#me doing the john cena hand wave

[ringsidechoir]

i hope one time when john cena was doing his "you can't see me" jedi hand wave, it actually worked, and a wrestler looked around bewildered as a 6foot something brick shithouse in jorts just sort of vanished

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — May 28-June 03

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

05-28 → Gong Jun posted four photos of clouds to his Instagram, caption: “Casual shots” and his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Watch  Clouds” Fan Observations: Lots of candy for this one:  -  This was the anniversary of the Word of Honor table read.  -  The “Take a lover’s hand and watch the clouds unfurl” line from Word of Honor.  -  On 2020-09-29, Zhang Zhehan posted photos of himself in front of a lake with the caption “Watch ☁️”. These were the photos where he’s in the red waffle lovers club shirt that Gong Jun has in black.  -  Zhang Zhehan once said in an interview that rather than saying it explicitly, he would post a photo of clouds to let his fans know when he had fallen in love. 🥺

05-29 → Nothing of note.

05-30 → Deeyeo posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun. 

→ L’Oreal posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun. They later also posted a commercial to their Xiao Hong Shu.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ L’Oreal posted a commercial from Cannes featuring Gong Jun, Elaine Zhong, and Zhu Yilong. 

→ Zhenguoli posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted a video of the concerts. It was noted that this was not posted by any of the “official” accounts on Weibo, likely because of the photos being removed before.

→ Net-a-Porter posted three photos of Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun appeared at the BAZAAR Icons red carpet charity event. [livestream clip]

→ Gong Jun posted six photos of himself from that day. Caption: “Wearing sunglasses 😎 Thanks to @贵族巴萨 @小莉BAZAAR for the invitation!” He also posted these to his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Hold back  Can't smile!” and his Instagram, caption: “Out of season!”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted twelve photos of him from that day. Caption: “The night is getting darker, and the contrast becomes interesting. @ Gong Jun Simon went to the party appointment!” 

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video of behind the scenes footage from that day’s photoshoot. Caption: “@ Gong Jun Simon is fully equipped 🕶️ ready to execute mission No. 1129 🔛” BGM is Seine Geschichte (X Years Mix) by Alberto Rizzo.

→ BAZAAR posted two photos of Gong Jun from the red carpet. Caption: “Don't be arrogant or impetuous, always have the original intention, and have a hot heart, and enjoy the sun with @ Gong Jun Simon!”

→ #Gong Jun’s phone lock screen is Huahua*# got on Weibo’s entertainment hotsearch, with the lock screen having been caught on camera after the event. *a panda

05-31 → A trailer was released for Hidden Strike (aka Project X-traction), an action comedy movie starring Jackie Chan and John Cena that Gong Jun filmed a minor role for in 2018. 2023 is given as the release year, no more exact date yet.

→ Gong Jun posted a commercial for L’Oreal. Caption: “Sunny heat wave, scorching heat is coming! Dry, red and sensitive skin after sun exposure? Bring the brand new #欧洲雅团安药粉丝# Hydrating for a summer, a piece of soothing redness, a strong barrier, and @巴黎欧光雅入to open up the translucent skin in good condition!”

→ Deeyeo posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun. [1] [2]

→ L’Oreal posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ BAZAAR posted a photo from the previous evening of Gong Jun and Dilreba each receiving an award for Popular Icon of the Year.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of him from the previous day. Caption: “All departments pay attention ⚠️ Mission number 1129, @ Gong Jun Simon starts to act” BGM is I’ll Do It by Heidi Montag.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. 

→ Gong Jun posted two photo ads for Tangle Teezer to his Xiao Hong Shu.

→ Tangle Teezer posted a video of behind the scenes footage from the photos Gong Jun posted.

→ Gong Jun commented “[3 shiba inu emojis] Very handsome!” on the singer Fan Chengcheng’s post of photos from the BAZAAR event, one of which included him. The two reportedly started following each other on Weibo.

→ BAZAAR posted a photo of Gong Jun from the red carpet.

→ Fresh posted a promotional “interview” spoken by Gong Jun.

→ Zhenguoli posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ BAZAAR posted a collection of photos from their event, three of which included Gong Jun.

06-01 → A Bulgarian fashion house, On Aura Tout Vu, posted photos from the Zhang Sanjian concert about an outfit they had made for it. They also posted these along with a design sketch to their Instagram. Fan Observation: It’s very odd that they would wait three weeks to post these, it’s suspected that it might be them trying to gain social media attention after seeing how much Jason Wu’s suit for Gong Jun got. At the time they posted the photos they had just over 1500 Twitter followers, which at the time of this post has risen by about 300.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted six photos from his trip to Thailand back in February. Caption: “It’s the holidays, of course I still want to go to the beach to play ~ @ Gong Jun Simon (working hard to film and not travel version) I wish you all stay childlike forever, happy holidays!”

→ Deeyeo posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Rare posted two gifs of Gong Jun wearing a shirt by them, taken from video filmed by fansites after the BAZAAR event.

06-02 → Several people posted photos of “Zhang Zhehan” at a Mayday concert. Fan Observations:  -  One of the people who posted photos is an executive director of one of CAPA’s subunits.  -  The imposter was wearing a conspicuous lace shirt and nothing to hide his face, and in at least one photo he is looking directly at the camera. It’s clear that the intent was to have him be seen.

→ The Instagram posted three photos of a tortoise and six of “Zhang Zhehan”.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

06-03 → Bluebird posted about a screenshot that has been passed around several Chinese group chats alleging that at the Bangkok concerts, Zhang Sanjian badmouthed Li Xuezheng. At the time of this post it is unverified if this is true.

→ Gong Jun posted a vlog of his trip to Cannes. [subbed video] Caption: “The business trip vlog that hasn’t been seen for a long time is here!” BGM is Argonauts by The Little Ones, Younger by The Hails, Some Summertime by Olsson & Grant, As The World Caves In (Wuki Remix) by Sarah Cothran, and I Want You Back by The Jackson 5.

→ Zhenguoli posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Bluebird made a post showing that in the span of eight months, EHz.Z changed recipient companies ten times, with none of these including Zhang Zhehan’s name anywhere. These companies are located in three different cities. (For those unfamiliar: this is evidence of money laundering.)

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[heartsoulrocknroll]

AEW Dynamite 11/9/22

MJF is once again not here tonight. But we hear from him in a podcast appearance from earlier in the week, cutting a promo that is so good, I have to quote the whole thing here. He is asked about his thoughts on the match against Moxley at Full Gear.

"This is the most important match of my entire career. But what I don't think wrestling fans understand is this is also possibly the most important match in the history of our sport. Allow me to explain why. This could be the potential crowning of the next face of the next generation of professional wrestling. You see, every once while, every once in a blue moon really, we see people that lead the charge of a generation, bring professional wrestling to new heights. Guys like Bruno Sammartino, Dusty Rhodes, Ric Flair. Guys like Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold, The Rock, John Cena. All of these men were generational talents. And that is exactly who MJF is. So here's what's gonna happen. All I have to do to etch my name into history is to have a long, fruitful world title reign, and the only person that's getting in my way is Jon Moxley. I'm not gonna sit here, and I'm not gonna pretend that Jon Moxley is an easy competitor to beat. I don't like you, Jon. I think you're a low life, scum bag, piece of shit, I think you're from the slums of Cincinnati, and I think you have absolutely no class. But I do respect you. Because Jon, you weren't born to be a world champion. Matter of fact, you were born with two left feet and not one single athletic bone in your body. However, I respect you, because you had to work your ass off to become the man that you are today. Blood, sweat, tears, sacrifices. You had to defy all the odds, doing 15 hour drives to wrestle in front of 15 people for 15 dollars. And you did it over and over and over again, honing your craft until eventually, you did the damn near impossible, Jon Moxley. You became the best professional wrestler on God's green earth. But know this. Come November 19th, you're about to lose that handle. Because I WAS born, to not just be a professional wrestler, but to be THE professional wrestler. I'm the guy who can come on the number one sports podcast in the world, I'm the guy who can do movies, TV shows, commercials, talk shows. And I can wave the flag of the AEW brand, and hell, I can wave the flag of professional wrestling and bring pro wrestling back to where it belongs as something that everyone is talking about. Every single wrestling fan, promoter, analyst, and pundit is fully aware that that throne is for the taking, and I am the one who is going to take it. And I am so sick of waiting my turn. Ever since I entered AEW, I've had to get the spotlight stolen from me in my big moments. My first ever singles pay-per-view match, the spotlight was on a neck tattoo. My first ever world title shot, which was against you, Jon Moxley, when you cheated, the spotlight was on Matt Hardy taking a fall like Humpty Dumpty. The first ever Blood and Guts match, I am standing atop of the cage with a crimson mask. I prevailed. That should have been my crowning moment. Instead, the spotlight was on Chris Jericho. Speaking of Chris Jericho, he stole the spotlight from me for a full calendar year. And then, on my big return, the spotlight was on a press conference. Well, know this, Jon. On November 19th at Full Gear in the Tristate area of Newark, New Jersey, in the Prudential Center, I am not waiting for the spotlight anymore, I am grabbing it. And you are going to have to take it out of my cold, dead hands, Jon. Your boy William Regal bet on the wrong horse. I don't need a Dynamite Diamong Ring to knock your lights out, because come Full Gear, the devil gets his due."

This was a special promo that I think people will eventually look back on as one of the defining promos of MJF's career. Everything about it was masterfully done. Emphatically stating that this match could be the most important one in wrestling history, referencing all the others who previously changed the course of professional wrestling, explaining exactly why he is that next generational talent and what he can do for AEW and wresting as a whole, building up Moxley as a formidable opponent, demonstrating how important this match is for him personally by highlighting all the times he was denied the spotlight before, and bringing it home with a promise to grab the spotlight this time and "the devil gets his due." The words were all perfectly chosen, and his delivery was as powerful as ever. I think everything he said here about the importance of this match for the future of wrestling is absolutely true. I fully believe that, if given the opportunity to show what he's made of, MJF is the next face of pro wrestling. Incredible moment here.

Ethan Page vs. Eddie Kingston (AEW Championship tournament eliminator match) -- I barely watched this, as I figure neither of these guys has any chance at the title shot, so I didn't really care. Nice finish with Page winning with Ego's Edge from the top rope.

Wardlow calls out Powerhouse Hobbs after Hobbs attacked him on a previous show. While Wardlow is talking to Hobbs, Samoa Joe attacks Wardlow from behind with the ROH TV Championship belt. Wardlow and Joe's alliance was short-lived, and none of this feels very important or meaningful.

