#also I'm blasted as fuck again

[raymondshields]

Man, knowing that I'm less than two weeks from my last final is really shaking me because I have so many things I said I'd do after I graduate and they're very close now!!!

One of them is going to be leaving all the discord servers I don't talk in and also pruning following / friends lists like hell and back. This will allow me to finally come off invisible on discord, and it'll be nice to have discord statuses available to me again ;~;

#sg.txt #for context I do not currently feel safe coming off invisible on discord #because there's this one guy in the one uni club i was in for a while #who has some fucking grudge against me for NO REASON #and since i would like to not be accused of seriously abusing them again #(they have me mistaken for SOMEONE ELSE ENTIRELY) #i have not spoken in that server or come off invisible in months #graduating means i can leave all those servers and then the fucker can't track me down anymore #it's also why i started looking for and then changed my url #and i'll also be updating my website domain as well! #then the only thing i have left to change is my email which i can't atm #because i need gdocs still #but ugh it'll be nice. that club was a great idea until they refused to kick that person out after they levied false accusations against me #i hate not standing my ground but it was so not fucking worth it #getting rid of all that shit will be nice #like bye university friends it was fun for a bit but i'm movin on now #(boston's foreplay long time starts blasting) #actually yeah lmao my graduation playlist consists of #boston's foreplay / long time; alice cooper's school's out; piko's the glorious unseen; and megurine luka's no logic #don't need any other songs just those four #wild #in other news i got wacup working

[army-of-bee-assassins]

god i wish i didn't have some weird fucking kitchen anxiety where i can't cook dinner unless i'm home alone. normally i can meal prep in the afternoon when my landlord/housemate is at work but she's had a friend staying with us for almost two weeks (!) now who is here at literally all times. and i need to cook food to eat for dinner but i don't want to i don't want to i don't want to

#i have been given zero information about when this person will be leaving either!! #i was told she was here for thanksgiving but it is almost a week past thanksgiving now and she's still here!! #and ofc it would be rude for me to ask #she has a job tho i know she's gotta be leaving soon #also she is a perfectly pleasant person i just want to be home alone sometimes!!! #idk why i'm like this i wanna blast music or a podcast i wanna not worry about how i look or my clothes #i wanna make a mess and not worry about cleaning it immediately #i fucking miss living by myself #i've been eating frozen dinners the past two nights and i was gonna cook today #but i just didn't want to and now it's almost 5 and the landlord will be home soon #and i don't wanna eat another frozen dinner but i also can't afford to just eat out again #i think i have some ramen and that's a tolerably simple and easy thing to cook quickly #so i'll probably do that #i am gonna have to cook on friday whether people are home or not #bc i'm not gonna cook on the weekend when they are guaranteed to be here #i hate that i'm like this and i should fucking get over it but also i don't want to #i enjoy socializing outside of my home but within my home i want to be fucking by myself #j.txt

[phaltu]

I decided to do a twitter cleanse and initially, I told myself it would be that I wouldn't go on till I clocked 1k of writing for the day but my schedule has become so fucking BUSY that I'm just cutting twitter out altogether till December so that in my 5 free minutes of the day I can write my little stories

#lots of family drama that is resonating in my skull at a frequency only heard by bats and myself #work is so fucking BUSY #I have committed to taking up an old hobby on a weekly basis #I've started to hit the gym again #my cousin who I haven't seen since 97 has temporarily moved in with us #and I've been helping them get settled and apartment hunt #and taking them out and about #and im getting back in the swing of being social again so I'm doing the dinners and the picnics #and the cute trips #so either I write my little homoerotica or I get bad news blasted in my skull 100mph #in the 10 minutes I get to breathe #also the crazy amount of appointments and errands and work I gotta get done #this feels like how my life was 5 years ago...I WISH TO SLEEP

[zahra-hydris]

replaying the dragon age series has led me to the realisation that I am and will always be, before all else

a dragon age ho

#look I have some PROBLEMS with inquisition yes #some big problems even #but i'm also having a fucking blast playing it again??? just being immersed in the world again #i'm already thinking about a second full runthrough of the series #I just LOVE THESE GAMES #shut up jessica

[heffrondriving]

first big time rush drops a new song, then young royals shows up with some season 2 photos, then omar rudberg also premieres his latest single + music video, and now the whole news about kendall just to put the cherry on top of this disaster crockpot......we really out here risking our lives and losing our fucking gourds today a whole lot folks!!!!!

#my mind has entirely shut down and i'm not even kidding there's absolutely nothing in my head but a rattling plinko ball #defence mechanisms i suppose. although that doesn't stop my anxiety levels from also going full blast and making me wanna chew my skin away #what is this behaviour @ self. i just think you need to fuck off to sleep forever at this point yet we're still in this discussion table? #i promise all of the aforementioned are good things that should make me lots happy but unfortunately my synapses don't work right so just #rawrtgrhrgahagwgwhahahrgrhrhahw *goes feral on main and has to be sedated and put down* #cw blood? #do pretty girl don't speak #will delete #i'll get back in business after i chill tf out. whenever that may be #might be a day. might be another month. again i am so sorry ;-; #idk anyone else who likes big time rush and young royals so unfortunately everyone gets the brunt of my mania whoops #titled: my top two current hyperfixations violently taking out my kneecaps and wiping the floor with my bitch dumbass.exe

[executiveibex]

yes it is mildly upsetting where Echo is, mentally speaking, at the end of "The Siege of the Lineage Brighton"........ but it really, truly delights me when players consciously, and with great zest and love for the story they're telling, choose to have their characters make incredibly in-character decisions that are just the worst.

