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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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Imagine being Ruggie sister who somehow got in to night raven as a student and everything progress on and them as a Ramshackle perfect due to them being a kind person like Tanjiro and strong yet but of a nerd liked Deku with a unique magic of growing plants

What's more she a home maker due to them living in the slums ( like meding clothes, cooking, fixing things as she can, using home remedies when sick and help their bother with the kids at home ) with Ruggie and too working hard to get out of there as they wanted to be a doctor

Let's say due to their genuine kindness Leona, Malleus, Idia, Jamal, Carter and Riddle have a unhealthy obsession crush with Ruggie sister who doesn't share the same romantic feeling and only sees them as a friend

Ruggie's Little Sister Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Perfectly built for Ramshackle, you happily take to it despite your brother’s insistence you stay next to him in Savvannaclaw. But you’ve never been one to listen to your big brother and you can definitely handle it. You probably fare better than the original in terms of dealing with Night Raven. Because you know how to sweet up boys with mean attitudes, maybe a little too well:

Leona Kingscholar

“Look herbivore, don’t try to boss me-”

“Who’re you calling herbivore!? I’m talking to you, about this lazy cat behavior!”

“Lazy cat-”

“(Y/n) please–”

“No Ruggie, you baby him far too much! I’m stepping in!”

He at first really hates you

Like really

You do all the things Ruggie does just not for him

In fact you make him do things that make him tired

It’s a pain

But for whatever reason he’s getting especially happy when you praise him

Only for you

He’s violent with anyone who comments on the work you have him doing

Its the only reason he keeps in your good graces and thats enough for him

“I’m proud of you, Leona! Now come I’ve cooked up some fillet mignon and it has your name on it!”

“It better. I’m never doing my own laundry again.”

“Hahaha yes you will.”

Ruggie is nervous about this but appreciates you picking up the slack

It sometimes bothers him how much time his employer starts spending with you

But he’s not too worried Leona understands his desire to protect you

“Huh?! You got him to do that?! What should I expect, you are my little sister.”

“Don’t act like I’m not the cooler one of us two.”

Malleus Draconia

“Ah horn-dude, I was just looking for you.”

“Horn-dude? And you were looking for me?”

“Yeah I was thinking of adding some gardenias, and maybe some vines for decoration. I wanted your opinion since you like coming by here so often.”

“The vines would pertain to a more beautifully abandoned image…but that might just be my preference.”

“Oh thanks so much, Horns!”

His crush is so obvious

Talking about you often to his guards and mentor

And whenever anyone goes to talk to him he finds some odd way to incorporate you into the conversation

Trust me its weird for everyone when he starts talking about you during potions when their dissecting magical creatures

he can’t stop trying to talk to you

But he usually ends up just staring at you from the distance

Waiting until your instincts pick up on his presence

And your forced to invite him to join whatever your doing

“Ah! Horns didn’t see you over there! Do you want in? We’re making paper flowers for the festival want to join?”

“I would love to!”

“What?! Horns?! (Y/n) why are you lettinghimjoin giving him more paper!? I know what I’m doing!”

“Sure you do.”

Ruggie’s scared out of his mind

How did you get mixed up with this overpowered monster

He can’t do too much now without knowing he’s going to die

But if it means saving you from certain doom aka Malleus Draconia it might be worth it

Idia Shroud

“Alright that’s enough!”

“W-what?!”

“No more games before you finish cleaning your room! Ortho and I can help but–”

“Actually (Y/n)-san, I recently pulled up a study that states letting children clean their own rules helps instill better habits when their adults!”

“Ortho!?”

“Oh great idea! Well we’ll be just outside! Come on Ortho let’s plan out our cosplay!”

“Yes!”

“G-guys?!”

He hates that you mother him

But he absolutely loves it when you mother him

He cries about being in the dreaded friendzone kidzone

But boy does he love the way you pat his head or let him cuddle into your chest

He loves the food you make during marathons

Or how you’ll let yourself be distracted by the games you really like

He gets drastic if you spend too long out of his reach

So he sets up cameras+

So he takes any opportunity to speak with you

So he puts others in horrifying accidents

“Heeheh by the time I’m done you’ll be the best girl-gamer in the space. And then it’ll be a given for you to never leave the ultimate guy-gamer!”

“Ewww keep my sister out of your nerd schemes!”

“Eeep! An enemy has appeared!”

Ruggie thinks he’s a nerd with no game

But nonetheless he knows Idia’s smart but not street smart

“Hishishsishi can’t set the trap if you don’t have the button! Hardly even noticed me swiping his gadget.”

Jamil Viper

“I appreciate the help, (Y/n).”

“Of course, you’re always running yourself ragged…I wanted to do something for you.”

“...I really appreciate the lunches you’ve made for me…it’s been a while since I’ve eaten a meal by someone else.” “Well just give me a call I don’t mind cooking for you or lending a hand.”

