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redlightdistrict-emuniverse · 2 years

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I'm happy to see that the blog's doing well, Em <3

After mulling this over for a bit, I finally got an idea for an ask lololol.

So, I was thinking about an SO who as Scarlet, works in the red light district. This SO has been forced into indebtured servitude as a way to pay for their parents debt, and they've known the gang since they were young, basically childhood friends.

Knowing this, what would everyone do/react to their SO asking them to escape together or if they're the ones asking the SO to escape together, knowing that there are ears and eyes everywhere, after all nothing goes unnoticed in this place. Pls be as angsty as possible. (They get caught, one of them gets cold feet, etc.)

Such a tragic fate, isn't it? The red light district has never been known for nice stories with beautiful endings after all, has it?

TW: Angst, murder, kidnapping, torture, important character deaths.

Also, long post. EDIT: My ass really missed the childhood friends trope I'm so sorry Q_Q I hope this is still okay though UEEUEUEUEEU I can re-write it if you want just send me an ask again <3 -Emiwee stoopid

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Scarlet

Scarlet was always unfortunate, not only had she been caged forever since birth but someone just as important as her was in the same position... And that hurt more than her own fate. She would cut her own wings and give them to you if that'd assure you'd be free from this place and fly far, far away.

Her wings are so tainted by now though, Scarlet is not sure how you could use them to fly.

She was already ready to resign to her horrible fate and die with it, but when you so sweetly and hopefully asked to escape with her, she almost had hope too. You reminded her of those old memories of a young Scarlet who believed she could ever be free too, before her hopes were grabbed and crushed within reach. Was it really possible for either of you to be free? The dark alleys as insecure as they were, it was the home for "filth" like her... But you surely didn't deserve to be called such thing.

And because you didn't deserve it, she gave you her so usual smile and agreed to it all. She seemed secure, she seemed to really think you'd be free... That night when you both were preparing to run, you even could feel hope in the way she grabbed your face and kissed you so deeply it seemed to burn deeply into your lips, leaving a mark forever in there.

"No matter what happens or what you hear, you have to run and keep running, alright?"

With both your hands firmly clasped together, you started running out towards the gates. The clouds seemed to hide the moonlight, giving you more opportunity to hide and you had turned to beam a smile to Scarlet, but you were unable to tell her expression due to the darkness surrounding you both. It was when the sound of a single gunshot made you bite down a gasp and her hand let go to push you.

"Remember what I told you! I'm right behind you!"

And so you ran and ran, your back merging with the darkness and taking you away forever from that place. The moonlight finally poured under Scarlet, blood pouring from her shoulder as a single tear fell from her face but she had a beautiful smile put on. "Fly, and be free... My heart will always be right behind you" with that whisper she turned back, raising her hands in surrender to the giant amount of people pointing her with guns.

"...Don't worry, I won't run away again."

Haru

You two had met simply by accident, but it was the most beautiful accident in his life. Every day he did something stupid, and sure, he was probably not the luckiest person out there but whenever he was with you he felt like anything could be done, that he was worth so much more than he could ever thought. Haru would never thought that waiting for his friend Leandro to finish his shift would guide him into such a beautiful person as you.

You are the only reason he ever continues to come back.

Haru could barely process the fact you were caged to this place forever... How? Why? What did you even do to deserve this kind of destiny so cruel?

"I- I..." your pleads to be freed, to escape with him, it seemed all like a movie to him. In movies, the leads usually manage to escape and find their happy ending... But what would he do if that doesn't happen? He felt panic on the pit of his stomach. He could run, he could fight, he was willing to do all of that for you, but just how big is the thing you guys are fighting against?

Would it really end with just some punches and kicks?

"...Snow" he usually used that nickname when he felt like you were so small and fragile that he wanted to hold you in his hands. Haru was aware that wasn't possible. "Do you have a plan...?" he needed to know it all, what can he help you with? How can he make sure you're safe?

And a plan you had. A very risky one, but one that Haru was willing to take. That night he had entered the gates in the same way he was used to, but he wasn't sure if he'd be going out of them this time. You both met and hugged stronger than ever. He gave you a change of his own clothes and used his coat to cover up so you could change. Trembling, he nodded to you.

You walked naturally together, trying to walk past the first gate and... It worked. No one paid attention to you both as you made your way out, and you could taste it, a new life with your most beloved boyfriend. Until before the last gate, everything was suddenly so quiet it could be felt in your bones. Hands seemed to come out of nowhere from the alleys and both you and Haru got grabbed, it was so swift, so fast, your hands could only barely touch before you both were dragged away from each other to never met again.

The way his eyes looked at you that day, it's a memory you could barely remember now, under the darkness of the alleys.

Nova

Nova met you when he was dragging one of his workers from one of those brothels, after he had been found out to be missing for days. The Nova of that day seemed cold, sharp and absolutely not willing to interact with you or anyone of that place. Yet something attracted you two together, maybe it was the way that cold exterior was just hiding the softest person on the inside, or the way your situation made Nova's instincts kick and want to keep you safe. The red light district was a place Nova has always kept an eye on, in a more powerful way than most people could tell.

When you suggested escaping, he wasn't surprised. His eyes softened, looking at your figure and pulling his tinted glasses away to sigh. "...You can't escape" it was a rather cold and harsh blunt reality. "...But I'm not leaving you here either" Nova was rarely weak with anything...

But you, you made him so weak, so weak he couldn't contain these emotions of needing you safe.

"...I can't tell you right now how, it's not safe." it was all he was going to say about this matter, and it was the way he seemed to brush over your words what left your heart hurting; was he really worried? Did he really intend to do anything about it? ...Were just part of his fun? It was common to have these thoughts, but keeping quiet is all you could do.

So you decided to take your own destiny into your hands. You didn't need anyone's help, not even his. Whatever fate had for you... You'll take it.

...

Not so many days after, Nova had shown up on the brothel, dressing up in a fancy suit and many other bodyguards and men behind him. He was here to talk of important matters, first of all, to dismantle this brothel due to the horrible ways of forcing people into sex labor and also to get the freedom of all the women being forced to work here. His posture was confident and firm, he had all the things he needed to destroy this entire business, and even more powerful people under his arm.

It was on his plans to free you all even before you told him you were a prisoner of this place; he knew, way before that, all that is going on here. He just needed more information, more proof, more things to finally put an end to it. And you gave it all to him, he couldn't wait to finally have you free on his arms. It was until everything had gone down and dismantled that he kept seeing the women rush to safety...

That no matter how many women walked out, you were not there. Where did you go? What did they do to you? Are you perhaps going outside for a stroll while this all happened?

To this day, he is still searching for you, to this day, he is still crushing his head and heart and beating himself up for not being fast enough for you. Only once, he just wants... To see you once more.

Leandro

It was a matter of time he'd meet with someone there. Yet... He didn't expect that he'd fall so deeply in love with you. Your smile, the way your eyes looked at his and even the way you spoke and walked, it was all imprinted in his brain, and it was so silly but so... So inevitable. Leah knows, you're not free in this district. Unless you've joined here by choice, you're most likely a prisoner of the darkness and the red lights, meant to live and die here.

