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Gojo is lonely. Not just in the big, existential sense.
He doesn’t have anyone to tell about his day. He doesn’t have anyone to go try out that new restaurant with. He has so many movies because he has no one to talk to.
ೃ⁀➷ sk8er boi!
a/n: skater geto teaching u how to skate! 🫶🏼 i wanna make this a series so bad, how they met, y/n meeting geto’s friends, maybe even smut… at the skate park… ehe. mainly it was this on twt who made me wanna write this!!!
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“lookie there,” you feel a nudge from your side from your friend before looking up at the group of skaters that walk past. and amongst them, you can pick out their oversized t-shirts and baggy pants that never seem to show their actual physique, along with their skateboards tucked snugly under their arms.
“you got over your crush yet?” another friend cuts in, eyeing them with a scowl on her face as they walk past and you resist the urge to say that you’re dating one of them. as far as you know, their reputation precedes them and they’ve been nothing but “trouble” — but you’ll believe it when you see it.
“shut up,” you laugh, nudging her back before geto catches your eye. he tries not to give you a little wave, the ones he gives you when you’re safely home from across the road and the ones when he’s chucking rocks at your window. “and they’re not all bad, you know.”
“just because you had a term with geto suguru to work on a project doesn’t change my mind.”
and you don’t blame her, either, especially with how shitty last year’s seniors were. naoya, mahito, jogo — they were pieces of shit that thought messing up the school, disrupting class and moaning at the back of the assembly hall was fun, and thank god they were gone. stigma does tend to remain, though.
walking felt like ages — out of campus, into the courtyard — something that you were wishing didn’t take up so much time, “well, this is where we part. see you guys tomorrow!” hugging your friends, you eye geto and his friends try to look uninterested, obviously waiting for your friends to leave for good. gojo trips over something and you giggle, almost caught red-handed when your friend pulls away from the embrace.
“what are you giggling at?”
you swallow, struggling to hold eye contact, “nothing! just thought of something funny, haha, s’all.”
“okay…” inwardly sighing, you see that she doesn’t suspect a thing, while your other friend didn’t exactly care about your little slip-up. “is dinner still on tomorrow?”
you can faintly see suguru groaning and complaining and this time you bite your lip to suppress another laugh, nodding furiously to the question before they walk in the opposite direction. you’re thankful they live in the same area. finally, they’re gone for good, but you wait for them to be out of sight for a minute before you’re waving your boyfriend and his friends over.
“(y/n), when are you gonna tell your friends? you know that i can’t keep my mouth shut for long—” gojo gets a smack on his back by choso, the three share laughter, and it usually goes like this (even with gojo trying his best to keep your secret under wraps), but the thing that always manages to surprise you is how geto greets you. sometimes, he brings flowers. other times, he twirls you around if he’s excited, and maybe if he’s feeling tame, he settles for a peck on the cheek or temple or lips. safe to say, geto suguru is obsessed with you.
“hey,” geto grins, smoothly bringing you in with an arm while the other carries his skateboard, “ready to go?” you’re about to answer him when his friends cut in noisily (how your friends don’t hear him is beyond you) and you think they’re going to shout something insulting like the boys you see in movies — even when they’ve shown how much they love you as geto’s girlfriend.
“make sure geto doesn’t fall off his skateboard!” choso bursts into laughter at gojo’s statement, “have fun, you lovebirds.”
suguru gives them the finger and tells them to piss off, but you just giggle at their quips as they head off to a fast-food restaurant. your boyfriend only adores the interaction from afar; when you turn to face him again, his eyebrow is raised and a little smile forms and you have to look at his chest to avoid his piercing stare.
“you’re too cute,” he notes nonchalantly, and today, he’s quiet and silently loving, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “how’s your friends?”
you sigh, brushing geto’s signature bangs out of his face, “not coming ‘round. they’re convinced all skater boys are devils.”
“it’s alright, i don’t blame them. our seniors were crap.” geto swiftly takes your hand in his, ignoring the tingly feeling when you interlace his fingers with yours. “ever since the incident, they’ve been kicked out and banned from the skate park, so it’s good we don’t interact with them even after they’ve graduated.”
“yeah, it’s great.”