He’s smitten nbyond comprehension

Now going out of his way to hypnotize anyone else into a corner when it comes to talking to you

Its the least he does out of retaliation

He knows all his flirting and hints go right over your head

But your still cute

Until you do get it he’s pulling the rug out from any and all competitors

“Hey (Y/n), why don’t you join me in the kitchen? Maybe, show me how you made those potato crisps?”

“Sure, Jamil I’d love to!”

“Ah ah! Not without me you’re not!”

Ruggie knows Jamil’s like him but smarter

Sly and sneaky

Powers aside Ruggie’s sure Jamil’s problematic for your safety

“Don’t think for a second, I’ll let you have them! I'm not that fond of snakes!”

Carter Diamond

“Wah~(Y/n) you’re so photogenic! Will you pose for me one more time?”

“Well alright. If it’ll make you happy.”

“It’ll make me more than happy!” He loves how oblivious you are

He absolutely hates it+

But your just so cute

He guesses he can forgive it

And hey while your learning the ropes he’s more than happy to keep you close

“Hey hey don’t forget to keep up our streak!”

“Streak?”

“Yeah we’ve been sharing our photos throughout the day of what we’re doing.”

“Yup! It’s a great way to keep track of her!”

“Ick-!”

Ruggie knows he’s slippery

When it comes to tailing him Cater’s good at giving the slip

“Not on my watch. I’m not giving you the chance, to trick my baby sister.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“That’s entirely unreasonable, I’m not doing that!”

“Grrr (Y/n) these are the rules I thought you would respect that.”

“And I thought you would know to relax!”

He thinks your sweet but totally unreasonable

So he guesses you both have something to learn from each other

You more than him obviously

While he doesn’t think highly of your brother he knows your different

And you belong to him

He’s not going to take ‘no’ for an answer

If this is a battle of wills he’d win it

Even if that means subjecting your bad influences to being beheaded

“Riddle! You can't just put that collar on my brother like that!”

“Yeah I’m not even apart of your dorm!”

“Don’t be mad at me for enforcing rules. I know you know the very least of the rules. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise that your brother just doesn’t measure up. Which means you should leave him before he drags you down.”

Ruggie is peeved that such a prick is after his sister

But he’s not worried

He’s definitely not cool enough to keep your attention

Not to mention he’s so easy to anger

It’ll be fun to rile him up

“Hishishishi so mad oh so fast! You’ll barely survive dating them if your this easy.”

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i-yap · 6 months ago

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Hello, good evening, how is everything there?

I was wondering if you could write something about Dick taking his cute girlfriend [Us] shopping (clothes, shoes, jewelry) and also what it would be like to do grocery shopping with him. I love going to the supermarket, it is one of my favorite activities.

By the way, you are like an angel fallen from heaven, there are so few writing about Dick and the Bat-family in general, I feel like writers who are fans of them are becoming extinct.

I just hope they continue making content with these characters, maybe the fandom will resurface once again.

praying for DC and Warner.

Bro same, Idk why but it feels like the fandom is dying but also batfam content is dying? Like I don't remember the last good batfam show was out ..fingers crossed ig.

Dick grayson x reader- Shopping headcanons

Best batboy to go clothes/fashion shopping . He has great style, can pull off anything, very supportive and all the store ladies are really jealous. He gives genuinely good advice and honestly he is like your personal styler and this point.

i dont think you even need to go shopping cuz he gifts you so many dresses and for home wear- his tshits exist?? why would be need sleepwear? why??

but its fun and I get it , sometimes even the perfect man forgets to buy something for his gf. He does keep track of whatever is about to finish, so idk honestly.

Maybe he drags you to go shopping, let him "spoil you" as if he doesn't do that enough already. Or if there's a gala and the 100 dresses in your closet arent enough?

um dressing room sex? yes sorry but yes. Honestly you probably will get jealous of hot seeing dick but dw if you don't initiate, dick totally will.

Mostly fancy ish stores, but unlike bruce he does shop as excitedly at smaller shows( you can find great deals there and really good fits)

Grocery shopping is so cute, he holds the cart and gets all the important stuff while you run around putting sweets and chocolates and while he might say "20 bags of chocolates may be a bit much sweetie, they'll go bad" he doesn't mean it. He is just teasing, and you know that so you play along with a pretty please and big pleading eyes. Thats all he wanted tbh, that and to pull your cheeks.

On the other hand if you look at a snack but don't buy it because you don't want to be excessive , he puts 5 of each in the basket without you noticing. you just notice when they show up in your cabinets .

Will need you next to him or in his eyeview, don't you dare run too far otherwise he will joke about tying you to him( actually considers it)

Will hold all bags and when you offer, he just gives you his hand and tells you that you have the responsibility to make sure not to drop his hand.

All smiles and excitement. Will want coffee afterward or during and will happily try out now boba places or anything cute you wanna have.

Will die if you guys share a piece of cake in a cute cafe..like that is so fricking cute, sharing a drink and a cake and omg he lives for it.

