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Yes, we had a vote at the last leftist meeting and I got appointed head explainer, so it was my turn to pick a way to refer to people who pretend to be leftists but don't actually adhere to any leftist values.
No leftist worth their salt would be spreading propaganda and despair. And anyone who gets serious about being a leftist starts by educating themselves about politics, so they wouldn't be repeating nonsense that's debunked by the google equivalent of a single episode of Schoolhouse Rocks.
That said, let's talk about some of your specific points:
I just see you saying âthe right isnât getting strongerâ and all I wanna ask is what kinda Kool-Aid youâre on, because I look around the world and see a generational trend towards authoritarianism and fascism.
That's your fear talking.
No, really. It just looks that way to you because they frighten you.
I live in a country where people used to consider it a fine day out, a sunday best clothes kinda day, to wander down to the tree to watch someone lynch a black man. I live in a country that inspired Hitler's policies towards the Jewish people. I live in a country that has been responsible for genocide many many times.
I also live in a country where a man said "I have a dream" and helped bring about the end of a century of racist terror. A place where pride has become a nationwide celebration of diversity and strength. A place where people want to live up to the ambitions of the New Colossus.
So yeah, the authoritarians have been losing for a long time, but social change takes a long time. Politically, they were almost sunk in the 50s, with the way the Republican party was set to collapse. Sadly, we hadn't made as much social progress, so the Republicans rebuilt their base of power and started with new policies to try to undo progress. Every surge they've made to try to reclaim their position has gotten weaker and weaker.
Here's what the electoral map looked like for Reagan:
This is the first time in something like 20 years that the Republicans have won the popular vote for president and it required not just a colossal mistake on the part of the Democrats but also an unprecedented time of economic inequality across the entire planet.
What you see as a generational trend towards authoritarianism and fascism is just a reactionary surge. The trend is going the other direction. They're thrashing that much harder knowing that their way of life is dying out. It means they're dangerous, but it also means they're dying.
Maybe you're too young to know this from experience, maybe you don't have the broad picture yet, but they are getting weaker. A party known for being able to mobilize and unify wasn't able to pickup any additional support when they really needed it.
If the Democrats had really supported the working class, if they'd really tried to allay fears about the ongoing economic woes? The Republicans won by a hair in a year when the Democrats made big mistakes.
In closing, Re: Israel
Yes I can say both of those things at the same time.
Biden doesn't have the ability to dictate Netanyahu's behavior *and* he also should have made it policy to end offensive aid to Israel, not just slow roll it. I'm not sure why you think Israel is only able to do what they do because of US aid, especially because they currently aren't even getting that aid. They're a developed country with a large GDP and a completely modern military. They aren't another arm of the US military that can be disarmed at a whim.
If you don't know all of the things that the Biden administration did to put pressure on the Israeli government to end the genocide, you should go do some research, it's a decent list.
We tried to warn you, and you wouldnât listen to us over the sound of your own self-righteousness. You must be so proud of yourselves.
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I love trans fursonas. Like, this is not a person who lived a life. They aren't AMAB or AFAB because they weren't born: they were drawn or modeled or written or whatever, and what parts of their non-life that covers are entirely up to the creators. They can't be "trans" in the traditional sense because they didn't exist prior* to being a person who is trans, you know? They aren't transitioning from anything, there's no from to transition from.
They could look cis, in their appropriate gender. But they don't. They look trans, in all the forms that can take. Wolfgirls with bulges and catboys with top surgery scars... And that's why it's amazing. They could look like anything. Infinite possibilities and they look visibly trans. It's such a celebration of the trans experience because it's saying "this isn't just an unfortunate period between looking like my AGAB and passing perfectly", this is how I look, this is a valid way to look, this is a beautiful way to look, and there's reasons why you might want to look this way. This is can be a desirable way to look, in both non-sexual and sexual ways: you can want to look like this, and you can find looking like this attractive.
It's about the wish-fulfillment. It's about how it's explicitly saying "even in my wildest dreams where I can be a wolf who is a secret agent ninja with a billion dollars and five girlfriends... I'm still trans, and that's fine."
Cause like, there's no reason why your fursona couldn't just be cis, or trans but using magic or future science to pass perfectly! You could totally do that, and it's completely valid if you do want to do that.
But the fact you had that option and didn't choose it is what gives me such hope and love. It's the explicit confirmation that this is how you wanted to be that's so great.
* technically there are some cases where this isn't true: some people had a fursona that was the same gender as their AGAB, then they realized they were trans, and they transitioned their fursona alongside themselves. Those people are awesome, btw, and probably braver than any marine.
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If you feel like giving up on shifting, here's a list of the highs and the lows I've experienced only thanks to shifting:
-Being with someone I liked in my original reality but couldn't have;
-Having fairy wings and flying, feeling the air flow between your hair, body and the rush of adreline the higher you go up;
-Using my magic for the first time, connecting with all sort of living beings (plants, animals) and being able to communicate with them and feel things in a deeper way;
-Having a group of friends in my dorm and becoming united and tight;
-Using futuristic technology;
-Reading really ancient magical books;
-Seeing our solar system in space;
-Actually, being inside a spaceship and seeing space FROM space itself! You think everything is huge and distant? You won't realize how true it is until you're there;
-Connecting to different types of elemental magic all around you, from fire, to water, to more complex things like light and space itself;
-Using magic to make your life easier. Bed? Just use your magic to make it. Clothes? Just spin around and you're ready to go. Bad hair? What's that? I know too many beauty spells to have bad hair;
-Using both dark and light powers, truly understanding the meaning of emotions, even the ones considered ""negative";
-Having an actual arch-nemesis, somehow and someway being so different yet so similar;
-Meeting all sorts of humanoids, from demons, angels, dryads, androids, fairies... and the list goes on;
-Actually belonging to those groups!
-Buying all sort of clothes and accessories, imagine something that doesn't exist here, you can actually wear it now;
-Being sent on mission on another planet;
-Studying on another planet! Waking up and seeing the rings of Saturn, while the sun is just a little tiny dot far away in the sky;
-Being away from Earth and knowing magic is real while the entirety of humanity doesn't;
-Being cast for the first time in your first role!
-Opening a bank account and seeing the cash flow;
-Being loved and appreciated for your talent and the things you do;
-Barely staying on social media to avoid all sort of hate that might get to you;
-Travelling around the world to sing on stage;
-Being able to basically buy anything, without any limits whatsover;
-Big numbers everywhere, from views, to followers, to money;
-Meeting celebrities whom you once liked and being like... "Hey, this person is just like me";
-Celebrities being starstruck for you instead of the other way around;
-a majority of your roles being your main realities;
-Buying your first house! Despite actually living there only for two months max since you're always around the globe;
-Falling in love with people you shouldn't;
-Your ex in your fame reality playing the role of your actual ex of another reality (this one took me out you guys I didn't even do it on purpose)
-Having professors that aren't humans. One of my professor is a victorian frog (If you know you know);
-Being sent all over the cosmo to stop the big bads from taking over;
-While also having to return to class like everything is fine!
-But it totally is... I guess this is the new normal now?;
-Finding out the big villain who's been terrorizing the whole town is your boyfriend's dad and breaking up cause it was too much for you (If you know you know part 2);
-The responsability of the town's safety weighting on you, wondering if you are fit for the role despite winning so many times;
-Starting an investigation on campus because some shady stuff is happening;
-Becoming popular, actually being sucked into popularity and the superficial part of you coming out;
-Your friends being mad at you for it and then remembering what's truly important, them;
-Fighting in battle. You get hurt A LOT if you aren't careful;
-Your arch-nemesis confessing their ACTUAL crimes to you and keeping it a secret because you don't want to get caught by the law;
-Meeting the same people in different realities and realizing how deep people (and also you) are, and how complex life truly is;
I'm sure there's waaaay more since I spent so much time in my realities, but oh there are the ones that came up right now. Hope you guys like the list!
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high heels ll spencer reid x reader
warnings/tags: non, fluff, total fluff, fem reader, prince charming spencer reid word count: 1226 a/n: this is so not me I can run in heels so have fun with this one.
You were used to wearing boots, booted heels, platforms, and trainers. Never in your life had you thought you'd wear stiletto heels. It was fine, you could walk perfectly fine if you were on a flat surface, the pain wasn't even that bad.
Stairs?
No. Stairs were your biggest enemy in them. Up or down, you were like a new born deer.
"Are you sure you don't want to just wear another pair of shoes?" Spencer asked as he watched you wobble down the stairs of your apartment building.
You gave him a stink eye.
"Fine, but don't ask for my shoes later on." He gave you a look, and you smiled, taking his arm.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Doc." You giggled as you walked to the car.
Both of you were dressed formally, Spencer in his nicest black tux and you in a black satin dress that fell to your midcalf. The FBI had a dinner every couple of years just to celebrate. Spencer and you both knew it was just an excuse for an open bar.Â
The drive there was easy enough. It was not far, the two steps into the hotel, you held Spencer's arm for dear life.
"Just up the stairs."
Your heart dropped at the sentence that came out of the receptionist's mouth. You looked towards the grand staircase that was heading up, in that moment, you were sure you'd end up falling down them. Spencer was clearly enjoying your sense of dread, its as if he was waiting to say 'I told you so.'Â
"Come on." Spencer tugged you along, and you tried not to trip over your feet.
You started delicately taking steps up the stairs, again holding Spencer's arm. He looked amused at your struggles, but when they got to the 10th step, he sighed. It had taken you 3 minuets to climb them.
You let out a shout as he scooped you into his arms, carrying you up the stairs bridal style. Your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you went red.
"I couldn't watch you struggle any longer, it was hurting me deeply." He spoke. You tried to hide your smile in his suit. "You definitely are liking this."
You smacked his chest with one of your hands. "Shut up."
You did enjoy every moment of it. He gave you another cheeky smile as you hit the top of the stairs. Delicately, setting you down. You brushed off your dress and gave him a bright smile.
"Thank you." You whispered, already feeling eyes on you both. You fiddled with his tie for a moment.
"Anything for you." He kissed the side of your head before allowing you to take his arm again.
The night went usually. Greeting people you knew, moments where you were on the small room for dancing. Spencer had wandered off somewhere with Derek while you stood with JJ and Will. "How are the shoes?" JJ asked, staring down at her feet. She was the one who'd gifted you them.
"They're nice, but I think most of the time I'm trying not to fall to my death." You let out a chuckle.
JJ gave you a sympathetic look. "You get used to it, I promise."
A tap on your shoulder made you turn around. Spencer stood with his arms behind his back and a cheeky smile on his face. You narrowed your eyes, wondering what he was up to.
He held out his hand dramatically, bowing slightly. "May I have this dance, my lady?"
Your cheeks heated, and you grinned. "Why, of course." You mock curtsied at him as he pulled you onto the makeshift dance floor, where a few people were swaying together.
JJ and Will were joined by the rest of the team, and they all watched them dance together with soft expressions. You giggling at his dramatic flairs to the dance. Him making sure you were only focused on him, it wasn't hard, he was the only one for you. His hair was pushed back slightly, his face had its usual light stubble, he looked like rugged prince charming. Â
"Another side to him comes out with her." Derek spoke, a chuckle coming out as he sipped his drink.
Your squeal was audible when he twirled you out quickly, pulling you back in and dipping you low. "You're going to make me fall." You shook your head amused.Â
"I'd never let you fall." He smiled back, kissing the side of your mouth. "If I did, I'd always be there to catch you."
"You're so cheesy." You giggled in his arms.
"I'm lactose intolerance." He quipped back, you snorted and pressed your head to his shoulder.
Will smiled at the pair and their antics. "I'll be surprised if they're not married by the end of the year." He spoke out loud.
"It's November." JJ reminded.
Will shrugged. "Like they'd ever have a traditional wedding, they'd probably get married by an Elvis impersonator, with ring pops." JJ laughed leaning back into Will.
"You look wonderful." Spencer whispered as you swayed together.
"And you look magical." You whispered back, he hummed leaning his head on yours.
The night dwindled down, You and Spencer didn't let go of each others hands for the rest of the evening. You said your goodbyes to everyone, making sure to remind the rest of the team about your Christmas party.
As soon as you started making your way out. Spencer scooped you into his arms again, everyone's eyes turned to the pair of you as he rushed out with you in his arms.
Will nudged JJ to look at what Spencer was doing. JJ raised her eyebrows. "Okay, maybe you'll be right." She muttered.
"You like doing this more than me." You laughed as he made his way down the stairs. One arm under your knees, the other under your arms.
"I admit nothing." He replied, kissing your cheek. You hid your face in his neck as he continued.
As soon as they hit the last step. You were sure he'd let you down, instead he kept walking towards the door. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you home, my lady." He replied, giving you another cheeky smile. His eyes were bright staring at you with love in his eyes.
The doorman opened the door with a smile on his face. You wiggled to be let down and he let you down softly laughing at your scowl. You shivered at the cold. He took of his blazer, quickly wrapping you up.
"You don't have to do that." You replied, about to start taking the blazer off. Instead, he just scooped you up again, not caring about the looks he was getting. "Spencer!" You laughed smacking his chest.
"Just enjoy it, I am." He grinned down at you. You rolled your eyes leaning into his shoulder.
Will was right. Three weeks later. Spencer and you announced you two were married at your Christmas party.
Pictures of you with a Elvis impersonator, two red ring pop rings on your left hands. There was pictures of you kissing while dipped. Him holding you bridal style with a bright red lipstick stain on his cheek, and a bright smile on both of your faces. One where you were holding Spencer bridal style, your face red and Spencer trying to hide his face with one hand. Then another where you both had your foreheads together just cheesing at each other.Â
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success story: celebrity crush turned boyfriend
First off, I'm aware people may not believe me. However, that's completely fine! I simply don't care, because it happened, and I wanted to share. I will not be sharing explicit details due to privacy reasons for both me and my boyfriend, especially since he is a popular actor.
It took me a few weeks because I didn't want to jump into dating immediately. However, you can immediately manifest anything and quantum jump! I chose to do it step by step.
"Dp" is a term used in the LOA (Law of Affirmation, Assumption and/or Attraction) community to describe your desired person. It can be anyone. 3D is the 3d dimension, the world you see in front of you. 4D is your thoughts and the reality where everything you want is accomplished.
It happened, but... what did?
I manifested my celebrity crush! I've been interested in him for some time now (due to personal reasons me and my now ex boyfriend â whom I manifested, too â have broken up). It was quite a wild ride, to be completely honest, and as always, I turned out successful!
There seems to be a blockage many face while manifesting celebrities, or otherwise famous/popular people. They're putting them on a pedestal, and so shifting the focus from actually manifesting to idolizing them. Of course, if you're manifesting a celebrity sp, you're most likely a fan of them already â that's not the point.
You're god, you're on top of the universe, you're the most important person there is. I don't care, and neither should you, about your circumstances. They're nothing but that â a circumstance in the 3D. As we all know, the 3D reflects our beliefs, assumptions, and the things we attract by engaging them. We engage them by giving them attention and reacting. An example can be someone giving you a dirty look â "Oh my god, they hate me!," you could think, and that is your assumption. You're not sure if they were even looking at you, because they could've been looking behind you, or simply have a resting b*tch face. And so, you thinking they frowned at you is an assumption. It's quite easy to create one.
And it's also easy to change that! The LOA (Law of Attraction, Assumption and/or Affirmation) community likes to overcomplicate manifesting by claiming it is hard to change your beliefs. It really is not. Every time you encounter a negative thought (thoughts create assumptions, assumptions show up in the 3D), simply change it. It's as easy as it seems. "I feel so sad", you can change that by saying, "I'm so happy and relaxed". Don't accept things you don't want to experience. Something happened that upset you? No, it didn't. Instead of dwelling on it, ignore it or affirm "It never happened", create a new story, "(something else) happened".
how did you manifest a celebrity dp?
You manifest a celebrity just like you manifest anyone else. They're human, and I don't believe in free will â anything I don't want, I change. It may sound weird, but is there even such thing as normal when it comes to manifesting and all the possibilities the universe offers?
The only thing you must do is take them off the pedestal and regain your power and control. It's not about them â it's about you. They're the obsessed one, they're the one manifesting you, you're on their mind.
If you're searching for a recipe, there is none. However, I can share a few ingredients â things that helped me:
â affirming. Affirming is nothing more than repeating what you want to happen, ex. "My dp loves me."
â persisting. You really don't want to give up until you see results. Of course, it doesn't mean you have to manifest 24/7, but then again, we think all the time, and so we manifest all the time, too.
â living in the end. Living in the end is living as if you already had your desire. How would you feel? How would you act, what would you do? Surely you wouldn't be stressing over results and whatever it is you're manifesting, because you'd already have it. Belief isn't necessary as long as you affirm and persist, but it sure does help.
â having someone to talk to. Having someone you can talk to about your manifestation journey and being supported was really important to me. I want to thank my best friends Star and Aurora, for always supporting and believing in me â¤ď¸. Others would've called me delusional but you guys stood by my side.
I decided to delete the images proof due to rude comments and bullying in my asks.
Just breathe. For this part, I wanted to share some affirmations I used.
"Everything I want is mine. Everything I want, I get. I want it, I've got it. I'm a master manifestor. I always manifest whatever I desire and want."
