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emperor!gojo who likes pastries from a specific baker in the capital city, right outside of the palace. as his personal servant, you make weekly trips in order to satiate his sweet tooth. what he doesn't know is that after many years of being a regular at the same bakery, you've manage to become well acquainted with the baker's son, a charming young man who will soon take over the family business.
on this particular day, one of the fellow servant girls insists on accompanying you, and she's quick to notice the easy rapport between you and the bakerâs son: the way his eyes linger on you just a bit too long and the way your laughter feels unguarded around his presence. at one point, the baker's son makes a casual remark, wondering aloud if your hand was available. your friend nearly bursts with excitement. romance is a rarity for servant girls, and the notion feels like something out of a tale.
when you return to the inner palace, your friend wastes no time spreading the story. whispers of your "budding romanceâ ripple through the servantsâ quarters, carrying far more weight than you could have anticipated.
it eventually catches on to a tired gojo, white hair all disheveled, trudging through the palace halls after a long day of paperwork and negotiation. but exhaustion gave way to something much more crucial than life when a hushed conversation reached his earsâwhispers about the only girl he'd ever had his eye on being promised to another.
he wastes no time, finding you in the quiet garden, tending to the chrysanthemums. his voice, usually so playful, was low and edged with steel.
"is it true?" he demanded, his steps heavy as he closed the distance between you.
you froze, unsure what he meant. "your majesty?"
gojoâs hands shot out, one bracing the wall behind you, the other gently tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. the closeness was scandalous, unthinkable, for a man and a womanâ much less the emperor and his servant.
"donât play coy with me," his voice is dangerously low. "i heard them talking. tell me itâs a lie. tell me youâre not leaving the palace. leaving me."
"leaving you?" you echoed, genuinely confused. "iâm not⌠your majesty, i donât understand."
he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your cheek. "promise me youâll never marry" unless it is me, but the words go unsaid.
"your majestyâ" you blinked, heat flooding your face. it was an outrageous demand, but if that was want he really wanted then...
"promise me," he interrupted, his tone an urgent whisper.Â
you swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing into your chest. "i wasnât planning on it," you admitted quietly. being raised in the imperial palace had robbed any dreams beyond its wall.
he exhaled sharply, almost a sigh of relief, and a ghost of his usual grin flickered across his face. "good," he murmured, stepping back at last. "because i wonât let anyone take you away."
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extra notes. this was a concept draft i wrote a while ago before deciding i wanted soul crushing angst for this series. obsessive gojo makes my heart do backflips.
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RAFE CAMERON - not for the money
x FEM!reader - MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: you are scared that rafe thinks youâre only in the relationship for his money
WORD COUNT: 833
GENRE: fluff
CONTENT WARNING: soft!rafe cameron
the scent of saltwater and pine carried through the open balcony door of rafe cameronâs bedroom, where you perched, fidgeting with the hem of your sundress. it had been a week since you overheard themâthe cruel whispers in the back of the country club that claimed you were only with Rafe for his money.
âsheâs so lucky,â one girl had sneered. âhe pays for everything. i wouldnât lift a finger either if i had a guy like that.â
âsheâs totally using him,â one said, her tone dripping with disdain. âi mean, look at her. rafeâs always paying for everything.â
âright?â the other chimed in. âhair, nails, those dinners? sheâs just in it for the money.â
another had laughed. âshe just loves the chanel.â
the words striked you like a blow. was that really how people saw you? youâd never thought of yourself as someone whoâd take advantage of him, but now, doubt crept in, wrapping around your chest like a vise.
their words kept echoeing in your head as rafe entered the room, his usual confident swagger softened by the adoration in his eyes. he set a bag from your favorite boutique on the dresserâa clear sign that heâd picked up yet another surprise for you.
âhey, sweet girl,â he said, crossing the room to kiss your temple. âi got you something.â
your chest tightened, guilt swarming you.
âbaby,â you started, forcing a smile as you turned to face him. âyou didnât have toââ
âi wanted to,â he interrupted, his brows knitting together. âwhatâs mine is yours, sweet girl. you know that.â
you hesitated, the nagging doubts pulling at your resolve. if the people at the club thought you were a gold digger, you couldnât stand the idea of him believing it too.
so, thatâs when you decided: no more gifts, no more dates entirely on his dime. you were going to prove that you loved him for him.
the next week, your new approach to things began to show.
at your usual dinner spot, when the waiter brought the check, you quickly grabbed it before rafe could.
âwhat are you doing?â Rafe asked, blinking at you in confusion.
âsplitting it,â you said firmly, pulling out your card.
âsplitting?â He looked at you like youâd spoken a foreign language. âbabe, no, put that away.â
ârafe,â you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument. âiâm paying for my half.â
he frowned, but he let you do it. that frown deepened over the next few days as he noticed more changes: no more nail or hair appointments showing up on his credit card statement, no impromptu shopping trips with bags of chanel or prada waiting at your apartment.
by the time your next date rolled around, heâd had enough.
âokay,â he said, sliding into the booth across from you at the diner. âspill.â
âspill what?â you asked innocently, focusing intently on your menu.
âdonât play coy, sweet girl. i know you. youâve been acting weird all week. no more letting me pay, no more giftsâwhatâs going on?â
you sighed, setting the menu down. âi just⌠i overheard some people at the club. they think iâm using you just for your money. and i donât want you to ever think that too.â
his expression softened instantly, and he reached across the table, taking your hand in his.
âbaby,â he murmured, his voice low and full of affection. âthatâs the stupidest thing iâve ever heard.â
you looked at him, surprised by his reaction. ârafeââ
âno, listen to me,â he said firmly. âi donât care what those people say. they donât know you. i know you. youâve been there for me when no one else has. youâve stuck around through my worst. you think iâm dumb enough to think itâs about the money?â
you blinked, his words sinking in.
âi buy you things because i can and want to,â he continued. âbecause you deserve the world, and i want to give it to you. not because i think you need it, or because i think itâs the only way to keep you around. got it?â
tears pricked at your eyes, and you nodded. âi just⌠i didnât want you to feel like i was taking advantage of you.â
he chuckled softly, standing up to slide into the booth beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
âsweet girl,â he said, pressing a kiss to your temple, âyouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. donât let some jealous nobodies make you think otherwise.â
you leaned into him, a small smile creeping onto your face.
âokay,â you whispered.
âgood,â he said, pulling out his card as the waiter approached. ânow let me pay for dinner, and stop being weird.â
you laughed, swatting at his chest. âfine, rafe. you win.â
and as you sat there, wrapped in his arms, you finally let yourself believe itârafe cameron loved you for you as you loved rafe cameron for rafe cameron.
and that was more valuable than anything money could buy.
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"Good Girl"
Pairing: postprison!Spencer Reid x reader
Genre: steamy, 18+, fluff, no smut
Warnings: kissing, Spencer calling reader a good girl
Words: 3.4k
Summary: Spencer giving Reader a lot of compliments and one of them makes her blush a lot.
Spencer had been different since prison. Not entirely in ways the team would noticeâhe still rattled off statistics, quoted obscure literature, and beat everyone at chess. But when youâd known someone as deeply as I knew Spencer, even subtle shifts felt monumental. He was sharper now, his edges honed by experiences no one should have endured. But when it was just the two of us, in those quiet, stolen moments, he softened.
Thatâs why I stayed by his side tonight instead of joining the team for drinks. Spencer had waved off the invitation, saying he needed a quiet night, and when I hesitated to leave him alone, heâd asked me to stay. It wasnât muchâa shared meal and a chess game in his small apartmentâbut to me, it felt like everything.
âI canât tell if youâre planning your next move or plotting my demise,â Spencer said, leaning back in his chair as he watched me.
âI can do both,â I said lightly, though the truth was, Iâd been staring at the board for so long because I had no idea what to do.
He smirked, tilting his head slightly. âYouâre stalling.â
âIâm thinking,â I corrected.
âYouâve been âthinkingâ for six minutes and thirty-two seconds.â
âAre you timing me?â I asked, raising an eyebrow.
âNo, but I glanced at the clock when you stopped moving your hand after your last turn.â
âOf course you did,â I muttered, my eyes flicking back to the board. âNot all of us have an IQ of 187, you know.â
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. The soft light from the lamp behind him highlighted the sharp planes of his face, and for a second, I forgot what we were talking about.
âYouâre better than you think,â he said, his voice low.
âBetter at chess, or better in general?â I quipped, trying to deflect the heat rising in my cheeks.
Spencer didnât answer right away. Instead, he studied me, his hazel eyes unblinking and intent.
âBoth,â he said simply.
My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to focus. This was just Spencer being Spencerâkind and honest to a fault. It didnât mean anything. Not really.
Finally, I made a move, sliding my bishop into place. I looked up at him triumphantly. âYour turn, genius.â
Spencerâs eyes flicked to the board, and he moved his queen with a casual grace that made my stomach sink. âCheckmate,â he said softly.
âWhat?â I leaned forward, scanning the board. He was right. Of course he was right.
âHow?â I groaned, sitting back in my chair. âI was so careful!â
âThat was a good game,â he said, his tone genuine. âYou lasted longer than usual.â
I rolled my eyes. âGee, thanks.â
âNo, really,â he insisted. âYour defense has improved. That last move was smart.â
âThen how did I still lose?â
His lips quirked into a smile. âBecause Iâve been playing chess since I was four, and youâve only been playing forââ
âThree months,â I finished for him.
âExactly,â he said, his smile widening. âBut youâre learning fast. Good girl.â
The words hit me like a freight train. My cheeks burned, and I ducked my head, pretending to fiddle with the edge of the table.
âSomething wrong?â Spencer asked, his voice tinged with concern.
âNo,â I said quickly, my voice higher than usual. âIâm fine.â
âYouâre blushing,â he observed, tilting his head.
âIâm not,â I lied, even though I could feel the heat spreading down my neck.
His lips twitched, like he was fighting a smile. âYouâre a terrible liar.â
âIâm not lying,â I said weakly, avoiding his gaze.
âHmm,â he hummed, his tone teasing now.
Desperate to change the subject, I stood and grabbed the empty takeout containers from the coffee table. âIâm going to clean this up.â
Spencer followed me into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as I tossed the containers into the trash. His presence was a tangible thing, and I could feel his eyes on me as I wiped down the counter.
âGood,â he said softly.
I turned to face him, confused. âGood what?â
âGood technique,â he said, nodding toward the counter.
My cheeks flamed again. âAre you just saying that to mess with me?â
âNo,â he said, his expression softening. âI mean it. Youâre good at a lot of things, but you never give yourself credit.â
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. âI think youâre overestimating me,â I said quietly.
Spencer stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. âNo, Iâm not,â he said firmly. âYouâre smart, capable, and one of the kindest people Iâve ever met. Youâre⌠amazing.â
My breath caught in my throat. The sincerity in his voice, the intensity in his eyesâit was overwhelming.
âSpencerâŚâ I trailed off, unsure of what to say.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch was so gentle, so careful, it made my chest ache. âYou donât believe me, do you?â
I shook my head slightly. âItâs not that⌠I just donât see myself the way you do.â
His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. âYou should. Because Iâm not wrong.â
The silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken words. I felt like I was standing on the edge of something, and for once, I wasnât afraid to fall.
âYouâre doing it again,â he said softly.
âDoing what?â
âDoubting yourself,â he said, his voice laced with a quiet kind of sadness.
I opened my mouth to argue, but the look on his face stopped me.
âYouâre a good girl,â he said, his voice low and steady. âYou just donât know it yet.â
My cheeks burned, and I looked down, unable to meet his gaze.
âHey,â he said gently, tilting my chin up with his finger. âDonât hide from me.â
âIâm not hiding,â I whispered, though the words felt hollow.
âYes, you are,â he said, his voice soft but firm. âAnd you donât have to.â
Before I could overthink it, I stepped closer, closing the small distance between us. âSpencerâŚâ
âYes?â
I hesitated, my heart hammering in my chest. But then his eyes softened, and I knew. I knew he would catch me if I fell.
âI want to kiss you,â I said, my voice barely audible.
Spencer's lips curved into a small, surprised smile. âYou do?â
I nodded, my cheeks flaming. âIs that⌠okay?â
His eyes softened, a mixture of surprise and something deeperâsomething that made my heart race. âItâs more than okay,â he said quietly.
I barely had time to process his words before his hand cupped my cheek, his fingers feather-light against my skin. He was so close now, his breath warm against my lips. For a moment, we just stood there, suspended in time.
And then he kissed me.
The world fell away.
It started soft, tentativeâlike he was afraid Iâd disappear if he moved too quickly. His lips brushed against mine once, twice, each touch careful and reverent. It was everything I hadnât dared to hope for: tender, consuming, perfect.
But then I leaned in, my fingers clutching at the front of his cardigan, and something shifted. The kiss deepened, and Spencerâs hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me as my knees threatened to give out beneath me.
The softness gave way to something bolder, more urgent. His lips moved against mine with a fervor that left me breathless, and I couldnât stop the small gasp that escaped me. Spencer stilled for a fraction of a second, as if startled by the sound, but then his grip tightened ever so slightly, and I was lost all over again.
He tasted like peppermint tea and something uniquely Spencer, and I never wanted it to end.
When we finally pulled apart, I was dizzy, my head spinning in the best way possible. Spencer rested his forehead against mine, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts.
âThat wasâŚâ He trailed off, his voice unsteady.
âAmazing,â I finished for him, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and intimate in the quiet of his apartment. âYeah. Amazing.â
My cheeks flushed, but this time it wasnât from embarrassmentâit was from the way he was looking at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
âIâve wanted to do that for a long time,â he admitted, his voice low.
âReally?â I asked, my heart swelling at the thought.
He nodded, a small, shy smile playing at his lips. âBut I didnât think you felt the same way.â
âSpencer,â I said, shaking my head with a soft laugh. âHow could I not? Youâre⌠you.â
His brow furrowed slightly, like he was trying to puzzle out my words. âIâm not always good at recognizing when people care about me,â he said quietly.
âWell, I care,â I said firmly, my hand still clutching the front of his cardigan. âA lot.â
He smiled then, a real, unguarded smile that made my chest ache in the best way. âI care about you too,â he said softly.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us was thick with unspoken promises, the kind that didnât need words to be understood.
Spencerâs hand slid from my waist to my hand, his fingers curling around mine. âYouâre incredible, you know that?â
I looked away, flustered. âYouâre just saying that.â
âIâm not,â he said, tugging me closer. âYouâre smart, kind, and strong. And youâre a good girl.â
There it was again, the phrase that sent my heart into overdrive. My cheeks burned, and I bit my lip, trying to suppress the shy smile threatening to break free.
