#omg a million years later

[rblcck]

Regulus had noticed Andromeda quite quickly, and his eyes followed her around the room. He’d been looking for people that he actually wanted to see, she was definitely an unexpected addition to that list. Excusing himself from Elodie, he quickly made his way over to his cousin, picking up a couple of glasses of champagne along the way. Sliding up next to his cousin, he handed one of the glasses to her, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over to her. “Do you feel as uncomfortable as I do?” He asked, knowing that even though he wasn’t technically invited, he was here as a plus one. He wondered how Andy got in through security. “Happy you’re here, I think Cissa will be happy to see you here, too. Whether she wants to admit it or not.” @andromedabtonks

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[giftedeath]

buffy  lets  out  a  sigh  of  disappointment  ,  but  still  allows  her  gaze  to  linger  on  spike  as  he  takes  his  own.  she  makes  a  note  how  easy  it  is  for  him  ,  how  he  had  PROBABLY  done  this  a  million  times  over  ,  considering  certain  factors  (  like  living  for  a  hundred  -  so  years  )  meanwhile  ,  buffy’s  second  shot  seems  to  sting  even  more  than  the  last  one.  which  is  just  so great  for  her. 

she  does  manage  to  feel  more  relaxed  because  of  it  ,  things  seem  a  little  less  dreadful  ,  and  she  was  always  thankful  for  that.  given  the  state  of  things.   ❛  dare  !  ❜  and  maybe  it’s  the  alcohol  ,  but  she  feels  …  not  happy  ,  exactly.  but  …  better  ,  maybe  ?  or  something  close  to  it. 

❛  wait  —-  no  ,  you  go  first.   ❜  she  tells  him  suddenly  ,  unsure  of  why  she’s  being  so  FLIPPANT  about  the  whole  thing.  ❛  and  i’m  not  saying  you  have  to  pick  truth  ,  but  i  am  saying  that  i  want  to  gently  guide  you  in  that  direction  ,  considering  i  have  lots  of  truth-y  questions  i’d  like  to  ask  ,  and  very  few  ideas  for  what  i  could  dare  you  to  do.  especially  since  i  have  this  feeling  that  you’d  do  anything  i’d  ask  without  much  hesitation  ,  huh  ?  ❜

†  ――――         SHE  WAS  CUTE    —     WAS  SHE  ALWAYS  THIS  FUCKING  CUTE?  if  you  had  told  spike  that  he  would  be  drinking  in  his  crypt  for  the  kick  of  it  with  the  vampire  slayer,  he'd  be  quick  to  say  you  were  lying  but,  here  he  was,  in  the  presence  of  a  woman  he  never  thought  he'd  fall  so  hard  for.  it  was  simple  but  it  meant  the  world  to  him;  sitting  across  from  her,  soaking  in  her  beauty,  and  having  a  casual  conversation  only  so  he  was  able  to  hear  every  thought  she  had.  he  stayed  quiet,  mostly  because  he  just  wanted  to  hear  her  talk.  a  soft  chuckle  emits  from  the  vampire's  lips  as  he  watches  her  harshly  take  the  shot  of  whiskey,  his  smile  making  his  eyes  shine  with  purity.  he  shook  his  head  at  her  question,        ❛      uh,     —     no.  you  get  used  to  it,  pet       ❜     he  replied,  watching  her  pour  another  for  the  both  of  them  from  his  handy  flask. 

HE  EASILY  TAKES  THE  SHOT  OF  WHISKEY  THAT  WAS  POURED  FOR  HIM,  KNOCKING  HIS  HEAD  BACK  AND  LETTING  THE  ALCOHOL  BURN  HIS  THROAT  ON  THE  WAY  DOWN.  he  licks  his  lips  afterward  and  cants  his  head  at  the  slayer  curiously,  swinging  his  leg  around  so  he  was  now  straddling  the  bench  they  sat  at,  facing  her,        ❛      well,  we  can't  have  that,  can  we     ?     sounds  like  a  right  distraction  is  in  order  for  you,  slayer      ❜     he  nods.  he  wanted  to  pour  another  for  himself  but  he  allowed  buffy  to  call  the  shots.  after  all,  tonight  was  all  about  her  and  making  her  feel  some  kind  of  relief.  he  understood,  on  some  level,  the  pain  she  must  have  been  going  through,  feeling,  and  if  knocking  a  few  shots  back  with  him  relieved  her  from  those  dark  thoughts,  he  was  happy  to  oblige.  he  grew  weak  in  his  knees  when  she  smiled  up  at  him,  unable  to  tear  his  eyes  away  from  her.  she  really  did  need  this  distraction.  a  soft  laugh  first,        ❛      i  suppose   [   .  .  .  .   ]     right  then,  truth  or  dare,  pet     ?     and  m'  not  goin'  easy  on  you,  if  that's  what  you're  thinkin'.  bad  guy,  remember     ?      ❜    he  joked,  a  sly  smirk  curling  his  lips  as  he  maintained  eye  contact  with  her.

[minqies]

eleven-year-old me was SAT

[pontevoix]

' kageyama!! ' boldness , just as its moniker presents , is a trait of greatness , something big & consuming & it can come in small packages. hinata has always ( tried to ) carry himself as though he were eight feet tall. his boldness sustains this vitality , like swapping cheeky chutzpah for blood. ' are you seriously showing up outta nowhere like this?! what , i don't even get a text sayin' you're gonna be in brazil?! have our high school days meant nothing to you?! ' a jest , a tease , & a taunt , all with a grin that rips across his face from ear to ear. / SURPRISE u get my secret muse hinata @ kageyama ft. time skip <333

hinata is too much amicability & familiarity when he greets kageyama. in turn, kageyama greets him with too much amicability & formality. he swats hinata upside the head & relishes in a wave of nostalgia.

even though he stands on a beach in brazil, seeing hinata again feels like old times. he considers swatting him a second time, & then he finds it funny that he’s thinking of old times at all. he’s not a particularly nostalgic person. kageyama sticks his hands into the pockets of his joggers in self-restraint & still can’t stop himself from grinning.

he’s not a particularly nostalgic person, but he’s standing beneath the brazilian sun with sand sneaking between his toes. he’s standing an ocean’s length away from japan, & he’s climbing to the top of his game & chasing the international stage —

in the middle of an onwards journey, there is still nostalgia. highschool moments where hinata reprimands him in a voice too loud, too unrestrained. this is amicable & familiar. **hinata’s voice comes as an old promise that the climb is a race, & it feels like a promise that they will reach the top.

kageyama’s fists clench in his pockets as he tries to contain himself, & he manages with some success — staring past hinata’s shoulder at the beach & the players there.

he’s not familiar with beach play. he’s not familiar with the language that echoes throughout the space in a landscape of birds’ call, but he recognizes the cadence of conversation between the players in ongoing matches.

restraint only goes far. his hand abandons its harbor, & he presses his index finger against hinata’s ( @thessence ) forehead, sticky with sweat —

‘ you’re supposed to be looking forward ! ‘ he reprimands. his tongue ties itself, though. kageyama flounders.

the highschool days had been pivotal. hinata knows that. but it’s a lot easier saying something so concise than it is explaining that he isn’t certain if he wanted a reunion so early. before he & hinata have finished their race.

kageyama finds his own uncertainty stupid. he wipes his hand against his pants. still, his smile creeps upon him. he rocks back on his feet.

‘ just here for a few days. it’s part of a tour. we’re playing as a guest team, ‘ he confesses.

‘ i had this whole plan that i was going to spy on your gameplay before telling you that i was in brazil. that way you’d be all — ‘ kageyama tries to imitate an old sounds he associates with hinata’s surprise. it’s a little lackluster, but it’s effective. ‘ about things that i knew. ‘

it had been a good plan. & it had been a plan that took a lot of pressure off him.

[vuulpecula]

@learnedlucidity cont.

Fox knew it wasn't Fi's fault for going. They were just kids--their lives were decided for them still. Lorded over by family and relatives. It hadn't been that long, but it had felt like an eternity. She hadn't realized how much she relied on their friendship, how even an hour spent with Fi made things better.

"--I'm sorry about your Uncle," she stated, hugging her arms around herself. "Is he okay?"

[fastandcarlos]

Children Once Again : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris

summary: when you’re invited to the f1 as an ambassador the last face you expect to see is that of your childhood best friend

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ynusername: such an honour to be in monza to watch the grand prix, thank you so much to mclaren for the awesome hospitality 🧡

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username1: no way you finally for to go to a race!

mclaren: it was an honour to welcome you and host you at your very first f1 race 🧡

username2: hope you had the best time ever yn ❤️

kendalljenner: told you that you’d absolutely love it 😂

ynusername: @/kendalljenner I should’ve listened to you!

username3: ngl she seemed to be really close with lando when they were around the paddock together!

oscarpiastri: thank you for being such an awesome guest to have with us this weekend!

username4: papaya really suits you btw yn 😉

username5: and you got to go to monza too, that’s one of the best races on the circuit!!!

landonorris: can’t believe we finally got to see each other again, let’s not leave it so long next time 😂

ynusername: @/landonorris you’re still just as annoying as ever 😂

username6: wait wtf is going on here…did they already know each other??