Yet that didn't stop his brain for searching for ideas to help you be free. The safest choice was to buy your freedom, but he didn't make enough money to free you soon, and even with you both saving together it'd take at least a few years before you could barely make enough money to try.

"Love, listen to me" Leah held your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs on your cheeks, and giving you a smile to reassure you. "We have to find a way, I'm sure there must be one. I mean- not like you're the first one who ever tried, right? But! We can't risk it, we have to think of this with a cold head" or that's what one of his best friends would say, anyway.

You would visit sometimes on his host bar to talk of ways to plan your escape, and everything seemed to be working perfectly. You had set a date where you would use the bad weather to mix and hide, plus use the excuse of Leandro as a host to imply you were just another client walking out of the district... Everything was so well done, but the walls seemed to have ears and whisper back everything you had said.

On one of your meetings, just a day prior your escape day, you and Leandro had been surrounded by men from your brothel and captured. You both woke up on a rather ominous place where you couldn't tell the time, and a single wall separated you from Leandro. Your screams were enough to drive him crazy, and no matter how many limbs they'd cut from him he'd still call your name in hopes you were somehow, still alive.

But was being alive worth it at all now? Would death have been better? ...Maybe never meeting would've made it easier for you both? Would you still be safe, out there?

His thoughts were filled only with your name, as a last cut to his throat filled his view with darkness and death guided his dreams.

#childhood friends #unknown narrator #its 6 am and i havent slept shit i hope this is okay moniiii #btw my brain totally missed the trope im so sorry lack of sleep does this to me KSAJSKJD #rld - answered #rld - Scarlet #rld - Haru #rld - Nova #rld - Leandro #rld - Leah #Moni ask #rld asks #rld scenarios

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sappymix1 · 10 months

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ahhh I'm in central

oh cool! i don’t really go down that far super often but a lot of my school friends live in central va :)

#asks #anon #waaaah i miss my friends #why am i the only nova girlie in choir 😭

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itostea · 6 months

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rings (gojo x wife! reader)

in which you want your arranged husband to finally give you a ring

warnings: arranged marriage au (part of the gojo's wife series), gojo calls you his wife, suggestive bc gojo is a menace, reader lowkey downbad, i'm back after 4(?) months oops & lmk if i’m missing anyone for the tag list

There’s a gentle breeze that escapes from the open windows of the cafe you sit in, the quiet chatter blending in with the bossa nova jazz that plays from the speakers. Only a few people reside in the building–some of which include students, friend groups, or strangers just hoping for a nice cup of coffee.

Your eyes flit to Utahime using a straw to make circles in her drink. She was the one who recommended this cafe, referring to it as an “underground” location–a phrase that you would’ve not expected her to use. Correctly at that.

“How are you doing with that idiot,” your other friend, Shoko asks. “Do you guys still sleep in separate rooms?”

You watch her reach for a cigarette and frown, your hand slapping hers lightly. “There's a ‘no smoking policy’ here. And to answer your question, no we’re not. We’ve been sleeping in the same room for a little over a month now.”

“On the same bed?”

“Yes?”

“And that’s it?” She drawls, arching an elegant brow as she puts her box of cigarettes away–taking another sip of her black coffee. “Nothing else? You know, like clothes gone, french kissing–”

“Yes that’s it! Keep it down here,” you hiss, shooting another glare at Utahime who stifles a laugh by pretending to drink her tea.

Shoko rolls her eyes, taking another sip of her coffee–this time narrowing her eyes at you. “So why are you sulking?”

“I’m not sulking.”

“Yes you are,” she retorts and you frown when you hear Utahime agree. They’ve always been so sharp. “Something’s bothering you so tell us.”

You purse your lips, gripping your cup a bit tighter as you heave a sigh. You’re avoiding their gazes, biting the inside of your cheek. “It’s stupid.”

“We’re not gonna judge you,” Utahime gives you a reassuring smile, nudging Shoko who tries to take out her cigarette box again.

“Okay,” you start. “Something feels like it’s missing. Not that it’s ‘Toru–”

“You call him ‘Toru?” Shoko laughs quietly, rolling her eyes when you narrow your eyes at her. She sighs. “Continue.”

“There's nothing wrong with ‘Toru and I feel like I’m expecting something from him. We’re making progress with the whole husband and wife thing but I guess I just want,” you pause. “I guess I’m just wondering when he’s gonna give me a ring…”

They both blink at you, with Utahime making a sound with her throat. “There’s no way that idiot’s that stupid.”

“But that makes sense. The wedding just happened on paper since the elders wanted Gojo to get married quickly,” Shoko adds. “So? What are you gonna do? Drop hints?”

“That’s not really my way of doing things…”

Shoko rolls her eyes for the nth time, frowning at the lack of coffee in her cup. “Things would be a lot easier between you two if you just communicated,” she says, holding a hand up when you’re about to respond. “But I say give him some time. Gojo might be a lot sharper than he lets on.”

You replay your friend’s words in your head as you dice the carrots mindlessly–throwing them in a bowl with chopped up potatoes. Ever since Gojo told you that he hardly has any time to cook with the sudden rise of curses, you’ve been wanting to surprise him with a home cooked meal: curry rice. After all, you were finally granted some leisure time after a mission so you were more than happy to set up a surprise.

Not that it was much of a surprise since he was home earlier than usual–not that you were mad since it was rare for him to arrive home just a little after you did. You perk up, catching a glimpse of his boyish grin that seems to spread across his face. “Oh? What’s this?”

You clear your throat, feeling a bit bashful at how pretty his smile was. “I’m making dinner for us since we haven’t been able to have a home cooked meal in a while.”

“Well, aren't I a lucky guy?” He ruffles your hair as if it were a habit of his, his eyes as soft as his voice the moment he leans down. “You mind if I take a shower first? I promise it’ll be quick.”

“Your shower’s are never quick,” you comment, giggling at how he acts as if he’s been caught. As he leaves, you feel yourself getting giddy at how wide his grin had been when he saw you. You wonder if he always looked at you like that and you have to mentally calm yourself down by reminding yourself to not get too excited.

By the time you set the plates down, you already hear the padding of his feet against the marble floor. He’s dressed comfortably in a pair of sweats and a pullover, sitting in front of you. He smiles again, murmuring a low “hello” as if somewhat shy.

You smile in return, observing him as he takes a bite of the food you made. Your heart stops for a few seconds, gauging his expression for any sign of disgust–feeling it explode in your chest when he eats it like a starved man. “Is it good?”

“So good,” he answers without hesitation, flashing another grin at you–the same grin that makes you feel warm inside. “My wife’s so talented.”

“It’s just curry rice,” you respond, feeling a bit sheepish at how easily he sings praises to you. You realize you’ve been watching him eat for a little over than a minute, your hands reaching to the utensils to try your own food.

