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keerysquinn · 6 months

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ship: Jonathan Byers/Eddie Munson wc: 1.8k A/N: This one was suggested by my favorite @sherifftillman <3 I take the two freak boys and I squish. Hopefully they (and the minor background ship) live up to everyone's expectations!

“Hey Byers! Wait up!”

Jonathan stopped walking to his next class and turned to find Eddie Munson of all people racing towards him.

“I have a proposition for you,” he said once he’d caught up to Jonathan. “A job opportunity really.”

“What kind of job opportunity?” He was always looking to make a little more money around the holidays, and if the job wasn’t anything illegal, he’d seriously consider the extra work.

“So, as I’m sure you’re aware, I’m the frontman for a pretty spectacular band known as Corroded Coffin, and me and the guys were hoping to do a little something special for our fans this year. Granted, there are maybe five of them total, but still. They deserve a little something special as a token of appreciation for supporting us. Anyway, we wanted to send out a special Christmas card to our friends this year. Maybe include a flier about some upcoming shows in it? It’s still very much in the planning stages. All we know is that we want a really great photo of the whole band to go on the front of the card. That’s where you come in.”

“You want me to shoot your Christmas card?”

“Well, yeah. We don’t want an amateur with a disposable camera doing this. We want it to look good, and as far as I’m concerned, you’re the most talented photographer any of us knows. Maybe the most talented in all of Hawkins. I mean those photos you had in the school art show last year? Magazine worthy. Especially the one of that fort in the woods. It looked seriously haunted in the coolest way possible. Way better than anything anyone else submitted.”

Jonathan was touched. He knew most people only knew him as that freak with the camera, and he’d be lying if he hadn’t assumed that was why Eddie was asking when he first mentioned the card. But Eddie actually knew his work and appreciated it. He wasn’t asked just because he had a camera. He was asked because he had vision.

“How much does the job pay?” he asked.

“We’re not exactly rolling in it right now. Shocking, I know. But we talked about it and pulled our money. We can buy you a roll of film for the project so you don’t have to waste any of your own on us, and then we think we can reasonably afford to pay you for your time with twenty bucks and dinner at Benny’s afterwards. I know it’s not a lot, but it would mean a lot to us if you’d consider it. Plus, you can use the photos you take for any assignment or art show you might have coming up. And, come on.” Eddie gestured to himself. “If this handsome face is in your work, you’ll win all the top prizes for sure."

Eddie was right that it wasn’t a lot, but it was enough that it would make a difference in the quality of the gifts that Jonathan was able to get his mom and brother for Christmas. And if he didn’t have to use his own film, it was a net gain no matter what.

“So, say I agree to do this,” he started. “And I’m not agreeing just yet, but say that I do. What kinds of photos are you looking for?”

“Maybe something goofy and posed with all of us? Or artsy if you prefer. And then maybe a couple photos of us actually playing? We’ve got a Santa hat and some elf hats we were thinking of wearing since this is for a Christmas thing, but wearing them isn’t a deal breaker if you think the pictures would look better without them. Totally willing to defer to the real artistic genius here. I just want the pictures to look good, and you’re the only person I trust to make it happen.”

The idea of creative control was enticing enough to seal the deal for him.

“Alright. I’m in. When and where do you need me?”

“We haven’t settled on a specific day or time yet, but probably sometime this weekend. I’ll talk to the guys at lunch and let you know the plan before the end of the day though. I owe you my life for this. Seriously.”

With that, Eddie was racing off down the hall leaving Jonathan to try and come up with a way to make heavy metal Christmas cards into something appropriate for any of his photography class assignments.

That Saturday afternoon, Jonathan met up with the guys outside of the Hideout. The plan was to do posed photos outside and then go inside to take a few pictures of them playing. As long as they stayed focused on getting the shots they wanted, they'd be done in time for that promised dinner at Benny's.

He didn't think it would take too long, but then again, he didn't really know what working with Eddie would be like. The guy was all over him, and it was more than a little distraction. Eddie just had so many questions about his process, and he wanted to look through the camera and get an idea of what Jonathan was seeing. Or, if he wasn't asking questions, he was touching him. Adjusting a twisted camera strap, placing a hand on Jonathan's back as he leaned in the eye the proposed shot, poking at him to get his attention, grabbing at his arm to pull him over to any place he thought they could get a good photo. If Jonathan didn't know any better, he would've thought that Eddie was into him.

“Come on, Eddie,” he said as he tried to get him to pose properly for what he thought might be their last shot. “Quit it with whatever that brooding, tortured artist look is. You said you wanted something goofy, not sexy.”

“So you think I'm sexy?” Eddie asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Jonathan could feel his face burning.

“Just let me take the picture.”

He snapped a couple more photos in quick succession before putting the lens cap back on his camera.

“I think I got everything you guys wanted out here. Let's take a ten minute break, and then we can set up for the performance shots.”

Jonathan headed inside for a moment alone, but he'd barely sat down before Gareth was joining him at his table.

“You know we didn't need to hire you for this, right?” he started. “Jeff's parents own that hobby shop downtown, and his mom would have lent us a camera for free if we promised not to smash it. A fancy one with a timer so we wouldn't have even needed a photographer to get this done.”

“If that's the case, why am I here?”

“You haven't figured it out yet?”

“Figured out what?”

“You really have no idea. He's about as subtle as a heart attack, and you still don't know.”

“Can you please fill me in so I can make even a little bit of sense of what you're saying?”

“Eddie wanted you to do this so he'd have an excuse to spend time with you and get to know you a little better.”

“And he was willing to pay me twenty bucks for the opportunity?”

“Well, yeah. When he's that into someone, he loses all sense of logic and reason. Even more so than usual.”

Jonathan was stunned speechless. Eddie was into him? Suddenly all of his badgering made sense, and when he really stopped to think about it, the badgering wasn't unwelcome. If he wasn't in the middle of lining up a shot, he could see himself enjoying what was apparently Eddie's attempt at flirting.

“So, why doesn't he just ask me out? It would probably be cheaper than paying me to be your band's personal photographer.”

“He's afraid that you'd say no which I think is stupid because it's obvious how much he gets under your skin.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Dude. Your entire face looked like a tomato after you accidentally called him sexy. Pretty sure that was your subconscious telling you that you're into him, too.”

Jonathan didn't know what to say. Before he'd asked him to do this, he didn't realize Eddie even knew who he was, and now he was facing the very real possibility that he could maybe be into Eddie, too.

“Look," Gareth started. "You don't have to say anything to me or him or anybody. But, if you wanted, I could make something happen. All I ask is that you do a small favor for me.”

“Name it.”

“Put in a good word for me with Nancy?” he asked. “I find her beautiful and terrifying.”

“I'll see what I can do.”

Gareth stood up from his seat and smiled at Jonathan.

“It's been a pleasure doing business with you.”

Their break ended shortly after that, and Jonatham took a series of photos of them playing through two different songs so he could get a variety of different angles for each member of the band. Once he figured he'd gotten everything he needed, he motioned for the band to stop.

“I'm pretty sure I just used up the last of the film you guys brought, so we can call it here. I'll develop everything when I have access to the photo lab on Monday and get the prints to you as soon as possible.”

“We're done?” Eddie sounded more than a little disappointed and he crossed over to where Jonathan was loading his camera back into his bag.

“I think so. But I remember being promised dinner at Benny's as part of my payment, so we could head there now if you want.”

“Definitely. We just need to load up our stuff, and then we can all head out.”

“Actually, the guys and I have a thing,” Gareth said. “And we can't get out of it, so you guys are gonna have to go by yourselves.”

“What thing?” Jeff asked. “We don't have a-”

He was cut off from finishing his sentence by Gareth smacking his arm and pointedly looking back and forth between him and where Eddie was standing with Jonathan.

“Oh! Right!” Jeff said after the realization hit. “That thing. So sad we can't make it.”

“You crazy kids have fun without us!” Gareth said as he ushered the other two bandmates out of the bar.

“I'm going to kill him,” Eddie muttered under his breath, making Jonathan huff out a laugh.

“No, you're not.”

“Oh, but I am. I'm already drafting up posters advertising our need for a new drummer.”

“Go easy on him. He just did you a massive favor.”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest.

“How do you figure?”

“He just got you a date with the guy you've been shamelessly flirting with all day.”

Eddie's jaw dropped. He definitely wasn't expecting that response from him.

“I'm pretty sure the guys just left without loading their stuff into the van, so pick your jaw off the floor and let me help you get that taken care of. Then you can flirt with me some more.”

Eddie changed his mind. He wasn't killing Gareth. He was gonna owe him for the rest of his life for helping him earn a date with Jonathan Byers.

#ctcwc23 #joneddie #joneddie fic #jonathan byers #eddie munson #my writing

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headphonemouse · 8 months

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Vent

Everyone works on my birthday so we celebrated yesterday. But every year I want less and less to do with it.

It always makes me feel so fucking awful. Wretched. Childish and miserable. Ungrateful and undeserving and I just want everyone to stop talking about it.

But the thing is? It's not even bad. People get me gifts and congratulate me and my mom always makes pancakes in special shapes and there's cake and there's all those wonderful things that go along with birthday celebrations that people miss oh so much when they become adults or that people want oh so badly but never had and I am just some horrible piece of shit in the center of it all.

I don't like pancakes. I never have any suggestions or requests when it comes to food so my mom for some reason decided that pancakes were birthday food. She never makes pancakes on days that aren't birthdays. I dont eat breakfast. She's kept it up all these years without being asked. I can't say I appreciate the sentiment, but I can tell it is something that's supposed to be appreciated, and I'm not appreciating it enough, and I never appreciate anything enough, or show it enough, or do anything to pay anything back. I ate the pancakes. They didn't taste good.

Months ago I visited a certain place with my family and in the gift shop was a certain item I was immediately drawn to. The design was charming, the shape and size just about perfectly fit in my hands, the utility was something I had little use for, but my habits could shift so that I would use it more often. That is, if I had gotten the item. It was $30. My family said something like "why would you spend $30 on something you don't need." I would have used my own money anyways, but in the end I didn't buy it. For my birthday among the gifts was a similar item, stripped of all aesthetic appeal, purely for utility. I don't need it and I don't want it. At this point it just offends me, but it was purchased some months ago shortly after I'd abandoned the one I wanted, so we couldn't return it for the $10 or $15 it was on sale for. I dont need it, I don't want it, it was a total waste of $10 or $15, it will take up space in our cabinets and I want nothing to do with it. I almost wanted to rush out to that gift shop just to purchase the one that I actually wanted, but what would be the point of that? I would just be sinking more money into this stupid idea and tying this bitter memory to something I'd otherwise adore. And it would be way more expensive, too, for travel money and the admission ticket into the area. I could wait for until admission tickets are free or on sale, but by then why would I even care for it. Owning one item won't make me happy.

