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reds-writings · 1 year ago

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jealousy, jealousy!

(pairing: rust cohle x fem!reader)

a/n: hello! welcome to my first bout of writing! feedback is greatly appreciated and i hope you enjoy! there isn't much rust content on here so i figured i'd create it myself lmao

warnings: cursing, steamy scenes but nothing too crazy, sorta sexism, marty hart being himself, rust being pigheaded, mentions of sex, etc etc let me know if i missed anything (minors just don't bother interacting regardless thank you!)

word count: around 5.8k

Never did you think that sitting in the passenger’s seat of Rustin Cohle’s red Ford pickup could have you seething as it did now. This wasn’t at all how your night was supposed to go and the culprit of said unsavory evening was sitting right next to you, cigarette pinched between tense fingers and eyes set hard on the dark highway ahead. The stubborn bastard had made no move to turn on the radio to save you both from the borderline unbearable silence. All you had was the humid Louisiana air from his rolled-down window flowing into the truck’s cabin and you couldn’t quite find it in you to be grateful for the fact he seemed to have kept in mind you detested the smell of that sour burning tobacco.

Just who the hell does he think he is?

The question that repeated itself a mile a minute in your Coors-addled brain as it fought to catch up with all that just occurred not even a mere hour prior. Rust, as you already well knew, did not bother himself much when it came to others unless it strictly involved the endless trials of his work. That was the line he drew on a daily basis. Nothing could be clearer than the fact that Rust had little to no capacity for getting truly personal with most who existed in his orbit.

It was something you dealt with a bit better than the likes of your other partner Marty day in and day out at the CID. Though he may be one mystery wrapped in a more or less fucked up enigma, Rust’s way of functioning stayed relatively consistent. You didn’t dig often given that he wasn’t up and ready to offer much in the first place. He was sharp and strong-minded. Possessing most qualities that make well for a good investigative partner. Lines didn’t get muddled. It was how you preferred it. Up until recently, that is.

You didn’t have much nerve or will to go down that route right about now.

Earlier in the day…

Your fingers were cramping at the end of typing the last dregs of the day’s reports. This recent case was starting to weigh heavier and heavier as an influx of countlessly cryptic details revealed themselves with each milestone of the investigative process. Something about this being darkly occultish as it was made it all the more daunting. There was a sense of underlying dread that this was something bigger than all of you. A sentiment you found yourself sharing with at least one of your partners: Rust. Marty on the other hand was still on the fence, not totally in the business of believing this was more than just some twisted piece of shit who had nothing better to do with his time. You wish you had half the mind to reduce it down to something so simple.

Strange things were not that of an irregular occurrence around these parts. Though said strange things didn’t have the habit of making it to the limelight as the Dora Lange case had. This wasn’t the type of case where one could be fine with just leaving it at work and picking it back up when they returned the next day as normal. Its disturbing details twisted themselves into every fiber of your daily life since that poor girl was found posed in Erath. It was better to eat, sleep, and breathe this case so that it may be solved all the more quickly.

A world with one less monster like the one capable of committing a murder such as this is was a world where you could maybe sleep a little more soundly.

Rolling your shoulders back, you twisted your aching neck side to side, resounding with an aching series of pops. God, I need a drink. You thought to yourself as you leaned back into the roller chair at your desk. The clock on your floor’s wall read 6:02. With all the work on your part done you figured you could slip out with much complaint. Stiffly rising from your spot, you started to pack away any necessary belongings into your well-loved messenger bag. Marty glanced up from his notes with a small quirk of his brow, “You headin’ out?”

Throwing your hair up to save yourself from the impending humidity from outside you replied, “Yeah. Need to wash the day off me and go grab a drink or somethin’. Bein’ out talkin’ to them church folk in the heat nearly all afternoon then witnessin’ Rust make that one boy shit himself was enough for the day.”

Marty snorted to himself at that while Rust made no move to acknowledge your statement from his spot as he analyzed his comically large ledger. The blonde sipped his evening coffee as you finished gathering your things, “Don’t get too crazy tonight now. Lots to do in the days to follow I reckon the more this case stays befuddlin’ as is.”

You scoffed lightly, “I don’t doubt that. I’ll probably just head to that Blue Gator joint off the highway. Grab a few beers. Maybe a dance should one be willin’. Need’ta let loose is all.”

“I’m sure any fella would be delighted to spin the night away with the likes of you, darlin’. Leave it at just dancin’ will ya?” Marty snickered a bit as you scowled and flipped him off idly. You notice in your peripheral Rust go still with a pen in hand but he didn’t make any move to look up or participate in the conversation.

Continuing, you fix Marty with a half-hard look, “I’m sure you have your extracurricular activities beyond the job so it ain’t a sin to have my own. Anways, this is hardly an appropriate conversation to have betwixt coworkers, Martin. Keep your nose outta it.”

Marty let out a surprised guffaw and placed an offended hand over his heart. Rust still hadn’t moved an inch from his position. When you let your gaze drift over towards the silent half of the duo you were met with that cold blue stare of his. The mere instance of contact left you feeling funnier than you’d prefer as of late. Things were starting to blossom into something a little different between you two after the few months of being in each other’s presence. He had been starting to open up in a manner he hadn’t bothered to when he first transferred to the CID here in Louisana. His presence had been quiet but no less intimidating, leaving you and Marty at a loss of what to do to prompt him out of his self-imposed shell.

Now, as this new case unfolded it seemed to trigger a sudden release of the deepest tidbits of his…intense opinions and values that went on within the inner workings of his mind. Marty often found himself wishing that Rust never bothered to open his mouth at all. Anything coming from the brooding Texan seemed to offend Hart on some deeper level one way or another.

For you, while it was not all that pleasant to constantly hear how fucked up we as a collective were and how life had little to no meaning, were intrigued nonetheless. You believed that Rust was just as human as everyone else despite him pushing himself as far away from that narrative as possible. He was just broken in a way that couldn’t ever be truly reversed. So while his infinitely dismal ramblings left you feeling more defeated about life than anything else at times, you couldn’t find it in you to really hold it against him.

When it came to your dynamic, he seemed to have more of an unspoken respect for you than most of your colleagues did within the department. It wasn’t some radical declaration made by him that clued you in on the matter. He mostly just treated you the same as everyone else. Not inherently negative nor too positively outgoing where others could accuse him of giving you some form of special treatment. He listened to you and took your input into genuine consideration which was more than you could ask for when it came to working alongside any of your other male counterparts. However, there were these little instances within the recent weeks that had your mind (and heart) taking another route when it came to how Rust Cohle just might regard you.

First, it started with fresh coffee materializing on your desk by the time you’d be strolling in at morning time. Two sugars with one cream and always in your favorite green mug ordained with hand-painted daisies. Very specific and not at all a detail that Marty ever bothered himself with remembering about you in the time you’d known each other. Not that you ever really cared. No one else here would ever think to offer you a damn thing unless it was maybe the lovely receptionist up at the front.

It wasn’t until one night you had forgotten your keys at your desk and made your way back inside the assumingly empty department only to find the Rust Cohle with sleeves pushed up to his elbows in the small office kitchen cleaning your daisy mug that you’d left haphazardly in the sink before leaving. You watched in silent awe as he had set it gently aside after drying it for what you assumed was for the next morning where he’d be the one who dutifully made your memorized coffee order in secret before your arrival. To him, the act was probably meaningless.

To you, the simple scene made your heart squeeze in a way you didn’t think was possible.

Next, it occurred when he started offering you rides to and fro after your car suffered a nasty rear-ending thus needing to have it sit in the shop for the time being. At first, it was a little nerve-wracking to be in close proximity without Marty present to break any drawn-out silences but after a while you’d found yourself in a rhythm you could call your own. Sometimes you’d talk, sometimes you’d sit and listen to whatever old country cassettes he had stowed away in his glove compartment. It was never dull to you.

Each car ride had you piecing together factoids that unfurled into the evergrowing idea that was your new(ish) partner. You still found yourself sharing more about your own life than he did more often than not but you were okay with that. Even if he wasn’t the most reactive of men, you knew he held on to every word. Anything he decided to sparingly share had you doing the same with a reverence you weren’t sure you carried for anyone else.

After getting your car back and no longer needing his chauffeur services a silent agreement had followed. Neither party was completely ready to let go of the pleasant thirty-three minutes permitted to be spent together outside of work. It was decided that he’d drive you home on nights you happened to leave late, deeming it too dangerous to be traveling home at odd hours in the night although you had already been doing so plenty before he manifested into your life.

Eventually, he even found himself at your house one day after having determined that your porch steps needed fixing…or that your gutters should be cleared…or that the lawn was looking a little too overgrown than what was acceptable. Small acts where you felt that maybe he wanted to be in your presence a bit longer than normally desired when it came to his usual limits of socialization.

Seeing him working around your property with that sweat-soiled wife beater of his and those lithe, god-given arms made that squeeze in your heart reach new heights and your tongue feel like lead. Who knew such pictures of domesticity could have this intense of a hold over you? You usually prided yourself in not being so easily affected by men. Though it wasn’t necessarily news that Rust was his own brand of a striking handsome that stood out against most men you’d come across. The sweet tea you’d supply for the dreadful heat when he’d carry out his projects ended up being more for your own benefit than his.

You caught yourself feeling greedy for more of his presence as he made himself an increasingly present fixture in your life. Which realistically…couldn’t lead to any sort of good.

Bringing yourself back to now, his gaze held an emotion you couldn’t quite place. Hell, most times it was hard enough to know exactly what he was thinking unless he outright declared it. Maybe it was disapproval? Judgement? It wasn’t likely that he wanted to hear about your potential escapades. You probably wouldn’t want to hear of his either (not that he ever does speak of it if he even engages in that sort of activity) but you’d be coming from a different place on that matter. He returns to the pages of his ledger after deciding to break the staring spell, “I don’t see what sorta grand company could be found at an establishment such as the Green Gator.”

His tone came out a bit too passive for your liking. Bordering the ugly lines of judgy which was something that rubbed you wrong entirely, “It’s the Blue Gator-”

“Oh hush up, Mr. High and Mighty. Not every man is as intellectually driven as you find yourself. Most men want fun and ain’t gonna pass it up when it’s in front of em’. They don’t need nearly as much as you do to get their rocks off.” Marty angles himself towards Rust in his chair, already willing to bat for you in his more than unhelpful way.

Rust just scoffed and shook his head slightly, “Wouldn’t expect a thing from anyone in this vast shithole…buncha ignorant shitheels with no sense of fuckin’…” He muttered the rest of his ramblings detailing the severe lack of intelligence that the people of Louisiana seemed to hold while bringing his attention back to his ledger.

His shoulders were set in a harder line than usual. Marty got a kick out of it all, reducing Rust’s distaste to not being able to participate in normalcy like anybody else in the world could.

On your end, it struck a nerve that he clearly found your plans more than dissatisfactory. It left an unpleasant taste in your mouth to be on the potential receiving end of Rust’s ruthless judgments.

“You forget him, y/n. You have yourself a good ol’ time with whatever strappin’ young man of your choosing should he be lucky. Don’t let grumpy guss piss on your parade.”

You find yourself grimacing at how much focus on you and the prospect of potentially getting laid has been put. You look back to Rust but he seemed to be no longer interested in your presence, back in his own world and on the case. Patting Marty on the shoulder you finally make your way to head out, “G’night. I’d love it if we never brought any of this up again. Page me if anythin’ comes up.”

“Y’got it, darlin’. You stay safe.” Marty points at you a bit more seriously and you nod in slight exasperation with a soft ‘got it’ before officially leaving. Rust hadn’t said another word which left you feeling all sorts of confused. Relieved he didn’t further insult your plans for a night out? Disappointed he didn’t put up much of a fight when it came to you maybe trying to avoid any of your current problems with the company of another man? You don’t know what you expected but you did know that you needed to get it together and just let this shit go even for just one night.

And what a night it would be indeed.

Night at the Blue Gator…

The night was proving to be a bit more than uneventful. Perhaps uneventful was just about the only thing your mind could handle at the given moment with everything else going on. The lingering feeling of Rust’s disapproval had also left you more affected than desired. With a few Coors in your system, you find your gaze a little hazy as it passes around the kitschy establishment.

Some George Strait song filters through the bar on top of the active chatter of the patrons taking up a surprising amount of space for a Wednesday night. The cute little black dress you managed to find in your closet and squeeze into was becoming less than ideal as you found yourself hearing the siren call of just calling it quits and crawling into bed back home. Clean sheets and reruns of something like The Golden Girls…absolute fucking heaven right about now.

Briefly pressing your perspiring bottle to your forehead, you soon enough were roped into a dance as some lively Brooks and Dunne tune came on. The fella who managed to drag you on the dancefloor was decent enough. A bit short and plenty bald… with maybe a tad too eager of hands for your tastes that left you feeling a bit removed from the experience as a few more songs went on. You weaseled yourself out of the crowd after ‘promising’ baldy (named Rex or Tex but who’s to really care) you’d make your return after grabbing a refreshment.

Making your way to the bar your legs come to a sudden halt at the sight of a familiar figure slouched on a stool. After your brief shock shifted into a brewing irritation, your feet found themselves mobile again as you sidle next to Rust and order yourself another drink. He put out his cigarette as soon as you were near his side but made no motion to speak so you find yourself shooting first.

“For a place you couldn’t bother gettin’ the name right of you can color me surprised to see you here.”

“A man ain’t allowed to drink after work?” Is his flat reply.