"My dp (insert their name) loves me. My dp wants me. My dp is obsessed with me. My dp constantly texts me. My dp is texting me right now. My dp misses me. I am constantly on my dp's mind. My dp is constantly thinking about me. My dp is my boyfriend (or girlfriend, partner, anything you desire). I am my dp's best friend and soulmate."
Good luck â¤ď¸. 222
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a sinner i am
If its so wrong, why does it feel so good?
trope: Boyfriend's Dad PP character: Joel Miller x f reader summary: Your boyfriend Shawn Miller and his dad Joel bring you along to Hawaii for Christmas vacation. Things don't go as planned.
warning: 10/10 on the sexual tension scale, slowishh burn, kissing, grinding, cheating on your bf (but itâs cool, cuz its with Joel and everything is fictional in this universe), alternative universe b/c daddy miller stays alive and hates golf and he has a son named Shawn, no Sarah. rating: E
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part i : takeoff
The best things in life are the people we love, the places weâve been, and all the memories weâve made along the way. - author unknown
"Loving him is a sin; of that I'm fully aware. But a sinner I am." - Bella Jewel
Your boyfriend Shawn brings over two iced coffees as the two of you work on a crossword together at your local coffee shop. You have been filling in the squares quickly.
"Thanks babe," you say warmly as you take the coffee from him. He presses a kiss to your temple, taking a seat next to you.Â
"Damn, you're fast this mornin'," he says when he sees all you've filled in. It's a tradition for the two of you; weekend crosswords over coffee. It's nice. It's domestic.Â
It's a little boring.Â
You're college sweethearts who met your sophomore year and have been inseparable since. And while the love is still very much there the butterflies have unfortunately been hibernating for a while.Â
It's normal, you tell yourself when you sometimes zone out during sex. It's normal when you've been together with someone so long.Â
"It's so nice to be doing this instead of college essays," you say.Â
"Fuck yeah it is."Â
This is your first summer of freedom without the threat of schoolwork looming in the near distance. Shawn is starting his master's in the fall and you've just accepted a position at the local museum.Â
âJust think Iâll actually be able to enjoy Christmas this year,â you tease. âUnlike someone whoâll be working on essays.â
âHey now,â Shawn says with mock offence. âIâll be able to enjoy my Christmas just fine. Actually, my dad wants to celebrate Christmas somewhere warm this year. He's talkin' about some resort in Hawaii."
Shawn comes from money, the son of the infamous Joel Miller of The Miller Company, the premiere construction firm in Texas. This means expensive vacations, nice cars, all of that is normal for him. You meanwhile have had to work hard for everything you have.
Being left behind at Christmas seems strangely unkind for the normally thoughtful head of the Miller family. Shawn's dad has always treated you like one of the family so this news is unexpected.
"Have a great time," you say trying not to be jealous. "Bring me back some chocolate macadamia nuts."
You can admit that even though both Shawn and his father are humble, kind men, you're always a bit bitter that they live so nicely. Leaving you out of their holiday vacation seems especially unkind.Â
"He's taking both of us babe," Shawn says with a grin. "You think he's gonna leave you behind on Christmas? After youâve spent the last six with us?"Â
Christmas in Hawaii? Is this a dream? Your pencil lays forgotten on the table as you gape open-jawed at your boyfriend.Â
"Are you serious?"
"Babe," Shawn says meaningfully. "My dad likes you better than he likes me. Of course you're invited."
You've always gotten along with Joel. It's impossible not to. He's friendly, funny and charming. There's a reason he's good at his job. And you're a good girl, a kind girlfriend to his son with clear career ambitions.Â
A smile breaks out over your features and you pull Shawn into a tight hug. He chuckles, embracing you back, kissing your cheek.Â
"Make sure you donât overpack, okay?" He murmurs in your ear as you giggle. âI donât feel like helping you haul six bags of shoes for a week-long trip.â
Thoughts of lounging by the pool with a drink in one hand and a magazine in the other while the Hawaiian sun beats down on you is all too enticing. You kiss him fiercely, imagining the time together.
"I can't wait."Â
The two of you finish the crossword puzzle all the while talking about the drinks and food and the excursions you'll both take.Â
"Maybe once I've got a handle on school we can think about findin' an apartment in the new year,"Â Shawn broaches, his hand over yours.
Sex fades, but this? This domestic stuff you have with Shawn? That's special. That's love.Â
âYeah, Iâd love that.â
He gives you a smile, that dimple poking out of his cheek that makes you swoon.
"Ready to go?" Shawn asks, extending his hand to you when your coffees are drained.Â
"Yeah," you say with your hand taking his. "Let's go."
When December twentieth announces itself with a thunderstorm you couldnât care less because youâre at the airport. Your large rolling bag bag is stuffed with cute outfits, swimsuits and even some snorkelling gear.Â
"Feels like you got a dead body in here," Shawn laughs as he struggles with the two bags, handing you yours before swinging an arm around your shoulders.Â
"I wanted to be prepared."
"Let's go my little Girl Scout," he laughs with a gentle kiss to your temple. You both check in and then find your boarding gate.Â
"I'm gonna grab breakfast, you want anything?" Shawn asks as he parks you and the suitcases by the gate full of noisy travellers.Â
"Nah, I'm good."Â
Shawn jogs off in the direction of a Starbucks you passed on your way in.Â
Out the larger windows you can see planes taking off. You've never flown before; you thought that you'd be excited. But at the first view of those planes out the window you feel your stomach drop.Â
Theyâre so big and bulky. How does it fly properly? It couldnât. What if people shift around too much in their seats? Surely this canât be a safe form of travel!
You pull out your phone, distracting yourself with a game. You try for several moments but your eyes keep being drawn to the huge planes outside. You grimace, wondering if you should have gotten your doctor to prescribe you something for anxiety.Â
"Cheer up," a voice says. "You look like you're goin' to prison, not a five star resort."Â
You glance over to see Shawn's dad, Joel, at the other side of you, an amused look on his handsome face. He's wearing jeans and a faded grey Longhorns t-shirt. You're momentarily thrown as normally you see him in dress pants and button downs for work.Â
"I'm excited for the resort, just not the giant metal death box hurling through the air that is my only means of getting there."Â
"Touche."
Shawn jokes about Joel liking you better then he likes him, but the truth is you and Joel are very similar. Your senses of humour, your ability to read people, your tendency to see the worst in people before they prove themselves worthy.
Shawn is more like his mom, sweet and naive at times, always seeing the good in people. It's ironic considering which parent stuck around to raise him and which one escaped the country six years after Shawn was born.Â
Joel takes the empty seat next to you, his kneecap kissing yours as he pulls out his phone.Â
"Never flown before," you explain.Â
"Ah, I see," Joel puts his phone in his pocket, his attention fully fixed on your face. "Well what if I told you it's actually the safest way to travel?"
"I'd call you a liar."
Joel chuckles richly, his hand falling to your knee and squeezing as he laughs.Â
"I promise you, I wouldn't take you on anything unsafe. And if all that's not good enough, you'll have Shawn beside you holding your hand the whole time."
You grin at that, nodding. The thought of Shawn being there does help your anxiety. Joel smiles back, eyes crinkling in the corners.Â
"Thank you so much for inviting me along in this trip, Joel. I've always wanted to go to Hawaii."
"S'a beautiful place," Joel nods. "And you don't need to thank me. You're practically family at this point."Â
Shawn returns with a muffin and two coffees in hand.Â
"Hey dad, got you a coffee," Shawn says handing it to his father.Â
"Thanks," Joel says gratefully. Just then the intercom alert soundsÂ
"Good afternoon passengers.This is the announcement for flight 82B for Oahu, Hawaii. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Thank you.â
âThatâs us.â
The lineup goes uncomfortably fast. You stand beside Sean who is talking to Joel behind you, the two of them deep in conversation about football, a subject you couldn't care less about. You are still too preoccupied with the flight, being surrounded by almost all strangers sailing through the sky.Â
You're not a fan of heights. So when you get to the door of the plane you hesitate, willing your foot to move. When it doesn't and the flight attendants shoot you a confused look, you feel yourself start to panic.Â
Shawn has gone on ahead to grab your seats and place your carry-on bag in the overhead bin, not noticing that you're not behind him. A large hand flies to the small of your back, a comforting gesture. Joel. He rubs there, soothing you.Â
"You'll be okay darlin'," he rumbles in your ear. "Remember, itâs safer than drivin' a car."
âLiar.â
Joelâs deep chuckle makes you grin and you allow Joel to gently prod you onto the plane, shooting the waiting attendants grateful looks for their patience. He takes his seat near the front, watching as you make your way to your seat next to Shawn. As you buckle in a thought occurs to you and you move your voice to a whisper.
"Isn't it gonna be kinda weird with us being there all week with just your dad? I mean, sharing the place and all?"Â
"Nah, he made sure the rooms were far apart. Plus, he invited his girlfriend to come along so I doubt we'll see much of him."
Joel is a chronic workaholic, often pulling late nights and working on his phone. Youâve seen him out and about with beautiful women at the events Shawn takes you to but never formally dating them. You always assumed to be a lifelong bachelor. You wouldn't blame him, especially after what he's been through with Shawn's mother.Â
"I didn't know he had a girlfriend," you say honestly. "Good for him."
"A couple months now," your boyfriend tells you. "You know my dad, mister private. But he took me to dinner and told me about her so I think he's getting serious."Â
"That's really sweet," you say honestly. You want nothing but the best for him.Â
All of a sudden the plane starts to jiggle, sending people stumbling down the aisles and others gasping in surprise. You reach over and grab Shawn's hand, trying to regulate your breathing.Â
"Not so tight, babe," Shawn complains before gently sliding his hand from under yours. "You scratched me with your nails."
"Sorry," you mumble, eyes closed as the jostling of the plane continues. Â
You tighten your seat belt before gripping the seat arms so tightly that your knuckles are white. Sean squeezes your kneecap, murmuring that everything will be okay and that youâre safe. You keep your eyes closed, trying to focus on the soothing sounds of his words.
Eventually the plane enters smooth skies and the seat belt sign is turned off. Despite this you remain keyed up, sitting stiffly as Shawn fades into a nap.Â
"Excuse me, Miss?"
You crack open an eye to see a beautiful redheaded flight attendant bending down towards you with a glass of what appears to be whisky in her hand.  She extends it towards you and you take it confused.
"This is from the gentleman in A-1. He says to take this and you'll be relaxed for the rest of the flight."Â
You look up a few rows to see Joel giving you a brief wave. You thank the women before raising it towards Joel in a Cheers motion.Â
Drink it. Joel mouths.Â
Yes, sir. You mouth back complete with a stiff fake salute before tossing back the drink.Â
He grins at you before settling back in his seat.Â
The drink does the job.Â
"Here we are."
The cab drops the three of you in front of the beach resort. When you step out the air is fragrant with the scent of flowers. You wait while Joel checks you all in before he's back, motioning for you both to follow.Â
There's the main section of the resort with luxurious hotel rooms. The more secluded section contains a variety of self contained houses that dot the waterfront. Its reserved for people who have unlimited credit card limits and drive cars that cost more than your parents first home.
When you arrive to your unit, your eyes are ready to bug out of your head. It's massive, as far as vacation rentals go. When you all step into the air conditioned unit you have to take a moment to take it all in.Â
The beach house is beautiful with floor to ceiling windows, stunning tile floors and tasteful furniture. All of this is topped off with spectacular views of the beach outside your door.Â
A plate of sliced pineapple and chilled wine sits on the kitchen table, along with a note that Joel reads when he wanders over.Â
"Welcome note," he explains when he sees you looking at it. "I knew the owner back in trade school."Â
You and Shawn nod, your boyfriends hand trailing down your back gently. It's much the same as what Joel did back at the airplane, but it feels different. You trail your suitcase behind you hearing the clack of it against the stone floor as you move around the room.Â
"Wow."Â
It's all you can utter as the three of you tour the rest of the unit. Thereâs a simple kitchen with an expensive looking coffee machine and a brand new bag of kona coffee waiting to be used.  The living room holds a table and four chairs, a few board games and a list of nearby places to visit along with the wifi code. The couch is simple, placed in front of a large television that youâre sure you wonât use.
"My bedrooms on the right," Joel tells you both. "Yours it's on the left. We're sharinâ a bathroom, sorry about that. Pretty common in these places."Â
Who cares about sharing a bathroom when you're in one of the most beautiful places you've ever been? Even the bathroom is beautiful with its high waterfall shower head and sleek marble. This place must have cost a fortune for the week.Â
Joel encourages you both to take a look at your room down the hall and you don't hesitate to take Shawn's hand, dragging him there. Shawn pushes open the door to the bedroom and you can't hold in your shriek.Â
"Holy shit! It's gorgeous!"Â
The big windows overlook the ocean, the late afternoon beach beckoning to you. The bed is large and plush with white sheets, and framed prints of Oahu sunsets. Its spacious, the bed so large it looks like two giant beds pushed together. The closet is spacious and boats dozens of wood coat hangers.
âWood, because itâs classy,â you tell Shawn in amusement who is already unpacking his suitcase while you continue to stare in a daze.Â
"You like it?"
Joel is standing at the door frame, a shoulder balanced against it, watching you take it all in. He's smiling at you in that gentle, sweet way of his that makes you feel cared for.Â
You're suddenly overcome with gratitude and you streak over to him.Â
"Thank you, Joel!" You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. "This is the most beautiful place I've ever been."
Joel laughs along with Shawn at your embrace and enthusiasm, holding you around the middle and hoisting you in his arms. Your face presses into his neck as he squeezes you, and the scent of leather and sandalwood envelops you.Â
You've never really hugged Joel before. Maybe a polite side hug during family events, a high-five during baseball games and even once a hard push to his shoulder when he made fun of you for being afraid of a spider that had gotten into the house.Â
But you've never had your front pressed to his, never really felt the muscles of his back and arms, seen the tendons in his neck or realized just how big his hands are when they squeeze your waist before lowering you. Â
"I guess that means you like it," he says, red-faced. You pull back, embarrassed at your overzealous response.Â
Shawn and his dad are very similar in their looks. Except Shawn is clean-shaven while Joel has a beard and Shawn's eyes are hazel like his mom's while Joel's are the darkest brown you've ever seen. You've never really noticed how dark until this very moment.Â
You shoot him a cheery thank you again before smiling and skipping over to Shawn announcing that you'll unpack as well.Â
"You two enjoy, I gotta make a few calls but then we can head out to dinner."
"Sounds great," Shawn says as he searches for his phone charger.Â
Joel closes the door behind him and you turn to your boyfriend. You can't explain it but you feel turned on. The Hawaiian air must be doing something to you because
You crawl towards where he kneels unpacking. You grin, feeling the pulse of desire hitting you below the navel. You kneel beside him, dropping your voice to a husky murmur.Â
"Should we break the bed in?"Â
An hour later the three of you are sitting at a local eatery. Joel and Shawn are talking with one another while you scan the busy restaurant.Â
Couples, families, all laughing and cheerful. And why wouldn't they? This is Paradise after all. But you don't feel anything like it, if anything, you feel like a little black rain cloud.Â
Shawn turned down your earlier advances, citing that he was too tired. The problem is for the past three months Shawn has been too tired most of the time. At first he blamed grad school but when you pointed out he still made lots of time for gaming with best friends Brian and Kevin he'd been quick to explain that gaming relaxed him.Â
That conversation had gone over about as well as a turd in the punch bowl. You remember being so hurt at what you felt was a slight against you. Weren't you relaxing? Weren't you something that made him happy?Â
So yeah, you had hoped that this little vacation might stir some of that old spark back. But maybe you were too eager. You had just arrived at the place after all. Maybe you were being unfair. Still, the rejection stung.
"Thought we could do all the tourist-y shit while we're here," Joel says after you've all placed your orders. "Luau, sunset cruise."
"Snorkelling?" Shawn offers.Â
"Hell yes," Joel nods grinning. "ATV tour too."
The Millers like to have fun. They also like to keep busy. It's like second nature to them to be off on adventures or activities. You meanwhile plan on spending lots of time by the pool or the beach, reading and drinking.Â
"What about you, darlin'?" Joel asks between sips of whisky. "What're you hopin' to do?"
You know exactly what. The thing you've been dying to do since you were a kid at the aquarium.Â
"I wanna swim with the turtles."
Shawn bursts into amused laughter beside you, and if you weren't already irritated with him before, you certainly are now. He grins at you not understanding that you're secretly furious with him.Â
"Turtles? Really?"
"What's wrong with turtles?"
"Seems kinda babyish doesn't it?"
"What's babyish about liking animals?" Joel cuts in. "You forgetting about the time we wouldn't let you in the petting zoo and you threw your shoe at me?"
"I was five, dad."
"Yeah well, some things don't change," Joel says with a smirk. "Still throwin' tantrums when you don't get your way."
"Fuck off old man," Shawn says through chuckles. âDonât forget Iâm your only child. I pick which retirement home Iâm gonna stick you in when your mind goes.â
âLittle bastard,â Joel mutters, trying to hold back a loud laugh.
