if you're taking requests for rust cohle, i've been thinking about fem!reader whos rusts equally as weird girlfriend or partner or something, and they just match each others freaks. like he brings her to martys and theyre both just like weirding out the family, or she wakes up from a nightmare on their little floor bed and he immediately knows. Maybe its too vague, so don't feel super pressured to do it. thanks if you do!
the fem!reader i always write for rust is definitely her own little character at this point and she is exactly like that, similar but balancing to rust. for sure freaks out marty and maggie a little bit, definitely as blunt as rust but less flat in energy..
i did start a little run in fluff fic where they run into marty and maggie on a date night so here it is ! <3 i’ll also write a wake up fic cause it’s really cute to think abt
drive in : rust cohle x fem!reader 🖤🤍
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synopsis: rust takes you on what was supposed to be a private night out but you run into a couple familiar faces
warnings: none, just fluff. maybe some ooc rust but i have no idea atp, he’s just openly affectionate towards you in front of others but it fits with the relationship i promise (1.3k words or so)
"you've gotta be kidding me..."
rust sighs heavily as they pull up in one of the very few parking spots left for the theatre. you had begged him to drive up to the city to see this new movie at the drive in, il postino, the postman, some italian movie about pablo neruda.
not that either of you were particularly ever moved by neruda's poetry— or at least, rust believes he wouldn't be if he even read it.
"you didn't tell me, it would have the subtitles down the bottom.. now we gotta listen to them speak something we don't understand.." it's marty. it's undoubtedly rust's coworker, that voice and tone is so distinguishable.
rust lets out a sigh before the woman with the man recognises her husband's partner.
"rust? i can't believe this." maggie's face lights up with a smile as rust raises his hand in greeting.
"hey, marty. maggie." he leans over the wheel. you tilt your head to the side and nudge his elbow, sitting up a bit more.
rust glances to you once before he exhales, ".. this is y/n." he introduces you to the two, gesturing as you wave back.
maggie smiles after a moment of hesitation. "it's lovely to meet you..."
marty seems to frown, ".. now, wait a minute. who're you.. related to him?"
you look at rust. obviously he doesn't mention you, lord almighty.
"we're family friends." you reply, an easy fix. but rust doesn't seem happy about the answer. "you don't have to say that." he says, not minding if the other couple hear.
"family friends?" marty repeats, a little incredulous. he laughs in disbelief.
"she's staying with me for a while. we're old friends." he corrects you, probably trying to not seem strange to the other two.
"and you guys are here to..." marty starts, and maggie rolls her eyes again, clearly restraining herself from scolding her husband about his comments.
"... watch the movie." rust’s eyes flick to the screen which has started playing its very long adverts.
"honestly, marty.. why are you acting so surprised?" you heard maggie murmur to him. "i just didn't expect it. he never mentioned anyone." marty answers her defensively in a lower tone as he raises his hand. you press your lips together, a little speechless at this exchange. not speechless enough.
"if it makes you feel any better, i'm 10 years younger than him."
rust gives you a look, shaking his head. the couple exchange silent glances.
"she's a little dramatic." rust tells them.
marty shrugs, looking at you both, "yeah, well... suits you." he tries to reason as you just smile slightly, your hand on rusts arm as you roll down the other window.
"let's get food. please." you say to rust, closer to his ear. he nods, getting his wallet from his jacket before opening the car door.
you get out first and rust rounds the car to close the door for you, looking down as he holds your arm briefly, leaning closer and saying something in a lower voice.
"i know you're pathological, but they are nice people.." he murmurs. you smile slightly, "i know, i'm sorry... i'll talk to them, i don't mind." you say.
"ya'll getting dinner?" rust asks them. maggie nods and pats marty's shoulder.
"... course." he responds, opening the car door with a quiet grunt.
you wait a second, in your mini shorts, tank top, as maggie comes out in her nice sundress. it's passing sunset, probably 80 degrees still out.
"i love your dress." you tell her as she comes next to you, like testing your sizing together, seeing how well you fit with your 'sister in law'.
