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asthe-crow-flies · 4 months

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Hospital Bed - Lolina: Origins

i am obsessed with this concept album its on bandcamp please go listen to it i need to not be the only person who cares about this

[id: a digital comic consisting of three pages, in grayscale and red.

the first page is four panels, each the width of the page. the first is all black. four beeps go diagonally down across the panel. the second panel is mostly black, with a somewhat fuzzy light in the middle left of the panel. it reads "what is this pain? what is this place?" in the third panel, the fuzzy image of a person is visible, the edges of the panel are still dark. it reads "am i alive? am i awake? what are these scars across my face?" in the fourth panel, a woman in a lab coat and a mask, the doctor, leans in. the right side of the panel is still dark. a speech bubble from the woman says "you are home". the narration interjects with "they say". the woman continues "you are safe."

the second page is three panels, the first one taking up most of the page, with the other two next to each other under it. the first panel is a birds-eye view of a room in a hospital. in the center is Lolina, a woman laying on a hospital bed. she has black hair, a bandage wrapped over her eye, and a red cut down the side of her face. the doctor stands next to the bed. sideways, in large letters, it reads "hospital bed, I'm back on mars." the second panel is a close-up of the upper half of Lolina's face, focusing on her left eye, which is red, and the bandage covering her other one. it reads "but i am wounded." the third panel is a close up of the lower half of her face, focusing on the cut on her cheek held together with butterfly bandages, and the large bandage on her other cheek. it reads "I feel the scars."

the third page is a drawing of the doctor standing by the bed, from Lolina's point of view. across it is dialogue interspersed with small panels. the doctor says "we can regrow your cells," and next to it is a small panel showing cells dividing. then she says "we can restore," and next to it is a panel showing the right half of Lolina's face, with her eye and cheek healed. then she says "you will go back," and next to it is a panel reading "Sandy's Place" in glowing red letters. the narration interjects with "they say." the doctor continues "to the life you had before." under it is a panel divided diagonally into four sections, the first showing red lips, the second showing black hair swishing, the third showing a pair of legs wearing red high heels, and the fourth showing a body from neck to hips, wearing a strapless red dress. under that the narration reads "to the life i had before". end id.]

(I've never written an id for a comic before and there was some visual stuff that was really tricky to describe so if I've messed something up or if something should be clearer please tell me and I'll try to fix it)

#this is by no means perfect but i NEED to get it posted so i can get myself to stop working on it in the middle of finals week #ive never made a comic before this was fun #lolina: origins #r l hughes #art #my art #seriously go listen to it its only one pound thats only a bit more than a dollar its way cheaper than it should be #it should have SO many trigger warnings though so i guess like dm me or whatever if you want more detail #there's also lyric videos by thevoidsings on youtube but supporting creators is important so if you watch those please also buy the album #if anyone's wondering (which im sure no one is) the comic is in grayscale but lolina is only black and white with no grays because that's #how she's drawn on the album cover and i liked how unsettling it made her look #also! her thoughts and narration have red in the letters and the organatech doctor's dont because shes the only one who gets any red #goddddddddd i need to get this out of my brain this is ruining my life #someone please please talk to me about this

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somelazyassartist · 8 months

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Ough I need to avoid my TAZ shelf when I'm tired, because reminding myself that The Adventure Zine and the graphic novels are right next to each other and how painful some of the differences between them are legitimately gives me a migraine. That and my eyes are weird so looking at comics for too long just does that anyways but I digress

#gods it hurts. like i can see the dates these are all printed and i can see the dates the original episodes were posted #and it's like. maybe it was accidental and maybe the vision for his character just happened to change naturally around that time. but.#it feels so painfully obvious when the changes to how Jocasta specifically is drawn were made and why (for part of it at least)#no idea where some of the really fucked up 'unintentional' implications came from but it's obvious SOMETHING changed #cuz man. like maybe it's JUST ME but it really just feels idk. icky. gross. makes my skin crawl.#maybe it's just cause these are close to tropes that I've had to become extremely aware of in other media cuz of how it depicts ppl like me #but like. i can't look at the two next to each other without feeling like legitimately icked out even though it's just a comic #idk. just don't really have anyone i can vent to that seems to take my feelings seriously because it's 'just a drawing you're overreacting'#other than my girlfriend who has very kindly listened to me get some of those frustrations out but at this point she's heard it all already #so there's like. nobody i trust to actually listen to why it makes me feel bad without judging me for being 'too negative' about a dumb GN #vent #tw taz gn #tag gn trigger warning

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allthedoorsareopennow · 5 months

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kofi's solo stuff ABSOLUTELY FUCKS ACTUALLY. I'm gonna have to teach myself some of this (looking at you, Drunken Sailor/Cooley's Reel/Old Maui/Wellerman medley)

#kofi young #original post #I swear some of the backing bits to the drunken sailor sound suspiously like what is played in drunk space pirate..#(yes obviously I know drunken sailer is the song drunk space pirate was based on but theres music from outside the main tune that is in tha #and also in this track)#seriously though this is SO FUCKING GOOD GUYS JUST LISTEN TO IT

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hxneylavendxr · 11 months

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at least p5r made yukari cuter but they rlly did junpei dirty. damn

also as far as i know reload isn't going to have FES nor Portable content but i hope that changes since that's all just leaked stuff........ alas....

yeah no i cant expect a lot it's fucking atlus but Still im always looking out for the little scraps that do get tossed my way... being the little ass kissers that they are im desperately hoping that fan demand gets the better of them and they give us our girly

#they dont want my dirty brown queer money anyway! but looking at picture on my screen is free..#also im just a picky person i definitely prefer the original style to what they've done..im glad you like it but they made yukari's nose #and lips tiny :(#and my opinions on the male characters appearance wise shouldnt be taken seriously anyway i think most of them were ugly already #dont listen to me im crazy #clove in my ask box #......ms toriumi stays hot though

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residueradiation · 8 months

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just a question... any reason why Wyll isn't included in the poll?

Don't see much love for Wyll tbh, I didn't think too much about it. My bad, I guess 🤷‍♀️

I included him on the next one

#Listen I love Wyll #in theory #was extremely disappointed by his story arc and romance though #so yeah maybe I'm sulking a little #also let's be honest he was kind of sidelined by the game as well #don't take it too seriously please #also really you could have just checked the original post

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huidol · 2 years

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🪄 🪄 🪄 TRIPLE ATTACK!!!