He settles for tossing a drink umbrella in Shawnâs direction, chuckling when Shawn dodges it easily. You can't help but laugh along with him, your bad mood fading.Â
By the time dessert arrives you're all several glasses of wine in reminiscing about Shawn's last attempt at surfing.Â
"I've gotten better," he exclaims. âI swear.â
"Yeah well we'll see about that," Joel says paying the check. "Alright team, let's head back and get some shut eye. This old man needs it."Â
You roll your eyes at that. Joel isn't even fifty and even if he was he's about the best looking man his age bracket and younger. You've seen the way women stare at him, whispering, blushing when he looks their way. He is not what youâd qualify as old.
The three of you arrive back at the unit to the sound of nighttime creatures croaking and buzzing.Â
"Alright I'll meet you two out here tomorrow morning around nine. We can go to the excursion desk and plan the week. Sound good?"
"Sounds good, night Dad."
"Night Joel."
The three of you part ways into the opposite bedrooms. Shawn nuzzles your neck gently kissing there. He always does that when he's been drinking. You smile delightedly at this, eager to get into bed.
When the lights are off and the two of you have slipped off your clothes and under the covers you roll towards him, peppering his face with soft kisses.Â
"It's late, babe," he murmurs, kissing you sweetly but with finality.Â
"We're on vacation," you remind him, slipping your hand under his boxers.
You feel him slowly start to harden in your grip. You hear his breath hitch and you smile, knowing those sounds so intimately. You tug off your panties and slide onto his lap, preparing to ride him.Â
"Fuck me," you whisper, hips grinding against his. "Wanna feel your cock in me."
âBaby, no.â
Shawn pulls you off of him and you tumble into the bed next to him, feeling your cheeks grow hot with humiliation.
"My dad is right across the hall," Shawn hisses. âI donât want him hearing us.â
Rejection never sits well with you and immediately you feel yourself growing defensive.Â
"You're dad is gonna be across the hall the whole week, Shawn,â you whisper angrily. âSo what, we're not going to have fuck this entire trip?"
"We'll have sex," Shawn said rolling his eyes. "Just not when my dad is ten feet away sharing a fuckin' bathroom with us."
Bullshit. Another excuse to put off the intimacy thatâs been dwindling for months. You push yourself from the bed, tugging on your dress from earlier. Shawn leans up on his elbows, giving you a look of concern.
"Where are you going?"
"A walk."
"I'll c---"
"No," you say sharp as a knife. "I want to go alone."Â
You stalk out of the house, eyes glossy with hurt and anger. That's the thing they don't tell you about relationships that have gone on so long -- both partners need to work to keep the fires going.Â
You make your way to the beach along the softly lit pathway. Its well after midnight and the resort is quiet; the lights dimmed or off entirely. You take a seat on a nearby rock, listening to the gentle sound of the evening waters lapping by the shore. You're very excited to go swimming tomorrow. To feel the warm sand underneath your feet.Â
You can hear noise coming from the far end of the resort. You remember over dinner Joel going through the resort map on his phone, letting you know what amenities they had. He had told you both about the dance club the resort had.
Shawn had immediately laughed, stating that heâd take a pass on it. Â Shawn hates dancing. You tried to get him to do dance lessons with you once but he wouldn't even give it a shot.Â
Right now it seems all you can do is focus on Sean's flaws. You know that he's a decent man, you know the treats you well, but there are these bugaboos these irritants that can't help frustrate you right now.Â
"Fuck it," you murmur to yourself, raising yourself from the sand and brushing it from your sundress. You follow the sound of the music, stopping in front of a door with blinking lights. A man in a blue Hawaiian shirt smiles at you when you approach.Â
"Aloha, may I ask your Unit number?"
"Number 4, under Miller."
The man types into his computer before nodding, opening the door for you. You step into the darkness, letting your eyes adjust to the blue lights and colourful dance floor. The speakers are playing typical vacation music with a heavy bass.
Bodies writhe on the dance floor, half naked in revealing dresses or in the men's case, unbuttoned shirts. You order a drink at the bar, taking it with you as you scout the area for a free chair. A hand on your wrist surprises you.
"Joel?"
Joel is seated at one of the small circle tables nursing what appears to be a tumbler of Scotch. He motions for you to take the free chair next to him and you do gratefully falling into it, your arm bumping his.Â
"What are you doin' here? Since when does Shawn dance?" He asks over the bass, grinning. He looks a bit tipsy, his neck red.Â
"He doesn't, I'm here alone. I needed to blow off some steam," you tell him over the music.Â
"Me too," he says loudly back. "Couldn't sleep. Too excited, I guess."Â
You nod, looking back at the dance floor wistfully. Everyone looks like they're having such a fun time, their worries and concerns far away from them as they undulate to the rhythm of the music. Joel takes another sip of his drink, watching you from the corner of his eyes.Â
You wish Shawn was here with you, you wish he was spinning you around on the dance floor. You wish it was like those early years where you couldnât keep your hands off of each other.
"You and Shawn doin' okay?"
Joel's voice cuts into your confusing thoughts. You glance his way.
"Why do you ask?"
"Cuz I'm a dad," Joel. "And I've been married. And I know what tension between two people looks like."Â
You sigh heavily, your mind drifting to earlier. You donât answer Joel because what would you tell him? You canât tell your boyfriendâs dad that youâre worried his son is growing distant. You canât tell him that your sex life has been disintegrating for the past several months. Instead you just shrug.
"You two talked about marriage?"
"What? No.â
You and Shawn have been together a long time, but you have no intention of settling down anytime soon. Sean is still doing his masters and you're loving your job at the museum.
"Good. No, not like that," Joel amends when he sees your stricken expression. "I just mean you're both so young."
"You were younger than us when you got married.â
"Yeah and look where that got me," he says with a scoff.Â
"Yeah, well, I think it's just been a long time and we're hitting a rough patch. Nothing we can't overcome," you add quickly. "It's just hard sometimes, you know?"
"Yeah," Joel nods. "I know."Â
The two of you lapse into silence, watching the twirling, shouting, laughing people swan around you. You shouldnât be glum, you should be experiencing life!
"You wanna dance?"
His voice is low and husky in your ear. You start, surprised to see Joel inches from your face. You know he's speaking so close to you because it's so loud in here, but it doesn't stop your pulse from ticking at the shock.Â
"Don't really know how.â
"Shit reason. C'mon."
Joel throws back the rest of his drink and drags you onto the dance floor. You laugh as he spins you, both of you almost knocking into an older couple who are taking the dance very seriously. They shoot you both a nasty look and you and Joel have to work hard to muffle your laughter.Â
"You're gonna get us kicked out!"
"Nah," Joel shakes his head, spinning you again but closer to him. "I'm too charminâ."
"You think pretty highly of yourself don't you?"
Joel shrugs, laughing as the song ends. Another quick one begins and Joel looks serious.Â
"I'm gonna teach you some moves Shawn's mom taught me."
"Okay."
You're surprised, he doesn't really mention Shawn's mother very often.Â
You watch as Joel attempts to teach you some simple dance moves. You don't know if it's the stuffy club, the drinks running through your veins or the fact that you're dancing with your boyfriend's dad, but you can't really focus on the steps.
"I give up," you moan after the fifth failed attempt at a two-step.Â
"You ain't a quitter," Joel assures you, trying to spin you slowly so you can get your footing.Â
You never realized that Joel was such a good dancer. Watching him move his tall body is strangely hypnotizing, mainly because you never expected a man that broad and muscular to move so fluidly.Â
"Atta girl," he says proudly when you get some of the footing correct.Â
You smirk when you see the women nearby watching him, shooting him smiles. But his focus is on you, teaching you the moves and assuring you: it's alright darlin', we'll get you there just take your time.Â
You're having so much fun with him you barely realize that an hour has gone by and you can only tell when you realize the back of your neck is damp with sweat.Â
You're about to announce your heading back to the unit when the beat slows and many trickle off the dance floor. It's a slow song, and only the couples remain in the glowing dance floor.Â
You go to step off when you feel Joel spin you again, back into his arms. You smile breathlessly up at him, the two of you shiny from perspiration from the dancing and the warm crowded space.Â
Joel is looking at you strangely, his eyes luminous in the reflection of the twinkling club lights. When he slides a hand at your lower back and urges your hands around his neck you don't hesitate. You lace your fingers there, shifting from foot to foot.
You feel strange to be dancing with Joel. And not because he makes you feel uncomfortable, it's the opposite, actually. You feel almost too comfortable. Joelâs eyes are trailing over your face, sometimes highlighted by the flash of the DJâs lights.
âYou talked to Shawn about all thatâs botherinâ you and this rough patch?â Joel asks out of nowhere.
He looks vulnerable; unlike the Joel you know who is all smiles and jokes.
âKinda,â you say shyly, looking over his shoulder. âItâs just hard. . . We can both get pretty defensive. Plus, I wonder if Iâm maybe being unfair. Heâs in school and everything.â
âUh huh, and you started that museum job didnât you?â
âYeah.â
âPretty demanding job, ainât it?â
âYeah.â
Joel gives you a look as he rocks you both from side to side
âCan I say somethinâ you might not wanna hear?â
You nod.
âIn my experience, it takes two people to make a relationship. Not one puttinâ in all the effort while the other one has his or her head in the sand.â Â
You nod slowly, absorbing his words. The song ends and Joel releases his hands youâre your waist before he announces he has to hit the washroom. You head to the bar for a glass of water and to wait for him.Â
"Hi beautiful."Â
An Australian man around Joel's age with a moustache is leaning against the bar next to you. His eyes are bleary and red-rimmed, his cheeks ruddy. Heâs obviously very drunk. You give a forced smile before going back to wait for your water.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"No thanks," you answer quickly. "Just getting water."Â
"How about a dance then?"
"I'm good," you say forcing a polite smile. Youâre facing away from him, eyes on the bartender hoping he notices you. Â
"C'mon beautiful," the man insists, eyes sliding over your chest in a very obvious way. "I'm a good dancer too. Could give you lots of lessons."Â
"She said no."
Joel's voice is there, having clearly come back from the bathroom. You step backwards and before you know it Joel is sliding his arm protectively around you. You glance up to see Joel's face contorted into a mask of fury. His teeth are bared like some wild animal and he grips you tightly to him.Â
"Sorry man," The guy says holding his hands up in surrender towards Joel. "Didn't know she was taken."Â
Joel sneers before leading you out of the club. The cool air is a welcome reprieve when you step outside, breathing deeply.Â
"That place is nothin' but perverts," Joel growls as the two of you make your way back along the beach in the direction of your unit.Â
"Joel, Â you were there," you say giggling. "That make you a pervert?"
"Ha ha."
You walk quietly along the shoreline, confused as to how you can feel this good when just an hour ago it felt like everything was falling apart. Maybe itâs the drink in your veins, maybe its Hawaii, or maybe itâs just Joel.
"Watch it--"
Joel takes your hand when you stumble over a rock in the semi darkness. You let him, not dropping it even when your walking evens out. It feels nice to walk hand in hand with him, it feels safe. He doesn't let go of your hand either as you continue along, your shoes making dual footprints in the sand.Â
"Thanks for in there," you say. âI hate creepy guys like that.â
"Was nothin'," he says, then he drops your hand after a moment. "Shawn would have done the same."
"No, he wouldn't have."Â
It slips out before you can stop yourself. Joel stops in the sand, his concern there in his face. Itâs clear that what youâve said has upset him.
"What?"
"He doesn't like confrontation, you know that," you say with a shrug. "And I like that about him."
"You do?" Joel challenges. "Really?"Â
"Sometimes."Â
Honestly youâve never enjoyed the men who start fights for no reason, who act like cavemen when someone looks at their girlfriend. Shawn is too smart for that, too above it to engage with assholes like that. But you have to admit that there was a part of you that found Joelâs actions inside the club to be a bit attractive. Is that the word? Would you really call your boyfriendâs father attractive?
You look at him standing there, his grey t-shirt clinging to his muscles and wide shoulders, the muscular thighs in denim and you think, fuck, yeah he is attractive. You knew he wasnât ugly, youâd just never looked at him like that. Like he was a man outside of being Shawnâs dad.
"I come from a time when you take care of what's yours." Joel runs a hand through his messy curls. "If you were mine I wouldn't let anyone talk to you the way that man did, let alone touch you."Â
If you were mine.Â
You can't understand why but you're nipples tighten under your dress at those words. The possessiveness in Joel's voice is so dark and husky. Heâs looking off into the dark like heâs really upset.
"If I was yours," you murmur.Â
His glazed eyes move from the beach over to your face. Youâre standing so close to one another and you can see his chest rising and falling quickly as he breathes. His scotch-coated breath huffs over your cheeks and you swear youâre getting drunker just inhaling it.
You must be, because why else would you be putting your hands on his shoulders. Why else would you be pressing your mouth to his? Why else would you be tracing his plush lips with your tongue and whimpering when he groans into your parted mouth?
And he must be drunk because he doesnât pull away or hesitate. He dips his head and his hands wrap around your waist, bringing your body against him tightly. His palms slide over your skin, desperate to touch you everywhere as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You welcome it, going gooey in his arms, allowing him to take what he wants from you. Â Â
Heâs so fucking broad, so strong, so masculine. You gasp into his mouth when he grips your ass with his big hands, pulling your hips against his, circling them as he kisses you. You feel his hardened cock through the layers of fabric, straining against the zipper of his jeans, desperate to bury itself in your slick heat.
To be desired like this feels powerful. It feels like years since Shawn wanted you like this much. It makes you lean more into Joel, desperate to keep the sensation going. His hands are sliding under your dress, up your silken thigh and you tremble.
A splash sounds nearby in the water, a fish or something startling you both and you simultaneously break apart. You both take a step back from one another in the sand, eyes wide. Joel looks completely crazed.
âThe fuckâwhat are we doinâ?â Joel whispers, the regret clear in both your faces.
You bring your trembling hands to your warm cheeks and tears immediately spring to your waterline.
What have you just done?
âOh my fuck, no no, I donât â I donât know why-â
You bend at the waist, hands braced on your knees as you start to hyperventilate. Joel is pacing up and down the sand, his silhouette barely seen in the darkness of night. You can see his feet pacing back and forth. . . back and forth . . . He stops when you let out a hiccup, on the verge of throwing up.
âHoney stop,â Joel says, a hand on your back, rubbing gently along your spine. âCalm down. Calm down, its okay.â
âI donât know why I did that,â you say, tears streaming down your face and dropping into the sand below. âWhat the fuck is wrong with me?â
âSânot your fault,â Joel says, his voice even and calm. It makes you feel calm. And yet, guilt still bubbles up in your lungs, making a small sob escape.
 âI have toâyou need toâI need to tell Shawn. Right now.â
âHold on,â Joel says roughly, gripping you by the shoulder and urging you to stand. He peers into your face with a grim expression.
âYou cannot tell Shawn anythinâ.â
âI have to,â you whine.
âItâll just hurt him,â Joel insists, nodding and hoping youâll do the same. âIt was a mistake. It was nothing, it was just the booze. We just drank too much and we were all hopped up on that asshole inside the club and we werenât thinkinâ.â
âRight,â you agree, relief sliding through every vein you possess as he lays it out for you. âThatâs totally what it was. The drinking. Weâre drunk.â
âCompletely.â
âOkay. Good.â
Youâre still shaken up by what just happened, still tipsy from the drinks. Joel runs an anxious hand through his curls, looking utterly wrecked.
âLetâs go back.â
The two of you walk the rest of the way back in silence. You still cannot believe what you did. You kissed your boyfriendâs father. You kissed him and he kissed you back. Fuck, you both must be utterly wasted. Maybe if youâre lucky youâll both forget it even happened. You would welcome the hangover from hell if it could erase the last fifteen minutes from both your minds for good.
Joel tugs open the sliding glass door, not able to look at you as you both pad towards the opposing doors. You glance over your shoulder to see Joel staring at you as you enter the bedroom where his son sleeps. You give him a sorrowful smile before closing the door.
You crawl under the covers, thankful that Shawn is asleep. You slip off the dress, your hair wild from dancing, your skin sticky with sweat, and your mouth still tasting of scotch. Your cunt flutters at the memory of the noises he made.
You roll onto your side, trying to drift to sleep. Shawn, still half-slumbering snuggles up against your back. His arm slips over your waist and he holds you, as he often holds you back home, gentle and tender and full of love.
âIâm sorry about before, babe,â he murmurs into your hair.
You feel tears burning the back of your eyes. You blink rapidly, closing your eyes and trying to swallow the guilt.
You know that Joel is in his bed right now similarly afflicted, thinking about how he did something so unforgivable and to his own son. Joel is the kindest dad you know; he loves his son more than anything. You know that what you both just did was awful and disgusting.
You also know that there is something deeply wrong with you because as you lay there in Shawnâs arms your pussy floods with memories of his fatherâs mouth on yours still vivid in your mind. Â
do you guys want more of this? or should it be a one-shot? also trying a new aesthetic what do we tthink?
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Benjicot Blackwood x wife!reader
Summary: Benjicot is an overly nervous man around his wife, blushing every time. After the Battle at the Burning Mill, Benji exudes confidence. It throws her off.
Warnings: HEAVY talks of sex. Blood, war, violence, etc.
