#should not have been in the cards like At All actually

[cutiefulism]

cw. gojo is a munch, reader is permanently annoyed by him, gojo is permanently annoying, office!au, not proofread, im so tired 🥀🥀 not proud of this at all

gojo is the most annoying coworker you have met in your life. actually, the most annoying man you have met in your life, and that’s really saying something. your dating repertoire isn’t the most successful.

which would normally be fine. you deal with annoying people on the daily — it’s your job, after all. you simply force a smile on your face, strengthen the glare in your eyes, sharpen your tone, and they usually get the point. and if it’s over the phone, you usually just tell them you’ll call back and hang up. (you won’t.)

but gojo . . you can’t exactly hang up on him or tell him to fuck off.

no, because not only are you two coworkers, your cubicles are right beside each other’s. it just gives him easy access to get on your damn nerves, and both you and he knows that he loves it.

when he’s being loud on the phone during your lunch break? you hear it.

if he wants to ask you a question that could definitely be sent in an email? he’s rolling his chair out of his cubicle and right into yours, like he doesn’t have long, perfectly functioning legs.

and don’t let you be getting up to go print something. he’ll send you on a whole journey: grab his things off the printer, too, then stop by the break room and grab his kikufuku, oh, and then could you get him something to drink? you don’t know why you even listen to him — might have something to do with how he so blindly trusts you with his black card . .

sadly, gojo annoying you isn’t just limited to his proximity to you, either.

even when you aren’t in the office, he’s making your eye twitch. calling you for things that could definitely be in an email, then wasting your time by yapping your damn ear off when he is on the phone. it’s gotten to the point you just let the phone ring, and even then, he’ll yap in your voicemails, too.

he just talks so fucking much.

and one day, you just can’t put up with anymore bullshit. clients and partners have been aggravating, your pc is glitching, and you have a throbbing headache.

per usual, gojo rolls into your cubicle, that charming, sly smile tugging at his lips. “hey, can you get my—” a pause, and his brows furrow when he notices the sheer irritation on your face. “who pissed in your cereal? ooh, wait, don’t tell me — you got dumped?”

. . .

“gojo, shut the fuck up. holy shit.”

he blinks, snow-white lashes fluttering as the smile falls from his face. this is the first time you’ve snapped at him. like, ever.

and it’s shameful how he feels his pants get a little tighter.

it’s not that gojo hasn’t seen you angry before. he has, whether it be overhearing a phone call through the thin wall separating your cubicles or seeing you subtly snap at some arrogant, snobbish prick during a meeting, but this . . this is different.

you’ve never been genuinely angry at him. and he likes it a lot more than he should.

the grin pops right back up on that stupidly handsome face, cerulean eyes twinkling as he tilts his head. “make me.”

there is a way to shut the notorious gojo satoru up.

and that, oddly enough, is with your pussy.

broad hands keep your thighs parted for his big ass head and aggravating mouth. your slacks are discarded somewhere on the conference room floor, and your blouse is pushed up while your bra is tugged down, leaving your tits free for him to fondle and grope. which he did plenty of earlier, until you got impatient.

you’re a demanding woman, and gojo— correction, satoru adores it.

that tongue, which you were sure was only good for annoying the general human populace, is surprisingly skilled, lapping up every possible drop of your slick and plunging deep into your hole. he’s devouring you like the sweetest pie he’s ever had, and you can’t help but moan from behind your hand.

“mmf, shit . .”

subtle praise that has satoru laughing against your mound, sending vibrations right to your puffy clit and arching your traitorous hips further into his face. he likely can’t breathe down there, but, fuck, he deserves it.

getting on your nerves, constantly demanding petty tasks of you . . he’s been a pain in your ass since day one.

your free hand fists those soft white tufts, and you yank him forward as you start to grind against his face, chasing that pleasure, that need both you and him know is building in your gut.

“i-i can’t believe this is — ngh — what it takes to shut you up,” you huff, half-lidded eyes glaring down at him.

satoru, of course, says nothing, just licking a stripe up your drooling cunt and latching his lips onto your clit.

if only you knew how hard his cock is.

he thinks this has to be the most painful hard-on of his life, worse than the one when you wore that dangerously short skirt. it’s a miracle you didn’t catch him rubbing one out.

not one of his proudest moments, for sure, but what you don’t know can’t hurt you, right?

