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ofdetonation · 1 year

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@ofgravitation inquired : his door is cracked open as her heels of the boots to her hero costume click down the hall towards it. today was the day they were going after izuku, to bring him back home to u.a. honestly, ochako hadn't slept all night, let alone eaten anything this morning. the last thing she needed was to get sick when izuku knowingly would put up a pretty decent fight or argument to coming back.

hesitantly, ochako peeks into katsuki's room. normally she would have already stepped inside and slipped her arms around his middle. but, no, that didn't feel right. today more than anyone, maybe even more than herself-- ochako was more worried about him than she was izuku. so, she stands in place, and waits patiently. hazel eyes look him over and watch as he slips his gloves on and continues to don his hero costume. she can't help thinking that she's never seen katsuki more serious than in this moment and that makes her frown: because, she feels the exact same way while the rest of their class was for lack of a better term, pretty fired up.

she can't wait anymore. space.. wasn't her forte. she'd separated from izuku long enough and this space now with katsuki? none of it felt right to her. " katsuki-- " she walks inside the room, and touches his arm gently to get him to look at her. when their eyes meet, suddenly her own anxiousness seems to wash away. her hand brushes against his cheek softly, " we're gonna get him back, 'kay? " was he even ready for this? he still had injuries-- and ochako's eyes wandered over what she could see of them with worry laced in hazel eyes. " just.. don't overdo it. you're still healing yourself.. " her hand slips down his arm and ochako takes his hand in hers to give it a squeeze. " you ready? c'mon. let's bring deku back home. " ╱ prompted hurt / comfort.

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜'𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛 . not because he was dreading what was to come ; that, in a way, was the easiest part to deal with, knowing exactly what to expect when they come across izuku in the midst of chaos. he knew izuku won’t go down without a fight. no, the unease isn’t because he knew the class would have to fight tooth and nail to just subdue him ⸺ they’re going to outnumber him close to 19 to 1, even if he had one for all, and he was going to be exhausted from fighting for so long.

the issue was : a simple fight wasn’t going to be enough.

he had to listen. he had to hear them out when they try to reach him, but getting izuku to listen while he convinces himself he has to do everything alone ? ( stop trying to win this on your own ╱ that’s what katsuki told him. why did he have to go and be so goddamn stubborn ? the one time he wanted izuku to listen to him ⸺ ) every student had something they wanted to say, sure, but ...

katsuki can sense a presence at his door but he remains undeterred, fixing the bandages around his shoulder and torso before slipping on his gloves ╱ he’s had a few of their friends tell him he shouldn’t. you’re still healing, is the excuse, if you do this then you’re putting at risk of your shoulder never healing the same again. every time, the young bakugou dismisses them harshly. why should it matter ? they were dumb to think that he wasn’t going to be there to drag that fucking dumbass back to u.a. himself, foolish enough to forget the way he marched through the hospital mere days after being admitted ⸺ they had to have known that none of their words would reach him.

he fixes his gauntlets on next and checks them over. they were a bit worse for wear, only getting a patch fix after the battle against shigaraki and the villains, but not so poor that they’d malfunction when he needed them. ( he needed everything he could to contribute ⸺ that, and the gauntlets would take off some of the burden. ) it’s when the blond starts to check his right gauntlet that ochako enters his room, calls to him ; he gives it one final look over as his gaze glances to the hand on his arm, then to her.

if there was anyone he was truly concerned for, it was ochako. she and izuku had that kind of bond ╱ it was different to his own with izuku, different to the one he and ochako share together, but it was unique to those two ; special. she’d been the one to support him from the beginning. and now, with him gone ?

we’re gonna get him back. she says it with the same confidence that katsuki did when he addressed the class, when all of them watched as he tore apart his letter with a snarl and burning determination in his eyes. it wasn’t a matter of if they could ; it was a matter of when they could, ready to do everything in their power to bring their shared friend back, unwilling to let him shoulder the burden on his own anymore. ochako says it with confidence, and it was that which settled the unease ⸺ izuku was going to listen to them. all of them.