You put your hands up in mock defense, “No need for my permission. Just didn’t think you’d grace the simpletons ‘round here when you can have a drink for free and in peace in the comforts of your own home.”

Rust didn’t have anything to say to that, instead lifting his own drink to his lips, “That man sure had a grip on ya. Doesn’t seem the type you’d to give the time of day to. Less’ you’re that compelled to blow off steam.”

The thinly veiled nonchalance of his insult didn’t go past you. Instead, it caused you to bristle only in the way you could when you had a few drinks in you, a bit more sensitive and a helluva lot more confrontational. Who was he to judge how you spend your time? Let alone who the hell you spend it with? You set your new drink down with more force than necessary and felt your face starting to get hot.

“I can dance with just about anybody.”

“That’s been made clear.”

“And why in god’s name do you care exactly just who it is I dance with?”

“Don't remember ever givin' the implication that I quite cared.” Calculated blue flitted over you as if bored. But you knew better.

“I’m sorry, did you just come here to make me out to be some desperate whore for drinkin’ and dancin’ when I’m a grown-” That got his expression to fall with something closely resembling alarm.

“That ain’t-”

“Last I checked I can do whatever I so fuckin’ please. Do not go insertin’ yourself in the aspects of my life in which you are not fuckin’ concerned. Some of us are lonely and tired and can’t take comfort in stupid murder manuals or severe stretches of solitude. Call it my shitty programmin’ but that’s just how it is for most people. If I wanna drink and let a greaseball feel me up then that’s entirely up to me! Shit, it might be dumber than hell but it’s not like I’m gonna sit and wait around for you to make a move! That’s if you even feel a speck of the way I’m startin’ to towards you. Knowin’ you you’ve probably noticed and just like to see me embarrassed or somethin’.”

Everything was coming out like one big bout of word vomit. There was an even deeper change in Rust’s demeanor but you were too tipsy and too angry to pay much notice. The burning behind your eyes grew stronger as you threw up a finger to jab at his shoulder,

“It is not up to you to judge people for the shit they do that you deem is beneath you every chance you get. You’re not perfect yourself and I know you know it. But thanks anyway for making me feel like a fuckin’ stupid loser-” Your heated rant was interrupted by a fat mitt of a hand making its way around your waist.

“This fella botherin’ you, honey?” The hot whiskey-riddled breath of Tex or Lex or whoever the fuck immediately made your nose wrinkle in disgust. Your patience had run its due course for the night as you roughly shoved him off you,

“Oh come off it, Dex-”

“It’s Rex.”

“I don’t care no more I’m leavin’.” You threw a couple bills on the bar’s surface before making your move past both the offending men. Rex had different ideas and made the choice of gripping your arm tightly without much remorse despite your loud protest.

“You still owe me a dance, bitch. Where d’ya think you’re goin-”

“You best get your hands off her, boy.” Rust’s glare was off-putting even to you. Rex was either too stupid or too drunk to really care as he attempted to yank you back towards him. With your heart racing, all you could think to do was take your heel-adorned food and stomp on his booted one hard. The short bastard yelped as he let you go, giving you the room to skirt past him far enough just in time for Rust to take him by the collar and send him reeling with a swift punch.

Rex surprisingly regained momentum and took his chance to get a lick back at Rust but his opponent was already plenty steps ahead of him. Rust took Rex’s fist, twisting it behind the shithead’s back, and slammed his head into the bar countertop with a sick thud. A commotion had well enough formed by now and it was your obvious cue to start hustling your way out. Rust spit on the man who now had made a home on the sticky floorboards before turning to you. Your chest was heaving as you made way to open your mouth but he wouldn’t hear it as he grabbed your arm and started leading you out.

The bar doors slammed open and the persistently thick air of the South drove you further into rage. You yanked your arm a few times until finally freeing yourself from his clutches. He didn’t stop to acknowledge you, instead making his way toward his truck as if expecting you to faithfully trail behind.

“Where exactly do you get off?!” You demanded, struggling to keep up in your heels which then had you electing to nearly fall over yourself trying to rip them off.

No answer.

“I’m talkin’ to you! What the hell is wrong with you?” Your feet were finally free on the warm pavement of the parking lot. You still received no reply.

“RUSTIN.” Your throat nearly felt raw at the volume of your hollering. He stopped at his truck’s passenger door and opened it. The blood in your veins thrummed while your head and heart felt like they were going to burst out of their respective places.

“Get in the truck.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You’re drunk-”

“You ain't one to talk. Don’t think I ain’t seen those bottles of cough syrup in your car or them pill bottles you got! I’ll make it just fine-"

“Y/n.” His low baritone left no room for argument, nor did his hard stare. You felt like a petulant child staring back at him with your arms crossed.

Your will to break was unshakeable but you had the inclination that if you pushed him hard enough he’d have you in that passenger seat even if you came kicking and screaming. Huffing out a harsh breath you half stomped your way over and climbed in. Grabbing the handle for yourself you slammed the door before he had the chance to close it for you. You felt a lick of petty satisfaction when you saw his shoulders drop and a hand come up to squeeze the back of his neck. It wasn’t often you could catch Rust off-guard, let alone see him visibly exasperated.

After a moment or two, he rounded his way to the driver’s side and got inside with noticeably less ruckus than you did. He lit a cigarette as he pulled out of the parking lot, but not before rolling down the window in consideration of you. Bastard.

“My car better find its way back into my damn driveway come morning.”

He remained silent for the rest of the way.

Back to the present…

Pulling up to your house, the truck hadn’t even made a complete stop before you unbuckled and hastily hopped on out. You only stumbled a bit as the old Ford squeaked behind you in what was probably the harsh fashion in which Rust must’ve slammed on his brakes at your sudden escape. You heard the truck get thrown into park and a heavy slam of a door shutting as you quickened your pace up the pathway to your front porch. Your heaving breaths were drowned out by the frogs and nearby cicadas that created their own little symphony on your property. You knew Rust was following you but you naively hoped you’d make it up to shut the door in his face just in time.

'Fuck, I forgot my shoes.’ Was your narrow thought as you fumbled for your key ring in the endless depths of your purse. Rust’s footsteps grew closer causing you to whip around and shove him back with a clumsy force much to his surprise.

“Don’t you come followin’ me! I’ve had just about enough of you!”

“Listen-”

“No you listen! Never have I been more embarrassed than you’ve made me tonight. Never have I felt more stupid and small all because you decided today was the day I’d be on the shit end of your scathing criticisms! You can fuck right off with that mess. I’m goin’ to bed.” You turned to start your trek before he spoke up again,

“My intentions were not to come by and make you feel stupid.”

A near-jarring laugh clawed its way from your system, “Oh, so that’s your twisted way of makin’ a girl feel cared for. Is that it?”

He let out a frustrated sound, “What’d you mean by startin’ to feel a certain way towards me. Back at the bar.”

Your heart nearly dropped out of your ass just then. Did you really blab on about that somewhere in the middle of your tirade? God, you could just about go feed yourself to the gators right now. Work would no doubt be complete hell after this nightmare of an outing.

“Take it how you want it. I know with you being as perceptive as you are it shouldn’t come as a mystery what I might feel. You do plenty towards me that’s had me foolishly thinkin’ there could be a one in a million chance of somethin’ but no dice. So what I want to know is why did you follow me out. Why did you come all this way to ruin my night.”

The silence was biting as he offered up no explanation. He seemed to be trying to figure out that answer himself. Instead of the petty satisfaction you felt from seeing him at a loss earlier, he seemed well and truly bothered now which left a sinking feeling in your gut. The thought of the immovable force in front of you being this bothered when it came to matters involving you just made you all the more disoriented. There was only one other plausible explanation as to why he went through all this trouble to insert himself into the mix.

You could almost fall to your knees laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of your creeping realization. It couldn’t be. There was just no way. But given the miserable look of Rust’s obvious inner battle on what he should decide to say to you had you gawking.

The man was jealous. Rustin Cohle, feeler of nothing and believer of none, was jealous. A fit of giggles made their way out of you before you could help it. It might’ve been in poor taste during the seriousness of the moment between you both but you couldn’t stop. Rust seemed all the more distressed as if he’d been caught red-handed. Stripped bare in front of you despite no real accusation of his behavior being made quite yet.

“If I knew any better I’d say you were plain jealous, Rust. Can’t say I see you bein’ capable of actin’ so irrationally. I thought entertainin’ such primal notions was too beneath you. Especially should it involve lil ol’ me.”

But he was indeed more than susceptible to all the irrational factors of his so-called programming when it came to you. You were beautiful. Mind, body, and soul. Your presence brought things to the surface he didn’t believe he could ever have the experience of feeling again. It scared him shitless. Having to face what was making his old tired heart beat into a lively rhythm again after convincing himself things of that nature were abysmally futile. Even as you stood in front of him now, with eyes and hair looking something fiercely wild, feet bare and dirtied from your lack of shoes in that high-cut black ensemble you had on. He absolutely knew that he couldn’t bring himself to deny what his programming was demanding of him when it came to the unknowing hold you had over him. Flexing his shaking fingers as if to render them steady he took a slow approach to you.

This was a moment where you had neither the sense nor the imagination to anticipate what he’d do next. It was as if your heart had forgotten how to keep itself beating. This was the closest you had found yourself in his proximity. Being able to see every fine detail of the tragically beautiful man in front of you could have left you speechless for the rest of your days.

A large, calloused hand came to cup your jaw then the other followed. Both nearly took up the entire sides of your face, and their warmth made you feel as if you were on fire. His grip was firm… more so intenful if you were to put a name to it. Eyes searched each other in the most tortuously bated moment you’d ever found yourself being victim to. If you were to move an inch or look away the spell might be broken forever and you think you might just collapse if that were to happen. When had you gotten this dramatic?

Kiss me. God, kiss me. Just kiss me. You thought over and over as if willing it into his mind. Then, as if he heard you through some unspoken link, he did.

It was like being let in on one big universal secret that couldn’t be fathomed by most. Never had you thought a kiss could wield as much power as Rust’s did. For being such a hard and withdrawn individual, the feeling of his slightly chapped lips on your plush ones felt nothing short of soul-bearing and endlessly warm. Trailing your hands up his broad chest, the quick pitter-pattering of his heart didn’t go past you. Drawing your palms up further you reach to lace deft fingers into the sandy waves that you’d secretly been aching to touch for a while now. His breath faltered as you pulled back for a brief moment. It wasn’t long before the invisible magnet between you both had you returning for more.

The kiss turned more intense, bodies pressing and molding into each other as if you could become one entity. His tongue traced the seams of your lips and you had no qualms with letting him invade your senses further. The need for air was becoming harder to ignore but no force on earth could rip you away. The desire for him was something you’d not felt for another person in you’re not sure how long. If not ever. His breath held traces of the Lonestar he’d been cradling and the cigarette he’d deeply pulled on the way here and it had you absolutely hooked as it curled into your mouth. You didn’t know how long the pair of you stood on your porch necking like a bunch of desperate teenagers but by the time he pulled away you felt dizzy at the sight of his flushed complexion and swollen lips. Possessiveness gripped your being at the thought of being able to have such an effect on him. You. No one else.

Rust’s grip loosened on your heated face as he planted one last sweet kiss on you before stepping away entirely. It was a shock that you had any remaining strength to keep yourself upright. His expression seemed a bit more relaxed, a bit too casual for what just transpired. There was a brief pause.

“Don’t go out dancin’ anymore.”

With that, he turned and made his slow descent back to his truck. Snapping out of your daze once the words sunk into the crevices of your Rust-drunk brain you quirked a brow,

“If that’s your odd way of layin’ claim on me I think I’m gonna need to ask for a more straightforward redo, mister.”

You saw his shoulders shake slightly in amusement as the night found itself ending on a more playful albeit confusing note, “G’night, y/n.”

“I’m bein’ serious, Rust. You can’t just kiss a girl like that then waltz on out. I have questions.” You pointed.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow.” The cowboy gave a slight wave and then got into his truck. Oh, you could wipe that subtly growing smirk right off his stupid face. His dry sense of humor made its presence known at what you thought was the most inopportune of times. You stood there watching his truck disappear into the night, the ghost of him sticking to you like molasses. Your fingertips graced your buzzing lips and you could’ve started giggling again like some schoolgirl. How ridiculous indeed.

You were so not letting any of this go when you got into work tomorrow.

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tojjist · 1 year ago

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“At Least” S. Gojo

�� genre: angst to fluff (kinda)

☆ pairings: Gojo Satoru x f! reader

☆ summary: After Geto left, nothing has been the same. Especially not your relationship with Gojo Satoru. Once you decide to move to Kyoto for good, Gojo is less than pleased. But fate does not seem to want to let you go.

☆ cw: mentions of sex, depressed gojo, not spoiler free, hopping between timelines but like i added non-canon events, smoking, drinking, getting drunk, high school Gojo being a high school boy, cussing, mentions of drunk sex but it doesn’t happen, mentions character death (from the anime), gojo satoru (yes that's a trigger warning).

☆ wc : 5.6k

☆ a/n: this has been in the doing for so long? I've been waiting to have the chance to upload it for maybe a year now smh. Also was originally written for an irl of mine lmao

“Oh my god,” you emphasize each word, pushing the wooden chair away with your knee. “Satoru, is it yours?”

His black pupils, lined with iris the color of morning skies, study your figure from behind the shaded glasses, pink lips quirking slightly upwards in approval of your attention.

“Nah, it's only staying with me for a week,” he stated, watching nervously as you strode over to him. “His owner is away for some business.”