BEING ATTACKED!!!!!!!!!!!

(Ribs - The Crane Wives)

Time has changed the metaphor

now, dust is not the origin of bone

Little girl, don't let them sell you any armor

All your ribs are still your own

The dark doesn't frighten me

I chose to close my eyes; it is mine

The night doesn't frighten me

I chose to let it thrive; it is mine

#honey blather #GRIFFIN <333 #YES its another crane wives song i was gonna do uhmm. an orion experience song but ribs made me cry the first time I heard it so <333 uhm.#this song makes me loose my mind though seriously its not my favorite crane wife song that's probably like. curses or uhmm hand that feeds #but like?!?!!??!? the whole plot of the song is like. uhm the story of lilith which. okay this is like a religious thing but its not like #shitty. lilith is awesome and cool and the rules set in place were shitty #lilith didnt submit to a man and left the garden or was cast out idk anyways the whole song is about her being independant #and her story was removed from the book bc they don't want girls to follow her footsteps and be independent #and the whole song shes like You're still your own your ribs are not from a man etc etc #i listened to it and i was just like Oh god i have religous trauma <- already knew that #time has changed the metaphor dust is not the origin of bone <- talking about how since lilith's story has been wiped that everyone thinks #that women's bones are created from man'sbut in reality her bones were created from dust just likeadam FUCK DUDE!!!!#LITERALLY THE WHOLE SONG IS LIKE she literally just wants to be independent this is the most normal request how on earth could she be evill #also i promise if i get another ask i wont do another crane wife lyric i just like music. oh god wait i completely forgot about go! child #FUCK!!!! <- loves all the lyrics #sorry for the religious blather in the tags usually despise talking about it but i like this song because its like.#idk how to describe it its like. Lilith literally didn't want to submit to man and Christans treat her like a demon and its like.#wow theyre really outting themselves like this.#cw religion #tw religion

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yourlocalmissingtexture · 2 months

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I think once it warms up outside I’ll feel better overall. Like don’t get me wrong, I love getting under the covers and keeping warm and I like seeing Orion and the surrounding constellations before work, but I miss plants and not having to bring my coat everywhere. Like seriously I miss plants and sunlight so much wtf this isn’t very brooding industrial metal anguish & dread sadboy of me

Deciduous trees save me…

Native wildflowers and grasses…

Save me flower and produce gardens…

#if I have seasonal depression istg #god nerfed me #got that winter :( disorder AND the mood swing one huh #real funny big guy #I actually wanna talk to my psychiatrist about it too?#like girl I know this isn’t your job exactly but listen #I’m having a breakthrough and you’re the closest thing I have to a proper therapist rn #seriously need to look at therapy stuff around here though #those 7 tests all saying ‘hey babes you might be borderline’ have me optimistic actually #like yeah it sucks #but also maybe I can finally get some answers about what my problem is?#if I’m lucky maybe learn how to cope better in the midst of a breakdown #the dread and panic is so intense when that happens #if i can make that easier for myself I think I’ll be okay #that and maybe figure out how to back of jealous breakdowns too #those also suck but I think they have the same origin as the fearful ones #idk just thinking #talking to myself #not exactly a vent #possible bpd #cautiously optimistic #about several things but this is one of them

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smaller-comfort · 3 months

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Knock knock, the early 2000s called, with a bitchin' rap/heavy rock ballad. I swear I don't listen to that many remixes with vocals, even though I keep posting links to them. I've been listening to this one on repeat, because the chorus is just so good.

Sadly this one isn't available as a standalone track on ocremix- you'll have to download the whole SD3 album to get it (oh nooo):

#i can't listen to this one without also wanting to make a Get Thee Hence reference #but it's got a legitimately catchy hook #and it speaks directly to my inner amgsty 15 year old okay #music #ocremix #seiken densetsu 3 #trials of mana #lefthanded wolf #seriously though the original track had no business going that hard #nattering #Youtube

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w1ng3dw01f · 2 months

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Fellas, fellas

Why on earth are you BUYING PHYSICAL BOOKBOUND COPIES OF FANFICTION????

ACTUALLY WHY ARE YOU EVEN BOOKBINDING FANFICTION TO SELL?!?!?!

IF ANY OF YOU DO EITHER OF THESE THINGS, GET OUT!! I AM NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN.

In all seriousness though, authors on AO3 have begun to pull their works off of the site to avoid getting sued by people stealing their works to make a pretty bound book for profit. Entire accounts could be shut down as well.

Listen, I’m all for saving favorite works by printing them out and putting them in a binder, or learning how to make a bookbound copy yourself and/or assembling one with a pre-made and purchased fancy binding for a fanfic FOR YOURSELF or AS A GIFT to someone, but making bindings with and putting fanfiction in it TO SELL is where I draw the line.

Literally the entire point of AO3 is that you can read it FOR FREE.

It is DISRESPECTFUL for people to make money off of hardbound copies because guess what, the original creators of these fics get nothing. We are literally only writing fanfiction for our own pleasure.

Buying and selling book-bound fanfiction is also ILLEGAL YOU DUMB SHITS. People who are selling content while claiming to be a book binder is a misconception of their services. Book binders make the covers and all that, not the actual content of the book. Selling fanfiction is also an immediate violation of copyright law / Creative Commons licenses. The original fan work will get erased from the internet.

Fanfiction is already a legal grey zone since they are works being written about are protected by copyright. Copyright holders can in fact go after writers as well as the person who sold the fanfiction.

This also goes for people who steal fanart and, claim it as theirs, and put a price on it.

Don’t make it worse.

rest assured, we can still write our fanfics and make our art.

Buying a binding for you to assemble onto your own fanfiction or fanfiction you printed for PERSONAL USE is fine.

HOWEVER,

Bookbinding fanfiction for profit is literally ruining things for everyone. DON’T.

If I see any of them on Etsy, I swear to god-

#fanfiction #fanfiction writer #bookbinding #ao3 #fanbinding #fandom etiquette #fanfiction etiquette

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olyve-oyle · 10 months

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Looking at the punk tags online is like:

"Okay so do you want to interact with 14 year olds who are trying to claim Taylor swift is punk, or 24 year olds who think the mosh pit is there so they can beat up women on purpose without getting in trouble?"

