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LEVERAGE: REDEMPTION 2.04 • The Date Night Job

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(gif not mine) pairing: din djarin x afab!reader (gender not specified, descriptions of afab genitalia)     rating: explicit.  (18+. mdni.)     requested: yes, here !!! word count: 2.7k  summary:  Din lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start."  warnings:  SMUT. there’s like no plot. teasing, PiV (unprotected), Din has a praise kink, he begs, inexperience, loss of virginity, brief allusion to rough sex if you squint, yall cant convince me Din isn’t a stuttering little mess, riding in the pilot’s seat!!, sliiiight dom!reader, slight discussion of Din being ashamed he’s a virgin, idk what else tbh  notes:  thank u for requesting this! i just wrote it in like 30 mins haha. i hope yall like it i love my space cowboy boyfriend <3  this is unedited. reblogs/comments always motivate me hehe

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you stare at the cold metal in front of you. 

it stares back silently. 

your hand is itching to just go knock, to raise a few inches and rap your knuckles upon its shimmering, textured surface; it'll be so simple. so easy, definitely one of the easier things you've ever done. 

but the conversation that awaits on the other side- well.

that's not so simple. 

"why don't you go over there, Din?"  a glint of beskar as his head whips to you, alarmed. thrown off. a head tilt of irritation, "excuse me?"  a raise of your eyebrows, "oh, sorry, didn't realize we were playing innocent." you jut your chin towards the young woman who stands, twirling her hair and making bedroom eyes at Din from across the bar. jealousy curls up your throat - he'd been staring in her direction since you'd arrived, too. "come on, she's been staring at you the whole time. go- go do your thing." 

"that isn't funny." he mutters, causing the chilled pint of ale between your fingers to sear you as you flush. tough crowd.  "why do you assume I'm joking, hm?" you tilt your head again and he shakes his head. it's painful, the way you and Mando have been dancing around each other for weeks. a brush of a leather hand on the small of your back, a kind chuckle at something you say, your hands soothing over the thick cowl that hides his sore knots - the ones that form in his shoulders from carrying the jetpack - a murmur of your name when you're in danger, the curling of your hand around his arm in crowded public spaces. you're sure it's torture, but it seems neither one of you can make the move. 

"she's not looking at me like- like anything." he dismisses, arms curling over themselves in a cross of defense. you hum a laugh; who wouldn't look at Mando like that? 

"oh, c'mon. jus'go up and talk to her. she's probably dying for a big man like you to toss her around." you elbow him, winking. a slick, regretting coil of envy curls around your stomach as you take in the way his helmet tilts from you back to her; what the fuck are you doing? you silently beat yourself up, cheeks hot with the swirling complacency that befalls you following several drinks of ale. you sound like a complete moof milker as you let yourself encourage Mando to- to what, pursue another woman? 

how does that make sense to your brain?  

there's an echoing thud as Din slams his fist hard on the bartop. you jump, eyes wide as he shakes his head, turning to stalk straight out the doors, leaving you behind in his anger. 

yeah. the wall has never been so daunting before. 

you know you upset him earlier. he's been cooped up inside his bunk the whole night after you returned alone from the cantina, and no matter how much you've tried to ignore it, you know that it's your fault that you've made him angry. 

your fist raises. 

the metal whooshes before you can make contact, though, and your eyes meet the hard chest of beskar before you can take a step back. a soft oh leaves your lips as his helmet tilts microscopically down towards you for a moment; he's pushing hard past you with a fierce silence and without a second glance in your direction. 

"wait!" you call as he disappears up into the cockpit, the silence sterile in the Crest as he stalks out of view. you chew your lip as you scramble to follow him, knowing you at least owe it to him to apologize for what you'd said. 

he's sitting in the cockpit, fiddling with the controls as you soon start to engage in liftoff protocols; a thudding jolt as the Crest lifts off sends you stumbling into the chair as you stare, wide-eyed, shocked at Mando's abrupt behavior. he didn't even warn you that he was preparing your next track. 

you try; you really do. seven different attempts - yes, you counted them - to get him to speak, casually commenting on the smoothness of the Crest after your last maintenance day, asking him if he remembered the coolant you'd forgotten a few cycles ago, telling him about Grogu catching a flying-Banda and swallowing it whole mid-air; stupid shit. 

all you got in response was silence.

a sigh, maybe - his helmet wouldn't turn anywhere near you, and your glare cuts through the glinting on his head as stars race above you. it was just like when you'd first met, agreeing to go with him and work maintenance or grogu-sit when he needed it, and existing in weeks of silent tension, the man surrounded in so many walls that he could be armor-less and still the most impenetrable person in the galaxy. 

he was cold. you'd pushed him back into the shell you'd spent months working to chip away. 

"Din." you say flatly, crossing your arms. he doesn't respond; not even a huff, or a grunt, or a movement of muscle to indicate he heard the word. 

"look, I just- I want to apologize. okay?" you say desperately, shaking your head. but he catches you off guard yet again as he speaks up, voice heavy and more hot than normal; like he's been stewing with his thoughts for far too long. 

"-I don't want some random woman. I don't just sleep with anybody because I think they're attractive." his voice moves through the cockpit in defiance and you sit back in your chair, blinking for a moment. oh.  

you clear your throat, unsure how to approach what he's said; a sick, twisted part of you scowls at his insinuation that he'd found the woman from the bar attractive; but of course he did. she was. and you're unable, still, to deny the throbbing ache of desire that dully spreads through you at the very dim prospect that you are not just a random woman to him.

"I was out of line. I over-stepped." you try again. 

"do you think I'm upset that you teased me back at the cantina?" he clips, taking you off-guard. your brows furrow, tilting your head, "y-yes?" it comes out like a question of your own, in your doubt. 

he sighs. the weight of it smashes you back as you furrow your brows; he will not go into another bout of silence again, you won't let him. no. 

"what is it, Din?" you ask gently, leaning your elbows onto your knees. 

he breathes out, hand twitching by his side. "I just-"

you're not sure what spurs his sudden admission; be it from frustration or a genuine desire to confide in you, his only companion besides a 50-year-old baby. 

"I don't have- I don't have much experience." he admits, voice laced with embarrassment. he sounds much more unsure of himself than normal. "because of the Creed- I have lived differently than others." 

oh. oh.

you flood with emotion, eyes flying wide. "oh, Din-" you feel like you're on fire in embarrassment, shaking your head in regret, "I'm- I didn't even think about that. I shouldn't have-" 

"please," he almost whimpers it, "stop." 

you do. 

he lets out a shaky sigh, finally turning around in the chair to face you, legs spread slightly, hands on his lap. "it's not like- I don't not want to- I just haven't-I don't know where to start." 

you nod, throat dry. his composure, the sweet genuine tilt in his voice; your underwear slicks as you wait for him to continue. the air feels... thick with anticipation. 

he's breathing more shallowly, his hands gripping his beskar thighs as he keeps your gaze. "I don't...know how to get what I want from..." he stops, his helmet fully facing you. your words are dead on your tongue as you stare at him; your heart thunders as you beg him to say it. 

"from you." he finishes, body still as he awaits your reaction. 

heat spreads through your entire body as you stare at him, fire licking your fingertips. he wants- he wants you. he wants you. 

you swallow your fears in one sentence, "have you considered... asking?" 

your voice has it's desired effect. his chest almost shivers as he lets out a soft breath, hands clenching as you stand from your seat to walk, slowly, towards his chair. you're more than thankful you'd had the thought to change from your hunting clothes; your shorts, breezy and loose, sit barely below the curve of your ass and you don't miss the way Din's helmet moves with the sway of your hips.

his helmet tilts to stare up at you when you set your hands on each side of his arm rests, leaning in close. you can smell his scent as you smile sweetly, "I would say yes, you know." you whisper next to his helmet as he lets out a strangled noise. 

it’s a split second before he shakily groans. "I want you." he finally gasps, "I need you." 

you let out your own shaky breath as arousal floods your underwear, arousal swirling in your stomach. "I want you too, Din." you press a soft kiss to his forehead, the cool beskar tingling your heated, desiring lips. 

his hands remain clenched until you slide yourself onto his lap, settling yourself to straddle him in the pilot's chair, a fantasy you've imagined almost every night since you've met the man. you don't even suggest removing the beskar; he deserves to be comfortable as possible, and you flush when you realize you like the sharp bite of the metal on your bare skin. 

your hands explore the long, sturdy planes of his chest and neck, over the ruched material, threads loose under the tips of your fingers, armor cold. you can feel him under your aching heat; he's already semi-hard, his breath falling from his helmet in breathy grunts as you slowly, gently rock against him. "you can touch me, Din." 

it's like he's snapped to life; hands fly up to your hips, tugging your chest impossibly close as he mutters into your ear, "fuck, cyare." 

it starts slow; your bodies glued to each other, exploring every inch you'd desire to discover before, the blue-electric lights of hyperspace coaxing the two of you into a dreamlike state. 

but he gets desperate quick. 

he's groaning, straining hard and thick against his flightsuit; as your hand falls to palm him as you rock your clothed clit over the material, you're momentarily concerned that if you aren't warmed up before taking him, he may not fit. "you're so big, Din." you whisper as your lips flutter along the seam of skin exposed between his helmet and cowl. he lets out a moan of your name, one hand pulling you by your back towards him, the other digging into the plush of your ass, sneaking under the fabric of your sleep shorts. 

"cyare, please-" he gasps, voice begging, "need to- need to be inside you." 

you smile, kissing the hot skin of his pressure point, tongue slinking up as his heart pounds. "there, that's how you ask, Din." 

you press another kiss to him, your hands moving to undo his flight suit, pulling his thick cock out; he ruts upwards with a sharp moan, hand digging into your ass so hard it may leave marks. 

pre-cum leaks out of him in beads; he's so goddamn hard, whimpering at your touch. you feel your slick dampen your thighs through your underwear, shivering with desire. 

you pull your underwear to the side swiftly, rising onto your knees as he stables your hips up above him. his chest sputters, grunting as you start to move your hips, teasing him with your velvety wet cunt. 

broken grunts of Mando'a leave his helmet, his fists tightening as his helmet falls back to thud against the back of his pilot's chair. "please, mesh'la, please." he mutters. 

you can't wait any longer; soon you're shifting, prodding yourself over his head, gently taking just a bit of him inside you. your gasps are in tandem at the tight, warm stretch; "Din, y'gonna fill me up so well." 

he moans at that, hands rising to hold your shoulders, his thick, muscled arms swallowing your frame as he hums, "fu-uck, n-need you mesh'la." 

you nod, your breath fogging up his helmet as you desperately shift your hips, preparing to take him into you. and then slowly, you let your legs relax slightly. 

"M-Maker-" Din stutters, the weight of his helmet dropping onto your shoulder as you slowly lower yourself; his cock, thick and warm, eases you open gently, the pain of his stretch curling your toes in your boots. “yes,” you hiss, swallowing dryly as your hands, stabilizing themselves on his neck and shoulder, grip tight. 

you have to ease yourself down onto him; his hips buck up harshly, as if he can't help himself, his tip sheathing so far into you that it prods at your tender cervix, causing you to yelp in pleasure. 

"s-sorry." he mutters, hands shaking as he holds on to you, "can't-f-fuck, it feels so- you feel so warm. y'so tight. ’m not gonna-" 

you nod desperately, starting to move yourself, fucking him slow as his hands hold you. 

"feels good. you're so good, you're so good for me." you mutter, causing his cock to twitch deep inside you. he moans loud as you mutter praises, his cock so deep; dragging through your walls, hitting an angle which nudges that delicious spot inside you.

a groan of your name has you smiling as you suck a mark dark onto his neck; you start to build up the pace, the simmering arousal soon spurring you to chase the building pleasure. 

"yes, yes." you nod, peppering kisses over his throat, nails clawing to expose more of the forbidden, golden skin. you feel him clench below you; his hard, cold thighs tense under the beskar, the muscles of his abdomen flexing under the protection as the lewd noise of your connection echoes through the cockpit. 

he's close, you know it. 

you want him to cum, you want him to be consumed by it; you want him to consume you, you want to consume him. you tug him as you maintain your pace, legs burning as you chase your own orgasm. 

"y'gonna cum, Din?" your voice is laced sultry and aroused, fogging his helmet as he nods, broken moans of ecstasy leaving his helmet. "yes, f-fuck- I-" 

"yes, cum, baby." you mutter, his hips soon spurring to thrust up and meet your own movements, the pet name making him shiver. you let out a yell, cracking with pleasure as he holds you immediately to you, his whimpers echoing with your moans. 

he finishes with a moan of your name and a slam of his fist hard onto the console next to you; all of the lights in the cockpit shut off at his action but you can barely notice as his orgasm paints your channel, hot and thick. you're out of breath as he rides out his high, ropes of cum filling you. 

he twitches inside of you as you stutter to a stop, your wetness causing a stain on his flightsuit below you. 

his head lifts from your shoulder, voice wrecked, chest panting. "you didn't- you didn't finish." he sounds confused, embarrassed. 

you flush at his statement - he just had sex for the first time, and is disappointed you didn't cum? you let your hands rub soothing circles over the parts of his shoulders that aren't covered with armor. 