This sort of situation happened so often and with so many things that I have developed some sort of complex around receiving gifts. Anything I desire is stupid and I am stupid for desiring it, but I still need to be grateful for receiving it even after convincing myself that I don't actually want it. I have no room for it so it becomes a burden that I can't get rid of. And i don't use it or touch it. And it piles up. And it piles up. And it's my fault my room is messy when I can't get rid of anything but I keep having to accept things I don't want and looking at it upsets me and thinking about it upsets me and I don't want any of this.

On any other day I manage to be pretty normal about this. It's just that on the day that's supposed to be my celebration I tend to act more like a child, though it's hard to say I ever act like an adult. I'm really somewhat of a hopeless person

Celebrating my birthday online is extremely different, of course. I dont have to accept any physical gifts, no one can grab me when I don't want to be held, I don't have to eat anything I don't like, I don't have to spend any money. No one gets upset at me for not emoting to their satisfaction. It's really. I wish it could always be like this

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officiallyjewls · 1 year

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Let me introduce you guys to my V's!

I currently have four!

Of course, you guys have already met Wiktoria, my main V! She's Polish-Canadian, born in Quebec, and with a non-identical twin named Oliwia! Her twin, though, was luckier, since Wik was born with cystic fibrosis, a chronic illness that affects the lungs, stomach and liver. She has to take medication daily, but that didn't stop her from reaching for her dream of becoming a singer.

Thanks to her grandfather, she managed to get noticed by a local record company, Worldwide Label. So, she was accepted under the artist name of Wiktory (said Victory) and made pop and rock music! Well, that was until...

Anyway! She goes through a bunch of different looks, but the one you see under this is what she looks at the end of the game after the Don't Fear the Reaper ending.

Finally, below that is how she looked when she did a photo shoot with the brand-new Kusanagi CT-3X! (Don't worry, I have more than just one ;) )

From this point on, it may be way less detailed than my main girl, I'm sry...

Second, my Street Kid V, Vince, though his name is most definitely going to change sometime soon, along with his looks.

Night City, the place he was born, is full of death. He's known this ever since he took his first kill, the life of his mother, leaving it to just be him and his dad. Not only that, but he also has type 1 Diabetes. The condition got so bad that he lost his limbs and almost lost his sight. His dad, just a simple man running a department store, couldn't afford to buy his son the things he needed, so he asked a shark for some help, which brought him into debt.

Vince's eyes were saved thanks to the optics, but it was quickly found out that after a couple of months, they'd become glitchy, becoming worse when he'd look at direct sunlight and develop photophobia. Because of it, he wears sunglasses wherever he goes. Not only for the lights but also because he also doesn't like when people look at his eyes.

As he got older, he started to understand that his family was short on money, so he got into street fighting to help. Eventually, he gained enough respect on the streets to catch the attention of the shark, and, in return for his father's debt to be clean, worked for him as a mercenary, which Vince accepted.

Next is my Nomad lifepath gal, Vaasifa!

The Bakker clan was a clan that refused for their people to become reliant on technology and cybernetics, so the people there didn't have any unless they absolutely had to. However, some people in the camp seemed to become more reliant on changing this the more she grew up.

Vaasifa was born in Detroit, Michigan, as the youngest of two older brothers, so she'd be overlooked most of the time, leaving little V to be curious and wander about the camp. After a little accident involving a cactus when she was 5 years old, it was found out that she was in need of glasses, which were provided to her, however, this just started another uproar.

As she grew, she became more and more fascinated with the little technology that was in the camp. She wanted to know the how's, what's and the who's and soon got into car mechanics because of it, but watching someone pull out a tablet for a diagnostics check fascinated her even more. Her older brothers started picking up on this, and whenever they were allowed into the city, always brought her something back. For a birthday gift, they even got her her own little cyberdeck and a computer.

For years, she kept it hidden and did what she could, learning what she could with what she was able to. The yelling at night wouldn't stop though, and, one day, when she was 25, a huge fight happened in the camp. Fists, knives and guns of all sorts were heard from her corner of the camp until it eventually stopped early in the morning.

She came out to find her mother, father and oldest brother dead, along with many other members of her clan.

Vaasifa knew that she couldn't stay after that. She buried her family, said goodbye to her older brother, and left for a better life in the city.

Finally, last but not least...

Yes, that's literally their name at the moment.

V was born into a very high-class family in Japan. Their parents, both high-ranking members of Arasaka, gave them the best education money could buy, and held a very tight leash on their kids. They developed a brilliant mind and body, but personality, well, they were the ultimate douchebag. They knew they were richer than rich and made sure everyone knew about it.

When it came to picking a career path, V didn't have much of a choice but to pick the big moneymakers, so, doctor it was. They quickly found out that all the ethics and moral codes bored them, but the surgeries and operations fascinated them greatly. Soon enough, becoming a ripperdoc was on the table.

At 22, they were invited to attend Night City University, and for the next two years would start practicing their craft, illegally, of course, but for cheap. No one died on their chair, but some of their patients would definitely not come back again. In between patients, they would even practice on themselves, adding more and more upgrades to whatever part they could reach (and not die from).

At 24, the school found out about their illegal operations and kicked them out of school. When V tried to ask their parents for a ticket back home, they refused and left them to rot in Night City.

Homeless and without any eddies, they took residency in Watson, continuing to perform their non-licensed operations for a lower price. What they didn't know is that another ripperdoc was already in the area, Viktor Vector. Well, V found out about him rather quickly when Vik graced their presence in their dingy and dirty little clinic.

Upon seeing the pissed scared kid, Viktor took pity and offered to bring them under his tutelage, along with a roof and food. In return, all they had to do was work by Viktor's side as his assistant and get clean.

Well, that's all!

If you're someone that made it to the end, thank you! Please, ask a question about any of them if you'd like!

Most of these backstories need more detail and cleaning up, but this is mostly the basics that I wanted to write down cuz why not?

Again, thank you so much for reading!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk #corpo v #street kid #nomad v #v cyberpunk #cp77 screenshots #cp77 photomode #cp77 v #cp77 #street kid v

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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Hey brother; Maximoff twins x sister reader

*Author’s note*

Hello all here I am with yet another request. Now this one comes from a special tumblr user whose comments not only bring me joy when I see them, but also little personal inbox messages of good wishes and hellos fill my days with happiness. @topstory21 this fic is for you, thank you for your patience with this fic and I hope you enjoy it darling!

Warnings/basic synopsis: Nothing but pure fluff. I do NOT own the song, reader is around 12-13yrs old.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queensdivas

@austynparksandpizza

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd

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Today was a very special day. A day that we hadn’t been able to celebrate in—god knows how long. Today mark’s a very special day for two very special people in my life, yep it’s my big brother and sister’s 20th birthday.

In fact this is the first birthday they’ve been able to celebrate in a while. Well when you volunteer to be HYDRA’s experiments, they don’t exactly care how old you get nor want to celebrate a simple birthday. But it’s been a year now since my siblings and I joined the Avengers and they’ve decided to throw a party for my brother Pietro and my sister Wanda.

Now bear in mind we’re not talking about your typical Stark parties with thousands of people you don’t even know, loud music, flashing lights, etc. No this was just going to be an intimate party with just members of the team, some minor alcohol for the grown-ups and Capri-sun’s for me (what I happen to like that drink. Probably my favorite American drink in the whole world).

However I had run into a small—well not really small but not huge problem. Anyway my problem was that I had no idea what to get my brother and sister for their birthday and time was ticking. I couldn’t really afford anything expensive (like some new running shoes my brother was eyeing last week, or the scarlet red necklace my sister spotted when we went to our first American mall).

“Hey kid, you doin alright?” Clint’s voice spoke up. I turned to look at him and said.

“Yes, yes. Everything is fine Mr. Barton.”

“I appreciate your manners but you know you can call me Clint right, Mr. Barton makes me feel old.”

“Better not let Pietro hear you admit that.” I teased.

“Please don’t remind me.” He groaned softly before sitting down beside me. “But back to the subject, you seemed pretty deep in thought about something.”

“It’s nothing too difficult. Just—thinking about what to give Pietro and Wanda for their birthday tonight. Can’t really go out and buy anything now.”

“Well you know—birthdays aren’t just about the gifts or the loud music or the booze. Though I ask you kindly to not try any alcohol tonight.”

“I promise I won’t drink anything. God I take one sip of vodka by accident and everybody goes ‘what this is crazy!?’”

“Anyways, I’ve learned that homemade gifts are always the prize winner. Why do you think I keep my daughter Lila’s poems hidden in one of my drawers in a journal?”

“She does write beautiful poems.”

“Yeah she—wait so it’s been you sneaking around in my room?!”

“I get bored staying here all day while you all are on missions.”

“Oh you little—” just as he reached out for me I used my phasing powers which allowed his hands to go through me. He kept trying to grab me so he could tickle me or pull me close to give me a hard noogie, but each time he tried to touch me, his hands just went through me like sand through your fingers. “You know it’s unfair that your powers allow you to escape your well-deserved punishments.”

“I’d consider myself lucky. If most kids and teens could do what I can, they’d get away with anything.”

“And god helps parents like me if my kids ever learned that.”

“I’ll spare you the backache and not teach them.”

“Watch it kid I get enough old man jokes from your brother, I don’t need your sassy mouth either.”

“Okay Clint. Now what were you saying earlier about homemade gifts?”

“Oh right yeah. They’re usually better than any expensive jewelry, old fashioned guitar, or some rare collector’s item. Because they have more heart and love in them than anything else in the world.”

It was then I remembered long ago before we joined in with Hydra, I remembered having made Pietro and Wanda birthday cards from old newspaper clippings and magazines I’d find. Or play a song using whatever item or trash I could find to play as an instrument.

“I gotta go!” I quickly said racing out of the living room and into mine. I grabbed my guitar and quickly began with some random chords until I found the right tune to play before finally working on some song lyrics. And I worked and worked all day, not once coming out until it was party time.

As promised by Stark, only close members of the team showed up to the party, there was music playing on the speakers but nothing too loud that you couldn’t hear what the other person was saying. And of course my favorite Capri sun’s were all aligned at the kid’s bar all mine for the taking.

“Everything alright (Y/n)?” I looked up and there stood Vision.

“Yeah, yeah Vis everything is fine. Just standing here with my Capri sun’s, making sure no one else claims them, especially Thor.”

“I took a second counting of the presents and noticed that you hadn’t placed yours with the rest. If you’d like I’d be willing to share credit with mine. After all without your help I wouldn’t have found the gift Wanda would like.”

“It’s alright Vision. Besides my gift isn’t something I bought, I—sorta made it last minute for them.”

“Ahh yes. Homemade gifts, those are indeed more personal and I’m sure your brother and sister will like it.” I sipped my Capri sun and said after finishing it off.

“But if you do wish to give me credit, I’d be willing to take that credit as me being the Ring bearer for yours and Wanda’s wedding.” I stated which I swear would’ve made Vision’s face grow redder if he didn’t quickly abort himself from the conversation, claiming he wished to mingle with the others. I shook my head playfully and sucked up the last remaining bits of my Capri sun.