#mine #f@tt liveblogging #friends at the table #twilight mirage #things escalated. SO quickly. and it was SO gratifying and good #gig's reckless!! even's obsessed!! and boy HOWDY do keith and dre remind you of that!! #WHEN EVEN TRIED TO LIE TO ECHO ABOUT THE BLAST THAT BLEW UP THE PRINCE ELECT!!! I ATE THAT THE FUCK UP!!! #and NOW echo and ballad are connected again through harmony!!! the dramatic irony is REAAAAALLLL #GOD this arc was A Time i LOVED all the drama #but really this solidifies for me like. how incredibly transformative the way the f@tt cast thinks about their characters #and their storytelling has been for my own rp-ing! #my most recent dnd session closed with my character making an extremely dumb reckless decision #(kidnapping an unconscious and near-death friend-turned-enemy-turned-frenemy) #that was absoLUTELY in character for them! #but i know that 1-2 years ago i would have been TERRIFIED of committing to that bit because of ~strategic implications~ #now? after listening to f@tt and other actual play shows? #sometimes the best thing in the world is to have your pc do something utterly ruinous in service of a good story #also on another note i'm less than 10 EPS AWAY from being done with twilight mirage!!!! end game is IN SIGHT

[biancabelairs]

i'm problematic bc i don't hate running brock/roman back again at summerslam

#LISTEN is it objectively a bad sign that they keep going back to this feud? 100% #HOWEVER this is my fave version of both brock and roman and if i get a bunch of unhinged segments leading up to it #plus if the summerslam match ends up being what the mania match should have been #then i'm prob still gonna have a blast lmao #also if they run back the heist of the century too? again objectively bad they keep running back shit from like almost a decade ago lmao #BUT i would prob be about it if it ties into the cody return/road to wrestlemania next year #(in other news. what the FUCK at the vince segment. wrestling fans ARE in fact dumbasses) #brock lesnar #roman reigns #brock v. roman #wwe #text post

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

i've concluded that the ds n 3ds era pokemon games are the best ones tbh-

#puppy rambles #decided to play pokemon pearl again cuz i never finished it #in brilliant diamond i'm before the seventh gym n my pokemon are like. level 45 #in pearl i've beaten the seventh gym (going to spear pillar currently) n my pokemon are all level 39 or 40 #idk how that happened #i see now why candice's gym battle was so hard for me #alongside the fact that i had no super effective moves for it #i have bastiodon n steel's good on ice but he learns no steel moves by level up #though i had flash cannon's tm. idk why i didn't teach it to him before. i have now #he can also learn fire blast apparently??? #the fuck are with some pokemons' tm movesets-

[malzykins]

looked at the toyhouse out of curiosity and. was goopy working at the company at the age of 14??????

yeah :] doubt the company cares about earthly labour laws! brother dropped out of school to do all the fun stuff its [real] mom went to go do ages ago, isn't that super cool???

#annendum: incorrect. it is so fucking stupid. LMAO #dont we just love super smart teenagers making all their decisions for themselves?!?! #but yeeah mother went to do the same line of work when it was but a wee thing and didn't really ever get seen again #but she writes!! so not dead.. probably! #father is........ ill #a bit too predisposed to pull anything other than maybe a disability check and many of us I'm sure know how THAT'S like #so goopy split. trying to take action or something and well #the company's propaganda sure is influential! #asks #also shh shh I was gonna post the image here I was just sleepy.. so I queued it :] #didnt wanna put the feed on blast at like.. 5am..

[doodlboy]

Tired, eepy even

#of several things #but mostly just tired in general #i made decent progress in totk. first dungeon was awesome so [shrug] #preesh that the bosses are fucked up again like they used 2 be #anyway #I'm starting to hate that fuckin solomon post. i get notes every few days w ppl in the tags calling me atupid #bc the cast is mostly demons. so that makes it excusable that solomon took advantage of asmo while he was drunk [it doesn't] #and tbh. iirc people were going apeshit about solomon basically- magically dr*gging lucifer to force him into a pact not long ago #but now bc its asmo its suddenly okay? now all of a sudden these are /ruthless demons who eat peoples hearts 4 breakfast/?? #no they arent. they arent heartless killers or murderers or whatever #they have emotions they do things wrong they are also /magically forced into a sin they can't exactly prevent 50% of the time/ #idc what the species is. its wrong. and im really just- sick of ppl blasting me in the notes sayin I'm being stupid 4 being upset abt that #like- *tosses phone off the grand canyon* the hypocrisy in this fandom is exhausting #anyway. gn #xoxo and all that #✌️💙🌙 #elliot rambles #vent in tags

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Hi,

I have a little cheeky request.

It's about Lando having a female driver rookie teammate and them doing the ice bath pre race preparation together and Lando sees her in a swimsuit for the first time and he can't get enough of her. He tries so hard not to stare, but he fails miserably. From that moment he creates a little crush on reader.

Thank you!

Love you xx

Team-cest - LN

Reader is just stupidly blind and oblivious, oh and she has her nipples pierced just for some spice to the character

"There's two?" Lando questions spotting the second ice bath.

"Y/n." Jon states making Lando raise his eyebrows a little since he has formed a friendship with y/n but they don't really do ice baths together.

"Y/n! I told you not to-"

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anything would slip out-Hi, Lando." Y/n rambles smiling as she appears in a bikini that Lando admittedly has to not focus on with some effort. "Feeling good in there, Lan?"

Y/n is the definition of a puppy rookie. She's energetic, likes to make a joke out of nearly everything (especially her mistakes) and is the most playful person on the grid.

As the only female she's also really proving that people should never ever expect anything less from her that they expect from the rest of the grid.

"Y/n, careful!" Her trainer, Alex exclaims when she jumps into the water, splashing it over the edge.