#i get to beat all the hornets nests I want because no one ever sees my original posts #seriously though the way people talk about it online youd think your only options are being a raging dick to everyone or a swiftie #I feel bad for the kids who are only discovering stuff through the internet #like you can just be a laid back person who enjoys punk music its not that deep #listen to a cramps song #have a beer #listen to a minor threat song #have a... not beer #listen to a suicidal tendencies song #have a pepsi

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shibaraki · 6 months

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OPEN ARMS, OPEN EYES ┊ GOJO SATORU

tags: GN reader, no curse au, meet-cute, gojo has a visual impairment (modern take on his six eyes), the divine dogs are service animals (seeing-eye dogs), original child character, reader is babysitting, fluff + flirting, (takes place in my foster dad au)

wc: 3k

Overhead, the bell rings a soft welcome. You quickly shuffle Kota out of the drizzle and into the warm embrace of the cafe. A full staccato can be heard over the soothing music as the wind begins to whip the rainfall against the windows. You sigh, having escaped the worst of it.

Kota squirms, his pink face scrunched into a glare as you bend to undo the buttons tucked beneath his chin and let down his raincoat hood. Free from the nylon confines he shakes out his hair and swipes at the strands stuck to his damp forehead with a whine.

“I know little man,” you murmur placatingly, reaching for the napkins on the nearby condiment bar. You pat his skin dry from his cheeks to his neck, and then under his cuffs around his wrists. His sniffling has allayed, to your relief. “Is that better?”

When he doesn’t answer you look up and find him entranced by something across the threshold. You follow his line of sight and feel the breath stolen from your lungs.

The stranger is imposing and beautiful in a way that is hard to look at; yet it’s the intense air of confidence and ease about him that makes it impossible for you to look away. Standing tall at the counter he’s all slender angles and fluid movements in his fitted white dress-shirt, rocking on his heels as he waits.

The shelves fixed to the wall behind the counters are littered with decorative trinkets doused in warm-gold light that crowns his white hair like a halo. Everyone’s focus has gravitated toward him, so much so that they don’t appear to notice the large black dog at his feet.

Kota, however, paid the man no attention. Instead his chubby fingers curled around your shirtsleeve to tug insistently at your arm, “Puppy!”

There’s a blue padded harness strapped to the dog’s torso, ‘assistance’ printed in bold reflective letters across the chest and along the adjustable handle. Their body language shows that they’re comfortable but alert, ears standing tall and twitching in Kota’s direction. Kota, who has managed to free himself from your grip.

And is tottering towards the service dog.

You rise to stand and amble after him, frantically whispering his name. “Kota—no. You can’t pet the dog,” your arm scoops around his belly to keep him from tripping as you grab the back of his coat and gather him to your front. The boy stomps his foot and whines, forcing his body pliant in protest and becoming deadweight.

Nervous about causing a disturbance you survey the surroundings. Nobody stirs. A woman and her two young children are seated nearby, and she offers you a sympathetic smile. You grimace, steadying Kota on his feet.

“But I wan’a pet the puppy,” Kota warbles, making grabbing motions toward the dog.

“You can’t sweetheart. Look,” you run a soothing hand down his back. Bringing him close you point at the blue harness. “See what they’re wearing? Can you read that word?”

Kota’s brow knits in concentration. “S’big word,” he says. You smile at his seriousness and suppress the urge to squeeze him.

“That word says ‘assistance’,” and he repeats it with imprecise intonation, thrice before he’s satisfied. “That’s right,” you praise him, sneaking a kiss to his temple. A frisson of happiness has him burying into the crook of your neck. “Do you know what it means when an animal is wearing a coat like that?”

Kota shakes his head.

“It means,” you cast a quick glance to the owner and almost swallow your tongue. His face is angled in your direction, as if listening in on your conversation, though his eyes are well hidden behind a dark pair of glasses. “It means that dog is working. They have a very important job to do, so we can’t interrupt them. It would be bad if they got distracted, right?”

Kota thinks long and hard about this. A litany of emotions wash over his expression. It ranges from confusion, to petulance and sadness, then finally, acceptance. “Yeah. Okay,” he nods, staring longingly at the fluffy tail sweeping back and forth across the tiles.

“Good. Now you’ve learned something new today. You can tell your parents all about it once I get you home,” you stand straight and brush down the front of your jeans. “How about we get some cream puffs to celebrate once it’s dry out, hm?”

“Yeah!”

The disruption thankfully hadn’t bothered the dog. You watch as the man drops his hand to his hip and they immediately nuzzle into the touch. “Good girl,” you hear him croon as his fingers crook behind her ear. Then he cocks his head and a pair of lustrous eyes are visible over his opaque, round-rimmed glasses.

Hair prickles on the nape of your neck. His stare settles just beyond your shoulder. The pigment in each iris is oddly dispersed and startlingly light, a clear blue with infinite depth, as if they were plucked right from a celestial body. “Thanks for keeping him on a leash,” he tells you with teasing cadence, mouth curled into a smile. Kota gives an affronted grumble and you laugh, combing your fingers through baby-soft hair.

The man inclines toward Kota, “Her name is Maya, by the way. You can’t pet her but you can say hello”.

Enthralled at this development Kota bends his knees in an bouncy little dance. “Maya-chan. Hi. My name is Kota,” he gurgles, hands covering his cheeks. Maya simply snuffled, a long tongue licking at her snout, and shifted on her front paws.

The attractive stranger nudges his dark glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. He wets his lips. “And what’s your name?”

It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to realise he is asking you. Rattled by the prolonged silence you set your sights firmly on Kota and clear your throat to introduce yourself, “It’s nice to meet you”.

“Yeah? I don't get to hear that too often,” he replies, mouth thin as if fighting a broader smile. It’s a lovely shade of balmy pink. “I’m—”

“Gojo-san?”

The barista glances up from reading the name on the ticket, visibly flustered that he interrupted. “I’m sorry. Your drinks are ready,” he makes an aborted motion to hand the tray over and then seizes. “Ah—would you like me to take this to your table, Gojo-san?”

“That’d be great,” nothing about Gojo’s visage, nor his posture, changes. You feel pinned under his broad scrutiny. Anticipation swoops through your stomach as he angles his gaze in Maya’s direction, where Kota remains besotted. “Y’know, my other dog is here too. She’s actually retired now, so you can come and pet her if you want, Kota-kun”.

You balk. This guy.

“Yeah!” Kota effuses, crashing into your legs. He pats at your thighs. “Please. Can I, can I?”