Saraya and Britt face off in the ring with Schiavone. Saraya says she is medically cleared to wrestle and AEW is her house. Britt says she built AEW, and she is everything Saraya wishes she could have been. Saraya says she has been wrestling for 17 years. She wrestled for free, because she loves this business. She was turned away from jobs just for being female. She has been at MSG and the Tokyo Dome. She was starting revolutions before pro wrestling was a twinkle in Britt's eye. She calls Britt an ungrateful bitch. She announces her match with Britt at Full Gear. Britt tries to go at Saraya, and Saraya takes Britt out with Rampaige (what is it called now?). This was a pretty good promo from Saraya. I've never been her biggest fan, but she was a better wrestler than a lot of these people in the AEW women's division, so I'm hoping she can breathe new life here.

Next up, an excellent promo from Moxley in the ring with Regal at his side. He talks about how impetuous and ambitious he was at 25 years old. He talks about how he challenged Regal and got his ass kicked. He then mentions how he worked and challenged Regal again and won, knocking Regal out and tearing off part of his ear. Moxley says after this, Regal took Moxley under under his wing and said, "now the real work begins." Moxley says MJF reminds them of Moxley's younger self. Moxley talks about how he beat MJF the first time MJF challenged him for the AEW World Championship in the summer of 2020 and asks what is going to be different this time. Moxley and Regal laugh about MJF calling himself the devil. Moxley says he has looked the devil in the eye. He has seen terrible people do terrible things, and MJF is not that. He says everything MJF has done up to this point has been easy. Great stuff here.

Bryan Danielson vs. Sammy Guevara 2 Out of 3 Falls -- On commentary, Regal says it's always a big night for the Blackpool Combat Club. "Twenty-four hour party people, that's what we are." Loool, I love that man on commentary. Nasty chops and elbows by Danielson to start!! Missile dropkick from the top by Danielson!!! Outside the ring, Sammy hurls a chair at Danielson's head, causing Danielson to win the first fall by DQ. Sammy then grabs a mic, jabs it into Danielson's, eye, and smashes it into Danielson's head. Suplex by Sammy on the floor, and we see that Danielson is split open!! Sammy wipes the blood from Danielson's head and licks it off his hand. Back in the ring, Danielson is still down, and Sammy pummels him with elbows on the mat. A jumping knee and a GTH give Sammy the three count for the second fall!!!! Danielson is finally back on his feet. Chops in the corner by Sammy. Sammy goes to the top, but Danielson knocks him off. Flying headbutt attempt by Danielson, but Sammy catches him in a cross face!! Danielson gets to the ropes! Danielson finally gets in some offense -- elbows and a series of vicious headbutts!!!!!!!!! Sammy is thrown into the corner and bounces off the ropes for some offense, but Danielson counters with a big knee strike!! Sammy rolls outside. Danielson follows with a running knee strike off the apron!! They trade chops on the outside. Big dropkick from Sammy!! Sammy throws Danielson into the ring post. Both men get back in the ring. They both go for a move at the same time and collide. Both are down!! Danielson covers Sammy, but Tay pulls the ref out of the ring!! Both guys are up to their knees, trading elbows in the middle of the ring. Suplex into the corner by Danielson!!! Sammy gets tied up in the ropes, hanging upside down. Danielson with some nasty kicks and a running dropkick to the head!!! Both guys go up to the top! Sammy escapes and runs across the apron for leaping knee to knock Danielson off the ropes to the outside!! Shooting Star from the top rope to the outside by Sammy!!!Danielson makes it back in the ring. Sammy follows with an attempt at a springboard cutter from the ropes, but Danielson catches him in the LeBell lock! Sammy gets to the ropes. Leaping knee by Sammy!! Danielson reverses a GTH attempt! Reverse rana by Danielson!! Psycho knee by Danielson, but Sammy grabs and hangs onto the legs and transitions into the Walls of Jericho!! Rope break!! Danielson reverses another GTH attempt! Another psycho knee by Danielson lands!! Danielson goes for the head stomps, but Sammy gets his legs up to stop it. Sammy hangs onto Danielson's arm and bounces off the ropes for a springboard, flipping DDT! Senton from the top by Sammy!!! Danielson gets his knees up!! Danielson catches Sammy's arm in a crucifix!! Elbows to Sammy's head!! LeBell lock!!!!!! Sammy reaches for the ropes, but Danielson traps the other arm!!! Sammy submits!!! This match was fantastic. These two make magic together with their different styles. Danielson rocks so hard. He just blows my mind all the time. I'm not even a big Sammy Guevara fan, but he can go in the ring if he really wants to.

[valorxdrive]

❝  Tell me, Sora.. If I ever lost my way. If I ever gave my heart to the darkness... Would you be there to help me see the light again?  ❞

Another day upon this land of Earth was spent with its legends. In some remote region of Florida they remain, eyes drawn to the great distance of a horizon that borders the shorelines and heavenly skies. It allows them reprieve from the more chaotic aspects of this particular state. Sora found himself not minding in the least, many of their adventures amidst fame, against other juggernauts of the ring, moments like this needed their quieter times.

Settled within the hands of these warriors would be two decked out bowls of Fruity Pebbles. A toast made between bowls, between men, between two souls before they ate in a silent measure of camaraderie.

Whether it was techniques, hints of their upbringing, to the future of adhering to the call of Champions, this one topic however brings a more tense pause to their bonding. A thought that leads a cold, worrisome feeling to roam within his chest as his eyes widen at Cena's insinuation. The spoonful of pebbles were quickly crunched in down as notices the man's downcast expression. Seeing that snapback briefly hide his pained gaze in lieu of heavier thoughts.

"As if you even have to ask!" The reply was immediate, enough for spoon and bowl alike to be tensed as the cold underside remains ignored.

Sora wasn't ignorant to the endless temptations that found themselves swimming in stardom. For many it'd be fame, wealth, appeal. Yet the Heart of John Cena was a lot more complex as a true love for his lifestyle was always carried. Did this have to do with old rivals? Ghosts of his past?

"I know even the strongest can falter for a time.. and often, that's all that it takes." There was unspoken questions, grounds that he feels was better left un-tread for the simple notion of privacy. With his spoon tucked back into his bowl, a single hand reaches for their shoulder to give it a brotherly clasp. "And me and you? We've endured. I know me and all of your friends know a Heart like yours can go far."

Yet that wasn't what he truly asked. Resolve finds itself burning true as the sunset and crashing waves before them. Resolution would be imbued within his gaze as he faces John Cena with conviction. "We're friends, aren't we? I'll always have your back, just as I know you'd have mine. Even if that means we have to knock a little sense into each other.." The memories are searingly vivid, how eager the Heartless were to turn John Cena into one of their most powerful soldiers.

"How about we make a toast to it?" A hand draws up his half-finished bowl. Amidst the ivory milk, each fruity pebble would glimmer like a force of hope against the tides. Within Sora's hand, he'd be the Atlas that holds this world of possibility, all focused within a singular bowl of Cena's favorite since the early days.

"On these bowls of cereal we're eating this day. If the worst comes to pass, we'll make such a grim future be doomed to never see us as we pull ourselves from it's depths!"

@ceenation

[shortie-wonderland]

See It in Us

"...Can I ask you something?"

"Sure..."

"Can I... Can I hold your hand?"

Several dates in, and this guy still asks me if he can hold my hand. Of course, I know with the way he raises his pitch, hands covering his mouth, and turning shyly away, that he's simply being the silly guy he is. I breathe a gasp between my lips as I reply, yessss... please do. I never imagined him to have caught my attention so deeply.

My memory of our first date goes as followed: anxiety-ridden, easy conversation, nonconsensual (but great) kiss, "bing-chilling" (John Cena) for 9 hours straight, drunk karaoke in the park, and almost hitting my head on the ceiling while on his shoulders. A wild time, as you could guess! It was only on our most recent date did I realize his memory of the date goes as followed: cute girl with pretty eyes, great conversation, deep mutual connection, a bit of hesitation about the kiss but I can't not kiss her now, and we're really hitting it off. It's peculiar how our perceptions, though not drastically different, are different enough.

There always seems to be a push and pull with each date. We consistently begin at 1 but end up at 100 by the end every time. It's as if each time we forget how to act around each other even if it's just a sparse moment during the duration of the date but are all over each other at the end of the night, without missing a beat. We could hang out for 11 hours straight and still glance at each other longingly just to have another 15 minutes together. Once, he ran his booty into the railing as he backed up after giving me my goodnight hug and kiss! He must have been distracted and coming down from a high after spending time with me. Now, he is sure to take a giant step towards either side to avoid the metal assailant before sending himself away.

I could go on and on accounting for all the good memories we've had thus far. It feels bittersweet writing this, knowing that we are still together and very much in "like," however, that may very well be gone by the summer's end. There were moments he rained kisses all over my exposed body. He planted kisses full of attentiveness and affection; I felt not hot but warmed by them like a winter cabin's cackling glow. He took his time as he went up and down my arms, my upper back and chest, the back of my legs, my eyelids and neck, and the palms of my hands. When we loved, he would look up to my face, his thick burly eyebrows turned upwards in concern and out of caution, as he waited for me to object to any of his doings. Ninety-nine percent of the time I didn't.

For the longest time, I was not scared of losing this guy I had only met less than a month ago, but now, after discussing a shortened future, my heart rocks with tumultuous waves of sadness. I'll have to lose all this up so soon? Who will watch nude bicyclist parades with me during the summer solstice? Who will send me spontaneous flower pictures? Who will feed me homemade fried rice in the upper east corner of the central library? I shouldn't write the ending before it has even occurred, but my heart is heavy. My soul is already grieving. I long for that person to hold my hand through life's trials. I long for that person who shyly offers their hand like he did but in the end never even thinks to let go. As we go on, perhaps he'll turn into that person. As we go on, perhaps our fingers will never touch again, but we can remember fondly the touches of each other that linger on forever.

[smashlawlai]

Here’s a Super Smash Bros. Lawl moveset for John Cena:

Reveal Trailer:

The trailer opens in the Smash stadium where characters like Mario, Link, and Pikachu are battling. Suddenly, the lights go out, and the iconic "You Can't See Me" theme music begins to play. A huge crowd roars as John Cena emerges from the shadows, standing tall at the edge of the battlefield. The screen flashes: “John Cena Enters the Arena!” followed by explosions of confetti and Cena running towards the fight.

