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how much do i hate myself today and does that leave room for me to post any of the photos the mothership took of me? hmm...
#at the tail end of the hell organ having its monthly tantrum.. very questionable#things to think about over dinner i suppose#most of the pictures are just me standing around in places like 'do u see this shit leafeon?'#there is however one of me in front of what seems to be an artistic rendition of a super mario piranha plant#howling from the shadow realm
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R U MINE? feat. gojo satoru
gojo satoru has got to be the picture definition of a stereotypical college frat boy. heâs cocky, loaded with his daddyâs money, and dangerously handsome. it seems like common sense to stay away from him since youâll never get more than a one-night stand out of it.Â
thatâs why you choose to turn a blind eye once youâve come to the horrific realization: youâre in love with him. and youâre just itching to askâŚ
âare you mine tomorrow? or just mine tonight?â
IMPORTANT: part two is out! read here :)
content: 8k words, afab!reader, angst! fluff! heartbreak! n everything in between! implied smut, rich college frat boy gojo and hellcat driver geto đ¤, emotional rollercoaster, reader has a toxic ex, trust issues (?) gojo is absolutely insufferable, misunderstandings, use of words hoe, slut, etc., mutual pining, some jjk character cameos (wink wink) me writing very unfunny dialogue, no bc wtf is this, cheating implications, emo gojo (the worst warning of them all)
author's note: hello hello! my name is kami, i've been reblogging fics on tumblr for a while now but i've recently figured out how to work this hellsite, so i'm going to start posting fics that i write! thank you to those who enjoyed my nanami drabble <3 kisses 4 u all.
this fic IS split into two parts and there is smut in the second part. so just. prepare yourselves for that ig.
reblog and interact for a kiss ;)
âso⌠let me get this straight.â
âgo ahead.â
shoko takes a deep breath, and you just somehow know that sheâs pinching her nose in exasperation right now. âutahime dragged you out to a party in hopes that you would hit it off with somebody. you wander off on your own and later, she sees you and gojoâTHE gojo satoruâgiving you his number?!â
âuh, yeah. thatâs exactly what happened.â
âdo you even understand what youâre getting yourself into?! that man bags hoes like theyâre pokemon!â you readjust the phone against your ear and sigh at shokoâs comment.Â
âokay, first of all, never say that again. second, i rejected all of his advances. i didnât even save his number.â you stare at the crinkled-up note in your hands, which proudly displays his number and a slick call me if you change your mind ;). you wonder if you could sell this paper to his fangirlsâyouâd surely make a little bit of cash out of it. âiâve seen gojo around. i know that i shouldnât mess with him. plus, he was drunk as hell at the party; i doubt he even remembers my name. to him, iâm just some chick that heâs frustrated at because she didnât want to fuck him the second she saw him.â
âdo you⌠do you share any classes with him?â
âi donât think i do.. just, donât worry about it, okay? iâll throw away his number and we can put all of this behind us. here, iâll do it right now.â you rip up the paper into a few pieces before tossing it in the garbage can. hopefully, you did it loud enough that shoko heard it through the phone. âi get that youâre worried for me. and i appreciate that, but i can handle myself.â
âjust⌠no more mention of gojo anymore, okay? youâre right, y/n. letâs just put this all behind us.â shoko sighs, and you smile at that. problem solved. you threw away his number, and heâs most likely moved on to the next girl by now, so that was that. now, you just have to forget about satoru gojo.
all to never let yourself get hurt ever again.
itâs hard to forget about gojo.
not because of those dangerous blue eyes of hisâgetting anyone lost in them if they stare for too long. not because of his stupid silvery white hair, which makes him look like a mop, and sometimes like a paintbrush. not that stupid cocky grin of his, eitherâŚ
...but because youâve recently found out that he sits next to you for physics.
the revelation was truly disheartening. you thought you could avoid him for the rest of the year because as far as you knew, you shared no classes with him. however, you completely forgot about the fact that gojo never attends class in the first place, and you donât even know what classes heâs in⌠because heâs never there. so finding out that the seat next to you in physics wasnât just an empty seat, and it was gojoâs assigned one, was truly an experience.
âgojo.â the name alone makes your heart stop, and you drop your pen to look at the man your teacher was addressing. âfinally choosing to attend class for once?â
speak of the devil.
there he was, in all his gloryâthe man youâd never thought you had to deal with ever again. the man who tried to butter you up with his corny sweet talk so that you would go home with him for the night. the man who persisted with talking to you, even though you were barely interested. the man, who, at the end of the night, insisted on writing down his number for you in case you changed your mind about him and gave him a chance.
you wanted to shrink into your seat and never resurface.Â
âgood morning, yaga!â he says rather loudly, with no regard to honorifics at all. a few giggles could be heard across the classroomâthough geto suguruâs voice was prominentâsatoruâs equally as infamous bestfriend. âand yeah! itâs surprising, isnât it?â
whatâs also surprising is how gojo took a seat next to you. you thought that there was a mistake, that your teacher would scold him for sitting somewhere he isnât supposed to sit and relocate him elsewhere. however, yaga just grumbles and begins the lesson, leaving you helpless and unable to look at the man next to you.
you swear heâs burning holes at the back of your head.
pleasdonâtremembermeisweartogodpleasedonâtrememberme-
âyouâre that girl from the party, right?â he whispers, and youâve never wanted to disappear so badly in your life. you slowly nod your head, turning to look at him, and he pouts. ây/n l/n. you never saved my number. hmph, i was looking forward to a text from you, too.â
âiâm surprised you even remember me, 'cause you were fucking wasted that night.â you twiddle your pencil, averting your gaze from the man. âand i never saved your number cause i threw the paper in the trash. itâs probably at a landfill somewhere, yâknow.â
your words catch him off guard, and you laugh at how surprised satoru looks. it seems thatâs definitely not an emotion he shows often. despite his initial reaction, satoru swears he could feel butterflies with the way your laugh sounds.
ânot a common problem for a womanizer, huh?â
âwhat did you just call me?!-â
ây/n and gojo, do either of you have something to share with the class?â a dark blush of embarrassment covers your face, and somewhere in the back, you could hear geto snickering. gojo just smirks at yaga, seeming completely uanffected. âthen iâd suggest you stay quiet the rest of this lesson. donât make me separate you two.â
âiâd prefer that, actuallyâŚâ gojo huffs at your comment, thinking of this as a lost opportunity if the two of you get separated. he does a once over at your appearance. youâre cute, but definitely not the party kind. youâre playing hard to get, and gojo finds it adorableânot a lot of girls go that way with him. however, gojo thinks youâre not just like any girl. thereâs something different about you that intrigues him.
âdid no one ever tell you that itâs rude to stare?â
âhow could i not? youâre so cute.âÂ
âi thought you already learned from the party, gojo. iâm not interested in you.âÂ
the light blush coating your cheeks says otherwise. he smiles cheekily at the way you tried to hide your reaction to his words. youâre an enigma to gojo⌠and heâs drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he thinks heâs made his decision.
heâs gonna do whateverâs possible to get your number.
when the bell rings 30 minutes later, you shove your notebook into your bag, eager to finally leave the class that you had with that stupid paintbrush. that is, until he stops you with a question. âwhat class do you have next?â
heâs relentless. âwhy do you care?â
âi want to walk you to your next class,â he says, and smirks before saying his next words. âit doesnât really matter if you tell me or not. iâll just follow you anyways.â
you sigh, absolutely exasperated with him. heâs like a fly who keeps invading your personal spaceâalways coming back no matter how many times you swat it away. heâs right, though. damn him for being stubborn. âi actually have this period free.â
âoh, sweet!â he chirps, walking with you out the door, making sure to greet geto before he leaves the classroom. âletâs go to the courtyard. iâll buy you a drink from the vending machine-â
âi was gonna do that regardless if you were here or not.â you give him a look, and you canât help but tug on your sleeves when you see people whisper to each other as you walk the halls with gojo. of course youâve heard the rumors. the man next to you is the most popular guy on campus. girls glare daggers at you and the guys call his name, although he barely even acknowledges them.Â
some common things that youâve heard about gojo around the school are: âi heard he only talks to girls for sex,â âapparently his best friend geto is just as much of a player!â âi mean, who wouldnât fuck a guy like gojo, though? heâs hot and loaded.â âthatâs how he reels you in, though. he gets his hand in your pants and never calls you back again.â you know you should stay away from him, itâs common sense, but itâs hard to stay away from him when heâs the one who glues himself to your side.Â
âwell, now youâll get a free drink and weâll get to know each other! isnât that great?â he smiles and you just grimace at his words.Â
âi donât need your moneyâŚâ
âdonât care! canât hear you!â he says, and youâve seriously considered just making a run for it. at least youâll lose him, and youâd finally be able to find peace for a bit. although, it would cause a scene, and gojo would probably end up finding you again somehow.Â
âwhat can i do to get you to leave me alone?â
that piques his interest, even though he looks slightly hurt by your question. he thinks for a bit, and smirks. âi really do want to buy you something from the vending machine.. and i want you to spend your free period with me. iâll leave you alone for the rest of the day if you do.â
âdo you promise? like, actually?â
âmhm! pinky promise!â you feel like youâre talking to a prepubescent boy.
âthen sure-â youâre about to agree, but he cuts you off with one more condition.
âi also want your number.â
you feel like youâve been cursed by a god, because having the most popular guy on campus be interested in you has got to be the most chaotic thing to ever happen in your life.
âwhat do you have me saved as?âÂ
the question comes from out of the blue, and you look up from the book you were completely absorbed in. you and satoru were at the school library, on a âstudy dateâ as he calls it, although it was more so just gojo inviting himself to wherever place you go, as per usual. this time, you have an exam to study for, and you explicitly told him not to bother you unless absolutely necessary.
you do have to say, though, heâs not annoying as you thought he was. he just nagged you way more the first day he sat next to you in physics so he could get your number. itâs been a few days since then, but still, youâd definitely be more efficient in your studies if you didnât have him attached to your hip all the time.
âsatoru, i told you not to bother me-â
âunless absolutely necessary. yeah, i heard you, and this question needs an absolutely necessary answer! contact names really say a lot about our relationship, yâknow.â
ârelationship? nobody ever said we were even friends-â
âdonât break my heart like that, babe. plus, you donât call me gojo anymore! itâs satoru to you now,â his heart warms at that realization, and you scoff, especially at the pet name. âwe are friends, unless youâd like to be something more...â
âif you say anything else iâm calling you by your government name. gojo satoru.â he looks especially wounded by that.
âah! donât do that, please. it feels like weâre a married couple and youâre really mad at me.â he cries and you canât help but giggle at his words. you decide to entertain him a little bit, fishing through your pocket to find your phone.Â
he almost passes out at what he sees on your screen.
âitâs just my number? you didnât even save my contact?!-â
the shushes from your fellow students and the librarians arenât even enough to calm gojoâs agony and despair. it also does nothing to stop your laughter, either.
from that day on, gojoâs contact was forcefully changed from his number to âsatoruâ (he initially added a heart, but you deleted it, much to his disappointment) and one of his many selfies from his stupid instagram account. how the hell can a college student even have thousands of followers?! you think.Â
gojo just says that nobody can resist his shirtless post-workout selfies. youâre surprised that you didnât slap him at his words.
you push him away.
everytime gojo buys your favorite drink, (itâs always on him, despite your genuine insistence in saying that you could pay for your drink just fine.) everytime he walks you to all of your classes each day, (he memorized your schedule just so he could do this) everytime he buys you your favorite foods on the rare instances that you let him take you out for lunch, (usually, this requires a lot of begging, and you mostly relent during class when youâre just exasperated and wanted to get some notes down.), and everytime he calls you by those stupid pet names of his, you think back to what the entire student body says about him, and you think back to your phone call with shoko, where she warns you to not associate with him so you donât get hurt by anyone ever again, and you push him away.
you push him away even when you realize that if he just wanted you for sex, he wouldâve stopped chasing after you when you didnât text him after that night at the party.
and that thought alone scares you.
still, youâre not heartless. satoruâs been asking to take you out for a while, and you finally agreed to go today. heâs especially chipper about your agreement right now, walking with a slight pep in his step as he bit around his ice cream cone.Â
the park boasts some beautiful scenery today, and little children are out and about. still, you underestimated the weather, and the cold uncomfortably nipped your arms as you internally cursed yourself out for wearing just a shirt. you crossed your arms as a subtle way to shield yourself from the cold.
âdonât play coy with me, y/n. are you cold?â satoru says with a cocky grin, and you huff at his question. surprisingly, he drops the teasing act and unzips his sweater, handing it to you. âhere, take it.â
âsatoru-â
âiâm not doing this to flirt or whatever youâre thinking right now. youâre shivering, and iâm just concerned for you, so please wear it.â he deadpans, and itâs the first time youâve seen him be so⌠upfront? you kind of like it. itâs not him teasing you or him being flirty. itâs just him showing that he genuinely cares for you as a friend. you take the sweater with a nod and put it on, ignoring how your heart is thumping as you take in his signature smell. cedarwood with a little bit of musk. itâs not an overpowering scent, but it still envelopes your senses.
ânevermind. you look so cute with my hoodie on. i feel like weâre in a j-drama right now, y/n!â
you take back everything you just said.
a few minutes later, you two are near the kids playground when you decide to take a break from walking, sitting on a nearby bench with gojo. the chirping of the birds and the wind passing through the trees is quickly overpowered by loud crying. crying from the child right in front of you, in fact.
youâre about to ask him whatâs wrong, but satoru beats you to it. he kneels in front of the kid, and coos, âhey, buddy. whatâs your name, hm?â
he stops crying for a moment to look at gojo and shakily responds, âgumi-um, megumi fushiguro..âÂ
âmegumi, huh.â he clicks his tongue for a moment. âwhy are you crying, megumi?â
âi-i donât know where my dad is!â he cries, and satoru looks to you for help. you just shrug, unsure of what to do with the lost kid, until gojoâs face lights up, assumingly with a great idea.