“hah— you’re s-so desperate, it’s pathetic. bet you been wanting to do this forever— ungh!”

forever isn’t long enough to describe how long he’s waited.

satoru isn’t even supposed to be in this position. he’s overqualified, something that he easily had the hiring manager gloss over with a few tweaks to his resume.

the power of money and nepotism.

but you’re right. it is pathetic, and he’s pathetic, chasing after your attention like a stray mutt.

alas, satoru wouldn’t want it any other way.

his hand shifts, and the flat of his thumb starts to swirl little hearts onto your clit as his tongue does a cursory swirl before delving back inside.

it’s almost scary how good he is at this — who the hell tolerated him long enough to willingly let him in their bed?

well, you, technically, but this isn’t your bed. it’s the conference room, which . . actually, is much worse.

something you don’t get to dwell on long as your orgasm sneaks up on you.

your back curves into the most delicious arch, hand practically shoving satoru’s face against your sopping, gushing pussy, and your eyes slide all the way back. your teeth sink into the meat of your palm, and it barely stifles your broken up moan of his name.

not his family name, but his given one, and he swears to god that it is the most beautiful sound ever produced on this fucking planet.

you are the most beautiful thing on this planet.

satoru lets you ride out your high until your breathing stabilizes and your hold on his hair loosens.

he pulls his face back, chin and lips glossy with a mix of your juices and his saliva, and rests his head on your stomach.

“god, i can’t wait to get inside you next . .”

your hand comes down to shove at his head, and he chuckles. “please shut up again.”

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Wondering if you have any headcanons for what jobs the kids pursued when they got older

Hi!!

So l actually haven't put much thought into this (I probably should) as I don't currently have a "post cannon" middle ground between the show and PC (pre-teen/teen/young adult) so I'll just give you their most used occupations in my "incredibly scuffed clashing with cannon" aus :)

Stan - Anything revolving around animals or child education. Veterinary, wildlife rescue/rehab, music teacher, world history teacher. I highkey pulled the world history one out of my ass. I just remembered all the epics and legends I learned in that course and I feel like Stan would be all over that

Kyle - Law, child psychology, music, art. Law for obvious reasons, yes follow in your fathers footsteps not because you want to be like him but because you want to be BETTER than him (sorry gang, I hate Gerald as much of some of yall hate Randy). Child Psychology is pretty widely accepted by everyone it sense for Kyle to want to help kids (add in watching his friends go through childhood trauma and not being able to do anything about it as a motivator and the story is chefs kiss) some of my Kyle's would KILL to have this job but I fuck them over a little to much and they can't (sorry bb, I love you I swear). Hear me out: slutty indie singer Kyle and his shitty band of childhood trauma repressors to challenge Crimson Dawn, PEAK rivals to lovers. I have no clue why but I’ve been chipping away at a starving artists au since May and bpd artist icon Kyle has lived rent free in my head ever since

Kenny - Paramedic, doctor, firefighter, scientist. I LIVE for Kenny getting high stakes jobs that match his high stakes life style so I feel he’d excel at jobs where he’d have to get creative on spot. I also adore the smart Kenny who still acts like a himbo thing. PC, he’s a smart little freak and I love that

Cartman - CEO or entrepreneur. I will always be a sucker for self made business man Cartman wether he’s an antagonist or protagonist. I think it adds so much to his character. Either he’s the antagonist and does some fucked up shit to the protagonist (typically Kyle or Butters let’s be so fr) and an issue for the plot is no one believes them since he’s held in such a good light by the community. OR the antagonist is a higher power and by helping the protagonist, his playing all his cards and risking loosing EVERYTHING

Butters - Baker. I’m sorry, he deserves all good things and the Vic Chaos plot doesn’t really do it for me. I want to give him a cute little bakery to just relax and decompress from that traumatic ass childhood

Craig - Astronomer, racing, detective, forensic pathologist. I feel like the first two are pretty self explanatory lmfaoo. And Kivea and acreekinthenight turned me on the other two. Craig having a high risk, stress heavy job really allows more character development and lore opportunities

Tweek - I’m guilty of criminally negligent my little meth addict and I think the only job I’ve given him is keyboardist for Crimson Dawn. Kinda wanna give him a gun and see what happens

Clyde & Tolkien - Film/screen play writing, club owners. Now these aren’t the only jobs I write for them. I’ve got plenty of separate ones but ever since I started the SDAU, I live for them working together in the film industry. And they’re literally THE club owners. Chaotic as fuck but the

Jimmy - Comedian. Let the king keep his crown bro. I could never cut the comedy aspect out

Wendy - Something in politics or child education. Wendy for president man, she’d have my vote. Also I could picture her and Kyle working at the same school. They’d gossip so much smh

Bebe - SALON OWNER BEBE MY LOVE!!! Let her be an independent business woman and still kind of a bimbo

[ruksanada]

So my hand slipped... New chapter

Chapter two

Enjoy a snippet~

They were nearing the end of their shift, just an hour left until they could clock out and go home. It was quiet, the rush had long since died down, and Robin had taken it upon herself to talk his ear off while he sat there, still trying to wrap his head around the absolute disaster that was his life.