Moveset:

John Cena is a close-combat powerhouse with an emphasis on strength, grappling moves, and takedowns. He can deal massive damage with his wrestling moves but requires skill to close the distance on his opponents.

Neutral B (Five Knuckle Shuffle):

Description: Cena charges forward, then stops to do his signature “You Can’t See Me” hand wave before slamming his fist into the ground, creating a shockwave that hits nearby opponents. The longer you charge, the farther the range of the shockwave.

Inspiration: Based on Cena’s iconic Five Knuckle Shuffle move from wrestling, complete with the taunt.

Side B (Shoulder Block Tackle):

Description: John Cena rushes forward with a shoulder tackle, slamming into enemies with massive force. Opponents hit by the attack are launched back, making it a great move for knockbacks and edge-guarding.

Inspiration: Cena frequently uses shoulder tackles to stun his opponents before his finishing moves.

Down B (STF Lock):

Description: Cena grabs an opponent and puts them in the STF submission hold, dealing continuous damage as long as they’re caught. If used on a grounded opponent, Cena pins them to the floor.

Inspiration: This is one of Cena’s signature submission moves, where he wraps his legs and arms around his opponent, locking them in place.

Up B (Attitude Adjustment Jump):

Description: Cena leaps into the air and performs his Attitude Adjustment move on the closest opponent, slamming them into the ground from high above. If no opponents are nearby, he simply performs a high jump, dealing damage to anyone he collides with.

Inspiration: Cena’s signature finishing move where he lifts opponents onto his shoulders and slams them down.

Final Smash (You Can’t See Me Rampage):

Description: Cena raises his hand and does his “You Can’t See Me” taunt, turning temporarily invisible and gaining invulnerability. While invisible, he rushes around the stage, delivering a flurry of punches, tackles, and finishing moves to any opponents in his path. The Final Smash ends with Cena delivering an Attitude Adjustment to the last opponent standing.

Inspiration: This incorporates Cena’s “You Can’t See Me” catchphrase, turning it into a literal gameplay element where opponents "can't see" or hit him during the attack.

Taunts:

Up Taunt: Cena throws his arms into the air and shouts, “The champ is here!”

Side Taunt: He waves his hand in front of his face, saying, “You can’t see me!”

Down Taunt: Cena pumps up his sneakers, mimicking his routine before finishing off opponents in the ring.

Victory Poses:

1. Victory Pose 1: John Cena stands in the ring, holding a championship belt over his shoulder while fireworks go off in the background.

2. Victory Pose 2: Cena salutes the crowd with a determined look on his face before turning to the camera with a grin.

3. Victory Pose 3: Cena poses with his hand in front of his face, saying, "You can’t see me!" while the crowd roars.

Defeat Pose:

Defeat Pose: Cena stands in disbelief, hands on his hips, shaking his head before nodding respectfully to his opponent.

[closedheartgirl]

mayohigan-orange

imagine Koishi just doing the John Cena "you can't see me" thing

"Hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!"

She will repeat her greetings for hours on end as she waves her hand in front of other's faces.

It just leaves them feeling perturbed, since they can't see her.

[oensible]

[Video description: Compilation of blooper clips from the making of the Holiday Inflatables video. (continued under cut lol its long)

Clip #1: Shot of Mario Ferraro, Mackenzie Blackwood, and Jack Thompson standing in front of a bunch of inflatable statues and the shark head. A backing track plays, with a singer crooning "inflatables" and continuing onto some indiscernible lyrics, inaudible as Blackwood turns to look at Thompson and the two break out into loud laughter. Blackwood continues to laugh as he shuffles forward to tap Ferraro with his candy cane prop before turning back. Ferraro turns back and insistently says, "This isn't me!" as a production crew member reaches in to tap him on the arm to reassure him "This is Randy, this is—" There is a cut to Ferraro still insisting "It's not me!" with a smile as the crew member says, "This is not you; this isn't you," while pointing to a spot on the paper in his hand.

Clip #2: Cody Ceci standing in a semicircle of Sharks plus SJ Sharkie, singing the line "get lovey-dovey with the mistletoe" as he crouches. Notable backup dancers include Blackwood (front left) who is holding a large candy cane horizontally and waving it up and down to the beat with both hands while he thrusts his hips forward to the beat, and Ferraro (front right) who swiftly reaches down to smack Ceci's ass. Everyone on set starts giggling and someone says, "There we go! Yeah!", as a crew member says, "Fantastic."

Clip #3: Fabian Zetterlund lip-syncing to the line "now there's 27 on my lawn" with Sharks nodding along behind him and SJ Sharkie holding a large statue of Santa. They break into laughter as the line ends and Zetterlund wiggles his shoulders as he leans into the camera with a big smile. A crew member steps in the frame and says "Take," then gets cut off by the next clip.

Clip #4: Nico Sturm in a hallway. He make a circular wind-up motion with his hand like he's preparing to throw something before opening his hand and staring up into the air, like he's waiting for it to fall back down. The Sharks behind him look up with him. Sturm starts grooving again on the beat and Eklund starts nodding with him.

Clip #5: Ferraro in the forefront dancing as a crew member off camera continuously calls out for them to "lay it down!" The camera moves between each of the Sharks in the group and each of them leans in to bob to the beat. Blackwood does John Cena's signature "Five Knuckle Shuffle" move where he waves a hand in front of his eyes.

Clip #6: Back in the hallway. Zetterlund holds up a large inflatable shark and asks "What're we doing with it?" A crew member replies, "Whatever you want." Cut to Zetterlund shaking the shark back and forth between him and Eklund as they pretend to headbutt it back and forth, breaking into smiles as someone giggles in the background.

Clip #7: Eklund recording lines in a blanket fort recording booth in the middle of an office space. He sings the line, "I'm saving money for a giant snowman," strongly emphasizing the "a" in "-man". Cut to Sturm outside the recording booth imitating Eklund's pronunciation of "snowman" with a big smile. Eklund can be heard saying, "Yeah", from inside the fort. He and Zetterlund laugh, and a voice off camera says "If you can keep—" before being cut off by another clip of Eklund in the blanket fort. This time he is singing another line, but stumbles over the words as he goes on and ends up saying something that sounds like, "Old-school Santa, I must confess. Blow mo' plastic, I'm prepressed". He stops to say, "ah, that was bad", as the camera cuts to Sturm suppressing a laugh by holding his shirt over his mouth and Zetterlund, whose face is flushed very red, slowly covers his face with his hands. Someone giggles as someone offcamera asks "Is that okay [indistinct]".

Clip #8: Shot of Fabian Zetterlund in the blanket recording booth. He makes a deep, throaty sound as he sticks his tongue out right next to the microphone, then turns to the camera and laughs. Cut to him recording a line that says "for a giant snowman", with his voice jumping up to a higher pitch when he says "snowman". Muffled snorting can be heard in the background. Someone offcamera says "Great", and Zetterlund asks "It's good, no?" with a serious expression. A few voices can be heard saying "yeah".

Clip #9: Jack Thompson crouched with a crew member going over his lines. [Thompson: "—player's undateable?" Crew: "Correct. 'That's why he bought himself an inflatable.'" Thompson: "Alright."] Zetterlund, Sturm, Sharkie, and Eklund are bouncing an arm to the beat over his head, but Zetterlund is going considerably faster and off-beat compared to the others. Eklund notices and starts giggling, then starts miming slapping the shit out of Thompson's head.

Clip #10: Cody Ceci in the recording booth, choppily reading the lines, "Just grab yourself. An extension cord. Plug it in. And it will glow. Get lovey-dovey with the mistletoe." As he speaks, the camera cuts to Ferraro and Blackwood laughing silently outside the booth, Ferraro holding his shirt over his mouth and Blackwood's face flushing bright red. As the line ends, Blackwood lets out a loud laugh and Ferraro lets out a long wheeze, leaning forward to grab Blackwood's shoulder. Someone off-camera says "Okay. That's it," as Blackwood says, "Unreal". Ferraro leans back, letting out a shriek of laughter then saying, "I don't think you can do another one. I think that that's perfect", with a huge smile on his face. At the same time one of the crew members says, "You're gonna be, you're gonna be gol—" before getting cut off by the end of the video.

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holiday inflatables bloopers

[winterapocalypse]

Winter Apocalypse chapter 14

The Return of Mysterio

Jon woke up in a foul mood, surrounded by the disconsolate sighs of the Gryffindor Westerosi Quidditch team who were still all around John Cena's bed. Jon looked at the blond, muscular boy with bitterness. He often wondered, every time he came to Winter Hogwarts, if he too could have been like John Cena if only he hadn't been a bastard. John Cena was a muggleborn, but nevertheless he had managed to become one of the most popular students in the school. Even being a muggleborn was considered a higher status than he was, a sad bastard Watchman. He looked at him disconsolately until he realized that he was moving his gaze towards him.

Sam and Robb had disappeared instead, and Jon felt almost guilty thanking all the existing gods that they were finally no longer at his bedside. After all, Robb must have been busy looking for Greyjoy around the school, and maybe it was for the best. The pain in his face seemed to have eased, probably thanks to the Muggle pills Eddie had given him a few hours earlier. As always, his mind wandered to Mysterio. How he wished he had appeared through the door to pick him up and take him away from that sad infirmary, away from the Westerosi Quidditch team and away from that school that only brought him problems. Jon started to tighten the amulet on his wrist as he always did in his darkest moments, but he realized that his wrist was bare. He opened his eye free from the patch, immediately sitting up. He searched the nightstand, the sheets, his pockets-nothing. He must have dropped it. In panic, Jon rose from the bed slightly staggering, and picking up his cloak from the edge of the bed and his wand from the bedside table he made his way as best he could out of the infirmary, past the Westerosi Quidditch team.

"Hey, wait!" a voice called him from among the small crowd. "Wait a sec."

John Cena was slowly getting up as well, aided by a crutch and to the amazement of his teammates. Jon watched in confusion as he joined him near the infirmary exit.

"Listen to me for a moment, please." John Cena looked at him intently. "I know what you think of us at Winter Hogwarts. But we're not all like that."

"What are you talking about?" Jon asked with a confused face.

“I respect the Watchmen, and I respect the work you do for this school and for our nation.” John Cena nodded proudly, like a soldier, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jon was surprised to feel how strong and calloused his Westerosi Quidditch player's hand was. "I apologize to you on behalf of the entire school, for what happened. Know that whatever you need, you have a friend in me. Don't hesitate to ask."

"Well, I…I don't know what to say….I thank you…" Jon stuttered awkwardly. Jon was sure he was only telling him those things because he didn't know the truth. He didn't know he was a bastard. "My name is Jon Snow."