He genuinely enjoyed shopping with you and out of all batboys he is probably the only one that would enjoy it (maybe tim in certain cases) In the end, he got to spend time, compliment and dote on the love of his life..what more can he ask for?

lowkey wanna do all batboys now..maybe if I get time after the requests..i love grocery shopping too. the big American stores- literally dreamed of them growing up. the first time I went to America I just ran around the grocery shop( thebig ones) with my brother and it was so much fun.

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mokkadere · 1 month ago

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❝ Those Silken Strings ❞ | Chapter One

a/n: there aren't enough dollmaker stories out there so I decided to take matters into my own hands. enjoy~

synopsis: yandere!dollmaker makes a living doll to fill the void left in his life after his darling's death. that way, they can be together forever ‹𝟥

this story contains the following themes: death, isolation, manipulation, psychological distress, obsession, control, implied emotional abuse

word count: 5k

As the seasons quietly changed from summer to fall, time marched on tirelessly, with no pity for those who thought they could elude the mandatory participation of life. Yet tucked away in a small house just outside a village too insignificant to be granted life’s first gift - a name, in a world defined by shelves lined with fabric, wood, paint, and the various tools needed for doll-making, Erin believed he’d succeeded in building his escapist reality.

The quiet ticking of the wall clock had turned into white noise a long time ago, just another kind of silence adding to the mute soundtrack that accompanied his daily work. Sunsets merely meant that he had to continue by candlelight, and the sunrise simply meant that, after all those sleepless hours, his eyes had to slowly adjust to the daylight breaking in.

How could he peel his attention off what mattered just to sacrifice it for sleep? How could he stop and pay any mind to the wilting flowers that had once been in full bloom because of her constant care, to the now gone animals that had once happily come to her for food, to the currently rotting wooden swing that had once gently swayed in the wind while she read and basked in the sun?

Although she’d been by no means one to halt her excitingly dynamic life, she had loved to jokingly echo Erin’s genuine advice to „stop and smell the roses.“ But he couldn’t, not anymore. The roses had been dead since the day he got rid of them to bury her underneath, her final resting place now replacing the roots of her beloved flowerbeds. Back then, she had nurtured them for him to feel inspired by, as she knew he loved the beautiful things in life - the nature, the animals, simply life by itself in all of its simplicity. But it wasn’t like he needed any extra inspiration to ignite his creativity; she had been his muse, not this fragile idyllic backdrop she'd created for him that would now fade into the background as it got ensnared by kudzu.

His hands worked methodically as he painted the final touches of his life project's face with forced steadiness. Doll-making was his calling, which was why he couldn’t help but pour his entire being into each doll time and time again. He needed them to be exactly perfect for the little girls who would eventually hold and fill their childhood days with them. Dolls were a beautiful part of the permanence that lined one’s childhood days. They didn’t age, didn’t die, didn’t want to transcend their purpose; they simply stayed by your side and loyally accompanied you through the countless narratives you wanted to experience with them as your blissful days of carefree wonder stretched on.

Grace used to be his doll. But unlike his actual dolls, she couldn’t sit still for more than a minute, with the only exception being her reading time, her rare sleeping time, and the moments that she spent holding Erin tightly well into the night, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear that lulled him into sleep. He loved her vitality, as in his eyes, that was just her way of permanence - always demanding novel things from life was just as much of a constant as his lack of demand for anything new. She added dynamic into his static life in a way that felt, admittedly, invigorating. He wasn’t bored with his life, far from it. He loved the stability and the predictability of it all, but the way she’d encouraged him to at least vary his trusted routine just a tiny bit filled him with the sort of satisfaction one might feel after realising they’ve just truly experienced life.

She made him feel complete, providing him with just the right amount of change that complemented the permanence he cherished.

Erin smiled as he observed his finalised creation, casting his gentlest look - one that was only reserved for his Grace. He let his hand graze against her cold porcelain cheeks before running his hand through the artificial strands he’d spent hours styling into an intricate updo. „You are so beautiful…“ he murmured to himself, letting out a shaky exhale as he delicately brushed away a few stray locks away from her flawless face, painfully careful not to disturb the fragile perfection he’d managed to replicate.

„Please, just wake up for me again…“

His trembling fingers, itching to have someone to hold and caress, no longer forced themselves to keep still when he reached out to the back of her neck with a bated breath. His heart hammered hard against his chest both in expectation and in anxiety. He begged for her to work, for her to finally be reunited with him again as she should - with all her constant moving about, all her joie-de-vivre and boundless love for him. Erin often shivered, him being naturally nervous like that, but for once, those electrifying jolts of shivers overran his body for a reason different from his crippling social anxiety. The thought of finally reclaiming the part of himself that he had lost that day fuelled him with this overpowering excitement that almost felt intoxicating. Finally, he pressed the small button at the back of her neck before stepping away, readying himself to welcome his Grace home, just like in old times. This expedition she’d been on had been two years too long, but just like always, no matter how much she strayed, she always returned to his arms.

