#like from working at the garage and random things fell all the time

[martyrbat]

i think im the most commonly concussed person you'll ever meet

[fushiguro-megloomy]

request: [modern au] headcannons for childhood friends to lovers  pairing: viktor x gn!reader tags: nothing bad, very sfw, fluffy notes: ill be so for real with you i feel like i'm very weak at doing headcannons ;-; but i tried. i hope this is what you were looking for anon <3 divider from enchanthings-a

You’d known Viktor for as long as you could remember, his house across the street from yours. As a curious kid, you’d often linger while he tinkered with small projects, asking questions. Your friendship really solidified one summer when your bike broke, and Viktor fixed it with surprising enthusiasm. To repay him, you let him ride on the handlebars while you scooted him around the neighborhood.

He's absolutely critiquing your work before the teachers even get their hands on it. Sitting beside you at your desk clump, thick eyebrows pulled together and scribbling little “???” or just straight up “no” in the margins of your handwriting. You always glare at him but you're secretly grateful. 

He's observant, if you were hungry or tired he would wordlessly slide snacks onto your desk. He's not the best with social queues, but he knows when you're upset and he'll hover around you awkwardly until he blurts some random fact or sarcastic comment meant to distract you.

He's easily jealous, but in the way that he gets pouty, throwing himself into projects and denying anything is even wrong.

Definitely getting into squabbles all the time bickering like an old married couple

He's always gave you something handmade for your birthday. You still have it all. He's not big on his own birthdays but you always bring him a homemade cupcake.

This is not an original thought but he's definitely a gossip, ESPECIALLY as you grow into teen-hood. Not outwardly, but still he would unleash all his unfiltered opinions onto you, and his face definitely gives him away when he's silently judging someone. Mans got a wicked side eye.

Viktor had taken over his parents’ garage as his workshop, and it quickly became your second home. Most of your free time was spent perched on a stool, watching him work or pestering him with questions. You fell asleep there so often that he eventually squeezed a secondhand couch into the tiny space, insisting you needed somewhere more comfortable to crash.

You're each other's first kiss, but it doesn't happen until senior year. You're in his garage, complaining about never having kissed someone and he's like alright so let's kiss??? Things spiral from there.

“I mean, what kind of tragic story is that?” you grumble, tossing a pillow at him. “Eighteen and never kissed anyone. I’ll be the cautionary tale for future students.”  Viktor chuckles softly but doesn’t look up from his work. “I don’t see what the rush is. It’s not as if it matters.” “It matters to me,” you insist, sitting up. “Don’t you want to at least know what it’s like?” He stared at you for a moment, then let out a sigh, setting his tools aside. “Alright, then.” You blinked at him, confused. “Alright what?” He stepped closer, hands slipping into his pockets as he looked down at you. “Let’s kiss.” Your heart skipped a beat. “What?!” “You’re complaining about it, so, we kiss, you stop worrying about it, and we both move on. Simple.” His voice was steady, but the faint pink rising to his cheeks betrayed him. “You’re serious?” you asked, sitting up straighter. “Unless you’re too scared.” That did it. “I’m not scared,” you snapped, standing to face him. “Good,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for you to feel his breath against your lips. “Then stop talking.” Before you could come up with a retort, his lips pressed against yours, soft and careful. It was brief but left you reeling, your heart pounding as he pulled back. “Well?” he asked, tilting his head. “That should suffice, no?” You stared at him, dumbfounded, before bursting into laughter. “Yeah… yeah, I guess it’ll do.” He smirked, turning back to his workbench, though the tips of his ears were unmistakably red. “You’re welcome.” It was just a kiss, you told yourself. But as you sat back down, touching your lips absentmindedly, you couldn’t help but wonder why your heart was still racing.

©lilsworks 2024

[n0vazsq]

Way of the heart | OP81 x Reader

pairing . . . oscar piastri x racing!engineer!reader

summary . . . After a tough race, Oscar has nothing to look forward to more than spending time with (Y/n)

request . . . kind of?

word count . . . 1.1k

warnings . . . none!

alexavia yaps . . . i really hate this one for some reason like its not the best i could do but i wanted to write something so yeah!! the person who wanted this (im sorry i forgot your user), if you want another story i will totally write it!! tysm for asking <3

Oscar slumped into the chair in the back of the team garage, still in his racing suit, the helmet beside him on the floor. Today’s race had been brutal, everything going wrong until he finally crossed the finish line in a place he didn’t even want to remember. No matter how much he tried to forget it, the disappointment still clung to him.

As the crew packed up around him, you walked over, carrying a bottle of water and a quiet look of understanding. You’d worked with Oscar long enough to know when he needed a moment to think and when he needed someone to remind him he wasn’t alone. Today, he needed the latter.

“Rough day,” you said softly, offering him the bottle. He accepted it with a quick nod, cracking it open but not taking a sip.

“Understatement of the year,” he muttered, letting out a short, frustrated sigh. “Everything went wrong, didn’t it? Every call, every turn… feels like I let everyone down out there.”

You didn’t rush to disagree or to tell him it was all fine because you knew Oscar didn't want you to. Instead, you waited a bit, giving him the space to breathe.

“You know, racing’s a lot like life. Sometimes it’s out of our control, even when we do everything right. We all saw you fight today,” you said gently. “One tough race doesn’t define who you are as a driver.”

He glanced up, the frustration in his eyes softening as he met your steady gaze. “Thanks,” he said, managing a faint smile. “Not sure what I’d do without you, honestly.”

You laughed lightly, leaning against the wall beside him. “Lucky for you, I’m sticking around, win or lose.”

His smile widened a little, and after a few moments of quiet, he stood up, finally letting go of some of the weight he’d carried off the track. “Hey,” he said, glancing at his watch, “I know it’s late, but do you want to grab some food? Just… need to be somewhere that’s not here.”

The restaurant he picked was cozy, tucked away from the noise and chaos that followed you on racing weekends. He knew you’d love it, remembering how you mentioned your love for Italian food

When you walked in, his heart skipped a beat. You wore a smile that was both warm and teasing, the one that always seemed to make everything feel a little less overwhelming.

He stood, smiling sheepishly. “Hey, you look… great,” he said, his voice a little unsteady. The nerves of the race had melted away, replaced by a different kind of nervousness that he couldn’t ignore.

You grinned, taking a seat across from him. “Thanks, Piastri. It’s nice to see you in a non-race setting for once. And I have to say, you look pretty good.”

He laughed, glancing down at his simple outfit. “I tried, y’know, for you.”

The waiter took your orders, and as the evening went on, you two spoke about anything and everything but racing. The conversation drifted easily from favorite movies to random childhood memories. You two talked about wild stories and embarassing moments, laughing at every single thing.

But Oscar’s mind kept wandering back to you. How you’d been there every step of his career, how you’d seen him at his worst and still chose to believe in him. At one point, as you were laughing at a joke he’d told, he couldn’t help but stare a little, his heart pounding in a way that felt completely different from the adrenaline of racing.

The laughter quietened down, and a comfortable silence fell between you both. Oscar looked down at his hands, trying to think of what he wanted to say. “You know,” he began, a little quieter now, “you mean a lot to me. More than just… my engineer or friend.”

You looked up, your expression softening, and he felt his courage swell just a bit. “I think I realized that today, after everything went bad on the track. Just seeing you there, not judging me, not telling me what I should’ve done differently, just… being there. It made all the difference.”

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’d be there no matter what, Oscar. You’re a brilliant driver and a good person. Bad race or not, that doesn’t change.”

His cheeks flushed, a warmth spreading through him. He turned his hand to hold yours, letting the silence speak for itself. And for a moment, all the disappointment and frustration faded, replaced by a quiet joy that he hadn’t expected to feel tonight.

Later, you walked together under the night sky, the cool breeze a welcome contrast to the warm evening inside. He found himself wishing the walk could last forever, just the two of you, away from the chaos of everything.

Eventually, you both settled on a bench with a view of a beautiful fountain. The sound of the water filled the quiet spaces between you, and he reached over, slipping his hand into yours again, holding it with a confidence he hadn’t felt earlier.

“This feels perfect,” you murmured, leaning against his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I wish every night could be like this.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting against him. “It’d be easier if we weren’t always at a race or in different cities every other week.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, looking out at the fountain. “But I think… I think it’s worth it.”

You turned to him, your gaze meeting his with a warmth that made his heart race. He took a deep breath, the words he’d been holding back finally finding their way out.

“Do you… maybe want to meet my family? Make it official?” he asked, his voice a little uncertain but hopeful.

You raised your eyebrows, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Oscar, I think we’re already there. You didn’t have to ask. And of course, I'd love to meet your family.”

He chuckled, feeling a weight lift as his heart swelled with happiness. “Then consider this official.” He leaned in, taking your lips in a kiss.

The kiss made butterflies fill your stomach, it was soft, but also made you crave more. It was something magical, like straight out of a movie. Oscar had his hands on your waist, and yours tangled in his hair. It somehow made it more intimate, more personal. You didn't want it to end.

When you finally pulled back, the smile on your face was everything Oscar ever wanted to see.

Hand in hand, you walked back to the car, and for the first time that night, Oscar felt a sense of peace, knowing that no matter what happened on the track, he’d always have you there, his biggest supporter, his steady presence.

And with you by his side, he knew he could face anything that came his way.

[bus-stop-to-kpop]

Kiss Cam (Lee Jeno x Reader)

Pairing: Lee Jeno (NCT) x gn!Reader

Genre: F1!au, Motorsport!au

Summary: During a red flag period an impromptu kiss cam has you and your teammate be the center of attention.

Word Count: 676

A/N: I'm kinda alive lol.

This is based on two different things, for one a picture of a Tweet that Admin A send me in which Jeno apparently said he'd be an F1 driver if he wasn't an Idol. But mostly inspired by the GT Masters qualifying this morning in which the commentators randomly started a Kiss Cam during red flags.

Anyway, Enjoy :) -Admin J

It was busy in the Neo Culture Racing Team Garage, a red flag had brought the drivers back into the pit lane while repairs were made on the circuit barriers. Many people worked on the neon green cars to make sure they were set up perfectly for the race restart.

Both drivers were doing their own things around the garage. You were talking with your race engineer, while Jeno was sitting in a chair in the back of the garage, snacking on a protein bar while observing the work that was done on his car.

His eyes drifted away from the car towards the other side of the garage until they ended up on you. The way your head fell back as you laughed at something that your race engineer pointed out on the monitor in front of you. Intrigued by your reaction Jeno walked over, holding onto the race overall that was hanging on his hips, to see what had you laughing like that.

Noticing Jeno looming behind you you turned to greet him with a smile "They started a kiss cam." You pointed at the screen where the official broadcast was playing and sure enough they were showing a random couple in the stands blushing, embarrassed by the eyes of all the fans on them. They tried to avoid the kiss but finally gave each other a quick peck when the whole crowd started chanting "Kiss".

Jeno listened to your giggles as red hearts started showing up on the screen after the couples kiss, he couldn't help but smile as well. It was clear this whole Kiss Cam thing was an impromptu action by the film crew to entertain the fans during the red flag period. And Jeno had to give it to them the Kiss Cam was really entertaining.