"Well, Jon Snow. My name is John Cena." (ed. Venom: john cena's theme at very high volume) the boy's attitude didn't change one bit, and Jon was surprised. "Two Johns…we'll get along well, then."

"Y-yeah, I…I should go look…" Jon gestured towards the exit, trying to wriggle out of Cena's grip, totally awkward. He gave him a loud pat on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your time, Jon Snow." John waved at him, watching him walk away from the infirmary. Jon weakly returned the greeting, leaving at a quick pace and entering the school corridors, still bewildered by the interaction but with a slightly less heavy heart.

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Jon sat dejectedly on one of the stone steps that led to the pumpkin patch next to the gamekeeper's house. Jon had never actually seen him, but from the descriptions he seemed like a terrifying man - a giant with long black hair and eyes that occasionally turned white, one of the few in the world to own a flying motorcycle, specializing in skinning animals and burying game animals corpses, who lived next to the forbidden forest that led to the barrier…and some even said he was a necromancer. Jon got chills just thinking about it, but he didn't know where else to rest, and the pumpkin patch with the dark forest in front was a truly picturesque sight. He had searched for his cursed amulet all over the school, retracing his steps and asking anyone who would answer him, and he had gotten nothing. That was the last thing that tied him to Mysterio, and he had lost it like an idiot. Jon would have wanted to cry, if only the bandages hadn't prevented him.

"Jon Snow…" a voice called from the forest, almost an otherworldly hiss in the twilight. Jon gasped, peering into the thick, dark forest.

"Jon Snow…" the voice repeated, clearer and more defined. Jon stood up, uncertain. A strange force called him back to him, into the forest. Something in his stomach, deep inside him, told him that he was safe, that he had to follow his voice. And Jon followed his instincts.

He followed the voice into the forest, the lack of sun making it an incredibly cold place just a few meters from the pumpkin patch.

"Who are you? Show yourself." Jon tried to look authoritative, his sword drawn and his wand in his other hand. The truth was that he no longer felt so safe, what with the rustling in the trees all around him and the impressions of eyes peering at him from the darkness.

“I knew we would meet again.” a voice spoke from behind him, and Jon flinched. He would have recognized that voice among a thousand.

"M-Mysterio…" Jon turned slowly, and in front of him the magical figure of Mysterio was already standing out, with his wonderful tattoos and his powerful legs.

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[xiament]

Dada-Jack Harlow

Aaliyah was your and jack 3 year old daughter her being the daddies girl she was much to jacks liking.

She was his girl and jack treated her like she was but something that she seemed to forget was that she wasn’t the only girl in his life.

She would at anytime she felt you were too close to her daddy insert herself in between you too today was nothing new.

After being woken up by liyah first thing in the morning you let her in she not even acknowledging you scurried into bed with her blue blanket and her curls bouncing as she climbed into bed in your spot and later in jacks chest.

Jack feeling her wrapped his arms around her after smiling at the sight of your husband and daughter you moved into bed snuggling with jack.

Liyah still laying her head on her daddy’s chest went to move her whole body on his chest inching a little then being stopped but something blocking the rest of her dads chest.

Raising her head curls still sticking to one side of her head seeing you head laying in HER DADDYS CHEST she did not like this one bit.

Trying to get closer to jack making him wake up in attempts to get closer to him she started whining a little with each push from her rink soft hands on your head.

“ ma ma no I da da “ she whined at the start if her pushing your head you had woken up knowing you weren’t going back to sleep.

Jack started giggling at the words from his cute sleepy daughter wanting him all to herself.

“ I had da da first liyah” you told her lifting your head he sun shining through the blinds that had already been automatically retracted was a morning wake up lighting the room.

“I ha him now” she said snugging her face him his shoulder while he ate it up.

“ no you don’t because guess what liyah” you slightly mocked her tone knowing she hated it but ironically did it a lot to others.

She raised her head up a little Turing it so she could see you.

“What” she puffed some air out through her nose making jack smile harder.

You held your hand up in the air and showed her your diamond ring.

“His mean dada’s mine you can’t have him” you teased waving your hand in front of your face waving it around like John cena would when doing his famous “ you can’t see me “.

Jack again busted out laughing at her shocked expression then liyah started smiling then that smile turned into a smirk.

Aaliyah grabbed jacks face and turned him to her and put her forehead on his and jack kissed her nose making her smirk again knowing she won.

“Your both my girls be nice” jack said once he finally stopped laughing not getting a response from either of you he gave y’all a look.

“Okay” you pushed out with a smile

“Yes dada” Aaliyah did the same

“Alright now let’s go get ready then eat breakfast” jack said getting up kissing both of yours foreheads.

When jack was in the bathroom and out of sight you turned around and face your daughter.

“He’s still mine too” you taunted again

“No me “ and with that finally rebuttal she slowly made her way out of bed and followed jack.

Your sat there smiling at how much she was like you before moving to start your day the people you loved the most family.

[imscaredrightnow]

Yoyo, Can i request for Bartender Rantaro x Reader who has alot of ultimates then just over works themselves? (any ultimate is goood!)

Of course! The ultimate is going to be the ultimate multitasker if that's alight with you, I hope you like this! :)

•❀.•❤•.¸ 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻!❀𝓡𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸❀𝔁❀𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ¸.•❤•.❀•

"Hey, can you get me an orange juice please?"

My friend, Kaede Akamatsu, and since she was a good friend, you gladly agreed to get a drink for her. "Sure! I'll be back in a sec." You said, making your way over to the bartender "Can I have another shot of orange juice please?" you said. As the bartender was making your- err... Kaede's drink, you eyed you up and down, saying "You ok? You don't look to well." He said, sounding concerned "What? Why are you asking?" you said, a little confused. "Well, you look tired.........oh, I'm sorry, that's not my business." He said, apologetically. "Its fine! Its just nobody besides my friend over there asked me if I was alright today." You said, a little big salty that no one acknowledged your hard work. "But I did have a pretty rough day ,I was trying to help multiple elderly people at once, struggled through a bunch of animals, and got attacked by a man named "John Cena"? In a wrestling match I didn't even know I was in! So yeah, I had a pretty rough day." You said, glad to get all of it off your chest "Oh! I am sooooo sorry I vented to you like that!" you said, embarrassed about talking that much. "It's fine. You probably had a really bad day and I'm glad you told me." "And hey, if you ever need my help, just call me." He said. Confused but flattered you said thank you and headed back to your seat. "Here's your drink, Miss Kaede!" You said playfully "Why thank you my loyal subject!" Kaede said, playing along. "By the way, Do you notice the paper in your hand?" Kaede said, confused. "Huh? Paper? I didn't have a paper-......." You notice a number on the paper, along with a heart on the end. Bashfully you folded up the paper but Kaede had seen it all... "OooOOoOh~ You got yourself a boyfriend!~" Kaede teased, giggling after you told her to "Be quiet!".

After waving Kaede goodbye, you returned home, crashing onto your couch. You pulled the paper out of your pocket, reading the number aloud. You wondered

'Should I?'

I really liked doing that! I hope you enjoyed and if you want, I'll make a part 2! Well goodnight to all of you danganronpa and ddlc fan because I think I'm going to sleep now ok gn-

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

I propose a new rule for action film franchises.  Let’s call it the Settle Down There, Edgelord Rule.

Say you have a franchise--let’s use the Bond films as an example--where every single film, the fate of the entire fucking world hangs in the balance.  No matter what got accomplished in the last film, they’re right back at it in this film, having to save the entire world again.  But somehow, the stakes have to be higher than the last time, or it starts getting harder to get audiences back for more of the same, because it starts feeling really repetitive.

“Why’ve you dragged me back in from my life of sordid semi-retirement, M?” asks James fucking Bond. “Is it yet another doomsday device in the hands of a madman?”

“We should be so lucky, 007,” says Q, handing James Bond a fountain pen that is also a doomsday device. “This time it’s a doomsday device in the hands of two madmen, both of whom have extremely personal scores to settle with you.”

“Well in that case, I suppose I can hardly say no,” James Bond sighs wearily, already longing for the days when it was only a single madman with perhaps a nuclear warhead or two who harbored a vague and academic disapproval of spies in general.

The problem with the ever-rising stakes is that eventually it does become a bit ridiculous.  Remember when Fast and the Furious was about stealing consumer electronics for money?  And now barely eight movies later they’re stealing nukes and driving to space and somehow John Cena is involved?  Another two movies and they’ll be doing donuts on the moon to save earth from being blown up by previously-unmentioned alien conquerors.

So every so often, let’s say every third movie, writers should have to hit a reset button.  Not on the action or the mayhem or the actors’ intensity or whatever it is that gets eyes on screens and butts in seats.  Just, you know.  The stakes.

“Why’ve you dragged me back in from my life of sordid semi-retirement, M?” asks James fucking Bond. “Is it yet another doomsday device in the hands of a madman?”

“We should be so lucky, 007,” says Q, handing James Bond a fountain pen that is also a doomsday device. “This time the madman’s made off with one of the Queen’s corgis.”

“What?” James Bond demands, aghast. “How could you let this happen?”

“Their dog grooming credentials were impeccable. They passed every security check.  They’d have been allowed to groom Her Majesty herself,” M tells him grimly. “There’s something you should know, Bond.  It was... it was Trixie.”

“Not Trixie,” Bond gasps.  The look on his face is that of a man having a flashback to ‘Nam. “What do they want for her safe return?”

“That’s the sticky wicket, Bond,” Q volunteers, waving vaguely at a wall that begins playing a video.

On the wall, Willem Dafoe cuddles a corgi and stares dead-eyed at the camera.  When he speaks, it’s in an accent that’s vaguely Germanic but not like, enough to make any trade partners really mad about it.

“Trixie is such a good dog.  Such a good girl!” He looks at the dog, face becoming animated and warm. “Who’s a good girl?  Is it you?  It is you!  You’re a good girl!”

He looks back at the camera, eyes once again blank as a shark’s.

“I think, my friends, that Trixie is too good a dog for the rotting corpse of an empire that she was whelped into.  I shall take her with me, and together we shall venture into a brave new world of grassy farms with plenty of room to run and many, many children with which to play.  If you redeem yourselves, perhaps you shall live to see this world that I shall make.  Perhaps you shall live to go... to the dogs!”

The video cuts as he rubs the corgi’s ears and gives her a treat.

“That absolute bastard!” Bond snarls, hurling the fountain pen doomsday device across the room. “Tell me you have something to go on!”

