#and she was like ��oh yeah? can a weak person do this??” and proceed to carry Aki just to prove a point lol

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BLINKS. Ok so laikkkk. You know how Muzan has that fake wife? IMAGINE LIKE um reader or whatever the fuck it’s called?! FINDING OUT and she’s just standing infront of Muzan Like 🧍🏻‍♀️yo wtf. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE

YES THIS MAKES SENSE! thank you for requesting😭😭

➤ Fem!Reader finding out about Muzan’s fake wife

➤ SFW headcanons (not proof read)

Muzan kibutsuji x Fem!reader

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warnings: kinda angsty also reader does not take shit from men (💀💀)

Man oh man.

Livid would be an understatement..

Muzan knows you can be scary.

After all, you’re one of those women who doesn’t take shit from men, you’re fiercely independent, you petrify the demon king himself with your audacious and captivating personality.

It was one of the things that attracted this walking menace towards you in the first place.

Now, Muzan does love you, so do not overthink and assume he actually loves his little false wife.

Oh, he couldn’t give a shit about her. But fake wife or not, you’d still consider it cheating.

In hindsight, he knew it was wrong but that didn’t stop him.

Anyway, that thought of you finding out his secret always loomed in the back of his mind.

However, he brushes this off, foolishly thinking this isn’t a humongous deal and you wouldn’t find out.

My god, he couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s embarrassing really..

No one knows how on god mother earth you found out but that night when Muzan returns home you confront him about it immediately. You aren’t going to sugar coat this for him nor pretend like you didn’t catch him in the act? pfft, only pussies do that.

But to be blunt you probably found out because you caught him kissing her in the entertainment district

“Oh, welcome home, dear! Now, do you mind telling me about your second wife? Or am i the second wife?”

Muzan’s response is silence at first. That being the dead giveaway.

You’re honestly just confused, like he already has you?? Why does he need to have this lil side hoe??

Deep down, you’re honestly hurt but you do a pretty damn good job at covering it up with that sarcastic smile of yours.

Meanwhile, Muzan denies it.

This only adds more fuel to the fire.

LIKE YOU CAN FEEL YOIR BLOOD BOILING.

No way he just lied to your face.

I mean, yeah, Muzan is a malicious demon at the end of the day so of course his interpretation on the human population is going to be fucked up on so many levels.

Thinks all humans are naive and incredibly stupid.

Besides you of course.

But the man isn’t a brainless amateur either he knows you’re different from the rest. Another reason why he actually has romantic feelings towards you.

Anyway, since you’re a girl boss, you obviously call him out on his bullshit lies and it provokes full blown fight between y’all.

You try to fight back tears, all these feelings are too much for you to bare.

You’re honestly crying because of how damn frustrating it is.

It’s also important to add Muzan has never witnessed you cry.

Feels guilty now but doesn’t dare to express it.

You manage to soothe your nerves down and continuously debunk the situation.

In the end, you have him backed up into a corner.

Then you proceed to reveal how you found out.

Muzan realizes that he can no longer escape this situation nor lie to you any longer.

Admitting his defeat, he confesses how he obtains a fake wife but doesn’t even feel anything towards her.

Muzan reassures you that he only has eyes for you, only feels these feelings towards you, assures you that he and his fake wife have nothing serious and that he only uses her to blend in with humanity.

You hear him out, listening to his explanation but then ask why he couldn’t just use you to blend in??

His response is that he desires to keep you safe and secured, if the slayers knew you were his weak point they’d definitely kill you so there is his explanation for cheating.

Bro just doesn’t want to lose you. Witnessing your murder would be his demise.

You calm down entirely, however, you aren’t 100% okay with him having a fake wife.

So you just give him an out.

Like, “it’s either her or me” you express in a very sharp tone to show how serious you are about this.

Of course he chooses you, after all, he always would.

Dislikes how you posses this much control over him. Your dominate nature doesn’t sit right with him.

But kudos to you!! He murdered divorced said wife and now there are no more issues. But you still are upset with him even awhile after that. Yeah, you aren’t going to move past it too quickly and because he’s such a manipulative narcissist your guard is always up around him.

But i mean who can blame you? You’re dating the demon king after all.

THIS WAS LOW-KEY ENJOYABLE TO WRITE!? i hope it meets your expectations and i hope this made sense! I’m working on multiple requests right now but this one was easier and faster to write due to it only being one character.

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05 - Divulgence

Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader) - TW/CW in masterlist

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They say being pregnant means everyday is another day closer to meeting the love of your life. One anticipates meeting the fruit of their love with their spouse, looking forward to the bright sunshine days of taking care of that precious someone.

(y/n) did not understand that feeling. In fact she felt the exact opposite, as she slid down the walls of the bathroom, legs too weak to support her own weight. The pregnancy stick in her hand fell to the floor, bouncing to a stop face up, showing the positive sign. Why does this happen to her? What did she ever do to deserve this?

She has to call nurse Komaki, she will know what to do. The thing was still a cell after all, with no soul not consciousness, it should be perfectly fine. It would be so much more cruel to keep the innocent being and let it be born, only for them to later be neglected and unloved. No child deserves that. Not even one born from being forced into her womb by the person she despised the most.

It was nearing lunch, and she knew her fiancé would be back by then, he always makes time to have lunch with her. She has to tell nurse Komaki fast.

(y/n) took several deep breaths to calm herself, and then slowly got up to her bed again, pressing the call button.

A few moments later, she heard the door open.

"Nurse Komaki, I-" (y/n) turned her head, and came face to face with a different nurse altogether. It was not Komaki.

"I'm sorry, nurse Komaki is away right now, her shift will start later tonight. Is there anything I can help you with, miss (y/n)?"

(y/n) blinked back her tears, "n-no. It's okay, nothing too serious."

The nurse stood there, contemplating. "Are you sure miss?"

(y/n) nodded, racking her brain to think of an excuse or anything to justify calling a nurse to her room for nothing. "oh umm… may I have some water please?"

"Sure. It will be delivered here in a moment. Don't hesitate to call me if there's anything else that you need, okay?"

(y/n) hummed and thanked her. She watched as the nurse exit her room. She wanted Komaki, she's the only nurse (y/n) trusted at this moment, especially with something like this.

It wasn't long until the water is delivered to her room, which arrived at about the same time as Wriothesley.

He greeted her with a smile. It normally made her feel safe and loved, but right now, (y/n)'s heart sank to her stomach

"Hey, how's my sunshine doing?"

He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. Wriothesley knew he should be careful around her, as her therapist had suggested to him, at least until she is less jumpy and can initiate affectionate gestures more. So far she's taking his affections very well, which made him happy about her progress.

"As usual," (y/n) forced a smile, briefly looking into his eyes before quickly averting her gaze back to her hands. She picked at a loose string on her blanket. 

Speak more, he will notice something is off.

"The healers were a great help to my physical injuries. But they kept stopping after a little while, saying I should rest up because the sped up healing is also draining my energy."

Wriothesley nodded, "I was told, yeah. How's your stomach? Got anything you're craving to eat?"

(y/n) froze. "What?" She managed to not stammer, but her voice cracked as her heart was suddenly frozen with fear. Did he find out? How did he know-

"Just wondering how your stomach felt." Wriothesley tilted his head, confused. It was a small quirk she had found endearing.

"The doctors did say you can only eat soft food for a while to avoid refeeding syndrome, but yesterday you were finally allowed to start eating bread and some fowl. Also because you threw up yesterday."

"Oh…" (y/n) felt stupid, "it's alright now, although I don't really feel like eating."

Wriothesley watched her for a moment. He has always been someone perceptive, that's how he knew who to trust and who to avoid in meropide while still serving his sentence, and that's how he could rise through the ranks and become the duke, despite his humble beginnings. At that moment, something is off about his fiancée.

“Darling are you okay?” he took her hand in his, his other hand brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear, “I feel like you have something weighing your mind. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

For a moment, (y/n) wavered. Is it really okay to tell him about her pregnancy? She knew Wriothesley wouldn’t blame her, after all, what happened was not something she wanted, far from it. So technically it’s not her fault right? But a small nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her to just keep it to herself for now. There were too many what ifs. It’s safer to just keep quiet about it and deal with it under wraps. She’ll tell him, of course she will, but not now.

“I’m fine,” she forced herself to look into his eyes, a small smile on her lips. “Just wondering how much longer I have to stay cooped up in here.”

Lunch went well with Wriothesley, he told her about his day. He went back to the Fortress of Meropide for a while, to keep an eye on how things are going there, before coming over to her for lunch. After this he planned to proceed with investigations, and perhaps wrap things up early so he could spend more time with her after dinner.

(y/n) managed to eat a little more, despite the anxiety induced nausea, at least enough to not make her look suspicious.

Once lunch was over, Wriothesley gave her another peck on the forehead and left to continue with investigations, with promises of taking (y/n) to the gardens near the hospital once the doctors gave her the clear, and perhaps visit Navia and Neuvilette, as the two are also her friend, as much as they are to him. He wanted more than anything to stay with her the whole time she recovered, but seeing how she often flinched if he moved a little too quickly, or how her eyes often went blank as if she was not really there, he knew he had to do something about it. The therapist assigned to her told him that she may need some time to process through the trauma, and that it was natural that she would be jumpy for the time being, and would need some space too, as stifling her would also be bad for her mental wellbeing.

He already discussed all the options, and what’s best for (y/n). Once (y/n) has recovered some more physically, and once she is ready, he would take her home and nurse her back to health. He would appoint someone else as the Duke of Meropide if that was needed to get him more time off. Right now, he has something else to do.

He did not tell her that he would be going back to the facility, specifically the hidden passage they found inside her cell. Chlorinde had done a great job in capturing the man, living up to her title of champion duelist.

The entrance was so well hidden in the room, so much so that they had to get Aether to use his elemental sight to find. They had followed the hidden maze-like pathway in the room (y/n) was kept in, and it had led them to an underground base, perhaps their real base of operations. Several men were captured, including Dougier, they seem to work directly with Arderne who unfortunately was nowhere in sight. They were all taken into custody. Wriothesley tensed as he remembered their findings.

"Wriothesley you might want to see this." He turned his head towards Neuvilette who a moment ago was rummaging through papers on a desk. The Iudex now held out a file towards him, his face grim.

The Duke took the file and opened it. There were more papers, this time it contained more detailed reports of experiments done to the people. He ruffled through the pages, skimming the words for one specific name. He found it.

Experiment Clearance Form

Title: Vision Trial Variation 2

Principal Investigator: Il Dottore

Assistant: Arderne

Subject: 1102 a.k.a. (y/n)

Vision: Pyro

This form acknowledges the approval of the experiment titled "Vision Trial Variation 2" conducted by Arderne. The experiment aims to implement the theory of vision injections on humans, followed by observation to discover the effects.

The experiment poses high risks to participants. Potential risks include memory loss, increased body temperatures, seizures, and the possibility of death. Steps have been taken to mitigate these risks. Subject is physically weakened before the start to lower the chances of the body rejecting the injection, thus increasing the success rate of this experiment. On the occasion that this experiment would fail, the study will move on to Vision Trial Variation 3, and the current subject will be discarded.

Fuck.

“Did we find any traces of Arderne?” Wriothesley’s voice dropped several octaves, Neuvilette knew what this meant.

“There are none so far,” he placed a reassuring hand on Wriothesley, “But we do have Dougier now, and we are taking him and the others to custody. We can get more information out of them-”

Wriothesley shook him off and landed a harsh kick on a table to the side, immediately breaking it. He wanted to murder them all, especially that bastard Dottore. He had heard rumours of him doing crazy experiments, but to think it happened right here in Fontaine, with his fiancee? His breaths were shaky with barely controlled rage.

“Wriothesley, I understand how frustrating this is. (y/n) is also my dear friend.” Neuvilette spoke in the most soothing tone he could muster up. “Trust me, I am just as upset as you are in this, but we have to keep a level head. For (y/n)’s sake and all the victims that were forced into this.”

They were deep underground, had they been up on the surface, they would see heavy rain mixed with snow, and thunderstorms raging outside, the weather mirroring the Iudex’s inner turmoil on the entire situation.

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(y/n) wondered if she was dead or dreaming the moment she saw herself on the familiar bed of her room in the facility. Dr Arderne was standing at the foot of her bed reading through the information on his clipboard, while Dougier was securing her arms and legs with restraints.

She had been too weak to resist, having been starved for days without food, the only nutrition she got was through her IV drip and glasses of suspiciously blue coloured water, which she had no choice but to drink.

"Good morning 1102, ready for the next dose? Arderne readied a syringe. It was filled with shimmery red liquid, the glow seemed to pulse the closer it gets to her.