"n-no, Din- that was 'bout you." you sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to the contoured beskar of his cheek. "we have next time." you ensure him, gasping as his hips still rock up into you gently, his softening cock pushing his cum deeper inside of you; holding it there. 

keeping him inside you. 

he stiffens, head rising to look at you. "no." he mutters, his hands dragging down your spine, catching on your hips, sliding back up to grope your breasts. "show me how to make you cum now. please, mesh'la." 

another rush of arousal floods you, shivers running down your body as you grin with a flush. resisting a loud moan of desire, you nod gently.  "okay." 

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Belle of the Ball

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pairing - jess mariano x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “[insert gilmore girls guy of choice here] asking you to the town ball that patty is holding as a fundraiser for her studio <3” I chose jess hehe

summary - jess surprises you by taking you to a starts hallow event

warnings / includes - mild language, kissing, little suggestive (bc it’s Jess), food consumption. also i played w the sunshine girl + grumpy guy trope w this

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“Y/n, honey! Someone is here!” Your mom calls.

You shut your laptop and roll your chair back, turning around and getting up. “Who is it?” You ask as you open your bedroom door.

“Jess!”

You can’t stop the smile from lighting up your face. You try your best not to rush downstairs, not wanting to seem too excited or desperate. You step down the last stair with a bounce, gently pushing your mom back. “I got it, Mom.”

“What? I can’t say hi?” She frowns. “Trust me, you don’t want to. He’s rude and sarcastic and sleeps in record stores,” you say.

“Every day you tell me horrible things about him. And you’ve been dating for how long?” She hums.

“Just go, please! You can eavesdrop from the kitchen!” You beg.

Your mother can’t help but laugh. “Alright. But if I hear any funny business, you’re in trouble. And tell Jess I say hi!”

You roll your eyes and guide her to the kitchen. You straighten out your shirt and pull up your jeans, wiping the corners of your lips and smoothing out your eyebrows. You finally open the door, revealing an entertained Jess.

“I thought I was going to be standing out here forever,” he remarks.

You squeal, opening your arms to him and jumping on him. You clasp your arms around his neck and press your body into his. He hugs you back, kissing the side of your head and holding you against him.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Jess hums. You pull back with the biggest smile on your face. “Hey, baby. What’re you doing here?”

“I can’t visit my beautiful girlfriend?” He questions.

You narrow your eyes and put your hands on your hips. “What do you want?”

He scoffs, “nothing!” You frown, “I’m not giving you your shirt back.”

He chuckles, “I would like that back, but that’s not why I came. You know the fundraiser Patty is having?”

“Yeah, what about it?” You ask. Jess sheepishly shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his shoes. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

Your brows raise and you have to stop yourself from laughing. “What did you just say?”

“Do you want to go with me to the fundraiser?” He asks, his ears bright red. He looked like a little kid asking his parents for an expensive toy.

“I mean, yes,” you nod. “But I thought you didn’t want to go?”

“Well, I know you really wanted to go, and when I said I didn’t want to, you just looked so sad. I know you can go by yourself, but I want to be there,” he explains.

“And you decided this all by yourself? There is no ulterior motive? You’re just being a nice boyfriend?” You question.

“Maybe… not,” he trails off. “Dean mentioned how guys might hit on you if I’m not there. And I can’t let that happen.”

You shake your head with a smile. “And there it is. I knew you couldn’t just be nice.”

“Hey, at least I’m taking you. I’m even going to dress up and let Luke do my hair.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself close to him. He puts his hands on your hips, resting his forehead on yours. “I would, baby.”

You laugh in excitement and peck his lips. “I gotta get ready then! You know, you should have given me more time. I only have an hour and a half to get ready!”

“We both know you already had everything planned,” Jess snorts. You shrug sheepishly. “And it was worth it not returning the dress. I’ll see you at six, then?”

He nods, “see you at six.” “Great! Don’t be any later,” you say.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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“So, this boy is finally taking you on a proper date?” Your mom hums. “It’s not the only proper date he’s taking me on. He just doesn’t like doing anything in association with the town,” you explain. 

Your mom snorts in reply as she finished zipping up your dress. “Same could be said about a lot of people, too.” 

“I like doing town activities!” You frown. “Only when it involves free food,” your mom remarks. 

You shrug, “I’m a simple girl, what can I say?” Your mom smiles and smoothes out your skirt. “You and me both, sister. Alright, all finished. You have a few minutes for finishing touches, or if you need to use the bathroom for the last time.”

“I’d hate to use the toilet with this dress on,” you chuckle. You were wearing a wine red dress with a halter top with a flared skirt. You had red lipstick to match with a thick lid of eyeliner. A gold necklace rested on your neck that jess had bought you, with matching gold earrings and a couple of cuff bracelets. 

“You're right. The back might get soaked,” your mom smirks. You cringe, “in toilet water, I hope.” 

The door bell rings and you pull away from your mirror. You slip on your black heels, opening your bedroom door. You take one step out, but your mom stops you. 

“Let me get down the stairs so I can see pictures!” She scurries down the stairs, hurrying to get her camera. You roll your eyes at her excitement, but you can’t help but feel giddy yourself. This is the first dance Jess has ever taken you to, out of the ten that Patty had thrown. You felt like this was almost a turning point in your relationship. Like Jess was figuring out more about being a real boyfriend. 

“Hurry, Mom! He’s waiting!” You exclaim. “Alright, alright! Sorry,” your mom flashes an apologetic smile. She swings the front door open, revealing Jess in a traditional suit and tie. In his hands he’s carrying orange lilies, and on his face he looks starstruck. His jaw is slack and basically on the floor. His face is pink and his eyes can’t stop scanning you up and down. You feel like you’re standing naked. 

“Hey,” you greet shyly. “Hey.” His lips curl into a half-smile, his eyes locking with yours as soon he speaks.

You climb down the stairs slowly, carefully to not trip over your dress. Jess steps past the threshold, holding out the flowers.

“These are for you,” he says. You smile, “thank you.”

“You look really… beautiful,” he breathes out. He can’t keep his eyes off of you.

In your five months of dating, Jess has never made you feel as loved as you feel now.

“Thank you. You look handsome,” you compliment shyly.

He smiles, “thanks.”

“You two get close for a picture!” Your mom exclaims. You roll your eyes as she interrupted the sweet moment, but a big smile is shining on Jess’s face, and your irritation disappears.

Your mom snaps at least fifty pictures before she sets her camera down. “Okay, you two have fun! Bring me back some cake if you can. And be home before dark!”

“I’ll have her home before then,” Jess nods. “I know you will,” your mom smiles. “Oh, and definitely do not get pregnant!”

“Mom!” You groan, feeling heat fan over your cheeks.

Jess chuckles, “I definitely promise not to do that. Bye, Mrs. L/n.”

“Bye, Jess!” Your mom waves.

You two walk out and head to Jess’s Jeep. You both ride in comfortable silence. Jess starts the conversation as you two arrive at Patty’s studio.

“Are you going to make me dance?” Jess asks. You grin, “is that really a question?”

He groans as he pulls his key from the ignition. “I thought taking you was enough.”

“You thought wrong,” you hum, leaning over your arm rest and pecking his lips.

“But I suppose you deserve a dance with how gorgeous you look,” he remarks.

Your heart pounds in your chest at his words. “You really think so?”

He nods, “I know so.”

You both make your way to the dance studio hand in hand. You’re greeted by Kirk as he opens the doors.

“Surprised to see you here,” he says while looking at Jess.

“Yeah, me, too,” Jess rolls his eyes. He pushes past Kirk, but you stop him. “Be nice,” you mutter.

“He’s annoying, babe. You seriously can’t tell me —”

“Oh, Y/n, darling!” Patty prances over. “You look amazing! Is that a new dress?”

You smile, “it is!”

Patty takes you by the hand, pulling you away from Jess and spinning you around. “It’s marvelous! I cannot wait to see you on the dance floor.”

“You might have to be my dancing partner. This one doesn’t like dancing,” you poke Jess’s arm.

“I said I’d dance with you!” He frowns.

Patty looks Jess up and down, smirking. “You clean up nice for a relative of Luke’s.”

Jess snorts and rolls his eyes. He stuffs his hands inside of his pockets. “Gee, thanks.”

Patty grins and sets her attention back onto you. “I have to go and greet the other guests. I’ll see you later?”

“Sure,” you nod. You wait until she’s gone to talk to Jess. “I know how much you loved that,” you remark.

“You know me too well,” he rolls his eyes. He grabs your hand and leads you over to the dance floor. You raise your brows in surprise.

“And I thought you were going to eat food before you danced,” you say.

“Nah. What if I get motion sickness and throw up everywhere?” He wonders.

“Yeah, okay,” you snort. “Should I ask the DJ to play our song?”

“Nah,” Jess shakes his head. You frown, “why not?” On que, your guy’s song plays overhead. Your eyes light up and you grin at him. “You already asked?”

“Yep,” he smiles. “Oh, Jess,” you swoon. You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, placing your head on his shoulder. “You’re so sweet.”

“You deserve it,” he says. Jess kisses your temple and holds you close to him by the small of your back.

Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You swirl the soft strands between your fingers, cradling his neck. He places soft kisses near your ear, ticking you. You let out a soft giggle and he smiles.

“My favorite sound in the world,” he says. “You have no trouble making it,” you hum.

His grip on your waist becomes firmer as he pulls you impossibly closer. He lifts one of his hands up to your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. A thrill runs down your spine as you look at him through your lashes.

“Have I mentioned how pretty you look tonight?” He asks.

Your face lights up with a smile. “Thank you.”

“I am so glad I came out with you tonight. I gotta do this more often,” he says. He leans in and your eyes flutter close. You melt into him once your lips meet. You hum softly as he kisses you sweetly, his hand climbing up your face and cupping your jaw. You nuzzle into his touch, cocking your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

Jess’s tongue slips into your mouth, meeting yours and swirling. You moan softly, pressing your chest up against his. You feel his hand on your back move lower and your breath hitches as he feels over the curve of your ass with his feather-light touch.

You pull away, placing your hand on his chest. “Let’s stop while we’re ahead.”

He nods in agreement, his thumb rubbing across your cheekbone. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You let out a deep breath, resting your head on his shoulder once again. You two go back to swaying in silence. You close your eyes and enjoy basking in your boyfriend’s warmth. You inhale his musky cologne and coconut shampoo. You don’t miss how he wraps his arms around you tighter, making you feel even more secure.

“I love you, Jess,” you hum.

“I love you, Y/n,” he replies almost immediately after.

You hide your smile in his shoulder, gripping him harder. “You’re the best.”

“Nu-uh. You’re the best. If it weren’t for you, I’d be trapped in my room and rewatching re-runs.”

“And would that be so bad?” You ask.

���It would be,” he confirms. “Because that would mean I wouldn’t be having the best night with my best girl.”

You hum in contentment, raising your head to face him. “Wanna get some food now? I’m a little hungry.”

He grins, “I was wondering when you were going to ask.”

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7th Dimension (Chapter 7)

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 6

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

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Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive.

Warnings: This is quite...fluffy in terms of knowing their impressions or discoveries for each other? I hope y'all get my point...Heehee. The word 'shit' and Damn? Gojo Satoru's existence and his teasing self? Earth references. Orbeez Balls is mentioned here and also COVID-19 as well. I dunno how I've connected it to this story. Hehe. It just happened while I was writing away. Satoru, not knowing what personal space is. This has been long and descriptive. 😭 I'm sorry. Also I have no idea if they have a teacher's dormitory since it hasn't been mentioned (as far as I remember yet I'm quite forgetful bb's 😅😭) but let's just say that there is. Reader is now officially a simp for him? LMAO HEHEHE Gojo just doesn't know what personal space is all the damn time.

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A/N: I'm starting to feel jealous over my own character here---TINY-CHAN, MOVE OVER! 😭😭 COME ON. 😭 *coughs* Next chapters would be bisections of Chapter 7. I've segregated it in 4-6 parts because it's too long for one chapter? Hehehe. ENJOY!

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Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. I only own the plot of this whole fanfic. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be.

People who woke up in high spirits in an abnormally early morning were marked to be notable within the vast troops of mankind. In all honesty, those types of people were of different species---probably the best of the best because they were considered to be productive, fruitful for any activity or responsibilities that would land on their hands.