"Ooh fuck. Ah, I thought that would make it easier to handle." Y/n pants while looking at the man in a grimace. "I'm ok."

Alex has been with y/n for her whole career the same way Jon has for Lando and actually the two trainers are friends.

"I think this should become a tradition for every race." Y/n grins looking at Lando as Alex moves to Jon for discussions about training. Lando's face must not read easy (something he's learned y/n tends to rely on when he stays quiet) so she withdraws a little. "Or not. I mean doing it on our own is good too."

"We should-do it together again." Lando states seeming to choke on his words as his gaze spots something when she rises from the water a little to reach for her water and he spots something that he was really definitely not expecting.

Her nipples are not only very visible through her bikini top but so are the piercings that goes through them. Now that was really not something he expected to learn today.

When the time comes for y/n and Lando to get out, y/n is helped out by Alex, lifting her by her waist almost like she's a toddler. He then wraps her in a towel and the closeness that the two have always had makes a spark of jealousy strike through Lando and he's not the only one who notices.

"This was fun. I hope more team-boding with ice baths is on the agenda." Y/n beams as she moves over to hug the brunette, unaware of her nipples pressing against his bare chest. "I look forward to our music battle later."

Ah yes. What she has duped as a music battle is the two of them blasting music and progressively making their own music louder to tune out the other.

"As always." Lando confirms before she grins and rushes off, forgetting Alex who stays picking up his stuff.

"Don't look at her like that. Or grow feelings for her. Y/n wants to be taken seriously and she has no intentions of ruining that by dating her teammate because he can't control himself and being attracted to her." Alex warms making Jon look at Lando since he noticed Lando's expression when Alex was helping y/n out the ice bath.

"I'm not attracted to her. You don't know what you're talking about." Lando scoffs deciding to be in complete denial. "She's not my type."

Lies. Jon and Alex very clearly see through them but Alex's name being called from a distance makes him leave.

"Don't give me that look. I'm not trying to seduce my teammate." Lando grumbles but Jon only shrugs and stays silent which says enough on it's own.

-

Obviously as teammates y/n and Lando spend a lot of time together, but there's no denying Lando has somewhat increased his efforts to spend time with y/n. A lot of the time directly interrupting her talking with other drivers like Max and Charles who she is often compared to for her aggression in driving and she likes to get tips from them.

Doing the media content is definitely beginning to be his favourite part of the week and even in the past few races, he's loved getting to watch her improve so massively.

However, today he gets a message during qualifying that makes his heart rate rise drastically.

"Red flag! Red flag! Y/n's in the wall in turn 10."

"Did you say y/n?"

"Yep. Y/n, she took a big hit. Don't worry just get back to the pit. Delta postitive."

"Is she ok?-Is she out the car?" Lando questions in a panic needing answer but when he gets around to turn 10, he sees the damage. Flames out the back of the car and y/n scrambling to get out with the help of marshals. "She's out. Is she ok?"

"I'll keep you updated Lando. They're getting the medical car out to her." Will states making Lando sigh before he finally gets to the pit lane and gets out immediately moving to the pit wall with no time wasted.

"It was about 40G, something in the engine just completely failed." Her race engineer states when Lando appears, them already know he wants answers.

Y/n is the type to hate fussing over her so it's no surprise that less than 10 minutes later, she appears from probably the quickest check from the medical centre as she marches towards the pit wall. Alex is chasing her as she nears her race engineer and Zak.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was pushing and-"

"The car broke. Something beyond your control, it was out of nowhere. It was not your fault." Zak cuts in while her jaw shifts, tears pooling in her eyes as she tries not to cry. "Are you ok? That was a huge hit."

She can't cry, it'll be used against her as an "over emotional female driver who can't handle the pressure of F1" if even a single tear escapes.

"No, she's not but she wouldn't let the doctor properly check her unless they let her come out here to speak to you guys." Alex cuts in before she can speak. "Y/n."

"Go take care of yourself. Let the doctors run their tests. The team is going to fix up that car and we're going to have you and the car ready to race for tomorrow. Ok?" Andrea instructs being stern but showing that he really cares for her wellbeing because it is certainly not wise for her to be out there when her body just took such a big impact.

"Ok." She nods knowing better than to argue especially when Zak if nodding along with the team principle. "Thank you...sorry again."

She lets Alex help her down and the weight of her aches is visible to everyone in the pit lane as they watch her.

Rookies crash, it's not unusual. But to take such a huge shunt into a wall then have to escape fire, then just appearing in the pit lane after the briefest doctor's visit ever. She's going to be making headlines and questioned on it for the rest of the weekend.

-

Lando knows there's a chance she'll be asleep. Hell maybe Alex is still in there. But he's at her hotel door knocking on her hoping to check she's ok and see her since last her saw her was during the red flag.

"Hey...this is a surprise." Y/n smiles softly as she peaks around the door, freshly showered with damp hair and looking very much exhausted. "Come in, is everything ok?"

"That's what I came to ask you." Lando jokes making her smile waver. "Every driver has to have that first bad crash to know they don't ever want it to happen again. But I looked at the data and spoke to Andrea. Everything was out of your control."

"I just hate that it happened. I had such a good lap and I-"

"Still got a good banker lap for Q3 so you're starting 8th. Not 10th." Lando cuts in as they sit down on the sofa in her suite.

"I'm starting in the pit lane." Y/n grumbles since her car rebuild means she'll be in the pit lane for the start of the race. "But thank you for telling me I didn't completely suck."

"You're too harsh on yourself. You're a rookie, you're allowed to not be perfect." Lando states making her look at him still unimpressed. "I'm a big fan of yours and so is a lot of the drivers on the grid. We're fans because you're one of the best on the grid."

