Kneel — Gojo Satoru X F!reader

kneel — gojo satoru x f!reader

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you and satoru stroll side by side, the usual banter flowing easily between the two of you. it’s been a relatively calm day—an unusual but welcome change from the usual whirlwind of sorcerer duties and school life.

both of you savor this rare moment of tranquility together.

as you pass the rows of neatly trimmed hedges, satoru suddenly chuckles to himself, a broad grin spreading across his face.

the sound of his laughter is light and carefree. you raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, "what’s so funny?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

he turns his head to glance at you, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his signature blindfold, "y’know, I realized something recently," he says, his tone casual, almost teasing.

you hum in response, waiting for the punchline of whatever random thought has captured his attention. "oh yeah? what’s that?"

satoru slows his pace and then stops, his head tilted slightly as if he's carefully weighing his words.

the light plays over his features, highlighting the contours of his face in a way that makes him look both relaxed and contemplative.

with a lighthearted chuckle, he hums, "all you have to do is breathe, and I’d kneel for you,” he grins at you, “must be nice having the strongest sorcerer wrapped around your finger, huh?"

the words hang in the air, the warm light of the setting sun seeming to pause around you. you blink, stunned. the casual nature of his declaration is in stark contrast to the intensity of the sentiment.

who says something like that so nonchalantly? you stare at him, trying to decipher if he’s being serious or if he’s just messing with you, as he so often does.

satoru resumes his leisurely stroll, his steps light and carefree. his posture is relaxed, a picture of ease in comparison to your flustered self.

you catch up with him, your mind still reeling from his unexpected statement. a soft laugh escapes you, partly out of amusement and partly out of disbelief.

“who drops something like that and then acts like it’s nothing?” you mutter, though your heart is still racing, a mixture of affection and astonishment swirling inside you.

he glances back at you over his shoulder, that playful grin widening further.

"what? it’s true." his voice retains its casual tone, but there’s a glimmer of something more beneath the teasing—a rare flicker of sincerity that catches your attention.

you come to a halt, reaching out to grab his sleeve, gently pulling him to a stop. the gentle pressure of your hand on his arm is enough to make him pause, and he turns to face you. his grin remains, but it softens, the playful edge giving way to something more.

“satoru,” you say, your voice a little quieter now, “but I don’t need you to kneel or do anything for me.”

his expression shifts, curiosity flickering across his face, "oh?"

you step closer, wrapping your arms around him, a gesture he doesn’t hesitate on reciprocating. you take a deep breath and speak softly, “I don’t need you to be the strongest sorcerer or prove anything to me. I just want you.”

for a moment, the air between you changes.

satoru’s smile falters, just for a second. his usual playfulness is replaced with something quieter, more genuine. he looks at you with an intensity that even makes its way through the blindfold.

in fact, for a moment, his hand reaches out for the blindfold and he pulls it down under his chin.

your husband’s eyes never fail to catch you off-guard. they’re bright, so bright. though, you don’t get to appreciate them for long as he closes his eyes and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.

your lips part in surprise, but satoru doesn’t give you the chance to react further.

because, true to form, he can’t stay serious for long, too much seriousness, and he might just cry.

so he pulls the blindfold right back up, pulling away as that familiar smirk creeps back onto his face, "so you’re saying you married me for my stunning personality and good looks?"

you laugh and roll your eyes affectionately, "exactly. you’ve got me all figured out."

he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, so you continue walking. his grin softens, and he quips, "good! because you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, and I’m not planning on going anywhere."

“like a parasite?”

your husband lets out an incredulous gasp, pulling away from you yet again and clutching his chest. he fake sobs, “do you have hurt me everyday?!”

“aww, I am sorry,” you coo.

“really?!” he beams.

“no.”

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“You know how much school means to me.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “One where Y/N’s dating G and besties with E, and she’s really stressed out about school bc it’s the time of year where everything’s piling up, and bc of all the stress she gets into a big fight with both the boys over something trivial? And the next day they both show up to her house with resources and stuff, and they help her study?”

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“Alright everyone, the study guide is posted online. Begin preparing for the exam next week.” You professor said to the class as you all left.

“I swear that’s all I’ve heard from my professors today.” Your friend said to you as she caught up to you.

“Same here. But, I’m holding a study session for this class at the library tomorrow night.” You said.

“I will be there.” The two of you both had a break in your days so you got something to eat before you had to get to your next classes.

Later that evening, you were holding a study session for one of your other classes. This was something that you were sort of known for. After a few slip ups with your grades when you started school, you cracked down on your study habits and after you began sharing them with a few of your friends, your other classmates wanted to share your study tips and habits, so you began holding study sessions for pretty much all of your classes since your second semester of your freshman year.

“(Y/N), thank you so much for setting these up. I really appreciate it. If it weren’t for these study sessions, I would not know anything that is going on in class.” One of your classmates said as they sat down at the table with you.

“I’m glad I could be of service.” You laughed. You and your classmates studied for a few hours and once you all felt like you’d done enough studying for the night, you all called it night and headed home.

As the days continued to go on, and the work continued to pile up, you began to get crazy stressed about everything. You were cancelling your study sessions over and over again, and you felt so bad, but you could barely find the time to study for yourself, much less with anyone else.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re all busy, and we all understand a heavy workload. Do what you gotta do. You’ve already done so much for many of us, we’ll be alright.” One of your friends said. You apologized once more, and headed home to get some work done. A few hours passed, and there was a knock on your front door.