He took the spot next to you after your race engineer walked away to observe the work on your car. That's when a loud roar from the crowd took his attention. He wasn't aware what they found so exciting, but then he felt you gripping his arm. You pointed at the screen and he realized that the camera had moved away from the stands and was now showing you two standing together in the garage.

He gave the camera a short wave assuming the camera crew would move to the next garage afterwards, however the camera kept pointing at the both of you. "I think they want us to do the Kiss Cam." You whispered and almost simultaneously the crowd started to chant "Kiss".

Jeno turned to face you "Would that be okay with you?" Your eyes widened in surprise but you eventually decided it was only a kiss for the camera, so why not? "Sure lets give the fans what they want." You laughed.

Without waiting another second Jeno's lips found their way to yours. A short and light kiss before both of you pulled away blushing, the roar of the crowd almost deafening after what they had just witnessed. Finally the camera crew left the garage, but Jeno also hurried away without saying another word to you, leaving you a little flustered. Before starting to prepare for the upcoming race restart.

From his side of the Garage Jeno glanced over to you. He was happy to put his balaclava and helmet back on to hide his burning red cheeks. He hadn't really thought about what kissing you could make him feel after all you had known each other for years. From championship rivals in Formula 3, to becoming friends during Formula 2 to finally teammates in Formula 1.

All this time he had never seen you in a romantic light so why now could he not get rid of the butterflies in his stomach? Why did it feel like the red hearts from the kiss cam had burned themselves into his vision whenever he looked your way? God, he couldn't even concentrate on the race as all he could think about was how he wanted to feel your lips on his again.

[wolfstrong]

I said goodbye to my beautiful 2005 Honda element today my first car which i got back in high school. It left me with 211k miles on it and a busted catalytic converter. I’m not a car head in the slightest but I loved that car with my whole heart. They will never make a car as cool as the Honda element and it’ll probably be the best car I’ll ever drive, my first love. The seats in the back go all the way down and are good enough to sleep on, but they can also be fully removed then you got more then enough space to help move furniture. The perfect compact SUV really embodying the sport and utility. I had so many amazing times in that car. It got me to high school senior year and it got me to class every day of college and then it got me to work. I had countless fast food meals in there with my friends. I can’t imagine how many times that things been through the drive through and how many paper straws were discarded onto the floor. At some points there would be so many empty cups and soda cans they would roll around the back when I took a turn. But I never let her get too dirty, I always took her to the wash and took extra care on vacuuming the inside. Id let people trash the inside because I wanted it to be a fun environment. The times when I’d park her in some random lot and me and my friends would listen to the radio and drink. I had my first date in that car. All the CDs and hours of radio I listened to in there. I took that car on a road trip and slept in the back of it. I’ll never forget the time me and my friend drove her an hour and a half up a mountain, got to the top and realized we were completely out of gas and in a national park with no gas stations, so we had to coast all the way back down the mountain in neutral. I never got into a car accident, not so much as a fender bender. My car always kept me safe. No blind spot detection, no back up mirror, no lane drift awareness. Just me my car and my guardian angels. I remember when I first got her I actually bought her from a teacher I’d had from first through eighth grade. When I was test driving it with my family my brother tried to get in the car and slipped out for some reason and fell ass first onto the cement. My brothers best friend used to date the daughter of the cars owner and he said they had sex in that thing all the time. I felt the sexual energy from my car the whole time I had it. Never got to have sex in the back of my car, my one regret. I traded it in when buying my new car which got me 550 dollars off. I was going to try and sell it myself but it needed a lot of maintenance. I was able to get rid of it 3 days before the registration was due. I test drove tons of cars. I couldn’t decide if I wanted something similar to my Honda or something new and nice. I went for something new and nice. I didn’t want to spend a bunch of money to essentially have the same thing. My new car is a 2023 VW Taos. It cost me half the savings I’ve been building up since high school. But it’s all mine and I’m proud to own it. I want to keep it really nice. No more throwing the straw wrappers on the floor and spilt drinks. I think I’m going to get seat covers and weather proof floor mats and tinted windows. I want to take it to the car wash all the time and I wish I had a garage to keep it in. I thought it would hurt more to give away my Honda. I thought I couldn’t stand to drive a car that doesn’t have a cd player or a turn key start or no touch screen. But I feel good. I feel good about all the time I spent with my Honda and I’m really really excited about my new car. If there’s a heaven and I’m able to get there me and my Honda will be reunited like old friends. Sometimes driving her with the windows down and my CDs playing was the best feeling in the whole world.

[no-quit-lucy]

Chenford's first kiss from Tamara's pov

read on ao3 rated T wc: 1326

Tamara was annoyed, walking home from the bus stop two blocks away. The day had not gone according to plan, not even close. After Lucy’s recommendation to check out C’s car auction for a good deal on buying her first car, Tamara showed up to their special Memorial Day sale and fell in love with this mega cute light blue mini with the white stripes. She had seen it listed on their outdated website, stoked Lucy had known about them since they were frequently used by police and the fire department to remove vehicles in the streets blocking entrances, fire hydrants, and other fire and safety codes.

It was a good car and probably sat in a parking garage for most of the pandemic so it didn't have too many miles on it yet and looked fairly clean. It had the retro center dash, no touch screen. The perfect car to zip around LA and look cute while doing it. Tamara balked at the low price, excited to see it was below the amount she had saved for her first car purchase, able to snag it with enthusiasm. 

Just that morning, she showed up to offer her cash in exchange for the car. After Lucy’s insistence that she meet her at the station to show off her new ride, (so Lucy would know it was her driving if she needed to pull her over), Tamara saw her dream car snatched away from her the instant that police dog started barking at her trunk.

Forced back onto the bus just hours after thinking she was done with it, Tamara contemplated stealing acquiring her 6th car. Instead, she had asked the cute boy who worked in the police garage to keep an eye on when the car would be released from Evidence so she could repurchase it before it went to auction. She had considered texting Tim to keep track of it, knowing he would just to get Lucy off his back; she ended up not, expecting him to be in a bad mood after meeting his doppelgänger. 

Not being able to stick around and see him, to make fun of Tim, sucked, but she had to catch the bus in time for her late morning class and had to miss out on what Lucy had later texted and could only be described as “Florida Tim.”

She liked the car and freaking hated taking the bus. All she wanted to do when she walked in the door was get to relax, and not worry about her car. Then she wanted to bother Lucy about Dim and hear about Tim’s reaction to it all over a bowl of whatever cliptok recipe she had saved last.

Walking up to the building, she looked up and saw a low light emitting from their 6th-floor corner apartment even though the shades were closed. Lucy probably had candles lit, the cute wall sconces, and her lanterns. The apartment got so much sun, alternative lighting was more of an ambiance thing than anything else. 

Then she noticed Tim’s car parked in their second parking spot, her parking spot. The one she would have used had that dog not found the black-tar heroin in her trunk. And thank fuck it was Lucy and Tim who had been there, instead of some random cops on Melrose.

Tamara took the elevator up to their floor, shuffling her backpack to get out her apartment keys, so much lighter missing the weight of her car key. It was only there a short time, but damn it had been so emotionally bonding struggling to take it on and then off again just an hour later. Only one drive in on their journey together. She flipped the light blue coiled rubber around her finger, waiting for the elevator to finish ascending, wondering what Tim was doing at their apartment. He and Lucy didn't really hang out outside of work, not since Tim started dating Ashley and Lucy started seeing Chris.

What she didn't expect to see, but couldn’t say surprised her, when she unlocked her apartment door– Tim and Lucy standing fully pressed together, and making out. 

“Ooh? Uh, I—” Tamara startled, interrupting their moment.

They backed away from each other, like teens caught doing something they knew they shouldn't have, shocked and outed, fear dripping off their faces with fright. 

Breathless and affected by a good kiss, Tamara knew it was a long time coming and immediately offered to vacate for their privacy so they could continue. It was about damn time those two idiots wised up and did a little more than just make out. 

“I should probably go,” she thumbed back to the hallway, sure she could let Lucy and Tim have the apartment for the night.

“No!” Lucy protested, pointing accusingly to Tim she explained, “This is work. This is work.”

Tim, panting, nodding along with what she was saying, jumped in on their alibi, “Yeah, yeah, we-we’re going undercover. And its—”

Tamara interrupted, not needing to hear their half-baked excuses, “I mean, hey- hey, it's cool. I mean, you don't have to explain yourself. Alright?” She huffed with a laugh, wanting to show her support for their budding relationship. “I should probably go.” nodding back to herself and the door, Tamara stepped toward it.

“Nope!” Lucy protested as Tim chanted behind her a series of no’s.

“I was just about to leave. You know what?” Tim rushed toward the coffee table, both of them having no idea what to do with themselves or their bodies. “No, I don't have anything.”

Tim stepped around the couch and looked to Lucy to say goodbye but thought better of it, instead just awkwardly pointing at her and saying, “I'll see you tomorrow,” in a low and even tone.

“Good— good work tonight,” Lucy muttered clearly in reply. Turning away from him, hating out that sounded.

Tim echoed his reply, “Great work as well,” before saying a curt “bye” to Tamara and shutting the apartment door looking like he was still stuck in the gravitation pull of Lucy’s kiss.

Tamara looked around the apartment as he left, trying to see if anything was out of place, giving Lucy an extra moment to compose herself before offering up anything, really. Seeing the events still processing on Lucy’s face, Tamara did the kind thing and offered to leave her to it, “I’m gonna go to my room,” she announced, watching Lucy immediately turn away in agreement.

“Yeah, me too. Good.” Stalking off tall and proud, Lucy went to her room to spiral for a minute, or two.

***

Tamara got the rundown at breakfast– they’re doing an undercover assignment as their doppelgängers who happen to be dating each other… Lucy warned Tamara not to comment on it and swore that the kiss didn’t mean anything. He was dating Ashley, she was dating Chris, he was her boss, and nothing was going to come from it. It was just a part of becoming an undercover cop and Lucy was going to have to get used to pretending with her coworkers if she wanted to be halfway decent at her job.

Plus, she needed to debrief with Tim, needed to see how he was reacting, if they would talk about it and do something about the chemistry they both felt or if they were going to move on like it was just part of crafting their undercover personas– which is what it was, part of their backstory. They had to be good at kissing, and they were, maybe a little too good.

Whatever her excuse, Tamara didn’t quite believe her, always having advocated for appreciation of Tim’s zaddy-ness and knowing Lucy had a thing for older guys. Ah, it would only be a matter of time now, until Tamara needed to get a car to give her an even easier out to leaving the apartment vacant most nights for Tim and Lucy to practice more.

[zerolostwalks]

Oooh I got Vampire Slayer AU + Family AU xD

 No lie, I read this and my immediate thought was Buffy?? But let’s see if we can do something a little different. 

Also, this got kinda long so I have put it below the cut:

So instead of the Slayer being a random chosen one from anywhere in the world it’s a bloodline thing. Sort of…like the potential is in the bloodline but not every member gets to be a Slayer, the previous Slayer has to pass the mantle down. 

Rose was the prior slayer, however things had significantly slowed down since her grandmother and great great grandmother had the mantles. Victoria and her parents insisted it was because the Slayers were winning (There a few dozen slayer families around the world) and that Rose should live her life. 