Your attention remained fixed on the pet in Satoru's long, long arms. Your face lit up when a bark escaped the infant animal. “Can I hold it?”

Satoru watched over you carefully, pleading eyes coming in line with his blues. You make it hard to say anything other than an immediate yes, but he tries to stretch out the conversation to his best ability.

“It's 400 yen for 10 minutes,” he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his words. He earned a look of amusement from you; a small victory. He then braced himself for the next part. Satoru bent down, meeting you eye-to-eye, and noticed your breath catching in anticipation. “Or... you can shorten your skirt.”

Your face took no time to grow hot, not giving any verbal answer besides the blank expression you stare at him with. For a second, Gojo let himself think he's the victor of this little challenge he started in his head. But he soon came to realize how grave of a mistake he's made.

You're not flustered, you're angry.

“You're such a fucking pervert,” you fume, eyes glaring daggers. He dares not move, noticing the way your eyes flutter over his face.

“You're truly unbelievable,” the shorter male chuckled, making sure he didn't bump into Satoru's now-bruised arm. “What were you even thinking?”

“I thought it was funny, y'know?” He huffed in response. Gojo's fingers ran through his own bright locks as he took a seat on the wood hung up by metal chains. "Besides, has she always been this strong? Physically, I mean."

Geto stared into the reddish sky of dusk, placing himself into a swing in turn and kicking the air so the swing would start moving. "I don't know. Girls are really full of surprises.”

He never thought, not in a million years, things would come to this. Ever since Gojo's last encounter with Geto after he, well, changed... Gojo became unable to face anyone quite the same way he did before.

How did he get here? How did things escalate to this? Thinking about it, Geto had shown signs of a change in his heart and mind. It was Satoru's fault, was it not? He should have done better. He should have noticed. How could he not have? wasn't he the strongest? Wasn't that his job? How could he be so bad at everything?

How could he fail everyone like this?

“Gojo-San?”

Your feminine voice cut his train of thought. He almost forgot the situation he is now stuck in. He's been doing that a lot: losing himself in thought, mind almost immune to the outer world until he temporarily lost his sense of self. Nothing felt quite the same any more. It was like the world had lost its color.

“Sorry- What's up?” He turned to you. Gojo-san, you called him. When did you stop using his given name? What's with the '-san'? Gojo hadn't realized that losing one person was the first step, and now he found himself deep in the road of losing everyone.

And now he's stuck in the elevator with the girl he had liked for so long. He couldn't find it in himself to say anything to you, to push your buttons like he always did or joke around. When did the world become so heavy? He does not know.

“Are you okay? You seemed off.”

Your face is devoid of any genuine emotion, seemingly expressionless. But your voice is laced with concern. Gojo could only guess you didn't want him thinking you pity him or anything of such. But if that isn't the case, he wouldn't know. He's too tired to bother thinking about it.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm fine,” he smiled in assurance, “Just bothered by, well, this-” he threw his hand in the way of the control panel. The elevator doors have been stuck for almost twenty minutes now. How pleasant.

“uh huh,” you sigh, turning back around. How did you turn so cold?

When the silence stretches, you start a conversation, hesitant at first. “By the way, I got accepted as a helper in a nursery in Kyoto,” you mutter, gaze avoiding his own. “they're expecting me to start work right after spring break.”

Spring break?

Holy shit. It hit him like a truck. That’s barely a week and a half from now.

“Spring break? Why so soon?”

“That’s when the students file back in,” you mumble, fiddling with the watch placed around your wrist. You pause to read the time, then turn to meet his eyes. “I’m leaving in four days to get settled.”

“Oh…” His breath caught, “Train?”

What a stupid question. He knows. Satoru has never been unintelligent, especially in conversing. But now his unintelligence shines through as if it’s his only trait. He’s glad you don’t question it.

“Yeah, I have no other form of transport really.”

“Well, uh…” He hates himself. He hates himself for not doing anything. He hates himself for being so weak and cowardly, for being unable to keep his friends around him, for shutting everyone he holds close out. But now, he especially hates himself for being unable to feel happy for you, or to congratulate you on the opportunity, “come visit us every once in a while, yeah?”

Your mouth remains shut, only staring at the tall man before your eyes. The silence stretches between the two of you once again, and you don’t find it in you to speak of how you feel.

“You.. you know you could have died, right? We all could have b-but you…” You trail off, thoughts splattered like a spilled pot of ink. Although you seemed unfazed, in your mind you were anything but. Haibara, Riko, and all the losses that trailed and every event that followed has been stressful and nerve-wrecking. And even in the quietness and silence of the general atmosphere, it has been nearly impossible to find peace within yourself.

“Well, I didn’t. What happened had passed. Can you change that? I doubt so. No point in ‘if’ and ‘could’ve’.”

Before you could respond,the lights flickered back on. You grow unsure if you’ve struck a nerve, but that wasn’t what you meant. Gojo’s response had nothing to do with what you said, you were sure he knew exactly what your words were meant for. Why is he so scared of confronting it?

You don’t know. You could never hope to know because you and Gojo Satoru live in different worlds, the man who was only Satoru some time ago. You were worlds apart, yet Satoru loved to play pretend that he lived in the same world as you, even when he stuck out like a sore thumb. But he was no longer. Ever since Geto left… it’s safe to say everyone has been changing slowly, deforming from their previous lives and personalities. But Satoru flipped, like the head and tail of a coin, he got himself a new face. He turned into Gojo Satoru; the strongest. A soul unalive. A broken boy in an ever growing body. A stranger.

Two days later you find yourself still roaming the campus , searching so desperately for something. Anything. A reason to stay, perhaps? You don’t find it anyway. You have no attachment as this place holds nothing but misery. Or that’s what you told yourself over and over as you packed your things.

Your steps were graceful, walking so cautiously as if careful to not wake someone up. Your fingers find rest on the old, dusty door frame, pushing yourself into the room that hadn’t been used for a good month or so. The classroom looked the same as it always did. Except for the shadow that loomed over it; a gray shade that sent chills down your spine. Or maybe it’s just your imagination.

Then you spot something rather out of place. You’re sure you’ve never seen it before and although you know it’s none of your business, the way it tugs at the strings of your curiosity is undeniable.

It’s red, poking out of what you’re sure is Gojo’s desk. The gloomy classroom was no fit for paper with a color so vibrant.

Your heart skips a beat when you glimpse the seat next to Satoru’s. You do your best to avoid looking at Geto’s desk any further. You busy yourself with the task at hand, reaching out for the mysterious paper hidden in the wooden desk. Shivers run up your arm at the texture of the scrunched paper.

You attempt to straighten it to your best ability, strained by his hard work of crumbling it with obvious frustration. you can barely make out the letters of your name in the middle of the paper, outlined by a messy circle. How Gojo of him. A few lines stick out of the ‘circle’, one of them has the name of a steakhouse somewhere in Tokyo. Another has a date, reading somewhere along February. It’s near impossible to make out what the small combination of letters say, especially when Satoru’s handwriting is closer to symbols than a comprehensible language.

The thought of it was so funny it didn’t feel like him at all. Satoru never planned anything. Every breath he took was based on pure impulse. Never would it have occurred to you that he thinks through things, let alone brainstorm.

The thought makes you smile. But the realization that he never asked you out because he changed his mind or everything that happened getting in his way makes your stomach churn unpleasantly.

You decide it’s probably for the best to never bring it up. It would only make matters worse for both of you. Life ran its course; who are you to try and change it?

“I apologize, but my answer remains. I refuse to take part in this,” you spoke in an even tone. “I have a job and a life away from jujutsu. I’ve made it clear sorcery is not a part of my life anymore.”

"That’s completely understandable,” the old man argued, his voice hoarse with age. You’re pretty sure you hear anger further straining his voice, “but your technique is quite strong. That strength could be of great assistance if put to use.”

“Thank you, sir,” you dip your head, maintaining eye contact with the decaying man. “But I truly apologize. The decision is final.”

“If you ever do change your mind, please let us know. We’d be more than happy to hear it.”

You almost let a sigh of relief escape. Finally he gave up. You end up only nodding your head in response gratefully, retreating from the old man. As soon as you're safe and out of sight, you let your posture drop, eyes rolling back in annoyance. These guys are truly as relentless as ever.

You stopped upon a familiar scent catching in your nostrils. Lifting your head up, your eyes roam around, scanning the room for your friend.

“You look troubled,” Shoko approaches you, taking the cigarette out from between her teeth. “What’s with the face?”

“How is that man even alive,” you look at her, “he’s ancient.”

Your comment earns a light chuckle from the brunette. “I’m glad I never have to get caught up in this bullshit.”

“Blissed aren’t you,” you roll your eyes as you speak. “I shouldn’t have come in the first place, I knew they were going to do this.”

“It’s alright, you’re all done now. Here-” Your friend then lifts the cigarette up, putting it near your mouth. When you don’t show any resistance she, being the bad influence she has always been, proceeds to place it between your lips. You waste no time, making quick work of the drag you inhale, bringing the familiar cloud of toxic chemicals and tobacco into your lungs. Your expression relaxes, shifting into one of relief. Shoko scoffs playfully, muttering that you’re dramatic under her breath before she pulls her cigarette from you, taking in a drag.

“Satoru’s here, by the way,” Shoko didn’t need to look at you to guess the way your eyes snap towards her. She bites back a smile. “He’s calmed down. He’d even seem the same as long as you don’t squint too hard.”

“Good for him,” you mutter, trying to seem as unbothered and nonchalant as your accelerating heart rate would allow. You avoid looking at Shoko, trying to seem disinterested. You know she’d pretend you weren’t gawking at her the second she said his name.

“He’s trying, you know. He’s just as nervous as you are.”

“‘M not nervous,” you scoff, “For god’s sake. It’s been ten years already.”

Satoru is stressed. He's nervous, as Shoko put it. He’d spent so long trying to ignore the past, pretend the past wasn’t at all. He couldn’t confront it. He didn’t want to. Satoru knows what he’s done, he's aware that he hurt you the last time you two had interacted. And that was ten years ago. He even let you leave without so much as a goodbye. How could he look you in the eye and pretend nothing has ever happened?

Gojo didn’t want to face the consequences of what he’s done. More so what he hasn’t. So many things were left unsaid in the elevator that day. They’ve been hanging over Satoru ever since, weighing his heart down and wearing it out.

What if he’s met by another woman? Ten years change a lot as is. What if the eyes that meet his aren’t yours? What if he finds himself talking to a stranger that carries around your name and features? Of all the horrors Gojo Satoru had faced in his life, nothing caused dread to pool in the pit of his stomach like this thought does.

Shoko seems to find something beyond you interesting. You don’t bother to turn to see as the brunette has always been a little in her own head. She’s probably just dozed off.

“Hey, think you can hold this for me?” Shoko muttered once Gojo crossed her sight. She stands facing you, averting his gaze. “I’ll be right back, nature’s calling.”

From his distance, Gojo couldn’t make out what the two of you were saying. He watched as your shoulders shook, presumably in laughter. Shoko then made her away from you, barely sparing Satoru a glance.

Every step he took felt heavy, weights landing on his shoulders as he moved towards you. He watched smoke emerge from over your head. He didn’t know you smoked. And even though he’s not completely sure what you do for a living now, he’s not expecting any nursery to accept a smoker in their team.

His long strides finally arrived, opting to remain a step behind you. Close enough to make his presence known.

The aura was unmistakable, almost as if it could be physically sensed. You freeze in place, the cigarette remaining a few inches from your lips. Even after he changed his perfume to one a lot more manly and appealing, and clearly grew taller judging by the shadow he cast over you, his presence still had the same strength as it did before. If not stronger. Anyone else would say it’s intimidating. But you find surprising comfort in it.

“That’s going to kill you,” his hand reached from over your head, making sure to not cause any unnecessary physical contact. His fingers slip the burning cigarette from your grip. You find yourself unable to make a single move in response, only watching his actions unfold.

He took a step, moving closer, dimming the light from the roll by rubbing it against the metal bars, then throwing it off the balcony. “You’re too young to kill yourself like that.”

“That bitch Shoko set me up,” You hiss, regaining your composure. “Will you look who showed up. You’re killing the ecosystem by throwing waste like this, Gojo.”

Although you haven’t glanced his way yet, You were every bit sure his mouth was quirked in the same smug smirk he wore so much when you were younger. You could even hear it in his voice as he spoke, “You haven’t grown at all, have you?”

“Oh shut it,” you chuckle. “You’re still as immature as ever. How you could be a manchild at 27 is a wonder to me.”

27… It felt so weird to say it out loud. Weren’t you just 17 a few days ago?

“Oh, how you hurt me,” he says in exaggeration, his voice conveying anything but the hurt he claims to feel. “That isn’t very nice of you.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” You say. He laughs a little, you do too. But the silence that follows is not that of a joke. He knew what you’re referring to. Maybe he underestimated your last encounter’s effect on you.

The silence speaks for itself. It’s louder than any conversation you’ve had before. What now? What have we become? Is it of any use to try anymore? Neither of you had an answer to the question that began to surface with this interaction.

The questions remain hung in the air, dimming the atmosphere around you. Was this fate’s doing? Or his karma? Gojo has always been told he’s a god, but how could he be a higher form of life when he struggled so much to hold a conversation?

He’s about to speak again when you cut him off, muttering “here-” as you push your hand down the coat you wore. Your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek as you search for the anonymous object.

You pull out a worn out paper, grown from what could have been a bright red to an orangish shade. His eyes study as you shove the paper in his direction, eyes avoiding his gaze at all costs.