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ynusername: never in a million years did I think I’d get reunited with this guy, nearly 14 years later and we’re back together again 🥹

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username7: wait so they were friends at school and reconnected? omg that’s adorable

username8: see the f1 really does change lives 😂

georgerussell63: how you managed to put up with him growing up is crazy to me!

ynusername: @/georgerussell63 it was hard work at times 😂

username9: I can just imagine them causing so much trouble when they were younger!!

landonorris: 14 years to make up for but the rest of our lives to be back together causing mischief again!!

username10: look at how happy lando looks to be back with her again

mclaren: we’re so pleased we could unknowingly bring the two of you back together again 🧡

ynusername: @/mclaren I owe you guys so much for inviting me in the first place

username11: this is just the sweetest story ever 😭

oscarpiastri: at least I don’t have to listen to you guys reminiscing anymore 🙄

username12: so happy they got to reunite together 🥺

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landonorris: a dream weekend with my childhood best friend, still feeling just like big kids and like we’ve never not been each other’s lives 🥹

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username13: and you’re sure she’s just a friend are you???

alex_albon: these photos suggest you’ve had more than just a dream weekend to me

username14: you can just tell how fond of her lando still is 😭

danielricciardo: yeah, sure “just” friends 😉

username15: who is buying a friend flowers that are that nice!?

ynusername: you’re not gonna be able to get rid of me so easily this time around!

landonorris: @/ynusername good because I don’t want you to go anywhere anyway 🥺

username16: I don’t want these two to go their separate ways again 💔

maxverstappen1: you’ve known me since we were kids and yet you don’t hug me like that 🤨

landonorris: @/maxverstappen1 stop reading so much into things 🙄

username17: you’re not kidding anyone norris 😂

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ynusername: the first photo was lando when I surprised him at the race, now compare that to the last one after spending four hours with me 😂🧡

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username18: they couldn’t even stay away from each other for more than a week!!

maxverstappen1: I can so see why you two were the best of friends after meeting you 😂

username19: just look at how excited he is to see her 🥺

danielricciardo: it was a joy to meet you here and hear so many childhood stories of lando’s!!

username20: ofc cause only a friend would do something like this right??

landonorris: stop lying to people, I really was happy to have you here for the whole time 😂

ynusername: @/landonorris that’s why you banished me to the paddock for most of the afternoon 👀

username21: it breaks my heart knowing they spent so long apart when they seem to get on so well…

carlossainz55: it was fun embarrassing lando with you for the whole weekend!!!!

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 I had no idea he was still as stupid as he was back in school 🤦🏻‍♀️

username22: he loves spending time with you really yn 😂

oscarpiastri: I’m sure I saw him shed a tear when you told him you had to go

landonorris: @/oscarpiastri definitely tears of joy!!

username23: we really missed out on this friendship for so many years!

alex_albon: still sticking with the friendship storyline I see…

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alex_albon: if you went out with one you’d be a true passenger princess!

ynusername: when do you plan on letting this go??

username24: can you two just hurry up and date already?

georgerussell63: look at how handsome he is yn, you can’t deny it 😂

username25: put us out of our misery please and just announce it!

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danielricciardo: why are you two kids holding hands!?

username26: I still refuse to accept that you two are just friends!

username27: are you playing us all by pretending to just be friends?

charles_leclerc: when will you two just wake up and see it??

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landonorris: don’t tell her but I secretly loved her back in school all those years ago, and I guess it’s fair to say I still love her just as much now ❤️

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username28: finally they’ve given us what we wanted for so long 👏🏻

alex_albon: can’t believe you tried to convince me that you two weren’t dating 🙄

oscarpiastri: couldn’t be happier for the two of you 🥰

username29: these two are the perfect reason as to why you should believe in destiny 😭

danielricciardo: this might just be the worst kept secret in the world!!

carlossainz55: i feel like I’ve watched a movie watching your romance unfold 🥺

username30: the fact he’s always been in love with her melts me 🫠

charles_leclerc: well aren’t you guys just the cutest 😭

username31: please don’t ever lose contact with each other again!

georgerussell63: you guys are perfect for each other, so pleased you managed to find one another again

username32: all these years and yet none of us knew that he actually only ever had eyes for her…

mclaren: congratulations to you both, secretly we’re taking all the credit for this 🧡

landonorris: @/mclaren you guys can absolutely take credit, thank you for inviting yn all those weeks ago!

username33: this is the kinda romance that everyone dreams of, only this time it actually came true 🧡

ynusername: it was only ever you 💞

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[tojipie]

needdd crybaby!reader taking care of toji when he comes back super injured from a job or something and she’s losing her mind and needdd that hurt/comfort thing that u write SOO GOOD with ur other crybaby!reader works i love u so much tojipie u r truly a gift

this is so incredibly validating and sweet omg i love YOU :((( when i saw this ask i literally jumped, i love the concepts you guys come up with

content: toji x crybaby reader, hurt/comfort, angst, injuries

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You don’t know how you manage to move him off the porch and inside. If the circumstances were different you might actually be proud of your ability to lug 300 pounds of dead weight across the house.

You try your best to ignore the slick trail of crimson trailing behind the both of you as you pull him down the hallway, grunting, huffing, and trying not to sob as you force down the lump in your throat.

You wrap his arms around your shoulders for the last stretch, hauling his cold body forward as your legs scream in protest. You can barely make out the blue tinge of his fingertips in your peripherals, sniffling as you imagine his heart struggling to keep his body warm after lying face down in the snow for who knows how long.

Five agonizing minutes later you’re on the floor watching the living room carpet soak up the blood pouring from his lower abdomen. Toji is unresponsive, head lolling side to side as you try to shake him awake.

“Toji? Baby?” Your voice cracks, eyes flitting over each and every millimeter of his body as you take in the jagged wound creeping up his hip all the way to his ribs. He’s breathing like he doesn’t need air, one shallow, agonizingly slow breath for every 3 of yours.

Right, fuck. He’s bleeding.

Situations like these weren’t too rare when you’d first met your boyfriend. But nothing like this. Injuries were common but never in a million years did you think it would get to this point.

You’d learned a thing or two about first aid from years of seeing Toji stitch himself up night after night, job after job. Spending hours blubbering on the toilet seat watching him stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tongs in hand as he tried to pry whatever foreign object had lodged itself in his shoulder this time.

The only time he’d let you patch him up were nights when you were inconsolable, threatening to leave him if he didn’t get it together and leave his job behind for something normal. Something that wouldn’t take him away from you one day.

You thought he’d finally turned a new leaf a few months ago when you noticed he’d stop coming home battered up. You didn’t want to ask directly, wanting to hold onto that mix of hope and relief you felt at the prospect of him finally settling down. You shouldn’t have been so hopeful.

You waste no time ripping his already tattered shirt down the middle, pulling the fabric down, and knotting it tight around his abdomen.

Good, okay. The blood soaks into the fabric before ebbing and eventually slowing down. At least, you think it slows down. Everything is the same shade of red, staining your clothes and skin just like it stains his.

“Toji, can you hear me?” You don’t wait for an answer, already searching for a pulse along the side of his neck.

It’s weak, but it’s there. Hammering away under his skin as his body clings onto its last shreds of consciousness. You rock back and forth, cradling his head in your lap as you try to brush his sweaty hair out of his eyes.

He’s cold. So undeniably cold even with the heater blasting, and it takes everything in you not to break down when you notice he’s so limp that the scar across his mouth has lost its dimension, no longer twisting with the little smirk his mouth somehow always finds itself in.

You curl in on yourself, still rocking the two of you back and forth as you wait for a miracle.

“—real good.”

A voice, low and gravelly. One you’d know anywhere.

“Mm.. got me real good,” Toji mumbles sleepily, nuzzling into you as a sob of relief rips through your throat.

“Who?” You sob, cradling his hands in your face. “Who did?”

Toji finally opens his eyes, bloodshot and sensitive from his time in the cold. You feel his chest expand with air, letting a much-needed breath fill his lungs before exhaling his quiet answer.

“Bounty.” His words come much too slowly, almost like he’s trying to figure out how to speak again. “Guy.. owed a client some m-money. Didn’t… expect ‘m to be so good with a blade.”

“I thought you quit.” You whimper, lip quivering. You can’t believe he’d gone back to taking hits for quick cash, nearly killing himself over some quick pocket change.

“You know... I can’t do that, baby.” That’s all you get in return, his overwhelming guilt evident. There was no other path for Toji, no feasible way you’d ever get him to settle down.

You feel the tears start up again, leaving searing trails of salt down your cheeks and neck. Toji’s expression softens at your distress,

“I’m okay... I’m okay baby, I promise.” He whispers again and again, nuzzling into your neck as you sob into his chest for what feels like forever. Soft kisses flit over your nose and forehead, the warmth in his body returning with every pump of his still-beating heart.

A shaky, blood-stained hand wipes the tears from each side of your face, quickly returning to his side as the muscles in his arm give out.

You feel calmed down enough to breathe, pulling back from the raven-haired man to gather your bearings.

Toji takes a minute to look over his injury, peeling back the sticky fabric to assess the damage. Emerald eyes soften in relief.

“I’ll be fine.” He says firmly, letting you run your hand through his sweaty, blood-crusted hair. “Didn’t.. hit anything important. Fuck, need sleep.”