The conversation takes off naturally. He’s asking about your day at work and you do the same; he teases you and you shoot another remark at him. It’s all good-natured until he pauses, looking a little hesitant. “Listen (Name),” his voice is lower, nervous. “I know I should've done this before but it really didn’t cross my mind…”

Your reaction is instantaneous as much as you try to hide it. The ring. Was he going to give you one? Your eyes flit to his furrowed brows and the way he pokes the inside of his cheek. If he’s this nervous, then it should be pertaining to a ring right? You’re already answering before he can finish. “Yes.”

He blinks, peering directly at you. “Really?”

“Really,” you nod, your smile wide as you lean a bit closer to the table.

He breaks out in a large smile, breathing a sigh of relief. “Wow I didn’t know you liked Netflix so much.”

All of a sudden, the delusions you’ve been building up topple like dominos. Your voice’s stuck in your throat as a wave of bemusement hits you. “Huh?”

“I was gonna give you my Netflix account! I completely forgot to give you it for a while and the kids have been on my ass about it.”

“Y-Your Netflix account?” You murmur in disbelief, wondering if sharing a Netflix account was a golden rule couples had to obey.

It was Gojo’s turn to be confused, his pretty blues blinking at you. “That’s what we’re talking about right?”

Disappointment drenches you from top to bottom but you quickly mask it with an easy going smile. “Yeah! I love Netflix…”

You breathe a sigh of relief, mentally applauding yourself for not mentioning anything about a ring. You take another bite of your food, not noticing the way Gojo looks at you–gulping as if hiding a secret of his own.

“I want to give you something,” your husband’s voice is gentle, velvety as he pulls you towards the couch.

He smells good, you think to yourself–earthy and fresh. It’s faint yet it’s enough to make you dizzy. “Something?”

“That’s right,” he coos, grinning down at you from the couch. Again, you have that undeniable feeling of hope choking you, trying your hardest not to show your excitement as he reaches in his pocket.

Yet, instead of a small, round object, you’re faced with a card. A black card. Not a ring. Your lips part in shock as the initial disappointment becomes surprise. “I can’t take this!”

You’re left with more disbelief at how his expression seems to fall dramatically. “Why not…?”

“Because I just can’t!”

“But you’re my wife and I wanna spoil you,” he tries to reason and you have to try not to swoon how he calls you his wife even though you already know it. You clear your throat, shaking your head rapidly.

“I can’t ‘Toru–”

“Yes you can,” he huffs, his lips falling into a pout that you would’ve found funny if he didn’t just hand you his card. “Trust me on this one. You’ll make me happy if you use it. So treat yourself, alright?”

You frown, murmuring another protest and stopping when he glances at you from under his shades, his lips curling into a coy smile once he sees the guilt in your eyes–his mind piecing things together. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?” He ruffles your hair once more, making your heart do another jump. “Just take it. Please?”

You think he’s doing it on purpose–the way he looks at you as if you’re a diamond among rocks. It’s hard not to say no when someone looks at you like that–harder when it’s Gojo. You sigh. “Fine. But I’m not gonna use it often.”

He grins that smile you like again, his thumb grazing your jaw. “That’s my girl.”

You avert your eyes at his binding smile, ignore how he seems to enjoy teasing you a bit too much. You sigh, ignoring the way your heart flutters all over again. And with the way he watches you, you think his stomach’s doing somersaults as well

It’s early in the morning, dark in the room you share with Gojo–the sun barely awake just as you were. There’s the sound of quiet shuffling, the spot next to your empty. It must be one of those missions, you think to yourself.

You hear him murmur a low curse at the sound of something dropping, feeling amusement at how he tries to quietly put the item back in its original place. You think of falling asleep again but your gut tells you to stay awake, still listening to his quiet pacing.

You feel how the mattress slightly dips, his cologne filling your senses–luring you to sleep. Out of sheer willpower, you try not to react as his fingers reach down to graze your cheek–try not to open your eyes to see what kind of expression he wore. You wonder if he did this every time he had a mission so early in the morning, feeling an unfamiliar feeling tug at your heart.

His voice is barely above a whisper as he leans down. “I’ll be back home by dinner today. I promise.”

Part of you debates on falling asleep and it wins, until you feel him shuffle a bit closer. And just like that, you feel cold metal slip on your finger–your ring finger. The material fits perfectly around your finger and your hand twitches as you hear him stand up to leave.

It hits you a bit later than you’d expect and you would’ve never thought realization would sound like the front door opening. You scramble out of bed, tripping on the blankets as you smile so hard it hurts.

“Toru?! Wait! Don't leave yet! Toru come back!”

And like you hoped, he looks back, the metal of a ring similar to yours greets you.

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presidentalpaca · 2 years

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i hope my old online friends who disappeared from tumblr are doing okay and have wonderful, fulfilling lives filled with love and excitement

#i was going through my old saved asks and saw dave #rlly miss him #and ofc also tabris and nova and asriel and everyone else #but esp dave #i think i might've loved him tbh but at least he was one of my best friends #babbles

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pholla-jm · 7 months

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Flirting Gone Wrong

IMAGINE: FLIRTING GONE WRONG - SATORU X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE Nova's Notes: This is set when Satoru is in high school. ***********************

It is no secret that Gojo is a flirtatious man. He is pretty confident about it too. He knew he was handsome, there was no person that wouldn’t want to be with him. With just one flirtatious smile, that person would be wrapped around his finger.

So he was confused as to why you weren’t falling for his usual flirtatious antics. He would give you small touches, but you would just brush them off. Every time he would send you his famous smile while looking into your eyes, you would just smile back at him. Your smile would make him falter instead. You didn’t know it, but you now had him wrapped your finger.

All of his flirting attempts would fail and he would become a flustered mess. He really just wanted his flirting to work and make you his.

His first attempt:

You were studying for an upcoming exam. You needed to ace this test because if you didn’t then you would fail the class. You were so focused on the material in front of you, you didn’t notice that your best friend, Gojo Satoru, was staring at you.

He was admiring how concentrated you look. Your eyebrows were slightly pulled together, your lips pursed into a small pout and you were twirling your pencil in between his fingers. He was just so awe-struck by your cuteness, he couldn’t help the words to come out of his mouth.

“You’re so cute.” He mumbles.

You were too focused on your work to even correctly hear what he said. “What did you say?” You ask, finally pulling yourself away from your work.

Satoru’s eyes widened slightly. He didn’t mean to say those words.

“I said you look like a boot.”

Your lips pull into a disgusted frown, “what is that supposed to mean?” Satoru silently curses to himself. He didn’t mean to dig himself into a deeper hole. But it was the hill he was willing to die on.

“It means you look like a boot.” “Yeah? Well you look like a q-tip. Now leave me alone.”

You turn back to your studies, the aggravated look on your face now fading away. Instead there was a small smile on your face. Satoru noticed this and was relieved that it didn’t turn completely south. “You wound me.” He says before pulling out his phone for his own distraction.

His second attempt:

If anyone were to look at you two, they would assume that you two were on a date.

But you weren’t.

Satoru wishes that it was a date though.