"F-Fuck you Arderne." (y/n) managed to mumble, making Dougier snicker.

Arderne held (y/n)'s arm and injected the contents of the syringe into her. At first it felt like nothing, but gradually she could feel it start to burn, as if fire was coursing through her veins.

It wasn't long until the burning sensation started to feel unbearable. Hot white pain spreads from the point of injection to all over her body. She bit her tongue, trying not to scream, she will not give them the satisfaction of seeing her in pain. She won't-

(y/n) jolted awake, her breaths heavy and ragged and her heart was pounding in her chest. Fuck.

It was a dream. She was safe. It was just a dream.

The room she was in, despite being a hospital room, it was completely different from the facility, with flowers her friends and fiancé got for her, and the comforting weight of her big blubberbeast plushie that Wriothesley brought from their bed at home. She hugged the plush tightly and pressed her nose to its soft fur. It smelled just like Wriothesley, as he had sprayed his cologne all over it, something she often did even before… all this.

(y/n) tried to remember what her therapist had told her. 

My name is (y/n), I am at the Fontaine hospital, guarded by the Spina di Rosula, Wriothesley stays with me during the night, and stops by for lunch. I am safe, and I am recovering.

Her therapist told her that her dreams would eventually go away as her mind heals, but how long will that take?

Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was still early, too early for Wriothesley to come back from his investigation. He had left a book with her some days ago, which she picked up and started to read, trying to get her mind off things.

As she reached for the book on her night stand, suddenly (y/n) felt the familiar tingle in her hands, running all the way up her arms. It was warm and welcoming, it felt like home. A split second later, the book she was reaching for suddenly burst into flames.

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Wriothesley watched Neuvilette from behind the one way glass as the latter asked Dougier more and more questions. The Iudex had presented all the evidence they found on the table. Laying it all out for Dougier as he asked question after question that Dougier only gave vague answers to, sometimes only responding with chuckles. The scum was a goner, his mind seemingly corrupted by the facility.

He wanted to be the one who personally interrogates the vile man, but Neuvilette had forbidden him from entering, for fear of what Wriothesley would do to the suspect. Still, watching from behind the glass was frustrating, he wished Neuvilette would let them do interrogations in Meropide, where it was outside Fontaine’s jurisdiction, so they could use other means to get information.

“This is going nowhere,” Wriothesley mumbled and pushed open the door leading into the interrogation room. Fuck the consequences, he’ll probably just get an earful from Neuvilette later.

At the sight of Wriothesley, Dougier’s eyes lit up in a nasty way that the Duke did not like at all. “Ah your Grace, here to play the bad cop now?”

“Seeing how you’re going nowhere with Neuvilette, I might as well do.”

Wriothesley grabbed the chair at the corner of the room and dragged it over to sit beside Neuvilette, who was glancing at Wriothesley cautiously.

“So do you feel like talking now Dougier? I thought you were a changed man after you were released.”

Dougier only scoffed, “then I had you fooled. You have no idea what kind of grudge I hold against you, Wriothesley. You ruined the community I built in Meropide.”

“Community? You call that community? You basically started a cult, and no one liked being in there.” Wriothesley scowled.

“Nevertheless,” Dougier continued, “I had my revenge. You should have heard how much (y/n) screamed when Arderne injected her vision into her.”

Wriothesley froze. He knew about what happened but hearing it from Dougier was different from reading it on the files they found.

Dougier, seeing the change in Wriothesley’s demeanour, continued. “She was a brave one, that bitch. Endured hours upon hours of our treatment, sometimes without anaesthesia. And that was after we put her in solitary confinement. We were wrong thinking we broke her spirit already, and yet she’s still fighting.”

"And you did this to all the people in the Vision Trials?" Neuvilette asked, the pen in his hand moving to take notes.

Dougier ignored him, his eyes still glued on Wriothesley's.

"How can we reverse the vision injections?" Wriothesley asked, trying to keep his breathing steady. He knew he couldn't try anything with Neuvilette around.

"You'll have to ask Arderne for that," Dougier leaned back on his chair, "but all I know is while (y/n) is still alive, she's a failure. She had her vision inside her yet it never seemed to work, not even when we prompted her."

"What do you mean prompted her?" Neuvilette asked, and this time, Dougier turned his eyes to him..

"Oh we threatened her, and when it didn't work, beat her, did whatever to make her call on her pyro element and use the vision in her. That never seemed to work."

Wriothesley and Neuvilette were tense, the former had his fists clenched so hard.

"That was when I took her to the basement, the cold weather should prompt the vision to at least keep her warm." Dougier turned to Wriothesley, a deranged look danced in his eyes as he smiled at him.

"I can see why you like 1102. She was so brave. She never once begged or called out for you even with all the beatings, that is, until I put my cock inside her-”

Suddenly Dougier was on the ground. Wriothesley had moved so fast Neuvilette barely registered him vaulting over the table and landing a fist on Dougier's face. He managed to hammer down his fists onto Dougier some more before he felt multiple hands pull him backwards off Dougier, who was unconscious in a bloodied mess.

"GET OFF ME." He yelled at the gardemeks who held him back, but Neuvilette soon stepped in front of him, blocking his view of Dougier who was being tended to by medics.

"Wriothesley," his voice was stern, "the punching can wait until after his sentence. If he is sentenced back to Meropide then it is under your jurisdiction."

Wriothesley was breathing heavily, "he… he also… Archons, (y/n)..."

"I already let you land several hits on him" Neuvilette placed a hand on his shoulder, "but we need him alive for more information on the case, and for his trials."

Wriothesley watched, seething with rage as Dougier was taken away by the medics for further treatment. He wanted the scum to suffer as much as, if not more than (y/n). How could anyone do this to her?

Neuvilette sighed and motioned for the gardemeks to release Wriothesley, "I think it's best if you go visit (y/n) for now. I think you two need to talk."

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A/N

…now I'm sad... why do I do this to myself :") wrote this while hugging my blåhaj because I needed that warm shorky embrace.

(Tuna says hi :D and hopes everyone is okay after reading this)

I apologize for the late update, some parts of the chapter had to be rewritten to make more sense, but in the end it became longer than I planned (and I had to cut it here and continue next chapter)

Thanks for sticking around this long, I hope the update hurt you all as much as it did for me to write :"))) please stay safe and take care, and hug your pets/plushies for me 💕

P.s. I’m not sure how to write a proper experiment clearance form TwT I hope that wasn’t too off.

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[bitemevanitas]

Vanitas No Carte

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1) Vanitas: Dante has no survival skills, his need to win has replaced them.

Johann: That cant be true!

Vanitas: Watch this.

Vanitas: Hey Dante, race you to the bottom of the stairs!

Dante: *Throws himself out a window*

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2) Johann: I have issues.

Dante: Finally, you admit it! The fırst step to redemption is accept

Johann: With you.

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3) Johann: Are you guys bringing anything to the party?

Jeanne: Yeah, an empty stomach!

Vanitas: My sparkling personality.

Dante: A flagrant disregard for common decency?

Noé: ...

Noé: Chips.

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4) Vanitas: Yeah, I'm a false prophet, but you believed me, so whose fault is it really that we're in this mess?

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5) Noé: You use emojis like a straight person.

Johann: That's literally the worst thing anyone has ever said about me.

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6) Dominique: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Vanitas and Jeanne's convo?

Johann: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Dante: I'm in the washing machine.

Noé: Im in the closet.

Johann: We accept you Noé. <3

Noé: No I'm literally in the closet.

Johann: Love is love. <3

Noé: ...

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7) Vanitas: I never understood why people cared so much about their dumb friends until | got a dumb friend myself.

Vanitas: *Turns to look at Noé*

Vanitas: I've only befriended Noé for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him | would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

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8) Dominique: Is this gaslighting? Am | being gaslit?

Veronica: Domi, if | were gaslighting you, you'd never know it.

Dominique: Is THAT gaslighting?

Veronica: Shut up.

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9) Vanitas: You're giving me a sticker?

Luna: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying "me-wow!"

Vanitas: I'm not a stupid kid.

Luna: Fine, I’ll take it back..

Vanitas: No, I earned this, back off!

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10) Noé: So, I've organized your messages into three categories..

Noé: "From Vanitas".

Noé: "Death Threats".

Noé: and "Death Threats From Vanitas".

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11) Vanitas: What are you in the mood for?

Jeanne: World domination.

Vanitas: That's a bit ambitious.

Jeanne: You are my world.

Vanitas: Oh.

Jeanne:

Vanitas:

Jeanne:

Vanitas: OH.

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12) Dominique: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Noé: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Dominique: That one. | want that one.

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13) Vanitas: Here are two pictures. One of them is your bedroom, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which?

Noé:

Noé: This one is the dumpster.

Vanitas: They’re both your bedroom.

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14) Vanitas: Jeanne is playing hard to get.

Vanitas: Little does she know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

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15) Noé: Hey.

Vanitas: Hey?

Noé: I cant sleep. :/

Vanitas: I can. Goodnight :D

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16) Dominique: Crushes are the worst... Whenever I'm near mine, | start acting stupid.

Noé: But you always act stupid.

Noé:

Noé: Wait a minute...

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17) Vanitas: You got a date yet Jeanne?

Jeanne: No...

Vanitas: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

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18) Johann: Ugh, there's always that one weak bitch in the group who isn't down with murder.

Johann: *side-eyes Noé*

Noé: Well, sorry I have morals!

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19) Noé: You use humor to deflect your trauma.

Dominique: Awww, thanks!

Noé: That's not a good thing...

Dominique: All I'm hearing is that you think I'm funny.

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20) Jeanne: I still have no idea how I'm attracted to you...

Vanitas: Yeah, well, you're stuck with me, and no take backs, darling.

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21) Vanitas: There is no future. There is no past. Dont you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.

Noé: ...All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake fırst.

Vanitas: ....

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22) Vanitas: I want to kiss you.

Jeanne, not paying attention: What?

Vanitas: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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23) Vanitas: You disgust me.

Dante: *eats a kitkat sideways*

Vanitas:

Dante:

Vanitas:

Dante: I realize this and don't care.

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24) Luna: You know, there's something weird going on with your face?

Vanitas: What?

Luna, super happy: You're smiling! I didn't know you could do that?

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25) Vanitas: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Noé: Vanitas no.

Jeanne: Mistlefoe.

Noé: Please stop encouraging him.

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26) Vanitas: I was arrested for being too cool.

Jeanne: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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27) Vanitas: *Gets down on one knee*

Jeanne: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Vanitas: *Falls over*

Jeanne: The poison is kicking in.

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28) Vanitas: Am I going too far?

Dante: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

[sakura-gyarugal]

-Akatsuki randomness but it probably only makes sense to me-

Modern au I guess? Lowkey slander at some points. I love my boys tho- oh and very ooc

When going to brunch, Konan always makes sure to dress up while the rest of the members come in sweatpants and stains on their shirts. Excluding Itachi. He comes with a nice button up.

Kakuzu was definitely in the crypto and nft market not because he believed in it but because seeing all the idiots fall for it gave him an infinity money glitch

Kisame sings into the google microphone and expects the song to pop up. He also searches “song that go oh ohhh ohhh oh”

Sasori asked the group to use tone indicators and Deidara flat out says “slash joking” or “slash genuine”….like in real life

Hidan owns an Instagram account where he flexes in the camera with Russian phonk behind it. It has a stupid amount of flashes that he used from CapCut

Itachi sends inspirational quotes, good morning messages with a bunch of flowers, and stupid minion memes. Konan always hearts react while Deidara and Hidan skull react

Deidara is pretty handy in machinery, math, and chemistry but can’t make himself food without burning it…he’s so bad that he burns food in an airfryer

Already put this in a post like this before but Zetsu’s favorite movie is definitely smile, terrifier series, walrus, and the human centipede

Sasori has a really weak immune system and is constantly sniffling. He carries lysol and hand sanitizer everywhere

Deidara and Hidan quote things from Instagram reels and tiktok that literally no one else gets. A few things they constantly say: the yes king audios, are we deadass? jobs bro, never cook again, are you serious right now? I’m employed? What does this mean? The grandpa screaming at the camera saying “what!!!? oh hell nah!! Oh hell nah!!” They’re literally so insufferable

Orochimaru is an active member on Stan Twitter

Kisame owns Nike tech in every color 😔

Konan takes selfies with the group then blocks out their faces with a black square. Proceeds to mention everyone in the photo.

Yahiko def passed out getting his first piercing while konan and nagato held his hand.

Zetsu just says stuff when the room gets quiet. It’s always weird to. Then the silence gets more awkward.

