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jonghoslvt · 2 days
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I never told you what I do for a living (Mark lee)
Synopsis: you never told your roommate about your camgirl activities, but in the next room he was your top supporter.
Genre: smut!
Notes: reader is a camgirl, fem reader, hair pulling, fingering, use of sex toys, unprotected sex, roommates, pussy eating, reader initiates, virgin Mark, he slowly gains confidence, creampie, boob fondling, blonde mark, needs to be guided, gets pussy drunk, college students, backshots, cowgirl position, masturbating, voyeurism, mark is a whiner, mark receiving head, slight thigh fucking, kissing but a short one.
Song recommendations: cyber sex lock me in I wanna ride
Tags: @certifiedmoa @aerisdairy @girlmythlegend @kittydollzz @alethea-moon @nasangel
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Despite being roommates for the better part of 3 months you never told mark what you did for a living, that you were a Camgirl and both of you were just fine with that. He never asked again after the first time and your privacy was never invaded in any sort of way.
How he found out was by complete accident, the both of you never really hung out with each other, You’d see him in the kitchen or living room but for the most part the two of you always said a hello and nothing more, just a few conversations here and there. Considering the fact that up until a week ago he didn’t know how your room even looked, that was what gave your identity away. While showering you forgot your towel and cracked the door open and asked if he could bring it. You never suspected the fact that he was a viewer, had you known you would’ve been more careful in terms of keeping yourself anonymous.
Once Mark even Stepped foot into your room it all clicked. The pink walls, the Sanrio plushies stacked exactly the same. Even down to the closet that was decked out in 2PM posters. Every detail was accurate—
There’s no doubt in his mind that you were the camgirl he’s been watching since he moved in.
Ever since that day it became harder and harder to just sit back and pretend he didn’t Jerk off to your livestreams multiple times. How can he look you in the eyes when he’s been your top supporter. The two of you had been hanging out much more recently, you would cook dinner instead of the usual takeout and you’d both sit down on the couch next to each other watching movies or a show.
Mark didn’t know if he should enjoy it or try to distance himself as everytime he saw you or even so much as heard you speak all he thought about was the amount of times he watched you play with yourself in front of a hundred plus viewers.
“Mark?” You said waving your hand in front of his face, he was zoned out and you’d just finished serving him and yourself the dinner you made. Once you tapped his nose he shook his head and came back down to reality “sorry.” He mumbled, eyes not meeting yours “you alright? You’ve been spacing out for most of the day.” He takes a bite of his meal, shoulders relaxing a bit, you never failed to cook the best food. “I’m fine, just been thinking about some things lately.” “Mind if I pry and ask what about?” He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, he can’t exactly be honest because then things could take a very uncomfortable turn.
“Just work related stress, nothing extreme.” You let out a sigh of content “don’t I know it.” “Do you?” He asks, perking up just a little to see what you’ll respond with “yeah, it’s just people are demanding sometimes,” you take a few bites of your food, cheeks a bit flushed, you can’t tell him all the details so you try to be as vague as possible. “Don’t get me wrong, I like what I’m doing I’m making others..happy in a way, but sometimes…people ask for too much.”
Mark doesn’t make a face, mostly because he knows he’s not the demanding type. Despite being your top supporter on the website, he’s never asked you to do things you didn’t wanna do in the comments. He’s never even dmed you even once, which he’s sure everyone else did on a daily basis.
After dinner you two didn’t exactly continue to hang out, you went in your room and mark went in his. You assumed he was getting ready to head to bed when really he stood up knowing that you had a scheduled livestream to do. He turned the lights off, leaving the wall lights on, opened the usual tab, sat down and plugged his headphones in, putting them on. You set up your space, logged into your account and put on your favorite set of lingerie, slipping your usual mask on.
Once you pressed (start live) you sat back and waited for the viewers to come pouring in and it didn’t really take long as most had been on standby. Almost instantly the comments started pouring in, and you couldn’t stop the blush that spread across your cheeks upon seeing the comments fill with pet names and compliments. You teased the viewers, touching yourself on various parts of your body, a hand slithering down to your clothed clit, rubbing small and slow circles around it. Mark sat at his desk, underwear down to his ankles, a hand wrapped firmly around the base of his leaking cock, he was so close to you and yet so far.
With fast and desperate breaths he clicks on the donate option, leaving no message, which is what he usually did. His fake name would pop up at the top with the list of other donators and a sensual smile would appear on your face. “My favorite donator, thank you darling.” You slide off your panties, spreading yourself out for him to see, your core wet and slick, just ready to be used. Mark would fuck into his lube coated hands, tightening his grip and wishing it were you bouncing on his lap. No matter how many times he did this it wasn’t enough though.
“Mm I’m so lonely…” you said, voice trailing off “wish I had something to fill me up.” Then your eyes landed on the new toy you’d gotten, brand new and not even out of the package yet. “Oh! I almost forgot, I have a new toy to play with.” You bring it into frame, opening it up and taking it out, it’s a vibrator that comes with a little remote in order to change the settings.
“Should I try it out?” You scan over the chat and everyone seemed to be encouraging you to use it, which of course there’s no surprise with that. You grab the lube from the bottom drawer of your nightstand off frame and return back to the bed, unclasping your bra, tossing it on the floor. Since the toy came with a couple of batteries you put them inside and tested out the settings from low to high. The highest setting had your heart racing as the vibration felt weird in your hands, you just know this was going to have you shaking. Laying back on your stomach, you made sure the stream had a perfect view of everything, spreading your legs open and slowly stuffing a finger inside your once empty core.
Mark tore off his headphones, able to faintly hear your lewd moans, he needed to be closer…just needed more than just his headphones. Stupidly he got up from his room quietly and walked over to your door, his back against the wall next to it. Your fingers curled past your walls, hitting your g-spot while mark slightly spread his legs, flicking his wrist over his cock.
This wasn’t a good idea, it wasn’t but this was as close as he could get without making himself known. Mark wishes he was in there, he’d so absolutely anything to replace that toy you were about to use.
Feeling like you were prepped enough you coated the vibrator in lube, rubbing it around your hole, slowly pushing it in after. It fills you up so well, but it’s cold, it’s nothing you aren’t used to but god you wished it was the real deal. You set the vibration immediately at medium since you weren’t looking to be on live for too long, this was supposed to be a short one.
“Oh god,” you whined, rutting your hips as if someone else was controlling the settings “go easy on me.” Your lip is caught between your teeth as you salivate and try to chase the slow approaching orgasm that was about to hit you. Flipping around on your back you mess around with your boobs, flicking your nipples and pulling on them, your mind was starting to go blank as the pleasure engulfed you. Toys can really get the job done. “Hah…I’m so close….” Your cute cries of pleasure filled marks ear, his cock close to exploding.
He imagined you moaning his name, wrist flicking faster as you turned up the settings of the vibrator, your legs shaking In unison.
“Ah, fuck,”
“I’m gonna come, let’s do it together.” In marks head that was directed towards him but you were looking at the chat, eyes half closed. Your legs shook and you struggled to keep your hips up, your orgasm roughly crashing down on you. In seconds the overstimulation had hit and you quickly yanked out the vibrator, your sheets getting a bit wet. Mark cums, not paying attention to the fact that he was still out in the hallway next to your room door, his legs had gave out and to keep still he accidentally grabbed ahold of your doorknob.
His heart practically fell out of his chest, as you perked up and closed your laptop smoothly. No one else lived here aside from you two so it had to be mark.
You put your robe on, and walked towards the door, not yet opening it. “Mark?” There was silence but you did hear a faint sound of him cursing “fuck.” That basically confirmed it was him so you opened the door to find him bottomless and covering himself. This could not be anymore awkward.
Your eyes lingered all over him, examining his demeanor, wondering what he was doing and when you looked at his hands covered in a clear ish fluid it all became clear. “Wait were you masturbating outside my door?” “No, well..yes but it’s only because you were masturbating too.” “How could you have known that? Your room is on the other end of the hall…” now would be the time to say what he already knows.
“I-fuck, alright I was going to lie but I can’t anymore. I know you’re a camgirl.” Your eyes widened as he revealed the secret you tried so hard to keep under wraps, how long has he known? “I was watching your stream and I just..the headphones weren’t enough…I needed to be closer…I thought it would be better if I just stood outside of your door so that I could really..get a better ear of it.”
Seeing you in your robe, the one that barely covered you up, it made his dick stand up instantly again even after just coming. He failed to cover it up and you could feel the heat from your cheeks traveling to your wet core….this could be a good opportunity. “I’m sorry alright, at first I didn’t tell you I knew because i only just found out that it was you a week ago…I promise I didn’t know before I moved in.” You let out a sigh, the cats out of the bag now so there really was no point in trying to pretend. “It’s fine Mark, I’m kind of an idiot for thinking I could hide this forever then again,” your voice trails off “i didn’t expect you to be a subscriber.” You grab a clean towel for him and open your door a bit more and invite him in, it’s a bit awkward since he’s not wearing any pants let alone underwear, but he still cleans himself off and sits down on your bed, not really able to hide the fact that he’s fully hard again.
“You’re still hard.” “Well seeing you in that robe is sorta doing things to me.” God his social skills weren’t very great but for some reason that got you even more worked up. “I can help you with that.” You say walking closer and instantly his dick twitches, precum leaking from the tip “help me?” Once you’re practically in his face you drop down to your knees “I can help bring it down, if you’d let me.” He’s dreaming right? There’s no way you were asking if you could give him head, someone like you? Who he thinks is out of his league. “Shit, well I definitely won’t say no.” “So that’s a yes? Be clear with me mark.” “Yes, you can help bring it down.” Now any barrier between you two is completely broken once you tease his tip with your thumb, feeling the wetness stick to your finger.
“Fuck.” He hisses, hands firm on the bed, gripping the sheets. Masturbating is nothing new but he didn’t know how good it would feel to have someone else touch him. He’s got absolutely no experience with any girl, and you were going to find that out in a minute. Mark sucks in a breath when your lips attach to his tip, you sucked and slid your tongue in a slow and dragging motion which had his toes pressing hard against the floor of your room. After some teasing you really got down to it, his cock sliding in your mouth until there was no where left for it to go. You sucked him off like a pro, even looking up into his eyes while spit gathered at the sides of your lips, all he could do was push his fingers into your hair and pull, guiding the pace.
“Oh god,” “fuck your mouth is so warm, I didn’t know this could feel so good.” Finally you clocked the fact that he might be a virgin, it would explain the way he’s so hesitant to tell you what he actually wants. “Can you…suck harder? I like it like that.”
You did exactly what he wanted, promising yourself that you’ll give him the best first time of his life. If he even wants to go all the way, you’ll respect it if he doesn’t after this.
To him your mouth feels like a vacuum and the harder you sucked the closer he was. Feeling desperate he uses any sort of strength to push his hips up, and if there’s one thing you absolutely didn’t expect from him..it was the whining.
The way his legs shook as he tried to come, the whines leaving his lips, dear god you needed to ruin him.
“Y/n, I’m gonna-fucckk.” You’re surprised when you feel a hot liquid pouring down your throat but you still take it all and swallow, pulling your head up with a (pop) and what’s not surprising is the fact that this man was still hard.
“Jesus, mark does it ever go down?” You say a little amused.
“Listen even I’m shocked, but I just think my body is too excited, I’ve never..yknow..”
“awe, mark’s a little virgin huh? It’s alright if you’re still in the mood I don’t mind being the first to take your virginity.”
“Are you sure you wanna do that? I literally have no clue what I’m doing, I don’t want this to be a bad experience for you.” It’s cute that he’s so nervous. “I offered because I want to, however at the end of the day it’s up to you.” Slowly you strip out of your robe and Mark swears that he must be in heaven, because seeing you this exposed In person and not inside of a laptop was just too good to be true. You pushed him back on the bed and straddled his waist “so what’s it gonna be hm?” You bit his neck and sucked, leaving a slight hickey, the dominance you had over him was starting to make him feel dizzy.
“Clock is ticking do you wanna fuck me yes or no? Mark.”
“I wanna fuck you..” he says quietly “hm? can’t hear you, maybe say that again a little louder.” With just a little bit of confidence he slaps his hands down on your ass and squeezes it tightly “I wanna fuck you.” You bite your lip “ooo, markie boy wants to fuck me huh? Can you handle it?” “Yes, I can handle it, please no more teasing.”
You slide your panties off and grind against his solid cock “You want it Raw? Or do you want to use protection?” You ask, knowing what his answer would be. Any man would take the option of raw if given the chance to, let’s be real here. “Raw? For my first time? You’re being a little too generous now.” That earns a chuckle from you “You’re cute Mark, but you’d be hot if you took some control or at least had an idea of what you want.” He looks off to the side, cheeks burning at your statement. Again he thinks you’re out of his league so the last thing he wanted to do was turn you off completely, he doesn’t know if he should be upfront with what he wants.