And then we’re off to the races, with typical Bond-level shenanigans, fights, and body counts. 

It’s only that instead of having to come up with a scenario which is somehow more important or more dangerous than the last movie, which was already threatening to kill a billion people or knock the planet off its axis or whatever, it’s just a scenario in which everyone is really, really emotionally invested.

And before anyone starts up with the “these sorts of action-movie shenanigans are only reasonable with incredibly high stakes” argument, let me remind you that by the time they need this proposed intervention, we have already hit patently unreasonable situations and behavior.  Like, these are not reasonable people who are just in it for a boatload of money and somehow fell ass-backwards into a Bond villain scheme for making it.  They didn’t join the rotary club and oops their way into a series of flamboyantly homicidal consultation gigs.

If we can buy somebody going completely balls-to-the-wall, conspiracy-of-thousands, weirdo-cult-aesthetics, murdered-my-own-parents all-in on *checks notes* basically being the CEO of a slightly more criminal than usual international conglomerate that required precisely none of that? If we can buy the iron-jawed goons fist-fighting a guy who’s essentially at this point the goddamned terminator for a generous hourly wage?

Then I think we can buy a weirdo-cult-aesthetics conspiracy-of-thousands megalomaniac who just really, really likes that goddamn dog, or hates the protagonist, or wants to share the daguerreotype of Abraham Lincoln’s penis with the world as the Great Emancipator would have wanted, and the shadowy government-bankrolled action-hero forces driven by fate to stand in their way.

It’s not any less reasonable, anyway, and then when the next movie comes out you can go back to saving New York City from a nuke or Paris from a weather-control device or whatever and no one will be like "well this is a step down from the pageantry of the previous installment.”

I should add that there’s no reason the Settle Down There, Edgelord Rule can’t be applied to any sort of serial media.

Your doom-and-gloom tv show just keeps fighting worse and worse villains every single season?  Why not take a break next season and fight a homeowner’s association instead of an artistic serial killer?  Go on a hard-fought, poorly-lit, grim-and-gritty slog through the byzantine process of figuring out which impound lot the Impala got towed to after a bullshit parking ticket. 

Instead of having your teenage characters grapple with Even Worse Demons, they can just, like, egg their principal’s house when it turns out he’s a normal human-level petty tyrant and not a master vampire.  Your nemesis figured out your secret identity, and instead of trying to kill your family or whatever, they hacked your facebook account and friended all your obnoxious relatives/coworkers/friends-of-friends and are embarrassing you in public, and now you have to go on a ridiculously convoluted and dystopian spirit quest to get The Zuck Himself to reset your password.

The possibilities are endless!  Unless you keep ratcheting things up, anyway, in which case you’re eventually and inevitably going to wind up fighting Satan, then God, then Worse God, then Satan’s Dad, Which Is Somehow Not God? Don’t @ Us, Our Mythological Research Prior to Writing This Was Confined to Metal Albums and American Horror Films.

[drabbles-mc]

One Of Them Girls (Part 2)

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

A follow-up to This Request from @lakamaa12​

Warnings: language, slight steam towards the end, Angel being?? the sweetest human

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Back by popular demand! It took me a little bit to get into the groove of a part 2 for this one but I really like how it turned out. Angel is the sweetest and he deserves the best. Hope y’all enjoy!

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You woke up late the next morning to the sound of your roommate clamoring around in the kitchen. You wanted to be annoyed but when you looked at the clock, your eyes went wide. It was almost noon—and you had to be at work in two hours. You let out a deep sigh as you got out of bed.

You got ready as quickly as you could, opting out of doing much of anything with your makeup and hair. It wasn’t like your manager was going to care anyway. You strode into the kitchen, immediately grabbing a travel mug from the cabinet for your coffee.

“You slept late,” Elena said with a hint of amusement in her tone, “Long night?”

You chuckled and shook your head as you dumped coffee into your mug, “Not like whatever it is that you’re thinking. He just gave me a ride home, that’s it.”

“Mhm,” she leaned back against the counter, unable to wipe the smile off of her face, “You left his hoodie hanging off the bathroom door.”

You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, “It was cold, and he let me borrow it.”

“You can say you like him, you know,” she laughed, “The ground isn’t gonna open underneath you if you say you think some guy is cute.”

You smiled but shook your head, “I gotta go—slept through my alarm,” you gathered up your purse and keys, “You got plans tonight?”

She shook her head, “Nope. You?”

“None at all,” you laughed, “I’m recovering from all the human interaction yesterday.”

“Thanks for coming. I know you didn’t really want to.”

You took a sip of your coffee, “Hate to say it, but it was actually pretty fun. So, thank you,” you chuckled, “But I’m not doing shit once I get home from work tonight. No extra human interaction for me.”

You said goodbye and took off out the door. You hadn’t even made it to work yet and you already couldn’t wait to be back home. There was one more semester between you and finishing college, and you couldn’t wait until you could actually get a full-time job that you enjoyed. You were lucky that you worked in a restaurant where your coworkers and your boss were all good people, but you couldn’t wait to be done with it.

When you came home, you were hit with a wave of heat and the scent of good food as soon as you walked through the door. Your body instantly relaxed as you kicked off your shoes and tossed your purse onto the couch. Elena watched and shook her head at you with a smile.

“Welcome home, honey,” she laughed as she grabbed plates out of the cupboard.

You laughed, “So glad I get to come home to you,” you walked into the kitchen and looked over everything that she was making, “Real talk though, thanks for taking care of dinner.”

“Think of it as my thank you for coming out with me last night.”

“Are you trying to reward me into socializing with people?”

She laughed, “Would it work?”

You looked back at the food, “…maybe.”

“Speaking of which,” she started piling food onto her plate, “Angel texted me today.”

“Everything alright?”

She waited for you to look at her again, “He asked about you.”

You already had a forkful of food in your mouth, “What about me?”

She laughed, “He was just letting me know that he had a really good time with you and wanted to see you again. I guess after the whole ass-beating comment he felt like he had to get my approval. Which…was smart of him,” she smiled.

You laughed, “Oh my god,” you shook your head, “Put the fear of god in the poor guy.”

Despite the fact that you were trying to play it off, you couldn’t deny that the fact that Angel had reached out to her about you felt good. It made you feel like he might’ve been taking the whole thing at least a little seriously. You didn’t know just how serious you were looking for things to be, but you knew you weren’t in the mood to be jerked around by anyone.

Elena must’ve seen each thought cross your face because she nudged you gently as you both walked over to the couch, “You good?”

You snapped out of it, nodding, “Yea, I’m good.”

“If you don’t wanna see him again, you don’t have to,” she took a bite of her food, “I mean I love the guys but I’d be the first to say that they aren’t for everyone.”

“No,” you shook your head, “It’s not that. It’s just, I dunno. I don’t even know what I’m up for, you know?”

She nodded, “I know. I think he might be good for you, honestly. He’s a good guy. A little impulsive sometimes,” she shook her head with a smile, “But he’s got a good heart.”

You knew that she wasn’t lying about that. You could feel that emanating from him when the two of you were sitting and talking the night before. You nodded and didn’t say anything more about it. She put a show on the television and your previous conversation fell by the wayside. It was hard not to think about it, though.

Once you were done with dinner, you hopped in the shower. You were in your room, getting ready to change into your pajamas for the night when your phone started to go off on your bed. Seeing Angel’s name flashing on the screen sent nervousness and excitement through you at the same time. You sat down on the bed still in your towel and took a deep breath before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Everything alright?”

“Yea,” he chuckled, “just wanted to make sure you really gave me the right number.”

You laughed, “For a moment I thought about playing the John Cena theme song just to give you a good scare.”

Along with his laughter you could hear a lot of voices in the background, and you assumed that he was at the clubhouse, “Your sweetness overwhelms me.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh, “Believe it or not, that’s not the first time someone has said that to me,” you paused, biting at your lip as you waited for him to say why he was calling, “Not that I don’t want to hear from you, but was there a reason you called?”

The pause that followed was unsettling, but finally you heard him take a breath, “Yea. I, uh, I just wanted to know if you’d want to go out sometime,” he paused for a moment, “With me.”

You smiled, “With you? I mean, in that case,” you let slip a quiet laugh, “I might be able to budget some time in my schedule.”

“Really?”

“Not even I am mean enough to joke about that,” you chuckled.

He laughed, “Okay. Wow. Um, okay, yea. How…how does Thursday night sound?”

“Sounds good.”

You could hear him let out a sigh of relief, “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“It’s a date,” just saying the words made you feel giddy. You were curious about one thing, though, “What made you decide to call and ask?”

His laughter had a touch of nervousness to it and you found it hard to believe that he was a man that got nervous about much of anything, “I was gonna wait a couple days so you wouldn’t think that I was a creep. Or a clinger,” he laughed for a moment, “But I, um, I couldn’t get you outta my head.”

Your entire body felt warm, “You’re sweet.”

“Sometimes,” he laughed, “Also Coco said that if I didn’t say something he would call you up and say something for me. And neither of us want that.”

You shook your head and laughed, “Right.”

There was a beat of silence, “So I’ll see you Thursday?”

“I’ll see you Thursday.”

The relief was palpable in his voice, “Alright. Have a good night, querida.”

You were thankful that he couldn’t see the cheesy grin on your face, “You too, Angel.”

You hung up the call and tossed your phone to the side as you flopped backwards onto your bed, still wrapped in your towel. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you stared up at the ceiling. You covered your face with your hands, unable to remember the last time a phone call left you feeling so giddy.

As if on cue, Elena came sliding into your room, “Did I just hear you confirm a date with Angel?” her smile stretched from ear to ear, clearly thankful for the thin walls of your apartment.

You wanted to have a witty remark but you were too busy being excited. You laughed and nodded, “You did.”

“Yes!” she ran over and tackled you in a hug on the bed, “Oh this is so exciting!”

You laughed as you felt her practically vibrating with excitement for you, “What’d I just get myself into?”

“An adventure!”

You had lived through a lot of weeks that seemed to drag on, but nothing quite like the week leading up to your date with Angel. Focusing in your classes was doable, but it wasn’t easy when you could feel your phone vibrating inside your backpack with texts from Angel. It caught you by surprise that he was able to text you and keep a conversation going all day—the two of you didn’t seem to run out of things to talk about and it was refreshing.