Nagato cries to those sad dog commercials.

Deidara gets his accounts suspended every month for “hate speech” he simply makes a new account and continues hating.

Hidan definitely pointed to a person wearing a band shirt and said “name five songs”

Kakuzu lives on Facebook marketplace. He buys the stupidest crap too. Like one day he came back with dinosaur statue and put it in display in his living room.

Obito refuses to buy new socks and underwear until it’s nothing but a string left. He’s just walking around with holes in his underwear and socks 😭

Itachi is lowkey lactose intolerant. That doesn’t stop him from eating his favorite desserts

Sasori is allergic to everything. He uses it for his benefit. “Sorry guys can’t come today. The air is very dry therefore I have to stay inside.”

Yahiko used to be so many girls MySpace crushes

Itachi uses the fanciest colognes, hair care, skin care, etc. when the other members come over, they go immediately to his room and starting showering themselves in his expensive stuff 😭

Kisame does not play about his car. No eating, no drinking, and if you park too close to his car he’s going to leave a note on the windshield.

Konan is not motherly toward the group. In fact, she’s the ones that suggest them to do stupid crap. Oh, you think you can make the jump 6ft in the air? Hell yeah. Itachi is the voice of reason in the group.

Zetsu is probably on a stupid carnivore diet and tries to convince the other members to do it with him. Sometimes you see him sitting in the dark eating a stick of butter.

Obito goes on reddit for help. Like…for everything. “Am I the asshole for asking out my female friend for the 100th time after she told me no when she was 13?” “My left arm goes numb. Is that cancer?”

Deidara has the entire group as his close friends story but he posts the most mediocre content ever….like why are you posting your chipotle bowl with a sad song? No cares buddy

Kakuzu has all the members blocked unless he needs something

Sasori believes he’s like Dr house…he is not. He’s more like young Sheldon.

Nagato sucks at keeping secrets and lying. He turns bright red and starts itching making it very obvious

Hidan is banned from public libraries across the country

Itachi does audiobooks.

Kakuzu definitely pirates movies. He also brings full entrees to the movie theaters along with his camera.

Deidara has an instagram where he posts his cat, photos of himself, Hidan, clay projects with the stupidest captions. He always has foreigners in his comments like “?” Or “guys don’t translate the caption” or “what does this mean?”

Sasori and Itachi leave yelp reviews if they hate the service. Itachi will be more easy on it like, “The service wasn’t very great and I found the food to be a little underwhelming but appreciated the atmosphere of the restaurant.” Whereas Sasori is like, “the chicken is fucking disgusting. How hard is it to cook chicken? The owner and his chefs should kill themselves. In fact I hope you die by your uncooked chicken.”

Konan has a deep hatred from booktok yet she reads the books just to see if they’re really that bad

Nagato got a haircut but was too shy to say it looked bad and proceeded to cry in his car

Orochimaru posts freaky trap posts on tiktok with grandmas commenting “😍😍😍”

Obito probably owns a cybertruck

It takes Deidara an hour to be fully coherent after waking up. If you ask him a question he’s either going to grunt, glare at you, or slowly blink

Hidan bought his fur jacket off of depop…or he robbed someone. Who knows.

Kisame wears shirts with stupid quotes on them like “women love me. Fish fear me.”

Hidan was playing candy crush on kakuzu’s phone and had Kakuzu crashing out after Hidan used all of his combo candies

Deidara probably snatched a shirt from a kid because he believes he needs the sonic shirt (that fits like a crop top on him) more than the kid

Konan has those kpop key cards but instead it’s photos of Nagato and Yahiko

Obito likes girl bands. You just see this middle aged guy glowering and in his headphones it’s playing “flip that by loona”

Hidan has a streaming channel where he plays COD but it’s mainly him fighting with his viewers or trying to spread his religion. 5% gameplay 90% of yelling 5% reading his chats.

Kakuzu’s favorite show is the Atlanta housewives and sharktank.

[spitinsideme]

Peach blossoms and wolfsbane

By writer anon

Authors note:fun fact did you know that wolfsbane means mistrust in people or humans and that peaches mean honor,gentleness,and your beauty is unparalleled? Just thought that was worth noting! Also be warned bad writing and grammar ahead

Spitzy paced that floor of her bedroom then dramatically flops on her bed and sighs “Ugh there isn’t anything to do around here I can’t believe the dump fop that my county wants me to marry banned me from leaving the manor grounds…” “Nothing interesting happens around here anyways whats the big bloody deal if I just go into town for some fun.” Spitzy shaking her head gets up from her bed with some new found determination. “Right then no use moping about it I’m gonna get out of here and have some fun!” “I don’t need some cheeky sod telling me what I can and can’t do!” She said with vigor but right on cue the door to her room swings open and who should appear but her supposed fiancé Duke Chad Charming. “And just where in the bloody hell do you thing you are going?” He said with sour face. Spitzy huffs “ I’m leaving this manor I can’t take it being so stuffy in here I want to go outside and I will not have some man who thinks he has some sort of say in the matter stop me.” She said with a bit of bite in her tone. The duke however did not like that answer “You better watch how you speak to me or next time I’ll be sure to make you learn your place.” He snarled. With that he leaves the room filled with silence as Spitzy defeated sits on her bed her hand holding her cheek while her elbow in on her knee “wow what a charming bloke he was” she muttered “Great I’m not only gonna be stuck in a loveless marriage but I’m also stuck in this damn manor!” She throws a pillow at the door. Spitzy is at a loss but just when Spitzy was about to lament some more a knock could be herd as the door “Come in” said Spitzy feeling drained from the encounter she had with oh so lovely fiancé. Who should appear but Pomni her loyal but clumsy maid. “I have some news for you my lady.” She said in a quiet voice. “Oh and what would that be?” Spitzy asked. “Your dress is ready for the gala tonight” “Ugh that blooming thing? It’s already bad enough that I can’t just wear pants and a shirt to a stupid ball that I have to rub elbows with assholes that I hate but I also have to wear a dress?! Jolly good then just so swell!!!” Spitzy once again throws a pillow. With this the maid winces “My l-lady please this i-is unbecoming of a women of your status.I understand the duke isn’t the greatest-t and that the w-whole situation is truly dreadful and awful but there is no need to lash-h out.” She stutters. With sigh Spitzy nods and says “My apologies Pomni you are right I suppose I can at least try and look at the positives here.” “ Thats the way my lady.” Pomni says with a weak smile. “Besides who knows you might meet someone you fancy at that Ball tonight.” She says while picking up a brush. Pomni then proceeds to brush her lady’s hair. “Now lets get you all sorted out for the ball yeah?” Pomni chirps.

Meanwhile~

A 5’6 woman stretched her arms and yawn sharp fang-like teeth glinting in the light while the other older women who is wearing an eye patch companying her is reading the paper while sipping on some tea.They are in a first class train car that is heading towards an area where a carriage waits them.”Are we there yet?” Asked the sharptooth woman. The older woman replied “No not yet Nona so just relax and enjoy the ride.” “Remind me why we left the South for this event? Like don’t ya hate that duke and talked all sorts of shit about him?” The toothy woman asked in her southern accent. The older woman sighed and turned the page of the newspaper”Ever heard of keeping up appearances? Trust me I would love nothing more than to go home and sit in my rockin chair but the duke personally invited us all the way out here the least you can be is grateful that I even let you tag along.” “Oh please ya love me too much to leave me behind besides your husband wouldn’t let ya go unless I come along with cha.” Said the fanged woman “Ah yes I forgot that you are supposed to be my lousy guard dog do try and not get distracted by chasing some poor sap’s tail or your own.” She snickers. With that the fanged woman ears burned bright red with both anger and embarrassment “ HEY NOW WHO YOU CALLING LOUSY.” She shouted The older woman not even looking up from her paper reached over and petted her guard’s head “There there puppy no need to get your fur in a bunch.” She laughed.

The southern woman huffs and swats her hand away “Don’t call me that and secondly I’ll have ya know I don’t chase tail the ladies just swoon and be fallin at my feet.” She said with a puffed up chest. “The older woman barely peeks over her paper and says “Sure hun whatever floats your boat.” She opens her mouth to argue but nothing comes out then in defeat she slumps in her chair “you are one rotten women Miss Agatha Ragdolin you know that.” She muttered. Once again without looking up from her paper Agatha tuts and says”Aww don’t be like Winona ya know I was just teasing ya.Don’t be such a sour puss or in your case sour mutt.” She laughs a bit at her own joke. Still a little red with embarrassment Winona huffed again “ yeah yeah let’s get this stupid ball thing over with already.” She said while crossing her arms. Winona tipped her hat down to cover eyes as she leans back into her chair on leg cross her knee “Wake me up when we get there.” Said Winona. And with that she falls back asleep to the sounds of the car swaying and clacking on the tracks.

End of chapter 1

Author’s note: I hope you like it and I hope you don’t mind I gave you an icky chad as a fiancé don’t worry you will be with your southern anon soon and ditch the gross chad I also spontaneously decided to give anon fangs maybe make them a werewolf If you are into that I also decided to incorporate your au a bit if you don’t mind let me know what you want changed and stuff!

From,

Writer anon

i love you im kissing you throigh thr screen right now i asore you sooososmuxh youre the best ever i actyally love this so muxh ????i LOVE fangs and id get my shit absolutely fucked by a werewolf but for this one .. no werewolf .. i want my loveky southern lesboan anon as human as can be i wantto.feel the skin to skin touch .. keeo her fangs though i love sharp teeth but honestly i want.nothing changed tjats besutoudk keeo it going as it is i love itsososmuxh i will look forward tothe next chaoter with excitement ❤️❤️

[gladdygirl18]

We stan cuddle tickles here

blue me, pink GF

So last night, my GF and I were watching Netflix's new show "PLUTO," (def recommend if you are/were a fan of "Astro Boy") and we were lying on the couch. The position we were in allowed me to lay on her side/almost on top of her, and my hands were completely wrapped around her in a hug (it was the best thing ever 🥰☺️💖)

As I was hugging my GF (who was playing Pokemon SV) I said, "How are you so huggable and cuddable?" she chuckled and replied, "I don't know." I continued to nuzzle into her, enjoying the lovely (and surprisingly comfortable) position we were in

After a while, as I continued to hug my GF, I said "I love this. Cuddling and hugging you like this... it makes me feel warm, safe... and loved..." she said, "awww.... you're adorable..."

I looked up at her and smiled as i was still nuzzling into her (i was a bit needy and wanted her to cuddle me back 🤭😤) so I said, "come on, where's that smile?" she said, "Oh my God, you are so needy." and proceeds to tickle me, and it's not like i couldn't do anything since my other arm was underneath her/wrapped around her

"I wahahahasn't being neheheheedyhyhyhy!" "Yeah you are! You keep saying, 'oh come on smile,' 'you're so cuddly and huggable' you just wanted my attention when I'm trying to play Pokemon." (she said this lovingly and with feigned annoyance) I was so happy in that moment and yes, I did want attention becuz her attention was all on her game (i'm not being selfish, just being a little bratty)

Oh and I forgot to mention, I got my first ever raspberry from her too...... 😳😳😳😳

yyyyyup, so I'm apparently very weak to them and if I'm standing up and she's sitting down, she can easily blow a raspberry on my stomach

holy shit i felt like I was ascending and about to die at the same time, I was so happy💖☺️🥰💖☺️🥰

And later on this morning, when we were waking up, she always likes to cuddle me from behind, and always wraps her arms around me. And she always likes to lift up my shirt and just place her hands on my stomach A) her hands are sometimes a bit cold and my stomach is warm (i give off a lot of heat for some reason idk 🤔🤷🏾‍♀️) and B) just so she can pat my stomach for funsies. however, whenever i know she's about to tickle me, her hands go still and instand of caressing my stomach (in a non-tickly manner) she starts lightly dragging her nails across my belly

AND SHE DOES THIS ALL THE TIME, OMGGGGGGGG 🫣😳💖💖🫣😳💖😳

This time, I caught on and said, "Don't you dare..." "What? What are you talking about?" "You know what..." "Don't I dare what? You mean... THIS!" and proceeds to tickle my stomach once again..... 💖💖😳😳

Can I just take a momet, step back, and appreciate how much she does this to me and how much i love it? 💖💖😍🥰🥰😍💖 cuz like, I only know one other person in my life who will tickle me if i asked (I have like 3 cousins who would too, but i'm talking about a friend who is damn near like my brother)

but yeah that's the tickle tea spilled for this time 'round! Stay tuned for the next story! 💖🥰✨

tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @burningablaze @cutesmokes @lovelymessybubbly @otomiyaa @sunstone-smiles @idreamofticklehugs

[loftwingsuarus]

tl:dr Citra beats up a dude. takes place in the au where they fake their death or whatever

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Citra and a stranger are yelling at each other in the parking lot, and when Rowan walks out the store outlets, he thinks: oh no. Citra rolls up her sleeves. Rowan puffs out a breath and does the silly little jog that people do when crossing a busy street. God knows Citra's about to send this clown to a revival center. Rowan grabs her arm before she can start swinging.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Citra-" she pushes him off and glares at the man.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that!" she spits. They're still going on.