Rose tries, she really does but she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. She starts working at nightclubs and bars to try and get a casual peak into the nightlife and she does hear some interesting rumors and urban legends but they all turn out to be that, urban legends. 

She meets Ray and they begin dating and eventually he manages to convince her she should focus on living. It doesn’t help that she’s witnessed some deaths that aren’t paranormally related and it sort of cements everything everyone has been telling her. Life is too short, and it will pass her by entirely if she isn’t careful. She and Ray settle down and they have Julie and Carlos and Rose wonders if since the world has gotten safer if she should just let the mantle die with her. 

Cut to (or open here and we learn all of that as back story later, not sure yet) 17 year old Julie is dealing with the recent sudden death of her mother, just like the rest of her family. It’s become this massively speculated rumor mill of an incident. She fell off a building at a height that should have killed her instantly but it didn’t, it was a slow and agonizing night for her and her family. Many speculate she was attempting suicide. Rose insists she was not, insisting she was thrown and that they were all wrong, it’s so much worse than they realized. 

Julie doesn’t know what to believe in the months leading up to her Mother’s death her mother had turned into an entirely different person. Even got into some fights with Victoria and her Dad. 

Mostly Julie just wishes the incident would stop haunting her dreams. Tired and guilty for feeling tired of hearing her mother’s final words repeating over and over. “I’m sorry Julie, I should have prepared you better. You deserve better and I hope you can do what I couldn’t.”

It’s not even been a month since the funeral, Julie hasn’t even has time to process all of her grief when one night she’s home alone and she hears rummaging in the garage. She knows what she should do, the sensible thing, duck her head, get inside, don't mess with the things that go bump in the night. Even if she’s sure it’s just a stray cat or raccoon.  It’s her entire thought process even as her feet move of their own accord. 

Inside she finds three boys and during hers (and theirs panicked screaming) she instinctively grabs one of them and rather sloppily gets him pinned to the ground. It’s Reggie, after the initial panicking dies down and while Julie tries to process what the hell she just did he tries a cheesy line about their positions. 

This immediately knocks Julie back to the fact that she’s found three strange teenage boys in her garage and demands to know who they are and what they’re doing. They introduce themselves as Luke, Reggie, and Alex and say they were looking for Rose. Which just angers Julie thinking of course they have to be trying to prank her because who hasn’t heard about what happened to her mom by this point. 

The guys genuinely didn’t know. They’re kind of cut off from many news sources at the moment. 

It takes a bit of back and forth before Alex straight up just asks if that makes Julie the new Slayer now. Julie is confused and doesn’t know who to be mad or upset with anymore as they finish telling her about how her mom was one of the last remaining Slayers, as many other Slayer families had allowed themselves to die out in the extended time of peace. 

The guys (who refuse to tell Julie how they know everything they are telling her) say it’s all one big plot led by a vampire who gained a lot of power in the late 1920’s. (Again, not sure of this would be revealed up front or discovered through the story)

Julie decides they are pranking her, and tells them to leave her alone. Her dreams only get weirder from here on out. 

The next day at school she tells Flynn all about it. Flynn does some digging on her own during school, while Julie has the world’s weirdest school day (think all the stereotypical I’ve got powers now type scenes only Julie is in major denial) By the end of the school day Flynn is fully convinced Julie is this Slayer figure and Julie just wants to drop out of school and sleep for a year straight. 

Though Julie does get incredibly intrigued by the fact that one of the pieces of evidence Flynn found was a series of missing persons reports throughout the years. Particularly the article about a band from the 90’s named Sunset Curve. 

After school as Julie gets home she can see that all the garage windows have been boarded up and goes to confront the guys. Who all of course panic when she throws the garage doors open. They admit they’re vampires, but don’t know why or how their turning got botched, but they know it did because they do not act like a good 90% of the other vampires they know. 

They managed to evade Caleb and had been getting updates from their friend Willie who went missing. Worried and more than a little desperate they turned to Rose for help. Which just immediately sours their relationship with Julie more because now she has someone to blame for her mother’s death. 

The guys help defend Julie as she now has a giant target on her back as an untrained Slayer. Still a dangerous threat but one Caleb thinks he can take out. Flynn thinks Julie should talk to her dad or Aunt about it but Julie doesn’t want to cause her Dad more grief and is kind of mad at both of them for keeping something like this from her. 

Flynn, Julie and the guys, slowly learn the whole Slayer thing together. Albeit begrudgingly on Julie’s part especially as far as the guys are concerned but there is no denying they make a good team and seems to be their way of trying to make amends. 

Eventually Julie does confront her family about things. Mostly because, thanks to Carlos, the rest of her family discover her Slayer thing and try to get upset with her first about not telling them. Which of course leads to a huge fight about them keeping it from her in the first place. 

Victoria and Ray absolutely do not like the fact Julie has teamed up with a trio of vampires. But Ray quickly changes his mind when the three start helping out around the house. Victoria also trains Julie what she remembers from her training with Rose when they were younger, she may not have been the one chosen for the mantle but that didn’t mean she didn’t need the training. 

It all builds up to a showdown with Caleb, who initially tries to just do the vampiric seduce Julie to be a vampire thing. But then he makes the mistake of letting it slip that he was the one who killed Rose and Julie sees red. Just before she manages to kill him Caleb drops the “you kill me then your friends are going to die too” which does cause Julie to hesitate for a bit but she does what she knows must be done for ‘the greater good’ and kills Caleb.

In the aftermath of that, and the vampires Caleb sired dying as well, the world a whole have to recover from the sheer number of people who’d actually been vampires hiding in plain sight. 

Fortunately for Julie and the guys(including Willie) Caleb wasn’t the one who turned them. Unfortunately that does leave them all to contemplate what it is they should do. In the meantime, they all just let themselves enjoy life for a bit.

[razzmothazz]

fuck it. more oc rambles but its all just random things i thought of

Makoto is a huge kikuo fan!!! also speaking of his music taste, i imagine that if he ever finds n25s music he will also love it and be a fan :3 he mostly listens to weird/obscure/sad[ish?] stuff, but one day he overheard someone talk about mmj and decided to check them out, cause he never rlly knew/was into an idol group before and wanted to see what those are about. he fell in love IMMEDIATELY. he felt a comforting warmth in his chest when he listened to them and became a huge fan of their music!!

it took him a while to actually get the hang of the idol thing, but after being very stupid [/aff] about it on his blog people explained it to him HSHDHDIDH. he decided haruka is his fave simply cause she seemed the most put together and thats the kind of people he admires, but as he got deeper into the fandom(i guess u can call it that??) and learnt more about the idols he started sharing the same respect for all of them! haruka is still his favourite tho tee hee.

speaking of haruka! he actually met her AFTER he became a fan by chance and it was the most awkward thing ever. he was waiting for his sister in front of the girls school and saw her walking by, she noticed him and complimented his earring and he just. gave it to her. his mind bluescreened and so it seemed like the most reasonable reaction to an idol complimenting you on something.is to just. give it to them???? he did mention hes a fan tho, so she accepted the gift sjjdjdhskdhfb you can imagine his face when he saw minori run over to haruka after she walked away from that awkward interaction of theirs. he was SHOCKED.

oh yeah ive decided also that he has a part-time job at a music store his family owns! his grandma is the owner so he helps out there a lot, and is also how he met shiho!! she would come around there quite often so they ended up chatting a lot and eventually became friends :3 it took a while tho since theyre both not that talkative, but eventually bonded over their taste in music amd instruments. they often send eachother song recommendations :3

his work at the shop also led him to be close with an! Ken would often get equipment from them and sometimes an would go with him or get stuff by herself, either buying new stuff or sending something for repairs and whatnot. they knew eachother for a few years, and when he learned she makes her own music he was very excited for her and would often watch her perform, later cheering her on when she was part of vbs [which is how he got to know kohane, akito and toya]. he admires how hard working and responsible she is and sees her and ken as family :3

AND SPEAKING OF VBS- he found himself getting along with toya very quickly, since theyre similar in many ways! they enjoy hanging out at weekend garage and just peacefully drinking tea/coffee in comfortable silence, which others find. a bit odd. they have mutual respect for eachother and find the others presence calming.

when it comes to akito tho... they dont exactly get along. makoto is very chill, but something about akito and his temper kinda bugs him.. he sees him as somewhat responsible but way too impulsive and competitive, hes still nice and doesnt comment on those things because akito seems to be a great friend to vbs and is definitely not a horrible person or anything. basically not annoying enough to get worked up about it but annoying enough to just Not Enjoy His Presence All That Much. not like akito likes makoto much either, he kinda sees makoto as a guy that has no backbone and finds him quite boring. however they have something of a mutual respect of The Grind. if you will.

wow im rlly just going on and on here okay last one to finish off the vbs thing!!! kohane!! makoto doesnt spend much time with her but an talks about her a lot, and from her words shes an amazing friend and partner, so he has a lot of respect for her!! whoever makes an this happy will get his admiration and respect, not to mention he sees how hard kohane works too and thinks thats amazing :3

okay thats all for now im back to being normal [not]

[silencedrage]

What’s one random headcanon about your muse that people mightn’t know? for the yjs

munday meme

i'm only allowing you to ask such a thought-provoking question because it's your birthday and i love you

khalida - hakeem picks up soccer when he's 7 or 8 and finds one of akilah's old soccer balls in the garage. he falls in love with the sport and khalida is wholly convinced that it's akilah guiding him. she always tells him stories about his aunt who loved him so much and ensures that he knows that his love of the sport came from akilah

lottie - while in switzerland and as part of her therapy, lottie sends letters to all of the survivors (at least to their high school addresses) in which she apologizes for her actions in the wilderness. the letters are still pretty cryptic and vague, partially because they can't openly talk about it in case someone else reads it, and partially because the ect has fucked with a lot of her memory. but anyone reading the letter would know that lottie is accepting that she did / led the others down a terrible path and trying to atone for it

van - most of van's clothes at the time of the crash are hand-me-downs from the family that lived in the trailer next door. they were a family of four boys, one older than van, and the rest younger, and sometimes she would go over to help look after the younger ones in exchange for a hot meal while her mom worked late. the mom was always apologetic that she couldn't get van something "prettier" but van honestly preferred it this way. they moved away the summer before the crash and she has no idea where any of them are now

shauna - every morning when she wakes up, shauna keeps her eyes closed for half an extra second, hoping that she will open her eyes in the cabin with another chance to save jackie before she dies, and every morning she is disappointed

tai - tai has two older half-siblings from her dad's first marriage. they're 9 and 12 years older than her, whiter than snow, and lived in massachusetts for most of her childhood so she never really got to know them before the crash, and tai never felt like reaching out after the crash. in her mind, she's basically an only child, and views them sort of like distant cousins that she might see at a family reunion

nat - with the help of her banker friend, nat set up an account in tai's name where she's squirreled away money here and there over the years. only tai has the ability to withdraw the money from the account (done so in this manner so natalie couldn't try and funnel the funds when she inevitably fell off the wagon again). there's not a lot of money in it, not nearly enough to cover all of the money tai has spent on her rehab, but there's a couple thousand dollars that nat's scraped together over the years that she didn't blow on drugs or booze

simone - simone prides herself in not "pushing" tai to talk about the wilderness, but the truth is, she doesn't want to know what happened out there. she is perfectly happy with the image that tai has crafted, and is all too willing to accept the facade, even though she knows she should probably question it a bit more. she tells herself she's just doing the right thing as tai's partner, but part of the attraction was that is was another interesting, but closed chapter of tai's life

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 43 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

Lie after lie.