“I’m giving you permission to do whatever you want to me, touch me wherever, however you want, it’s your first time after all I want to give you the full experience.”
“Then can I eat you out?” There’s a baffled look on your face “you wanna eat me out?” He nods “I’ve never done it before, but I wanna make you feel good.” Now you’re on your back, legs slightly open as Mark stares, eyes glued to the fact that you were so wet for him and only for him. The idea that you were turned on even though he doesn’t think he’s done anything to warrant you feeling this way, makes him salivate at the mouth. Everything about you was just too perfect, your body shape, the lace that covered your boobs, which he’s seen many times on stream. The way your thick folds covered your hole that he just knew was soaked with your juices, his head is already spinning and he hasn’t even tasted you yet.
“Mark, please.” That activated the feral part of his brain and he didn’t waste anymore time, his mouth digging right in. He sucks on your juices, Laps at your hole and flicks his tongue over your clit. Each movement solely based on how you reacted, at one point he leans his head up, fingers shoving past your walls and curling over your g-spot. “Am I doing good?” You’re too busy gripping at the sheets, head thrown back but you still answer “y-yes god,” you stutter “do you like it when I suck on your clit?” “Yes, do it more, please.”
Mark was already doing better than most men by making sure he was pleasing you and asking what you preferred.
You wanted him to continue, but you didn’t want to come off getting your pussy ate so when you felt your legs starting to shake, you stopped him and he actually seemed a bit disappointed having to stop. But you noticed how focused and into it he was so if you didn’t stop it now you’d never be able to. “Did I do bad?” You shook your head as you caught your breath “no you were doing great actually,” “so why’d you stop me?” “Cause I’d rather…come on your cock instead. It’s just how I like things and I think you’d enjoy that too.”
Well fuck whatever he was thinking, hell if that’s what you wanna do he’s gonna trust your judgement.
“Mm so what position do you want to do for your first time huh? You have free rein, just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” Mark thinks, he’s never watched much porn since he’s only ever been interested in your stream’s but he’s always liked seeing you face down, ass up. And he may be a virgin but he’s not that idiotic, he knows it’s basically doggy style, like a downward dog position. “Lay on your stomach.” You flip around on your stomach and feel him lift your ass up, pushing your back down in an arch, so this is what he’s going for huh? This was going to be so good.
“Let me know if it hurts yeah?” With his body feeling a slight buzz, Mark slides himself between your folds, getting it nice and wet so that he could slip in more easily. He wasn’t even in yet but the warm and sloppy feeling felt amazing. You shut your legs firmly, the grip of him pulling back, cock sliding between your thighs now. This lasted for a bit, Mark getting just a little bit too lost in the thickness of them, his leaking tip accidentally prodding at your entrance which brought him back to reality. “I’m gonna…go in.” Slowly he pushes himself inside, heart damn near jumping out of his chest as he could feel himself about to come.
About to move, Mark notices and stops your hips from pushing back “no no..if you do that I’ll come, let the feeling go away first.” All you wanted him to do was fuck you into the mattress but you patiently kept yourself still, however you couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching around him and when he felt good enough to move he did.
Mark’s pace started off slow, the slow drag of his cock pushing in and out of you drove you insane. This was much better than a toy, he filled you up so well, dick slightly curved which made it easier to hit the spot that always had your toes curling. You moaned softly, and Mark gripped your hips for balance, he slightly leaned back admiring the look of your pussy gripping him tightly. “Ah,” “shiiit, that’s good mark, you’re doing so good for me.” Slowly but surely his confidence was starting to show through as his pace increased with each passing thrust. The more you stated how good you were feeling the more focused yet drowned out he would become.
He was so lost in the feeling of you sucking him in so eagerly, no one’s ever been this excited to be fucked by him, then again you’re the first he’s ever fucked. “Y/n, am I attractive?” The question completely came from out of no where and your brain was clearly too busy being up in the clouds for you to fully register it. Desperate for an answer mark grabs a fistful of your hair, his hips snapping forward more aggressively “I asked you a question.” “W-what was it..mm sorry I’m just…it feels so good” “I asked if I was attractive.” You looked back to the best of your abilities, seeing that his eyebrows were knit together, his lip caught between his teeth, grunts escaping his throat. He must be really into it now.
“O-of course you are….fuck slow down…I’m still sensitive.” But he doesn’t slow down, and you’re really feeling this assertive thing he’s got going on. “I don’t know how it didn’t cross my mind sooner…you both had the same body type, the same birth marks in all the right places…not to mention…god…the lingerie…I’ve seen you wear it before..I should’ve known it was you.” He’s rambling all while fucking into you, the fingers from his free hand digging into the skin on your ass, which caused you to whimper.
“You must think I’m so lame for being subscribed to you,” “but if you’re letting me fuck you like this, then there’s a part of you that’s thought about me in this way before.” There’s a look of shock on your face as he completely changes the position, he’s on his back while you’re straddling his lap once again “If you want me to come you’re gonna have to ride it out of me.” You don’t even hesitate, a small smile peeking through, you bounce on his lap, hands pressed on his chest as he fondles yours. “It’s so deep, I’m gonna come soon, I feel it.” You whine, looking down at mark who’s looking at you with a sensual expression, the blonde strands of his hair sticking to his now sweaty forehead, his cheeks a pink tint. Once again he goes from grunts to whines as it’s clear the pleasure is getting to be too much.
Fucking someone was much better than masturbating and he doesn’t know if he can ever go back to it after feeling you. “So pretty,” he says holding your hips steady “want you all to myself.” “Fuck I’m gonna come, should I pull out, or?” The only thing you do is increase your speed letting him come inside you, and for a second Mark could swear his vision went blurry the Second his orgasm hit him and the second he moaned that was when you came, legs shaking and feeling exhausted. You leaned down, lips attaching to his as you started your hips back up again, helping him ride out his orgasm.
You tasted sweet, it must’ve been the Lip balm you were wearing because he couldn’t get enough of it and felt a bit of dread when you pulled away.
Carefully mark lifts you up, watching his come slowly drip out of you, it was hot and he really had to fight back the urge to become hard again. You collapsed on the space next to him, both of you having to catch your breathes.
“Mark, about you wanting me all to yourself, if you really want that, I think you should fuck me again and prove it.”
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formula1simp · 2 days
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Lando finding out his girlfriend used to date max v and then he sees them talking together and he gets upset 🫢
Loved this idea!! I hope I did it justice!!! I love a jealous little Lando 😮‍💨
You sighed happily as you snuggled into landos arms. You guys were at the beach having a little bonfire to wrap up a day with friends. Lando was wrapped up on a conversation with Pierre, Charles,Carlos and Max while you talked to the girlfriends. “Remember all the doubles dates we use to go y/n? I miss those we need to set something up.” Kika says to you. “Yes we need like a whole group date.” Alexandra smiles. “Double date?” Lando whips his head around. Kika smiled and nodded. “We use to go on them all the time with y/n and max.” She says. His brows knit together as he looks at you then max. “You guys went on dates?” He asks everyone looking at him. “Yeah mate all the time.” Max chuckles a bit. “Why?” He scowls. “Because that’s what people do when they date.” Charles laughed a bit. You sit up a bit more feeling lando stiffen. “You guys dated?” He asked you and you nod. “Yeah for months.” You laughed a bit. “You didn’t know?” Max asked and he shakes his head. “You thought all those times she was in the Red Bull garage or was because she was a friend?” Carlos pipes up. He nods a bit feeling embarrassed now. “Yeah.” He says a bit red. “We dated for like 10 months?” Max asked trying to recall. “Yeah.” You nodded. “Hey guys!” Alex and Lily say as they show up and sit down. Everyone greets them and the topic moves on.
Lando was very touchy with you the rest of the night. “Why did you guys break up?” He asked as he shut the apartment door behind him. “Lando do we really wanna talk about exes?” You asked. He nods crossing his arms against his chest. “When it’s Max in particular yes.” He says with a frown. You sighed as you walked passed him to the room and he follows. “We just ran our course. We figured we were better friends.” You say to him. “Babe he literally introduced me to you. Set us up on a date.” You say softly as you wrap your arms around his waist. He sighs as he wraps his hands around your shoulders pulling you close. “You’re right.” He smiled as he kisses your head. “I love you.” You smiled giving him a soft kiss. He sighs happily into the kiss as he mumbles an I love you back.
A couple weeks passed and Lando still couldn’t help but ask all about what happened with you Max. You thought he knew you guys dated but Lando was also not close to max when he started f1. Max was a private person so you guys didn’t really need to be so public. He always saw you from the McLaren garage and noticed you. Once you met Lando you and max had been broken up for a month or so. Lando was about to finish up his practice run when you decided to go get a coffee and something for Lando. He got back in the garage and was looking for you. He spotted you down the line talking to Max. He frowned seeing you two laughing. You playfully pushed his shoulder which sent Lando even more mad and jealous. He mumbled something about taking a nap in his drivers room to the team and stormed off.
“Well I’m sure Lando is gonna love the surprise. I’ll catch you later.” You smiled giving him a hug before going back to the McLaren garage. “Where’s Lando?” You asked Oscar. “He said something about a nap.” He smiled at you. “Thanks.” You smiled back as you walked to landos drivers room. There he was back to the door. “Babe what’s wrong? You looked great out there.” You say as you sit in the chair and rub his side. “I don’t know go ask max.” He grumbled a bit. “Lando you aren’t serious.” You stifle your laugh. You slip between his arms and the wall. His eyes closed most likely to not look at you. “I got you a snack.” You sing song and he doesn’t budge. “Oh baby. You’re jealous.” You giggle as you play with his hair. “Am not.” He mumbles squeezing his eyes. “Yes you are.” You giggle kissing his jaw. You keep going and get right under his ear nibbling a bit. “Y/n.” He mumbles being aware of were you guys are. “Mm?” You question as keep going. “I feel bad. I don’t want you to question anything.” You say gently. He opens one eye and you smiled a bit. He closed it again and moved on his back.
You huff and straddle him a bit. “Lando come on I’m sorry.” You pout as you trace shapes on his chest his race suit down in his hips leaving him in his fire gear. His hands rest in your hips. “No.” He pouts keeping his eyes closed. “Baby I’m sorry I didn’t meet you first.” You laughed leaning down and catching his pouted lip and biting it a little. “It’s not fair.” He mumbles and kisses you. “I know.” You mumbled as you kissed him. Soon turning into a very heated make out session. “Was max better than me?” He asked kissing your neck. “No.” You breath out. Lando was very happy having you whimper underneath him his hand down your pants teasing you. “Lan please.” You mumbled gripping his shoulder. Too quick he takes his hand out and smirks. “You know I think I need to get something.” He smirks standing up. You huffed out watching him. “You’re a tease.” You frown at the smirking Brit. He loved to play with you and even more so when he was a jealous mess. He leans down kissing you. “Be back.” He teases. “No go ahead I’ll just go see what max is up to.” You smirk as you sit up watching him freeze while heading out the door. He turns around and shuts it locking it as well. “Absolutely not.” He says while kissing you harshly his hand on the side of you neck and the other grabbing your hip to move you to his lap.
“I wouldn’t go in there.” Oscar says stopping in front of Max, Charles and Carlos suddenly. They wanted to play a prank on Lando. “Why not?” Carlos says moving and so does Oscar. “They’re um they’re busy.” He mumbles a bit. “Oh shit.” Lando mumbles loud enough for them to hear. They all get wide eyes and nod. “Hey mate don’t forget that I’m faster.” Max teases. “Shut up!” Lando yells as you giggle. They run away like school girls. You kiss Lando sweetly as you guys catch your breath. “I love you. You’re always gonna be my number one.” You smile at him as you kiss all over his face. He smiles as he laughs a bit as he looks at you. “I love you more I’m sorry.” He smiles as you guys leave his room. You were so obviously red in face and hair a mess. Lando smirks at the lads as you guys pass them basically running to his car to get to the hotel. He flips them off happily as you guys drive by. “I’m glad I won this.” He says as he grabs your hand and kisses it. “I’m not going anywhere you muppet.”
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your geto fic is super cute 🥰 if you're taking more requests, may I request a sukuna fic please? maybe in an au where he's a gangster and reader is of a classy, rich family so reader's parents don't agree, but then sukuna appears in one of their events in a suit and looking dashing as ever!
ooooooooo it's 3 am but i have to write this down!!!!!!!!!