“That better be my pizza.” You sighed as you got up. You opened the door to find Ethan and Grayson standing outside. “You’re not the pizza guy.”

“Ouch, kinda hurt.” Ethan laughed as you hugged.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just starving.” You said. Grayson pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “What are you doing here?”

“You told us we could take you out to dinner tonight.” Grayson said as you followed him into your living room.

“Dammit, another thing I forgot about. Guys, I’m so sorry, but I can’t tonight. I have so much homework and studying to do.” You said as they made themselves comfortable on your couch.

“(Y/N), come on. Take a break for a little bit. Come hang with us for a while.” Grayson said as he pulled you down into his lap.

“I don’t have a while to spare.”

“I told you she wasn’t gonna go for it.” Ethan sighed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at Grayson.

“I thought I could convince you to come out with us tonight. You’ve been so busy with school, you barely have time for anything else anymore.” He sighed.

“Anything else, meaning you?” You asked. He looked down at the floor and let out a loud sigh.

“You canceled our plans over the weekend, so we rescheduled for tonight, and now your cancelling on us again.”

“Grayson, you know how much school means to me, and you know how badly I want to get my degree and get a good job. I’m sorry that you think I’m too busy for you, but you know it keeps me busy around midterms and finals. That’s not my fault.”

“Of course, when it comes to school, it’s the only thing you’re allowed to focus on.”

“Why are you so upset over the fact that I want a secure future?”

“I’m not upset over that, I’m upset over the fact that you apparently no longer have time for me anymore.”

“Grayson, do you not hear how childish you’re sounding right now?”

“You can’t put this off for ONE night so we can spend some time together?” Grayson said, standing up.

“Grayson, calm down.” Ethan said quietly, causing you to jump since you’d forgotten he was there.

“Yeah, why don’t you go home and calm down. I’m over having this argument because you feel like you’re the only thing I’m allowed to focus on.”

After the twins left, and your pizza finally was delivered, you tried to refocus on your studies, but you were too distracted so you decided to call it a night.

* * *

The next day was Saturday, so you were ready to spend all day studying. You turned your music on, got your books and materials, sat in the living room and got to working. A few hours went by and all you could think about was your fight with Grayson. Just as you picked up your phone to call him, there was a knock on your door. You got up to answer it, and the twins were there on the other side.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked quietly.

“We are here to help you study. We found textbooks at the bookstore, we’ve got food and drinks, and we’re gonna get all these reviews and papers done.” Ethan said as he set up his things in the living room.

“Also, I needed to apologize for that conversation we had last night. I was being a total ass about everything. I don’t know anything about being in college, but I do know that school can get stressful. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to choose between me and your studies. I should’ve been more supportive.” Grayson said.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve been more understanding of how you felt. I’m real bad about letting school consume me and not making time for anything else. But, I will try and be better at keeping my commitments. Especially when they come to you.” You said. Grayson smiled down at you and pulled you into his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, kissing you softly.

“Alright, now that you two have kissed and made up, let’s get to it. We’ve got concepts to learn and definitions to memorize.” Ethan called from the living room. You laughed and went over to sit next to him, hugging and thanking him as well. They helped you study for most of the day, and as you finished more of your papers, you couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how grateful you were to have them in your life.

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aerixae

2 months ago

jayce and his disregard for personal space

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aerixae

1 year ago

Hi requests are still open I’m working on a navigation / general rules post to pin but I need requests pls feed me them

Fan Theory: Alastor had a rivalry with Thomas Edison (yes, really) in the 1920s

I originally had a whole theory typed up with lots of evidence for this, but my computer crashed and deleted all of it, so here are some of the basic points of the theory that I came up with:

Alastor grew up in the early 1900s, when the phonograph, invented and sold by Thomas Edison, was the main form of music recording and playing in the United States. Alastor was likely called a "gramophile", or gramophone enthusiast "who eschewed a wife and children to focus on music", as he was an asexual during this era. However, radio started to replace phonographs in the 1920s-1930s, cutting into Edison's profits, to his frustration.

Alastor was a popular radio host in the 1920s-1930s, and was one of the main reasons why people were buying and using radios, instead of Edison's phonographs and records, to play music. If people could listen to music for free on the radio, why would they buy Edison's phonographs? (Alastor was quite smug about this.)

The quality of music on the radio was often better than on Edison's phonographs and recordings, as many radio shows provided live music, which means inviting the band and musicians to play live on-air. It wasn't something that could be mass-produced for profit, also to Edison's consternation.

Alastor's specialty was jazz, a form of music originally "invented by, and for, the phonograph". (He also dabbled in blues as well.)

Unlike Edison and other phonograph and record producers, who were often racist and used what is called "digital blackface" today (i.e. pretending to be Black in recordings, because hiring Black artists over white artists was unthinkable), Alastor was an authentic mixed-race Creole host, though likely "white-passing".

Vox seems to be based, at least somewhat, on Thomas Edison, particularly as Edison didn't just formerly control the music industry with the phonograph, but also the movie industry, with one source stating that 75% of Americans in the 1920s went to the movies "every week". (Edison sold his film studio in 1918.)

Alastor seems to have a special disdain for Vox and his "picture show", all movies and TV shows. My guess is that this came from his disdain for Edison Pictures and the movies vs. radio rivalry.

Edison died at the age of 84 in 1931 from old age and diabetes complications, whereas Alastor was killed in his 30s-40s in 1933.

As an edit, here is Part 2 of this fan theory with a lot more evidence.

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aerixae

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