❝ i’ll be fine, ‘chako. ❞ he’s not been cleared for fights beyond any skirmishes he might encounter on their patrols ⸺ so he can’t say for certain if the upcoming fight was going to reopen wounds. ( it didn’t matter to him. he’ll do what he has to. ) ❝ they’ve healed enough. and even if they weren’t, it sure as hell don’t matter, ‘cause i gotta be there t’make sure deku’s actually fuckin’ listening. he’s ... ❞

worse than me. if y’think i’m stubborn, look at what that idiot’s doin’ now.

her hand finally takes his with a gentle squeeze, and crimson gaze glances to their intertwined fingers despite his gloves, their respective gauntlets. he can’t say for sure if he’s truly ready for this. he had his own things to say ╱ a confession put on display, letting everyone know the full extent of their relationship that came before u.a., showing them the truth behind his initial attitude with the other before they started working things out ⸺ all might had even promised the blond they’d talk about it, let him get his truth out there. ( you’ll get a chance to talk ... eventually. ) but even if he doesn’t feel ready, he has to be.

he has to be, and ochako has to be, because what he has to say may very well change her perception of him ⸺ he’s mentioned it, and izuku’s probably done the same, but he doubts either of them admitted the full extent. maybe that was what concerned him the most beyond everything else ╱ finding izuku, telling the truth, bringing him home ... katsuki looks at her, looks directly into mesmerising hazel with flecks of gold embedded within, and he wonders why he ever thought himself worthy of her.

katsuki leans into ochako’s presence, shutting his eyes. he takes her other hand and grazes gloved thumbs over her knuckles. for a moment, he doesn’t think about what the future may hold for any of them ╱ only thinking about the weight of her hands, the pads at the tips of her fingers, how soft they’d be if he wasn’t wearing his gloves. ( somewhere in his mind, katsuki is convinced this is the last time he’ll have this sort of moment with her. )

❝ we’re definitely gettin’ him back, ❞ he finally says, gaze resolute, finally squeezing her hands in return. ❝ whatever it fuckin’ takes. ❞

#ofgravitation #long post /#/ AHA i finally finished this !!!!!!!!!#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ TONGUE OPERATES FASTER THAN BRAIN. ╱ inq.#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ I AM NOBODY UNLESS I REMIND YOU I EXIST. ╱ ic.#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ THEY MADE WARRIORS OUT OF CHILDREN. ╱ v. iii.#💥 ⬦ ゜◝ YOU’RE A SPARK‚ AND I’M THE BOOM | YOU HOLD ME LIKE GRAVITY. ╱ bond: ofgravitation (ochako).#/ crying bc i was like what if he only sorta half mentioned everything ...#/ because he was still trying to work it out for himself #/ and it's just #/ one of the things where he's like ''fuck. what if it changes everything''#/ he doesn't even MENTION his thoughts he's just reassuring her !!!!!

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marmeow · 2 years

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i’m addicted to the way ena looks here <33

#ITS FINALLY ON ENG SERVERS!!!#i’ve been waiting so long omg #this and villain are my faves <3 #omg to have a pjsk group 👀#aaaaahhhhh #i’m yet to play it aha #just been watching the 3d mv #they all look so goood #mari’s intrusive thoughts #ena shinonome #pjsk #project sekai #puroseka

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suoulfillem · 4 months

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the way I’ve made so many friends online just by following them and telling them i think they’re cool and now we’re like. friends ? kinda crazy ..

#aka my friend who’s moving to nz #we met thru another popular girl on ig who i somehow befriended bc i told her she was cool #and she is my bestie in Sweden shout out to u girl #omg and via!!!!!#i met via on tiktok please ignore that part but hold on #she came on my fyp complaining and worrying about uni #and this was in like 2020 when i was in my final year #so i commented n told her like aha same girl #and then we became friends n then she disappeared #n then months maybe nearly a year later she came on my fyp again #and she had gone viral LMAO i was so confused bc when i saw her vids she got like 10 views 😭#and now she’s my fave cute little vlogger on YouTube #she’s so cool and vulnerable I’m so proud of her #i wanna be more like her she’s really so cool #anyway #this is my life #except yall on tumblr are too scary sorry #b.txt