âYou really like saying that, donât you?â I teased, though my voice came out softer than I intended.
âOnly because itâs true,â he said, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.
The sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at meâI couldnât take it. I hid my face in his chest, my fingers curling into the fabric of his cardigan.
âYouâre impossible,â I mumbled against him, though my tone lacked any real heat.
âAnd youâre adorable when youâre flustered,â he replied, his voice filled with gentle amusement.
I tilted my head up to look at him, narrowing my eyes in mock indignation. âYouâre lucky I like you.â
His smile widened, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. âIâm the lucky one.â
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After we settled onto the couch, Spencer pulled a blanket over us, his arm draped around my shoulders as I rested my head against his chest. The quiet hum of the world outside seemed so far away, replaced by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
âSpencer?â I asked softly, my voice breaking the comfortable silence.
âHmm?â
âThis is real, right?â I tilted my head to look up at him, my eyes searching his face for any hint of hesitation.
He glanced down at me, his brows furrowing slightly. âOf course itâs real. Why would you think itâs not?â
âI donât know,â I admitted, my cheeks flushing. âIt just feels⌠too good to be true.â
Spencerâs hand came up to cradle my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheek. âItâs real,â he said firmly. âIâm real. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away, focusing instead on the warmth in his gaze. âPromise?â
âI promise,â he said softly, pressing another kiss to my forehead.
And in that moment, with his arms around me and his words echoing in my heart, I believed him.
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TUTOR!MATT x BRATTY!READER
bratty!reader tries to take control in the bedroom.. but tutor!matt isn't having it
Ëđđ warnings... smut, dom!matt, sub!reader, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this pls!!), bigdick!matt, stomach bulge, overstimulation, squirting
âshh- matt. no! stop! just- just shut up, be a good boy fâme,â you whined with furrowed brows, both your hands resting on his bare chest while your legs were sprawled out on either side of his hips, his throbbing cock nestled deep inside of you making your head spin.
you were desperately trying everything to at least earn a whine from him, wanting to fuck him stupid, not the other way around. he usually submitted whenever you pulled the âgood boyâ card, but today? he wasnât budging.
and matt? oh, matt was enjoying the show more than anything. all day, you had tried to maneuver him around, acting all big and tough, while he simply just broke a chuckle at your âbig and strongâ self. he was trying his best to tutor you and study after school, but once again, you were being silly and whiny, insisting you didnât want to.
but matt knew that youâre just all bark no bite. so why not take advantage of that for a good minute?
âcome on, show me what youâve got, baby,â he smirked, his hands caressing up and down your bare sides while you squirmed from the delicious stretch, letting you do all the hard work. but you just pressed a finger to his lips, shutting him up.
âb-be quiet.. and be a g-good boy fâme,â your voice was weak, coming out as a pathetic whimper while you desperately wanted to take control in the bedroom like usual. but matt wasnât having any of it.
and while you desperately tried to shut him up, you could feel your pussy drooling around his cock, clenching and squeezing him. at this point, the only person you were teasing was yourself. ân-now just.. just let me do it, puppy,â you whined, letting your finger slip from his lips to rest on his chest once more, steadying yourself as you started to rock your hips back and forth.
âf-fuck.. youâre.. so big,â you moaned pathetically, glaring at him when he let a smile grow on his lips again, squeezing your eyes shut both to ignore the look on his face, but also in pure pleasure.
weakly, you started raising and lowering your hips, letting his fat cock nudge that sweet spot deep within you, allowing pornographic moans to carelessly spill from your lips. âyeah, is it that good, huh? yâlook so adorable, all dumb on my big cock, arenât you?â he teased, watching the way your tits bounced ever so slightly from your slow pace.
his words went in through one ear and out through the otherâbecause he was completely right. the weak and slow bouncing you were doing on his dick made your mind fog into one cloud, nothing but the feeling of him sheathed deep inside of your slick pussy going through your mind. matt kept his hands on your hips, but he didnât help you at all. he just watched where your two bodies connected, enjoying the sight of your wet hole taking all of him while occasionally letting out a quiet groan.
âcâmon, baby. sâthat all you got for me?â he teased, playfully squeezing your hips, making you yelp and open your droopy eyes to meet his. âmatt, be quiet! y-youâre being.. bad,â oh, his heart was melting at your desperate and whiny voice, along with your desperate bouncing on his dick. he couldnât help it, you looked so adorable.
yeah, he could tell your mind was one big haze, but he could also tell you wanted, no, needed more. the pitiful, little whimpers, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his chest, and the dull bounces. no, he had enough.
in a quick move, he heisted you off of him by your waist, flipping you over so he was hovering over you, one hand beside your head, the other one spreading your knees apart. âyeah, iâve had enough of your little antics, bunny. gonna be a good girl for me?â he mocked your previous words, and with a yelp from you, he slowly stuffed his cock back into you, a loud and carefree moan leaving your parted, pretty lips.
before long, he was pounding into you, whines and moans spilling from your mouth. âmatt- youâre, youâre being.. sss..such a bad boy,â you slurred your words, head thrown back against the pillow behind you when he thrusted harder into your gummy walls, eliciting a lewd squelching noise.
âyeah? yâthink?â he asked rhetorically, knowing you were far too gone to answer, let alone register his words. âi think that youâre enjoying this, donât you? such a dumb brat. youâre going all stupid on my cock⌠so, so wet fâme,â he let out a choked chuckle, a sharp groan leaving his lips. âyour pretty pussy squeezing me so fuckinâ good..â you wailed on a moan, your nails digging into his biceps while he continued plowing into your soaked walls.
âfuck! matt, iâm- iâm gonna cum, donât stop!â you whimpered, eyes pinched shut while he gently ran his knuckles over your cheek. âgood girl.. just keep on squeezing me, baby. youâre being so, so good..â he groaned, momentarily letting his thrusts slow, both hands sliding up the back of your thighs, grabbing the back of your knees to press them down to your chest. the new position only allowed him to push harder into your drooling cunt, his fat tip already brushing against your cervix.
he nearly goddamn spilled his cum into you when he saw the way your lower tummy was bulging, carefully brushing his fingers over the imprint, before returning the hand to your knee. he watched as he slowly pulled back, almost all the way out, before pushing his cock back in, his eyes following the bulge in your tummy. fuck, he was enjoying the sight of his dick disappearing into you.
âyou take me so well.. yâlike that?â he chuckled dryly when he saw the way your lips parted into an o-shape, brows knitting up in pure ecstasy. âgod, you look cute. acting all tough, while getting your brains fucked out.. not so tough now, are you?â he quietly mumbled, picking up the speed of his hips, until he was back to ram into your sloppy cunt. though your mind was telling you to snap back at him in that bratty tone you had, you just couldnât get yourself to itâmaybe you were too dumb on his dick.
âg-gânna cum! matt-â you blabbered, your moans only growing in volume and pitch when his cock continued hitting that spot inside of you, the wet and lewd noises from your pussy only adding to the overwhelming sensation. âcome on, pretty. i know you can do it, cum on my big cock,â he husked, a low moan followed by his words, his pelvis brushing perfectly against your swollen bud.
before you knew any better, you were releasing all around him, loud and pathetic moans coming from your parted lips, still stuck in an o-shape. your thighs were aching, eyes fluttered shut when he continued to thrust into your dripping hole, listening to the sinful squelching.
âsâtoo much- mattâŚâ you whined, eyes fluttering open for a moment to look up at him with pleading eyes. his thrust stilled for a second, allowing you to catch his breath while he leaned down to peck your forehead.
and just as you thought he was gonna pull out, he started plunging back into your sensitive pussy, a squeal leaving your lips. âshh, baby- be quiet fâme.. iâm not done with you yet,â his voice was wicked, twisted with need. he slowly let go of one of your legs, his hand slipping over your pretty lips to muffle your whines and whimpers, the other hand resting across your stomach to feel his cock inside of you.
âsince you wanted to act all tough.. how does it feel now? me being all tough on you?â his words were mean, but his tone wasnât twisted with malice, continuing to pump into your overstimulated cunt. he could tell you were close from the way you were clamping around him, his hand snaking down to gently pinch your clit between his fingers, your back arching.
you felt that same tightening in your lower tummy like moments prior, attempting to warn himâbut it was hard, from the way his hand clamped over your pretty lips. the continuous thrusts only made it harder to hold back, and soon after, you were gushing around him, knees starting to tremble while your moans weâre muffled by his palm. though you desperately wanted to catch your breath for a second, his following words only made you want to do it all over again.
âfuck, would you look at that.. soaking the fuckinâ sheets for me, huh?â he cooed, his thrusts turning sloppy when his eyes flickering down to watch your soaked cunt take all of him, flickering back up to your lidded eyes while he rubbed lazy circles on your bud.
âyeah, nah.. iâm nowhere done with you, angel,â
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I have someone who comes to groom my dog because I physically can't keep up with it. He's extremely good at his job.
He also thinks Trump isn't all that bad a guy, the Democrats are the anti-human rights party, had no idea the Supreme Court was a thing/is controlled by Republicans and that's why so many human rights are being rolled back in America, refuses to actually use his privilege of having a preferential voting system to not have to vote for the two major shitty parties because he insists on believing nothing good has been done despite numerous proving points to the contrary in his own life let alone others' lives, thinks climate change is a hoax and can't wrap his head around why university studies need to be checked for a donor list and a fossil fuel company supported 'study' isn't reliable actually, hasn't even learned the most basic empathy concept of "you not suffering from a problem other people suffer from doesn't make that problem less important/you should care about people whose lives you don't experience", outright said with his full chest that maybe we should racially segregate the Olympics again actually, and a number of other toxic to downright rancid things I would have just written him off and slammed the door in his face for last year let alone a few years ago.
Don't get me wrong. Talking to him is fucking EXHAUSTING and I feel physically disgusting afterward having to just calmly listen to all these things he spouts which have historically resulted in entire groups of people being targeted for genocide and numerous other human rights abuses when left unchecked and allowed to fester at the societal level.
BUT HE LISTENS WHEN I CHALLENGE HIM.
I can see him actually seeing me as a human being worth listening to. He's older than me and definitely been down way too many right-wing rabbit holes for me to pull him onto the surface any time soon. But I'm giving him things to chew on and hopefully if we're lucky I've planted some seeds which will eventually grow into some semi decent human being plants one day. He's really ignorant and clearly under-educated and that itself isn't his fault and biting his head off isn't remotely going to make up for that gap and is only going to drive him further into the arms of whatever fucked up extremist conservative groups he's been listening to.
He is reachable. He's just also a very long project I only get to work on for an hour at a time every 6 weeks.
And some of the things I've said which I think were part of what got through to him involved showing empathy for him being a single father(? I may have mixed that up with someone else but I think he is) with a disabled kid. He shows empathy for disabled people because he's the father of one (and probably is neurodivergent himself I believe but unsupported and doing his best to give his son the support he didn't get from the sounds of it).
But yeah.
Listen: you don't have to take shit to the face if the person is solely malicious and trying to hurt you. No one is obligated to meet that with kindness and anyone saying otherwise can get fucked. There is a limit to how much bullshit someone can cop while the bullshitter acts like any emotional response to their bullshit is unreasonable/out of nowhere and that is valid on the part of the person copping the crap.
However, if you a) can handle coping long enough to break down those walls with unexpected kindness/it isn't dangerous for you to try that method (VERY IMPORTANT. PAY ATTENTION TO THOSE DETAILS. DON'T TRY THAT ON SOMEONE WHO IS ACTIVELY THREATENING/DANGEROUS TO YOU), or b) can tell it's soft bigotry/general ignorance driving the otherwise yuck things being said, do give the compassion and patient education route a try.
I've had numerous instances of me holding shitty ignorant beliefs I had no idea were actually harmful. The people biting my head off didn't get to me. The people who took the time to see I was just ignorant and under-educated on the matter (and hadn't yet developed the empathy for a group I didn't belong to) taking me aside and patiently dealing with my idiocy long enough to explain things to me in a way that got through my skull (and eventually into my heart as well) were the ones who fundamentally improved me as a person. I still have plenty of things I always have to work on. But I can tell you now I would be much MUCH worse without those patient, kind, educational interventions by people who could tell the difference between malice and ignorance.
The same applies to everyone else.
Human beings are human beings. All of us. Re-humanising each other is the last thing any of the politicians and extremist groups want us to do BECAUSE IT WORKS. IT BREAKS THE WARPED MODEL OF THE WORLD THEY PORTRAY AS REALITY TO DIVIDE US AND KEEP US ALL AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS INSTEAD OF CUTTING OFF THE FOOD SOURCE FOR THEIR WEEDS AT THE ROOT.
When we remind a hurting person that we are a person too, not the bogeyman the extremist groups paint us as, it shakes their warped worldview to the core. It makes them think. It makes them QUESTION. It makes them look at the flower the 'evil' Pride-pin wearer gave them because no one gave them flowers when their mother died and their hate begins to crack at the seams.
The things the world teaches men hurts men too. Teaching them they DON'T have to subscribe to that mentality all the way down to the roots of the patriarchy weed is the best and most effective way of cutting that mentality off at the source. Even if you struggle to empathise with men because you've been hurt; ok, valid. But it is demonstrably more effective, sustainable and long term changing to just get rid of all of it by addressing their pain and showing them how much healthier and happier they can be just in their own life let alone others' lives by casting off the system that hurts them too.
I'm pretty sure I'm just rehashing the same points here, sorry, but the concept of deradicalisation as a healing and long term change tool has been my social justice special interest this year so talking it out helps it solidify in my own head too. (And gives me strength to deal with bullshit because it reminds me it's worth copping what I can personally handle in order to get someone to think, change and grow, one exhausting person at a time).
part of the reason i love how bell hooks talks about masculinity is that she shows real compassion towards men suffering from the effects of toxic masculinity. she was conscious of how we need to unlearn the ways we talk about men + masculinity just as much as we need to unlearn the same for women + femininity. so many times ill see someone talking about toxic masculinity like (hyperbolizing here but only slightly) âthese FUCKING STUPID BABY BITCHES wonât MAN UP and go to a therapist!!!â and like. i get the anger. but you see feminists recreating patriarchal manhood by only promoting good behaviors through patriarchal frameworks. any use of the term âreal menâ is bad because it reifies the idea that manhood is a special title you must earn, and it is something possible to fail and fake. & as important as it is to promote sexual equality + the pleasure of non-cis-men, lots of people are essentially still working with the idea that men need sexual prowess to have worth but just shifting it slightly so there is more emphasis on womenâs pleasure. but I want cis men to think about their partnersâ pleasure because they care about their partners, not because they need to check a box in order to keep their man card. and donât get me started on small dick jokesâ and the absolutely pitiful excuse people will use that âwell, I donât believe it, but misogynistic men get upset when I say it, so itâs okay!â
basically bell hooks is so fucking right. in order to create loving men we need to love men, simply for being alive, whether or not they are performing. as much as we need to actively unlearn misogyny (and we do), itâs equally vital we unlearn patriarchal ways of seeing manhood. we canât just assume that taking a feminist perspective automatically means there is no work to be done there.