A/N: based on an ask! We get a little shy Ben, then a little Bloody Ben! It's the best of both worlds!!!
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She stepped down the stairs, paying more attention to the man that stood at the bottom of the staircase.Â
Benjicot Blackwood stood at the bottom of the stairs. He was chatting lightly to a lord, not noticing her approaching yet.Â
She took a moment to admire him. His broad shoulders flexed as he rolled them back. He no doubt wanted to crawl into a hole and not come back out. She was beginning to know him well just from his body language.Â
The man he was talking to looked up, noticing her coming down the stairs. "My lady?"
Benji turned immediately at that. His eyes lit up at the sight of her. "My love?" He asked softly.
She hit the bottom step and stopped. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to interrupt you."
Benji let out a soft breath of relief. "No. That's fine." He excused himself from the man and held out his arm like a proper gentleman, which she took.
The two walked down the corridor in silence and she was the one to break it. "You looked miserable."
"Did I?" He immediately asked in concern, then relaxed. "Thought I was hiding it pretty well."
She hummed. "He didn't seem to notice."
"And you did?"Â
She shrugged and tightened her grip on his bicep. "We're married."
His brows came together in thought. His heart felt a small jolt at the thought that she recognized his anxiety so easily. "We are," he agreed, "Is that how it works?"
"Well, I don't know in all honesty," she admitted. "But I know you fairly well."
"And I to you."
The silence continued as they continued to walk. It was comforting, and they found that they didn't mind it. But Benji's mind was wandering and he couldn't stop it.Â
"Is that why you interrupted?"
She hummed in consideration of what to tell him. "A lady never interrupts on purpose."
His eyes met hers, and a blush crept over his cheeks. The two looked away.Â
"I-I'll have to go soon. I have to patrol."
"You won't be here to sup?"
"No..." Â
"Oh." She pulled her hand back and smoothed down her skirt. "Well, that's alright. How late will you be gone?"
He rubbed at the back of his neck. "I imagine before you sleep, though I'm unsure."
"I've been⌠missing you, as of late," she admitted with a flushed expression.Â
His cheeks flushed as well. "H-Have you?"
"It has been a few days." She dared to reach out and brush over his shoulder. "The people are expecting us to do our duties."
"Is that the only reason?" His breathed out as the heat in his body rose.Â
She stepped forward, placing a delicate kiss to his jaw. "No."
A small whine fell from his lips. His shaky hands made their way to her hips and his head tilted up to give her more room.Â
She took advantage of it, nipping at his Adam's apple.Â
He groaned. "I must go."
"Stay," she begged.
"I-I can't."
She placed her forehead on his chest. "But you'll be back soon?"
He brushed a hand through her hair. "As soon as I can be, my love."
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The news of the Battle had sent her into a tailspin that evening. Her sweet husband in a battle with the Brackens?
When news was received that the battle had ended, she all but ran to the battlefield. The stable boy had handed her the reigns to her horse and she was off.Â
Once upon the field, she took note of the numerous scattered bodies across the field. It panicked her more, knowing that her sweet Benjicot could be one of them.Â
The small group of men across the field loudly chatted and yelled, no doubt celebrating their victory. They were crowded in a circle, all in Blackwood red.
She rode to them, and their attention turned to her.Â
Benicot stepped out from the circle, his body covered head to toe in blood. His hair was smeared with the remains of his enemies, his eyes so dark, they were hard to spot through the blood.Â
But that wasn't what was so alarming.
It was the confidence that oozed from his form. His shoulders were back, his chest puffed out in a way she'd never seen. His eyes held a fire to them, one that was now set on her. He sheathed his sword, opening his arms out. "The hell are you doing here?"
She jumped off of her horse, running to him. When within reach, her hands frantically moved over him, trying to figure out his injuries- if he even had any. It was so difficult to tell through the blood. "Are you hurt?"
His hands had instinctively moved to her waist, keeping her in a vice grip. "You sweet woman. So concerned for me, you journeyed into a battle, unsure if it was over yet?"
"Well⌠yes⌠I guess so-"
"Hear that boys?" He called over his shoulder. "The lady cares for her new Lord."
They cheered and quipped various things in response, but she heard none of them. "Benji? What do you mean? Is your father-"
"-Dead," he finished for her. "Died to a Bracken sword. And I killed the Bracken. First blood of the new Lord's sword is one of a Bracken! Isn't that joyful?"
Her face fell. "Oh, Benji. I'm so sorry."
"Sorry?" He gawked at her, and a sinister smile came over his face. "I'm Lord Blackwood now. And you are my Lady. Are you not incandescently happy?"
"Benjicot. Are you hurt?"
He shook his head and pulled her closer. "I've never felt more alive," he growled in her ear.Â
She gripped him by his biceps, her fingers catching on the metal armor around him. "You're different."
His fingers squeezed her hips. "I'm alive," was his answer.
Her head picked up to look up at his face. He was staring down at her, his lips parted. The two took a moment to truly drink the other in.Â
Benjicot's hand came up to her face and cupped her cheek. The contact made her eyes close for a moment, not caring about the blood that smeared across her cheek.Â
"My heart is pounding," he admitted.
She braved a move, pushing herself firmly against him and kissing his lips softly.Â
A groan sounded from within him, and he soon dipped his head down to catch her lips further. The kiss deepened heavily, the two beginning to fight for dominance. Their breaths mixed between kisses.Â
"I'm taking you back to Raventree," he panted. "Now. I can't wait any longer for a taste of you."
He shouted something over his shoulder at the guys, all of them waving or voicing a bye of sorts, obviously trying to give the lustful man a little privacy.Â
He spoke as he tugged her along. "The gods have made you just for me, haven't they?"
"I'm beginning to believe they have."
A smirk came across his face. "They have. And I for you. I know how well you take me."
Her face flushed. "I don't know what you're talking ab-"
He dug his heel into the dirt, stopping them and tugging her to him. It caught her off guard, but he caught her with ease. "You do," he pushed. "You know very well what I mean." He leaned forward slowly, as if trying to earn the trust of prey. His face tucked into the crook of her neck, beginning to kiss and lightly suck at the skin. "The way you take me is my proof that the gods are in my favor."
"Not-" her breath caught when he nipped a sensitive spot. "Not your victory over the Brackens?"
"No," he quickly answered, as if it was obvious.
"How much further to your horse?" She softly asked.
He took a deep breath against her, savoring each passing second of being consumed by the very thought of her. "Depends on how many times I have to stop to admire you."
She smiled and tugged at his hair playfully. He groaned.Â
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Seemed that when violence moved through his veins, so did confidence. Not that she minded. Both Benjis were perfect to her.
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Drunken loyalty - MV1/33
Max Verstappen x reader
Summary: Max gets drunk at a party and mistakes his girlfriend for a random girl but makes it up to you in more ways than one.
Warning: pure fluff, that's itđŠˇ
Today Max is a 4 time world champion, something you couldn't believe till you saw his car on the final lap. You couldn't keep the tears at bay from seeing Max jump out of the car and run to his team.
You watched him hug everyone till he reached you, pulling you by the waist before you kissed him as best as you could with the helmet.
You and Max have only dated for a year, this is the first time you see him win a world champion in real life. Seeing him kiss the trophy before bringing it in the air showing everyone he had won it again.
After the interviews and the podium, you went to see Max only to find him surrounded by the Paparazzi and media.
Max saw you before opening his arms for a hug, you flung yourself in his embrace as he spun you around like one of those Disney princesses.
"I am so proud of you, Maxie," you said as you kissed him furiously cupping his cheeks as his hands found your waist.
Tonight was a night to celebrate, to party till it was 4:00 a.m. if you can handle that.
You wore a beautiful black dress, with gold jewelry, YSL high heels, and a Chanel purse gifted by Max.
As you walked in, immediately you could feel everyone's eyes on you and Max as you walked towards the VIP area. Some of the drivers were already drunk and partying.
The DJ was none other than Lando Norris alongside Carlos Sainz up at the DJ booth.
Max ordered a gin and tonic and your favorite drink before taking you toward the middle of the club, dancing with you.
The drinks and music flowed heavily upon hearing Lando invite Max to celebrate his victory onstage. You mostly hung out with Kika, Perre Gasly's girlfriend, and Alexandra, Charles Leclerc's girlfriend.
The girls and you talked, took pictures, and danced the night away. Kika, you and Alex were on the dance floor having fun.
You tried to look for Max, but couldn't see among the mass of people. You finally saw Max surrounded by the grid drinking and laughing so carefree.
"Maxie, do you want to come dance with me," You smiled at him grabbing his free hand to come dance.
But he remains stoic only looking at you before pushing your hand away from his.
"get away from me and don't touch me again", Max coldly said even though Max's voice was drowned by the loud music you could still hear him.
You were surprised he refused your touch, You tried again to reach him but he grabbed your wrist painfully squeezing it, hurting you.
"I told you to stop bothering me, I have a girlfriend!", Max shouted angrily before releasing your wrist and going towards his friends.
You almost wanted to cry but realized Max was drunk and couldn't tell who you were and mistook you for some random girl. I mean at least you know he is loyal to you even when he is drunk.
You walked away towards the girls, not really in the mood for dancing before sitting down at one of the booths sipping your drink and scrolling through your phone while listening to the girl's gossip.
You saw Max had left a text and you opened it to see him drunkenly complaining about some random girl bothering him and touching him.
amused by the fact you were the random girl and how funny he texts when he's drunk. You pretend to be angry saying you hope to not see the lady or she was in trouble.
You laughed silently upon reading the messages from him reassuring you that everything was fine and he sent the lady away embarrassed.
You could only smile upon reading the text messages before standing up to find your Max.
Looking around you spotted Max at the back of the club laughing at something Daniel had said. You rushed over before hugging Max behind his back tightly. Max had looked behind him startled but smiled only to see you behind him
"Hi pretty girl," Max said fully turning around as he hugged you back swaying you both back and forth.
"Hi Maxie," You said watching Daniel walk away before closing your eyes in contentment to be back in your lover's arms.
"I hope that girl doesn't come back and try to take you away from me", You smiled laughing at your joke.
"Don't worry pretty girl, She isn't gonna come near us," Max reassuringly said in your ear before lightly kissing your temple.
"Maxie, I have to tell you something...," You said trying to add the suspense of the secret.
"Hmm, What is it? Max said looking down at you his hands still on your waist as your hands found the back of his neck lightly playing with his hair.
"That random girl...was me," You said laughing at his shocked expression.
"Huh?...I am so sorry pretty girl did I hurt you", His face was written in guilt as he took your wrist cautiously looking for any damages.
"It's okay Maxie, you didn't know", You smiled trying to show Max you were okay.
Max gathered your arms in a hug whispering, in your ear how sorry he was lightly massaging your hip. it felt like an eternity before you and Max finally let go of each other.
You both decided it was enough partying for tonight before telling all your friends goodnight and walking out.
As you both walked, the weather seemed to have got colder. You shivered rubbing your arms trying to gain some warmth, it didn't take long for Max to notice before he wrapped his coat around your shoulders to keep you warm.
Max also insisted he takes your purse for him to carry, grabbing your hand in the process and intertwining them together.
You were surprised to see the amount of media and fans still waiting for the drivers, looking down at your phone it read 2:00 a.m.
You both walked towards the car, once in a while being stopped as Max took some pictures with his fans.
As you both finally left the club and now on the road heading home, you leaned on the rest space between you and Max your hand under your chin.
"Maxie, I kinda glad you didn't recognize me and pushed me away when you were drunk", You smiled leaning closer to him as you felt his hand on your thigh.
"Why, pretty girl,?" Max said pushing his hand further up your thigh while the other hand gripping the steering wheel.
"Because I know now you are loyal to me even when you are drunk", You giggled softly, seeing Max smile at you.
You guys finally made it to your apartment, seeing Max open the door for you like a princess. You both walk up to the apartment before entering the door.
As you closed the door, You felt Max pinned you up on the wall one hand by your head and the other resting on your waist.
You look up at Max, staring into his blue eyes as he stares back into yours. Your hands find his biceps, squeezing them a little.
"The things you do to me, pretty girl", Max groaned before he started kissing you.
You kissed back just as passionately, your hands finding his hair and tugging at it. You felt one of Max's hands tap you on the thigh indicating you to jump.
Max carried you to your shared bedroom without breaking the kiss before moving on to your neck making sure to leave a hickey.
Max shut the door before laying you gently on the bed. You watched him take off your heels, kissing both of your ankles. He stood up before kissing you again, leading to a steamy makeout session and more.
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she walks in beauty.
đ Today is Diluc's birthday. However, instead of focusing on himself, he can't help but to fall into his usual lovesick trap of gentle obsession.
yandere! diluc ragnvidr x fem! reader.
Ever since he was a young lad, Diluc could recall every single banquet and celebration which was hosted by the Dawn Winery estate. He could still sense the smell of various colorful liquors and taste the endless sea of pastries and cakes which were served at such events, making the inner child in him smile.
However, Diluc was no longer a young child.
Ever since the passing of his father, the need to throw any grand banquets was thoroughly diminished. While yes, there were certain things he could not avoid due to societal expectations, he still made the decision to keep things to an absolute minimum.
His birthday was not one of them. At least, not by his choice.
Everyone and their mother knew what day it was today and Diluc lost count with how many birthday wishes and gifts he had received. He was a little touched with the plethora of people who wanted him nothing other than joy, but those same people quickly became a nuisance because he could not seem to be with the one he actually wanted to be with today.
And there stood Diluc, hidden in the shadowy hallway as he watched his beloved prepare for the upcoming festivities. With both his arms crossed and his left side pressed firmly against the dark wood doorframe, Diluc decided in that moment that there was nowhere else he'd rather be than here.
His red eyes watched you thoroughly like a hawk, making sure to remember the ravishing scenery before him.
As much as you disliked his gifts, you didn't have a choice but to accept them this evening. The gentle sapphire necklace hung around your neck perfectly, the fine silver glimmering gently beneath the flickering candle flames. Diluc's gaze quickly shifted to your arms as they toyed with the various strands of hair at the top of your head, carefully adjusting the matching pin he had gotten you not too long ago.
He felt his heart skip a beat once he caught a glimpse of the wedding ring on your finger, causing him to nearly lose his composure and blow his cover altogether. His own ring seemed to come alive as he felt it around his finger, seemingly pulsing with a firey need to just take you, to see the light in your eyes, to beg you to please forgive him-
Even now, he could still hear you weep, for each tear felt like a stab straight into his bleeding heart.
Please, don't lock me away, you pleaded.
"I will be with no one but you. I will give you everything you desire but please Diluc-
Do not keep me as a prisoner!"
He sighed as he fidgeted with his gloved fingers. Diluc hated himself for doing this to you, for making you so utterly miserable. He was the one who took you away, it was him who had stolen that precious smile away from you. If you had been a normal couple perhaps this evening could have been more bearable. Perhaps he could have even enjoyed it, with you by his side.
But that was not how things were going to play out.
Diluc was stuck in a Hell of his own making. Every single tear that you had shed and will shed - that was all on him. Money can buy a lot of things but your love was not one of them. A new surge of determination was born deep inside of Diluc on that night of his birthday and he finally knew what his wish was.
He wished to make amends. Perhaps he could learn to live without your love, even if the mere thought made his teeth shake in fury and heart cry out in blind sorrow.
But he needed you to know that you were loved. He needed you to know that he was going to keep you safe. He was going to love you until his very last breath and even then, he would wait for the day of your sweet forgiveness.
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Happy birthday to this wonderful man. He was my first ever husband in Genshin Impact, he deserves something extra sweet from yours truly.
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"Just Friends..." | L.Norris
Summary: You and Lando have told everyone you are just friends. Until you let it slip you have made out with him a couple of times, as just friends of course.
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You and Lando have been best friends for... well since forever. As one of Lando's best friends you of course get to pick and choose what races you want to go to. Luck was just on your side and you were able to get next week off for Miami.
You: Hey Lan do you by chance have any spare tickets for Miami I would love to come.
Lando: I in fact do
You: Great I would love to come out I got that weekend off
Lando: I'll have McLaren send one right over
You smiled happy to be able to support him.
People would always tease you and Lando about dating it started with your parents and both of you would just laugh it off. Then your friends started teasing you too. Some days it just got so annoying until one drunk night when you and Lando had a moment. You started to develop feelings for him after that night but you always pushed them away afraid of rejection and ruining such a great friendship.
You finally made it to Miami and walked into the paddock ready to take on the world. You walked down the paddock towards the McLaren Garage when two hands wrap around your waist and spin you around. "ahhh Lan put me down" You squeal, he sets you down and you turn around hugging him. "It's so good to see you" "you too Y/n" you smile at him one last time before spotting Ria and Aarava a short way behind him. "Ria, Aarava hey I haven't seen you guys in such a long time" you say pulling both into a hug.