Just seconds later, his creation drew her first breath. Her chest rose and fell on its own as her eyes fluttered open, revealing those verdant orbs he used to lose himself in. The world slowly revealed itself to her in its entirety as her painted eyes, at first pinned on the peeling ceiling, wandered on their own accord to the shelves lining the walls and carefully registering every wondrous object she saw until her gaze finally fell on Erin. Her lips were ever so slightly agape, mirroring her childlike wonder stemming from all the things that she was perceiving for the first time.

„Welcome home, Grace,“ Erin whispered, daring to break the silence. He really wanted to upkeep the fragility of this intimate moment, to let his beloved experience her birth in serene tranquility, but he couldn’t help himself. He longed to hear her talk. He would’ve forgotten her melodic voice a long time ago if it weren’t for those tapes that he had of her exclaiming, „Stop recording me, Erin!“ through giggles. But that voice had been confined to just those four words… and now he could have her say more things to him, different things. „Please say something, Grace…“ The doll blinked at him before moving her hand ever-so-slightly towards him. She hesitated as if he would disappear if she dared to move too suddenly, which was ironic since she was the one who always disappeared. He always stayed.

When her small, lifeless fingers touched his cheek and poked it for good measure, he allowed himself to needily lean into her touch, earning himself a small exclaim from his doll. „W-Who… who are you?“ She stammered, looking at him with a mix of fear and curiosity.

Erin’s heart melted at the sound of her voice. Finally, oh god, finally, a new sound permeated his silence. That mute soundtrack that used to accompany his last two years came to a staggering halt at last. „I’m Erin.“, he replied simply as his hand, still trembling, took hold of hers. Her eyes followed his every move. „And you’re Grace.“

The doll tilted her head slightly, and Erin couldn’t help but feel disappointed when she started pulling her hand away from his, once again focusing on his face, poking at him as if she wasn’t quite sure if he was real. Erin let her patiently explore, understanding that everything was thrillingly unfamiliar to her.

He’d programmed her in a way that would leave her as clueless as a child, allowing him to teach her about the world himself. It was fitting, really, as Grace used to harbour this insatiable childlike curiosity, causing her to always run around and try out as much as she could, to take on the world and all it had to offer. Needless to say, that hunger to feel alive sometimes led her to attempt some reckless things, which, more often than not, earned her a stern scolding from Erin.

Recognising that he had the chance to give Grace the world himself, he wanted to make it count. This time, he wanted her to see everything his way while keeping her in the safety of his world. He’ll spoon-feed her the necessary knowledge and keep away any bad thoughts that could bring her harm. He’ll protect her in a way that he was never able to before. With her being too wild - too uncontainable, Erin always had a hard time reasoning with her, no matter how much he tried to argue in her interest. Grace just loved her freedom too much, and knowing that she had the option to explore the world drove her to pursue that very thing. But this doll version of her didn’t have to know that exploring the outside world was an option - simply because it wasn’t. She was his creation, and therefore, she was his to hold, his to love, and his to limit however he wanted - all in their shared interest, of course.

The doll slowly tried to sit up on the work table, weakly struggling against the leather straps that he had put around her small frame to prevent her from somehow sliding off the work table and getting damaged before he had the chance to turn her on. „There you go, darling.“ Erin carefully released Grace from her shackles, formally letting her step into the small cocoon that she’ll be inhabiting with him and him only for the rest of their blissful time together.

„W-Where… are we? Where is this?“ she asked, still unsure of herself or any of the things happening around her.

„This is my workshop. It''s part of your new home, Grace. Would you like to explore it?“ The doll nodded shyly, making Erin’s chest swell with warmth at how adorably she acted. She was just like his love, so adorably shy sometimes, it hurt. He clutched his heart, feeling this warmth transform into a painful hurt that intensified the more he looked at his creation and the way she nervously shifted about, bursting with energy within her that she desperately needed to exhaust. He loved it; she was already healing him.

Erin’s gaze was of such intensity that Grace felt mildly unsettled by it. This desperate love he was radiating was something she couldn’t quite comprehend, and that inevitably scared her. Humans, too, were afraid of what they didn’t understand, so it was natural she’d feel the same. After all, Erin had put more than his entire being into this project just to make her as human as possible. But his lovesickness acted more like a deterrent than like an incentive. Somehow, this person in front of her, her creator… he didn’t feel safe in her eyes. She stared at him as her gaze searched his for something that could help the code running in her computer of a brain determine if he was good or not.

„Come here,“ he coaxed, pulling her towards him with tender touches at the lack of a reaction from her. It was fine if she acted stunned or slow in the beginning. She was brand new, and she didn’t understand how to act. He’ll teach her everything soon enough. Right now, he just revelled in the feeling of this intimate togetherness he had the honour of experiencing with her. While the urge to simply embrace Grace as tightly as he could exponentially increased, yearning to unite their bodies as one just like he used to in the past, he could tell by her lingering hesitance that the miniature gears in her mind were still turning.