You don’t respond, watching his eyes drift closed and his head droop to the side. You’d call Shiu in the morning, ask him to bring antibiotics and an IV over.

You don’t know how long it is before you speak, cringing at how hoarse your voice has become.

“Tell me you’ll quit one day.” You don’t even know if he can still hear you.

A much larger hand engulfs yours, squeezing softly.

“One day.” He mumbles, you know he's lying to you.

[itsmarsss]

Vulgar Display of Power [Miguel Diaz x fem!Reader] (Cobra Kai)

You can never fucking beat him in a fight and it's getting frustrating.

Request: omg more miguel please!!! smutty if u can xx already dating if you want? Fic title comes from my (second) favorite Pantera album. Word count: 4,350 Warnings: SMUT. established relationship, theres plot but it only serves to justify the sex lol, i use present tense in this, degrading, first time sub!miguel kind of, handjob, fingering, oral sex, penetration (p in v), semi-public sex (i guess? no one's around but the location isn't exactly private), a lot of use of pet names (baby, babe, love, mi amor), so much swearing. obviously no one is a minor here I don't mention much context but can be read as hs senior year or later, doesn't really matter. if you're a minor kindly keep away from my blog and this fic please

“Fuck!”  You yell out as Sensei Lawrence announces Miguel’s win. In turn of your frustration, Miguel sports a grin that playfully mocked you.

Now don’t get it twisted, you’re not a bad fighter. You’re not even a good one- you’re great. The best, except for…

“Diaz! Good one.” Sensei Lawrence praises.

“Nice, dude!” Hawk comes to fist bump him.

Tory comes to you. “Girl get it together! You’re better than that!”

“I’m fucking trying.”

Miguel hears the two of you talking and decides to insert himself into the conversation. “Come on, it’s not a big deal.”

“I say this with love but it is a big deal and I’m gonna find a way to beat you.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

[. . .]

“Hey,” you hear Miguel call from behind you, turning around for a split second to look at him before getting back to packing your stuff to leave the dojo. 

“Hey.”

“So, are we still on for tonight?”

“Yeah. I just wanna go home first and take a shower.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Hey are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something seems… weird.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” you tell him, bringing a hand to his face and lightly tapping his cheek.

“You sure?”

“Yes! I just said it is!” You realize you blew up at him for no reason, immediately feeling bad for it and apologizing, not managing to look at him. “Sorry.”

“See? That’s what I mean!”

“I really am sorry.”

“Okay, but something’s clearly wrong.”

You stay silent, and he walks up to you, cornering you so you’d face him.

“What’s going on?”

Honestly, you don’t want to tell him. Because it would sound stupid. Because it is stupid. You don’t even exactly know why it had gotten so under your skin this time. 

“It’s fine. I’m just a bit off today.”

“You don’t have to talk about it, but you don't have to lie either.”

“Fine. You wanna know what’s wrong? I’m frustrated because you keep beating me.”

“What?”

“Every single time we’re picked to fight I just can’t fucking beat you. And yes, I’m glad you don’t go easy on me, cause that would be like a million times worse, but I'm frustrated with myself. You’re the only one I've never fully beat in a match. The closest I’ve ever gotten to that was a tie.”

“Well most of the time it ends up in a tie.” 

“Yeah but none of the time did it end with me winning.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this.”

“Of course you don’t. I just feel like if I still can’t beat you then have I really been getting better?”

“What? That’s nonsense, babe. You know that, right? Of course you’ve been getting better. We all have.”

“See I told you it would be stupid. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way.”

“That’s okay. We can just sort that out.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll ask sensei for the keys.”

“What?”

“We’re gonna stay here and fight and we’re not gonna leave until you win.”

“That’s really not what I was trying to get from this-”

“What, are you scared?” He knew just how to tug on your strings. 

“Oh fuck no.”

“Then we’re doing this.”

“But what about the date?”

“We can go tomorrow. If you need my help today, I'll help you today.”

“Okay.”

[. . .]

“Alright, ready?”

You only nod your head yes, too focused to even speak.

“Okay. Round one.”

You get a couple punches in, but he’s faster than most of your hits. He wins..

You huff, annoyed. “Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Okay that’s it. Again.”

This time, determination runs through your veins, as tired as you were. Every single moment of feeling weak or inferior or as though you were seen by others as basically the female equivalent of Miguel, and not yourself, not someone capable of being better than him in any way, channeled into this round. 

And you won. This time, you fucking won. 

“Wait that’s three,” you realize.

“Yeah! You won!” Miguel celebrates.

“What?”

“You won, babe!”

“Oh my God. Holy fucking shit. I won?!”

He laughs, coming up to you. “You did.” He places a quick kiss on your lips, but you’re taken over by the adrenaline, pulling him back to you by the collar of his shirt when he went to pull away, tangling him into another kiss, deeper and more passionate this time around. “That was hot,” he comments, as you finally did let him part ways with you to breathe, your bodies still flushed together. 

You feel your cheeks burn at his comment. “I just kicked your ass,” you joke.

He doesn’t even seem fazed by the comment. “Yeah you did,” he grins.

“I did not expect that to unlock some sort of loser kink in you.”

“Hey! That’s not what this is!”

You lift an eyebrow, amused. 

“What, you’re telling me it’s a crime if my insanely hot girlfriend looks insanely hot while kicking my ass?”

“Should I kick your ass more often then?”

“You’re welcome to.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Shut up,” he retorts, finally having enough of the playful bantering, unable to wait a second longer to have your lips on his again. 

Miguel pulls you even closer to him- if that were even possible- by pulling on your waist, not wasting a second more before diving in again, pulling you into a kiss that is much more feral this time around. His actions scream that he wants you, and the high from having reached your goal and beat him in the last round mixed with the lust forming in you from seeing him so affected, so attracted to this, it feels good.

You suppose some people would maybe come into an issue if they found themselves in your place. Men aren’t exactly known for being great at dealing with women being better than them in… well, anything. But Miguel acted genuinely proud of you. Hell, he’d canceled your date night to help you with this because he realized it was important to you. And more than being supportive, he was turned on by your display of power. 

His kisses start trailing out of your lips, to your jaw, to the space below your ear. “You did so well, love. You should get something in turn, huh?”

Your mind was getting a bit foggy. Still, you join in playing his game. “I suppose I should. What are you gonna do?”

“Whatever you want me to,” he breathes out. Oh. That was definitely new. 

“Whatever I want?” He only nods, looking up at you, waiting to be told what to do. Holy shit, that was hot. “That sounds good.”

“Just tell me, please, I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” he pleads. It was almost pathetic. You decide you’d never get enough of hearing him plead like that. You loved the times in which he was more dominant, but you could definitely get behind this too, no issues whatsoever.

You pretend to think. “I don’t think I will.”

“What? Why not?”

“I want you to guess.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I- Uh- Ih-” he takes a deep breath. He liked that. You smiled. “I can do that.”

“Good boy,” you try, hoping he didn’t find it weird. 

Apparently, he didn’t. “Fuck. Fuck,” he lets out in almost strangled sounds, wordlessly dropping himself to the floor. He looks up at you with doe eyes, as if pleading for permission. You smile at him, signaling everything was okay. You cage his jaw with both your hands, and he closes his eyes for a moment, letting you play with his hair.

“You look so pretty like this,” you coo, and he feels it down his spine, his eyes fluttering open. 

“Sit.”

“What?”

“Sit,” he repeats himself, but it isn’t demanding. Not this time. 

“I heard you.”

“Sit, please, baby.”

You grin. You didn’t know you’d like this this much. “Of course, baby.” You sit down on the bench, legs closed. He parts them confidently, eyes not leaving yours as he does so slowly, positioning his body between them. With his face mere inches from yours, he looks up at you again. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He guesses. His cheeks red, he clearly looks embarrassed. It turned him on and it turned you on too. 

You nod eagerly, signaling he’d guessed right. He smiles and closes the distance between you, pulling you down and attaching his lips to yours. It starts out slow, tender, experimental- testing the waters. He grows eager pretty fast, though, kissing you harder, his hands traveling to either of your thighs and planting themselves there firmly, squeezing in a way that makes you gasp slightly in surprise. 

He pulls away just to tease you about it. That’s the kind of little shit he is.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” 

“Not this then?”

He squeezes your thigh again and you try to act unbothered.” He notices though, pleased with himself.

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He pulls you into a kiss again with no warning, more feral than before, his hand traveling upwards, inside the legs of the shorts you were wearing. 

“Take it off,” you pant out, a stern tone overtaking your words, and he complies without questioning. You smile, pleased with that. You lift your hips slightly for him and he throws the shorts somewhere on the floor behind you. 

He stares at your underwear for a few moments, as if lost in a trance. You laugh. “Hello? You here?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.”

“Used to what?” You move a hand to caress his face. 

“The fact that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

“Aw, do you like that, baby? Does it turn you on?” You ask, your tone almost mocking him.

He only nods his head yes, looking embarrassed.

“That’s good.” You make a show to slowly take off your shirt, a sudden surge of confidence running through your veins at his words, discarding it along with the shorts behind you.  His eyes widen and he mumbles a few words, the volume of his words so low you couldn’t make it out for the life of you, before he just surges forward again, not aiming for your lips this time, but for your jaw. 