âheâs most likely just around here somewhere. you can wait with us, and weâll help you find him! say, do you want an ice cream to help you feel better, megumi?â the boy hesitantly nods, and satoru gives him a thumbs up as he takes him to the nearby ice cream stand. youâre watching this entire scene unfold, absolutely enamored with gojo for the first time. you didnât think he had a natural talent with kidsâbut the way heâs making megumi laugh while he happily snacks on his ice cream says otherwise. an outsider could look at you three and assume that youâre just a happy family.Â
you try to ignore how that makes you feel.
and as you wave goodbye to megumi once he eventually is reunited with his father again, (an intimidating man who gave you two an appreciative nod as he walked away with his son.) you realize something as you tug on the sleeves of your-satoruâs sweater.Â
youâre in love with gojo satoru.
and fuck, that revelation scares you more than anything. the last time you had given your heart to a man, he had crushed it repeatedly until you decided that you would never let yourself be vulnerable like that ever again.Â
and now, you're in love with your schoolâs notorious playboyâand it feels like youâre setting yourself up to be heartbroken again. you want disregard those rumors and shokoâs words so badly, but they still eat at the back of your mind even though the real gojo satoru is right in front of you, and he doesnât match the characteristics of the gojo satoru in those rumors at all.
you also remember that he has one real best friend, geto suguru. you like to think that this is also what geto sees in gojo. the reason why heâs stuck around.
the reason why you want to stick around too.
youâre so busy in your head that youâve just noticed gojo frantically waving his hand in your face. âearth to y/n? oh, good! i thought you had, like, a shock reaction from seeing megumiâs father. he looked a little scary, no?âÂ
âhe looks like if a muscle came to life and started talking.â you whisper, and he laughs in agreement. burying your hands into the pockets of his hoodie, you smile. you donât want to think about your current revelation with gojo right now. instead, youâll stick with the present. and right now, you like the present.
you just donât want to think about what this means for your future.
itâs the weekend, and youâre doing some work at the local cafe, gojo-free for once. only god knows what the man is doing at three pm in the afternoon on a saturday. not like you should be thinking about him right now, though. his presence alone has caused you to be behind on your studies, and you need to make sure you catch up.
you have to admit, you were a little unused to the silence. usually, the silence would be filled with gojoâs endless banter with you, as well as his terrible, corny jokes that are so stupid you canât help but laugh. his seemingly never-ending presence was annoying at first, but now, youâre starting to yearn for his company.
it further fuels the pit of uncertainty in your stomach, and you hate it.
shaking your head with a sigh, you take another bite of your pastry and continue typing up the report on your laptop. the looming thought of this reportâs impact on your grade and the need to pass this class helps you forget about satoru for a while. once again, you get lost in your academics.
the ring of the cafe bell breaks you from your trance. it was a natural impulse of yours to glance at everyone who entered the cafe, but once you did this time, you felt your heart drop down to your knees.
it was your ex.Â
your ex boyfriend who destroyed the notion of love for you, because he made you feel it for a short time, only to throw it all into a pit of fire and leave you scrambling to find nothing but ashes.Â
if you had to find the true roots as to why youâre so afraid to pursue a new relationshipâyou always find your ex in the center of it. and now, heâs right in front of you. you have to face him again when you refuse to shamefully admit that youâve barely even healed from the emotional scars that heâd left behind.Â
you feel as if an invisible hand has wrapped itself around your throat, blocking your airways and your ability to speak.
out of all the days satoru wasnât here with you, it had to be this one.
ây/n? is that you, sweetheart?â you wanted to vomit at the way he said your name. he had no right to say it so sweetly, when all heâs ever left behind is venom.Â
âi donât want to talk to you.â you cringe at the way your voice cracks, and you avert your gaze from him.
âplease, just hear me out for a minute, baby..â he coos, and you hate the way he talks to you as if you were a child. âi know i fucked up, and i canât change our past⌠but i can change our future together. if you take me back, iâll show you how much iâve changed-â
you donât know how many times youâve heard that stupid line before.
âgod, you sound like a broken record with how many times youâve pulled that bullshit on me.â you spat, loud enough to draw commotion in the cafe. your ex has surprise written all over his faceâmost likely due to your non-compliance to his words. âwhat, do you say that shit to all your hoes?â
your ex looks around, shrinking a little when he sees all eyes are on him. ânow, now, y/n, no need to be like that-â
âbe like that⌠be like that?! youâre telling me to be civil when youâre the one coming in here wanting me back, spouting some bullshit saying that youâve changed, when i told you to leave me alone already!â you scream, and you could feel the tears bubble up in your eyes. you look down, so you arenât able to see how everyoneâs staring at you with pity. god, you hate pity. it makes you feel weak and vulnerable. the two emotions you absolutely loathe. âi just want you to leave me alone, god. i hate you, why wonât you just-â
âyou fucking bitch-â he makes a move to lunge at you, and you instinctively take a step back, pure fear enveloping your senses.
you never feel the impact, though, as you see your ex being restrained by the cafe worker.
you remember him. the man who took your order earlier. he was an older man with a warm smile on his face, although you noticed how his cheekbones were slightly sunken, and he looked a little overworked. you jokingly quipped earlier that he should get some sleep before thanking him for making your order. he just replied, i get that quite a lot.
the size difference between your ex and the man is enough to discourage him from fighting back. he makes quick work your ex, dragging him out the door while he hysterically screams profanities to you on the way out. you assumed the worker threatened to call the police, because your ex scrambled up from the ground and ran away. you hoped this was the last time you would ever see him again.
âare you okay, maâam? he didnât hurt you, did he?â
you didnât even realize that the worker was back inside the cafe. everyone was gradually returning to their own businesses, with the eerie silence being replaced by casual chatter once more. you also didnât realize how much your hands were shaking, and you huff out a breath you didnât know you were holding. ây-yeah, iâm alright, and he didnât hit me. i just⌠need a minute,â
you decide that you arenât gonna get anymore work done like this, so you pack your laptop into your bag and slump onto the seat with a sigh. you bury your face into your hands. âis it a long story?â
âoh, donât even get me started.â
he laughs at that, and you ease up a little. âi told him iâd call the police if i ever see him around here again.â
âthatâs good to hear. though iâd prefer if i never see him in my life ever again.â
he hums at your words, and he turns to look out the window. âitâs getting dark out. do you want me to call you a cab?â
âno need, iâll call my boyfâmy friend. iâll call my friend. heâll uh, pick me up.â youâre still so shaken up you barely even register what you said to him. your eyes are frantic as you turn your phone on and look for gojoâs name in your contacts. you donât know why you want him to pick you up out of everybody. you could ask utahime or shoko right now, but you just wanted nothing more but to see gojo.
the bell rings again, and you flinch at the sound. thankfully, it was just another customer. the worker sighs. âwell, these orders arenât going to be done themselves. just wave me over if there are any other problems, okay?âÂ
you nod absentmindedly, and he turns to leave, but you stop him. âwait, sir, whatâs your name?â
âkento nanami.â
âthank you so much, nanami. i appreciate it.âÂ
âiâm just doing my job.â
âyour job is restraining crazy exes of college girls and kicking them out?â
ââit comes with the job description.â he teases, and you laugh lightheartedly. âand your name is?â
ây/n l/n.â
âanytime, miss l/n. again, just please⌠call me over if anything happens.â
âwill doâŚâ you say, pressing the âcallâ button on gojoâs contact. the anxiety is hitting you again, and you take a shaky inhale. youâre surprised at how he picks up almost instantly. âhey⌠satoru? yeah, can you come pick me up, please? i know i donât normally ask you to do something like this but-â
âdid something happen?â
âa lot happened, actually⌠iâll text you the address. please, just come soon.â
âof course, y/n.â you could already hear him running out the door, hearing the roar of his car engine coming to life. âiâll be there as soon as possible.â
he gets to the cafe in five.
you wave goodbye to nanami, thanking him once more as you get in the passenger seat of gojoâs car.Â
itâs not your first time inside here, but you still canât help but admire how⌠expensive everything looks. or maybe youâre just looking around because youâre stalling, and you have no idea where to begin with satoru.Â
however, you notice that heâs not asking you what happened, and heâs not forcing you to explain anything to him. instead, he switches the gear shift out of parking and says, âdo you want me to take you home?â
your eyes widen at his words, and you shake your head no profusely. the last thing you want to be is home alone right now, mainly because your ex knows where you live. you know he most likely wonât go that far with you, especially since nanami knocked some sense into him⌠but the possibilities still scare you. you take a deep breath before saying your next words.
â...can you take me to your house? i-iâm sorry for asking, i just donât want to be alone right now cause iâm terrified and-âÂ
ây-yeah. iâll take you to my house.â he says, and youâve never seen him so nervous in your life. it almost makes you laugh.
âiâll explain everything later. i just⌠wanna be somewhere safe first.â somewhere safe. you find his house as a safe place. gojo doesnât know how to react. his heart is thumping wildly out of his chest, but he makes sure to put your own comfort before his feelings.
âyou donât have to tell me anything if you donât want to.â he says, maintaining his cool by keeping his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift.
âbut i want to, satoruâŚâ you say. you canât believe youâre doing this again. youâre crossing so many territories that you were so afraid to cross because of your ex. now, you think you arenât that afraid anymore. not if you have satoru by your side.Â
you place one of your cold hands on the gear stick, interlocking it with his. is he⌠shaking? âthank you for this.â
still. there are so many things you canât say to him yet. you donât know when youâll be able to⌠or if youâll ever be able to.
i love you. i love you but iâm too afraid to say it. i just hope that youâll be able to wait for me.
âgod, youâre killinâ me here, y/n.âÂ
that pit of uncertainty in your stomach has grown so large you feel it's about to consume you whole. you donât think you mind much, though.
the two of you are lounging at his couch after satoru insisted on telling you to make yourself at home. thereâs a movie playing, with neither of you paying attention at all, takeout on the coffee table, two glasses and a bottle of wine after gojo didnât know what drinks to serve, and freaked out by pulling the first expensive drink out from his parentsâ alcohol closet. has he never properly invited someone to his home before?
âso in short, you had a crazy ex who saw you at the coffee shop⌠and he was begging for you to take him back, and when you went off on him he called you a bitch and tried to hit youâŚâ he recalls, a huge grimace on his face. âtch. the cafe worker shouldnât have let him go like that.â
âiâm sure he learned not to mess with me after getting humiliated in public.. and nanami did more than enough for me.â you retorted, and he gave you a sour look.Â
âoh, so you know the workerâs name now?â he says, and you could feel the tension build up in the air. oh. so he wants to do this with you? âwhat, is he your knight in shining armor?â
âhe looks like heâs in his late thirties, satoru. iâm not into older guys,â you roll your eyes at his absurd questions and add, âwhatâs it to you anyway?â
âwhatâs it to me, y/n?â he repeats your words, and you could feel an argument coming, like you already didnât have an exhaustive one with your ex. âyou know how i feel about you-â
âwhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â your voice is getting louder, all to hide your fear behind the implication of his words. you distance yourself from him on the couch.. much like how you distance yourself from letting satoru get too close to how you truly feel. âweâre not even together, satoru. you donât get to control the guys that i talk to- hell, have you even seen yourself?â
youâre rambling, and all you want to do is shut up, but you canât bring yourself to. âiâve heard what our school says about you. y-youâre a playboy, right? and you only ever talk to girls because you wanna fuck them. iâm not stupid, satoru. iâm not different from any of them, right? you only chase after me because iâm playing hard to get and that pisses you off-â
âwhat⌠what are you even saying, y/n?â he asks, and it stops your rambling for a moment. you donât know what youâre saying. youâre pouring out all the reasons why youâve tried to push him away, the reasons why you were so afraid to give your heart to him. but now that you say them out loud, they sound outright stupid.Â
âi started coming to class just to talk to you, i memorized your schedule just so i can walk you to class every morning. i buy you all your favorite food and drinks⌠i had to memorize your favorites too, by the way. and i have shit memory.â heâs screaming at this point, and youâve never had satoru scream at you. there are unshed tears in his eyes, and itâs all overwhelming to watch this unfold. âand when you called me, i drove as fast as i could to you because you never call like that and i was fuckinâ worried!â
âso let me ask you a question, y/n⌠would i do all these things for you just because i want you in my bed?! iâd do anything for you, and you know that!â heâs crying. the gojo satoru is crying, and itâs all for a girl. if you told this to someone in your school, theyâd call you a shit-faced liar. gojo satoru doesnât cry for a girl. he makes them cry.
âiâm sorry for being skeptical, satoru! i just canât help it when thereâs so many rumors about you wanting to fuck girls just for the shit of it â and iâm conflicted on whether or not i should believe them because i want you so bad and iâm scared youâll end up just breaking my heart and i donât want that to happen again-â
he cuts you off. âyou⌠what?â
youâre confused at why he looks so surprised, but then you backtrack on your words and you gasp. fuck. why did i say that? you cover your mouth and look away from him, refusing to meet his eyes.
those stupid blue eyes that you know you canât get enough of.
ây/n⌠can you please say that again? i donât want to do anything if i didnât hear you right.â his voice is soft now, and you swear that youâre dreaming. this isnât real. right? iâm gonna wake up soon. you dig your nails into the palms of your hands, leaving half-moon marks in their wake. it doesnât work, and you donât wake up, and you know you have to accept the fact that this is very real and itâs happening.
this is the worst leap of faith you think youâve ever had to take in your life.
âi want you so fucking bad, satoru. and iâm realizing that youâre not just the stereotypical rich playboy that everyone talks about on campusâyouâre a really great guy, and i guess iâm just scared to face that-â you donât even realize that satoruâs got you cornered on the couch, and you canât finish your words as he slots his lips against yours. hard. itâs the most passionate kiss you think youâve ever had in your life, and itâs got your breath taken away in seconds. holy shit.
you quietly moan against his lips as you kiss back, cupping his face with your hands and wiping his tears away. you wish this moment would last forever, but you pull away so you can breathe. you meet gojoâs eyes, and theyâre clouded with lust and desire, but you could tell heâs still a little uncertain. âweâll talk later⌠just take me to the bedroom already,â
gojo doesnât need another confirmation from you, and he lifts you up to carry you to his bedroom, practically tripping on his feet the way there.
a few hours later and a noise complaint from the neighbors, itâs safe to say that gojo satoru was the best one youâve ever had.
âgod, iâm never letting you go, baby.â
heâs tracing hearts onto your bare back. itâs littered with bruises and red scratch marks just from a few minutes ago, but youâve never felt better in your life. you stare at the man who invited himself into your life just from an encounter at a party, and you thank your lucky stars that you agreed to go with utahime that night. âis something wrong? youâre starinâ again.â
âiâm sorry it took me so long to trust you. iâve just been scared to open up my heart again, especially after him.â you donât have to name âhimâ for satoru to understand.Â
âiâm sorry too. i just got angry about the rumors and i also disregarded the fact that youâre scared to love again after your ex did all of that shit and-â he pauses, and sighs. âsorry. iâm rambling again.âÂ
he pulls you into another kiss, and this time, itâs sweeter, lighter, and full of love. âiâm going to show you what it looks like to really be loved, because itâs definitely not the shitty picture that your ex painted in your head. thereâs way more to it than that.â
âi love you, y/n.â
âthank you, toru.â you whisper. maybe, one day, youâll be able to find the courage to say it back. and itâs okay, because gojo is willing to wait an eternity for you.Â
heâll wait an eternity for you to teach you how to love again.
âlook at how beautiful you areâŚâ gojo says, appearing out of nowhere as he wraps an arm around your waist. you yelp, staring at your boyfriend through the mirror. heâs wearing a classic black tuxedo, with no doubt it being very expensive. it compliments the glimmering rolex on his wrist, and the thoughts running through your head about him and his outfit sets fire to your stomach.
âlook at yourself first, toru⌠god, we should just stay home,â you tease, turning around to pull him into a deep kiss. itâs a friday, and gojoâs taking you out to attend getoâs party tonight. the two of you are going for several reasons. he wants to introduce you to his bestfriend, since you realized that youâve never actually formally met geto before. itâll also be your first formal âcouple appearanceâ, as if gojo being attached to your side all the time doesnât say enough about the two of you already.Â
gojo pulls away, which surprises you. you pout at the expression on his face. âas much as i want to, suguruâs been bugging about you all week. i really do think itâs time for you to meet him,â
âhmph. alright.âÂ
âiâm tearing that dress off of you the second we get home, though.â
âsatoru!â
âwhat?! not my fault my girl looks so damn hot all the time!â
this night is going amazing.
when satoru walks with you through the front doors, arm wrapped around your waist and the dress you picked out for tonight glimmering, you feel a little shy. the guys all whistle at the two of you, and the girls whisper amongst each other, but you and gojo donât care. in his eyes, youâre the only girl he sees. the only girl worth being with here.Â
âwanna go get drinks?â he asks you, cerulean eyes showing underneath his sunglasses. you nod, walking to the kitchen with him. youâre getting severe deja vu⌠you canât believe you met gojo at the last party you were at. and now youâre at another party, with gojo as your date. you scan the crowd for utahime or shoko, wondering what you would say to them if they saw you with the man they specifically told you not to mess with.
itâs alright, though. shoko was wrong about those rumors, and gojoâs proving it to you.