“Look… what if he was just as drunk?” Steve finally said, breaking his own silence.

Robin rolled her eyes so hard he was surprised they didn’t get stuck that way. “I really don’t think that's the case… Well he was drunk but he was all over you, just go ask him out… I don’t think I’ll have to add it to the ‘you suck tally’”.

Steve scoffed, wiping down the counter with a little more force than necessary. “Not funny and it’s not the same, alright? He’s a guy. I can’t just, you know… ask.”

Robin let out a short laugh. “Dingus… I don’t even think you have to ask, he’s down bad for you… Just tell him when and where”

Steve shot her a glare before quickly changing the subject. “What about you, huh? You gonna ask Heather out?”

Robin pursed her lips, clearly trying to hide her amusement.

“Well, unlike you boys, we actually talked about it last night.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me, band geek out-gaming me? But I don’t buy that you were the one to ask.”

Robin let out a huff. “Okay, yeah, maybe she led the conversation, but the point is, I played my cards right, and now I have a date.” She smirked. “Meanwhile, King Steve is too chicken to deal with his feelings.”

Steve groaned, throwing the rag onto the counter. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” she said brightly, popping a bubble with her gum.

Before Steve could come up with a decent comeback, the bell above the door jingled, and his stomach immediately twisted into knots.

Because, of course, walking into Scoops Ahoy like he owned the place, was Billy Hargrove.

And right behind him, looking just as confident, was Heather.

Steve felt his pulse spike. Billy was wearing a white Everlast crop top, sunglasses hanging off the collar, and the pair of denim jeans that should be illegal. Looking every bit like he had just stepped off the cover of some trashy magazine. Heather, meanwhile, shot a knowing glance at Robin, lips curling into a smirk as she casually leaned against the counter.

Robin leaned toward Steve without looking away from the two newcomers. “Oh, this is gonna be fun”.

Steve knew the way he swallowed was audible. 

God, they were both models. It was unfair.

Heather gave Robin a knowing look before casually wandering to the far end of the counter, giving them space, not that Steve had any clue what to do with it.

Billy, of course, was the first to speak. “How’s it hanging, pretty boy?” His voice was syrupy smooth, dripping with amusement, like he already knew exactly what effect he had on Steve. Because, of course, he did.

Steve rolled his shoulders back, trying to play it cool, even as his brain short-circuited. “Pretty sure you already know how it hangs.” He forced his usual cocky smirk, gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping him tethered. “Is that what you came in for? Or are you actually here for ice cream?”

Billy let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “How’d you know I wanted something hot in my mouth?” He bit his bottom lip, looking Steve up and down, and, oh, no. No, no, no.

Steve’s heart slammed against his ribs, and he nearly choked on his own breath. Because now he knew. There was no mistaking this for just their usual posturing. No pretending it wasn’t flirting, or whatever the hell they’d been doing before. And now that he knew, it was so much harder to brush off.

In for a penny, in for a pound. 

Steve rested his elbows on the counter, tilting his head as he let his smirk linger. “That so? Pretty bold of you to assume you could handle me.” His voice was light, casual, but the warmth creeping up his neck betrayed him.

Billy’s grin widened, all teeth and confidence. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t assume.” He let the words settle between them, watching Steve like he already had him figured out. “I know.”

Steve raised a brow, fighting the way his stomach twisted. “Big talk,” he mused. “You planning on backing it up?”

Billy let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head like he almost couldn’t believe Steve was actually playing along. His fingers tapped against the counter, a slow, steady rhythm, before he leaned in, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down Steve’s spine.

“Quarry. Tonight. Me, some drinks, some weed…” His gaze flickered over Steve’s face, searching for something, an answer, a reaction, anything.

Steve hesitated not because he didn’t want to go, but because Billy knew he wanted to go. And he wanted Billy to suffer a little for it. But the pause must have stretched a second too long because, for the first time tonight, Billy’s confidence wavered.