The thought of his own doll having to assess him and not trusting him in a heartbeat wounded him slightly. Hadn’t he been nothing but sweet and patient towards her? He didn’t understand. But once again, he brushed it off, accounting it to her not knowing much about anything yet. Please let me in, Grace… I need you so badly.

As Erin lightly pulled Grace along, she stumbled and tripped. He wasn’t too surprised, however, as mild clumsiness was to be expected. She was quite literally taking her first steps in this world, after all, plus her joints were new and stiff. „Careful now, you might trip in the beginning, so take it slow, love. You wouldn’t want to end up hurting yourself, now, would you?“

At that, the doll went wide-eyed and hurried to wrap one hand tightly around the fabric of his shirt and the other around his hand before she took her first steps. They were a bit awkward and slow and not at all resemblant of the grace that her name implied, but Erin knew that that was going to change soon.

However, seeing that walking wasn’t scary at all, Grace soon made her first attempt at peeling off of his protective hold and eagerly went to explore on her own, stumbling from one corner to the other. Erin’s smile faltered. While her actions seemed innocent enough, the anxious voices that had begun to inhabit Erin’s mind since Grace’s loss screamed at him to hold her. She shouldn’t try to distance herself, she was his, and she was to be by his side.

„Where are you going, love?“ he asked as he hurried to follow her, but his question fell on deaf ears, the doll too engrossed in this new reality she was finally getting to be privy to.

Clueless to Erin’s rising anxiety, Grace slowly let her fingers trace all sorts of jars that were on display on the workshop’s shelves, eager to feel any and every new texture at every opportunity that presented itself. Her eyes flittered over the dozens of paint bottles as she quietly mumbled words of amazement to herself before finally working up the courage to raise her voice ever so slightly and ask:

„W-What… is all this?“ she pointed at the paint like a child. As she came to a halt next to his paint shelf, he too did, following her like a shadow.

„Oh, it’s just paint, love. I use it to draw the faces of my dolls. In fact, I drew your face with it too.“

„My face too? Can I see?“ she asked, excited at the prospect of seeing herself.

At that, Erin chuckled, gladly handing her a small pocket mirror. Grace looked at herself with utter awe, poking and prodding at her face, her fingers tracing over the softness of her rosy cheeks and her plump, red lips. She didn’t quite notice when Erin moved behind her to pull her back flush against his chest.

„You’re beautiful, darling. Do you like yourself?“ he purred in her ear, wanting to coax some praise out of her. He just wanted to hear her talk and talk… praising him, saying that she wanted him, anything to satisfy his love-deprived heart. Say something, Grace. Anything. I haven’t heard your sweet voice in so long. It’s making me insane.

He himself just wanted to praise her for her existence. The need to drown her with all this pent-up affection made his entire body twitch with what Erin believed to be the same kind of energy that drove his original Grace to jump from one adventure to the next. He couldn’t even wait for the doll’s response. Instead, he buried his head in her hair, nuzzling her, desperate to get high on her delicious scent. He’d worked so hard to replicate it.

„I d-do. Thank you… for making me.“ she stumbled over her words, finally throwing him a small crumb. When you’ve been so numb from starvation, even the smallest crumbs can re-ignite this desperate greed for satiation.

Her voice was lined with hesitance, growing smaller by the second at his increasing affection. To her de-facto newborn mind, his yearning was nothing but an overwhelming input that didn’t quite match any of the few commands he’d programmed into her code. She stiffened further at his advances, trying to pull away once more, as her program urged her to leave this uncertain situation and seek safety.

But Erin couldn’t have that, the lovesick expression morphing into one of betrayal and hurt. „Don’t…“ Erin breathed out - a desperate plea. „Please.“ His grip tightened around her, his arms moving away from her waist and instead snaking over her arms, rendering her helplessly trapped in what should’ve been an innocent hug. „Stay close, Grace. You mean so much to me, you have no idea. I’ve been waiting to hold you for so long. It used to be so lonely without you. Please stay...“

Grace didn’t dare to even attempt to push him away. „I’m confused…“ she admitted, her voice laced with the sort of vulnerability that filled Erin with a need to protect her. Instinctively, his hands sprung into action, slowly caressing the top of her head.

„What’s making you feel confused, love?“

„I don’t understand what you’re doing…“ Confessing that instigated a sense of what one would call fear within her binary mind. She didn’t quite understand this pang of pain in her chest, but something told her that she'd just let this man down. „Why are you so close? Aren’t we strangers to each other?“

That feeling of hers was instantly validated by the way Erin paused his affections to pull away and look at her. „What do you mean ‚strangers‘, Grace? I made you. I created you,“ he pressed his lips into a thin line as his eyes searched hers for any semblance of deception. Surely, that’s not what you’re truly thinking.