You cast a lingering glance at the poor weather, a sheet of rain obscuring the view to the street, and ponder what Kota’s parents would want. As he’s an only child they’ve expressed their desire to get a pet in the near future. It could be a good lesson for him, and you have nothing to do until the shower calms.

“That's—kind of you. If it’s no trouble…?”

“Wouldn’t offer if it was,” Gojo replies. You are at least reassured by the fact that he doesn’t sound all that put-out. More than anything he looks pleased, like the cat that got the cream. He gestures toward the poor barista, waiting to the side with fingers flexing around the tray handles.

You nudge the little boy, “What do you say?”

Kota takes a deep breath, the air pushing out his cheeks. He bows, hair falling over his eyes, and gives an emphatic: “Thank you!”

Gojo’s runs a hand through his hair. It looks silky. A smooth glide, no tangles caught on his knuckles. Then he rolls his shoulders, expression schooled into something comically serious. “In that case I’m going to need you to do something, Kota-kun,” he says.

The tone has Kota’s spine ramrod straight. “This guy here is going to my table. Think you can walk behind him and lead the way for Maya?”

Kota’s eyes are wide and sparkling. He vibrates at the promise of responsibility. You observe the exchange with an odd fondness. Gojo is a stranger. Yet he has somehow has managed to win over the most stubborn kid you know.

“Maya,” he kisses his teeth. Maya rises to attention, locking onto her owner while he readjusts his grip on the harness handle. She tracks the movement of his free hand through the air as it comes to lightly tap Kota’s shoulder. “Follow,” he states.

Spurred into action as though commanded himself, the barista leaves to find Gojo’s table. Kota looks to you seeking permission. You nod and he wanders closely after the man on his little legs, glancing back every few seconds, brighter each time he notices Maya trotting onward at his heel.

Gojo’s gait is languid and purposefully slow. There's buoyancy to him as he navigates the space, trusting Maya completely to get to their destination. You walk a suitable distance from his side, inwardly dithering and unsure whether or not to push aside the few chairs obstructing the path. Maya doesn’t appear concerned. You’d hate to break her focus.

She takes Gojo deeper into the cafe with confidence. Tucked away in an alcove at the back of the room is a booth. In the booth is another dark haired boy, much older than Kota, around twelve or thirteen if you had to guess, and curled under the table is another large dog.

The boy is not impressed in the slightest. He frowns at the sight of you and Kota, disgruntled. Thoughts visibly pass over his face and whatever conclusion he comes to he glares up at Gojo for it.

As the barista sets down the tray of drinks the cups rattle against their respective saucers. He bows and slips away. Kota is beginning to squirm again. You can tell his patience is waning.

“I’m being glared at, aren’t I?” comes Gojo’s amused murmur. Though the boy’s ire isn’t directed at you it feels awkward to be in the line of fire.

“You are,” you reply, pinching the back of Kota’s hood to prevent him from diving under the table. “Are you sure this is fine? If your son isn’t—”

Gojo waves his hand as he strides forward, carefully resting it on the backrest of the cushions and he uses it to pivot himself into the booth. “Not my son. More like a nephew, or something. Right, Megumi?” the boy—presumably Megumi—flares his turned up nose and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Or something,” he says.

“Maya,” Gojo continues in a clear voice. “Down,” Maya is deliberate in where she rests, remaining within his reach. “Stay,” her paws cross one over the other, and she rests her chin atop her wrists. When she’s settled, he coos another, “Good girl”.

Maya’s tail swishes happily. Megumi grunts. “Don’t be like that, Megumi. The kid only wanted to meet Ren,” Gojo drawls. At the mention of her name Ren crawls out from under the table seeking attention. “Why don’t you show Kota-kun how to pet her?”

“Why me?”

“You’re older. Set an example,” Gojo rests his cheek in his palm, taking his glasses off to hook them on the end of his slender finger. Those startling eyes drag aimlessly over your form as he sighs, “Tsumiki would be so disappointed if she knew”.

At that Megumi’s arms drop in deference. He scoots out of his seat and coaxes Ren to sit. She’s a lovely dog, and big, with a luscious thick white coat and soulful eyes. He sticks his hand out, expression a complex mix of boredom and determination. Like he didn’t want to do it, but if he really had to, he wanted to do it well. “Kota-kun, right? Give me your hand,” he says.

Kota bounces on his toes and obediently drops his hand into the older boy’s. “You have to let animals smell you first. Let them decide if they want to be touched,” Megumi guides it toward Ren, proffered and upturned for her to scent. She nuzzles into Kota’s small palm and licks it for good measure, making him squeal.

Gojo melts into the booth cushion, entirely mellowed out. You stare at his profile, appreciating the soft line of his cheekbone right to the shell of his ear, just peeking out under fluffy white hair; lightly cow licked at the ends from the rain, curling right around the stud in his earlobe.

Feeling the weight of your gaze his eyes slide over and you quickly turn away. In the seconds you spent distracted Megumi has shown Kota where Ren likes to be scratched the most. Kota beams as he strokes down her flank, making her tongue loll out and her hind leg reflexively twitch.

You clear your throat. “She’s very pretty isn't she?” you muse, bending to Kota’s height and smiling gently at Megumi. Ren’s warm puffs of breath fan over your fingers as you let her smell them. “Is she the same breed as Maya-chan?”

“Yeah. They’re cousins,” Megumi answers stiffly. There’s a tinge of pink in Megumi’s cheeks now as he buries his hand in Ren’s fur, vying for reason not to look directly at you. “We’re letting them spend time together before we send Ren away”.

“Eh?” Kota’s bottom lip wobbles. His head whips around to Gojo, “Away?”

“Not like that,” you quietly reassured.

Gojo crossed his ankles under the table and reclined with his royal milk tea, wisps of steam curling over the rim. “Ren is too old to do her job now,” he smiles behind the cup, “She’s going to live with a good friend of mine and his two sons. Don’t worry”.

This comforts Kota a bit. “What, um,” he pats Ren’s face, and your heart aches, because he’s being so uncharacteristically gentle. “Maya-chan really has a job?”

“She really does”.

“But babies can’t work,” Kota beseeches. “Mama told me so”.

Megumi huffs, though you think it’s more of a laugh. “Maya isn’t a baby and she isn’t a puppy anymore either,” he says. The proud gleam in his gaze doesn’t escape you as he points at the younger dog. “She’s the best of her litter. I helped pick her”.