Billy’s brows knit together, something unspoken flickering across his face before he scoffed, like he was trying to cover up the fact that he’d just given away too much. “It’s a small town. I get it.” His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before he tilted his head, voice a little rougher now. “Bring Robin. I’ll bring Heather. Call it a double date.”

Steve didn’t know Billy could be cute, but the way his hand drifted to the back of his neck, fingers rubbing absently like he wished he could take it back, the way his jaw clicked as he clenched it just a little too tight. Cute.

But Steve wasn’t about to let him stew in it. He leaned in just slightly, letting his pinky graze against Billy’s hand, a featherlight touch that made his pulse spike. “Better not disappoint, California,” he murmured, letting his smirk curl slow and easy. “Talkin’ a big game. Too big game.”

Billy’s grin was back in an instant sharp and all for him. It lit up his whole damn face, like Steve had just handed him exactly what he wanted on a silver platter. His tongue ran along his teeth, and his eyes dragged over Steve in a way that sent heat curling low in his stomach.

“Oh, I know, King Steve,” he purred, and shit. That voice. That look. It reminded him of how Billy used to break every unspoken rule in the locker room, how he’d watch Steve too closely, too openly, like he was enjoying it a little too much. Back then, Steve had chalked it up to some weird power play, another way to get under his skin. But now? Now it seemed like Billy had just been doing it for his own damn pleasure.

Steve huffed out a breath, shaking his head to ground himself. “You want some ice cream or not?”

Billy’s smirk deepened, and he leaned in just enough to make Steve’s breath hitch, enough for him to smell the faint trace of cigarettes and cheap cologne. “That depends,” Billy drawled, tilting his head like he was considering something. “You gonna feed it to me, pretty boy?”

Steve felt his ears burn. He rolled his eyes and turned, stepping toward the freezer draw like he needed a second to breathe. He’s doing it on purpose. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He immediately was back in control unfazed by his previous falter.

“Yeah, no, I don’t get paid enough for that” Steve scoffed, pulling the door open, gesturing to the options he had. Billy rolled his eyes but wandered over looking in, pointing at the boysenberry. Steve grinned a he started to scoop the ice cream into a cone  “Figures you’d like flavour with boy in the title” 

Billy made a show of looking him up and down, slow and deliberate, like he was already undressing him in his head. He held his hand up to his chest in mock offence “And what are you implying, Pretty boy?” he teased.

Steve couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him as he handed Billy the ice cream over the counter “You tell me, California,” Steve shot back, letting his fingers linger just a second too long as Billy took the cone from him. He tilted his head, watching as Billy licked at the melting ice cream, slow and deliberate.

Billy raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You sure you don’t wanna feed it to me?”

Steve huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’d have to start tipping for that.”

Before Billy could fire back, Heather strolled over, ice cream in hand, rolling her eyes. “God, you’re both such dorks,” she said, grabbing Billy by the arm. “Come on.”

Billy let her tug him away, but not before shooting one last glance over his shoulder. “Don’t be late, Harrington.” He smirked, turning on his heel and sauntering toward the door. Heather paused just long enough to throw Robin a wink before following after him.

The second they were gone, Steve exhaled sharply, running both hands through his hair like he could physically shake off whatever the hell just happened.

Robin, still perched behind the counter, propped her chin in her palm. “Oh, dingus,” she sing-songed, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “You’re so gone for him.”

Steve groaned, grabbing a napkin and launching it at her face. “Shut up.”

Robin barely flinched, too busy silently flailing, hands pressed to her cheeks like she was trying to contain a scream. “Heather,” she whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. “Heather freaking Holloway. Into girls. And into me.” She grabbed Steve’s arm, shaking him. “Do you understand how insane that is? Do you understand how hot she is?”

Steve let his head fall back with a dramatic sigh. “God, you’re unbearable.”

Truth or dare?

Basically, a double dare gone right?

BillyxSteve, RobinxHeather

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63634909

Full fic on ao3, snippet below

Steve and Robin were sprawled out on a poorly made mattress in the attic, the only usable piece of furniture in a space filled with forgotten boxes and dust-covered relics of someone else’s past. Despite the clutter, the attic was surprisingly clean: wood-panelled walls, a single lamp on the floor, and a window cracked open to let in the warm summer air.

It was the perfect hiding spot. They could still hear the music from below but at a much more manageable level where you could actually hold a conversation without needing to shout.