Seeing your bashful expression made him rather curious, the contents of the wrinkled paper piquing his interest. He hesitates before he pulls the paper from your hand, half-expecting you to bite him.

The letters were scribbles, almost like they’re straight out of some cult’s ritual, that with the wrinkles of the worn out paper making reading it next to impossible. Still, he could make out just enough to realize what this paper is. His eyes widened behind the blindfold. It didn’t take much to remember this paper, trivial as it may be.

“You found this- how did you even…?” he trails off, confused.

“I guess I did,” You confirm. He’s unsure if you’re proud of yourself for your rather… interesting discovery. It’s bold of you to pull this out ten whole years later. But he can’t deny the relief he feels that at least this means you don’t completely hate him. For once, he’s truly at loss for words.

But he wouldn’t let a perfect opportunity like this slide.

“Oh, so you’re in love with me? You’re so obsessed with me that you kept this for so many years, what a loyal fangirl.”

Before he knew it, a weight so crushing landed on his foot. He turned off his infinity around you as a sign of trust. But he soon came to regret his rather unsmart decision. Your foot stomped and crushed his toes. It makes him groan in pain, bending slightly forward.

“Tomorrow, at Narisawa in Minato city, 5:30. I’m leaving for Kyoto in 3 days. Don’t waste your chance again, Gojo Satoru. You’re not getting another one.”

“I take it you’ve been in love with me ever since?” He leans forward, elbows on the table. “Say, did you fascinate about me?”

“Hmm..” you hum softly at his childish question, “only a little.” You show no signs of interest in his tactics as you sipped the wine in your hand. Undeniably, Gojo is taken aback by your lack of reaction. He hasn’t known you to be so reserved and smart at keeping him on edge. He couldn’t help finding your new behavior enticing.

Is there anything else you’d like to have?” You nodded your head towards the plates sitting on the table, some empty and some half-full. “Or do you wanna do something else before I go back to the hotel?”

“Hmm? Maybe I could join you at the hotel, actually. Surely it’ll be a lot less lonely with me around?”

You’re tempted by his offer, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach. He looked strikingly handsome today. Maybe you were just really lonely and touch starved, or maybe it’s the way his lips quirk as he teases you that makes your brain a little hazy, inappropriate thoughts floating through it and send jolts to your core. Yet, you set your mind on refusing his advances. You haven’t had a decent conversation since high school, for god's sake.

He keeps his eyes set on you, shining before him. You looked glamorous. He’d lie if he said there wasn’t a certain allure to your matured looks. The years that flew by changed a lot of things about you two, but his breath still catches in his throat when your eyes meet his dreamy blues. The feelings rush back, memories clouding his train of thought.

He’s sure he’s going to pay. He didn’t mind it at all, what a small price for getting to spend an evening with you. But you surprise him when you bring up that you had already put your card down, courtesy of having been the one to ask him out. Or maybe this was your way of telling him that you are in pretty good condition, living perfectly well without needing sorcery.

“How’s working as a jujutsu teacher?” you quip, smiling softly. “Utahime says you’ve got some interesting kids in your pack? Two special grades, too. You’re sure a favorite attraction for wonders.”

“You’re still in contact with her too?” he dodges talking about his students, not meeting your gaze. “That’s ironic. Weren’t we friends too?”

A hoarse chuckle emerges from him. But nothing about it leads back to amusement, as it was a joyless sound devoid of life. Almost as if he were mocking you. The dark lenses of the shades sitting on the bridge of his nose served as a shield. He curses himself for being so weak. He's almost thirty but somehow you’ve got him acting like he did when he was 17.

“You didn’t try to contact me either,” you shrug, not willing to take the blame for your lack of contact.

“You could have visited then. Even Yaga talked about you every once in a while,” he isn’t too happy and it’s showing.

“All good things, I hope-“

“Don’t change the subject,” he frowns, an uneasy edge outlining his words. “He was enough. You didn’t have to go ahead and leave too.”

“I had to move on, Gojo,” the name felt like a jab every time you used it. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything about it. This is how you drew your boundaries. Calling them by their last names gives you a false sense of satisfaction, convincing yourself that your sorcerer friends are past figures now. Mere acquaintances.

“-I couldn’t remain hung there forever, I valued my mental health. You grew distant, the atmosphere was growing uneasy every day. I had to cut ties with Jujutsu before I couldn’t recognize myself anymore.”

“Yet you’re here now. Back to square one,” his playful tone was long gone, now replaced by an even, stern one. “Whether you moved away or called us by our last names. It’s a curse you can’t escape. you’ll always end up back in the palms or jujutsu.”

His words held some truth. You know that. But just as he refused to confront this past, you repulsed the idea of your reality. You truly want to believe that you could escape this part of yourself and live a normal life. You couldn’t come to terms with your inability. You held onto your hopes as if your sanity completely depended on it. Another thing that won’t change no matter how much you grew.

“I'll be okay as long as I refuse to interact with this world.”

Once you leave the restaurant, you find yourself wandering through the rich streets of Minato city. It felt as though the night was pulling you further into its welcoming embrace, with nothing rushing you.

“He was only thirteen,” you chuckle, arm linked in his. “It’s unbelievable how bold kids nowadays are.”

“I would’ve done the same thing, honestly,” he smirks, his gaze fixed on the stores around.

“Of course. You’ve got the brains of a thirteen year old.”

Satoru grins at your remark, pulling you into a clothes store.

“What’s this?” you look around in confusion, noting a woman in a suit welcoming you. The place looked a little too fancy, judging by the display of the items and the lighting of the place.

“It’s a western brand,” Satoru answers. Looking over at him, you can’t help but smile a little. He looks good tonight. His fancy outfit gave the impression that he’s a model to strangers. “Louis Vuitton, I think,” He furrows his brows, trying to remember the name of the brand stores he’s been to with Nobara and Shoko.

“Prada, sir,” The lady in a suit corrected him. “Can I help you?”

“We’re just browsing, thank you.” It’s a phrase he heard from Kugisaki countless times whenever they wandered into a store. His response makes you chuckle, watching as the lady takes a few steps backwards politely.

You’re soon comfortable, searching through the expensive coats and bags. Satoru watched tenderly. Even though the ten years that passed with no contact whatsoever definitely propose a wall between you, he's glad you're able to feel free. You might nit on the same page, but you two can work with what you have.

You stride back to the “S” shaped velvet couch sat in the middle of the checker-carpet store, where Satoru sat. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You walk around in hesitance and confusion, completely aware of the lady walking always a few feet behind you. Surveillance, you guess.

You find him standing in front of the white counter, taking a black bag with the brand’s name printed onto it in golden letters from the man standing behind the counter in a white shirt with the brand's logo on it.

“Gojo,” you call him, confusion fused into your expression.

He extends his arm to you, trying to suppress any sourness at you calling him Gojo. “Let’s go?”

You nod, eyeing him suspiciously before you link your arm in his. You make sure to flash a grateful smile at the woman by the door as you walk past the reflective glass door.

You almost forgot how busy the world outside is. It felt as though the glass building of the store was sound proof. Now you have to adjust to the noise of the full streets again.

Satoru remains silent for the most part. It’s not awkward, rather just neither of you knew what to say. He expected you to ask about what he bought, which you have considered. You decide against it though as you feel it’s none of your business. You’re not too surprised anyway as Gojo has always been a wealthy man. He could buy the entire Prada chain with half of his monthly spending.

“What do you wanna do now?” He asks. “Wanna go somewhere else?”

You think about going to the club to give the night the best closure. But neither of you were dressed for it anyway. You contemplate your choices. Then you grin at him, and Satoru knows it’s best to fear what comes after

You’re well aware that he has a high alcohol tolerance. While you would be wasted a few shots in. Yet you consumed so many drinks recklessly, thinking that maybe you could beat him in a drinking game.

That’s why he’s stuck to your side now, helping your sleeping body out of his car. Satoru is glad your hotel card was so easy to find in your purse, taking it out as he gets into the lobby.

A few people eye the man, glaring at him and at the way he held you in his arms. But he couldn’t bring himself to think too much about it. His mission is to get you to bed now.

“Satoruuu~” You whine, rubbing your face into the pillow once he sat you on the white bedding. “Stay with meeee”

And Satoru is nothing if not human. Despite what everyone else says. It’s proven now that he had come to face a human flaw like this. He is weak, and you are all but practically seducing him.

“Stop crying,” He mutters. He finds himself smiling sheepishly at the unlikely scenario he found himself in. Tucking you in bed, your face hot due to the drinks you had. He really should have stopped you. “I’ll stay the night, so sleep already.”

He convinced himself it’s for the best. He should watch over you for tonight. No funny business. Deep inside he knew he was just finding a reason— any reason to stay around you for a little longer, heart yearning for the lost years. But he ignored the pathetic feeling, convincing himself it’s for your sake instead.

“But I’m uncomfortableee,” you whine again, hands running down your body. “The dress...”

Did you have to make it so hard on him? Satoru is tempted to kiss you, eyebrows knitted in the space between, eyes looking around the room for any sort of aid.

This is probably a form of invading your privacy, but he sees no other choice. He’ll have to hold it together for tonight.

“nngh..”

Your groan came with an impending headache. Your body moves against the rich covers of the bed, sunlight illuminating your physique.

He stopped in his tracks, feet bare against the gray carpet.

Your form is beautiful, one to compete with statues of goddesses. The rays of light complimented every inch of skin in all the right ways. Satoru had to physically shake his head to stop the flowing perverted thoughts in his head.

Your flinch when you catch him standing near the door, heart beating slightly faster. You thought that you’re alone. You don’t think much of it anyway, muttering a “holy shit” under your breath.

“Good morning,” he casually greets, brushing off the mutual shock, albeit for different reasons. “I made coffee, if you wanted some.”

“Oh... thank you,” you mutter, rubbing your eyes as you sit up straight. “Did you eat anything yet?”

“Not yet, no,” he says, holding his overly sweet coffee in both palms. “Thought I’d wait until you woke up.”

“You’re a real sweetheart, Satoru,” you yawn. His name slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You busy yourself with stretching your arms. “What a doting housewife God has blessed me with”

His response is only a chuckle, rolling his eyes as he sighs on the edge of the bed. “Well, at least I wasn’t begging a man to spend the night with me”

“Huh?”

You couldn’t remember anything of the prior night. Nothing that occurred after you sat at the bar, specifically. But then you begin to realize, eyes widening at the revelation. You feel dreadfulness landing in the pit of your stomach a little too late.

He’s shirtless, wearing only his suit pants. And even though you wouldn’t mind the sight any other day, the fact that you are in your pajamas isn’t helping at all.

“Did we...” You trail off, expression darkening. Your eyes meet his own, fear implanted in your pupils. You watch as his expression drifts from confusion to an awkward hesitance. Unsure how to break the news to you.

You don’t know what to expect, not realizing you’re holding your breath.

“I-I’m sorry,” He sighs, gaze faltering as his eyes look away from you. Your eyes widen further, oxygen becoming hard to consume.

What have you done?

“But- don’t worry. You know I’m not some asshole...” if anything, he sounded chivalrous. “I-I’ll be accountable for my mistake. When do you want to hold the wedding?”

You gasp, face feeling hot. “You piece of shit-“ You groan as your foot reaches him, forcefully pushing him off the bed. “As if!”

He breaks into a fit of laughter, the sound full of genuine delight. “I can’t believe you fell for it,” He manages between the laughter.

“Fuck you, Satoru,” you mutter, a smile of relief breaking across your face. “I can’t believe you pulled something so childish.”

“Why are you so down?” He climbed back onto the bed, reclaiming his spot on the edge. “Are you disappointed? You know it’s never too late to just as-“

“Fuck off,” Your heart is pounding as you send him another kick, less forceful this time. “Say one more word about it and I’ll make sure you don’t make it out of this room in one piece.”

He laughs, asking you to pass his coffee. You reach for his coffee from the bedside table. Your fingers lift the glass mug to your lips, sipping at the hot beverage before handing it to him.

Your face scrunches up at the horrible taste. Too much sugar. Too much milk. It’s a lot worse than you might think.

“Your coffee should be criminal,” you push the mug his way, frowning. Satoru hums in response.

There’s no awkwardness between the two of you, and he can’t help but cherish it. He feels content, enough to sit a little closer, at least.

Enough to lean in towards you, mouth closing over yours in an ever awaited kiss, at least.

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I've noticed that Taleisin razor-focuses on how his girlfriend's ass jiggles when he hits it from behind 🫣 I can imagine him liking impact play when he's feeling a bit more devious than usual 🫣

he's a freak but his freak is still like. underdevelopment. freak still in beta.

gonna make this a one-off since the next part is kinda hurt-comfort vibes but i wanna write this nOW

hes a fucking dorkass loser but it ends really sexy i promise

Modern Fantasy: Nerdy Loser Elf BF x femchubby reader! (18+) Impact Play One-Shot

🩷: do you wanna try more like. impact play stuff. 🧡: is that a bdsm thing 🩷: yeah! 🧡: if this leads to a daddy kink im ending it all i refuse to be a discord moderator stereotype

You had a habit of sending him your most horny thoughts while you were busy. After all, it was fun to tease him. Sometimes he'd tease you right back, sometimes he'd send pictures.

This time though, he wasn't sure how to fulfill your fantasies. It made sense you'd ask, and he had spanked you before, but he always felt a little bad afterwards. You said you liked it, but it was always something that happened maybe once or twice during sex; never something he focused on.

"How does that even work?" he thought to himself, laying back on the bed as he scrolled through his phone.