"hey I got media but i'll see you guys later" Lando said giving you a side hug and leaving. "I'm also going to go i'm going to scout our our place Ria" Aarav said leaving just the two girls "and then there was just us" You say. You and Ria chat about work and how living in Ibiza was for her and making your way to the hospitality. " Now tell me girl what is going on with you and Lando" "Nothing i've said this thousands of times we are just friends" Ria shook her head "oh come. He spun you around like some romantic comedy. Not to mention you were the only one he hugged when he left" you rolled your eyes. "Your being dramatic" "Y/n it's right in front of your eyes" "what is?" "Girl Lando is in love with you and has been for quite some time now" "What no he hasn't" Ria sighed. "You are very smart Y/n but so dumb when it comes to Lando he looks at you the same way you look at him" "and how is that" "your in love" "pffff... no i'm not" you denied "You are such a bad liar" Ria said. "I am not" "ok fine but I know there is definitely something going on between you too"
When Lando won you had tears streaming down your face. All his hard work, all of McLaren's hard work he had done it he had finally done he won his first race ever. After he celebrated with his team he made his way to you bringing you into a hug. "I did it" He says making you cry harder "You did" he pulls away "don't cry" He says bring his had up to your cheek to wipe the tears away. You pulled him in for another hug before pushing him to go do media.
To Celebrate Lando's first win you all went out and hit the clubs. You were a few drinks in before going to sit on the couch where you saw Oscar and his girlfriend sitting on the couch. "Hey Oscar good job today" Oscar smiled "Thank you Y/n this is my girlfriend Lily" You smiled "Nice to meet you" "yeah you too I love your dress by the way" Lily compliments. "Thank you I love your outfit too" you say taking a sip of your drink. It was silent for a bit before Lily spoke up. "So are you and Lando dating" "No we're just friends" Oscar makes a face "what was that face for Osc" "Nothing" he says "Oscar seriously what" "I just don't believe you when you say your just friends" "we are gosh no one believes us" "I mean come on there's just no way" "We are just friends even if we did make out a few times" Oscar chokes on his drink "what was that" He asks "we are just friends?" "No after that" Oscar says "what did I say after that?" Oscar rolled his eyes knowing your playing with him "You and Lando have made out" "oh yeah that only like once or twice actually no it was three times" "friends don't just randomly make out" Oscar says "what you don't kiss the homies' you joke. Oscar spoke once again but you drowned him out after seeing Lando dancing. As if he felt eyes in him he looked around and found your eyes making you suck in a break. He really did have this post race glow. Fuck it you thought and stood up handing someone your drink before walking over to him.
You tapped him, he turned and you pulled him in for a kiss. Sparks were practically flying you were on top of the world. You pulled away for air and putting your head against his. "Woah" Lando said making you chuckle. "I like you Lando, a lot and I have for a while" He smile got wider "I like you too Y/n" he then pulled you in for another kiss making everyone around you cheer finally you two confessed.
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Camp III
Pernille Harder x Baby!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: Your first time at Denmark camp
"Well, well, well," Stine says with a smile," Doesn't this little lady look delightful?"
Pernille rolls her eyes fondly as she grabs the bags from the car.
She feels uncharacteristically nervous stepping back into training. It's her first camp since your birth and you're still tiny, just learning how to explore the world around you and still communicating in babbles.
You don't look nervous at all but that's probably because you don't understand anything at all.
That's okay.
Pernille can be nervous enough for the both of you.
Stine reaches out to poke you in the cheek, finger stopping inches away before she retracts it.
"Sorry," She says," That's rude. Can I touch her?"
It's nice that Stine has asked. Some people don't ask and just touch you out of nowhere.
"You can hold her if you want. She's fairly docile."
You're moved from Pernille to Stine and you blink in confusion at the strange woman that now fills your gaze.
"Well, hello there," Stine coos," Aren't you pretty in your jersey?"
You'd been put in one of Pernille's old Denmark jerseys for the flight over to sleep in. It's Pernille's size so it's massive on you but it's nice and warm and smells just like her so you didn't have much of a problem sleeping in it.
"Yes, you are! Denmark's so much better than Sweden!"
Pernille laughs, pulling the suitcase inside. "Don't let Magda hear you say that."
"It's a good thing that Magda isn't here then. No doubt she'll be putting this beautiful little girl into some horrific yellow shirt."
"I've tried to stop her," Pernille says," But she just won't let it go."
"You should have kept her as just a Harder," Stine says with a laugh," Because the Eriksson genes are already out in full force. We don't want her to grow up to play for Sweden."
Pernille laughs too. "I'm sure we'll see her in a Denmark jersey at some point."
The staff have been very accommodating to your presence, Pernille notes. That had been one of her worries.
You were much too young for her to feel comfortable separating from you for the duration of camp, even if you would have only gone to her parent's house to be looked after.
Perhaps it was a bit of separation anxiety from her side but Pernille didn't want to leave you for a second.
The staff were fine with it, placing a travel cot in her room for you to sleep in as well as a few stray bath toys for you to use during bath time.
There's kid's cutlery and bowls and plates for Pernille to choose from even though you're still breastfeeding and have no need for it. There's formula too and a range of bottles and a steriliser should Pernille need it.
There's a nice little shady spot on the pitch set up with you, complete with a travel pen and a sensory mat and one of the staff members stays with you the entire time just so Pernille can fully focus on training.
You're a hit with the rest of the team though.
Everyone seems to want to hold you and talk to you and most days there's a line going out the door of Pernille's room in the morning.
Most people think you're just delightful in the morning in a big fluffy onesie and your wispy hair all messed up and sleep-mussed.
It's actually a big help to have someone coo and hold you outside while Pernille goes through her own morning routine.
She's learnt how to do it all one-handed now but it's still nice to be able to go through it without a babbling baby hanging off her arm.
"She can't eat cake?" Sanne asks as Pernille pushes away the plate.
"She's a baby," Pernille laughs as you, fairly aggressively, suck at the bottle in your mouth," She can't digest it yet."
"But we're celebrating your return! How can she celebrate if she can't eat cake?"
"She's got a bottle," Pernille says as you kick your little legs in happiness," That's enough for her."
"But it's cake! How could you deny her this?!"
"You're almost as dramatic as Magda. She literally can't eat it. Leave it a few months and we'll try again."
"But-"
You bat the bottle away from you, legs still kicking.
"Oh! Are you done?"
Pernille frowns, looking at the way the bottle is still half full. She presses it back against your lips but you refuse to open them.
"What's up with you today? Huh?" Pernille laughs a little at the disgruntled look on your face, a perfect mirror image to the one that appears so often on Magda's.
"Maybe," Sanne says," She wants some cake."
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Defending Your Honour
A series in which the JJK guys stick-it to the creeps and perverts bothering the reader.
A multi-fic in a series â¤ď¸đŤâ
Part Two (Takuma Ino, Higuruma Hiromi and Itadori Yuuji)
Part Three (Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Toge and Fushiguro Toji)
More JJK men and women to come
Trigger Warning: train gropers, flashers and unwanted sexual advances
Nanami Kento
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"Quick, Kento! We'll miss the train."
"This one's packed. We'll get the next one."
"Come on! We can make it!"
With a squeeze and a groan, you and Kento squash yourselves into the packed carriage, the air a humid perfume-deodorant-sweat miasma. You faced Kento's chest, his back to the door. As the doors closed, squashing you to his chest, you shoot him a playful smirk as he glowers down at you, only half-serious.
You lean up to give him a sweet peck on the lips as the train jolts to a start. Kento wraps an arm around your waist as you wobble, although barely, your movement corseted by the tight pack of people around you.
The train rattles through tunnels, dipping in and out of orange lights. As the train goes through a particularly dark tunnel, you feel a set of fingers inching between your legs to the inside of your thigh. You cringe, clamping your legs together, which doesn't dissuade the hand from climbing up the back of your thigh, lifting your skirt to rub the cleft of your bottom.
When light flashes back into the train, the hand doesn't stop. You're paralysed, eyes stinging with tears, constricted by the crowd around you and unable to move to stop your assailant even if you wanted to.
Kento is looking down at you, frowning, concerned; what's wrong? His eyes ask you.
You whisper, voice shaking, "A hand-- someone's hand-- touching me--"
Kento blinks once, and his face clouds, deep rage settling in the crinkles and lines as his narrow eyes scan the people behind you. Within moments, his eyes settle on someone behind you, his eyes narrowing further until they're snakelike. You feel Kento's hand leave your waist as both arms wrap behind you, waiting.
A minute later, your train pulls to the next platform, and Kento pulls you off. Behind you on the train, a circle has formed around a man on the floor, crying and screeching, cradling two badly broken hands, bloody, twisted and ruined.
You hiss at Kento as you're pulled away up the stairs, "What did you do?"
Kento scowled, "I've got strong hands, he had wandering hands. Had."
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Todo Aoi
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"God, it's so busy. I don't think we'll make it to our table in time," you stressed, Aoi head-and-shoulders above you as he tried to see a path through the crowd. Halloween in Shibuya was always heaving, and throngs of costumed celebrants slid past each other like eels.
Aoi looked behind him to you, breaking into what he assumed was a charming smile, and you rolled your eyes at him as he squatted down, his hands out behind him like steps.
"Get on my back, babe. You'll get lost, I'll get us to the restaurant-- win win."
"Me getting lost is...a win?" Aoi blinked, gears grinding as he reconsidered his words. Smiling (charmingly, again) and opening his mouth to talk (again), you raised a hand to stop him, exasperated.
"I can keep up. It's fine. Let's go."
"That's my girl." Aoi grabbed your hand as you weaved together through the crowds. You found it harder and harder to keep up, body buffeted from side to side by faceless monsters, vampires, sexy cats, and you felt Aoi's hand slipping in yours, holding tightly to his knuckles, now fingertip to fingertip until--
With a pluck, his hand slipped out of yours. You tripped, stumbling, unable to see above the sea of heads, and you slipped sideways into an alleyway to get out of the thronging masses. Breathing in a sigh of relief, you turned your back to the street, knowing Aoi would turn back to find you.
Your breath caught in your throat when, on turning, you come within two arms-length of a middle-aged man, in a heavy coat...completely exposed, as he stared at you, thrilled and smug. You gulped, flushed, bizarrely exposed and humiliated and trapped, as if you had your genitals flung out for the world to see, and you opened your mouth to scream for hel--
"Oh, man. Is that all you're working with? You're no brother of mine." The flasher grimaced, scowling for a moment as his eyes fixed behind you, and he took a single step backwards before--
*CLAP*
-- the crowd in the street behind you quietened for just a moment, enough to hear the sounds of a single rattling empty beer can, spinning in the flasher's place...before a cacophony of screams, laughter and appalled shouts poured into the alleyway. You gaped like a fish as Aoi pulled you gently to him.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry I lost you."
"I"m-- I'm fine-- did you just use your technique on that guy?"
You heard a ruckus at the mouth of the alleyway, watching your flasher's legs skittering as he was bodily dragged away by Police officers, arguing and bargaining.
Aoi grinned rakishly, thumb and forefinger framing his jaw, "Did you like that? Nobody flashes my girl but me."
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Geto Suguru
"Keep our table! I'll get us some drinks. You want...?"
Suguru rested a single bent finger against his temple, narrow eyes looking you up and down fondly; "You know what I like."
You skipped away through the buzzing bar, blowing Suguru a kiss as you went; most of the patrons were two or three drinks deep already, and you pushed through a hen-do, apologising loudly to get to the bar.
You stood at the bar, tapping your fingers as you waited to catch the bartender's eye, and you felt a big hand slip around your waist from behind. You turned, grinning, leaning in for a kiss--
"Oh! God, sorry," you cried as the beer-breathed stranger laughed as if he knew you, and you cringed as he leaned back into you.
"No harm done baby, thought I was gonna get lucky there," he shouted over the music, flecks of spit peppering your face and lips.
"Nope! Not tonight I'm afraid--" as you moved to pull away, his hand tightened around your waist, skimming down to cup your hip, pulling you closer, squeezing--
"-- look, can you get your hands off--"
The stranger raised his hands off you dramatically, waving them in your face, barely concealing aggression behind an easygoing facade; "Just trying to have a good night like everyone else here, sweetheart, so you could just loosen up--"
You turned your back, flushing with confrontation, almost tearful as you tried to attract the attention of the bartender. You felt hot breath on your neck, the same unfamiliar hand on the small of your back--
"So you got a boyfriend, then?" You swallowed hard, closing your eyes for a moment, desperate to be left alone.
"She has," Suguru crooned, voice mercurially smooth as he slowly took the stranger's hand off your back, his eyes black, flat and cold. You had never been happier to see him in your life, and you pressed yourself against him, back still to the stranger. The stranger's lips rolled inwards, an irritated tongue dabbing out to lick them.
"Sorry bud, didn't realise she was here with anyone--"
"-- but scum like you always respect an absent boyfriend more than a girl telling you no, right?" Suguru's voice could have frozen water. The stranger excused himself without another word.
"Come on," Suguru gently urged, "I don't like this bar anymore. Let's go somewhere else."
As he slipped an arm around you, walking towards the doors, you heard frantic shrieking behind you; the stranger writhed and squirmed on the floor, frantically undoing and shoving his trousers down, kicking and shouting in alarm.
Suguru smirked; "Had that weird little snake curse in my pocket for a while now. Even better, he can't see it."
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Will do some more of these; always more Nanamin, but also the other JJK crew too!
Part Two (Higuruma, Ino and Yuuji) LINK HERE!
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â LONG LIVE â â kageyama tobio
cw. manager fem!reader, friends to lovers, mutual pining, timeskip!tobio, the first years are graduating, light swearing (like once), possibly ooc word count. ~ 1.9k synopsis. tobio takes this seemingly last opportunity to tell you how he feels, aka procrastinator kags is in denial up until the last minute (youâre no better)
it didn't quite hit you just yet after karasuno's last match of the nationals, but it's all coming back to you now.
standing before the double doorway looking into the empty gymnasium, the memories filled with days and nights of blood sweat and tears come rushing back all at once. wins, losses, celebrations and disappointment â this place was a time capsule of the flavours of youth.
"oi kageyama, remember when sawamura-san didn't let us hand in our club application forms until we got along?" shoyo chirps, dodging a smack to the head from tobio.
tsukishima chimes in with a scoff, "don't lie to yourself, you still don't get along."
giggling, you lock eyes with yachi, recalling kiyoko telling both of you the story when you first joined the team as two new freshman managers. some things never change.
the six of you were a whirlwind of chaos â on the court, you were a force to be reckoned with, part of the monster generation. to you, they were the people that pushed you to keep going, the ones that effortlessly turn your frown upside down with their silly antics, even at the cost of your embarrassment. precious ones that lifted you up in tough times and cheered with you in the good.
god, you're already tearing up.
overwhelmed with nostalgia, you turn to them with glossy eyes and an airy chuckle, "guys, thank you for everything."
yamaguchi whines, lightly hammering his fists into your back, "stop it, you're going to make me cry!"
throwing your arm around his shoulder, your laugh bubbles out as the first tear falls, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry!"
tobio wants so badly to just reach out and brush the tears away from your face, you're so pretty, hell he'd even take you into his arms if he could. he's been doing a good job at pushing his feelings down but as the days towards graduation started looming, they've been crawling their way back up to the surface and he has no idea what to do with himself.
he watches and yearns for the day that you can be comfortable enough with him to initiate casual touches and physical affection. sometimes he wonders if you're avoiding him on purpose, you seem to be just fine with everyone else.
you catch your gaze wandering to tobio and find him silently staring off into space and looking almost deep in thought, the crease between his brows doing little to mask his inner conflict. he's been quiet for most of today, not that he typically has many words to say, but even cusses at shoyo were few and far between.
you give him the benefit of the doubt, perhaps the emotions of it all are getting to him and he's coming to terms with it. that doesn't stop you from worrying though, letting your eyes linger on him for a while longer before your attention gets pulled away by yachi â dragging her friend over to take a commemorative picture of all six of you, wanting to recreate the batch photo taken at one of the home games last season.
you find yourself situated between tobio and tsukishima again, donned with academic caps in the same arrangement as the last time, but something about the aura feels different now.
yachiâs friend is yelling at everyone to gather closer to fit in the frame, namely tobio, and your heartâs bursting out of your chest, âkageyama, move closer to her, youâre getting cut off!â
is it normal to have heart palpitations? in an attempt to get this over and done with, your thoughts race, hand clenching just thinking about what youâre about to do. you know what fuck it, throwing caution to the wind, you link your arm with his and pull him closer, briefly catching the look of surprise on his face.
you feel him stiffen next to you and you almost regret your decision in fear of making him uncomfortable, being this close to releasing your grip on his arm. it dissipates as quickly as it came though as he relaxes to your touch, almost leaning into you.
your flush as his side presses against yours. it's a welcome feeling, but your mind is short circuiting. for a second you forget that you're supposed to be posing for a photo, but a genuine smile comes as easily as breathing. this feels natural and as cliche as it sounds, you fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
harbouring feelings for tobio is uncharted territory â he wasnât one for grand declarations, but rather the little moments that can easily slip past your fingers if you donât pay attention. not that it mattered to you, your eyes were always on him. everything he did, every touch, drew your in like a moth to a flame, and you so desperately wanted to pull away to spare yourself the pain of rejection.
what once were innocent vending machine yogurt runs between classes became walking home together when practice ran late. you chalked it up to him being kind since your place was on the way to his anyway, though you'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't hold on to the slim possibility that he just wanted to spend more time with you alone.
spending the last three years suppressing your feelings for tobio was akin to the struggle of closing a suitcase that's obviously overflowing. but it never made sense to pursue them, as much as you wanted to â you knew very well that volleyball is number one to him and he doesn't have space in his heart for devotion outside of that. no room for distractions. whatever happens, you'd be satisfied just having him in your life, yours or not.
but you just couldn't bring yourself to let go.
on the contrary, tobio firmly believes that you deserve better, better than him, more than a socially awkward dumbass whose entire personality is volleyball, someone who will treat you right and show you off like the glimmering gem you are.
heâs not well versed in anything other than the sport heâs dedicated most of his youth to â heâs always had difficulty juggling his passions with other commitments in his life and more than anything, heâs afraid. afraid of not being good enough for you.
after what seems like a lifetime in a span of a minute, the photos have been taken and you're reluctantly pulling away, shyly avoiding eye contact with tobio. you hate to admit that the close proximity was comfortable, you liked it a little too much. this only leads to you craving more and you're gutted that moments like this will be even harder to come by.
in hopes of distracting yourself from your thoughts, you begin to review the shots with shoyo, "kageyema looks constipated! aw i like this one, your smile is so pretty! wait why're you both blushing?"
unbeknownst to you, tobio's staring at the spot where your arm was interlinked with his. to him, you initiating the action felt like a silent declaration, that you were willing to take the step and just needed a little push. he had an idea.
later that evening, after a quick catch-up with your kouhai, it's about time to head home. with a heavy heart, you're reluctantly bidding goodbye to everyone and you're already feeling more tears threatening to spill over the surface. yes, you're being dramatic, there's literally a lunch meetup planned for next weekend.
you sneak a glance at tobio, and you're not surprised to find that heâs already looking at you with an unreadable expression, choosing to return him a small smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes. there's been some kind of an odd tension since the stunt you pulled earlier and you're not sure what to make of it.