„B-But I don’t know who you are.“, Grace replied. And she didn’t want to upset him; she just needed to be honest with him. Everyone deserved honesty. Yet what she clearly couldn’t understand was that Erin wasn’t in the right headspace to appreciate her honesty. Her entire existence was just him lying to himself that he could simply live on with his deceased love.

He tried to gather himself as best as he could.

„That’s okay.“, he assured her with forced gentleness when it was anything but okay. „I know who you are. And soon enough, you’ll learn to know me too.“ As he tried to ignore this gaping hole of momentary clarity aching in his chest, he went on in a different direction. „Didn’t you want to explore a little? ...If you’d like, you could. Just be careful. My workshop is filled with all sorts of tools that you could end up hurting yourself with, so please don’t try to touch everything and don’t stray too far. Alright?“ He gave her a small smile to silently encourage her.

Grace’s gaze fell as guilt washed over her before she reluctantly went on to scan the room for anything to interact with, trying to look past this first dent in their relationship. With newfound interest, she shifted towards the window. This silvery orb in the sky left her in awe with the way it plunged the outside landscape into soft light. Seeing how captivated Grace was by such a simple thing he smiled softly.

„Pretty, isn’t it? It’s the moon. It’s something that you’ll often see in the sky.“

Grace nodded with amazement. „I like how it plunges the world in this silvery glow… It’s so serene.“

„I know.“ His Grace had always been a night person. She came to life when the rest of the world slept, just like the moon. Perhaps she truly lives on in this doll…

„Its light is so soft. I want to feel it—“ If she were alive, her hands would’ve left handprints all over the window with the way she tried to touch the moon. „Everything looks like a painting… I wish I could be a part of it…“

„I know.“, he repeats once more, casting her with a soft gaze. For a second, he contemplated opening the window for her so that she could feel the chilly night air and the soft moonlight for herself, but that thought quickly died.

„Maybe tomorrow, alright?“

He felt a pang of pain in his chest at the sight of her eyes beginning to sparkle in glee at the promise. Technically, he didn’t promise, but she thought he did, and now he was forced to go through with it. He sighed.

And so, for tonight, Grace directed her full attention to the rest of the workshop, slowly picking up the pace at which she got to know this odd new place. She didn’t really heed his early warning not to touch his tools, eagerly darting from one corner to the other to see and feel and maybe even taste (although Erin stopped her before she tried to taste the paint) everything there was to see, feel, and taste. She pricked her fingers and cut herself at least six times until it stuck that, yes, sharp objects indeed hurt if you play with them.

„Be careful—,“ Erin cautioned every time he saw her aiming to poke at something she shouldn’t and inevitably squeaking from the superficial pain. In the end, Erin just grabbed her by the hand - that was one less hand to worry about.

„No— I was just looking!“ Grace whined as he pulled her away from his sewing machine as she was seconds away from sewing a thread into her hand.

„You weren’t, don’t pretend now,“ Erin scolded with a firm yet gentle tone. „Here, hold onto me. I can show you things that feel nice to the touch and are safe.“ With excitement of his own, he went on to show her his collection of shimmering, expensive fabrics that he used to make the clothing for his dolls. Inside a large wooden closet, he stored smooth, luxurious silk, soft velvet, crinkly cheviot, and supple linen - it was a sensation galore for his doll that craved to interact with her surroundings.

He couldn’t help but feel emotional as he saw her innocent marvel at the ornate beauty of the fabrics and her bubbling enthusiasm for his craft. It’s just like old times, it’s finally like before, Erin thought to himself. He wanted to cry of relief right then and there.

The more Grace interacted with her surroundings, the more her fear and apprehension began to dissipate. It was fun to run around and be shown all these unknown tools. It was fun to have someone show her around, even if that someone radiated this odd energy. She didn’t mind it as much anymore. Sure, Erin still made her feel strange, but he didn’t try to hurt her, he seemed to care for her.

The more he showed her care and mildness, the more she naively believed that he was a safe human, just one with a few quirks. At the end of the day, he still was her creator, the person who made her from nothing...

Her eyes flickered over all the lifeless dolls displayed in crystal vitrines. She must’ve been just like them, but he had gifted her a life, an option to exist with him and she couldn’t help but feel grateful for that blessing.

„Does it hurt?“ Erin asked as he examined Grace’s dislocated hand. It was bent at an unnatural angle, with the joint sticking out in a way that made Erin wince. These past few days, she had been taking full advantage of the freedom Erin had granted her within the bounds of his workshop and she was already in need of repair.

„No… I don’t think so. It felt odd. Like something inside me was wrong for a moment.“ She kicked her legs impatiently. „Can I move now, Erin?“

„Just a second, don’t fidget too much.“ With studied precision, Erin fixed her hand within minutes. „Alright, you. You’re good to go now… how did this even happen?“ Grace shrugged. She was indifferent to her own pain. It’s not like she felt anything. Her code told her to react accordingly whenever she did something to her body that went against what Erin had originally defined as her ‚natural construction’.