“Alright folks cake time and then presents!” Stark proclaimed as a very large cake was rolled out.

“Yes about time I was about to go crazy over not having my first American made cake!” Pietro exclaimed.

“Alright Speedy-Gonzales slow your roll.” Stark said. The candles were already lit up (they were those sparkler ones that you see on the 4th of July). We all gathered around and proceeded to sing happy birthday to them before they blew out the candles.

After cake (and trying to calm Pietro down from his sugar rush of having American cake for the first time), it was present time. First up was Natasha who gave my sister some new jackets and for Pietro she got him cologne that he had been eyeing last time we went to the mall.

Next Vision presented his gift to Wanda which was the necklace she had longed for. Her eyes widened as she took it in her hand and said.

“Vis.”

“I understand you’ve wanted this necklace for a long while and I umm….if you don’t like it or it’s too much I kept the receipt.”

“No Vision. I love it. Thank you.” Her hand gently came on top of his as the two stared at each other. A gaze filled with such love and longing that Pietro got in between them and said.

“Alright Mr. Synthezoid robot. You may be on our side but that doesn’t give you the right to flirt with my sister.”

“Oh and flirting with every female agent that comes by does?” questioned Wanda.

“Okay so who’s next?” asked Stark before things got ugly.

“I-I’ll go next.” I softly volunteered.

“Absolutely sestra, I would’ve thought you would go first! Took you long enough.” Teased Pietro to which Wanda pinched him at his side making him exclaim in slight pain.

“What do you have for us (Y/n)?” Wanda asked.

“Umm, I—just need a second to bring it down real quick. Excuse me.” I got up from my seat and ran to the other room to grab the guitar I had hidden away and came back. “Pietro, Wanda. I know that—life hasn’t been real easy for us, but—you both gave me all the love and care I could ask for. I know I don’t remember much about mom and dad, but I’m happy that I got to at least keep you both in my life. As a token for that, I—wrote you both a song, I—hope you like it.”

I began strumming a few chords before diving right into the opening part of the song. My fingers getting the right chords until I opened my mouth and began to sing. Now bear in mind that I’m not the best singer but my voice isn’t like two cats in heat, it’s kinda neutral (especially singing a full song in English like this. I’ve usually sung Russian or Sokovian songs better).

*Me*

Hey brother There's an endless road to rediscover Hey sister Know that water's sweet but blood is thicker

Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

Hey brother Do you still believe in one another? Hey sister Do you still believe in love?

I wonder

Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

What if I'm far from home? Oh brother, I will hear you call What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

After playing a few more chords until finally ending it with a beautiful strum, everyone soon applauded. Pietro and Wanda both stared at me with tears in their eyes before Wanda opened her arms out and I immediately sat onto her lap.

“Best birthday gift, ever. Thank you (Y/n).”

“You both really liked it?”

“Liked it? That is the understatement of the century. Little sister we loved it!” Pietro exclaimed as he pulled me into his lap squeezing me tight.

“It was beautifully done, our little songbird.” Wanda said as she stroked my cheek. “Thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I worked really hard on it.”

“It certainly paid off. Thank you little sister.” Pietro said as he kissed my other cheek.

“You’re welcome, both of you.”

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skda-c · 5 months

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I want to belong

I want to belong somewhere, but most importantly, I want to belong someplace in which other people could only wish to belong, where they would want to be in my place.

I want to go to the poshest, snobbiest casino in the city with him, I have a nice dress on, not super flashy, but it's nice, it's expensive, it's one of those things that look normal but upon closer inspection, you can tell it's not. He would ask me if I want to play and maybe I would ask for some money to use in the machines, whatever he sees fit, I just want something to do while he plays. I would lose it all, of course, because I don't really know how to play, but that's ok, who cares? He has a lot of money already, what I lost is just loose change to him.

Then I would go find him, I don't like to play but I like casinos, I like the rugs, the machines, and that they have no windows because I dislike the sunlight. But I like watching him play and think of myself as a good-luck charm when he wins. Eventually I just want to walk around a bit, I like walking, specially in close places like a casino, I feel like I can do that because there, I feel like I belong, with my nice dress and my rich companion, I belong in lot of places and that it's just one of them. Then, I get tired, so I go get a drink at the bar, I choose whatever I want because I know that when I'm with him I don't need to look at the price, I just get what I want and pay with the extention.

I join him again, we won't be there much longer but he likes it there too, I don't know why, maybe for a reason similar to mine, or maybe because he actually feels like he belongs: He belongs simply because he can afford it. I like to think that's why I belong too, but no, it's because I'm with him.

And that's ok, because once we leave, we spend the night at his apartment, an apartment on one of the most expensive parts of the city, on one of the last floors of the building. And I love looking at the view, I do for as long as I can, but I have to spend time with him, I don't mind but I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish I could just look at the view for far more time.

The following day, however, I leave, whatever he does after is none of my business as long as I have my allowence.

I like going out alone, I can go at my own pace and do everything I want to do. I go to our favorite shopping mall, I loved to come here with you. Now that I think about it, I never felt like I had to slow down or hurry up to keep my pace with you, that's how in sync I felt with you. Makes me wonder about how I could be so wrong about someone, if I felt like that.

I have lunch, I buy some stuff, I get my nails done, again, not caring about the money, in that place, all on my own, I feel like I belong, at least that day I do. Then I pass by that art supply store you always liked to look at when we went to that mall, I remember you loved that box with all the pencils. I don't draw but I buy it anyway. It's crazy expensive, I know that if your life was the same as before, you definitely wouldn't be able to afford them, but I just did.

When I return home, I take a picture of the box and I upload it to instagram, but it's not my instagram, it's a public instagram with my name and surname, specifically set up so that everyone who wants to stalk me, who wonders what happened to me after they last saw me, can stumble upon that and die of jealousy.

And I hope you, out of everyone, stumble upon it, I hope you see that box and wonder how I could afford it (then maybe you'll see the other posts, where I show off my new phone, my new computer, my stay at a very expensive hotel, and a bunch more), you'll maybe wonder if I even draw now and if those pencils will be a waste in my hands. And most importantly, you'll wonder if maybe, if we were still friends, I would've gifted you that box you always wanted: The answer is yes, of course, you were my best friend and I loved you, I wanted to see you happy.

But I knew better then, after you, I learned that I always have to be the person in every relationship who loves less, if not, I would get hurt. However, if greed won you over and you were to contact me someday because of that box, I would gift it to you and then never speak to you again, because I, more than anything, want to show you how much money I have and how little I care about you, that I would just gift you this very expensive box just because someday I knew you.

I guess, what I'm trying to say is, you can keep you friendship, because now I belong, and maybe someday I'll be able to convince myself of that fact.

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jadeneppy · 1 year

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I did get ur ask but i will not answer it directly since people dont follow me for my personal affairs. If you wanna see my response its gonna be under the readmore

They gave their side of the story and i gave mine. I constantly asked for consent and now that its years later they are taking it away. Dunno how that works but while we were together i did ask before doing anything irl. If they felt really uncomfortable they could have asked me to stop at any time and i would have. As for being smug what else would i be? Its been years gabe!!! Talk to me like a normal person!!

Im not gonna be able to change your mind and of course i still feel bad but just because i feel bad doesn't mean im guilty of what they accuse me of doin! When they asked about top surgery or goin on T i always said I'd help support them, i dont know where they got that i wouldn't when its in our dms!

Im not sure what else you guys are upset about since they didn't feel the need to bring it up but i honest to god felt like me and sigs last goodbye was gonna be the end of this whole drama tho i dont wanna call it drama. We had our talk and you both blocked me without giving your reasoning, like when u first block evaded after i gave my piece, you were the one who didn't want to continue the conversation when i was willing to explain my reasoning or my side. I cant believe it took the ramblings of a high me to get u to finally send an ask tho, like i was sooo out of it and didn't even remember what i typed. Did u completely miss all my posts where i said i missed their company? I never saw sig in a bad light up until this whole thing started getting bad. Why? Cuz they always feared I'd hate them, they had multiple dreams about it and would cry.

I even now dont hold a lot of malice towards them just kinda in disbelief that they'd say these things to others before me. Before we could ever talk about it so i could at least have give them my own response. They didn't wanna give me closure but in the end i still found my own version of closure and that was to believe in the TWO people that stood by me, when everyone else turned their backs on me. Literally all of our mutual friends left me behind except for Charles and Curt!!! I am so thankful to them and my new friends for sticking with me even after you tried to take them away from me.

If stalking me is a way of coping for you then i think you should look for some healthier alternatives. It took me a while to get over them and that whole situation like for gods sake they gave me ptsd! Just up and dropping me after 7 years and with no explanation! I had to wonder for weeks/months before i got an answer and even that wasn't clear enough since everyone was withholding information from me!

You should just be happy to be with sig at this point and forget about me all together? Its what you both wanted right? After what happened with kuro and windy i didn't wanna be that type of person for sig. But just as they said i should have been the person to protect them not the one who hurt them. That chapter is done but im still allowed to remember those times and be glad that i met them.

I sure as hell know they didn't throw away any of the gifts i gave em like the figures, shirts, games and the sonic hat. You coming to tell me that i was terrible for not buying them a 300 dollar console for their birthday?? What the fuck was that. That isn't a part of being a boyfriend, was i a bad boyfriend for not getting them that? I bought them so many things so many games just because i loved them and thought they deserved to have some type of gifts, it was my love language after all. All i asked for was their love in return. The only thing i did expect them to throw away were the pictures we took together cuz i sure as hell threw em away.

I had a feeling things weren't working out and before i could say or bring up anything i got blocked. But anyways either unblock me and talk like a normal person or leave me and my friends alone. If you saw the stalker post you should have seen Charles reply too. We don't know what your motive is and honestly you aren't scaring me at all. You're an annoyance at this point go back to your lover and fuck off

I was actually thinking of getting them the console for their birthday when they first brought it up but as soon as they started saying it was the least i could do after them having to deal with me. Thats when i started getting mad, if they wanted to break up earlier they could have said so we could have just parted ways instead of them dumping me while i was sleeping and not give me a chance to speak.

#neppy nyas #theres probably more i wanna say and i might add it here but for now just dm me? not even on disc just make a random acc and text me here #i do miss how we were gabe u were so funny and great to be around but now its kinda surreal #like maybe deep down i knew u weren't the best person cuz ud send people death threats for fun.#you'd date people and then once they didn't do what you wanted acted like they were the terrible people who abused you #tho some cases it was true they were bad people. i dont know your full story for those people so I'll leave my opinion there #also kinda sloppy cuz im trying to hurry up n get to my moms house lmao #go to zzt for the post its the one with less clutter so you can see that even charles thinks you should move the fuck on #or better yet get sig to message me ive been very curious as to what they think of all of this

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augustinewrites · 2 years

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dressing up as santa + gojo for @rosenkow 🎁 merry christmas, lovely! thank you for yelling about gojo w me! (yes it's more keeping up with the fushigojos i can't help it)

“this looks like a sexual harassment lawsuit just waiting to happen,” shoko comments dryly, the two of you watching gojo shove his ridiculously long limbs into bright red santa pants. “you’re not going to ask people to sit in your lap, are you?”