"thank you, it's..." she paused, looking at your outfit. she didn't bother telling you the brand (it's jcpenny). "is that pink floyd?" she asked, pointing to your top.
"oh, yeah." you smile, fixing the strap as the four walk up together to the stalls.
you lean against the counter as rust picks out the food, dissecting the different candy on the display, the popcorn and the hot dogs. "it's so hot out." you comment, letting out a sigh.
"what're you after?" rust asks you in that same quieter voice. "maybe popcorn if you share." you reply, pointing to the kind you like.
"i don't believe rust would, share his popcorn." marty laughs roughly through his words.
"i'm not that miserable." he replies. you shrug, "you snatched away that toffee cake from me the other night like i tried to set the plate on fire."
it makes rust smile slightly and shake his head. "you got a sweet tooth, y/n? me too." maggie smiles at the two of you.
"it's severe and expensive." you exhale.
"what made you guys wanna see this movie?" rust asks marty, who huffs out. "i like romantic movies, i just thought it would be nice for date night..." maggie tells you both, and you nod. "me too.. if rust had his way, we would have rented 'heat' from blockbuster... again.." you say.
"why're you making it sound like we always do what i want?" rust looks down at you as he hands cash to the attendant in the stand.
"i'm not.." you laugh slightly, "i love al pacino. i just love these artsy european movies too sometimes..." you joke, and maggie laughs.
"he's the same, marty's ideal night would be kicking back and watching whatever baseball game is on.." maggie smiles, as marty buys them a couple drinks and a bag of popcorn too. rust hands you your cup and a straw.
"hey now, i'm not some kind of a neanderthal." marty tells you both. rust looks between the group, like something is out of place.
"c'mon, let's get back to the car." rust puts his arm over your shoulder, palm squeezing your arm for a split second as you all make your way back to your spaces.
rust gives you the popcorn to hold and puts his drink in the cup holder, pulling down the top roof of your knocked up convertible, definitely nothing he drives to work.
"is that your car?" marty addresses you by name, pointing as he opens the trunk of the car.
"oh, yeah... pretty old now, but perfect for these nights." you nod. "bought it off a guy in houston." you reply. "interesting exchange. yeah.." you smile at rust for a moment, squinting as he exhales and gets back in the drivers seat. "movie's gonna start soon." he reminds you instead, brushing off your comment.
"right... enjoy yourselves." you smile again to the two, polite this time, as you round the car to sit back down in the passengers side.
when you shut the door, rust shifts closer to you, leaning over with those slightly widened eyes as he cracks a can of soda.
"you okay?" you inquire, relaxing back in the seat, fishing out a little handful of popcorn to start with.
"yeah... just surprised to see them here.. threw me off a little.." he murmurs like he's telling you some secret, but he's only quiet to not risk marty and maggie overhearing. he wasn't saying anything.. rude.
".. they seemed really surprised by me, hm?" you tilt your head, nudging his arm. he instead puts it around your shoulder, pulling you to sit closer to him. "don't be mad, but.. i don't like talking about you at work," he says quietly. "i'd rather have you all to myself." he whispers, squeezing your neck under his elbow until you laugh and pull him off.
"you're embarrassed of me, admit it.." you reply quietly, your smile still wide and teasing. he shakes his head,
"what've i got to be embarrassed about? you're... i mean, they like you already. that's your problem..."
"everyone likes you. you're like me, except..." he starts. you raise an eyebrow, sceptical. "alright, well... i sure do like you..." he rubs your arm, and you turn to plant a kiss on his lips. it surprises him again, before he leans in for something a little more lasting.
he closes his eyes, leaving a mark of his taste on your lips, camels, like always.. his fingertips linger on your neck for a moment.
rust looks back at you, eyes flicking over your face, to your lips as he exhales heavily. “.. you’re crazy to be with me..” he murmurs.
“.. that’s the core of it all.” you smile.
a/n: tooo short next will be longer rust is out of his scope when hes not alone w reader hehe