„I wanted to see how far I can bend my hand. It’s pretty far. Very flexible.“

„How did you even get to that idea— okay, no, never mind.“, Erin sighed as he put his tools back where they belonged. These days, he couldn’t allow any type of disarray in his workshop. Not before Grace’s phase of needing to touch everything was over. „Just be careful.“, he urged as he caressed her cheek lovingly, his eyes searching hers. „You could hurt yourself badly. You still don’t know the limits of your own body.“

„But that’s exactly why I need to figure out what they are.“, she argued stubbornly, mirroring the original perfectly. „It’s testing new things. Seeing how far I can bend, or seeing how close is too close to the fireplace—“

„Please don’t remind me of that. You gave me a heart attack…“

Grace’s enthusiasm dulled at that. „I’m sorry.“, she mumbled. „It’s just that something deep inside me tells me to go and try everything out, even if it could be dangerous.“ She didn’t want to worry him; it’s just that she wanted to learn! She wanted to know her limits, and she wanted to know how things around her worked. And it’s not like she was fragile. She was strong!

Erin had gifted his doll Grace’s fierce need for independence and love for exploration in the hopes of replicating her personality exactly, but now he was beginning to fear he’d done too good of a job. She was so innocent, unperturbed of the pains of life, and unaware of the dangers lurking around her that all of her decisions were rash and not thought through. While he loved to watch her constant fidgeting, he felt like everything was now a potential danger. The thought of her being ripped away from him due to her infinite curiosity terrified him.

„You’re not alone, though. You have me by your side, darling,“ he reminded her softly. He just wanted her to need him the same way he needed her. „I can show you everything safely without the need of you getting hurt. You don’t have to rush.“

„But I want to rush- There’s so much out there! I just… I can’t explain it.“ There it was again, that need of hers to leave. Erin stiffened at the bare thought of her leaving the safe nest that he had provided her with, the anxiety he often felt when the situation was spinning out of control loomed over him.

„It’s like I’m missing something—,“ she went on with the same enthusiasm. „—a small piece of me, and it’s out there, I just have to find it!“ She sounded like she was convinced something out there was beckoning her to come out and embark on some sort of special mission that she was specifically designed for. Erin struggled to contain his bubbling desperation. Why wouldn’t she understand?

The only thing she was designed for was for loving. She was meant to love him and crave him, to stay close to him, not to crave the unknown. This sinking feeling of deja vu made his skin crawl, and suddenly, he felt his body growing hot and clammy, making his vision spin. He felt sick, physically ill at this point. As he acutely felt his heart pounding against his ribcage, it clearly trying to escape its confines, he put his hand on Grace’s shoulder to steady himself.

„Are you okay?“ Grace asked, casting away her excitement. He saw how her brows furrowed and how worry set in her previously determined expression, and that… that meant everything to him. He loved to see her worried for him, to see her pause her current train of thought and make him the centre of her attention. It was everything he wanted, everything that he desired from her. To just stop those fleeting thoughts and ideas that distanced her from him and to just stay. „E-Erin?“ she asked once more, snapping him out of his thoughts. He ran his hand through her locks, petting her.

„Somethings are better left unexplored, Grace.“, he settled on saying. „Stay here with me. I can guide you. I can give you all the knowledge you crave without you having to go out at all— I’ll teach you everything I know. Doesn’t that sound nice?“ He slowly closed the gap between them, pulling her closer to him and tucking her in his embrace. She didn’t fight it; she was already used to the way he sought her out whenever he needed to ground himself.

„It does, but—“

„I could show you how to make dolls of your own, or how to bake, or how to draw. We could make so many new clothes for you together. Doesn’t that sound great?“ he breathed into her ear as if trying to channel his own shaky excitement for the idea into her. „Y-Yes, it does,“ she stammered, finally relenting.

„Right? There we go, it does sound great, doesn’t it?“ He nodded to himself, feeling proud of having suggested such good ideas. The voices in his mind that urged him on to keep this compelling for her gradually began to quieten the more he went on. „And don’t worry about getting to see the outside. I promise that when you’re ready, the two of us will go out and explore that too! I can show you the most exciting of hiking routes. I’m sure you’ll love them. But for now… let’s stick to the house, darling. There is so much for you to see here, you just have to give it a chance.“ When she fell silent and instead buried her head deeper into his chest, he exhaled. He didn’t even realise that he’d been holding his breath this entire time.

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fatuismooches · 1 year ago

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(About the Dottore sugar tax)

I like to imagine that some members of the Fatui are very discreet in handing out the sweets.

Oh, one of their comrades is getting a scolding and it looks like it's escalating? Quick! Sneak a sweet nearby that the Lord Harbinger could spot easily!