âwaitââ heâs calling your name, ââŚcan i walk you home? for old timeâs sake.â
for old timeâs sake, you can't help but wince at the implications. damn that hurts, it sounds like the beginning of a goodbye.
not trusting your voice, you nod, letting him catch up before starting your journey again. you notice how close he is when he's falling into a step with you, the slight swing in your arm causing your knuckles to brush against his. none of you make an effort to withdraw, basking in the little contact like an anchor that binds the both of you together.
"so uhâ" both of you speak up at the same time and your heads whip to look at each other, eyebrows raised and laughing.
you gesture with your hand to let him speak as his eyes return to the road ahead, internally thanking the darker night setting for the opportunity to gaze at his boyish looks and side profile. he's so pretty.
"so i wanted to talk to you about something." tobio stutters, "as you know, I'm not very good with words." with a soft smile, you nod, encouraging him to continue.
"do you know the feeling when you see a really cool spiker that you want to set the ball to? that's kind of how I feel about you."
slightly puzzled, you freeze in your steps to process his statement.
he waves his hands in a panic, "wait i'm sorry what i mean isâ there's something really fascinating about you and i... want to explore that."
you almost miss it, but he adds, almost whispering, "i like you a lot and i want to try this out, if you'll have me."
stunned. pleasantly surprised. happy. disbelief. your mouth lightly falls open in shock, the script you initially planned in your head for this moment lost in the passing breeze, "iâ of course, i feel the same way. to be honest, i just never had the guts to confess."
illuminated by the street lamps in the otherwise empty road, tobio's eyes shine with newfound hope, the flecks of blue almost glowing in the dim light, more beautiful than any ocean.
"but what about volleyball?" you can't help but ask, staring at his shoes in an attempt to ground yourself and shyly twiddling your thumbs, "i don't want to get in the way of your dreams."
shaking his head, he steps closer to you, wordlessly calling for your attention, look at me. "tch, you're more important to me than volleyball, dumbass."
his hands find themselves on your waist and before you even register, he's pulling you into a hug, your forehead clumsily bumping against his chin as he sputters out an apology. a small breathless giggle slips past your lips as you tuck yourself into the crook of his neck, sighing in relief.
âwhat?â he mutters, chuckling lightly as he tenderly rests his head atop of yours.
cheeks warm from the exchange, you wrap your arms around his neck, absentmindedly playing with the strands of his hair. your heart pounds with affection unspoken, yet so apparent.
"nothing, this has just been a long time coming."
the two of you will talk about this more in the days to come, but for now, you stay tangled in an embrace, savouring the first of many moments together.
notes. "long live" - taylor swift is karasuno's song and i will die on this hill (there's an edit on tt by @/starflix and i watch it everyday) also cid stop mentioning yogurt in every piece challenge failed (âĽďšâĽ) (dividers: @/cafekitsune) reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !
Š yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.
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: written in the stars !#kageyama tobio#kageyama x reader#kageyama tobio x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader
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Who's your next boo?
Group 1
General info | Death, The Moon, page of swords, Queen of pentacles, 5 of cups, 3 of pentacles
This person is an introvert, a lone wolf, someone that doesn't share a lot of information about them. They have a rather juvenile yet mysterious vibe. They give me Wednesday Addams vibes. This is someone that is very intense, serious, they don't joke with connections. If they let you in their circle, that means that they trust you and that isn't an easy thing for them to do so you should feel lucky, kind of feeling. This is someone that feels very unlucky in love and relationships overall but is extremely effective when it comes to their job and studies. We have someone who's witty, snarky, productive. A workaholic. Someone that works well in teams, especially when they feel encouraged and valuated. This person is a major stalker. When you think you got them figured out you discover a new layer of their personality that puts everything in question. They, however, have figured you out right from the start. This is someone that is extremely observant. They could be into occultism, mythology, horror movies, documentaries about history or science, dark fantasy movies and novels, and so on. They have a very deep personality and can be very giving, generous, kind. However, they appear extremely cold and ruthless towards others, especially when you don't know them. This person is known to have a shitty personality and a lot of people may bad mouth them. But the reality is that they know nothing about your person. And they want it to stay this way. Your person doesn't care about what other people think. They are fine with being alone if it means protecting themselves from harm. They've been through a lot so they are extremely wary around people. But once you get past their shell, you will discover a true diamond. In terms of zodiac signs, I'm getting major Scorpio vibes, as well as Cancer and Taurus. When it comes to their physical appearance, I'm picturing someone rather small with a very bold look. They could wear a lot of black, but it doesn't have to be. Even if their clothes are colorful, the way they dress gives a very strict and dangerous kind of vibe. They could wear a lot of leather, boots, baggy clothes, bombers and so on. I think their skin is rather fair, but again that doesn't have to be the case for everyone. However, there is definitely something about their eyes, especially if their chart is heavily influenced by Scorpio. And their face can sometimes look expressionless or rigid, a bit like a porcelain doll. In certain situations that can be kind of creepy.
Context | 3 of cups, 2 of cups, King of pentacles, 5 of cups, 7 of wands
You may meet them in a working context or because of your work in an indirect way. I'm picking up on someone being dissatisfied with how things are going in their career. At some point, that person decides to act on it and try to tip the scales in their favor. For some reason, that person ends up at some sort of a gathering. Somewhere entertaining, where people are having fun. It can be a club, a bar, a concert, a convention, a family reunion, a celebration held by a company to wish someone well. You get my drift. In such context, both of you meet when you least expected it. I feel like on both ends, going to this gathering wasn't part of your initial plan. But you both felt like you had to go. For some of you, this meeting may already have happened. However, your connection with this person is in it's beginning stages. I get a feeling of someone competing to get the other's attention. People just mindlessly having fun and trying to forget about their issues. Feeling relieved and optimistic about life again after a long period of self doubt and struggles. It's like this meeting is happening at the right place and the right time but both had no idea they needed each other so badly until they crossed paths.
Signs to look for | The Lovers, The Sun, Death, Wheel of Fortune
When a major shift is happening in your life and you feel like you're going through a rebirth in all areas of your life, that may be a sign that this person is coming into your life. When you are starting to feel positive about love and relationships again, when you feel like you're finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. After an important decision that changes the game for you, whether it's in your career, in your studies or on a personal level.
-> Other possible signs : apples, clouds, doves, snakes, Gemini season, May, June, numbers 6/19/13/10, Leo season, July, August, skeletons, sandtimer, Scorpio season, October, November, crowns, sphinx, egyptian mythology, fixed signs, wheels
Group 2
General info | 7 of cups, 2 of pentacles, Temperance, The Lovers, Judgement, 9 of swords
In terms of Zodiac signs, we have Libra, Gemini, Sagittarius, in other words mainly mutable signs. This is someone that could be described as "wishy washy" by others. They may be the type of person that struggles to make decisions, that often times feels indecisive when faced with many options. Someone that may have a hard time focusing on one thing at a time, and that may include people. We have someone that likes to remain in their comfort zone because it reassures them. We have someone that also lives a very balanced life. They always do the same things over and over again without getting bored. They are rather optimistic about life, even if they tend to overthink and may struggle with depression at times. This is someone that is shy around strangers and tends to keep things surface level with people in general. They can seem a bit naive and dreamy, a bit of a perfectionist sometimes. They are sociable to some extent and wish to get closer to people but they have a hard time opeining up for fear of rejection. This is someone that is curious and enjoys trying various hobbies, they may enjoy traveling and meeting up with people from various cultures. In terms of their physical appearance, I'm picturing someone rather slim, tall. That has a very casual vibe to them. Someone that people barely notice on the street because of how shy they are. This may be someone that walks silently and doesn't engage in conversations unless they've been invited to. Outside, they are the type to keep their headphones in their ears and come back home as fast as they can. They may have a fear of crowds and stutter sometimes. They could have wavy hair or long bangs that hide their eyes. They could wear a lot of hats or caps. They give me Tyler Galpin vibes. They're sweet and kind, they don't cause much trouble but they don't know how to act around people. They may have a hard time processing their own feelings, let alone that of others. They tend to have social anxiety.
Context | 3 of wands, 4 of swords, 3 of swords, 7 of cups, 6 of wands
For this group I am picking up on health and travel related causes of meeting. I'm picking up on someone deciding to take a break from something in their life that has really exhausted them. That break ends up being a travel of some sort. It could be a short term travel or a really big one, it depends on your situation. That person is really hurt and needs to take time for themselves to overcome whatever pain they are going through. It could be because of a break up, because of a burn out, because they've lost a loved one or because they are struggling with important health issues. Anyways, this person chooses to cut ties with whatever has been weighing on their mind and get back to a more cheerful spirit. Both of you may be going through a similar experience and this could be the reason why you bond very quickly. This connection could start as a friendship. For some reason, I'm picking up on a race. Maybe both of you decide to do a marathon or something sports related to take care of your respective health and have an activity that can help you take your mind off of your worries. That could be running, swimming, hiking, anything really. I get a feeling of you two celebrating a victory of some sort and this bringing you closer. This happy event could be the trigger that turns this friendship into a romantic connection.
Signs to look for | 4 of wands, The Lovers, 9 of pentacles, Death
When someone around you is getting married or engaged in some type of way, when you are choosing to remain single and start anew instead of building a relationship with a partner, when you are cutting ties with someone from your family/close circle thus choosing your well-being over people pleasing. When you feel like you are doing good on your own and don't need anyone to feel valuable and worthy of love. When you are prioritizing your needs and happiness over that of others. Those are all signs that this person is near.
-> Other signs : mannor, forest, celebrations (marriages, birthday parties, winning a sports event...), clouds, snakes, apples, doves, Gemini season, May, June, numbers 4/6/9/13 , a public garden, an important domain, an iron gate, skeletons, crows, sandtimer, Scorpio season, October, November
Group 3
General info | 10 of wands, The Moon, The Star, page of swords, 7 of wands, 3 of pentacles
This may be someone that is an influencer, a celebrity of some sort or at least someone that uses social media a lot in the context of their work. This is also someone that is very busy and currently single. This is a person that feels burdened and exhausted by the important amount of responsibilities that they have to deal with on a daily basis. This is someone that is very secretive, hard working, a fast learner, someone curious, chatty when they feel like it, with a strong mind and a combattive spirit. This person likes competition. They strive to be the number one in everything they do. They could be studying on the side, when they're not working to improve their skills and sharpen their mind. In terms of zodiac signs, we have Cancer, Leo, Aquarius mostly. When it comes to their appearance, this is someone that is conventionally attractive. They have a bit of a trendy nerd aesthetic or overworked light academia vibe. They're quite classy when it comes to the way they dress. It's not exhuberant but you definitely feel that they have the money. This is someone that is sociable but tends to be alone because of how busy they are and how much of a workaholic they can be. They may have a bit of a mischievous look. What I am mostly picking up on is someone with a strong jaw, that tends to frown their eyebrows and looks tense. They may wear glasses from time to time. They give me Xavier Thorpe vibes. This is the type of person that hides their kindness behind a cocky brawler attitude. They may sometimes be voluntarily arrogant to keep certain types of people away from them. They don't like to be messed with and appreciate their tranquility. Despite that, most people still admire them and they may be very popular among their peers, especially if they hold an important position.
Context | 6 of cups, 5 of swords, Judgement, page of cups, ace of cups
You may be going back to your childhood home. If not, you are recontacting old friends or acquaintances. I feel like someone here is trying to make peace with their past to be able to move on romantically speaking. So maybe you decide to contact your ex partner to have a discussion about what went on between you and close that chapter. Or you contact one of your old friends to catch up on what's been going on in their life because you miss them and you feel like you haven't been fair to them. Maybe this is a group thing. Anyways, that initiative leads you to meeting this person. The connection is instant. You're quick to judge this person and know that you like them, that you're interested in them. They may reciprocate the feeling. Whether you or they make the move first I feel like this connection is going to evolve rather quickly. Within the night for some or a few days later, you are going to be kissing and asking each other out. For both of you, this may be a rebound connection. It may be quick for you to be with this person and just as quick to seperate ways. But I feel like you'll have a good time with them and keep good memories of them. They may remain your friend even if you break up. For some of you, this person may be one of your exes. If you weren't in a relationship with this person in the past, you at least were interested by them to some extent but this may not have lead to anything when you first met them. But now that times has passed and both of you have evolved, you may be in a better disposition to be together.
Signs to look for | ace of swords, 9 of cups, 7 of cups, 4 of pentacles
You may be dreaming of this person before you meet them. You may receive an unexpected message, either from them or someone you both have in common. You may be saving money for a dream of yours, if that is your case, that may be a sign this person is near. You may also receive positive news, unexpected news about a project that is dear to your heart. You didn't talk about this project to your loved ones. This is something that was a secret. You may hear a surprising rumour.
-> other signs : snakes, daggers, crowns, feathers, piglets, roman architecture, old roman temples, numbers 1/9/7/4 , water sign seasons, taurus season, greek mythology
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live updates â gojo satoru.
As the game became less of a focus and more of a background challenge, your Satoru started chatting about his week like he usually does. He grins as he starts talking. âMan, I really miss home, baby.â he said, his usual bravado softening. âI miss our bed! You get lost in the sheets and we get lost in the sheets together!â Satoru immediately saw the flood of the comments. His face immediately turns scarlet as he scrolls. You couldnât help but laugh at your boyfriendâs reaction. He waved his hand, âHey comments, that was a really sweet comment! That isnât innuendo, keep it PG!â
GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!;
WARNING/S: safe for work (sfw), fluff, slice of life, light hearted, domestic, romance, long distance relationship, pet names (baby, doll, baby doll, etc), banter, flirting, humour, happy ending, hurt/comfort, pining, weariness, depictions of long distance relationship, depiction of pining, depiction of weariness, depiction of slice of life, actor! gojo, non-celebrity! reader, this is how deep gojo would love you;
WORD COUNT: 5.9k words
NOTE: the people have chosen and people have chosen gojo as the second rank for the poll. i thought of this as a parallel to hey lover series!!! one can only wonder what sort of lover gojo would be, especially with the type of schedule he would have had as an actor. but i love to think that gojo satoru is the type to make everything work, even in long distance. also a lot of this was inspired by kim seokjin of bts playing games on weverse live and i hope yall enjoy that too. anyway, i love you all so much!!! please take care, keep safe. its getting colder!!! mwah <3
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IT WAS HARD DATING SOMEONE WHO WAS FAMOUS. But it was your life. Gojo Satoru, your famous singer and actor boyfriend, had been booked for an extended stint abroad, and the thought of not seeing him for weeks weighed heavily on you.Â
Though heâd send the occasional text or call when he could, you both knew it wasnât enough. And especially for him â who was more clingy than you were.Â
But one of those nights, during one of his brief calls, your beloved boyfriend Satoru had finally proposed a plan to you as you were laying on your bed alone.
âI know youâre worried about me being away for so long. So⌠how about I do a livestream every week? Iâll play some silly games, and you can see for yourself that Iâm alive and well."
Your brows furrowed at him. "But Satoru, your privacy? Don't youâ"
"It's okay, baby. I don't mind. Plus, I know youâll love watching me lose miserably. And you know, everyone knows weâre dating anyway. I might as well make a declaration of my love for you like this.â
You didn't think that you could argue about what he wanted.
But you can't help but feel warmth when he kisses your check.