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shima-draws · 2 months

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Mhmm. Got new OC ideas on the brain. It’s basically the trope of “I thought I lost you when we were kids but you’ve actually been by my side now that we’re adults yet I was too fucking STUPID to realize it was you all along” which is like. MWAH chef’s kiss 😩👌

#Shima speaks #I’ve been trying to solidify the last few members of Nahu’s squad and I think these two are ittttt #See bc when I initially came up with his teammates I was like. Well I want to put a himbo in there somewhere.#Except I could never come up with a concept for the himbo character UNTIL NOW #(He’s still a himbo but to a much lesser degree. He’s an idiot but also smart unfortunately. LMAO)#And I had an idea for my baker boy but I’m changing it up #Anyway yeah can’t get this idea out of my head.#Person A being like I lost the one person I really cared about when I was a kid and I never fully recovered from that #And Person B being like I’ve been looking for you for SO long and now I finally found you #But things are such a fucking MESS I can’t reveal who I am to you right now #(Which is crazy bc you’d THINK you’d recognize me even after so long?)#Well Person B. Person A thinks you’ve been dead this whole time of COURSE he wouldn’t put two and two together #ALSO HE’S AN IDIOT!!!!#Person B: How did you not realize it was m #Person B: Ah. Wait. That’s right. You’re a dumbass #Person A: AHA!! OUCH!!!#I have SO many thoughts! Tee hee!!#Shima’s OCs #Among the Stars #ATS

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kisshim · 1 year

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freshman year done 😼

#anyway aha what.#i just got here #also what do u do now i don’t want to see my ex #but yolo why live life in fear of seeing ur ex #i hate this phenomenon of seeing ppl from high school again #like damn yall still here 😐#lowk high school was a fever dream it wasn’t real to me #it’s not real to me unless i see physical evidence of it (such as a person who is human and very much real and physical and evidence)#i’m so braindead and my sleep schedule is fucked it’s 3am #i was awake for like over 24 hours yesterday because of finals #anyway yay sophomore status soon.

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jinjeriffic · 3 months

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DCxDP Prophecy universe

(Title subject to change)

Sometimes Danny really hated Clockwork. You’ll know him when you see him. “Cryptic and unhelpful as usual”, Danny groused. “You’d think the Master of Time could be a little more descriptive considering it’s his damned errands I’m running here, but noooo! I’m starting to think this whole apprenticeship is just an excuse to foist his busywork off on me.”

Here Danny was, aimlessly flying above the rooftops of Gotham, trying to figure out who he was supposed to be delivering his message to. He had a name, but no description and no location. I’ll know him when I see him my ass. Whoever this Damian Al-Ghul was supposed to be had better stick out like a sore thumb or Danny was never gonna find him. Speaking of…

Danny paused in mid-air. There was someone crouching on a nearby rooftop, peering over the edge. He was young, wearing a red and yellow outfit with a dark hooded cape. He wore a sheathed sword on his back that looked way too real to be part of some casual cosplay. Welp, if this ain’t him then Clockwork picked the wrong errand boy. Now, how best to approach this?

Danny considered his options. The cloak and apprentice staff Clockwork had loaned him gave him a suitably spooky appearance on top of his usual ghostliness but he wasn’t gonna go around scaring kids, armed or not. The friendly approach it is then.

“Hey there!”

Wow, the kid had some good reflexes. At the sound of Danny’s voice he jumped as if electrocuted, spinning around and drawing his sword in one smooth movement. He held the sword in front of himself in a defensive position and his stance showed that he knew how to use it. “Who the hell are you?” he barked.

“Easy there” Danny raised his hands in a placating gesture “I’m just here to deliver a message. I’m looking for someone named Damian Al-Ghul. You wouldn’t happen to be him, right?”

A deepening scowl was his only answer. “I repeat, who the hell are you?”

Danny sighed “Look kid, I’m just trying to do my job here. I have a prophecy to deliver, so if you’re not this Damian fella…” he trailed off invitingly.

“A… prophecy?” the kid hesitated before lowering his sword slightly, scowl still firmly in place.