The two of you were walking around, trying to find some sweets to snack on. The two of you settled on ice cream. Well not really, you wanted ice cream so Satoru agreed, even if he didn’t want ice cream.

You got strawberry ice cream, and Satoru could swear that you were the happiest person on the planet right now. “Gosh, you’re so cute…” He mutters. You look at him, “what did you say?”

Of course you didn’t hear him.

“I said that you look like a fruit.” You just gave him a strange look, “that doesn’t even make sense.”

He knows. He doesn’t even know why he said it. He panicked and it was the first thing that came to his brain. Satoru just gives you his famous grin, “well it’s true.” You just laugh. Your laughter rings in his ears like a beautiful melody. Once your laughter dies down you smile at him and he swears that your smile was meant just for him. “Okay, I’ll indulge in this. What fruit do I look like?” “A strawberry.” He says without missing a beat. “Eh? Why a strawberry. Last I checked, my skin isn’t red.” “Mm, not yet. You eat so many strawberries, that one day you’re gonna look like one.”

You purse your lips at him, “you look like a baobab.”

Satoru sighs at your comment, “really? Because we’re both white? How original (y/n).” “No, because you’re both dusty.” Satoru lets out a shocked gasp at your words, “how cruel of you to say!”

His dramatics cause you to laugh while clutching your stomach. You were laughing so hard that your cheeks were turning red. “See!” Satoru shouts, “you’re already turning into a strawberry!” He says while pinching your reddening cheeks.

His third attempt:

“I just don’t understand why you have to be here at this hour.” You whisper to your best friend. He was currently in your dorm room… at four in the morning. “I woke up early and couldn’t go back to sleep.” “So you make that my problem?” “Yup!” He says, popping the ‘p’ while slinging his arm around your shoulders.

You look at him to see that he was looking at you with a shit eating grin.

However, Satoru was admiring your tired form. How messy your hair looked after being rudely awakened. The slight eye bags that were caused from endless hours of studying. He could still see the sleep in your eyes and if he let you, you could fall right back to sleep.

But what was the point when you had to get up in an hour anyway?

“Why did you wake up so early anyway?” You ask him. “Does there have to be a reason?”

Truth is, there was a reason. He was dreaming about you… and it got a little suggestive. He woke up and he simply couldn’t go back to sleep. So his solution was to come bother you.

You just look up at him, “yeah. I guess you’re right.” “I was just thinking…’ He mutters but you somehow heard that.

“Oh yeah? Thinking? I hope you didn’t hurt yourself.” Satoru slightly elbows you, “that’s not nice.” You could see the slight pout on his lips and all you can do is crack a smile. “Fine. What were you thinking about?”

“I was just thinking… about how strange I feel about you.” He was staring off into the distance, not really noticing how he almost confessed his feelings for you. However, it went right over your head. You never really took him seriously and you just smiled about. “So you’re telling me that lil ol’ me makes the strongest sorcerer feel weird? Do you have a fever or something?”

Satoru scoffs at your words, “as if. You couldn’t make me waver if you tried.” “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?” Before he could say another word, you had flung your pillow at his face. A gasp falls from his lips as he stumbles a little bit. He grabs another pillow, swinging it right back at you. Harder than what he meant to. The force of his hit causes you to fall back and hit the back of your head. All though, it didn’t hurt. “Ow,” while laughing and rubbing the back of your head.

“Are you okay??” Satoru frantically asks while grabbing onto you. You didn’t notice how close your bodies were. Or how his hand caressed the back of your head. You could feel his warm breath brush against your skin and you were now painfully aware how close he was.

You could feel the warmth of his body pressing against yours, and even in the dim lighting in your room, you could see every little facial feature on him.

He wasn’t wearing his glasses, his eyes shining the most. He was so close that you noticed how perfect his skin was, like almost all of his pores were nonexistent. His lips were a glossy shade of pink, and for the first time you wondered what they felt like.

It was so unfair how pretty he was.

“Yeah.” You slightly whisper. Too afraid that if you spoke too loud it would ruin the moment. There were no other words spoken in between you two. Instead, he just leans forward. His lips are getting closer and closer to yours. He was about an inch away from you, ready to delve in. That was until your alarm went off.

The loud blare of your alarm causes the both of you to jump back from each other. Both faces are equally red from what just happened.

“I… I gotta get ready for school now. So get out of my room.” You say while pushing the lanky boy out of your room. Once the door was shut, you let out a big breath trying to calm your racing heart. On the other side, Satoru has a large grin on his face. Happy that he was able to get this close to you. He was determined to go all the way next time.

His fourth attempt:

The drink in your hand was the most interesting thing in the world for you right now. You didn’t really want to witness the flirting that was going on right beside you.

Satoru had dragged you out to this party, claiming that you needed a break from all the studying that you do. However, you would rather be cooped up inside than watching Satoru flirt with another girl.

You could hear her giggles as Satoru talks to her. Her body is a little too close to him for your own comfort. Her hand slaps his shoulder every once in a while.

“I don’t know what’s so funny about him anyway.” You mutter to yourself while swirling the liquid in your cup. You would know that he wasn’t that funny anyway. Rather annoying, in your opinion.

“What was that darling?” The man that infuriated your thoughts was now speaking to you. “Nothing.” You quickly spit out, “it’s nothing.” “Hmm,” he smirks at the frown on your face, “are you sure it doesn’t have anything to do with that girl flirting with me.” You scoff at his words, “yeah right. You were doing all the flirting from where I was sitting.”

Satoru just laughs, “don’t worry. You’re the only one for me.”

His words struck a nerve in you, causing you to freeze up in shock.

The only one for him.

Your lips then form into a small pout, “well now it sounds like you’re trying to flirt with me.” “Well, I have been. For a while now.” You were even more confused now. “Me? Why me?” “Because I like you, duh.”

Your face burns red at his words. Feeling stupid for not picking up at his flirting attempts from before. “Well… I like you too.” “Good. Then it should be alright if I do this then.”

He then leans forward, hands cupping your cheeks to place his lips on yours.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #satoru x reader #oneshot #gojou satoru x reader

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I just had to pick up little sister from a party cause she was like low-key drunk. Would you be able to do that scenario with papa Simon & and one of the kids

Asks are opeeennnn!

You were in a deep sleep when you were waken up by the sound of your phone ringing. Furrowing your brows when you realize the time, It was 2 in the morning. Simon, who was already up, barely asleep because his daughter wasn't home, he's already going for your phone. "Nova?" He says, voice deep, "No Mr. Riley, It's actually Sam." NovaLynn's friend says on the other end, "Sam, are you guys okay?" His heart beating in his chest, extremely hard.

"Me and Lynnie came to this party and well-" the young girl stumbles over her words, "Where are you?" Simon doesn't miss a beat, getting up and getting dressed. You were still confused on the bed. "Where's Nova?" He asks, pausing for a moment.

"She's here in the bathroom, with me, she had too much to drink and now she says she needs to go to the hospital." Simon lets out a grunt, "Talk to Mrs. Riley for a moment." He hands you the phone. Leaving the room to tell one of the boys you guys were going out to get their sister.