“i’m not doing this for your pleasure,” he retorts, gaze briefly flicking to you as he pats his lap. “except for you. you know you can take a ride on this sleigh anytime you want.”

you just roll your eyes, scoffing. “i’d rather choke on a candy cane.”

he just smirks at you. “you know what else you can choke on that’s red and wh—”

the glare you cut instantly shuts him up. “don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

your cheeks burn as shoko chuckles next to you. “okay, if that’s not what it’s for, then what’s up with the sudden interest in santa?”

“it’s for the kids,” gojo shrugs, shooting you one last wink. “they keep telling us they don’t want any gifts this year. so i figure if they tell santa what they want, then daddy gojo can go buy it for them.”

his logic is flawed. which it usual is, when it comes to the fushiguro’s.

“first of all, never refer to yourself as ‘daddy’ anything again, or i’ll punch you,” you threaten (though he’d probably like that, wouldn’t he? the freak). “second of all, megumi is almost 12, i’m pretty sure he doesn’t believe in santa anymore.”

“hey, i believed in santa until i was 13!”

“yeah, well, you don’t strike me as the type to question it when someone tells you a fat man in a suit is bringing you gifts. megumi’s not like that.”

because fushiguro megumi is the type of kid who punches santa in the face, and kicks his elves so hard that their grandchildren are probably going to be born with concussions.

something that gojo seems to have forgotten as he shrugs the bright red coat on and stuffs it with pillows.

“he’s never going to believe it, anyway. santa is short and round, not built like a 6’7 beanstalk,” you deadpan, picking up and studying the fake beard.

“he’s kid, babe. they’re kinda dumb. once megumi and tsumiki see me come down the chimney—”

“our fireplace is electronic.”

“fine, the window.”

“you are not climbing through the window of our 5th floor apartment.”

gojo just sighs loudly, rolling his eyes at you. “then when they see me come through the door, they’ll be so excited and share all their secret desires!” he pulls his fake beard on, plopping a santa hat on his head. “now i’m off to find my elf! if you doubters, no, haters need me, i’ll be at nanami’s bribing him.”

“he thinks a set of pre-teens are gonna want to share their secrets?” shoko asks as he slams the front door shut. “it’s like he’s never met a kid before.”

“it’s gojo,” you shrug, pulling your phone to warn nanami of the incoming crisis dressed in red. “he is the kid.”

as always, you’re right.

his first mistake, perhaps, was the idea of sneaking into megumi’s room while he was studying. never sneak up an angsty preteen. he’s sure that’s written somewhere in the parenting books he’d never read.

because “ho, ho, ho,” quickly turns into “ho, ho— holy shit!”

because megumi isn’t seven anymore, and his punches hurt a lot worse when he puts cursed energy behind them.

his own teaching— turned against him for a punch in the throat.

“well,” you grin, enjoying seeing him pain a bit too much, you sadist, slapping the bag of frozen peas to his throat. “you are arguably one of the most throat punchable men in the jujutsu world.”

“i just wanted them to have good holiday, you know?” he sighs as you lean next to him on the edge of the counter. “i just—i never had any as a kid. all the other kids got excited about santa and all that, but i never got to do the whole presents under the tree thing. i wanted to get them gifts that they love.”

“well, the holidays aren’t about gifts,” you murmur. “it’s just about being together, being here. and having an incredibly smart partner who knows those kids just a little better than you do.”

you’d already gotten them gifts because, yeah, okay, maybe you know those kids a little better than he does.

and on christmas morning, he watches even megumi’s broody expression lighten at the sight of the new novel.

and no matter what you or either of those kids say, no, he didn’t cry when the kids presented him with that new pair of sunglasses he’d been eyeing online.

(even if they did buy it with the weekly allowance he gave them)

christmas event masterlist

#keeping up with the fushigojos #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabble

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sukirichi · 3 years

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reckless [02.]

With a lackadaisical playboy as your boss, being reckless wasn’t an option. But on the one time you let loose and made mistakes, your life is shattered, and now you’re playing house with your insufferable boss who is the father of your baby.

✘ cw. angst, toxic situations

✘ note. yes, feel free to scream at me in the asks. but like don’t worry, i promise there’s more to come and there’s more to happen! it’s going to get fluffier as we go hehehehe. ALSO, I can’t help but feel that Zayn’s “Let Me” speaks perfectly to CEO playboy Gojo. hmph.

one ✘ two ✘ three

One glance at the tall man beside you, and you would’ve thought he would pass out soon.

Satoru had been endlessly fidgety hours before the appointment. Flicking from music stations to another, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel or sighing at the sight of you calmly watching the city go by in a flash – it was clear he was restless. Judging from the dark circles he tried to conceal under a pair of shades, he probably hadn’t slept much last night as well.

Now that you were both inside the clinical room, with you laying back down on the reclined bed, belly exposed and all for him to marvel at, his knee hadn’t stopped bouncing. “Satoru, calm down. It’s just a doctor’s appointment.”

“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. “I’m just…excited yet nervous, you know? It feels so real now.”

Real didn’t begin to cover it. Although you masked your nervous quite well, you felt your stomach tighten when a woman came in. Her smile was gentle and comforting enough, talking you both through the process and spilling little fun facts about pregnancy. She applied a cool gel over your belly before turning to a screen, where mixed dots and waves of black and white blurred in front of your visions. Your eyes widened in awe, throat dry from the inability to speak. The baby had always felt real, but seeing it with your own two eyes, a small figure barely even a comprehensible shape in the screen, you couldn’t help but tear up a little.

“That’s mine?” Satoru breathed out, absentmindedly looping his hands through yours. It made you stiffen for a quick second, but your attention was quickly pulled back to the sonogram. “We made that?”

Your heart clenched at his words.

He sounded so happy – like all his dreams came true and you’d just given him a gift that was beyond priceless. You supposed it really was; a baby was always a miracle and joy to have, but this child wasn’t made out of love. How could he have so much fondness for something he didn’t want in the first place?

“The baby is perfectly healthy. This pregnancy doesn’t seem like a high-risk one, but it’s too early to tell so we’ll keep checking in on you,” the doctor pushed her glasses back to her nose, the sound of her cool voice pulling you back from a dangerous path of self-doubt and wariness. “Do you guys want to know the gender?”

Glancing at Satoru, you shook your head. It was amusing that you didn’t need to share words before he got the meaning behind one look, and he squeezed your hand as if to say he understood.

“I’d like that to be more of a surprise. Thank you, doctor.”

“Congratulations on being a father, Sir,” she bowed, and it occurred to you just now she was probably a family doctor. Satoru did end up keeping his promise that your pregnancy be kept private for a while. This little detail made you turn to him with shock written all over your face, though his attention was centred in on the swirling monochrome colours on the screen. Whether the doctor noticed the brewing tension between you two or not, you were still gad when they bowed once more to excuse themselves. “I’ll leave you two to talk now.”

The moment she was gone, you sat up and pushed your blouse down. Satoru’s demeanour had changed as well. His smile was wiped from his face, replaced only by a slight downturn of his lips.

Sighing, you swung your legs over the bed, not minding one bit that he was inches away from resting his chin onto your thighs. “Is there something you’re not telling me? You’ve been so worried since we got here.”

Satoru winced.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Even if you aren’t, it’s not that hard to see through you,” you spoke gently, a spirit possessing you because there would’ve been no other logical reason on why you placed a palm over his. Satoru’s hands were warm and large as he cupped your knee, tracing little patterns over your jeans as he kept his gaze lowered to the floor. It was an odd sight to see; that the Gojo Satoru refused to look a woman in the eye. “Tell me. What’s wrong?”

Satoru’s sigh is painfully drawn out, though his chuckles took the brunt.

“I don’t know what to do – how to be a father, I mean. Don’t you ever get worried…that maybe we might fuck up and ruin someone’s life?”

“Hey,” you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look you in the eyes – which you really wished he didn’t, because you’d never seen such azure this up close before. It was no secret that his eyes alone stole the hearts of people, but you had to remind yourself he broke them as well, so that you pulled away right before he got too close for comfort. It wasn’t what he needed anyway. Satoru simply required reassurance, so you opted for an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Weren’t you the one telling me the other day we’ll work it out?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head, a smile lighting up his features once more. “Are you feeling good? There’s someplace I want to take you, as a celebration for our healthy baby.”

You pursed your lips. As much as you appreciated his enthusiasm, this ‘celebration’ didn’t sound like a good idea. You’ve made mistakes before and now you lived the consequence of it; being reckless was outdated. Caution, wariness, and space were the top three perfect recipes for the complete opposite of a disaster.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Why not?” he challenged, taking your hand in his as he guided you out the clinic. You made no comment on why he led you out the back where he’d parked his car, even going as far to bow for you as he opened your door. “Liven up a little, we got good news today! Plus, we didn’t both take a day for nothing. Come on, you’re going to have fun, I promise you!”

“And where would we go where people won’t recognize you?”

“Somewhere people are too lost in their own world to focus on others,” Satoru announced before sending you a side glance, smooth hands already on their way to rev the engine.

This wouldn’t go down well. Or at least that was what you wanted to believe, because his smile and excitement were too contagious that you couldn’t restrain the smile you wore.

“A carnival? Really? We’re too old for this.”

“We’re never too old for anything,” he insisted, placing his hands on your shoulders as he maneuvered from stall to stall. Everywhere around you, children and people of all ages milled by, laughter and screams that fading into the distance. One survey at the long, endless lines for the rides and crowded spaces, you grimaced, feeling an uncomfortable weight resting on your shoulders that was beyond Satoru’s hands. “Aw, come on, don’t be such a bore. Day offs like these are rare and think about the baby! Don’t you think they would’ve wanted us to get a long?”

“You’re just using the baby as an excuse to have fun.”

Of course he would – Gojo Satoru was like a man-child. Whether it was someone randomly bringing donuts or puppies into the office, he easily lit up like a firework, seemingly finding joy in every little thing. Being stuck in the office and forced to work his ass off under your supervision must’ve taken a toll on him too.

Add on the fact he hadn’t gone out on dates or parties ever since he found out he was going to be a dad, the desperation to go out and do something was written all over his face.

Satoru pouted. “That’s mean. Take that back.”

“No.”

“And I’m the childish one here?” he snickered. You merely rolled your eyes at him and gave in; too much time spent working and not enough time relaxing (not that being a carnival was your definition or relaxation, but alas, Satoru was dragging you around everywhere like always) wouldn’t be good for the baby.

“You see that bear over there? I’m going to win that for you. It could be my first ever present for our baby.”