Your work shift on Wednesday night felt like it lasted for a lot longer than six hours. You just wanted to get the day over with already so it would finally be Thursday. In all of your conversations during the week, Angel had never let slip what the plan was for your date the following night. It was a little maddening but you also couldn’t deny that you liked the slight mystery of it all. He had done you the courtesy of letting you know that you wouldn’t have to dress up for it.

“You sure you’re not just setting me up to be super underdressed?” you asked while you talked on the phone with him Thursday afternoon.

He laughed, “That’d be funny, but I promise I’m not doing that.”

“Hmm,” you held the phone loosely in your hand while you pulled random tops out of your closet, “I don’t know if I believe you.”

“No trust,” his smile was audible.

“Don’t take it so personally,” you chuckled.

“You worry too much, querida,” he laughed, “You’ll look great no matter what. I’ll see you in a few hours, alright?”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a bit.”

The two of you said a quick goodbye and you tossed your phone aside with a sigh. Being told to wear whatever for a date felt like a trap. You had a number of shirts laid out in front of you, taking over your bed. Part of you wanted to do the unthinkable and ask Elena for fashion advice, but you weren’t sure you were ready for everything that might entail, especially if it was supposed to be casual.

You mulled over your choices for a minute too long, though. She was walking by to go to the kitchen when she saw you standing in your leggings and bra, looking over your choices. She poked her head in and cleared her throat louder than necessary.

“Can I weigh in?”

“Would me saying no even matter?”

“Nope!” she laughed as she walked over and looked at the shirts on your bed, “Where you guys going?”

You shrugged helplessly, “No clue—he won’t tell me. He just said that I could wear whatever I want, whatever I’m comfortable in. Said it’s nothing fancy,” you paused, “Should I believe him?”

She nodded, “Yea, I don’t think he’d lie about that,” she tapped her chin, seemingly deep in thought, “The red top is cute, plus it’ll look nice with the leggings.”

“Yea?”

“Yea,” she picked it up and handed it to you, “He’s gonna think you’re hot regardless of what you wear. As he should,” she chuckled.

You had to laugh as you pulled the shirt on over your head, “Thank you.”

She left you to your own devices after her initial piece of advice. You knew that you were getting ready way ahead of schedule, and that realistically all you were going to do was sit and wait and let yourself get more jittery than necessary. But now that you had started getting ready it was hard to distract yourself and kill time until Angel came to get you.

You took longer than necessary with your hair and makeup solely to try and keep yourself busy for as long as possible. Every few minutes you looked over and checked the time on your phone, each time disappointed that more time hadn’t gone by. You drummed your fingernails on the surface of your dresser, trying to think of ways to fill the remaining time before Angel showed up to pick you up.

“You can come out here and help me with laundry if you’re that bored,” you heard Elena call from the living room with a laugh, “I can hear your fingernails from here.”

You laughed but caved and made your way out to her, finding a spot on the couch next to her in the mess of unfolded, clean clothes. She tossed you a shirt and you shook your head as you began to fold and stack with her, glad to have a menial task to fill the time and keep you from going too insane.

The two of you were wrapped up in a conversation, and you had completely lost track of the time, when you heard a knock at the door. Your eyes grew wide and you checked the time on your phone, cursing under your breath as you stood up. You asked Elena to go and answer the door while you went to find a pair of shoes to wear.

You could hear the two of them chatting and laughing as you grabbed a cute pair of sneakers that had gotten shoved underneath your bed at some point. You were pulling it over the heel of your foot, hopping down the hallway towards the living room where Angel stood waiting for you.

You felt your eyes go wide as you looked at him. He looked like a completely different man without his kutte on for some reason. He just had a plain black t-shirt on with his jeans and work boots, but for some reason you felt all of your words get caught in your throat.

“You look great,” he said with a smile, “You ready to go?”

You nodded, “Yea, yea I’m good.”

You walked over and were following him out the door when Elena caught you gently by the arm, “Relax. Have a good time. If you need to bail just text me and I’ll totally call with a fake emergency.”

You laughed, “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, but thank you.”

“Text me when you get there,” she gave you a quick hug goodbye.

“Will do. Love you.”

“Love you too,” she waved and shut the door after you.

You met Angel in the lobby of your apartment building. He looked over at you with a smile, “All good?”

You nodded, “All good. Elena was just making sure I still had my pepper spray.”

“I’ll never know peace with you two around, will I?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Not at all.”

“You up for another ride on the bike? Or was the first ride too traumatizing for you?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ll be fine.”

Handing over his helmet with a smile, Angel climbed onto his bike and waited for you to hop on behind him. You got situated, arms wrapping around him much more comfortably this time around. You rested your chin on top of his shoulder for a moment, a smile creeping across your face.

“So do I get to know what we’re doing, yet?”

“Nope,” he shook his head with a laugh, “Hang on tight, Y/N.”

The way your name rolled off his tongue left butterflies in your stomach, but you didn’t get too much time to think about it as he peeled away from the curb and took off down the street. Besides the roar of his motorcycle, your laughter was the only thing that either of you could hear as he tore down the street. You could feel his body shake slightly with laughter beneath your arms as he drove.

The streetlights blurred as the two of you raced by them. Even if the city was whipping by you at race-like speeds, you had to admit that there was something beautiful about all of it. Despite the fact that there was no pausing to look at anything for too long, flying past dimly-lit storefronts in your sleepy little town felt like an adventure all its own when you found yourself latched to Angel.

Your ride didn’t last nearly long enough. As excited as you were to get to the next part of your date, you could’ve spent the whole evening just doing that. He rolled into the driveway of a house, one that you had to assume was his. You couldn’t hide the fact that you were surprised as he parked the bike and hopped off, holding out his hands to help you do the same.

You hung the helmet off the handlebar as you looked back and forth between Angel and his house. He saw the slight look of confusion on your face and chuckled, “Everything alright?”

You laughed, trying to play it off, “Yea, just figured you’d take me to dinner before you tried to take me home.”

He shook his head as he gently rested his hand on the small of your back and guided you up the driveway, “It’s a one-stop shop, baby,” he couldn’t contain his laughter at the way you rolled your eyes at him, “Nah but I know you said you really don’t like going out and doing shit around people. Figured this might be more your speed?”

Your face got hot for a moment and you nodded, “Thank you.”

“It ain’t much,” Angel said as he unlocked the door, “But the kitchen works which is the most important thing.”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement as you followed him into his house. Once you slipped out of your shoes you looked around, trying to get a feel for what you were walking into. You had the feeling that he put a little extra effort into straightening up the place given the current circumstances. Even so, his house still felt very much like a home. It wasn’t overly cluttered, but there were a good number of photos on the walls, along with more than a couple bookshelves that were filled to the brim in the living room, taking up wall space on either side of his television.

“I prepped most of it,” Angel said as he walked over to the kitchen, “Just gotta put it together. Shouldn’t take too long. You can snoop around while you wait if you want,” there was a knowing smirk on his face.

You laughed, “There’ll be plenty of time for snooping. I’m much more interested to see what you can do in the kitchen.”

“You think I can’t cook?”

“It’s not one of the first skills I would’ve assumed you had, no.”

“No fuckin’ trust,” he laughed.

You found yourself leaning against the counter, watching him as he started pulling everything together for dinner. You had to admit that you were impressed by his culinary skills. For a man who didn’t come off as someone who spent a whole lot of time in the kitchen, he seemed to have a pretty good idea of what he was doing. Or if he didn’t, he was good at faking it.

“You should keep your fingers curled a little more,” you commented as you watched him start to slice the items laid out on the cutting board.

“What?” he looked over at you.

“Yea, like this, lemme show you,” you took the knife from him and showed him the proper way to keep your fingers bent, “That way you won’t accidentally cut the tips of your fingers off. Keeping them intact will probably make it easier to ride, yea?”

He chuckled as he took the knife back from you, “Maybe.”

That was the last time you interjected into his process unless he asked you to grab something out of the fridge or one of the cabinets for him. It was peaceful, comfortable, moving around the kitchen with him.

“You want to pick a movie to watch with dinner?” he asked as he was finishing things up on the stove.

“Sure! You’re not gonna cut off any fingers while I’m gone, are you?”

“I think I’ll be alright. I made it this many years and I still got all ten.”

You laughed as you walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch. You scrolled through what Netflix was recommending for him, trying to get a good gauge on what you should be choosing. This definitely felt like it was a little bit of a test.

“Sorry if there’s weird shit popping up on there,” he chuckled, “Coco uses mine and his interests are…unique.”

You laughed, “So that’s your story?”

“And I’m sticking to it,” he smiled at you as he brought over two plates, setting them down on the coffee table before disappearing back into the kitchen to grab drinks for the two of you.

Dinner was much better than you initially thought it was going to be. He was certainly a man that was full of surprises. You had to admit that you were surprised at how comfortable you felt around him, especially in his own house. He was making a conscious effort to try and be as open and inviting as possible, and it was working.

Once you were both done eating, you found yourself nestled up against his side, his arm draped around your shoulders. His thumb traced lightly back and forth as his eyes stayed focused on the movie. You tried to stay focused, but it was difficult. You reached and draped your arm across his stomach while you laid against him and you felt him chuckle.

“Comfortable?”

You looked up at him with a smile, “Yea. You?”

He gave you a light squeeze, “Yea.”

The two of you fell silent for a few minutes before Angel started his own commentary about what was going on in the movie. You had to laugh, shaking your head as he successfully ruined every serious moment. It was obvious that both of you had seen the film before, because you were both cracking jokes about it.

When the credits started to roll, Angel looked down at you with a smile, “Thanks for doing this with me.”

You sat upright, “Of course. No need to thank me—I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

“Hopefully it lived up to your expectations?”

You nodded, “Surpassed them for sure. Like I said, I didn’t think you could cook,” you laughed.

He chuckled and shook his head as he stood up, collecting your plates, “Y’know sometimes you can just be nice.”

You watched him, trying to ignore the butterflies taking over your stomach, “But where’s the fun in that?”

He walked back over, standing by the couch with a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. You could see that there were a lot of thoughts running around his brain. “We can totally watch part 2, which was basically made to be made fun of, unless you wanna get going—”

“No,” you cut him off, biting your lip lightly at how eager you knew you sounded, “I’m in no rush, really. I’ll totally stay and talk shit for a few more hours.”

He smiled as he sat back down next to you, motioning for you to come and curl back up against his side again, “Sounds good to me.”

Your hand was resting against his chest as you laughed at a stupid joke he’d just made. You felt his hand come to rest over yours, completely enveloping it for a moment. It sent a wave of warmth throughout your entire body. You almost didn’t realize what was happening as he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Your entire face started to get hot as you looked up at him. There was a smirk on his face and you knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to you, even if you didn’t want to give him that kind of satisfaction.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You smiled, finding yourself biting back a laugh as you nodded, “Yea, I think I’ll allow that.”