Whilst the classification where as humans who woke up on the wrong side of the bed; utterly grouchy with plastered ridges of his or her own wrinkled pillows slapped on the skins of their faces, displaying such a portrayal of how deep they were in their sleep and honoring such an unpleasant sight of tightly furrowed brows because of a loud, blaring alarm that reverberated around a room you were trying to habituate in---these kind of people were the stereotypical back in your dimension.

Quote, Back in your dimension. Unquote.

Experiencing mirth in an odd, early morning will never be your style. Even after you had your own business, it was a bad habit but you were coping. Note the word, were. It has not been a hundred percent adapted yet before you were brought on a world that was bound to give you headaches after headaches.

Especially if one case of an headache would include the dealings you had for a particular white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer or be in communication with Satoru Gojo twenty four seven.

It would be a hell of an headache.

The visualization was beyond giving you neuralgia. Albeit, Satoru's visuals---which has been prepossessing since the moment you've recalled the concept of him without his mask on was undeniably delightful to wake up to, it wasn't sufficient if it meant that he had to menacingly set an alarm on exactly four in the damned morning and at full volume, trying to get you to rise-and-shine with a blue sticky note to your forehead.

Four in the freakin' morning.

You bet the odds that not even his students were awake at this particular time of the day where the sun wasn't even shining yet.

With the sticky note on hand, a deep scowl to your face, you've brought yourself to the side of the bed. The glossy forest wood planks in a chorus of brown, it's varnish trapping along the moisture of the wood has been brisk beneath the soles of your feet as you've given the room a once over.

Satoru wouldn't have used his abilities to warp inside your room and scribble such a messy alphabet in Roman style as if it has been forcefully copied letter by letter from Google Translate, right?

You were skeptical over the entire idea. Yet, deep down, it felt like he was bound to be that type of guy especially when one of his abilities had the benefit of teleporting or warping from one place and to the other. For the most part, he obviously would because you were currently shoved towards the teacher's dormitory. Postulating over the expanse of what the room appeared to have, it was technically a lot wider and spacious with a hint of a bachelor's sense of interior design, you guesstimated that this was Satoru's dormitory room.

Besides, the distinct scent of perfume; how Musk and Sandalwood wafted through your nose, you knew it was his from the moment you've stepped foot inside the area. Also, you were manhandled by the man himself, shoving you inside his room before you could even react as he bid his goodbye.

Where was he going to sleep then? Well, he sure did look like he was one of the minted. A person who had the privilege in calling the shots. With over how he had requested for a private plane with just one call away? he probably had that type of wealthy prerogative. You've pursed your lips at that, musing on the thought. Might as well admit that Satoru was rolling in the riches then.

Hence, the note that has been written in a tortuous duplication of the roman alphabet scribbled with black ink tells you that he belonged in the affluent society in their dimension after reading through the lines, comprehending that this proposal had a prize or treat included which lightened up the cranky mood that you were tailoring at the present time.

"Tiny-Chan's Mind Training with Satoru: 'Create anything sweet for the 'Great Gojo'

This will be graded. Prizes may vary. 10/10 rating will be rewarded with a Shopping Spree funded by the Strongest. Hehehe. >:)"

You have been ignoble over your own skills in terms of the culinary or baking side. Despite of the profession you had been in; the concept of having your business over it. This has still been one of your study and tentation. A hit or miss moments or the R and D whenever you encounter something new; something that was far beyond the customary.

Satoru had not mentioned any specifics towards what type of sweetmeat he wanted. However, you've reckoned he would want something of the Japanese cuisines in which he probably have been familiar with.

You might as well add a dash of your own favorite tastes and concoct something out of the blue with whatever ingredients were to be seen in a kitchen that you know would be difficult to find in a broad place within the school you were in. The problem with Tokyo Jujutsu High was that there has not been a lot of people to be seen nor were you introduced to yet.

How you've been shoved inside Satoru's room by the man himself felt like he was trying to keep you hidden as possible despite the chances of meeting another person within the area was a ten out of hundred from the lack of people or staff that inhabited the area.

Though, you were rest-assured someone had owned the room beside yours because you remembered someone kicking on your doors and hollering out Satoru's surname behind the locked hatch.

You obviously were sleeping like a log to even bother and give her your acknowledgement. First and foremost, you never comprehended the Japanese language unless it was Satoru who was talking. The world made it seem like you had no other choice but to communicate and live through him.

Damn it.

After at least a minute of trying to break down the doors in the least, quietest way as possible, this person left with unfathomable phrases of Nihongo that led you to pulling the duvet over your head a lot more than you ever did.

You had the sticky note on your hand, your eyes squinted so hard because of how your perspective was still blurry from the abnormally early rouse. With eyes that hinted a little of corin pigmented morning glory, you've prodded them off with the back of your fingers as an unalluring yawn left your mouth, drowsily murmuring beneath your breath, "This isn't mind training. He just wanted me to make something for him. Ah, this guy and his addiction for sweets...really,"

Cookies and Cream Mochi Ice Cream.

In all likelihood, that irresolute feeling inside of you says that this was an atrocious concoction for a mochi flavor. It was an unusual choice rather than the threadbare ones; chocolate and vanilla being the first of your selections. Second would've been strawberry and red bean. Be that as it may, you've still chosen an option that left you ambivalent nor where you confident enough for it to taste ideal for everyone as this has been the first time you've tried to produce such a dessert.

You've tightly sealed the tupperware with its locks that clicked from the sides. Those were the last batch---the extras that came from the excess ingredients that weren't bound to be kept as it would lessen the quality and freshness of the dish. You decided that it was best to just hand the last batch of mochi ice cream to Satoru's students or to whoever wanted it. You've estimated to have at least only two batches of them. Surprisingly, there has been another which consisted another dozen pieces of it. Three batches that had different colorants but held the same flavors for all. Red, Purple and White.

The kitchen island were in a heap of rice-flour, used glass bowls and other scullery paraphernalia that aided you through the cooking. Tokyo Jujutsu High and the tranquility it offered kept you in a fazed consolation over being on one's Jack Jones. Was it the fact that there weren't a lot of people nor staff that paraded along the institution regardless of how tremendous the school appeared to be?

Or was it because you were used to playing your set of song playlist whenever you were strenuously engrossed every time you were cooking dishes. Somehow, you were aggravated over the fact that your phone---the one that has been constantly in Satoru's pockets and were being kept detained because of a question that you couldn't grasp an answer to---weren't with you as he was utterly obtrusive that you had your passcode saved using his exact birthdate.

You had no idea over what day or month his birthday even was. The guy was probably just an egomaniac to assume that you were bewitched of him enough to have it used as a password.

But, were you not? Entirely bewitched by Satoru's pulchritudinous charm and enchantment?

His eyes were the Ethers; the bluest of blue---celestial Arctic blue that could define the islands of the Blessed. Satoru's beauty could beckon an ailing saint, reinvigorate your flawed soul that traipsed along the crippled path towards Siberia. The shattered utopias that pooled inside those eyes of his---you've foolishly shook your head, mentally eradicating those descriptive thoughts which always kept your heart on tenterhooks. Your mouth were kept in a tight thin line as you've pulled the freezer to the institute's French-door refrigerator, the heartbeat of yours increasing from the sudden outrage you have been feeling. Satoru had been a plague, the COVID-19 to humanity's 2020 back in your dimension.

Hence, even in his world, COVID-19 hadn't been entirely eradicated after all. You doubt he was bound to be exterminated when he was utterly self assertive that he was of person described by everyone as someone who was 'invincible'.

It was impossible to believe so because in your perspective, he was an utter man-child.

Either that, you weren't just given the unabridged sight of what he was absolutely capable of because everybody---including the authoritarians seemed to be like he had them wrapped around his fingers in spite of how they abhorred him for a complex personality and potential that they couldn't keep a tight rein on.

Abhorred. You wouldn't get to the point of describing Satoru that way when he was out with you, trying to offer a lending hand over how to bring you back to your dimension. Though, his proposals had a price---a cost that you surely couldn't put two and two together yet because his assistance were nonsensical to aid such amnesia---you might as well just comply to what he wanted. Although, it mostly has been off the subject.

"Tiny-Chan! Yoohoo!"

Speak of the handsome devil.

You've closed the bottom freezer with your black and white converse that has been besmirched in turf and grunge, even with dried up ichor as well. Your whole being went stiff upon hearing his silvery voice echo around the kitchen, the sobriquet that left his lips sounded jocular more than ever as if he had been chanting the epithet while he was tracking you down. There was this sudden need to clear your throat, your eyes momentarily fluttering close as if to ruminate over how your mind instantly went blank for a second from his unforeseen arrival.

Straightaway, at that exact moment, you knew that his existence was meant to beset your stray soul that wandered upon a dimension which was not meant for you to promenade in.

Without even sparing him a glance, you've unfastened the knot of the strawberry designed apron around you. His heavy, faint footfalls progressed louder, signaling you that he was coming nearby.

You had no idea but you were---indeed, panicking.

Satoru took a second from the figure that stood before the refrigerator, wondering along the hatch as he merrily peeked through the edge of the door with a beam on his face. The moment it fell was when the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer couldn't get the drift of who exactly has been cooking that he had felt the need to verify by scrutinizing you beneath his sunglasses, getting an absolute detail and a definite clearer view without the shroud of his calignous, arrant sunglasses which wasn't as nifty as the normal ones that ordinary people wear.

Well, he wasn't bound to be defined as someone who was normal nor ordinary anyways.

"Eh? You're wearing my uniform?" Gojo was inquisitive as he welcomed himself all the way in as the latter spotted you on the corner, straining to stand on your tippy-toes with your grubby apron.

The effigy of you bedizened in a uniform he had been donning since the day he had it specially customized, his midnight blue parka that ended right just below your knee. An unmistakably declaration that his customary clothing were downright a mammoth next to a kitty---as clear as day, Satoru's garment was clearly vast for your poky height. The sleeves of his jacket felt like it had been an utter hassle as you've been struggling to yank them over your arm because of how it had been over the length that even the fabric that went along his neckline have been made to cover up your entire mouth as if you were one Jujutsu Sorcerer who had some type of cursed speech technique just like Inumaki Toge.

He couldn't grasp at the sensibilities but this went over his system like how Cabernet tasted best chambré; how his coffee had to have at least an additional spoonful of sugar and how he was always in a quandary over choosing what was superior for his palates, would it be chocolate butternut or red velvet?

It was the kind of a mare's nest. Labyrinthine intimation of a discovery that pervaded the desolated garth with tepid sunbeams and binding, eager roses wading its way along the terra firma, neglectful over the barbs that came with it.

Satoru felt like this was an aberrant sensibility that required a doughty explanation. However, it made it seem like it was better unrefuted.

You were heedless over how his broad smile turned nominal, his beam never showing the pearly whites, you've deadpanned. Though, your sentences still felt like it was dancing along the words because of how you claimed, speaking tongue-in-cheek, "Because I had to shower and these were the only clothing you left in that closet of yours. It seemed quite intentional. Don't you think?"

Gojo had his hands inside his pockets as he paved his way, utterly curious over what you had cooked or concocted for him, nearing in as he paused alongside you, leaning beside the kitchen counter as he basically loomed before your height. It was thoroughly evident over how towering he was compared to yours that he had to peer down and be engulfed by his shadows.

"It wasn't! I had a lot of extra pairs! I hardly use the dormitory anymore the past few months,"

Finally, having the willpower to acknowledge his presence, you've turned your head to be met by his clothed chest. Life was unfair, really. How the simplest clothing that Satoru wore could leave every woman breathless and drowning in his enchantments. You've given him a once over, scanning him from toes to head---the opposite of people's daily habit---heedful that it was a deliberate act from your side because of how skeptical you were over what he had to wear for his head clothing. Was it the blindfolds or sunglasses?

To keep your heart steady before it could even be the only sound you were bound to be distracted with aside from Satoru's presence, you've noted how he was garbed with plain black jeans, a plain white shirt partnered with a lavish, sable leather jacket that glorified his broad shoulders and---

---his sunglasses. The difference today was that he was wearing the circle ones you were adamant of him to wear, those particular specs that you've spurned him to think that it was better than the current ones he had.

What antagonized you even more was that Satoru had an amicable smile on his face, dithering the image with the winsome crinkle of his eyes. You could clearly tell that this was poles apart to those skittish grins he always shared with you, the mischievous beams that would tell that it was no good to the society.

Your responses were sprightly. An apparent, involuntary response that has gotten you throwing the refrigerators wide open, feigning an act that you had something to grab onto from the fridge when it has just been your reckless reflexes to avoid the want to scream and the simmering heat traveling from your neck towards your face.