Gojo Satoru has never loved much of life as much as he did you.
And somehow, you fall in love with him hard, again.
The following week, true to his word, your phone pinged with a notification: GojoSatoruLIVE â Silly Games & Updates. You clicked the link, your screen filling with your boyfriendâs signature grin. That had made you smile for the first time in a while.
âHey doll!â he greeted playfully. âMiss me? I know itâs been tough, but I thought this would make things easier. So, every week, Iâll be here, streaming just for you.â
Week 1Â
THE FIRST WEEK FEELS EASY. Gojo Satoru started off confidently with a game that seemed laughably easy. One where you had to stack blocks without knocking them over. As the screen showed colorful blocks teetering precariously, he flashed a grin at the camera.
âEasy peasy, baby!â he boasted, cracking his knuckles like he was preparing for some grand feat. With the first few blocks, he was doing fineâŚ..until, naturally, the tower began to wobble.
You could see the moment his confidence faltered, his eyes widening comically. "No, no, noâhey, hey, hey! Stay up, stay upâ"
The tower collapsed in a spectacular fashion, blocks scattering across the screen with dramatic sound effects. Satoru groaned, slapping his forehead.Â
âAlright, maybe not so easyâŚ..â he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as if the game had personally insulted him. âBut donât worry, Iâm just warming up! Next round, guys. Trust! This will finally be a guaranteed win. Put your trust in the strongest! Baby, believe in your boyfie!â
Spoiler: He did not win the next round.
After the third round of failed block stacking, with this time with the tower collapsing before he even got halfway through, Satoru finally gave up, leaning back in his chair, folding his arms dramatically. He lets out a heavy sigh and takes a moment, moving forward on his PC.
âOkay, clearly this game is rigged, baby.â he declared, throwing a hand toward the screen. âThey knew Iâd be playing, so they made it impossible. But donât worry, Iâm too talented to be brought down by a bunch of blocks.â
Between his attempts to master the game, he filled you in on his week. He smiled through it, happily so. You missed how much he would yap to you. Itâs alright, seeing him yap over the screen. But it was different, when heâs next to you.Â
âThe shoots have been exhausting. You wouldnât believe how many times they made me retake a shot where Iâm just standing still. Apparently, my natural charm is âtoo distracting,â so they wanted me to tone it down.âÂ
He shot the camera a playful smirk, knowing full well that toning down anything wasnât in his nature. Gojo Satoruâs charm was always going to hit. But you know he plays it for you more than anything. The rest of the world does not know how killer that charm is in the morning sun, while beside him.
âBut the crewâs great, though!â he continued, glancing at the screen as another round of blocks came tumbling down. âTheyâre really professionalâdonât get me wrong. But do you think itâs normal for someone to eat six plates of pasta for lunch? Because I mightâve done that.âÂ
He threw in a sheepish grin, as if he wasnât fully aware of his own ridiculous appetite. âWhat can I say? I ordered too much food. But it was amazing! I need to take you there when Iâm back.â
Every time he glanced at the camera, it felt like he was speaking directly to you, his playful tone and teasing smile making the miles between you seem insignificant.
"Oh, and donât think I forgot, baby. You should be prepared! Next time you have to play this with me! Bet you canât beat my high score."
Given that his âhigh scoreâ was barely two blocks stacked, you couldnât help but laugh at the challenge.
Before signing off, Satoru dramatically wiped his forehead as if the session had been physically taxing.
âWhew. Alright, I think Iâve done enough damage here. Iâll work on my block-stacking skills for next week. And by âwork onâ I mean completely forget this game exists. But, hey, at least I look good no matter what Iâm doing, right?â
He flashed one last charming grin at the camera. âSee you next week, doll. And donât worry, my beloved doll. Iâm alive, full of pasta, and missing you terribly.â
And with that, the screen faded to black, leaving you with the warmth of his silliness and the comfort that, no matter how far apart you both were, your Satoru will always found a way to make you smile.
Week 2
HE MESSAGED YOU WHEN HE WAS GOING ON LIVE. And of course, you already had some delivery food and some wine ready, watching your lover start it all up. Gojo Satoru kicked off the livestream with a smirk, this time ready to tackle a racing game. He looked way too confident for someone who spent last week losing to virtual blocks.Â
âAlright, this game? Iâm winning first place, no question!â he said, pointing at the screen like it was already a done deal.
The race started off well for your boyfriend. Satoruâs cute character zipped off the starting line like a pro. He was looking confident about all of it. He was smirking beyond compare. He looked too handsome.
âLook at that speed! Iâm practically untouchable. Ka-chow, baby! I am speeeedddd!â he boasted, dramatically leaning into each turn as if that would help his in-game car. For a moment, it seemed like he was actually doing okay.
Then he hit a banana peel.
âWHAT?!â His car spun out, and his screen lit up with the mocking sound of other players zooming past him. Satoruâs jaw dropped. âWho put that there? Whoâs sabotaging me? What the hell? How am I not winning? It was so close!âÂ
He glanced at the camera, his dramatic flair fully on display. âAlright, alright, thatâs fine. Iâm just building suspense. You donât wanna see me win too easily, right?â
But then came the red shells. One after another. His car spun out more times than you could count, and by the time he finally crossed the finish line, he was dead last.Â
A giant â12th PLACEâ flashed on the screen.
He stared at it for a long moment, letting the defeat sink in before dramatically flopping back in his chair. You giggled at his reaction. Satoru pursed his lips, looking at the camera, eyes furrowed with disappointment.
âOkay, maybe these games are rigged, baby!â he sighed, pouting like a kid whoâd lost at hide-and-seek. âThis is not a fair play game, game company!â
He threw his hands up in mock surrender, laughing at himself. âWho am I kidding? This gameâs obviously cheating. No oneâs that bad at driving⌠except maybe Kento. His driving is really really bad, guys. Girls, guys, gays, non-conforming friends! You should find a good driver if you donât like his designated driver for the rest of your life!â
Before he could dwell on his loss any longer, you heard a crash off-camera, followed by giggles. Satoru barely had time to react before his door burst open, and barged into the room were Itadori Yuji and Kugisaki Nobara, looking like they were on a mission to cause chaos.
âYo, yo, sensei! Gojooooooooo!â Yuji called out, grinning as he dove into your boyfriendâs bed. âHeard you were losing, so we came to help!â
âMore like witnessing the disaster. This is hilarious!â Nobara added with a mischievous smirk, folding her arms as she leaned against the doorframe.
Satroru tried to maintain his composure, waving them off. âIâm not losing, Iâm just⌠learning the course.â
Yuji peered at the screen, pointing at the humiliating â12th PLACEâ graphic still displayed. âUh-huh. Looks like youâve learned nothing.â
Satoru groaned, dramatically dragging a hand down his face. âOkay, fine! The game might not be my strongest skill. But have you seen me act?â
He shot them both a grin, trying to distract from his gaming disaster. âPhotoshoots in the morning, Jujutsu Kaisen shoots all day, meetings all night. You know, someone has to look good while you two slack off.â
âYeah, yeah, big shot.â Nobara rolled her eyes. âBut seriously, how are you this bad? Itâs a racing game. Even Yuji could win this!â
Yuji, looking offended, gave her a nudge. âHey, Iâm great at racing games!â
Satoru waved his hand dismissively. âOkay, enough out of you two! Iâll do better next time, promise. But letâs be real here, kiddos! You donât come here for the gaming skills, you come here for the charm.âÂ
He winked at the camera towards you, clearly trying to salvage his bruised ego. âAinât that right, doll?â
You giggled at his little flying kiss soon after.Â
Your boyfriendâs really the cutest person.
And as he smiled, you know that his ego recovered.
Meanwhile, Yuji had already grabbed a controller, grinning like he was about to show up his mentor. âHow about I show you how itâs done?â
Nobara crossed her arms and nodded at Satoru. âYeah, maybe let the kids handle this. You stick to acting pretty and being on time to set for once.â
Satoruâs bright eyes widened dramatically. âOh, on time? Me? Never!â
As the chaos continued with Yuji and Nobara heckling him every time he lost, Gojo Satoru somehow managed to throw in a few updates about his week to you.Â
âThe photoshoots are still insane, though.â he said over the sound of Yuji crashing his own car into a wall. âThe pictures are going on the wall again, doll!â
âEarly mornings, late-night meetings⌠But Iâm hanging in there. Mostly because of this.â He motioned to the livestream. âYou guys and you, my baby doll. You all keep me going. But well, my baby doll the most, guys. Thatâs my baby.â
Nobara rolled her eyes. âYouâre so sappy, bro.â
âYeah, cause thatâs my baby, kid! Sorry you and Maki arenâtââ
âIâm gonna strangle you!â She glared.
Satoru only laughed and Nobara rolled her eyes, but more playful this time. Even with Yuji tackling him from the side in an attempt to âhelpâ and Nobara giving snarky commentary on his every move, your beloved Satoru never lost that playful grin. He shot you one last wink before wrapping things up.
âAlright, I gotta deal with these two. See you next week. And trust me, Iâll win something by then. Maybe.â
But as the camera faded out, you had a feeling his streak of terrible gaming luckâand hilarious weekly chaosâwas far from over. You closed your computer and heard the sound of your phone. You smiled even wider. You gotta comfort your winter bear and his pouty self.
Week 3Â
YOUR BOYFRIEND WAS BACK FOR MORE. And you were of course, here once again. You smiled watching his face surface on your screen. Satoru quickly started the stream with his signature grin, announcing his latest challenge for his weekly check ins. And that tonight, ladies, gents and nonâbinary folks, is this new puzzle game.Â
âAlright, baby, everyone else in this live, this one should be easy. I mean, câmon, Iâm a genius. Iâve got six eyes and an IQ off the charts.â he quipped, wiggling his fingers like he was casting some sort of brainy spell.Â
He clicked through the gameâs introduction with the confidence of someone who definitely hadnât been last place in a racing game just the week before.
For the first few minutes, Satoru seemed to be doing fine, solving the initial puzzles like a pro. âSee? Easy stuff. I could do this in my sleep!â he bragged.
But then came a more complicated challenge, involving color-coded switches and hidden doors. Thatâs when the trouble started.
âWait⌠why wonât this thing move?â Satoru muttered, squinting at the screen. He tried a few more random clicks, then groaned. âOkay, clearly the game is intimidated by my genius.âÂ
He furiously tapped at his keyboard to no avail. âThis is just me taking a break from being smart all the time. Gotta give the game a fighting chance, yâknow?âÂ
He shot the camera a playful smirk, but you could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to solve the puzzle. âNah, actually Iâd win!â
Minutes ticked by, and Satoru was still stuck on the same puzzle. His face was entirely frozen on his focus. But then his face fell and frowned. He finally leaned back in his chair, throwing his hands up.Â
âAlright, alright, Iâll figure it out⌠eventually.â He gave a dramatic sigh, like the weight of his own intelligence was too much to bear. âBut donât worry, Iâve got this. Probably.â
As the game became less of a focus and more of a background challenge, your Satoru started chatting about his week like he usually does. He grins as he starts talking.Â
âMan, I really miss home, baby.â he said, his usual bravado softening. âI miss our bed! You get lost in the sheets and we get lost in the sheets together!â
Satoru immediately saw the flood of the comments.
His face immediately turns scarlet as he scrolls.Â
You couldnât help but laugh at your boyfriendâs reaction.
He waved his hand, âHey comments, that was a really sweet comment! That isnât innuendo, keep it PG!â
âThe hotelâs nice, sure, but itâs not the same without you around.â He paused, glancing at the camera like he was talking directly to you. âThe bedâs too big for one person, you know?â
There was a rare, genuine vulnerability in his voice, just for a moment, before he quickly shifted back to his usual playful tone. âBut hey, Iâm doing fine. And this, what we do here, what I do for youâŚ.this makes it easier. Talking to you like this after missing you so much, baby. This makes it all worth it. I canât wait to be home, but yeah, IâŚI treasure this.â
Right on cue, there was a loud crash from somewhere behind him. Satoru jumped, whipping around in his chair. âWhat theâ?â
The door to his hotel room flew open, and in strolled Ieiri Shoko and Geto Suguru, looking like theyâd just come from causing trouble elsewhere. Shoko had a cigarette dangling from her lips, her usual cool smirk in place, while Suguru just raised a casual hand in greeting.
âYo, Satoru!â Suguru said, settling into a nearby chair like he owned the place.
Satoru groaned, running a hand through his hair. âUgh! Do you two ever knock?â
âWhereâs the fun in that?â Shoko teased, blowing out a puff of smoke. She glanced at the camera, noticing the livestream for the first time. âOh, youâre streaming? Hey there!â
Her eyes lit up as she leaned closer to the camera, her smirk growing wider. âSo, this is the famous partner, huh? Iâve heard a lot about you, darling.â
Satoruâs eyes narrowed, his smile faltering just slightly. âShoko, donâtââ
But it was too late. Shoko winked at the camera. âYou know, Iâve always thought Gojo was a bit out of his league with you. I mean, you could do better, right? Maybe someone a little more⌠mature?â She gave a slow, suggestive smile, clearly enjoying herself.
Satoruâs mouth fell open in horror. âShoko, stop! Stop rizzing my pookie!â he warned, though his voice was more panicked than commanding. He glanced nervously at the chat.
But then you, ever the tease, decided to play along. You typed a comment back: "Well, Shoko, I donât know... maybe you should take me out sometime and weâll see."
Gojoâs reaction was immediate. He nearly fell out of his chair, his face going from cocky to full-on betrayed. âWHAT?! No! Youâdonât flirt back!âÂ
He was waving his arms wildly, trying to contain the chaos. âBaby, donât do this! I canât lose you like this! Iâm not gonna win over a lesbian, oh my godââ
Meanwhile, Shoko was laughing so hard she had to wipe a tear from her eye. âOoooh, now this I like!â she said, blowing a kiss to the camera. âYouâre my new favorite person.â
Suguru, watching the entire scene unfold with a bemused smile, finally chimed in. âThis is more entertaining than your puzzle game, Satoru. Maybe we should join your streams more often.â
Satoru looked like he was on the verge of losing it. âIâm being attacked! Betrayed! By everyone! This is treason!âÂ
He pointed an accusing finger at the camera at you. He was sure you were giggling (you were). âAnd youâyouâre flirting with Shoko?! Iâm the charming boyfriend here, not her!â
Shoko gave him a pat on the head, like he was an overexcited puppy. âDonât be so jealous, Satoru. Itâs cute.â
Satoru dramatically slumped in his chair, groaning like his entire world had been turned upside down. âIâm never living this down, am I?â
With one last exasperated glance at the camera, Satoru sighed. âAlright, next weekâs stream will be Shoko-free. I canât take any more of this. I canât be single because of Shoko stealing my lover!â he muttered, still pouting.
But before the stream ended, you could see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Even with all the teasing, the playful banter, and the flirting with Shoko, Your Satoru still looked like he was having the time of his life. And that, more than anything, made the distance between you feel just a little bit smaller.
Week 4
ONCE AGAIN, YOU SAT ON YOUR BED AND WAITED FOR YOUR BOYFRIENDâS FACE TO SURFACE. After a few seconds, Gojo Satoru started the stream with his usual swagger and that massive grin on his face.
You didnât know what he had planned this time, he hadnât told you. He kept saying that you should wait and be patient for today. So, you let him have that time to surprise you. Your boyfriend after all just knows how to make things enjoyable for you.
âSo, Iâve been thinking, babyâŚ..â he began, leaning closer to the camera with that mischievous glint in his eye. âWhy keep all this awesomeness to myself when I can humiliate my friends in front of you, too?âÂ
He gestured off-screen, and a moment later, Geto Suguru appeared, settling into a chair beside him.
âHey, hey!â Geto Suguru said with a casual wave. âIâm here to destroy Satoruâs fragile ego.â
Satoru laughed, tossing an arm around Getoâs shoulders. âOh, please. Iâm the one who invited you so I could have some real competition. Youâre just here for moral support.âÂ
He booted up a multiplayer game, something fast-paced and competitive, and the two of them were off to the racesâliterally.
Even with Suguru beside him, Satoru couldnât help but turn to the camera every few minutes, his grin widening each time he won a round. After each victory, heâd shoot you a wink or blow a kiss.Â
âSee that? Just for you, baby.â heâd say with a smug grin. âIâm winning like this. I am a champion for love, obviously. For my baby doll! Suguru is just here to make me look better, don't you think?"
Suguru snorted. âYeah, right. Keep telling yourself that.â
As the game went on, the banter between them was relentless. Whenever Suguru would take the lead, Gojo Satoru would dramatically cry out in defeat. âThis is a betrayal of our friendship!â heâd declare, throwing his hands in the air.Â
But then, when Satoru inevitably snatched victory back, heâd lean in toward the camera, shooting another flirty wink your way. âI win again. See? All for you, baby.â
But beneath all the fun and games, you could sense the subtle shift. Despite his usual bravado, there was a heaviness in Satoru's weary eyes that he couldnât completely hide.Â
He masked it with jokes and over-the-top celebrations, but the long hours were starting to take a toll on him. His posture slouched just a little more than usual, and there was a tiredness in his voice when he wasnât cracking jokes.