I didn't get it and I was getting worked up over it.

I stood in Noah's older brother's bathroom, pacing.

I felt nauseous that I was the only one who knew how badly Noah's dad treated Noah and I didn't even know much, so Noah could be experiencing far worse than I see on the surface.

Yet Noah won't say anything.

Won't confess to the abuse or that Noah's dad already knows about us.

I wanted to scream at Noah and shake Nathan.

Did Nathan honestly believe Noah when he claimed his dad wasn't abusive anymore?

But, I had started catching on to Noah.

Noah was a good liar and it was bothering me.

Bothering me that Noah would rather get beat than to ask for help.

Hell, he didn't even have to ask for help, Nathan was offering it.

Nathan was the one asking if Noah was alright.

All he had to do was say 'no'.

I didn't understand why he protected his father so much.

There was a knock on the door followed by.

"Sam?" I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my emotions before I opened the bathroom door for Noah.

He stepped inside.

"They're ordering Chinese food," he told me with a smile.

"Hmm," is all I responded with. Noah's hands went to my waist.

"What's wrong?"

"Why won't you tell Nathan about your situation with your father? I just don't get it."

"Ugh, Sam," he removed his hands from me so he could run them over his face like he was exhausted.

He looked at me.

"I just don't want this night to be like that. You don't know Nathan, he can be very impulsive and angry."

I smirked.

"Sounds like someone I do know," I commented.

Noah rolled his eyes.

"Maybe but trust me, he's chill now but if I told him about dad, Nathan would go off."

"I wouldn't mind it if he did," I muttered, not looking at Noah until he placed his hand on my chin and made me look at him.

"Please. I just want this night 'Nate getting to know you' to be perfect. Okay? Please, don't be upset. I'll tell him."

His big brown eyes were pleading with me and I knew how much me meeting his brother meant to him, so I caved.

Giving Noah a small smile.

"Okay," I agreed.

"Thank you, Sam and I will tell him, just not tonight, okay?" Noah promised again as he pulled me into a hug.

But like I said, Noah was a good liar and I fell for it again. 

********

So, Noah and I went back out and played Super Smash Bros Brawl with Nathan and Maggie until food arrived.

The rest of the evening went by smoothly.

We all ate dinner and talked about random things.

Nathan and Maggie both seemed to like me.

Maggie and I especially got along, talking about fashion and she told me that she was in college for interior design.

Nate and Noah lost interest real soon after that.

By ten o'clock, Noah and I said our goodbyes and walked down to the parking garage that was attached to their apartment.

A couple minutes into the drive, I spoke...

"Wanna go to my place? It's the weekend, so you could... um... I mean if you want... you could... um.... spend the night?" I suggested awkwardly.

Noah had obviously spent the night before but every time I asked him, I couldn't help but feel anxious and giddy at the same time.

"You're so cute when you get flustered. Makes me wanna take you right now in this car," Noah said seductively.

My eyes widened at his bluntness and I'm a hundred percent sure my face was a tomato.

I bit my lower lip to refrain from smiling.

"Baby, you know biting your lip is such a turn on for me. Oh, the things I would do to you if you weren't driving."

Oh my God, Noah.

What was he doing to me.

"Like what?" I dared to ask.

"Well first off, you'd be on my lap, straddling me, while my hands roamed your entire body. I'd kiss your perfect lips then I'd..." Noah stopped mid-sentence when he saw me quickly change directions and turn right into the parking lot of a small strip mall.

Being that it's so late, all of the stores were closed but I parked in the way back anyways.

I took off my seat belt, climbed over the center console of Patricia and sat down on my boyfriend's lap, straddling him like he told me.

"Well, damn," Noah said, unbuckling his seatbelt as well right before I crashed my lips to his, eagerly.

I wouldn't normally do something like this but Noah was practically begging for it.

[marley-flores]

Age — 39 Originally from —  Saint Louis, Missouri Community — 9 months Previous job — carpenter / craftswoman Community job— craftswoman Living Arrangements — lake house Family — Luis (husband), Kodi & Mila (kids), rest of the family -> all deceased

Headcanons

Marley doesn't speak about her past, if she's questioned about it, she will tell some crazy stories, too crazy to be believed.

She's always on a craft project, it can be a weapon, a trap, or some random useful (or not useful) day-to-day things. It doesn't always work and can end up in the junkyard.

She understands Spanish but speaks it only when it's really necessary.

Leaving Redwood is something she does quite often, she goes alone and sometimes disappears for a few days, not asking for permission to do it. She recently got caught and is now forbidden from trying again.

She's allergic to cats and dogs.

Marley looked more friendly than what she is actually, she doesn't care if someone doesn't like her, she'll move on and quickly forget it. Also, she looks like being unable to take something seriously.

Her hands are always with bruises, the real hands of a carpenter. 

She wears comfy and handy clothes, with a lot of pockets, big shoes, tools, and screws in her pockets.

Her workshop is in her garage with the door always opened, making it easy to see her work on her different projects.

She takes a lot of naps at random places any time of the day.

What your character could know about her

Every headcanon listed above is easy knowledge. However, as said, Marley doesn't speak about her past, the following information is what your character could have guessed or extracted from her:

She was married but her loved one is now probably dead (she wore an engaging ring as a necklace).

She studied engineering and has a woodworking degree.

Before Redwood, she was traveling alone.

She killed a lot of zombies.

Wanted connection

Hunter (0/1) — They were a part of Redwood before her, living there and being authorized to leave town. 11 months ago, they met Marley by falling into one of her traps, Marley freed them and let them rest at her own camp. After this, they met every few weeks more coincidentally than anything else. They were the one who introduced Marley to Redwood after she fell sick.

Shenanigan's partners (0/?) — Anyone at Redwood chaotic enough to follow her with her random and funny (but stupid) ideas, games, or experiences. (examples: pedal car race, zipline, piñata...)

Complete biography

Marley grew up in the suburb of Saint Louis, Missouri with her family. A lot of brothers, a lot of sisters, a lot of cousins! It was nice, it was happy, with a lot of parties, activities and stupidity. This environment turned Marley into a funny person, open-minded and creative. She did pretty good at school and started building some random stuff when she was seven with the help of her older brother, starting with a custom bike. She never stopped after that, going for an engineering course with a degree in woodworking. 

Her adult life went okay, obviously, it wasn't always easy but she knew she couldn't complain about it, she was doing good and she was mostly happy. She had a few relationships, she left Saint-Louis to have a country life and moved to Vandalia, Illinois, where renting a house big enough to have a workshop didn't ask for too much money. She met some locals there, made some friends, and this cute dude named Luis. Luis was nice, Luis became the chosen one. They were cute together, ridiculously in love and happy, enough to make Marley's sisters jealous as fuck and her parents more than reassured. A few years later she was pregnant, freaking out about this new life step but ultimately ready for it.

She was in her wedding dress when everything went to hell, her husband-to-be and her two kids were waiting for her next to the altar. Again, Marley was kinda freaking out about this idea of getting married, she wanted it and all her family was already sitting in the church to celebrate this union, but still, leaving her 'dressing' room asked a lot of courage. When she finally did it, she had a big smile on her lips, a smile getting even bigger when she spotted her two little kids in their little suits near their dad. It was cute, she loved it, but sadly this happiness didn't last long. A scream surprised everyone in the church, nobody really understood what was happening but before they could acknowledge the danger, three people were already bitten by one of the guests. Marley never understood how it could happen, she never knew that this one guest looked weirdly sick when he arrived, yet it happened. Panic and fear filled the room, Marley had no choice other than to follow her brother to a safe place, to the 'dressing' room, one of the infected guests too close to the front door to even try it. She yelled and struggled to have Luis with her, to have her two kids with her, but it didn't happen. Before she knew it, her brother locked the room and called 911 asking for help, but again, it didn't help. They could hear the screams and the chaos behind the door, they waited a few minutes before her brother decided to go out and check the situation, promising he would come back. He didn't. Minutes became hours, and when Marley tried to leave, she quickly canceled her plan when one of the guests tried to attack her. She barely escaped and returned to the room where she was safe. It took her days and a lot of tears to leave this hell. It destroyed her. She knew, she actually saw them, they were all dead, family and friends.

So she left the city, took a car, and drove east, processing what happened and what she was supposed to do to survive. She stayed alone the first year, met some people the second but finally left them after a few weeks and continued to walk east. Her attitude progressively changed during those years, after being depressed for months, Marley started to not care at all. She finally found a place she could secure in a small town in West Virginia. She built a lot of traps and found different ways to live there. Sometimes she would meet some other survivors, but she never really cared about them. Until 11 months ago, when someone triggered one of her traps and got stuck in it. For once, they didn't look like total morron, so Marley freed them and offered them some shelter, just enough to make sure they could return to their group in one piece. They did but came back, to find some useful stuff in town, so they met again, and again. For two months they sympathized, seeing each other every few weeks. One day, Marley knew she was sick, it was probably a cold or something like that, anyway, the raider/hunter/whatever offered some help, they said they had some doctors in her group, she could come and rest, that she would be free to leave after this. It was a nice proposition, and with this fever, Marley actually agreed to it, that's how she ended up at Redwood, that's how she realized staying with this community could be nice, so she did, and after almost a year there, she doesn't regret it.

[vodka-redbull-daily]

November 28th, 2023

My car has been acting kind of funny for a while now. honestly for over a year but I haven't had the time or money to take it to a mechanic. I was telling W---- about it and he said that he could either fix it for me or find a mechanic that could.  we were texting all day yesterday and honestly we text very often. he acts more like a boyfriend than a sugar daddy, or I guess more like a sugar daddy than these random hook-up encounters that I get money for. But we've been texting a lot and it honestly reminds me a lot of J----. it's been making me pretty sad but at the same time I enjoy spending time with W----.

he asked me to come over to his place  last night after I got off work and of course I said yes. I warned him that it would be late because I tell everybody that. I'm not going to make somebody wait up for me that doesn't want to. he promised me he would be awake so right as I got off work, I headed out in that direction. it's kind of a Far drive, Over 30 minutes. although I don't know that even is considered a far drive anymore since most of the time I have to drive over 30 minutes to get anywhere. anyway, I pulled up in front of his house in the same place I parked the last time. I guess it's pretty lucky  that the weird kind of duplex things he lives in I'll have garages in the back so most people don't do street parking and there's plenty of room for me to fake parallel park.