There was no stopping him. You didn’t want to, either, because you just stood there, arms crossed against your chest as you let him do whatever he pleased. A literal man-child, a youthful soul stuck in an irritatingly attractive man’s body – these were the thoughts that ran through your head while Satoru kept swinging his arm back and forth. He chose a stall where you had to knock down stacks of cans down with one set of three balls, all because he wanted to win a bear. You would really rather go home than watch him fail four times now, but he wasn’t giving up, only flexing his shoulders before gesturing to the young man.

“Hey man, three more balls please.”

Nothing was funny about it at all. Watching your boss fail miserably even after ten tries shouldn’t have been so hilarious, yet sweat was dripping all over his face and his patience was hanging on a loose thread that you were giggling before you knew it.

His usual confident bravado began to tear down bit by bit, his face flushed from the sounds of your teasing.

“Satoru, stop,” you laughed, “We’ve been here for twenty minutes and your wallet might as well be empty! You can just go buy a bear at the mall.”

“You’re too functional. Where would be the meaning behind it if I just bought a random bear?” he huffed, pushing the sleeves of his denim jacket up to his elbows. Determined now more than ever, he even stretched his long arms side to the side with a shake of his hips. You could tell the young man manning the stall was hiding his amusement by whistling to himself, but Satoru really was such a ridiculous sight you couldn’t blame him. “No, I’m going to get that for you, then I’ll brag to my baby how cool their dad was when he knocked those cans down.”

“You mean, if you knock those cans down.”

His shoulders deflated. “Support me a little bit, will you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, it might just inflate your ego and you’ll be too distracted by yourself to ever actually knock those cans down,” He threw a ball with a force so strong it hit the curtain above the cans, and it bounced back somewhere below the tables. It didn’t even touch the can by a smidge, and you snorted. “See what I mean?”

Expecting that Satoru would take insult to heart (as his ego was easily wounded, this much you knew when he refused to talk to anyone at the office for a whole day because one of his directors forgot his name) you smirked at him, but that smirk immediately dropped when he grinned back at you. He was no longer wimpy like before, an aura of confidence brimming from him. “That’s like the second time you’ve told me I was distracting,” he mused, leaving you baffled because he was right. “On the contrary, I think you’rea lot more distracting, so I take that back. Just stand there and watch me win.”

“Okay,” you drawled out in faux disinterest, thankful for the corny carnival music and chatter from the crowd that he couldn’t hear your poor beating heart.

You were too focused on pretending to be unbothered by him that you failed to see how the cans were knocked down. The counter guy was already picking them up as Satoru pumped his fists in the air, way too much like a child high on sugar.

Was this really the father of your baby?

“I won! I fucking won! That huge brown bear, please!”Satoru’s smile from holding the bear that was half his size couldn’t even compare to the city lights and sparklers. Even his eyes were lit up in joy as he skipped back to you, happily waving the doe-eyed bear in front of you. At your lack of reaction, he sighed before jutting his cheek out to you. “No congratulations kiss?”

“How about a slap?”

“Kinky,” he teased, sending your brain to overheat when he tapped his chin in thought. “Well, you did make my back bleed so I kind of got the idea you’re sort of extreme in bed – ow! Would you please stop hitting me? I just won you a wonderful prize and your first reaction is to hit me! This arm is exhausted from swinging endlessly, you know.”

“Maybe if you aimed better, you wouldn’t have had to exhaust yourself. Like I said, you could’ve just bought a bear,” you scolded, raising your arm threateningly when he opened his mouth again. Idiot. “Give me that.”

Satoru effortlessly swung the bear until it was under your chins, his white lashes ethereal as he peeked at you through them. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath dusting on your cheeks, that same warmth that had been mixing with yours in a sloppy, heated kiss just weeks ago. “And who said I was letting you carry this?” he taunted, thoroughly enjoying how for once, you weren’t hitting him.“I’m supposed to wave this around proudly then place it in our baby’s room when we get home. Besides, your hand looks heavy already.”

“My hands? Wait, what do you mean our baby’s room?”

At your words and questioning gaze, Satoru did a quick turn, trying to use the bear as a shield.

“Yeah, I forgot to tell you,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I may or may not have had my parents’ guest room renovated as a baby room, although if you ask me, I think moving somewhere else would be much better. Raising a child in a penthouse doesn’t seem like such a great idea if you ask me,” opening your mouth to scold him, Satoru stopped you by placing a finger on your lips, noses grazing against each other. “Don’t scold me right now; I know that look on your face and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, okay? We can still decorate it ourselves. I just had the beds removed and the space cleaned out. Now stop over thinking and let me help you with your problem.”

You pushed his face away for the sake of your heart. In fact, you should be paid for your acting skills for looking so unaffected.

“What problem?”

“Your hands look heavy,” he beamed, long fingers looping through yours as he swayed them side to side. “So let me carry it for you.”

“Satoru, I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he blinked innocently while surrendering his free hand, “I’m not doing this for you, it’s for the baby. Did you know oxytocin is released and makes you feel good and reduces pain, maybe even stress? We can pump your oxytocin levels through touch. It also lowers your blood pressure, and we want you at your happiest and healthiest for this pregnancy, right?”

“Since when were you an expert on this?”

“Since I found out I’m becoming a dad,” his words struck you speechless, mouth pressed into a flat line as you stared him openly. You hadn’t mean to come off as rude in that moment; you were just trying to gauge the sincerity behind his words, to explore the depth in his eyes, but Satoru must’ve took it wrong as he cleared his throat, “I can let go if you really want me to.”

“N-no! It’s fine…can we move? We’ve been standing here for ten minutes now,” Embarrassed, you pointed to the closest thing in your sight – a photo booth. “How about there? That looks fun.”

Satoru followed where your arm was pointed, laughing when a couple exited the red curtains while giggling amongst themselves. The guy even leaned down to steal a long kiss from his lover, and if you were embarrassed before, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back again right now. “You know, if you wanted me to be stuck in a cramped space next to you, you could’ve just said so. I didn’t bring the limo with me, but the Audi could be pretty small for us, I guess…”

You hissed at him in warning, “God, you never shut up do you?”

“It made you smile.”

“I wasn’t smiling!”

“Sure, mommy, whatever you say,” bumping his hip with yours, Satoru led you inside the cube. There were a plethora of filters to choose from; ranging from heart frames and ones that placed shades on your face. Not really thinking of what to pick, you reached out to press the frog hats one, but Satoru was swatting your hands away for the effect with heart emojis everywhere. “This is cute. We can show this to our baby once they’re born.”

“They won’t really know what a Polaroid is, Satoru.”

“It’s still sentimental!” he grumbled before clicking the camera icon, a huge smile already on his face until he saw you squished on the other side of the booth. Only one side of your ear could be seen, and Satoru furrowed his brows at you. “Come closer, you’ll be cropped from the frame.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Jesus, Y/N, don’t act shy now, I already fucked a baby into you,” mouth falling open at the vulgarity of his words, Satoru took the chance to drag you beside him. “Relax, you’re always so stiff. Our baby might come out frowning if you keep huffing like that.”

“You’re too close for comfort.”

“My apologies, I’ll try not to be included in the photo when you’re the one who suggested this in the first place,” he muttered playfully, booping your nose before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. He was close, too close, that his musky perfume filled the close space. You wanted to lean closer to his warmth and sturdiness of his broad shoulders; his mere presence bringing about a sense of tranquillity despite your words. You told yourself it shouldn’t be too bad to lean into him for just a little while, absentmindedly following him as he cheers, “Smile!”

One photo turned into two, and Satoru ended up inserting a few more bills into the slot to take more. He tried out as many filters as he wanted, acting as if you two had been long time friends from how easy it was for him to be around you like that.

You supposed it came from his heavy experience with women. You were so unlike; while he was open to touch and didn’t care too much about space, you craved it deliriously.

It was obvious none of this meant anything to Satoru. You were probably just another woman in his life, with the exception that you had a kid, but you couldn’t mean something more. If anything, he treated you more like an old friend than a lover. He’d said it himself before that you weren’t his type and you didn’t mind, so why did it hurt the longer you mulled about it? Sure, you may not be as attractive or luxurious as his previous lovers, but did you really not even have charismatic pull? Is it because you weren’t his type that he was so casual with you, while you on the other hand, felt like you would lose your mind at every little thing he did?

You watched as Satoru pulled out his wallet and kept the Polaroid of you both grinning at the camera, forming a silly heart shape with your hands per his request. It was silly and platonic – yet the gesture confused you to no end.

“Why’d you do that?”

Satoru’s hand paused. “Am I not allowed to…?”

“We’re not lovers. You can’t just put a photo of us in your wallet.”

As if to prove a point, Satoru pulled out more photos of his wallet and showed it to you. There were several more wallet-sized photos, mostly of his white cat with black shades, another of him and his best friend, Shoko, and the last photo was of him skiing. They were all placed in his wallet along with a small, faded out photograph of what seemed to be his parents from the younger days. You couldn’t understand why he was showing you this, much less how patient he was as he smiled softly at you. “It’s memorabilia. I keep photos of everyone I care about everywhere with me,” he said, pocketing his wallet back before gazing up at the night sky. “I like to think we’re friends, at least. We’re definitely not just boss and employee anymore.”

Then what are we?

There were so many things you wanted to ask. You always knew he was always this overly friendly and nice, but what did make you? What did a friend mean to him? Other than Shoko, who was his lesbian friend who was also the company’s resident doctor, you’d never seen him be platonic with another female before.

The realization made your mood drop.

Maybe you were right. He probably didn’t even see you as a woman, but what did it matter? You didn’t like him. You shouldn’tlike him. Even if he had no intentions of wooing you, Gojo Satoru was far too appealing for his own good. Being around him was dangerous for your heart.

“Wanna ride the ferris wheel? The night city always looks beautiful.”

He was just your boss...and you were just a friend. Things were going to be alright as long as no feelings were involved. You survived seven years of working with him with not a single moment where your heart fluttered when he spoke your name; a baby made between you shouldn’t change anything now. At the end of the day, you were both only doing this out of responsibility. Satoru was trying his best to become a supportive co-parent to you, and that was all it ever would be. Strictly business – purely professional – as it always had been and always will be.

Foolish girl, you could hear a voice whisper at the back of your head, don’t get too lost in his eyes.

“Y/N, are you tired? Do you want to go home now? We can just order dinner to be delivered if you’re exhausted,” Satoru tugged at your sleeve to get your attention, and you chuckled awkwardly, not meaning to have spaced out the whole time. Worry was written all over his face from the way his brows dipped, stunning blue eyes darkening like the night sky you both made memories under.

Don’t look at me like that...

“Are you okay? Do you wanna go home?”

“Yeah,” you chirped far too brightly than you would’ve liked. Right now, it was more of a mission of fake it til you make it. You would just have to keep exerting the same amount of effort into making this work for the baby’s sake. And if that meant pushing aside any budding desire for this to last any longer to focus on your ‘friendship’, then you would do it. Taking Satoru’s hand for the first time since the baby ordeal, you flashed him a genuine smile. “The ferris wheel sounds nice. Let’s do some sightseeing before the night ends.”