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shadows and silk.
summary: sukuna shows you and your parents that he is absolutely the right and the only man for you (whether they agree or not) genre: angst/fluff pairing: gangster!sukuna x female reader warnings: cursing, modern day au, not a great parent-child relationship, ooc sukuna
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your father doesn't even bother to hide his disapproval. "he has tattoos on his face. what if he's in the mafia- what have you brought our family into?!"
"father-"
"i am," sukuna clarifies, "in the mafia. my father is the leader. and one day, it'll be my time to lead."
your parents gasp in shock, surprised by sukuna's brashness.
"that wasn't a threat," he clarifies again, holding your hand. "i love your daughter, and i'd like to have a good relationship with you both. because it's important to her."
you smile appreciatively and grasp his hand, looking at your parents with hope.
"you're fucking insane."
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it was probably not the wisest decision to ask for your parents' approval, knowing what kind of people they are. being one of the richest families in the country, it's hard to have... any kind of life outside of what they had planned for you. like a pawn in their game of chess, your choices have been made for you since the very beginning.
unlike sukuna, you grew up "perfect". you aced your piano lessons, easily graduated from your violin school, and got straight As in all your grades. every day was the same for you; wake up, school, extra lessons, homework, sleep, and repeat.
that's actually how you met sukuna. one day, there was something wrong with the traffic so your driver was late. you'd been waiting for an hour, and sukuna just happened to finish his detention.
"hm?" his eyes caught you standing by the gate. "aren't you that rich kid?"
you looked up at him and analyzed his face -- high school student with face tattoos, you don't see that very often. "who's asking?"
"tsk, tsk." he chuckled, "so much attitude for a little person." he ruffled your hair before walking in the other direction. "wanna come? i'm gonna go have some fun."
fun... the word was so unfamiliar to you. you'd never talked to him before, and though it really was probably dangerous to just go with someone whose name you didn't even know, you couldn't help yourself. especially not when he turned around with a smile, urging you to come with him.
he took you to places you've never been before and made you feel things you've never felt. you felt free from your parents' chains, for once you felt like you could do whatever you wanted.
and sukuna was glad he could make you smile. you, the girl who always kept to herself in class, quiet, polite, almost scared. you made him feel things, too.
you got an earful from your parents that day, but the cute keychain sukuna won you from the night market was worth it.
now, the keychain hangs on your favorite bag, one that he also got you a few weeks ago. though you already have multiple designer bags that are much more expensive, the bag sukuna gave you was priceless.
"morning, baby." sukuna greets you, kissing your cheek.
"morning," you smile at him. "i'm sorry for how yesterday went. my father, he's-"
"let him be," he says. "nothing can keep me away from you, understand?"
you smile at his words and nod, "you better keep it as a promise."
sukuna smiles and kisses you, "i swear it."
he wonders what he could've possibly done to deserve someone like you.
-----
"what do you mean i'm getting married?"
your father sighs. "don't be difficult. the gojo clan is the most powerful, you should be thankful they're letting you marry their son."
"but father, i have a boyfriend, and i just graduated college! i- i can't marry, i still have so much i want to-"
"enough!" he yells, "you're marrying gojo satoru by the end of next month and that's final."
you're lucky that you have your own apartment. dialing sukuna's number, you get into your car and drive home where sukuna says he's waiting for you.
"ugh, unbelievable!" you throw your keys on the table, letting it slide off and annoying you even more.
he grimaces and sits you down, handing over a glass of water. "so it didn't go well..."
you sigh, "...they're arranging a marriage. with the gojo clan."
sukuna's jaw clenches, anger evident, but then it disappears. "that makes sense. they are the strongest and the richest."
"they're not giving me an option, like always-"
"gojo satoru is pretty handsome," he continues, "blue eyes, tall, quite built.. he's not a bad bachelor."
you squint your eyes at your boyfriend who seems like he's talking nonsense... or not really. "what are you trying to say?"
sukuna sighs. "we should break up."
the words that come out of his mouth after that are all blurry to you. something along the lines of...
"we've been together for years."
"it's time to get a fresh start."
"aren't you curious what it's like to date other people?"
"i'm getting bored to be honest."
and it all just seems like bullshit. bullshit because why is he looking at you like that when he's breaking up with you? why does he look like he's still madly in love with you and saying all that stuff is killing him?
why does he look like he's lying?
"tell me you're joking."
sukuna, unfortunately, doesn't humor you and leaves you alone in your apartment without saying anything else.
the rest of the month feels like hell. you tried running away from your parents, the guards they sent after you, but to no avail. somehow, they've repurchased your apartment and now you're back to living with them.
you met gojo satoru once throughout the entire month. he's decent, and actually a good guy like sukuna said, but he's not sukuna. he doesn't leave a random flower he picked up on the way to your place, he doesn't shower your hands with kisses when he sees you, and that's all expected -- because it's not supposed to be a loving relationship. it's a contract. once you marry him, your parents' company will merge with the gojos and become even richer.
today's the engagement party. your mother has chosen the perfect red gown for good luck, and she's made all the preparations for the party -- you, like always, never had a say in anything.
you feel like an object for them to trade with. compared to the gold bars sitting in their safe, you're probably worth less.
"i know you also didn't agree to this," gojo satoru whispers as you're both sat down in the middle of the ballroom while everyone else enjoys their meal. "but you look beautiful."
you offer him a polite smile, which turns rather sad. hidden in your sleeve is the keychain sukuna got you. your mother managed to throw away every cherished memory you had of him except for the keychain.
you wonder what sukuna is doing right now... if he's enjoying his life, if he maybe has a new girl by his side...
"sorry to shit on your party," your head snaps up the moment you hear that familiar voice, and a gasp escapes when you see the even more familiar tattooed face with pink hair. "but i'm going to have to kidnap your fiancee for a bit. maybe forever."
"..ryo." you stand up abruptly, letting your chair fall and hit the ground. he's dressed in a white suit, black vest, black shirt, and a matching black tie. he looks like he's ready to be your groom.
giving you the smile you miss most, sukuna stands in front of you and grabs your hand. "hi, princess."
"what are you doing here?" you whisper, tears about to fall from your eyes.
"saving my damsel in distress." he softens when he sees your lip tremble, kissing you gently. "i told you nothing can keep me away from you."
"but you-"
behind you, gojo satoru clears his throat, motioning to the many guards surrounding both of you, ready to pull you two apart by force.
"let my daughter go right now." your father demands.
you grasp sukuna's arm tightly, not planning on letting him go any time soon. in return, he has his arm around your waist, pulling you to him gently before he snaps his fingers, revealing rows and rows of armed men ready to fire.
the guards immediately stand down, obviously outnumbered. they let you and sukuna leave without a fight, and you stop for a second to spare a glance at your parents, looking at you disapprovingly.
-----
you're sitting on sukuna's bed. you've only been to this place a few times, considering he moves around a lot. he's helping you with the infinity amount of hairpins you have stuck in your hair while you take off the red gown you're wearing.
"ryo," you call him.
he hums to acknowledge you, mouth full of hairpins.
"...why did you break up with me?"
taking out the last piece of hairpin (he thinks it's the last), he throws them away before sitting behind you, arms snaked around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.
"i... i thought i was doing you a favor," he admits, "with my job... it's not easy being with me, you know? i'm scared you'll think i'm a monster for what i do - it still terrifies me."
"so i thought if i just pushed you away, it'll make things easier for both of us," his grip on you tightens, "but it didn't. at least not for me. and i know i'm being selfish here by wanting you back, i know i don't deserve it, but i just... i can't imagine living without you. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry."
you turn around to face him, straddling his thighs and kissing him softly. "if being selfish means i'm stuck with you, then you need to be more selfish."
he grins, arms wrapping around you. "i love you."
"i love you more, ryo."
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zedleaked · 3 days
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okay i am willing to pay you THIS COOL ROCK I FOUND OUTSIDE MY HOUSE!!!
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FOR MORE PILBY AND GONTA INTERACTIONS PLWAWW SEE EIM BEGGING
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BUG LOVER MEETS BUG,,
DIALOGUE UNDER CUT IF YOUSE WANNA READ
Pilby: “Hey, Gonta…”
Gonta: “Mhm?”
Pilby: “What do you call beetles that can dance?”
Gonta: “Gonta not sure if bugs dance…”
Pilby: “Jitterbugs!”
Pilby: “Honk honk!”
Gonta: “...Huh…?”
Gonta: “Oh! Gonta gets it!”
Gonta: “Heheaheheh! Gonta like that one!”
Pilby: “Thank you. :0)”
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Gonta: “Gonta want to ask, but he feels like it's rude…”
Pilby: “You can ask anything, it's fine, you’re nice to me.”
Gonta: “Gonta just wondering if he could study Pilby.”
Pilby: “Study…? Oh no, you’re not like that detective lady, right…?”
Gonta: “Hm? When Gonta last checked Shuichi not lady… maybe he should ask.”
Gonta: “But Gonta want to do this because Pilby is very interesting bug! Gonta not harm!”
Pilby: “Ok… you can study a little I guess…”
Gonta: “Yay!”
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Gonta: “... (Writing in notebook)”
Gonta: “Gonta notice Pilby have sapience… bugs not normally have that.”
Gonta: “As well as Pilby having 6 legs like any other bug, but they lack prolegs caterpillar normally has…”
Pilby: “Is that bad…? Feels like I’m at the doctor…”
Gonta: “No, no! Not bad! Just things Gonta noticed.”
Gonta: “Just because Pilby not like other bugs, not mean they’re doing bad.”
Gonta: “Gonta not like his other classmates either.”
Gonta: “-but people still like Gonta despite him being a little bit of an idiot.”
Pilby: “Ooh… I see… that makes me feel better actually…”
Pilby: “And you’re no idiot Gonta, you’re a smart cookie! :0)”
Gonta: “Wow… really?”
Pilby: “Mhm!”
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Pilby: “G’oh…”
Gonta: “Hm? Everything alright? Pilby look sad.”
Pilby: “I just feel homesick I think… I miss my momma.”
Gonta: “Ooh… Gonta can relate he thinks.”
Gonta: “Gonta misses his forest family.”
Gonta: “But Gonta learn that even if he might not see his forest family for a long long time…”
Gonta: “He should feel happy for spending time with them at all! Not sad!”
Gonta: “Gonta sure Pilby is a good bug and that their momma thinks about them too.”
Gonta: “Just like how Gonta thinks of his forest family.”
Pilby: “Hm…”
Pilby: “Thanks… that means a lot…<:0)”
Gonta: “No problem! Gonta know good bug when he sees them!”
Gonta: “Which is all of them! Hehe!”
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sp0o0kylights · 16 hours
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There were a lot of things Mike hated in life.
The demogorgon, and how it had essentially destroyed his life.
 Brenner, and the madhouse laboratory El had survived. 
How each and every one of his friends now did something weird--were weird, because flashing lights or fireworks or some stupid tune a toy horse played dragged up memories that made their eyes flat and faces hollow. 
Most of all though, Mike hated how much they relied on Steve.
There was no reason he should be the person to call when it started pouring and no one wanted to bike home from AV. 
Steve wasn’t Nancy, or Jonathan, or a parent--he wasn’t even dating anyone related to any of the Party anymore so what excuse did he have to keep hanging around? 
(Even if Jonathan was always working, and Nancy was always busy with some club or homework, and everyone’s parents all seemed to be in a race of who could get back to normal the fastest…) 
They should at least try to get a hold of other people, instead of constantly going to Steve first.
“Why?” Dusitn had scoffed at him the last time this had happened, feeding quarters into a phone and staring at Mike like he was the one being unreasonable. “I’m not gonna waste money just to hear your sister tell us no again when we all know Steve will do it.” 
Which was perhaps the most infuriating part of it all.
That Steve would do it. 
Show up and help them, even if he bitched the whole time. 
Hell, Steve Harrington knew more about Mike’s life offhand than Nancy did, and that made him want to punch a wall more days than it didn’t. Why the hell was Steve so involved? 
It was stupid. 
Weird, even! They weren’t friends, (even if Dustin and Max and El of all people said the opposite) he wasn’t being paid to babysit, (Mike had double checked; going round to ask Ma Henderson and Mrs. Sinclair, only to get an earful of how wonderful Steve was from both.) he had no reason to hang around! 
It didn’t make sense that Steve could be harassed into picking them up from school. 
Would take them to get ice cream, or hand over extra quarters for the arcade. He even gave out advice like some kind of--brother that Mike had never wanted. 
Above all?
Mike hated that when he needed someone, the number he punched in on automatic was Steve’s.
“I need you to come get me.” He said into the receiver, mad at himself and the world, but mostly mad that beyond the normal amount of squawking Steve did, he shut up and came. 
Drove up in his rich boy car, stepping out and herding Mike into it like the rain hadn’t already seeped into his bones. 