I walked into the door and rang the doorbell. I could hear A-----barking inside and thought I heard movement. but after a few minutes, there was no answer. I waited for a little bit, thinking that maybe he was getting dressed or something. I didn't know if he slept naked or not. it was kind of creepy being all outside in the dark and I was getting cold.  I decided to try knocking instead. I know that sometimes the doorbells are broken and that's why people don't hear it, but it seems pretty unlikely since this was a nice place and I actually heard the sound of the doorbell through the door. A----- was barking again, but nobody came. I sent him a text about waiting outside and, at D----'s suggestion because I fucking hate calling, I called him. no answer to either. I waited a little longer and I kept thinking I was hearing footsteps. maybe he was coming around from the back? I peeked around the corners of the entryway, but there was nobody. I rang the doorbell one last time and even though A---- was barking again, he never showed.

I won't lie. I did cry. it was incredibly annoying that I was brought to tears over the fact that one of my sugar daddies wasn't answering the door. he had obviously just fallen asleep because it was too late at night. but it's stung. it brought back the memories of the caring, loving, completely attentive J---- suddenly flipping into somebody who couldn't give less of a shit about where I was and what I was doing,  never wanted to answer texts, and would routinely give me stupid excuses about why we couldn't hang out in favor of hanging out with other girls that he met off tinder. 

It hurt a lot.

it still hurts.

and I guess that's why I cried over W---- not answering the door, but I wish I hadn't. I wish I was more in control of my emotions.  I wish that I was able to regulate whether or not something was distressing enough to truly have tears.  I wish that I can make my mom Proud by just sucking up all those emotions and keeping them stored forever away from the public eye. I wish I could forget about J----.

I was able to get my shit together by the time I got home and D---- and I commiserated about how stupid it was to invite me over then to not answer the door.  I was in a pretty bad mood at this point and even though I tried not to be, I kind of just went to my room. I hate the fact that this kind of stuff could affect me this much, but it does. it's incredibly fucking annoying.  this morning when I woke up, he sent a text that said:

“Oh no! I fell asleep!”  with the little surprise cat emoji. 

we texted a little bit more back and forth about how I should have rang the doorbell and I said that I did ring the doorbell…  twice. he mentioned that the door was actually probably unlocked in that next time I come over, I should just walk straight in. I made a joke about not wanting to get arrested for breaking and  entering.  then he said he would make it up to me. I don't know what he really means by that, but he probably means sex.

I started talking to you a few more guys off secret benefit. there's this guy named J---. he's married, but he says his wife is too vanilla for him and he wants to expand his horizons. he says he wants to test out his submissive side, to truly get dommed by someone.  he said his wife knew exactly what was going on, but didn't want to hear anything about it. I guess she's a little shy. since I have switch in my profile, I get a lot of people like this and even though I haven't truly ever dommed before,  I think that I could do it. I even asked B------- for some advice about how to be a good dom.  J--- and I discussed how and when we would meet since neither of us could host and we decided on a hotel. he wanted me to make the arrangements wish I was a little bit surprised about, but I guess that's what doms do.

the thing is, I'm chronically broke  and I would hate to pay for a hotel just to have him not actually show and  chicken out. he said that if I pay for the hotel, he would pay in advance. we agreed on 300 and I told him that if you wanted to pay for half the hotel, he can pay 30. in my initial research, it looks like most places would be from 50 to 70 so I figured that would be a fair enough price. he sent me $360 so I went ahead and booked the hotel and sent him the reservation information. I got a little nervous about checking, since most places have it around 3:00 and we were planning on meeting 11:00, so I called them and asked him if I could check in early and they said that was fine.

besides that, I met another guy off secret benefit that supposedly is a sub. while J--- is in his late 30s, this guy is in his late 50s. not going to lie though, he doesn't actually look that bad in the pictures he sent me. he's at least got some kind of muscle mass and isn't just loose skin. he talks a lot like those submissives that you see in the media;  a lot of begging for attention, a lot of saying yes ‘ma'am’, A lot of begging me to sit on his face. not my favorite thing in the world to do because I am actually terrified of accidentally killing somebody, but pretty standard for guys who claim to be submissive.

in exchange for pictures of his dick,  he asked for some pictures of me masturbating. and I sent them. I broke my rule of never sending nudes. my face wasn't in them, my tattoos weren't in them, but I honestly don't even know why I did it. maybe I'm getting desensitized by seeing so many dicks.  maybe it was because feeling like I was the one in charge the situation gave me the confidence,  or the stupidity,  to actually go through with it. I'm not sure. I guess I'll keep a counter for my own pics since people, too.

the other thing about P--- is he keeps asking to be cucked.  he has this whole fantasy about being forced to watch somebody else fuck me before he “ gets his turn”.  he always describes a man with a giant cock, a “bull”.  somebody who stretches me out why so that when he puts his dick in it feels like there's infinite space. my mind immediately jumped to B-------. the thought turned me on so much. I've been wanting a three-way for so long, two guys and me or me and a guy and a girl. I don't care honestly. and the idea of B------- domming me, then me domming somebody else…  I've definitely masturbated to that idea before P--- even brought it up. In between my conversations with B------- about how to be a good dom, I asked if you would ever be interested in that kind of thing. He said he was, in fact he had done something similar before. his only thing was that he didn't want to be involved in any guy-on-guy stuff. Beyond that, he seemed really intrigued.

also of secret benefit, I started talking to J------. J------ and his early 30s, very demanding, and very much an attention whore. he sent me a few videos and pictures of him masturbating which was an interesting thing to open up in the middle of work. it's the first time I'd ever gotten a video Even though I had heard plenty of horror stories about them on the Internet before. I guess I'll start a counter for those, too. I feel like P--- is also going to be sending me some. The thing about it is that he sent me them over Snapchat, so they were cut up into a bunch of tiny little segments. I don't know whether I should count it as two separate videos, since it seems like he recorded two separate times, or if I should count each little snippet as its own separate video. I don't want to artificially inflate my numbers, so if it looks like he stopped recording and then started up again I'll count that as a separate video.

Total Earned: $5,070

Body Count: 16

Dick Pics: 22

Videos: 2 

Nudes sent: 2

Head Recieved: 3

Head Given: 14

Sex Ranking:

B-------

Him

T----

W----

P------

F----

G---

A---

G--

R--

T------

J--

M--- (x2)

D--

A----

M---

[iconocon]

off limits | gasly

summary: how much control does one person possibly possess

warnings: pick me mc (im sorry not sorry), slutty pierre, bad friend x1000

type: oneshot | wordcount: 1.6k | angst ⚔︎

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your eyes followed the same sweat bead as it fell from his messy brunette head onto his bottom lip to then splitting off onto his chest into smaller beads like one of those over dramatized workout commercials. whatever air was left in your chest or even in the outdoor garage was most certainly straining to escape as your eyes met the blue ones that held all types of your attention. 

pierre gasly 

now usually you wouldn't have a moral dilemma at the thought of treating a man as an object but as your mind came up with all kinds of obscene scenarios of just climbing ontop of the beautiful in the middle of the room with no shame in front of everyone who works there you knew the seriousness of the "off-limit clause" that has been put with asterisks on this very one. your best friend iris had been seeing pierre for a little under a month yet far before they even got together you knew of the frenchman due to the fact that you had been an avid watcher of motorsports ever since you were young. in fact, you were the one who showed him to that very friend one night as you were doing a tiktok trend where she had to guess what the different drivers' names were by just their headshots. when the video went semi-viral and was liked by not only the alpha tauri team admin but by the two drivers you simply didn’t know what to do with yourself. 

if you thought that the like was enough to kill you the dm of a big red heart was enough to resurrect you back from the grave. in the end, you decided it was more stressful than it was worth to try and think of a message that night to send back to the simple message. which you’ve done nothing but regret since, as the next day your very friend read off a series of dms between her and the driver to you over breakfast. now don’t get it twisted you were more than happy for your friend but you were also disappointed as you always told her about your teeny tiny crush on the same man she was gushing over who she called “nothing special” a couple hours ago on film.  

you were hoping that the fascination would end as fast as it started so you both could go back to your respective interests but you found iris engrossed in not only her phone but your sunday night race viewings which is something that she was never into before when she resorted to calling it “boring” and to just tell her when they took their helmets off so “she could at least stare at something”. now, the last thing you were ever expecting however was being forced out of your apartment in a short dress to go to a random LA club to see your celebrity crush in a very unbuttoned button-up shirt and messy hair smiling at you asking how you were in a thick whiskey-smelling accent. 

after not even two words were exchanged between the both of you the night changed fast, your friend automatically pulled the man to the dance floor and the last time you saw them and when you did in the large crowd of bodies she was dancing in a way you haven’t seen since a few freshman yr college frat parties when you both needed to let off some steam after exams. the vodka redbulls you were drinking were starting to taste like sparkling water which was a big enough cue for you to leave on your own as the bar stool you were perched on was not as comfy as you once thought getting bumped and hit on by enough sloppy men to count. calling over the bartender with one hand you rustled in your purse to find the 20 dollar bill you knew was shoved somewhere in there but before it could be located a hand found its way to your shoulder making you cringe at the thought of having to turn down another man when all you wanted to do was take a hot shower then lay in your nice warm bed.

“don’t worry about it cherie” 

“huh?”

clearly, you heard perfectly well who and what was being said to you but you just wanted to either hear it again or make sure you weren’t hallucinating, which between the loud music it was hard to differentiate between the two. when the pressure of the weight on your shoulder increased and a certain warm sense of goosebumps raise all over your skin you realized he was trying to help you out by talking directly into your ear but once again you were distracted so you only heard the ending. 

“-worry i got it” 

you could smell the strong scent of your friend's perfume still stuck on his skin yet you couldn’t help the way your thighs tightened at the way his lips grazed the very tip of your ear. it took every fiber of dignity you were even surprised you had left in you to tighten your grip on your own purse and give standing a try which was only made worse when a strong hand wrapped itself around your waist pulling you into his side so you didn’t fall on the sticky club floor. the drunken fog that took over your brain was going into overdrive as one of the acrylic nails on your right hand skimmed the toned board of abs that brought about an evil set of thoughts rushing back leading you to only be able to stare at his very pretty…neck?  

“PIERRE!!!” 

the sound of your friend's voice finally brought you back to earth as you jumped off her dancing companion's body like his skin was actually fire burning you inch by inch and without even a second glance you pointed to the door signaling your friend you were leaving.

after that night you made sure to stay as far away as possible from the couple- actually you weren’t sure what they even were but you knew that the girl code has one very big rule about this one scenario, finders keepers and that left all thoughts classified unless asked which especially counted the late at night ones when you check his instagram dumps of the races or the stories of him working out smirking on the beach that showed enough skin to make a nun blush. 

back to the beginning, you obviously were not that successful in staying away as you sat in his team garage at COTA as he did push-ups in the middle of the two conjoining sides with his fireproofs off and his overalls hanging on his waist. everything this man did was a tease and it all felt like it was in spite of you, almost like he knew something you did not. as if he knew of your the ongoing battle that raged in your head telling you how bad of a friend you were but truly how much strength did one woman possess. 

later on in the session, a couple of the other guys came over and introduced themselves to you both and while you did not feel in your element at all your friend was pulling both charles and carlos by their respective arms and forcing them into a conversation about if they thought switching teams so the color would go better with their skin complexion. in the end, you found a safe space in the corner with one of the engineers and eventually esteban came and joined in on a conversation about the difference in this years cars shocking you as you were more than content just being a watcher among the crowd. eventually, you found yourself blending in with the crew and laughing as the alpine driver told you about some misfortunes he found on track that evening.

finally, when the day was over you found yourself sighing at the relief that you could go home, far from the evil thoughts that plagued your hormonal mind. all that was between you and a nap was to pick up your bag from one of the driver's rooms yet you didn’t even get a chance to have that peace of mind as the minute you made it through the threshold you were taken back by the sound of being followed actually to be more exact- to be pushed towards the middle of the room. 