“Megumi has a good eye for that kinda thing,” Gojo sets down his cup and gestures to his uncovered eyes, framed by pale and unfairly long eyelashes. You are secretly grateful for the excuse to look at them again. “My eyes? Not so much. That’s what I have Maya for—and Ren before her. She helps me get around”.

Kota’s jaw slacks and he makes a long, drawn out sound of understanding. Ren bounces from paw to paw and you marvel at just how good she is with him. Calm, and attentive. Reacting whenever he reacts. Remnants of her training that she’d likely never lose.

“Go—go…”

“Gojo-san,” you prompt gently as Kota’s brow knits in that very familiar ‘I-don’t-want-to-cry’ manner.

“Gojo-san,” he tries again. “M’sorry your eyes don’t work good”.

Mortification washes over you. “Kota, sweetheart. You can’t just say that—”

Gojo barks a laugh loud enough to draw the attention of onlookers. While he remains unaffected, growing evermore amused, you shy away from their curious stares with a grimace. “Don’t worry. He meant no harm,” he says. “And look, it’s not that I can’t see anything. Want to know something cool?”

Megumi sighs indolently and you suspect he’s heard this spiel before. Kota unfurls from his brief flinch and nods. Gojo tips his chin and bends forward. Kota stares right into his lucent eyes, mesmerised.

“I can see shapes. To me you’re just a weird smudge,” Kota giggles from behind his hands as Gojo pretends to wet his thumb and makes a rubbing motion, like he were wiping Kota from his vision. “But I have too much pressure inside of my eyes. So I don’t just see shapes,” Gojo leans closer and lowers his voice into a conspiratorial whisper, “I see colours around things, like when you squeeze your eyes shut real tight”.

“Woah,” Kota breathes. His fingers clench and unclench where they’re clutched around his coat. “What colour am I?”

The older man decides to entertain the question and pauses to consider Kota with a ruminative hum. You find yourself waiting with bated breath, a shamefully scant portion of your brain focused on the vibration from your jacket pocket. Numbness is spreading up your feet to your calves, knelt on them for too long, but you don’t want to disturb the atmosphere.

“Red,” Gojo answers decisively.

Kota covers his mouth. He swivels on his heels to find you. “That’s my favourite colour!”

“It is,” you echo as you rub his shoulder, your tone gentle and indulgent. Your phone buzzes again and you slip it out from your pocket to check the screen. “Ah,” a brief glance toward the cafe window informs you that the rain has mostly stopped. Gold slats of sunlight are flooding the wet pavement. “It’s your parents, little man. They’ll be expecting us home soon so say your goodbyes”.

“No”.

“Kota”.

A stubborn beat passes. Sulking, Kota is deliberate and slow while he gives Ren a final stroke. “Bye bye, Ren, Maya-chan. Bye bye Megumi-nii. Bye bye Gojo-san”.

“Sure,” Megumi chokes somewhat at the honorific. “See you, Kota-kun”.

Gojo listens to the interaction with a smile. Close lipped and genuine. Though small the weight of it causes his eyes to crinkle slightly at the corners. “It doesn’t have to be goodbye forever,” he suggests.

You hesitate, “Meaning…?”

“If we exchanged numbers then Kota-kun could keep in touch with Maya and Ren. I’ll send cute pictures”.

Megumi scoffs and it makes the blood prickle under your skin. Your face feels hot. “Right. For Kota,” you reply dryly, mouth trembling as you valiantly try to keep the smile out of your voice. He must sense it anyway, because his own widens and he holds his phone out to you.

Kota claps excitedly while you input your name and number. “And how do I know you’re not a bad guy?” you ask, saving the details before closing out the app and handing the phone back.

“I pinky promise?”

Shaking your head amusedly you fix Kota’s coat collar, refastening the buttons before petting Ren farewell. “I suppose I’ll take your word for it,” you tell him. “Thanks again, for letting Kota meet the dogs”.

“My pleasure,” Gojo returns.

“I’ll—we’ll be seeing you, then,” you wave at Megumi, directing Kota toward the front of the cafe. Gojo drapes his lithe body over the table surface and rests his chin to his hand, as if watching you go.

“I’ll text you,” he chimes after you. People lift their heads as you scurry through to the entrance.

What have you gotten yourself into?

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader

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this is my element (+ album)

asking me to pick my fave album is like asking an orphan matron to pick her favorite baby boy

thats some weird and cruel circumstances to put upon me i feel like it changes every damn week like a rota

i mean what if my beats misbehave and i gotta put 'em in time out i cant play permanent on that theyre too cute

but yknow what i can show you one thing thats been on my mind lately

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so when i was a kid we had this skateboard vid by "element skateboards" on DVD

they were this skateboard kit slash apparel company that was all about progressivism and shit and they did these much lauded comp tapes of dudes riding around on their boards and doing the dopest of macho tricks on the shit

flipping it turnways

putting the rock in the house like a big man

we had some of their merch actually

===

so anyways the one we had back then was This Is My Element

released 2007

mostly clips from cali i think and i mean the camerawork is fucking insane on some of those shots

this is gonna sound lame as fuck but i prob spent so many cumulative hours just peelin through the footage and ogling the shit outta it

that framing was tight

===

so you may be asking yourself or me

dave you genuine dicksucker i asked about your fav album not your favorite sordid ass display of smooth dudes hardcore riding and grinding them boards in public dude you have a problem

ok well that wasnt a question first of all so jot that down

but anyways to THAT i say

listen to the music

the whole thing has an original soundtrack of ambient beats

got some abstract hip hop jams, got some more indie stuff, lots of acoustic sampling

HELLA underground

and basically every track minus one is done by sampler beast david p. madson AKA "odd nosdam"

dude is my hero seriously

he is the master of the beat machine i shit you not hes always been kinda my idol on this stuff

aside from bro obviously

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obviously.