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The Dragon, The Bitch, and the Sheer Audacity
Summary: Prince Daemon Targaryen was in a familiar predicament/ But this time aroundit wasn't him that was avoiding his wife, it was his wife doing everything she could to avoid him. Characters: Daemon Targaryen x Female!Reader!Hightower. Gwayne Higtower Word Count: 1,040 Chapter Warnings:Â Not Edited. Just got inspired to write a short chapter because of @just-some-random-blogger Thank you for the commentary, really made my day when i read it!
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Prince Daemon Targaryen was cursed with the consequence of his own actions. He stared at the empty bed of his marital chambers. Yesterday he had married you and forcefully made you his wife, but he wasnât much of a monster to force himself onto youâonce again he finds himself not consummating his second marriage.
âWhere is she?â Daemon had questioned the servant trying to busy themselves with cleaning the mess in the room.
âShe is with her sister, the Queen, your Grace.â The mousy servant spoke, fear all the more evident in her eyesâhe remembers her to be one of the servants helping with tending to his new wife last night, the verbal lashing theyâve found themselves into and cups and daggers being thrown at one another after. âThey are praying in the Septs.â
Daemon couldnât help but roll his eyes at the notion of the Sevens. Of the devout faith his new wife had because of your own family. One of the few flaws he was willing to overlook at this moment. But he couldnât help but wonder if it would have been better if you had married in the tradition of his house, he could already imagine Otto and his spawns frothing at the mouth at the possibility.
âTell the dragonkeepers to prepare Caraxes for flight, and ensure that the saddle will be big enough for myself and my wife.â
The eyes of the servant widened but did not voice her reaction out loud as she bowed and left Daemon to his own thoughtsâa dangerous thing to do at this moment. It didnât take long for him to also order to have his wife be brought to the dragonpit, maybe a semblance of the reality of your new life would do you some good.
His eyes lingered on the mess that still remained in the room. His eyes zoning in on the familiar cloth that was stained in bloodâblood cut from his own hand instead of what everyone perceived to be your maiden blood. It was better that way, for everyone to believe a consummation that has already transpired than an avoidance that was all too certain that came between them.
He sighed, slouching his head in frustration.
But somehow, anything that has to do with his own wife means he will no longer know peace. Chaos was now a constant for the Rogue Prince when it comes to his Wretched wife.
âYour Grace.â A guard has interrupted the momentary peace of his chambers.
âWhat?â
âYour Lady wife has been requested to return to Oldtown to assist Lord Hightower.â
âOf course she was.â He muttered under his breath already knowing the mess his day would be with his wife and everyone that involved the Hightower name.
All your life you had always believed yourself that there was no such thing as a God, and even more so multiple one that would ever place you in such a predicament. But here you were. Newly married, unconsummated and much preferring the presence of your younger sister than your new dragon husbandâuntil her brother had requested her to return back to Oldtown.
âHow easy it is for our Uncle to kick me out of Oldtown and demand me right back because of his own incompetence.â
Gwayne spoke your name gently but there was an evident warning in his tone. With nothing but the clothes on your back, you had joined your brother as you were demanded to return back to Oldtown as you were the only one capable of dealing with report reviewingâwho knew your insistence of studying more than what was required of you would end with you in this predicament.
The pride of a lord is his ultimate downfall. You know all too well and made good use of it in your time under your Uncleâs ward. Youâve nearly burned down his tower as he tried to prove a point and failed to do so.
One of the only things that brought you immense pleasure was the small little fact that you made sure not to inform your husband of your departure. It brought a glimpse of satisfaction knowing that you were able to one up him and insist upon yourself that you still had control on yourself and your own autonomy.
âIâm afraid of asking why you are smiling, so I will not ask.â
âNothing that needs your concern at the moment, brother.â You reassured, galloping your horse further.
The sooner you arrive in Oldtown, the sooner you are ensured that you will be further away from your tyrant of a husband.
For the next few days, you and your younger brother travelled by horse from Kingâs Landing to Oldtown. The presence of your younger brother brought a momentary peace, away from the judgement of your father and sister and away from the control that was not bestowed upon your husband since your marriage to him.
âIâm actually surprised your husband allowed you to travel away from Kingâs Landing, just a day after your marriage.â
You said nothing as soon as your eyes lingered onto the tower you had known all your life. As many memories of pain and turbulence youâve endured here, it was a home that you always wanted instead of Kingâs Landing. You wanted this, the peace and tranquility away from the politics of the throne.
Now you were smack dab in the middle of it all.
âHome sweet home.â You muttered under your breath welcomed with the cautious eyes of the numerous guards lingering at the gate.
But neither you nor your brother could have ever expected that instead of your Uncle Ormund waiting with contempt for you, the sight of a large ugly dragon and equally large and abhorrent rider would come waiting for them both in Oldtown.
âDo you expect you can leave the Keep without informing your Lord Husband, My Dear wife?â Daemon Targaryen smirked, the swagger of a man that was constantly given what he wanted.
Behind him was his dragon, the vicious Blood Wyrm that brought fear and power to his familyâand this sense of entitlement that knows no bounds in this day and age.
âAnd just a day after you wed me, youâre already running away, Dear Wife?â
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The Batfamily and Their Resident Alley Cat
Tim Drake walked into the Batfamilyâs lives the same way an alley cat wanders into someoneâs home: scrappy, uninvited, and entirely certain he belonged. And somehow, he stayed.
Thereâs no formal discussion about it, but everyone just⌠treats Tim like a cat. Not in a bad way! No, itâs all affectionate, in their weird, batfamily sort of way. They praise him endlessly, the same way someone would coo over a stray that managed to charm its way into a warm house. They show him off too, proudly talk about him to anyone who will listen, like heâs a rare find, even thoughâto outsidersâhe looks about as approachable as a cornered feral. (And to be fair, Tim will scratch if you get too close. Heâs been known to bite, too, though usually in a verbal sense.)
The parallels donât end there. If Tim ever decides youâre safe enough to relax around? To nap on? Thatâs it, youâre trapped. Itâs an unspoken rule. If Tim curls up against you, head resting on your shoulder or his legs slung across your lap, you do not move. No one dares risk waking him up. Not only because he probably hasnât slept in three days, but also because disturbing Tim in his rare moments of peace is sacrilege. Bruce has postponed meetings. Jason once held in a sneeze so violently it gave him a headache. DamianâDamianâsat perfectly still for over an hour because Tim had nodded off against his side, even though his arm had long since gone numb.
Startling Tim is another no-go. They all learned that the hard way. The first (and last) time Dick snuck up on Tim while he was deep in thought, Tim had reacted on instinctânearly taking Dickâs eye out with a pencil. Since then, theyâve all adopted a âgentle approachâ policy. Announce yourself softly, no sudden movements, and maybe bring a peace offering (read: zesti, to further grow his unfound stash hidden somewhere in the manor).
But beyond the quirks and the care they take around him, thereâs a trust in Tim that runs deep. Like a cat, Tim has an uncanny sense for people. If he trusts someone right away, that person is goodâno further questions needed. If Tim is skittish, more guarded? They all take note. Timâs instincts are sharp, and the family has learned to respect them. Itâs an unspoken rule: if Tim doesnât like someone, youâre on thin ice until proven otherwise.
Thereâs something endearing about it all, really. About the way Tim has carved out his space among them, the way theyâve adjusted their lives to accommodate him without even realizing it. Heâs their alley catâscrappy, fiercely independent, a little rough around the edges, but theirs.
And no matter how sharp his claws might be, no matter how many times he insists he doesnât need anyone, theyâll always make room for him. Because Tim Drake didnât just wander into their livesâhe chose them. And theyâre damn lucky he did.
#tim drake#batfam#i was thinking about that one au where damian treats tim like a scrappy cat to get close to him#tim is like a cat#so treating him as such is actually very effective for everyone#brainrot? its certainly been plaguing my thoughts tbf
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fuckgirl!reader flirting with loser!matt, but sheâs drunk so heâs just acting all nonchalant abt it
áśť đ đ° loser!matt babysits drunk fuckgirl!reader
the bass thumps in your chest, the music a relentless pulse that matches the dizzying swirl of the room. everythingâs fuzzyâlights blurring into streaks, voices overlapping into a symphony of noise. you donât remember how many drinks youâve had, but itâs definitely more than you shouldâve.
and then thereâs matt. sweet, awkward matt.
"matt," you whine over the music that echoes in your ears, drawing out his name, your hand reaching for his sleeve. your fingers barely graze the fabric before you lose balance, tumbling halfway into his lap.
he catches you, because of course he does, his reflexes sharper than youâd expect. "careful," he says, voice dry but not unkind.
"i am careful," you insist, dragging yourself up and planting one hand on his chest for stability. itâs a nice chestâsolid under your palm. "youâre just in my way."
"can we go upstairs?" you say feigning sweetness with a crooked smirk, your breath warm against his neck.
"nah." he leans back and manspreads on the couch, cool as ever, like heâs immune to your charms. itâs sickening.
"why not?" you pout, tugging at his arm. your dress rides up as you move, not that you careâmattâs the only one looking, and isnât that the point?
"because youâre drunk kid," he says simply, tilting his head like heâs assessing whether youâre about to topple over again.
"so?" you challenge, a teasing grin spreading across your face. "youâre supposed to take care of me, arenât you? thatâs what guys do at parties, right? fuck pretty girls?"
he rolls his eyes but doesnât let go when you wrap your arms around his neck. "m'not fucking you kid," he snickers.
you groan, a little too loud, and press your forehead against his. "youâre no fun, matt. chris would fuck me. he would probably die for the chance."
"yeah, but iâm not chris," he says, gently disentangling your arms from his neck.
"clearly," you mutter, falling back onto the couch in a dramatic heap. you look up at him, your eyes hooded and pleading. "donât you think iâm pretty, though?"
he snorts, shaking his head. "nice try."
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you demand, half-offended, half-sickened by how unaffected he is.
"it means youâre wasted, and youâre not gonna trick me into saying something stupid," he says, leaning down to pull a blanket off the back of the couch. he drapes it over your legs, ignoring your protests.
"youâre boring," you declare, crossing your arms with a drunken frown.
"and youâre a fucking mess," he counters, his smirk softening into something almost fond. "but donât worry. iâve got you."
his words hit you in a way you didnât expectâsoft and steady, but somehow leaving a mark. it makes your chest tighten, your thighs hot, and your stomach flip.
you know heâs just being responsible matt, always the boring one, always the one making sure things donât spiral out of control. but the way his eyes linger on yours, the hint of warmth behind the teasing, makes you need him even more.
you grab his hand, holding onto it like itâs the only thing keeping you grounded. "matt," you say again, but this time itâs quieter, your voice dipping into something softer, almost vulnerable.
"what now?" he asks, half-laughing, though his hand doesnât pull away.
"just one little kiss, at least. please?" you say, your voice dropping into something softer, more pleading.
he laughs, shaking his head like youâre ridiculous. "not happening."
"you're the fucking worst," you whine, ripping your hand from his and sinking into the couch again.
"sleep it off kid," he says, his voice softer now. "youâll thank me later."
đŽđđđľđźđż'đ đťđźđđ˛: the way i literally was writing this without even seeing this anon! i was abt to publish it and then checked my inbox and i was like :o that's perfect. so i copy and pasted the draft here.
thank you for reading! <3
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The Siege at Weisshaupt is honestly one of the best missions of any Dragon Age game, let alone Veilguard.
The stakes are already high: kill an Archdemon and then kill Ghilan'nain.
Killing an Archdemon - the big bad at the end of Origins whose very presence means apocalypse and certain sacrifice - is just the first step to killing an even greater force.
Ghilan'nain - an Ancient Elven Goddess blighted beyond recognition, whose unchecked ambition unleashed great horrors upon the world - is the real threat to face or else the Darkspawn Army will be the least of Thedas' worries.
The leader of the Grey Wardens, the only mortal force who have thus far been able to protect Thedas from utter annihilation, categorically refuses to face reality. Rook only has a ragtag team of half a dozen guys from all over to face an entire Darkspawn army with.
It's exactly as terrifying and daunting as it sounds, and neither task is something anyone treats with any amount of levity. Everyone is confident in their abilities to perform their task and get Lucanis to the right place to finish this contract, but there's no playfulness or divine certainty about their success.
Rook, whose only game plan is "get in and win by any means necessary," is then immediately confronted with the reality of their situation as absolutely everything goes wrong.
The Eluvian isn't where they thought it would be, the Grey Wardens are overwhelmed by Ghilan'nain's forces, and just to add to the sheer horror - there's a young child running through this battlefield of Darkspawn in search of her father and she will not listen to your pleas for her to get to safety.
All of that happens in the first ten minutes of the mission, mind you. This isn't even including the fact that Ghilan'nain appears as a damn spectral cloud face - which Lucanis rightfully points out is who he has to kill and "how am I supposed to kill a damn cloud?!"
Rook runs through the fortress, makes it to the East Battlements and hears the sounding of a horn begging for reinforcements, only to realise that they're the only ones coming and everything is falling apart, but they have no choice but to keep going.
Retreats are called, everywhere Rook goes is the wrong way, the forces are overwhelming beyond measure, and this battle is no longer about killing but surviving, because they're cornered like prey by horrors beyond comprehension.
When all of a sudden, the world's bravest little girl rushes in like a hero and guides them through impossible odds to somewhere with some semblance of safety. She's the only reason they haven't succumbed to death already and despite the waves upon waves of Hurlocks, Spikers, and Ogres - she finds her father.
Thanks to Mila, there's a moment of reprieve. Rook gets a chance to breathe. The Veilguard regroups, replans their approach. Distract Ghilan'nain with the dagger, trap her Archdemon in a dragon trap, and kill it to render her mortal. With time to breathe comes time to doubt, to fear.