"Did it sting to say that?" Y/n teases making Lando laugh a little before he shrugs.

"I didn't say you're better than me."

"Ouch." Y/n pouts then sighing as she shifts and rests her head on his shoulder. "You're the best teammate I could have...I heard your radio when I crashed. You sounded scared for me."

"I had to know you were ok. It was a really fast red flag." Lando admits then resting his head on top of her own. "How are you feeling now? Alright to race?"

"Tender and achy. But there's not a chance in hell's name that I'm missing that race. I need some redemption."

"You'll get it."

-

Y/n yawns as she wakes up and lifts her head to find that the heat under her is because there's a whole body there. She takes a moment to realise what is happening and while internally she begins to feel her whole body burn in embarrassment and shock. Externally she's frozen lying on top of Lando who is very much awake and aware of her having woken up too.

"Are you ok?" Lando asks making her finally push herself back suddenly away from him and he speaks again. "Don't freak out. It's ok."

"I slept on top of you...I don't-I-what?" Y/n pants looking like she's on the verge of a mental break. "I might be sick."

Y/n suddenly stops making such a reaction as she notices Lando's gaze. He's relaxed, completely calm and almost smirking(?).

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just...admiring your piercings." Lando states, almost feeling ok to flirt without Alex there to scold him or any audience there to tell him it's not wise. He loved feeling her sleep against him all night, something felt perfect about it. He wants that every night, race weekend and days off.

"My piercings? My-oh-OH." Y/n coughs before pausing. "What is happening? Am I being stupid? Because your smirk is telling me I've completely missed something."

"After the race, how about we celebrate together? Alone?"

"I..."

Now y/n has always been fairly confident, loud and outspoken with no problem finding her voice. But somehow Lando has just completely stripped her of key characteristics.

"That sounds...amazing." Y/n nods before she clears her throat for a moment. "I'm confused. Is this something that happened in the moment? Or have you...like how long has this been a thing on your side?"

"A while." Lando smiles making her sigh before she smiles a little slyly.

"And you like my piercings." Y/n hums beginning to slide back into her usual personality. "When did you notice them?"

"Ice baths."

"Wow...wow! You really used that to perv on me. Lando Norris, I'm already seeing a different side to you." Y/n laughs before lying back on him and grinning as his large hand moves to cup her face in closer proximity. "We need to get ready for the race. I've got good motivation to give us something really good to celebrate later."

"Is that me?" Lando smirks earning an eye roll before she makes the bold move to kiss him and he can't help but enjoy the feeling of the metal of her piercings through her t-shirt brushing against his own bare chest since he must've got too hot and thrown off his top during his sleep. "Yeah, you're never getting rid of those piercings. Although I'm surprised the FIA hasn't made you get rid of them."

"I didn't tell them I have them." Y/n frowns making Lando realise she can hide them so the FIA would have to be inspecting her boobs while she's not suited up for her to be pulled up on it and that would definitely gain some backlash in the media and from the public.

"Secret piercings. I love that even more."

"Alright, perv. Let's go."

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[titan-god-helios]

bitches be like "oh i don't get sensory overload" and then nearly scream and smash their phone into the ground because their little cousin wanted to play roblox and they really like their little cousin and adore her so much but this time the fact that she is constantly talking and her voice grates ever so slightly on the ears and that she's very loud and bubbly and that she's singing and talking and there's music from the game blasting through her tablet as well and cooking noises and smells in the background from their mum and their sister who is also a darling keeps putting her fucking arm on theirs and they can feel their clothes and skin and its also hot and they're also expected to talk and play and be high energy and they just cant fucking take it so wind up ranting on tumblr about it whilst also wishing never to interact with a human ever again.

its me, i'm bitches <333

#autism #asd #its the neurodivergency #neurodivergencies #actually adhd #being autistic #neurodivergent #actuallyautistic #adhd #actually autistic #sensory overwhelm #sensory overstimulation #sensory overload #sensory sensitivity #sensory processing #sensory issues

[bonchobrick]

Dead on Main au where Jason is of course Danny’s Fright Knight and like all knights do he has a weapon—except it’s his gun.

The batfam + justice league + everyone (except ghosts duh) don’t know that his normal average everyday gun is actually like a super powerful spiritual soul shooter that is, yaknow, capable of blasting someone into an alternate dimension where their greatest fears become real.

So imagine there’s like a big battle where a ghastly ghoul reigns terror on Gotham. The world sends their best hero’s—wizards and occultists are notably high highest in demand—to stop the ghost but, nothing works. All of the weapons and spells and chants fail.

But,

As the fights worsens and the heros scream for people to flee suddenly--

Loud squeaking footsteps echo across the ground. Jason yawns strolling into the battle zone in a ghostbusters t-shirt plaid pants bunny slippers--he strolls up in pajamas--as if annoyed at being woken up and cocks his fucking normal 'i could buy you at walmart' gun at the ghost.

His brothers screech at him yelling ”Are you insane” and to "get the hell out of here" in fear and panic because their idiot brother is trying to kill a real life ghost with a damn gun.

But then Jason shoots the ghost and it works.

The ghost fizzles down with a cry into just a little blob.

The young man then spends 30 minutes lecturing the spirit saying things like “you’re glad I’m not calling the big guy” and “you know our highness would not be happy learning what you’ve been doing” before taking out a thermos of all things and sucking the ghost into it.

Jason then sighs and walks away as if he hadn’t just defeated a hell raising ghost with a gun people can buy off a corner pawn store and a soup container.

Immediately the bat family swarms him with questions

Dick grabs him by his shoulders tense with worry, “Are you okay?”