The frigid puff of breeze shot you in the face, peering real hard in search for nothing inside. You've heard Satoru emit a low hum of inquiry, the large refrigerator door seeming to be a baricade between you both since you've forcefully tugged them open. Perhaps, he wondered why you had to cover his view with the institute's steel refrigerator door.

You were savvy that he was profoundly indecipherable over your native language. Hence, this was the only---the lone convenience that you could use against him. A damned benighted trump card that he would probably loathe for or hank to overhear in venereal matters that knocked behind closed doors the last time he heard you during a conversation.

"Really. You just had to wear that today. I know the man sketched on the paper is you. No need to call me out over how stupid I am,"

A random tattle in the midst of being in a spur of the moment. The sole babble that helped eased how his mere existence was throwing you off balanced. You've spoke to no one in particular and just yourself, the native phrase going straight from Satoru's ears and to the other.

"You sayin' somethin'?" Gojo pulled a face, taking a step to the side to peek through the refrigerators to see that you were staring at a basket of potatoes. Your weirdness making his head tilt quizzically. Though, the sudden shift of language sounded incomprehensive in his point of view. Satoru found it downright bewailing that he could not understand a thing nor could he do anything about it. Howbeit, to you; it was a win-win situation.

You were right. He was utterly clueless over every word that you had to utter another as you sighed and eventually huffed from the fish bone that was poking through your insides, "Yep. I'm lucky you have no idea over what I've been saying. Hah."

Once the cold pacified your flustered senses and everything was all hushed. The native pep-talks that has been spoken out loud---much to Gojo's utter dismay and displeasure, you've calmly breathed through your nose, gently closing the refrigerator door shut, intentionally walking over to the opposite side of where he stood, going past him without second doubts and managing to stroll towards the kitchen island that was cluttered with messy mochi ingredients.

To no use, Satoru was determined to be of nuisance and trailed along. Utmost resentful over his language deficiency from your mother-tongue. His nosiness heightening the displeasure that frowned his face, expressive enough that he had his mouth curled in a fit of pique. Satoru was not fond of the indignation. This was rather a thorn in one's flesh for him as he was notorious over being someone who knows and has the ability to do anything. Hence, he meant that he was not capable of achieving nothing.

Nevertheless, your precipitate need upon speaking a language that was incompetent for his knowledge stirred a palpable, vast annoyance within him.

You probably had pained his overflowing pride.

"Oi. That's not fair. I have no idea over what you're saying." Satoru's mouth twitched in vexation, shadowing behind like a child being neglected over such withheld attention.

Attention. He noticed---no, Satoru beheld that you were giving him the go-by. Thus, being aware of how you were turning a blind eye to his presence ruffled his feathers.

He had no idea but the way you've been looking the other way and have been disregarding his presence despite of paying attention to what he has been saying peeved the Jujutsu Sorcerer. Gojo was bothered as if he wanted your sole attention on him, alone.

"Can't you wear your blindfolds again?" you nasally asked, point-blank. Greatly bothered by how he was bringing himself right now---the clothes he wore from top to bottom, it felt like the entire test has not been about the 'cooking' after all. This felt like an assessment on how to keep yourself mollified and composed whenever he was around.

You've brushed the pooling sweat with the extended sleeves of Satoru's uniform you wore, grabbing onto the used glass bowls without acknowledging Satoru who kept trailing around you. He slithered alongside you. Now, leaning his hip along the mahogany kitchen island which was basically as tall as where your stomach goes.

"You're confusing me here--," He spoke rather forthright, crossing his long arms over his chest. Bending over to peer down at your face, scanning your expressions from beneath his sunglasses. Yet, his advances were futile as you basically turned to grab onto another set of used utensils, continuously ignoring to give him the heed that he somehow had been inexplicably pining for.

"---Aren't you the one telling me how uncomfortable you are whenever I wear it?"

You haven't noticed how he swallowed down his odd frustration over the whole ignorance. This flicker of such strange irritation were tucked away with a smicker, the end of his lip churning upward as he goaded, his reckoning for the wanted attention making him sound vain, "Unless, I actually make you feel...things whenever you see my eyes?" he sniggered, his smirk growing larger, snapping both his forefinger and middle one together right in front of your face.

"---Heh. Bet you are!"

You've turned your back to him, gradually being habituated over his wonted blustering arrogance over everything especially towards the part that he knew himself that he was downright gorgeous.

His grin have been eradicated, abruptly falling when you've shunned away from his antics over how he was trying to catch your attention. It was just an estimated of one to two days with Nanami Kento and you were already behaving like he had been whenever Satoru was around the guy.

You've gently dropped the soiled equipment on the sink, grumbling another set of your natal tongue beneath your breath. Your lips pressed tightly together towards the end of your sentence as you turned the faucet on, keeping the grubby kitchen equipment wet so you wouldn't have a difficult time when you begin washing them, "Even without it, you do give me that feeling."

"Ah! You're prohibited to speak your native language, Tiny-Chan! Unless, I say so!"

Satoru's irritation pricked him to the point that he had to brush his fingers along his draping, white luscious locks, grousing as he did so. The irk kicking him over and over again that he had to keep his cool by inserting his hands inside his pockets, trying to keep himself within his presence of mind.

This has never happened to him in a definite amount of time. It has been long since the moment he last felt that infuriation. In spite of that offbeat frustration, he couldn't believe how pathetic the reason was.

It was simply just wanting to have the attention of a non-sorcerer. Hence, this non-sorcerer was of a woman who was tiny, bloody-minded from the start and held strange references of quotes that existed in your dimension.

He'd basically ran to the fridge, omitting his vexation with a cheery attitude as he yanked the freezer open, humming out his excitement when he'd seen three different tupperwares that were tightly locked, "Where's my sweets?!"

You've spun around, noting that he was wholly bent over as you passed behind the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer, his long legs spread before him like he was manspreading---a proprietary plaguy habit that he seemed to have manifested.

"Don't touch the white ones. They're newly made."

The ear piercing screech made your nose scrunch as you've pulled a bar stool and planted your ass straight on it. A volitional act to keep yourself at arm's length from Satoru as he was enthusiastically choosing which is which. Paying regard over his low, pleasing hums whenever he was distracted over particular things that kept him interested.

Satoru was eager to choose the blue one, bringing himself to his full height before he'd manage to shut the freezer close with the heel of his shoe, expressing his zealous tee-hees with the tupperware he held, striding to where you sat.

"Also, I'm no expert at making these stuff, but I tried, Satoru. It's far from what I normally sell back in...my shop," you've momentarily trailed off, the topic of your life back in your own world kept you in a faraway land that you've never noticed Gojo who tossed himself beside you with a haughty grin.

The sniggering, white haired sorcerer took the seat next to you. His own bar stool emitting a loud screech but he did not seem to care at all as he was swift enough to plop beside you, sliding the frozen tupperware between you both.

It was probably inevitable not to give heed to his presence. Would it be better to just stare over that particular crease in between a person's eyebrows? That had been a technique taught back in earth in regards to people who were rattled by staring into one's eyes. Howbeit, the approach had been abandoned when the apprehension diverted towards what you actually had created for him.

The mochi ice cream that you were timid of.

"I've made my own---Uhm, tried to create some Cookies and Cream flavored mochi ice cream," you began to stammer when you've suddenly heard the last click of the tupperware's lock pry open. Satoru was avid as he tossed the cover to the side. He was absorbed over the toothsome dessert that waited to be devoured. He was oblivious towards your attention that was now exclusively set for him. Without any second thought, his long, Herculean fingers began to just go for the kill before you've pulled them away.

Shit. You mentally cursed, never one to speak it out loud. You actually haven't gotten a bite out of one aside from Ijichi who'd manage to stumble upon the kitchen. The bothering issue was that the assistant director had limited knowledge over the language you could both understand to that he had not offered his feedbacks over the sweetmeat and just left without a word.

Though, he was smiling genuinely as he did so. That was a good sign right?

Or was he just feigning the disgusting taste of your mochis that he had to put on a smile for you?

"Wait!" you loudly exclaimed, keeping them out of Satoru's reach. His gaze has now met yours which made you swallow a big one out of the butterflies that started dancing inside your stomach, "---I-I actually haven't tasted them yet. Let me taste them first! I've had them refrigerated long enough for it to be frozen!"

The mochi ice cream was doughy in between your fingers, sweet dish baltic for the accurate texture to achieve the consistency that you wanted. Regardless of the quality, you were clueless over the taste.

You were actually panicking again, having the kittens over a timorous sweet dish you've chosen.

What a scatterbrain you've turned into, an utter damfool when this guy began to exist in your life.

Satoru's irreverence was meant to curb your jim-jams when he'd began to behave in his harebrained ploys. He raised a questioning brow, thoroughly being a pain in the ass while he'd dogged over your hesitance, his captivating gaze locking upon the target that were in between the tips of your fingers, "No can do! The Great Teacher Gojo gets to have the first taste!"

"H-Hey! You're just being gluttonous! That was my piece!"

You've felt your heart leap from his thoughtless movements. Your subconscious mind wanted to yell on top of your lungs when you've felt the soft, pillow of his lips graze along your fingertips, thoroughly asleep on the wheel over his impulsive actions. It felt remarkably supple---just like how it appeared to be downright promising, sheeny just as how his vermillion was giving the impression.

Nope. You weren't admiring how his lips come across as being since then. Nope, that quiet, timid voice whispered in the back of your head.

One of Gojo's cheeks were tumefied. Inchmeal, chewing the sweetmeat that filled half his mouth. The strange, taciturnity from the Jujutsu Sorcerer burning your anticipation to the point that it left you stammering and lost in your train of thoughts. His expressions were entirely noncommittal---never one to see him that way as the guy was clearly overdramatic whenever he reacts to anything.

"S-So? How is it? I know it probably lacks the taste or sweetness or something or whatever..." your fingers grabbed another piece of Mochi ice cream as you blabbered, the tiny shake of your fingers fanning the flames of your inner frets.

You were about to have a taste yourself when the latter had to race you to it again, just diving in and chomping the piece with his own mouth through your fingertips. Thank the heavens that his lip hadn't touched the skin of your fingers for the second time around because you weren't in a stable state of mind already. Howbeit, the juxtaposition he held out for you with his face close to yours had been sending the tingles across your skin, crawling through your heart as it fluttered like a maniac.

His sweet, minty, warm breath fanned across your face in a puff of air when he laughed. His mouth jammed with your home made sweet treat before he sat back on his chair.

"SERIOUSLY. Let me taste it! You're being selfish, Satoru!"

Gojo's mouth quirked at the corners, giving you a roguish one. Prior to his bereft of speech, he was quick to mantle them and kept the entirety of his bona-fide assessments over what you prepared for him. "Hehehe. Can't help it." Satoru spoke with his mouth full, attentive of the minimal commentary he'd managed to give.

You didn't need to know how piquant it was once the sugary, cold dessert passed through his palates; how it left his mouth avaricious for more. He knew this---no, your dexterity with desserts or pastries was guaranteed for his daily, disputed cravings that would eventually come by after today. Thus, this was enough to put your skills to blame because he knew it was an itching gluttony that no special 'kikufuku' could satiate him with.

It began to be his favorite. The first ever sweetmeat he'd tasted from you. Fast as one could judge, certainly a biased point of view from the latter. His taste buds determined to be a renegade for an expeditious patronizing chance. Certainly, this would be the kind where he would persistently yearn for every damn day; the sort that will bother the gluttony of malaise which were an entire inconvenience for Satoru if you were the sole person who could only soothe his sweet tooth.

"What's my grade then?" you've taken heed over how he was gradually chewing the food inside his mouth, abrupt inattentive of your way of catching his attention that you had to purse your lips, finding his reaction that this had been a failure in your part through the way he seemed too engrossed over swallowing what he was chewing.

It certainly tasted bad then.

Gojo was strangely tacit. He was never one to be this way---you believed he was. The latter had the expression that he was holding back his opinions. You were probably right. It tasted unpleasant and he was just forcing to consume them for you.

"Hey, Satoru." you repeated, mouth twisting in a tight frown from how he was treating you like a fly in the face and also never getting the reactions or commentary you wanted. This was probably how he felt when you tried ignoring him a while ago.

Much to your dismay, you've reached for the tossed cover of the tupperware on the middle of the kitchen island and at full pelt, planning to just close them off and cease whatever playacts he was playing.

Though, your heart flew out of your chest when Satoru abruptly yanked the earthenware out of arms reach, shifting around his seat with his broad, wide back away from you as he began to pig out on the sweetmeat as if he did not want to share.

Did he just turn his back away from you like a selfish child?

In all seriousness, the white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer actually did not want to share any piece with you because he wanted everything to himself.