"Come on," Simon says, "I don't have pants on." You say slipping out of bed, "Find some." He's snappy when he's worried, always assuming the worst is happening.

You guys are both in the car, Simon's eyes are on the road while he's white knuckling the steering wheel. "This is the first and last time she hangs out with that girl." He mumbles, You let out a big sigh. "Simon they're kids, this was gonna happen sooner or later." You look at him, his shoulders are tense, he's biting the side of his cheek, just like he always does when he's mad.

When you guys find the house, he calls Nova's phone and waits outside of the car, Thats when Nova walks out of the house with her arm around Sam, "Dad I need to go to the hospital," She wails, Simon rolls his eyes and opens the back door for both of the girls.

"What's your home address?" He asks sam through the rearview, "Can I stay with Nova?" She looks over at you, "Sam, It's better if we get you home?" You give a polite smile. "Daddy my stomach," Nova cries, Simon says nothing. Sam eventually gives you her address, and you when you get there, you walk her to her front porch making sure she knocks. "Sammantha?" Her dad asks confused, "They were at a party." You say casually, "I'm Sorry?" He looks at his cc daughter.

You walk back to the car after exchanging info of what you thought you knew was going to happen. "Well thats done." You sigh, putting your seatbelt on, "Mom, I'm gonna throw up." Your daughter slurs from the backseat. "Hold it." Simon says sternly, "Stop," You pat his shoulder, "Open your door and stick your head out."

"I don't think I can," She whines, "So don't, keep your door closed and sit there." Simon scolds.

You guys get home and you sit on the rim of the bathtub holding your daughters hair while she hurls into the toilet. "I just want to lay on the floor." She says, "No, that's nasty," You grab her by her arms, lifting her between your legs. Her head resting on your thigh while you comb her curls out of her face.

"My dad's mad isn't he." She mumbles into your leg. "You bet." You say feeing her forehead for a fever. "You can sleep with me tonight," You say softly watching her eyes slowly close, "Cmon baby." You try and lift her, obviously she's now to big to manhandle her off to your room like you used to.

"Simon," You call for him, and when he comes, he looks at your daughter asleep between your legs, "Put her in our room." You say combing her hair. Simon picks her up and takes her to your guys room, placing her on the bed softly. Watching her sleep so peacefully like she didn't give him a miniature hear attack an hour ago.

The next morning she wakes up, looking like last nights decisions. "You have fun?" Simon asks, eating some granola still mad. Her shoulders slump as she slides in one of the chairs next to her brothers who dared to say nothing, so Simon wouldn't bite their heads off.

"Food," You put the plate in front of her, "You'll feel better." You say, placing a hand on her shoulder. "My stomachs hurting.." She says quietly, "That's too bad." Simon takes a seat before her, both of the boys heads are down, poking at their plates. "Eat." he points to her plate, "Simon," you warn.

"Can I just go lay back down?" She looks at you with pleading eyes, "No." Simon cuts you off before you say anything. Nova slumps back in her chair, trying to eat her eggs, almost gagging every time she gets a piece on her fork. "You and Sam aren't hanging out anymore," Simon starts, "Why?" She shrieks, "What if you got alcohol poisoning last night, or some one was stupid last night."

"Oh my god," she kisses her teeth, "It only takes on stupid decision" Simon holds up a finger, "Can I go mom?" Jude asks, finished with his plate, "Yeah,"

"No." Simon bites, "Simon, hush." You shush him, "Boys go." They both scurry to the living room. "I'm not gonna do it again, I'm sorry, I'll never go out and have fun, You happy?" She says,

"I'm extremely happy, now give me your phone and don't even think about using your computer." Simon yells, "This is so stupid, I can't do anything." She pushes her plate away from her and gets up to go to her room.

"Am I Insane for wanting to protect my daughter." Simon looks at you confused, "Yes!" Nova screams from her room upstairs, "You be quiet." He yells back, "Now I can't talk anymore!?' She screams, making you roll your eyes at both of their bickering.

"No you can't!" He screams from his chair.

"Shut up!" you scream at the two.

#lunden’s response ❀—#papa!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #cod #cod x reader #cod mwii

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hindahoney · 1 month

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Hello everyone.

Some of you may have noticed I went completely inactive for many months. I did not check my messages or notifications, and I deleted pretty much all of my social media except for this one (though I'm not sure why I kept this, maybe because I put so much work into it and met many amazing people here.)

I guess I'll update you all about what's been going on. I've been accepted to my dream law school and will be attending in the fall. For work, I was fortunate enough to be flown out to NYC for a symposium on antisemitism. I have picked up several new projects that, once the research is published, will hopefully provide some helpful insight into the state of contemporary antisemitism. I am also helping to edit some books for a professor and scholar of Holocaust/Antisemitism studies. Taking this break has been incredibly beneficial not just for my productivity, but also for my mental health.

I realized I needed to re-formulate my relationship with Judaism, separately from antisemitism. I want to love being Jewish not out of a reaction to being hated, but because it adds meaning and value to my life. I'm happy to say that this approach has healed me in many ways. I also noticed that spending time on here made me significantly more bitter, angry, and depressed. I didn't feel that with this mindset I could add to productive conversations around Judaism and antisemitism.

I don't yet intend on returning, if ever. I just wanted to update you about why I went missing for so long. I shifted my advocacy to the real-world, and am happy to see my efforts being realized. It is much more productive than arguing online, and makes an authentic and observable difference.

If you have room in your prayers for one more name, please keep Gili Adar in your mind. She was my friend who was murdered at the Nova festival. She was only 24.

Chag pesach sameach. Am yisrael chai.

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beskarandblasters · 11 months

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What Happens on Coruscant, Stays on Coruscant

Din Djarin x Cassian Andor x Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Din Djarin Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist

Summary: Three men stroll into a brothel on Coruscant one night looking for their own individual services. But when you’re the only worker available that night you decide you want to take on all of them at the same time.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, Poe, Cassian and the reader do not know Din’s name, sex work, reader has an alias she uses at the brothel (Nova), foursome/group sex, blowjob, handjob (but not to completion), nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, no use of y/n

“No one can know about this,” Mando says.

“I’m not gonna say shit,” Cassian responds.

“What are you so worried about?” Poe says, leading the other two men down the dimly lit street, “That your little cult is gonna find out and shun you?”

“It’s not a cult,” Mando sighs.

“Whatever you say,” Poe chuckles.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Cassian asks.

“I do, actually. We’re almost there. Just gotta hang a left at this next corner,” Poe says, matter of factly.

He turns left at the next corner, narrowly missing a giant puddle, and then stops at a neon sign reading “The Big Bang”.

“I thought you said this was a nice place,” Cassian says, raising an eyebrow at the flickering lights of the sign and the abysmal exterior.

“It is a nice place! Speaking from experience.”

“You would have experience,” Mando says under his breath.

“Gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Poe says, walking towards the door.