He laughed, “I did cook you dinner like you asked, right?”

You rolled your eyes, smile still taking over your features, “Don’t make me change my mind.”

“Right, right,” he gently cupped your face in his hand and pulled your lips to his.

Almost instantly you felt yourself melting into him. Your hand still rested on his chest and you could feel how quickly his heart was beating. You smiled into the kiss as you felt his thumb glide gently across your cheek while his lips moved against yours.

Without giving it much of a second thought, you shifted yourself so that you were in his lap, straddling him. His arms fell naturally around your waist, keeping you pulled tight against his chest. Your hands rested on either side of his neck, fingertips tracing along his jawline as he continued to deepen your kiss, biting lightly at your bottom lip.

You pulled away to catch your breath, your lips mere centimeters away from his. Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel that way from just a kiss.

He let out a breathy laugh as his hand ran up and down your back, “You’re somethin’ else, Y/N.”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” you laughed as you leaned back, trailing your fingers lightly through his beard.

He lifted and easily shifted you so that you were draped across his lap, curled up into his chest. One hand rested on your side while the other landed on your knee. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m more than willing to find out if you’ll let me.”

You smiled up at him, “I just might.”

[gojos-sidepiece-69]

Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 6

By the time you woke up on Wednesday, you were still seething with rage. Who does that little shit think he is? Was he still a little boy? He was 28, for Christ’s sake, when was he going to grow up??! You shoved the microscopic train of thought that you found Gojo Satoru’s immaturity charming deep into the depths of your subconsciousness. You felt an unwanted warmth spread upwards and inwards from your thighs when you opened your phone and saw the inappropriate picture Gojo had sent you last night, dangling your lacy pink underwear from his index finger. You were still angry, but your heat pulsed at the thought of your panties in his hands. You shook the thought away when you felt drool shamelessly pooling at the sides of your mouth.

What you hated to dwell on even more was the growing realization that the more Gojo touched you with those long fingers of his, the more his tongue and his overly moisturized, glistening lips ghosted across your skin, the more you felt deprived of the sensation when he was gone. The hunger was only growing. You realized that you had only taken his dick inside of you once, just once...you felt empty. No, you thought to yourself. This was selfish and pathetic on both of your ends; your little schoolgirl crush had gone way too far. You needed to stop fucking him, even if he made your body tremble your throat moan in ways no one else could even dream of doing.

The past five days had been such a chaotic blur that you hadn’t processed the fact that tomorrow was your...your birthday. How had you not realized it when Sukuna first proposed his deal that day at the mall? “The Itadori boy’s room on Thursday at 11 PM. If you’re late, you’ll be punished however I see fit.” You could still hear his deep, demonic voice. So that was how you were going to be spending your birthday evening tomorrow: being tossed around like a plaything by a 1,000 year old curse. You sighed deeply and put your head into your hands, not even surprised anymore at the absurdity of the situation. What the hell were you doing with your life? You came to Tokyo Tech to train to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, not practice your Kegel techniques with your teacher every other day. Just take things one day at a time, you reminded yourself, as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of your bed.

Today was your second day filled with exerting and harsh training, but at least it wasn’t as traumatizing as your earlier Field Training expedition. When you got to the grassy training field on campus, you looked around for Gojo, feeling a tiny sliver of disappointment when Maki told you, “He’s out for the day. He’ll be back tomorrow, but us second-years are overlooking your training today.” Damn, you thought. You couldn’t resist how delicious the thought of showing off was for your cocky....fuck, stop thinking about him. It was as if his stupid, dimpled smile was permanently branded to the right side of your brain. You turned around to watch Nobara and Panda goofing around, swinging each other in circles and getting thrown around like frisbees. Track-star Yuji and a stubborn Megumi were racing each other up and down the track like their first names were Usain.

Your friends all looked so cute in their blue tracksuits, you smiled. Toge was yelling, “Salmon! Tuna-salmon!” as Maki practiced her new, crisp cursed-tool technique on him with her incredible agility. “Wait up!” You yelled after Yuji and Megumi, challenging the two boys to a quick hundred-meter dash. “Loser buys us all drinks for my birthday tomorrow!”

Somehow, Megumi lost the race but promised to buy you all drinks tomorrow; you smiled inwardly, thinking about something he once said about having a strong moral compass that couldn’t easily be shaken. At least you knew of two good guys you could rely on, even if they were a spiky sea urchin and an extra large pink cupcake. “Hold on, hold on. Why didn’t you tell us tomorrow was your birthday?! Explain yourself,” Nobara demanded, crossing her arms at you. “I guess I just forgot...” you started, but she wasn’t having it. “I love birthdays, and we’re using yours as a chance to celebrate. I think we all deserve some more sweets and drinks, right? And I can go shopping to get you a present!" She gushed, and before you told her it wasn’t a big deal, she tutted at you. “No ifs and buts. I’ll decorate my dorm and we can all meet there tomorrow at 9 PM. No excuses,” she pointed a finger in your face. “Okay, okay,” you smiled, before wickedly challenging Yuji and Megumi to a rematch.

The rest of your day was filled with arduous exercise and training with your second-years, and it was soon time for bed. You woke up the next day sore again, but thought to yourself that you might as well get used to the muscle ache - it was only going to get worse from here. You were going to have the bones of an 80-year-old soon, if you kept this up. You laughed darkly and nervously at the thought of having arthritis as a teenager, before a spirited Yuji and Nobara bursted into your room yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)” You thanked them, head ringing slightly from their yelling at 8 in the morning. They jumped onto your bed with you, tackling you with warm hugs and tickling you.

Yuji slapped a birthday cake sticker against your cheek, insisting that you must keep it on all day. “Guys, guys, stop,” you laughed, eyes watering from laughing. Megumi stood at the doorway and nodded your way before wishing you a happy birthday. Yuji got up and dragged him into the group hug, Megumi’s face smashing against Yuji’s stomach. Your dark haired friend groaned as the rest of you poked fun at him. This was the best birthday morning you had in a very long time.

You peeled the cake sticker off of your face and stuck it onto your mirror. “Let’s go out again today and hit every good Ramen shop in the damn city! And then go shopping in Harajuku!” Nobara ordered rather than suggested, and you both reeled from excitement. She knew how much you loved food. She grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you all the way to the front of the school, not even giving you time to change. So the four of you stood in front of Tokyo Tech in your pajamas, hailing a cab to get downtown. You spent all day with your friends, and the three of you loved teasing Megumi for his seriousness. You could’ve sworn you saw him smile once, when a waiter at one Ramen restaurant placed a big steaming bowl in front of him. Everyone ate out of each other’s dishes greedily, snatching and stealing.

After that, you headed to shops selling outrageously expensive clothing, including one dedicated to just selling corsets. You all pushed inside, trying on ones that you could never afford. You laughed as Yuji tried on a pink frilly corset, making Megumi wear a deep blue one. Nobara tried to talk you into a plan for shoplifting a set for the both of you to share, but you were too afraid you’d get caught. “Oh my god! Is that Nanami?” Nobara whispered too loudly, and the blonde man turned towards the four of you. He had a lacy set of undergarments in his hands, and Yuji hooted. “Who’s that for, Nanami-Sensei?” He jumped up and down. “I told you not to call me that. And that’s none of your business. Tch.”The man answered in his slightly-flustered deep voice, adjusting his leopard-print tie. He quickly walked over to the cash register to avoid dealing with you four. You all laughed it off, making jokes the whole way out.

“HAHA-and what if he’s into some super weird kinky stuff, too?!” Nobara asked. “I can see it! He’s totally a Fifty Shades of Grey type-man...he’s probably secretly a sadist or something,” Yuji said spookily, waving his arms around.

Before you knew it, you were back in your dorm and it was almost 9 PM, time for your little party. You tugged open your closet doors, wondering what you should wear for the occasion. Since it was your birthday, you decided you could afford to show some skin and let loose for the night. Nobara had even warned you and the boys earlier that if you didn’t wear something nice she would “use the straw doll ritual technique on you.” So you settled on a short black dress with spaghetti straps, still an avid supporter of the Bloutfit. You knocked on Nobara’s door and entered, and seeing all your classmates in there dressed nicely for you warmed your heart: Megumi, Toge, and Yuji wore cute slacks and button-down long sleeve shirts, Nobara wore a pink skirt and a white top, and Maki dressed up in a power suit. Panda was panda.

Your stomach did three consecutive backflips when your eyes landed on none other than Gojo Satoru, leaning back against a wall and smiling at you. Oh, so he was back from his trip already, huh? This try-not-to-stare game was getting really hard when he, too, was wearing nice slacks and a crisp button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He wore his dumb sunglasses, and damn, did this man look expensive.

Megumi shoved two bottles of fancy-looking wine into your hands, keeping his promise. Everyone passed the bottles around, laughing and swaying to music (which Yuji was again in charge of, starting the night off with Walk Down by FNF Chop). You played a couple of intense rounds of charades, and you would never forget Yuji’s impersonation of John Cena. Ever. Because you now had a permanent stain on your dress where you had spat out your wine. See, this is why we wear black, though! You felt someone grab your wrist and lead you outside of the room and into the dimly lit hallway.

Before you could even process it, a certain 6’ 3” tree bent into your ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, princess,” while shoving a small box into your hands. He pulled back up and leaned against the wall, nodding at you with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You opened your mouth to angrily argue with him, but he put a finger to your mouth and shushed you. “Just open it.” You narrowed your eyes as you popped the lid of the box open, heat instantly rising to your cheeks. You stared down at a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “What the fuck is this?” You asked him bluntly, and he stupidly replied, “Handcuffs, dummy. I was thinking we could use them soon during one of our training sessions. Trust me, you’ll like them,” he winked at you through his sunglasses. Before you could scoff and tell him you weren’t the type of girl who was into bright pink sex toys, he said, “Oh, and one more thing before I forget.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the panties he had stolen from your pile of clothes in the shed last night. He took a step toward you and pulled the top of your dress out, slipping your underwear inside. His hand lingered on your chest longer than it should have, until he pulled it back out and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well, you’d better get going. Yuji knows about the deal, blah blah blah, so meet Sukuna at his room at 11, okay?” You froze and your stomach dropped. How could you have forgotten? What time was it? You glanced at your phone frantically. “It’s 11:27, you moron! Why didn’t you remind me earlier??” You panicked. “Oh shit, sorry about that. Well, you better get going now, then.” Gojo called after you “Have fun!” And “Be safe!” And “Use protection!” As you scrambled down the hallway to meet your impending doom.