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anyways he had an E-mu SP-1200 which is a really oldschool sampler invented by dave rossum in the late 80s

revolutionary to the hip hop scene

nosdam had this mega distinct sound to his music that i always wanted to replicate on my own beats

still do

i dont know for sure if he used it on T.I.M.E. but he uses some of the same samples from "vol. 9" which was exclusively SP-1200 so im gonna get a lil j’accuzi on that

it couldve been a boss dr sampler SP-202 though idk

he had one of those

===

so aside from beating the shit out of the pause/resume button to flip my whole cranium at the cinematography or whatever i would also kinda play it on loop to listen to the soundtrack and space out at 2am

the lonely broner seemed to free his mind at night

ok shit broner is good but i didnt mean it like that

that was goofy lets just keep movin

it was the only way i had to listen to it back then but i mean the video is 50 mins long so its basically just an odd nosdam album with accompanying ambient skater sounds and random expletives and whatever

random car sequence

yknow what i dont think people respect enough?

the dude who catches all the "mad stunts yo" on camera

i swear to god at least half the time hes ALSO on a board and that shit is bananas to me

bros gotta be on some whole other level of zen to skate good AND catch all them glamor shots of his fellow skater

thats like an express ticket to the ER imo

the ambulance is already on the scene watching you like an eager crow watches a half dead dog

===

ok gonna go ahead and lay it out flat

not great on a board myself

kinda dogshit at it actually

so maybe im not exactly an arbitrator of skateboard heinousness

but i always kinda liked watching THEM do it i mean who doesnt?

whats an even crazier layer to stack on the "dave" cake is

and dirk told me this because unfortunately it kinda happened post-2009

he would do all these collabs with one of my childhood favorite underground rappers david cohn aka serengeti

surrounded by daves left and right dude even before all the time travel horseshit

thats like

serendipitous as fuck i think!

===

if sburb was just a revolving door of artists called dave that i could bump fists with

instead of other mes in various states of aliveness tending toward extremely dead

i wouldve probably given it something higher than 2 stars on my TGN review

===

so yeah you ask me my favorite album its T.I.M.E. by odd nosdam i guess

bump that shit on a walk your mind will go places unknown to man

#dave strider #homestuck #comix #this is my element #the way i drew dave posing here is rly heavily inspired by askinsufferableprick btw #welcome to strider infodump hours

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actually-safer-to-kiss · 8 months

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What about an angst to fluff where reader and Spencer aren’t exactly dating but they had a date planed and Spencer cancelled cause he had a case. Reader goes to a bar with her friends and sees Spencer walking in with JJ or someone undercover but reader thinks he blew her off for another date…

So Two FBI Agents Walk Into a Bar...

Summary: Reader confronts Spencer after finding him at a bar with another woman.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Slight angst-to-fluff

Word count: 1k

A/N: Thank you for submitting, and thank you thank you for your patience 🩵

The evening was supposed to be perfect. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the quiet street as the setting sun cast a warm glow over the city. The air was thick with anticipation as you carefully selected your outfit for the night. You had a date planned with Spencer, the enigmatic and brilliant man you’d been getting to know over the past few months. You weren’t officially dating, but the chemistry between you two was undeniable, and this was meant to be a significant step forward.

But life had a way of throwing curveballs. Just hours before your scheduled meet-up, Spencer called to cancel. Granted, you could hear the frustration and exhaustion (because when is he not working) over the phone, the pang of disappointment hitting your core was still hard to ignore. There was an urgent case that apparently demanded his attention, so he had to be there. You hated to understand the demands but simply agreed to postpone your plans and hung up with a sigh.

Instead of moping for the rest of the evening, your friends convinced you to join them at a nearby bar. They promised laughter, good company, and a distraction from the pain that often came with new men in your life. Reluctantly, you agreed and soon found yourself amidst the lively chatter of the bar, a drink clinging to your hand throughout the evening

As the sun began disappearing and evening blended into night, your friends’ laughter became infectious, and you began to relax. You were sharing stories, trading jokes, and momentarily forgetting about the original plans with Spencer. But it was as if the universe heard you because a sudden hush fell over your table as the group’s attention was drawn toward the entrance.

There, walking in, was Spencer. And a woman. A woman who was indeed not you. A leggy blond in a little black dress that, of course (of-fucking-course), looked fantastic on her.

Your heart sank at the sight. Spencer Reid had cancelled your date only to go out with someone else. The initial shock turned into a whirlwind of emotions—hurt, anger, and a sense of betrayal. A full-course meal of confusing feelings right in front of you as you still couldn’t believe your eyes.

Your friends, however, watched in real time as the feelings played out on your face. They exchanged knowing glances as the turmoil only set in further in front of them. And it’s before they have a chance to react that you’ve stormed over to them. Your voice wavered, a mix of anger and hurt trading places as you said, “Seriously, Spencer? You cancelled on me for someone else?” You gestured toward the woman, who was now looking up at you. She had gorgeous blue eyes, and it didn’t help your self-esteem in the slightest. “Does she know you did this? I doubt it.”

Spencer’s own eyes widened at the surprise, and he jumped to his feet. The urgency and frustration (of getting caught, clearly) were just as evident on his face. “Y/N, wait.” He says. “You have it all wrong here.”

You weren’t ready to listen, though. The feelings festering in your body had reached their boiling point, and you were determined to let Spencer feel the burn. “Save it! I can’t believe you would do this to me. I thought we had…” Tears started welling up the moment you felt yourself on a roll, as if tonight couldn’t be more embarrassing. “I thought you were different.”

Spencer took hold of your arm. His grip was firm but not forceful, pulling you into a quieter, more secluded corner of the bar (where your friends could still see you as their heads bobbed from the table like pigeons). “Okay, okay,” Spencer began, whether to you or himself; you couldn’t tell. “Listen, you’re just going to have to trust me on this. That woman, her name is J.J. She’s a co-worker. She’s married, happily married, and we’re working undercover on a case. I didn’t blow you off for a date.”

And it was then; your anger had no choice but to waver. As his words sank in, confusion replaced the initial fury. “Undercover? A case? You mean the case is happening now?”

Spencer nodded, rapidly, like he was on a sugar high. “Yes! Look!" He even messed with the collar on his cardigan, revealing the tiny microphone clipped to it. It blended in with its navy color. “I know it looks bad. I do. But I promise, there’s nothing between me and J.J. It’s all part of the investigation.”

You looked Spencer in the eyes; they were sad and starting to gloss. “So, your people, the others in on the investigation... they can hear you right now?”

Spencer’s lips thinned out. “Yeah.”

“Have they said anything?”

“Morgan’s too busy laughing. I can’t hear anything else.”

The anger began melting away, replaced by a mix of frustration and embarrassment. You looked down, the foolishness of jumping to conclusions finally catching up to you. The scene you made. “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed the worst.”

Spencer clipped the mic back into place and gave you a reassuring smile. “It’s okay. I understand why you were upset. But just know I would never intentionally hurt you like that.”

You met his gaze, the tension between you easing. “I should have trusted you.”