The door slides open and the three men step inside. The lobby is actually rather elegant, a stark contrast compared to the exterior and the street it was located on. Dimly lit with sleek black tiles on the floor and a tall counter at the back of the room. A slender woman with emerald robes and neatly manicured fingernails stands behind it, tapping her fingers on the counter mindlessly. Her face lights up when she sees Poe walk through the door.

“Mr. Dameron! Welcome back. I see you’ve brought some friends.”

She tilts her head in Mando’s direction.

“A Mandalorian? Been a while since we’ve had one of those,” she adds with a wink.

He’s thankful for the helmet, for everyone would be able to see how embarrassed he looks if he were without it.

Poe rests his arms on the counter and leans forward, shooting her a boyish grin.

“Got any openings for each of us tonight?”

She looks down on her holo-pad and her brow furrows.

“I’m afraid only one of our girls is available for the rest of tonight.”

“You’re killin’ me, Salva,” Poe teases.

“Let me go talk to her and see what she wants to do,” she says, turning and disappearing behind a curtain. She walks down the hallway a few feet and turns left, stopping at none other than your room.

“Dear?” Salva asks, giving your door a light knock.

You open the door and greet her with a smile.

“Yes?”

“I have three clients in the lobby right now. One of them is a regular, Mr. Dameron. I’m not sure if you’ve serviced him before.”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Oh he’s the best. Very good tipper. But none of the other girls are available tonight.”

“Hmm let me take a look at them first.”

“Of course.”

She steps aside and you follow her down the hallway, stopping at the curtain at the entrance to the lobby. You peek into the lobby and the three men don’t notice you as they talk amongst themselves. Two of the men have darker hair but one clean shaven and the other has full facial hair. But the one that sticks out the most is the Mandalorian in silver beskar, standing with his hands on his belt and rigid as a board. He seems the most nervous out of all of them.

You put the curtain back and turn to Salva.

“So what do you wanna do?”

“All of them at once.”

Her eyebrows raise, “Oh really?”

“Mhm. See if they’re okay with that and if they are, send them to my room,” you say, turning and walking back down the hallway.

Salva shakes her head and chuckles to herself before stepping back out into the lobby. The three men stop their conversation in her presence and fall silent, eager to hear what she has to say.

“Well boys you’re in for a real treat tonight,” she says with a smirk on her face.

“And that is?” Cassian asks.

“She has requested all three of you at the same time.”

“Uh I’m not sure-” Mando starts but Poe cuts him off.

“Fine with us!”

But before Mando could protest, Salva claps her hands together and says, “Great! They’ll be twelve hundred credits!”

Poe pulls the credits out of the pocket inside his jacket. The other two sigh and do the same. Salva collects the credits and slips them into a drawer behind the counter.

“Right this way!” she says, pulling back the curtain for them.

The three men follow her down the hallway. Cassian and Din look all around them at the interior whereas Poe stays focused on following Salva. She stops at your door and says, “Well, here she is, boys! You can call her Nova. Enjoy yourselves!”

And with that she walks down the hallway and returns to the lobby. Poe knocks on your door and awaits a response.

“Come in!” you call sweetly.

Poe opens the door slowly and steps in. Din and Cassian follow him and close the door behind them. You’re standing in front of the bed that’s in the middle of the room. The bed is adorned with silky red sheets and four posts at each corner with beams connecting across with black curtains hanging. You’re dressed in black lingerie with a matching silky robe that stops at your mid thigh.

“Well aren’t you a sweet thing, Nova,” Poe says, stepping closer and eyeing you up and down.

“Why thank you, Mr. Dameron,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“You can call me Poe, sweetheart. And this here is Cassian.”

Before he could finish you step closer to the Mandalorian and ask, “And what should I call you?” batting your eyelashes a tad. You’ve never had a Mandalorian client before and he’s certainly got your attention.

“Mando’s fine,” he says stiffly.

He seems nervous. You can’t wait to get under his skin.

“So how do you want to start?” Cassian asks.

“You tell me. I’m all yours tonight,” you say with a smirk.

You slip off your robe and watch Cassian and Poe’s mouths fall open. The visor of Mando’s helmet trails up and down your scantily clad form. You hang the robe up on a coat rack across the room before walking back over to the bed and sitting at the edge. Poe walks over and sits besides you, pressing kisses along your neck and sliding a hand up your thigh. Cassian followed suit, placing himself on your other side and fiddling with the strap of your bra.

“Take it off, Cassian,” Poe mutters against your skin.

Cassian obliges reaching a hand behind you and unclasping your bra. You slip it off and toss it on the floor, letting both men palm your breasts.

“Aren’t you gonna join, Mando?” you ask sweetly.

“Yeah c’mon, Mando,” Poe says, removing his mouth from your breast and looking over at him, “I know you can’t take the helmet off but you at least gotta take the gloves off and feel her tits.”

Poe moves to a different spot of the bed to let Mando take his place. He strokes himself at the sight of your naked top half while Din sighs and takes off his gloves, tossing them on the floor as well. He sits beside you and brings a hand to the curve of your breast, trailing his fingers to your nipple and pinching it lightly.

“Don’t be scared,” you say softly.

And with that he pinches a little harder, emitting a small gasp from you. One of your hands moves to the bulge growing in Cassian’s pants. His breath hitches at your touch as you mess with the zipper. He stands up briefly to take off his pants, letting you gain complete access to his cock. You stroke it as he curses under his breath. Din migrates his hand to your other breast, worrying your nipple into a stiff peak between his fingertips. Poe sits beside you watching you grow hornier under Din’s touch and strokes himself. Eventually Din’s hand moves down your midsection and to your groin, pulling at the fabric and grazing the entrance of your cunt.

“Wow, look at you go, Mando,” you tease just as he slips a finger into your already wet cunt, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You watch the visor of his helmet move from your chest to your cunt and he picks up the pace, curling his finger upwards against your walls. He slips another finger in and your walls expand around the thickness of his digits. In no time, he pulls your first orgasm from you, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you ride out your high. After your orgasm is finished washing over you, you turn to look at Poe and say, “Enough for me. Let me pleasure you.”

The men at your side move as you lay back onto the bed. Poe stands up at the edge of the bed, removing his clothes and bringing his cock right next to your face.

“You gonna suck my cock for me, Nova?” Poe asks, gazing down at your topless form.

“Of course, baby,” you say, opening your mouth for him.

He brings his cock by your mouth and you take as much of his hard length as you can. Your hand fits around the base as you lick up and down his shaft, tongue swirling at the tip, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure and curse.

Cassian slips off your lacy underwear and spreads your legs, marveling at your dripping cunt.

“He got you nice and wet for me,” Cassian says, his voice dropping a few octaves at his arousal.

He pulls off his shirt over his head and spreads your thighs apart, aching to be buried between them already. He gathers your wetness on his hand and slicks his cock before entering you slowly, closing his eyes at the warm and inviting feeling. He buries his cock inside you to the hilt and curses under his breath. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you, expanding your walls even more with each motion.