Robin had gotten annoyed with too much noise, too many people, too many guys who didn’t understand not interested . So Steve grabbed her hand and led her upstairs without a word. Now, she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, venting about men while Steve sat cross-legged beside her, sipping his drink like he wasn’t included in that category.

They’d been working together for three weeks, and somehow, despite everything, they just clicked . One night, after a long shift, he’d suggested a swim and some drinks at his place. He got a little too comfortable, and let slip how much he liked her. It was weird he never used to get rejected. Then suddenly, he’s working at an ice cream parlour, and every day is a fresh new rejection.

Robin had made it very clear she wasn’t interested in him in the slightest. And in typical Steve fashion, he’d tried to play it off with a joke “You just have bad taste, I’m the perfect man, obviously you must not like men.”

And that’s when it hit him like a freight train. Oh… OH! Oh… wow, I really am stupid.

He could see the panic in her face, so he reassured her right away that it was cool , that it didn’t change anything, and that he really hoped he hadn’t screwed up their friendship. Because, honestly? He needed her. His only friends couldn’t just be kids, his ex, and the guy his ex was now dating. That was way too pathetic, even for him.

Robin, to his relief, had laughed and admitted she used to hate him in school, jealous that he could hold her crush’s attention so effortlessly. And Steve, still reeling, had just shaken his head and said, “My point stands. You have bad taste. Tammy is awful.”

It had turned into a weirdly great bonding moment.

That’s why he’d insisted on dragging her to this party in the first place. To help her find a girl she could actually get with. Never mind that Robin insisted his ‘gaydar’ was absolute garbage and he was going to be zero help.

Still, he figured it was worth a shot.

Even if, at this rate, they’d spend the whole party hiding up here instead.

They’d barely settled in when the attic hatch creaked open.

“Oh, come on ,” Heather groaned from below.

Then Billy Hargrove’s smirking face appeared in the opening. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, bracing his arms on the edge. His eyes immediately locked with his “What is the scoops troop doing up here? Gunna help me sail away on a sea of flavour” he cackled.

Steve groaned. Of course, Hargrove had shown up at this party. This was going to be worse than the first time Billy came into Scoops Ahoy.

His manager was there and made sure Steve gave the whole spiel. Which Hargrove obviously had memorised. Billy was all tongue and teeth that day. His grin was borderline aggressive, his laugh sharp enough to haunt him for the next few days.

Every time he thought his life couldn’t get more embarrassment, he was proven wrong.

He wasn’t going to let Hargrove win this time.

“Yeah yeah, get on your knees, I’ve given you something to taste” he bit back.

Hargrove was biting his tongue and grinning like a goon “Aww princess, don’t tempt me with a good time”.

Heather groaned “Could you stop standing with your dick in your hand and get up there?” she said, pushing past Billy so she could get into the room. She gave a polite wave before flopping onto the mattress like she belonged there. A drink in one hand, a joint in the other. “Just needed a place to smoke without every dumbass downstairs asking for a hit.”

Billy chuckled as he hauled himself up after her, pulling the hatch shut behind him before strutting over until he was standing way too close, his belt buckle practically in Steve’s face.

Typical.

The guy was always like this, swaggering into any space like he owned it, all sharp edges and knowing grins.

Billy looked down at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gave Steve a slow once-over. Then, before Steve could even think about moving, Billy reached out, cupping his face in one rough, calloused hand. His thumb dragged over Steve’s cheekbone, slow, almost gentle.

Then came the light slap.

“I miss the purple I put there, pretty boy,” Billy murmured, voice low and amused. “Really brought out the green in your eyes, we aren’t interrupting anything are we?”

Steve groaned, batting Billy’s hand away. “Gee, thanks…Pretty eyes and all at the cost of being hit with a plate. Wasn’t even a fair fight, that’s, like… domestic abuse.”

Billy snickered, dropping onto the mattress beside him. “Yeah, well dinner wasn’t ready when I got home, was it honey …”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Why would you expect a trophy wife to cook? My job is looking pretty, sweetheart .”

Steve could see the way Billy’s face started to glow, his mouth opening to retort but Heather cut him off “If you two are done with your weird little foreplay routine, I’d like to get high”.

Robin snorted, sitting up a little as Heather was half draped over her legs. Steve gave her a suggestive brow raise, maybe there was hope for her “Hey Heather, Robin has never smoked, could you shotgun her?”.

Robin looked at him in fear not knowing what that meant “What me?”.