“Yep” Danny popped the end of the word for emphasis “Phantom, apprentice to the Ghost of Time and part-time delivery spectre, at your service” he threw the kid a mock salute. “My Boss told me to come to Gotham to give a prophecy to you’ll know him when you see him” he dropped his voice to a lower register and made airquotes around the words, “and you’re the only memorable person I’ve seen tonight, so…” Danny spread his arms in exasperation.

The kid hesitated visibly before letting his sword hand drop to his side. “I am the one you’re looking for.”

“Great! Hang on.” Danny pulled a messenger bag out from under his cloak and started rummaging around in it, causing the kid (Damian?) to twitch “Now where did I put..? Aha!” Danny pulled out a faintly glowing envelope in triumph. It had a large purple wax seal on it and Damian Al-Ghul written in elegant cursive across the back. Danny floated closer and held out the envelope to the kid.

“The prophecy… is a letter?” Damian drawled, eyebrows rising in disbelief. Danny shrugged.

“What, did you expect a dancing, singing telegram? I only do those for the really good tippers” he shook the envelope slightly “So, are you gonna take this or what?”

Damian finally reached out and took the letter, turning it over to scrutinise both sides. Danny tucked his bag back under his cloak and rose into the air.

“Right, I’ve got other errands to get done, so… see ya!” he turned to leave.

“Wait”

Danny turned back to face the kid and to his surprise, saw that Damian was holding out some folded bills towards him.

“You know the tipping thing was a joke, right?”

“Tt. I am told it is rude not to tip delivery people” Damian sniffed “I am simply acting within expected social norms”

“Wow, um… okay” Danny took the folded bills from Damian. It looked like it would last him for a couple of good meals and he wasn’t exactly swimming in money, okay? Ghost apprentice wasn’t exactly a paid internship. “Thanks?”

“You’re welcome” came the haughty reply.

Danny shrugged and tucked the money into his bag. He rose back into the air with Damian’s eyes tracking his movement. With a wave of his staff, he opened a portal back to Clockwork’s realm and passed through it leaving Gotham behind.

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Robin’s hand rose to the communicator in his ear.

“Oracle, did you get all that?”

Now has a Part 2!

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #damian wayne #prophecy universe #the one where clockwork uses prophecies to mess things up (and set things right)

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fangirl-dot-com · 4 months

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Grill the Grid

Guys, I'm sorry this is so short. I've had a bout of writers block but still wanted to get another chapter out. I will be going back to working on the regular chapters soon! But enjoy this take on Grill the Grid!

Like always - comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are appreciated! Much love :D

Key for this chapter: regular text - just normal speaking bold - words on the flip boards italics - scene change bold italics - the narrator lady

Episode One: Radio Show

A quick snapshot of each driver shows up before the opening title of “Grill the Grid” crosses the screen.

You quickly showed up and clapped your hands.

“Welcome ladies and gents to another season of Drive to Survive.” You showed a cheeky smile as you winked to the camera.

“Can you please state your name and what team you drive for?”

You sighed as you thought. “Christian is going to kill me if I can't remember all of it.” You looked back at the camera. “My name is Y/n L/n and I drive for the Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing Formula One Team.”

“That is correct.”

Your eyes widened as you started to laugh. “I didn’t think I’d get that.”

The lady behind the camera smiled. “Max didn’t get the entire thing.”

You stared at the camera like you were on the office before turning to someone off camera to the side. “Do I get a point for that?”

The video now cut to Max.

Max had his hands on his side, head down before he looked back up.

He had a nervous smile as he tried to think. “Yeah, I don’t know. Red Bull Racing?” He shrugged as multiple people around him laughed.

“It’s actual Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing.”

Max rolled his eyes. “How is anyone supposed to remember that?”

“Y/n did.”

“Of course.”

Words flashed on the screen signaling to viewers the actual start of the episode. Multiple familiar faces showed as they all stood next to a board with multiple flaps of paper.

Lando smugly looked at the title and then to the camera. “I got this in the bag.”

“How do you think you’ll do?”

Oscar was now on screen. “Uhhhhh.” He didn’t have time to answer.