Neither of you speak inside the cab. Beautiful the night was as the city shone into awakening illumination beneath you, comforting you with the thought that in the grand scheme of it all, you were small. Insignificant. That somehow everything you worried about wouldn’t matter when there was a much bigger world out there, and you were but a fickle dot in the middle of its entirety. But that was you, and Gojo lived in a much different world than you did. For somewhere in the city, you could recognize several of the sky towers, buildings, and establishments owned by his family. He mattered in the grand scheme; you were a small factor in his world.

Glancing back at the man who’d been silent the whole ride, you smiled upon seeing that he was doing the same. Satoru was practically bouncing in his seat as he snapped several photos of the city, mumbling something about he’d never seen this view before.

He was so innocent yet so out there, igniting within you an urge to take care of him and wanting to be taken care of by him.

You’d already accepted that you may just never have him that way. That small, fleeting crush was like a butterfly – pretty look at, but damn near impossible to catch. You’d already stopped crying yourself to sleep over the new changes brought about in your body, that in a few months’ time, you’d look back into everything and see that everything had changed. The mistakes you made that night were still something you regretted because you wished you could’ve done better, but seeing him right in front of you now, there was only gratefulness blooming within. Grateful that he was right by your side, grateful that at least the father of your child was more than capable of giving them a comfortable life, grateful that he didn’t push you away like you expected.

Acting more on impulse than logic, you leaned over to press your lips on his cheek.“Thank you,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you let your lips stay there for a few more seconds.

His skin was warm underneath your touch, and when you opened your eyes, Satoru was gazing up at you with stars twinkling in the vast galaxy he called his eyes. You smiled at his reaction, watching as he reached a palm out to caress that spot your lips had landed.“For what?”

“For everything,” you crumbled,“You’re not a bad person, Satoru, I know that,” with shuddered breaths, tears sprung at the back of your eyes again. “I’m sorry for being so difficult. I just need time to adjust to…well, all of this.” Your voice cracked at the last sentence and you were crying before you knew it, face hidden behind your palms in fear he’d look at you differently. In his eyes, you were always his stoic secretary who didn’t even bat an eye when people gave you backlash after Satoru hired you despite the lack of a college degree.

This all felt new – to cry, to trust, to rely on someone – and there was a flurry of emotions you couldn’t quite place yet.

Scooping you into his arms, Satoru patted your back as your cries grew louder. “Take all the time you need. We don’t have to rush into anything at all.”

In the harsh world of conglomerates where the laws of business blurred thinner and thinner with each day, it was hard to believe that not rushing into anything would be possible. It was always a flurry of hurried phone calls, frantic preparations for emergency meetings, anxiety over presenting new proposals and hoping that your superiors would sign your documents so you could go about your way. Time was as imperative as money was to them, but Satoru had proved he could be beyond that.

From the moment you met him, he never treated time as if it was something that slipped through his fingertips. He enjoyed every second he had of his life, and perhaps that was why you hated him so much in the first place.

You thought he took everything for granted, when in reality, all he did was bask in the little things life offered.

This much, at least, you trusted him with. If he said there would be no need to rush and you could both take it slow, he meant it. Around him, time felt more like a secret whisper than a treasure you both had to seize to protect. The night drifted off until it was already midnight and the crew was ushering all visitors out. You and Satoru made it home safely and quietly, hands linked together as if it was the most natural thing ever. No rush, you kept telling yourself, and you plopped down on the couch heavily as you let your muscles relax from such a long, eventful day.

You stayed there for a solid minute or so when you felt warm hands take your heels off. Opening your eyes, Satoru kneeled before you, his fingers expertly rubbing and pushing against the sore muscles of your feet. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Your feet must be tired from all that walking,” he mumbled, looking up briefly to meet your eyes and tease your shoulder back. “Lean back for me. I’ll take care of you.”

Judging by the sentiment behind his smile, you figured it wouldn’t be harmful to enjoy this at least once. You’ve never gotten foot massages before but his hands kneading yours felt heavenly. You knew from experience beforehand that Satoru was quite godly when it came to the skills and magic his fingers brought, though this one was on a different level, and you were sinking deeper into the couch from the bliss. He was right; you were tired, and if having your boss massage you like this every night after dragging you wherever he pleased, then you wouldn’t complain.

The ringing of your phone made you sit up abruptly, surprising Satoru whose head you almost knocked into. “Sorry,” you croaked out sheepishly, “It’s my dad. I need to take this.”

“Do you need me to leave you alone?”

“Uh, no, you’re fine.”

Satoru gestured to your foot as you took the call, mouthing, “Should I continue?”

“Yes, please,” you answered back, palm pressed over the mic before you answered. “Hey, Dad!” Your father greeted you back with much enthusiasm, his energy heard even by Satoru who sent you small smiles and curious glances every now and then. A part of you wanted to ask if he was fine kneeling on the floor like that, but his knees were on the fur carpet anyway that it shouldn’t hurt him. He extended your leg and trailed up your calves, pulling a soft moan from you when he kneaded the flesh and rid it of its knots. His ministrations distracted you until you were nodding absentmindedly to your Dad every now and then, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

Then the call ended, and his last words kept ringing back into your head ominously. Satoru took quick notice of this as he tapped your knee, bringing your attention back to him. “Is something wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I...” you started, helplessly fumbling around Satoru. “My dad is in Tokyo. He said he wants to have dinner with me.”

“You don’t look particularly happy about that. Do you not want to meet your father?”

“I do but...”

“But?”

“I have to tell him about this,” you shivered, refracting your legs back to the couch until his touch disappeared from your skin. For a moment, you had the urge to crawl back to his heat, but you were restless, agitated. “About us. He’s going to want to meet you and I don’t want to hide the pregnancy from him either,” Satoru remained unmoving as you rambled, and you hid your face behind your arms again as you remembered the rules you asked him to follow. “Listen, I’m sorry if I sound unfair right now, I know I said I didn’t want anyone else knowing—”

Warm lips brushed over your knuckles, large hands peeling your wrists to reveal your face. “Hey, it’s fine. He’s family and you can tell him. It’s not like your Dad would ruin your image or something like you expected to happen.”

“He won’t but...” you frowned, “My dad isn’t going to like this. I can’t guarantee he’ll be civil the whole time, especially towards you.”

“You told him about me?”

“A few years ago, yeah, when I still couldn’t tolerate you.”

“So you can tolerate me now?”

“Only a little bit,” you corrected, pushing his hands away as you opened your phone to check your schedule. It was mostly Satoru’s schedule, truth be told, but you were free for the most part tomorrow. Satoru could just longue back in his office while you clocked out early to meet your dad. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. On second thought, he doesn’t have to know at all. I’m only a few weeks in and it’s not like he’ll notice—”

“Y/N,” Satoru interrupted you, rudely snatching his phone from your shaking fingers. You would’ve scolded him had he not sounded so worried. “I did promise I would take responsibility for you, right? I want to meet your dad and introduce myself properly. As a father-to-be, I think I can somewhat understand that he might react strongly to this, but I also need to reassure him you’re in safe hands,” taking your hand in his, Satoru leaned into your palm, the smile he wore way too charming than what your heart could handle. “As long as you’re okay with it, I would like to meet him.”

“I’m sorry if he does something stupid.”

“Don’t be,” he reassured with a chuckle. “I’m sure everything will go well.”

It didn’t go well. Your father wasn’t throwing a fit or causing a scene like you originally feared, but the current situation wasn’t any better either. He looked like he was on the verge of tearing Satoru’s head apart, his grip on the bread knife so tight his knuckles flashed white. Your father was the literal definition of unpredictable and out of nervousness, you held Satoru’s hand under the table for comfort.

In complete opposition of yours, Satoru handled it with class and composure. His head was ducked down in respect, making sure to be curt and precise in counters to your father’s harsh accusations.

“I’m really sorry for everything, Sir.”

“Did you ruin my daughter’s life?”

Satoru finally tilted his head back up to look your father in the eye, both your hands turning cold and sweaty in between the seats. “Pardon?”

“I asked if you ruined my daughter’s life by getting her pregnant.”

“I would never intend for that to happen, Sir,” Satoru straightened up. From your perspective, he looked every bit the man parents would want their children to be with – handsome, elegant, educated, polite, respectful and well-off – but your father was no ordinary parent. He sized Satoru up like a predator hunting his prey even as the latter acted cool about it. “Granted, it was an accident and neither of us are prepared for this, but I promise I’ll take care of her. I take responsibility as the father and you have nothing to worry about.”

Your dad slammed his palms down on the table, the loud smack catching the attention of nearby tables. “How dare you tell me I have nothing to worry about?”

“Dad, please don’t do this.”

“No, he needs to know,” he snapped. Unable to help it, you groaned inwardly and scooted closer to Satoru, knowing where this was leading. “I lost her mother right after she was born; raised her by myself when I was barely out from high school. Rich men like you may never understand the struggles of taking care of a baby all by yourself, but I did everything I could to make sure she grew up well. My daughter had a happy, comfortable life. When she told me she wanted to follow her dreams in Tokyo, I supported her, and then you go take everything away from her because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself? You dare defile her like that?”

“Dad!” you roared, clutching Satoru’s hand who’d gone limp. “It was equally my responsibility as it is his! I wanted this; we both got carried away but we’re doing our best, so please stop being difficult to us.”

“You wanted this?” he laughed dryly, “A child with this man you kept moaning to me about; the same man who went to clubs every night while he left you all by yourself to work, to clean up his mess from him? You wanted him?”

“Dad,” you gritted your teeth, nails sinking down onto your thigh. Satoru remained silent between you both, although you could feel his burning gaze penetrating through the back of your skull. “It’s both our mistake. But this child...we don’t see it as that. We like to view it as a blessing. It may be true we harbour no affection for one another, but we want to be good parents. That’s all you need to know and I find no reason to explain myself to you. If you have nothing else to say, you can go back home. I’ll pay for your ride,” slamming down a few bills his way, you glared at your father, who shrunk back at the anger radiating off of you. “You’re not welcome here, Dad. Just go back home.”

“I’m just worried for you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I never said you were,” he sighed, rubbing the sides of his temples. “But he just took all your opportunities away from you! What about your dreams? What about your plan of having your own career once you have enough experience? What about—”

“Are you implying that because I’m pregnant, suddenly I’m not qualified to fulfil my goals?”

“Sir,” Satoru cut you off, releasing your hands as he leaned forwards on the table, becoming more and more like the CEO he was trained to be – all authority and gentle command that won the hearts of multiple investors. “I assure you that I won’t be holding your daughter back from the things she wants to achieve. As her co-parent, I’m perfectly capable of supporting her in the dreams she wishes to achieve. I’ve worked with her for years; I know she can reach for the stars if she wanted.”

Your mind blanked.