Your eyes were popping out of your eye-sockets when you've noticed how he was hastily devouring them one by one, "Don't finish them all! The others are for Megumi, Yuji and Nobara!" You declared in worry for the possibility that he would basically finish the whole damn dish in just one sitting from how he was eagerly popping piece per piece with no cessation.

You tried to sneak your arm around him. Though, it was entirely futile from how he twirled his bar stool and used his towering stature to his advantage, covering the Ice Cream Mochis that were plated in front of him, "Who says I'm sharing these with them?---," he retaliated between bites, thoroughly immersed upon guzzling the dessert to sate his sweet cravings, "---These are mine. All mine. None for my students."

"You're being greedy."

Satoru heard you huffing from behind. He wasn't oblivious to your frolic ways of trying to snitch a piece of your own dessert that you've made for him. Without even realizing it, the Jujutsu Sorcerer had a wolfish grin etched to his face when you've began grumbling your twines like a pipsqueak.

"Write me something on a sticky-note," he suddenly asked in between bites---no, demanded was the correct word as a bunch of blue sticky notes and a multi-colored pen was now tossed to your way when you've begrudgingly marched your way back beside him, grouching over the fact that he wasn't sharing the food you've made for him.

It confused you.

Your hunches tell you that he was bluffing all the while he gorged upon the sweet dish like a child.

"Don't you know how to write?" you groused with your shoulders slouched, your knuckles over your chin as you were audibly trying to express your whines through the scowl on your face.

"I actually do. Have you seen my pretty handwriting on that sticky-note I stamped for you?"

"The sticky note you've plastered on my forehead while I was asleep? That one?---," you nasally snorted in a satirizing tone, snickering for the candid thoughts that passed by your mouth without even thinking twice. Unaware of your bald statement that sarcastically criticized Satoru, remembering how you were forced to wake up at four in the morning with a damned sticky note to your forehead, the reason why you were cantankerous at intervals.

"---Your handwriting looked like it has been dragged by the ass of a chicken and also been a bootleg copy from Google Translate,"

Satoru ceased from chewing onto the dessert after hearing that, his eyes widening from the frank choice of words as he grabbed another piece of Mochi ice cream in between his thick, calloused fingers, "You know, for a stubborn, ignorant, non-sorcerer who's in the midst of having an amnesia and actually pleads for my help to return to her sole dimension,---" a provoking pause. "---you're the only one---and when I say only one, the absolute one who has the guts to taunt the strongest and it doesn't help that you're pocket sized which makes everything funnier if you ask me."

He'd given you the side-eye, feigning a serious behavior to support the next sentence that would come out of his mouth as one that should be taken as a life or death situation. Gojo suppressed his need to smile when he'd seen the obvious grimace that twisted your mouth in a comical way, the incredulity earning another clamorous reaction from you that he finds entirely entertaining.

"You earn a minus, Tiny-Chan."

"Hey! That's unfair! You haven't even told me my grade yet! I've woken up at four in the morning when I'm not used to waking up that early because of that loud alarm you were intent on setting up!" you began to complain again, the shopping spree prize filling your thoughts when he'd pitch into the idea of giving you a minus despite of not actually knowing the earnest rating of your dessert yet.

He was probably joking. You thought to yourself, giving him a dirty look with tightly scrunched brows.

"Ah. Is that so? But, I see that you're out here being really determined to claim that reward you wanted---," another pause. "---You twine too much. Another minus from the Great Teacher Gojo, then."

Perhaps, he wasn't.

Satoru left it at that and tried hard to stifle his chuckles, cutting off the gaze he was giving you as he looked away. Heedless of how he was trying to intentionally brush you off, trying to act cool as a cucumber. Believe it or not, but the latter was aware of how you've pursed your lips in disdain, saddened over the fact that he was willfully turning a blind eye.

This triggered a grin for Satoru, lifting his lips as he deliberately popped another sweetmeat inside his mouth.

"Tch. I don't even know how to write your alphabets. You know this." you've went on with your cavils, begrudgingly grabbing onto the sticky note and ball-pen as you apathetically responded with a sigh.

Too engrossed over guessing what to write, Satoru had lickety-split pulled your bar stool closer to his side. Earning a cacophonous squeak out of you from his rash movements. The Jujutsu Sorcerer nescient of his spontaneous deeds as he was effervescent to spun around, his tactless maneuvers getting the best of him before he could even regard that he'd cudgel his brains out for this one from the moment you've fitted to a fare-thee-well in between his widely, spread legs, occluding the legroom he'd involuntary made for you.

An overwhelming staggering space that stiffened your entire figure. The disconcerting pummeling of your heart that wanted to bounce of your chest ringing inside your ears again as he went on by keeping you nestled. Satoru had given you enough precarious room to hear his quelled breathing and those low, breathy chuckles that slips out of his puckish sense of humor; his palpable warmth that your subconsciousness described as somewhat sheltering to the point that it manifested how it was an epitome for an ideal snuggling.

"That's the plan. You're writing it using the Roman one! Come on. You get extra incentives!" Satoru eagerly exclaimed, he was ignorant as ever for your rigid muscles, ceasing to function properly when he'd reacted to his own incautious reflexes.

The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer leaned further to his side, extending his long limbs over the kitchen island with his knuckles topped below his chin while he nonchalantly instructed what was needed to be written.

"Gojo's Untouchable Mochi Ice Cream. That should do it."

He had been engrossed over thinking what was about to be written on the paper that he'd briefly took heed of how floored you seem to be like you were zapped by lightning. You were gawking with eyes that glinted of shine---were your eyes actually glistening in disorientation or the fact that you were also dumbfounded for his quirky exigency to have you nigh?

Satoru's sunglasses dangled along his tall nose-bridge, lowered in an amount that he had given you a lovely sight of those pair of Ethers; looking to be half-lidded. It was efficient enough to blow the gaff that the strongest knew you were caught in his mojo that he swiftly decided to make sheep's eyes at you, relishing in your sudden daydream. Ten to one, he was licking one's lips over the recognition.

"You gonna' write that down or just stare at my face until you realize how you're giving me the adorable heart eyes?"

Adorable. Did you hear that right?

You've forcibly blinked out of your reverie, disregarding the trance under coercion because of how you were caught red handed by the man himself, not wanting to relish in his toffee-nosed ridicules because you knew this woolgathering that you've somehow been knocked out with had him entirely involved in it.

Damn him. Damn Satoru and his charisma. You've breathed out an alleviated sigh, noting the quivers of your fingers when you've began writing it down for him as you bit along the inner part of your lips, the heebie-jeebies straining your nerves down in a trembling mess.

Trapped in your own frets, stutters and stupor, It was improvident of you to be divvy enough that Gojo had been derisory outstaring over the tiniest reactions or expressions you've been giving. The latter weighing up over shrouded, kept thoughts that felt anomalous.

"Wait. Let me add something." He simply stated, innocuous how you'd astonishingly kept him sidetracked when it never happens at all. That was strange. Satoru purposefully pulled himself out of his own cogitation, abruptly grabbing onto your own pen and paper as he scribbled and drawn shapes to his own, leaving you to your own stammers and train of thoughts when you've mumbled and eventually realized that he was being covetous for the dessert you've separated for the others as well.

"I-I've made at least an extra 2 dozen set of these. Spare them at least a bunch."

"Nope! Nah-uh. Not a chance. It's not happening. Gojo gets the extra 2 dozen. Satoru gets the bunch." the latter shook his head and emphasized as he was busily scrawling whatever he wanted on a vest pocket piece of paper in comparison to his large hands.

The paper were thrown pell-mell towards you, tossing them back whilst he clicked the pen and aimlessly twirled them around his fingers. His undivided attention shifting back to you when you've confoundedly responded with a tight crease between your brows, scrutinizing the paper on your hands.

"The heck is this?"

A sublime sketch of a circle and a furtive set of Japanese alphabets---that were downright incomprehensible for you---were drawn below your note. The illustration aligned in bullet form to keep it in one piece and not acquire another set of an extra sticky note.  Back in your dimension, these discoid depiction was a toy back in the 90's. For the children, this was best believed to be a kind of plaything which had a wide selection of colors ranging from red, yellow, blue and a whole lotta' more. This type of toy had its own premise by the minors that it reproduces on its own whenever it lived in water. However, if Google was to be used as a form of reference, this trinket was called Orbeez Balls. They were small, absorbent polymer beads made of acrylic acid, sodium hydroxide, and water.

Was Satoru threatening the person who would eat his special homemade Mochi ice cream by throwing Orbeez Balls on their faces?

"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red." His offhand way of elucidating to your confusion had you quizzically tilting your head to the side, your face warped in skepticism and oddity for whatever he was saying as you couldn't decipher a single thing over what he had planned for the victim whom would fall for his ruse.

"You gonna' throw them some Orbeez balls or something?"

Orbeez balls. Gojo knew what it was---finally, a reference that certainly came from your dimension in which he commended himself for, he knew he deserved a loud applause for it as the footnote tickled a snicker out of him. He'd pointed at the second bullet, describing you what the Japanese alphabet and drawings meant so you weren't lost in translation, "That's Hollow Technique: Purple. The white one will probably have some hand-to-hand combat with me,"

You were holding your horses. The furrows along your eyebrows deepening further from his explanation. He'd patiently waited for anything---any damned memory to flash before your eyes. To no avail, you still had no idea over the entirety of his abilities especially when you've persistently claimed how you've thought that he was relating his techniques over a childish toy.

"I understand the hand-to-hand combat. But, these circles...You probably actually meant to say, Orbeez balls?"

Gojo Satoru leaned closer, eyeing you over his sunglasses as the proximity had been much of a bother that it has given you a knee-jerk reaction of helplessly stumbling back in the slightest. That habit of his was extremely unacceptable for your fluttering heart.

"It's not what you're actually pertaining to."

In a matter of seconds, Satoru had even raised a finger as if he was trying to shush you from your jejune theories for an ability that everyone had wanted to evade him for. He wasn't aware of how your palms begin to sweat when he was starting to come to terms that your presence and sheathlike space between you both was rather homely---an incongruous comfort that he shut one's eye to.

His burly fingers was bound to touch your lip if you hadn't reveled in the impulsive rush of your nerves. Satoru was in between his train of thoughts when you've interrupted him due to the sudden rash decisions you've taken. It went as far as to goading his countable mochi ice cream that were left.

"Don't you worry! You wouldn't want me explaining it anyways. You're probably going to have a headache---Oi! They're mine! Don't touch them! Put that back!"

Gojo squinted his heavenly eyes behind his sunglasses, cautious for the minimal strength he was exerting whilst he ceased you halfway from popping the sweetmeat in your mouth. The latter had caught sight over the polarity of your hand sizes when he'd swiftly caught your wrist.

How impulsive can you be around Gojo Satoru?

"B-But, I MADE THESE! ME! I DID! I deserve a piece! Come on! Just one piece!" You've struggled here and there. A push and pull---well, it was rather a stoppage of your deliberate schemes. The goal was as pointless as a cat trying to walk on the opposite side of an escalator. The amount of strength you were using to stuff down your own cooking had been brimful already and Satoru wasn't even budging even in the slightest.

"And I'm paying everything for your shopping spree, Tiny-Chan!"

From his surprising proclamation over such---his sudden honesty that deserved a flip of your hair---you've taken an upbeat, dramatic pause. The ends of your lips churning in an assertive smile. The mental images running inside your head had been a twerking mess who was probably hitting the damned 'woah' for the notable achievement.

Your sweetmeat has been utmost noteworthy and impressive enough to have Satoru hushed and grinning to the sides because of the comical expression on your face when you began responding to his declaration.

"Oh." you impassively stated, sighing a loud one in relief as you quirked a poised brow back at him, clearing your throat to also calm the smites playing with your heart strings when you've heard Satoru expressing his wonted chortles that always leaves you lightheaded.

"These are all yours then, Satoru! Say ah!~"

Before the ink is dry on the page, you've raised the mushy mochi ice cream to his grinning mouth, catching him off-guard and anticipating this warm gesture a lot less because you had been quite uncomfortable to his presence since that moment he allowed you to see what hid behind his mask. You've offered the piece with an amiable smile---a lot too benign for Satoru's fancies of your rejoinders, the saccharine intonation of your voice over how you were trying to feed him your sweet-dish, caught him mentally stumbling over his own footing when he was hardly known for it to happen.

It was probably not the greatest idea to peer before you over his abnormally tinted Stygian sunglasses because he had distinguished everything as if you were cynosure to his six-eyes.

Through everything, Satoru meant every single execrated thing that had been bittersweet on the tips of his tongue. From the slapdash tousling of your hair which seemed to be from the constant swiping of sweat along your forehead due to his thick uniform; the supple muscles along the apple of your cheeks that has tenderly given him the eye-crinkles all the while and till the crumbs of gluttonous Japanese rice flour smudged along your forehead because of how you've pull out all the stops upon concocting a sweet-dish that Satoru bribed you with.