“What was that?” You manage to breathe out as he continues his trail of kisses along your jaw.

“What?”

“If you’re gonna talk you’re gonna let me hear it. Got it?”

“Oh-okay.” He continues to place quick, slight pecks along your jawline, but you know exactly what he’s doing.

“You’re not distracting me from that. I wanna know what you said, baby. Wanna hear you.”

“I said- I said uh-“ he gulps. “It’s dumb.”

“That’s okay.”

“I just said ‘fuck me’.”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh. It was dumb,” you mock him again, and you can see he didn’t expect that.

“What?”

“I though you wanted to fuck me,” you joke.

 He doesn’t take it as a joke. “I do. I do I just meant- it was just-“ oh. This was for real. 

“I know, love. I was just teasing you. Okay? You’re being so good to me.”

His eyes almost sparkle at the praise. 

“You know I think I changed my mind.”

“What?” 

“Maybe I should fuck you.”

“What do you mean?”

You look down on him and smile, a genuine sweet smile. “Get up.”

“But-“

“I thought you said you’d do whatever i wanted you to,” you fake-pout. 

He doesn’t say a word before standing back up. You do the same, keeping your body flushed to his. You slowly turn the two of you around, cornering him until the back of his knees hit the bench and pushing him to sit down on it. 

Standing in front of him, you tilt your head to the side as you take in the view. He looked disheveled as ever. You loved it. “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.

“I- I can take it off.”

“Yeah I think you should.”

“What… what do you want me to take off?”

“Let’s go with the shirt first, baby. How about that?”

He nods furiously. “Yeah I can do that,” he takes his shirt off in a millisecond, throwing it with your clothes on the floor. 

“Oh, you look so pretty,” you coo, stepping closer to him and lifting his chin up to look at you. You make your way around the bench to be behind him, and you can see him gulp in anticipation. Fuck, you were loving this a little too much. You trace his biceps with your finger. “Your arms, I love your arms, you know that? So big and strong,” you exaggerate, and he quirks an eyebrow at the suspicious comment. This doesn’t sound like it was getting to a nice praising place. “And your body, I mean your abs. Your thighs, your thighs are so pretty, baby,” you crouch a bit, still behind him, wrapping yourself around his back so you could snake your arms to his thighs, still only tracing them with a single finger. “So how come you lost to me like a bitch?”

That seems to remind him very well of what was happening.

“It- it was one time.”

“One time you lost to me. But you’ve barely ever won, have you?”

He stays quiet. 

“Come on, baby, talk to me…” you pout, snaking your arms around his torso and kissing his neck.

“N-no.”

“Did you like that you lost to me baby?”

Quiet again.

“Did it turn you on?” You whisper in his ear and you can feel him take in big a breath. .

He couldn’t even look at you .

“Oh, pretty boy, I wanna hear your voice!”

He gulps again. “It- it turned me on,” he confesses. 

“I never knew you were into this sort of thing.”

“Me- me neither.”

“Do you like it when I’m stronger than you? When I tell you what to do?”

You remove yourself from his body entirely, and he whips his head at record speed to look at you, desperate for your touch again. You circle the bench once again, standing in front of him. You grab his jaw and lifts his head up to look at you, your other hand messing with his hair. “So pathetic. I’ve barely done anything to you and you’re this hard.”

You finally sit yourself down on his thighs, legs on either side of his torso, and he immediately and instinctively grabs your ass ‘for support’ as he’s always insisted with a grin. 

“You’re so fucking pathetic you’ll do anything I tell you to. Won’t you?” You pout, tilting your head.

“I’ll- I’ll do anything you want.” 

“That’s a good boy,” you mess with and pet his hair again. You loved it when it was just long enough for his curls to appear. 

He shivers. “Can you say it again?”

“Oh, no can do, baby. You’ll have to keep being a good boy to earn it.”

“I’ll- I’ll be a good boy, okay?”

You nod silently, your arms draped around his neck, and you pull yourself closer to get access to his face. You kiss along his jawline slowly, paying extra attention to the spots just under his ears, which made him shiver like crazy. When you find it sufficient, you move down to his neck, and he lets you, tilting his head to the side. You kiss down his neck, trying your best to not leave any marks. He’s still shivering now, and you know him well enough to know he’s okay, but can’t resist teasing him a bit more. 

“Oh no, baby, you’re trembling! Is everything okay?” You feign ignorance.  He doesn’t reply. “Aw are you too horny to speak to me? Is that the issue?” You mock.

He lifts his hips for some friction, an involuntary tell that he was enjoying this too. “Aw, do you like it when I’m mean to you? Huh?” You lift his chin again. He begrudgingly nods his head yes. You smile and move your hand from his chin to his cheeks, squeezing both off them. “Does my baby like it when I’m in control? When I handle you like this? When I call you names?” 

He tries to reply, but can’t really with you squeezing his face like that. 

“Oh I can’t hear you baby!” You let go of his face. “You’re gonna have to say it again.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I- I like it when you’re mean to me.” 

“I know, baby boy. I can feel it.” With no other warning, you palm him through his shorts. He was impossibly hard. Knowing he was liking this was for sure improving your confidence. The moment your hand meets his crotch his breathing becomes unsteady and he thrusts his hips up again, wanting more. You start kissing along his neck as you keep feeling him up through the shorts, and then he is gone. He lets himself let out delicious moans you would play on repeat if you could, tilting his head back to grant you better access to his neck. He wants more, and you know he does. But you want to hear him say it. 

After a few minutes, he does. 

“Please take it off.”

You press a gentle kiss to his neck, containing a grin. “What are you talking about, babe?”

“My shorts, take them off, please. Please, take them off.”

You press a quick peck on his lips this time. “You beg so pretty, baby. I think I’ll need more of that.”

He looks confused.

“Anything I tell you, right?” 

He nods. 

“Good. Eat me out.”

His eyes widen at the bluntness of it all. And then he realizes what you meant by needing more of his begging: you weren’t going to solve his little problem all that soon. 

“I- yes. Yeah.” 

You pull yourself off of him and he stands up as quickly as humanly possible, grabbing your hand and yanking you to Sensei’s office, rushing to move everything that was on his desk. You catch his drift and pull yourself up to sit on it. You’re so enthralled you don’t even really have the time to rethink what you’re doing and where you are. Miguel gets himself on his knees, and the sight of it from above is breathtaking. 

“Are you sure you wanna be on your knees? They’re gonna hurt.” You ask him, seriously this time.

“I don’t care,” is all he says, dismissing the thought. He pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, and you let yourself lean back on your elbows. He brings a hand up your thigh and takes off your underwear, you lift your hips up to help. 

He brings both his hands to your thighs, slowly pulling them apart, opening your legs. 

He wastes no time before diving in, startling you when, in a second, his head is between your thighs while his hands squeeze them hard and his mouth is suddenly on you. 

He moves his tongue up and down your clit, occasionally circling around it. Now and then he takes a long lick, from your hole to your clit, letting out a moan from time to time as he tastes you, and he picks up on the shaky breaths and loud moans you let out at that (and the way your hands fly to his hair, slightly pulling it.) 

He moves his tongue to your hole, licking and kissing around it before getting it inside.

It makes you almost want to scream out his name. 

“Oh my god. You’re being so good to me, baby. Please don’t stop-” 

You can feel his smile. 

He takes one of his hands off of your thigh and moves it to thumb at your clit as he keeps fucking you with his tongue. The feeling is heavenly, but you can’t help but want more. 

“Your fingers.” Is all you say, and he gets it.

Normally in a situation like this he’d be teasing you in some way, but right now just the thought of upsetting you with that and having you leaving him to finish himself off, or something down that lane, got him quiet. 

He changes what he’s doing, going back to flicking your clit with his tongue, and slowly inserting one of his fingers. You decide you want to tease a bit more. “That all you got?” You challenge him, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He inserts another finger, not taking the care to do it slowly this time, and he pushes them deep inside you, curling them upwards to make sure you felt it.

You let out a moan that’s so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed at it, but you can feel him grin at it, pleased with the reaction. He keeps on, but at a slow pace. In other instances, you didn’t mind some slow, passionate sex. You loved it, even. But right now you wanted to be fucked.

“Harder.”

He pulls his head up to kiss you. You let him. As you make out, your taste still on his tongue, his fingers thrust harder, deeper inside you, making you moan into his mouth, which Miguel seemed to enjoy a little too much.

You can feel yourself brimming an orgasm, and your words become nonsense as he keeps on, your noises becoming so higher-pitched you can barely register you’re the one making them. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum. Baby, I’m gonna cum. Holy fucking-“

It hits you suddenly, killing your train of thought. Your body trembles as he keeps thrusting his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high. He laps it all up gladly, but you pull him away, your clit oversensitive. 

That doesn’t mean you didn’t want more.

“Everything okay?” 

“Yes, baby. You were such a good boy. But I want you to fuck me now.” 

Miguel was still not used to you being this blunt. And honestly neither were you, for the matter. The words just kept coming out. 

“What- what do you want me to do?” 

You get close to his ear and whisper. “Whatever you want, baby.”

His eyes widen. Whatever he wants. 

 He pulls you off the desk and wordlessly takes you back to the locker room. He leaves you for a second to retrieve a condom from his bag. A prepared man, you’d say.

You manage to take a better look at him and laugh. He furrows his eyebrows together. “What?”

“You look so fucked out right now.”

He rolls his eyes at you and takes off his shorts, kicking them away. He goes to pull his boxers down but you stop him, stroking him in an agonizingly slow pace. He lets out a groan. “Please stop, I’m not gonna last.”

“Oh poor you.” You yank his boxers down. His dick is so hard it must be painful. And all from losing a fight and being called mean names. He walks the two of you backwards until your back is against a wall. He puts the condom on and looks at you for a green light. 

“Go on, baby.” 

He nods, pressing his cock into your hole slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

“Was that a good fuck or a bad fuck? Does it hurt?”

“I’m alright. It was a good fuck.”

“Okay.” He hikes up one of your legs to his waist, and you think he’ll be content with that position, but he hikes up your other leg too, pressing your back even more firmly to the wall and supporting your weight by holding firmly onto the back of your thighs. 

“Woah what are you doing?”

He doesn’t bother responding, thrusting into you experimentally. 

“Holy shit.”

That is enough for him. His thrusts become harder, deeper, faster. He hadn’t realized just how desperate he was until now. 

Hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars with every thrust, it doesn’t take long for his breath to quicken and his thrusts to become sloppier. “I’m gonna- can I-“

Was he trying to ask for permission to cum? Holy fucking shit, that was hot.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. You’ve been so good. You can cum.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he chanted.

 You laugh as his desperation, but it quickly turns into a moan, with Miguel eager to cum and fucking you so hard now you can’t even understand how he could still hold up your weight while doing that. Bless you universe for giving you a strong, strong boyfriend. But all of that didn’t matter now, because he was fucking you so good you could feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building again.

“Please don’t stop.” That was the first time you begged him for something the whole time.

“I won’t, mi amor.” Oh, that broke you. That one pet name didn’t come out all that frequently, so when it did, you felt giddy on the inside. 

With a few more thrusts, both of you reach your high, and at that point Miguel did have to pull you down, although your legs currently trembled so hard it was a little difficult to stand, but he helps you out after tying the condom up and throwing it away.

“Holy shit,” you finally let out. 

“Holy shit,” he agrees. 

“What were you saying about your loser kink again?”

“Will you shut up about that?” He smiles.

“Was I too mean to you? I might’ve gotten a little carried away."

He looks down to the floor in embarrassment as if he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion. “I liked it.”

“That’s good baby. So, shower?”

“Yeah you stink,” he makes a disgusted face, plugging his nose and everything just to irritate you. 

You roll your eyes at him. 

A/N: pls be kind to me and cut me some slack i've never posted smut before 😭 i promise ive had sex before 😭 fighting for my life lmao

[aakeysmash]

bakugou taking care of you when you're on your period but not in a "omg my cramps hurt so bad" way but in a "i am literally gonna throw up" way

thought i’d change it up and make him the one who gags lol. thank you for this ask bb, even if it is indeed from MONTHS ago……..

he enters the bathroom and gags. you’re changing your pad with the door open, because it’s nothing he didn’t already see a million times.

“hello to you too, boyfriend,” you huff annoyed. your cramps have been killing you all night, and seeing a man (even if it is the boyfriend you have been living with the past three years) makes you feel an indescribable rage. these are the only moments you truly wish you had a dick instead of an uterus.

he clears his throat, but his scowl stays. he knows you tend to be a little bit more moody the first few days of your period, but the sight of your blood outside of your body makes him feel nauseous.

“hi. i’m gonna go. catch ya later,” he rushes out before bolting out of the door towards your kitchen. you sigh, shaking your head. you think by now he’d understand you’re not being brutally killed even if he sees a little red on you, but the pro hero in him doesn’t want to acknowledge this.

you get back to the living room and cover yourself with your soft blanket, trying to sleep a little. it’s your day off from the office, so it’s not like you’re missing anything: being your boyfriend’s assistant has its perks. you feel a warm hand softly caressing your forehead, which is the only thing peeking out from the giant blanket.

“tea?” katsuki asks. you know this is his way of caring. you hum.

“hurts?” he asks again, and you hum for the second time.

you hear him walking away and pouring the hot water he already prepared in advance in case you wanted to drink something warm. you hear the gentle pit-pat of his slippers coming back to the sofa, and you sit up to reach for the cup in his hand.

“i want to curl up in a ball and die,” you mutter before taking a sip.

“you always say this,” he responds, sitting down next to you.

“and i mean it,” you sassily say, looking at him with your brows furrowed. he kisses your forehead, smirking.

“no you don’t,” he chuckles. you playfully shove him.

“i’m sorry for staining the sheets. i promise i’ll wash them once the ibuprofen kicks in,” you sheepishly say, laying your head on his shoulder.

you feel the shiver that runs up his spine. “no use. sleep, i’ll make lunch. i asked eijirou to cover for me today,” he answers before kissing your forehead again and getting up.

“you know i love you, right?” you sigh, laying down and managing to fall asleep in 30 seconds.

you wake up because you feel a big thud in the bathroom. you groggily walk toward it and you find katsuki kneeling down in front of your bathtub. he's the palest you've ever seen him be.

"are you okay?" you ask him, worried he might have hurt himself, maybe by slipping on one of the many puddles of water across the floor.

"i'm fine, fuck. it's just a little blood, why am i acting like such a pussy," he snaps. you're confused, before realizing he's holding onto the sheets from last night. a laugh bubbles inside you and you try to force it down, but he notices it and scowls.

"i did this for you and you're laughing at me?" he looks down at the slightly bloody water in front of him and sits down on the wet floor. "i feel like i might pass the fuck out, no joke," he grunts, closing his eyes and taking big breaths.

you burst out laughing. "i could've done this, you know?" you say between chuckles, kneeling down to take over. he grunts again, muttering something alongside "i wanted to do something nice for you."

the day after you finish your period, you're sitting next to each other on your bed.

"so you find me disgusting, huh?" you tease him, still remembering how he had to lay down for 30 minutes to regain color in his face.

he rolls his eyes, flicking your forehead. "looking at your blood is one of the few things that makes me want to gauge my eyes out. apart from tasting that stupid egg mix my mom gave us the other day," he barks out. you laugh.

"y'know, there's a way to end this," he says in your ear.

you look up with a questioning gaze.

"isn't it time to have a baby?"

[shishitoren-vc]

They'll get used to you.

A novel idea, when the last year or two had been spent with people holding an unhealthy fear of him. People had given him a wide berth, many stopped their conversations and stared when he approached, only to scurry off when he got too close. He was a thing of fear before this... and now?

People were supposed to just... be okay with him? "Right... you got a point there," he muses slowly, licking his lips with equal slowness as he casts a furtive glance around before reverting his attention over towards Tsubakino.

He was grateful to have somebody on his side, regardless of his inner musings. Or at least, it seemed she was on his side. "I hope so.." does he tell her that he doesn't want to grow into it? He wants to be back at Shishitoren again... though it was probably best he didn't voice that.

Somewhere close by, a loud crashing noise rises, followed by muffled shouting.. and while Togame takes notice of the crashing, the muffled voices were beyond his ability to hear. "What was that?"

tsubakino smiles, patient. she can't blame the guy for his hesitance. it's not as though togame had been there when furin's students had earned the name bofurin through sweat and bloodied knuckles - heat and hammering metal until it took the shape umemiya had wanted it to be. many newcomers are unaware that the third years' hands are not so clean.

it had been worth it. it was still worth it, and it would continue to be worth it. it's a truth she holds in her heart with care.

" they'll get used to you. " an assurance and promise. " besides - the townsfolk are less likely to know who you are, right? the border between furin and shishitoren's been strict, lately. "

she pauses, turns to look him over with an appraising eye. then, sincerely, " it suits you better than you think, you know- that jacket. you'll grow into it before you realize it. "

[willowsnook]

Right Place, Right Time (pt. 1) Lando Norris

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4

new series featuring lando x american reader who works for Monster. This will be a slow burn!!!!!!! patience

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When performance review time came around at work you were disappointed to hear that there weren't going to be any raises this time around. As a top performer on the marketing team you were disappointed but it had been a tough year. As a consolation prize, your manager had put your name in the hat to win a trip to the Dutch Grand Prix which you thought was kind of random but your company was a McLaren sponsor and it was all expenses paid so whatever. You kind of followed F1 so when you got the email that you had won you were excited. Even more excited that it was not going to be 90 degrees outside like it currently was in Texas.

You landed in Zandvoort on Thursday night and were up bright and early on Friday to get the whole tour and all. You had never been to a race so it was pretty cool and you liked getting to walk around the paddock looking at all the other teams stuff. You snapped a million of selfies to send back to your sister who you knew was foaming at the mouth in jealousy.

You didn't really care about watching the practices so around 3 you headed back to McLaren to find your stuff and go. As you were turning the corner in a hallway you ran right smack into someone else causing you to drop your phone.

"Omg I'm so sorry," you said reaching down to pick it up. When you stood up you were face to face with Lando Norris, one of the McLaren drivers. He looked sad, like really sad. Like the kind of sad you would be if someone stole your dog.

"Are you good dude?" You asked unsure. He gave you a weak smile mumbling something out, his voice cracking.

"Hey hey it's okay," you soothed putting your hand on his arm. "it's only practice ya know." You tried to joke and he met your eyes with his own watery ones.

"It's okay," he said. "Just a bad day, are you looking for someone or something?" You nodded.

"Yeah I need my bag but honestly I'm kind of lost in here," you said.

"It's probably in hospitality, I can walk you there?" He offered and you smiled.

"That would be great," you said following him the way he came from. You walked in silence and you were trying to rack your brain on anything you knew about this guy. You remembered seeing some shit on twitter about him before summer break and a lot of not nice things.

"So what brings you to Zandvoort?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I work for Monster Energy, and I won a raffle," you said and he let out a laugh.

"You must be a big F1 fan then?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Not really, I watch the races but I just wanted a vacation."

Someone was walking out of hospitality as you were walking in and stopped to talk to Lando.

"We need to talk about today," they said sternly. "Find me later."

You felt Lando deflate next to you but he nodded and guided you in the room. No one else was in there and you quickly grabbed your bag.

"Well there you ar-"

"Why do you like racing?" You interrupted him and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Uhh.. I don't know," he said and you waited. "I've always been in love with cars and the feeling I get. It's like everything else fades away and it's just me."

"Do you still feel that way?" You asked and he nodded.

"For the most part, the pressure and the things said online get loud though," he said quietly.

"Can I be honest with you?" You asked and he nodded.

"I'll never know what it's like to be in your position," you started. "But these people online don't know you. Yes they know the you that your PR team puts out and what you post but they don't know your character. They don't know who you are inside and they probably never will. But you have people here that do know you. People that do care about you and want you to succeed. Drown out the noise with them because those are the people that matter."

He stared at you not saying anything and you started to get the itch of feeling awkward and then to make it worse he quickly looked away and swiped at his eyes.

"Oh my god I made you cry," you panicked. "I'm so sorry I overstepped I don't know you."

He let out a little laugh looking back at you with red rimmed eyes.

"It's a good thing," he said. "It's hard for me to remember sometimes and it's nice to be seen as a human by someone."

You smiled before holding up your bag.

"Well I got this, so I'm going to go but good luck tomorrow," you said.

"Thank you," he replied. "You never told me your name?"

"Y/n," you said holding out your hand and he shook it. "See ya around."

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You skipped out on the qualifying sessions on Saturday to hang out and relax in Zandvoort but you were really excited for Sunday. You got the the paddock really early and made a beeline for hospitality to get a much needed coffee. As you were waiting for it to finish pouring you heard someone speak next to you.

"I love those pants, where did you get them from?"

You turned around to see a girl maybe a couple years younger than you with long brown hair wearing a creme top and jeans. You looked down at your own dark jeans that fitted you perfectly if you do say so yourself.

"Thank you!" You said smiling. "They are from Abercrombie's curve line."

"Ahh nice," she said moving to start her own coffee.

"Yeah I spend too much money there," you said.

"I never really got into it," she said.

"I wasn't as a kid because they hated fat people back then but thank god for change," I joked and she let out a loud laugh.

"I'm Lily," she said and you introduced yourself back. "Visiting from the US?"

"Yeah, I won a work raffle so here I am," you said and she nodded.

"Are you watching from the garage?" She asked and you shook your head.

"I'm supposed to but I really want to be in the stands so I think I'm going to sneak in."

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"You wouldn't want to watch from down here?" She asked confused.

"No all the real action is out there with all the other fans," you told her. "Have you never sat there?"

She shook her head.

"Well if you're interested in joining me just let me know!" You offered before waving goodbye.

You spent the next hour wandering the paddock soaking in the atmosphere. About 30 minutes before the race starts you see Lily coming up to you with a burly guy.

"I think I am going to join you," she said. "But he has to come too so that nothing happens."

"Awesome," you say and she smiles. You two start walking towards the stands talking the whole way but are intercepted by a McLaren driver.

"Where are you going?" He asks Lily, looking confused.

"We are watching from the stands," she said pulling him in for a hug. He kisses her but looks worried.

"But why?"

"Because it's the full experience Osc," she said and he looked towards the bodyguard who shrugged. "This is y/n by the way, she works for Monster."

A look of realization washes over his face and he reaches out to shake your hand.

"You talked to Lando yesterday?" He asked and you nodded.

"Briefly yeah," you replied quizzingly.

"Hmm," he said and Lily looked at you confused. "Well I have to go but be safe and I'll see you after."

He left the two of you to get back to walking.

"So you met Lando?" She asked.

"Yeah I ran into him and gave him a little pep talk." This made her laugh.

"A pep talk? Do you know him?" She asked looking at you with amusement.

"No, he was just giving off really sad energy," you said truthfully and she sighed.

"Yeah he's going through a hard time."

You nodded. The bodyguard led you two to a row that had clearly been predetermined and motioned for you to file in.

"Isn't this exciting?" You asked taking it all in. The stands were electric.

"It is pretty cool," she said, here nerves easing.

You both were disappointed to see Lando lose his place at the start but amazed after lap 18. The middle was kind of boring except for when Oscar would come around so you and Lily spent the time getting to know each other. You told her about your life in Texas and she told you about life as a WAG. She gave you her number and made you promise to text her especially for the Austin GP. At the end of the race you both screamed like crazy when Lando crossed the link and made your way down to the podium area. It was very cool getting to see it in person.

You walked back to the garage with Lily and said your goodbyes as she went to find Oscar. As you were getting ready to head out you saw Lando across the garage and you gave him a big thumbs up. He laughed and smiled returning the sign.

Your flight was early the next morning so you headed back to your hotel to get ready to go back to real life.

[daisyblog]

The Month of December

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN’s Instagram posts leading up to Christmas.

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ynstyles first christmas with our girly🤍🎄✨🩷 view all 8,728 comments

harrystyles My favourite girls❤️

lottietomlinson So cute 🎀 🤍

gemmastyles An exciting year for both our girls💕

annetwist I love your matching outfits🥰❤️

the.daisytomlinson 🩷🩷🩷

niallhoran Can’t wait for my Christmas visit xx

louteasdale my heart🥹

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daniellepeazer sweethearts💞

markyyferris Aww darlings🥹💕

louisfan Grace has light hair like the Tomlinsons🥹🥰

harryfan it still surprises me in 2024 that Harry is married to Louis sister and they have a baby!!

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ynstyles 2am selfie because this mama was craving tea and toast🤰🏼 view all 11,922 comments

louist91 Poor Harold looks half asleep!!

gemmastyles I don’t miss those 2am cravings😂😂

annetwist Hope you’re getting plenty of rest my love🩷

lottietomlinson I bet you woke Harry up to make it too🤦🏼‍♀️😂

marktommo1111 You two make me laugh😂😂❤️❤️

niallhoran I don’t mind babysitting Grace if you both need some rest ❤️

the.daisytomlinson You always eat tea and toast?😂

harryfan7 dreamy😛

harryfan5 HARRY😍😍😍

ynrryfan How good does Harry look even at 2am😫😍

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ynstyles our type of date nights🤎 view all 6,892 comments

annetwist Save some for me☺️

jefezoff Keeping my job easy😅😂

zoesugg Omg these looks amazing😍

j_corden Look at you two all grown up😂

mitchrowland Send me and Sarah the recipe please!!

the.daisytomlinson Can we make these together for Christmas plsssss🥰

louteasdale how times change ey? from being caught making out to baking gingerbread😂

harryfan4 the dream date night💙

harryfan7 ❤️❤️❤️

ynrryfan LOVE YOU BOTH❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️🩷

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harrystyles ❤️

niallhoran Aww cuties xx

zayn Beautiful photo🖤

annetwist Absolutely precious💞

thephoebetomlinson your bump🥹🥹

the.daisytomlinson can’t wait for another niece or nephew🤍

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markyyferris I’ve never seen a more stunning couple☺️❤️

harryfan2 they’re so love in love😫

harryfan8 Anyone else see these two and realise how single they are??!!

louisfan9 Tell Louis I love him🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

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lottietomlinson our babies🥹🥰

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lewisburton ❤️

the.daisytomlinson aunties babies😫🥹

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annetwist Awww memories to last a lifetime❤️

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ynstyles A huge happy birthday to the best brother and uncle that us girls could wish for!🥳🎈

Louis, my older brother, my best friend and one of my favourite people! Have the best day and we can’t wait to celebrate with you later❤️

The absolute best uncle to Grace and watching your bond grow is priceless. Grace can’t wait for birthday cuddles and more belly laughs because your the funniest person she knows🩷

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[niniwritesxo]

Hi nini! I love your content and was wondering if you could possibly write about Nam gyu or thanos (cuz they’re both junkies) x reader trying ac!d for the first time together in his room?? Thank you!!

warnings: mentions of drugs, (i aged nam-gyu down, you guys are both around 20/21) and a tiny thanos cameo x

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never in a million you years you would’ve imagined this scenario but there you were.

trying acid for the first time in nam-gyu’s room.

‘‘where did you even get this?’’ you ask curiously looking at the small piece of paper in his hand.

‘‘don’t worry y/n, they are safe’’ nam-gyu responds looking up at you reassuring you.

‘‘okay so these are called blotters, you just place it on your tongue and shallow it after a few minutes’’ he starts explaining, taking the paper out of the bag showing it off.

‘‘ready for it doll?’’ he asks you smiling at you.

seeing nam-gyu this calm kinda freaks you out, you are about to do hard-drugs and he is acting like everything is okay.

sure you’ve tried some things, mostly at parties. nam-gyu or su-bong, (also known as thanos) sometimes brought these new drugs to try out.

a few months earlier

‘‘yooo look at these beauties’’ the purple headed boy said walking towards the duo.

you and nam-gyu look up at him holding a bottle with colourful pills.

‘‘..so what do we think?’’ su-bong asks grinning.

‘‘fuck yeah’’ nam-gyu answers grabbing the bag out of his hands and walking over towards the couch.

present

you are currently sitting on nam-gyu’s bed, sitting across him.

you look around the room nervously spotting pokémon and anime figurines, oh my good you are doing drugs with an actual geek.

‘‘here’’ he speaks up suddenly, handing you a tiny piece of paper.

then the boy starts counting down, meaning you have to take this pill in about 10 seconds.

fuck.

‘‘okay go’’ he says, placing the tiny piece of paper on his tongue.

he reaches out to grab your hand, trying to assure you everything will be fine.

after about 20 minutes of not feeling anything we decided to watch a movie, so there you were laying next to nam-gyu watching spiderman.

a few moments later you decide to grab your phone but before you can grab your phone you freeze.

‘‘oh my god’’ you yelp, looking at your own hand.

‘‘what?’’ nam-gyu asks sitting up a little more, looking at you with a concerned face.

you quickly put up your hand showing nam-gyu what you are seeing right now.

‘‘oh my god nam-gyu why do i have 7 fingers’’ you speak up seriously scared, where the fuck did those two fingers come from?

the boy bursts out laughing, holding his stomach.

‘‘y/n omg, what are you talking ab-’’ he starts before you cut him off.

‘‘don’t laugh! i am fucking ter-’’ you start, looking at the boy who is still laughing at you.

nam-gyu scoots over to you and grabs your hand, he brings his hand to yours.

you stare at his hand, counting the fingers on his hand and realize you have to same amount.

what the fuck?

you swear you saw seven fingers on your hand a few seconds ago.

‘‘y/n you are fine i promise, it’s the acid’’ he says locking his fingers into yours, holding your hand.

‘‘h-how are you not freaking out right now?’’ you ask the boy shaking your head.

he grabs your face with the same grin from before, ‘‘you don’t have to worry about me baby, i know what i am doing’’.

it feels like you are floating, it’s hard to describe but it’s like you are on this cloud. it’s actually kind of relaxing when you try to focus on good things.

when you look at nam-gyu you notice he is just focused on the things in his room, trying to stay calm and have a good trip.

he notices you staring and places his hand on your thigh, wondering what is going on in your head right now.

‘‘you good mhm?’’ he asks, scooting closer by the second.

it still feels like you are floating, this euphoric feeling is the best thing you’ve ever experienced. you notice nam-gyu scooting over and you decide to play in on it.

there you were, centimeters apart from the boy who looks annoyingly good right now.

the world around you faded as he lifted his hand, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. his fingers lingered, tracing the line of your jaw before cupping your cheek. you leaned into his touch, your heartbeat racing as your eyes fluttered shut.

nam-gyu closed the space between the two of you, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that stole your breath. the kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, like you had all the time in the world. your hands found his shoulders, then slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

‘‘hey nam-gyu, did you steal my weed it’s fine if you-’’ a voice speaks up.

su-bong walks into nam-gyu’s room complaining about losing his weed, he doesn’t even bother to look up.

and when he does he can’t believe what he is seeing.

‘‘oh my fucking god no way-’’ he says shocked.

his two friends making out and the worst part?

he wasn’t invited.

when nam-gyu hears the voice he immediately falls of his bed, spotting his best friend.

you look up at the scene and cover your face with a pillow, embarassed.

‘‘dude? what the fuck are you doing here?’’ nam-gyu yells, getting up from the ground.

‘‘bro you have me your keys a few months ba- no no don’t change the subject dipshit’’ the purple haired boy speaks up still not believing his eyes.

‘‘omg kill me’’ you speak up wanting to disappear, you look up at su-bong awkwardly smiling at him.

‘‘it was uh-’’ nam-gyu starts, trying to explain what his friend just saw.

‘‘the acid! we uh- yeah we were uh-’’ you say trying to find a good excuse.

su-bong looks at the two of you, trying to see if one of you is lying.

‘‘…whatever, do y’all want to watch naruto?’’ he says plopping down on the bed next to you.

no way that just happened

——-

i hope you enjoyed it! i kinda made it into a comedy lmao, thank you for the request cutie <3

(english is not my first language, if you spot any mistakes my apologies)

[gamereign]

𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐆𝐈’𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   ‘ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒 ’ .   from honda and jounouchi after the fateful run - in with   ushio   to many other friends who have   COME   &   GONE ,   yuugi has made himself into a safe place for  WEARY - HEARTED SOULS   to rest ,   be it for a moment or the 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 .   thus ,   when he’d crossed paths with yudias on his way back from one of the small warehouses   kame game   shares with other local businesses ,   he couldn’t have   hoped   to just pass him by ,   even if such a thing were in his nature .   something about the   PUZZLED BUT OPTIMISTIC   look in his bright ,   youthful eyes felt familiar :   almost like something yuugi had once seen in a mirror . 

          he’d been expecting to   OFFER DIRECTIONS   or provide whatever assistance he could to point the   starry - eyed youth   wherever he needed to go ,   but instead ,   they’d ended up talking rather extensively about a   SHARED LOVE FOR GAMES   once the topic regarding the   contents of the box   yuugi had been transporting came into question .   

          naturally ,   yuugi saw it sensible to invite yudias back to the store to show him some of its   charmingly quaint wares ,   figuring it could be a fun detour during his visit to domino .   he hadn’t offered too many details ,   but yuugi can tell that yudias is   FAR FROM HOME ,   and given the dimension - bending experiences he’s had thus far ,   along with   housing an ancient spirit within his physical form   for a number of formative years ,   yuugi thinks he may have developed a   SIXTH SENSE   for detecting   𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 .

          but that’s neither here nor there .   instead ,   he’s focused on making sure yudias is comfortable ,   giving a   HUMBLE GIGGLE   as he slips the keys to the shop back into his pocket and sets the box he’d been carrying onto one of the counters ,   rendering his hands free .   ���   well ,   most of this is my grandpa’s stuff ,   actually ,   ”   he explains ,   slinking behind the counter to turn on a few lights .   he doesn’t want patrons to think the shop is still open ,   hence why he leaves the   front door locked ,   but it would be difficult to show yudias anything in the dark .   “   he’s very well - traveled ,   and has collected lots of cool stuff over the years .   i was always the most interested in his   duel monsters cards ,   ”   again ,   he chuckles ,   scratching lightly at a pale cheek with nails painted with   𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 ,   “   but he’s got a lot of awesome things from all over the world .   i wish i could introduce you two ,   but he’s away .   ”

          yuugi leans over the counter ,   contemplating what to show first ,   when he notices something   GLEAMING   in yudias’ hands .   he slants a little closer ,   spotting what appears to be a   TOY SPACESHIP   of some kind   ━━━━   but the model is   incredibly detailed ,   with craftsmanship he hasn’t encountered from even the finest collectible crafters in   all of japan .   “   hey ,   what’ve you got there ??   ”   he asks ,   violet eyes   ALIGHT   with intrigue .   “   d’you mind if i take a look ??   ”

@gamereign

Sometimes things don't go how you plan them. That was something the Velgearian knew all too well. His initial plan to meet up with Zuwijo's unit in the center of the cluster had been derailed by the sudden appearance of a wormhole, transporting himself and his spaceship Valvelgear and the 8.8 million countrymen to this new place that was like the Earth he knew but not at the same time. It was a confusing situation to be sure, he must admit.

But hope was not lost! For he had met a new earthling comrade in this strange but familiar place, much like the twins and the UTS employees he had bonded with previously, who showed him kindness. Ever one to be grateful, Yudias intends to return the favor in however way he can! However, first it appears the shorter human was taking him back to his home, a building with the words 'Kame Game' across the top he noticed right away as they entered inside.

And once inside, his teal hues lit up like a star in excitement of everything that surrounded him. A child at heart, as always.

"Ah! Yuugi, your home is full of so many incredible treasures!" He says as he walks around from corner to corner of the store, staring at everything he sees as if it were a new card. "To think all of them are gathered in one place...You must have traveled to many places!"