Heather gave a grin that rivalled Billy's; they were a match made in heaven hot, mean, and popular.

“I get to be your first” she said, shimming her shoulders a little as she looked at Robin. She placed the joint between her lips “Come on Bilbo, light me” she said. Steve let out a cackle at the nickname of course she could insult Billy with no fear of him attacking her back. “Can it, princess” he huffed. Billy leaned over lighting her joint with his zippo, closing it with a satisfying click.

Robin sat there confusion having never left her face.

Heather took a slow, deliberate drag, her eyes locked onto Robin the entire time. She pulled back just enough to let the smoke linger between her lips before tilting her head.

“C’mere, newbie,” she murmured, tapping her fingers against Robin’s chin.

Robin blinked, glancing at Steve in mild panic. “Wait, wait, what exactly is happening right now?”

Steve, still grinning like an idiot, gave her a little shove. “Relax, it’s just sharing the smoke. You’ll be fine.”

Billy scoffed, lounging back against the mattress. “Jesus, you’d think we were corrupting a kid.”

Robin shot him a glare before turning back to Heather, who was waiting patiently, lips still curled in amusement.

“Okay, uh… what do I do?” Robin asked, eyes darting between Heather’s mouth and the joint.

Heather tilted her head. “Inhale,” she said, voice low and teasing. Then, before Robin could overthink it, she leaned in, exhaling the smoke directly into her mouth.

Robin inhaled instinctively, coughing almost immediately. She smacked at Steve’s arm as he burst out laughing. “You absolute dick ,” she wheezed.

Heather just laughed, rubbing a hand down Robin’s back as she fought off the coughing fit. “Not bad for your first time,” she teased.

Robin, face slightly red, cleared her throat, laughing awkwardly.

Billy, watching with vague amusement “That was painful to watch,” he muttered.

Heather ignored Billy, stretching her legs out. She held the joint out for Steve but Billy tried to snatch it away. But before he could grab it, Heather pulled away just in time. She kicked at Billy “Behave, just let him shotgun you if you're that impatient” she huffed.

Billy groaned, holding up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine. Ladies first.”

Steve decided right then and there that he adored Heather. She had Billy whipped , not in a way that made him submissive, but in a way that forced him to play nice . It was good to see that someone could keep him in check.

Heather finally passed the joint to Steve, who took it without hesitation, twirling it between his fingers before glancing up at Billy. “C’mon, Hargrove,” he said, taking a small drag. Smoke curled around his lips as he exhaled. “Or are you afraid you’ll choke worse than Robin?”.

Robin smacked his arm. “You are insufferable .”

Billy had been sprawled out lazily on the mattress, rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite hide the grin tugging at his lips. Steve had seen that look before the challenge . Billy was competitive to his core like he thrived off conflict. It was their dynamic, constant push and pull, sharp edges pressing but never cutting .

Steve should hate him. He should be wary, after everything. But there was something about the way Billy leaned into it , how he wanted Steve to bite back. No one in school ever fought back , not like this. It made something spark beneath Steve’s skin, a live wire waiting to catch.

Billy sat up, tilting his head as if debating whether this was even worth his time. He must’ve decided yes because he leaned forward, close enough that Steve could see the blown-out pupils and the flicker of amusement in his gaze.

Steve didn’t move, just took in a slow, deep drag of the joint. Smoking was a habit now, the only way he got any real sleep after everything with the Upside Down. But this wasn’t about winding down. This was about having some fun and making Billy choke.

He barely leaned forward, just enough to force Billy to come the rest of the way, to make him be the one to invade Steve’s space.

Billy let out a quiet huff of laughter. “Alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and amused. “Give me your best.”

Steve smirked, pulling the joint from his lips. Then, closing the distance completely, he exhaled slowly and steadily, the smoke curling between them. When Billy started to shift back, thinking he was done. Steve caught his face, fingers pressing just enough to hold him there. He wanted to invade Billy’s space right back, he deserved it.

But Billy couldn’t handle it, he jerked away, coughing hard.

Which, in turn, made Steve cough when a sharp laugh ripped out of his throat. He was still the winner in this.

“Damn, California. Thought West Coast kids were supposed to be seasoned pros., can’t handle the best”.

Billy took a deep breath, trying and failing to shake it off. “If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll give you something to choke on.”

He coughed again, completely ruining the effect. “Shut up.”

But it was too late, Robin and Heather were already cracking up, and even Billy, for all his grumbling, couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.