His six-eyes was obviously screwing him for this one as he casted the perception aside, masking his own toothy grin before he'd felt the disruptive iffy of weird fickleness consume him again---one that was not meant to be felt nor should be---as he'd consumed the mochi piece that hung along your fingers with his mouth at a gallop.

Straightaway, the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer pulled his own chair as if he had been singed, tugging you along the overlapping sleeves of his own uniform, benevolently dragging you out of the kitchen with him as you've loudly exclaimed another round of your bleats from how the dishes weren't even done cleaning yet.

The birth of Gojo Satoru was meant to alter the balance of their world. Perhaps, your existence that was considered outrè for all---lived to actually ameliorate his own.

All this constant feeding from them both...*Rolls around while I cry myself to sleep* TINY-CHAN YOU LUCKY BISH---🤬😭🤬😭 Also, this chapter made me hungry af.

SHOPPING SPREE WITH SATORU THO 😭 *CRIES MORE* I can feel y'all mentally screaming 'Sugar Daddy' inside your heads--- Hope y'all enjoyed this long chapter! FEEDBACKS ARE SO MUCH APPRECIATED! HEEHEE!

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[imnotusedtobeingloved]

SIFU HOTMAN

(PLEASE DON’T REPOST/REBLOG)

Warnings: heartbreak, betrayal.

Pairing: Zuko x f!Reader

Characters: Zuko, Katara, Aang, Toph, Sokka.

Requested: I guess?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, nor the gif. Credit to the owners.

Summary: Part six of “destiny is a funny thing”.

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A/N: Hey guys! Here’s a late chistmas present hehe. Have fun reading!

“Who is down there?”

The three of you gasped as the Sun Warrior Chief came into sight. You were surprised, and positively relieved about the tribes appearance, but even more about the fact that you got rid of the slime that clung to your skin. It was removed by aardvark sloths on either side of you, while men and women formed circles around you. The Chief soon stepped closer. ”For trying to take our sunstone, you must be severely punished!”

Great, you thought. Just great.

”We didn’t come here to take your sunstone,” You explained, giving Zuko a dirty look, who pouted briefly. “We came here to find the ancient origin of all firebending,”

“Yeah, right. They are obviously thieves,” Ham Ghao said, walking forward, holding onto the artifact. “Here to steal Sun Warrior treasures,”

“Please, I don’t normally play this card, but ...,” Aang placed a hand on his chest. ”I’m the Avatar,” He gave Ham Ghao a weak smile, as he shifted his puzzled expression towards the Chief.

“Just hear us out,” Zuko said, standing up and offering his hand to you. You grabbed it, letting him pull you up, before helping Aang to his feet. ”This is (Y/N), a talented fire bender supporting the Avatar’s journey,” He gestured towards you. “And my name is Zuko, Crown Prince of the Fire Nation,” He lowered his gaze to the ground, reconsidering. A sight you didn’t want to feel sorry for, and yet it bothered you. ”O-or at least I used to be,” The tribe seemed to listen to him, standing still and silent in their positions. It was a large group of people. And all of their attention was on you. ”I know my people have distorted the ways of firebending, to be fueled by anger and rage. But now I want to learn the true way. The original way. When we came here, I never imagined the Sun Warrior’s civilization was secretly alive. I am truly humbled to be in your presence,” You all proceeded to bow your head to them. “Please, teach us,”

“If you wish to learn the ways of the Sun, you must learn them from the masters, Ran and Shaw,” The Chief answered, his stern eyes never leaving your little group. “Ran and Shaw?” Aang asked. “There are two of them?”

“When you present yourself to them, they will examine you,” The Chief came near, speaking loud and clear. “They’ll read your hearts, your souls, and your ancestry,” He closed in an towered over Zuko, who looked more than worried by now. ”If they deem you worthy, they’ll teach you. If they don’t, you’ll be destroyed on the spot,” You watched as he retreated, seeing the last of him until the next day.

And tomorrow came quickly. Much quicker than you would’ve liked.

You weren’t that keen on dying, but now the Sun Warriors sat in multiple arcs inside the room, before the Eternal Flame. The only ones standing were you, and the Chief himself.

“If you’re going to see the masters,” He said. “You must bring them a piece of the Eternal Flame,” His hands were raised over his head as he turned around to face you. “This fire is the very first one. It was given to man by the dragons. We have kept it going for thousands of years,”

”I don’t believe it,” Zuko breathed, eyes widened.

”You will each take a piece of it to the masters, to show your commitment to the sacred art of firebending,” The Chief continued to enforce, but the more he said, the more unsure Aang seemed to grow. “Umm, Mister Sun Chief Sir‌, yeah, I’m not a firebender yet,” He mumbled, rubbing his neck, before pointing to Zuko. “Couldn’t my friend here carry my fire for me?“

But the Sun Warrior Chief was unyielding. “No,” He turned back to face the fire, not paying any further attention to Aangs uneasy expression. He took a part of the Eternal Flame into his hand, turning back to you. “This ritual illustrates the essence of Sun Warrior philosophy,” He declared, slowly spinning in a circle and splitting the fire in his palms into three parts. Aang stared, entranced by the light, but cringing at his next words. “You must maintain a constant heat. The flame will go out if you make it too small. Make it too big, and you might lose control,”

You were the first to recieve the fire. Feeling the warm comfort of it in your palm was like coming home. Like you’d lost and found yourself again. A unconcious smile spread out on your face, looking down at the dancing element in your hand. Zuko brought his arms forward next, ready to take the flame, as the Chief offered Aang the same. ”I’m sorry, I’m just a little nervous,” He stuttered, but took it. You saw his face get washed over by relief when it didn’t vanish into thin air. “It’s like a little heartbeat,”

The Chief nodded. “Fire is life,” A little smile spread out on the Avatar’s face. “Not just destruction. You will take your flames up there,” He pointed the top of a large mountain. “The cave of the masters is beneath that rock,”

And so you did. The climb was exhausting, having to constantly check on your flame, and fueling it just right.

The adventure lead you through a steep forest, before changing to a surface. You and Zuko had already reached the top of it, turning back to Aang who was lagging behind. ”Hurry up,”

“I can’t,” The Avatar complained, approaching the rock. “If I walk too fast, my flame will go out,” He climbed up, balancing his fire in the other hand. “Your flame’s gonna go out because it’s too small. You’re too timid, give it more juice,” The air bender tried to overcome the next obstacle, wanting to catch up with his friends. ”But what if I can’t control it?”

The two of them argued, while you were lost in your own thoughts. Heartbreak was a funny thing. Your gaze remained on the prince as he concentrated on motivating the Avatar. It was a relief to not feel anger anymore, any time you looked at him. But there was still one aspect that kept you away, and you weren’t sure if you could ever overcome it. The disappointment. Every time you felt like taking a step forward, it made you recoil. Made you step back. It sat in the back of your head, lurking, only coming out whenever he was near.

“You can do it. I know you can,” His voice brought you back into reality. Zuko didn’t ignore Aangs insecurities this time. “You’re a talented kid,” The boy smiled at the compliment, finally reaching the top and following the fire benders to the top of the mountain, where the Sun Warriors were already waiting. Among them was the Chief, framed by Ham Ghao and another male. Behind them the mountain still reached high, showing a bridge in between two vertical rocks.

“Facing the judgment of the firebending masters will be very dangerous for you. Your ancestors are directly responsible for the dragons’ disappearance. The masters might not be so happy to see you,” The Chief said walking closer. “I know I wouldn’t be,” Ham Ghao made clear, placing a hand on his hip with a grin.

“But once they find out I’m the Avatar ...,” The Chief interrupted Aang, correncting him sternly. ”Have you forgotten that you vanished, allowing the Fire Nation to wreak havoc on the world‌?” A guilty look returned to the boys face. One you’d seen far too often since you’d know him. “The decline of the dragons is your burden, too,” Aang turned to the side, as if he couldn’t bear to hear about his failure once more.

The Chief proceeded to root his staff on the ground, while the other two Warriors got into a kneeling position. He then walked towards you, taking a small potion of your flames and handing them over to the group. Warriors stood and sat creating a circle of fire on either side of you, prompting the Avatar to grow restless. “We could turn back now. We’ve already learned more about fire than we’d hoped,” He showed you his flame with a weak smile.

“No, we’re seeing this through to the end. We’re gonna meet these masters and find out what’s so great about them,” The air bender looked towards the rocks. ”What if they judge us, and attack us” You gave him a reassuring smile. “I think we’ll have to take the risk, Aang,”

”(Y/N)’s right. We can’t turn our backs on this now, besides,” He unsheated his swords slghtly, to underline his words. “I think we could take these guys in a fight, whoever they are,” Aang nodded nervously, despite Zuko’s sedative smile, while the Warriors finished their circles. The fire bender turned towards the Chief, and raised his voice. “Bring ’em out!”

The man stretched his hands out on both sides in response. “Chanters!” Music started playing. Multiple drums, beating in a synchronized rhythm to be more specific. It almost looked like the Warriors were dancing with the flames. The Chief stepped aside to let you pass, the path to the stairs now free.

The three of you looked at each other before taking a deep breath and climbing the steps. You could feel the stares of the tribe in your back, as you neared the bridge at the top. The setting sun warmed your skin as you reached the top, painting the sky crimson, and the drums were silenced. You spotted caves on either side of you.

“Those who wish to meet the masters, Ran and Shaw, will now present their fire,” A Sun Warrior announced from below. Your heart thumped faster and faster in your chest as you all stretched your hands towards the caves. ”Sound the call!” Some man blew a horn, sending a flock of birds scattering. The insides of the rocks seemed to be rumbling. Beside you, you could feel Aang trembling.

”What’s happening‌?”

The next thing you heard was a gasp, but you tried to ignore it, fully concentrating on your task. “Zuko, my fire went out,” A whisper sounded behind you, making your blood run cold. “What do you want me to do‌?”

“Give me some of yours,” A fight seemed to brew behind you, upon hearing the prince decline. “No, just make your own,” Hushed whispers continued to be shared behind your back.

”I can’t,”

“Get some from those warriors, Hurry!” But the struggle continued. “Stop cheating off me!”

“Quit being stingy!”

“Would you two cool it already!” You hissed, eventually having enough of their bickering. But they were clearly too caught up in their fight. Aang repeadiately tried to reach Zuko’s flame, who raised his hand up in the air. But the Avatars attempts continued, leading the prince to stretch his arms away.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” You growled. “Quit it!”

You managed to pull them apart just as Aang pushed Zuko’s hand down, extinguishing the flame. They both look at each other, before their eyes landed on you. To your horror, you’d lost your own flame, trying to drag them apart. Suddenly the ground rumbled. You turned to look at each other, wearing worried expressions on your faces.

“Uh oh,” Aang mumbled, when two eyes began to glow in each cave.

Dragons.

They shot forward, roaring, and circling around the bridge. You took a step back, staring at their snake-like bodies, covered in scales and with bat-like wings. “These are the masters,” Zuko stated, to which Aang answered in a low voice. “Still think we can take ’em?”

“Sshh. I never said that.”

“You’re such a liar,” You laughed incredulously, watching the masters circle around you. Down below you could see the Warriors bow to them.

"Guys, I think we’re supposed to do the Dragon Dance with them,” Aang whispered next to you. “What‌?” You wipped around to him. The prince seemed just as confused as you. “What about this situation makes you think they want us to dance‌?” The boy shrugged. “Well, I think they want us to do something. Let’s just try it,” Zuko had never seemed more unwilling in his life.

“Fine,”

And together you moved in sync. The postures from the Dance before slipped into your mind easily, flowing with the dragons around you. As you performed the final move, all your hands meeting in the middle, the masters hovered on each side of the bridge.

And then there it was. Fire.

You yelled, covering your faces, as it engulfed you, surrounding the three of you with flames. Inside the vortex, you stare at the scene in awe. “Wow,” Aang said breathlessly, overwhelmed by the sight. “This is incredible,” You whispered, more to yourself than to the others, while watching an infinite amount of colored lights flicker before your eyes.

“I understand,” Zuko muttered, staring at the flames.

After a while, the vortex slowly dissipated, leaving you standing on the bridge. The dragons curled their bodies, flying up and back into their caves. Together, you descended from the steps.

“Their fire was beautiful. I saw so many colors, colors I’ve never imagined,” Zuko said. ”Like firebending harmony,” Aang added. “The different flames were woven together within, building a never ending untiy,” You murmured, still caught upin the previous moment. “Yes. They judged you, and gave you visions of the meaning of firebending,” The Chief agreed when you’d reached the bottom.

”I can’t believe there are still living dragons. My uncle Iroh said he faced the last dragon and killed it,” The prince remembered. “So your uncle lied,” Aang said. Now a tight lipped smile spread on the Chiefs face. ”Actually, it wasn’t a total lie. Iroh was the last outsider to face the masters,” He slightly raised his hand above. “They deemed him worthy and passed the secret onto him as well,” Zuko’d eyes widened. “He must have lied to protect them, so no one else would hunt them,” You hummed, the cornors of your lips lifting slightly at the memory of him. No matter under which identity Iroh disguised himself, you couldn’t deny that he had a good heart and an old soul. “Sounds like the old man,” The prince looked at you upon your fond tone, his amber eyes being just as loving, but you turned away before he could see your embarrassement.

“All this time, I thought firebending was destruction. Since I hurt Katara, I’ve been too afraid and hesitant. But now I know what it really is ... it’s energy, and life,” Aang changed the topic, which you wee more grateful for, than you’d care to admit. ”Yeah. It’s like the Sun,” Zuko added and curled his hand into a fist. “But inside of you. Do you guys realize this?”

The Sun Warrior Chief smiled. “Well, our civilization is called the Sun Warriors ... so yeah,”

Zuko turned towards Aang. “That’s why my firebending was so weak before. Because for so many years, hunting you was my drive ... it was my purpose. So when I joined you, I lost sight of my inner fire. But now, I have a new drive. have to help you defeat my father and restore balance to the world,” He declared, delivering two blast of fire into the air, far more powerful then in the Western Air Temple. Your own bending was restored as well. With a kick into the air, the flames that should have been last time, appeared now. The Avatar bend a similar flame, grinning at his success, before he walked toward the two of you.

“Now that you have learned the secrets, and you know about our tribe’s existence,” He walked up to you, suddenly wearing a serious expression on his face. “We have no choice but to imprison you here forever,” Your eyes widened, looking between Aang and Zuko, before the Chief grinned. “Just kidding. But seriously, don’t tell anyone!”

Back at the Western Air Temple you, Zuko and Aang demonstrated the Dancing Dragon to the rest of Team Avatar and friends.

“With this technique the dragons showed us, Zuko, (Y/N) and I will be unstoppable.” As you moved into the final posture, the group applauded.

”Yeah, that’s a great dance you three learned there,” Sokka’s sarcastic voice reached your ears. “It’s not a dance. It’s a firebending form,” You answered, whereupon Sokka moved his fingers in a dancing manner. “We’ll just tap-dance our way to victory over the Fire Lord.”

Zuko walked closer to him, feeling the need to protect the ancient tradition. “It’s a sacred form that happens to be thousands of years old!”

“Oh, yeah‌? What’s your little form called‌?” Katara asked and Zuko’s cheeks reddened slightly. “The Dancing Dragon.”

He shut his eyes, cringing, as Team Avatar laughed. "Awww, look! He's blushing!" You pointed at his face that seemed to grow more crimson by the second. "I'm not!" He retorted forcefully, as if it would hide the obvious.

You raised your brows, holding your hands up in surrender. "Sorry, Sifu Hotman.”

"Don't call me that!"

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#zuko x reader #zuko fic #zuko imagine #zuko fanfic #avatar zuko

[blackpoliglota]

Moi assistant une réunion qui aurait été un e-mail...

This is me in that scenario and now after having spent WAY TOO MUCH TIME looking for a GIF for this post... that doesn't even fit the space properly on the desktop version 😭😭😭

Ah well, much ado about nothing, I suppose... anyway, I'M BAAAAAAAAAACK!!! So sorry for the unannounced hiatus... which wasn't really much of a hiatus, as I was still reblogging things BUT STILL. I ended up getting super sidetracked with teaching and dealing with the biggest headache on the planet known as the Spanish Beaurocracy™️🤦🏾‍♀️ Seriously y'all, those people DO NOT know how to do their jobs! If you want to hear about the fun time of trying to get my papers in order so I could remain a legal foreign resident, lemme know! Well, even if you don't I may create a post solely dedicated to that anyway; I could use the opportunity to let out some steam.

Now without further ado, onto my first original post of 2021!!!

As you may have guessed, this is about emails, particularly those written in French. I have 2 recent-ish emails I sent off to a college French professor asking for a recommendation letter for a fellowship. Wanting to keep up my French skills (and not disappoint my former professor), I used that opportunity to practice French by setting aside several lovely hours of my life for each email... yep, you read it right, HOURS. If I wrote those emails in Spanish it would've only taken me a hour tops for each email, but since this is French we're talking about here I had to spend the majority of my email-writing time looking up virtually every other word/phrase, cringe over each eventual sentence(s) I'd create with said word/phrase, and ultimately convince myself to move onto the next sentence to repeat that same process. . . all of this with taking a break after every 3rd sentence due to being lowkey dissuaded from continuing. . . fuuuuuuuun🙃🙃🙃

Anyway, not all language learning sessions are great. BUT, ya gotta push through those annoying/bad times to achieve greatness, amirite? Right, so with that being said, ALLONS-Y!!!

So I mentioned having spent the majority of my time looking up words and phrases for these 2 emails, meaning I now have a lovely list of vocabulary to get through! Check it out below:

Le premier e-mail

La Nouveauté - innovation / novelty / originality / freshness [In the email I mistakenly used it to mean "news", when I really should have used "nouvelles"]

À part - Aside from

La folie - madness / lunacy / insanity / chaos

Supporter - To put up with / to tolerate / to bear

Pour l'instant - For the moment

Falloir (qqch)- To have to do (sth) / must do (sth) [In the email I mistakenly used it to mean "should", when I really should have used "devoir"]

Déménager - To move (house)

L'essai (m.) - Try / attempt

Remettre - To turn in / to hand over [there are many more meanings for this verb, but in the email it's used to mean this]

Le formulaire - (Application) Form

Le faute - Fault / mistake / error

La date limite - Deadline

Faire face à - To deal with / to face

Opérer - To operate / to work / to function

Quoi qu'il en soit - Anyway / either way / be that as it may

Ce que - What [As an antecedent, not a question word]

Se rendre compte de (qqch) - To realize / to become aware of (sth)

La bourse - Scholarship / fellowship / grant / stock market

Requérir - to require / to call for

Le solliciteur / la solliciteuse - Petitioner / solicitor [In the email I mistakenly used it to mean "applicant", when I really should have used "demandeur / demandeuse" according to WordReference]

Le motif - Reason / motive / pattern / motif

Si longtemps - So long [As in "such a long time"]

Le thème - Topic / subject / theme

La déclaration personnelle - Personal statement

La déclaration d'intention - Statement of purpose

Payer le luxe - To have the luxury (to do sth) / to afford (to do sth)

Urger - To be urgent [In the email I mistakenly used it to mean "to oblige", when I really should have used "obliger"]

Amitiés - Best Wishes / All the Best [Letter sign-off]

And for the sake of breaking up these two lists so you won't be too overwhelmed at all the vocab I need to study, here's a picture of the first email below:

Now for the next one!

Le deuxième e-mail

Le tour - Turn

Désolée de. . . - Sorry for. . .

Tel (m.) / telle (f.) - Such (a)

À temps - On time

Lié (m.) / liée (f.) - Related / connected

L'affaire (f.) - Matter / issue / business

Le séjour - Stay / temporary residence / family room / living room

Donc - Therefore [Grammatical position is after the verb, after "pas" if negation is present]

Une fois encore - Once again

L'objet (m.) - (Email) Subject / object / purpose / target

La nouvelle normale - The New Normal [COVID-19 related]

Vécu - Lived [Past participle of the verb "vivre"]

Propre - (One's) Own / clean / tidy / neat

Lorsque - While / when / as soon as

S'étonner - To be surprised / to be astonished / to be amazed

Chacun de nous - Any one of us / each of us

Poursuivre - To continue / to pursue / to keep up

Presque - Almost

L'enseignement de l'anglais langue étrangère - Teaching English as a Foreign Language [abbrv. "TEFL"]

Instituteur (m.) / Institutrice (f.) - (Primary school) Teacher

Le déménagement - Move / moving

Devenu(e) - Became [Past participle of the verb "devenir"]

L'éducateur / l'éducatrice - Educator

Le retour - Return

Bien que - Although / even though

La carrière - Career

La demande - Application

Écrasant (m.) / écrasante (f.) - Overwhelming / crushing / heavy

En réalité - Actually / in fact / in reality

Le résultat - Result

La ronde des finalistes - Finalist round

Alors que - While / even though

Les études (f.) - Studies

Réviser - To review

La communauté - Community

À ce sujet - On that note / speaking of which

À l'avenir - In the future

Postuler à (qqch) - To apply for (sth)

Scolaire - Academic / scholastic

S'améliorer - To improve / to upgrade / to get better

La capacité - Ability / capability

Cela dit - That (being) said

Fou (m.) / folle (f.) - Crazy / insane / mad / wild

Être en bonne santé - To be healthy

Être en sécurité - To be safe

Jurer - To swear / to vow / to curse / to cuss

Le temps de réponse - Response time

Chaleureusement - With Warm Regards / Warmly [Letter sign-off]

And here is the second email itself:

As you can see, I blocked out the name of my professor because Consent Tings™️. Hopefully the email images help with putting the vocab into context! I plan to make quizlets for these vocab words soon and will post the link to it here for y'all if you're interested in studying them! Also, DISCLAIMER: if you didn't know this before, I am by no means an expert in the French language; I'm hardly at the B1 level. Cela dit (that being said. . . see that? heh heh😏), I'm sure there are a plethora of errors in both emails. If you're feeling extra critical when reading them, please please PLEASE point out those errors to me! I want to discuss them with you and learn from them so I can poursuivre m'améliorer (keep on improving. . . once again, hehee😂)!

Alrighty, that covers just about everything! Again, I am so sorry for not having created any original posts in such a long time; life carried me away🤷🏾‍♀️ Now that I finally have my first post of 2021, here's to more frequent content creating!

乾杯(Gān bēi)! 🥂

EDIT: Links to the quizlets below!

Le premier e-mail: https://quizlet.com/_9mktlv?x=1jqt&i=3dk8u9

Le deuxième e-mail: https://quizlet.com/_9ml1s4?x=1jqt&i=3dk8u9

#French #Français #Vocabulary #Vocabulaire #Grammar #Grammaire #Emails #Des E-mails #Black Linguist #NOLA in the house #⚜️⚜️⚜️ #Langblr #Studyblr #Original Post

[makeupbychio]

Omg can u get back to writing dad!5sos?

(credit to gif’s owner)

hi baby✨,,, yes i’m always down to talk about dad!sos hehe, hope you like it💖

Your baby recently turns 1 year old and even when you told Calum to not throw a huge birthday celebration he did it anyways because he does whatever for his daughter and you can prove two things since day one when you told him you were pregnant.

she’s daddy’s girl 

they are partners in crime

He really put a lot of effort on every party details from decorations to personalized food. He also brought his family all the way from Australia, Mali from London and your family even when all of them promised him that they were not going to miss his little angel’s first birthday.

You didn’t have to invite the guys and the rest because it was an obvious thing that they were going to be there celebrating, actually they showed up earlier to help to set everything.

“I have to be honest by saying that I love my niece more than I love my brother” Mali joked about it while Calum put a ‘ha ha so funny’ face.

“Yeah, I think she’s the best thing Calum has done in his life” Ashton joked too while he was helping you doing a mini ponytail to your daughter that was sat in the couch looking at her huge family and eating a piece of banana that Calum gave her.

In another hand Michael was kneeled down playing with Duke after Calum put him a flower crown getting with the theme of the party.

“Yeah Calum, you can leave now. We have Duke and our niece” Michael said from where he was and your baby looked at uncle Mikey and laughed, maybe she found funny how Duke looked or what Michael said or something in her imagination.

“See, she’s agree with us. K’ Cal it was nice to meet ya’ bye bye” Luke ended the whole round of making fun of Calum and your baby just repeat uncle Lu’s words babbling them with a “buh buh”.

You laughed at the whole thing even when you are used to this since you know the guys for years and Calum looked at you and faked a hurt face asking you which side you are but he knows your answer.

Your baby barely understood what was going on with all the stuff Calum bought but she was having a good time for sure, always hand by hand with her dad. And Calum loved being with her the whole party especially since he came back from tour and everyday since that he’s been encouraging her to stand and walk. Calum had held her with both hands because she gave small but at the same time huge steps.

After everyone went home, you offered your family to drive them back to their place and Calum put his baby to sleep and it was easy because she was tired and also Calum but while he waited for you he cleaned the house. It is worth mentioning that it’s a bigger house than the previous one you both bought when you were waiting for your little girl.