“Young man, don’t talk to me as if you know my daughter better than I do,” your father scorned, “I’m not questioning your capability to support her, but what about your credibility? How can you assure me you’ll really be there for her? How can you assure me you won’t leave my daughter stranded in the middle of nowhere? How can you assure me you can protect her from the harsh criticism of society? Money can’t provide nor does it solve anything,” your father copied his gesture by leaning forward, but it was to poke Satoru’s chest. “From what I’ve heard about you, I suppose you understand perfectly well why I don’t trust you.”

“Sir, I do plan on marrying your daughter and to give her the life she deserves,” Satoru confessed, effectively stealing from you the ability to speak as he glimpsed your way. “If she lets me.”

“You’ll marry her? Be faithful to her as your wife and have a family? Are you sure you can do that?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m highly confident I can. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Then that’s all I need to know,” your father leaned back in your seat, arms crossed against his chest and a stern expression on his face. “And if I find out you hurt or make my daughter cry in any way, I’ll beat up that pretty face of yours. I have two more sons that’re willing to do the same, if you don’t watch your actions.”

Satoru beamed at your father’s ‘approval.’ “I’ll face any consequence if I fall short on my duties, Sir, but I assure you, it will never have come to that.”

“So we’ve come to an agreement?”

The two men linked and shook hands across the table, completely disregarding the fact you were right beside him. You were beyond appalled, but mostly hurt that you’d been reduced to this way. And they were unaware of it, too, sickening and satisfied yet tense smiles were masked on their faces as they decided your future.

You stood up and left the restaurant.

You kept walking as fast as you could in the cold night, hands shoved into the coat of your pockets. Thousands of pin needles pricked at your heart and your skin the more you replayed the memory in your head. How stupid were you to think that Satoru would be different? And marriage? Was he serious? It all made you sick to the core to the point you wanted to throw up and disappear, until a heavy set of footsteps echoed behind you and tugged your wrist.

“Y/N, wait!” Satoru panted, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “What’s wrong with you? You just up and left—”

“Seriously, Satoru, you’re asking me that?” your face fell flat at his cluelessness, “What’s wrong with you? You men are sickening; planning my entire future like that right in front of me as if I don’t have a say in what I want. None of you asked if I’m okay with this. You really went ahead deciding we’ll get married when I told you already, I don’t want to marry you and I never will!”

Satoru brushed a hand over his hair, a hand on his hip. You could tell his patience was being tested – after being verbally harassed by your father and now with you pushing back in the same heat, it was only a matter of time before he lost his cool. Surprisingly enough, however, his voice remained levelled as he sighed. “What did you expect me to do back there? Tell your father that we’re just going to be roommates and raise a child together as if we’re not already family?” he defended, words slow and pronounced with a hint of hurt behind them. “I respect you and I truly do want to be with you, that’s why I wanted us to get married.”

“You respect me?” you laughed incredulously, “Are you hearing yourself right now? No person respects another by deciding what happens to my life without my consent!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask, okay? I apologize for it and I acknowledge my mistake that I didn’t give you much of a choice. Me being cornered and pressured isn’t a good excuse, but I wasn’t lying when I said I want to take care of you and—”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you want to be with me?” you demanded, “Why do you want to take care of me so badly? How did you even take this so well? You weren’t even that angry when I told you I was pregnant.”

Satoru paled. “Was I supposed to be? Should I have pushed you away and kicked you out my life? Is that what you wanted me to do, or is that what you expected from me, considering you’ve made it extremely clear I’m nothing but your airheaded boss and a man who always wants his dick wet, right?” the sting of his words pricked you both – you with your guilt, and him with his pride crushed. But he didn’t let on, didn’t waver and didn’t match your anger as his chest shook with impatience. “I’m trying to be good to you; I want to be good for you and the baby because despite what you think of me, I’m not the devil the tabloids make me out to be. I sleep around, yeah, but I wouldn’t go so far to turn someone away especially when I know I’m supposed to be there.”

“Satoru, if you’re only doing this out of obligation, you can be a good father without marrying me. Marriage is not a requirement; I don’t care what people say that I got pregnant without getting married. That’s the least of my concern, I just want the baby to grow up healthy but I don’t want to be involved with you.”

With how stunned Satoru looked, one would’ve thought you slapped him right in the face. That mere sight of seeing your boss tear his walls down in front of you almost made you feel bad, but you had to be strong.

You had to be firm with what you stood for.

“I really don’t want to be with you, Satoru. I’m so sorry.”

“What do you want me to do?” his voice cracked, begging and pleading as he stood before you, looking every bit of a man lost in uncharted territory. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N. One moment, you’re telling me you want me to be a good father, and then the next you’re pushing me away. People are so sure that I’m a man who can never settle down because they believe I have commitment issues, but I’m telling you I can commit to you right now,” he held your hand, rubbing some of his warmth at your comparably cold ones. You didn’t fail to notice that he was trembling, but what about what you couldn’t decipher. “Are you really sure I’m the one here who isn’t capable of that? What are you so scared of that you can’t trust me?”

“Because you’re you! Because you’re a fucking asshole who’s been treating me like I’m an overworking machine and always expects me to undo your shit for you! Because you make me sick and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t know what love means!” Exploded. You exploded. “I regret everything that happened between us that night. No, in fact, I regret ever meeting you at all.”

Satoru took a step back.

All the light and joy that fit so perfectly with him had now disappeared.

“I’m sorry,” he demurred, “I’m sorry that I’d been so repulsive that you’ve felt miserable for all this time. I’m sorry I haven’t been a decent boss and I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.”

“Gojo, stop. Stop doing that; stop apologizing!”

“Then tell me what you want me to do,” he barked desperately. “Because I can’t read your mind and I just want to be good for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to? I don’t want you to be good to me, I don’t want you to care about me. Be there for the baby, but don’t involve yourself too much in my personal life. Stop asking me to marry you because you and I would never work out. We’re impossible, okay?”

“How do you know we’ll never work out when we haven’t even tried?” he pushed, “You never even gave me a chance.”

“You’re not worth that chance.”

If someone could receive an award for effortlessly trampling over someone repeatedly, you would’ve been crowned winner a long time ago. You had no idea what came over you as you spat all those hurtful words to Satoru, but did your words bear no truth? The fact that he no longer defended himself meant he also knew that he wasn’t worth it – that he wasn’t someone to be trusted. It wasn’t that you were completely unfair too; of course you considered it. Weeks of living under the same roof as him and you most definitely considered it. Say you did get married and became a real family – what then? It wasn’t a marriage out of love, but rather out of responsibility and obligation.

As much as you loved your child, you couldn’t imagine throwing away your future and living miserable for the rest of your life like that.

A life built on lies wasn’t a life worth living.

“I would never hurt you.”

Your heart cracked. After everything you said, after all your efforts to keep him away from your own safety, after all the hurtful things you’ve done to him, and he was still apologizing? Why did he have to make it so hard to let go? You were tired, so tired that you could no longer refrain your lip from quivering as tears caked your face.

“Gojo, please, don’t—”

“So if me stepping away from your life is what would really make you happy, then I’ll respect it. But there’s one thing I have to ask,” Satoru swiped a thumb under your eye to catch the tear. His smile was forlorn, his touch cold and words melancholic. “Do you want the baby? Do you...want to keep the baby and be a mother? You don’t have to do anything for me, I just want to know if the mother of my child even wants to be one. And please be honest, because everything you say right now are words that I’ll mark seriously.”

The word left your mouth before you could stop it.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I don’t want to be a mother,” you admitted, hands trailing over your belly. It felt like you were betraying your own child, but you hadn’t planned this. “I’m too young, Satoru, I-I’m not ready for this. With you there beside me or not, I really don’t want this.”

“Then,” he cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to catch a moment. You swore you saw his eyes shine under the city lights with tears, but it was gone so soon that you might’ve just fooled yourself with it. Once he deemed himself ready to talk, Satoru took a deep breath. “Do I have your consent that once the baby is born...it’ll be under my care? Would you prefer to reach your own dreams, then? You’ll never have to be a part of the Gojo family if it’s really not what you want, even though I could support you as much as you need me to.”

Your eyes widened at his proposition. “You’ll take care of our baby?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Can I...can I visit them, at least, once in a while?” It was more than just your heart that broke that night. There was no telling whether you’d hurt yourself in the long run with this decision. It was no easy choice to make – to actively pursue your dreams somewhere else more than being a mother. You wanted to do your best, of course you did, but it wasn’t that easy. Gojo didn’t have to tell you for you to understand that once you married him, you’d be expected to run the business with him and be involved in his family and their dramas. Now that wasn’t a life you wanted.

“You’re free to visit them whenever,” he promised, voice fading even lower into the background. “So is this it? We’ll just be living under the same roof until the baby is born and once they’re here...”

“We’ll part ways.”

“We’ll part ways,” he nodded in agreement, sniffling for a brief second before fixing his tie. The Gojo Satoru you got to know for a few weeks had now disappeared. Not even the goofy boss you spent seven years with could be found in the coldness of his eyes, almost as if he’d put up such impenetrable walls around him and nothing could pass through. The sudden shift in aura made your heart clench as he offered his hand to shake. “Okay. Let’s stay professional until then?”

“Yeah, Sir, I can do that,” your hands shook as you enclosed it around his, but now all the warmth had disappeared – from his eyes, his touch, his soul. It hurt, but this was necessary. It was what felt right. “Thank you – for everything.”

“You’re welcome. Anything for you and the baby,” Satoru proclaimed, perplexing you both when he suddenly pulled you in his arms. Just like that, the dam broke, and you were staining his precious suit before you could stop it. His arms rubbed up and down your back the longer he held you there, almost like a final moment to lean on one another before you had to say goodbye eventually. Beneath your palm, his heart beat exuberantly loud, so much so that you might’ve heard the prayers it whispered. “Stop crying now. The baby might feel sad too. We’ll both be alright – we just have to get through this.”

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SUSTAINABILITY HACKS THAT ANYONE CAN DO EASILY

- stop using paper towels. buy a swedish dishcloth instead and/or un-paper towels or just cut up old clothing to make rags if you can’t afford to buy those

- stop purchasing most cleaning products! i rarely buy cleaning products anymore. what i do is i dilute 3 parts water and 1 part white vinegar and use that to clean most of my surfaces and floors and even the sink, toilet, and shower! i usually put that in a spray bottle and it makes life easier

- stop buying most things new, unless its absolutely essential: things like toothbrush, socks, and underwear usually have to be bought new and my advice for you is choose a more sustainable option meaning maybe invest in higher quality socks and undergarments that last longer, buy from a company that uses sustainable materials and pays their workers a living wage, etc. Bamboo toothbrushes are also an option, they are much better for the earth. but the most important thing is to use what you already have first!

- buy things in bulk when/if possible. for example, i buy bar shampoo and conditioner as well as bar dish soap from a specific company i adore online. what i do is i usually stock up on these items and buy multiple at once to last me 6 months - 1 year instead of ordering multiple times continuously. buying things in bulk is often also cheaper -- especially items that are non perishable! it is less packaging waste a lot of the time and can be used to refill your containers for certain items.