“since when did you become friendly” 

“wha-“

“i said-“ and with each step he made forward you met him with one backward eventually until the back of your thighs made contact with the desk that sat in the corner of the room. the final step he made landed his body between your own thighs along with two solid arms coming to cage your legs in so there was no escape. 

“what are you doing?” 

“if french is your thing we can talk french” 

the jealousy comment went straight over your head to the point where you weren't even sure if this was reality or not anymore, were you dreaming? it felt like you were trying so very hard to stare at his eyes it was almost as if you could feel his heated stare on your lips specifically the bottom one that was now retreated under your teeth to hopefully change his attention. 

“pierre-“

“i’ve been asking about you and i finally get you here and you talk to everyone but me?”

the famous goosebumps that always seem to be present when he was around returned as his right hand lightly ghosted up the skin on your arm to your shoulder and found the space to span his five fingers from collarbone to the clench of your jaw. it was so hard to even think straight let alone play along with this back and forth word game he quite obviously was enjoying. what was he trying to get out and why was it impossible to think of anything other than the way his body felt against yours?

“i know the way you look at me mon ange”

“we can’t” 

“we can and we will”

“but what about ir-“

before you could even finish your sentence the grip on your necked tightened and you were tugged into him face first, lips, teeth, and all met each other as even when your body tightened like all muscles on high alert you sunk into the playboy falling for his charm even when you knew you would be the only one to be hurt in this scenario.

[jess-emurphy]

Tatta Kodai: Manga Versus TV Show, a Look into Poverty and Capitalism

Here is the first in my series of Manga Versus TV Show character counterparts. I adore Tatta as a character and I think Yutaro Watanabe made him so loveable. But the show truly focused on one aspect of his character but didn't dive into the other parts that made him great.

Tatta very obviously has a complex about his father and has some deep rooted issues he never bothered to tackle when he became an adult. He was so adamant about not becoming his father and for Tatta's mother, that's an insult. Whenever she's disappointed in Tatta, she says "You are nothing like your father." She isn't complimenting him. This is supposed to be a negative comment that is supposed to cut him deep.

A funny part of his character and not wanting to be like father, his father worked in a car garage, fixing cars of course. That was Tatta's job in the borderlands. He'd regularly go on runs for petrol and had to fix random cars they come across. He was also the one to fix up all the cars that allowed people to escape the beach and then the King of Spades. Its interesting because by wanting to go into stardom, he obviously wanted to avoid working with cars. But its the very thing he became known for.

Another big part:

Tatta is poor. His family is in severe debt due to his father's passing, which adds onto Tatta's hate for him. Tatta is very childish in the way he has a deep hatred for his deceased father because he doesn't fully understand why it wasn't his father's fault, but the capitalist society. It's funny because show Tatta seems to be aware of that and mentions that he won't be working seven days a week otherwise it'll kill him. Manga Tatta is oblivious to this.

Tatta's dream is to make it big so he can pay off his mother's debt and thank her for raising him as a single mother. It's a very child-like and naive dream because a lot of adults in their fifties can't even pay off their debt alone, never mind their child helping out.

His first idea is to go into comedy. A job where you make people laugh. This connects into the main story where Tatta basically was the optimist sunshine for everyone who cheered them up in their depressed funk.

Due to being poor, Tatta was manipulated and fell for MLMs. He continuely loses money throughout. He invests in ideas that he thinks will work out but they keep asking for money from. He's taken advantage of the entire time.

He's so pathetic that even other working class citizens don't see him as working class. They see him as shit on the bottom of their shoe, all because he can't keep down a job.

Poverty and capitalism play a huge part in Tatta's story. It's not just about feeling useless. It's about the fact that being poor didn't allow Tatta to have the same opportunities as others.

The last words Tatta's mother says to him are "You're truly nothing like your father."

And that's when Tatta realises why she would say that to him. That was the exact moment that Tatta realised that he should have been more like his father. A man who sacrificed himself for his family. Whether or not you agree with that sentiment, its something that Tatta clearly took to heart. Because in the end, Tatta did become like his father.

Tatta died protecting his family.

The show heavily focused on Tatta's insecurities of feeling useless but that wasn't all there was to his character. He was naive but smart, overly confident but a schmoozer and most importantly, he was extremely loyal and kind.

After losing Karube and Chota, Tatta was probably the closest character to a best friend for Arisu, so much so that Tatta impacted Arisu's life so much that Arisu quit the games.

He truly had a very positive impact on the characters and how they proceeded forward in the rest of the manga.

If you have any character you'd like me to discuss the most next please let me know.

[lostelfsinning]

Rick/Birdperson theory

I like the theory that Rick had a crush on Birdperson, because it feels so... normal? Relatable, I dare say? He lost everything, he was stuck in an endless chase, and for the first time in a loooong time, he had someone he could trust, who he considered equal, who was cool and who also didn't view him as a widower but as a partner in crime.

To BP, Rick was just Rick, and being himself was a concept that has slipped away from him the moment that bomb went off in his garage. Of course his feelings grew so big he no longer felt like it was a friendship. 

Falling in love with the first friend he got since Diane is so neurodivergent of Rick, and I love it. Did he have friends before? He was probably hard to deal with when he was young, but Diane knew how to tame him. Maybe they had common friends?

Maybe they came to him after the "accident". “Condolences, such horrible news, can we help?” But looking at someone who is in shock, grieving, developing PTSD, is hard, especially if he wasn't accepting of their help. They quickly stopped trying and left him alone.

Rick must've been a loner for years when he left Earth. He was smart enough not to trust anyone out in the universe. Being alone was healing. He was losing hope but finding out that it didn't matter anyway and he could just enjoy life. He met BP at a festival.

He had been lonely for years, telling himself that he wanted to be alone, but this man had been married once. He had a child. Obviously, loneliness wasn't his thing. He's a different kinda Rick.

So, as soon as someone came near his heart, he fell blindly in love, desperate to replace/recreate what he once had with Diane. He tried to cram BP into a very specific wife-and-child shaped hole, and when BP refused, it sent him down a spiral. Killed whatever was left of hope and left only a bitter old man. At some point, he returned to Earth and tried to forget everything.

But the Council wouldn't leave him alone, so he had to get up again, move, and when all that (the Citadel) was said and done, he could've gone back to his wallowing, but he was so tired. Loneliness clearly didn't work for him. So he chose a (not so random) Smith family and crashed there.

[dancingamongstdust]

MHA Scenarios - First Meeting (Part 3)

All Might

There was an ache in your shoulder despite the painkillers. It was persistent, a constant reminder that your time in U.A. was beginning to lower your reaction speed. Perhaps you should consider returning to a full-time career in the hero world instead of taking random jobs here and there.

Sighing, you finished up with your costume and opened the door to find none other than Principle Nezu waiting for you.

“Great timing!” he chirped. “I was about to come and tell you that you’ll be sharing your second-year physical training class today.”

“The class that begins in twenty minutes?”

“That very one. When I found out that you had injured yourself, I thought that it would be best for you to take on an assistant of sort.” Nezu hummed softly to himself, as if wondering if he should continue. “And perhaps it will be a good experience for Toshinori to see how one can balance their time.”

You chuckled, catching onto the principle’s plan. “I don’t think a hero of All Might’s stature would have anything to learn from somebody like me.”

“There’s no doubt that he’s the better hero –“

“You could put that more nicely.”

“But you have far more experience teaching,” Nezu finished. “You take it easy to ensure your continued health and even though you whine about your lack of excitement, you never go out and chase it.”

That was true. Every year, you told the principle that you would be quitting and each time, he would laugh and tell you that you never would. You blamed the students. They were way too easy to get attached to.

All Might was waiting at the training grounds, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face. The latter looked almost painted on. He absolutely towered over you, seemingly taller in person.

“We haven’t met properly before,” you said, giving your name. “But may I just say that I have endless respect for your heroic accomplishments.”

He laughed proudly. “Thank you. Nezu says that you got injured during a fight with a villain, is everything alright?”

There was something about his voice that you didn’t quite like. It just sounded so patently fake. Perhaps that was why you hadn’t been surprised when the news about his true form was shared amongst the faculty. It seemed to you that it should have been a given. Nobody spoke like he did in their day to day lives.

“It’s a shoulder injury,” you said. “In a similar line, you can drop the All Might moniker for a short while if you want. This class is incapable of arriving less than ten minutes late.”

“That’s alright! I’m sure this is a far more useful form.”

“Suit yourself,” you said with a nod. You rolled your shoulder and winced. “I’m going to need to have you taking over the majority of the hands-on training if that’s alright with you? If I push myself now, I’m just going to do more damage to the muscles.”

All Might gave an affirmative and then pondered your words. It was unsurprising when he seemingly vanished into a cloud of smoke, dropping the vast majority of his muscles and showing a far-more human façade.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he acknowledged. “Some rest before teaching would be easier on my injuries.”

You smiled. “The last thing you want to do is let these students think they’re strong enough to take you on just yet. Don’t need that going to their heads.”

Endeavor

It was an accident that led to your first encounter with the recently elected number one hero. And it had mostly been as a result of a very long day filled with endless bad luck.

You had been walking through the parking garage after having coffee spilled on you, losing your keys, and nearly breaking your ankle when an escalator stopped working. It was overall an awful day. And it was about to get even worse.

It must have been as a result of some kind of villain but the exact situation escaped you. All that you knew was that somebody got thrown from out of nowhere. They flew into one of the pillars and cracked it. You jumped and immediately rushed over to them. It was only once you were right beside him that you realised the fire was part of him.

“You’re Endeavor…” you breathed. “Are you alright?”

The hero stood, clearly shaken. A deep scowl covered his face. He was much, much taller than you had thought he would ever be. “Get out of here before you get hurt.”

Before either of you could do anything else though, the ground seemed to tremble, much like an earthquake. You looked up wearily. This was the ground floor so it wasn’t like you could fall through anywhere.

And then the ceiling started to crumble.

You barely had time to react, just screwing your eyes shut and hoping for the best. A wave of heat washed over you. Dust filled your lungs and you coughed as all around you, a cacophony of collapsing rubble filled the air.

An unnatural silence took over.

Slowly, you opened your eyes. It was far too dark with a flickering light illuminating a large cavern of rubble held up by a few of the pillars that were still standing. Powder swirled around you, filling your lungs and making you cough heavily. Then you noticed the reason that you hadn’t gotten so much as a scratch.

Endeavor stood over you, shielding you entirely. He showed no visible discomfort but as you stared, you realised that part of his suit had been ripped and blood trickled down his side.

A few seconds passed and he moved away. In the tight space, he was unable to even stand straight. “Damn it,” he cursed. “There’s no way that Hawks can move any of this nonsense. We’re going to be stuck here until rescue teams arrive.”