🩷: LMAO we don't have to but i think it'd be fun 🧡: i'm not opposed, just let me think about it 🧡: i dont wanna like. actually hurt you and idk much abt that kind of stuff tbh

His experience with BDSM was limited to porn, and even then it wasn't something he gravitated towards. He didn't necessarily dislike it, but found it a bit...boring? What fun was there in just watching some guy spank a girl over and over? Maybe it was the undiagnosed ADHD, or maybe he was more traditional than he thought, but either way, he didn't see the appeal.

🩷: I trust you though, like I'm asking you to 🩷: part of it is like. surrendering myself to you if that makes sense? 🧡: like trusting me to hurt you in a sexy way and not a fucked up way 🩷: yeah exactly!! 🧡: kinda romantic ngl

He did what any man would do when his partner asked him to try something new; he looked it up on the internet. Reddit threads, tumblr blogs, a surprisingly insightful Livejournal post from 2005; anything he could find that would give him insight on making sure he wouldn't really hurt you, and you'd enjoy it.

He read over a tutorial on how to spank someone with a belt without seriously hurting them.

'Generally, wider leather will give a deeper, more smack / thump sort of pain, whereas thinner leather will sting more. Practice hitting a pillow, with the goal of hitting the same area each time to ensure good control. You can use the inside of your thigh to judge how painful it'll be for your partner.'

He sat up, unbuckling his belt and taking it off. He folded it in half, made sure he had a decent grip, and without thinking, struck himself with it as hard as he could.

It hurt.

It hurt like a bitch. He fell back onto the bed, holding his leg as he groaned into a pillow. He silently thanked the Gods you weren't here.

'I'm so stupid, I'm so fucking stupid, why did I do that? Holy shit.'

Lessons were learned.

He caught his breath, still holding the belt in his hand. He took a moment to calm down before trying again; this time with a miniscule amount of force compared to before. It took some practice, but after awhile he felt like he knew how to strike the balance between pain and pleasure; even if he looked a little silly doing it.

An hour later, and you still weren't back. He let the scene play out in his mind. You'd lay over his lap, your ass facing up. The thought of your little whimpers and cries, the sight of your ass shaking with each hit, trailing the leather over your soft body while you begged for him. It wasn't long before he found his hand reaching for his hard cock, closing his eyes and touching himself slowly at the thought of you.

🧡: okay i thought about it 🧡: im down

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It didn't take long for him to be all over you once you returned. You sat in his lap, his hands running down your back as he kissed you. You could feel him tugging on the hem of your shirt, and you pulled away to let him take it off of you.

"We don't have to try anything tonight if you don't want-" you were interrupted by the sensation of his tongue on your nipple, your hand running through his hair as his other hand pinched you. "If you don't want to," you whimpered.

He kissed your neck, groping your breasts. “We can try it, I wanna try it,” his voice quiet. His hands moved to your backside as he pulled on the waistband of your sweatpants. “Why don’t you take these off?”

“Why don’t you take them off me yourself?” You teased. He pushed you back on the bed, pulling your pants down before running his hand over your panties, feeling you through them. It wasn’t long before those came off too, your body exposed to him entirely as he was still fully dressed.

He sat on the bed, motioning for you to come close to him. You laid across his lap, feeling his hand gently caress your ass. His hands were soft, almost as if he were massaging you. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“If it hurts, or if it’s too much, just tell me, okay?”

You smiled, “I will, I promise.”

His hand came down on your skin, the sound echoing through the room. You let out a little yelp; it stung, but you could handle more than that.

“How’s that?”

“You can be harder, if you want." If you said you could take more, then he’d listen. He came down harder, and this time, you cried out. “Yes, like that!”

Your confirmation gave him confidence. “You like that?”

“Yes, do it again!”

This time, he came down even harder, watching your ass shake as you recoiled against his strike. You let out another moan, a smile appearing on his face.

“I didn’t hear a please.”

“Please, please do it again! That was perfect!”

“That’s better.” He ran his hand along your skin, warm to the touch. He gave you a moment to rest before slapping you once more. He wasn't sure what he enjoyed more; your whimpers, or the way you squirmed under him. "Do you want to go further?"

"What do you mean?"

His touches were gentle as he spoke, giving you a moment to rest. "I could keep using my hand, or I could try something else. Up to you," he leaned down and planted a kiss where he had slapped you.

"Hmm...let's try something else," you hummed. You moved back, your chest laying on his legs as your hand rubbed over his covered, hard cock. You tugged on his belt, "I'm assuming you'll need this?"

He grinned, "how did you know?"

You undid the belt buckle, pulling his cock out. His hand petted your head, eagerly awaiting to feel your throat take his cock. You took your time, licking the head, moving your tongue around his shaft. You tasted the bitter precum as you teased him; surely you'd pay for that later.

You moved your head up and down, and he titled his head back. he couldn't help but press your head down further, wanting to feel more of you. He hadn't even touched your pussy, but the sound of his moans and the spanking you received earlier was enough to have you soaked.

He couldn't last like this, the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. "Wait, I'm gonna cum," he said in a breathy tone. Yet you kept going, making a point to go even faster. You had disobeyed him, but he wasn't going to stop you. You heard him moan once more, before tasting his hot cum on your tongue; again, this didn't stop you. You kept going until every last drop of his seed was clean off of his cock.

You finally came up, wiping your mouth clean. "How's that?" You smiled, hoping he'd 'punish you' for your disobedience.

"That...fuck," he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. "God, you're so good with your mouth."

"Thank you," you giggled before kissing the tip of his cock. "Although, I guess I didn't listen when you told me to wait."

"Well, I-" he stopped, catching onto what you were hinting at. "I guess you're right," he grabbed your ass tightly, giving it another smack. "Get on your hands and knees." This time, his tone was clear and direct. This time, you listened. You heard him take his belt off, the anticipation building.

"Still feeling alright?"

"I can take it, please."

You felt his fingers touch your pussy, rubbing against your clit before he slipped a finger inside. "You're so wet, you know that? Why's that?"

"It feels good," you mumbled.

"Oh yeah? What a slut you are," he moved faster as he spoke. Getting this wet from me spanking you. Getting this wet from sucking my cock. You couldn't even stop when I told you to. You just had to make me cum. Why's that?"

He kept moving, slipping another finger inside as soon as he asked the question. You tried to answer, but stumbled over your words. "I, I just-"

"You just had to taste it, didn't you?" You could feel the leather touching you as he planned where to hit. He pulled his fingers out of you. His tone was now somewhat sweet, "so, you're going to stay like this until I get hard again, alright?"

"Yes sir," you tossed your head back as you felt the belt hit your backside. It stung, but you let out a moan as you squirmed.

"You're so cute, moving like that. Be a good girl, and this won't take long at all," he cooed before striking you once more. He listened to your whimpers, entranced by how you moved. You were nearly dripping onto the sheets, instinctively pushing your legs together with how wet you were.

You felt his thumb on your clit, and you tried to resist the urge to push your legs further together; the sensations were building quickly as your breaths quickened. Perhaps you couldn't handle as much as you thought you could. You couldn't hold back, cumming from his hand alone as you writhed on the bed.

He couldn't help but touch himself, his half-hard cock still wet with your spit as he fingered you with his other hand once more. "Good girl." It didn't take him long at all to get hard again with the sight in front of him. "One more?"

"One more."

He wanted to make it count. He teased you, touching your ass with his hand, then the belt. He ran the fabric of the belt against your pussy, then your thighs. You waited in anticipation to feel him strike.

The belt came down, and you let out another cry, falling onto your side. As you came down from the sensation, your arms and legs were unable to keep you up as you recoiled.

His tone shifted to one of concern as he watched you lay back on the bed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, just...give me one second." You took a moment to catch your breath, looking back at him. His hard cock stood up, and you smiled. "Should I get back on my hands and knees?"

He smiled back at you, slipping the rest of his clothes off. "I think that's a great idea."

You got back up, and it wasn't long before you felt him push his cock inside you. "How much can you take?"

"Just fuck me," you moaned, your pussy desperate to feel him fuck you. That was all he needed; he grabbed your hips, thrusting into you quickly.

"You're so tight, Gods," he moaned. He looked down at your ass, admiring his work as he watched you bounce against his thrusts. He had already cum once, his cock still sensitive and your walls warm and wet. He couldn't last like this. He pulled out, moving his mouth to your pussy. He licked you eagerly, his tongue circling around your clit before sucking on it. You were already close to cumming again, your body about to hit its limit.

"I wanna this ass bounce on my cock," he said between licks. He stuck a finger in once more, quickly realizing he could add a second. He curled his fingers upwards, your entire body hot and bothered; he had hardly fucked you, and this was the wettest you had ever been, the sensation of his smacks and the belt driving you crazy. You felt yourself tighten around his fingers, unable to control yourself. You cried out, squirting onto the sheets.

He stopped, watching as you orgasmed, shocked by how much you came.

"Holy fuck, I didn't think that was real," he thought. He just thought squirting was something that happened in porn, yet here you were making a mess on his bed.

He couldn't help himself; as soon as you stopped, his tongue was inside you, eager to taste your juices. The pleasure was so intense, part of you thought you'd pass out. "Sorry," you mumbled between pants as he licked your lips.

He paused to respond. "Don't apologize, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life," he said before running his tongue up and down. He pulled away, laying back on the bed next to you. You crawled on top of him, sliding down on his cock with ease as your ass faced him. You were so exhausted from your orgasm, you could hardly move.

He didn't mind, grabbing your hips and bouncing you up and down. It was almost hard to stay inside you with how wet you were, it felt fantastic. He thrusted into you as fast as he could, feeling him hit your cervix with ease.

He felt himself getting close, holding you down on his cock. "Gods, you feel so fucking good."

You couldn't help yourself, reaching down to rub your clit as he fucked into you. Your pussy tightened, and he couldn't hold on anymore, cumming inside you. You kept going, rubbing your clit erratically as you squirted once more, pushing his cock out of you as you came with him.

He patted your behind, catching his breath alongside you. "Holy fuck," he mumbled. You got off of him, both of you covered in sweat, your legs weak. You laid your head against his chest, not even caring about the wet spots on the bed. "Was that...what you wanted?"

You nodded weakly, "that was exactly what I wanted."

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After collecting yourselves, both of you stood in the shower, letting the hot water run over you. He held your close, kissing all over your body, whispering 'I love yous' into your ear, and washing your body with care.

While you dried yourself off, you watched as he walked to strip the wet sheets off of the bed to wash. You noticed an odd red mark on his thigh. "Hey, what happened to your leg?"

"Oh, uh, I fell down the stairs."

this is totally tmi but i remember the first time my bf and i tried something with a belt and bro MISSED and smacked me like. right on the clit. he felt so bad and just kept going "im sorry...oh my god i fucked it up im sorry..." and that feels very taleisin coded tbh

lowkey the way i see it in my head is anytime he tries some new dom thing externally hes trying really hard to be cool and sexy but internally hes just "don'tfuckitupdon'tfuckitupdon'tfuckitup" hes so cute i love him pls send me more taleisin requests

also i did not beta read this. fuck it we ball

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alornights · 2 years ago

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⟢ gossip session.

➜ in which ! kyle finds himself interested in your gossip.

💌 ﹫kyle broflovski.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗gossip about teacher/student affair.

🍓 ⟡ notes — i love gossiping lmao. i also realized ive been spelling his last name wrong for like ages until now lmao.

he loves it, no matter how hard he tries denying it, he love it.

at first, he didn't care for it, actually, he found it annoying. he never liked people talking about others behind their backs.

especially if they are personal matters.

so when you two are just in his room casually hanging out and your face-timing your friend talking about the latest school gossip he made sure to tune it out opting to listen to music.

until he one day overheard you gossiping because he forgot his headphones. then he starts paying attention and listening more carefully getting very interested in the story.

he can't help himself now from listening to your rambles.

"No, you don't understand Heather. PC Principal has no fucking clue about this which is surprising since he knows everything that goes on in this school. But like, how does he not know that a teacher is banging the head cheerleader of the school but fucking Butters of all people knows?"

"Yeah no, I have no idea how long it's been going on."

"I heard she might even be pregnant with the teacher's kid. Yeah, uh huh, no way- HE HAS 3 SEPARATE FAMILIES?"

kyle tries so hard not to ask because he knows it's not the right thing to do but in the end, he can't help himself.

he starts listening every chance he gets. trying to put pieces together if he hadn't heard the other parts of the story.

it gets so bad that he starts listening

hell, he even listens to some of cartman's gossip.

finally he admits he is gossip addict and decides to talk to you.

As you walked back into his room after having a quick call with one of your friends about the recent gossip that just surfaced.

Kyle sighed mentally bracing himself for what he was about to say.

"What happened next? With the teacher-student thing I mean..."

You stare at him incredibly, tilting your head in confusion. "Huh? I thought you hated gossip since you know it's people not minding their own business or whatever."

The teen grumbled a bit before turning away. "Maybe I've had a change of heart."

and when he means "change of heart"

he actually means he's so invested that its like an addiction.

the guy becomes a crazed gossip girl kicking his feet giggling.

Words couldn't describe the look of happiness on your face as you raced over to his bed slamming your body on top of him in giddiness. "Okay listen closely. So right now, 2 of the 3 families have found out about this situation and are all divorcing him."

"Actually?" He questioned sitting up, shifting you in his arms so you were both comfortable. "How the hell did he find out? Didn't you say that they all lived far away or something?"

You nodded. "They do but someone from our school who shall be unnamed, leaked it to them with photos of the teacher and student, well, getting the groove on after school in his class."