A sound took Calum attention and he immediately ran to the second floor to his baby’s room and got scared when he didn’t find her in the room.

He looked at your shared room, bathrooms, your office, he came back to the first floor even when he didn’t listen someone going down the stairs but with a baby you never know. He cursed and started to desperate how he can lost his own kid. Well, the house is huge so he kept looking even outside, the pool, the garage till Duke started barking from the second floor so he went there again knowing that his friend always helps him and takes care of the new member of the family, that Duke loves to lick and take naps with the little human even when sometimes the baby petted him a little bit hard.

Air and soul returned to Calum’s body when he founds his 1 year old baby in the music room. He didn’t know how she got there because he always locked that room for his toddler’s safety.

When he saw she was safe he sat on the floor quietly so she didn’t notice him. He wanted to know what she was going to do surrounded by a lot of instruments so he waited for her reaction.

He saw a smile and a mesmerized look on her face because beside her height she felt the instruments giant. Duke always next to her all the time. And Calum took his phone from his pocket to start filming from his hiding place at the door frame.

In the video you can see your toddler discovering the room where her daddy works by touching the instruments and feeling the textures of the different strings or the sound it makes when she hit them that made her opened her mouth in surprise and express herself yelling or throwing hands almost clapping at this new discovery for her. 

Calum was exploding with love and adoration for his daughter, he resisted a cry of love because he didn’t want her to see him, not yet. 

Your baby got even more curious so she went for the piano and took Duke and climbed his back to reach the seat to play the piano. That’s when Calum stood off the ground when he saw she could injured herself. So he took her in his arms and she express her happiness at her daddy’s presence not noticing the danger in her idea.

“Here you are eh?” Calum said sitting her on his lap while he sat on the piano seat. She moved forwards the piano keys. Throwing hands and trying to figure out how this one function.

She started hitting every key randomly and she was happy with the result, Calum still holding her and looking down at her when she looked at him with a huge smile to let her know that that was amazing.

She smiled at him widely when he gave her motivation with his high voice he talked to her. She also imitated her dad clapping.

“That was amazing! my curious and talented baby” he said giving her sloppy kisses on her chubby cheeks. 

They spent more time in the music room playing the guitars and bass with Duke laid down next to them or jumping when things were excited for him.

Calum’s phone was still filming from the door frame so it captured everything. He showed you the video when you came back and even when you were sad you missed such a moment the video was beautiful and Calum spent the next few days talking about it and showing the video the rest without saying that all started because he lost his daughter in the house. But of course he told you but thank to the universe that it brought this moment and amazing first birthday day.

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[sweetswesf]

Week 16: Last Week of Internship

Well y’all...it’s done...my internship ended.  Did I get a return offer?...

I don’t know!  They were supposed to tell us last week but did not.  Well, they told one of us...one of my Apprenticeship buddies didn’t get it.  He said he wasn’t surprised though because he had been losing motivation.  One thing I do not like too much about working during the quarantine is that companies are still expecting you to produce.  I thankfully can work, albiet distracted, but that is not the same for some people.  Some people are really having an incredibly hard time with this, but companies that are still operating and expecting people to adapt and work from home with no change in compensation or are like, “Get with it or get lost.”  I know my apprenticeship friend who did not get it was open about seeing a psychologist for his mental health before quarantine.  I cannot imagine things got easier once we went on quarantine.

He says he was already considering going back to North Carolina where he is from anyway.  I really did not like hearing that either.  The Bay Area tech industry and the culture here is cutthroat.  I know so many people who do 1-2 years here and dip.  It’s hard because most of the people from San Francisco no longer live here, and it’s mainly filled with people who have come to the city looking for a buck!  Similar to the gold rush to San Francisco of the 1800s.  It’s hard to create REAL friendships because so many people do not do the work to maintain that friendship.  Friendships, as with any relationship, takes time and investment.  When everyone is thinking of investing in themselves and working these long hours for tech companies and spending most of their paycheck on rent, I guess it’s easier to be flaky or not invest as much into a relationship?  I don’t know...

Hearing he did not get it made me feel a bit insecure about my own status with the company, especially since I thought he was incredibly knowledgeable about how the internet works from the lecture we had from our old apprenticeship manager.  He was answering questions with viable answers whereas I would be in those lectures like:

I was looking for another gif, but this one ^ was better. hehe 

I had to check my insecurities at the door though because it’s the same thing I experienced in high school and college: there were plenty of people whom I believed were smarter than me but didn’t end up with the opportunities I had after graduation.  There are so many factors involved that do not always point to skill/know-how.  It’s drive, it’s determination, it’s focus, it’s communication, it’s your story/marketability, your honesty.  It’s a lot...

I know he will be alright.  I know a lot of us will be alright.  I was kind of anxious to hear, but when the University Programs rep said, “This is taking longer than I expected.  I will contact you on your personal email since today is your last day of your internship,” I was at peace.  It was much different from when I was waiting to hear back about whether or not I got the Apprenticeship or not.  I feel like I have done a lot of work and have overcome a lot.  Regardless of the outcome, I’m ready for it.  It will be hard either way, but it will be a challenge God meant for me to endure.  

I got the video back from the panel I served on from last week and just watched my answers.  It felt weird watching myself on video and how my voice trembled and how scatterbrained I was, but I was speaking from the heart with no prep.  To hear my story in my words was calming. I wasn’t a nervous wreck just stressing over what Monday may bring, I was reflecting on the path I’ve gone through so far.  From not getting into what I thought was my dream school (UCLA) but getting into USC and having USC be the PERFECT school for me, to dropping my major, to interning and working in areas I didn’t expect but learned so much from, to living in New York and feeling like that was my real true “home”, to moving to San Francisco and leaving my job without telling my manager to do an on-the-spot pitch, followed by an interview, to experiencing a company pre-IPO to IPO, to building a budget for autonomous vehicle operations and pitching that to the CFO and CEO, to leaving that security and shooting to get into a bootcamp, not getting in the bootcamp I wanted after more than 3 tries and ending up at the bootcamp meant right for me, which led to getting back to my company and being mentored by the person who encouraged me on this journey from the jump without ever having a doubt in my ability to do it, even when I did.  Everything happens for a reason and I know that God is always on time, he has favor over me, and I will be alright.   So many people checked in though.  So many people remembered that I was supposed to hear back this week and they reached out expecting good news. This meant so much to me.  So many people offered support, and said, “Wow, I’m so sorry you haven’t heard back yet.”  I was feeling fine though and wondered if I shouldn’t, but then I remembered God provides perfect peace that surpasses all understanding.  Even mine.  Sure it will be hard, but if I stay faithful, I will be alright.  The schedule didn’t change too much.  I kept debugging and doing a few more tasks, all up until that last Friday, even when it wasn’t required of me.  I even spoke on a virtual panel to aspiring Black and Latinx engineers.  Even when my offer was not tied to it.  I was still getting paid and I was working to honor God at that point.  Ever since changing my focus from working to please my manager or team to working for God, that has made me focus better.  When I start singing a distracting song when I’m working, I always feel like God is there thinking, “Look at you singing and not focusing on your work.  Don’t even know what you’re reading but you give into these distractions of music.  Are you even doing work??  You’re not completing your task to the best of your ability, but you know all these lyrics to this damn song.”  I also think, “How am I now will dictate the type of people I will have working for me when I am a manager myself.”  It’s just like kids.  If you were a rebellious teen, you’ll probably get one when you have your own children :)

Even reflecting on this internship: I did not think I was going to be able to get through when my mentor left when I started coding.  I did not think I was going to be able to stay productive when they asked us to quarantine but still work.  I did not think I was going to be able to stay focused considering scaling down from 3 screens, a keyboard, and a mousepad to only my lap top.  I did not think I could keep up cooking for myself daily.  I did not think I would be able to workout in my room.  Now, I actually prefer one screen to 3 and no additional tech accessories like wireless keyboards and mousepads, I know I should be more efficient with my time and questions if I want help, working out with the instructors on the Peleton app (FREE, no bike required for the cardio, yoga, strength, classes, CHECK IT OUT!) in my room a highlight of my day, and veganism hasn’t been as bad as I thought it was going to be.  I’m healthy and trying to stack my good habits.  I’m also, for the first time in my life, staying consistent with my hydration needs.  I feel great and not tying my happiness to my job as much as I have.  I am not giving in and giving up: I still recognize that all this can be hard, but God provides.  I have enough and I expect to continue to have enough.

My mother and I still speak every day.  I haven’t spoken to my father over the phone in a while.  I think about his health.  I wonder how he’s doing.  What his feelings are towards me.  I just hope he is okay as he says he is in our text convos every now and again.

How are y’all doing?  I hope you are well. What’s been your favorite purchase so far?  What’s been your favorite food to eat/prepare?  What are you watching?  How has this time changed you?  What detail have you noticed that you would not have absent of this time?  Sending my love...

#latinx #black #tech #google #facebook #twitter #tumblr #internship #intern #tech industry #computers #women in tech #black in tech #black is tech #black women in tech #quarantine

[uygmoeb]

ndjajska sometimes just an hour long shower must happen ya know? it cleanses the soul or something lol but to answer your question, i have been alright save for getting sick with a cold D: I'm feeling my throat more as well so that's just swell lol. so I'm on medicine and tea with honey lockdown mode. how about you if i may ask? hopefully not getting sick like me! but no that is understandable, while it cam be tempting to like, go back to comfort of something from before. sometimes it is better to stick to how things are and especially if they are treating you well!

oof that sounds tricky to habdle if not careful! i use photopea and it is a good program to use for gfx and gifs. a bit tricky to use but it has basic ps aspects so if ever feeling a bit on the wild side as i like to say, you can give that a try to see if it is better for you! you may never know, it may treat you well ^_^ if you need help with gifs i can be happy to help. I'm new myself but i can tell you the basic info for sure! ah procrastination, my dear old friend xD yeah i can relate. it is why i joke and call myself a lazy panda hdjajshs BUT i saw the edit and you said you fixed what you did originally and yayayayy!! I'm proud of ya auggie!! this calls for a happy dance *happy dances*

no you made perfect sense love!! that is very much true!! cc on here while do carry tumblr on their backs i agree, are still normal people ya know? they do this and we are grateful BuT that doesn't mean they are better than everyone else (and the same can be said for idols for sure! we are fans and we can support but they are human still) and we shouldn't like, bow down to their feet as they say ya know? oof sadly once you are apart of the overthinking train, you cannot get off. i tried my dear bean, but alas =/ a mood though! or like after you sent it and then they dont reply (which of course is normal) but you cannot help but overthink did yhe text not sound too mean? and you stare at it for like a while and then try to send a more lightheated text just to be sure hdjajdjs.

aww *blushies* this actually made me smile ahh, hehe i am really like honored you said that! ^0^ i always want to have someome feel comfy when talking to me so to know that you feel like that, i feel like i did my job! (oof since when did the holidays come so quickly like what is concept of time? but besides being sick i am excited as well!! i am itching to release my gifts hehe) ~moa Santa aka please send and don't get lost cx

oh no love :( getting sick is no good, i hope u can feel better soon my dear :( what kind of tea do u drink w/ honey?? or is it just like. normal tea ? but i've been ok!! work has been.. interesting just bc ive been getting to know some of the people better and theyre.. interesting.. some people are odd to me and not in a bad way, just a 'ive never met anyone like this idk how to act around u' kind of way hskfhgks

so ive been thinking about trying out actual ps and just. buying it bc i love to make art so much but this program is killing me and my motivation is getting dragged through the dirt :/ but i may try that first !! i actually tried making gifs at one point and ive never given up on something so fast.. i have much admiration and appreciation for gif makers bc i.. cannot lol but a lazy panda pls thats so cute actually :( thank u tho love <3

ccs really do carry tumblr huh? hskfhsk i think about this all the time, but like,, if a big enough chunk of the gif making community left tumblr would be... a shell of what it was and not nearly enough people appreciate them like they should :( esp with all the posts i see about stolen content like cmon y'all.. remember how we were talking about sending nice anons?? one of my favorite things to do is send really nice ones to ccs that make gifs and gfx bc i know some of them put in a lot of work for such little in return.. but i also know they make them bc it makes them happy and they love the content they're creating for but still, somebody has to give them the appreciation they deserve >:(

ive actually gotten a lot better with my overthinking lately honestly, and a lot has to do with the fact that i like. dont rlly have friends anymore LMAO but idk,, for some things i just cant bring myself to care enough to overthink.. atleast not in the moment however when i try to go to sleep? prime overthinking time :)

so i have a random question for u. what music have u been listening to lately? ive been listening to the same stuff over and over again and im getting sick of it which is bad and i need smth else hskgjlds

#answered #<3 —moa santa