A Warden has to die to kill the Archdemon. Davrin knows this, and is ready to go. But is Rook? What if they can't do this? What if this is how they die? Can they even spare the time to think about it?
Regardless, they fight through to the dragon trap. The Archdemon approaches as Rook all but dangles the dagger within reach. She takes the bait and sends her Archdemon forth, it seems all too easy - like putting cheese out for the mice.
The Archdemon is trapped. Davrin says his goodbyes, but the First Warden surges forward insistently. He plans to end this according to tradition. He'll die with dignity, he's not asking for your permission to do what all wardens must. He steps forward. Sword in hand, ready to end the Blight.
Ghilan'nain will not be so easily beat. She will not play by the rules they're used to, and the First Warden does not get to die a hero. She seizes him in her grasp, sucks the life out of him to empower Razikale, and changes the game once more. Her Archdemon is unlike any seen in history, and there's no time to revel in it because it's do or die and Rook cannot afford to die yet.
Every blow brings it closer to death, and therefore Ghilan'nain herself as she becomes more and more desperate. One snakelike head becomes two, becomes three, with blight everywhere - the time is at hand.
Davrin is the only one left who can kill the Archdemon, his death is inevitable, and he's ready to go as he sinks his sword in for the final blow.
Except, if there's one thing this seige should have taught them all, it was this: the rules have changed. Davrin is still standing, and he doesn't have time to think about why, because Ghilan'nain is mortal and the time to strike is now.
Rook tosses the Lyrium Dagger to Lucanis. He surges up, wings of Spite propelling him up to kill a goddess like she's any other target, because it's all that he came here to do.
And then, he misses.
With everything at stake, and everything to lose... Lucanis Dellamorte misses.
They don't have time to try again. If they stay, everyone dies. And so, the Veilguard flees through the Eluvian and back into the Lighthouse. It was a victory, but at what cost?
Nothing is how it's supposed to be. Weisshaupt is fallen. The Wardens are scattered. Razikale is dead, Ghilan'nain is mortal. And yet...
It wasn't enough.
#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age#bioware#dragon age the veilguard spoilers#veilguard#da4#lucanis dragon age#davrin dragon age#Weisshaupt genuinely is amazing and I cannot express enough how much of a gem this mission is#it is beautifully devastating to have a win that categorically feels like a loss in the grand scheme of things#I have many critiques about Veilguard but Weisshaupt is not one of them
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YOU BACK :D!
Hopeless in love Ace and Deuce, but both are in love with MC. I can already imagine the disaster that would be.
wait isnât this what the game is about??
Hopeless!Adeuce is insufferable with their crushes- but the thing is Ace knows Deuce likes you (and vice versa) but neither of them are aware of their OWN feelings,, theyâre much too preoccupied with the icky sensation of seeing you with someone else, (100x worse if itâs not either of them) itâs excused that heâs feeling that way because he covets your friendship and doesnât want to lose you. But when they do realize their feelings thatâs when it gets real.
Hopeless!Deuce loves you loyally. He wants a life with you after he achieves his goals, and definitely thinks youâd suit a neat suburban life (maybe with a couple kids?). But heâs way too scared to admit it :( whatâs he supposed to do if you reject him? All the class time heâs spent thinking about you would be wasted!!
Hopeless!Deuce thinks Ace is a total sleaze. Sure they might be friends (maybe), but that doesnât mean he deserves to have you! Deuce would much rather protect your peace than lose to Ace, and itâs only a little awkward when Deuce shows up at your dorm even though Ace insists on hanging out alone. Deuce is only second to Grim when blocking your love life, and neither of them are very good at it <3
Hopeless!Ace doesnât even chance thinking of life after school. Whyâd he trash brain power on something that cheesey when heâs just looking for a little fun? He may want you to watch his games and give him good luck kisses, but itâs not like he LOVES you. Maybe just.. advanced liking.
Hopeless!Ace gets downright devious with how he sabotages Deuce, to the point that nothing is off the table anymore. From hiding important assignments to turning off his alarm- heâs evil about it, and so annoying. Thatâs what tips Deuce off that he has competition.
Hopeless!Adeuce canât do anything right without their favourite prefect, so show them how itâs done! Alternatively, you do have pick of the litter and some of the other freshmenâll cause less headache.. Please let them show you the âloveable scampâ is worth sticking around for!
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My Home
Story line:- Azriel is sitting next to Elain as you sit by the fireplace reading. Youâve been staying with Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand for the past two months in Velaris. Youâre a mortal but Rhysand says you have different abilities that no mortal should be able to have. For example, winnowing or teleporting. Azriel is in love with Elain Archeron even though Elain already has a mate.
Azriel x Reader
The crackling of the fireplace was the only sound that filled the sitting room. It shouldâve been comfortingâwarmth wrapping around me like a favorite blanketâbut tonight, it felt oppressive. Maybe it was because of him.
Azriel sat across from me, his form sharp and precise in the soft firelight, every inch of him exuding the kind of quiet power that left me breathless. As usual, his focus wasnât on me. He was next to herâElain Archeron. The golden one. The one with a mate.
I closed my book for the third time in as many minutes, unable to focus with the two of them so close. It wasnât that they were doing anything inappropriateâAzriel wouldnât, and ElainâŚwell, she didnât seem to notice his lingering looks. But I noticed. I always noticed.
I hated how it made me feel. A bitterness that lodged itself in my chest, turning my heart into something small and sharp. I wanted to tell myself it didnât matter, that Azriel could love Elain if he wanted. But it wasnât just love. It was something deeper. Something quieter.
And that made it worse.
I stole another glance, careful to keep my movements subtle. Elain was speaking to him, her voice soft and melodic. Whatever she said made Azriel smileânot a big, broad grin like Cassianâs, but a small, fleeting thing. I hated that I wanted to be the one to pull that smile from him.
âY/N.â
The sound of my name snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to find Azrielâs hazel eyes locked onto mine. My heart skipped, the intensity of his gaze startling me.
âYouâre frowning,â he said, his voice low.
I blinked, scrambling to compose myself. âIâm not.â
âYou are,â he insisted, tilting his head slightly. âSomething wrong?â
It wasnât fair. That look, that toneâlike he cared. Like I was more than just a mortal girl who happened to land in their world.
âNo,â I lied, forcing a smile. âJust tired.â
His gaze lingered, like he didnât quite believe me, but then Elain spoke again, drawing his attention back to her.
And just like that, I was invisible again.
I didnât stay in the room much longer. The fire was too warm, the tension too thick, and I needed air. Slipping outside, I welcomed the crisp night breeze that kissed my skin. Velaris was beautiful at night, the stars scattered across the sky like shards of silver.
It had been two months since I arrived here, and I still wasnât sure if I belonged. Rhysand had insisted I was special, though I wasnât sure what that meant. Mortals didnât winnow, didnât teleport from one place to another in the blink of an eye, but somehow I could. And no oneânot even the High Lord himselfâcould explain why.
I let out a sigh, rubbing my arms as I wandered the gardens. Maybe I shouldnât have come here. Maybe I shouldâve stayed in my world, where things were simple and I wasnât caught up inâŚthis.
The sound of footsteps startled me, and I turned to see Azriel standing a few feet away.
âCouldnât sleep?â he asked, his voice quiet but steady.
I shook my head, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened at the sight of him. âJust needed some air.â
He didnât move closer, but his presence alone was enough to fill the space between us. âYou left in a hurry earlier.â
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âI didnât want to interrupt.â
âInterrupt what?â
I glanced at him, biting my lip. âYou and Elain.â
Something shifted in his expressionâsubtle but there. His shadows swirled around him, their movements restless.
âElain and IâŚâ He trailed off, as if searching for the right words. âItâs not what you think.â
âReally?â I challenged, folding my arms. âBecause it looks pretty clear to me.â
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI thought I cared for her. That she could beââ He stopped himself, his jaw tightening. âIt doesnât matter.â
I stepped closer, my chest tightening. âIt does matter. You canât justâŚpretend it doesnât.â
Azrielâs gaze snapped to mine, sharp and intense. âWhy do you care?â
The question caught me off guard, and I opened my mouth to respond, only to realize I didnât have an answer I was ready to give.
âForget it,â I muttered, turning away. âGoodnight, Azriel.â
I didnât look back as I walked away, but I could feel his gaze burning into my back.
The tension between us only grew after that night. Azriel kept his distance, but there were momentsâfleeting glances, accidental touchesâthat left my heart racing. It was maddening, this dance we were trapped in.
It wasnât until Cassian suggested sparring that I found an outlet for my frustration. The training yard became my escape, a place where I could channel all the emotions swirling inside me.
âYouâre getting better,â Cassian said, blocking my latest strike with a grin. âBut you still telegraph your moves.â
I rolled my eyes, adjusting my stance. âMaybe youâre just predictable.â
Cassian laughed, lunging at me with renewed vigor. I barely managed to dodge his attack, stumbling as I tried to regain my footing.
âCareful,â he teased, winking. âWouldnât want Azriel to think I broke you.â
My cheeks flushed, and I glared at him. âShut up, Cassian.â
âMake me,â he challenged, his grin widening.
Before I could respond, a voice cut through the air like a blade.
âEnough.â
Cassian and I both turned to see Azriel standing at the edge of the yard, his expression unreadable but his tone leaving no room for argument.
Cassian raised his hands in mock surrender. âAll right, all right. Iâll leave you two alone.â He shot me a knowing look before sauntering off, and I resisted the urge to throw my sword at him.
Azriel approached slowly, his wings tucked tightly against his back. âAre you all right?â
âIâm fine,â I said, brushing the dirt off my clothes.
He didnât look convinced. âYou shouldnât push yourself so hard.â
âI can handle it,â I snapped, more sharply than I intended.
Azrielâs jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might argue. But then he took a step closer, his voice softening. âI know you can. But you donât have to prove anything to me.â
My breath caught, his words hitting me harder than they shouldâve.
âWhy do you care?â I asked, echoing his question from that night in the garden.
Azriel didnât answer right away. Instead, he stepped even closer, his hazel eyes locking onto mine.
âBecause I see you,â he said quietly. âEven when you think no one else does.â
My chest tightened, and I opened my mouth to respond, but he closed the distance between us before I could say anything. His hand cupped my cheek, his touch warm and grounding, and then his lips were on mine.
The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant, but it quickly deepened, years of longing and restraint breaking like a dam. His shadows swirled around us, cocooning us in a world that was just ours.
When we finally pulled apart, Azriel rested his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin.
âIâm sorry it took me so long,â he whispered. âI was afraid.â
I smiled, my hands tangling in the fabric of his shirt. âYou donât have to be afraid anymore.â
For the first time since arriving in Velaris, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Over the next few weeks, everything shifted. Azriel and I found a rhythm, a quiet understanding that didnât need words. He still had his shadows, his secrets, but he let me in, piece by piece.
ElainâŚshe seemed to understand, too. There was no bitterness, no resentmentâonly a quiet acceptance that made me respect her even more.
As for me, I finally started to feel like I belonged. Rhysandâs court wasnât just a place; it was a family, one I was proud to be part of.
And Azriel?
He was My Home.
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Chiseled Heart | Part 3
CW: A man being creepy at the gym
AO3 | Part 1
âShe gave me a gift card.â
KĂśnig stares at his boots, arms crossed and shoulders resting against the back of his therapistâs couch.
âIâm not seeing why this makes you so upset.â Rich shifts in his chair across the small room, putting his stylus on the screen of his tablet. âLast time we talked you told me you were worried about a woman you had helped at the gym since she had been hurt and now youâre mad that she gave you a gift card to say thank you for the help?â
Frustrated, KĂśnig turned to stare out the window. Sometimes squirrels would scamper down the powerline and give him an excuse to avoid trying to find words. He doubted he would find the words for this feeling in any of the languages he knew.
âI amâŚupset because,â he pauses, collecting his thoughts, âDanke was enough.â
âDo you feel like itâs fair to say you are upset because the exchange of money changed the interaction for you?â
âJa,â he nodded.
âOkay,â Rich glances at his watch. âCan I give you my thoughts on the matter? I know youâve been working at understanding others more.â
KĂśnig narrows his eyes but nods his consent. He had worked with Rich for enough years to trust his opinion.
âYou said she told you that she would bring a card the next day you saw each other but insisted after you walked her to her car, right?â
âJa.â
âOkay, did you consider that she felt like asking for help needed something in return? Walking a woman to her car is a layer of safety, a measure of security that to her must have been a weight off her shoulders. She doesnât know you well but wants the exchange to be equal. Could it be that she didnât want to burden you?â
KĂśnig turns the words over in his mind. You had been so apologetic even ask you asked for his help. The only time KĂśnig had ever feared for his life had been under the hands of his vater.
âHelp is no burden,â he argues, not quite willing to concede the point.
âI donât imagine that it is, you work hard to be kind. I am saying that from her perspective, help and kindness are not guaranteed. By virtue of being a woman, she is always at a disadvantage and will do what she can to keep herself safe.â
He grunted.
âSorry KĂśnig, this might be one of those times to use radical acceptance. You will never understand the fear of existing in a small body where every man is a threat.â Rich shrugged one shoulder.
A moment passes in silence before KĂśnig reveals the other reason the interaction bothered him so much.
âShe has started to appear in my art.â
That got a double eyebrow lift from Rich. It wasnât often that KĂśnig caught his therapist by surprise.
âYouâre art is how you process a lot of the trauma from serving right? How do you feel that your gym buddy is in your art?â
âConflicted.â
Rich said nothing, only noting something on his tablet.
The silence compelled him to speak more. Rich knew it and KĂśnig knew Rich knew it.
âCarving her feels different. Pulling memories from stone reminds me of the sting of pain.â
âHow does carving her feel?â
âFreeing.â
Rich studies KĂśnig. KĂśnig leans over and picks through the basket of fidgets that sat at the end of the couch.
âDo you want to go into that more or leave it for now?â
KĂśnig delayed answering until he pulled puddy between his hands.
âLeave it.â
âIâll make a note to check back on the topic next time we chat then. How is your art selling right now? Itâs still on display at the gallery right?â
They drift into more familiar and safe discussions.
There is only five minutes left. He has been watching the clock. There wouldnât be time to get deep into this.