"No. Fucking. Way."

"Yes, way!" You clapped your hands with a smirk. "That's all for now since this just happened like 2 hours ago."

A beat of silence passes by until he looks back at you staring you dead in the eye. "You'll keep me updated... right?"

You laugh nodding your head excitedly. "You'll be the first to know."

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #LORA WRITES — 🍡 ʬʬ

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eunnieboo · 1 year ago

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IYHM ask replies!!

also, a current snapshot of my mind:

💛 burrito-puppy asked:

Love to see the progress and art you made along the years! Can’t wait for the release 💕💕💕

thank you so much! 💞💞💞 i can't believe it's less than a week away... i can count the number of days left on one hand! AHHHH

💛 Anonymous asked:

Listen. The way that I too am freaking out! Gah. So excited. Can't wait.

THANK YOU!! every day i wake up and i lose my mind LMAO... the only time i'm calm is when i'm distracted, so i can forget it's actually happening haha!

💛 mickiee-art asked:

Where have you been my entire life?? I love your work so much! So excited for your graphic novel release! 💕🫶🏼

thank you so much omg!! i'm so glad! 🥺💖

💛 tabsters asked:

YOO DUDE ONE OF THE PROTAGONISTS OF YOUR SAPPHIC GRAPHIC NOVEL IS VIETNAMESE??? I'M VIETNAMESE AND BISEXUAL AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME HSAKSHKAHSKAHSKAHSAKJ

AHHHHH i'm so thrilled to hear that!!! i live for these messages HFDSKDJHSK HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY

💛 Anonymous asked:

I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

oh you are too kind!! ;_; thank you so much <3

💛 nimona-antifa asked:

WAITTT THE BLACK HAIRED CHARACTER IN IF YOU'LL HAVE ME IS A BUTCH LESBIAN? I THOUGHT IT WAS A DUDE OMG THEY'RE BOTH SO PRETTYYYYY FBFBDGD I'M GAY 💗💗💗 I seriously love your art its always so wholesome

HAHA OMG I LOVE THIS 😂 thank you!!! BUTCH LESBIANS FOREVER AND ALWAYS 💕💕

💛 albedosleftb0otych33k asked:

I don't know how but I only just found out about your graphic novel and OML! I WILL BUY IT THE SECOND IT COMES OUT! Anyways, I love your art and just wanted to tell you ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

omg thank you so much!! you are the sweetest! ( *´ω`*)♡

💛 jeweljupiter asked:

I just wanted to say seeing your art of Momo and PG makes me feel seen and heard I love the poc representation I’m a plus size dark skin nerdy black girl and seeing more women who look like me finding love gives me hope and makes me happy

when i tell you this means everything to me... it means everything to me. thank you forever T_T ❤️

i've been so focused on IYHM for the past couple months... now that the pub date is so close, i'm full of giddy anticipation and terrible dread. so thank you everyone for the love and well wishes! it's really getting me through it.

also, i wasn't sure how to announce this so i wanted to mention it while i'm here: Waterstones now has a special sprayed edge edition of IYHM! i got my copy a little while back and it's really gorgeous. if you like paperbacks i think the color is a lovely touch!

and as another reminder, i'll be having an in-person launch event next tuesday with Brick & Mortar Books in Redmond, WA! truthfully i'm torn between my desire to interact with people and my embarrassment at being seen in public, so please feel free to spare yourselves lmao 😭 i wasn't sure i'd do an event at all but i decided to try at least once before deciding if it's for me. so we'll see how it goes!

whew. the 17th is coming up so fast but i still have so many little tasks to do. the last time i talked about my busy schedule on here, someone sent me a message that said "you deserve a spa day," and i think about it all the time. maybe someday, anon. maybe someday...

#iyhm #anon #replies #jeweljupiter #albedosleftb0otych33k #nimona-antifa #tabsters #mickiee-art #burrito-puppy

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fortemelody · 8 months ago

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I'm bored so imma send an ask but what are your Amy Rose headcanons?

HI HELLO IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!! i didn’t know how to answer it and then i got busy and then i forgot but i’m here now!

and tbh i still don’t entirely know how to answer it becus im not someone who makes headcannons very often. i usually just see some on my feed and be like “oh yeah that’s so them” and then immediately forget about it LMAO but i do have a couple even tho they are a bit basic and so i’ll try to describe those few in as great detail as possible

knuckles and amy are sibling 100%. they have that dynamic for sure! they train together and they tease each other. amy’s in the small demographic of few people he trusts too. many have also pointed out that they look similar and some people hc her as part echidna which im not really opposed to either

amy and shadow are definitely besties. whenever sonic is too stubborn to do “girly” things such as try on makeup for example, shadow would do that with her instead. he doesn’t care about his public image unlike sonic. music is something that brings them together too, seeing as we already know that they’re both swifties and went to hot honey! and she was the one who brought him back to his senses in the ending of SA2 (which btw im praying that the third movie has that scene aughdkftk). shadow has a clear soft spot for her that can only be brought out by amy. i feel like the next follow up question would be if i ship them and the answer is…not really?! i think it would be a situation where maybe amy is a bit touchy at times without realizing it and shadow blushes, or shadow does stuff to make sonic jealous (to clarify them hanging out in general is purely becus shadow wants to -not just an act so he can get back at sonic- but i think it would be funny if he would take the opportunity to brag about it when sonic gets on his nerves). i do not think either of them would actually date tho even with these one off situations and they are way better as platonic besties fr ong ‼️

this one is a bit random but i’ve always thought of amy being like… a starbucks addicted girly (in the world of mobius- not irl where they could possibly be funding a genocide 😭). and it’s kinda an ironic thing in my mind. yes, she’s the least ordinary girl you could get: wields a giant hammer, incredibly strong, is hyperfixated on and can use tarot cards as weapons, and has an indescribable intuition. however, calling back to the events of SA1, she really is just a normal hedgehog at the end of the day trying to lead a normal life. she had to learn all of these attributes, she wasn’t really born with an ability like the rest of team sonic. she also lived in an apartment for part of sonic x (i think?? haven’t watched the full series and i don’t remember everything) and actually liked it. so i think she would really enjoy simple more earth like customs. i think she honestly might be embarrassed of this fact too, seeing as she’s come all this way in her life just to resort to her old ways of living.

(…okay i’m gonna be honest that last one was a bit of a stretch and it originated from me and my friend calling her a basic white girl at one point as a joke LMAO but then i thought more about it and it kinda made sense once i put it into context)

the last one is a concept i kinda stole from a comic i saw a long time ago (i have no idea of the username- but if someone does lemme know). it was the idea that sonic started liking amy once she had started to move on, how the “chasing” kinda switched roles, and after she dialed down her “fangirling”. how sonic now wants her to be obsessed after she’s made so much progress in being her own person. i kinda wrote a fanfic based off of this and expanded upon my interpretation of it through amy’s POV. although i never posted it, i think the words i chose still capture it well so i’m just gonna copy and paste that:

“When Amy started to slowly change her childish and obnoxious mannerisms towards Sonic, he immediately felt more comfortable around her, and even started subtly reciprocating his feelings to her. Amy was obviously maturing no doubt about it, but she felt as if she had lost a part of herself in doing so. That side of her that would boldly protect and proclaim her love to him. That side to her that wouldn’t stop until she got her way. That side of her that was, as Jewel stated “…constantly following him”. She felt as if she had given up so much of her personality just to feel less incomplete, to have that soulmate she always dreamed about. On top of that, Sonic loved to come and go as he pleases. She knows that he was always going to be the adventuring type, but she wish more often that he would make an effort to chat or to invite her to tag along. Chaos knows when she tries to plan anything with him, she’s too paranoid for her own good, wondering if he’ll instantly interpret it as a date and chicken out.”

-different scene-

“Amy was surely blushing before, but nothing could’ve prepared her for that statement. She felt her heart beating, no, throbbing out of control. She looked like a full on tomato now. It’s always been her dream to dance with Sonic, but in the past he always ran away, so she gave up after several attempts. But this was the “new” her. He liked the “new” her, apparently enough to dance with him.”

(ik a lot of this doesn’t make sense without more context but uhhh this is getting too long already so if you wanna know details just DM me ig 💀)

and if it wasn’t obvious already- i take a lot of what is said in the twitter takeovers, tailstube, and idw comics to heart becus i think they have the most genuine and interesting versions of these characters and tell us about small details that we wouldn’t otherwise know. i not only make this info my hcs but also like to expand upon them and use them in my evidence- so that’s what most of the things i said above are referencing.

sooo yeah i think that’s all i got. sorry i guess a lot of these were more about dynamics of character interactions rather than amy herself… i hope that’s okay! tysm anon this was a lotta fun to answer and i hope to get more of these types of questions!!

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jaehyunsprincesspeach2 · 2 years ago

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I've seen your fic on SWORD leaders falling for the same girl and thought it was cute and hilarious! Can you make another one where Cobra, Yamato and Noboru are possessive of their childhood friend(crush)?

Ooomg this is so good!!!

Thank you for the request!

Hope you enjoy☺️

Much love ~ ember

Cobra, Yamato, and Noboru Possessive Over their Childhood Crush

Cobra

Cobra is such a good guy omg i love him

I think when it comes to his childhood crush, he is comfortable enough to really let his guard down for them

He is very soft with them. He knows that he can come off as intimidating, and he wants nothing more than to just be a source of comfort for them

Whenever they are around, he doesn’t want them to worry about anything

I could see him putting on a perception that everything is okay, so that his crush wont worry about anything

But deep down he is hiding the fact that SWORD may or may not be falling apart, and that he is jealous after seeing some random person flirting with you

Cobra is possessive in a very chill way

He shows it when other people are trying to flirt with you, or other people are threatening you in any way

REFUSES to let people hurt you

And if they do, they wont make it through the night without a broken nose, best case scenario

He tells you everything when its just the two of you

His way of protecting you is letting you into his mind, so that you know what is going through his head in every scenario

This protects you in the sense that you know when to step back cause hes about to kick some ass

(Maybe just me but kinda cute lmao)

Whenever the two of you are out on the town, he is on high alert

Something could happen at any moment, and he wants to be ready for it, so that you dont get hurt

When the two of you are at diner Itokan, he always has you sit next to him

He knows your order too, so really all you have to do is sit there lookin pretty (easy for you, you’ve mastered it :))

Occasionally, if someone he doesn’t like, or if someone makes him feel even slightly threatened with you, his arm is around your shoulders

The two of you may not be together, but he makes it seem like it (can’t complain tho)

Knows that the diner can get busy, especially if all of Sannoh is there, so keeping you in the booth with him is the best way for him to protect you

And if you’re anything like me, dear reader, he knows that you are not the most comfortable in crowds, so he takes that time to reassure you that everything is okay, and that he wont let anything happen to you

Honestly whether the two of you are together or not, everyone around thinks that you are, just because of how possessive Cobra is of you

Perks of being the crush of the leader of Sannoh Hoodlum Squad: NOBODY DARES TO MESS WITH YOU

Overall: possessive in a very subtle way, and honestly makes it seem more protective than anything

Yamato

I see Yamato as a little bit of a wild card

I think it depends on the situation that the two of you are in

If things are good, and there aren’t any threats around, he is super chill, and laid back

Definitely saying something to make you laugh, its his most favorite sound in the world

However, if there is someone who is even just looking at you slightly too long, or looking at you with the wrong intentions….

Yamato is glued to you

Most likely has his arm around your shoulders, looking at the other person like hes about to rip their head off

Still fairly subtle, however I do think that if someone is making you uncomfortable, he would be the one to go up to them and say something

Now, this could either be him whispering in their ear, or he could simply stand from where the two of you are and yell across the room

Really depends on his mood for the day

Another one to be very soft with his crush

Remembers everything that his crush has ever told him, even from when they were little

Like the time you told him you like blue popsicles over purple popsicles

Still sometimes shows up to you with a blue popsicle cause he thinks its cute the way you light up when you realize that he remembered

When hes in a really possessive mood, he wont let anyone near you

I think on those days, he would take you somewhere where you two can completely be alone

Maybe to the top of one of the city buildings, so that ya’ll can see the view, and spend time together just the two of you

Is not afraid to let you see his intimidating side, however he will never use it on you

He’s a tall guy, and he knows his size is intimidating, but when he talks to you, he does whatever he can to take away that factor

Like when hes talking to someone else hell puff his chest out, but when hes talking to his crush, he tries to make himself smaller somehow??