Spencer’s smile widened slightly as he reached out to cup your cheek. His hand is cold but soft. “So, can we start over?”

You nodded, smiling now. “Yeah, let’s start over.”

Spencer nodded. Plans were already made. Spencer was at work. Before heading back to J.J., Spencer made the gentlemanly choice to walk you back to your group of friends. Before he had a chance to introduce himself and depart gracefully for the night, he jerked down to his mic. “I heard that, Morgan. Hey, at least I have a girlfriend.”

You, however, pretended not to hear. You trust he’ll say it again.

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“MAKE ME”- H.J.P x READER

Warnings: fluff, rivals to lovers, idiots in denial that they’re in love, Harry being stupid bc why not

Pairing: Harry James Potter x reader

Author’s Notes: idk I just felt a little silly 🤷‍♀️

Summary: Harry can’t seem to keep his mouth shut around Y/n

Harry and Y/n never really got along. Why? Godric knows. It’s been going on for as long as anybody could remember to the point that the origins often varied amongst everybody.

“Oh! It was because Harry accidentally hexed her hair to be snakes.”

“It’s because she struck him by lightning to match his scar.”

“He got a bludger thrown at her during one of their quidditch practices!”

“She dressed up as you know who for a costume party once!”

None of those reasons were the actual origin of their feud, though they were actual events that had occurred.

The irony was that they should’ve gotten along perfectly well together on paper, both being in Gryffindor, both on the quidditch team, both hated by Snape (though Snape hated almost everybody except for green eyes redhead Gryffindor girls) and they both had many mutual friends between them.

They were just constantly at each others throats, it was like it was a game for the two. They definitely did always argue with a wide smile on their face.

Take today for example, it was quidditch practice and like usual, they were arguing.

“Potter, I swear to Merlin I’ll bat this bludger at you!” Y/n pointed her bat threateningly at him. The rest of the team had learnt to ignore them at that point, learning that they just work better motivated by their frustration at each other.

Harry just threw his arms up, “do it, l/n, we all know it’s an empty threat anyways because you’ll miss my face again.”

She gave him a scandalised look, “again?! Who said I ever missed your face, scarhead?”

“Ron! The last time I went to the hospital wing.” Harry grinned triumphantly as she glared at Ron at his spot by the goal to which he just observed the sky with mild interest.

“Do you know how vague that is? You’re in the hospital every other day, attention whore.” She huffed and crossed her arms.

It was then that they got shouted at by Wood to actually partake in practice to which they finally listened.

After practice where everyone was going to the changing rooms, Harry trailed after her and spoke in a sing song voice behind Y/n, “you missed me.”

She turned around with a light scowl on her face, “shut it Harold.”

He had his stupid smirk on his face that often found it’s way there when he was around there as he stepped closer to her, she stayed still, “oh yeah? Make me.”

His emerald eyes flitted to her lips and she felt her heartbeat pick up at the decreasing amount of personal space between them, “bet.”

His smile widened at her response but not for long as she pulled out her wand and wordlessly did a spell to seal his mouth shut.

In a moment of pure panic she just rushed into the changing room, did i seriously just hex a boy after almost kissing him?

As anybody would after hexing a persons mouth shut after almost kissing them, Y/n avoided Harry. Dodging him in hallways, quite literally jumping into random classrooms (though that was a one time thing after seeing a couple of seventh years exchanging spit in there).

Later in the common room, she was curled up in the corner with her knees to her chest, reading a book to calm her nerves, while also covering her face with said book.

This half assed disguise clearly did nothing for her because Ron sat right on the chair next to her.

“Y/n! My dorm now!”

She gave him an indignant look, “Ronnil Wazlib! Me and you need to have words about what you spilled to Harold you little rat!”

Ron just shook his head at her exasperatedly.

“Don’t shake your head at me like I’m your nan with dementia, I will tell ‘mione about your undying love for her!”

His eyes widened and he clasped a hand over her mouth, “just shut up and go up to my dorm.”

She threw her hands up in surrender and got up to go to his dorm, she walked into his dorm first and as soon as she turned to ask him what he wanted to talk about, the door shut in her face, she tried to open it but it was locked. She tried to magically unlock it, but it didn’t work.

Her blood ran cold when she realised her mistake, Harold.

She turned to see him sitting on his bed and he wordlessly patted the spot next to him.

She furrowed her brows but listened all the same as she sat down next to him, “that’s a little too much effort to just talk to me, Potter, just say you love me at this point.”

He gave her a deadpan stare and she then realised he was still hexed so she pulled out her wand and undid it. She gave him an apologetic look.

“Why did he try so hard to get me in here with you?” She asked curiously.

Harry seemed to contemplate what he was gonna say before he finally said, “well I’m not gonna say I’m in love with you but I can say that I like you. A lot actually.”

She gave him an incredulous look, “Excusé moi?”

He just nodded, “you’re brilliant and beautiful and smart and funny and I like you. And I think- no I know you like me too.”

She furrowed her brows, “how can you be so sure about that?”

He pushed a stray piece of hair out of her face and kept his hand cupping the side of her face, “because I know you.”

For once she didn’t argue against him and when he leaned in this time, she let their lips touch and she melted into the kiss. His lips were soft against hers and although they spent years with such animosity towards each other, it seemed to now just turn into blind affection as they naturally sank into each others arms.

When they pulled away with soft smiles still on each others faces, she spoke, “and you tried to get on my case for missing you in the hospital wing?”

Harry’s face lit up even more if that was possible, “so you did miss me!”

She rolled her eyes, “that was not new knowledge, get over it!”

He laughed and she decided to shut him up for the second time that day, except not with magic this time, but with another kiss.

It was then that Ron decided to burst in to the room, “have you guys killed each other ye- Merlin!”

He gasped at them as they jumped apart from each other. Harry looking proud while y/n looked slightly ashamed.

She threw a pillow at him as he ran off shouting for everyone saying he had money to collect.