“I think I’ll do ok. I’m not too familiar with other team’s radios, but I can try?” A red-clad Monegasque questioned himself.

The drivers all flipped the first page.

--He better get me more stroopwaffles after that. Asshole--

You flipped the first page and barely glanced at it before answering. “Lando.”

“Lando.” Max also flipped.

Oscar, Daniel, Charles, and Carlos at once, “Lando.”

Lando just stared into the camera. “Me?”

You smiled back at the camera. “This was at Zandvoort right? After Max kinda bumped him.”

“He pushed me off the track! Bumped is an understatement.” Lando now flipped the next page and leaned back to laugh. “Y/n.”

--Speed. I am Speed. One winner, 19 losers. I eat losers for breakfast--

Max, once again, barely glanced before answering, “Y/n.”

Lance looked around trying to get a hint. He couldn’t find one. “Logan? I know he’s watched the Cars movies.”

Logan laughed as well before shaking his head. “Y/n.”

“Me.” Your face flushed red. “Truthfully, I didn’t know the radio was on.”

Oscar made a noise as he thought. “I want to say Logan because he recently watched that. But my heart wants to say Y/n.”

“Is that your final answer.”

“Yes.”

“That’s correct.”

Fernando, Carlos, Daniel, and Alex flipped the page. “Y/n.”

--This is what she gets for telling me to use my mirrors. AHA! Does she even have her driver’s license?--

“Aha! This is Daniel.” You stood looking at the next page. “So in quali, he almost hit me in turn four during my flying lap and I told him to use his mirrors in the race. Well, he overtook me in the first lap and I fell behind.” Your smile disappeared as you looked right into the camera. “And yes, I have my driver’s license.”

Daniel almost fell to his knees as he read the next one. His gummy smile almost took over his face. “This is me to Y/n.”

Max just looked lost. “Who said this?”

“Daniel.”

“Oh.”

Episode Two: Champions Part 2

“So do you know what’s next?”

You looked confused as you looked around the empty space. “Well there’s no board here?”

Charles shrugged. “It could be anything. I certainly hope that this season we won’t have to list the champions in some order again.”

Max looked around with a confused look. “Again?”

Lewis rolled his eyes. “Man I knew I should have gone back and actually memorized them.”

“There’s no way someone is getting all of them. Sebastian is gone.” Lando shrugged.

It was now back to Charles who looked a bit more pale. A loud beep sounded on a views screen as he looked down.

You once again clapped. “I knew all those Wikipedia pages would come in handy. Are we starting from newest to oldest or oldest to newest.”

“Any way you want.”

You looked up in thought as you started to list. “Ok. Max was in 2023, 2022, 2021. Then Lewis in 2020, 2019, 1028, 2017. Nico won in 2016 then it was back to Lewis in ’15 and ’14. Seb won from 2013 to 2010…”

Max sighed before he started. “Uh, me in 2023 to 2021. Then Lewis until 2014.”

“Incorrect. Nico won in 2016.”

Max hummed. “Uh, Nico in ’16. Then Lewis to ’14. I know Seb won in 2013.”

It was back to you. “And then Michael Schumacher again in 2010, which was his first with Ferrari. Then it was Hakkinen in ’99 and ’98. Uh, Villeneuve in 1997 who was preceded by Hill in 1996. Then it was back to Schumi in ’95 and ’94.”

Lando looked lost.

Charles was still pale but he tried. “It was Max, Lewis, Nico, Lewis again. Then Seb then Lewis again?”

“You’re forgetting another Mercedes Driver.”

Charles looked even more confused. “Uh.”

“Jensen Button in 2009.”

“He was in Mercedes?” Charles just ended up walking off.

Back to you. “Mario Andretti was the last American in 1978. Niki and Hunt danced around from 1977 to 1976. Then it was Fittipaldi, Stewart, Fittpaldi, Stewart, Rindt, Stewart respectfully in 1975, 1974, 1973, 1972, 1971, and 1970.”

Oscar looked as if he was having a stroke.

Logan ran a hand down his face. “I only know Andretti in 1978 and then Phil Hill in 1961. You know. Go America!”