I’m not really sure how, I’m a rather small person but you get the idea lol

Like Cobra, if anyone hurts you, they wont make it very far till Yamato is beating them up

Honestly, Yamato is a lover. He just wants everyone to feel included and happy

But he wont stand for someone hurting the one that he loves

When the two of you are at diner Itokan, he doesnt really keep you away from anyone, or in one certain spot, he lets you move around as you please, while he watches you intently

But if someone makes you uncomfortable he is by your side in milliseconds

The kind to take away all of your worries or anxiety and tell you everything will be okay, as long as he is with you nothing will happen

Looks deep into your eyes often, especially if it makes you flustered

Overall: hes such a softie with his childhood crush, but his possessiveness depends on the situation, and he is not afraid for you to see that side of him, he just wants to keep you safe and comfortable

Noboru

Noboru is different than the others

He is possessive in a way that is hard to hide

Though I dont see him at the type to directly fight, unless that situation happens, and he has no other choice

If he has the choice to decide how things go down, he thinks through it very thoroughly, and goes about it in a way that is more detrimental than a broken nose

I feel like hes got enough connections, especially with Cobra and Yamato, that he would send someone to beat them up, then would do something technical

Like the other person would just wake up one day and everything they own would just be gone

Like finances and things like that…. Just gone

HOWEVER, with you, he is so soft and gentle

When the two of you are out, he refuses to let you out of his sight

Not that he is constantly on edge, but he is very aware of your surroundings

Keeps you close at all times

Always smiling when you are around

And when you aren’t around, hes always talking about you, though he gets a little bashful when he does this

Would do anything to keep you safe

He knows what its like to lose someone romantically close to him, and every time you aren’t with him, hes on edge

He trusts you completely

Even when he was working with Kuryu, he kept you out of harms way, and told you all about it after he was out

Noboru is a quiet lover, he shares his admiration through the way that he looks at you, and gentle forms of PDA, if that is something that you are comfortable with

If you ever tell him that something he did made you uncomfortable, he would immediately stop, and apologize profusely

Takes very good care of you

Even helps you study for school

Overall: all he wants to do is take care of you. Very gentle and trusting with you, and though he knows you can take care of yourself, hes always there to support you

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fluffymaxsworld · 1 year ago

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“seven days”

tuesday

model!simonriley x normie!reader

[first step, complimenting!!, dealss, no smut (but he wants to bend you over and fuck you mindlessly), wattpad kinda love story lmao]

TUESDAY

*driin driin*

7am, an early number for simon, who’s used to wake up when he wants to.

“oi, wake up” you whispered-yelled, “s’time to work you lazy ass”

“one more minute…” he muttered with a sleepy voice. how cute.

“what are you? six? wake up, the breakfast ends at 8:30 am and i’m already missing precious time.”

“go without me, imma sleep some more”

“so it’s real the rumor about you hating kids” you teased, poking his arm with your index finger, “think about their look in their faces, do you realize how sad you’re going to make ‘em feel?”

“oh, shut up” he slowly sat straight and yawned like a little boy.

“i feel like i’m going to babysit you, not those children” you sighed, walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

“tsk” was the only sound coming out of him.

“idiot”

breakfast, or any meal, meant simon and you sitting next to each other.

“he works here for the reputation, he doesn’t care about the kids, johnny” you were walking towards the canteen with your friend, complaining about simon (once again).

“he’s okay, i guess. he’s a calm guy, plus he attracts a lot people…”

“girls, you mean.” you interrupted him.

“okay, girls…” he sighed, almost defeated, “but that’s fine, he’s cool, we’re cool. both paths win.”

“oh cmon! you’re just saying it because of the girls”

“well, he’s attractive himself, don’t you think?”

“he’s not” you lied. he was attractive, maybe the most attractive man you’ll ever meet. dark brown eyes, hard muscles and clean skin, he always smelled amazing, vanilla and coffee with a hint of smoke.

“who is not?” a deep voice interrupted the conversation between you and johnny, tapping lightly your shoulder. simon.

“not your business” you said, taking from the common room a couple of chocolate biscuits and a cup of coffee.

“you’re always so rude?” he scoffed.

“no, but you deserve a special treatment, don’t you think, mr model?” you replied sarcastically.

“can’t you see me as simon and not as mr model for once?” he rolled his eyes, muttering something between himself.

“the reason you’re here is not your ‘kind heart’.” you grunted ironically, sitting on your seat, “is because you need the public to see you as the ‘sweet simon’.”

“well, even if it was true, what’s your problem with me working here?” he replied coldly. “am i hurting someone? don’t think so”

“i just can’t stand who doesn’t care. i love the kids, they’re innocent souls and someone like you is the worst that could happen to them” you explained.

“give me a week, and i’ll swear to god you’re gonna change your mind” he looked at you, his gaze completely emotionless.

“a week to act like a human being?”

“three days.”

“deal” you extended your hand for a handshake.

he took your hand and shook it, his eyes fixated on you. your cheeks were already burning and the subtle staring contest between you and simon wasn’t helping. he had on his black surgical mask, but you could feel his mouth arching into a hidden smile.

“you could start by helping me with the kids”

were you asking him to help you?

“sure, why not” he smirked and stood up, walking towards the common room with you.

the kids were playing around with cars, stuffed animals and barbies, chuckling and smiling sweetly. a view that makes you melt every time.

“simon!” alex, the little kid he met the first day, ran towards him, “how are youu?”

“i’m fine kiddo, and you?” he got on his knees to look at the little boy.

“i’m good!” he grinned and took simon’s finger that felt huge in his hand, “hello y/n!!”

“hey hun!” you annoyed mood shifted as soon as you stepped inside. you sat next to alex and kissed his pinky soft cheeks.

“do you know simon? he’s my new friend!”

you smiled, even tho simon could feel that you were forcing yourself, and patted his head, “i’m really happy you found a new friend”

simon and you split up, you were playing with half of the children and him with the others.

you completely forgot about simon, now acting so sweet and caring, your brownish oversized shirt with the bleached pair of jeans you messily wore the same morning definitely didn’t help simon in leave his gaze from you.

he could feel his cheeks warming up at each smile you gave alexander or his friends, feeling the sympathy you had for the kids. he was slowly driving crazy, you were driving him crazy. three days, and he swears he’s gonna make a move on you. he was used to the egocentric models and actresses he usually spend one or two nights together, but you were so kind, you were the sweetest thing on earth.

like a little boy he poked alex’s little arm, “hey kiddo, do you know if y/n has a boyfriend or something?”

he laughed, “she’s my girlfriend!”

he chuckles softly, “oh yeah? so she has a boyfriend”

you felt his gaze on you, for the whole day. lunch, dinner, even when you were brushing your teeth.

“do i have something on my face?” you suddenly asked.

“why?”

“you keep staring at me” you replied, “do i have something on my face?”

“no” he said darkly, his deep voice matching his black tight shirt.

you laid on your bed, looking at the ceiling and sighing.

“why are you here?” you asked him genuinely.

he turned around to face you.

“my manager forced me to” he replied.

“the rumors. are they true?” you faced him back.

“if i hate kids? no. i don’t particularly like them either.” he said, his english accent clear.

“you’re not a bad person, and i’m sorry for my attitude. i just can’t…”

“…can’t stand who doesn’t care. you told me already.” he cut you short, “but i do care. my father wasn’t one of best, and just look at alex! so full of energy and life, he’s an icon”

you chuckled softly, thinking about how great alex was.

his jaw dropped slightly, did he just make you laugh?

he interrupted the laugh, “you’re breathtaking”

“i’m sorry?”

“you’re breathtaking, i told you that yesterday but you didn’t hear me” he whispered, looking into your eyes.

“oh… thanks” you blushed slightly, needing to change subject, “and i’m… sorry for you father”

“s’okay. i moved on. he was a real dick.” he smirked, but you could feel the sadness in his voice.

“seriously, you… no, no one deserves a shitty childhood. that’s why i need to fulfill those kids dreams. they deserve to be loved”

“you’re… sweet. you’re really something else.” he mumbled, “goodnight”

“goodnight”

a/n: I NEED TO KISS ON THE LIPS SIMON POOR BOY☹️☹️

sorry if it’s short, i’ve working on a fluffy fic that i reallyyyy care about!!

#ghost x reader #cod simon riley #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you

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qiaipia · 2 years ago

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Somebody Tied You to an Ant Pile — miguel o’hara

ミ★ a Bullet fic on being in Highschool with a Miguel O’HottieHara

ミCONTENT: miguel o’hara x afab! reader. childhood friends to lovers. nerd/popular trope. messing around (r16). Inspired by blueastriz’s work on TT.

read this as if i was a friend barging in ur inbox for a fic idea lmao. don’t take the formatting too srsly!

The cicadas rang their symphony in the hot summer air. It was time to part ways.

“You’ll text right?” An 11-year old Miguel O’Hara pouts, beside you on the swing. The sun was setting. A chapter was now closing.

You laugh, excited about the new adventure that came with moving homes, but you give him your biggest comforting smile. “Of course! You’re my best friend Miggy, we’ll even talk all night if you want to!”

He pushes his glasses up his nose, pout still evident.

You outstretch your hand, and he hands his over, interlacing each other. Stubby and sweaty children hands.

You gave his soft palms a gentle squeeze. “I promise. Nothing’s going to get in between us.” Your eyes beamed with hope.

Miguel gave a small smile and nods. “I’ll ask mama to buy me a phone.”

- But that was 5 years ago and well, times have changed.

- But now you’re in Highschool as a popular kid!!

- Mostly because you hung out with the mean girls

- names? Stacy and Jane lmao

- You though? you’re Nice, buuuutt you were also a bystander. Kid getting bullied? Not exactly your problem.

- But when it mattered you spoke your mind and had a rbf so everyone stays away from your clique

- You and Miguel go waaaayy back

- Before you moved you were neighbors!

- You and Miguel are childhood best friends

- First grade at ur old school some bullies tied you and Miguel to an antpile

- You two were bonded ever since over red ant bites and swollen faces

- Playing games together with the O’Hara brothers

- Pulling stunts on his younger brother Gabri

- Making messes everywhere

- And blaming Gabri lol

- U guys were together EVERYDAY practically inseparable by the 6th grade. Never one without the other

- Then you moved u tried keeping contact but life kept u both busy, u guys just eventually stopped talking

- Cue 10th grade! There is a new transfer student

- U usually dont care, so u went a while without noticing this transferee

- Then you saw someone getting picked on at lunch

- U were studying the kid from afar - Jane saw u staring and teased u for it

- Said his name was Miguel O’Hara. The newbie

- “He’ll adapt soon enough.”

- DUH u remembered Miguel. He was ur grade school crush. And with his dorky glasses and thin frame, you STILL thought he was cute

- U wait for him out of his AP Science class

- U creep behind him as he rummages through his locker and u shove him to get his attention

- He was annoyed doe, “Ay mierda, you piece of shits took all my lunch money, I have nothing more-“

- You grab hold of his shoulders and turn him around with the biggest grin on ur face lol

- He is light as a feather and u were the same height lmao

- He squints at you. “y/n?”

- “Hola Miggy.” You laugh.

- He is Shookt!! U went HERE?!?!

- U guys catch up going home, it was getting dark! U tease him abt the glasses, he teases u that ur a popular girl now

- He is surprised,, to see u have such a big house now WOW ok

- Ur family moved because ur dad got a better job offer and made much much more in the business

- U invite him in, he says his bro is waiting for him. U miss Gabri!!

- He is shookt when u say u have a pool PLS. U promise to invite him over next time

- Gabri teases him ALL NIGHT LONG abt u, ur Miguel’s his gradeschool crush too, now he’s just happy to get back his friend

- The next time someone bullies Miguel in front of u, its a jock who likes u, and u dont say much, so people are surprised u defend this nerdy new guy

- “Pick on someone your own size Archie. You get off hurting people smaller than you?” You call out from your seat on the table.

- Stacy backs you up. “Maybe he’s compensating for something.” She snickers. You make a puking sound. Everyone laughs.

- Archie is embarrassed and leaves.

- You flash Miguel a wink. He has to laugh. You stood up for him.

- Honestly, you guys don’t really interact at school. It was like teenage pride abt different social statuses and whatnot. You knew it would be bad for you and Miguel if you guys were seen together.

- but u always wait for him on the days he has AP classes.

- In return he walks you home.

- You both catch up.

- Remember times like when you were both in grade-school, like the time his pants fell down while he was on the jungle gym. Or how you made a stupid amount of pastillas with him and had a sugar rush for days.

- How your parents were now getting a divorce, and how yesterday he caught Gabri smoking Camels

- Your girl friends have caught on. They wanna know the guy you were seeing.

- You had a stupid smile on your face all the time, of course it was a boy.

- You couldn’t tell them of course, its social suicide

- Once he came out of the AP Class early, you were confused

- He said classes were cancelled

- It was too early to go home, but it was too late to stay in school

- He mentions that Gabri was at a friends house and that the house was empty

- “Let’s get home before your mom does, yeah?” You say shakily, with a grin - You both obviously knew where this was going.

- You both rushed to his house, nervous and clammy

- “Is this your first time?” You ask with a nervous bite on your lips. “Yeah, yours?” He says, awkward fitting jeans doing nothing to hide pre-pubescent down there emotions.

- “Mine too.” You mention nervously. “You’re shitting me.”

- “Don’t laugh!” You squeal throwing a pillow at him.

- You didn’t know much about your body yet, and neither did Miguel, but his brown eyes were so captivating as he shuffled on top of you, sans glasses

- It’s a normal thing now lol

- Miguel actually ditches AP classes to mess around wit u

- Esp with Gabri being out all the time

- down bad fr

- But it sort of goes like u need help also with homework after,,

- So u learn??? because Miggy is such a smart cookie

- U ACTUALLY LEARN

- U learn each others bodies too atp so thats cute!!

- It shows in ur grades lol

- By then he is literally the only one ur messing around with

- But this one time: you both fall asleep after particularly tiring time alone

- Sleep UNTIL DARK

- Conchata’s knock wakes u both tf UP

- It’s impossible to hide u so u both settle for messily dressed and “We’re doing homework.”

- She doesn’t remember u at Miguel’s insistence lol

- You awkwardly leave the house because she is NOT happy her son is bringing a girl home behind her back. Under the roof she pays for?!?!

- “Do you even use protection mijo?” “…” “AY POR DIOS MIGUEL”

- And well, now he gotta text his mom when u come over and Gabri gotta be there too

- Gabri loves having u around, he geeks out with ur secret obsessions of comic books! It’s not really popular among your friend group, but you got really into it last year

- Conchata doesn’t really approve of her son hanging out with a girl but “Ma I’m tutoring her.” And she rolls her eyes

- You see it’s tense between mother and eldest son

- You put a hand over Miguel’s after a harsh fight. “But you still love your mom don’t you?”