âTell me to stop, to stop talking to her.â
Richâs brows lift with confusion, it is also in the lilting of his voice, âYou want me to tell you to stop making a human connection? The goal weâve been working toward for nearly seven months now?â
KĂśnig scowled as he shifted on the couch, arms folding across his chest. It sounded stupid when he put it that way.
âItâs okay to be scared KĂśnig. This is a big step.â
He doesnât reply, debating how to settle this struggle within himself.
âDid you already schedule your regular appointment with the front desk?â Rich asks, letting the topic drop.
One thing he excelled at carving had always been hands. The intricacies and the expressions that can be found in fingers had fascinated him. It was your hands he pulled from a small chunk of granite. Before he knew they were your hands he had carved a delicate ring on the left hand. The fingers on the left hand curled over the right ones, the piece ending below the right wrist. The pose reminded him of how you held pressure on your bleeding finger those weeks ago.
Frustrated he set it aside to continue on a massive piece. With a view into a building, as wide as he is tall, a house of worship is starting to come together. He carved out the rough shapes of the pillars and dug through the stone to what he had decided to be the back wall. Now came the time-consuming work of removing stone until he could begin to carve the bodies that lay scattered along the floor. This had been one of his worst nightmares. They had been too late.
Music drifted through the space from his built-in speakers. KĂśnig worked late into the afternoon until Feather, the gallerist, arrived to peruse his recently completed carvings to see which she would like to house and which would be listed on the website or hawked directly to wealthy buyers.
Feather looked like she ran an art gallery. Her bold colors, expensive suits, matching lipstick, and perfectly done hair always set KĂśnig on edge. Even in her heels, the top of her head reached his elbow. He remained seated as she let herself into his studio.
âAh! There is my favorite artist. Where are the new pieces for me?â She breezed past him as he stayed seated on his stool. Feather knew where the new pieces would be by now.
Ignoring her, KĂśnig focused on his carving. He could not work while anyone else existed in his studio but this process of removing stone to access the image didnât count.
After several minutes Feather appeared in his line of view.
âI want the whole lot, stellar as always my dear.â She spoke with a crispness to her words, as if her job required a level of uppityness.
âSame terms as always,â KĂśnig fiddles with the edge of his chisel. It needs to be sharpened soon.
âAgreed,â Feather crosses her arms. Her eyes drift over his current work in progress before she turns and points to the hands he had set aside.
âHow much for the hands?â
A chill wraps itself around his spine.
âNot for sale.â
A good business woman Feather narrows her eyes at him and throws out a number much higher than they usually agreed upon for smaller pieces. He lifts a brow before shaking his head.
She tried three more offers before sighing and folding her arms dramatically.
âKĂśnig I know all artists are finicky about their work but I have a patron who has been asking for something like this for a long time. He would pay through the nose if I sent him a photo. He would pay especially well since it is your work.â
âGoodbye Feather,â he pulled the remote from his pocket and increased the volume of the music.
He didnât create for money. KĂśnig carved images from stone because if he left them inside they would fester and canker his soul.
Feather got the message and fired off a text to him before leaving of when her team would be by to pick up all the pieces agreed upon and confirmed his payment would be sent via wire after they arrived at the gallery. He marked the messages as read and set all his tools in their home nearly an hour later. Eating a quick meal he readied himself for the gym, and more of you.
His time with KorTac gave him the ability to appear focused while his mind drifts. Sliding through his thoughts KĂśnig cannot quite decide how to feel about the interactions he has had with you. Bringing you up in therapy hadnât helped yet.
When the doors move and allow you entry KĂśnig is shocked at your smile as your eyes find his. He reciprocates the small wave you give him as you head into the changing room. Then curses himself for the niggle of brightness that your smile brought. Continuing his workout KĂśnig kept you in sight but did not approach. He had been stilted and stiff when you had pressed the gift card into his hands on Wednesday and didnât know how or if he wanted to try and bridge that gap.
A man approaches you four different times in the span of twenty minutes. When you finally snap at him, anger contorting your face, you point to KĂśnig. He watches as you stomp away from the man and approach him instead.
Any anger disappeared from your eyes by the time you reached him. You folded your arms tight to your chest and blinked rapidly as if to fight back tears. When you stopped you stood entirely too close for the acquaintances that you were.
âKĂśnig?â
âJa?â
âCan you bend down a moment for me?â
He does as requested, not pausing to think that he should not accept orders from you.
âThere is a man that is bothering me and I told him you were my boyfriend. Can you pretend until he leaves?â
KĂśnig can only blink at you before glaring at the man in question. The prick sneers a huff of breath in your direction.
âHow does one pretend to be a boyfriend?â He keeps his volume low.
âYou could put a hand on my waist or something? I just need him to leave me alone. The reason I like this gym is most of the guys only talk to me when they have a correction or to encourage me to hit a new PR. I donât want to leave but if he keeps bothering me I am gonna have to go home,â you tighten your folded arms to your chest, clearly upset.
Following the twitch of his muscles KĂśnig pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head as he lets his killer face stare out at the man who bothered you. The fucker tries to maintain a sneer, but when your arms slip around KĂśnigâs waist and the hateful glare pummeling him from across the gym becomes too much he man left in a tizzy.
When you pull back from the hug KĂśnig struggles to return his hands to his sides and not leave them trailing the top of your hip bones. His fingers ache both from the touch and the lack of contact.
You rub a palm under one eye, wiping away the wetness that collected there.
âThanks, sorry. I had a bad day at work and then the nonsense with a guy being a jerk I might actually call it a night.â You sniff lightly, giving him a watery smile.
âWe can work out together if you want?â
KĂśnig took whatever courage he had found a way to take the reigns and shake it until the bastard had to be dead in his skull.
You rub a thumb beneath your nose, face contemplative.
âThat would actually be okay, yeah.â
He blinks at you, unsure why you would say yes. And then unsure of how to make this work.
âI donât want to disrupt your routine,â you rush to fill the silence that had grown between you, âI can do whatever you are doing today, provided we fix the weights for me.â
Nodding KĂśnig replies, âCompany is welcome, but no offering to pay.â
You tongue at your teeth behind your lips.
KĂśnig gives a startled laugh. You had labeled the feeling he and his therapist were unable to articulate.
âOkay, you are uncomfortable with thank-you gifts. Got it.â
âJa, help is given, not bought.â
A beautiful blush stains your cheeks. The sight of your blushing smile sticks like a bur on a sock as he walks you to your car and waves to you as you disappear into the night. The change in color on your face haunts his dreams.
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Coming home for Christmas- Jude Bellingham
A/n: Happy holidays guys, I have one more Christmas story to come out in the next few days and then a surprise new mini series for new years so get ready Christmas is supposed to be a happy and joyful time of year but this year I just can't get myself in the Christmas spirit. My boyfriend Jude was supposed to spend Christmas with me and my family this year I left a week before Christmas to spend more time with my family and he was supposed to join us after his last league game but due to bad weather he hasn't been able to get a flight. He's been trying for days and last night he text me and said the last flight that would get here on time got cancelled and he wouldn't be able to make it. I had to hide my sadness in front of my siblings as they didn't need me to ruin Christmas for them but once they had gone to bed I did have a good cry with my mum.Â
Last year I spent Christmas with Jude's family so this year we were supposed to switch and he'd spend Christmas with my family for the first time. I was so excited to have him here and so were my parents and siblings as they love Jude. We had so many plans and Jude was going to join in with all the family Christmas traditions like the matching pyjamas which I have on while I cry looking at Jude's untouched pair on the dresser in my room. Jude did promise to FaceTime me for most of the day but it just won't be the same as having him here.Â
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I must've fallen asleep at some point last night as I got woken up by my youngest sister jumping on top of me yelling that Santa had been. She was trying to drag me out of bed and straight downstairs but I managed to convince her to wait just a minute which gave me just enough time to brush my teeth and grab a hoodie to keep me warm. It was only as I walked down the stairs I realised I had one of Jude's hoodies on which made me miss him all over again. Yet again I put on a smile as all my younger siblings were so excited and looking at all the gifts waiting for them under the tree.Â
The kids really wanted to open presents but my parents insisted we all have breakfast first which in recent years has become my job as everyone loves my pancake recipe. I got the hint and got up to start making the pancakes but before I could get very far the doorbell rang and because I was closest I offered to answer it. My parents didn't say anything which has me a bit confused as I thought they'd be more curious about who was at the door at 7am on Christmas Day but I didn't think much else of it.Â
I opened the door still holding the spoon I was about to use to mix the pancake batter but that quickly landed on the ground when I saw Jude stood in front of me. I couldn't believe it he wasn't supposed to be here but here he is stood right in front of me. After taking a second to process what just happened I jumped into his arms which luckily he was expecting and he caught me holding me tightly to his chest.Â
"What are you doing here I thought your flight was cancelled" I saidÂ
"I may have lied the flight was delayed for a while but I got in at 3am and slept in the airport for a bit before getting a taxi here to surprise you I thought it would be fun to see your face when I turned up which is why I didn't tell you" he saidÂ
"This is the best Christmas present ever I was so sad that you were going to miss everything but now you're here you can help me make pancakes as that's the first tradition we have" I said excitedlyÂ
"Let me bring my bags in then I'll help make your famous pancakes" he saidÂ
I helped him bring in his suitcases and he took one up to my room but he told me to leave the other one downstairs as it had presents in. He greeted all of my family on his way back down and  made sure to act over the top excited when the kids showed him all the gifts under the tree. Eventually he escaped and helped me make the pancakes and serve them as they came out the pan. As Jude canât take anything seriously for more than five minutes once I'd made both of us some pancakes he grabbed the whipped cream and put some on the pancakes but also my nose. He managed to take a picture before I could wipe the cream off and put it in his face instead. We had to clean up otherwise I'd get in trouble but we laughed the entire time which really made me happy as this is exactly what I wished today would be like.Â
After breakfast it was time to open presents so Jude went and got his second suitcase which was completely filled with presents which he'd clearly wrapped himself as they weren't very neat but it's the thought that counts. He'd got a couple presents for all my siblings and my parents then he piled the rest of them up in front of me. He has a tendency to go a bit overboard with presents but I didn't expect him to get so much for the rest of my family too as I told him that he didn't have to and I could put some of my presents from him too. The kids all opened their presents first which they were very happy with especially their gifts from Jude as he got them all things they really wanted so they were happy.Â
While they played with their new toys the rest of us took turns opening gifts. Jude really showed me up with the gifts he got my parents but I'm ok with it as it just shows me that I picked the best boyfriend who cares for my entire family not just me. I managed to redeem myself with my presents for Jude as I went all out I got him things I knew he'd like but also some more sentimental personal gifts which he seemed to really love. Jude can be hard to buy for as he already has everything and he makes a hell of a lot more than I do but I like getting him things that mean something. Jude like always got me things he knew I'd love and like always he was right although I think I'm going to need another suitcase to get it all back out Madrid.Â
Just when I thought he couldn't possibly have bought any more gifts for me he grabbed my hand and took me to my room upstairs where he handed me a small wrapped box. I took the wrapping paper off but hesitated for a second before opening the box because part of me wondered if it was an engagement ring and as much as I love Jude we said we would wait a bit longer to take that next step in our relationship. My heart rate felt like it tripled when I opened the box and saw a beautiful but delicate ring but Jude quickly managed to calm me down.Â
"Don't worry this isn't an engagement ring I know we agreed to wait for that but I wanted you to have something that showed how much I love you and shows my commitment to you until the day I give you a proper ring so I guess this a promise ring my promise to always be there by your side and to love you" he said nearly making me cryÂ
"Jude that's the sweetest thing you've ever said and this ring is beautiful" I saidÂ
"I hoped you'd like it and I get if you don't want to wear it on your ring finger we don't want to give people the wrong impression but I thought you could wear it on your right hand and it could be our little secret only we know the true meaning behind it" he saidÂ
"Thats a great idea" I said leaning in to kiss himÂ
"I do have them sometimes" he jokedÂ
I gave him another kiss before he put the ring on my finger and we headed back downstairs. It was a matter of seconds before Jude was stolen from me by my brothers to play football even though it's freezing outside. Before I knew it I'd been roped in too and I was forced to be in goal but it was kind of ok with me as it meant I could put on thicker gloves and pretend they are goalkeeping gloves. Jude taught the boys a lot of little tricks which they picked up quickly and soon they were able to get just as many goals past me as Jude. They had fun but eventually even they felt the cold and we all got to go back inside where my sister was waiting with her new dolls that Jude got her so he was made to play with her but he didn't seem to mind. One of the many reasons I love Jude is because he's so good with all my siblings and they all love him so much when I come home they always ask for Jude even when he's not with me.Â
Jude eventually got freed from doll playing duties and we got to relax for a little while before my mum started cooking the Christmas dinner and I agreed to help along with Jude who decided he didn't want to leave my side. I was a little nervous about him helping as he's not the best cook in fact he's the worst cook I know but with detailed instructions he did quite well dealing with the vegetables. As he watched the water bubbling his arms wrapped around my waist while I made the Yorkshire puddings which didn't help me at all but he's cute and I've missed him in our week apart so I let him. Once my part was done my mum made us go and enjoy ourselves which we didn't need to be told twice we finally got a few minutes to ourselves to relax and cuddle on the sofa.Â
Dinner was lovely my mum did a great job and Jude was proud of his contribution so I didn't bother telling him the carrots were slightly overdone. For the whole meal he had a hand on my thigh occasionally rubbing circles on it all while smiling at me like he'd just seen a puppy. His smile was so infectious that we were both smiling at each other throughout the entire meal and completely in our down world. This is exactly how I pictured Christmas with Jude being the little moments like playing with my siblings, cooking together and enjoying dinner together really just made my heart feel filled with love and the Christmas spirit.Â
After dinner we didn't have to help with cleaning up as we both helped cook so Jude carried me upstairs over his shoulders to my room. He insisted that we put on our matching pyjamas as he missed that part of my family tradition and then he made sure we took pictures together which he promised he would post but I know in a few hours one will be on his instagram story. Despite it only being 8pm we got ready for bed and got under the covers to cuddle as that's the only thing that felt right to end off the perfect day. Just when I thought things couldn't get any better Jude put on miracle on 34th street which I love to watch but he doesn't so I know he did it just for me.Â
"I'm so glad you could make it today has been the best day" I saidÂ
"Me too your whole family are so lovely your brothers are going to be great footballers, your sister has one hell of an imagination and your parents are just so kind to me" he saidÂ
"They all love you so much probably more than me but that's ok because I love seeing all of you get along" I saidÂ
"Well my family loves you more than me so I guess we're even" he jokedÂ
"I guess we are" I smiled kissing him before settling back down to finish watching the movie
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For Tomorrow's Sake âËđŤâ đđđđŁđ đđŁđđđŚđđđ đ¤đđđđ
various!jjk x f!reader
reverse harem, isekai, jujutsu kaisen x fem!reader, slowburn
You never believed reincarnation was possible, least of all in the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen. However, from the moment you meet Gojo Satoru, itâs impossible to deny. Whether itâs a miracle or some kind of curse, you find yourself growing up alongside the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Unfortunately, you know what the future holds in store. You know exactly what kind of tragedies await. Perhaps thatâs why you were brought into this world. If it means saving people from a gruesome fate, youâll gladly suffer in their place. Youâll do whatever it takes. All for the sake of a better tomorrow.
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Toji finds himself at a loss for words.  Â
Today, he made up his mind to pay a visit to the so-called 'strongest' sorcerer, Gojo Satoru. He wanted to witness the pinnacle of jujutsu for himself. To see, with his own eyes, what someone truly blessedâin all the ways he isnât âcan amount to.  Â
Toji was already surprised that Satoru took note of him. Never in his life has anyone else been able to do that. It seems it really is true. That a mere child possesses power beyond anyoneâs wildest dreams. However, right now, heâs surprised for a different reason entirely.  Â
And of course, that reason is you .  Â
Toji blinks. He canât help but wonder if he must be imagining things. It wouldnât make much sense otherwise. Thereâs no rational explanation for whatâs happening. Did some strange little girl seriously just walk up to him and ask for his help?  Â
âWhat,â Toji simply replies. Itâs not even really a question. Rather, heâs in disbelief. And youâre still standing in front of him, looking up at him with hope and admiration.  Â
To be honest, no one has ever looked at him that way. Â
âI want to become strong, just like you,â you repeat, and even now, your smile shows no signs of disappearing. âSince you donât have any cursed energy, by any chance, do you⌠fight using cursed tools? Because Iâd like to try learning how to use them as well. Iâve been looking for someone to help train me.â  Â
Satoru gapes at you. âUh, [Name]? What are you saying? You canât just ask some random weirdo to train you! We donât even know who he is!â  Â
âItâs not nice to call people weirdos, Satoru. Especially when you barely know them.â  Â
âEither way, heâs still a stranger! Why did you even walk up to him in the first place? Youâre seriously crazy!â  Â
Toji blinks yet again. Is this⌠some kind of joke? A comedy routine? Standing right in front of him is Gojo Satoru, hailed as the pride and joy of the jujutsu world. Even as young as he currently is, he can go head-to-head with the most formidable, elite sorcerersâand not only that, but heâd win .  Â
A few moments ago, Toji felt a chill in the air, and it wasnât due to the cold winter breeze. When Satoru turned towards him, with those eerie, piercing blue eyes of his, Toji immediately felt inferior. Even more so than he already did. Heâs not the type to get intimidated, and yet, there was no denying the sheer pressure behind that young boyâs gaze. Â
Except now, that pressure is gone.  Â
All Toji sees is two stupid, bickering kids.  Â
âWeâre leaving,â Satoru grits out. He glares pointedly up at Toji, still with his little arms wrapped around you, and the expression he makes is juvenile, or rather, childish . Because technically, he is a child.  Â
Toji just stands there with a frown. Heâs heard of Gojo Satoru, of course, but he has absolutely no idea who youâre supposed to be. A relative, perhaps? Or a friend? But you just said that youâre not strong. Thatâs why you want to get stronger. Would the Gojo Clan really permit their prized jewel to waste time frolicking with some talentless little brat?  Â
âI canât leave yet,â you insist. Satoru tries to pull you along, but you root your feet firmly into the ground, making it clear that youâre not going anywhere. Then you look back at Toji and smile once again. âWhat do you say, mister? Would you be willing to help train me? Iâm [Name], by the way. Whatâs your name?â  Â
âStop it!â Satoru fumes. âYou shouldnât go around telling strangers your name!â  Â
âBut you already said my name earlier, and he obviously heard it. Silly Satoru. Always getting worked up for no reason. Donât worry, I got this. Just watch and learn.â  Â
You grin confidently, and Toji canât help but marvel at your idiocy. Or perhaps itâs lunacy. Either way, it doesnât make much of a difference.  Â
âNo,â he replies, watching as your expression drops. âWhy should I train some brat I just met? You must have lived a very sheltered life until now, if you feel comfortable going around asking others for favors.â  Â
Satoru furiously grinds his teeth together. âHow dare you. You donât know anything about her. Rotten old fart. [Name]âs life has been anything but sheltered. If you donât shut up, Iâll kick your ass.â Â
âIâm nowhere near as old as you seem to think I am,â Toji scowls.  Â
Whatever. Heâs had enough foolishness for one day. He already did what he set out to do. He came here to steal a glimpse of Gojo Satoru, and all it did was sour his mood even more. Heâs better off walking away before he loses his temper.  Â
And so, he leaves. Or at least, he tries to.  Â
Youâve grabbed onto his arm and are refusing to let go.  Â
âPlease at least hear me out, mister,â you insist. Toji stares down at you in stark disbelief, and meanwhile, Satoru outright gasps. Honestly, he kind of looks like heâs about to pass out. Your never-ending antics really arenât good for his heart.  Â
Itâs absurd. Two little kids are basically playing tug-of-war at Tojiâs expense. Of course, he could push you back with ease, although something tells him the strongest jujutsu sorcerer wouldnât take too kindly to that. Which just makes it even more tempting, truthfully. Toji already resents the world of jujutsu as it is. Perhaps purposefully angering Gojo Satoru, even at the risk of his own life, might give him some relief.  Â
He could do it. He could pick a fight if he really wanted to. Also, thereâs no guarantee heâd lose. Maybe he should give it a try. If he were to somehow win against this spoiled brat whoâs been blessed with everything he could ever dream of⌠maybe finally, the Zenâin Clan would acknowledge him.  Â
The longer Toji stares into Satoruâs pale, blindingly blue eyes, the more he feels like testing his luck. The more he itches to bring the world of jujutsu sorcerers, and everything it stands for, crumbling into pieces.  Â
But he doesnât.  Â
Your next words resonate with him more than he could ever have imagined.  Â
âMy family hated me because I was so weak,â you say, keeping your little hands tightly wrapped around Tojiâs arm as you stare up at him, gaze solemn and determined. âThey told me I was worthless, and that I would never amount to anything. My dad beat me really badly one day because he was so embarrassed of me. Iâm sure it would have kept happening if Satoru hadnât offered to let me live with him instead. I might not have zero cursed energy, like you, but I barely have enough to qualify as a sorcerer, and everyone always looks down on me for it. I think itâs unfair how some people get judged and cast aside, before they get the chance to prove themselves. Even if you donât have any cursed energy, itâs obvious to me that youâre really strong. And it makes me feel like I could maybe be strong one day, too. I know it probably sounds like a hassle, but is there even a chance you might consider it? I couldâoh, I know! I could pay you. Would you do it then? If I paid you enough?â Â
Yet again, Toji finds himself at a loss for words.  Â
âUm⌠unfortunately, this is all I have on me right now.â You dig into your yukata and pull out a few wrapped candies, then gently place them into Tojiâs open palm. He blinks, incredulous, as you smile once more. âIâll pay you with real money, of course. Think of these candies as a promise, or like a down payment. I live with the Gojo Clan, and theyâve got a lot of money. If you agree to help train me, you might even become rich.â  Â
Satoruâs jaw couldnât possibly be hanging any lower. â[Name], what the hell? I just told you to leave this geezer alone, and now youâre saying youâre going to pay him?!â Â
âWell, I wouldnât be the one paying, technically. Your relatives would.â  Â
âAnd youâre just assuming theyâll go along with this?!â  Â
âMaybe. If you do a good job of convincing them.â  Â
You grin widely. Toji is quickly realizing that youâre a cheeky little brat, and apparently, even Gojo Satoru doesnât quite know how to handle you. Not that it stops him from trying, though. Satoru grits his teeth as he struggles to pull you back. He must be consciously avoiding using his cursed energy, so as not to hurt you even a little. But without it, heâs physically no stronger than an ordinary seven-year-old kid. It also doesnât help that youâve latched onto Toji with seemingly all the strength you can muster. Â
God. This situation is so ridiculous, itâs almost laughable.  Â
âIâm not going!â you insist, burying your face in the sleeves of Tojiâs kimono as he sighs irritably. âYou canât make me, Satoru! I need to hear how this nice mister responds first! And even if he says no again, Iâm going to stay here until I change his mind!â  Â
Toji knits his brows together. âArenât you jumping to conclusions by assuming Iâm nice?â Â
âOh. Maybe. But I like to try and stay optimistic,â you beam.  Â
 âItâs called being dumb , not optimistic,â Satoru grimaces. âWe seriously need to go , already! Youâre taking things too far!â  Â
He must have just mustered up the nerve to strengthen himself using cursed energy, because finally, he manages to pull you away from Toji. You stumble backwards, losing your balance in the process, but Satoru catches you in his arms and holds you tight, refusing to let you break free again.  Â
Strange. Toji always imagined that the strongest would be elevated above everyone else, detached from reality, seemingly in a world of their own. Like some kind of deity, so to speak. At least, based on the way that everyone seems to worship him.  Â
But heâs actually⌠surprisingly human. He has someone he cherishes deeply and strives to protect.  Â
Toji isnât quite sure whether that makes him feel better or worse.  Â
âYouâre awfully chatty, even for a kid,â Toji remarks. He stares down at the candies you just placed in his hand, but rather than handing them back to you or tossing them aside, he just shrugs and places them in his pocket. âYou asked what my name was, didnât you? Itâs Zenâin Toji. You and that boy both belong to the Gojo Clan, so you must understand what this means. Our clans despise each other. Even if I agreed to help you, do you really think they would allow such a thing?â  Â
Right. You remember that was briefly touched on in the series. It had something to do with the former clan heads having killed each other in the past. The Gojo Clan and the Zenâin Clan have some particularly bad blood between them. Â
Then again, the past is the past. Whatâs done is already done. Thereâs no point in worrying about something you canât change.  Â
You must constantly face forward, towards the future .  Â
Toji canât possibly understand it, and neither can Satoru, for that matter, but itâs okay. Youâve already decided that this will be your burden to bear. So, yeah. You could care less about a petty feud between clans. Itâs nowhere near enough to deter you or keep you from accomplishing what youâve set out to do.  Â
âYeah. Iâve heard about it. I know that the Gojo Clan and Zenâin Clan donât like each other,â you say. Â
Toji nods. âGood. So, that means you understand howââ  Â
âI donât really care, though.â  Â
â...what?â  Â
âI donât care,â you repeat, and Toji canât help the way his eyes widen. âHow is it my fault that something like that happened a long time ago? Itâs not like I was involved. Itâs not like any of the people still alive today were involved either. Honestly, most jujutsu sorcerers are stupid. They care about stupid things and look down on others just because they donât align with what they think is right. They can be upset if they want to be. Iâm not trying to become stronger because I want anyoneâs approval. Iâm doing it because itâs important to me. So that I can protect the people I care about and make a difference. Even if others still consider me to be weak, based on their first impression of me⌠itâs fine. Because Iâll know theyâre wrong. And thatâs enough.â  Â
It really is absurd. What are you, six, seven years old? Youâre just a kid. Youâre supposed to be naive and ignorant to the harsh reality of the world.  Â
Yet, ironically, you sound more mature and clear-minded than any of the shitty, elitist adults Toji has ever known.  Â
This time, he really canât help it.  Â
He laughs.  Â
âHaha⌠ha!â Toji throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, as the laughter rumbles up from deep inside his belly. Itâs honestly cathartic. He canât remember the last time he laughed this hard. In fact, he canât remember the last time he laughed at all .  Â
Satoru pulls you even further back and shudders. âUgh. This guy seriously gives me the creeps. [Name], Iâm telling you, heâs bad news.â  Â
âIf he wanted to hurt me, Iâm sure he would have already done it by now,â you shrug.  Â
âWhat kind of reasoning is thatâŚ?â  Â
âAh, thatâs funny,â Toji keeps on laughing. He pauses to wipe the small tears that have formed in his eyes, then grins. âI didnât know kids could be so entertaining. You seem much smarter than I initially gave you credit for. Youâre probably smarter than the entire Zenâin Clan. Those bastards canât even tell the difference between a head and an ass.â  Â
âNow heâs even comparing heads and asses,â Satoru whispers in your ear. âIâm starting to think he might be a pervert, too.â  Â
Toji slowly turns away. âDonât change your way of thinking. Itâd be a shame. Youâre right that jujutsu sorcerers are all a bunch of idiots. This whole world theyâve built up is a joke. Like you said, they refuse to acknowledge anything that doesnât align with their own beliefs. Theyâre all pathetic, narrow-minded scum.â  Â
Wow. Is Toji really venting to you right now? Meeting Satoru was one thing, but surely, you could never have been prepared for something like this .  Â
It makes you happy, though. If it brings him even a little bit of relief, youâll gladly listen to him complain, over and over again.  Â
âGoodbye, strange little girl,â Toji chuckles. â[Name], you said? Iâll remember it. This day turned out to be unexpectedly amusing.â  Â
âOh. Youâre leaving? But⌠you never answered my question,â you frown. âWill you help train me? Or at the very least, will you try to consider it?â  Â
Toji is already walking away, waving you off with the back of his hand, and Satoru will be damned if he lets you chase after him again.  Â
Still, all things considered, this encounter went a lot better than you thought it would. It was a long shot anyway. At least you tried.  Â
What you donât realize, however, is that Toji is still thinking of his meeting with you, even by the time he returns back to the Zenâin estate. He remembers your words from before, and as he passes by several clan members, somehow, their scornful looks donât bother him quite as much as they used to.  Â
Itâs a momentary reprieve, but heâs grateful for it.  Â
âAre you⌠Toji?â  Â
Toji turns his head. Heâs sitting out in the courtyard, and a child has just walked up to him. He seems to be having lots of encounters with children today, for whatever reason. Although this child isnât entirely unfamiliar to him. He recognizes him based on his appearance. After all, heâs the one rumored to take over as the leader of the clan one day. The youngest son of Zenâin Naobito. Naoya. Â
Toji doesnât bother responding. He just stares at him, with a sharp, unwavering gaze, and Naoya immediately freezes up. Â
Truth be told, Naoya came here to mock Toji. He planned on finally seeing for himself what the infamous man with no cursed energy was like. He wanted to get a glimpse of his sad, pitiful expression. To ridicule someone weaker than him. Â
Except Naoya canât seem to do that, because just by looking at Toji, he can tell. Â
This man is strong .  Â
Toji eventually turns away, still without uttering a single word, and Noaya watches as Toji pulls out the candies you handed him earlier. He stares at them, then chuckles. He isnât unwrapping them to eat them or anything. Itâs also strange that the coldness in his gaze has suddenly disappeared. His expression looks a bit more gentle now.  Â
Naoya swallows the lump in his throat and awkwardly approaches. âIs that candy? Do you⌠like sweets?â  Â
âHm? No, not really.â Â
âOh. Then whatâs the candy for?â  Â
Toji continues staring down at the palm of his hand. The silence feels unsettling to Naoya, especially because of the immense pressure Toji constantly exudes, but eventually, another chuckle can be heard.  Â
âThis isnât just candy,â Toji muses. âItâs⌠a down payment.âÂ
No matter how hard you try, there are bound to be some instances where things donât work out the way you want them to.  Â
Based on how Toji walked off without giving you a proper answer, naturally, you figure itâs a done deal. Itâs disappointing, of course, because you dared to imagine a world in which Toji doesnât go on to commit atrocities, but not everything can be changed. Not always.  Â
Youâre in for one hell of a surprise, though.  Â
â...heâs here,â Satoru mumbles one day, seemingly out of nowhere. You watch as his eyes widen, and he turns his head towards the entrance of the estate. âThat man we met a while ago. The one with no cursed energy. Heâs here .â  Â
âWhat?â  Â
You canât quite believe itâat least, not until you walk past all the buildings and see him with your own eyes.  Â
Once again, Toji stands in front of you. Â
âYay, Toji! You really came!â  Â
Without even thinking twice, you run up to him and attempt to wrap your little arms around his broad frame. Toji stands there, looking slightly taken aback, but he doesnât try to push you away, and that has to count for something, right?  Â
Satoru, however, looks like heâs about to throw a fit.  Â
â[Name]!â he fumes. âWhy are you hugging that creepy old guy? Itâs inappropriate! And besides, you should only be hugging me !â  Â
Despite Satoruâs protests, you continue to cling to Toji, because even if heâll never admit it, you know that he could really, really use a hug.  Â
Satoru mashes his teeth together in frustration, and he even shakes his small fist in the air. Which is probably intended to be a warning, but heâs ridiculously cute, so itâs not too effective, in your opinion. Â
Naturally, all of this commotion draws other people towards the source, and soon, you find yourself surrounded by several Gojo clan members.  Â
One of them gestures to you with a frown. â[Name]? Who is that man? Why did he just show up here all of a sudden?â  Â
âYou fool. Canât you tell just by looking at him?â another clan member mutters in distaste. âHe⌠has absolutely no cursed energy. And that scar across his lip. It must be him . The failure of the Zenâin Clan. Zenâin Toji.â  Â
The atmosphere shifts all too suddenly. Everyoneâs expressions are laden with disgust. Not only because of the general disdain sorcerers have towards those deemed as âweakâ, but also due to the fact that heâs a Zenâin. In the eyes of the Gojo Clan, thatâs the worst possible combination.  Â
Toji chuckles as he pats you on the head. âNot quite the welcoming I was hoping for. It seems not everyone is as friendly as you are, [Name].â  Â
Honestly, you canât even really focus on the tension right now, because Toji just patted you on the head.  Â
Hehe. Iâm happy.  Â
âState your business,â one of the clan members mutters. âYou should know better than to show up unannounced.â  Â
âWell, thatâs rude. Especially when Iâm here to do one of you a favor.â Everyone blinks, clearly in disbelief, as Toji peers down at you. âRight, [Name]? Didnât you ask me to help train you before?â  Â
âR-Really? Youâll⌠actually do it?â  Â
You marvel at the sudden declaration. Of course, the clan members are becoming more infuriated by the second, and Satoru doesnât look too happy about it either. He actually looks like heâs itching to kick Toji in the nuts.  Â
A clan member steps forward, teeth bared. âUnder no circumstances will a member of the Zenâin Clan have any part inââ  Â
âShut up,â Satoru glares. âLet [Name] speak. I want to hear what she has to say first.â  Â
He turns back towards you, and even though he clearly has his doubts about Toji, for your sake, he might be willing to give him a chance.  Â
âWell? Are you sure you really want this guy to train you? Does it have to be him?â Â
You look up at Toji. Admittedly, his character was far from innocent in the canon series. He chose to abandon his son and become an assassin. Nobody forced that life upon him. Ultimately, his demise was his own doing.  Â
But it probably wouldnât have happened if only heâd been accepted in the first place. If only he hadnât been treated like an outcast and made to resent the world he grew up in.  Â
Even though you might not succeed, youâre going to try and help him.  Â
âYes,â you nod emphatically, hugging Toji even tighter than before. âI donât want anyone else to teach me. It has to be him.â  Â
Satoru sighs. He wishes you didnât have to make things so difficult. Heâs never had a friend before, but ever since you stepped into his life, heâs been worrying about you practically nonstop. Youâre honestly quite the hassle.  Â
But then again, youâre worth it.  Â
âAnd are you going to train her properly?â Satoru asks, now addressing Toji with a stern gaze. âIâm telling you right now, but youâre not allowed to hurt her. Not even a little bit. Iâm going to be watching your training sessions to make sure you donât do anything stupid. If at any point sheâs in danger⌠Iâll seriously make sure you regret it.â  Â
Toji shrugs. âSure. It would be pretty pathetic if I didnât know how to hold back against a little kid.â  Â
Satoru stares at Toji for a while longer, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, but youâve spent enough time with him by now to be able to read his expressions, and you can tell that heâs just about to give in.  Â
Finally, he nods.  Â
âOkay, then. You can train [Name]. I give you permission.â  Â
Your eyes light up, and you even let out a squeal of delight as you excitedly jump in place, still clinging to Toji all the while. He obviously doesnât react with the same kind of enthusiasm, but as he looks down at your tiny little frame, he finds a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Even if youâre just a little kid, it feels nice to finally be acknowledged by someone. Â
It would be great if you could just wrap this up on a high note, but of course, things are never that easy.  Â
âMaster Satoru,â one of the clan members gapes. âWhat in the world are you saying? We refuse to condone this. The nerve of this talentless Zenâin trash to even step foot here, let alone insert himself into your lives⌠itâs ludicrous. We simply wonât hear of it.â  Â
You frown. âBut I promised to pay Toji in exchange for him training me. Why is it such a big deal? Clans should be helping each other out, not hating each other. It would be way more productive if everyone cooperated. Isnât our goal supposed to be getting rid of curses and keeping people safe?â   Â
âYou want to pay him? Absolutely not! How dare you even suggest such a thing!â  Â
âUh oh,â Toji chuckles, messily ruffling your hair. âIt looks like theyâre getting really angry now. I guess itâs a good thing I decided that I donât actually need to be paid.â  Â
You blink, incredulous. âYou⌠donât?â  Â
âNo. Itâs fine. If doing this pisses off your clan, as well as those in the Zenâin Clan⌠thatâs already more than enough for me.â Â
A prideful smirk sweeps across Tojiâs face. It looks like he wants to stick it to the man, so to speak. Heâd much rather get under the skin of those whoâve wronged him than have some extra cash to spend. Well, not that you care exactly what his motivations are. Heâs agreed to help you, and thatâs already more than enough.  Â
One of the clan members takes a deep, shuddering breath, and in the next moment, you can tell that their cursed energy has spiked.  Â
â Leave ,â they demand. âThis is your last chance. Otherwise, weâll have no choice but toââ  Â
âDidnât I already tell you to shut up?â  Â
Itâs Satoru, of course. Heâs staring at them with an irritable expression, and he even walks up to you and Toji and assumes a protective stance.  Â
â[Name] says she wants this guy to train her, so heâs going to train her,â Satoru mutters. âIâm not too happy about it either, but this is what sheâs decided, so Iâm going to support her. If any of you have a problem with that, we can just leave. Iâll take [Name] far, far away from here and never come back. Iâll leave the Gojo Clan forever. Is that what you want?â  Â
Neither of them respond, but you can tell that internally, theyâre panicking. Sure enough, if Satoru really wanted to, he could overpower everyone here and do as he pleases. Thereâs no way to force him into anything. All of his diligence towards his training up until now⌠heâs been doing it out of a sense of obligation, not because he doesnât have the strength to object. Heâs been going along with everyoneâs demands because heâs the strongest. Because the fate of the world hangs on his shoulders. Â
When it comes to you, however, he can be awfully selfish. And everyone in the Gojo Clan already knows that.  Â
â...fine.â  Â
Their faces are bitter, ashamed, and resentful, but nevertheless, they have no choice but to concede. The embarrassment of relying on a Zenâin Clan member is nothing compared to the risk of losing Gojo Satoru. Â
You smile yet again. So, itâs really happening. Youâre not sure how, but you actually managed to pull it off.  Â
From this moment onward, Toji is your mentor.  Â
âIâll do my best,â you beam, eyes brighter than ever. âIâll train my butt off, and I promise I wonât ever complain, no matter how hard it gets. Youâre going to be super impressed. Just wait and see!â  Â
Perhaps this is nothing more than the silly, idealistic ramblings of an ignorant child. Children like to say all kinds of things, after all. They make big, grandiose promises that they canât keep. And they constantly exaggerate, making their feats seem larger than life itself. Â
And yet, Toji feels inclined to believe you.  Â
âVery well,â he chuckles fondly. âIâll hold you to that, so show me. Show me⌠how youâre going to prove everyone wrong.â  Â
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Santa Claus has come early this year
âDid we have to wait until the last minute to leave for a trip to my parents' house?â, I asked Trevor from the back seat of his car. I was nervous about seeing my family again for the first time in four years. And if you add to that the fact that I'm going to introduce my boyfriend, it's even stronger. But it doesn't stop there, because, surprise surprise, I'm about to give birth to twins, and at home they don't know it.
âMy love, I haven't been able to take a vacation from work before. Remember, we need this job now that we are going to be four at homeâ, Trevor answered me with a smile, the one that made me fall in love with him years ago.
âSure, if you hadn't insisted on fucking me without a condom the night of our graduation I wouldn't be like this nowâŚand you know itâ, I replied as a new contraction twisted me in pain. They've been happening with increasing frequency for a couple of hours now, but they say it's normal to have contractions the last few weeks of pregnancy.
âI don't remember you putting up much resistance. In fact, you had been insisting for months to fuck without condom, that nothing would happenâ, again he was right.
The pain was returning, and it had only been a few seconds since the previous contraction. This didn't look good at all, for whatever reason, it seemed that my body was preparing to give birth immediately. I lifted up my shirt so I could touch my belly directly and somehow ease the pain. âNot now, my loves, wait a few days we have to get to Grandma and Grandpa's house and enjoy Christmas,â I whispered so quietly so Trevor wouldn't hear me and not alarm him.
âScott, I know that in addition to your nerves about coming home after all this time you've been having contractions for hours. I've seen you looking sore and holding your belly with your hands non-stop since we've left our home. Are you sure you don't want us to turn around and go to the hospital?â he said very sweetly. Trevor doesn't miss a thing, as usual for him. He has always been very observant, especially when it comes to me. I've tried to hide it as best I can, but it's clear that with him I'm not going to be able to fool him that easily.
âNo, I'm ok", I lied. "Let's keep going, we are no far from my parents house. The braxton hicks contractions are getting stronger than I thought they were going to be, but I'm ok, dearâ, I replied.
The night before Trevor and I fucked so intensely that I guess it has accelerated labor. It was our way of taking out our physical needs for a few days. At my parents' house it won't be easy to fuck having them in the next room, let alone when my mother sees that I'm about to give birth. As a doctor she is sure to recommend absolute rest, and no sex. I gently stroked the huge belly I've been sporting for months now. It will be impossible for her to let us do dirty things when she sees me this fat because of the pregnancy. I look like a beach ball.
I had always been a skinny boy, until I started playing rugby at the age of 16 and my physique changed. In a few months I grew 20 centimeters, put on weight and gained muscle. I went from being the ugly duckling in class to a swan. In my village, which was very small, hardly anyone knew I was gay, not even my own parents, but in high school a few did. Actually, it was hard to hide it when half my class met me in the locker room during my senior year for post-game. You know what I mean.
Still, I went to college without my parents knowing anything about my private life. It's hard to come out as gay when you have very traditional parents and fulfill the alpha male prototype who is good at sports and attracts a lot of girls. The comments about why I didn't have a girlfriend or when I was going to bring a girl home were constant. I couldn't stand it, so as soon as I had the chance I chose a college far away, on the other side of the country, to get out of that environment and live my life freely.
It was the first summer after college, when I went back for vacation, that I told my parents everything. At that time I had a boyfriend, who was not Trevor, who I would have liked to take with me on vacation to the village and have them meet my family and friends, but it was not possible. I wish to introduce them, perhaps, at Christmas, so I plucked up the courage and told them I was gay and had a boyfriend. The conversation was very tense, and while they didn't kick me out of their house, it was a horrible summer, full of tension. My relationship with my parents worsened, so much so that I haven't seen them in person for four years.
My little sister did understand, she has always loved me very much and she has been the reason why I have regained contact with mom and dad in the last year. She has made it possible for them to understand that I am different and that is not a bad thing, that I have not failed them as a son. So it was only a matter of time before we saw each other again, and what better than a Christmas meeting to reconnect with the family.
The pain is already becoming unbearable. âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH, FUCK,â I screamed. I was sweating. My whole body was already covered in sweat, my face looked like a tomato in red in reflection of the rear view mirror. So the inevitable happened, my water broke right there, in the back seat of Trevor's car, in the middle of a monumental traffic jam, just 10 kilometers from getting home. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. I was in labor, far from a hospital, with two children in an immense hurry to come into the world and with the only company of my boyfriend Trevor, the babies' father. And no, Trevor is not a doctor, he works in marketing, which I highly doubt is a career that prepares you to deliver a baby.
As expected, Trevor stopped the car dead in the middle of the road. Dense, slow-moving traffic honked at him. Drivers honked as Trevor put the warning signal on the car and got out of the driver's position to come around back to lend a hand. He didn't care about anything else, his only concern was me and our kids. In all the pain I am feeling and the anguish of having to give birth in a car and without an epidural, I know I can't be in better hands, in the hands of the man who loves and cares for me the most.
I have told my parents about Trevor. I have told them how much we love each other and that we have been together for three years. My sister has taken it upon herself to show them pictures of us traveling around the country, going for a morning run together or cooking at home. We are like those ideal couples in the movies. All our friends tell us that we're made for each other, and even my sister, who hasn't seen us in person all this time, says she's in love with our relationship.
I met Trevor after I broke up with Ian, my first boyfriend in college. I was heartbroken after my first major heartbreak. Ian was very important to me in building up my courage and opening up to my family, even if it didn't quite work out, but he played a key role in my life. That breakup left me devastated and I became more lonely. I stopped partying, I became very lonely. That's when Trevor came into my life to change everything.
Trevor is what we can call a nerd. A very studious and hardworking guy. A person who doesn't quite fit into the world, although when you see him you don't quite understand why, because there is no more handsome and kind man on earth. His glasses, his brown hair and his green eyes made me fall in love with him, not to mention his perfect smile, my weakness. He came as Superman to save me, in fact he looks a bit like a superhero.
We met studying in the library, and then we started to meet in all kinds of places: in the cafeteria, at the college, walking around the campus⌠We decided to leave the coincidences aside and start meeting seriously. And from there we went from 0 to everything in the blink of an eye. I felt sparks, an awesome chemistry from the first moment, and so did he. It's like dating my best friend. The person who best understands me and complements me, a man who cares about me and helps me, who wants the best of me and loves me deeply. He has managed to make me settle down. I didn't see myself having children, sharing a house or living as a couple yet. I felt that all those things were things that older people did much later in life, but at 25 years old I am living a dream that I don't want to wake up from.
What I didn't tell my parents about was the babies. Trevor, my sister and I thought it was best to surprise them at the time. Coming out to them again as an openly gay man and in a stable relationship was already complex, so to add the babies factor to them was to complicate matters even more. We agreed that coming home with a huge pregnant belly wasn't going to be much easier either, but we trusted that the Christmas spirit would do its job.
Perhaps that spirit has done its job too well, as Santa has gone ahead to bring the Christmas present, their first two grandchildren are about to arrive in the world.
âScott, lie down better like this and put your legs over my shouldersâ, between pains I obeyed Trevor. Thank goodness he has attended childbirth preparation classes. I do as he asks with difficulty, resting my left arm on my belly to accompany the movement. I'm panting from exhaustion, and I haven't pushed a baby out yet. Trevor examines me and utters the words I was most afraid to hear, âhe's here, I see his head, he's coming out. It's coming, babyâ.
He put one hand on my belly to help me, and with the other he held my free hand, to convey his strength to me. âTake advantage of the contractions, Scott, very good. Push, now!â he said softly, encouraging me. The pain, immense from the contractions, came to nothing with the sensation of seeing that my body could be split in two by a huge baby that was coming out from between my legs. If that wasn't enough, for some reason, my penis became erect and a feeling of excitement ran through my body as well. I had already been warned that when we men give birth these things happen, but I never thought that the most terrible and the most pleasurable sensation could be experienced at the same time.
It took me five minutes to give birth to Ron, our first son. He looked like his father. A beautiful baby boy that Trevor wrapped in one of the t-shirts he carried in his suitcase. After I breastfed him a little he put the baby in the front seat. âI'm sorry to cut this moment short, but his baby brother is coming. My love, it's time to do it all over again. You've done great so far. A few last pushes and it will all be over,â he encouraged me.
I was already exhausted, exhausted from all the effort I had made. I wanted to stop, to end it all, to stop pushing and go back to cuddling my son. But I knew I had no choice. I couldn't delay that moment any longer. Ever since that night Trevor got me pregnant I knew this moment would come, though I didn't know I would have to experience it twice.
Nine months ago we graduated. Trevor in Marketing and Advertising and me in Literature. After four years of college we were going out into the world. Our colleges were next door to each other, so our graduating classes already knew each other, so it was no surprise when the two classes got together and decided to celebrate at the same time. For Trevor and me it was the best plan in the world, to be able to experience such a special moment for both of us hand in hand.
After the party we went back to our apartment together and we celebrated together, as we were supposed to. Trevor is right, I had been wanting to make love to him without protection for a long time, despite the risk of getting pregnant. I'll never admit it to him, but there was something about the risk of getting pregnant that really turned me on. Something inside me was screaming for it to happen. I was turned on by the thought that my boyfriend could plant his seed inside me and it would grow in the form of a baby. Without much thought we did it. It was one of the best nights of my life. Trevor was especially tender and affectionate with me, and he had never fucked me like he did that night. An electric current ran through my body, I felt more alive than ever and it was all thanks to this man I want to share the rest of my life with.
We found out I was pregnant just two weeks later. We had both just started working, he at a prestigious marketing agency and I at an independent book publisher that is in the process of expanding across the country. The news caught us by surprise. Despite everything, it was clear to both of us that we wanted to move forward with the process and have our little ones. We moved to a bigger apartment with the help of Trevor's parents and in the past few months we have been preparing everything for the arrival of these two children.
It hasn't been easy going from being a twink to a strapping guy and now looking like a beached whale. The two boys have grown a huge amount, not surprising considering both Trevor and I are both big men. The anxiety of planning to reunite with my family hasn't helped either. Food has been a way to overcome this life anxiety. The last two months I put on a lot more weight than is normal for this type of twin pregnancy. My doctor has conveyed his concern about the weight gain, although Trevor, on the other hand, has assured me that my pregnant self is the sexiest he has ever seen me in his life.
Maybe it's true that I make Trevor really horny when I'm this huge. During these nine months we haven't stopped fucking. Fortunately, my boyfriend is not one of those men who are afraid of hurting babies while their partner is pregnant, which never happens. Last night, knowing that we will spend the next few days at my parents' house, so it will be more difficult to make love there, Trevor proposed to me to repeat step by step that encounter in the early morning that led me to be pregnant nine months ago. I couldn't tell if I enjoyed more the night I got pregnant or the night that ultimately hastened my delivery. I think I'll go with the latter. Pregnancy hormones multiplied by 100 all the feelings. It was like being transported to another reality, living something totally new.
If he had asked me to have more babies at that moment, I would have said yes without hesitation. Now that I'm in the middle of labor and the pain is excruciating, I'm not so sure I was going to say yes to another pregnancy. But I don't want to fool anyone, it will be very hard for me to say no to this man. He will decide if he wants us to be a large family.
Although it looked like the second child was coming quickly, he is dragging his feet. He doesn't seem to want to move forward, so the pain is being terrible. âTrevor, I can't take it anymore, I'm not going to be able to,â I tell him sobbing from the pain and anguish. He caresses my face and encourages me to keep going, but my strength is getting weaker and weaker. I see his face and I know he is thinking of some way to speed up the delivery.
Trevor kissed me on the mouth, and then took advantage of the fact that I still had an erect penis to give me a blowjob. I rolled my eyes as my hands roamed my belly. I cum like I never had before, and everything started up again. âI read that this could help speed it up even more,â he told me washing his mouth with another of his T-shirts. âReady to give birth a second time?â he asked, grabbing my hand again and placing the other on my belly, already smaller than before.
It took me five minutes to deliver Henry, our second child. Henry looked more like me. Trevor wrapped him in one more t-shirt, good thing this man packs a lot of clothes, and handed me both little ones to breastfeed. Already lying down and with both babies resting on my still swollen belly I breastfed them.
Trevor and I burst into tears looking at each other. We kissed. It was the happiest moment of my life. We had created life together, my boyfriend and me. Ron and Henry were the fruit of our love, two beautiful babies drinking from my breasts.
âThank you Trevor for giving me the greatest gift of my life,â I said before kissing the father of my children again. âAnytime you want to repeat... I want a big family together with you, my love,â he said before kissing me again. âLet's wait a little while for me to recover and the little ones to grow up a bit to give them more little brothers, but we are in this together, we are going to build a huge and precious family togetherâ, I told him. We stood hugging the four of us together, our first family moment together. The happiest moment of my life, even if it was in the back of a car, freezing cold outside and in the middle of a traffic jam. All the excitement of giving birth had made me forget about the nerves of being reunited with my family.
A new car horn brought us out of the dream we were living. Trevor sat up, sat in the driver's seat and started up again. âDo you want us to go ahead with the plan and go to your parents' house or would you rather go to the hospital to get looked at?â he asked me. âLet's go on, I'm feeling fine, and it's already Christmas Eve. I want to introduce my three boys to my parents. Besides, my mother is a doctor, if I need attention no one better than herâ, I added without even looking at him, I only had eyes for little Ron and Henry.
It took about twenty more minutes to get to my parents' house. By then the two little ones were asleep and I had spruced up my appearance a bit. Trevor helped me out of the car and we both picked up one of the little ones in our arms. âReady?â, Trevor asked me. I nodded, and grabbed his hand as the four of us headed home together. I was still walking sore and slowly, having just finished giving birth to two huge twins half an hour ago.
We rang the doorbell and my parents and my sister opened the door at the same time. My mother excitedly ran to hug us both and shower us with kisses. My father froze, but he looked thrilled to see us and greeted Trevor warmly, welcoming him to the family.
It was my sister who noticed the detail that Trevor and I were carrying with us in our arms. âWhen did this happen?â, she asked, breaking the dream my parents were living. When they noticed they both put their hands to their mouths in surprise and tears of emotion welled up in their eyes. âHalf an hour ago, I gave birth in the car. This is Ron and Henry. Dad, Mom, congratulations, you're grandparents.â They ran to grab the little ones.
My mother was so excited, she was a whirlwind of words. She immediately started making plans to buy baby clothes, she was going to give her a crib, lots of toys and clothes. She immediately embraced her role as grandmother. My father, who has always been more serious, left little Henry to my little sister, and hugged Trevor and me at the same time. âThank you for making me a grandfather. When you came out I thought I would never live this down. I had already made up my mind that I wouldn't have grandchildren from youâ, he was crying with emotion like I had never seen him before.
âThis is the best gift we could have this Christmas, my son. Santa Claus has come early to our homeâ, said mom and dad at the same time. My sister, who has always had great timing, capped off the moment with a joke. âWith that belly of yours, little brother, you definitely look like Santa Clausâ, she winked at me, and we all burst out laughing.
I took my hands to my rounded swollen belly that was still showing and that I had forgotten about a bit since I gave birth to Henry. This curve left no doubt that I had been pregnant, it even looked like I was about five months pregnant. When Trevor saw me bring my hands to my belly he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. He loves seeing me like this, and I'm starting to think I don't look so bad with this pregnant look. After all this is the price to pay for being as happy as I am right now. A price I'm happy to pay, and hopefully I'll have to pay it again soon.
I didn't believe in the Christmas spirit, but this year it has come into my family stronger than ever.
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I don't watch a whole lot of television, so maybe I'm missing some perspective, but I've never seen a TV show where the Main Character was a fat gay man (or person in general, I'm not crazy enough to think they'd ever try to pull this with a fat lesbian for instance) where neither his sexuality or fatness were 1. An overt problem in the narrative or 2. The butt of routine or mean-spirited jokes. What We Do In the Shadows was awesome in so many ways, but it was also awesome because I got to see a gay and fat person do all kinds of shit as a main character without being constantly questioned or degraded for being fat! I really, really love Guillermo. He's a vampire slayer! An action hero! He looks cool, cute and sexy all at once in his action scenes- I love watching him grow as a character and stand up for himself, I love his jokes, he's really such a great character! So this final season sucked, right. Like this final season was total shit ass, I'm sorry. I'm so disappointed. I feel so let down. There are a million reasons why it sucked, but right now I just feel sad because of how everything turns out for Guillermo and the queer and fat representation in the show. First of all, it really threw me for a loop when the show opened with crazy fat jokes about Colin Robinson. That obviously did not land for me at all and why would it land for wwdits viewers? We are following a show where we are emotionally invested in a fat MC and we don't have a *problem* with fatness- so why would I think it's funny that Colin Robinson "got fat"??? Make it make sense lmao.
And I don't know why the fuck Nandor and Guillermo's entire relationship was abandoned. Did every single writer jump ship and get replaced by someone who's never seen the show or??? Well, it feels like a punch in the gut for a few reasons:
This show is supposedly "queer". Every known vampire is queer and Guillermo is gay. But the only consistent relationship is Nadja and Lazslo, which isn't a problem obviously we love them, but would it kill the show for there to be...? More visibly queer relationships? It's a show that insists its gay over and over again in word but not action. I don't care if Nandor and Lazslo like to fuck each other silly offscreen, and Nadja is also supposedly queer in some way, off screen- everything is conveniently off screen. Nandor and Guillermo did not *need* to get together, but the lack of explicit acknowledgement is weird. It just is.
Also, it would just be nice! Like am I crazy? Is it too much to ask for? To see a fat MC be in love and in a relationship not in spite of their appearance but just bc the other person likes them? I feel like every show with gay couples as main characters is a romance based show that is mostly About them getting together. Wwdits is so much fun because it's about so many things! But why couldn't this be *one* of those things? Can you think of a single show in the world right now where a fat queer main character is in a relationship and their looks or their sexuality are not the key point of conversation about the relationship? I can't! This was the perfect opportunity! Nandor and Guillermo fell into a well established relationship trope that had nothing to do with appearance or sexuality, and people who like that trope were naturally drawn to it. Why did they just spit on the whole thing? It makes no fucking sense.
Any response like "well sometimes unrequited love is a good plot" "X needed to grow and Y relationship was bad" "It's better this way because of XYZ" "It would have been toxic" this is a silly tv show about murderous vampires. Guillermo is also a murderer. There is just no possible way that a relationship between Guillermo and Nandor would have ruined the show lmao. It would have been fun! Remember when TV comedies were about being fun! I sure do! Apparently asking for a fun gay relationship between the queer main characters of the "queer TV show" is just too much to ask- better luck next time! Honestly, I feel so bitter lol. Bitter and sad. A show this fun and a cast this good deserved a waaaaay better ending all around. This post isn't even touching all the other weird shit and quite a lot of objectively bad shit that was wrong with the season
Before anyone gets all weird about my use of the word fat if you're not familiar with that, I am fat and I think fat is a neutral word and am trying to normalize the usage of it instead of substituting it with shit like "plus size". Fat is not an insult in the context of my words lol
#wwdits#guillermo de la cruz#nandermo#nandor the relentless#nandor x guillermo#rant#fat positvity#fat positive
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