"This your girl?" the stranger asks. "Because she's talking crazy dude-"

"You didn't see the way he was screaming at me!" Citra shouts. Rowan did, in fact, see the way he was screaming at her. He did not like it.

"Okay okay, hold on, let me handle this, okay?" Between the two of them, there's no pacifists, but Rowan doesn't straight-up prefer violence. Citra huffs, but she lets him. If only because she usually gets her way in the end.

Some tall guys are gangly. They gangle or whatever. Rowan does not. He looks like he benches your ass at the gym. He walks into the stranger's personal space, and then keeps going. The stranger backs up two steps for every one that Rowan takes. This guy is not built enough to be picking fights with ex-scythes- not that he knows they are. He's not built enough to be picking fights with anyone, actually.

"First off, she was talking crazy-"

"Nope, don't wanna hear it," Rowan says, "You can apologize-"

"I'm not apologizing! Your girl is a psycho-"

"No, shut up, don't care. You can either apologize, or you can fight her."

"Seriously? You're not going to fight me?" he asks. That throws Rowan for a loop. He looks at the man like he is an imbecile.

"Nah. She wants the smoke, she got it."

"Come on, man," he says, throwing his hand up, "I feel bad beating down on a girl."

"Right, but you didn't feel bad cursing her out earlier?"

"Dude, she was acting like a psycho-"

Rowan suddenly gets an idea of who exactly this person is and why they singled out Citra. He really hates this guy. He's not about to go defending Citra's honor, but Rowan has changed his mind about letting her curb stomp him.

"Yeah? Well I'm about to feel bad seeing my girl beat down on you," he replies, which isn't true. He's going to enjoy it immensely.

At that, the man starts fuming. His face turns so red, Rowan thinks he'll start boiling like a kettle.

"I fucking warned you," he tells Rowan before he stalks off. Rowan continues giving him a blank stare.

The man strides up to Citra, who is standing with her arms crossed and her hair tied up. He throws the weakest punch of all time. For a split second, Rowan thinks to himself: Holy shit. He actually thinks Citra is weak because she's a woman.

Citra dodges the world's weakest hit with minimal effort. She grabs his arm with both hands. All she does is hold it, and his own momentum dislocates his shoulder.

"AAH!"

Not feeling particularly merciful, Citra proceeds to throw him against the curb by the dislocated arm. It's like a scene straight out of the UFC when she slams the whole weight of her body into his back. It sounds like a kid breaking pencils in class. His spine is shattered and his ego is devastated.

Rowan comes up with his hands in his pockets.

"Damn, I just wanted to get lunch," he says. "Are we good now?"

The man is still groaning in pain. The Thunderhead, ever silent nowadays, probably dispatches an ambudrone, but doesn’t do much else. People are alternating between staring and scurrying away from whatever the hell just happened in front of them. Citra does arm stretches like she's warming up for a run.

"Oh, we're good." She rolls her neck. "We're even.” She takes Rowan by the arm and they walk off.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"I like it."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Then you might also like their other slogan: 'DEMAND DEMOCRACY!'"

"Oh, yeah. That's a good one."

"Nope. That's weak."

"Not *hard communist* enough for me."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Personally, I agree -- It lacks the *pizzazzo* of *EVERY WORKER -- A MEMBER OF THE BOARD*."

"What exactly do they mean by it, though? What's the demand?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "It's quite simple, you see. Every time the Wild Pines Group makes a decision -- about, what? About *anything* really -- it needs the signature of *each* of the 2,200 workers in its Martinaise terminal."

"Just so you understand, this is but one of *twenty-two* terminals owned by Wild Pines. Essentially -- not only are they *kings* of the company, they are also kings of the 72,000 employees of Wild Pines Group."

"That's pretty funny, I have to admit."

"The workers can't be kings. The king is king.

"The king is dead. Long live the workers!"

"What are you going to do?" (Proceed.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "That may well be. It's not up to me to decide who is king. But as negotiations go -- it's not a swell start."

"What are you going to do?" (Proceed.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'm not sure. Naturally I assumed that was just their opening position, a hard-nosed tactic with a side of mockery. But there's been no follow up, just the same nonsensical slogan repeated over and over again..."

"And *now* people are getting *lynched*, I hear. Behind the Whirling-in-Rags… a disastrous situation if there ever was one."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Excuse me," the lieutenant looks up from his notes, "From whom did you *hear* about this lynching?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "I first heard it from the *boia* at the gates,” her reply comes quick, “the one who's very name advertises his aversion to work. I think he said it was *Call Me Mañana*."

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - This checks out.

3. "The scabs at the gate -- did you put them there?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "The... *scabs*?" She raises her brow. "You mean the huddled masses of Jamrock, come to plead for work where the Union refuses to?"

"If they were organized by Wild Pines or its affiliates then it would be a company secret. I could not share it with you -- not right now at least…"

RHETORIC [Easy: Success] - It's implied she's open to discussing this matter with you at a later occasion.

4. "Tell me about this Union boss -- Mr Claire."

JOYCE MESSIER - "Evrart Claire is a man of the *utmost* integrity. If you can say one thing about him, it's that he always puts the interests of the workers first."

"Really?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "Of course not. Evrart is *fantastically* corrupt. I imagine he has a thick, viscous goo where you and I have blood."

[wearykatie]

Journey Into the Wild Beyond - Chapter 3: Thither (Part 2)

Cool, now we have a hag in a cottage in a forest kidnapping children, and the teenagers from another world are here to…wait, the book suggests pushing her into an oven? That’s a little too on the nose even for the references in this campaign. Well, I’m sure my players will think of a plan that is at least that strange. But hey, they need to infiltrate and rescue hostages first. 

Isekai-Yay, Mother Hubbard

Like Bavlorna, Skabatha had a weakness that could be exploited. She would forget the first creature she saw every day and they would remain invisible to her until they attacked her. But there's a catch in the book: she has a jar of moths beside her bed and she looks into that every morning to forget one of those and rid herself of the weakness.

That presented an annoyance, because unless the party found out about the moths, infiltrated Loomlurch undetected, stole the jar, then waited until the next dawn, Skabatha's weakness is entirely pointless because it can't be exploited.

I chose to ignore the jar and say that Skabatha had locked herself in her room bedroom and study because she had heard of Bavlorna's demise and was extremely paranoid. This positioned Skabatha where the party could use proper tactics if they wanted.

Oh, they wanted.

Seize the Means of Production

I did my best to avoid certain themes in the campaign. In our session zero, I asked about lines and veils. I have personal lines and veils that affect my DMing, and most are pretty reasonable things, but some are things that might be common in other settings. 

Communication between players and GMs is key. 

Luckily, The Wild Beyond the Witchlight is mostly tame. There are creatures that may trigger phobias or certain themes that may bother some, but those can easily be avoided. I mentioned before that I didn’t use a scarecrow that had a tormented child’s spirit in it, and it’s because I didn’t feel comfortable with children and animals being harmed. I’m okay with references to it, but dwelling on it is too much. That’s one of my veils.

Baked into the story is a clever way to avoid that sort of thing. See, Zybilna takes issue with children being hurt too, and she has magic in place that whisks kids off to safety if they’re in peril. There are limits to this, which is why Skabatha can have a workshop full of children working, but the moment she tries to physically harm any of them, they’re gone. 

But Loomlurch was going to be a pretty empty place if there weren’t any kids in there, so it became a rescue op. The party approached, talk to some goblin vendors on the outside, learned they could have an audience with the hag if they went in the front door and requested it, and then promptly ignored that to unlock the side door.

When the front door is an obvious trap, the clear answer is to walk the length of the building and sneak in through the kitchen. And once again we were presented with a problem. We didn’t have a rogue. I mean, we did, but she was an npc who showed up at random points when needed and “every locked door” was a little too convenient, so I let the players figure out how to proceed. 

They took the pins out of the hinges and took the whole damn door off the side of the building.

While they were patting themselves on the back, I described a young girl shackled to a table peeling potatoes, staring at them who then said, “Granny’s gonna be mad.”.

Yeah, they were stealthy, but the kid, Mishka, was working right across from the kitchen door. She was going to see what they were doing no matter how stealthy they were. Mishka told them how many other kids were in Loomlurch, and also introduced the party to Elkhorn, a dwarven fighter who had been captured by Skabatha and locked in the kitchen. With a little work, the party freed both. Elkhorn offered to help and Mishka was sent running outside to find Alice and the unicorn Lamorna who were waiting for any freed children. More on that later. 

Elkhorn is a member of Valor’s Call, a group of heroes who pursued their bitter enemies, the League of Malevolence to Prismeer. I have a lot to say about all of that nonsense in Chapter 5.

The party also discovered a fire elemental trapped in the hag’s oven as the heating element. Now, since Skabatha has a quirk where she forgets the first person she sees every morning, the book thinks the players will set up a trap where when Skabatha goes to check the oven, the character invisible to her will push her inside and shut it. 

My players freed the fire elemental and became friends with it.

They pushed the heavy table against the door to the hag’s study, instructed the fire elemental to wait for them to rescue the kids, then set off to do just that. This isn’t even the wackiest thing they did.

Chekhov’s Potato

Elora grabbed a potato on the way out of the kitchen. Trust me, this will be important.

In their search, they found more kids, a living doll who acted as a sort of factory foreman, a small zombie in a pig mask, and tin soldiers. But first, they found a room with portraits lined by thorns. There were five portraits: Baba Yaga, the three hags of the Hourglass Coven, and Natasha. 

They found that when one of them brushed the thorns, the portraits changed to show them and their closest family. For Elora, she saw herself, her brother, her sister, and her parents. Hakewood just saw himself and his parents. Artie saw himself, his parents, and the two elves from his vision. Early saw herself and members of a warband her family had been associated with. Rhin saw herself, her adoptive parents, and a goblin couple she didn’t recognize. She quickly sketched drawings of the goblins using her restored artistic creativity. 

They also found a rocking horse - the one Skabatha flew around on normally. The horse had an indentation on its forehead…about the size of a unicorn horn they had been given by Will of the Feywild. Before uniting the horn with the horse, Elora used her alchemy jug to cover the ground in the immediate area with mayonnaise to deter it from running off.

Y’all, D&D might be a little weird.

The unicorn came to life. It was Elidon, Lamorna’s mate.

The party got near the end of the children they were rescuing. They had sent all of them outside to where Alice was waiting with Lamorna. But there were tin soldiers (literal metal constructs) between them and the remaining kids. For the first batch, Artie turned into a goat and started chewing on one of them. Points for creativity. Double points for saying he was doing the screaming goat meme the whole time. 

For the second group of tin soldiers on the third floor, Elora used her Magical Tinkering feature to make the potato emit Rust Monster sounds, then threw it into the room with the tin soldiers. I can’t remember if she rolled an intimidation check or if I just rolled a wisdom save for the tin soldiers, but they ran out of the room, right off the balcony, crashed into the ground, and kept running into the woods. 

Technically, the tin soldiers are immune to fear effects, but you have to admit, that was a Rule of Cool moment. 

They found the last two kids, but one of them was deathly ill. Medicine checks were made to try to cure him, but the rolls weren’t there. Rather than this ending badly for the child, I used the failed rolls as an opportunity to reveal something. Alice called out to the party from outside, asking for an update. They told her about the poisoned kid. She knew the unicorn could help. She hesitated a moment at the threshold, and then ran into the building to get the kid. 

Up to this point, Alice had stressed that she couldn’t help the party fight the hags. She couldn’t even go into their lairs. The party was about to find out why. As soon as she entered Loomlurch, a scream of rage echoed through the building, coming from the direction Skabatha was in. Alice apologized to the party, said she would explain later, scooped up the sick kid, and ran back outside. 

Burn the Witch

Skabatha had been alerted to their presence, but hadn’t made her move yet, so the party returned to the kitchen. They set up a good plan, so I let them carry it out. They opened the door to the study and sent the fire elemental in first. Skabatha saw it, then immediately forgot it was there. This led to a surprise fire attack in the first round. See? Tactics.