“Um yeah—“ Jason tries to reply squirming in his hold

Damian cuts him off, “How the hell did your gun a physical weapon hurt that ghastly demonic spirit!”

“Uh that ghost is actually pretty chill you guys just pissed him off." Jason replies plain

They stare at him with a look saying 'you did not call a ghost that has been decimating gotham chill' probably because he did just that.

Tim is the first to break out of the disbelief stupor as he very inteligently says, "What?"

Jason responds easily with a confused quirk in his brow, "Second, my gun affects entities of all sorts, perks to my job and all that."

"How did being a vigilante and also probably crime boss give you a gun that could do that?" Dick asks

Jason sends him a look saying "are you an idiot" as he replies, "Yea, sure, kicking petty thieves and druggies got me my all powerful spirit weapon--No you dumbass, it's from being the bodyguard of the King of the Infinite Realms! How the hell did you guys not think of that!”

Tim breathes in, then breathes out, then breathes in again and screams, "Why the HELL WOULD WE THINK OF THAT JAY?!"

"The--" Batman, suddenly beside them, chokes, "Bodyguard of T-the what."

Jason blinks at his family then his eyes widen, "Oh shit."

"What?!" His family screech in panic

"Oh fuck," Jason says with a growing hysteric smile, "Danny's gonna have a big ol' fucking laugh with this."

"Brother who is Danny!" Damian demands for an answer

Jason coughs into his palm, "Oh yeah you guys really dont dont know. So I may have forgotten to explain some... things."

Bruce levels him with a stare that says "you think?"

Jason chuckles nervously, "So y'know how I'm half dead?"

pause

Damian very eloquently responds for the suddenly dying screaming combusting members of his family, "...sure."

"Well I met the King of the afterlife which is like the Ruler of Everything and he was really cute--" Jason says distant in his own world

"Theres a afterlife?" Superman asks casually appearing beside the emotionally wrecked family

"Yea its pretty cool. So I start flirting a bit with the guy and we hit it off, I now im his zombie ghost knight boyfriend lover for all time. Oh and i got this sickass gun." Jason says with a happy grin

"That is a pretty sick gun." John Constantine nods

"I know right?" Jason chirps

"You wouldn't mind if I inspected--" John reaches his hand

Jason slaps it away, "Not a chance you soul whore. Y'know your basically the tax evasionist of the Ghost Zone right?"

John only sighs and leaves

"But yea so I'm like the ghost world equivalent to married with the king and became his knight and thats how I was able to stop that ghost guy." Jason reiterates as if explaining a simple question, "Y'guys get that?"

Tim is on the ground trying to decide whether; sobbing hysterically, interogating jason to find out all the things he doesn't want to know or sleeping would be a better use of his time.

Dick has decided to blame himself and has started to draft a reddit post in the middle of the street starting with "I (23 m) have a younger brother (19 m), who I used to resent but really regret now, he died and came back and doesn't even tell me about what goes on in his life anymore. How do I fix our--"

Damian is just staring at the gun and... Jason pushes it deeper in his holster and shifts to the side, better to be safe than sorry with this thieving shit.

As Jason adjusts his weaponry he hears Bruce sob in the background, "He didn't even invite me to the wedding! Am I that horrible of a father!"

Wonder Woman pats his shoulder reasuringly whilst the rest of the League seem to be trying to calm him down

Jason looks around tiredly at the mess he had created and decides fuck it

"Alright I'm heading out for the night, you guys get home safe!" He yells and without caring to listen to anyone and everyone voicing their confusion he zips open a green portal and stumbles in

He crashes down on an unbelievably comfortable bed

Danny blinks blearily before sending the young man a sleepy smile, "Hey Jay, what kept you up so long?"

Jason slipping under the blankets with a yawn says, "You would not believe the night I just had."

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Edit: UMM HII The fic is out now here!! you guys are awesome I'll post the new chapter 2 in a hot sec after editting ^^

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WICKED GAMES. @Gojo.satoru

SYNOPSIS; Satoru Gojo is your nemesis - vise versa. Or so you thought.

FEATURING; Virgin!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

WK; 4k.

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI! college au. richhhh Gojo. enemies to lovers. insulting. gojo hurts readers feelings with insults, vise versa. clothed grinding. unprotected sex. virginity loss. prn with plot.

"And who exactly invited you here?"

It's loud, thick air from the crowded space not too far away from where you're trying to escape the loud music blasting in your ear drums, head throbbing in pain, only to increase due to the annoying and unexpected - obstacle on your way to the restroom.

Your brows crinkle in irritation at the young man's question, flashing him a look of disgust. "That's none of your business." Your eyes drill holes into his skull, clicking your tongue at his attitude. "Can you move out the fucking way?", you ask rather rhetorical, irritated, you try to stomp past him, only to be hindered by his large frame hovering above you, his intimidating aura drowning out the loud chatting and music in the background, heart thumping in your chest as you struggle to hold eye contact, eyes flickering from his to the wall right beside you, gritting your teeth in annoyance.

He looks you up and down, tongue pocking the inside of his cheek. "It's my business since you're in my house."

You scoff, a sly smirk creeping its way up your lips. "Your house? If I'm not mistaken, Suguru lives here. Rings a bell? Geto Suguru, the host of this party? Also, the one who invited me here?"

"Suguru, Satoru, same shit. What's his is mine. So, again, what in Christ's name are you doing in my house?"

Your anger only grows, rumbling up a storm inside your stomach. Who the hell does he think he is? 'What's his is mine'? Fucking bullshit. "Look, I know that you two are friends-"

"Best friends", he interrupts, a vein on his forehead almost popping out of rage. Your patience is hanging onto a thing fucking threat at this point, playing out multiple ways to beat this bastard's ass up in your mind.