For a moment, it was surprisingly easy between them. Like they weren’t sworn rivals. Like they weren’t supposed to hate each other.

Maybe they weren’t friends , but right now? Right now, it sure as hell felt close enough.

[mantisgodsdomain]

we all know what you hate that wasn't elaborated in bugfables (every. Thing) and which the fandom ignores.

Therefore, 21, exclusively for canon and not fanon

(Choosing Violence)

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Elizant's whole... thing honestly felt kind of poorly executed and, like... excuse-ish for us? Sure, she has a nice sob story, but we had already read the Ladybug lore books, like, in Chapter 2 or so, and we were already really inclined to agree with Leif on this new queen rubbing us the wrong way with just about all of her actions leading up to this point, and "i'm under a lot of stress" rang incredibly hollow as a result.

Sure, she's stressed. She's a queen, there's stress in that job. However, as someone who has felt the pressure to live up to expectations before, we really don't think that the pressure to live up to her mother's legacy actually excuses any of that and it makes everything the game tries to throw at us regarding "but it was okay because she felt bad about it and she's trying to fix everything" honestly feel just... incredibly shallow. Maybe it would be different for someone who didn't read the Lore Books at the first available opportunity. For us... it really makes everything regarding her sudden heel-turn into a Sympathetic Character feel pale and overhyped.

[dailyfigures]

like i said, truly fascinating people on this app!

[sentientcave]

Mood board for my latest project. Little bit of it below the cut.

You eat the lunch you packed and pull off your sweater, the noon sun warming you up enough to not need it, at least for the moment. You putt along to a new spot and try fishing again, this time catching three good sized fish. Surprising, considering the time of day, but sometimes you get lucky. You're thinking about heading back home when you spot a flash of white under the water.

You grab your camera, determined to be ready. And then a grey shape launches out of the water and into your boat, nearly capsizing it. The white orca sluices through the water next to your boat a moment later, regarding you disdainfully with one bloodshot eye. He flicks his tail as he dives again, soaking you and your passenger.

Your seal friend makes himself comfortable at the prow of the boat, entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're on thin ice, mister!" You tell him, turning back the way you'd come. Thanks to him you missed your photo and nearly went for a swim in deep water. You're pretty sure he couldn't help you out of that situation even if he wanted to, especially with a hunter swimming just below. You certainly don't want four inch teeth biting you in half.

Of course, you don't want to see your friend get eaten in front of you either. You know its the way of the ocean, but he's your little buddy.

The white orca cuts across your path again. You stop your engine, heart hammering, and grab your camera. He disappears into the depths for a moment, and then jumps a little ways away. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was showing off. You get several quick snaps that you know will be gorgeous— Water droplets catching the sun, his ghostly white body stark against the backdrop of the dark ocean. You grin at the seal, and yelp when something thumps the bottom of your boat, rocking it harshly.

Then the white orca (he needs a name, so you land on Ghost) surfaces next to you, terrifyingly close, and spits water at the seal.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, adjusting your lens for the close contact, camera shutter clicking away as you shoot pictures. Ghost eyes you, and then spits water a second time. The seal looks deeply offended, but not concerned, even with his hunter bobbing in the water a few feet away. “Aren’t you a pretty boy.”

He is pretty. A juvenile, maybe, now that you see him up close— He’s a bit small for an orca, but he’s all alone out here, no pod to speak of, and a juvenile wouldn’t survive on it’s own. As if he can hear your compliment, he creaks at you.

The seal barks back. He seems offended by Ghost’s presence. Understandable, since Ghost was trying to eat him earlier. You get a few funny snaps of the two of them regarding each other over the rim of the boat, having a conversation that you have no way of understanding. You feel a bit insane. A bit like you’re going to wake up laying in the bottom of your boat any minute, and this will all be a funny dream.

[shego1142]

Okay but like are there any resources out there about PCOS for nonbinary people?! Or for disabled people? Or people who want to adopt???

The vast overwhelming majority of pcos info is like:

“Oh you beautiful woman female girl who has horrible man making disease that makes you manly, you are afflicted with the man male drug testostepenis and it is so sad, but do not worry! With help and surgery and hormones you might still have a chance to look beautiful (and by beautiful we mean skinny and feminine) and you may even still get to make babies which is definitely something you can and should do! ☺️☺️☺️ we care about female women femininity issues!”

And what very very little info I’ve found on PCOS and trans peeps is like, written from a cis person’s viewpoint and it’s like “Lol why are you complaining, you’ll grow a beard! Isn’t that what you want?”