“You wanna tell me why you snuck into a bar two towns over?” Steve asked, long after Mike had slung himself into the passenger seat, arms crossed defensively over his chest.
“No.” 
One of Steve’s hands went right to his hair, running through it before adjusting the mess he’d just made. 
It was a nervous habit, and Mike hated that he knew that too. 
“Okay, well.” Steve’s hand fell back to the steering wheel, clenching tight around it. “Next time you want to do something dumb could you at least come talk to me about it beforehand?”
“What the hell would that do?” Mike bitched, staring firmly out of the window. 
“Not waste my gas for starters.” Steve bitched right back. “But I dunno man, we could have taken some bats and gone and wailed on cars in the junkyard and talked or some shit, not--whatever this all was.”
‘This all’ was accompanied by a wave of his hand, indicating not just the bar Mike had been standing in front of, but his general sopping wet state. 
“You’d actually go to the junkyard with me?” Mike challenged, doubtful. 
Steve made a face. “Did you lose your hearing in there? I just said--.” 
“Why?” Mike interrupted. “Why the fuck would you come out with me?”
Matching his entire aggressive tone, Steve said; “Because it’s better than trying to sneak into the one local gay bar when you’re barely fourteen, Michael.” 
And that? 
Steve being oddly aware of shit he really shouldn’t have?
Mike hated that too. 
“You knew what the bar was?” He asked, his voice coming out much smaller than he intended. 
“Everyone knows what that bar is, except it’s more of a biker bar than a gay bar.” Steve shot back--which did actually explain about ten different questions Mike had about the place. “Also, language you little shit.” 
Under his breath, Steve continued in a muttered; “I swear I’m going to start carrying around soap.”
“You cuss more than we do.” Mike responded, and if his own voice was a little strangled as he fought back the sudden swell of tears, then that was between him and God. 
He was not crying in front of Steve Harrington, he outright refused. 
“The point I’m making is that there are way better bars to sneak into. That one’s not nearly as welcoming as people make it out to be, probably because they’re sick of all the rumors.” 
Steve seemed to realize what he was implying because he quickly added; “Not that you should be sneaking into any bars at all!” 
“You’re not my mom.” Mike’s voice turned wet as he lost his battle with his throat, voice cracking as he failed to choke the tears back.  
“No shit Wheeler.”  Steve said, and at least he was good enough not to call attention to Mike’s crying. 
If he had, Mike was pretty sure he’d just up and die of embarrassment, right there. 
“I don’t get why you care.” He muttered, angrily swiping at his eyes. 
“I didn’t keep you alive this long just so you could die of something stupid.” Steve countered easily.
Which was kinda fair, if you thought about it.
Mike very much did not want to think about it. 
Any of it.
Ever. 
“Are you gonna tell my parents?” He asked after a painfully long moment. 
Long enough that Steve had begun fiddling with the radio, trying to find a station as they drove back that wasn’t wailing country or gospel music. 
“I’m not a narc, so no.”  
“Not about the bar.”  
Now Steve just looked confused. 
Probably because he was, because he was without a doubt the stupidest almost adult Mike knew. 
(Not that he could say that out loud--last time he had, Max had made one of her pissy faces and then El got mad because Max was, which led to a break up, which led to Mike having to beg his way back into his girlfriend’s good graces while explaining that he hadn’t meant it like that.
“How did you mean it then?” Max demanded, and Mike wasn’t sure how he managed to dodge that entire conversation but he had, on grounds that untangling his own emotions regarding stupid Steve made him want to pull his hair out and scream.) 
“What about then?” 
 “You know. Don’t make me say it.” Mike absolutely didn’t plead, even if it did sort of, kind of, sound like pleading. 
Steve flicked his eyes away from the road to give one long, weird look at Mike. The same one he gave Dustin when he went off on a rant about Cerebro or Lucas when he started discussing the stats of different D&D weapons. 
Unlike those times, Steve’s face cleared. 
“Oh.” He said, blinking, and Mike could practically see the light bulb flash above his head.
Then; 
“Nah.” 
Mike waited.
And waited.
And kept waiting as Steve went back to searching through radio channels, as if that was the end of the conversation.
It couldn't be the end of this conversation.
Not when this was the part that was eating Mike alive.
He didn’t know if this was Steve repressing it on purpose or if this was what he had to look forward to for the rest of his life if he kept trying to figure his own head out, but either way, he knew he had a choice to make. 
To let the unspoken part of today die quietly. Go unsaid, and remain unsaid, for all eternity--or he could let it out. 
Shove the “gay” part of “gay bar” in Steve’s stupid, jock face. 
Make him acknowledge it, even if it got Mike kicked out of the car, and who cared if it did? 
Steve wasn’t the person who should have picked him up anyway. 
The anger climbed higher and higher in his chest, tears and rage combining until Mike spat it all out, furious. 
“You’re not going to ask if I’m gay?”  
Steve didn’t turn to face him, but Mike saw his eyebrow cocking anyway, given how he was currently glaring a hole in the side of the older teen’s head. 
“Do you want me to?” 
“No.” Mike bit out automatically. “Yes. I don’t know!” 
Steve’s hand found its way back into his hair. 
“Okay then.” Steve paused, clearly fishing for something to say. 
Gleefully, Mike watched him struggle. 
“Do you like guys?” He managed finally, looking like he was navigating a minefield more than just talking.
“I don’t know.” Mike stressed, sinking lower in his seat. “Why do you think I was at the bar? I was trying to figure it out!” 
“Honestly I assumed this was some sort of stupid dare--but!” Steve held up a finger, before Mike could interrupt, “But let’s--shit, hold on, I had a speech for this but I kinda wasn’t expecting to use it this soon. Um.”
“You have a speech for me being gay?”
“Not for you.” Steve rolled his eyes. “For--in general! It was an in general, just in case speech!” 
He rounded on Mike, for longer than the younger was comfortable with given Steve took his eyes off the road to do it. “Okay--you can like boobies, you can like, uh--not boobies, and that’s fine! It’s all totally fine!” 
“You are not making it sound like it’s fine.” Mike said, feeling like he’d been taken out by hearing Steve say the word “boobies.” 
Gross, gross, gross. 
“Well it is.” Steve said, in a tone that felt like he was two seconds from adding in a smarmy ‘so there!’ at the end. 
“But I’m dating El.” Mike whined, which really, was both the heart of the matter and the eye of the storm that had been growing in his head for months now. “I can’t be gay if I like her.” 
“Don’t you guys break up and get together like four times a week?”
“No, that's Max and Lucas, El and I are stable.” Mike scoffed. “Or we--we were stable.” 
Before he started to have thoughts about people that weren't his girlfriend. 
Or women.
“Stable for being in middle school, sure.” Steve snorted. “You don’t just have to like one or the other you know. You can like dudes and chicks at the same time.”
Which Mike did not know, on account of being fourteen. 
He did his absolute damndest not to show that realization, instead adding that to the list of reasons why he hated Steve Harrington too.
Steve shouldn't be the one teaching him about who you could like!
“The point is that who you end up loving isn’t a problem.” Steve finally looked back to the road. “Other people might be an issue, and those people we can punch in the face so long as the cops aren’t looking, which isn’t part of the speech so let’s not tell people I said that part, but whatever you do choose, there’s nothing wrong with you.” 
Steve’s voice went firm, as he apparently recalled his speech or something close enough to it because his next words sounded a little rehearsed. “You have people who are here for you, no matter what. Okay?” 
Oh God, Mike was crying again. 
He wanted to punch Steve in his stupid face.
Wanted to hold onto the fury he'd built inside himself. Thrash around, throw himself out of the car, get away from the emotions that felt too big for his chest to contain. 
Instead he felt it all break on Steve's acceptance. On word's he didn't know he needed to hear until they'd been spoken, and sniffed out a quiet; “Okay.” 
Steve of course had to take it too far by reaching over and patting his knee, which they both regretted judging by how quickly Steve took his hand back and the face Mike made at his hand--but it…
It was appreciated, even amongst all Mike's rage.
Steve was appreciated. 
Not that Mike would ever, on pain of death, tell him that. 
Neither said a word for a while, Steve finally landing on a radio that was playing some Top 40 hit, Tears for Fears singing about ruling the world while Mike found himself trying to rebuild his own once again, tired of it having shattered so many times over. 
At least he finally felt better, even if he refused to admit Steve was the reason for it. 
He wasn’t quite done though.
 There was a piece Steve had skipped over, that Mike felt was critically important, if only because it was partly the reason he was having thoughts about being gay in the first place. 
He had to know if Steve saw it too. 
That it wasn’t just him and his stupid head, making up things that weren’t there. 
“Hey Steve?” 
“Yeah?”
“Who was the speech for?” 
Steve sighed. 
“Rule one of the whole queer thing Wheeler, you don’t out other people.” 
Like there were written rules or something.
(Maybe there were, it wasn't like Mike knew.)
“Was it Will?” Mike asked, and pretended like he didn’t desperately want the answer to be yes. 
 Steve didn’t say a thing, but the fact he nearly took the car off the road was a pretty solid answer in itself. 
“We’re not playing guessing games about other people’s sexualites!” He yelped, hands gripping the steering wheel as Mike felt a wave of relief crash through him. 
Will was--maybe, possibly, also--queer too. 
Which didn’t make this any better but it--wasn’t the not preferred outcome, either. 
(It wasn’t just Mike struggling alone, trying to figure out if his best friend wanted to be more than that, if El was breaking up with him and more and more because she wanted to be less than a girlfriend, if things were changing and he would have no one--) 
“I’m not out here picking Will up from a gay bar dipshit, I’m picking you up, and this is your reminder that next time, you should just come talk to me!” Steve ranted. 
Mike snorted.
He absolutely hated Steve Harrington, but--
“Fine.” He said, talking so low he could barely be heard. “I will.”
--maybe Mike did have someone in his corner after all. 
Even if it was just Steve. 
xXx
Bonus: 
“Between you and me, that kid is gayer than a two dollar bill.” 
“Wow Robin,” Steve teased, “Isn’t that like, a slur or whatever?” 
He snickered when she rolled her eyes and threw a roll of stickers his way. 
“I’m just saying. Did you see the way he was looking at you when you were showing off your stupid biceps?” Robin said, nudging her shoulder into Steve’s. “Will’s gonna have a rude awakening later if he hasn’t already.” 
Steve nudged her back, but kept his gaze on the Party as they trooped their way from Family Video to the arcade next door, the realization that they now had connections for free rentals making them downright gleeful. 
Will was the last one in, and Steve watched him hurry so as to not be left behind. 
He didn’t like to worry about the dipshits, but Robin was just putting voice to a thought Steve knew he wasn’t the first person to have.
And if he noticed it, then it didn't exactly bode well as being kept a secret. 
“Should we like…talk to him about that?” He asked after a long moment, turning to face Robin.
“Us?” She pointed at herself, before turning her finger on Steve. “Why us?” 
“Well you’re into girls.” He gave her a pointed look, glad that the store was empty of everyone but them so he could actually voice all this. “And I’m fine with it.”
“Yeah I’m sure he wants to know you’re fine with it.” Robin taunted, but she had her thinking face on, eyes out to the middle distance. “I barely know him. You barely know him--he’s the quietest out of all your kids.”
“They’re not my kids.” Steve argued automatically. “They're like a weird cross between shitty siblings and that kid in your class who never leaves you alone.” 
A fact Steve no longer took for granted, even if he made it sound like the worst thing ever.
“I just think it’d be nice if he knew that he had people in his corner, you know? Who supported him and shit.” 
“Steve, you compared my crush to a muppet, that wasn’t supportive.” Robin countered, but it too was on automatic. 
Softer she admitted; “You’re right though. If I had known other queer people, if I had known people would accept me...it would have made things a lot easier.”
A very long pause, in which both of them stewed for a moment, before Robin abruptly slapped her hand down on the table.
“Okay, you got me. We're doing it, and I'm making us a speech.”
“A speech?” 
“Yes dingus, a speech. I know you, you’re terrible when you’re put on the spot with this kinda thing, and trust me with things like this the moment will be spontaneous.”
“It’s Will, how spontaneous can it be?” Steve challenged back. “Getting a dinner order out of him is a chore.” 
“Stop whining and hand me that notepad. Im telling you its gonna happen when you least expect it and then you're gonna thank me later.”
“It better not happen without you.”  Steve sighed, but passed the notepad over.
God the things he did for those stupid kids. 
Bonus x2
Steve would later go on to use the speech on himself, in a gas station bathroom mirror, eyes wide and freaked out after Eddie Munson called him Big Boy in a van they stole, while Robin snickered behind him. 
He would turn on her, snapping that she; “Help me with this dammit!” 