[pontevoix]

hc + nobara + ambitions from here | from @jikangairodo

nobara kugisaki | ambition

i.  professional 

as  far  as  nobara  can  tell,  her  family  had  been  situated  in  the  same  god  forsaken  town  for  centuries.  when  she  was  seven,  the  town  made  sense  —  she  hadn’t  been  tempted  by  the  prospect  of  the  external  world;  she  hadn’t  been  fully  convinced  that  there  was  a  world  outside  of  her  town.

it  was  home  ——  home  was  a  town  wrapped  in  a  basin  of  surrounding  mountains  green.  the  trees  always  towered,  &  it  was  always  cold.  home  was  the  way  that  she  could  tell  what  color  the  sky  would  turn  before  it  snowed,  the  way  that  her  father  sometimes  let  her  trail  behind  him  when  he  went  to  chop  wood.  it  was  home  in  the  way  that  the  grocer  down  the  street  let  her  pluck  an  apple  (  for  free  !  )  from  the  pile  of  produce.

people  knew  her  &  they  accepted  her.

&  her  family  was  old  in  the  region  —  so  they  knew  her  grandmother,  they  know  the  fortune  that  generations  of  her  family  have  been  reported  to  bring.

people  knew  her  &  they  accepted  her.

fortune  takes  a  lot  of  shapes.  it  was  easy  for  people  to  treat  her  like  she  is  a  good  omen,  but  it’s  harder  to  form  concrete  expectations.  no  one  in  the  town  put  too-much  expectations  on  her.  no  one  demanded  that  she  make  her  profession  look  a  certain  way.

vaguely,  her  mother  kept  pointing  towards  her  own  mother  as  a  resource  instead.  technically,  nobara’s  grandmother  was  busy  &  traveled  to  surrounding  areas  so  it  was  hard  to  take  too  much  reference  from  her  —  but  nobara  supposes  that  she  apprenticed  under  her  grandmother.  she  supposes  that  her  grandmother  is  one  of  those  figures  who  emerges  larger  than  life  —  someone  that  was  gifted  to  be  a  force  of  nature,  someone  who  was  instead  self  built.  she  is  a  force,  &  nobara  admires  that.

but  she  feels  bitter  sometimes  though.  her  grandmother  never  tells  her  to  stop  talking,  to  be  quite  —  but  she  has  a  way  of  imposing  ?  of  teaching  things  that  they  should  be  done  without  discussion  ?  her  grandmother  leaves  a  lot  of  room  for  rejection,  but  nobara  learns  regardless.

she’s  strong  enough  that  she  can  take  on  local  work  &  do  it  well.

she’s  strong  enough  that  she  plans  to  make  tokyo  her  own.

&  she  echoes  her  grandmother  in  the  smug  confidence  that  tokyo  will  be  no  match  for  her.

—  she  disagrees  with  her  grandmother,  though,  about  what  happens  after  tokyo.  the  plan  is  for  her  to  return  to  her  town,  to  keep  up  with  centuries  of  her  family’s  fortune.

nobara  has  told  them  she’d  rather  not,  that  she’d  rather  risk  her  life  elsewhere.

the  problem  with  living  in  the  middle  of  the  mountains  is  that  she  can’t  see  what  the  mountains  look  like  from  a  distance.  the  longer  she  stays  in  town,  the  longer  she  feels  as  though  she’s  losing  perspective.

nobara  doesn’t  have  a  firm  plan  for  her  professional  life  beyond  living  where  she  wants  to,  shopping  where  she  wants  to,  &  choosing  a  place  where  she  can  choose  the  company  she  keeps.

she  likes  strength  &  greatness,  but  she  never  strives  to  be  a  legend  —  she  never  plans  to  be  a  force  of  nature  (  she’s  something  self-built  )  but  she  plans  on  being  a  force.

ii.  social

when  she  starts  high  school,  she  learns  quite  quickly  that  maybe  she’s  different.  her  classmates  exist  on  two  sides  of  the  scale.  on  one  hand,  megumi  has  been  deep  into  sorcerer  hierarchy.  he’s  claims  some  sort  of  teenage  angst  (  or  so  nobara  has  told  him  ).  on  the  other  hand,  itadori  only  knew  normal  life.  he  borders  on  desperately  naive.

their  experiences  don’t  match  her  own.  which  makes  sense.  they’re  three  wide-set  points  of  life  experiences.  however,  she  supposes  that  she  had  more  of  the  opportunity  to  merge  her  life  as  a  sorcerer  &  her  life  as  a  person  —  more  so  than  megumi,  more  so  than  itadori.

she’s  sympathetic,  &  she’s  not  particularly  patient.  she  sticks  her  tongue  out  when  megumi  says  something  stupid,  &  she  elbows  itadori  when  she  thinks  that  they’re  sharing  a  common  thought.

even  if  she’s  different,  she  had  heard  things  about  previous  cohorts  at  the  tokyo  jujutsu  school.  when  the  school  extended  their  invitation  for  her  enrollment,  they  had  to  tell  her  about  the  mortality  rate.

starting  as  a  sorcerer  in  the  city  meant  that  there  was  an  increased  risk  of  losing  one’s  own  life,  of  watching  a  peer  die.

she  refuses  to  let  that  impact  her.  she  refuses  to  be  weak,  to  feel  weak.  it  doesn’t  matter  so  much  if  people  see  her  as  weak  or  not,  because  she  is  confident  in  her  ability  to  correct  their  misconception.

for  the  record:  she  did  not  let  herself  be  weak  when  she  forged  the  friendships  she  did  in  her  hometown  —  she  compromised  no  parts  of  herself;  defiantly,  she  hid  none  of  herself.  she  cried  when  saori  left  because  she  felt  indignant.  she  cried  visibly  when  saori  left  because  it  did  not  feel  weak  to  show  something  that  couldn’t  be  ignored.

she  did  not  let  herself  be  weak  when  she  bowed  herself  out  of  her  hometown,  when  she  forged  ahead.

from  her  friendships,  nobara  aims  to  grow  stronger.  she  hopes  to  make  someone  else  stronger.  no  matter  the  price.

iii.  personal

maybe  there’s  a  performative  part  of  who  she  is?  she  tends  to  wave  away  softness  &  sadness  sometimes,  even  though  she  likes  soft  things  (  not  sad  things.  only  weirdos  likes  sad  things  ).  sometimes  she  conflates  dismissing  softness  &  dismissing  the  more  feminine  parts  of  her,  &  it’s  obnoxious  because  she  doesn’t  want  to  do  that.

there  have  always  been  sideways  questions  when  the  people  in  her  town  warned  her  that  maybe  she  was  hurting  her  femininity  with  her  scraped  knees  &  sunburns  &  calluses  on  her  hands.  they  warned  her  that  she  spoke  like  a  man,  although  they  had  to  concede  that  nobara  (her  grandmother’s  legacy)  had  maybe  earned  the  right  to  do  speak  as  she  wanted.

no  one  really  gave  her  trouble,  but  no  one  ever  said  she  was  doing  femininity  right,  either.

if  she  was  going  to  be  a  good  omen  for  a  town,  then  maybe  she  had  to  be  a  little  less  of  what  she  should  be.

it  was  a  a  mountain  town,  though.  &  then  nobara  found  more  of  the  same  in  the  city  (  only  a  little  )  when  a  peer  from  kyoto  asks  nobara  if  she  understands  what  is  expected  of  the  sorcerers  who  are  not  seen  as  men.

nobara  spit  on  the  ground  that  day,  she  wiped  at  the  back  of  her  mouth.  &  then  she  had  been  out  of  commission  when  the  special  grade  curse  had  attacked  the  school  &  itadori.

learning  this  nearly  made  her  scream.

she  likes  soft  things.  she  doesn’t  like  sad  things.  she  does  associate  the  softness  with  the  feminine  parts  of  her,  &  she  has  never  felt  that  she  needed  to  do  anything  different  to  be  a  woman  in  jujutsu.

but  maybe  there’s  a  performative  part  of  who  she  is  ?  when  she  waves  away  softness  &  sadness,  she  showcases  something  more  abrasive  &  efficient.  in  hindsight,  it  might  be  a  matter  of  pacing.  she  likes  to  go  fast  —  &  she  feels  more  confident  in  instrumenting  change  when  she  performs  herself  with  a  little  less  of  the  vulnerability  that  comes  from  softness  or  sadness.

nobara  likes  both  parts  of  herself  —  the  abrasive  &  the  soft.  she  wants  to  get  better  at  figuring  out  how  to  be  both  at  the  same  time.  if  she  manages  that,  then  maybe  she’ll  be  a  little  less  restless  —  a  little  more  at  peace.

besides  that,  if  she  manages  that  —  then  maybe  she’ll  find  it  easier  to  cement  her  place  in  her  circle  of  friends  (  chosen  family  ),  to  settle  into  the  friendships  that  she  has  chosen  &  that  have  chosen  her  —  without  feeling  that  she’ll  have  to  leave,  without  feeling  that  she  hastens  compromise  pieces  of  herself.  that’s  what  it  is  to  make  someone  stronger,  to  let  someone  make  you  stronger  too.

it  would  be  great,  eventually,  to  get  to  a  place  where  she  permits  the  intimacy  of  vulnerability  in  friendships  &  the  like.  until  then,  she  strings  friendships  on  threads  of  1)  trust  of  life  2)  trust  of  death  3  )  in-between  moments  4  )  company  that  makes  you  feel  better  ?

it  would  be  great,  eventually,  to  get  to  a  place  where  nobara  claims  a  weakness  as  a  strength.

she’s  not  yet  there.  at  sixteen,  nobara  wants  for  her  to  be  the  person  she  wants  to  be.

no  more  &  no  less.