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matchascara · 9 months

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BABYSITTER | S. GOJO

- IN WHICH: the parents identity of the kid you babysit has always been a mystery. that was until one late night where his drunken father comes home a little earlier than usual…

contents: NSFW!! sneaky sex, mentions/use of alcohol, gojo is a manipulative whore but at least he’s rich

honestly, you weren't quite fond of kids, especially when it came to taking care of them. but when you saw how much this babysitting job offered, you felt your eyes turn into dollar signs as you accepted.

and that's how you became megumi's babysitter. he was a quiet, well-behaved kid who only sometimes carried a cocky attitude. due to his stoic nature, he always got into fights at the park which resulted in you threatening to call his father as a scare tactic. though, he was never frightened, and it made you realize that you've never seen this kids parents.

you were always curious as to who his parents were to even be able to afford a house this expensive. but you never asked, after all, he was just a kid and you decided not to peer into his private life.

the only thing you did know was that megumi only ever spoke about his father, and it was never anything good. sometimes, you'd get uneasy about how much his father reminded you of your ex.

so one could only imagine your confusion when that same man drunkenly stood, or, his attempt at it, before you.

“seriously gojo, you pre-called a girl over to your house? you’re such a whore.” said the black haired friend, who struggled to keep gojo standing on both legs. gojo refused to look up, more like, he couldn’t. he found comfort in drooping his head to stare at the floor. “no it’s…baby…sitter…” he slurred.

“oh that’s right, you did hire one to take care of megumi didnt you?” the man raised a brow as he eyed you up and down. “though, you do look strangely familiar.”

you felt stupid as to not recognize who he was at first glance, after all he didn’t change much besides the fact that his jet black hair was now in a half up bun, instead of a full bun. “geto.” you finally spoke. “it’s been a while.”

“ah! i remember now, you’re gojo’s ex!” geto exclaimed, snapping his fingers. “wow, what are the chances that you of all people got hired to babysit the kid. unless, he did that on purpose—“

that sentence sobered gojo up almost instantly, losing his balance as he pushed himself off of geto. “alright, thanks again for giving me a hand but i’ve got it from here. bye bye!” giving no time for geto to respond with anything but a concerned stare, gojo slammed the door in geto’s face, leaning against it for support as he turned to you, smiling eerily.

“let’s talk.”

“drink some water and at least attempt to sober up before you even think about speaking to me.”

to your surprise, he did just that and now three water glasses later you were willing to hear what he has to say. “geto was right, wasn’t he? so why do that just to avoid me? if anything, i should be the one avoiding you."

gojo leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling whilst listening to you question him. to him, it felt like an interview. "i dunno."

you sighed. "this was never getting anywhere i don't know why i wasted my time."

"--i guess i just missed you, and i wanted you around." gojo looked at you, his glacial eyes piercing through yours. "when i saw your application, i refused to even consider anybody else. it had to be you. originally, i was just going to keep you for a week to see you but-"

gojo cupped your chin, forcing you to give your full attention to him. "-i've grown fond of the way you treat megumi so i let you stay." his eyes slightly squinted as he smiled, "and i've also grown fond of you as well-- again."

gojo held your face as his soft lips met yours, causing you to grab his wrist in shock. even though you hated him, you found yourself melting into the kiss as his hands made their way to your waist causing your shirt to lift. the cold surface of the table island you leaned against contrasted the heat that built up as the kiss intensified.

however, as your tongues began to intertwine you could taste nothing but the alcohol that lingered within. he drank more than you thought, as even after downing 3 glasses of water he was still tainted by whiskey.

"i miss you" wasnt gojo talking, it was his dick talking.

breaking off from the kiss, you slapped him. hard.

with everything that's happened in the past, to the events that unfolded tonight, a slap was the least you wanted to do. "do you miss me? or do you just miss not having a girl to cheat on?”

you were over it and the only thing you could think about was how difficult it would be finding a new job after quitting this one.

gojo grabbed your hand, forcefully turning you around. his breath tickling the nape of your neck as he spoke. “double.”

you tensed.

“i’ll pay you double from now on. just stay, for a while more.” he started to slowly kiss at your neck, as if he was waiting for the “ok” to move further.

thoughts of regret ran through your mind as you rested your hand upon the back of his neck, pushing his soft lips deeper into you, where he sucked and kissed until you were stained red. “damn, i forgot how good you taste.” he cooed.

the pleasure caused you to let down your guard. he held both hands behind your back, pushing you face down on the counter. “i’m not good with words so—“

“i’ll show you how much i missed you by fucking you.”

gojo hummed a different tune as his usual short, snide sentences tuned into deep and breathy pants as he pounded his cock into you mindlessly. one hand holding your head down on the counter and the other gripping your waist as he quickened his pace, hitting all the right places.

he would roughly bite the inside of his lip, hoping to quiet himself. but every now and then he’d suck his teeth and follow up with a “fuck- i can’t-“ as he’d lean into you, his liquor scented breath tickling the inside of your ear as you could do nothing but listen to his shaky moans that cursed and praised you.

“ah—you really- just feel so...so good. god.”

and so you tried to follow by also biting down as to not be heard, but quickly failed when he began to press down on your lower stomach, feeling his cock pump deeply in and out of you. your attempted silence breaking when you felt a knot forming in your stomach causing a high pitched gasp escape your mouth. “ah…gojo…i’m—“

he quickly threw one hand over your mouth, muffling your sounds. “shh shh i know…so you’d better quiet down, we don’t want megumi waking up do we?” he planted kisses along your neck as he continued to roughly pound into you, but those kisses soon turned erotic as he would bite and suck on your neck to not release moans when he felt you grab a handful of his hair as you released onto his throbbing cock.

giving you no time for recovery, he continued fucking into your sensitive cunt, his strokes becoming sloppier, his breaths pitching higher, and his grip on you loosening. “shit- i’m so- i’m so close…”

with his mind on a high, gojo gave up with trying to cover your lewd noises, moving his hand from your mouth to grasp at your hair, your moans filling the kitchen.

gojo knew you despised him, that much was obvious since the moment you two called it quits, and he thought he was fully over you as well. however, when he’d see the lengths you’d go through to ignore and spite him, the only thing he wanted to do since was fuck the hate out of you.

now, years later, he’s finally able to see you as a mess beneath him, whoring yourself out for a only couple extra bucks.

or maybe— you missed him just as much.

gojo grabbed your face, kissing you deeply, his moans harmonizing with yours as he pulled out, cum dripping down from your ass and onto your legs.

you spent the next minute trying to catch your breath. meanwhile, gojo stood perfectly fine.

“so—” he finally spoke, teasing your dripping folds in anticipation for more.

"how do you feel about your pay being tripled instead?"

covering your face out of embarrassment, you slowly nodded your head.

"good." gojo continued sliding his lengthy fingers in between your folds as he whispered in your ear. "by the way--"

"you still have a babysitting job to do later today~"

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