- His eyes soften.

- You have definitely pulled Miguel under the bleachers to make out once or twice

- And you definitely have dragged him to empty supply closets lol

- He’s down bad and a pretty girl just asked to blow him so is his 16 year old self gonna say no?

- Fuck no.

- You can’t keep ur hands to yourself lol

- Plus you can see Miguel is slowly but sure changing. You gotta tiptoe now to kiss him WHAT

- He also stares a LOT it gets you self conscious but he assures you your the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Followed by cupping your breasts and going “Have they always been this big?” Followed by you elbowing him

- And who says sex ruins friendships?? It doesn’t! You and Miguel are closer than ever because of it

- You know what does though?

- Love.

- And you found that out when you cried yourself to sleep when Miguel said he was asked out by a girl to hang out in his AP Class

- He said yes to her and he’ll hang out with you soon

- But it’s always the same girl with him

- Talking to him in class, during lunch, before, during and after AP Classes

- Eventually he was halving his time with you and with her

- They match well together, him and Xina Kwan. She was crazy smart and the same social status as him too.

- She was sweet and smart and you have been avoiding Miguel like the plague in hopes it won’t wake up the vicious green monster

- DAMN you were crying, mascara all over your face.

- It was the last day of school too urgh poor u. You wipe your tears as you wash you face on the school bathroom sink

- Miguel had enough of u ignoring him tho so he walks up to you

- While you were with ALL your popular friends around ur locker

- And he asks if you wanted to walk home together

- He wasn’t really thinking, he just didn’t want u to avoid him anymore

- You gave him a horrified look and ran away

- And everyone laughed at poor heartbroken Miguel O’Hara

If this works out I’ll put out a fic for it. Hmu with thoughts!!

again, read this as if i was a friend barging in ur inbox for a fic idea lmao

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #atsv #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099: atsv #spiderman 2099 #+MYWORK+#miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o hara #spiderverse x y/n

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imaginespazzi · 4 months ago

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Nivi! How are you, bestie? I'm just here for a quick drop-by again, just to check in and say hi.

Life hasn't slowed down much the past few weeks so I still haven't had time to do a long review but please know that every GH chapter is like a shot of serotonin straight into my veins.

You had so many good lines in Chapter 10 that gave me a good chuckle btw, i loved it.

Also, I'm never ever getting tired of Paige-Azzi-Stephie scenes. Like ugh, this lil family makes my day always. Brooo, Stephie's possessiveness! She a little master manipulator huh cause this:

“Mama,” Stephie says loudly, cutting Paige off as she turns to Azzi, “do you know if Aunty Chérie is in town?”

“I was just thinking,” Stephie barrels on casually, “maybe we could go see her and she could give me cuddles and kisses since app-ently Miss Buecks is too busy to give them to me-”

^This was absolutely DIABOLICAL from that little girl hahahah. She knows EXACTLY what to say to get what she wants from her Miss Buecks. Like mother, like daughter truly.

And our Drew cameo, it's finally here! Oh boy, the confrontation is really gonna be something, i already know. Yeah for sure I think Drew's gonna have slight feelings of jealousy or yearning in a way that Stephie gets to experience what he missed out on, but more than anything I think he is gonna be super protective of her and not wanting her to ever go through what he went through when Paige and Azzi broke up.

I do wonder what Azzi's reaction will be if and when they finally get around to talking about the "plan" in place of Angie potentially taking over P's role and the team maybe no longer needing P after this one season. I know P says it's nothing they can't work through , but well we all know how much of an overthinker Azzi is and so she's prolly already gonna jump straight ahead to scenarios of well what's that gonna look like if P has to move to the OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY and how that's gonna affect Stephie. Ugh, the angst is about to ANGST, i feel it.

Anyhoo, i guess this is kinda a medium-sized review? As a small token of my appreciation haha.

As always, thanks for taking the time to feed our souls with your talent! Can't wait for the next (whenever that may be)!

P.S: I think I'm rooting for a Liberty-Sun finals series. I do love the Lynx and I know how much you love Phee so I wouldn't mind if it was the Lynx (and I think it will prolly be them anyway over the Sun) but I do have such a soft spot for CT and I looooove Nai, so I am rooting for them over Minny, sorry babes. I'm rooting for NY though so at least there's that!

Oh and I watched Geno's media availability today, and he didn't seem all too impressed after the first practice session lol but it is the first one and there's a lot of new pieces so like he said, it'll just take time. But it better take less time than it did last season cause idk if I can suffer through another painful non-conference stretch. ALSO grandpa seemed annoyed at having to be cautious with Azzi LMAO, like if it was up to him, she's back on that court playing as much as possible ASAP. Imma need him to chill on that though. Like no one wants to see princess back on court more than me (well, maybe apart from Azzi herself and blondie) BUT her knees better be 200% before she's back on there!

I said "quick drop-by" and look what we got instead - typical hahah.

OK imma stop now. Love ya, bestie. Take care of yourself always! 💗

-🙋‍♀️

BESTIE I MISSED YOU I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU <3

Babes I get you don't even worry about it. Life is gonna do life things and whenever you have the time to do one again (hopefully I write again lol) I will be seated to read it!

But I'm glad you've been enjoying GH.

Honestly I love writing Stephie so much. She's just an evil genius and she's so smart and perfect and funny which off course she is, she's literally mini-Pazzi.

Ugh babes you always just get my writing because that's exactly how Drew feels towards Stephie. There's definitely some wistfulness there seeing her get that "family" that was in way stolen from him but he's already enamored by this little girl and he would never want her to face what he has.

Azzi's reaction is going to depend on when she finds out and how she finds out tee hee :) I've given y'all so much fluff, it's only fair I give the angst fiends some angst soon.

Well I hate to break it to you babes, but no Liberty-Sun finals for and you and I fear it's looking quite grim for the Liberty in general right now. But at least we'll always have MVPhee too root for!

Oh god I didn't have time to react to Geno's availability but I fear grandpa did not real squelch any of my fears about this team. My biggest side-eye was actually his lack of complementariness about Jana and I'm a little fearful for my frontcourt where apparently Ice (??) is looking like the best player?

He's definitely dying to have Azzi back out there but if that girl plays more than 15 minutes in at least her first 5 games, we will be having words! I have Farleigh-Dickinson circled on my calender for the earliest possible game we can see her and that would give her a couple of easy game before the team would really need her so he better not play her more than 15 if she does play then.

#ask #UCLA ANON LOML FR <3 #did a little squeal of happiness seeing you in my inbox again

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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for the sleepover, a bit of a throwback, but maybe movie night with best friend!alex kerner that accidentally becomes more 👀

GOD the way this gif launched me right back into my alex era, I would fully let him ruin my life and just say thanks... he's really The Boy

warnings: sexual tension, awkward alex being awkward and just a touch pervy, implied smut, slutty reader lmao

He wasn't sure what to do, or say— or think— when a sex scene came on. Tensely glancing at you sitting next to him on the couch— bare feet up on the cushions and your knees against your chest, eyes staring forward and reflecting the blue-ish glow of the erotic scene before you, hand mindlessly moving from the bowl of popcorn to your mouth and back— he wondered if he should just ignore it, or address the tension directly with a woah, this is a little awkward, or act super cool like hey look, they're having sex, I totally do that all the time.

Okay, acting super cool was not an option: if he knew how to do that, he would just do it all the time.

But he figured he was better off saying something, because it seemed like it was getting more awkward the longer the silence went on— at least, it was for him, as he wrung his clammy hands together and bounced his leg and nearly winced as the couple on screen grinded and writhed together on top of silk sheets. His mind couldn't help but supply images of how it might look if the two of you did that... and his dick couldn't help but react. He internally scolded it to mind its own goddamn business just as he turned to you to blurt out something casual to say about all this.

"I didn't know this movie had a—" he began sheepishly.

"Oh, that's hot," you commented, at the same time.

"What?" you both said to each other, then laughing at the way you'd spoken over each other twice in a row.

"Sorry," you said, "what'd you say?"

"I— I was just saying that I didn't know this movie had a sex scene," he replied, swallowing with a dry throat as he awkwardly pressed, "what, uh... what did you say?"

"Oh, I just said it was hot," you smirked, looking a bit embarrassed to have to repeat it. "I mean when he, you know, sucked on her nipple— that was hot."

Alex felt his face heat up and hoped the dark room meant that you couldn't see him turning beet red. "Uh... yeah, I guess it is..."

"Sorry if that's weird to say," you dismissed, "but I mean, that's why they put it in the movie, right? 'Cause it's hot."

"I... guess so." You mean they didn't put it in the movie specifically to torture me, right now?

"Now I feel dumb," you winced, "like, kinda outed myself for being into that— I mean, you're looking at me like I'm crazy..."

"S-sorry," he choked, "you're not crazy, I, uh— I guess I just never thought about that."

"You never thought about putting your mouth on a tit?" you chuckled. "Alex, it's all you knew how to do for the first, like, year of your life."

"I don't mean— I've thought about that! I've, you know, I've done that with girls before," he defended. "Although I'm usually trying not to think about breastfeeding when I do, so thanks for that."

You snorted, "welcome."

"I meant that I hadn't thought about, you know, like... what you're into," he said. "We don't really talk about it."

"Yeah we do!" you frowned.

"No, we talk about who you're into," Alex corrected, "but it doesn't go much further than 'he came over last night' or whatever."

"Yeah, sorry if that put, like, some awful image in your mind," you shook your head as if to shake off the thought. "Didn't mean to be weird."

"It's fine, it's not an awful image," he said— but he wished he could've said it differently even before you reacted with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, so you like thinking about it!" you accused, suddenly setting aside the popcorn and sitting up to lean closer to him and poke him in the side as he nervously defended himself.

"Wait— I didn't mean like— stop!"

"You're into it now, huh! Thinking about somebody sucking my tits? Perv," you teased.

"Shut up, I didn't mean that— I was just saying—" he stumbled nervously; his cock was just happy you were touching him at all, and he awkwardly flailed around as he tried to fight off your teasing touches and hide the tent in his jeans.

"Imagining other guys licking my perky, hard, sensitive nipples," you continued anyways, doing your best mockingly-sensual voice, like some kind of parody porno.

"Not— not other guys," he blurted out his correction.

He was kind of hoping you wouldn't hear it, but you stopped your teasing dead in your tracks. Everything stopped— except the movie, of course, which had since moved on to a normal scene but was going totally ignored. "What?" you asked softly.

Alex choked on his own throat. "I— that's— um—"

"Were you thinking about... doing it to me?" you continued.

"No," he lied.

"Is that why you're hard?"

He covered his groin with his hands, but it was a bit late for that; and it wasn't just the reflection of the TV that made that sparkle shine in your eye....

"Oh, Alex," you purred, "I thought you knew you could've just asked, I don't mind..."

"Yeah, but," he sighed shakily, "that's not what I wanted from you, okay? I know you let guys... I mean, I know you sometimes— uh—"

You raised your eyebrows expectantly, waiting for him to finish the thought.

"I mean, you hook up with guys. And it doesn't mean anything— and some of them are your friends, some of them are my friends, actually..."

You bit your lip, and his cock jumped in his jeans.

"And I figured if I told you that I wanted to, um, try something, with you, you'd probably let me. But that's not what I want."

"So you... don't want to put your mouth on my tits?"

"I— I just don't want it to not mean anything," he finally admitted. "If we did, I mean. If you wanted to. Hypothetically."

You scooted closer, making him feel cornered on his own couch. "What would you want it to mean?"

"I would... I mean, I guess I'd, uh," he stalled, scratching the back of his neck. "I'd want it to mean you're my girlfriend?"

The longest second in the world passed, before you smiled, and he hoped that was a good sign. "You're so traditional," you said, sort of mocking but sort of sweet, too. "Don't wanna fool around with just any old girl, huh?"

"Well, you're not—" he began having to catch his breath and start over when you suddenly began to straddle his lap, looking down at him with that up to no good look in your eyes. "You're not any old girl."

"Definitely not," you smirked. "I haven't been somebody's girlfriend in a long time— and I've never been your girlfriend. What can I expect? Aside from getting my tits sucked on."

"Uh— well, I'd kiss you," he decided, gingerly resting his hands on your back and hearing his voice get quieter like he was sharing a secret. "And... take you on dates."

"Mm," you hummed approvingly, beginning to toy with his hair a bit; his cock throbbed at the affection, and he wondered if you could feel it sitting in his lap like this.

"I'd... I'd do whatever you wanted, really," he laughed thinly, rapid heartbeats rattling in his chest. "I'd do anything for you. I think I've already told you that."

"Yeah," you breathed, "you did. Nobody's ever been as nice to me as you are, Alex."

"I figure that's why you don't want to be my girlfriend," he offered with a sigh, but you lifted his chin to make him look at you— and he figured he looked just as pathetically desperate as he felt.

Thankfully, you didn't seem to mind; you gave him a kiss, gentle and sweet, and he felt his shoulders sink in relief as he kissed you back. He held you tighter, pulling you in for more, but you broke away and he chased after you for just a second before he caught himself. "Sounds nice, actually," you decided. "When can we start?"

"Um... right now, I think," he replied, and you smiled wider.

"Where's our first date gonna be?" you wondered.

"At this rate, I think it's gonna be the right across the hall in my bedroom."

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