🌹

[daydreamingjester]

💭

🌟 WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND ? 🌟

“ What the hell is it about ‘ atta girl ‘ that drives me up a fuckin’ wall ?

I mean, SERIOUSLY. Sometimes William says it — usually after I do sumn’ completely menacin’ and chaotic. And then it makes me want to do it even more just to hear those words again. It is the strangest thing and strangest feelin’ , it’s like those two words alone possess IMMENSE MAGICAL POWA’ that has a JOHN CENA GRIP ON ME. I could be refusin’ to set a dumpsta’ on fiya’ ‘cause it’s private property and like a robot’s gonna have the cash to pay for that shit but all he has to do is lean in and say ~ atta girl ~ and suddenly I’m starin’ into the seven gates of burnin’ hell reincarnated as a dumpsta’ can on fiya’ as Phoney’s screamin’ obscenities at me. With the gasoline in my hand.

Askin’ who the fuck did that ? It was me. ‘Cause I was told the magnificent two words ~ atta girl ~ . Shit came over me like a tidal wave. Paranormal Activity Animatronic Version. The Exorcist but with some skinny white dude as the antagonist.

Why. “

[brelione]

The Goddess Part Three (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Swearing,mentions of boners,JJ being JJ

He looked down at you with wide eyes. “What?”He asked.You blushed. “You said that they are small but they'll get bigger so I said “That's what she said.””You repeated.He nodded. “So when did you get a sense of humor?”He asked.You scoffed. “Wow,JJ.Are you trying to say that i'm not funny?”You asked.He nodded. “Yep,exactly.”He grinned.You bit your lip. “You’re smiling right now!”You called him out,staring down at him.He nodded. “Im smiling because you’re not funny.”He replied,letting a small laugh slip out. “You’re laughing because i'm not funny?”You asked.He nodded. “Mhmm.”He hummed,biting his lip to prevent another laugh from coming out.You grinned. “I guess that makes perfect sense.”You shrugged.He nodded,trying not to laugh.You reached forward,pulling the green hat off his head.Before he could realize what had happened you sprinted down the beach,closer to the water while clutching onto the hat.

You could feel him running after you. “God,(Y/N)!You’re such an ass!”He exclaimed as he reached forward,grabbing onto your sweater.From grabbing your sweater he was able to grab onto your waist,pulling you into his chest. “Can I have my hat back?”He asked.You shook your head,trying to get away from him but it was no use.You looked up at him,seeing him smiling like a child as he watched your struggle. “Sweetheart,don't make me punish you.”He grinned.You looked up at him,confused.Before you could wrap your head around what was happening he had thrown you over his shoulder,running into the water. “JJ!”You squealed.His breath hitched in his throat,feet skidding to a stop when he was at his knees in the water.You giggled,wrapping your legs around his waist and placing his hat on his head.He smirked before dumping you into the water.You fell in with a splash,your sweater and hair getting soaked in the process.

He tried to run away,knowing he had started a war.You got up from the water quickly,running after him.You jumped onto his back,soaking his shirt. “Asshole!”You exclaimed,letting your wet hair fall onto his neck.He blushed,holding onto you so you wouldn't fall off of him. “You did take my hat,Sunshine.”He grinned.You rested your chin on his shoulder. “Ight,but you threw me into the water.That's kind of dramatic.”You smiled.He shrugged. “You took my hat.”He defended himself.He kind of just stood there with you on his back and your chin on his shoulder.He could've got you off of him if he wanted too but he didn't really mind.He had never actually touched you until today.You hadnt really held a conversation either but it seemed a lot of things were changing today. “The waves are getting bigger.”He observed.

You nodded. “Good job,Captain Obvious.”You grinned,sliding off his back.He felt cold from your sudden absence.You grabbed your surfboard,taking off your sweater and shorts before running past him and into the water.He just stood there,dumbfounded.You had to have been some sort of witch.That would at least explain the amount of herbs you grew in your garden.Maybe you had put some sort of poison in his breakfast.That was the only explanation for his quickly beating heart and the odd feeling in his lungs and stomach.He couldn't let himself fall for you.He didn't have room in his life to care about anyone else.But it seemed that he had already fell.It wasn't a small fall either.It was the kind of fall when you slip backwards,smack your tailbone on the ground and then land on your back.It was like that commercial with that old lady screaming that she had fallen and couldn't get up.Thats how he felt.He watched as you paddled out on your board,a wave forming a bit far out.

He grabbed the board that he kept here,the one that he kept leaning against a tree and paddled out to catch up to you.He watched as you stood on your board,gliding across a ten foot wave.Everything went into slow motion for him.He had heard about out of body experiences before and if he didn't know better he'd say he was experiencing one now.He couldn't really hear anything and now he couldn't feel anything either.He couldn't even feel the fast beating in his chest or how heavy his head felt.He just felt nothing.He couldn't feel his board under his hands.He felt like he was floating,he couldn't feel the air coming through his lungs.He watched the way your hips moved,how your arms kept you balanced and how your hair was moving around,a few strands sticking to your face.It was all brilliant and graceful like you had done it countless times before.You had done it countless times.As the wave died you slid under the surface of the water,coming back up a second later.

The water had slicked your hair back,you lifted your hands off the board to wipe the water from your eyes.You looked over at JJ who was only three or four yards away from you.He could finally feel again,the noises of the water and the whistle of the wind against tree branches slowly came back to him. “Jesus,J.You look like you just saw a ghost.”You giggled.He didn't notice that how his jaw had dropped,eyes wide and fingers holding onto his surfboard so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.He closed his mouth,licking his lips and looking down at his reflection in the water. “Hey,are you good?”You were in front of him now,surfboard steady between your things.He nodded. “Yeah...yeah im good.”He replied.You raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure about that?”You deepen your voice as low as it could go to sound like the John Cena vine.JJ chuckled. “Oh Yeah!”He laughed,sounding like the kool aid man.

This was not how you thought your morning would go.He paddled out,waiting for another good wave.A few small ones came but they were so small that they barely even moved his board.The good ones only seemed to come for you.He’d watch in confusion as you’d paddle far out,only to realize that large waves coming your way.Around an hour later the two of you were laying on your stomach’s on your boards,catching your breath and calming yourselves down. “How do you do it?”JJ asked,eyes closed as he enjoyed the sun. “Do what?”You sighed,looking over at the almost asleep blonde boy. “Just...everything.”He mumbled,readjusting himself so the side of his head rested on his arms.You looked up at him,eyes half closed. “Elaborate,please.”You grinned.He sighed. “You just….what are you?A witch?A goddess?”He asked.You laughed quietly. “I am honored you think of me that way,but no.Why do you ask?”You blushed.

He splashed some water at you. “You surf...well,you surf like that.Its like the waves are made specially for you and you sing like a disney princess and you make the best jam and bread i've ever had.How do you do it all?”He asked.You bit your bottom lip,making eye contact with him. “You ever think that maybe you're just bad at surfing?”You grinned.He scoffed,flipping your board over.You fell with it,falling into the water.You swam down as far as you could,going under his board.You were down there long enough for him to grow concerned,looking around in the water for you.He was about to go into the water to find you when you swam up under his board and flipped him off of it.He spit water out,glaring at you. “Hey,I'm just getting even.”You grinned.He shrugged. “Truce?”He asked,offering his hand.You shook your head. 

“I'm not falling for that.”You scratched at your eyebrow.He frowned. “Wow,so now you're calling me a liar.”He smirked.You shook your head. “When did I say that?”You asked,resting your arm on his board.He grinned. “So now youre calling me dumb?”He asked.You put your head down on your arm with a loud,dramatic groan. “JJ-can you please shush?Please?”You asked.He smiled. “Nope.No I cannot.”He replied,resting his chin on the board.  “Imagine if a shark just came up and attacked us right now.”You grinned.He rolled his eyes. “It's a one in a million chance and an even slimmer chance of dying.One of your cows is more likely to kill you.”He shrugged.You stared back at him,eyebrows raised. “And you know this for why?”You asked.He grinned. “I had a shark phase back in seventh grade.I was convinced that I was a merman.”He chuckled.You smiled at his confession. “Maybe your great great great great grandfather was a merman.I have this big theory about mythology,i've got some folktale books if you’re interested.”You offered.

He bit the inside of his cheek. “If I let you tell me your theory and show me these books can I have more bread and jam?”He asked.You scoffed. “You should be honored that i'm giving you the chance to hear my theory.”You grinned,tapping your fingertips on the board.Your’s was still tied to your ankle,floating only three feet away from you.You liked being this close to him though,it sent a weird feeling down your spine.He wasn't gonna complain,he enjoyed being this close to you. “So no bread and jam?”He asked.You rolled your eyes. “You can have two jam sandwiches,deal?”You asked.He nodded,holding out his hand. “Deal.”He waited for you to shake his hand.You didnt,poking his fingers until they folded into his palm,placing his thumb over his fingers so he was making a fist.You grinned,gently bumping his fist with yours. “I don't like handshakes.”That sentence sent him back to the last time he had seen you,when Pope tried to shake your hand.

If someone had asked him to repeat everything you had ever said to him in order he could do it without thinking.His brain just liked you a lot.He didn't like you.He was sure he didn't like you,his brain just liked you and that was it.You were faster than him,getting to the shallow water and untying your board from your ankle and dragging it across the sand and back to the tree line.He hadnt gotten the chance to really look at the bikini you were wearing.The top matched the bottom,deep olive green.A goldish loop connected the material of your bottoms on your hips.He could see a few stretch marks through the loop,biting his lip.He had always thought stretch marks were beautiful and seeing them on you just made him-just made his brain like you a bit more.You pulled your shorts up over your hips,buttoning them.He couldn't stop staring at you.

Usually it wasn't this bad,he could force himself to look away from you and convince himself that he hated you,that you were manipulative and annoying.But not today,not with the way you had shredded those waves and the way your eyes lit up as you offered to show him the folktale books.He watched as you pulled your sweater on.It was wet and probably heavy but you didnt care.You bent over,collecting your hair on top of your head and twisting it into a wet,messy bun.He dragged his feet as he pulled on his shorts,hoping you hadnt noticed the tent growing in his swimsuit,pulling on his shirt and putting his hat on backwards. “Lead the way,Starboy.”You waved your hand towards the woods.

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