You sunk down slowly, sitting against something sharp and putting your hand over your mouth. “I’m going to die,” you whispered. “There’s no air here…”

“Don’t be dramatic,” the pro-hero snapped. “We have plenty of time before the air runs out. If it was just me, I could blast through here in no time.”

“Why can’t you?”

He stared at you as though you were stupid. “Either I would risk bringing the rest of this concrete down on your head or you would stand too close and get burnt. Somehow, I don’t think you would prefer either of those options.”

You shook your head and tried to hold back tears. This day had been worse than any other in your life. Should you call your family and friends? Was it worth worrying them just to hear their voices? Endeavor didn’t seem worried so maybe you should just trust that you would get out and everything would be fine. Or maybe you would die and –

Your thoughts were cut off by him suddenly appearing in front of you. “Relax,” he said. “If you panic, you’re just going to make the entire situation worse.”

“We’re trapped under concrete,” you said. “We could die.”

“You’re not going to die. Now stop being pathetic and find a way to occupy yourself that doesn’t cause a panic attack.”

You swallowed and took a deep breath. “Alright. Alright.”

He nodded, moving considerably further away and then his flames flickered off. And that was your first meeting with Endeavor. Surprisingly, you ended up speaking until you were rescued.

Eraserhead

It had all begun years ago.

You remembered distinctly how you had been sitting in the garden and watching the bees happily buzz past. It was a warm day with a slight saltiness to the air. A perfect time to enjoy the summer as though you had no worries in the world.

Conversation filled the air and you perked up, recognising one of the voices. You had only managed to stand up when a blur of blue hair slammed into your side, pulling you into a tight hug with a happy shout of your name. Laughter filled the air as you nearly fell, unable to even hug back.

“Oboro!” you giggled. “I thought you were only getting back next week!”

He finally let you go and shot you a smile that made the sun look dim. “I was but then my parents said my friends could stay over! Come meet them.”

Oboro had been your closest friend for years but since going to U.A., you had seen less and less of him. That wasn’t to say that you hadn’t kept in contact of course but you missed him greatly.

His friends were… not what you expected.

The exceptionally loud blond was Hizashi Yamada and his quirk was volume-based. He greeted you with a booming shout, apparently having been told about you several times before arriving.

But Shota Aizawa interested you far more. He didn’t speak much and you never did find out his quirk when you were younger. When you’d asked why he wanted to be a hero, he just told you that he liked it. The rest of the week, you developed a bit of a crush on him and spent most of your time trying to impress him.

When the week ended, you didn’t see him again for a very long time and the next time you saw him, it was under circumstances you had never even imagined.

You were wearing a veil to hide your face. There was no dramatic rain or dark thunder on the day of the funeral. Rather fittingly, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. You liked to imagine that was Oboro’s final gift. A beautiful day to celebrate him.

Yamada had put his hand on your shoulder, subdued and quiet for the first time. He was a pro-hero now and you often saw his face on magazines.

Soon, he left to speak to others and you remained by the grave with only one other.

“Being a hero is more dangerous than I ever thought,” you said, not sure why you were speaking but feeling the urge to regardless. “You and Yamada have to stay as safe as you can, alright? He would want that.”

Aizawa glared at you from the corner of his eye. “How would you know that?”

“Because you were the most important people in the world to him,” you said. “Of course that’s what he would want.”

Aizawa didn’t speak anymore but after a while, he turned to leave. Before going, he paused and looked as though he wanted to say or do something. You met his gaze. It felt as though he could see straight through your veil, revealing the tears that streaked your face. The atmosphere wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just sad.

Still, standing there and just existing helped you to remember the loss wasn’t just your own. When Aizawa left, you turned back to Oboro’s gravestone feeling less alone in the world.

You were going to miss him like hell but you wouldn’t be remembering him by yourself.

Fatgum

As a solitary and underground hero, it was quite rare that you were contacted for big jobs. Rarer still that you took them instead of passing them on.

But something was different about this time.

This time, you had a personal vendetta drawing you to one of your least-favourite jobs – working with other heroes. It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with them but many weren’t in it for actually helping people. That put a bad taste in your mouth.

The job wasn’t technically being led by you purely because the information had come through a larger agency. They hadn’t wanted to pass it off to you alone so now you were sitting in the briefing room, listening to them going over everything that your investigations had revealed. No credit given, of course.

You stood toward the end and offered a simple warning. The villain that you were after had little concern about causing collateral. If anything, he relished in it. Your warning was primarily targeted at some of the heroes whom you knew dealt more with casual villains.

Many of them got overwhelmed when they came up against drug dealers and sex traffickers instead of pickpockets.

And then everybody dispersed, each having their own orders about how they would contribute to a safe arrest.

Leaving you alone. At least, you thought you were alone until somebody spoke behind you.

“Do you know what always calms me down? Taiyaki.”

You startled, though you didn’t let it become noticeable. Instead you turned to find yourself absolutely dwarfed by the BMI hero, Fatgum. Somebody you had always known about but never gotten a chance to meet.

“Do I really look that stressed?” you enquired.

He chuckled. “Not to be rude, but you definitely do.”

You sighed and looked at the documents in your hands. It was probably best that you didn’t have a mirror on you. “I’m worried about this case,” you said. “This guy has slipped through my hands a few too many times.”

Fatgum nodded. “I know how that feels but don’t worry too much. Everybody here is a capable hero and together, we’ll get him for sure.”

You raised an eyebrow. Perhaps a few were capable but not everybody.

“You’re too cynical,” he reprimanded though there was little malice to his words. “You should try to trust the rest of us. At least for long enough to get a little sleep.”

You reached up and touched the bags that had formed under your eyes. “Thank you for your concern but I’ll be perfectly fine.” You shoved the documents into a small bag and slung it over your shoulder. Once you dropped them off at home, you could head back out and see if anything had popped up.

“It’s still pretty early,” Fatgum mused. “What are your plans?”

“I’m going to go and see if any of my sources have found new information.”

“Uwabami was meant to be doing that tonight accourding to the schedule,” he pointed out. “But you’re probably not going to be taking the night off. Why don’t you join me for my patrol? You can keep an ear to the ground and also not continue exhausting yourself.”

Sighing, you glanced over your shoulder at him. “We hardly know each other. Why are you so worried about me?”

He shrugged. “Too many heroes drive themselves crazy with this kind of stuff. Come on. My work study students are great, you’ll love them both.”

There was a reason that you didn’t take any of those on but admittedly his two students were entertaining.

Gang Orca

It was all for the sake of the cameras.

You had to remember that when you were getting up before the sun rose. Everything had to be absolutely perfect about your appearance. If it wasn’t then your little ruse would be seen through by every reporter with half a braincell.

Then you had to get to the setup site and speak with the marketing team secretly. You stood with the team leader to one side, discussing everything like old friends over a cup of coffee.

“Essentially, what we’re looking for is a very breathless and awe-struck victim,” he explained to you. “When you speak to the media, try and make it like you never even thought of Gang Orca much before but now his rescue has made him into your favourite. We’re trying to build a greater trust with the public especially amongst children.”

You pulled a face. “I don’t much like working with kids but for a small increase, I can become quite the lover of them for a short while.”

The guy smiled. “You’re one of the best, otherwise I wouldn’t have hired you. You can get your increase.”

“Thank you. Now let’s get to work.”

You made your way to the ‘accident’ site. The costume team ripped your shirt and you had some fake blood dotted around your head. Nothing to make your injuries too severe but enough for some pity.

And then you climbed under the wreck and waited.

Approved photographers snapped their pictures as you were rescued from your metal prison by the tall Gang Orca. His strength alone was enough to pull the door free. He held his hand out to you while using his other to lift the car high enough to help you out. You made a show of crawling free and then stumbling a little.

With one hand on your head, you leaned against him and stared up with a grateful expression. Cameras flashed and he checked the wreck once more before leading you away for ‘medical treatment’.

Once out of view of the media circus, you straightened and wiped some of the fake blood away from your mouth. “Thank you for the rescue,” you said.

Gang Orca didn’t seem very happy about it at all. It was good that his hero image didn’t need too many smiles.

“I’m going to guess that this wasn’t really your idea?”

He sighed. “No. I don’t like the need to fake rescues when there are real people who should be getting help from a hero.”

“But those people aren’t getting paid to better the public’s opinion of you,” you said. “Twenty minutes here can be what knocks you off lists like ‘scariest heroes’ and similar stuff. That way, you get even more opportunities to save people.”

You couldn’t tell if he was grimacing or not but he definitely appeared to be. It made sense. While some heroes relished in the easier work, many didn’t like the media part of their jobs.

“If you’re happy with it, I’d like your autograph,” you said. “It’ll help me sell the whole situation a lot easier.”

“Alright.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t have a warm opinion of the media either,” you said. “They’re vultures who benefit from the fall of good heroes. What I, and others, do helps stop the best from being sidelined just because they’re intimidating or unmarketable. You’re in this for the right reason but the news organisations don’t care about that.”

He sighed deeply. “It’s unfortunate that you’re right. Of course, that doesn’t mean I have to be happy with these kinds of arrangements.”

“Few people are.”

Hawks

Being a photographer was competitive work, especially in a world where people could have quirks allowing them to grow cameras from their bodies.

You had to go the extra mile in order to compete with them and carve out a name for yourself. Either you had to be there first or you had to see something that nobody else did. A good intuition never led you astray.

And so, when you found yourself walking down the right street late one afternoon, you just knew that it was time to take out your camera.

The event was nothing catastrophic. Indeed, it seemed that the main danger was people’s stupidity. A fire had started on the bottom floor of an office building and instead of waiting for first responders to do their jobs, people were choosing to make things more difficult by climbing out of windows and stuff like that.

Soon enough, heroes were on the scene and you had your camera ready.

Naturally, Backdraft was the first to arrive and you got some great photos of the rescue hero doing what he did best. The light from the flames perfectly illuminated the hero and made the entire situation feel a great deal more dramatic than it was.

The second hero was a young woman whose name escaped your mind. She assisted the civilians as best she could but, no sooner did she help one down, and the person was practically taken from her arms.

Bright red feathers flew across the scene, darting into the building and pulling every person free by their clothing. They were lowered safely to the ground though many stumbled.

You didn’t lower your camera but you cursed out Hawks under your breath.

Never, in your wildest imagination, did you expect to hear him respond.

“Well, that’s not a very nice thing to say.”

You startled, just about dropping your camera on the ground in shock. He was perched above your head, atop one of the streetlights, a smirk on his face and his visor down. His wings were shorter than usual and the only way you could tell he was even helping with the incident.

“You ruined my photo,” you said. “And she had him, you know?”

“She was moving too slow. The poor guy would have been stuck in the air for several minutes longer and that’s just not good on the heart. Besides, I can make up for your lost photo if you snap a shot in the next three seconds.”

You scoffed. “A photo of you sitting on a streetlight? From this angle?”

“What? Not dramatic enough for you?”

“Not unique enough, more like. You’re the most photographed hero in the whole of Japan. The internet is teeming with images of you from every possible angle, distance, and situation. I’ve seen them all.”