"The best of friends", you mock him, eyes closing for a second to regain your composer. "Whatever, I don't give a shit. Suguru and I also happened to be friends, and he invited me here. Out of kindness, I came." You pause, scanning his posture for any slight sign of comfort to make your escape, the idea soon turning into a cloud of smoke at his focused expression, his whole attention focused solely on you. "I've tried to avoid you all night. But you're stuck to my ass like a tick."

You make sure to spit out the last word, making sure he heard it loud and clear.

"I didn't ask who invited you, I asked why, the fuck, you are here."

"Now, I swear to God, Gojo. You better know what's best for you and get. Out. Of my way."

Satoru Gojo.

You hate the taste his name left in your mouth, and you hate the sight of him. That's why you refused to attend to this shitty frat party so many times. But your friend, who also happens to be Gojo's childhood buddy, begged and pleaded, until you eventually caved in.

You know how much this party means to him. Tying new connections to various people around the area, show of status, maybe even get a taste of some hot thing. All of that high top stuff.

You're not into that kind of lifestyle, showing off money and throwing it around as if it grew on trees, especially as a college student. Most students who attend this shit-show treat their academic success was careless and straight up foolish - running around to be a part of the 'high society' on the campus, while their tuition fees light up into red numbers.

One of the many reasons you hate Satoru Gojo is exactly that. His reputation. He is, how other students would say, part of the 'high society' - got his tuition fees covered by the wealth of his parents, grades never good, but after some sweet-talk with his professor, he surprisingly passes all of his classes with flying colors. One way or the other, he gets what he wants. He always does.

He is the definition of 'money can buy anything'.

But it's not the money alone, it's his attitude of his that just has you ball your hands into a fist.

Not one day goes past without him rubbing his wealth under everyone's noses. It didn't matter who it was, he was going to show them that he was better than them, richer, stronger.

He is the strongest.

Even though he never offended you directly, his distant glares and arrogant looks were enough for you to develop the hatred you have towards him. He always looked down on everyone he talked to, if they manage to even get him to pay attention to them, that is.

You really didn't want to even see him at this party, not attempting to ruin your mood with someone like him. So, you had to avoid him at all cost. In the end you figured, it wouldn't hurt to attend a party again, enjoying the company of others more than usual in your full-scheduled student life, escaping the never ending cycle for even just a little bit of fun. Also, the chance of running into him in such a massive house was slim. Until now.

You wish you could just kill him right here, that's how deep your hatred is seated. His feelings are mutual.

It's not like he ever paid attention to your presence, hell, he didn't even know you existed until you were all up in his business, always having a remark ready when he said anything to anyone. Yeah, he can be a bit mean at times, but it's nothing harsh, just jokes. They all know, for sure.

At first, he thought you're cute, and you still are, being honest. Gorgeous even. Maybe even the prettiest girl he's ever seen. But only if you keep that damned mouth of yours shut.

He can't stand your constant sense of justice, bugging him with issues someone like him could never even bother himself with. Babbling nonsense of 'fairness' and 'inequality' when he just supports the economy. Some, with some he means, you, see his actions as cruel but, if you were in his position, wouldn't you do the same?

Why can't you just mind your business and stop bothering him with your bullshit? It's not like your endless talking would change anything.

You're a nobody.

"Hello? Is your ass that stuffed of money that you can't follow simple instructions anymore? Get out of my way!"

Who does he think he is?

You scream into his face, blood rushing up your face as your anger pours out of you, all you see is red. If he doesn't move out the way at this instant, you're going to-

Who do you think you are?

He exhales a deep breath, scanning the area around you two before he swiftly takes a hold of your arm. You spit out curses at him, roughly trying to free yourself from his grasp, only to be dragged along until he rushes you into an empty room down the hall.

"Let go-!" And he does, pushing you into the empty guest room, closing the door right behind him. You swallow at the tension, the music only faint to notice, turning the room almost dead silent.

You stand, your ground, furrowed eyebrows indicating your mood. "You-!"

Before you can even think of an insult, he interrupts you in an instant, causing your body to tense up at his unusual dark tone. It's almost scary how his expression changes into something unreadable. "Shut the fuck up", he breathed out, head falling back as his hands brushes across his face, a long sigh leaving his lips while looking at the ceiling.

"Can you? Just be quiet for one second." And you did, exhaustion washing over your body as you look around the room, turning on your heels to look at anything but him.

"It's always people like you", he begins, eyes trailing after your movements, "always those nobodies who got their nose all up in my business. You're the one who's a tick on my ass." He begins to follow your footsteps to the bathroom, halting at the door to lean against the door frame, looking down at your body seated on the closed toilette, head in hands. "You're jealous."

Jealous? Not only jealous - you're green of envy.

He was born with everything and anything you could ask for. He already got his future set, like food on a platter. You on the other hand have to work hard, to pay for college, rent, and other necessities. And he? He gets money shoved up his butt every other week, not lifting a finger. And worst of all, he's not even grateful for his privileged life. Perhaps, that's also a big reason you hate him.

"I'm obsessed? Now tell me who exactly dragged me into this room!", You snap your head up, teeth gritting together, tears threatening to trickle down your face.

"You cryin'?" You try to wipe the tear off your face unnoticed, but it's already too late. He nears you, leaning down and looking at you with that look again.

As if you're nobody.

"Don't change the topic", you sniffle between tears, turning your face away from him so you don't have to see him looking down at you. But you still feel his eyes on you, an unreadable expression on his face as he inspects your form, an odd feeling bubbling up in his stomach.

Guilt?