Like… what about the increased risk of ovarian or cervical cancer?! The increased risk of diabetes and diabetic like symptoms?

Why is the focus 90% on “don’t worry if you take these hormones we can make sure you’ll still have a baby”

That’s so not my concern right now.

[baeshijima]

precious to us from fuyugumi/winter troupe in a3! started playing and when i say i nearly cried on the train…

[hauntingblue]

I loved this movie about nami and her ex situationship reconciling and also anti capitalism

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Arcane s2 spoilers

Powder in episode 7 is so unsettling to me. They neurotypicalized my girl. She’s in regular girl clothes and has a boyfriend and a stable job and is able to think rationally and also work towards her goals and reach her potential…she’s no longer #hashtag relatable. That whole arc had me like “put it back!!!!! I need that girl to be fucking insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

[leafy-m]

So I hit my 700th edit for the WHA wiki today, because I am a totally normal person

[paula-of-christ]

it makes sense of course that you would not be able to then have a down payment if he doesn't agree to it (since it's a mutual expense too) but don't you have your own money to buy stuff that you want?

Yes and no. All of my money is his money and all of his money is my money. IE we share everything, even if we have it in our 'own' accounts, it's expected that it I need something (like gas in my car) and I don't get paid for 2 days, he pays for it. Or if we need groceries and he doesn't get paid until the end of the week, I buy them. If I want to buy something not in our budget, I generally ask him for permission to do so. He usually doesn't say no unless it would be an exorbitant espense (more than $50 or so). If I want something but can only be purchased online, I ask him to purchase it for me.

This works best for us because I work part time and sometimes don't get hours at all on days I'm scheduled to come in. For example I was scheduled yesterday, but since there was only one appointment, I didn't go in. We would have a slightly different arrangement if I was working full time, but I'd still ask permission to buy things. We also are not well off by any stretch of the imagination, as the only thing that keeps us above the poverty line is his works generous bonus system. So our budgeted monthly 'fun' money that doesn't go to savings is about $30.

[turtlemagnum]

one of my favorite parts of strategy games like chess and advance wars is that feeling when you haven't quite won yet but the enemy has no real options so it feels like you're just sloowly wrapping around them like a snake. when all your enemy has is their king and you've managed to turn 3 of your pawns into queens, and all you've gotta do is get in juust the right position, and in the meantime all they can do is squirm. god, that's such a wonderful feeling. nothing quite like it

[wqxianvents]

// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: “ENDURING LIGHT.”

This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR

first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and they’re being dorks but in a cooler way already 💃 also btw happy new year!! hope it’s been treating y’all well already :]<3

okay so i’m going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i don’t even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and i’m excited! everytime there’s a big event i always am like “ugh… not another one i have to drain energy into and it isn’t even that interesting” (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didn’t really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)

basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that they’re not having nxx be at eachother’s throats lol. (not saying the past ones weren’t good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)

this one already had me though 😭 got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp luke’s… smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little “hello, miss… uh, i mean, little boss!” LMAO that is my son!!!

ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on ‘round town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? 🤗 you love to see it

jxjddh “i didn’t ask you guys” LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: “oh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.”, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION 😭😭 i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just “oh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.” but vyn is like 😭 “okay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.”

ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. they’re silly billies.

of course we needed our typical marluke banner 🥺

“Without us, who would you team up with?” did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, “bitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT here” LMFAO

“Luke, are things at work slow lately?” 😭😭😭 i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up

i want a group event where the guys don’t butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they don’t and he’s just confused 😭

kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. they’re my babies, my lil ol family!!

ANYWAYS… we’re here. Li Hotel 🤨 && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce 🤨🤨 don’t ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss 😔💜 but who knows…

alright last two things ✨ nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same 😭 (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare 😔 marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)

anyways. last but not least, this isn’t technically apart of the prologue but it’s when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:

&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad 😭 then i had a whiplash and went “OHH THE FUCKING CARD” LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME 😞 i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)

like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i can’t remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared 😔 now this… sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME

ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESN’T SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVES…. AM I MIXING UP CARDS…. see what this event is doing to me already 😔

ojay. i’m done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now 🌚 toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)

HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]

OHHbajdhd and adding on why I’m not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vyn’s character ended up being the killer. I won’t leave my thoughts on the card but this is why I’m sus of everyone 😔

[lesenbyan]

I need to suck it up and buckle in and force myself to learn to draw

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself