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gothic-thoughts · 1 year ago

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Music To My Ears

Gojo Satoru x Black GN Reader Smut

MDNI, Perv Coworker!Gojo, Bimbo!Reader

CW: all the dirty words(he's a whore), stupid and oblivious Reader, Gojo jerking 📴 to your voice, reader being fluent in Yapanese 😭, imma degrade y'all cuz u lack brain cells

Word Count: 1191 (give or take)

It was 11 pm, and you were on the phone with your coworker, Satoru. You've been talking for about an hour now, but after a while, you noticed soft huffing and heard soft panting. Since there's not much going on up there, all you thought to do was tilt your head to the side with confusion. You shrug it off and continue to yap, but the longer he listened, the more he groped and palmed his erection through the grey sweats he wore.

“Uh, Gojo?” Your first mistake was saying his name.

“Yeah? What’s up, girlie?”

“You good?"

"Say again?" He heard you perfectly fine, but you can't tell can you?

"I asked if you were good. You workin' out right now?"

“Hah, yeah.” He responds before muttering, “I'm workin' somethin', ngh."

“Huh? You keep mumbling, Toru.”

"Hehe, don't worry about it." More panting "Just...continue your story."

You shake your head, believing his panting really came from a workout regimen, knowing damn well the strongest sorcerer don't need one.

“So like I was saying...”

He chuckled and made a low growling noise as he reached into his sweatpants, feeling how damp his boxers were from how much precum soaked into them. He bit his lip, slowly pulling out the erection that you caused from that voice you blessed him with. Every inflection, filler word, and gasp when you remembered another part of your story drove him so wild.

“And then I was like, ‘Ohmygod, Shoko’s not working for once?’ So I ran up to her...”

He grunts, trying his best to keep his voice away from the whiney territory he knew it could rise to if he felt too good. To you, his breathing sounded a bit...off, as if it sounded heavy and...well, different than normal. But he was working out, of course, he’d sound like that.

“The only reason I hesitated was because I feel like she don’t like me...”

With every passing moment, his fist passed over his shaft while his left hand kept a firm hold around his base, keeping him from exploding too soon, and with how often you clicked your tongue or sucked your teeth, he could’ve at any moment.

“Do you think she likes me; ion think she likes me. Anyways, though...”

The grunting sound only grew in pitch as the groans started to sound more...animalistic, mouth forming a smirk. He whispers your name, guiding his hand up and down his cock a little faster, getting the palm sticky with precum.

“Toru...” The concern in your voice makes his hand stop, “You sure you okay?

He bites his lip as he moans softly, watching another drop of precum squeeze out his tip and slide down to his still fist. "Yeah... heh...”

“You huffin’ like a dog.”

“Oh sorry. I’m doing... I’m doin’ some push-ups right now so..."

"Ohhhh, aight."

"Keep talking, short stuff."

"You even listening, Gojo?"

"Of course I am, I can, ngh, multitask."

"Mmm..."

The little hum of yours made him bite his bottom lip so hard that it bled. "I mean it, girlie." He sighs, "Hanging on every word. You were talking about your shopping spree."

"Oh yeah! I got a bunch of clothes with Utahime today! And they are the fuckin’ cutest! Like, there’s one that was...”

He groaned quieter as he heard you continue on, pumping his hand up and down to the speed your excited voice spoke. His fist twists with each stroke, grinding his red, sensitive cockhead into his palm which makes him shiver. The sound of his breathing had become noticeably heavier and deeper. He didn't respond just yet, instead, he only let out low grunts and 'mhm's in response to what he heard you say. He started to lift his hips from his bed, fucking his fist while pretending it was him making you ride him.

“And I got new lip gloss. Like a lot of lip gloss; cuz you know me...”

He did, in fact, know you; meaning that you prolly got almost every color, scent, and flavor imaginable just to try out. That sentence was all it took for the strongest sorcerer's mind to switch from thoughts of how good you'd feel bouncing on his long dick to how soft and wet your mouth was. You talk so much so it's gotta be moisturized as hell, not like he wouldn't make you use so much spit it made the colors on your lips smear around his veined shaft.

He whined into the speaker as you rambled, but TRUST he was listening. His eyes were rolled back, his hand began pumping faster, massaging the swollen head of his cock while his free hand gripped the base. He wanted to smear that lip gloss, stick, whatever so bad; just the thought of leaving your plump lips and chin stained with white and whatever other color made his full balls tense.

"H-hey, short stuff? You think you can you count down from 10 for me?"

"Yeah, why?"

"For my workout, remember?"

"Ohhh, right." You let out another oblivious giggle, "I forgot about that."

"Y-yeah, I'm, uhm, planking... and I'm al-most....done. Count for me."

"Kaykay. Ten.... nine..."

His hand slows down, trying to time his orgasm with that sexy voice. Gojo groaned and grunted, letting it all out since your dopey ass wholeheartedly believed he was tired from overexertion.

"Eight... seven..."

"Yesss~" He whispered, "Suck it, baby girl, that's it. Show me those eyes."

His breath got shallow as he looked down at his thighs, imagining you were scratching at them while your glazed-over eyes blinked up at him.

"Six... five..."

"Yeah, not a fuckin' thought behind them, huh? F-uck, lemme give your mouth somethin' else to do."

Unable to help himself, he speeds up his hand, coating his entire dick in his own precum. His back arches from the bed as his hips thrust up, fucking his fist as you got close to one.

"Four.... three..."

"So fucking close, s'fuckin' close. I'm...gonna...cum. W-wanna cum in your mouth, baby please."

"Two... one."

"Ah, shiiit!!"

He let a resounding, drawn-out growl as pent-up cum spurts from his cock, shooting across his slim fingers. He continued driving his shaft through his fist, body shaking on his bed as his load continued to spill over his hand. He finally calms down, resting on his bed, and looking down at the cum all over his abs and lower stomach, clinging to his happy trail and pubes.

"Damn," Your voice snaps him out of it, "Did you hurt yourself, Toru? That sounded painful?"

"N-no, I'm okay just...." He gulps thickly, collecting himself, "J-just planked longer than I could handle, heh."

"Was that okay? Did I count too fast or...?"

"Haah, no. It was perfect, girlie, th-thanks."

"Oh... uhh..." You tilt that empty head of yours, "What was I saying...?"

"You were talkin' 'bout... gettin' some clothes from Utahime... I think?"

"Oh, yeah! Then I was talkin' bout lip gloss!"

"Yeah, yeah." His cock slowly starts to harden again, putting a tired, yet devious smirk on his face, "Tell me what colors you got."

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(a/n): eat up.

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porygonalbreasts · 10 days ago

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polyamorousmood · 1 year ago

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Hey there :)

So I have no problem with my bf dating other people, and recently hes started having sth with someone else. Good for them! Legit, no problem with that by itself

But.. now I'm being left on read a lot, like majority of the time it feels like, no matter the topic or time. I just feel.. forgotten, I think, or replaced idk. But it feels pretty bad.

I dont want them to think I'm jealous or mad, I just wish he would still show me the same attention/care as before. Ive talked about how left on read makes me very insecure, due to fake friends and person past experiences before so I dont want to bring it up again.. but it hurts. Idk what to do?

Bad news, babe. You're gonna have to say something again. The good news though is that you can productively procrastinate it, because there's some stuff I want you to do first.

But before I get into that, I let having a cool opening distract me from very important other things that need said: That sucks, and I'm really sorry, but you can make it through this.

Now then. Time to productively procrastinate a difficult conversation. Look, I'm procrastinating it more by making it a read more! (It, um, it is A Lot. I took "blogging platform" literally on this one😅)

It sucks. Believe me, it bothers me too when I can't hear from my partner📵📴 because they're with my meta. It has been A Problem I've had to work through, so I think I'm actually pretty qualified to give advice on this.

Some of what I have to say is going to smart (old-timey word for sting) a bit, so I want to make it clear that I understand where you're coming from, so you can trust the part that stings is necessary. I imagine its something like this:

You relationship with your boyfriend is great! So great, you're happy for him to have someone else to love! That's. That's so rare and incredible, its a love beyond what most will know. And then he takes that love and wads it up and throws it in the back seat to make room for this new schmuck. The love is still there, it's just... in the back seat. And you never thought that would happen, because the relationship is so good! And you already said something, so you worry you're being a nag, which you don't want, because you ARE happy for them, you're so happy for them... except when you're not because you can't be happy when he can't be bothered to text you back. Its not really so much to ask, and you EXPLAINED why its important to you, so why doesn't he seem to care? You communicated, you did your part, and it was hard and scary! Surely harder than texting you back would be! And you don't want to feel like this, but. There's this anxiety that... shouldn't he want to text you back? Isn't that how he would act if he really did still care about you just as much?

Any of that resonate? I don't know you, so maybe some of it was way off base🎯, I don't know. But I hope enough of it was close enough to right that you know I get it when I say:

This isn't just your boyfriend fucking it up. This is, in part, probably you asking something unreasonable. To give you the exact same level of time an energy as when it was just you too is a big ask. To be able to supercede his time with the other person any time you want is a big ask. If you're only okay with your boyfriend having someone else if it doesn't cut into your time at all, how okay with it are you actually?

So before you talk to him about it, you gotta step back. Its not that you're wrong for feeling sidelined. But a poly relationship just isn't going to be the exact same as a monogamous one. It it were, I wouldn't have bothered making a blog, and I wouldn't have needed to because I wouldn't have a trail of loving, wonderful, burnt to ashes monogamous relationships behind me. Let's take a deep breath together. Pause here if you need.

Now, there are some questions here that do affect what I think would be fair. For example, if you're living with your boyfriend, and he's taking you for granted, always texting the other person when he's with you, you don't have any special time with him anymore, and then when he goes out its radio silence. That's a very different situation from you being in a long distance relationship so texting is your main form of communication/bonding and now he's got a new person that lives near him so he's with them constantly and now, what are you, chopped liver? for example. I'm going to give a list of things you might be doing that's unfair, and I want you to take a minute and evaluate as honestly as you can where you fall on that. This is a self-reflection, not an accusation, so please resist any temptations to get defensive (if you even feel them). I recommend taking out a pad of paper and committing to an answer for each. Some you may not be doing at all! Some okay maybe a little. And some now that you think about it, yeah actually, you're doing a lot. That's okay. You not handling it perfectly is okay, and doesn't mean we can't ask the boyfriend for accommodations still.

Are you valuing 1:1 time with your boyfriend as much as you're valuing (negatively) the time he spends 1:1 (not texting you) with his partner? IE, are you more bothered by him not texting you than you are appreciative when he takes time for you?

Are you texting him compulsively out of anxiety instead of because you have something more important to discuss?

Are you accidentally infringing on his other partner's time?

Are you trying to infringe on his other partner's time to reassure yourself that you're important to him?

Are you texting him to "test" him?

When you communicated that you didn't like being left on read, did you properly convey how big of a problem it is for you and what your expectations were?

When you communicated, did you allow space for negotiation and to work on the problem, or was it more like a list of demands?

Are you misplacing your feelings somehow? Is there something else that's bothering you that you don't feel comfortable bringing up?

Are you letting your anxieties run you? Is there something you could be doing to address your feelings?

Are you forgetting to weigh other allocations or shows of love he's making or you?

Is there anything else internally you might be overlooking in regards to this?

Whew! Heavy stuff. But you made it!🎉 Now, we'll dig into how his actions are making you feel. That last set was about what you could be doing better, and this one will help determine he could be doing better. But just like we weren't making accusations about you, we aren't making accusations about him either. We are assuming good faith on your boyfriend's part. This is still ultimately about your feelings and what reasonable accommodations could be made for them.

Do you feel the time allocation for you vs his other partner is fair? Why?

Does he seem to text them back more than you?

Does it seem like he's not taking your concerns seriously enough?

Does this issue look like a larger pattern? If so, what? How will that look long-term?

Has he made specific promises he hasn't kept to you in regards to this? If so, what were they and how hasn't he lived up to them?

Do you feel he's made adequate time for you to discuss concerns, or do you feel like he tries to rush through them?

Do you think he gave you a reasonably clear expectation of what him dating someone else would look like (or did he make it seem "nothing will change")?

Has he not responded to something critical?

Is there anything else he's done in regards to this that doesn't sit right with you?

You did it! 🎉Now we can officially start working on problem-solving. I imagine that was a lot more than you bargained for, for such a simple problem as "I want a text back," but its important to get everything laid out. This helps in a lot of ways. It helps guard against striking on a "solution" that isn't actually sustainable. It makes sure you're starting a discussion in good faith. And hopefully, it will help minimize having to return to the issue.

For the sake of formatting, we're going to address the questions for you first, then the questions about him, then how to have the hard conversation, then workarounds that you may not have considered that aren't really your or his problem. I actually think that third group has some of the better "quick fixes", if you can find one that works.

Starting with the questions about what you could be doing better, in order, skip any that don't apply:

Re: valuing 1:1 time -- Make active efforts to appreciate the time you do have more. Use this time as a guard against negative thoughts when he is unable to respond ("We spent all day together yesterday, a few hours today without hearing from him is fine")

Re: texting compulsively -- Be more vigilant about self-soothing. I find self-talk to be most effective for me. I cannot possibly cover everything here, but it sounds like it stirs up fears you're losing your partner. Since you cannot guarantee that will never happen, I find it most helpful to reassure myself I will be okay even if I do lose them. Another option is to make a reassurance bank, where you can store and see evidence of his affection without asking it from him. Your mileage may vary. If you really struggle with this, there's always therapy.

Re: accidental infringing -- Be more mindful of what you send. Save things that are non-urgent to discuss later, when you have his attention anyway.

Re: deliberate infringing -- Stop it. It will only strain things and make the outcomes you don't want more likely. See self-soothing. Find something else to distract you that you can put energy into.

Re: "testing" him -- See above. I know, its easier said than done. Do the hard work. That shit can ruin your life.

Re: didn't adequately express importance -- Well, its a good thing we're about to talk about it anyway! Really think through how you can explain how badly it makes you feel. We'll get into that more when we discuss How To Have the Conversation

Re: list of demands -- Well, its a good thing we're going to talk about it anyway! This time, see it as a negotiation. Ask him if that's feasible, or if its too much. But open to trying alternate solutions.

Re: misplaced feelings -- Take the advice on How To Have a Conversation and apply it to the thing that's actually the problem.

Re: managing anxieties -- Again, you'll have to find a way to self-soothe somewhat. That's not to say your partner shouldn't meet you halfway, but you do have to do your half.

Re: forgetting other expressions of love -- Literally make a list of all the things he's done/is doing for you. As many as you can think of. Add to it often. Pick a couple and do a deep dive on why that mattered so much to you and how you felt. Tell him, too. You gotta be grateful consciously, bro. This applies to all of life

Re: anything else -- Take that into account. Work on that, too, however you can. Be honest with him about your shortcomings when you address it.

A lot of these will require upkeep on your part (kind of mirrors🪞how texting you back consistently requires upkeep on his, huh?). Be prepared to discuss the changing you're going to make and have an actionable plan for them. Okay, his turn, same as before:

Re: fair time allocation -- does he need to make more time for you? Do he need to make protected time that is only for you? You said you feel forgotten, replaced, so maybe this is part of it.

Re: unequal texting -- first, consider why. If he lives with you, he's probably going to have to text the other person in front of you sometimes. If you still think its too much, again, protected time for you may be appropriate, he may need to do a better job keeping his New Relationship Energy (NRE) in check. Be prepared to discuss this, possibly including him defending himself!

Re: not taking concerns seriously -- Well, its a good thing we're discussing this again! Make sure you have an actionable, measurable metric he can do to show you progress here. (IE ❌"I need you to care more" ❌ but ✅"When you're unable to respond, I need you to say that you're busy so I know you thought of my needs" ✅)

Re: bigger patterns -- You will have to tell him you're concerned about those too. If it could become untenable for you, this will probably be a recurring discussion. Consider scheduling check-ins where you say one thing you think is going well and one thing you're worried about, for example.

Re: unkept promises -- here, you are super justified in being mad. Try not to be anyway. Try to be curious and interested in addressing the root problem. Ask him what got in his way, what middle ground he's confident he can manage. It is you and him vs the problem, even here, not you vs him.

Re: inadequate room to discuss -- Set expectations before the talk, and remind him of them if he forgets. (IE "I know this isn't nice to hear, but I need you to let me say my piece and talk through solutions, even if it takes awhile." and "I said I needed to talk through the solution. This sounds nice, but I'm concerned about X. How can we make sure that doesn't happen?") Consider reserving specific time to discuss it, consider reserving recurring time to discuss any problem, if you need it.

Re: didn't set expectations appropriately -- ask. Ask what this would ideally look like to him. If he's having trouble getting started, point out some differences you've already noticed, and ask if he thinks those are the new norm.

Re: didn't respond to something critical -- Establish a way he can see what is critical and what isn't. This might be texting something that can wait, but calling for something important, for example.

Re: anything else -- address that too. Give him a chance to explain himself. etc.

Okay, you've done everything up to this point alone. You're prepped. Now How Do You Have The Conversation?

For this type of stuff, I recommend the WIBS format. That is, "When [something happens], I feel [feelings] Because [explanation] So could you please [change]". But of course, it can't be that simple either. Critically you CANNOT say "you" before the "so could you please". The example I'm about to give is going to use the texting issue specifically, but if you've done the soul searching and found there's a bigger problem you want to address (which ngl, sounds like there might be something bigger based on what you sent), adjust accordingly! This is good general advice for any tough conversation. Anyway, here's what that might look like on the texting thing:

"When I am left on read, I feel anxious and betrayed, because I've had a lot of friendships completely fall apart, and that's always how it started. So could you please make a point to text me something when you read my message, even if its just 'lol' or you saying you want to discuss it later."

But wait a minute! That doesn't include any of the bullshit I just made you do. What the hell am I trying to pull? Okay okay, so we have to modify this a bit. Our new format is going to be something more like this: "When [something happens], I feel [feelings and impact], because [explanation]. I have tried [things you've tried], and I am still struggling because [reason why that hasn't helped, including what you could do better]. So I was hoping to look at some more solutions, like, would you be willing to try [change]." Which might in practice look something like

"When I am left on read, I feel so anxious and betrayed I start spiraling thinking the relationship is doomed, because I've had a lot of friendships completely fall apart, and that's always how it started. I have tried dropping some hints and self soothing, and I'm still struggling because this is a really bad anxiety that I didn't have to deal with before recently and even with the hints I'm not getting the response rate I would like. So I wanted to talk about it and see if you'd be willing to try making a point to text me something when you read my message, even if its just 'lol' or you saying you want to discuss it later."

And then! The discussion continues. Maybe he says "oh my god, yeah, I didn't realize it was bothering you that much, absolutely I can do that" and maybe he says "I'm with you all the time how is this still a problem?" or maybe its "actually, [other partner] gets really anxious when I text, which is why I don't respond unless its important. I figured I could talk to you about dinner plans any time" and whatever the case is, you keep talking until you've set on clear goalposts and have reassurance they feel okay to all parties. So in order, your responses might be something like "are you sure you can manage that? I was really worried by my hints not being picked up on that that was the reason", "I know its a problem. That's why I'm talking to you about it. If that's not a good solution to you, let's come up with something else, because the way things are is really hard on me," and "okay. I don't want to make [other partner] anxious either, but this isn't working for me, can we find something else to try?"

Allow him to explain, be prepared to explain more yourself, and be willing to try a variety of solutions. Acknowledge

Is this my longest post yet? Maybe! Wild. Let's top it off with something easier: The Hack Solutions🧑‍💻. Sometimes, anxiety isn't logical, and goofy workarounds can be super helpful! Here are some off the top of my head, but feel free to get creative, too! Not all of these may be feasible, not all of them may help. But a lot less work than some other solutions so worth mentioning!

You said being "left on read" is what bothers you. Can you just... turn off read receipts? Or switch to a messaging app that doesn't have them? Can he just not read your texts until he has the time to respond?

A lot of phones have a driving mode, that will send an automated reply to texts. Can he turn that on when he's with his other partner so you get a reply like "hey I'm busy rn, but I'll text back later!" and would that help?

If you just want to feel more involved, maybe it would help if he just like, took a picture of his pizza to send to you. Reminds you you're thought of, doesn't require conversation.

Something that I've done with friends is write like, a dozen short affirmations/reassurances, and have them keep them in a special spot. When they need to feel loved, they can take one out to read. This has worked PHENOMENALLY for them, and still protects your partner's time away while allowing you to get love direct from your partner WHENEVER you want.

Can he just kick it with you both concurrently?

Can you have a friendship with your meta where you text THEM like "tell [bf] to text me back real quick" and then your bf doesn't feel bad about texting in front of the other partner because they're telling him to do it?

Classically condition yourself. Like, every time he leaves you on read, eat a chocolate. And then sometimes instead of it being "boyfriend won't text me :(((" it'll be "oooo! candy time!"

ai yai yai! That's all I have, though! Come back if you need help working through some specifics. I'm very happy to help however I can. Its not your fault you're struggling with this. Most polyam relationships have to deal with this to some extent, but with a little effort, you can make it through. Best of luck to you, friend. 💙💖🖤

#poly relationship advice #ask box is always open #long post #polyamory #jealousy

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bag-of-bones-and-hearts · 1 month ago

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🌕🍦📴👖🕺🎥

ghost fuckers and daydreaming a alternative.context Millie has a bit of trauma where when really overwhelmed she shuts down.this happens in truth seekers when she witness blitz and mox getting kidnapped,loona doesnt know how to help(she’s never seen millie fully shut down)so she just picks millie up puts on her human disguise and sniffs out the boys. meanwhile blitz and mox get high it cuts back to the girls and we see millie on loona’s shoulder red eyed and unfocused however gently petting loona’s fur calms her down.loona never gets an answer on what the heck happened but theirs a quiet understanding.OK WITH THAT CONTEXT IN THE GHOST FUCKERS EP(which happens sooner in the season)the premise is fairly the same however once blitz gets possessed so does millie,and while blitz gets emotionally tortured he hears millie crying and gets enough strength to break out of the chains(weve seen him physically go in front of his friends to protect them) as he’s running through halls looking for her(while the photos replay his feelings of loneliness and self-hatred) he gets frustrated and just breaks a wall down.there he finds millie crying and shutting down surrounded by the moment of the tornado.see in my daydream millie was pressured to be the best,mainly because her family worried about their short daughter.so she was tasked to be the toughest and look after her siblings.but one day a hellnado(tornado?)got dangerously close and while millie was helping her family get to safety she looked up to the storm and froze,she froze so badly in fact sallie may had to run and get her-then debris struck them(thats where sallie may gets the scar over her eye and millie a scar over her cheek)millie has never forgiven herself for freezing and it pushed her to try even harder(she has mixed feelings about her sis, she loves her but she hates how better sallie is but she also feels insanely guilty for her getting hurt)blitz has seen millie through a lot but seeing her pain on screen is awful.so blitz decides to just gently hug her and take deep slow breaths.it doesn’t fix everything but it help with her being able to listen.blitz then helps her up and the two fucking book it breaking through glass and walls and finally they snap back into their actually bodies(which has them laying dumbly in the floor leaking black goo)and they beat up Rolando and chill outside.there blitz’s feelings catch up on him and he spills his guts out to millie(they platonically hold hands and lean on each other like cannon)he talks about how awful he is, how worried he was about millie-how invasive it felt(which then millie says she knows how it feels alluding to the fact blitz stalking m&m and being invasive)which puts a new wave a guilt and he starts saying sorry.which then millie goes into a whole ramble about1)blitz you may suck a lot but you do care about people2)i forgive you for stalking it wasnt fine but i do know you have to change and 3)blitz your my friend i know you can be better because its already inside you.which gets blitz all sappy and he starts trying to make a dumb joke to change the vibe.meanwhile millie is obviously physically exhausted and blitz knowing she will refuse to talk about her trauma that he now witness just gently pats her back and gives her a “its going to be ok” and for once they both believe it the end

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megumi-fm · 1 year ago

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day 2/62 of The Tatami Galaxy Challenge🌂

🕖 act 1 🕜

🌙 woke up at around 6:30am 😌 💻 played around with some code parameters to understand what output I'm looking for 🥘 prepped and packed lunch for work 📬 got the internship status letter from my lab 💻 network cluster analysis // selected node-set 1/2 🧣 checked out the student lounge at my internship institute

🕜 act 2 🕞

📚 started reading Piranesi by Susanna Clarke on my commute back home and now I have so many questions (/pos) 💌 bumped into my best friend on the train! it was the most lovely coincidence ever <3 I wished her happy birthday and we talked for a while 👟 walked back home from the station (2.1km) 📬 got the report printed

🕞 act 3 🕤

💻 started alignment against template for node-set 1/2 📬 setup the internship presentation into the required handout form and got it printed 👟 walked ~1.7km 🧹 basic room and desk cleaning 📝 read through advanced strategies for solving arithmetic section [1/2]

🔄 before the loop ends 🔄

💧 8 glasses 📴 <1hr socmed, ~45min reading 🔋 commuting takes up so. much. energy. i was exhausted by the time i got to the station and to add to that I walked back home T-T the issue wasn't so much the distance but the hot summer sunshine and my heavy ass bag 💀... i have no idea how I got anything done after... 🌷 I didn't meet my GRE goals for the day :/ but I still managed to get a decent chunk of work done! there were some hiccups and frustration here and there but overall I'm satisfied <3 🌙 ~10pm bedtime today- quite earlier than usual. but yeah. productivity is also about knowing when to stop, so this is it for the day.

fin ⌛

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hippolotamus · 2 years ago

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Sunday Sentences 📴

Tagged by the super talented @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 my love @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela Thank you loves 🥰

I'm bouncing between a few things today. First, the Lutalia drabble/ficlet/who-knows-what I posted about yesterday

Natalia glances at Buck’s text, then types out a quick thanks before putting her phone on Do Not Disturb. She mentally chastises herself for forgetting to do so when she came back from lunch. It’s her general policy during work hours so nothing disturbs the energy when meeting with clients. She must have been in such a rush that she forgot. Fuck. Now she has to put Lucy, and whatever might have happened, out of her head before the Stover’s are due to arrive in the next ten minutes. Thankfully they’re finalizing details, and not creating a whole new plan, but that doesn’t lessen the importance. Overlooking a single detail can be the difference between a positive experience or a stressful one.

And (hopefully) wrapping up Secret Fic!

“I see.” David settles on her bed with his plate, making a circular gesture with his free hand. “So, you’ve got, like, a Holly GoLightly vibe going with her then.” “Who the fuck is Holly GoLightly?” Stevie sits next to him with her own plate, legs criss-crossed in front of her. David gives her a mock glare as he begins to talk around a mouthful of pepperoni. “Audrey Hepburn. Breakfast at Tiffany’s?” “Well, that’s going straight on the list,” he adds when she still shows no signs of recognition. She ignores his obvious disappointment in her cinematic knowledge. “Ted still hasn’t found anyone.” [Redacted] She needs Ted to come up with someone sooner rather than later. [Redacted] “Are you sure you want him to?”

no pressure tagging @exhuastedpigeon @thekristen999 @loserdiaz @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @underwater-ninja-13 @fortheloveofbuddie @callmenewbie @eowon @jesuisici33 @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @welcometololaland @apothecarose LOML @lizzie-bennetdarcy @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @elvensorceress @spagheddiediaz @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @your-catfish-friend @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @spaceprincessem @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @weewootruck @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @evaneds @maygrantgf @lemonzestywrites @buckbuckgoose and anyone else who wants to share 😘

#itching to get back to the buddie historical au #while also shoving down the urge to write more fellow travelers #sunday sentences #seven sentence sunday #lutalia #stevie budd #david rose #sc fic #lutalia fic #hippo writes

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redfluffz · 8 months ago

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I'm closing the ask box for now. 📴

Heyy Guyys 👋

I'm sorry guyys, but since sooo many questions have arrived at my box, I have to work through them first. I was working the last few weeks just on questions and wasn't giving my other projects the attention they need(ed).

I know I could just answer your questions with words and finish answering faster, but I really wanna answer your question with all I can come up with. Also ... please don't be mad or sad, when I answer your question just with text. Sometimes are words the better option.

I can't tell you when I'm opening the questions again, but I really feel pressured when I have open questions. I always feel the urge to answer them first, because someone is behind it and really awaits the answer.

Ahhh ... I hope you can understand 💖

#questions #questions closed #ask box #ask box closed #sorry 💖

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dib-thing-wannabe · 2 years ago

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Okay, since you guys want it, I'm giving it! I may not be making a separate blog for it, but I am taking asks for it! Oh, and the name of the au is:

Chemical Overdose! Captain Underpants Au

Things to know before sending asks:

✨The only ones who will be answering asks are: George, Harold, Mr. Krupp, Captain Underpants, and Melvin! Don't forget Captain Underpants sidekicks, Flaming Ink and Polar Painter! (Yes they are color coded to make things simpler, and Captain Underpants's text will always be bold) (Also Flaming Ink is the same as George, and Polar Painter is the same as Harold. Those are just their superhero personas.) ✨

❌No Nsfw asks! These are children for crying out loud!❌

💕If you want to make fanart of my au, please do so! Just give credit to the au and tag me in it so I can see it!💕

⏲️This takes place around a year after the movie, and in that time frame Mr. Krupp knows and now accepts the fact that he is Captain Underpants, they have all fought multiple monsters, and the relationships between them are closer! I will incorporate some things from the show into the au as well, but not everything, as not only are they not the same timeline, I also haven't watched the show yet.⏲️

🔊I will occasionally posts things that doesn't have any asks, which just simply means that when the event happened, you guys were just not able to reach them during that time! (During the night, talking with another character, ect.) It means that it was meant to happen and that it couldn't have been prevented by any of you!🔊

📴If I randomly turn off asks, that's because I have reached the post limit and didn't want to be bombarded with asks while not being able to answer them!📴

⭐Do not think that I would find it annoying if you are sending me constant asks, whether I'm online or offline, I actually enjoy knowing that you enjoy my au that much! So send as many as you'd like!⭐

🧪Main premise of the au currently: George and Harold have accidentally fallen into unknown chemicals, and it's seems to be taking some strange effects on their body's, including giving them new powers that they could only ever dream of. Though we still don't know why all of their comics come to life...🧪

Links to check out for some more deep-seated lore and some things you need to know about the characters! (They are all in top to bottom chronological order except for the first two links shown)

Characteristics of the mains for the CO! Au!

The looks of the main CO! Characters!

Only a wish, not yet reality...

Just a simple thing to ask...

A mishap in the night.

It's been told, or rather, shown.

New looks for new heros.

The realization.

The First Fight.

Another Gift.

A poem.

The Neverending Nightmare.

An official thank you.

A memory in their sleep 1/2.

A memory in their sleep 2/2.

This will have unexpected consequences...

The fine line has been burned.

Just so everyone knows, by the time this blog thingy first takes place, it's around two to three days before the event that really cements the fact that it's an au, so there will be mentions of events that happened during that time.

So, with that being said, start sending asks and have fun!

The asks are currently open for: George, Harold, and Melvin!!

(Incase someone wants to read my other little fanfics, here)

The Villain's Untold Moldings (Fandom: Pj Masks):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Evil and The Genius (Fandom: Jimmy Neutron):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

#chemical overdose! captain underpants au #CO! Captain Underpants Au #george beard #harold hutchins #melvin sneedly #CO! George #CO! Harold #CO! Mr Krupp #CO! Melvin #mr. krupp #tetocu #mr krupp #co! captain underpants #Flaming Ink #Polar Painter #Charred Ink

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seaofreverie · 19 days ago

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There were some major mistakes in the official lyrics of A Little Bit Of Light Banter (a LOT of stuff missing). So I fixed them. Read the *improved* version below!

Just ❗️ a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we say 💬 good night 😴 Just ❗️ a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we turn off 📴 the light 💡 Just ❗️ a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we say 💬 good night 😴 Just ❗️ a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we turn off 📴 the light 💡 Each day 📅 is a day 📅 of sorrow 💧 We each 👥️️ bemoan 😩 our plight ✊️ But ☝️ night 🌙 is a different 🤔 story 📚 And oh 😯, it feels ☺️ oh so right 👌 It’s a really, really ‼️ deep 🕳 connection 🔗 We do it 😳 every night 🌙 With a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we turn off 📴 the light 💡 The morning 🌅 does 😞 arrive🚶‍♂️ Then ⏰️ the heavy 🪨 subjects 📃 thrive 🌱 And from ⤴️ every mouth 👄 you see 👁 Well, no 🚫, not 🙅‍♂️ from you and me 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 But ☝️ from everybody 👥 else 🤷‍♂️ They’re discussing 💬 ways 🛣 to wealth 💰 Rising ⬆️ crime 🥷 and destiny 🔮 It is not 🙅‍♂️ for you or me 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 It’s a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we say 💬 good night 😴 Just ❗️ a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we turn off 📴 the light 💡 Just❗️a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 We’re so 😯 in 📥 harmony ⚖️ That speaking 💬 in 📥 light 💡 banter 🗣 It comes 🚶‍♂️ to us 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 easily 😉 We may 🤔 talk 💬 about art 🖼, music 🎶 Or movies 🎬 without 🚫 guns 🔫 Or knives �� or assorted weapons ⚔️ We’ll chat 💬 until ⏳️ we are done 👍 There’s comfort 🫂 in always ♾️ knowing 🤓 That we will never 🙅‍♀️ fight 🤼‍♂️ Just ❗️ keep 🤲 to the lighter 💡 issues 📰, And then you 🫵 turn off 📴 the light 💡 When 🕑 morning 🌅 does 😞 arrive🚶‍♂️ Then ⏰️ the heavy 🪨 subjects 📃 thrive 🌱 And from ⤴️ every mouth 👄 you see 👁 Well, no 🚫, not 🙅‍♂️ from you and me 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 But ☝️ from everybody 👥 else 🤷‍♂️ They’re discussing 💬 ways 🛣 to wealth 💰 Rising ⬆️ crime 🥷 and destiny 🔮 It is not 🙅‍♂️ for you or me 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 It’s a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we say 💬 good night 😴 Just ❗️ a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we turn off 📴 the light 💡 Just❗️a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 We’re so 😯 in 📥 harmony ⚖️ That speaking 💬 in 📥 light 💡 banter 🗣 It comes 🚶‍♂️ to us 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 easily 😉 The neighbors 🏘 are really 😤 nosy 🤥 What’s ⁉️ going on 😱 in 📥 there? 👀 It’s none 🚫 of their damn 🤬 business 💼 Our attitude 😌, laissez faire ✌️ There’s comfort 🫂 in always ♾️ knowing 🤓 That day ☀️ will turn ↪️ to night 🌙 And a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we turn off 📴 the light 💡 [boogie-woogie] 💃 Light 💡 light 💡 banter 🗣, Light 💡 light 💡 banter 🗣, Light 💡 light 💡 banter 🗣, Light 💡 light 💡 banter 🗣, Feels ☺️ right 👌, banter 🗣 Feels ☺️ right 👌, banter 🗣 Feels ☺️ right 👌, banter 🗣 Feels ☺️ right 👌 banter 🗣 Just ❗️ keep it 🤲 light 💡, yes ✅️, Just ❗️ keep it 🤲 light 💡, yes ✅️, Just ❗️ keep it 🤲 light 💡, yes ✅️, Just ❗️ keep it 🤲 light 💡 It’s a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we say 💬 good night 😴 Just ❗️ a little bit 🤏 of light 💡 banter 🗣 And then ⏰️ we turn off 📴 the light 💡

#this is how i'm coping with Not Knowing Anything regarding sparks activity currently. by making this kind of crap it seems #but anyway lmao. i'm actually not lying that there ARE some mistakes in the lyrics on bandcamp at least #most egregiously it says of the neighbors that they're 'all nosy' while i definitely hear 'really nosy'#and i mean i could also check the lyric video but i'm kind of staying away from everything sparks socials right now. i don't know #just better be safe than sorry and it's not that serious anyway. still though. that's nothing compared to the state of spotify lyrics #because why did they erase the obligatory french phrase on there and replace it with 'let's say fair'#the obligatory french phrase in a sparks song is a sacred thing you can't just erase it. and i was hoping we'd get at least one such phrase #on the mad! album. per tradition! so imagine my joy upon hearing all of those on several songs #this album really (over)delivers (/positive) and meets all my expectations on so many different fronts im so happy #anyway the mad! album review is in the works. sort of. maybe i'll even finish it one beautiful day #altough i'm no longer positive that i'll be able to do the majority of things that i wanted to get to before all the action starts for me #and with all the show writeups added to the pile soon this might be simply not manageable anymore and take a billion years to do. oops #this post had almost no tags when it first materialised itself a couple of days ago.#goosepost

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mjonthetrack · 26 days ago

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CHAPTER 55: No Turkey, Just Cold Cuts 📴💔🥩

It had been three weeks.

Twenty-one days.

Five hundred and four hours.

Since she blocked him in broad daylight like a felony charge, and Xavier? He’d been in hell ever since. A dark, lonely country-ass hell with no biscuits, no peach cobbler, and zero damn mercy.

The team had questions.

“Why he hit that tackle like it stole his girl?” “Why he runnin’ routes like he dodgin’ child support?” “Why he look like he’s bout to fight the ref?”

Because he was, in fact, moody as fuck.

He was growling at practice. He was throwing helmets. He was snapping at his teammates like their audibles came with attitude.

Coach had to pull him aside, “Son, you playin’ angry.”

Xavier: “Ain’t mad, Coach.” Coach: “Well you playin’ like a man who just lost his woman and his grandma’s cornbread recipe.”

He was bumping into people on purpose. Testosterone? Blasting through his veins like it had an aux cord and was blasting Boosie, Kevin Gates, and pain remixes back to back.

He scrolled her socials like he was studying game tape. Blocked. Blocked. Still blocked. Even that burner account with the random handle got iced out.

And the worst part?

She looked good. No. She looked dangerous.

Posted up in her stories with the lil Dior thong waistband peeking? Casual lil mirror pic with that “I know I’m fine and unbothered” expression? Streaming herself whoopin’ dudes in Red Dead Redemption while her gloss shimmered under LED lights?

This man was in the damn trenches.

Waking up hard with no access. Going to sleep pissed with no closure. Eating grilled chicken dry cause he couldn’t taste anything anymore—not even his mama's mac and cheese.

He tried to talk to Russ. That went left.

Russ: “You want me to tell my wife’s baby sister that the man she blocked in HD is out here acting like he needs a love letter? Boy if you don’t—”

He paced. Fumed. He swore she did it on purpose, showing up to that Knicks game in that just to block him while looking that damn good?

Janelle had him looking like a golden retriever locked out the house in the rain.

“She wanna deny me a kiss? I can eat that.”

“She wanna act unbothered? I’ll let it slide.”

“But she gonna walk ‘round with my damn scent on her skin and still ice me out?”

Big bet.

Because now? Xavier Legette wasn’t playing no more.

He was in that locker room, jaw tight, curls wild, knuckles taped.

One of the rookies asked him if he was good and he damn near barked—

“I’m fine. Tell whoever callin’ plays to let me off the leash.”

CHAPTER 56: Mamas & Block Lists 📱💅🏾💣

Xavier knew what time it was.

He done been iced out like leftovers three holidays deep, watched her post thirst traps like it was her full-time job, and had to sit with the sick realization that she wasn’t even mad—just done. Petty. Cruel. Deliciously evil. And fine as all hell.

But he wasn’t no amateur.

She might’ve blocked him on everything, but his mama? His mama was unblocked and unproblematic. So what did he do?

He called in the big guns.

“Ma, I need you to let me use your phone.”

“What you need my phone for, boy?”

“Just…lemme get it for five minutes.”

“You ain’t callin’ no hoes on my line is you?”

“…No ma’am. Just one.”

RING. RING. RING. RING.

And just when he thought she wouldn’t answer—

Click.

There she was.

Face glowy, silk press bouncy like she just got it wrapped last night, lips glossy like a Fenty ambassador. She had one AirPod in and a cup in her hand, lounging on her couch in a cropped tank and satin shorts. And that expression?

Straight disrespect.

“Hello? Who is—” Pause. Her eyes narrowed. She squinted like she saw a rat in her pantry and not this fine, 6’3” country gladiator with dimples and an attitude.

“Boy bye. Get off my phone.”

She rolled her eyes so hard they almost did a U-turn.

He had the audacity to smirk, still posted up shirtless, laid back on his mama’s couch like he was the most innocent man alive.

“Damn. So I gotta go through the family now? Blocking my number like I’m spam or somethin’? That’s how you do me, Nelle?”

She leaned into the camera, her accent wrapping around every syllable like a silk scarf, “You still talkin’? You not tired yet country?”

“Tired? Hell naw. I’m just gettin’ started. You over there blockin’ folks but you still wearin’ my jersey. That’s crazy.”

“Boy don’t make me block your mama too—”

“Block her if you want, you still gon’ see me in person.”

She sucked her teeth, about to hang up, but he leaned in with that low, rough voice:

“You don’t gotta unblock me, baby. I’ll just keep findin’ new ways to reach you… same way you keep findin’ new ways to stay on my mind.”

Click.

She hung up immediately but the damage was DONE.

Now she pacing around her condo like he ain’t just speak straight into her ovaries. Meanwhile Xavier?

He sat back, handed the phone back to his mama, grinning all cocky:

“Appreciate you, ma.”

“You get what you needed?”

“Oh yeah… I got her pressed. Real good.”

Chapter 57: “Location, Location… Obsession.”

Janelle didn’t even mean to be that fine stepping off that private plane. She had on this white linen two-piece set, crop top tied at the front, and shorts that rode up just enough to make a man miss a step. Her big curls were tucked under a Dior scarf, edges laid like fresh pavement. She had the nerve to be wearing her brother-in-law’s sunglasses and a pout that screamed don’t talk to me unless you fine or family.

And Xavier? That man was pacing back in Carolina like a rabid bloodhound with a grudge.

Three weeks and some change of silence. Three weeks of her posting neck-up selfies, soft life vibes, and playing Red Dead Redemption like she wasn’t the reason he was out here losing sleep and scrimmages.

But when Janelle posted a boomerang of her drink clinking with Ciara’s on her close friends story—a video with Bob Marley playing in the background and a caption that read, “blessed & highly moisturized 🇯🇲☀️🍹”—he caught something.

The goddamn geotag.

“Montego Bay, huh?” he muttered under his breath, zooming in on the reflection in her oversized sunglasses like a CSI agent.

That was all he needed.

Now Xavier had a cousin on the team plane who knew somebody in Montego Bay working security at a resort. He was pulling strings, favors, and God’s good grace like it was a playoff.

Meanwhile, Janelle was none the wiser. She was poolside in a green metallic bikini that looked like it was sewn onto her skin. Her belly ring glimmered. Her thighs gleamed. She was glowing like summer came early and stayed just for her. Ciara was recording her doing slow body rolls to the beat of “Toast” by Koffee while little Future ran past with floaties on.

Russ came over with his dad voice in full effect. “Aye. That bikini look regulation, or you tryna give my teammate a stroke?”

“Relax, Russ,” Janelle said through a lazy smirk. “Ain’t nobody worried about your little teammates.”

And just as she said it?

A shadow passed overhead.

A tall one.

She looked up.

Hat low. Dreads freshly retwisted. Shoulders broad. Tank top clinging to sweat and muscle like it was painted on.

Her jaw clicked into place. “You gotta be fuckin’ for real.”

Ciara turned, squinted behind her glasses, then damn near choked on her drink. “Wait… is that—?”

“XAVIER?” Russ barked. “How the hell you get here?”

Xavier just grinned, hand on his hip like a dad who finally tracked down his rebellious daughter at the mall. “Didn’t appreciate bein’ blocked, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with country thunder. “So I came to talk in person.”

Janelle sat up straight, her tongue pressed to the side of her cheek. “You must be bored as hell. You flew international just to get ignored in 4K?”

He didn’t even flinch. Just took one slow look at her—legs crossed, skin glowing, sipping passionfruit rum like sin in a cup—and said, “You think I forgot what you taste like?”

Her cup wobbled.

Ciara made a sound like she just got slapped.

Russ turned to walk away mumbling “I don’t get paid enough for this shit—”

And Janelle?

She blinked once, twice, swallowed, and said with a smirk, “You must be thirsty then, huh?”

He tilted his head. “Dyin’ of it, baby.”

And that was the problem. 'Cause this wasn’t no game anymore. This was war.

Chapter 58: “Get Me Outta Here, Sis.”

Janelle’s whole body went stiff like the Bluetooth in her brain disconnected for a second.

This man was not only in Jamaica—on vacation with her family—but had the nerve to smirk like he didn’t just cross international waters off one petty blocking.

She slid her shades down the bridge of her nose real slow, eyes burning holes into Xavier’s cocky-ass grin as he stood poolside like he was the guest of honor.

With one last blink, she turned her back to him, slapped her drink down on the pool ledge, and slid onto the daybed right next to Ciara like she was a regular degular vacation baddie and not mentally short-circuiting.

Leaning over real low, she whispered with deadly calm: “I let this man eat my cookie twice. He wouldn’t kiss me at his game I snuck into—in disguise—so I blocked his ass, and now he tracked me like a bloodhound with a scent… this muthafucka crazy, get me out of here.”

Ciara snorted into her margarita. Loud.

“Girl?!” she choked out, glancing toward her husband to make sure he didn’t hear.

“I’m so serious,” Janelle hissed. “I blocked him, iced him out like Elsa, and this fool flew international, talking bout ‘you think I forgot what you taste like’ like that’s not a FELONY.”

Ciara dabbed at her eyes, wheezing. “You done activated the country demon. You let a man built like a linebacker with a tongue like an Olympic swimmer go downtown twice and expected him to let you disappear?!”

“I wanted him to be mad,” Janelle muttered, adjusting her top dramatically. “I didn’t want him to be… federal.”

Meanwhile, Xavier?

He was still standing there like the ghost of sexcapades past, watching her every move while sipping a Red Stripe like it wasn’t 89 degrees and tension thicker than patty crust.

Russ came back with a towel and a fresh bottle of water for Ciara and immediately clocked the tension.

He looked at Xavier. Looked at Janelle. Then said under his breath, “This some Tyler Perry shit. I ain’t got time.”

“Thank you,” Janelle snapped, then turned to her sister, grabbing her arm. “Please. Hide me. Tell him I left. Throw a towel over me. Push me in the pool. Do something.”

But it was too late.

Xavier made a slow stroll to the pool bed, sunglasses glinting, tank sticking to his chest like sin. “Ladies,” he said, all drawl and low heat. “Mind if I borrow her for a sec?”

Ciara immediately lifted her glass. “I’m blind. I can’t see anything.”

Russ was already halfway to the cabana muttering, “I got kids here…”

Janelle glared up at him from behind her lashes, lips parted. “You got a lotta fuckin’ nerve, cowboy.”

“I got a lotta feelings, sweetheart,” he said, already reaching out his hand.

She stared at it.

Then stared at him.

Then, to everyone’s horror—and lowkey excitement—she took it.

And just like that? She was on her feet, snatched up like she’d just lost a bet, being pulled through this five-star resort like a damn scene from a slow burn enemies-to-lovers novel on crack.

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