He feels bad for you, he feels bad for making you feel this way. An apology tickles the tip of his tongue, but he closed his mouth before he dared to shatter his own ego.

"Fuck." He lets it slip out in a whisper, trying to think of possibilities to clear the confusion. Truth was, he looked for you around the whole house with the intention of making things right with you. Because he actually doesn't hate you how you think he would.

Suguru, his childhood best friend, knows how bad Satoru is with words, and how little to no remorse he has while talking to people, especially to girls. He also knows something else about Satoru, something that nobody, maybe not even himself, is aware of. That's the whole reason why he even invited you here. For the both of you to talk things out.

He planned it all out, pleading and begging you to come, and also loosing his pride in the process, up to the empty room, knowing that only Satoru would know what part of the house would be abandoned during a party, up to talking him into finally talk to you - without any bickering or insulting. An honest talk, just the two of you, nothing else.

"Look", he feels his heart sink into his stomach as he notices your attention is on him. "I-" He stops at the sight of your teary face, every part of his body telling him to just apologize properly, and just leave it be, or kiss it better.

What is he thinking?

"I just want this shit to end. Stop bothering me. Stop pocking around my business. Then we'll be good." Fucking dumbass. He facepalms himself mentally, eyes widening in shock at the sound of your soft giggle.

"Didn't anyone teach you how to apologize?" Looking up at your face again, he can see a faint but visible smile on your face and, thank God, what a relief.

"You know I won't say that."

"Why?"

"Because there is no reason to."

His posture stiffens at the sound of you getting up from the toilet. "Alright then. There's nothing to 'be good' then," You walk past him, back into the room, "I'll leave."

"Wait."

You can hear him entering the room. You smirk to yourself before turning around, ready to see his ego shattering down, and-

"I don't hate you, Y/N."

What?

The smirk quickly washed off your face, confusion replacing it. Was this some sort of joke?

"I'll explain it to you, just-" he sighs, swallowing his pride before continuing, "stay. Please." You're taken aback by his sudden change, the soft and pleading look on his face. He never looked anywhere near unappealing to you, it was just his attitude. But now?

You don't know what's gotten into you, but you feel like staying, like something will happen. Suddenly you're not angry anymore, you're calm, collected, but most of all, curious.

He sighs in relief as you halt your movements, slowly expecting him to continue. His feet drag to the bed, awkwardly sitting at the edge of it as his hand motions you to sit beside him, eyes looking up at you expectantly.

You hesitate at first, you want to turn back and get out, but something just keeps your feet moving, your eyes never leaving his face.

And when you sit beside him, you come to realize how handsome he is up close, observing his bright ocean blue eyes, searching for something you can't explain in them.

You snap back to reality, eyes now looking down at your fingers tapping at your thigh awkwardly. "So?", you whisper into the thin air, for no reason at all. Slowly you look up at him face again, and instead of an answer, you found what you were looking for.

His lips smash onto yours as your eyes widen before you sigh into the kiss in relief, leaning your head into the hand he held up at your cheek. You push right into him, softly crawling onto his lap while your hands tangle into his hair as you feel him shiver underneath you at the feeling of your clothed heat covering his groin.

Breaking the kiss to catch your both's breaths, you look at each other in pure bliss. You lose yourself in his angelic eyes as his flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, hoping - no, begging for you to catch on.

"I like you," he curses under his breath once your cunt sits right on his half-hard length, breathing turning ragged, "I really like you."

You catch onto his intention and breath out s light laugh, placing a quick kiss to his lips, causing him to chase after your lips right after, and you bite back a laugh right after. "I figured." Your lips are back on his as you begin to grind your hips against his in a needy manner, a soft moan being swallowed by his lips as his hands firmly hold onto your rear, setting a steady rhythm.

With every move of your hips, the tent in his pants only grows, his hands turn rougher with each friction of your clother cunt against his hard length.

Fuck, he might burst into his pants right now. You look so angelic above him, breaking from the kiss to carefully tearing the shirt from him so you could admire his fine build before softly pushing him onto the sheets, his white hair spread across the silk as his chest heaves with every further inch your delicate fingers took towards his groin with the intention of freeing his aching cock from his painfully tight boxers.

And you do just that, eyes sparkling in anticipation at the sight of his gorgeous cock, pre leaking from the tip as he hisses at the hit of cold air he feels against his head.

"Hah- I-", his head pushes back into the sheets, eyes closing while he lets out a soft whine once your hand contracts around his dick, thumb teasing his slit.

"You what? Cat caught your tongue?", you tease, your other hand occupied with lazily pushing your panties to the side, lifting your hips up, ready to aline his head to your entrance, damp folds eager to feel him inside of you.

He lifts his head up, looking at your exposed cunny right before him, his hand flying up to your hips, squeezing them to get you to halt your actions. "I never did this", he breathes out, cheeks turning into a faint tint of red at your dumbfounded expression. Your hips come back down to rest on his lap, biting your lip, aroused of the idea that you're his first. "Are you serious?" And with his nod, you feel your cunt pulsating in excitement, neck craning down to capture his lips again.

You lift your hips to rest on his exposed cock, wet cunt slowly gliding along his length. Your swollen clit catches onto his end, the both of you moaning into the kiss.

His hips speedily buck up into yours, urging you to slide his plumb tip into your entrance. The firm grip his hands have on your waist guaranteed a leaving impression on your skin - but you don't care.

Not right now, not like this- when you have him of all people imaginable underneath you, his hot breath tickling your nose while his eyes lusted over you, curious of your next move.

You smirk down at him, a breathy laugh escaping you as your hand sneaks down to take hold of his pulsating length, aligning it to your entrance.

