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its-luna-noel · 6 days ago

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pirouettes & the ghost of harman street | gojo x reader

10. but i asked if we could be in each other's lives again

"Baby, I'm hurt so bad by you I also think about how nice it'd be, to fall in love again I won't expect the same" ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Satoru Gojo lost his best friend, his partner, his other half. He's terrified when another friend falls for him. He can’t let this time be like the last.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, eventual smut, friends to lovers, past satosugu, drinking, partying, brief non-con & past non-con trauma, depression, past suic!de, grief/loss, panic attacks, some dark themes but i promise this is a comfort fic

word count: 5.3k

chapter: 10/10 prev. chapter

masterlist | link to ao3

notes: *mariah carey voice* ITS TIIIIIME

smut time everyone, okay this kind of got away from me so like, if you don't want to read really sweet but kind of um DETAILED smut you guys can just skip to the last like third-ish of the chapter after the first section break, but I just wanted to deliver okay ik this is an explicit work that has not really had that much in it so i just poured it all into a really soft scene okay anyway i'll stop babbling

back to warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (f!receiving), protected sex because safe sex is sexy, praise, it's just nice and soft and loving

Satoru kisses you for what feels like hours.

His mouth is languid on yours, lips parting against yours as he brushes against you slowly, lovingly. Every time you pull away for a breath, he sees how swollen and red your lips are, and he just softly groans under his breath and kisses you again, unable to resist.

You just giggle breathlessly, hands coming up to his cheeks, cradling him like he means everything to you, because he does.

He hums against your lips, pulling away to kiss your cheek. “Love that laugh,” he tells you, and he grabs your jaw gently in one hand to bring your mouth back to his.

The hold on your jaw encourages your lips open, and as they part he tastes you with a relaxed, unhurried tongue, humming into you again. “I love you,” he murmurs, perhaps for the dozenth time since you crawled into bed together, and you just laugh again and whisper it back to him, voice unendingly gentle.

And when you say it, his heart soars, and he never wants to stop hearing it. “Say it again,” he says, grinning as he nuzzles into your neck.

“I love you.”

He’s still smiling when he kisses your throat.

He knows what he’s doing; of course he does. He knows exactly what he’s doing as his hands come down to your waist, knows what he’s doing when he hears your little gasp when his lips move along the curve of your neck, his touch feather-light to start as he glances up at you through thick white lashes. He watches your eyes fall closed, and he smiles and returns his attention to your throat, now parting his lips to breathe heat against you, to watch goosebumps rise along your skin.

“Satoru,” you whisper.

“Yeah, princess?”

You’re not even really sure why you called for him; you didn’t have anything to say. You just said the first thing on your mind, which was his name, falling from your lips like the softest prayer you’ll ever say. So when he pulls away and looks at you, tilting his head curiously to hear what you have to say, you blush a little and mumble, “Keep going.”

He smiles and leans back down, trying to hide his soft chuckle against your skin. “Okay, princess,” he whispers, his tongue gently brushing a stroke of fire along your pulse point, “I’ll keep going.”

So you melt into him, closing your eyes and feeling everything he does for you.

His lips are reverent on your body, worshiping your sensitive skin as you arch beneath him, tilting your head back to give him more room to work. One of his hands comes up from your waist to twine in your hair, angling your head further as he moves across the canvas of your throat, painting it with love and slow, gentle passion.

Your hands move into his hair in response, tangling in the white strands and holding his mouth closer against your body. You let out a soft, contented sigh, and Satoru can’t fight another smile as he starts kissing lower, along the curve of your shoulder and your collarbones.

The hand that’s resting on your waist, gently squeezing the soft flesh there, dips slowly beneath the hem of your shirt. His touch is a question. “Can I take this off?”

You nod, already helping him pull the fabric over your head. He tosses it aside, already leaning down to bring his mouth back to you, picking up where he left off at your collarbones.

He watches you through his lashes as he moves lower, asking permission at every new inch he discovers, wanting your consent at every juncture.

He wants you to say yes and mean it.

And oh, you mean it.

You nod him forward, and he dips his head and kisses the top of your chest, trailing down to the edge of your bra, still watching your expressions. When you arch your back again, silently begging him closer, his eyes flicker back down to your skin beneath his lips, wanting to see every part of you he can, take in how fucking breathtaking you are, make up for all the time he missed being a stubborn idiot and pushing you away.

So, as your body arches and the low light in the room shifts over your skin, his eyes immediately catch something on your skin.

He kisses his way over, across your sternum where the heat of your body radiates against his mouth, to the top of your other breast. His gaze is sharp, focused on whatever dark shadow he’d seen, and now as his tongue licks along the curve of you, he realizes that what he’s looking at is a bruise, light and healing, a faint mark of greenish yellow on your skin.

Satoru’s mouth pauses on your body for a fraction of a second as he realizes he’s staring at a healing hickey.

Part of him wants to growl and grab you and make you tell him who gave that to you – was it your stupid dance partner or have you been with other guys in Satoru’s absence – but the other, larger, more rational part of him knows that this mark is his fault. He didn’t own up to his feelings for you, didn’t even let himself come to terms with how he felt, and he pushed you away. And now he’s living with the consequences.

But he should feel lucky. He’s the one in your bed tonight, not any other guy. He’s the one you’re whispering I love you’s to as he kisses your body.

So instead of making a scene, he just parts his lips and covers this faint healing mark with one of his own.

Your body arches a little further, a soft breath puffing from between your lips in a gentle exhale of pleasure. Satoru’s eyes smile up at you, but your eyes are still closed, face raised towards the ceiling as he leaves his love bite on the curve of your breast.