“it is?” the smile geto gives you is teasing, “you’re great too.”
you roll your eyes, but don’t deny the heat on your cheeks. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let’s just go.”
you love geto, you do, but sometimes, you shouldn’t let him talk you into things — as excited as you were for this day, thinking of riding on a skateboard and actually being on it were two different things.
“baby, if it helps, maybe you could keep your arms out,” geto shouts from across the skate park, being extremely optimistic after seeing you balance on it. moving was another story though.
“i just— can’t, i always feel like falling!” you shout back, landing on a leg to stop the slow moving skateboard (if it was even really moving). even holding out your arms didn’t work, the familiar beat of your heart always speeding up when you feel like you’re going to fall.
“maybe i’m not ready yet.”
the other frowns, jogging over, “no, maybe we’re taking it too fast. c’mon, up you go.”
he ushers you back onto the board, clutching tightly onto your hands like a toddler on their first steps. it made you look stupid, heck, you feel stupid, but geto only offers a soft smile, placing kisses on both hands.
“maybe i should’ve guided you with my hands. or would you rather we…” he grins, moving his hands to your waist and you shriek, immediately grabbing hold of his forearms, “slow dance style.”
loud laughter escapes you, so distracted and focused on his face that you don’t even notice geto dragging you along until you’ve completed a small distance. the ride feels easy enough, and soon he takes his hands off your waist with a grin.
“that’s my darlin’!”
“huh?”
his laughter is like sunshine and rain and everything you like, his jet black hair blowing in the soft breeze.
“you’re moving, baby!”
“shit, am i?” your legs aren’t wobbling any more, nor do your feet feel heavy. you’re able to stop the skateboard and start, albeit slowly, but you’re still able to get somewhere without any help. “i am! su, look!”
“i am looking,” geto’s laughter subsides into a smile, pleasantly surprised when the board vanishes below you and you’re taken up into the air suddenly. you’re flying in his arms, face inches from his while you’re holding tightly to make sure you don’t slip. “and she is looking stunning as always.” heat creeps up your neck to your face, and you’re glad you can blame it on the sun at least.
“you’re not looking so bad yourself, skater boy,” even on the skateboard, it’s difficult to reach his height, but you love it anyway: dangly arms around his frame, body weight supported effortlessly by the skater.
“i’ll teach you how to do an ollie next,” geto knows it’s far from your intended to-do list today, so he kisses you, geto suguru kisses you to (partially) distract you, swallowing your surprise, but he also kisses you because he likes (loves) it. he has you wrapped up in his arms, sweating to the bone from the scorching rays and the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and you unknowingly untangle his hair from those chains of his.
“i’m going to die attempting an ollie,” you giggle, breath mixing with his after the heated kiss.
“or we could just kiss, instead, princess.”
one day. one day you’ll tell your friends and you’ll receive the brunt of their disapproval, but here in this old skate park, you’re willing to miss a few hours of studying to be with your skater, lover boy.
sigh. when will a broody skater boy who acts all tough and bad but is actually all soft for his girl gonna come along
was feeling stressed today because of schoolwork but pop drop candy came on my playlist and now i have no choice but to not be stressed
i am vibing against my will please help
GUYS LOOK:33!!!
i drew my son (tweek) and his bf cus i got bored 😭✋ im at my aunt’s rn nd they’re playing weird bored games I don’t understand💀💀
My first five Art Fight attacks (aside from the one I already posted)!
Alessa "Alex" Destello for Astral_Cryptid
B.C. Christian for ANDTHEPICKLES
Periwinkle for Jelly_Yam
Fergus Carberry for RandoTextHere
Luka Rohk'verdae for @lunarautumn
too lazy to make art tooday….here’s angle doost….
reblogs > likes but both r swag…
ages ago i got that aa4 4koma anthology that never got translated to english...well, there was someone doing translations of them a while ago, but they didn't finish? i don't think? 'cause ive never seen these DARYAN COMICS translated before!!!!
if im wrong, oh well! i got my friend @/spiritruse on twt to translate them for me, and i did the typesetting :3 pls rejoice daryan nation
amanda young, lesbian icon of the horror genre
DFIOUCJKL MVHN
PURPLE AAAAREDIFLUCGJV M /POS ILY SM AEIROUGVH IM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T DM'D YOU LATELY I PROMMY I LOVE U SM <3333333
tw// smoking
Ruh roh…. new AU sketches…
lowkey have the plot and everything, but idk if I’ll make it a comic. I plan to make refs soon tho! feel free to ask any questions :]
I just watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning.