In between rounds, Satoru gave his usual updates, trying to keep things light. âThe shoots have been intense, baby.â he admitted, running a hand through his messy white hair. âLong days, early morningsânothing I canât handle, though.âÂ
He flashed his signature grin, but there was a flicker of weariness behind it. âIâve got another shoot tomorrow, but Iâm surviving. Itâs just⌠ya know⌠typical world-class star stuff.â
Suguru glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. âYouâre not fooling anyone, Satoru. You look like you havenât slept in days.â
Satoru waved him off with a laugh. âOh, câmon, Iâm invincible. Sleep is for mortals. Besides, Iâll be home soon, I promise.â He said the last part softer, his gaze flicking toward the camera, just for a moment, and you could tell he was talking to you. âI can cuddle and sleep more like that!â
There was a beat of silence, an unspoken acknowledgment that the distance was hard on both of you. But before the mood could dip too far, Satoru jumped back into character, clapping his hands together. âAlright, enough of that! Letâs get back to the important stuffâme kicking Suguruâs butt.â
Suguru rolled his eyes. âYeah, yeah. Keep dreaming, blue lagoon.â
They dove back into the game, the playful rivalry picking up where it left off. But through all the chaos, you could tell that your boyfriend was pushing through for you, making sure the livestream stayed fun, even if he was running on fumes.
As the stream neared its end, Satoru paused for a moment, turning to the camera with a more genuine smile. One that you know that was one that was eagerly hopeful.
Just a little more time, he'll be home. This will end soon. He'll be in your arms. He just has to be patient. He just has to be strong. Gojo Satoru will do it. He'll do it for you.
âThanks for sticking with me through all this.â he said, his tone a little softer now. âI know Iâm far away, but Iâm doing my best to be here every week. And hey, just a little longer, and Iâll be home.â
Suguru, never one to miss an opportunity, gave him a nudge. âYou gonna blow another kiss or what? The fans demand it. But I'm pretty sure your partner deserves it more.â
Satoru grinned, shaking his head. âAlright, alright. One more for the road.â He leaned in, blowing a dramatic kiss to the camera before signing off with a wink. âSee you next week, babe. And Iâll try not to embarrass myself too much.â
But as the screen faded to black, you couldnât help but smile, knowing that no matter how exhausted he was, Gojo Satoru would always find a way to make you feel like you were right there with him. And you wish you could reach for him and hug him and love him.
Week 5
YOU COULD TELL THE FATIGUE IS GETTING TO HIM. Gojo Satoru appeared on the screen, looking a little rough around the edges. His normally energetic presence was dimmed, and the steam from a mug of hot tea curled lazily into the air. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his eyes before flashing the camera a tired grin.Â
âOkay, Iâll admit itâIâm running on fumes today!â he said with a chuckle. âBut I couldnât skip out on our weekly thing. Youâd worry too much if I didnât show, right?â
He pulled up a simple, relaxing game. A rare choice for your boyfriend. He doesnât have patience sometimes for the low-stakes and slow games, clearly not aiming for any impressive wins this time around. It was a farming simulator, of all things.Â
âThought Iâd try my hand at growing virtual crops since, you know, Iâm such an agricultural genius, baby.â he joked, though the usual punch behind his words wasnât quite there.
Despite his exhaustion, Satoru made an effort to keep things light. As his character in the game wandered around aimlessly through the area, he started to give you some of the small updates about his life again between sips of peppermint tea.
âThe shoots have been brutal this week. Lots of action scenes, lots of stunts... and my stunt double called in sick, so guess whoâs been throwing himself through walls all week?âÂ
He gave a halfhearted laugh, but you could tell the long days were catching up to him. âBut I'm not one to give up. Iâll do my best, baby!â
Every few minutes, though, when the tiredness seemed to pull him down, Satoru would catch himself. His gaze would flick to the camera, and heâd muster up that bright, reassuring smileâthe one you loved.Â
âDonât worry about me, alright?â heâd say, his voice soft but playful. âIâm tougher than I look. Iâll be home before you know it.â
There was something endearing about the way he refused to let you see just how worn out he was. Heâd fumble through the game, occasionally getting distracted and letting his crops wither, but he didnât seem to mind.
The game wasnât the point, it never was. For him, it was just a reason to be there, to share some part of his life with you, even from miles away. He wanted nothing more than to know that he's making you smile on the other side of the world, that he's with you even when he's not beside you.
Midway through the stream, he leaned back and sighed, glancing off-camera for a moment before turning his attention back to you. âYou know, these weekly streams⌠theyâre the best part of my week right now.âÂ
His voice was quieter, more sincere now. âI know itâs silly, playing these dumb games just to check in, but it makes me feel like weâre not so far apart. I miss you, baby doll. Miss you so so bad.â
For a second, the cracks in his usual bravado showed. His weariness, the toll of being away for so long, all of it flickered across his face. But then, just as quickly, he covered it up with another grin. You know he did that, just for you.Â
âBut hey, no need to get all sappy and sad about it. Iâll be back soon, and Iâll cook you that terrible breakfast you love so much, baby doll. But don't worry, my coffee brew will make up for all of it!â
Even though the stream was shorter than usual, it felt like a lifelineânot just for you, but for him too. These weekly check-ins had become more than just updates; for you or for him.
No, they were more than that. They were a way for both of you to stay grounded, to share a piece of normalcy despite the distance. And no matter how drained he was, Gojo Satoru never failed to show up. It was his way of saying, "I'm okay. We're okay. We always will be, because this is love."
As the stream wound down, Satoru waved to the camera with a tired but genuine smile. âAlright, thatâs all for tonight. Sorry itâs a short one, but Iâll make it up to you next week. Maybe Iâll find a game Iâm actually good at soon enough, baby.â he teased.
Then, as always, he ended the stream with the same words, his voice softer than usual, like a promise he was determined to keep. âSoon, doll. Iâll be back soon.â
And with that, the screen faded to black, leaving you with the warmth of his voice lingering in your mind and the quiet reassurance that, no matter how far away he was, Gojo Satoru was still finding his way back to you.
Week 6
HE HASNâT LET GO OF YOU SINCE HE CAME HOME. Somehow, your beloved boyfriend had become overly attached to you after being gone for more than five weeks.
You didnât mind, though. You missed him too much. And now that you have him all to yourself, you were just happy to make him happy, to indulge him. It was your turn to be his penicillin after a long suffering in parting.Â
That was what you were doing as you joined him for his new little live. Your chair leaned closer to his as the feed started to broadcast. And of course, with all the energy in him â your beloved boyfriend starts the stream with an excited yell.
"Guess whoâs finally home, yall!" Satoru practically bounced in his chair, dragging you into the frame beside him. His arm was slung over your shoulders, and his grin was so wide it was almost cartoonish. "This lucky boy, hah-hah!"Â
âIâm back with my one and only, guys. Best day of my life! And the first thing Iâm doing to celebrate? Playing games with my better half. How lucky am I?â
He leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, throwing a wink at the camera. You giggle as the blush became evident on your cheeks. He seems satisfied knowing he's made you blush like that in front of millions.
âDonât be jealous, everyone. I know youâve missed this face, but now itâs all theirs.â
The comments section immediately exploded with his castmates popping in.
YujiItadori: âLetâs gooooo! The dream teamâs together again!â
NobaraK: âBet theyâre cheating, already ganging up on us before the game even starts.â
Shoko: âI didnât tune in to watch Gojo. Move over so we can see the real star of the stream.â
Megumi: "I can't believe they love him so much, they're staying like that."
Satoru read Shokoâs comment out loud with a laugh. âAh, Shoko, ever the comedian. Youâll have to settle for watching me kick your butt in this game, though.âÂ
Then he read Megumi's comment. He leaned in and then narrows his eyes. "You just hate true love Megumi!"
You smiled at him. "He's a lot, but I love him!"
"They love me, ah!" Satoru says dramatically, starting to act like he was hit by the arrow of love. He slumps on the back of his gaming chair. "I am more in love!"
"Oh, Satoru, be careful." You smiled at him, tapping his arm softly. "The game's about to start."
He turned to you as he leans forward. Satoru starts fumbling wit his own gaming controller with a smirk. âReady to show these amateurs how itâs done?â
But before you could even pick up your own controller, you were sure that you heard the notification sound. Soon enough, you saw the new comment popped up on the screen. It was from Shoko.Â
Shoko: âActually, I just wanted to say your hair looks amazing today, babes. Oh, and by the way. Iâm free tonight if you wanna hang out. Iâm nearby, if you wanna go clubbing.â
You burst out laughing, quickly typing back as you talk it out loud. âThanks, Shoko! Maybe we can grab drinks later. Satoru doesnât mind, do you?â You shot Satoru a teasing look, eyes glinting with mischief.
Satoru froze, his playful grin faltering for just a second before he shot a mock glare at you. âExcuse me?â He leaned toward the camera dramatically, addressing Shoko directly.Â
You giggle. âIt would be fun! Shoko thinks Iâm pretty! You have that in common, weâll get along!â
âWhat is this? Flirting with my partner on my livestream? Rude.â He shook his head in exaggerated disappointment. âFirst, they steal my heart, and now youâre trying to steal them from me, too? At least give me a chance to enjoy being back home!â
You snickered, leaning into his shoulder. âShokoâs just appreciating what she sees. Can you blame her?â
Shoko: âExactly. Someone around here has to appreciate your beauty for what it is, babes. And it ainât Gojo Satoru!â
Satoru groaned loudly, slapping a hand to his forehead. âIâve been home for five minutes, and Iâm already fighting for my life.â He glanced at the camera, eyes wide in mock horror. âHelp me, chat. This is supposed to be our time, and now Iâm stuck playing third wheel in my own relationship.â
The comments section erupted with laughter.
And of course, a lot of teasing for Satoru.
You grinned even wider at him.
NobaraK: âShoko is winning the game and sheâs not even playing.â
Megumi: âThis is why I donât watch these streams. Itâs always chaos.â
YujiItadori: âThis is amazing. Gojo Satoru who?â
Determined to regain control, Satoru pulled you closer, his cheek brushing against yours as he looked straight at the computer camera. Your boyfriend's face was certainly echoing that childish pout was all too evident on his features.
âAlright, enough of this betrayal!â he said with a grin. âLetâs focus on whatâs important for all of the worldâs happiness and thatâs us destroying everyone in this game, together. The real dream team.âÂ
He lifted your hand with the controller, making you both move in sync to start the game. But even as the game started, the playful banter didnât stop. Satoru kept glancing at the chat, where Shoko continued to drop flirty comments for you, egging you on.
You of course couldn't help but match her energy and played along. As the game continued, you were periodically sending back winks and typing responses that made Satoru groan even louder and you stopped, putting it down with a laugh.Â
âWhy do you enjoy tormenting me like this?â he whined, though his smile never left his face.
You just grinned. âBecause itâs fun. And youâre cute when you pout.â
He paused the game for a second, dramatically clutching his chest. âCute? Iâm not supposed to be cute! Iâm supposed to be hot and cool and, like, super mysterious!â
Without missing a beat, you leaned closer to the mic and said in a low voice, âShoko, heâs not mysterious at all. He leaves his socks everywhere and talks in his sleep.â
Satoruâs bright eyes widened in mock betrayal, and the chat exploded again.
Shoko: âNoted. Definitely better off hanging out with you later.â
YujiItadori: âHIS SOCKS??? WHAT????â
âYouâre supposed to be on my side, baby!â Satoru cried, laughing so hard he could barely hold his controller. âI just got back, and this is what I come home toâslander!â
But beneath all the playful chaos and teasing, there was a warmth between you both that even the camera couldnât miss. Every time Satoru glanced at you, he couldn't help but fold easily.
There was a softness in his eyes, a kind of quiet relief that he was finally home. And even though the flirting and jokes kept flying, it was obvious that he was just happy to be here, with you, sharing this silly moment.
As the stream wrapped up, Satoru threw an arm around your shoulders again, flashing a final grin at the camera.
âAlright, guys, itâs been real. But I think itâs time for me to kick back and enjoy being home with my partner. And Homewrecker Ieiri Shoko, this is for you!â he pointed at the screen with a playful glare. âHands off.â
He winked, pulling you closer as you both waved goodbye to the viewers. âSee you next weekâif Shoko doesnât steal my thunder completely by then.â
Jujutsu Kaisen's Satoru Gojo Brodcasts For A Whole Month For His Partner â Insiders said, 'He's Hopelessly In Love' with them!
In an unexpected turn of events, actor and singer Satoru Gojo has taken the internet by storm, not for his acting chops or musical talent, but for his endearing displays of affection towards his partner during his gaming livestreams.
The mega superstar who has always been more private about his life out of work is now screaming from the rooftops. He screams for his love towards them. And he's not going to stop.
The actor in a short few weeks have become a viral sensation as fans and media outlets alike canât get enough of how "hopelessly in love" he is.
What started as casual, late-night gaming sessions on Twitch quickly turned into a phenomenon as viewers noticed something beyond the usual gaming commentary. Gojo Satoruâs soft, love-struck behavior whenever his partner joined the chat was heartwarming to his audience.
Whether it was him gushing about his partnerâs smile, dedicating his game victories to them, or just pausing the action to talk sweetly, Gojo Satoruâs streams became must-watch content.
One memorable moment that caught the attention of fans worldwide was when Gojo, in the middle of an intense match, suddenly smiled and blushed, saying, âI just got a text from my partner. Everything stops when they message me.â
This short clip has since gone viral among the netizens and especially with his global group of fans. This has been received with immense positivity and love, with fans dubbing him âthe ultimate simpâ in the most affectionate way possible.
Itâs not just the fans who have been swept away by Gojoâs open adoration. Major media outlets have picked up on the story, with headlines like âSatoru Gojo: Hollywoodâs Ultimate Romanticâ and âInside the Heart of a Superstar: Gojo Satoru is Head Over Heels.â
And one good bet, with his massive popularity, he would go beyond viral. Indeed, that's what happened! Social media is flooded with clips from his livestreams, showing him talking about his love for his beloved partner with a soft grin that could melt anyoneâs heart.
"I never thought Iâd be watching an action game to see a rom-com play out!" one fan commented on Twitter.
Another added. "Forget the game, Iâm here for Gojo Satoru being jealous about Shoko Ieiri flirting with his partner!â
In interviews, Gojo Satoru has remained unbothered by the sudden attention. âI just love them, really.â he said, shrugging with a sheepish grin when asked about the viral clips. "Theyâre my everything, so yeah, Iâm a little obsessed."
Fans have now turned into self-proclaimed shippers of Gojo Satoru and his partner, creating fan art, videos, and even shipping hashtags. While Gojo Satoru continues his career as a heartthrob in film and music, itâs his real-life love story thatâs currently winning over the internet with a happily devoted live update.
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Being friends with both Simon and Johnny, you try your best to convince Simon he's better than the man who raised him at the request of Johnny. All because Johnny wants a family... It's you who pays the price.
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CW for language and pregnancy, baby trapping if you squint??
"You don't know that." Simon grumbled refusing to look up at you. This whole conversation has been unwanted and awkward to him. Not only was he receiving the same message from Johnny, but now you too?
You had been a long time friend to both of them, meeting in the service and proving each other through thick and thin. That didn't mean he appreciated your mock sympathy.
"I do know that, Si. No better men I trust more than you and Johnny. You'll both be wonderful parents."
"Don't wan' be like him." You knew what he was referring to. He was afraid to be a parent and end up like his father.
"You ever think it's that cognitive choice that makes us better than the people who raised us? The fact we don't want to be like them? I think it does and because you remember what you had growing up, it's going to make and keep you different."
Brown coals looked up through you from the slots of his mask. A fire ignited peeking through the black war paint that you could see on his skin.
"Ya' mean that?"
"I do. Think you're a good man for the job. Both you and Johnny are going to raise some wonderful children." Reaching across lightly squeezing his hand that was next to his mug full of tea.
A heavy sigh left him as he nodded, taking in your words. A whole plan plotting in his head, taking seed and growing across his brain.
If only you could see it.
As a thank you for talking Simon into being open to having children, Johnny had invited you over for dinner a few days later.
Celebrating they pulled out the expensive whiskey, sharing it with you after a hearty dinner.Maybe that's what caused you to let your guard down. An invite to Simon and Johnny both.
It had left you in shock as Simon had you folded up against Johnny, slamming into you at a rough and hard pace. Each pant and heavy breath, him explaining that him and Johnny had decided to try the old fashioned way. Giving their seed to you for you to grow their much wanted baby. A piece of Simon and Johnny mixed with you. What better gift??
The more shocking part however was Johnny whispering in your ear over and over again of over flowing gratitude.
"Thank ya' hen, would never o' got this far wit' out ya'."
Simon pounded into you harder from the praise. You and Johnny cornering him both about this?? Fine. A baby it is then, but you're going to help too dammit.
"Givin' me and Si the greatest gift. Our little family ey'?"
9 months later, a blonde brown eyed boy was born. Mission accomplished right?
It wasn't like Simon and Johnny had planned to keep you after this right??
Wrong.
A part of their little family you were, and a part of their family you would stay. Even if you wanted it or not, this is the price you pay for telling Simon he was a loveable man. You are theirs now.
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