In return she’d remind him that Tammy might sing like a muppet but Eddie  was the guy who stepped on lunches while giving speeches at lunch and sticking his tongue out, and “Really Steve, I think I won best gay awakening, here.” 
Which would promptly start an argument regarding how it wasn’t a competition, which would continue for another fifteen or so odd years before finding its way as a reference into both of their speeches as each other’s best man. 
Nancy and Eddie wouldn’t get it at either wedding, but Mike would.
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Hey y'all
compliment people more
it really does wonders
I complimented my nurse today's hair and she was thrilled (she had really pretty dyed pink and yellow and orange hair that she said was partially an accident but it looked STUNNING)
plus she'd had a really bad day because a patient had yelled at her for something that wasn't her fault so I made sure to let her know she was doing great and it really seemed to help her feel better.
Just. Please. Find opportunities to compliment people.
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I see requests are open but if this is a sensitive topic just ignore:
kinda curious as to what you think ellie would be like comforting a partner who's going through a little bit of a depressive episode :( especially if they are the type of person to try to hide it from other people
(this might be a little self indulgent on my end won't lie but hey we all have to cope somehow)
Hey hun, I hope you're doing alright :( I know alot of people say this but it WILL get better. Remember you're not alone! I'm also open to talk to, or just be there to listen, either way I wish everyone alot of strength during these times. Stay strong💞
Remember not to buy the games, watch the gameplay instead -> how to help palestine
Rough times
ellie williams x gn!reader
Warning/s: breakdown, petnames, fluff and angst, cuddling, no use of y/n
I turned this into a little scenario/fanfic since I'm honestly bad with words, or hc's. I just let the way she might react flow.
Ellie had noticed.
Of course she had noticed, she was your girlfriend afterall. And she wasn't a complete fool.
She had noticed your usual blabbering coming to a halt. She had noticed your once hopeful face falling into a worried, numb and yet exhausted expression. Your behavior changed, too. You were fidgety, often zooned out, especially when you two were out to get supplies.
But she also had noticed the way you tried to hide it.
You were the hope of jackson — sure you weren't a literal cure like ellie, but you painted the white and black parts of the town, added colour to anything the second your face entered the scene, thats how ellie liked to call it, and it never failed to make you laugh.
You never let anything prevent you from making people happy, not even your own depression. A warm embrace, an ear to listen and a mouth to comfort. Thats what you were.
You said the words that you wished someone had said to you when you were are at the lowest part of your life.
Ellie wasn't completely different from you. She had bottled everything up, especially after she found out about joel lying to her. She hid her emotions, took a break from people and stayed in her room as long as she could, only coming out to get some food. But when you stepped in, the glass within her finally broke and she let it out. You were there to comfort her through it and you told her that no matter what, you would always be there to comfort her.
Which was yet another reason why you backed away from everything, you didn't want your own feelings to stop ellie from coming to you. You didn't want to make her feel guilty for talking to you while you were not doing good either.
But who were you to hide it from ellie? She would find it out eventually, you were sure of it.
You didn't know that it would happen so fast though.
-
She called out your name as she left a good distance between you two.
Ellie had come home pretty late, but you didn't mind. You were just sitting on the couch, reading some book you had found.
A little hum assured her that you had heard her.
"Are.... are you alright?"
You perked up at her words, tilting your head as you stared at her.
"uh, yes..? Are you alright?"
Of course you had to change the thema. But ellie wouldn't let down that quick.
"Are you sure?" This time she said your name a bit more sternly, looking down to your frame as she neared you, your book already lying forgotten on the floor "listen, I know you and I know that something is off– I just.. just wanna know—"
"Nothing is off, ellie" you didn't mean to, but it was as if you had spat these words out, venom lacing in your voice.
Fortunately ellie knew you good enough to know that you weren't mad at her. Only mad at the situation.
"Stop trying to hide— others might not notice but I d—"
"There's nothing wrong, ellie!"
"Lower your voice, I.. know something is going o-"
"I told you. Nothing. Is. Going. On!"
Pause, silence filled the air.
You were breathing slightly heavier now, waiting for ellie to choose her next words. Probably something about how she needs you to open up so she can understand you, or a simple 'just say it'. You almost let your own scenarios take over you as you gritted your teeth, opening your mouth to—
"Please"
Oh
It was so hard. So hard not to burst out crying. So hard not to throw yourself in her arms, especially after she begged for an explanation.
Her eyes were filled with guilt, but she wasn't crying yet. She was just staring down at you, biting her lip as she shifted her weight from one leg to another.
And suddenly your mouth was dry, yet so full. When you tried parting your lips, strings of saliva connected them. A strangling feeling pressured your throat.
And then you let it out. Your first sob, in a long, long time.
Ellie wasted no time offering you comfort. Sure, she was awkward as hell by these things, but she knew you knew that. She only hoped that you'd also know that she cared more about you than a little hug.
Chokes and gasps came out of your throat, eyes swelling with tears. If you didn't feel like drowning in your own tears and emotions right now, you'd probably have the time to feel embarassed.
"Shhh, baby.." she took you in bridal style, going to the bed and letting you rest on her. You hugged her back, arms tightening all around her. But she didn't mind. She'd offer you any kind of support, as long as it would make you feel better.
Her own throat soon started to feel dry and tight, but she wouldn't let that happen. No, it was your time now.
She let you cry it out, not as if you could talk anyway right now. A few sweet nothings came from her mouth as her own arms started to shake. She hated to see you like this. So vulnerable, so broken and full of sadness.
"I-it's okay, it's.. you're alright, let it out, my love"
You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest. And when all she heard were your hopeless chokes and gasps against her, she grabbed your chin, making you look into her soft eyes.
Your eyes were bloodshot, hair slightly messy and your cheeks were drained with tears, but she still thought you were so beautiful.
"My pretty baby.." she murmured, leaning in to kiss each one of your cheeks, your chin, forehead, the tip of your nose and then finally your lips. You gave her full permission to explore you, and only then, when the lack of oxygen became a problem did she part away from you.
She didn't expect you to open up. She wouldn't pressure you either, she would wait, as long as she'd have to.
"Look, it's all okay– y-you're here, and as am I, right?" A broken chuckle left her lips, fuck was she bad at this, but you just laughed. Oh that laugh.
"There it is, my highlight of the day" A glimpse of adoration crossed her face, and she had you nuzzling your head into her.
She sighed, half out of relief and your warmth against her body.
"I'm with you in this, whatever it is. I.. I wont leave your side, never."
And then, when there was no other reply than a sound of acknowledgment coming from you, she started humming a lullaby. There were no real words, nothing other than the smoothness of her voice, the vibrations of her body, and the sound of her heart.
Tiredness grew over your body, she knew. She felt you going limp, felt your eyes fighting to stay open, so with final words she allowed you to drift off into a slumber, assuring you she wouldn't ever leave your side.
"I love you"
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EVE AND LILITH THEORY
Okay so we don't know why lilith went missing for seven years. But what I do know is this ain't lilith
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Lilith hair is slicked back in every backstory we see of her
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In the photos, we see that'd show if she has her horns or slick back hair, which is covered by hats or completely cut off.
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But I know for sure in this scene right here before what probably was before lilith left it looked like Eve
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And here's my theorys.
NUMBER ONE:LILITH IS CONTROLLED BY EVE. (Far fetched and wrong words but you'll see what I mean)
it could be their the same penny on different sides like in brittle bones Nicky number two when the devil and God are the same people
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Like the lyrics "I'm mufasa and I am scar" it's like yin and yang
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In goodness, theirs evil and in evil theirs goodness.
THEORY NUMBER 2:EVE AND LILITH MADE A DEAL.
Lilith was a famous woman in hell, not just because of being queen but also because of her singing. (Can't wait to see who is casted for her I hope it's someone who can hit high notes). Maybe lilith wanted to "get away" from everything but still wanted to be in touch and see what's going on hence all the eyes everywhere in hell.
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And maybe Eve wanted a family. Cause adam does not seem like someone you'd wanna spend your whole (after)life with. Eve probably wanted someone who'd love her and by lucifer loving lilith and forgets things like where charlie was even though he's not a bad guy and says vaggie as maggie. Lucifer probably dissociated so much he forgot lilith looked different but still loved lilith who was infact Eve.
THEORY NUMBER 3:EVE IS DEAD
I don't think she made it into heaven, unlike Adam. Cause by what we've seen, no one knows why people go to heaven, not even a seraphim (the highest rank of angel right below the power god has but the second highest rank.)
THEORY NUMBER 4:THEY BOTH RAN AWAY
Powerful women becoming wives arc 🤷‍♂️
THEORY NUMBER 5:EVE HAS ALASTORS SOUL.
Look I don't know much but I do know eve does that whole pretty little liars smile and shushing the mouth thing. Who better to own alastors soul then someone who smiles no matter what?
THEORY NUMBER 6:ALASTOR KILLED EVE
Look, Eve was probably the first human to fall besides Well lilith who fell with lucifer. Eve could've been one of the higher overlords that alastor broadcasted killing.
THEORY NUMBER 7: LUTE IS EVE
Yknow I thought this one was a far stretched one. Theirs 3 clues. Lutes personality was like someone who could put up with Adam. And I know Adam made the exorcist. But vaggie didn't like Adam and before she fell she didn't like killing a demon.
Lute has the same personality as Adam but is way more serious then Adam is so Adam doesn't blow anything but she doesn't get mad when he gets close to doing it and when he did she stayed by his side agreeing with him.
Lute was personally distraught by Adam's death. And of course, she isn't like this with no one else. Why didn't the exorcist get distraught that they were obviously around him?
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I HAD THIS THIUGHT IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS WITH KRUEGER AND NOT EVEN A SEXY THOUGHT ALTHOUGH HE IS SEXY
Learning German with Krueger and it's not even sexy because yall have a platonic relationship but it's basically that meme when you're doing math homework with your dad as a kid. Krueger is losing his patience, you're failing miserably, and the paper is soaked in tears. If you're wearing a balaclava or a fabric face cover like him/König everyone can see the tears. Imagine the reader being a strong and talented soldier who barely flinches or cries during life threatening situations but is in tears when learning German.
Even better if there are people watching yall because KRUEGER is this 👌close to snapping. You probably require more comfort after German lessons more than missions.
KJEFJHBKEFKJHBEFJHKB THIS IS KILLING ME BECAUSE THAT'S HIM. Short-tempered old bastard, would absolutely stress you out and make you cry because of the pressure, sometimes he doesn't even yell at you, but you can tell + his annoyed chuckles are enough to know he's losing his patience and is about to flip the fucking table. 😭😭
Bonus points if he's TRYING to teach you while you're eating, the place full of other soldiers who can do nothing but watch in a mix of amusement and pity, knowing they can do nothing because they don't wanna piss off the big man who killed civilians AND they're getting their own flashbacks from being dumb kids being taught math by strict fathers jkenffhjbh
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v3lv3tsin · 18 hours
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HEESEUNG DRABBLE
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pairing: lee heeseung x reader | genre: friends to lovers | warning: no warnings <3 | word count: 0.5k
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New year's Eve. The moment when everything changes. The start of a new beggining. The night when everything changes. Little did you know that he had other plans.
The air was cold and people downstairs were getting ready for the new year countdown, while you and Heeseung stood outside on the balcony. Your best friend.
"I don't get this whole hype over new year's day..." He mumbled.
"I do. It's a fresh start, like all of your mistakes from previous year get cleaned out." You explained to him, hoping he understands the idea.
"Oh yeah?" He moved closer. "So in two minutes we can act like this never happened?"
You didn't understand what he meant, until he lifted your chin up and pressed his warm lips against yours. You kiss him back coming closer with your body to his. His hands found your hips and brought you closer, intensifying the kiss. His tongue slowly danced with yours in an almost primal rythm. You got lost in the kiss and forgot about everything. Until you heard the people screaming 1 and the fireworks going off.
"Happy new year, i guess!" You said breathlessly, while looking at him blushing.
"Happy new year." He smiled, leaning down to whisper into your ear. "You know, this kiss wasn't my new year's resolution."
"Then what is it?" You asked curiously while looking at him.
"It's something i should've done a long time ago..." He smirked before pressing his lips against yours again. His hand slid up to the side of your neck and his thumb caressed your cheek softly.
"So you liked me for some time." You say while blushing as you look at him.
"A little bit more than you just liked." Heeseung chuckled, as his thumb kept moving in circles on your cheek. His lips broke away from yours as he looked at you with more passion. "A lot more."
"That's why you never told me." You said giggling while looking at him.
"Mhm." He grinned and leaned down again, placing his hands on your waist as he brought you closer once more. "I just figured I wouldn't tell you, but show you instead."
"And you had to wait until the last day of the year." You wrap your hands around his neck, teasing him.