The battle that followed was chaos. Partly because there were a lot of players and NPCs with turns, and partly because this was a pretty cramped room. But, they succeed, and Skabatha fell, but not before accusing them of working for Endelyn.

Hakewood and Artie recovered their missing items. Hakewood’s was a piece of a metal sign that read “& Son” and could reform into a bracer for his arm. In a vision, he saw the day he left for Magewood Academy. His parents had a surprise for him. They had the sign outside the shop updated to now read “Hakewoods & Son”, as a sign that he was ready to be an equal partner in the business. They were proud of him, and they said that one day he may even have a shop of his own. Then everyone would know the name Thomas Hakewood. Tom now had his item, “Forged Legacy”, and his name back. 

Artie picked up a compass and saw the same vision of the running wolves from before, only this time, he was leaving the other two in the dust with his speed and navigation skills. He made it back home before his cousins did, to the home of their grandparents in the Feywild. This whole time he had extended family in the Feywild, and it turned out, he was an expert tracker. He recovered the item “The Way Home” and his sense of direction.

Setting Things Up for a Bitter End

In the aftermath, Alice entered and explained herself. She was a construct. A creation of Endelyn. The other hags would be able to sense an agent created by their sister’s magic and would suspect treachery if Alice were to set foot in their homes, which might put the party at further risk. Surprisingly, the party wasn’t all that bothered by this since most had suspected as much already. 

What was surprising was when Early made Alice touch the thorns in the portrait room. Well, heck. What to do there? Portraits changed to show…Elora’s family? The party used this to convince Alice of her true allegiance - to her family (Elora) and not to her creator.

They stayed overnight in Loomlurch to rest and plan their next move. They had to go to Yon to defeat Endelyn, but they knew she was waiting for them, and by now, word of the other hags’ demise would have reached her. 

Dealing With Absent Friends

Before I conclude this chapter, I want to briefly touch on a problem we ran into at the end of Chapter 3. Artie’s player was dealing with a family tragedy outside of the game and that eventually led to him taking the rest of the campaign off. I repeatedly tell my players when things like this come up that as much fun as our game can be, real life comes first. 

I wanted to wait for Artie’s player. Especially because Artie was about to have a really cool moment between chapters. But after a few weeks of delays, we talked about it and he wasn’t sure when or if he could return, so with his blessing, the game moved on. I hated doing it. I wanted everyone to be there for the final two chapters and games are more fun when the whole group is there. Also, Artie’s player is a really good friend who I love dearly and enjoy spending time with. But the show must go on. 

In the interest of not playing Artie as an NPC and utterly failing to do that amazing character justice, I would find a way to write Artie out of the story for a little while with the hope of a triumphant return later. I kept the player updated on everything that was happening - not just with Artie but with the rest of the group. I hope I did right by the character in the end.

I’ll talk about Artie’s departure and the transition to Chapter 4 next time on this ever-growing blog.

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Chapter thrrrrree!

I suppose what's next is the 3rd trial...

Yeah, in that trial; Ibuki and Hiyoko were killed and Mikan was the killer...

She was? Mikan usually seems more meek and shy but I never expected it, what happen exactly?

Well you see Monokuma decided to spread a virus known as the Despair Disease, which are transmitted by very tiny insects on the island.

The symptoms range from high fever, very weak and need lots of rest, but they're still capable of moving and walking around but it's very unpredictable what you'll get and in worse cases could result in someone nearly dying - like with Nagito for example.

So Monokuma planted a sick motive it was possible one of them could of died?

For a motive, it's a very uncreative one at that - I wonder if he was expecting anyone to die from the motive...?

Knowing him he wanted more dead bodies but let's get to the movie...

Right, I'll get my answers question as the movie proceeds...

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DAYS LEFT: 15

*Mikan walk into each room, checking over the bedding*

We-Well; seems the beds are clean and it looks like we got things like scalpels, stretchers, defibrillators, wheelchairs among many other items th-that aren't at my cottage...

Bu-But they don't have many gloves and mask i-if so-someone gets seriously i-injured... I guess whoever was left didn't have a lot of supplies...

We-Well at least if so-someone gets se-seriously injured; I can tre-treat them here!

*As then Mikan enters the final patient room*

O-Okay this should be the last room then I'll-.

...! *As Mikan look inside she saw someone*

*It was Fuyuhiko who was lying on the bed and looking out the window*

Fu-Fu-Fu-Fuyuhiko! Your alive, o-oh thank god your alive!

O-Oh uh... Mi-Mikan, hey... I guess the rest of you are here as well...?

We-Well ye-ye-yes, we are but um... we-well...!

So-Sorry I need to inform the others about this, th-this is urgent! *Mikan rushes out of the room and goes to inform the others of what has happen*

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*A couple hours pass and it's night time*

O-Oh my, it's quite late isn't it...?

We-Well I think we should all head back to the cottages; I hope you do well Fuyuhiko... see you tomorrow...

Ye-Yeah... see ya later man, hope for the best!

*As then everyone leaves one by one, heading in for the night... save for one person*

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[i-cant-sing]

if plat!yandere!shiratorizawa found out their “frail kitten” doesn’t like how she looks like (most of the time she’s insecure) would they comfort her or gaslight their way for her to think of something else

There's so many things they could do. Let's start with the basics-

They'd all gather up in your room, arms crossed against their chest as they ask you to explain why you've been crying for the past few days everytime you looked in the mirror. Of course, you try to brush them off, change the subject, but the moment Ushijima says your name in that dead, monotonous voice, you know its better to tell them the truth than whatever punishment Ushijima would deliver.

Y/n, sniffles: idk... I just... I feel so ugly...

Tendou: oh hon, you're not! You're the most beautiful human being! *the rest of the team murmurs in agreement, except for Ushijima*

Y/n, shrugging: I- I understand that's how you see me- or at least pretend to, but I just- I personally don't think I am beautiful...

The team looks at Ushijima for help, who's just been staring at you all this time.

Ushijima: I think you're blind.

Y/n, and the team: huh?

Ushijima: your vision must be getting weak. Its because of you being on your phone all the time. I'm confiscating it until you learn to manage your time better. And you better eat all those carrots I picked up from my farm. I'll make you carrot juice, carrot soup, carrot smoothie, carrot cake-

Y/n: what no-

Ushijima, narrowing his eyes: don't say "no". You will eat those damn carrots. I'm not risking you going blind because of your stubbornness.

Y/n: my vision is fine! It's because of you I feel so ugly!

Ushijima, confused: what do you mean?

Y/n, sniffles: it's because you won't let me go shopping on my own! Or- or- hang out with my friends! Or have any friends at all! My only recreational activity now is you forcing me to train with you at yhe gym! And i dont even like to work out! I'm ugly- because of you!

Ushijima:

The team:

Y/n:

Ushijima, walks upto you, places his hands on your shoulder: I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't know you felt this way. I thought you already knew how pretty you are. Look- *proceeds to turn you around to the mirror* I know I don't say this enough, but look at yourself. Look at that face, at those muscles, at those calves. Even your hair looks like me, no? You are beautiful, because you look like a mini version of me.

Y/n:

The team:

Ushijima:

Y/n:

Ushijima: you are a mini Ushijima-

Y/n, proceeds to wail and run out of the room crying:

The team:

Ushijima: what? Ill go check-

Semi: no- ill go check on her. You stay here, Ushijima.

Ushijima:

Tendou: YOU GAVE HER THOSE UGLY BANGS, TOSHI?

Ushijima, nods: yeah. She said she wanted to go to the salon for a hair cut. So I did it instead.

The team, starts laughing: Oh you messed up, Ushijima. You messed upppp big time!

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Semi, after putting reader back to bed: y/n... would prefer if no body ever called her mini Ushijima, ever again. And I'm taking her to salon tomorrow, to repair the damage...

Ushijima, still doesn't understand what was wrong the choppy bangs he cut with kitchen scissors: you... can take my card.

[imaeraser]

Hello!

I really love your headcannons about Strawhats with Teen reader, that's why...

If you don't mind - Can I ask for Platonic Strawhats with Female! Teen reader that tend to be the quietest in the crew because of her shyness?

I also had and the next idea after this one- but I don't want to overwhelm you with it. Take care of yourself!

Have a nice day!

Sorry for the wait, here you go!

Luffy

He was intrigued by you

That’s why he forced you onto his ship. And then he realized that instead of having a convoluted backstory, you were shy

And quite honestly it was refreshing

Even though he likes being around Chopper and Usopp and be loud as heck, he likes spending time with you

You balance him out

And even though you’re not an adult, he’ll go to you for advice. This makes the rest of the crew confused (and low-key mad) because he doesn't want their advice

But most of the time he doesn’t take your advice anyways

I think that you two are close, seeing as he is endlessly extroverted and will break through your walls no matter how hard you try

Most of the time he leaves you to your own devices, but he will drag you to large parties and make you feel as welcome as possible

He does the same on the ship, but that was never a problem anyways because everyone likes you

Feels the need to protect you, not only because you’re a member of the crew, but also because you’re the youngest

10/10 I can see him giving you some of his food (only some)

Zoro

Ultimate big brother vibes

Likes to go to you for a quiet space because the ship can be loud

So he spends a lot of time with you… sleeping

He also half-asks questions to fill up the space and gets to know you pretty well

He also feels a need to protect you since he sees you as kinda weak (but almost everyone is weaker compared to him)

He will also feel the need to shield you from the craziness of the ship

Like sir, it’s nice that you care, but they can take care of themselves too you know?

Doesn't incorporate you into the crew since… he’s mostly sleeping. But he would try, and he would fail because they already like you

Cue him being shocked that he wasn’t your only friend on board, but to be fair he is sleeping most of the time and not watching you

He likes the calmness you bring to the ship, good for his meditation sessions (but I don't think you want to just sit there why he meditates)

I can see you having fun with him and Chopper, maybe play a board game

8/10 calm down sir, they can take care of themselves

Nami

She’s like the cool and fun older sister

She likes to dress you up in her old clothes, and then gush about how cute you look (no, not her super tiny bikinis)

She takes it onto herself to guide you through… whatever I guess

Also feels the need to protect you from dudes

I think that she gives good advice, but when combined with Robin the two of them give life-altering wisdom

You can go to her for anything from how to sew to how to manipulate people

Always gives you juice when the crew starts drinking

If the ship starts to get too rowdy she will shout at everyone to keep it down, and then turn to smile at you as if her actions were for you

She will share her tangerines with you

I think that she wants to protect you, but is frustrated at the fact that she can’t be as strong as the Monster trio (but everything works out in the end)

If you borrow money from her, she will reduce the interest (only by a little)

9/10 only downside is the interest (if you ever borrow money)

Usopp

He was high-key suspicious of you

To be fair he is suspicious of anyone and everything, and seeing as you were quiet he was on the edge

But after you saved his life, he gets all buddy-buddy (really Usopp? You got saved by a teenager)

I think the two of you would get to know each other when he’s working on a new invention, and you guys are having idle chatter

Now he tried to act like a cool older brother. Always ready to swoop in and talk about his “accomplishments”

He will do just about anything to make you laugh

I can see some crazy (but fun) times with him, Chopper, and Luffy

He would give bad advice, but occasionally he does have some piece of wisdom

He would try to protect you, but… yeah

He ends up feeling bad, and incompetent. But tell him that he was amazing or something and he’ll be fine

I think he would get frustrated when you beat him at a game of cards

10/10 he is just so fun to be around

Sanji

Also acts like an older brother

He tries to protect you from guys, saying that they’re all dogs (but then you point out that he’s a guy)

This also means he tries to limit your time around Zoro, saying that he’s a bad influence

Then the two start to fight and right as they pull you into it, Nami hits both of them and carries you off to eat or something

Gives you more food because you’re still growing

He is a surprisingly good listener and when he chimes in his advice are always good

And like all of the crew, he will try to protect you from danger (ma’am you are still a teen, why are you on this ship? Oh wait, Luffy…)

I said he acts like your older brother, but he also acts like a proud dad sometimes

Like sir, why are you crying? All they did was perform twinkle twinkle little star on the piano (Brook taught you)

He also tries to restrain his pervert tendencies around you, but when they inevitably happen he can’t look you in the eyes for several days (he also smokes more. It gets to a point where you have to confront him)

He also teaches you how to cook

8/10 he can get a little extra sometimes

Chopper

If things get too crazy on the ship, he likes to go to you

I feel like he would try to act like a big brother, but you would just pet him (sorry Chopper)

I can see Chopper trying to get you to socialize more with the crew. Just drags you out with his tiny Reindeer paws

I can see you confiding in him a lot because it’s kinda like venting to a stuffed animal (again, sorry Chopper)