Din stands on the other side of the bed, watching you suck Poe’s cock and getting fucked by Cassian, your back arched and nipples perked up. His hand finds his cock and he’s stroking himself at the sight of you being pleasured but also pleasuring.

Your hands move to Poe’s balls as you continue to suck him, feeling them tighten up in your hand. With one last swirl of your tongue around the tip, followed by your mouth enveloping his length again, he’s coming. His warm mouth fills the back of your mouth and you swallow all of it, continuing to suck as he comes down from his orgasm. His hand grips your hair and he pulls your head closer into him, bringing the tip of cock to your throat. Tears spring in your eyes and just when you think you can’t take it anymore he pulls out.

“Good girl,” he praises.

But before you can respond you moan in pleasure as Cassian fucks you relentlessly, hands gripping your hips for dear life as he pulls you into him. Your back arches in pleasure and you close your eyes, seeing stars in the back of your mind as the euphoria builds up. Each slam of his hips brings your orgasm closer and closer. You open your eyes and get a look at him, his long hair swaying with each thrust and his chest glistening with a layer of sweat. And damn he looks good as he’s railing you. He brings his thumb to your clit and you’re already coming around his cock, fluttering and convulsing in rhythmic waves. He fucks you through your release, prolonging it even more before pulling out. You reach between your legs and stroke his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him. He paints your stomach in thick ropes of cum and sighs, leaning back on his heels on the bed. You catch your breath from the intense orgasm as well and look over at Mando.

“What about you Mando?” you ask sweetly, “Let me take care of you.”

Cassian moves to the side of the bed, leaning against the bedpost as you flip onto your hands and knees, arching your back and sticking up your ass for him. He walks to the edge of the bed and hooks onto your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasp but before you have the time to make a snide comment at his sudden confidence his hard length pushes into you. And for someone as quiet as Mando he fucks you rough. The cool beskar of his thigh armor collides with your skin with each of his thrust. You hear him curse under his breath in what you can assume is Mando’a while he continues to drive his cock deeper and deeper into you. The room fills with the most obscene sounds between your moans and the sound of skin slapping against the beskar. His grip on your hips tighten, surely tight enough to leave a mark but you’re too blissed out to care. You open your eyes for a moment to see Poe and Cassian stroking themselves at the sight of you getting dicked down by Mando. With one last thrust he pulls your final orgasm from you leaving your thighs shaking, barely able to keep you up. He pulls out and cums on your ass and you collapse onto the bed, completely exhausted from the evening’s activities. You hear the other men getting dressed so you flip over and sit upright. Mando’s replacing his gloves and the other two men are sitting on the bed.

“Thanks for a good time, Nova,” Poe says, “I’ll definitely be back for you.”

“Oh yeah? Bring your friends next time, too,” you say glancing over at Mando and Cassian.

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart. Have a good nest of your night,” Poe says. And with that he rises from the bed and walks to the door. Cassian grabs your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Goodbye, gorgeous. See you next time,” he says, softly before following Poe.

And as for Mando he gives you an awkward wave of his hand wordlessly before leaving with the other men. As soon as the door closes you collapse back onto the bed, completely exhausted.

The men walk back into the lobby and stop at Salva’s desk. “Well, did you enjoy yourselves?” she asks cheekily.

They let out a collective “yes” and she chuckles.

“Good. Would anyone like to leave a tip?”

Each of them pulls out various amounts of credits from their pockets and hands them to Salva.

“Thanks, boys. Have a good night!” she says, waving goodbye as they leave.

“What did I say, guys? I knew you were gonna love it,” Poe says smugly as they step out onto the street.

“Yeah that was something alright,” Mando says, “But no one can-”

“I get it. No one can know. What happens on Coruscant stays on Coruscant,” Poe says, clapping Din on the shoulder.

Din sighs and the three men walk back to the docking yard, already thinking about when their next trip to The Big Bang will be.

End note: That was my first time writing any kind of group sex so lmk what you think!!! 🖤

Part two: Is That a Blaster in Your Pocket or Are You Happy to See Me?

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Best Husband Ever

Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and some real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

A/n: This is set in an alternate universe where Keenan was never traded and life is perfect.

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You were getting to a point where you almost had a schedule. First thing in the morning, you’d run to the bathroom and practically hug the toilet bowl, emptying out the contents of your stomach from the day before. Most of the time it was around 4:30 am, you’d have a soothing hand on your back and your hair out of your face but nothing really mattered when you were puking. It would happen again around lunch, if you were in the office you’d try your hardest to sneak into the bathroom so you could do your thing without anyone walking in. And if you were working from home you’d startle Nova with your mad dash to the downstairs bathroom because for some reason that one sometimes caught you off guard.

There was no baby bump yet, so you had that going for you. But hiding the fact that you were pregnant was going to be hard considering the fact that the season was about to be in full swing. You missed a Chargers’ significant others luncheon a few weeks before because you’d thrown up so many times that morning that Justin was ready to grab his keys and drive you to the hospital. No one knew about the baby other than your parents, his parents and your doctor. And the two of you intended to keep it that way for the foreseeable future.

“I can’t keep hiding forever and I have to make an appearance before I start showing and we have to come up with crazy excuses.” You tell him, getting ready for the team barbecue that was being thrown at the Allen home right before camp.

“I know, I just—how are we going to do this?” He was usually the calm one but ever since he found out the two of you had a baby on the way, he was a lot more on edge about…everything. Protecting your privacy was the one thing he was the most worried about, making sure the most important people in his life were taken care of.

“We are gonna have to make some things shake today but I think we can do it.”

The first person you saw when you walked in was Trey Pipkins and his wife so you hugged them both, making small talk while figuring out how to navigate the afternoon.

Step one: Sneak anti-nausea gummies

Somewhere between the mini sliders and the shrimp cocktail, Justin noticed your face change. He knew that look, he’d seen it way too many times in the last few weeks to count. So he came prepared.

Ciandra had just handed you a plate and after thanking her you just stared at it with your mouth watering…and not in a good way. You swallowed down the queasy feeling, trying to take steady breaths, when you felt a comforting hand on your back.

“I figured you could have some water before you and Ci get into the mixed drinks. And I brought you some extra napkins.” You nodded, putting the plate on the counter and taking a sip of your water. Justin and Ciandra talked for a bit but you weren’t really listening, silently telling yourself to give your husband a fat kiss on the forehead later because you felt two anti-nausea gummies hidden between the folds of your napkin.

You and Ciandra had been friends for a few years. Her husband was your husband’s favorite target and it was just so easy to get along with her and have a good time. And throughout that time you’d built somewhat of a bond in your mutual love for having a great time no matter the occasion. And that usually involved a themed cocktail or two. With that in mind, she was a bit surprised that you hadn’t asked her to grab you a drink. And that Justin had barely left you alone since the party began. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be together by any means, it was just a bit odd that he was practically glued to your side.

“Kae, do you think something is off with y/n?” Ci asks, a few minutes after leaving the two of you.

Mikaela laughs a little, handing her son a juicebox. “Not that I’ve noticed, why? Is your twisted tea sister not drinking with you today?”