His smirk turned to a grin as he played with a strand of your hair, twisting it around his finger. His grip on your waist tightened. "What better time than now?" He kissed you again, slightly more passionate.
"You're right." You say kissing him back, playing with his hair as you two kiss. He moaned as your fingers were messaging his scalp. He squeezed your sides tightly as he leaned into the kiss, his hand moving lower and lower until they came at your lower back.
"Soo don't you wanna ask me something?" You say giggling, teasing him reffering to him asking you to be his girlfriend.
"Mmm. I guess i do." He smirked. He pulled away for a moment, just to tease you a bit more before letting your heads come back together. He kissed you passionately again and then looked at you, staring into your eyes. "Do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
"I would love to be your girlfriend." You say smiling kissing his cheek.
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candeathbereal · 2 days
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Astro observations
Sister signs are the funniest to look at sometimes, because much like sisters there will be the similarites. For instance, Leo and Aquarius are both cocky asf but you know what the difference is between them? Idk if it's just the leos I've met or what but they will say they don't care what others think of them and yet when you say something about them all of the sudden they in their feelings. I can say this as a leo rising too cause bitch, no puedo mentir....if you talk about my looks I might feel some kind of way lowkey. Mostly because it is one of those things that I take seriously about myself so it feels really odd when someone who (in my opinon) doesn't look as good as me and disses me on the way I look...I'm going to be acting (with a lack of better words) like a bitch. I think this is why I get along with libra placements so well because I swear if a libra calls you ugly, you know they can say that shit with no worry of pushback. Like have you see libra placements...motherfuckers rule Venus for a reason (taurus are also pretty but it is defeintly different if you know what I mean, I jsut wanted to point that out since Taurus also rule Venus and I didn't want any confusion). Moving on what I wanted to point out is that Aquarius (at least from the ones I've met) honestly don't seem to care. Like I think depending on the placemetns of the person it could change some stuff up but overall most Aquarius I have met in certain things say they don't care and they won't. Like if you say shit about something they don't care about...they simply won't really react as opposed to thier sister sign leos (fire signs can't help it, it is me I am the fire sign).
Literally Leos it's okay to care about shit...like own up to it. It's better than contradicting yourself. And yes ranting a whole bunch about something does count as caring about it. I'm sorry to break the news to you (i know breaking news people care about things). I do wanna repeat that this is based off my own personal experience as a leo rising with my sun in aries (17 degree) and my venus in the fifth degree (if you don't know those are leo degrees), so I am calling myself out a bit when I wrote this.
Moving on, I might write more about the sister signs in another post
Is it just me or are a lot of Pisces suns I've met happen to be left handed? Like I assume being left handed and a Pisces is one of the biggest coincidences I have experienced in my life. It's even funnier cause I remember meeting a person who was ambidextrous and they had a Gemini sun, libra moon, and a Pisces mars. I asked them if they were left handed and just had to learn how to write with their right hand (apparently left handed is connected to Satan or something like that) , but actually they just decided to write with their left hand as well because it felt more balanced to them. I find it funny because of the whole thing of doubles in these three signs. Gemini= Twins, Libra= Scales, and Pisces = two fish.
Alright final thing, mercury in the fifth house in synastry is definitely a moment to experience. It is one of my favorite house overlays in synastry from usually being one of the most fun conversations I have had with someone with this overlay. Generally speaking air house overlays with mercury is great but something about the fifth house really goes for me. I want to assume it's because my fifth house is in sag and I already have a ninth house stellium natally plus a sag mars. Plus my Aries mercury is helpful in this as well but ehh.
Anyways I would love to hear you guy's thoughts, or even any suggestions on what I should talk about next.
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animentality · 2 days
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I just wanna remind the class that Sirius Black was an awful character. He basically did nothing to help or protect Harry through all of the books where he was alive, and while I agree that Harry sucks, and I wouldn't want to protect him either, it's still a mark against his character and speaks to like, the total incompetence of JK Rowling as a writer.
In book 3 he endangered the trio by dragging Pettigrew under the Whomping Willow and getting them involved in his bullshit, when he could've just waited for a better opportunity instead of literally diving on Ron in front of his friends and dragging his ass away. Like really? Harry is in Gryffindor, idiot, he's not gonna let his best friend get eaten by a dog. Also Harry had to watch his parents die. You really wanted him to watch you murder a guy? You're stupid as hell.
You're also a fucking dog, and Pettigrew is a RAT. Neither of you have a wand. You can easily outpace a rat and then tackle him if he tries to change into a human. Also Crookshanks. Corner him when he tries to make a run for it. Don't dive on him when there are people around.
Also even if he runs, what the fuck is stopping you?
You have nothing going on. No 9 am meetings. Chase him away from Hogwarts so you can hunt his ass in peace. Don't bring Harry into it at all. You have nothing but time.
Then the only good thing he does is lose Pettigrew, vaguely save the kids from a werewolf, which is kind of his fucking fault, I might add.
And then passes out so that Harry can save HIM. Then he has to be saved again from returning to Azkaban.
Now you can at least excuse book 3 Sirius because the guy is absolutely nuts after 12 years in evil wizard prison. He's cracked and he's not thinking straight. And him being hunted by the government isn't really his fault. He's a red herring. The big plot twist is that he's not evil and that's "fine." It's acceptable.
But book 4?
Oh my god he's so useless.
He's there for Harry to send letters to, and then NOT help him at all.
The only thing he does is get interrupted by Ron before he can tell Harry to do something really stupid, which is hit the dragon in the fucking eye, something that could've easily gotten him burned or stomped on, or still hit with the Horntail's tail. Harry basically figured it out because of fake Moody, not Sirius.
Then Sirius' guidance is just a red herring of "oooh watch karkaroff" gee thanks buddy.
I'm so glad you're here just so JK Rowling can misdirect the audience. Again.
He also gives exposition about Barty Crouch.
Again, for the misdirect, of thinking Barty Crouch is bad.
But that's it.
There are far better ways to give exposition on Crouch. I'd argue the movie did it better and in a more dramatic way.
He then does nothing whatsoever to help Harry with the 2nd or 3rd tasks. His greatest utility is as a support animal at the end of book 4.
It's actually amazing how he does nothing for the entirety of Goblet of Fire.
He basically just comes back to Britain so he can die in the next book.
And then that's where he's at his worst before dying.
He encourages Harry to do dangerous and stupid things. He does stupid things himself and makes Harry, the 15 year old boy, worry about him, a grown ass man, because he hates being home.
I know that people have childhood trauma and all that, but for fucks sake.
He would not be a suitable guardian for a child ever because he puts himself first.
And before you fuckheads start insisting that's the "tragedy" of his character and it's so emotional and deep, yak yak, I don't want to hear it because he's a fucking plot device before a character.
His whole role in book 5 is to make you think he's gonna do something stupid.
And then he does.
And then he dies.
And it's crazy because he's a wildly popular character, despite the fact that he's terrible. But I can't even really criticize the popularity, because it's mostly carried by Gary Oldman being hot, and also doing a way better job of making us give a shit about him.
I can't express enough how absolutely stupid and awful it was for Sirius to brush Harry off when he was afraid he was becoming evil after seeing nagini attack Arthur!! this is the last fucking book Sirius is alive and this is like the last time they really get to talk one on one.
the scene with Gary Oldman telling him he's not evil... it literally outweighs every fucking Sirius Black scene in the goddamn books!! and it's an original scene.
the director realized that we have to remember we actually like Sirius because of how little he has to do in the main plots.
but it fucking worked.
the warmth that Gary Oldman exudes in that movie is genuinely charming.
but the book Sirius???
NOT. IT.
There's nothing wrong inherently with excusing some of this crap for drama or storytelling purposes, I just object to the fact that the character himself could've been far more interesting and sympathetic.
He could've actually been helpful or proactive or had something to do with the plot that wasn't just acting as a red herring, which I might add he did literally 3 times. First he's not a villain, second it's not Karkaroff or Crouch, and then third he's not actually in the ministry building, Harry's just an idiot.
The childhood best friend of a kids dead father has so much potential.
But he's shuffled and sidelined and treated like a prop before a person. His charming nature is just for fun, it doesn't actually bring anything out of Harry, aside from the protectiveness he feels for all of his friends.
He's vaguely funny sometimes and cracks a few jokes and tells the kids they're dumb every once and a while.
And that's it.
I really can't express enough how absolutely fumbled his character is. We don't get enough of him talking about James or his time at Hogwarts.
Ironically Snape gives Harry way more info on what his dad was like, in like, all of his flashback scenes.
We never got to see the warm side of James that wasn't associated with bullying Snape.
Sirius would've been a great way to balance that out... but we never get his perspective on it.
He's there to dump exposition and be saved.
And it's such a waste.
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I have a very specific Hazbin AU idea and no actual plot so I'll throw it out there.
Human AU, specifically with Rosie and Alastor in a marriage of convenience. Alastor finds no interest in anyone but finds Rosie delightful, and Rosie has perhaps been "mysteriously" widowed a few times and need the financial support for The Times.
I don't think Alastor was a cannibal when he was alive, but it's part of Rosie's identity, so maybe when he kills people, he, like...gives them to her? idk cannibalism makes me real uncomfy but I thought it'd be an almost funny dynamic. It's certainly a way to dispose of a body without having to dump it somewhere(and thus getting shot in the fucking face).
Also funny dynamic, queer human Vox really likes Alastor and catches his very fruity vibes, but Alastor 1. has -1000 interest in Vox's very existence, and 2. doesn't understand the "coded language" Vox uses because Alastor isn't really in queer circles. Not that he'd horribly mind, but he's not gonna put in the effort to be in them, yknow? So Alastor is there, completely fucking oblivious with a sinister smile while Vox is fuming in frustration over failing to hit on him.
...and maybe a special little girl and her daddy make him just a little bit better of a person and a lot more happy. Just, y'know, if you wanna.
And teeny Charlie can have Auntie Rosie as the cool aunt she was made to be. They watch musicals together and Rosie is a very exuberant audience when Charlie tries to replicate them as a one-girl show by herself.
Oh, this would also be a fun setting for a certain pimp to maybe lose his head. Figuratively or literally. Preferably literally.
ADDING BECAUSE I THOUGHT OF ANOTHER THING: Rosie meeting Angel and thinking he's an absolute darling, and thn finding out about his situationwith Valentino and going to Alastor like, "Alastor, sweetie, could you be a doll and get me something real special to eat? I've got a very specific craving." Alastor objects solely because he's such a powerful figure that it would draw attention to them, and points out it would also leave a power vacuum and a number of vulnerable people more vulnerable.
So Rosie decides to run a competing brothel out of her Emporium, and ends taking a lot of business and workers from Valentino.
It's so funny to me to imagine aroace Alastor just having casual interactions with like a room full of sex workers, completely unfazed, listening to their sordid tales.
And if the subjects of some of those stories go missing, well, who's to know what happened, right?
But mostly I want QPP Alastor/Rosie without the label being married not cuz they're in love but because society is silly and they're besties. Who maybe sometimes do murders together.
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babybluebex · 3 days
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BEX I HAVE A THOUGHT
so there’s this Photo from when dommy went to the sag awards this year:
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and all i can think about is your blurb abt “the scene” and like
What If yall’s film was nominated for an award and y’all are on the carpet . the look he’d give you as he’s watching you get interviewed n stuff?.? like the proud smile AGH
anyways this is the thought from 1am my time gn <3
oh yes, i can see you guys being in a very steady and good relationship ever since your first night together, but not announcing your relationship to the public, and that's pretty much your "fault", you wanted to try to get people in the industry to take you seriously and not think you're just some little girl who falls in love with the first guy to look at you, and dom understands your reservations, so you two haven't announced anything
but that definitely doesn't mean that you escape suspicion, you're always spotted out at lunch or at pubs together, basically attached at the hip the whole time, and paps notice the way dom will play with your hair or your skirt, basically the way he can get handsy, and somehow the popular narrative becomes that you two are fwbs and not actually dating
but YES the movie starts to get a lot of critical acclaim, but most of it is pointed specifically at YOU, people LOVE your performance and say that it's the best performance they've seen in years, and you're getting nominated for a bunch of "best actress" awards at various shows and you start WINNING?? and you're always sitting next to dom, and he has to REALLY exercise control when you win, he wants to just grab you and kiss you but he knows you're not comfortable with that yet, so it's just a gentle hug and good-natured pat on the back
but he's pulling THAT exact face in the bg of you being interviewed about your historic run of wins, like he's not exactly in frame of the camera but people find another angle of the interview that shows him better and he's just cheesing up a storm
and oh my god, the night before the academy awards, you're nominated for best actress and dom is for best supporting actor, and the odds are looking in your favors, but you're crying on dom's chest, so terrified about what will happen if you win, you're scared that it means you've peaked and will never have anything like this again
and dom shushes you and kisses your teary cheeks, "shh, honey, it's ok... look, i got you a present, do you wanna see it? i wasn't gonna give it to you until tomorrow night, after we've both won, but i can give it to you now" and he rolls out of bed and pulls his pajama pants up his skinny hips as he goes to his luggage, and he grabs a small box from his suitcase and gives it to you, and you sniffle as you open it, and you first come across a flannel buttoned shirt, and you instantly recognize it "... this is the shirt you wore—" "to the bar our first night together," dom nods, "what was that... two years ago, i guess? but i hardly wear it because it used to smell like the perfume you wore that night... it doesn't so much anymore, but it's still sentimental to me. but i want you to have it" "oh, dom, i can't—" "yes you can" and he nods at the box "there's more in there, go on"
and you move back into the box and push aside the paper filling up the empty space, and you find a delicate box in the bottom, obviously a jewelry box, and your mouth goes dry, bc it's a small square box and you know what that means and you sorta whisper "dominic?" and his eyes are sparkling as he gently takes the ring box into his hand and opens it, and you gasp
the ring is beautiful, your dream ring, and you harken back to a few months before, when bella had asked you to help her pick out an engagement ring, and you had given opinions the whole day, but under the pretense of helping her, what cut you liked and what gemstone, and it suddenly clicks into place: bella, the absolute sneak, had colluded with dom to figure out what your perfect engagement ring was "oh my god, dommy, yes"
"i didn't even ask you anything" dom smiles with playfully narrowed eyes "but i know what you're gonna say, and fuck, yes" you sob and grab him tight and draw him into a hug, and he kisses you and fumbles blindly to put the ring on your finger
and the next night, you're all dressed up for the oscars, and vanity fair is there to make a video on dom getting ready, and they tell you that it'll come out after the awards show, and you and dom are free to be a cheesy annoying engaged couple because you've already decided exactly how and when you're going to announce it that night
and it comes time for the awards show, you're all sitting together, you and dom and your director (who was nominated for best director), and best supporting actor comes up first (not the first award, but out of the nominations y'all have, it comes first in the night), and your heart is in your throat as they flash up clips from the movies of each actor, and you notice the cheering is just a little louder when dom's clip is onscreen, and you think you actually pass out when the announcer calls out "dominic sessa!" but you're drawn right back to reality by dom grabbing you and hugging you, and your mouth is just gaping like a fish, unable to form words as you grab his face and tear up, and you want to kiss him, but you can't, not quite yet
he gets up to the stage, and he does his little gasping laugh "oh wow..." gazes lovingly at the oscar statue in his hand "this thing is heavier than i thought it would be..." and the whole audience laughs "but um, this is an honor... i sorta stumbled into this field— literally, actually, i stumbled, i fell and broke my leg and couldn't do sports, so i decided to try acting on a whim, and— whatever, but this was never the plan for me, but this award is... it means a lot..." and he takes a breath and squints in the stage lights to find you and he smiles "i think actors are defined by certain roles in their lifetimes... pacino as corleone, schwarzenegger as the terminator... and even though this role will always have a special place in my heart, the role i think most defines me... is the role of husband. and for that, i have to thank my beautiful wife, and by extension, our director and screenwriter and casting director, if you guys hadn't put her in my life, i wouldn't have her, and that role means more to my heart than anything else does... oh, shi— crap, they're telling me to wrap it up, haha. anyway, yeah, um, wife, director, crew, my other actors, the academy, and, um, is ryan gosling here this year? yeah, you're cool too"
and he gets offstage and comes to you, and you finally FINALLY get to kiss him, and you see the cameras starting to swarm you, and you take care to put your hand on his face, to let everyone see the ring
and now that the cat's out of the bag, you're not afraid to be loving and cute together, and your director wins her award, and you get a notification on your phone that your movie is trending online, associated with "SWEEP!!", and suddenly the pressure starts to gnaw at you and your stomach turns, but your fiancé is luckily very in tune with you, and he gets up and leaves for the bar in the back of the room and quickly returns with a small glass of ginger ale and rubs your back as he whispers "hey, you're gonna be ok, it's all gonna be fine" "dommy i don't wanna win" you whimper and he shushes you "well, honey, i'm gonna be honest here, i think you are gonna win" dom tells you "i don't think you have a choice, so what you're gonna do, when they call your name, all you gotta do is just go up there, and look at me. don't look at the cameras, don't look at margot robbie or anyone, just look at me" "what happens if i puke?" you whisper "i'll clean it up" dom says instantly, without a single thought "wh-what happens if i can't talk up there?" you ask, and you're certain dom's patience is wearing thin, but if it is, he's not letting it show even remotely "i'll talk for you" dom says, and gently urges you to sip your drink to calm your stomach "look, you are amazing, you deserve this award— if they gave my untalented ass a fucking oscar, then you are way more qualified to win than i am— and winning doesn't mean you've peaked. it means it's just beginning" and he shifts a little closer to you and pushes your hair behind your ear, and he whispers "tell you what— if you get on that stage and thank only the academy and then immediately leave, if that's all you do... i'll eat you out in the car on the way to the after party. deal?" and you sniffle and give a weak laugh, but you nod at him, and he grins "i mean, i'd do that anyway, but if that's the incentive you need..."
and the lights dim to signal the end of commercial break, and you feel sick the whole time as they're announcing the nominees for best actor, and you're so acutely aware of the big camera rig next to you, capturing your every reaction, and you go hot when they flash the clip of you and you notice the louder cheers, just like before
and you must have been too busy trying not to throw up that you didn't even hear your name announced, you just hear the cheering, and suddenly dom's got his hands on you, pulling you out of your seat and hugging you, and you just feel numb, but your feet work you up to the stage and you're handed the statue, and you look out past the lights and the audience full of industry giants, and you lock eyes with dom and you swallow thickly "... why is this so goddamn heavy..." you mumble and there's laughter "baby, you could've told me" and dom grins and shrugs "i just... really don't know what to say... um... thank you to the academy, who thought i'm worthy of this.... and my husband said that's all i gotta say, so i think i'm gonna go before i puke everywhere"
and you get back to your seat, and you feel a lot better now that it's over, and dom kisses you so sweetly, and you two goofs continue your goof streak and make your oscars kiss like barbie dolls
(and dom makes good on the promise he made hehe)
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Vash the Stampede
Vash is such a fun, interesting, silly, sad, angry, traumatized and generally complex character, that sometimes I feel like there are probably parts of him that I didn't see or I fully don't understand. Which is wonderful, because that makes him all the more real, in a way.
So, I wanna talk about him by writing what I understood about him. Though, this is a view through the lenses of Stampede, not the 98 anime or the manga (which this last one is a lot more complex than the animes, obviously, lol. But lately I have been writing about Stampede, so ya, I will just continue with this version for now...).
First off, obviously, Vash cares about people a lot. And does his best to help them and keep people from hurting and killing each other as much as possible. Which is kind of a hard task, even for him with his superhuman abilities and knowledge and experience he acquired for over a century, because after all he is still only one person, he cannot resolve everyone's problems no matter how hard he tries. Especially when his brother makes their already struggling living conditions worse in his "revenge against all Humans mission". For not saying that Knives also has a habit of targeting with worse violence the places and people that Vash connected to (like for e.g. what he did to Rollo and the Windmill Village and his direct attack on Jeneora Rock) ... so ya, way to terrorize and traumatize your brother Knives. You are a terrible brother... (and a bitch; sorry, but he gets on my nerves, in good way, after all he is the main antagonist/villain).
Also, Vash cares a lot about Humanity because of Rem and her sacrifice for the survival of the SEEDS ships’ people on NML. Of course, Vash is gonna try to take care of the people his mother died for. But he also does it because of his trauma and guilt of watching and letting all of those people die in the Fall and because he understands the pain of losing loved ones, which he did not just with Rem's sacrifice but also lost his brother through betrayal and abuse from said brother... he doesn't want for such pain, death and destruction to happen again, so he does his best to save everyone, to give everyone a chance to be better and live alongside their loved ones. And he extends this help not just for people that have been hurt but to people that hurt others, including his brother.
He holds on the hope that everyone can change for the better.
Also, little important sidenote before continuing: just because Vash believes this, it doesn't mean that he is naive. He knows when people, like Woowoo, have bad and/or hidden intentions, and he knows that most of the "weird" homicidal people sent after him are so by his brother. He knows Humans are also capable of doing horrible things without the influence of his brother. After all, he saw what Humans did to Tesla as well. He was hurt by Humans more than his brother ever was. He is not stupid. He doesn't trust blindly. (Also, there is an interesting flashback in the Plant Soup dream where kid Vash and kid Knives are sitting under a tree, and Vash asks Nai if he thinks they could get along with Humans. And either or not that is a real moment from the past or just a Plant Soup created scenario by Knives, it still shows that Vash always probably had his doubts and fears about connecting to other Humans besides Rem.)
And no matter how much NML and its people try to beat down that hope he doesn't give up. And we see it in how hard he worked to protect Jeneora Rock and to understand and help Wolfwood. After all, no matter how many times he fails or is beaten he cannot let anyone suffer, he just moves to help and protect without thinking, like he said to Wolfwood in ep 10. This is one of the reasons why he let Wolfwood follow him, despite his suspicions of him and being angry at him for killing Rollo, and why he insisted and encouraged Wolfwood to save Livio on the sandsteamer. He gave Woowoo hope by stopping him from going directly for the kill, and instead to start looking for clues on a way he could get his little brother back, which it happened as he noticed Livio flipping his ammunition in a very familiar way. Unfortunately, Wolfwood and Vash are characters that seem to be followed by bad luck, and Livio ends up dying (he is possibly alive/resurrected, but the poor boys don't know that...). Though, let's be real, that bad luck mostly comes from Millions Knives and his creepy cult...
Another thing is that, before the main events of the series, the situation is made worse for Vash when Knives puts the bounty on his head, because now it's not only Knives and his minions that he has to worry about but also the Humans that will actively hurt and hunt him for the money while he tries to help them, and Vash was already known and feared as the Humanoid Typhoon 20 years prior to the series, aka when he talks to Rollo and he tells him that Vash is known as the Humanoid Typhoon and a "walking disaster", and being probably blamed for stealing Plants as well, when people saw Knives doing it, but still, after all these years and struggles, Vash still does his best to help everyone.
And considering all that Knives did and still does, many people would believe that the solution to stop all of this pain and death (or at least a large part of it) is to kill Millions Knives. And, obviously, the only one that could accomplish that is Vash the Stampede. However, there are some factors that stop Vash from doing so, and those are his belief in Rem's "blank ticket" ideology, the fact that the person he is meant to stop and kill is his brother that he still loves despite all the pain he caused him and his fear of Knives. So, the only thing he could do for a while was to run away from his brother while also trying hard to shield Humanity from his brother's wrath. Despite, in theory, lacking the power to do so. After all, Knives is the only one that was born with powers... or at least, that's what Rem and the boys’ thought at first.
When it comes to Vash's powers or apparent lack of them, well, this obviously is something that makes him inferior to his brother. For most of their lives Knives always had power, be it his Plant powers, him snooping around the ship's data base and dragging Vash into it, which made the twins discover Tesla, causing the crash, giving Vash power by giving him the gun he will use for the rest of his life, ruling a whole city and cult, accusing Vash of crimes and putting a bounty on him. But Vash only found out he actually could do something, and more specifically something that makes him useful, when he connected with the Plant on ship 3 and when his draining arm activated when he reunited with Knives and Knives tried to kill Luida five years after the crash. And he makes himself and his powers useful by helping Humans and Plants around NML, after all he is responsible for the Fall too (at least that's what Knives said, and poor Vash actually believes it. Like, my sweet Plantman, it's not your fault that your brother decided to use the codes you gave him to crash the ships...). Another interesting thing about his powers, and more specifically his gate, is the fact (at least according to Conrad) that Vash's gate was kept closed by Vash's ethics and morality, and that those function as a defence mechanism. This boy is very determined in his ideals. Which makes sense why erasing Vash's mind and what makes Vash himself was Knives's "final plan" for him to get his brother back and to open Vash’s gate.
But the way Vash feels about his powers is unclear in Stampede. All we know is that, when the ships crashed, because of his guilt and lack of powers he believed he was useless, so he should just die... and this is probably made even worse when, after finding him, Brad accuses Vash of running away... which, as a little side rant, is like very dumb. Like, I understand Brad's frustration and distrust, however, despite Plants growing and learning quicker than Humans, it still doesn't change that Vash was obviously a CHILD at the time of the Fall. Also, he has no powers, and even if he had any, what could have he done? Like, really... I think that not even Nai and his powers would have helped stop the Fall in any way (if he wasn’t the one that caused the Fall and if he would have cared to try to do something to stop it, lol)... though, to be a little fair to Brad, at the time he accused Vash he wasn't aware that Vash didn't have powers, but the point of "how exactly could Vash have helped stop the Fall in any way if the captains and other people from the crew on the ships couldn't" still stands, side rant over... And probably the only thing that is certain about this is that Vash being capable to help Plants, and therefore also the Humans, was the thing that gave him back the desire to live. That and also Rem's memory and ideals, that he was reminded of through Luida.
And another thing that is certain is that Vash keeps his powers and even his "normal Human abilities", such as his physical strength and abilities and his shooting aptitude, hidden by playing up being goofy and clumsy (and I don’t mean to say he isn't naturally silly sometimes, but for the most part he overplays being silly) and by his huge coat, so he seems less threatening to the Humans, which makes it easier to connect to them. (Which makes me think that in season 2, most probably, he will get a look closer to his original one which will make him look more closed off, big/tall and threatening like his other counterparts. He will still be silly, just more broken... my boy *crying*)
And in the finally when his gate is opened and Vash finally properly uses its powers, he handles it very well. Surprisingly well, despite being the first time he uses them properly. And he ended up destroying a whole city with them, killing 90% of its Human population and his own brother... so ya, that's definitely gonna create negative feelings towards them, like his other counterparts in 98 and the manga had. But we will learn how what happened in July changed what he thinks about his Plant abilities in season 2. But this event definitely added to his already immense guilt... (my poor Plantman, can't get a break...)
Though, despite all of this pretty messy big rant of mine at this point, there are some problems with Vash's ideology and path throughout Stampede that I forgot to mention. And one of those is that, well, Vash feels way too responsible for the Fall to the point that he seems to forget the nuances of the situation Humans and Plants are going through on NML, as he prioritises helping Humans. And one of the things is, in this whole ordeal, what do the Plants feel and need, as they are used as tools to produce resources? But also, the thing is that, despite what Vash might think and feel, he shouldn't be responsible for everyone and their wellbeing. Again, he is only one person, he can only do so much. However, there is no denying that there is still the problem of Plants getting overused and eventually dying out. The only thing that is kinda a saving grace is Luida's garden... but still the problem it's that this solution is taking too long and people (both Humans and Plants) are suffering. Though, also, Vash is still trying to help Plants as well by healing them and teaching Humans how to take care of them wherever he can, and considering how little is known about Plants, what really could Vash do to help them be less used/depended on by Humans? Plus, I’m pretty sure that Knives’s solution of making all Plants Independents never crossed Vash or anyone else’s minds (and it might not be the best idea either, especially if they go about it the way Knives did…). Like, Vash and other people on NML that are knowledgeable about Plants on some level don’t have the answers for everything and they are stuck and barely surviving for the most part, unfortunately there is no immediate solution for stopping Plants’ suffering.
And also, Vash’s ideology and path aren't great because they are too self-sacrificial. Like, despite Vash's superhuman durability and capabilities, he still gets hurt, he still can die. And he still prefers to be the one hurt over and over, so he doesn't hurt and/or kill others... and, in a way, his solution, for over a century and for now, is kinda stuck in one place. But again, he is only one person, and despite his knowledge and capabilities, he doesn't have the answers to solving the very complicated problem of the survival and comfort of both Humans and Plants. (And a problem that, honestly, isn't really helped by his dear brother, at all...).
Also, his life and ideology make it hard for him to keep his promises, like the ones he did to Rosa, when he promised to get their Plant back and save the town, and to Rollo, when he said that he will save him... I mean, it's fair that he tried hard to save Jeneora Rock and he was kinda succeeding until his brother appeared and destroyed everything and he did return to Rollo with medicine, but by the time he did he was too late... this poor Plantman has a lot of bad luck.
And as much as Vash blames himself for what happened and continues happening to the people on NML, and Knives also blames his own actions on Vash (the bastard), Vash doesn't control Nai's decisions and actions. The Fall and its consequences aren't Vash's fault. The fact that his brother tortures, uses and kills people isn't his fault. Even if it can be said he is partially responsible for it, he actually isn't. Though, Vash surely feels he is... like, it's hard to "take care of" the person that hurt and abused you and other people around you for over a century, and used you (and your tortured sister - Tesla) as an excuse to do so...
But despite the messy relationship between them, the thing about the twins is that they love each other very much, but their contrasting extreme views kept them apart. And it's interesting that they also contrast each other in that Vash thinks so little of himself, so the only way for him to live is to look for a purpose, aka helping Humanity however he can, and Knives thinks too highly of himself, both as a brother and as a Plant, and so he creates his own purpose as the saviour of Plants.
(Their contrasts and parallels make me wanna scream.)
And when they finally reunite and confront each other, when Vash is finally ready to face Knives. They end up creating a big disaster again. I mean, mostly doing it again for Knives and for the first time for Vash, as in the first time he had no idea his brother caused the crash with the codes he gave him and the second time in July Vash actually actively created the energy and matter cube and created and shot the Angel Arm that destroyed the city, though he was still an unwilling participant in the destruction in both. And all of this because of their opposite views and desires, but also because of how much they depend on each other and how much they ended up shaping each other, despite having been separated for over a century.
And ya, it can be also argued that if Vash wasn’t a pacifist that he could have resolved his "brother issues" (that go way beyond just that, as too many innocent people get dragged into their conflict) and probably help Humans and Plants better... however, I don't think it's fair to force Vash to do such a thing if he doesn't want to... but then again, the world of NML, that is mostly controlled by his brother, is very unfair.
Okay, the point is that I love Vash very much and he makes me cry!! *screams into the void*
Vash... oh Vash... you beautiful sad silly creechur, I wanna hug you so bad. You don't have to take on all of that burden alone!!! (Maybe Woowoo and Meryl will help you value yourself, without the need for so much self-sacrifice...)
This Plantman deserves some love & peace for himself...
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summary: your peers wonder how the ever-so-annoying gojo satoru can stand being in a relationship with you pairing: sunshine!gojo satoru x grumpy!female reader genre: angst, fluff warnings: none
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"Did you guys know Gojo-sensei is dating-" Nobara looks around left and right before whispering your name in fear that you might be around.
"Ehhh?" Yuuji's eyebrows knit together. "No way. She's so scary and he's so...happy."
Nobara agrees, "She never smiles -- kinda looks like she has a permanent frown, too. She scares me."
"You think maybe she intimidated him to date her?"
Megumi watches as his two friends bicker about whether you and Satoru look good together, not realizing that you've heard everything they said. Megumi notices you've arrived to teach them and clears his throat, catching the attention of his two friends. He glances at you to check how you're doing after hearing what they said, but as expected, you remain professional and stoic. But Megumi knows better, he grew up under your and Satoru's wings after all.
"Shit." Nobara and Yuuji mutter under their breaths.
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It's fairly common for people to question your relationship with Satoru. He's this... happy-go-lucky guy who annoys everyone except those on the same wavelength as him, while you keep to yourself, prioritizing your alone time, and taking things seriously.
Sometimes, too serious.
You never let it get to you, though, because you don't really care what people say. You and Satoru are happy, that's all that matters. Until recently, when those jerk Kyoto students came over to train, they started talking about you and Satoru.
"She's so serious all the time, I don't understand how Gojo puts up with her."
"I think he's scared to breakup with her."
"I bet she's high maintenance."
"Honestly, why is he with her when he can be with someone who's... not so difficult?"
You grit your teeth at that last comment. You can't tell who said what, but it doesn't matter. Their words got to your head and now you're angry. Angry because you're scared they might be right.
Does Satoru think you're difficult? You're not entirely sure how to show them that yes, you deserve Satoru despite being the dark, grumpy person you are.
Sighing, you decide to go home instead of joining the dinner. Satoru's not in there anyway, he just got back from a mission and is waiting for you at home.
Once you close the door to your apartment, you immediately feel Satoru's arm envelope around you from behind. He smells like fresh mint -- just got out of the shower.
"Hi darling," he kisses your cheek.
"Hi, Toru." You take your shoes off and give him a quick peck before making your way to the bedroom to put your stuff down.
Satoru watches you slowly, "hm, aren't you supposed to have that dinner with the Kyoto students today?"
Your jaw clenches, taking a second before shrugging. "Decided to skip it. I'm tired."
He just hums, "In that case, you wanna watch Bridgerton with me after your shower?"
"Again?" You groan, "Isn't it like the third time you've watched it?"
"Yes, and?"
"I'll skip, thanks."
He blows a raspberry and leaves you to shower while he lays down on the couch to watch Anthony Bridgerton fall in love with his Kate Sheffield.
While you were in the shower, the words kept coming back to you. Somehow more exaggerated. You're difficult. He doesn't like you. He's just tolerating you. Why would he be with someone who doesn't even smile? Look at him, Gojo is the epitome of sunshine. You're nothing like him. Why would he like you?
Groaning, you let the hot water wash away your thoughts -- though they don't really go away. Maybe you should just try to be nicer to Satoru, be more cheerful.
After your shower, you see him lying down on the couch while watching his show, and you sit on the other end, silently dreading having to watch the same show again. But you're doing this for Satoru, so you will.
With a satisfied grin, Satoru saunters over and lies down on top of you, his head resting on your chest. You smile softly, enjoying the tight grip he has on you and his soft hair between your fingers.
"How was the mission?" You ask, "Did you have to go to Shoko?"
Satoru shakes his head, "Sweetheart, it's me we're talking about here."
"You can still get hurt, Toru." You pat his hair gently, "I've seen you bleed."
"I'm always careful. Don't worry." He kisses your hand.
You sigh softly. You know Satoru is always careful, it's just that he always goes on missions alone, and more often nowadays that it makes you worry. Yes, he's the strongest, but you never want to take that for granted.
"Toru," You call him again, a little hesitant, "You know I love you, right?"
He lifts his head from your chest, staring at you with those big blue eyes. "Of course. And I love you. So much."
He kisses you deeply, now switching positions so you're lying down on top of him. "So do you want to talk about it?"
"No.." You mumble. Of course, Satoru knows. He isn't stupid. He can sense when something's wrong with you, just like how you can feel the scar on his hip that wasn't there before. He did go to Shoko.
But none of you say anything. You just hold each other tighter that night. It's more than enough.
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Satoru is on another mission. It's supposed to be easy, at least that's what he said 3 days ago. You haven't heard from him at all in 3 days and you're beginning to worry. Your frown is deeper than usual, you sigh more often, and your fuse is shorter.
Everyone's more scared of you.
You let the kids take a break while you try to collect your thoughts. You can't be seen so distracted, not when Satoru left you in charge of them.
"You doing okay?" You hear Megumi's voice approach you.
Blinking away the tears that almost fell, you turn around to face him. "I'm fine, Megs."
"I told you not to call me that..." He sulks as he stands next to you, leaning against the wall. He can see you're distraught, and growing up with you, there's only been a handful of times he's seen you like this.
"You know he's going to be fine, right?"
You sigh. "I'm just worried."
You remember there was a day when Satoru didn't come back for a week. He couldn't be reached, no one could track him down, and you were just at home, taking care of Megumi. The boy's more like you than Satoru, he's not exactly sensitive or cheery. But he knows when you're feeling sad, so he'd stay up with you, praying for Satoru's safety.
"Guys!" Yuuji runs towards you and Megumi.
"What is it, Yuuji?"
"It's Gojo-sensei-" He pants, "He's back!"
You run as fast as you can with Yuuji and Megumi, and you can finally see your white-haired, blue-eyed boyfriend limping his way back to the school grounds.
He raises his hand and waves to you with a big smile despite struggling to walk. "Tsk-" You frown even more, feeling the tears pooling again as you walk towards him and catch him in an embrace.
"Umph-" He groans. "Hi, baby."
You let go of him and check his injuries -- he's healed most of it himself, thank goodness, but the bruises are still there. "We need to go to Shoko-"
"Mm, that can wait." He pulls you to sit down on the soft grass, hugging you once again. "It's okay, I'm here now."
You choke on your own sobs and hug him tighter, sitting between his legs and burying your head in his chest. "You idiot."
"'M sorry for makin' you worry," he smiles gently, leaving kisses all over your face.
As you cup his face in your hands, you're suddenly very aware of the 3 pairs of eyes staring at you both. Noticing it too, Satoru covers your red, embarrassed face. "Okay, nothing to watch here. Go.. do something. Scram. Skedaddle."
Once the kids are gone, you examine his face before pressing your lips to his. He's here now. He's back. He's safe. "What took you so long?"
A smirk lingers on Satoru's lips. "I took a detour to Kyoto and went to teach some kids a lesson."
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