Then, once he’s satisfied with the dark, angry-looking mark his mouth left, he reaches up to palm your tits through your bra.

He hums, the sound low in his chest, and his hands trail around to your back, fingers brushing the metal clasps as he pulls back to look at you. “Can I take it off?” he asks, examining the expression in your eyes, trying to see if you’re nervous, or hesitant, or scared.

But you feel none of those things; you trust him. You trust him, and you love him, and you want him to be your enthusiastic yes.

So you whisper it to him, punctuating your answer with a soft kiss on the cheek, and god dammit his face hurts with how much he’s smiling. He unhooks your bra, and the straps slowly fall from your shoulders, cups falling away to reveal your beautiful breasts, and he’s already moving to kiss them because he can’t stand not having his mouth on you.

He kisses a line of wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses to the side he’s already marked, and his tongue flashes out to flick your nipple. As his lips wrap around the pink flesh and suck gently, he’s still watching you, learning with rapt attention what you like best.

And he takes what he learns to the other side.

You’re starting to squirm, and for a little bit of reprieve you reach forward and gently tug on his shirt, a henley you’ve always liked on him, the top button open so you can see the hollow between his collarbones. “Can I?” you ask.

He doesn’t even give you a verbal response; he just pulls the shirt over his head, messing up his already mussed hair, and tosses it in the same direction he threw yours.

Then his mouth is back on you, tongue lavishing attention onto your nipple while his hands hold you in place.

You hum, body still squirming beneath his. Your hands explore the planes of his chest and stomach, palms sliding along warm pale skin as you trail up and down, feeling every part of exposed skin you can.

Then Satoru lets go of your nipple with a soft pop, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to the peak of your breast until he starts kissing his way lower. As he does, your hands return to their place in his hair.

He moves slowly over the soft skin of your belly, tentative and respectful as he slowly nears the waistband of your sweatpants. He glances up at you, feeling you start to tense despite yourself, and your brow is creased over closed eyes, like you’re trying anything you can to not think about what’s happened in the past.

His heart aches for you; he wants to show you how good it can be again.

So he spends more time kissing your tummy, kneading the soft tissue at your sides as he waits for you to exhale, to relax just a little bit.

You’re thankful for the time he’s giving you to adjust.

It takes you a while to melt into the bed, to finally let the tension bleed from your body. But when it does, you nod down at him, and he starts slowly pulling your sweatpants off.

He kisses down your leg as he pulls them off, his touch now more soothing than burning, more gentle than passionate. Then, once they’re off, he kisses his way back up the other leg, until his lips find your stomach again.

You repeat the process with your panties; he gives you time to get comfortable, to decide if it’s still what you want to do. And when you nod him forward, he works slowly, watching you the entire time to make sure you don’t change your mind.

It just makes you fall more deeply in love with him every second that he treats you this softly. With so much respect.

And once you’re bare before him, you can tell how badly he wants it. He’s practically drooling over you, his pupils dilated as he trails a heated gaze over your body before eventually settling to look into your eyes.

“Are you ready?” he whispers. When you nod, he shakes his head. “No. Words this time, princess. Tell me that you’re ready.”

Heat floods your cheeks at his words, but you nod again before whispering, “I’m ready.”

“Good girl.”

And oh, those words just send that heat in your cheeks somewhere else.

He lowers himself between your legs, hands gently rubbing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He watches you as he moves closer, and his touch is gentle, hesitant, questioning as he moves closer.

His fingers gently brush over your swollen lips, feeling your wetness already starting to weep from between them. “Can I taste you?” he asks, his pupils dilating even further as his fingers gently spread your folds. His eyes can’t help but wander, and he pushes his fingers apart into a ‘V’ to get a better look at the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. His breath catches in his throat at the sight.

You nod in response to his question. Satoru tsks playfully, smirking up at you. “Use your words,” he reminds you.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, too. “Yes,” you say softly, hands traveling to his hair, for something to hold onto as he moves closer.

At your consent, he leans in and licks a stripe of heat against you, getting his first taste of you, of your arousal, of how badly you want him.

And god, you taste perfect.

He groans softly, eyes fluttering shut as he starts pressing sloppy kisses to your beautiful pussy. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all this time. Never let me live down how much of a fucking idiot I was.”

You giggle softly, the sound breathless through your soft gasps of pleasure, and he smiles at the sound before tightening his hold of your thighs and pressing his face closer to your core. He’s practically making out with your cunt, his tongue and lips moving in tandem through your slick folds as he lavishes you with his attention. Every gentle brush of his tongue against your clit makes you jump, just a little, the swollen bundle already sensitive to every touch. But he’s not focusing there, not yet; he’s getting to know you, tasting every inch before he tilts his chin and dives a little deeper, his tongue brushing the slick entrance of your pussy.

He groans again, clutching your thighs and pushing them further apart as he tastes your weeping entrance, before catching your clit between his lips and sucking ever so lightly, letting go with a pop. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles into your thighs, and you shiver because you’ve never heard him speak like this, his voice a rumbling growl as he continues to devour you.

His tongue flicks against your clit again, now zeroed in on bringing you the most pleasure he can. He wants to eat you alive, he wants to consume you whole, he wants to lick the plate when he’s all done because he can’t get enough of you, enough of your taste.

Then he pushes his tongue inside you, and your body nearly comes off the bed as you cry out with how fucking good that feels. “Satoru!”

He chuckles against you, pushing your legs apart once more, pulling your body back towards his mouth so he can lap at your clit again, his dexterous tongue swirling and flicking and tasting as your hips start to stutter beneath him. “Yeah, princess?”

You moan loudly as he sucks on your clit again. “Oh god, Satoru, please.”

“Please what?” he whispers into you, voice nearly lost between your legs.

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for, but you don’t stop. “Please, please, keep going,” you say, and you’re practically babbling at this point, mindless beneath the pleasure he’s building inside you.

“I already told you,” he says, tongue diving once more inside you and tasting you from the inside, making you writhe and cry out beneath him, “I’ll keep going.”

And so he does, his mouth working its magic everywhere you need it. He’s watching your every reaction, learning exactly what you like – goddamn you like when he puts his tongue inside you – and repeating those actions as many times as he needs to, because he wants you to feel good, needs you to feel loved. He won’t stop until you’ve come undone, and even then it’s a toss-up, because he wants to make you feel good over and over and over again.

But he also doesn’t want to overwhelm you during your first time with him; he knows what you’ve been through. He knows this is all about earning your trust back. Showing you that he’s worth it.

And so when he feels the muscles of your thighs start to tighten, he works that exact same spot, gazing up at you through his lashes as your breath catches and your chest heaves, back rising off the bed in a beautiful arch and you’re crying out his name “Oh god Satoru please please I’m gonna–!”

And then you fall over, and he’s there to catch you, his tongue still helping you ride through it as you gasp and shudder beneath him.

Once your body is no longer quaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm, Satoru slowly makes his way up your body, leaving soft kisses before he props himself up with an elbow beside you, trailing a hand over your bare side. He gazes at you for a long moment, eyes full of adoration, indulging in his memories of how you just looked, felt, tasted as you came undone for him.

Your fingers brush over his chest, then down to his stomach, finally brushing the waistband of his jeans. You tug gently at the button. “My turn?” you ask.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, princess, not this time.” You’re already pouting, because of course you are, you’re an entitled little princess who wants what she wants. “Next time, I promise,” he tries to reassure you, still laughing softly. “Just…let me worship you this time, okay? Let me make up for all the time I lost.”

And so, because you can’t deny him when he’s speaking such pretty words and making such pretty promises, you relent. And when he pulls his jeans off, it’s not for you to touch him; it’s for him to get one step closer to giving you everything he has to offer.

He kisses you for a long time, so long that you’re stunned and more than a little impressed by his willpower. Your experiences haven’t always been the best – as he very well knows – and so your general opinion of men is that once they get started they can’t be stopped, but Satoru is either superhuman or is just an actual decent guy, because even though you can feel how hard he is through the thin fabric of his underwear, can feel how badly he wants you as his hips rest against yours, he doesn’t push you an inch further than you’re ready to go.

He makes you confirm again, watching as you pull back just enough to whisper, “I’m ready.”

So he reaches over to your bedside table, raising his eyebrow for confirmation before you nod and he slides open the drawer, finding a foil wrapper inside and pulling it out. He sets it on the pillow beside your head, and then he reaches down to start pulling off his tight boxer briefs, and as you watch him spring free, your breath catches in your throat.

He’s beautiful, perfect and pink and absolutely mouthwatering, and so now you’re even more pouty that he wouldn’t let you return the favor and use your mouth. But he just chuckles and wraps his hand around his cock, running his thumb over the tip which is now smeared with precum. He strokes himself once, long and slow as he looks at you, and then he’s unwrapping the condom and rolling it on, the packaged lube slippery on his fingers.

Then he pulls your hips towards him, settling himself between your legs, and asks once more. “Are you sure?”

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. “Yes.”

So he aligns himself with your beautiful pussy, still weeping from your orgasm, guiding the blunt tip between your swollen lips. And then, slowly, he starts pushing inside.

Your back arches, and the movement feels so fucking good for both of you that you moan into each other’s ears. Your lips fall open as your head tilts back, another moan already falling from them as he continues to slide inside, stretching you open with such delicious fullness, and you want this feeling to last forever, and part of you hopes it will.

Satoru comes to a stop once he’s fully seated inside you. His shoulders heave up and down as he tries to breathe through the pleasure of you wrapped around him, so wet and warm and tight on his thick cock, and he wants to ravage you, wants to bully somehow deeper inside you and fuck you so hard he leaves an imprint on your mind, because you’re his and he’s yours and he never wants anything to change that.

But he takes a deep breath, refocuses. That’s not what he’s here for. He’s here to love you, to beg forgiveness, to show you how much you mean to him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and his voice is strained as he slowly pulls his hips back, and the sound of your whimpering does not help his resolve to keep it slow and soft, to love you like you deserve. But he just shakes the thoughts away and slides in again, slotting so perfectly inside you it’s almost unfair. It’s not even over and he can’t wait to do this again, to be inside you over and over again for the rest of your lives, if you’ll let him, to show you how much he loves and cherishes you.

And maybe there will be better times to ruin you, too.

His pace is slow, almost devastatingly so. You’ve never had it like this before; no one’s ever treated you like you’re this soft, this fragile. You’re so used to being taken that you’re blown away when Satoru gives just as much.

“So perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, breath hot and heavy against the side of your neck while he makes love to you, showing you the very definition of the phrase. It’s everything you could’ve asked for, everything you never knew you needed, everything you didn’t even know was possible outside of fiction. But here he is, loving you so deeply, so thoroughly, and you can’t deny his feelings if you tried.

He loves you; that’s without a doubt.

He strokes in and out of you slowly, torturously. Once again, his resolve blows your goddamn mind, because you can’t imagine how he’s still moving like this when even parts of you want him to be tearing you apart and ripping you in half, fucking you with animalistic need after all this time of yearning for him and never having him. But you don’t ask for that, because you know that’s not what tonight is about. Tonight is about love.

And so he continues loving you, and you love him right back.

Satoru’s breathing starts to hitch, the first indication that he’s at all losing his composure. His hips stutter, but it's barely perceptible with the slow rhythm he’s set in motion. He reaches down and gently starts rubbing your clit, in motions very much like those he learned you liked with his tongue, because he knows he’s getting close and he needs you to cum at least one more time before he’s done with you. Your hips jump back a little as you gasp.

“Satoru,” you say, and your voice is almost panicked when your hand comes to grab his wrist, “I can’t.”

He raises his head from the crook of your shoulder, pausing all movements for a moment as he examines the look in your eyes. You whine and try to shift your hips under him, try to chase that pleasure he was just giving you, but he ignores you in favor of making sure you’re okay, that you’re not panicking, that you need him to stop. When he realizes that you’re not scared of him, and that no bad memories are lurking behind those eyes, he softly smiles and starts moving again. “Yes, you can,” he finally replies, fingers rubbing once more on your clit.

You cry out, bucking underneath him. “Satoru!” you cry again.

“Shh,” he whispers soothingly, “you can do it. Don’t be afraid of it; I’ve got you.”

And so he teaches you something about your body you never really knew; that cumming once is great, but doing it twice was even more delicious.

You’re a quivering mess underneath Satoru’s hips, riding out your second orgasm against his throbbing cock. He’s twitching inside you, and his chest heaves up and down as he gasps, eyes squeezed shut so he doesn’t think about how fucking good that cunt feels cumming around his cock– oh shit–

At the sensation of you clamping down on him so hard it nearly hurts, at the wet sounds of him still thrusting into you with your arousal dripping down to his base, at the thought that he can do this again and again as long as you’ll allow him to, he groans and orgasms, too, emptying himself into the rubber condom.

You both stay there for a moment, dazed and panting and exhausted. But then Satoru slowly pulls out, which draws a small whimper from between your lips, and throws away the condom. Then he crawls back into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest and nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers against your skin, and you just smile sleepily, and you’re not even sure your words are understandable as you mumble out a response, “Love you, too…” Before you both drift to sleep in the comfort of each other’s arms.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

When you wake up in the morning, stirring softly under the soft light filtering through your blinds, you find your bed cold and empty. And you wonder, for a moment, if last night was nothing more than a dream.

Then you roll over, eyelashes fluttering, and you see the indent of a body on the other side of the bed, and you know it wasn’t a dream; Satoru really was in your bed last night.

And now he’s gone.

Your heart breaks a little, and you begin to wonder if everything he said last night was a lie. If he really did just say those things to get back in your life, to get you back on his hook because he needed you to love him, to be head over heels for him.

Then you hear dishes clinking quietly in the kitchen, and after a moment of irrational fear that a stranger is in your house, you realize he must have stayed.

You try not to let your heart jump into your throat at the thought.

You slowly crawl out of bed, reaching into your dresser to pull out some pajama shorts and a sweater. You put on your clothes, gently stretching before padding out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen.

You see Satoru, dressed in his boxers and t-shirt, his back to you as he reaches into your fridge, moving with surprising familiarity in the space he hasn’t occupied in so long. You watch him for a moment, letting old memories resurface while hoping there are many more to be made.

He turns from the fridge, and when he sees you, his face lights up.

The smile on his face makes your breath catch.

“You’re up,” he says, and his voice is soft and so, so gentle as he puts the eggs down on the counter and comes to meet you. His hands rest gently on your hips, pulling you close. “I hope I didn’t wake you; I was trying to be quiet.”

You just shake your head, looking up at him. Taking in his messy bedhead, his bright eyes, his loving smile.

“I love you,” you’d both said.

You can hardly believe it that, after all this time, here you are. Standing in your kitchen, arms wrapped around each other like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“No,” you finally respond, smiling a little. “Though quiet and Satoru Gojo don’t really go together, do they?”

He chuckles and draws you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a tight hug. He kisses your hair. “Such a smartass.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah, I do. Don’t let it get to your head.” He presses another soft kiss to the top of your head before slowly letting you go. His hand lingers on your back as he steps back into the kitchen. “Hungry?”

You nod, watching him as he moves in your home. Time and space seem to blend, and it feels like he never left, like it’s last year and he’s learning his way around. Like you’ve grown together, over all these months, instead of apart. Like even through the distance, the absence, the silence, you couldn’t undo the knots that tied you both together.

Like your red string is a little messy, a little tangled, but still strong as ever.

You pad quietly into the kitchen, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He’s warm, and you press your face into the space between his shoulder blades, breathing him in as you hug him from behind, shutting your eyes at the peaceful feeling it gives you.

He hums, leaning back into you for a moment before he returns his attention to the stove. “Feeling okay?” he asks.

You nod against his back, staying quiet for a long moment. Enjoying the serene, domestic scene. Of course you’re doing okay; you have him back in your life, in a way you never dared let yourself dream. You can’t think of anything you could want more than this. Finally you murmur, “Need help?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Just stay there and be my little cheerleader while I make you the best breakfast you’ve ever had.”

“That’s a bold claim.”

He grins, and you can hear it in his voice when he says, “I promise to deliver.”

And you just smile, because he’s there, your cocky, playful little shit of a best friend, and you can’t imagine anything more beautiful than being able to hold him while he makes you an admittedly pretty good breakfast.

So when he turns to hand you your plate, you lean up on your toes and kiss him. And you whisper, “I love you,” to make up for all the time you had to hide it.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

He’s not exactly sure what drew him to you, but if he had to pick one thing, it was probably your laugh.

He heard it for the first time at that party, all those months ago, and now you’re sitting here beside him on his couch, tucked against his chest, and even though all this time has passed, your laughter hasn’t changed, nor has the way that laughter makes him feel.

He’s laughing, too.

He’s laughing because of course he is, he’s watching your eyes light up and your lips part with such a beautiful sound, so how could he not join in? His arm gently tightens around your shoulders, and he looks back over at Shoko, flashing a grin. Everyone’s cheeks are flushed with sake, and everyone seems lighter now that you’re all together again, returning to old habits of drunken movie nights in each other’s apartments.

“We are not watching Twilight!” she says, putting her foot down indignantly.

“Okay, but those movies are classic cinema at this point!” you explain, shoulders still shaking while you laugh.

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “Though I’m inclined to agree that the movies have entered the “so-bad-they’re-good” movie canon, I don’t exactly want to watch a movie about shitty vampire teenage romance, either.”

Both you and Satoru look over at Utahime, pouting, giving your best puppy dog eyes.

She looks sheepishly at Nanami, then to Shoko. “I’ve never seen them. I’m curious.”

And so with a groan, Shoko tosses the remote back to Satoru, throwing herself into the plush couch cushions with a pouty grimace. She crosses her arms over her chest.

“Now who’s being the child?” Satoru says, grinning as he scrolls to find the first movie.

Shoko shakes her head, turning with her lips parted for a sassy retort. But when she looks over, she sees you looking up at him, and the expression in your eyes even takes her breath away. You’re looking at him like he hung the stars, like he might be one of them himself, fallen to earth and crash landed right into your arms. And so when he clicks on the movie and glances down at you, then does a double-take when he sees you already looking at him like that, his heart softens into useless mush. His hand comes up to stroke your cheek, and you lean into his palm, eyes soft, and you lean up and whisper something in his ear, and he grins before returning the favor.

Shoko just smiles and glances upwards, and she thinks to the friend she lost that he can finally rest, because his boy is in safe hands.

And that night, the ghost of Suguru Geto does rest, handing over the heart of his person to you. The little princess who so gracefully earned it.

notes: man.

i hope everyone loves this chapter, and that this was as beautiful an ending as i wanted it to be.

i LOVED working on this fic; this is my first mono-romance work since i was like thirteen, and so i was a little intimidated by posting it, but i really enjoyed writing it for you all. i tried to do all our themes justice – grief, mental health, SA – so i hope that read well just as much as i hope the love story was compelling and fulfilling.

notes on titles: the pirouettes part was easy to incorporate, obviously with our ballerina princess, but using suguru – and, by extension, the version of satoru after he lost suguru – as the “ghost of harman street” took a little more explicit discussion, so i hope it didn’t feel like i was force-feeding the idea.

thank you guys again. (hope you guys are all aching just a little bit like i am that it’s over.) much love, luna xx

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I've decided that VG Print Ads will return in a Thursday through Sunday format so there's less risk of burn out, two posts a day. Friday will still be themed with four posts on those days.

January 2, 2025 will be the first day with new content with an additional account on BlueSky going up once I figure out how I'm going to do it.

Until then, I'm going to get my scanner warmed up, my Internet Archive diving suit refurbished and get back to binge-drafting new stuff for you guys! Until then, have a safe holiday season where ever you are and I'll see you nerds next year! In the name of Harman... ~Paulrus-Keaton?

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velvetwyrme · 1 year ago

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Are you aware of the existence of the comic serif and comic papyrus fonts? If not you are aware now

I've seen Comic Serif a few times (there was a tumblr post about it a while back)

^ (This one)

BUT I'VE NEVER HEARD OF COMIC PAPYRUS AHFKFNSK,,, (apparently they changed the name to Comic Parchment!) but the first thing that popped up when I searched it up is fantastic:

"Comic “Parchment” was mankind’s first genetically-engineered superfont" (Ben Harman, creator of the font) is such a funny way to put it.

Thank you for blessing me with this information, anon.

#i think a True Comic Serif should match the serifs on the capital 'C' BUT i think this version is way funnier and thus is even better #also. I think that Swapfell Sans speaks in Comic Serif #genuinely thats been my internal headcanon since I first saw that post lolol #velwy.txt #inbox #anon

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tsalala · 1 year ago

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Naserian, one of the lesser seen leopards of Maasai Mara. Her name means "peaceful one" in Maa after being born during the COVID-19 lockdowns when the Mara was at its most quiet. As far as I know, the last two known sightings of her are from myself in July 2022 and January 2023. Both Sightings were merely fleeting glimpses before she disappeared into the undergrowth, a truly elusive cat. May our eyes meet again someday, even if just momentarily...

Photographed by Harman Singh Heer

#panthera pardus #leopard #masai mara #kenya #mine #naserian

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xxladyballadxx · 1 year ago

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𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓤𝓹

Joshua Rosfield x reader

Note: The reader being depressed and all, thinking she's a bad person just because she has done terrible things in her life(⌣̩̩́_⌣̩̩̀)

‘You’re a fucking monster!’

‘Why are you still alive?!’

‘YOU SHOULD BE DEAD!’

‘YOU KILL US ALL!’

Every day and night, you hear the raging voices of the people in your hollowed mind. Angered and terrified by you. The part where you were forced to kill their loved ones. Men, women. Even children. Bringing terror to every village and town. That was when you were brainwashed and working with Lord Barnabas and Benedikta Harman. They forced you to kill people, the innocents. Picking the targets for you to track down.

This one time, you were given the task to annihilate the outlaws and the dominant of Phoenix. Clive, Jill and Joshua. The people who were your friends back in Rosaria. When they first encountered you, they couldn’t believe their own eyes. Clive believed you to be dead. Jill thought so too.

Joshua, however, knew you would be alive somehow. They remembered you but you don’t remember them. Your mind was completely foggy and hollow, you couldn't remember anything since you weren’t utterly yourself at that time. Since The King of Waloed brainwashed you. Everything happened so fast…

The next day, you avoided everyone at the hideaway. Not making eye contact with them while doing something important. Including Clive, Jill and even Joshua.

Jill grew worried about your well-being and tried to speak to you. You pushed Jill away and told her to leave you alone. You did the exact same thing to Clive. You didn’t want to talk about what’s going on in your mind.

You stumbled into your room with your dark mind conquering you. Locking the door so nobody comes in. You slumped into your bed and sunk yourself down in a bottle of wine.

As you continue to drink every sip of wine, your mind wanders off elsewhere, falling into a pit of darkness. Screaming of terror made its way into that hole, causing you more suffering. All of these angry voices of people…

‘MY WIFE! MY CHILDREN! YOU KILLED THEM ALL!’

Their rage, their anger…dragging you all the way down to hell…

‘A MONSTER LIKE YOU DOESN’T DESERVE TO LIVE!’

‘You’re a murderer and murderers don’t deserve a second chance!’

“Stop, please, no fucking more…” you mumbled, you held your head down to the floor with hands placed on your forehead. You just couldn’t take it anymore.

‘YOU KILLED MY FUCKING FAMILY!’

‘YOU MONSTER!’

‘Please…PLEASE SPARE US!’

All these voices faded when someone came knocking on your door, “(Name)?” Joshua called out to you, he wishes to come in and speak to you, “(Name)? Are you in there?”

You growled in irritation, finishing off that darn bottle of wine and smashed it on the floor furiously, watching it shatter into pieces. “Just go away…”

“(Name), please, let me in…” you could tell by the sound of Joshua’s voice that he was gravely worried, “I want to talk to you..”

You slam your hands on your bed in anger and walk your way to open the door for Joshua. He stepped straight inside after you decided to let him in. Joshua spotted the broken pieces of a bottle of wine on the floor. He looked up to you in worry as you closed the door.

You sat back down on your bed, not looking Joshua in the eye. “(Name)...I couldn’t help but notice you giving everyone a cold shoulder. Even Clive and Jill.” Joshua continued on, expressing a sign of concern, “Everyone here is extremely worried about you, (Name).”

“Okay so?” you spoke in a cold tone which caused him to get more agitated. Joshua shakes his head disapprovingly, “How long are you going to keep acting like this? How long are you going to keep pushing everyone away?” Joshua stumbled over to sit with you, “...Including me..?”

He won’t give up until you tell him what’s making you feel this way. Joshua wishes for you to open up to him. But the very sad thing is; you really don’t like talking about what’s troubling you so much. To anyone.

“Joshua, I rather not talk about it…” you told him, still not looking him in the eye. “The more you keep those feelings inside, the more it gets worse.” Joshua places his hand onto your shoulder, he could tell that you were suffering and wishes to make it go away, “(Name), please look at me…”

And so you turned to face him directly, his eyes looking deeply into yours, “I know you have done terrible things in the past. I know that wasn’t you. It was Barnabas, he brainwashed you and used you. Forcing you to kill innocent people.” Joshua consoled you, trying to tell you that it wasn’t completely your fault.

“...I will never forget what I did.” You were slowly opening up to Joshua, even though you didn’t want to at first but you wanted to pour your emotions out “I’ve killed a thousand innocents. I remember them screaming and crying, begging for mercy. Even the children. When they look me in the eye, all they fucking see…is an killer, a monster…”

Your words fell hard on Joshua, he couldn’t imagine what it was like for you when you were being controlled by King Barnabas, “I can’t make it all go away. The past still haunts me. It will always haunt me. Stuck in a fucking loop with no way out.”

“(Name)...” Joshua held your hand into his as he continued to listen to you talking about the terrible things you did in the past.

“I also remembered seeing blood on the wall after slaughtering them…” you recalled the moment where you just looked at the dead bodies and walked away after you completed your mission.

“I have nightmares every single night, I hear voices every single day. The voices of the people whom I terrify the life out of them. I even hear the cries of the dead family. I can still hear them. Everytime I go out, people look at me and back away in terror. They remembered my face and threw stones at me.” you carried on opening up more to Joshua, tears visibly appearing on your face. “I walked out of there and found a quiet spot to cry silently.”

Joshua gestured his arm behind your back and held you close, you leaned your head onto his shoulder and wept, “Do I deserve to live? Do I deserve a fucking second chance?” you questioned in sorrow, you felt your heart falling apart.

“You believe you’re a terrible person, just because you’ve done horrible things. I don’t see that in you at all. Just because you’ve done something truly wrong, doesn’t make you a bad person.” Joshua held his hand up and wiped your tears away using his thumb, “Just remember, (Name), you are not alone. For I am here for you always.”

“...thank you, Joshua…” you said it so quietly but Joshua was able to hear it loud and clear. Joshua moved your hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles of it, “Despite those terrible doings of your past, I never stopped loving you.” You smiled sweetly at his words and kissed the corners of his lips, “I’m glad that… you’re here with me.”

Joshua motioned his head close to kiss you, “I will never leave you, (Name). Never.”

(A/n) - Still blaming @aria-lesage for getting me so much into angsty fanfics. I shall continue to write more ANGSTY ffxvi fanfics in future.

UNTIL NEXT TIME ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #finalfantasyxvi #finalfantasy16 #joshua rosfield #joshua rosfield x you #joshua rosfield x reader #angst #final fantasy xvi x you #final fantasy xvi x reader #ffxvi x reader #ff16 x reader #final fantasy 16 x reader #ffxvi angst

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chussyracing · 5 months ago

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what's been happening in motorsport lately?

(long overdue update from me so it's very long and therefore hidden under the cut)

F1 teams and drivers:

Williams (union jack) and Red Bull (red pattern) brought special liveries to Silverstone

Andy Cowell (previously Merc PU chief) joins Aston Martin as new CEO

Mick Schumacher will do a Pirelli tyre test for McLaren because no other reserve driver of thier has the criteria to drive the car and their F1 drivers are coming off a triple header (so their activated the option to use Merc juniors/reserves)

Matt Whyman is Publishing „Inside Mercedes F1: Life in te Fast Lane“ book

Mercedes will bring more upgrades to both Spa and Hungary

Checo will get the new Red Bull floor Max has been running in the next race as well although Helmut Marko said that upgrade was only worth 6 points of downforce

i am so sure that i wrote this down about a month ago but since everyone has been talking about it: Enrico Cardile left Ferrari and will serve gardening leave for the rest of the season before joining Aston Martin, so Fred will oversee the area himself before Loic Serra comes (and potentially Newey as according to rumour that’s main reason behind Enrico leaving)

Ferrari is also set to have a board meeting to discuss the current form

Ollie and Pietro Fittipaldi completed Pirelli tyre testing for Haas

Michael Broadhurst became Alpine’s chief aerodynamicist (previously in Red Bull and McLaren) and Vin Dhanani became their head of vehicle performance (previously in Red Bull) and finally Jacopo Fantoni is their new deputy chief engineer (in Ferrari last year)

Visa Cash App RB partnered with Warner Bros to promote Twisters in Silverstone

oh and after complaining about the tickets the N*rstappen ruffle in Austria helped them sell out the Silverstone weekend

Charles is Peroni’s world brand ambassador and an ad and the first part of short video series to promote the drink was posted

Adidas will be Merc’s official clothing partner

Lewis was reading CBeebies Bedtime Story on BBC on 3rd July called „Small’s Big Dream“ by Manjeet Mann

Charles expanded the export of his LEC ice cream so now you can get it in Italy (can confirm that one, had Chocolate Crunch from Unes and it was delicious), France and Monaco

Pierre extended with Alpine and Lance extended with Aston Martin for next year (and beyond)

oh lol i almost forgot Ollie Bearman is officially Haas 2025 F1 driver!!!

Williams announced 26 new employees joining this year with some big names from RBR, Merc, Ferrari and others (like Matt Harman joining after summer break)

Logan started his own app (i didn’t research more on it so far but apparently there are a few articles about him so far)

Ferrari asked for an explanation from FIA after RBR’s mid season RB18 test that led to performance upgrades which shouldn’t be allowed with tests

McLaren sent out thank you packages to other teams as they helped them out after their hospitality caught fire

Alex made (and almost sold out already) Albon Pets merch

Toto Wolff confirmed they included police to research the email that was sent to journalists and F1 figures concerning the sabotage of Lewis in the team

Mercedes will have a charity football match against Aston Martin today

and Levi’s partnered with McLaren to make special edition of merch

after Almave Ambar, Almave Blanco will be distributed in the UK as well

Andretti Cadillac hired Chris Green as IT director and Laura Sturland as finance director (both previously in Merc)

Future of F1:

6 sprint weekends in 2025 will be: China, Miami, Spa, Cota, Brazil and Qatar (there is one or maybe two locations that make sense otherwise it kills the weekend imo but ok)

Rolex ends their sponsorship of F1 after 10 years (11 if you count this one), instead LVMH will step up into their position starting in 2025 (it is also very much possible Tag Heuer will be their title sponsor since it falls under LVMH umbrella and occupies similar position in business as Rolex, side note: Rag Heuer is the current sponsor of Red Bull) – rumouredly this is about money like everything in F1, the new contract is supposed to be $ 150m, so about three times as much as Rolex gave them

besides this, F1 is also finalising deal with American Express as a global partner

Zandvoort is contemplating making gravel traps to avoid track limits like they did in Austria

Rumours of the paddock:

Zak Brown has been asking for a possibility of engine supply from RBPT instead of Mercedes due to fear of reliability if they start supplying Alpine as well (considering they will drop Aston who gets Honda’s engine and knowing how much he publicly criticizes Red Bull and the culture in the team i kinda doubt it)

Alpine is also exploring RBPT and Ferari as potential engine suppliers instead of Renault

Jos Verstappen still very much wants to get his son out of the Red Bull team and Mercedes could be the next destination, Jos said in Austria that Christian Horner is the one responsible for not allowing him to drive during legends parade during the weekend and they had a lil argument speaking to media, there is still the rumour about Merc engines in 2026 being strong and that being a good argument for Max

this is technically not a rumour but also not confirmed either but Fred Vasseur strongly indicated in an interview that Lewis‘ contract will be for three years (he said they want to be champions in 2025, 2026, 2027 or something along those lines basically)

Haas is about to announce the extending of engine supply from Ferrari (with stronger links as Ollie becomes their official driver while being a part of FDA), they might get some kind of parts from Toyota as well (along with their knowhow) with potential title sponsorship deal

also Gene Haas apparently wants to expand their facilities in the UK

racingnews365 believe that Esteban is going to announce his deal with Haas before summer break

i want to prelude this by saying that driver contracts are highly confidential and nobody knows what exactly is in them, because they simply do not talk about the legal stuff so it wouldn’t get out BUT there has been a lot of speculation about Checo and his contract including clauses of performance compared to Max, some of which he is currently not complying so there is a rumour if he doesn’t improve over the next two races, they can terminate his contract and replace him mid-season (with candidates being Daniel Ricciardo – Horner’s favourite + good for their marketing where Checo is strong, Liam Lawson – Marko’s favourite + has a close to look among other teams if he doesn’t get a RBR backed seat for 2025, and apparently also Yuki)

also Liam is doing a filming day (200 kms test) with RB20 in Silverstone today which is a similar move they did with Daniel Ricciardo last year before he replaced Nyck

and Joe Saward thinks he will replace Daniel in July

also some people freaked out about Mick doing a Pirelli test for McLaren and honestly he has bigger change in Alpine where he did kind of a shootout with Jack Doohan (we have no info about how it went besides Toto saying he was strong)

after Williams were ready to announce a contract with Carlos in Spain with Netflix ready to shoot the footage of it and after he pulled out of it with new offer from Alpine (or rather Flavio Briatore), they now focused on getting Valtteri Bottas as a stable driver to partner Alex

that leaves Carlos waiting if Max really leaves RBR (but Marko made it clear they don’t want him anyway), potentially Merc (Toto said they are not interested in him but after Kimi’s results in F2 so far, he said maybe the door is not fully closed for him yet), Audi (where Liam Lawson was seen in Austria, but even after Carlos missed a deadline from them, they might be interested) or Alpine (and if he says no, they still have Jack and Mick lined up and ready)

meanwhile Guanyu has been exploring the option to get a seat in FE if he cannot find one in F1 (with Alpine, Haas and Sauber as possible options) or even being a reserve for an F1 team for 2025

Ted Kravitz mentioned paddock gossip of Estaban leaving earlier than planned to replace Logan mid season in Williams and make space for Jack Doohan in Alpine (the only thing supporting this right now is interview with James Vowles talking about this and mentioning potential changes event his season)

Will Buxton on the other hand mentioned Daniel Ricciardo is talking to Williams

and finally Blick reported that Drugovich might be on Williams‘ list after Carlos

as for Logan he is reportedly in talks with Prema to get their Indycar seat

Lewis Hamilton is rumoured to buy Gresini Racing motogp team

apparently Lewis also called Seb to ask about what Adami is like as a race engineer and Seb gave him positive feedback

Jeremy Clarkson said he can calm people down and say that Newey is not looking for houses in Italy but rather UK

the superlicence request in Miami was potentially meant for Arvid Linblad (if you don’t know who he is, he is rbr junior currently crushing it in F3)

Briatore wants to bring Binotto into Alpine (lol)

Other series and juniors:

Franco Colapinto, Ollie Bearman, Jack Doohan and Isack Hadjar got their FP1 junior drive in Silverstone

Roman Staněk will end in Trident after Monza, he terminated the contract due to the team not performing like expected and is currently looking for a possibility of another seat in F2 (when it’s on dry, the car lacks too much to others and only on wet like in Silverstone’s sprint, the differences are diminished and the driver can show what’s in them like he did going from p22 to p8)

British F4 race in Zandvoort will have SO many F1 Academy drivers: Abbi Pulling, Bianca Bustamante, Carrie Schreiner, Jessica Edgar (and of course Chloe Chong which is driving full season in British F4)

so Arrow McLaren cannot behave for a week, to sum it up: David Malukas (who got a full time seat after Alex Palou was sued for not driving for them) got injured, they got Callum Illot drove instead of him for some time, since David wasn’t healing, they fired him and hired Theo Pourchaire for the rest of the season, INSTEAD they fired him as well after he posted about how he can’t wait for another race, and now hired Nolan Siegel (and on top Rossi will leave the team and will get replaces by Lundgaard in 2025)

freaking Nikita Mazepin was testing GT3 in Hungary after the EU sanctions were lifted (side note idk if i stated before but Haas has to pay off Ural Kali)

Other news:

Goodwood festival of speed is coming up with interesting names (like Frederik Vesti, whole of Williams team, RB team including Horner etc)

the F1 movie everyone has been in frenzy about will be called… F1 (i think there is some teaser too if you are interested, also Fernando did an interview after Silverstone which will be used for the movie as well as some other real life stuff, like Pierre’s onboards modified) OHHH also Hans Zimmer should compose music for it like he did for Hunt vs Lauda (however it is called in English)

there was a rumour that Danica Patrick is leaving Sky Sports but that fake (or rather AI generated)

the Silverstone trophy was made by ex-F1 mechanic Alastair Gibson from car parts (there are two trophies always but the Iconic golden one is returned)

i am putting this in other category because it’s simply too unhinged but there was an open letter from some fans that Leo Leclerc is not loved and cared for enough (be so serious he has better life than i do)

#gossip night #f1 #e #there is a LOT i didn't have time to post it sooner rip

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