He gives (almost) child-like advice, but it’s so simple and it always works

I think you would beat both him and Usopp at games, and then they would proceed to chase you around

He would try to protect you, but he also knows that you need to push yourself to get stronger, so he lets you fight some of your fights

When you end up hurt, he always makes sure to be extra vigilant with your care

I believe that you would also try to protect him, but his pride would end up hurt

I think you two would spend a lot of time in his office for a quiet place to read (and for him to do work)

He makes you help him organize stuff

10/10 a great duo

Robin

She is the kind older sister

She is such a good listener, and her advice would solve all of the world's problems

If things get crazy on the ship, you go to her. She has the presence of calm around her that just soothes you

I think she would also like to participate in dressing you up with Nami. That means you get to wear Nami’s old clothes and Robin’s old clothes

Robin always has an extra book and cup of tea reserved for you. Tea times are when you two like to ramble about anything and everything. This is also the place where you can vent and the both of you talk about your past

She would like to teach you about world history, while you listen and ask questions

She would try to teach you how to read one glyph, but if it’s too hard she stops (and low-key gets sad)

Robin also lets you help her garden. She enjoys having a person keep her company while she does the things that make her happy

She thinks that you are too adorable, and that also makes her go into a momma bear mode when she thinks you are in danger

She will yell at crew members, and she will annihilate the enemies

Robin sees you in a similar way to Chopper, so if you say something dirty or cuss, her image of you will be ruined

10/10 she is perfection

Franky

I see him as a weird uncle figure

He mostly hides in his workshop and creates weird but cool inventions while you watch him and ask what he is doing

I don’t see you two talking about important things, just you two having fun and making jokes

He is fun to watch, but when he tries to get you to participate— it’s even more fun

I can see Robin trying to shield you from him (hey, he says he’s a pervert)

He would share his cola with you (I can see some very fun crew bonding time when everyone gets cola and huddles around Franky’s new invention)

Franky is the opposite of shy, so sometimes it gets to be a bit too much

Like sir, please leave them alone for one second

I think that Franky and Usopp would try to teach you how to make things

And if you like to prank people… they’ve created a monster

Expect all three of you to get yelled at

8/10 pretty good, but he does say some stuff that you don’t get sometimes

Brook

Another weird uncle

When he asked to see your panties, both Robin and Nami slapped him so hard, he had flown off

He never asked again

I can see him joining in on the Robin history over tea, and add things in he knows from living during the period (dang he’s old)

He occasionally makes the tea you three drink

I think he would try to teach you how to use a sword, and then get yelled at so he teaches you to play instruments instead

He’s a surprisingly easy-going teacher, if you don’t practice he’s not mad. He just assumes you don't want to learn. That means he won’t teach you, which leads you to practice

He would let you peek inside of his skull and then jumpscare you. It works every time

Brook would tell you about what he did during the two-year time skip, all while you’re laughing at the fact they called him Satan

I think that being around you and Luffy would make him remember his days as a teen

Starts to get all weary like a dad (and just like Sanji)

7/10 rough start, but good ending

Jinbei

He is the dad (not like, is)

He is always concerned for your health, and whether you should be fighting or not

He told Luffy that it was ridiculous to bring a teen on board, but then he realized Luffy is only 19…

Jinbei is always there to make sure you feel included, and will often leave the crew’s festivities just to hang out with you

Honestly, his old man self likes the quiet you bring

If you ask him, he’ll tell you about Fishman history (also over Robin History Tea Times)

100% tries to protect you. I think that can make you frustrated at times, but he has saved you so you can’t be too mad

So he teaches you Fishman Karate (it gets Robin’s stamp of approval because there are no sharp objects)

Jinbei gives the best advice, again dad and old man

He’s able to see different perspectives and tell you the best course of action (that gets annoying when you just want him to take your side, but you have Nami and Robin for that)

Also is proud of you when you achieve something (part of the tears dad group)

10/10 every group needs a parent figure

[jenoloqy]

9:12am ❀ yuta nakamoto : 0.6k words

the flowers in the greenhouse start to bloom.

if you’re being honest, it's a surprise to see that the plants aren’t dead yet, since you’re the one tending to them. according to mark lee — your co-president of the environmental club and someone who’s more capable with dealing with the flowers, the flowers will start to bloom until the next three days, but it’s blooming now. and you’re happy. and you’re probably a little too happy at that. but it’s not like anyone can get tired of your smile, specifically the boy whose gaze is currently on you instead of his teammates.

the greenhouse is located near the field, so soccer player!yuta is able to see the faint smile on your face as you walk out the door and to the empty lot of soil with two big pots occupying your arms.

it’s almost embarrassing how many times he glances your way, he thinks as the wind rushes to his face, but he can’t help it.

at least he’s doing it while it’s practice, and not during an actual game, or else he'll be fucked.

“stop staring at your girlfriend.” taeyong kicks the ball and tries to aim it at yuta’s forehead, but the boy is quick to regain his senses and grab it with two hands, sending a threatening glare at his teammate before kicking the ball to the other side of the field. his face turns into a ridiculous shade of red at how taeyong refers to you.

“she’s not my girlfriend.” but i wish she was. he mumbles to the lather.

no. he thinks he can’t stand this anymore.

you let out a small giggle as you show off the new bloomed plants to the other members in the club, and taeyong chuckles when he sees the way his friend is looking at you. of course he’s teasing yuta, this man has had a fucking crush on you for months already.

for someone as popular as him, it’s amazing how one person can turn him weak.

“then?” taeyong nudges yuta’s arm, then proceeds to grab his shoulders and pushes him off the field. “what are you waiting for?”

“i’m going to kill yo—”

“hey, y/n!” when your face turns to see who’s calling, your eyes make contact with yuta, and taeyong finds the perfect time to duck his head down and run away from the situation.

you're looking right at him.

he’s going to kill taeyong.

he can’t even do anything but to walk towards you, it would be so weird to call out your name and just leave it at that. his heart is weak, the sweat feels stickier on his practice uniform. you were far enough that yuta can admire you from a distance, but you’re now much closer, he doesn’t know what to do.

he’s going to kill taeyong.

“oh. hey yuta,” you say, with a little too much enthusiasm. yuta doesn’t even know how on earth he started liking you… it just did… well, maybe it was because nothing ever stopped you from greeting him and hosting conversations with someone like him, who is probably out of your league, yeah maybe.

he doesn’t know.

he’s nervous, what is wrong with him? can he not talk to a girl properly? “you… okay?”

“yeah, uh… yeah i’m okay.” he says through an awkward giggle, if you notice anything, you don’t point anything out. and yuta knows he should start heading back to do some more drills, but you’re now talking to him about the plants you grew with that pretty smile that he grew to love.

okay, uh, he’s going to have a heart attack before he can even kill taeyong.

[idy-ll-ique]

Just Peachy.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, overall very fluffy and cute

Requested: nope

Summary: in which Y/N gets hurt and Ransom is the perfect fiancé.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! ok im gonna say it,,, im a hoe for soft!ransom idc idc. enjoy!

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"If anything happens while I'm at work, if you get hurt, don't hesitate to call me, alright? I'll be home in 15 minutes. Just call." Wise words by Ransom Drysdale, her fiancé.

Was she going to do that? Nope! Y/N grumbled from her position on the ground; she was walking down the stairs when she had tripped and fallen, ending up in a heap on the floor with one ankle definitely broken and a cut on her temple. Slowly, as the pain got too much to bear, she started crawling to the best of her abilities towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

As she neared the bathroom her hopes went up, until she saw the cupboard above the sink on top of which the first aid kit was kept. "Who fucking keeps it so high up?" she cursed under her breath as she grabbed the sink, slowly standing up, praying the sink wouldn't break under her as she applied her full body weight on the poor thing. She was successful.

Now putting her entire weight on her good foot, she reached up and, severely underestimating the weight of the kit, yanked it up, causing the heavy box to come crashing down on her. "Damn it, fucking son of a—" she cursed loudly as the box knocked her off her already weak feet. She fell on her back with a grunt and the heavy box landed on her chest, forcing her to exhale a breath. "Fuck."

Y/N forgot to hear a painful crunch.

She started lifting her hands to push the kit away when a sharp pain shot through her left wrist, causing her to wince. "Oh, great, another broken limb? Just what I needed. Great. Fucking peachy," she muttered and shoved the box away with her right hand, moving to sit up. She tried to crawl out of the bathroom but this time, with only one hand to support her, the task was perilous.

Ransom tapped his fingers on his desk at work in the tune of his favorite song, frowning at the blank open document in front of him. He was working on his second book, but today, inspiration was nowhere to be found. No ideas were coming to his head on how to proceed with the next chapter. I wonder what Y/N is doing, he thought and smiled softly at the thought of his fiancée.

Ransom and Y/N met at a party thrown by a mutual friend. He was being his usual, bitter self in the gardens outside the lavish mansion (yes, a mansion) when Y/N had approached him first. "Hi there, I'm Y/N. I noticed you were being too quiet and you slipped out, and wondered if you wanted to talk to someone?"

He wanted to push her away for talking to him like that, especially since he left the house for a reason, but instead he just smiled at her. A genuine smile. "I'd like that a lot." And so, they talked. Ransom was proud to announce that he had first fallen for her nature, her personality and her demeanor instead of her looks, which was what made their relationship special.

At least for Ransom, given the type of man he used to be.

Y/N was extremely gorgeous in his eyes. That was simply an added bonus. By the end of the party, both of them had walked into the house again and Ransom had put on quite a show about asking her out to dinner, which she readily agreed to. She knew what kind of a man he was; spoiled, full of himself and had a big attitude problem but that one talk with him changed her perception of Ransom Drysdale.

He was truly nice to the people he cared about, one of them being her. They talked for a short while and he was nothing short of polite, sweet and funny at times. He flirted endlessly since that was part of his personality but she didn't mind, she liked it, even. Ever since that day, they were inseparable and now, 4 years later, engaged.

"Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuck shit…" Y/N chanted as she slowly crawled to the living room, the pain in her body increasing by the minute. Finally putting her pride aside, she grabbed her phone off the couch and called Ransom, falling to the floor with deep breaths. Ransom's eyes snapped away from his laptop and landed on his phone when it started ringing.

Grinning, he picked up the call when Y/N's smiling face came into view. The moment she spoke, though, his grin dropped. "Hugh…" Y/N choked out, eyes filling with tears when the pain finally caught up to her. "Y/N? Bubba, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, immediately leaping to his feet. He shut the laptop, grabbed his coat and stormed out of his office, towards his car. Work be damned.

"It's— it's nothing. I'm sorry for calling, I know you're busy—" He nearly scoffed. "Babe, listen to me. You're more important. I'm coming home, I just left the office. Speak to me, bub, tell me," he insisted as he drove like a madman towards his house. "Just got hurt a little bit," Y/N mumbled and Ransom's heart broke. "Darling, I'll take care of it when I get home."

Thankfully, 15 minutes later, he reached home. Ransom hurriedly parked his car and threw open the front door, freezing when he saw his fiancée lying near the couch on the floor, the phone still in her hand as her eyes snapped away from the ceiling towards him. "Ransom," she stuttered and he walked towards her, kneeling next to her. His thumb swiped the blood on her temple.

God, did he want to punch her on her stupid, beautiful face for telling him she was just a little hurt. "Bub, what's this?" He picked her up and placed her on the couch, moving to take her hand but it fell limp… in a weird angle. His eyes widened. "Is your wrist broken?" he whispered and Y/N nodded, turning away from him. "And you had the fucking audacity to tell me it was nothing?!" he screamed.

She kept silent as he checked the rest of her body, finding out that her ankle was broken as well, the skin around it swollen black and blue. "You're a fucking dumbass, you know that?" he muttered as he called a doctor, sitting on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't want to disturb you." She was wheezing and he turned to her, only to see her clutching at her chest with a pained expression on her face.

"Baby?"

"Hurts." He sat up and ripped the t-shirt off her, eyes darkening when they landed on the bruise forming on her chest and between the valley of her breasts. "What the fuck happened when I was gone?" he hissed as he covered her up again. "I… I fell down the stairs first and broke my ankle," she began, fidgeting. "Well you should've called me then!" he insisted, exasperated.

"I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted in a small voice and Ransom's resolve broke. He teared up a bit and pressed his lips to hers, shaking his head. "You're not a burden, Y/N. I told you, if you're hurt at home, call me. I meant it. Even if it's a paper cut, call. Even if it's a skinned knee, call. I'm always here for you, and I always will be here." Y/N sniffled under him.