- if you need something specific, check facebook marketplace, thrift shops, depop, ebay, and see if you can find it secondhand first. even buying something brand new from a sustainable company isn’t always the most sustainable option. using something already made that someone else doesn’t need anymore is more sustainable than buying a brand new one

- do things digitally! send online invites, submit hw online (if its an option), buy digital copies of books instead of hardcopies, find required textbook PDFs online instead of buying the physical copy

- buy secondhand gifts! again, through thrift-shops or online, avoid one time gifts like balloons, maybe get a secondhand book from an online website or the thrift shop, if you know they collect (x) items, find them online if you can! or maybe they would appreciate a belt? perhaps a watch, or an antique clock? or even a nice pair of wool socks!

-invest in a bidet attachment. these can be attached to your current toilet and are around $40 online, and then you may even be able to install them yourself if you look at youtube videos (its not hard at all) or hire someone to install them! saves so much toilet paper

- FIX THINGS. REPAIR ITEMS AND CLOTHING. don’t throw things out when they’re broken or ripped. try fixing them first

- recycle your (worthless) electronics, you can do this at bestbuy, microcenter, and other places. things like smart watches that are dead, old/broken phones and computers, cords, reusable batteries etc. make sure to call ahead and ask if they will take that certain item -- my microcenter store takes everything except for very old monitors and tvs and lithium batteries

- SELL YOUR CLOTHES/OTHER ITEMS! did you know most of the things donated at thrift shops end up in a landfill anyway? if you have stuff worth selling, you should sell them! if they aren’t worth selling, try seeing if a friend or family member would like them for free. posting on fb marketplace for free can also work -- sometimes people will come pick it up on the same day! if all else fails, repurpose it into a rag for cleaning or something else!

- buy less overall. this is one sure way to be more sustainable. i care about each and every single item that i own and before buying something else, i ask myself if i truly would want it or if its just an impulse buy. i’ve gotten to the point now after many years where upwards of 50% of my closet is thrifted/secondhand, but this did not happen overnight!

#sustainability #i needed to post this bc of the amount of things i see being advertised constantly #sustainable #eco friendly

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kuroashibish · 2 years

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Idk what to call this

This is my first time writing so bear with me.

At first Senku wouldn't really mind if you're going around the others and asking them this specific thing that got you curious.

There would be times you would hang out with Gen more and this makes him annoyed and yet at the same time, happy for you that you got yourself a new friend. He know how you struggle with making friends so the least he could do is avoid getting jealous of Gen.

Ah, now he had enough. Ryusui, who's a literal flirt, had been making you laugh like crazy. He had never seen you laugh that way with him nor smile like that with him. It made him feel something on his chest.

He wants to be the only one to do that but he's busy rebuilding the humanity with the help of those people who he gets jealous of. And you understanding it doesn't want to be a hindrance on his way. You know how important it is to him.

That day, he didn't even bothered to spare a glance at you nor spoken a word with you. He was giving you the silent treatment he knows you don't deserve.

He made the work for Ryusui harder more than it already was. Made Gen so busy so he wouldn't have the time to talk to you and did the same to the others.

Nigh time falls soon, the kingdom of science have fallen into their sleep because of how bossy Senku got.

You're with Senku at a tent you built with the help of people from the village.

"Senku?"

"Hmm?" he hummed without looking at you and continued.

"can we cuddle?" you are really vocal about what you want and that's one of the things Senku liked about you.

"Go to sleep I'll be busy"

And with that you sighed and turned your back from him, covering yourself with a blanket.

He heard that disappointed sigh but he couldn't just bring himself to cuddle with you after remembering the way you laughed at Ryusui's jokes or how you smile as you talk about the things you love with Gen.

You missed him, Senku who would always at least try to show that he loves you still in his own ways. But lately he's been busy, like really busy. At the first few weeks of being in the Ishigami Village he would still make time for you and now he always say, "I'm busy, go ask Gen, Ryusui or Chrome about it."

It went on for weeks and now it's your birthday.

Most of the people you're with probably knows it's your birthday today. Gen gave you flowers as a gift for her couldn't really buy you anything from this stone world. While Ryusui just gave you a lot of those 'money'.

Senku of course witnessed when Gen gave you those flowers and got irritated by it.

You didn't want to others to tell Senku that it's your birthday today and told them to just go on with their day.

As the day went on, Senku didn't even greet you a happy birthday. You just convinced yourself that he has a lot of things going on with his mind that time and it isn't a big deal

The next day, Senku heard you conversing with Gen again. Curious, he eavesdropped as he pretend to do the task at hand

"Did Senku gave you anything yesterday?"

He was confused on why Gen asked that. What was yesterday? It's just any normal day, right?

"Oh, yeah he actually gave me a birthday gift last night! It was a really pretty bracelet."

He paused at what he was doing, suddenly remembering why you asked him if he forgot anything last night

"No I didn't, I'm pretty sure I already did all of the things I needed to do."

"I see.. anyways, I'm gonna go to sleep. Good night, Senku"

He looked at where you are, seeing you showing Gen the bracelet he already gave you back when this all happened.

Gen knows that you were lying to him of course. The eyes don't lie and your eyes are filled nothing but sadness.

"It's really pretty, huh? I'm sure it took a lot of time crafting that," he said going along with your acting.

"Yeah, it is. I'm just glad he didn't forgot."

#senku x reader #senku Ishigami x reader #dr stone #dr stone fanfics #dr stone x reader #Ishigami senku x reader

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thepaininurneck · 3 years

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Okay, wow, never in my life did I think a music video involving giving Satan a lap dance would delve into a conversation about gay rights ( and how gay men are portrayed in media ), but Lil Nas X broke the world with MONTERO, so here I am. We’ve got three things here that I think are important - Internet culture, religion, sexuality. These are the things that I think people are getting too uptight over/not upset enough over, and I wanna rant for a bit, so bear with me on this one.

First, I LOVED MONTERO. I’m a whore for religious imagery/theming/etc. being used in media, and as a former Christian and an openly gay woman, it makes me very happy to see it used in a spiteful manner. MONTERO was gorgeous - sexual, unapologetic, and so clearly pulling straight from Biblical stories. The religion used commonly against us ( here in the US, at least, because I know other religions can be just as oppressive, if not worse, and Christianity isn’t the dominant religion everywhere ) being used in a way that’s expressive of our lives is beautiful. The very clear message of “Oh, I’m going to hell? That’s okay,” is perfect - for so many LGBT people in this country, we’ve been told that we’re condemned to eternal punishment because of something we can’t help. LNX took that in stride and made it art, with MONTERO and the video. I am in full support of it and will be throwing it on my horny playlist.

But here’s why I think this is so important - MONTERO’s release has exposed, in my opinion, where the real issues lie in Western culture. WAP did this too, a little - both of these songs, and their accompanying videos, were criticized using children. “Children watch you”, “how could you expose kids to this”, etc. were complaints hurled at Cardi B and LNX over their music. And in LNX’s case, people used his previous success with Old Town Road - I saw one tweet saying Old Town Road is “every kid’s anthem”, and that their children love Old Town Road. Which is problematic - how can you complain about MONTERO, but allow your child to listen to a song with lyrics such as “Lean all in my bladder”, “Cheated on my baby, you can go and ask her”, “Bull riding and boobies” - Old Town Road is not a child-friendly song by any means, but LNX didn’t include naked breasts, or ( as far as I’m aware ) market the song in a way that showcased those lyrics. So parents let their children enjoy their funny horse song, never looking into the words their kids were hearing daily. But with MONTERO, because they saw at a glance that it was an issue, they assumed this meant the previously “child-friendly” artist LNX, the man behind the funny horse song, was suddenly trying to indoctrinate their children. When in reality, LNX has never catered to kids. He’s always been open about his music and himself, and it’s entirely the parents’ faults for not better monitoring what media their children take in. It is never the responsibility of the creator to change their content for an audience they didn’t want. MONTERO, and WAP, both exposed just how internet culture has allowed parents an excuse to be lazy, hands-off pieces of shit, and demonize creators further.

MONTERO also exposed how homophobia continues to follow us, in how many comments there were calling LNX predatory, claiming he was indoctrinating children and pushing agendas - and, with Kaitlin Bennet’s actual racist comments, now he’s being slandered. ( if you didn’t see that beef, TLDR: Kaitlin asked “do you still see your dad?” w/ blatant intent to hurt, LNX replied with “yeah and I’ll fuck yours”, to which Kaitlin accused him of threatening to rape her father and several small, conservative ‘journalists’ ran with it ). I don’t like throwing around the word homophobia, but this isn’t new - gay men have been called predatory for a long time and demonized for even small gestures like holding hands. And now, an openly gay man made a video celebrating his sexuality ( which isn’t a new topic: look at any music video from the early 2000s for more examples of people expressing sexuality ) and given fuel to these idiots to continue pushing their narrative of “gay man predator, gay man bad”. Fortunately, it’s a lot less than it would’ve been thirty years ago. But the fact that it still happens on this scale, enough that journalists pick it up as a story, and governors, Candace Owens and other prominent homophobic conservative figures jump on the bandwagon....it’s sad. A man celebrating his sexuality shouldn’t be demonized the way it is, and MONTERO is doing an amazing job at spitting in people’s faces.

Cutting myself short here, I think MONTERO was a gift. It’s a work of art in many ways, but the social response it generated is also a blessing in that it shows what we need to prioritize - which is self responsibility. No one is forcing you to watch the gay man give Satan a lap dance, nor are they forcing you to buy his shoes. No one will ever force you into that - you, a consenting adult/teenager, willingly watched it. You’re reading this now of your own choice. If your child is watching MONTERO, you should blame yourself if you’re mad - why didn’t you monitor them better? Teach them to avoid things they don’t recognize online? You failed as a parent to protect your child from what you deem harmful. That isn’t anyone’s fault except your own as their active guardian.

Sex, talking about sex, grinding, lap dances....those aren’t new to music videos. They’ve been happening for decades, actually - early 90’s and 2000’s videos had a lot, and I think some 80’s had them. MONTERO didn’t invent NSFW music videos, the only difference is it’s gay and dared to use religious imagery ( which also isn’t new, but that’s another rant I don’t want to get into ). For once, I actually agree with the masses - this outrage was mostly fueled by homophobia and dumb Christians. And to any Christians reading this ( that didn’t get offended, because if you got genuinely upset by this drama, fuck you ); you’re cool.

Anyways, yeah. I think MONTERO was awesome, LNX killed it as always, and I hate conservatives. Goodnight.

#lil nas x #lnx #I sound like an sjw #but in a good way #might burn down a church later idk #Davey sleepy rants

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multiples-fandomswontkillme · 3 years

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

#metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family #victoria metal family #chess metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family dee #metalfamily #metal family heavy

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