âsatoru!â the playful voice greets your boyfriend, and you turn to see geto suguru. youâve seen him around campus, and he sits somewhere in the back of your chem class. you havenât really had the opportunity to talk to him, though⌠and he looks a little intimidating.
âyou must be y/n,â he says, offering you a freshly opened smirnoff from the drinks on the countertop. you thank him and grab the drink, taking a swig.
âyup! my lovely girlfriend,â gojo lets go of his arm around your waist to grab a drink.Â
âyou probably donât know this, but iâve been his wingman.â he smiles at gojo, whoâs pouting, like heâs preparing himself for what suguru is about to say. âheâs batshit crazy for you, its insane.â
âoh? do tell.â
âwhen the two of you got together, he left me a voicemail at like⌠four in the morning? anyway, he was screaming about how he was the happiest guy in the world⌠or something.â
âthatâs because i was!â youâre laughing at how unashamed satoru is about this.
âyeah, yeah, whatever.â geto clicks his tongue, pulling out his phone. âand heâs reposted you on insta to like, every drake song-â
âalright, me and y/n are gonna go dance.â he interrupts suguru, and drags you away from his best friend with a yelp. ânice talkinâ to you, suguru!â
âhey, i wanted to know more!-â
âshh, you donât need to know about all of that.â the two of you are in the living room, in the midst of all the bodies dancing and grinding against each other. he pulls you close to him, and you feel his hot breath against your neck. âyou look so beautiful tonight, y/n.â
âsame for you, handsome. letâs dance, shall we?â you wrap your arms around him and just sway to the beat. youâve never been much of a dancer, but everything feels natural as long as gojoâs with you.Â
suddenly, the music changes, and one dance starts playing. you two look at each other, and you both burst out laughing at the same time. âhave you reposted me to this song?â
âduh. itâs a classic.â
âcanât disagree with that.â you say, finding yourself grinding against satoru while wizkidâs part plays in the background. it feels like such a perfect nightâyouâre pulling satoru into a deep kiss, and he shoves his tongue down your throat while heâs leading you to a nearby couch. youâre seated on his lap, mimicking practically every couple in this party tonight.Â
suddenly, you pull away, and you whisper, âi need to use the bathroom.âÂ
satoru smirks at your words, thinking that itâs a hint for something else, and you give him a sour face. âwant me to join you-â
you hit his chest playfully. âthatâs not code for anything, you perv. i actually need to piss.âÂ
heâs pouting at your words, but he lets you off his lap anyway, and holds your drink for the time being. âitâs at the second door in the hall to your right. be quick, please.â
âno duh. iâve got a cute date to come back to,â you say, walking away and traversing all of the bodies that smell like sweat and alcohol. youâre a little unused to this environment, but itâs alright. you fix up your makeup in the bathroom and freshen up a little, walking back to the living room to find satoru again.Â
you wish you never did.
you were gone for four minutes. five minutes max. you come back to satoru, and your breath hitches at the sight.
on his lap was a random chick that looked like every other girl at this party. she was practically naked, since her outfit didnât do much to cover her skin at all.
fuck.
you remember the first time you saw gojo at the last party you went to. the sight wasnât that different compared to the one now. there were girls all over him, all fighting for his attention. and yet, it seemed that night, his attention was focused solely on you.
what bullshit that was.
your eyes are blurry, and the music is muffled in your ears. white noise fills your senses, and all you want to do right now is run.
so you do.
you run, not caring if gojo saw you at all or not. you run out of the party, eternally grateful that you didnât pick out heels for tonight and settled for much simpler shoes. you run, despite the fact that you drew getoâs attention. you were already out the door before he could ask what was wrong. you run, just wanting to get away from everyone and everything. you run with no particular destination in mind. you stop running when you almost get run over on a red light, the car honking at youâscreaming profanities as it drives by. it breaks you from your trance, and you sit on the curb of the sidewalk, letting all of your tears out on what was supposed to be a perfect night.
of course gojo didnât think that you were different. you were just like every other girl to him.
stupid. stupid. stupid. youâve never felt so stupid in your life.
when geto sees you running out the door with unshed tears in your eyes, he immediately panics. what the hell happened?
he goes through every room of the house, trying to find gojo, when he hears a bunch of commotion in the living room. he runs there, pushing past everyone, only to find a total disaster inside.
he sees gojo screaming at a girl dressed like a stripper, who was on the ground with tears in her eyes. satoru looks like heâs about to pop a blood vessel with how pissed he looks. thereâs a crowd forming at this point, and geto knows he needs to intervene, so he drags his bestfriend away, who looks so distraught that geto could just wonder what the fuck happened.
theyâre outside now, and its significantly a lot more quiet out here compared to all of the chaos inside. all the noise is coming from gojoâwho wonât stop crying, and geto has no idea what to do or where to even begin. âfuck!â
âdude, what the fuck happened!?â satoru looks like heâs feeling every emotion at once. he looks pissed, pissed enough to punch a wall, and getoâs a little afraid that gojo might actually do thatâor worst-case scenario, punch him. heâs crying, and geto hasnât seen gojo cry ever since he fell off a swing in pre-k, so what happened must be really fucking serious.
âi donât KNOW what happened, goddamnit! y/n went to use the bathroom and some slu- some girl came up to me and threw herself on my fucking lap! i was gonna tell her to fuck off but y/n saw before i was able to and now sheâs gone and she probably thinks that iâm just some cheater when iâve worked so hard to get her to trust me and-FUCK!â
he stops, trying to calm down a little, and gojo takes the shakiest breath he thinks heâs ever taken in his life. the red in his vision starts to fade, but he still feels helpless. âi just donât know what to fucking do, suguru.âÂ
âi just saw y/n run out of my house a few minutes ago.â he says with a grimace, and heâs trying to figure out what to tell his bestfriend. âiâve never seen you like this over a girl before. holy shit, you really love her, do you?â
geto thinks that gojoâs bloodshot eyes, the brutal names that he called that girl at the party, and the tears heâs shed for you are already an answer.
âthis is your last chance to prove it to her, satoru.â geto fumbles through his pockets and hands him the keys to his challenger. gojo snatches them, hearing the car engine rumbling itself to life. the white-haired man thanks his best friend as he steps into the driversâ side, with geto reassuring him, âill deal with the chaos inside, you go ahead and explain yourself to your girlfriendâ.
gojo swears that heâs never driven so fast in his whole life.
part 2 :)
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LESSON NO. 1
a/n: bassist!geto teaching you how to play the guitar. loosely based off this but not really connected. as requested by @alcospray đ i dont play bass so i just watched a whole bunch of videos for just one song - any bass players wanna correct me feel free to do so ;"). only if u look like geto tho /j. they havent say the three words to each other yet, read it with that in mind :3
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âany update from your fan?â gojo nudges him playfully as they wait for the principle of the university to introduce their band for the freshmen orientation, which, weirdly, something that the four of them never thought would happen. they sang about topics that wouldnât normally get talked about or were shunned â politics, capitalism, authoritarianism â and yet being introduced by the principle of their place of education was quite ironic.
the bassist doesnât hear gojo at all, not even when his best friend tries to tease him by calling you his fan. there were too many things in getoâs mind way even before this whole performance: his finals, a rival band that sought out to create false rumours about them, you.
always, you, the unexpected distracting thing that infiltrates his mind without fail. from the first night you trodded over to his dorms, opening up to him and letting him take care of you, to the many dates after. heâs taken you to cafĂŠs, watched you study way too many times, or simply let you sit through one of his song formation days.
a conscious effort to keep his distance and everything is just you, you, you, and geto is terrified. heâs never liked the kind of love with strings attached, with those mushy, complicated feelings, but no one-night stand, no quick fuck has ever made him feel the way you do.
but lately, heâs seen less of you, unwillingly accepting the principleâs offer to perform for the freshmen because he knew you were one of the group leaders ushering in the new students. at least he could try to search for you in the crowds, even getting a cheeky little text about where your group was meant to sit a week ago. he could be granted at least that when you both have been working so hard for final exams that you two could hardly see each other.
although, throughout their whole set, he sees everyone but you. he loses the bass line often, looks lost on the stage, needs to be cued in, something that never happens to the geto suguru. heâs always been a natural, and yet when it comes to you, you ruin him in the best way possible.
âheyâ hey! man, what was that?â gojo slaps him on the back but it doesnât even register in getoâs head, not really bothered by how he messed up the performance if it wasnât for gojoâs vocals and shoko adding in her own improvisations for her parts. nanami can only shrug as he comes around to getoâs front.
âshe wasnât there, i looked, too,â nanami mumbled, tapping his drumsticks on his shoulder, âbut youâre the most passionate guy i know who loves his guitars and bass lines.â
gojo has to chime in, âheâs the only bass guitarist you know, nanamiii!â and shoko pulls him back with a smack to the back of his head.
the dark-haired guy only clicks his tongue, âsorry âbout him.â
nanami waves his drumsticks before pointing them at his face, âi know youâre obsessed with her, but i donât wanna be a drummer if i canât work with my bassist. sort this out before our next gig. sheâs a sweet girl . . just, not when itâs at the expense of the band.â
geto only sighs in relief, landing a hand on his drummerâs shoulder.
âthank you, nanami.â the two exchange smiles before he gives a salute to his other two friends (âdo you think he finally loves someone enough for him to be distracted on stage?â shoko says, and gojo gasps dramatically), heading out from the wings and down the stairs at the front of the stage where people look confused at the recent performer looking high and low for where your group was meant to be seated.
he sees not you, but rather your group leader mates who heâs at least seen pictures of, so he has no qualms about heading over to ask about your whereabouts â âthe last thing she told our head group leader was that she was down with a nasty flu . . terrible fever and all. our main group leader went to her dorms to check on her and sheâs unfit for doing orientations activities. we just sent her loads of soup packets and pei pa koaâs.â
geto laughs at the last part, knowing your need for sweet things. when itâs combined with a soothing coating for your throat, itâs pretty much the only thing you take when youâre sick. with a quick thanks, geto races for the campus bus straight to your dorm, the bass carried on his back rattling with his capo, chord sheets and mute nosily.
at least your annoying roommateâs gone home before school starts so itâs only you when geto knocks on the door. his knuckles rap against the wood, heart breaking when he hears your hoarse voice answer from the other side. soon, he can hear your feet moving towards the door, but it takes a while from how your body is, knocking over some things in the process.
âc-coming!â you groan out, wrapped in layers of clothing and feeling so hot you feel like you were in hell. but you arenât expecting the sight when you open the door: your boyfriend panting, the guitar case behind him only telling you heâs come straight from the freshmen gig, the expression on his face.
âs-su!â you exclaim, both excitedly and a little worried because you didnât want to get him sick, something you regret immediately when you go to clutch your throat.
âoh, baby,â geto brushes the hoodie off your head and brushes away the mess of your hair, âyou look so pale, iâ i wouldâve come sooner if i knewâ!â
âthatâs why i didnât tell you,â you pout, pushing away his hand gently and stepping back. it hurts to speak, but you feel like you at least need to explain your absence to him, âi was afraid youâd ditch the performance. alsoâ donât want you to get sick.â
suguruâs expression softens, âdonât worry about me, doll. come,â he takes one more step towards you and you feel so safe with him you donât take a step away, âlet me take care of you.â
the next hours are full of geto, a revered bassist in an upcoming band who dons long hair, piercings and has a menacing dragon down his arm alongside some boots, taking care of you. he runs back and forth between the pantry to make sure you have enough hot water, boiling hot soup to drink, enough layers to keep you warm and even calling gojo to get some tylenol from the supermarket.
âtake a breather, sugu, iâm not gonna die,â you laugh slightly with a rasp to your voice, squeezing his hand as you rest against his shoulder. heâs made sure you at least have something in your stomach and enough hot water to power a hot spring, worry showing through his heartbeat when the hand he holds is still so warm.
âyouâre heating up loads, baby,â geto frowns, turning his head to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he rolls his eyes when he hears itâs because youâre here. âdo you want me to put cool towels on your head?â
you giggle again and cough, sniffling the mucus back up your nose, âno, itâs okay â youâd have to go to the pantry again to get water and i just want . . you here.â
suguru only hums, something akin to a melody that you donât quite know but youâre happy to listen to his gruff voice anyway. the way he vibrates as he hums sends a calming feeling right to your body, and how he looks and feels so different from the very first time you were alone together.
he seemed so cool, passing the blunt to you and blowing his smoke into your mouth, kissing you like youâre just another girl in his roster; but right now, you were far from it.
now, not only is he still cool, but heâs also the most caring person you know and is something so far from his appearance and band: this is just one in many instances of how much he takes care of you. from the same fingers that strum upon the stainless steel, they travel miles over your body, your face like the first songs he learned on the guitar, weaving a melody and language so intricate only the two of you speak it.
silently, you feel him push you forward while he slots his legs on the other side of your body, letting you naturally rest with your back to his chest. âwanna learn?â
âi am in the most terrible state, suguru,â you whisper, reaching over to take a tissue. there, you blow your nose and clear out your nostrils until the next round, groaning softly at the grossness of the tissue.
âohh . . but wasnât someone saying that she isnât dying?â
your jaw drops, âi canât believe you would use that against me.â
the corners of your boyfriendâs lips turn up in a sly smile, âjust quoting my girl. butââ
this time, heâs the one reaching over much further than you, hand clutching the neck of the guitar through the bag. gently, he settles it on both your laps, laughing when a small oof leaves your lips at just how heavy his bass was.
âiâll do all the playing, you just mirror my movements.â with one more kiss to your temple, geto reaches around easily to play the starting notes of psycho killer. while thereâs a clear layering of the lead, vocals and drums in his head, youâre just left confused by the repetitive bass.
but soon, youâre able to catch the notes that repeat over eight counts, hypnotised by the otherâs longer fingers as they transition into the chorus line. itâs a little more complicated, now, descending into chords that you frankly donât have any grasp on. one look at your face is enough to send him into soft laughter.
âokay, okay, letâs just focus on the verse.â if you werenât feeling lightheaded from the fever before, you are now when geto curls his hands around yours, placing your finger easily on the fifth fret of the first string.
âso here . . we have the first bar of A notes, easy? then . .â he demonstrates the first four notes, plucking the strings for you before moving it down to the third fret to play the G note. a small smile spreads across his face when you slowly get the hang of it: six notes of A, two eighth notes, and then a G on the same string. geto slowly releases his left, letting you play on the melody while he helps you to pluck.
âthatâs it,â still natural, it doesnât faze geto at all to nuzzle his head into your neck from behind and to start kissing up your shoulder to your jaw, fingers still expertly plucking the string. the both of you repeat the bass line until heâs grabbing your awkward right hand and quietly, he angles your fingers so youâre following him, âyouâre a fast learner.â
âi have a great teacher,â you mumble, and suguru doesnât tell you that you just willingly kissed his jaw out of habit â because he knows youâd freak out at the possibility of getting him sick. itâs sweet, that in your delirious state youâre still acting out of admiration at the back of your mind. like the bass, loving geto feels as natural as the repetitiveness of psycho killer.
the bass notes reverberates through your bodies, just almost acting like a trance that makes your fingers falter upon the steel strings. he goes on to slowly play the chorus, stretching his fingers into weird shapes. he plays various chords, voice cracking just a bit when he tries to sing the vocals and you laugh softly.