Fernando tried but couldn’t get past the nineties. Yet he had a smile on his face. “Y/n got all of these right, correct?”

“She was the only one.”

“Shut up, no she wasn’t.” Lando didn’t believe it.

“Of course she did.” Max could only chuckle. “She would brag and brag about this in the plane.”

“And then Ascari in 1952, then Fangio in 1951, and finally Farina in 1950!” You had a proud look on your face. “I knew I could do it. Did I miss any?”

“Nope.”

Episode Three: Guess These Headlights

Charles, who had now recovered from his bout of PTSD, suddenly looked excited. “Now here is something I can do.”

“Are you a car guy?”

“Definitely.” Carlos responded with a smug look. “I grew up around cars.”

“I mean. I know my McLarens?” Oscar questioned. “This is going to be hard.”

Lando looked ready. “Let’s get this going.”

You looked determined. “Bring it on.” You flipped the first page. “Ah. That’s a classic. A Ferrari F40.” You turned back to the camera. “If I didn’t have my Porsches, I would have bought an F40.” A far away thoughtful look crossed your face. “Maybe I’ll still get one. I’ll ask Charles. He can get me one.”

Charles quickly answered “F40” and then flipped. “Ah. This is McLaren P1.”

“McLaren P1,” Oscar answered. “The logo is in the headlights. Pretty helpful.”

Daniel flipped the next one and stood back, hands on his hips. “I know Max has this car. But I can’t remember the name.”

Lance finally looked as though he knew what it was. “This is the Aston Valkyrie.”

Fernando also guessed it correctly. “Aston Valkyrie.”

Next, Carlos easily got the next one. “La Ferrari. I wanted one.”

“Did you get one.”

Carlos nodded his head before answering. “No.”

Max flipped through the pages very quickly. “Ah! I know this one. Y/n has two of these. It’s the Porsche 9-11’s.”

“Y/n’s Porsche. The 9-11 model,” Alex responded.

“I see these in my garage since Y/n’s apartment didn’t come with one, so she puts her’s in mine. It’s the Porsche 9-11,” Logan had a happy smile as he knew one. The next one, he didn’t know.

“Not a clue.” Charles, Oscar, and Daniel all said as they flipped.

Max took a minute to look at the X looking headlights. He hummed. “Y/n was just showing me a TikTok with this car. Says she wants one someday.”

You had a giant grin on your face as you looked at the headlights.

“Do you know what this car is?”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course I know. It’s the 3 million dollar Ferrari V12 Engine Apollo Project Evo. There are currently 10 of them only in the world, and they are all owned.”

“Do you have one of them?”

You only smirked as you looked into the camera.

Max still stood next to his board, eyes to the sky as he really thought. His eyebrows raised as he remembered the answer. “This is like...the Apollo E car?”

“That is correct. Now, does Y/n own one of these? She didn’t give us an answer.”

Max looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh. No comment?”

Episode Four: Random Skills

“Ok. For this challenge you have to guess what driver has this skill.”

“Easy.” Came from Lando.

You looked around confused. “I don’t think I have any skills.”

“Do I even have a skill for them to use?” Lewis questioned himself.

“First skill. Which driver is known for playing the piano.”

“Sharl,” you smirked. “Easy.”

“Charles.” Lance, Fernando, and Daniel all answered.

“Me.” The Monegasque had a smile on his face.

Oscar looked up. “Is it Y/n? She looks like she can play the piano.”

“He said that? I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You shrugged.

“Which drivers claims to be able to hit a hole in one at the Monte Carlo Golf Course.”

Max rolled his eyes. “I know Lando has claimed, but I’m going to say Carlos.”

Carlos looked lost. “Me? I don’t know if I’ve said that though. Maybe Lando?”

Logan answered, “Lando?”

Lando also looked lost. “Me?”

“No.”

“Who is it then?” You questioned. Lando and Carlos had been your guess.

“It is Pierre Gasly.”

Lando huffed. “Get out of here.”

The man in question had a guilty smile. “I forgot I said that. Let’s say it’s still true.”

You looked eager to get on with the game. You wanted to win that trophy.

“Which driver has set a drive time around the Daytona International Speedway at 1 minute and 40 seconds. Which is only 8 seconds slower than the lap record.”

“Oh, I didn’t know I would get on here for this category. It’s me right?”

“Correct, Logan.”

You took a little while to guess. “I’m gonna say Logan. Sounds like a very American thing to do at Daytona. And his brother drove for NASCAR right?”

“Correct.”

Your fist pumped the air.

Oscar looked elated at this question. “It’s Logan. I was there when he did it.” A big smile crossed his face.

Lance looked around in thought. “Uhhhhh. Lando? I don’t know.”

Lando also looked happy, as he seemed to know the answer. “It’s Logan right? Yeah, Logan. Final answer.”

“Are there any geography questions this season, or…” Max drew out the last syllable as he laughed with the others. He suddenly went cold stare. “I’m being serious.”

“Which driver knows how to moon walk?”

Fernando squinted his eyes as he thought before shrugging his shoulders. “It’s one of the young ones right? Yuki?”

Yuki was also as lost as Fernando. “I wish it was me. Maybe Lando? He DJ’s right?”

“It’s not Lando. But it is a younger driver.”

“I should know this after she made me play Just Dance for three hours one time. It’s Y/n.” Logan looked put off at his mention of the dance off.

Oscar also looked bored as he also brought it up. “Yeah, it’s Y/n. I threw Just Dance out after she left. No more.”

Max rubbed his face. “She plays it with P whenever she comes over. They play the same one over and over again. Y/n.”

Charles had a far off look, like one of an older man who suddenly was hit with PTSD from war. He whispered, “We don’t mention moonwalk. Not after her and Arthur…” He never finished as he walked off again.

You had a shit-eating grin on your face. “Me! And I tried to teach it to Oscar, Lando, Logan, Max, Charles, Arthur…” You just seemed to keep going and going. They finally had to stop you before you kept going on about the Just Dance discography.

Bloopers

You stood in front of the camera with one of the que things that snap. “And action! Do you even say that anymore? And I thought this was an actual set. I might have cried when I saw the green screen.”

Beep

The camera showed Max creeping in as you continued listing all of the champions in order. He looked over at the camera like was on the office. “Is she still going?”

Beep

Logan kept touching his hair and the makeup lady would slap his hands away to fix it. “NASCAR drivers don’t have to go through this. I bet they don’t have to list all the freaking Formula 1 champions in order.” He leaned in and made a gesture. “See. All they have to do is kiss a brick and they get one when they win.”

Beep

Oscar smiled as he looked around, honestly excited to get this over with. “I think I’m finally ready for redemption. This should be easy.”

The camera cut to him after ever he finished filming. “I take it back. That was not easy. You guys really need to find better questions.”

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i thinkkkk you should do “we cry together” by kendrick lamar BUT with toji🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

“so you just gone sit there all night?” your eyes scanning over the room looking for the keys that were once on the coffee table in the middle of the living room.

toji scoffs, keeping his eyes on the tv, adjusting himself and lifting the remote by his side, keeping his eyes glued to the tv.

it was the same thing with his bitch ass every day, the same bullshit that repeated; it was like a nightmare that you were living in, but you only had yourself to blame; you knew what time it was when it came to toji.

the prior argument that happened the night before replaying in your head, little snippets flashing in your mind as you looked at him, a laugh slipping past your lips.

“where’s my keys?” your eyes still scanning the living room and patting yourself down just in case you already had them and forgot, the room falling silent as toji still watches at the tv.

slipping his hand in his pocket and pulling out his phone, his thumbs moving over the illuminated screen. your jaw clenching as you walk over to him, trying to take his phone, but he pushes you back, the both of you tugging on the phone.

“who the fuck are you texting?” he snatches his phone back and throws it, a loud thud heard on the other side of the room. your eyes looking at where he threw it, about to walk over there, but Toji tugs on your arm, and you tug back.

the cycle repeats.

"give me my fucking keys! i’m tired of your bitch ass.” pushing on his chest and trying to walk away, but he keeps your arm in lock with his hand, not even letting you budge out of his grip.

“and i’m tired of your bitching.” his voice got louder than yours as he still held you in his grip, stopping you from moving. he was doing some sneaky shit once again, and you were going to find out what it was.

this was going to be the time you really kicked his ass out, you were tired of everything. the pettiness, the degrading, his lazy ways, his cheating ass, you were tired of everything.

“fuck you! let me go.” hitting his hand to let you go, and he finally does, immediately free from his grip, you run to his phone and pick it up. the sound of your keys jingling caught your attention, and you quickly turned around to see him smirking and holding up your keys, jingling them again.

“aha now you parked in this bitch. go catch a ride from one of your thot ass friends.” stuffing your keys in his pocket, flopping back on the couch. you throwing his phone back on the couch and you storming over to him, sitting over him, trying to get your keys, but he’s not budging.

“give me my fucking keys!” your voice hoarse from last night's screaming match and your hands fumbling over his, his hands sliding down to your waist and pulling up the hem of your dress.

“why the fuck should i? look what the fuck you’re wearing!” his voice loud and bouncing off the walls, his hands falling to your ass out of routine but still not budging to give you your keys.

“what about it toji?!” pushing against his chest, trying to get off his lap, you knew it was no use to try to get the keys back because he wasn’t budging. it was clear he was still butt hurt about last night and was trying to sabotage your plans, but he wasn’t stopping shit.

storming over to the front door and taking your purse off the hook and storming into your room to get your phone to call your friend, you didn’t care if they were going to give you a lecture about your relationship, you just didn’t want to be in the same space as him.

as you look around your room for your phone, you hear the door close and the sound of the door licking a second letter. you look behind you and toji is walking up to you, throwing your keys on the bed.

“so what you wanna do?”’his voice low as he looks at you with an averted gaze, the air stiff and a low sigh slipping past your lips. bending over to get the keys, and you feel hands on your ass, his hands slowly rubbing under your dress.

taking his fingers and hooking them around the hem of your panties and pulling them down, pushing against your aching your core, feeling his dick press against him.

fuck…

pushing your dress up and taking his sweatpants and briefs quickly, pulling them down, the tip of his dick covered with pre-cum. lining himself up with the entrance and slowly sliding himself in, a light moan coming out of your mouth as your grip the sheets.

his hand on your back pressing into it and his other on your ass and gripping it, pushing deeper inside of you, another moan sliding out of you.

sliding himself out of you then pushing into you roughly and lifting his hand up and slapping your ass, the feeling making you moan and arch your back, the feeling making you clench around him with arousal.

slipping himself back out and pushing into you again, a grunt coming past his lips as he pushes into you deeper. his hand sliding from your ass to your back and then to your neck, sliding it to the front of your neck and pushing you into his chest.

leaning down and kissing your neck, your body arched as you take him all in, moans slipping out of your mouth more and more, little whimpers emerged with him and his low groans in your ear.

“mm, you like it? tell me you like it.” pushing into you again and deeper, pressing hard into your sweet spot, a small cry coming out as you squeeze your eyes shit trying to take in the pleasure.

your tight pussy clinging onto him, he almost wants to stay inside you, he pushes into you a little more before pulling out and slamming into you again. your hand coming up to his arm for grip and stability, your mouth open as moans continue to slip out.

“i like it, baby. fuck me harder.” small tears sliding out of the corner of your eyes, and he continues to slam into you, his thick dick slowly spreading out your walls the more he pushes deeper inside of you.

a knot in the pit of your stomach ready to unravel any minute, the way the tip of his dick was pressing into your sweet spot sent you over, your walls clinging onto him again as you let out a longer moan.

“whose pussy is this? huh?” grunting into your ear waiting for your answer, the harder he presses into you, your tits start to come out the shirt, his other hand sliding over to grip them.

“yours toji, yours”. your mind blurred, you could barely think. the only thing on your mind was the dick he was giving you, it was too much, you were at your climax, your walls gripping around him more before you cum.

a long moan sliding past your lips and a groan coming from his, loosening his grip from your neck and letting you fall on the bed, pushing into you one more time before laying on you.

“i hate you.” your eyes shutting as you embrace his cum shooting inside of you.

“fuck you.”

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