“She said she’s Justin’s DD but like, she could have a little sip.”

She gasps after a while, putting some pieces together and looking toward her friend from across the room. “You don’t think she’s…you know what I’m gonna go find Keenan and see what he knows.”

Step two: Act normal when babies and children are brought up

Ever since the two of you found out you were going to be parents, the list was created. Milestones in the pregnancy were to be tracked on the app like what kind of fruit was being compared to the size of the baby or how much sleep you should be getting every night. There was also a hospital bag checklist for both parents and the newborn. When to sleep train, what kinds of prenatal classes to sign up for, which preschools and daycares were the best in LA because those fill up fast. Justin usually ignored the conversations that the guys had in the locker room regarding kids but now anytime a child was mentioned, he had to hide the smile on his face at the thought of him actually being in those conversations, taking mental notes along the way and soaking up as much information as he could.

Keenan noticed though. When the guys started gathering around in the backyard and talking about all the excitement of the season and training camp to feeling guilty about having to leave their families, especially their kids. He saw a hint of guilt on the face of his teammate and friend, wondering if there was something he missed.

Justin had mentally excused himself from the group, thinking about how impossible it would be to leave for training camp this year. This, football and his team meant everything to him and once upon a time there was nothing more important than getting that bonding time during camp to set the tone for team chemistry throughout the season. But now? The thought of him leaving you alone for 12 days sounded like the worst thing in the world. And he knew you weren’t made of glass but what if you needed him and he wasn’t there? Or you had a craving in the middle of the night and he wasn’t there to grab what you needed?

Even if it was none of those things, he just didn’t want to miss a single moment, not if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. And while he was going through all of those scenarios in his head, Keenan started to put the pieces together little by little and he needed someone to help him confirm his theory.

Step three: Execute the perfect drink handoff

Ci and Keenan found each other and went upstairs to have an emergency meeting.

“I think y/n’s pregnant.” They said at the same time.

“What do you know? Start from the beginning because I don’t have much, it’s just a strong mom hunch.” Ciandra asks her husband, waiting for him to spill.

He rubs his beard, trying to think back to when this all started. “Herb’s been acting real weird lately. He was on the phone the other day and I heard the word ‘doctor’ but I didn’t want to be in his business so I just asked him if everything was okay and he said everything was fine. But he just answered me so fast I knew something was up. And then after practice, most of the time if anyone asks him if they can get extra work in he says yes but he’s been running home pretty much as soon as we’re done. And today is when it clicked.”

“What did you see?”

“We were just talking about kids and camp and our routines and he just got…sad. Like really sad. And quiet. Like he didn’t wanna go to camp or something. And you know that man bleeds football. And I know that look because I’ve felt that before. Having your first kid and leaving your pregnant wife at home for days? That shit feels awful, makes you feel like a terrible husband.”

Ciandra laughs and gives him a hug. “You never told me that.”

“If I’m crying about leaving you and you’re crying about me leaving you. Then we’ll both be crying and who is that gonna help? We made it through though. Now you tell me 007, what do you know?”

The two of them continued to debrief and had been gone for a while, leading Justin to freak out. “They know.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Ci and Keenan. They’re onto us.”

You looked toward the stairs and looked around the room, realizing they were nowhere in sight. “Okay, I have a plan. But I need you to do me a HUGE favor.”

He would’ve probably walked a mile barefoot on concrete in July if you asked, so he just gave you a pointed look. You headed to the bar and spoke to the bartender for a bit, just in time for Keenan and Ciandra to rejoin the party.

Grabbing two drinks, you walked over to her and handed her a glass, much to her surprise. “Didn’t you say you weren’t drinking today?”

“A few won’t hurt,” you promised, clinking your glasses together and taking a sip. Her eyes bulged out of her head a bit, but it seemed like her confusion was gone after that. Little did she know, you had just downed a mocktail while she had Jose Cuervo increasing her internal temperature. You almost patted yourself on the back, thinking you were home free.

And you were free, until Makaela walked up to you, holding another glass. “You did say a few. Cheers to a few moments of peace before our lives are consumed by football.”

You gulped, feeling a few beads of sweat forming along your hairline. You raise your glass anyway, pretending to take a drink, waiting for something to catch the ladies’ attention so you could slip the cup into your husband’s hands as he walks by, allowing him to take a huge gulp of your cup before disappearing again. It never really occurred to you how much moms had to juggle while attending a party. Justin had probably finished about three of your margaritas without Kae or Ciandra noticing because one of them had to host the party and lost her own drink a handful of times and Kae was running after a toddler. The thought of that being your life in a few months really made you want that tequila shot.

At least your husband was enjoying himself…until you noticed that he really wasn’t. You found him sitting on a couch in the living room alone, looking like he was seconds away from dozing off. Running your hand along his cheek, you sat next to him and allowed him to rest his head in your lap. “You okay babe?”

“We have to go home soon, my stomach is starting to hurt from these cocktails and the two beers I had. How did you do this before?” His voice has the slightest hint of pain in it and you have to swallow your laughter.

“You’re usually the designated driver and I was having a wonderful time,” you shrug and he stares at you through his lengthy eyelashes that you hope your baby inherits. There’s a green tint to his features, making you regret this master plan. “Are you sure you’re okay cause you look like you’re gonna throw up. And if you puke, I’ll puke and it’ll just be—”

“Baby, please stop saying puke,” he begs, getting ready to stand up with a hand on his stomach.

“Sorry.”

No less than ten minutes later, you had made your rounds and said all of your goodbyes.

“So…she’s definitely pregnant right?” Keenan asks his wife after all of the guests are gone.

Ciandra laughs again, smacking him lightly on the arm, “you are so nosey! But yes, absolutely. I’m 99% sure I’ll be snuggling a little Herbo baby in the next nine months. We’ll just wait until they’re ready to tell us and I’ll support her every step of the way. With anything she needs.”

“And you know I’m gonna have my boy ready. He’s got SuperDad on his side, he’ll be alright.”

“Babe,” Ciandra begins, shaking her head, “nobody calls you SuperDad. Literally not a soul.”

“Well y’all should! Cause I am, you better ask your kids about me.” All he got back in response was an eye roll.

It was a miracle that you got Justin into the house and into bed without much struggle because all the liquor was definitely hitting him by the time you pulled into the driveway.

For the first time in weeks, you went to sleep with the scent of him bringing you peace instead of the usual nausea, which was a great sign. “I get why the guys fight for you like they do, you’re a great teammate,” you whisper, guessing that he’d already fallen asleep after today’s events.

“I do have a lot of teammates but you are by far my favorite. Can’t wait to add a little mini us to the equation. And hopefully I never ever have to drink that many margaritas again as long as I live.”

“You were an absolute warrior today. Have I ever told you that I love you so much and you’re the best husband I’ve ever had?”

“Sweetie, I'm the only husband you’ve ever had,” he laughs, holding onto you and kissing the crown of your head. “But I love you too. So much. Clearly.”

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