âi just donât have satoruâs higher register.â geto jokes, knowing youâre close to falling asleep from the way you hum and give one worded answers, so he easily takes over from you, changing it to an easy song. you let the low notes of the bass serenade you to sleep as you curl more into your boyfriend, but not before you hear a glimpse of getoâs harmonised singing to yellow.
itâs not often you hear him sing, being a bassist and all, but there is a nice edge to his voice â not quite made for vocals but you know he can do it if he tries. and even if you donât voice it out, geto thinks the same thing. itâs similar to this stupid love thing thatâs got him all tangled up and distracted, too, and he realises so many new things about himself through you.
you give love a fresh breath of life, nothing like the things suguru sings about in his unfinished demos and notebooks â multitude of things that involved you and his fucked-up perceptions and the foolishness of his parents telling him heâd find the same. you are all he thinks about when he sees the black cough syrup and he canât stop craving the feel of your body against his.
the moment your breathing turns even and you sag against his embrace is when the strings stops and his breathing escalates. in geto suguruâs arms is the personification of something he never thought he would let into his life, yet you carry the choirs of love and acceptance so effortlessly like heathâs bass guitar solos and atsushi sakuraiâs spotless vocals.
suguruâs head simply falls onto your unknowing shoulder, a small fuck that leaves his lips and a smile that he canât contain is all he needs to know.
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Deserving
Pairing: Gojo x gn!reader (ofc pleas lmk if I messed it up)
Warnings: Fluffy But Angsty, not proof-red so pls bare w me
Word Count: 680
A/N: Bro, this just popped into my head and I just HAD to. This is the result of Gege's interview abt boo. not EXACTLY but if u squint you'll see it.
Relaxing music radiated through the kitchen. You hummed along while cleaning up the set up you had spent hours on. Today is yours and Satoruâs sixth year anniversary and you had prepared a dinner for you two to share.
Likely the first meal you two would be sharing for months.
However, it had already been three hours since you expected him to and yet you were still alone.Â
You were placing the leftovers you had saved for him in the fridge when you heard the door frantically slam open. You knew it was your boyfriend so you shut the fridge to go greet him at the door when suddenly you felt his hands wrap around you. He held you as close to his being as physically possible.
âIâm so, so, sorry my love, I p-promise I didnât mean to come late. I was just randomly sent on a mission and I tried to refuse but they wouldnât listen because it was a special grade and they couldnât-â he was rambling frantically, clearly panicked and out of breath from rushing to you.
âHey, hey, hey, sweetie, calm down, itâs okay, It really is,â you interrupted him, turning around to hold his face.
You reached up and pulled his blindfold down so that you could see his beautiful blue eyes. Your chest felt tight once you saw how red they were, without a doubt due to his lack of sleep. Your poor baby.
âBut itâs not- I promised that I would c-come home early and Iâve-Iâve ruined our anniversary and Iâm so sorry sugar cube.â His voice was starting to shake and you saw eyes begin to cloud up.
He felt so unbearably guilty. You had gone through the process of preparing this dinner for him, decorating the dinner table and kitchen with rose petals, candles and everything. All he had to do was show up and he let you down. Again. He wanted you to shout and scream and get angry like you deserved and yet here you were, looking up at him with a soft smile, eyes filled with nothing but love.
âToru, really, itâs okay, I understand that you were busy, honestly, I kind of expected it. But nevertheless, Iâm not angry,â you said with a soft voice.
âWhy?â he questioned.
âWell when you are dating the strongest, buffest, most handsome man on earth, you learn to live with it.â
That upset him.
You didnât deserve this. You didn't deserve to get accustomed to the disappointment. You deserve better.
âWe can still do something. We c-c-can heat the food and still enjoy the night.Itâs only ten-â
âBaby, you're exhausted. Youâre barely standing and your eyes look like you soaked them in blood. Letâs just go to sleep sweetie- itâs okay, really.â
He couldnât even meet your eyes as he let his wander to the dinner table. His eyes landed on a small gift box layed on the table.Â
He let go of you and moved to reach for it. He carefully took the lid off of the velvet box. His balancing tears finally began to trickle down your face as he looked down at the golden locket in his hands. Inside of it was a picture of the two of you from your first anniversary. Smiles brighter than any star in the sky.
He turned to face you once again, much more distraught than before.
âI didnât even g-get you flowersâ his voice cracked, barely above a whisper.Â
He laid the gift back on the table and ran to engulf you tight in his hands. He doesnât deserve you. But he would be so lost without you. You felt his shoulders shake slightly as you stood there in his arms. Once he was finally calmed down, you kissed his forehead and led him to your room.
You two got ready to sleep in silence. You got tucked in and he laid behind you holding onto you for dear life.Â
He doesnât know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he would never let you go.Â
A tad bit short, mb
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Kings of the World: Europe's Protector
Dominic, for the most part, was what the gay community would consider average. He had some mass to him, though not much, and his junk was fairly average. He had light body hair and a short beard, though not enough to be considered an otter. Almost no one swiped him on any dating app, which did leave him feeling dejected. He was a top, though all of his few matches pegged him as a submissive bottom. Though, someday, he hoped that he would gain the strength he desired.
Alone in his apartment, Dominic was doomscrolling through Instagram, crying over pictures of happy men in love. It had been so long since his last hookup, let alone his last boyfriend, that he had become incredibly touch-starved. London's pool of gay men had been incredibly unkind to him.
KLUNK.
A single notification rang from Dominic's phone. A match! Dominic dove to his phone, and couldn't believe his eyes. An absolute stud of a man had decided to give Dominic his approval. His pecs and ass were perky and voluptuous, his dark skin accented his enormous muscles perfectly, and judging by his bulge, he was more hung than every other man Dominic had seen, combined. The crystal crown on his head, while a little tacky, only added to his allure. According to his profile, he was "King Leon."
That sure is a King of a man, all right. Dominic thought.
Soon, they began to chat.
King_Leon: Hey. I think you might have exactly what I'm looking for. Meet me at my place?
DomDom74: Absolutely! I'm on my way!
Dominic dashed to his car, and drove as fast as he could over to where King Leon said his address was. It was a tall apartment building, with an impressive view over Buckingham Palace.
King_Leon: Head to the Penthouse. I'll be waiting ;)
Not only is he immeasureably hot, but he's also rich? Dominic thought. This could not be going better.
Dominic sauntered up to the elevator, and hit the button for the Penthouse suite.
"Dom?" King Leon's Nigerian accent entered Dominic's ears like butter from the intercom. It was smoky and rhythmic, with a deep, rich melody that caused Dominic's cock to instantly harden.
"Y-yes?" Dominic stammered. He was already flustered, and he hadn't even met the man yet.
"I'm glad to see you could make it. I'll let you on up now." King Leon said.
Soon, the elevator opened into a lavish Penthouse suite, each room the size of Dominic's entire apartment. Relics and statues from every corner of the globe accented the space, though most were from Africa, where King Leon's throne resided.
King Leon himself was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a small towel. He was even hotter in person. His muscles, divine, his skin, glistening, his ass, superb, his incredible height and his enormous cock visible even through the towel.
"Dominic, it is so good to have you here." King Leon rumbled, his voice flowing over Dominic like a river, wearing down his inhibitions.
"S-same." Dominic stuttered. "You have to be the most beautiful man I have ever seen."
King Leon laughed. "Soon, you will be just as beautiful as I."
"What do you mean?" Dominic said.
King Leon smiled, and let the towel drop as he turned around, revealing his luscious, bouncy muscle ass.
"Why don't you come find out?" King Leon teased.
Salivating, Dominic ripped off his pants, and stuck his throbbing member into King Leon's hole. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt: King Leon's perfect ass seemed to be vibrating and massaging every square millimeter of his dick, creating pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt. Dominic's eyes rolled back into his skull as he lost himself in the pleasure, firing orgasm after orgasm into King Leon's ass, each one longer than the last. A gold fluid began to leak from King Leon's hole as the most orgasmic experience of Dominic's life finally came to a close.
As he removed his pulsing member from the King's hole, Dominic almost screamed. His cock was... different.
It had swollen up like a balloon, until it matched King Leon's size, inch for inch, a full foot in length and as thick as a beer bottle. His balls had turned into massive grapefruits swinging between his legs, churning with his own kingly fluids. Most surprising of all, his cock was pale, with a red tip, surrounded by a fiery orange bush. No longer was it a brown twig, but a mighty birchwood weapon, capable of slaying any ass.
"Wha... what?" Dominic asked.
"A king needs a weapon, does he not?" King Leon said.
"How? Why? Why did you change me?"
"I saw greatness in you, Dominic. You could be the protector of this whole continent, if you wished. A king, a warrior, a protector... the most powerful Dom in this land."
Dominic considered this. Power, prestige, strength... The choice was obvious.
"I'll do it. Where do I start?" Dominic answered.
"Only a moment of submission, for a lifetime of lordship. Impale yourself upon my sword, and drink of my fluids." King Leon said, his voice having a playful air to it.
King Leon sat down upon a wide loveseat, his enormous Black horsecock reaching far past his abs. His pecs throbbed, and his nipples called to Dominic, just begging to be sucked.
Trancelike, Dominic walked over to King Leon, and lowered himself onto his cock.
It was like paradise: There was no blockage, no pain, just pure pleasure His cock filled up Dominic perfectly, despite its egregious size. Dominic's mouth latched onto King Leon's perfect dark nipple as the King began to slowly thrust.
Soon, the King's fluids took effect. As King Leon pumped load after load of kingly fluid into Dominic, his muscles expanded. His biceps, wrapped around one of King Leon's enormous arms, suddenly blew up to match the guns they worshipped. His hands, once small and insignificant, became enormous mitts, digging and massaging King Leon's equally huge arms. His back and lats wrenched themselves apart, creating a sea of perfect ridges. His abs repeatedly clenched and unclenched, growing stronger each time, until the eight blocks that made up his core were as solid as stone. His legs, once skinny, became almighty pillars of strength as they expanded to well over the size of tree trunks. His feet did the same, becoming bigger and wider, to support the royal mass they carried.
The more fluid Leon pumped, the lighter Dominic's skin became, until it settled on a lightly-tanned cream color. His hair became a fiery red, his beard changing to match. His brow narrowed, and his jaw became square. His voice deepened, and took on an Irish accent as he started gyrating his ass to properly milk King Leon's dick.
"Yeh, you like that, don't you?" Dom said, in between chugs from King Leon's chest.
"Oh, I do... Daddy." King Leon said with a smirk. While he normally preferred to be the dominant one, for his fellow King, he would make a rare exception.
"My arse is going to milk your cock like you wouldn't believe." Dom said. With each slam of his ass on King Leon's mammoth dick, it bounced and expanded just a little more, until it became an enormous Irish booty, leaking an emerald fluid, which mixed with King Leon's golden fluid perfectly.
"Now, I want you to suck my pecs like your life depends on it." Dom ordered.
"Anything for you, Daddy." King Leon placed his soft, supple lips on Dom's left nipple, as Dom moaned with pleasure. His chest began to puff up, going from muscular, to voluptouous, to absolutely obscene. His massive muscle tits were just as large as King Leon's!
Soon, Dom wrapped his arms around King Leon, and tried to wrestle him to the floor. King Leon obliged, and pulled Dom close, pressing their sensitive muscle tits together, releasing a moan from both behemoths. Dom continued to grow in height until he matched King Leon while they rolled on top of each other, each man fighting for dominance. Dom pressed his face firmly against King Leon's, locking him in a passionate kiss. They wrestled and fought and loved for hours, until the pleasure finally became too much for the both of them, and they came from all orifices at once. King Dom's transformation had completed.
Both Kings laid there, exhausted. Soon, there would be more of them, and they could lead the world into a brighter age
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Promises under the stars - Jude ending
Part 1
Part 1 - Jude pov
Part 2
Long awaited happy ending I TOLD U I WOULD DO IT SEE. pretty plz read part 2 before this iâm begging plz plzlplzpzlzpzlzpzl
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Watch it - MORE DIVORCE WOWOW. Carlos is so mean in this one sorreh.
Guys this feels like the end of an era like Iâm so sad to see it end this was a JOURNEY
ââ-
Things change. As most things do, life moves on.
Jude remains in the back of your mind. After years of working away from the laughs that taunt you in the wind.
It comes back to him.
Your husband takes a back seat and Jude once again becomes the man whoâs at the forefront of your mind.
While youâre pregnant with Carlosâs baby you thumb through pictures of Jude. Funny isnât it. So funny you want to rip your own hair out.
You donât know if itâs your own behavior that sparks a change but thereâs a shift.
After the second altercation with Jude, things change. Carlos does less talking and more observing. He asks you to share your location at all times and you have no qualms. Not at first.
But it begins to get to much.
Where are you going, who are you with. What are you doing. Come home. Do you have to go out. No donât go. Donât do this. Donât do that.
You half think itâs because of the baby and heâs simply worried for the both of you. Itâs his fatherly nature kicking in.
But thereâs a breaking point and it comes when you come home on a Sunday night.
ââ
âHey baby.â You smile, setting down your little shopping spree for the baby. Just a few essentials. Blankets and bottles.
He doesnât return your greeting. Head down in silence while he stares at the wall.
âWhere were you?â
You frown, ânot this again-â
âNo. You keep going off to places without letting me know first I thought we talked about this.â he hisses.
You lean against the counter. âI stopped to get a little snack?â
He shrugs. âYou could have waited till you got home.â
You scoff. âi'm pregnant Carlos, most things can't wait. You know how it is.â
âI donât even know who you are anymore.â He mumbles.
âWhat did you say?â
He stands, facing you with brows furrowed. âEver since Jude you keep running off. Are you seeing him?â
âAre you crazy?â
âi dont know look at how youâre acting. Iâve given you everything, and you keep sneaking off.â
âIm pregnant with your child for fucks sake and you think im with another man?â
âIâm not sure if its even my child anymore. Funny how he turned up again when you started to show.â
Your skin bristles. âIâm going to give you a chance to take it back Carlos or else.â
âor what? Youâll go back to him? Maybe I should go and knock someone else up so you can know what it feels like.â his voice raises to a yell.
Thatâs just the thing isnât it. Yo already know what it feels like. You watched it happen with Jude and now he accuses you of the very thing that almost drove you mad.
Tears burn in your eyes. You don't stick around for any more, taking your keys and walking to the door.
âDonât you dare leave. You leave and you wonât see me ever again do you hear me. â he screams, finger pointed at you.
You look back for a moment. Gone is the Carlos you love and replaced with this beast that hurls insults and accusations. You walk out, driving away to anywhere, anywhere at all as long as its away from him.
Your second heart break comes from Jude just like the first. Only this time indirectly and crumbles a marriage you once treasured more than anything.
You can't face his family. Certainly not his mother. Not after this.
ââ-
You go back to your families home. Back in your home town.
It shocks them, how you turn up at their door. You drove the whole way back, just like you did leaving.
Your mother cries for you and you don't have the heart to explain your end in full.
Youâre due in about 3 months. And your days and filled with sorrow. You try you best. You know itâs not good for the baby. Itâs a girl you find out. Carlos always wanted a girl. You try you really do but things are near impossible on your own.
You get a call from his mother, appolgizes tumbling from her tongue. Pleading with you for forgiveness. She tells you thereâs always a spot for you in her home. If youâd like you can move in. Theyâll take care of you here.
You thank her between sniffles but you say you donât know. You just need time.
Youâre nearing a breaking point yourself.
ââ-
Time is running out for you to make sense of things.
You miss Carlos, or well you miss the Carlos you once loved. The man who bought you a home just because he could and he listened to you.
The man who was so sure of loving you.
The only thing he seems sure of is pretending you donât exist.
Maybe if you would have just taken Jude back when he first came to you
ââ-
Jude hears. Or course he does.
He promised himself to stop meddling in your life. To stop keeping up with you and just leave you alone. But when news reaches him. A piece of him breaks.
Itâs his fault isnât it. You had a home. A life. A marriage, a husband and very soon a little family.
There he goes again, ruining it.
He finds your contact info and it lays in his phone, u able to bring himself to press call. What buisness does he have in your life anymore truly.
What more can he do, say, feel?
The fields have long burned, only ash and ember in their wake. And still he recognizes them in a heartbeat. He knows you will too. For he knows you.
How can he apologize in a language youâll understand?
ââ
You get a call from an unknown number while you leave another appointment. Same old same old, try to relax stress isnât good for the baby blah blah blah. If you could relax you would but it isnât that easy isnât it.
You pick up before looking properly and a familiar voice comes to life. Jude.
He canât stay away it seems. He canât leave you on your own.
âI heard what happened. Iâm so sorry. If I knew i would have never-â
âits okay Jude.â You sigh. âits not your fault. He just- changed and it scared me so bad.â
His voice hasnât changed all that much, just a tad deeper.
You donât blame him. Youâve forgiven him for everything. Thereâs a million ways Carlos could have handled things and he chose to blame you for it all. Choose the path of accusation. That is no oneâs fault but his own.
âDo you need help?â Timid. Hesitant.
You pause. What else do you have to loose. The very least you need to figure something out for your baby.
You donât have friends close enough to call up. Not even friends when you think about it. Acquaintances at best.
You consider taking up Carlosâs mother on the offer. Your baby would be well taken care of. Brought up in luxury and comfort. Nothing would ever be more than a stone's throw away.
But you run the risk of seeing him again. And you know if he were to find out it would create a whole other problem.
Your savings will cover 2 years max if you really stretch them out. And you know your parents cant keep you under their roof forever. You do need help. But you donât know how to ask. How to accept.
He picks up on your silence. âNo string attached I promise I just-â he takes a deep breath, â- I can't do nothing. Not when youâre going through everything that you are. â
âThank you Jude.â You sniffle. Tears forming in your eyes while you look into the sky.
ââ-
Jude sends movers to help you move your things into an apartment by the end of the week. All you have to do is get into your car and follow. You need to do something about the car. Its technically under your name. The one he got you as a gift.
You feel so out of lace in it. Maybe youâll sell it. If not for the money to erase any traces of him for good.
Jude visits you the following week.
Heâs grown. Oh how hes grown. A man now. He gives you the spare keys with a small smile. No red ribbon.
âIts set for a years rent and all. No need to worry. I figured youâd want to stay near your family so.â
You give him a hug, unable to stop yourself. Even if your belly makes it awkward he wraps his arms around you. Heâs smiling.
âI cant thank you enough.â Youâre crying again. Tears pooling in your eyes.
He helps you sit down on the couch, giving you his arm to steady yourself on. âHey hey. Itâs alright. I got you. No need to thank me.â
âwhy did you come?â you mumble. Hand still on his.
âI think you know the answer to that.â He picks at his pants.
âAfter all this time you still do?â You still love me?
âI never stoped. I told you as much.â
You nod. âThank you again anyway.â
âCall me if you need anything. There's a chauffeur I use when Iâm in the area. I'll give you his info too. Whatever you go give him a call. Or if you need any shopping done heâll take care of it.â
âAre you sure?â
He smiles, âmore than sure. Go rest now youâve had a long week.â
âââ
You only hear from Carlos when he sends the divorce papers. You dont think twice. Signing them and sending them off to his lawyers.
His only request is to see his baby. You refuse at first but his lawyers are firm. So you come to an agreement one weekend at the end of every month. Starting when you recover.
You end up keeping the car.
You want nothing else from him. Just to never see him again. You canât accept any apology after the way he disrespected you.
You mean it. More than you meant it with Jude.
ââ
Jude ends up coming to appointments when hes in town. You donât know how it happens. But he goes. Holding your hand and letting you lean on him every step of the way. You never say no. In a way you need him. In many ways you do.
Itâs familiar. Being with Jude. You slip back into old habits and he never corrects you. Just gives you a tight smile.
Every break he spends with you and within an instant the baby comes. Carlos is not allowed anywhere near you. You name her after your favorite flower and give her your last name.
Sheâs your whole world. You can barely hold back your sobs when they hand her over to you.
Jude drives you home from the hospital and skips pre season training to be with you.
He helps you with her and for a moment it's like this is the ending you always dreamed of. A glimpse of what could have been. If you only ignore that itâs Carlosâs child, you are not with Jude and youâre closer to his pity case than his lover. But you can dream.
ââ
âSheâs crying again.â Jude mumbles, woken up from her cries.
Heâs been sleeping on the couch. To make it easier for the both of you.
You groan, picking her up gently and trying to get her back to sleep. Nothing works her cries only get louder and you are on your last straw.
âJude can you come here.â
He pads to your room, opening the door meekly as you stand with her in your arms. âCan you hold her while I make her bottle please.â
He nods, opening his arms while you gently set her in his arms. She fits in his embrace like she was made for it.
You come back with a bottle to your baby softly sleeping agaisnt his chest. Little cheeks snug agaisnt him while she breaths softly.
You mouth a silent thank you and let him out her back inside her crib. Tucking her under her blanket and giving her a little pat to the head.
You could get used to this.
ââ
You fall for Jude once more. As your little girl turns one you find a rhythm with him. She even calls him dad. You never correct her. Thereâs no need. He does all a father would and more.
Carlos drops from her life before she can even walk. You donât care.
You make the trip to Spain yearly so she can meet her grandparents at the very least. This isnât their fault. You hold nothing against them. His mother blames herself for her sons actions and you know nothing you say will change it.
Jude retires before he can turn 35. And you marry. Nothing outlandish. Just you and him and your baby at the court house.
You get ice cream on the way home and watch her favorite movies till she falls asleep.
âWe made it back to each other in the end. â He kisses your lips. Soft. Gentle.
You hum, pressing yourself closer against him. âAlways you and me.â
The promises you made under the stars have found you after all. In your own home with your baby you love more than anything. Raising her and walking through life hand in hand. Even after everything, you donât think anyone else would come back for you. Fight for you the way Jude has.
Your peace has come.
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ello love! (for ur val celebration) can u write rafe Cameron for #4!! maybe make it grumpy r x sunshine rafe?
The Perfect Day
Valentines Celebration Prompt
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader
Warnings: grumpy reader x sunshine Rafe, fluff, confrontation, slight betrayal, language
4. Youâve always pretended you hate love to avoid getting hurt but then he stumbles upon a journal where he discovers you romanticize everything, including him.
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Rafe was not used to being the upbeat friend with absolutely anyone. That was except for you. You were just as annoyed with the world as him if not more. So somehow he took on the job of making sure you keep an open mind on everything around you. When someone talked to loud on their phone he was the one to keep you from saying anything and when an old couple kissed on the beach he was the one to remove to scowl on your face. He wasnât sure whatever made you see the worst in everything and everyone but he knew you deserved more. You deserved hope. So even though he had been tainted by the world himself he still wanted to make sure it was a good place for you.
Which is why most of his weekends are spent taking you on small adventures, trying his best to get you to see the beauty in the world. So just like every Friday night he sits on your bed and waits for you to finish your shower so you could start off the weekend together. Other than today he was extremely bored. His phone had died and your bedside charger hadnât quite brought it to life yet and he didnât know what to do with himself. Which probably explains why his hand reached to pull your bedside drawer open.
Of all the things he expected to find in there the last was a diary. You hated everyone and everything. There was almost no practical reason for you to ever have an item intended to romanticize the life around you. And yet, leather bound and all is a dainty pink journal that has clearly been touched everyday. He doesnât want to open it, but the more he stares the more he realizes he canât even picture you lying here in bed at night and spilling every thought you had in the journal. So he opens it to prove himself wrong.
Today was a perfect day. Not only did Rafe make the most perfect fluffy pancakes for breakfast but he used strawberries to add a smiley face to them. Heâs so good like that. Taking such small gestures and making them resonate within your entire being. I told him I wasnât a child the whole time but secretly I loved it. It was adorable to think of him standing in my kitchen, smiling to himself as he crafted a perfect smiley face just to put a smile on mine. I could barely eat my pancake. I just watched and appreciated him. He hums while he eats, no particular tune but I never want to forget it. Itâs my favorite song. I also love the way his nose scrunches when I make him laugh. Itâs the cutest wrinkle that makes me wish I could smooth it out with my thumb every time. People are always so worried about getting laugh lines when theyâre older but theyâd look so handsome on Rafe. A constant reminder of all the times he saw me for me and accepted who I was. I hope I get to see those laugh lines for the rest of my life and be reminded I was the one who put them there. No one else deserving of the radiance that is Rafe Cameron. He makes every day a perfect day.
âWhat are you doing?â your voice startles him, the journal flipping from his hands and landing to the ground on the side of your bed with a thud.
âI- uh. My phone died, and I was just-. I thought youâd have a book or somethingâ the excuse is weak and his stutter confirms his lie even more. Your hair is damp over your shoulders, more than likely soaking the black fabric of the small shirt you have on.
âI have a whole shelf over there, this is privateâ your words are sharp as you move to grab the journal from where he had lost it. He watches as you lift it up only to discover the pages he was on. Your eyes move fast across the page and then dart up at him quickly. âDid you read this?â
âUm, I uh-â but your standing and hugging the notebook that just revealed you are so much more than a girl thatâs hates the world but a girl thatâs in love with it for all the things that make it beautiful. Including your relationship with him.
âOh my God you read itâ and now youâre pacing, unsure if you should fight off tears or the panic thatâs lodged its way into your throat and is making you sick.
âHey, itâs okay. Itâs no big dealâ Rafe is scrambling off the bed, grabbing your shoulders to ensure you stop pacing.
âIt is a big deal Rafe, this is humiliating. These are my private thoughtsâ you tell him, a bit exasperated to even be in this predicament right now.
âI know but I thought your private thoughts would be more along the lines of ânot only did Rafe wake me up early for a surprise breakfast but he put a smiley face on my pancake like a kid. Mornings suck and smiles are for ignorant childrenââ and you hate that he knows you so well, or at least the person you hid behind. A girl can only wear her heart on her sleeve so much before it finally gets torn apart.
âUgh, you really did read itâ you groan out, moving to sit on the end of your bed and Rafe lightly chuckles, still filled with shock over his discovery and attraction towards you. It must be that adorable pout.
âYes, but itâs not a big deal. I thought it was sweetâ he says sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
âEw, do not call me sweetâ you groan and a laugh bellows out of him.
âOh please, you love it. And me too apparentlyâ and now your face is as red as a firetruck because Rafe knows everything. That you really donât hate the world around you.
âI canât even deny it anymoreâ and now that you werenât entirely embarrassed and owning up to the situation, Rafe feels the seriousness hit him like a wave. Suddenly his arm is wrapped around a girl heâs liked for a long time and never thought would like him back. Yet now he knew that she did.
âIf it helps, I like you too. If I didnât I wouldnât be making you pancakes early in the morningâ he tells you, body nudging into your own, and you lightly laugh. You always assumed that your love for Rafe would be hidden by your hate for everything but now that the truth was out it made sense that it didnât. Secrets never stay secrets for long.
âYou still shouldnât have found out that wayâ you say lifting the journal in your arms and he smiles softly at you.
âCan I ask why you pretend so much?â Rafe asks after a beat and you sigh, turning to face him which makes his arm fall off your shoulder. He watches as you finally release the journal on your bed and he knows you��re ready to open up.
âA girl can only wear her heart on her sleeve for so long until it becomes ruined. When you expose things to people, put them out there in the real world, theyâll always come back a little less perfect than before. I was tired of getting hurt and if you already assume the worst there is no chance of ever breaking downâ you tell him, knowing how silly it sounds. To pretend to be so mean and vile towards everyone and everything when in reality all you ever wanted to do was love.
âI can understand thatâ Rafe says, thinking of all the times his own father had tainted his heart when growing up. Why Rafe was willing to do anything to get his Dad to love him. See him as something good, just like Sarah.
âI didnât mean to lie, I just thought if you knew how I felt you would hurt me tooâ you say and Rafe sighs before scooting closer, hating that you had put distance between you both.
âHoney, I hate everyone and everything except for you. You shouldâve known everytime I cheered you up and made pancakes at the ass crack of dawn was because I liked youâ he says and the laugh that bubbles past your lips makes Rafeâs heart soar.
âI suppose youâre right, I guess I just couldnât take my chancesâ you say and Rafe is grinning, hands wrapping around your hips, and pulling you flush against him.
âIâm going to kiss you nowâ he tells you and your heart doubles in speed as your eyes glance into his own. Rafe smiles briefly before ducking close and nudging his nose against your own. When your lips part for him he quickly seals against you. A soft hum of delight somehow finds its way from your throat and it has Rafe squeezing you closer as his tongue dips into your mouth. Once youâve been kissed dizzy he pulls away, eyes glossed over as he looks back at his perfect girl.
âI was rightâ you say as he glances at your face, lips swollen from your own.
âYeah, about what?â he asks with a teasing tone to his voice and you wrap your hands around his neck, grinning widely at him.
âYou make every day a perfect dayâ
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So I just wanna ask u just does this look like a real happy healthy relationship and in love with each or just put on for show for the fans and why do I feel like she making it all about her again and reminded everyone who she with it feels micheal was forced in the pictures taking with her the red carpet photo she looked bored and annoyed cos michael not paying any attention he just look miserable but I bet if it was David standing there instead of anna his face would be beaming like the one Georgia posted of them 4 together micheal face is electric and see how he lean toward David that best friend goals and I just love seeing them together cos that when he at his most happiness place
Also I find it strange that Anna was left out in staged scene but David wife gerogia made appearance doesn't that strike u as odd and gerogia brought the plus one date a girl could have and it wasnt anna yet they call each other wife clearly not as close etc then David and Michael are it seems.
And did u notice in the scene with David and Tom hiddleson about the dog sitter initially could present as benign and then he and the dog get up to all kinds of hijinks and ultimately disrupt stuffy old Michael sheen boring life but for the better like why put that in the script maybe his life with anna is boring and only staying cos he feels he needs too for the young children what do u think of all this
From @amata-haan along with a screenshot of the group photo:
(Grouping all of these together since it seems we've got a bit to talk about here.)
So, the biggest point of discussion seems to be the group pic that Georgia posted, and I will put up a larger size of that for us to discuss:
When I saw that Georgia had posted this in an Insta story, of course my first thought was "Finally a picture of Michael and David together!" I think that was what we were all hoping for all night, to where it was almost glaring that we hadn't gotten one when the event ended (until Georgia's post, that is).
The second thing that came to mind is what you alluded to @moriarty-sisters, about this being a near repeat of what we've seen a few times before (first at the NTAs in 2021, and then the group photo Georgia posted on Michael's birthday, that appears to have been taken after Michael went to see Macbeth):
Every time, Georgia is on the right. Every time, she and Anna have the same tight smiles while Michael and David have huge grins on their faces. At this point, it feels intentional, because twice might be a coincidence, but three times is a plan. There are slight differences to the vibes in each picture--although Georgia looks like she knows a secret and Michael and David look like a very happy couple in every one of them--but last night's group pic was...something.
Which takes me to your comment @phantomstars24 about how Michael is holding AL. I was under the impression that he had his hand on her waist, but if he is touching her breast, I'm perplexed at that being her reaction. She looks stiff and like a deer caught in the headlights, and regardless of where Michael's hand is, it doesn't seem like that's a great way to look when your own boyfriend is touching you. Adding to the strange optics is the fact that Michael is actually leaning toward David in the picture and away from her. It looks like his arm/shoulder is pressing into David and there isn't a millimeter of space between them, yet he seems to be a mile away from Anna despite having an arm around her.
(And none of this is even touching on Georgia using the theme song from Friends in the Insta story for the group pic, which she had to know we would all notice...)
So yes, a lot of thoughts on the group pic, but overall delighted to see Michael and David looking so happy next to each other. Especially Michael, in stark contrast to how he looked in some of the other pictures.
Speaking of which...I briefly talked about Michael and AL at the BAFTAs yesterday here and here, so I will try not to repeat myself too much in this part of my answer. But what I think we are seeing is two things: Anna's fantasy of what she thinks her and Michael's relationship is, and the reality of what we saw at the BAFTAs.
I think in AL's mind, she and Michael were like Georgia and David. But if we are going to say that Georgia and David were very loving and sweet together on the red carpet yesterday--which they absolutely were, with the kiss they shared and David comforting Georgia when she was experiencing anxiety--then there is no way you can look at the pictures of Michael and Anna and see the same thing. Even without bringing GT/DT into it, there is a massive, marked difference between pictures of Michael with AL vs. pictures of him with literally anyone else (such as this pic with Hannah Waddingham).
Looking at Anna's pictures that she posted, every one of them seems to be about ownership, right down to the Insta story with the #mine hashtag (which again seems to be her copying Georgia, also on the night of an award ceremony). The vibe that I got was of a teenager who'd won a date with her favorite celebrity and took him to the prom. Ultimately, though, she looked out of place, and he looked uncomfortable with her, both of which are a remarkable feat after five years of a relationship.
The pictures also repeated themes we've seen before (AL has previously posted a picture of her kissing Michael's cheek where he looks equally withdrawn; the photo in the car on the way to the event is a copy of pictures Georgia has posted of her and David in the car on the way to events) and speak to that idea of pushing a certain narrative, despite neither one of them appearing to sell it very well.
To that end, and to your comments @lepqueen and @turquoisedata, I would agree with you that it looks like AL is trying to mark her territory. The problem is that Michael had more chemistry just talking with David in that opening BAFTAs sketch than he did with Anna the entire night, and she was frequently left looking like she had no idea what she was doing or why she was there. Another example of this is an Insta story she posted earlier today that again demonstrated her main interest in the relationship:
What's particularly noteworthy is the follow up Insta story on the right, which I couldn't believe she actually posted. I think that if you are fine and happy with the narrative you've put out, you are not going to be bothered by or salty about a comment like that, and AL clearly was. And all of this then casts at least some doubt that the pictures she posted are really telling the whole story. Just a recap of what we do know about last night (and if I am forgetting anything, someone please let me know):
- Anna was the only principal member of the cast who was not in the Staged-themed opening sketch, despite being in all three seasons of the show. - Anna was not seated next to Michael during the in person part of the opening sketch, despite there being no reason the producers couldn't have put her next to him even as a seat filler. - Georgia brought her friend Daisy Aitkens as a +1 and sat with her instead of Anna, leaving us with the above picture of AL sitting alone and staring straight ahead while in the background of a Michael J. Fox picture (that she is acting like is a picture of her with him, instead of her photobombing a picture of MJF with his wife). - During the show, the camera repeatedly cut to Michael in the audience when there was no reason to do so, but did not show Anna on camera once.
So yes, I think that if last night at the BAFTAs was somehow AL's attempt to mark her territory/assert her place in the UK acting industry, it did not seem to go over well. I think David and Georgia's relationship and Michael and David's relationship emerged even stronger than before, and unfortunately AL and Michael's relationship did not and does not compare.
My apologies for rambling on, as I never intended for this to get so long. As I've said before, this is all just my opinion, and I know I could be completely wrong, so I'm glad as always to hear from my followers with your thoughts. Thanks for writing in! x
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hear me out, speaking of the ghovie⌠what abt raindrop movie theater employees au? love u btw đĽşđŤś
HIllll CRIM ILU TOOOO <3
Pls this is such a fun idea ugh. Kinda suggestive at the end, but mostly just raindrop being raindrop. :))))
"Whaddaya think makes 'em Swedish?"
Rain looks up from where he's hunched over his phone, finds Dew sitting on the counter with a baggie of Swedish Fish. He swings his feet and holds a gummy fish between two fingers, making it swim through the air. Rain can see how red his eyes are from here, and even though the air hangs heavy with with the scent of popcorn he can still smell the remnants of weed wafting from him.
"Dunno," Rain shrugs. He supposes he could look it up, but that would interrupt his valuable mindless scrolling time. There's only so much time between screenings in their dinky little theater, he has to take what he can get. "You should ask someone Swedish."
Dew hops off the counter, stretching both arms over his head. His uniform polo slides up, reveals a pale strip of skin above low-slung jeans, and Rain snaps a quick picture for future reference.
(He has a Thing for Dew's bony hips, so sue him.)
"You're no fun," Dew pouts, slouching over to Rain's side of the concession stand. He drapes himself over Rain's back, sighing heavily. The little baby hairs thay have escaped his bun tickle Rain's cheek, make his nose scrunch up.
"I'm tons of fun," he deadpans, holding up his phone and displaying an article about the mating habits of Atlantic salmon as though that proves something. Dew doesn't even glance at it, too busy snaking his arms around Rain's shoulders and nosing at his hair.
"You smell like coconuts," he giggles, woefully stoned. He sniffs at those dark curls until Rain starts to squirm, reaching back to poke him in the ribs.
"How high are you?" Rain chuckles, still tipping his head when Dew starts drifting towards his neck.
"This's what happens when you don't share with me," the blonde mumbles, chapped lips grazing Rain's throat. "I roll for two and have no self control."
Well, he's not wrong about that last part. Rain thinks back last week, when Dew had spent the night at his place. A quiet evening spent smoking and playing video games, until they were both too stoned to do anything but snuggle and watch TV. Rain had ordered them a pizza, grabbed it from the driver in a haze of smoke and set it on the couch with a quick announcement about needing to piss. He'd been gone for maybe ten minutes - most of which had been spent forgetting where he was while he washed his hands - and by the time he'd gotten back Dew had managed to scarf down six massive slices covered in pepperoni and pineapple all on his own.
"Don't I know it," Rain grumbles, reaching up to give the little guy an affectionate noogie. Dew nips at his jaw in retaliation, slinking around to Rain's front. Dew weasels his way into his lap, slinging his arms around Rain's neck with a smile. He leans in to lick at the spot he bit, and the way the ball of his tongue piercing glides over his skin makes Rain's eyelids flutter. He tosses his phone onto the counter in favor of holding the bony hips he loves so much.
"Y'know," Dew lilts, swaying in his lap, "we got some time before the next show." He scoots impossibly closer, until their chests meet and Dew can rub their noses together. Rain can feel his piercings through his shirt, and a little tingle runs through him. He slips one hand from Dew's hip to give his barely-there ass a quick squeeze, long fingers sneaking up the back of his shirt.
"We do," Rain nods, fingertips grazing the ultra soft peach fuzz at the base of Dew's spine. His eyes drift to Dew's mouth, wide and pink and curled at the corners in a mischievous little grin. "Wonder what we could do until then..."
Dew's smile gains a sensual edge, his eyelids drooping and the tip of his tongue poking out between crowded teeth. He slips his fingers into Rain's curls, blunt nails scratching at his scalp, and Rain shivers when Dew leans in close. He waits for a kiss that will undoubtedly taste of weed and raspberry flavoured candy.
Instead, Dew kisses his cheek and moves to whisper in his ear. His breath ghosts over Rain's skin, warm but shiver-inducing, and he makes his request.
Rain snorts.
"I am not fucking you with the popcorn butter, Dewdrop."
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a hotch baby blurb along the lines of spontaneous phenomena where she works at the fbi or bau but not as a profiler and is a bit shy and quiet but he always notices her and thanks her for all her hard work ?? maybe he comes back from a case w a black eye or injury and she frets and they kiss ?? i love u mwah
I love you, thank you for your request! fem!reader
When people ask how someone as quiet as you ended up working in the Behavioural Analysis Unit, you love to say, "I just slipped in. They haven't found me yet to fire me."Â
For the most part, you aren't lying. You'd worked your way up by accident, and with no intentions on moving any higher you're happy in your cushy little desk job filing paperwork and typing up reports.Â
It also gives you a strange sort of happiness to help people out. Not for praise, though praise is nice, but just to see a usually sombre breed of people uplifted. It's why you're in Hotch's office so often. He has an abundance of paperwork. You have time to file it, or if not filing, sorting. If not sorting, tying up loose ends. You figure, why not?Â
You wouldn't enter his office if he hadn't given permission. He knows it's you because you always leave the door open, and you know it's him because he sighs tiredly in the doorway.Â
"You're here late. Go home."Â
"It's onlyâŚ" You check your watch. "Five twelve."
More tired sighing. You quickly finish up what you'd been doing at the chair in front of his desk (which, a few times, he's told you to sit behind rather than in front, because apparently his chair has better lumbar support) and click a lid back onto your pen.Â
"How wasâ oh no, what happened?"Â
Your lilting tone makes him smile.Â
"Nothing happened."Â
Standing from your seat, you tilt your head to get a better look at him. A shiner stains the skin around his left eye wine dark, and the sclera is bloodshot. It looks painfully sore.Â
"Hotch," you say softly.Â
"It's alright. I've had worse."Â
You know he's had worse. You know he's been stabbed like a pincushion and stitched closed again, know all about his perforated eardrum, his bad shoulder. That doesn't make it any easier to swallow this injury.Â
Somebody as kind as he is, how's it fair he hurts this often?Â
You move forward in an act of brazen self-indulgence that is completely unlike you and stop just shy of his shoes, looking up into his face.Â
He obliges you, looks down.Â
You picture the violence without meaning to, the hand that had hit him.Â
"Are you alright?" you ask.Â
"I'm fine." His brows lower and he winces, but they're lowering in fondness. The corners of his dark eyes crease with it, and his tone is sweet. He sounds younger than he is when he speaks to you like this, and he's been doing it more and more. "You worry more than you need to."Â
"I just think that⌠if somebody hit me like that, I'd be upset, soâŚ" You meet his eyes and feel intimidated, not by him, though he's imposing and tall and handsome in the worst of ways, the way that's making professionalism impossible to maintain, but because you're staring your feelings I'm the face at the same time. You really care about him.
"I like my job," you say, filling a small silence he hadn't bothered to fill, his expression suddenly unreadable, "but sometimes I wish I'd been a profiler."Â
"Well, it's never too late."Â
"No, it is. And it's not because I want to do what you do, I don't even think I could, but it'sâ"Â
You cut yourself off with a nervous huff of laughter. He takes the smallest step closer, his face dipping down incrementally. "What?"Â
"I wish I was so I could be there."Â
"Yeah? What would you do?"Â
"I'd take care of you," you say honestly. Your face burns with heat, and you realise how corny and out of place you'd sounded instantaneously. You turn your face to the side, grimacing so hard it hurts. "I'd defend you." You attempt to save face. "I mean, I'd try to. I'm not saying the other profilers don't do that."Â
"I knew what you meant," he says, and lifts a hand to your cheek.Â
You hold your breath as he steers your face to his.Â
"You do take care of me," he says. "In your way, honey. You do." His thumb skips over your cheek. He seems, for once, out of order. Unsure. "Could I kiss you?"Â
Your fingers find their way to his shoulder. You don't know how to say yes to that, your tongue a leaden weight in your mouth, your brain a useless mess of neurons that refuse to fire.Â
You close your eyes and hope he gets the memo. You lift your chin. You stay very still.
Hotch kisses like a gentleman. Chaste, completely, a firm and sweet press of the lips. Then, like he's losing a handle on it, his nose pushes into yours and his lips part just slightly, and you remember to kiss back only a second before he pulls away.Â
You raise a hand to his face, a mirror. "You're sure it doesn't hurt?" you murmur.Â
"It stings, but," âhe closes his eyes again, resting his forehead on yoursâ "I'll be okay."Â
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how do you write and characterize characters so well? do u have any advice for a newer writer on the platform :)
i like to picture fictional characters i write for as real people, and real people do things that fictional characters do not.
for example: people get distracted, people stammer and stutter, people have tells for certain things, people have habits, ways of speech, etc etc.
i think what helped me figure this out is that iâm an avid people watcher because iâm insanely introverted, so to curate that, i put it in what i do.
take an unrealistically perfect green flag of a character by example: kaedehara kazuha.
traits in game: can wax poetry for three hours straight with no breaks, great hair, very kind and compassionate, patient, etc.
now, if you stand back and slap a fat REALISM sticker on his forehead, you get: can wax poetry for three hours for sure but will mess up the further along he gets as even his improv skills arenât perfect, kind and compassionate to those that return the favour and is actually rather sceptical of everyone he meets (being a wanted criminal), cannot sit in one place for so long unless heâs completely distracted with another task (music, poetry, meditation)⌠list goes on.
if you take what he already has and spin it to something more accurate to what it would be like if he was real, it becomes a bit easier. that way, the characterisation sounds better because heâs a much more believable character, even if in reality the characterisation is complete dog water.
itâs how to make yourself sound smart when youâre really not, and itâs how i get around writing smart characters, though i do tend to avoid them. you wonât see as much dr ratio on my dash because i have no idea how to sound smart in my works without smashing a bit of his character down to get my point across.
bottom line is: if you canât tell itâs blatant mischaracterisation, then most likely it isnât. you can have spouts of it, sure, because nobody is perfect, but if the overall character still shines, then youâre fine.
the example that comes from this is: i donât think sunday is a huge controlling manipulative dom in bed but some people do, and thatâs totally fine. i write him the opposite way. same character, two completely different characteristics, and they both work.
that being said, donât be afraid to rip a character from THEIR comfort zone. donât be afraid to change them â i like to read crazy scenarios where, canonically, the character in question wouldnât ever find themselves in.
but again, that comes down to making them realistic (adding TO traits that they already have) and then spinning them just enough not to break, but to push the limits of what they can do.
itâs just playing with barbie dolls. you can twist her limbs off, cut her hair, take her face off, completely destroy it, but itâs still a barbie doll. do whatever you want as long as you have fun.
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chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke, mikey sano, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)
request: hey nana!! may i request how chifuyu, baji, mikey, and mitsuya would react to you getting a nose piercing? a ring or stud, doesn't matter :) thank u sm!!
warnings: mild descriptions of needles, pain (??) and poorly researched piercing healing processes (donât listen to me guys i googled it all)
CHIFUYU; nostril stud
âhow dâya like my piercing baby?â you chime out, grinning happily at your phone where chifuyuâs face is absolutely BAFFLED at the stud in your skin
you face timed him out of the blue, but of course he picked up (chifuyu would pick up a call from you even if he was in the middle of getting his ass kicked LMAO)
âBABYâ! STOP, IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD.â
chifuyu bites down on his knuckles to stop the grin from exploding on his face â he canât help it, you look too good !!!
heâs totally enamoured by the jewel, and by how something so small and simple could enhance your looks tenfold
âyou think? itâs still a bit swollenââ
âânuh uh, couldnât even tell.â
is scared to touch it when you two meet in person; âis it still swollen?â
âno.â
âbut what if i hurt you?â
âyou wonât, itâs completely healed.â
his finger hovers over the stud, before booping it slightlyââGAH, oh. itâs healed.â
itâs his new way of greeting you now; wave, kiss, boop on the stud
flaunts you to his friends because he thinks youâre fucking cool for withstanding the pain of the procedure and recovery process
âmy baby is stronger than all of you, combined.â
âchifuyu, please. thatâs a stretch.â
lowkey thinks heâll cry if he ever got a piercing LMAOOOO
BAJI; bridge
eyes wide, jaw dropped, palms sweaty, his long ass hair ALL FELL OUT
âBABE WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK SO HOT???!!!!â
pounces on you when he sees the unfamiliar pieces of metal on the bridge of your nose
âOH MY GOD LET ME TAKE PICTURES, WAIT.â
god he is so excited, youâre just sitting there grinning your ass off as he scurries to find his phone and literally crawls back onto his bed to snap photos of you from all angles possible
itâs quite endearing really, heâs just acting extremely ballistic but whatever itâs keisuke LMAO
âiâm never gonna get over this, my baby has a fucking nose piercing before me.â
he definitely has a pinterest folder named âtats and piercings 4 meâ and itâs filled with photos of possible tattoos and piercing placements he wants
(his mom wonât let him)
when he calms down though, baji feels like heâs falling in love all over again with you
places a gentle kiss on each bead, and smiles oh so widely when he remembers youâre really his
he totally wants to accompany you on when you get your next piercing
is so fascinated with the whole process but when it comes to the needle going through your skin he actually looks away
âgod, youâd think iâd be better at that.â LMAOOO oh baji <3
MIKEY; septum
despite being the leader of one of tokyoâs most strongest gangsâour mikey over here came not fathom the pain of a piercing
tears up at the thought of it actually
âYOUR NOSE!!!! OH MY GOD, Y/N.â
donât get him wrong, he is so in love with you for this
he thinks the ring completely elevates your natural looks
the sparkle in his eyes was so cuteâhe looked at you like you were the brightest star in the universe
immediately took a photo of you and him and set it as his lock screen too
takes it in his liberty to tell the others before you do, or before they get to notice it themselves
âKEN-CHINNNNNNNNNN!!!! Y/N GOT A SEPTUM!!!!â
âSHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY. hey y/nâoh shit, you look fucking badass!â
LMAOOO u and draken canât stand mikey
mikey does this thing where he likes to flick the septum back and forth
itâs goddamn annoying but heâs so cute all
âheheh look itâs like a swing!â he says, as he plays around with the ring between your nostrils
âMIKEY THAT TICKLES PLEASE.â
i donât think heâd be the person to want a piercing, maybe something really small like on his ears but other than that, piercings are a bit out of his leagueÂ
doesnât stop him from following you like a puppy on your next piercing appointment
he wipes your tear ducts for you <3
MITSUYA; side ring
AHHHHH mitsuya thinks you look SOOOO good
is quite obsessed with your side ring, and is instantly struck with the idea to get a matching one with you
eh? eh? heâs got matching tats with draken, so the prospect of matching piercings with the love of his life?
YES PLEASE
you head over to the studio with him, and he so giddy itâs so cute seeing mitsuya like this
goes through the process like a fucking CHAMP - barely even noticed the needle going in and out of his nose until the piercer said heâs good to go
(i love writing mitsuya as a goat HAHAHAHA)
âtakashi! itâs all done!â you cheer, âwe have matching piercings now!â
he grins that cute ass grin of his, happy that he went through with the idea (not that it took a lot of convincing himself)
you guys make sure that you both watch over the healing processes of your rings
he texts to remind you to clean it with saline solution, and you make sure that he doesnât fiddle around with the ring as to not irritate the skin
y'all just looking out for one another itâs really cute
his sisters are so curious on how thereâs a piece of metal stuck in your guysâ nose LMAO so so cute
âmana! brother taka has a ring in his nose!â
âwhat?! ah! y/n has one, too!â
theyâre also really careful to not touch it as it continues to healâtoo scared to hurt you and their big brother <3
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/ / silence? anger.
fandoms: genshin impact AU: SAGAU player au?
imagine that... You were just minding your own business and playing genshin as you always do when u have free time. you always do farming, collecting, taking pictures of your characters, doing quest as the usual. You hummed being satisfied of your works, you ran up in hills and killing some hiluchurls with your characters of choice. you were a silent player playing this game, like most games u play always being silent and if needed to talk you would. you never really need a reason to talk, what would the character do? reply? that's laughable. Though, the thought of the characters replying is nice, as you can have a conversation with someone your familiar with and don't need to be uncomfortable with each other... you smiled and chuckled at your own delusion, a character wouldn't be programmed do so here, but u don't mind to think of that way.
The character u control is enjoying your presence and your elegant face in the skies. they don't mind being used for your own gain or just to have fun in general. though they wish to hear your voice rather than a sigh and a hum. they have seen a lot of your emotions that are visible on your face but not once voiced it out... until now ofc. đââŚâŕźťŕźşââŚâââ You were currently doing a quest that involves... ill abort or albert. you HATED that guy with pure sin and anger, u couldn't stand to be around him, you would glare and just avoid him at all cause, especially when u use barbara (or main her), but i guess this was your unlucky day, you had to interact with him. You saw him behind the cathedral... again. agh you knew why he is there but u cant program him to just leave and jump off a bridge to the water,' now what does he want..' you approach him hesitantly just moving your character slowly, like micro slow. agh... When u got close to him u couldn't stand him. like omg he ugly asf, you wish u could actually kill him with your character right now... you grumble and had a frown adored about your face, teyvats skies grew gray and winds grew harsh... the citizens wonder why u are angry and upset.. they couldn't have that right? if you were angry at someone, they should be disposed off quickly... the character u are using glared daggers at abort or albert for making you upset, this man just had to anger their grace with his presence.. before abort finishes his first sentence, you beat boxed that bitch hard. "stfu u looking like that one father that cheated their wife with a fuckin maid and still say your sorry even when u got her pregnant, what's up with you goofy ah outfit? bro looks like a a fuckin cabbage that your hair complements lookin like mayonnaise and what is with your posture? man even madame ping and the other granny grandpas has better back sides, you look like a whole ah gorilla, what's with the hair? did u dye it yourself bc u want to fit in the blonde air way? you look like bakugo madapaking katsuki Walmart version, bro i see others lookin like u in this game but you be the WORST one, bro looks like dottores failed experiment that lived a day to tell the tale. are u fucking jobless to stay here and fucking stalk our sweet deaconess barbara? i aint even surprised by you being jobless, bro i'd be surprise if your not homeless. bro thought he was albert Einstein but bro is just a weirdo stalking mf don't even stare at me with those fucking eyes i wish to PLUCK OUTTTT... "
You panted from that long speech and walked away from him, not looking back to see his shocked face and a group of acolytes behind him including Jean looking angered and disgusted. You were to upset to do your routine with your character for now as u are tired from yelling at abort... maybe u will ignore his quest and do another later.. you sat them down on one of the cathedral seats outside and planted a kiss on your finger and placed the kissed finger to your characters lips and exited.
After you left, teyvats skies thundered infront of abort, the characters you used has their weapons out ready to murder the fuck out of abort.. i mean.. you wont notice if he is gone right your grace? đââŚâŕźťŕźşââŚâââ the next time you logged in the game, you dont see abort anymore, like he just.. didnt exist in the first place... but who are u to question? good radiance he is gone, this made your mood happy and hum. this isnt a dream right? this feels 100% real, hah. what a nice reality.
#âĽđdreamer.ideas#sagau#genshin#sagau x male reader#sagau x female reader#sagau x gn reader#sagau x reader#genshin impact#i really like this one hehe
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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, drug use (weed), mentions of alcohol word count: 2.9k a/n: another matt pov bc i felt like it was fitting. lmk what pov you like more and thank u for all the support <3
pov: matt
As we drove to Downs, I kept stealing glances at Layla as she chewed on her tacos. She only asked for tacos but I of course got it for her in a meal with fries as well. Allie was singing along to the songs in the backseat and I glanced in the rearview mirror to see her dancing happily as she ate her fries. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the road instead of the girl beside me.
My mind drifted to when she placed a kiss on my cheek not only during the intermission of the game but also when I was standing outside with her. I didn't expect her to actually do anything, I just wanted to tease her but I wasn't mad that she did. I was cheesing like a 13-year-old boy inside and it drove me insane.
I'd know her for all of a week and I felt like she was consuming all of my thoughts. Every day she didn't come to school, the more I thought about skipping and driving to her house. I didn't want to seem obsessed, that's not something you do when you talk to someone for the first time only a few days prior and I knew that.
I tapped my hand on the wheel along to the beat of the song, looking over at Layla again but this time she made eye contact with me, a mouth full of fries as she sarcastically said, "Take a picture it'll last longer."
"Okay," I responded casually as we happened to pull up to the last set of lights that were red. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a photo of her and she frowned, swallowing the fries.
"Delete that," she deadpanned and I shook my head, locking my phone as the light turned green. We drove down the street and pulled into the parking lot, seeing Nate and Chris were already here eating McDonald's in the car.
"I'm gonna go steal Nate's fries. Be right back!" Allie jumped out of the back seat before I had even put the car in park making me laugh at her as she scurried around the car and jumped into the back of Nate's. I turned the car off, taking my seat belt off and winding down my window so the cold air hit my face
"Matthew," I heard Layla's serious tone and I turned my head to look at her again, "I'm holding your food hostage until you delete that photo."
She picked the bag up off of the floor between her feet, holding it tightly in her arms so I couldn't get my food. I heard Allie and Nate bickering from the car beside us but I didn't bother looking over.
"Why? You said to take a picture," I leaned over, trying to grab the bag but she pulled it closer to her body, leaning away from me slightly.
"I look disgusting," she frowned and I tilted my head at her.
"You didn't even see the photo," I state the obvious as I went to reach for the bag again.
"I don't need to see it. I had a mouth full of fries so of course I look bad," she seemed dead serious but I smiled at her nonetheless.
"You don't look bad," I told her, shaking my head and she huffed, "You look good all the time."
"Well, clearly you haven't seen me when I have just woken up," she rolled her eyes dramatically before throwing the bag in my lap. I let out a grunt when the heavy bag hit my crotch and she pursed her lips, "Oops."
"'Oops' my ass," I joked and she shrugged with a smile, taking another fry into her mouth. I let my eyes linger on her lips for a moment more before I grabbed my food out of the bag. I heard a phone vibrate and I knew it wasn't mine since it was underneath my thigh. As I dug into my phone, I noticed Layla pull her phone out of her pocket and her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the small screen, "Everything okay?"
"Uh..." she trailed off, nodding hesitantly before she locked her phone, "Yeah everything's fine."
"You sure?" I double-checked, now mouth half full of food like she had done moments ago. Instead of responding, she quickly swiped on her phone and I heard the camera click on her phone. I furrowed my eyebrows as she smiled at me, making it hard to stay annoyed at her.
"Now we're even," she shrugged, the smile not leaving her lips as I shook my head. The rest of my teammate's cars pulled into the parking lot, all having their own variants of food and drinks. I was sure Dan was going to bring beer or weed and not to any surprise, he appeared out of the car with both.
"You think it's laced?" Layla spoke up and I looked over to see her staring at the bag of joints Dan was throwing around with not a care in the world.
"Nah Dan's super picky about what he smokes. Went on a whole tangent to me about strains and what they all do. Didn't listen to a word of it though," I told her honestly as she nodded, pursing her lips before she looked over at me.
"You mind if I have some?" she asked and I shrugged, scoffing down the last of my food before taking a sip of my drink, "Slow down there pretty boy. You're gonna choke on that if you're not careful."
"I always eat fast after a game," I admitted and she smiled, shaking her head like she was scolding a child, "You can smoke. Just don't get so high that you can't function."
She sent me a smile before nodding and jumping out of the car. My eyes followed her every move as she walked over to Dan and I saw both of their mouths moving. Moments later, Dan handed her a joint and she used her own lighter to light the end of it.
"You look like a goddamn dog drooling at her like that," I jumped in my seat and turned my head to see Nate standing outside the window of my door.
"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my drink as I slid further down into my seat, my eyes always finding their way back to her, "I'm just making sure Dan won't try anything.
"Why do you care if he does?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face as he leaned his elbows onto the windowsill.
"He's a dick," I mumbled and Nate hummed in response before he chuckled.
"Okay, enough. You look like Joe Goldberg just staring at her from the car," Nate pulled the door open and I turned my head to see him standing there, waiting for me to get out. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone, keys and drink from the car before hopping out and closing the door behind me.
"I'm not a stalker, dude," I grumbled and he chuckled as we began walking towards where everyone was now huddled around Ethan's car.
"You fucking look like one," he jokingly said quietly before we were a part of the group. As soon as we walked over, Layla moved her position between Dan and Ryder to stand between Chris and I. I resisted the urge to look down at her but as everyone talked amongst themselves, I felt her weight shift on her feet so she was leaning towards me.
I swung my arm around her shoulders causing her to lean into me fully. I could tell she was still tense as she continued smoking the joint, making sure to blow the smoke to the ground so as to not let anyone else breathe it in. I wish I could say the same for Dan who was basically directly blowing the smoke in my face.
"Dan," I said sharply catching the attention of his slowly redening eyes, "Quit it."
"What?" he asked, still blowing the smoke in my direction.
"You're blowing it right in my face and I'm like 5 feet away from you," I frowned at him as I felt Layla relax into me further, her tense nature depleting the more she smoked. Dan rolled his eyes before blowing the smoke behind him and I thanked him in my head, not bothering to verbalise it.
I felt her head shift against my shoulder and I looked down at her to see she was already looking up at me, her eyes slightly red and pupils every so faintly dilated.
"You okay?" she asked almost inaudibly and I nodded, smiling down at her before she returned the nod, resuming her head to a straight position to look at every one. She turned her attention to Dan before asking, "Dude, where did you get this from?"
"Some guy named Ray. He's down at South End," Dan explained and I felt Layla tense against me again, "Poor excuse of a house but the shit is good so I go anyway."
Layla just nodded, finishing the rest of the joint before she threw it onto the ground.
"Damn, didn't even think about sharing?" Ethan asked, a playful smile on his lips as he looked at Layla. Dan handed his joint to Ethan before Layla spoke.
"Wouldn't do its job if I let someone else smoke it," Layla shrugged, now placing her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. Ethan raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed as he took a hit of the joint before he looked at me.
"You gonna let loose yet, boss?" he asked, holding the joint out for me and I shook my head, my thumb mindlessly tracing circles over Layla's arm as she relaxed again.
"I'm driving and you know I don't do that shit," I told him and he shrugged.
He took another hit before saying, "More for me."
Ryder grabbed a beer from Dan's car, chugging it in an instant making me cringe at the frat-boy nature of my teammates. I liked them for the most part, they were good at the game and overall decent people but they had the tendencies of total fuckwits and I hated being grouped with their idiotic behaviour.
"I'm tired," Layla mumbled so quietly I almost didn't hear her as I looked down to see her eyes hooded and her body slumped against mine.
"We can sit on the hood?" I asked her quietly and she nodded slowly. I kept my arm around her as we walked through our small ground before I sat myself down on the hood of Ethan's BMW. She sat herself next to me, once again her body leaning towards me as I swung my arm around her.