"Ransom…" He gently sat her up and sat next to her, only to pull her on his lap as he held her close. "Don't you dare think you're a burden ever again. I signed up for this. A burden is something you're not willing to carry. This? I'm willing to carry this to the end of the world," he whispered, squeezing her body as tightly as he could without crushing her. "I love you, Ran."

I love you, too.

"I know, sweetcheeks." And he grinned when her head shot up and she promptly slapped him on the cheek. "You're so full of yourself, Drysdale," she huffed. "You still love me," he hummed as she snuggled into his arms. "Fortunately for you, unfortunately for me, yeah, yes I do," she sighed.

Soon, the doctor arrived, patched her up and said the worst thing she had ever heard in her life.

"Bedrest for 2 weeks till the ankle heals."

And seeing Ransom's shit-eating grin had caused her to glare so viciously at him that even he had cowered. "Babe, doctor's orders, can't help it." After the doctor left, they were now laying side by side on their bed, staring at each other. "I can't just sit here with nothing to do!" she whined, snuggling closer to him. He put an arm around her, sighing.

"Well, face the reality, kitten. You're staying here and that's an order."

"Funny you think you can boss me around, sweetheart."

"I know I can't but this time, I will. I'll strap you down to the bed, mark my words," Ransom said with a roll of his eyes. "Kinky," Y/N snickered and Ransom kissed her nose with a smirk. "You are not getting up, Mrs Drysdale," he whispered and she pouted, jutting her lower lip out as far as she could along with giving him puppy eyes. "Please, Ran?" Ransom laughed.

"No." She groaned loudly. "Ugh, fine! I'll just get up when you go to work," she spoke smugly and Ransom turned to her, eyes wide. "Oh no you don't." He leaped up from the bed, making her whine. "Where are you going?! I need cuddles, Ran, I'm hurt!" she insisted and he got back into bed, taking out his phone. "I'm making calls to work. I'm gonna work from home now."

"You don't have to do that!" she insisted vehemently but Ransom refused to hear it. "I have to! To make sure your cute, dumb little ass stays in bed like the doctor said," he huffed. After one phone call, he sighed in relief and relaxed against the bed. "Pays to be a Thrombey, ya know," he chuckled, ruffling Y/N's hair as she snuggled into his side.

She was a mess. Her left hand was in cast, and so was her right ankle. After the doctor left she had taken off her t-shirt, leaving her in her sports bra, the wound on her chest a deep purple with flecks of red. There was also a bandaid on her temple for the small cut. "I figured." It was quiet for some time. "You never finished the story, babe. How did you get so hurt?"

"Well, first the stairs incident, I told you. After that, I was going to the bathroom to get the first aid kit but it was too heavy. I didn't know that so when I lifted it, it fell on me. I broke my wrist from hitting it on the floor too hard and the first aid kit fell on my chest," she huffed, "The pain was too much so I called you." Ransom frowned. "You should've called earlier."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's okay, baby, I'm here now," Ransom smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head. "I'm getting tired," she yawned as the adrenaline started wearing off. "Sleep." Ransom adjusted himself so he was now half-lying on the bed, back resting against the headrest as he gathered Y/N in his arms. She fell asleep a few minutes later.

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"Ran…"

Y/N touched his side of the bed, only to be met with cold sheets instead of his warm body. She blinked the sleep away and sat up, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn. Running a hand through her messy hair, she stood up and limped towards the stairs. 2 weeks had passed and as the doctor said, her bedrest was over.

Her ankle had healed but not fully, while the wrist was still in a cast. The wound on her chest was also feeling loads better. She walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen area only to see Ransom cooking breakfast. "Ran," she whined and he turned around. "Y/N! Get your ass in bed, why are you here?"

"It got lonely." She wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his bare back. "Alright, fine." He spun around and grabbed her waist, lifting her and placing her on the kitchen counter. "Sit here." Y/N smiled lazily as she placed her head on his shoulder, watching him cook. He was making eggs. Omelettes.

"How did you sleep?" he questioned when the silence stretched on. "I slept well. The ankle doesn't hurt as much, nor the wound on my chest. But the wrist…" She sighed and Ransom looked at her with a sad smile, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "It'll get better, I promise. I'm not going to stop taking care of you."

"I'd like that very much," she replied shyly and he grinned. It was true, Ransom had truly taken care of her well. Breakfast, lunch and dinner in bed everyday for 2 weeks, he worked in their room and they had cuddled more in the two weeks than they had in their entire relationship. Y/N was super happy with their arrangement.

Of course, sometimes Ransom would be too busy, leaving her alone in the room while he worked downstairs or had a meeting with someone. But then he'd make it up to her by offering more snuggles and kisses. "My best girl," he murmured, placing the omelette he was making on a plate. He then carried the plate to the dining room, leaving her on the kitchen counter.

He returned just as fast, gathering her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her temple as he carried her to the dining table as well. "You're strong," she teased and he huffed. "I better be, or all that working out will be for nothing." She laughed and he placed her down on a chair. "Eat well, I'll be back." With another kiss dropped to her head, he went back to the kitchen area.

Y/N wondered how she became so lucky to have him as her fiancé. Yeah, sure, Ransom wasn't a very nice person in general but to her, he was the best. The man who once called his aunt unsavory things punched someone in the face when they had the audacity to call her the same things. "You better watch your fucking mouth or I'm gonna break all your teeth."

It hadn't affected her much anyway but seeing Ransom's reaction had sent a pleasant tingle down her spine. He was ready to do anything for her. And she had to admit, lately, he was being very soft. She had noticed the changes in him around a year ago; he'd become… domestic, almost. It was fun to see him like that.

His family, well, they were less than pleased when Ransom had first introduced her to them. They thought she wasn't good enough for him and had even tried to break them down. But that had only made them stronger. Ransom was in love with her and nothing his family said was going to change that. "Y/N?"

She snapped out of her thoughts and blinked at Ransom. "Yeah?" He laughed and sat in front of her with his own plate of food. "You were lost in thoughts; the food's getting cold, honey." She cursed softly and laughed along, finally finishing her food.

How had she gotten so lucky?

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[theperfectlovestory]

You Are My Home

I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE

Information: This will probably have multiple parts but stand alone (?) I'm a bit nervous to post this cause this is a more personal uhh imagines 😂

Summary: It's been a long time since your friends saw you, a lot has change and you are in a better place in your life. Specially the relationship part

Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Theme: fluff

TW: none (?)

Word Count: 2,241

"Hey guys" you greeted, giving a small smile to your friends. It's been a long time since you all had the chance to talk together

Everyone has been busy and since you left your original city 2 years ago, the best you can do is chat with them once in a while

You are confident that the relationship with them is strong but you are sure many things have changed. But change is good, specially since you left with heavy heart and full of uncertainty

Right now you are in a good position in your life, and everyone is free, or at least made sure to make time. But still, the best you can do is video call for now

After 2 years this is the first time you've seen everyone. While they keep in touch and get together once in a while. You just were too far, both physically and mentally

"Hey, long time no see" Steve teased and you chuckled

"Damn you look good" Natasha commented "been taking care of yourself, I see"

You made a face and nodded "happy now I finally hit the gym like you always nag me to?" She chuckled

"Hey, just want you healthy"

"I know, thank you. Your voice is actually what pushed me in training" you leaned on the table, placing your cheeks on your knuckles "I can just hear you berating me for being so weak"

Everyone chuckled, agreeing that she does do that

"But in all seriousness, you look happy" Bucky complimented

Sighing, you nodded, finally at the position in your life where you can actually see yourself having a bright future

"I am, finally got my shit together, mostly at least"

The topic then transferred to your other friends, enjoying their presence even just from the screen. Laughing together just like the old times

"(Y/n)?" You turn your head to the voice, your girlfriend, Elizabeth calling for you coming from the second floor

"Darling, I'm in the dining" you answered and immediately heard footsteps

Without looking at the screen of your laptop, she smiled, excitedly tilt your head by your chin, kissing you deeply

Every one of your friends are stunned. Of course, you never showed them any public display, not like you had the chance anyway since you never really pursued anyone for years you were with them and now here you are kissing Elizabeth Olsen

Very famous actress, part of big filming companies, a producer as well

"Damn (Y/n)..." Natasha whispered and you laughed when Lizzie finally realized you were actually on a video call

"Oh no, sorry baby" she said wiping your mouth and hers with her sleeves, you shake your head to stop her

"You're fine, or not. But Lizzie, meet my friends" you gestured on the screen and Lizzie shyly waved at them. Blush dusting her cheeks as she pursed her lips into a decent smile. Your taste still lingering on her mouth

They said a quick hi to be polite then suddenly spoke all at once berating you for not telling them you are dating "the Elizabeth Olsen". The actress, the girl of your dreams

Then it was your turn to blush when Bucky mentioned that she's the reason you never had any interest in other people. She was just too 'shiny' to you, the other just seemed dull

Elizabeth looked at you with new found love in her eyes as you got bullied by your friends. She can't help but give you a quick kiss on the cheek before apologizing for interrupting your moment with them again

"Oh no, you did not interrupt at all. We probably wouldn't even know she's dating if you didn't come" Tony said and everyone told him to shut up

"It's not like how it sounds, Ms. Olsen. (Y/n) is very proud of you, she just really doesn't like speaking about her relationships" Peter explained and Elizabeth chuckled

"Oh I know, that's why we are not in public anyway" she patted your head "but it's okay. I don't want to drag her in the mess of Hollywood so if you can just keep all this between us" she gave everyone a small smile and they either shrugged or nodded

"No problem" Natasha answered "I'll make sure these idiots don't slip up"

Elizabeth gave them a big smile before she left to get breakfast. Once she is gone though they started attacking you with questions again

"Fine fine" you sighed, finally giving up "we met a few months after I left, I applied to the Marvel Studio as set decorator. I was fixing up the set the night before with a bunch of my coworkers so the shooting will proceed with ease. I'm usually just there at night so when she came looking for her phone, which I actually picked up and was planning to give to the lost and found before leaving, they pointed her to me. I gave it to her, she thanked me and that was it'' you shrugged

"Then how did you two got together"

Pursing your lips, knowing they wouldn't stop anyway you told them

It was the wrap up of the filming for Endgame. The biggest movie you will ever work with if you are honest

A bunch of A-listers are there and a lot of demands have to be met so for the first time, the whole movie you had to be in and out of the sets. You barely slept or ate in the past few months. You apartment even collected dust since all you did there is go home, take a shower, then go out

You mostly slept on set. By the end of the filming your body is screaming for rest. But you kept going anyway. This project is a very big deal for you, specially you lead the look of the set. anything that needs to be changed, moved, removed, added to the set goes through you

So basically, all day you stand in front of the set, watching the designers work their magics and you requesting changes, assessing the atmosphere in pre production and etc. and at night, clean up and set up is a bitch

One morning you were so tired you wanted to pass out there and then when Elizabeth enter the area. She was shooting all her parts today that can be soloed

You tried to keep yourself awake and alert to anything and everything so when you noticed an uneven ramp and props that she will unfortunately stepped on, your body started running before your mind can comprehend what's happening

She let out a squeal when she broke her ankle and fall but before she hit the ground and risk further injuries on her wrist that is sure to break her fall, you were catching her

But your body felt so weak that instead of staying up right, she fell on you. At least she wasn't hurt at any part of her body but you were, you hit your head on impact but it was minor

If ever, it only made you dizzy

She stood up and you did as well. You rubbed your hand on your face, ordering staffs to re-arrange and clean up the set so no more obstacle can cause accidents

You didn't even dare look at her eyes knowing those green orbs will suck your life out of you. You asked her if she's okay, also apologizing for the dangerous set up. It was overlooked that she would be indeed walking in heels, boots but heels nevertheless

"It's fine, I'm fine" she said, smiling but her eyes are full of worry "are you though? You hit your head when you broke my fall" she said, even unconsciously touching it

"Uh yeah..." you awkwardly smiled at her "it doesn't hurt, thanks" you then slowly back away. When the props have been arrange, the shooting started but your body felt so weak you had to call your assistant to cover for you

You went to the area where you always rested and slept. You were out for almost 2 hours when a cough woke you up. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and ask what they need without even looking at them

"I...brought you food, and coffee" your head snapped, looking at the voice you only dream of talking . She had a small and awkward smile and shy look in her eyes directed to you

"I was looking for you where you usually stand but noticed you weren't there" she explained, your face obviously gave your confusion away "I wanted to thank you again, the stunt director said that if it weren't for you, I would most likely break my wrist in that fall"

You slowly nodded, giving her a small smile "well, it was our fault for not triple checking the set"

"No no, please don't do that, accidents happen, I'm just here to thank you. It was me being clumsy too" You look at her with newfound admiration, a firm believer of 'never meet your idol, it will disappoint you'. But it wasn't the case with her at all

You are aware of the rumors that she's actually very kind, down to earth and serious with her job. It's a good rumor considering she is well known and if you are honest, you know deep in your heart it is true, but you never get your hopes up high

If only you met in a different circumstance, maybe you would think of trying to flirt a little but you know your place. This is a work situation and you need to be as professional as you can be. She is still an actress after all, you need to respect her space

It doesn't mean that she is being kind to you, it's an invitation to step into that space of hers. So you muster the most professional smile you can

"Well thanks, it's really no problem" you said with indifference and if you are actually not too much in your head, you will see her frown with the change of tone

She then handed you the food and the coffee "I'd actually like to talk more again sometimes" she said, swallowing the tightness in her throat "maybe for a coffee?"

The invitation did wonders in your body. Your heart is just beating a tad bit faster, your stomach filled with butterflies, your cheeks turning red. All the cliché reactions you can feel, it's there but then you moved and you groaned, your body sore from over work

You were so sure you wanted to say yes, but your body clearly wanted to say no. After this shooting, you just want to drop dead in your apartment and maybe wake up 3 months after

"I'm just so tired recently, I will be no fun" you chuckled, exhaustion dripping on every syllable "but hey, maybe a few weeks after the filming is done, if you are still up for it?"

The sadness of rejection from earlier was turned into a big grin. Her excitement sparkled on her eyes "sure, I'd give you my number then"

You nodded and gave her your phone. She didn't even have to ask for a password because you never put one in. It's easier since you give your phone to your assistants all the time to contact people for updates on props shipments and other business related matter

She excitedly tapped her number, saving it as 'Scarlet Witch' and that made you giggle. Using her screen name that's not even canon yet

"Okay, Scarlet Witch, I'll call you when I finally get some well deserve hibernation, then maybe I'll be more fun to talk to than a usual" She laughed and nodded and you are so sure you can never be more in love with her voice

She then said a few more things before leaving you to rest. You thanked her again for the food and coffee before she disappeared

"I can't believe you almost rejected her" Steve said wide eyed "she's like, your dream woman"

"Oh I can" Natasha said "(Y/n) doesn't hit uncertain, have you ever played with her on anything? All her hits are aces!"

"But it's like the chance of a lifetime!"

"Yeah! That's why you make sure you attack when you know it will hit!"

The two started bickering and you all just watched, laughing at their same old antics. Elizabeth then walk to your side, offering you a fruit bowl for breakfast, you thanked her and then invited her to seat besides you and she did, you kissed her off camera

"What was that?" She chuckled but tried to catch your lips again when you pulled away, you giggled at her pouty face

"Nothing, just suddenly can't believe I'm actually dating you" she sighed, giving you a small smile

"You might think that you're the lucky one but it's actually me" she said, pressing a hand on your cheeks and squeezing it lightly "you make my life whole, (Y/n), you filled the space in my heart where money or popularity cannot"

"And you picked up and fixed my broken pieces" you countered, leaning on her hand that's now just slowly rubbing your cheeks

"I guess we are both lucky then"

"Yeah"

Your eyes both glint the same way. Feeling like you finally found where you belong, in each other. You are home

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* Sorry guys but this mans been living in my head rent free

* So the first time you see Satoru it’s with those black specs he likes to wear and you get a glance at those GORGEOUS eyes

* He meets your eyes for a second before looking away, it’s the briefest of interactions

* But your heart is racing and you can feel the familiar heat of attraction starting to lap at your face

* ‘He looks just like a prince’ you think

* You find out pretty fast the ‘prince’ similarities stop at appearance

* “Ah it’s not my fault you’re so weak~” You hear him say with the princely smile as he teases Utahime

* It looks like he’s held something so high she can’t reach it

* “Try your best, if you drink plenty of milk I’m sure you’ll be tall enough one day~” he says before laughing with that same princely face

* “You shouldn’t pick on those that are weaker than you” Geto intervenes, somehow making the entire situation worse

* You watch as Gojo laughs

* You’re starting to think he might be the real curse you need to exorcise

* You continue watching him as Utahime tries to kick him in the crotch

* “You silly girl, did you forget there’s an infinity between us?” Cue Gojo’s “A-hahahahaha” laugh

* Yeah, he’s definitely a demon

* You keep your distance, Gojo’s beautiful and all, but you’re not dumb, you’ve heard about the Satoru clan.

* “Hey Geto-Kun, who do you think would win in a fight me or a lion?”

* Besides that guy is way too reckless, you’d rather not get all mixed up in that if you can help it

* You watch as Satoru takes his shirt off, his well defined chest glistening

* Still, you’re grateful for the show

* Little do you know the famous Gojo Satoru has taken note of you as well

* Naturally given his ability he notices everyone, but he especially takes note of you

* It’s not because you stand out, quite the opposite

* You blend into the background easily, supporting others when needed

* But not to the degree where you unable to defend yourself, or you’re sacrificing your own life for someone else

* He grins

* Looks like he found something interesting

* You’re at the vending machine eyes racking over the drink selection

* But there’s another thirst quenching sight right next to you, their hand resting on the vending machine, that princely smile aimed right at you-

* “So what do you say?” Satoru asks, and you start to wonder if that princely smile seems just a bit wolfish “Do you want to be my lover?”

* You’re kind of annoyed

* What an impetuous question, you can count on one hand how many times you’ve spoken to each other, and you only need both hands to count the words said in each of those encounters

* “No”

* You turn your attention back to your drink choices, it’s pleasant weather so you don’t want anything hot.

* Anything carbonated is out of the-

* Gojo moves closer, peering into your face with that grin

* Ugh does he have to stand so close

* “Why ‘no’? I know you think I’m attractive”

* “I also think you’re a womanizer with a god complex”

* And really why shouldn’t he be?

* He’s probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life, not to add the sheer power he contains in that body of his

* But just as he has the right to be a womanizer with a god complex, you have the right not to take part in that narrative

* He backs away, leaning back against the wall

* So he’s not going to deny it

* Well, at least he’s somewhat self aware

* Those clear blue eyes catch yours again, and you have to fight against every human instinct from showing any human reaction

* You turn back to the vending machine making your selection when a smile lilts onto his mouth

* “Friends then”

* “Just colleagues” you reply, grabbing your drink

* But as you walk by you push a canned beverage into his chest.

* It’s a can of green tea

* It’s his favorite drink

* He looks to you seeing a bottle glinting in your hand

* So you didn’t sacrifice your own thirst, but you also didn’t ignore his needs

* He feels that same wolffish grin curl onto his mouth

* “What an entertaining person”

* After that if you’re anywhere within a 50 feet radius of him he’ll go out of his way to get your attention

* “Oh wow, looking especially radiant this morning (Y/N/N)” he’ll say with a playful seductive wink

* When you don’t respond he tries annoying you instead

* “Ah you can’t reach that? Here let me-” and then he’ll proceed to hold it even further out of your reach

* He’s expecting you to jump up and down, or at least give some sort of response but you just walk away

* Well that wasn’t what he expected

* He feels that grin spread across his face again

* Very interesting

* His attraction to you is pretty shallow

* He’s interested you because you’re entertaining

* And you’re entertaining because you aren’t interested

* Which only makes him that much more interested in you

* Its a paradox

* You watch him flounder around, annoying Utahime for a giggle

* Well it doesn’t matter anyway, you know how he is, he’ll get bored soon enough and lose all interest in you

* He’s not the strongest {f*ckboy} for nothing

* You see him turn to meet your gaze, offering a boyish smile and a wink

* You make sure not to give any reaction, turning to listen to something Shoko is telling you

* You hope he can’t sense the twinge of heat you feel on your face

* You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the attention a little flattering

* I think for the most part you’re right, Satoru is mostly playing around-

* At least at first.

* You’re just something new and fun no one knows about, and wildly entertaining since you never respond the way he thinks you will

* You’re kind, but not at the expense of yourself, and he likes that

* Besides you’ve got this quite sort of consideration for others-

* It’s not flashy, it’s so subtle most people hardly notice

* It’s in the way you bring an extra snack for Utahime when she’s running herself ragged training

* “They were having a two for one special”

* Or the way you’ll get your teacher a plushie you saw at a shop at the station because you know he needs more

* “I just thought it was cute, but I haven’t got any room for another one”

* You’re quiet, someone who hears things and she’s things, but never says anything about them

* A wallflower

* But you’re not weak

* There’s something about those two things put together in the same person that entertains him to no end. Like a paradox or a puzzle he can’t seem to solve no matter how hard he tries

* Satoru’s had at least a hundred lovers, and a great many of them had provided him with their own brand of kindness and consideration

* But he’s never felt something as warm as when he see’s a lunch box in his dorm after he hobbles back from a mission that lasted a little longer than expected

* He peers at the note attached, it’s not even signed but he knows it’s from you

* “I know you think you’re god or whatever, but even gods have to eat”

* He doesn’t know why, but he’s overcome with the urge to cry

* He gulps hard- it’s not like this a lunch you made by hand or anything, it’s just something from the convenience store

* And it’s not like this note is particularly affectionate or special either, he’s gotten entire love letters from his previous lovers

* So he’s not sure why he saves your note, placing it behind a picture frame where only he’ll know it is , or why he thinks that convenience store lunchbox is the most delicious thing he’s ever had

* Even though he knows he cares about you, and that he’s grown quite fond of you -

* I don’t think it clicks for him

* And part of that is because well, he’s Gojo Satoru

* He collects lovers like some people collect photographs or memories

* They serve their purpose, and he lets himself be entertained by pretending all the feelings are real, and then he moves on to the next one

* It’s just what he’s used to

* And this whole paradox you two have going on could go on for a few years until something finally shifts

* He went a little too far with one his half-flirting-half-tormenting pranks

* And for the first time you give him a reaction, it’s only for a second, but annoyance and anger mar you face

* And then just like that, it’s gone and you turn and walk off in the other direction

* Sh*t.

* He went too far didn’t he?

* It should be fine right? You’re not too mad at him right? You’ll get over it-

* Right?

* But for the next few days you don’t speak to him, and you don’t make eye contact

* It bothers him more than it should

* Normally he would be annoyed that his toy would have the gall to blatantly ignore him like this-

* But this is different than that.

* He’s-

* He’s feeling regret

* He shouldn’t have acted that way to you, maybe if he had just done something differently, or said something differently-

* It’s not like the way things were between you two was ideal or anything,

* But at least then you would at least speak to him

* ... and every once in while he would get to see you smile

* It’s never at him, it’s mostly when you’re with Shoko or Utahime

* Occasionally when you’re with Nanami or Geto, who you’ve been talking to more recently

* He’s pretty sure you three are talking about him, just one day away from forming a “down with Gojo Satoru” club

* Still that smile when you laugh-

* The way you look so carefree and young and so full of life is worth all the slander in the world to him

* He needs to see that smile, to know something that wholesome and kind exists somewhere in this cruel world

* Satoru’s thinking about how to go about apologizing to you

* He’s caught between buying you a Lamborghini or buying you a special grade tool when he ends up running into you

* “Ah, could you help me with something?”

* He would quite literally give you the clothes on his back right now if you asked

* You stand up on a a chair holding a glass of water

* “Apparently this is supposed to help with concentration or something” You say pressing the glass full of water to the ceiling

* “Can you hold this broom?” You ask and Satoru nods, holding the broom handle steady as you make sure it’s pushed against the glass holding it steady

* You nod approvingly down at him

* The rest happens pretty fast, you’re off the chair, carrying it away

* “The broom is actually a special grade tool, so cursed energy won’t work on it”

* You grin

* “Have fun figuring how to get out of that Baka Prince!” You say with a laugh

* And Satoru is dumbfounded

* But not because you just pranked him into a holding up a glass of water with a broom

* But because as you were rushing away, you showed him your teasing grin

* It’s the first time you smiled at him

* And as he looks up at the glass of water, a smile slowly spreads across his face

* It’s not the wolffish smile he usually has when he’s around you, or the princely smile he uses when he’s trying to get something

* It’s a genuine smile

* Ah, so that’s it

* He’s fallen in love with you

* If you’re not the one entertaining him, then he’s just not interested

* Ah geez

* He was so focused on trying to get you to fall in love with him that he really didn’t see this coming

* Well he’ll have to start being serious about pursuing you now-

* Though for you to pull off something like this on him tells him you’re his ideal match without a doubt

* A wallflower with a mischievous streak, he likes that.

* He scratches his head with his free hand

* “I wonder how I’m supposed to get out of this?” He muses looking up at the glass full of water