And with your gummy walls enveloping his tip in a tight grip, every past lingering grudge flows out of the window. He swallows, hard, head tipping back in pleasure while you inch your hips down further and further, biting your lip to contain your moans.

If there's heaven, this is it. Yes, he had his fair share of make out sessions, girls soaking his fingers and he was no stranger to blowjobs. But this? This feeling, your soft walls hugging his cock so perfectly, as if your pussy was made for him, waiting for him.

"Ohhhhh, f-fuck!-" A strangled whine escapes his lips once you bottom out, sweat forming at his forehead. It feels like you're suffocating him, his breath gets caught in his lungs, his eyes threatening to move to the very back of his skull.

With his face scrunching up in pleasure, one hand leaves the bruising grip on your waist as he tries his best to get up on his elbow, mouth hanging wide open.

"Are you alright?", you breathe out, breathing turning rapid. You can feel each vein of his dick pulsating inside your soaking cunt, your hand brushing across his defined abdomen.

"More than alright", he scoffed, his eyebrows furrowing, now fully propped up against the headboard. His absent hand finds its way to your ass, squeezing it, a desperate gaze inspecting every inch of your body. "Please, move."

And you comply, bracing yourself on his shoulders as you begin a steady pace, breasts bouncing up his face with each movement of your hips.

"Fuckkkkkk, yesyesyes!", his mouth captured your neglected nipple, his wet muscle swiping across the bud whilst his occupied hand harshly squeezes your rear, fat spilling between the gaps of his slender fingers as he roughly moves your hips against his, the newfound rhythm causing him to let out a sob.

Each rut of your hips only makes his love for you grow even stronger, now that you took the most precious thing he claimed to be his as your own, he's sure that this is right. If he had any doubts before this, then it's certain that they now disappeared into the thin air. There's nothing but desperation and desire for you clouding his mind - he needs you, he needs to feel the comfort of your velvet walls, your moans against his lips, your skin against his - you, you you.

Your clit continuously brushes against his pelvic bone. "Mhmmm, right there", you whine, hands desperately clawing at his shoulders with your eyes squeezed shut.

It's almost embarrassing how fast you're threatening to near your release, considering that he was the virgin. On top of that, the he in question being Gojo Satoru. You hated-

Your eyes shoot open, back coming in contact with the silk sheets before you feel his mouth on yours again, his tongue prodding at your lip. "You feel so fucking good, baby", he mumbled against your lips, his hips speed up while his hands roam your body in such a longing manner. "Don't want anything but this", he lifts your leg up his shoulder, straightening his back as he felt a tightness in his stomach. "Nothing 's better but this perfect cunt. Love it so much, fuck- love you, I love you baby."

Wait, why did you hate him again?

You moan at his words, the confusing mist clearing up with each mesmerizing thrust of his hips, your eyes full of admiration when you view him leaving open mouth kisses against your ankle, his eyes never daring to leave yours.

"'m gonna cum, toru- fuckfuckfuck, yes! Don't stop pleaseee-" And with that, you fall into the tantalizing sea of pleasure, sucking your stomach in while reaching your hand to his hip in an attempt to stop him, the pleasure too much for you to bear.

A low groan leaves him at the sound of the nickname you gave him, hips unintentionally speeding up, sweat rolling down his chest. He feels like he's gonna bust any second now, his tip nudging your gummy spot with each stroke, taking the shaky hand on his stomach in his to reach it up to his lips and plant a quick kiss on it.

"A-atta, girl. Fuck, you're so goddamn pretty. Can't last much longer, baby." His glistening eyes look between your bodies, the movement of his hips flattering as he nears his release.

"Shiiiiit, never felt so good in my entire life. Wanna stay inside of you forever. T-think I'm gonna cum."

The sight of your spasming cunt spurting against his lower abdomen was enough for him to burst right inside your welcoming hole, one last drive of his hips following to dwell a little longer in the pleasure before pulling out of your hole.

His body slumps onto of yours, nuzzling his head into your neck. You let out a breathy giggle, still out of breath, as your hand reaches up to stroke his hair affectionately.

Soon, the both of your breathings calm down, silence drowning the room, no one daring to continue where you left off.

"You sure this was your first time?", you joke, earning a laugh from the young man. He lifts his head, eyes locking with yours. "I'm a natural, you know."

You hide your laugh while turning to the side. His eyes roam your face with pure affection, love struck from your wholehearted laugh and suddenly, he regrets every past resentment he had against you.

" You're so damn pretty", he whispers, causing you to turn and look at him, his eyes wandering aver your features. "I'm serious", he continues, in answer to your skeptical stare.

It was weird, seeing his usual distasteful expression being replaced by such an adoring gaze, tempting you to look into his ocean kissed eyes for all eternity.

Every past resentment you had against him long forgotten, the future the only thing occupying your mind now. If he's really serious, could you both-

"Let me make it up to you."

You snap out of your thoughts, perplexed by his words. Before you can say anything, he continues.

" Take you out on a date. A proper date. Apologize for real." He takes a deep breath before opening his mouth again, nervous about what was about to come.

"I was serious about earlier, you know. I really do like you. I'm just-" he breathes out, trying to find the right words.

"An asshole?", you answer for him, earning a quick laugh in return. "Yeah. A big one at that." he raises from his position, looking down at you, almost pleading for your approval. "Please, y/n. I'll do anything for you to make it up. Give this - us a chance."

You look up at him, a small smile on your face. "Please," he whispered again once you sit up, carefully taking your hand in his, eyes pleading for a response.

Once your hand reaches up for his cheek, stroking it lovingly while you place a fond kiss against his lips, he got the answer he always wanted.

"Okay, let's try."

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