"Dude, not my new car," Ethan whined and Layla went to stand up but I pulled her against me as I looked at him with a straight face.
"You were just sitting on it," I stated and he rolled his eyes before returning his gaze back to the ground. I had completely checked out of the conversation still, not listening to a word any of them were saying as I felt Layla's warmth radiating off of her body.
I noticed Allie and Chris running around the parking lot, Chris seemingly chasing Allie with something that I couldn't see from the dim lights of the parking lot. I shook my head, smiling at their idiotic actions.
"This is nice," Layla spoke quietly so only I could hear and I looked down at her to see she was still looking ahead.
"What's nice?" I asked her in the same hushed tone, returning my thumb to tracing circles on her arm.
"All of it," she mumbled before she looked up at me, her eyes now very red and pupils dilated even more so, "You're nice."
"You're not too bad yourself, Layls," I smiled down at her and a lazy smile spread across her lips.
"I've never had a nickname. I like it," she nodded like she was a little kid making me chuckle. I never liked being around people when they were high or drunk but she just seemed to be more relaxed, her cold demeanour disappearing by the minute.
"I'll have to keep using it then," I told her and she nodded once again, returning to look ahead of us at my friends, "Is Rockstar still on the table though?"
She laughed and it felt like music to my ears, my smile widening as she shook against me before saying, "You're a fucking idiot."
"At least I'm pretty," I shrugged, an amused look covering my face as she looked up at me with a roll of her eyes, "You said it, not me."
I stared down at her, a small smile still on my lips as her eyes scanned my face before she said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you're the pretty one here," I blurted out without a second thought and I saw a small tint of red cover her face. She moved her to look ahead again as I leaned down, placing my chin on top of her hair.
"Bony ass chin," she mumbled, making me chuckle as I pinched her arm, "Hey!"
"Don't call my chin bony," I said back as my eyes drifted to where Chris was now sitting with Allie in the middle of the parking lot.
"Then don't have a bony chin while putting it on my head," Layla said back and I moved my arm off of her shoulders, sliding it down so it was on her back before I pinched her waist lightly. She sat upright, hitting me in the chest with her right hand, "Stop pinching me!"
"Or what?" I challenged and she stood up, moving to stand in front of me. She moved my right knee so it was slightly further apart from my other as she placed herself between my legs. I felt my breath hitch as she leaned forward.
"Or this," she simply said before she stepped back, holding my phone in her hand that I hadn't even noticed she slid out of the pocket of my hoodie.
"Layls, give me my phone back," I reached to grab it but she moved it further away, "Really?"
"You want it?" she smirked at me as she started walking backwards, "Come get it then, pretty boy."
I stood up from the hood of the car and I placed my drink on the ground before I slid my keys out of my pocket, turning to Nate and placing them on his chest before saying, "Hold these."
He didn't get a chance to respond before Layla bolted down the length of the car park and I quickly ran after her. Her laughter echoed through the parking lot but she made the mistake of slowing down to look behind her at me because her reaction time to seeing how close to her I was, was not fast enough. I grabbed her arm just in time before she could slip away, pulling her chest against mine but she moved her other arm to hide my phone behind her back.
"Can I have my phone back now?" I looked down at her, eyebrows raised as she smiled up at me dopily. She shook her head and I reached around her back to grab it but she was able to contort her arm so it was further away from my hand. I rolled my eyes as I let my hand drop to my side.
She chewed on her lip for a moment, looking in thought as she scanned my face before she moved her arm, sliding it up the bottom of her hoodie. She pulled her hand out again, the phone no longer in it.
"If you want your phone, grab it yourself," she smirked up at me and I groaned, still keeping a grip on her arm but not tight enough to be aggressive.
"I'm not taking my phone out of your bra, Layls," I stated and she shrugged with a smile still on her lips.
"Guess you're not getting your phone back then," she giggled and I shook my head, pursing my lips so a smile didn't slip through at the sound of her joy.
"You're the most stubborn girl I've ever met," I mumbled, trying to keep a straight face as she beamed up at me.
"And you're a pussy. Just grab the phone, Matthew. Not that hard," she challenged and I let my eyes fall closed, debating on whether or not it was a good idea to follow her wishes. The devil on my shoulder got the better of me as I gave in, pulling the hem of her hoodie towards me only to realise she wasn't wearing a shirt.
"You're really making me do this?" I asked and she nodded, looking dead into my eyes as I sighed. My fingers brushed against the warm skin of her stomach, the coldness making goosebumps rise on her skin. I slowly trailed my hand up as she raised her eyebrows, a smirk still on her lips.
I felt my hand touch a fabric that wasn't her hoodie and I hesitated, not being able to see under the sweatshirt to figure out where my phone was. I let out a huff, deciding to just get it over with so it didn't look like I was just feeling her up in the middle of the parking lot. My hand rose to the top of her bra, my fingers running along the top of her boobs before I felt something solid. I felt the rectangular shape and quickly slid the phone out before my hand left her hoodie entirely.
"Good boy," she patted the side of my face before she slid past me, walking back to the group as I stared at the ground in front of me. I tried to regain my consciousness and pull myself together but the feeling of her skin on mine made my hand tingle and my pants tighten. My mind was swirling with thoughts of nothing but her. Her skin, her eyes, her smile, her mind, her voice. God, her voice rang through my ears, "You comin' or what?"
This girl will be the death of me.
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@ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl
#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matthew bernard sturniolo#matt sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#the sturniolo triplets#sturniolo imagine#sturniolo edit#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo smut#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#nick sturniolo#christopher owen sturniolo
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omg can u write about angst w/ the song drivers license w matt or chris when they broke up w the reader but they end up going back to her place to be like i miss u and either she rejects him on the spot or is like iâll think about it
âPlease?â
An - Ahh!! Thank you for the request! I hope I can do as close to what you wished for!
Paring - Matt sturniolo X Fem!Reader
Summary - Matt breaks up w/ reader
Warnings - angst, Cursing, Mentions of ed, Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD, Hope I didnât miss anything!
Word count - 1.2k ishhh
âFuck!â Matt shouted.
âMatt itâs okay, we can work on it.â I spoke up a little scared to hear what comes next.
âI just donât think we can. I think we need to break up.â
Those were the word you most did not want to hear.
âI just canât keep having to deal with you.â
I felt a tear drip down my cheek.
âOkay..â I say looking down making my way out his door.
âJust fucking leave!â He shouted throwing up his hands.
âWhat the fuck do you think Iâm doing Matt!?â I say rushing out of there going down to my car. I start my car with a river streaming down my puffy cheeks. I sob as I slowly leave the driveway, checking both ways of the road.
Iâm almost home and still crying, my hands are shaky and my vision is blurry, that I pull over on the side of the road to finish crying so I can see clearly. I pull into my driveway, getting out of my car, tiredness filled my eyes as I walked through my house. I donât even care about changing or taking off my makeup, I just lie down in my bed, falling asleep as soon as I close my eyes.
I couldnât stop think about Matt the next morning. I didnt eat that entire day, laying in my bed crying all day is all did and wanted to do, and I did that for a couple days, not wanting to leave my bed or do anything.
2 weeks later
I wake up with mascara stains on my pillow case, my hair a mess, and my house dirty. I havenât eaten in a while, and still no texts or calls from Matt. Chris and Nick text me once in a while to make sure Iâm doing okay. I stand up and walk to my kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal, sitting down turning on my tv. I see that The sturniolos posted a new video, I click on it to see Matt with a big smile the whole video. Itâs not fair that he gets to be all happy while Iâm out here, not happy. I finish eating, putting my bowl in the sink and running back to my room to get my headphones and phone. Clicking on my cleaning playlist, I started to clean my house. Washing my clothes and bedding, sweeping my dirty floors, picking up trash just laying around vacuuming my carpets. It was night when I was done, even though my house was clean, I was still upset, think that cleaning would make it better but it didnât. I lay down in my bed closing my eyes, before getting up to take a shower, which I havenât done from the past weeks.
I get in the shower letting the water hit my dirty skin. I turn off the lights in my bathroom so Iâm showering in the dark. I couldnât tell if it was the water or that I started crying. I cry as I wash my hair and body. I get out the shower, clean. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes all red and puffy.
âGet your fucking life togetherâ I tell myself in the mirror. I do my skin care and get into a clean pair of pjs. I cute up some watermelon and get a glass of water, and take a picture and posting it on my instagram story. Healing đ¤ I title it, letting people know Iâm okay.
2 more weeks later
I decide to be a little crazy and put myself on tinder. I set up my account and go to bed right after thinking nothing of it.
I wake up to a couple guys that liked me, they were cute too! I messaged back one of the guys. We get a conversation going and he wants to take me out to dinner tonight. I smile bright at my phone and a get up and start to get ready for our date. I play my favorite songs as i get ready. I start to think to myself how Iâm happy now then I was before.
I put on my favorite red dress that highlights all my curves and black heels. I looks at my phone to see that he texted me saying he was here. I walk out my door and get in his car.
Matts POV :
âItâs been a little over a month since I broke up ďżźwith her..â I spoke up to Chris.
âDo you think sheâs doing okay?â I ask Chris. He nods.
âShe is. I still text her. She has a date tonight, so I think sheâs moved on.â Chris states.
I was in a state of shock. Thereâs no way she could have gotten over me that quickly. I get up off the couch and head to my room. Iâve been pretty miserable without her these past couple of days, I thought I was fine. I want her back. She still has to have some feelings, right?
Reader POV :
âItâs now been two months from the first date I went on with him. Heâs such a nice guy and we have so much in common. Weâve been on more dates and I have another one with him tonight.â I write in my diary before I get up to get ready.
After the date
âThank you for tonight.â I say as pulls up to my house.
âNo problem pretty.â He says as he pulls me in for a kiss.
Making out for at least two minutes, I pull back.
âDid I do something wrong?â He spoke up
âNo, just think we can save this for another timeâ I wink as I step out of the car.
We wave at each other as he drives off. I walk up my driveway, smiling as I look down at my feet. I bump into a body as I look up.
âMatt? What are you doing here? Are you okay? It looks like youâve been cryingâ I say concerned look up at him.
âI miss you. Iâve been so miserable without you. I need you back in my life, I want you as mine again.â He said through sniffles.
âMatt..â I hesitated
âPlease?â He said looking down at me begging.
âfuckâ I whisper
âIm so sorry to do you like this when your in this state, but no. Im sorry but Ive moved on okay? I think itâs time for you to aswell. We need to meet different people. I know we had a past together but I donât want to continue it. We can still be friends?â I said making eye contact with him, cupping his cheeks.
I could tell he wanted to cry so I pulled him in for a hug.
âIâm sorry.â I whisper as he wraps his arms around my waist and cryâs.
âDid you walk here?â
He nods as he wipes his nose.
âOkay Iâll drive you home, just let me go get my keysâ I say as I rush inside for my keys and walk back out to him.
The ride was silent the whole way.
âOkay weâre here, do you want me to walk you in?â He shakes his head no. âOkay then. Matt?â
âHm?â He says turning towards me.
âJust know you can talk to me about anything, you can text or call me, we can hangout, whatever you want, okay?â
âOkay. Thank you, Iâll see you later.â He says as he walks away.
I smile at him as I drove off. I take a deep breath as I pull into my driveway. I go inside and get unready from my day and go to bed.
Iâm being woke up by my phone ringing. Itâs Matt. I pick up.
âMatt?â
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An - Hi guys! Thank you guys for the support on my last story! I hope this one is just as good as my other one! Sorry if itâs not sad enough, for yâall : ( I love reading it, but Iâm not the best at writing it so bare with me đ¤
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[begins coughing like a cat about to throw up a furball] [spits up several nendo headcanons and then looks at u proudly]
-nendo collects hot wheels. I have no justification beyond this except that I also collect hot wheels and I think we'd have that in common. if he was real I would take nendo to a toy shop to look at all the hot wheels. just stand there and observe them for an uncomfortably long time. my friends aren't deeply autistic enough to do this with me so I can never observe the little cars for long enough before making a purchase :(
-nendo trans ally #1
-nendo has no idea what his sexuality is but not in a confused/questioning way, in a "I have never thought about it longer than 1 second" way. he likes who he likes and has no thoughts beyond that. he is label-less in a [shrugs shoulders] way. (saiki is also label-less but in a "fuck you" kind of way)
-nendo loves rollercoasters and watches weird essay length youtube videos about theme parks and animatronics. its a hobby that deeply disturbs everyone around him bc this guy cannot do basic math but he can and will channel the spirit of akechi rambling about defunct animatronics. sometimes he shows saiki pictures of animatronics in late stages of decay in horrible pitch black nightmare settings and saiki reacts as if nendo has placed a live cockroach in his lap.
-he has a condiment problem. steals sauce packets from restaurants with diagnosable compulsion.
-he doesn't Get memes. everyone has tried and failed to show nendo a meme. it's like trying to show your mother a funny picture and she holds the phone as far away from her face as she can and then stares at it for way too long before silently handing it back. he just doesn't Get It.
-hes like, really good at making memes though. he will just absently turn a phrase or take an image so absurd that everyone is still saying and reposting and reacting with it years down the line. he has no idea that he has this power
-he feeds stray cats and makes little shelters for them outdoors <3
-nendo and kaido roleplay together sometimes. I'm talking like, warrior cats roleplay. sometimes dark reunion but kaido gets pissy if nendo messes up The Lore. nendo calls it "playing pretend" bc he has no concept of cringe culture and kaido dies inside every time
-he manages to forget his own birthday. every year. saiki remembers though, and it's the one and only day he will ask if nendo wants to get ramen with him, instead of the other way around. it gets to the point that saiki asks if nendo wants ramen, and he says "what, is it my birthday ahaha" and saiki is just like. you goddamn idiot. good grief.
-last time I did one of these I said that nendo loves cute things like sanrio plushies and holds them so gently. well I see that and I am correct, but I raise you nendo thinking that SAIKI is the cutest thing he's ever seen. something about the pink hair and glasses and the little limiter bubbles on his head and his purple eyes and little frowny eyebrows- nendo wants to. hold gently. sometimes he just grabs saiki by the shoulders and stares at him blank in the face and saiki is like [nervously] "what the fuck? what the fuck????"
-he and aiura actually get along weirdly well. they're unhinged in similar flavours and it gets saiki's blood pressure up. he tries at all costs to keep them away from each other. their singular brain cells cancel each other out on sight.
-akechi makes nendo's brain hurt a little. he just can't process all of akechi's akechi-ness and it makes him feel dumb. he's fine with being dumb most of the time but akechi just makes him feel a little self conscious for some reason. (definitely not because he's jealous that akechi was friends with saiki first)
-he still likes the funny lil guy though. akechi's the only one who will enthuse with him about rollercoasters and he values those talks. so much.
-toritsuka is afraid of nendo for some reason. no one is sure why but nendo LOVES it. he's always trying to jump out and scare him. saiki supports nendo in this endeavour ardently. toritsuka suffers.
-nendo falls down the weirdest tiktok rabbit holes. it got so bad once that they got teruhashi to distract him while kuboyasu lifted his phone and deleted the app off of it. it took nendo several months to realise he could redownload it.
#(projects all of my little idiosyncrasies onto nendo)#yeah that tracks#also#(sprinkles a little nensai into my headcanons. as a treat)#nendo posting#i love him a normal amount#saiki kusuo no Ď nan#saiki k#the disastrous life of saiki k.#nendo riki#nendou riki#nensai#saiki kusuo
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