For some reason, that seemed to get to the pro-hero a little and you were surprised when he landed beside you. You were very rarely this close to a pro, your bravado disappearing now that he was actually standing there.

“So you’re saying I’m not worth a photo?”

Part of you felt like saying that he was and quickly taking one but your pride didn’t allow it. “Not when there are lesser-known heroes here. They don’t have crazy stalkers willing to chase them around the city for any picture.”

“And aren’t they luckier for it,” he sighed. “Ah well, your loss. I’ll see you around.”

With a flap of his wings, he was gone and you watched him go, fighting the urge to snap a photo the entire time.

Midnight

Some would call you shallow but interviews were one of your favourite parts of being a hero. Getting to answer questions and engage with the people who admired you was an experience that you just adored. Not only that but they were often the best place to clear up rumours or speculations so long as they were edited well.

With a reliable broadcaster and positive outcomes on all of your latest jobs, you were extremely excited to be offered an interview. You knew there was an ulterior motive of some kind but you hadn’t been sure as to what.

But still, you arrived early, dressed in your hero costume, and had your makeup done up as best as it could be.

And then you watched the interview before you and you quickly realised that the broadcast was doing a segment. One focused on hero costumes.

Your own was quite unique, a step away from the usual appearance of heroes. Personally, you loved it.

The public however was divided on whether it was fashion forward or just a flop.

And clearly that was why individual heroes had been chosen.

Being interviewed at the moment and practically being drilled on the ins-and-outs of her costume was nobody other than Midnight herself. She looked absolutely amazing as ever. A natural on the stage and in the field.

You had to admit however that you didn’t feel comfortable with the questions they were asking her. She answered smoothly but mostly in deflection.

The other heroes around you agreed with your assessment. This felt like an attempt at creating a media circus. Few were interested in participating anymore.

The moment Midnight gave her leave, the producers began gesturing at you. You gave them a look and turned around with the rest of the heroes there.

Midnight was in a bad mood but she put on a smirk when you made eye contact with her.

“We’re leaving,” you told her. “None of us were told that this was going to be working off controversy.” You wanted to apologise that she had been the first to get interrogated but you didn’t know how to do that.

She laughed. “You weren’t expecting there to be a catch?”

“I mean, I was but I thought they were a little better than running a segment that’s so clearly focused on… well…”

“Sex appeal?” Midnight asked.

You awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck. “Yeah. It probably should have tipped us off that we were all around the same status. No real big names aside from your own have worked with this broadcast channel.”

“And nobody will again once I speak to a few contacts,” Midnight said, a hint of bitterness finally seeping into her voice. “Guess that will teach me to give new places a chance. They’re all looking for the big ratings instead of actual interest. Maybe I should just go into being a teacher full time at this rate.”

“Aren’t you already doing that?”

She shushed you. “Not if I don’t say it out loud.”

You laughed and stuck by her as your group exited the building, ignoring the clamoring from the higher-ups who were desperately trying to convince you to stay. The type of people who would take advantage of being able to pressure people into things. Lovely.

“Don’t you hate how rude they are to you?” you asked her. “I get so furious sometimes and my questions are always tame compared to yours.”

She shrugged. “At some point, you get used to it. I don’t think there’s a question out there that would shock me anymore.”

You really hoped you never reached that point.

Mirko

The villain pulled experimentally at his cuffs. He twisted around and began shuffling when he met your eyes.

“Where exactly are you trying to go?”

He grumbled something under his breath and stopped moving. You raised a hand to your head and sighed. At this rate, you were going to wind up with wrinkles. One of your favourite outfits had been destroyed by this little altercation and nobody had even bothered to show up yet. Somebody had called emergency services, right?

“Stop moving, I can hear you,” you snapped.

The villain would have been a greater threat if you hadn’t happened to be shopping in the area. Your quirk was the perfect match for his own and it allowed you to quickly take control of an otherwise dangerous situation.

Now you sat on a bench, him tied to the nearest building support bench, and you waited for somebody to arrive and take him off your hands.

There was a thump somewhere to your right and you lazily looked up from your phone. Only for your heart to kind of stutter.

“Aw, come on! I was told there was going to be some excitement over here!” Mirko complained. “What gives?!”

The rabbit hero was absolutely gorgeous with white hair and legs that went on for literal days. She was the epitome of everything you aspired to be as a hero. What she did was on her own terms and she fought for the thrill of it all.

You had just never expected to actually meet her.

“I’ve dealt with it,” you said once you had gotten over your shock. You gestured towards the villain. “No problems here.”

Mirko bounded over and stuck her face way too close to his. Her nose seemed to twitch in excitement. “You don’t seem so tough,” she scoffed. “I got the call and it said that this was setting itself up to be a good clash! Are you just that good?”

Her eyes fell on you, bright and teasing. A strand of hair fell in front of her face and she huffed it away without breaking eye contact.

“I am,” you said, mostly joking but feeling unable to deny it.

She threw her head back and laughed. “That’s a good answer. I like your confidence.” She eyed what you were wearing. “Your costume could use some work though.”

You chuckled. “It’s actually pretty similar to yours when I’m not interrupted while shopping. I’ve always loved your style.”

She nodded firmly as though that was a given. Then she looked around and raised an eyebrow. “If this moron interrupted your shopping, then what are you doing hanging around with him? You have things to get back to, don’t you?”

You gestured around. “I do but the police haven’t shown up yet.”

“Don’t worry about them,” she scoffed. “I’ll bounce this guy down to the station for you. Don’t waste time just standing around.”

She turned back to the villain just in time for you to both see him run around the corner. He nearly tripped but managed to keep his footing. You glanced at one another and Mirko laughed heartily. “You stay here,” she said. “I can deal with cowards in well under a minute. They always do the same things to ‘throw me off’ or whatever.”

“I’ll come with you,” you said. “It’s technically my fault he got away. And I could always learn a thing or two from the best, right?”

She grinned. “I knew I liked you. Let’s see if you can keep up though.”

Natsuo

On a good summer’s day, there was nothing better than the beach. The waves gently lapping at the shore, soft clouds drifting across the sky, and few children due to the earliness of the day. It was well worth getting up early to watch the sun creep its way over the ocean and begin what was scheduled to be the hottest day of the year.

Not that you would be outside when it hit noon. By that time, ice cream and a nice spot of shade became necessary.

For now though, you waltzed along the beach and enjoyed the sand beneath your feet. As you walked, you kept an eye out for shells though there were scarce. People came every day to collect this time of year.

In a way, that made you sad.

But the lack of shells did mean that you didn’t need to watch where you were walking quite as much. At least, that was your thought process. Shells cut your feet and there were none so why keep an eye on the sand.

The answer is broken bottles.

It was a sake bottle, probably stolen away by some kids to be drunk where their parents wouldn’t see. The searing pain made you think you’d stepped on a jellyfish. Cursing, you jerked your foot away, blood running down into the sand below.

A small wave washed up, taking the bloodied sand away to reveal the culprit.

Struggling to balance, you hopped away from the bottle and sat down, lifting your foot to see the damage. It was a rather deep slice that made you feel quite woozy. Sand was already sitting around the injury and your only option to wash it off was the very salty sea.

“Sorry, do you need some help?”

You glanced behind you to see a guy standing on the boardwalk. His hair was pale and his expression kind. Something about him seemed oddly familiar but you weren’t sure why.

“I stood on a bottle,” you said. “It’s alright.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you need some help getting off the sand?”

You were going to deny the offer but your entire leg felt like it was on fire. The pain was undoubtedly because of your brain flicking through reminders about the danger of stepping on glass. “If you’re alright with it.”

He made his way down to where you were sitting quite quickly and glanced at your foot. “That’s going to need stitches,” he said. He offered his water bottle to you. “You should clean it off and then put some pressure on it before we move it.”

The cut hadn’t seemed that bad to you but you hadn’t really been looking carefully. “Are you sure?” You still took the water though, hissing as you poured it over your cut.

“Very,” he said. “Do you mind your towel getting blood on it?”

“No.”

He used the towel to put pressure on the cut and then helped you stand, hobbling your way off the beach. Once there, he quickly listed off the nearest hospitals.

“Are you a medical student by any chance?” you asked, trying to keep your mind off the pain.

He blushed. “Sorry, is it obvious?”

You laughed. “Just a little but that’s okay. It was good that you happened to be nearby then. Can I get your name?”

He hesitated but then said, “Natsuo. Don’t worry about my family name.”

Curious now, especially given how familiar he looked, you were tempted to push. But you didn’t and instead thanked him again for his help. He turned out to be correct, of course. You did need stitches.

Present Mic

You stretched before going into the office. Everything was sore – an unfortunate result of your late night. It couldn’t have been helped. Train wrecks were rarely planned.

Principle Nezu greeted you warmly when you arrived and then asked you to sit down. “As I’m sure you’ve heard, there was a recent incident on the grounds. Thirteen was badly injured and we’re in need of a new teacher with expertise in natural disaster management.” He smiled at you. “I thought you would be the perfect match.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I was under the impression you were going to try convince me to take a work study student.”

“I’m sure you will one year,” he joked.

“Unlikely but you can always offer.” You sighed and turned your gaze out the window. “I have little care for children. This will be a temporary position, yes?”

“We’ll see how it goes.”

You gave him a look but the principle just sipped at his tea. He already knew that you were going to accept – if only because you had always been a close friend of Thirteen’s. Taking over one class wasn’t going to kill you.

“I don’t have any experience in this,” you reasoned. “Other schools must have teachers who can come and cover classes?”

“None who are as experienced in the field as you are. So I’ve organised with Hizashi Yamada to take you through his methods of teaching and you can convert them over. He’ll be here soon.”

You sunk further into your chair, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “What would you have done if I said no?”

“Been very disappointed, of course.”

Present Mic was a hero you had always admired but you hadn’t ever expected him to be as loud in person as he was in the media. You just about jumped out of your skin when he entered the room dramatically, calling out a greeting.

Nezu gave the introductions and informed you that before doing an actual class, you had a week of acting as an assistant instructor alongside Present Mic.

“Should I invest in earbuds?” you joked.

He laughed but then actually lowered his voice as though you had reminded him. “Don’t worry. If I yell too much in class, Shota tends to come and glare through the doorway until I quieten down.”

You chuckled. “Do you have similar teaching schedules?’

“No but he claims that he can hear me from anywhere in the school. It’s the best way to find him actually. You just yell until he shows up.”

“I’ll take that as lesson number one in how to teach at U.A.”

“Lesson number one is to not take Nemuri’s flirting seriously,” he corrected. “I know it’s very flattering to think that she’s interested but she’s not. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell her to stop but she doesn’t always listen. It’s part of her image, you know?”

You raised an eyebrow at Nezu but he just shrugged. That didn’t seem like it was too professional but alright.

You took a deep breath and tried to pretend that this was just going to be temporary. It wasn’t like Nezu had been trying for years to get you involved at the school.

Temporary.

“Which subject do you teach?” you asked as you followed Present Mic from the office.

“English. No crazy action or anything which means you have to work double time to keep the students interested. You’ll have it far easier.”

Nobody really prepared you for the fact that Class 1A didn’t know how to do things the easy way.