Like…damn 😳🫣😲😖🥺🥺 (explaining my mood throughout the film with emojis)
I’ll try to explain well with details now.
First off- Tommy!! 🥺 poor boy that turned into a killer. Basically his “uncle” turned him into this “monster”. Sad that Tommy suffered from mental disorder, but it hurt me to hear when people were calling him “retarded” 😠. Also he’s just… Angry! Deep down!
I don’t know why but I thought Luda Hewitt would of been the “innocent step mother” but my idea of her was wrong, knowing that she was a “beggar” when she found baby Tommy.
Don’t get me started with “Hoyt” (Charlie). He gets under my skin. That’s it.
But overall, I would give the (2006 version) 8/10. I really enjoyed the horror film, just like the other horror ones, the slashers always distract me more🤭😅. Despite the gruesome and gore kills from Leatherface (he suits both names🤭) and how the family are “deformed” and “cannibals”😕.
💝I do have a soft spot for Tommy.🥺🤍
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summary | ari takes care of you when you're sick dom!ari levinson x sick!reader | kinktober 2022
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warnings | kinda fluffy, actually. just ari taking charge + reader falling into subspace??
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CONT.
“Ari—”
“I got it,” the man in front of you grunts, moving towards the kitchen. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment.
Great. Not like you ruined the friendship before it began—what friendship is there between the two of you anyways? I mean, it has been a few years since the two of you first met, and the man in front of you couldn’t stop glaring and turning quiet whenever he was around you. Your friend Natasha introduced the two of you, her saying that this was her best friend. Since then, he was pretty much stuck with you.
Like now, with you being sick, and him coming over to take care of you since Natasha asked—practically begged—him to.
And you’ve never been more uncomfortable sitting in silence.
For one, he’s intimidating. Plus, though you’ll never admit it, you seem to melt around him. Since he shoved the cocky football player attempting to get handsy with you in college, you felt… safe. Around him. And shy. And everything else.
Like you knew that he would take care of you no matter what. The reassurance that you can depend on him.
“Sorry,” you murmur when he brings you a glass of water. The man stares at you for a second, then shakes his head.
“Stop apologizing.”
The sorry is stuck in your throat again, so you just nod instead. Ari sighs—you’re sure you’re an annoyance to him. Who would sign up to take care of someone who was younger than you and could barely form coherent sentences? There were thousands of girls wanting his attention.
Your grip on the cup loosens, when he places it on the table, crouching in front of the sofa. His hands are on either side of your thighs, as he stares up at you. Observing you. Heat crawls up your neck, and you fight the urge to bury your head in the blankets.
“Do you need anything else?” The words are surprisingly softer than expected.
“You can go,” you blurt. “I don’t want to hold you up if you have anything.”
He does—since he’s the CEO. It’s ridiculous that he’s putting back meetings for you.
“I’m staying,” his voice is firm. “Until you get better.”
“I’m feeling okay,” you squeak, and attempt to get up. “I can search the fridge to find something to make for dinner.”
“Baby.”
You freeze at the nickname that leaves his mouth. Isn’t that… for lovers?
It must have the effect he intended, though, because Ari gently places you back on the sofa, pulling the blankets around you. But this time, he places himself below you, so that you’re straddling his thighs, and that your chests are touching. In order to steady yourself, your fingers splay across his chest, and he sucks in a tense breath. You shiver—not from the cold. The whole time, he’s staring at you, eyes hooded.
And you can’t discern whether it’s embarrassment or nerves—maybe both—but you bury your face in the crook of his neck: your safe spot. Whether you’re watching scary movies or forced to go to another party with Natasha, that area has been a haven for you, blocking out your surroundings.
It’s not until now that you realize how… odd this is. How this is something that friends don’t do.
Except you don’t know if you care. Because you’re falling into some headspace, where you can let all responsibilities go and have Ari handle it—he always does. In fact, you want Ari to take charge and tell you what to do.
You feel his hand, big enough to engulf yours, come to rest on your hip. You squirm when his thumb rubs circles on your skin, an arm snaking around your waist to press you closer together.
“I’ll take care of it. Don’t lift a finger—you understand me?”
Friendship is experiencing the horrors at that shitty 24/7 gas station at the edge of town.