And what happens is that mid-rant, the segment would glance just a little to the side behind the researcher and he sees - what the fuck?? Why is there a Charcoal-Baked Ajilenakh Cake on the desk??? How? When???

And he just gets so confused that he kinda momentarily short-circuits

The Fatui can't keep using the sweets tactics too often tho, they might accidentally pavlov their lord into hating sweets if he keeps receiving them when he's angry!

It happened with Omega already, he scowled at the Fatui Skirmisher and demanded if the agent thought of him as a dog that could be placated with a mere treat. Yeah that guy is dead now.

And of course the segments start to get suspicious by the sixth incident of receiving a sweet out of nowhere.

Zandik is baffled, because somehow everyone and their damn mother knows he has a sweet tooth and he is convinced that Pantalone has something to do with it (probably the ninth trying to gain his favour for a new gadget to sell)

Reader: sweating in the background.

Wait no I got pavlov's experiment mixed up: It would be more accurate to say that since Dottore keeps receiving sweets when he's angry - he starts to subconsciously expect sweets when he's frustrated. Which is even funnier because imagine how confused he'd be. He's stressing about failed results, why is he salivating???

OH MY GOSH... THIS IS LIKE THE FUNNIEST AND CUTEST THING EVER AHH!! When you work for someone such as Il Dottore, it is important to stick together with your fellow co-workers. Because you never know what will happen. And also, you don't really want to be carrying your new friend's dead body to the experimentation room. So it's important to look out for each other every now and then. This includes distracting the Harbinger's attention in any way possible from the target of his assault. Even if it means sneaking sweets into the lab. Yes, it is truly terrifying work, but it is necessary, especially when you were so kind to bestow this protection upon them.

THE WHOLE ASS CHARCOAL CAKE IS WHAT MAKES ME DIE... 😭 Was he really so caught up in his ranting that he didn't notice it? Actually, never mind that, how did they know he likes sweets, much less prefers Sumerian sweets compared to any other nation? All the agents have the exact same poker face, betraying absolutely nothing, for their lives are genuinely on the line right now. It was all riding on this Charcoal-Baked Ajilenakh Cake. Yes, this was 100% serious.

Ugh... if i was a regular agent think i'd rather die than present the OMEGA segment of all a piece of candy. The courage it'd take is insane. But oops. The other agents knew from that day they needed to be more careful with their tactics... yes, they have to add this to the handbook now. 😭 I imagine, the method begins to be used sparsely because the segments are not going to let their reputation be dumbed down to the guys who can be won over by mere sweets. Nope, not happening, they should be feared! Not known to the Fatui as being a sweets lover! So subduing the segments with sweets only happens on very violent days. Or if you happen to be in the room, you'll happily take the sweets offered by the agents and share them with the segment to make him calm down.

EBWKBEWEW DOTTORE BLAMING PANTALONE FOR ALL HIS PROBLEMS!! 😭 ah he would, despite how smart he is, it just completely slips his mind that you could have done this as well. Oh well! You just hope he doesn't find out! *nervous sweating intensifies*

Teehee him stressing not only over his failed results but his sudden urge to devour some sweets... it's really annoying for him though, usually, he ignores his growling stomach for a long time but, the taste of sweets is just haunting him and his tastebuds.

Maybe if he asks you, you can make some that lasts a few days... because at this rate, he expects to be thinking about sweets for a while with how poorly his experiments are going.

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #i read this before my final and i just. 🥹🥹 smiled SO HARD.#WKFBEKBF ITS JUST SO SWEET!! I LOVE IT!!#also not me having to google what pavlov's experiment was bye 😭😭.

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warmerstranger · 1 year ago

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Hii I loved that recent enstars writing you did so much! If I may request something like Mayoi and/or Koga going to try desserts with y/n? I have so much brain rot of these dorks lol ♡

- 🍰 anon

Piece of Bites

ft. Koga Oogami, Mayoi Ayase

alriighht, here's ur order thank you for waiting !! aha, sorry it took like a week, the procrastinating hit me so bad ...

°°``Marked as and included with: fluff! Mayoi being kind of obsessive tho, he means well <3 um is the favoritism too obv here...

[Koga Oogami]

🐺 The moment word 'desserts' are mentioned to him, his face would slightly scrunch like they're something repulsive to him. You must've picked the wrong person...

🐺 Yes, he just come up with the sweetest and cutest desserts imaginable especially if you talk about it and give them to him. He would have his tongue out in a disgust, flat-out refusing without any whiny complains before having you to enjoy it yourself instead. He would still keep you company by getting his own snacks to eat with, though.

🐺 Really, Koga doesn't have a particular grudge or some shitty memories going on against it, he won't go through the sweet aftertaste of eating them or feeling the soft texture melting on his tongue it's yucky. Those type of desserts aren't just for him. Just consider it, do you even think those things suit him? He literally keeps up a wild and rough image as his whole part of identity!

🐺 ...okay, since he's the tougher man and if you have begged enough or use the most effective puppy eyes at him, he would brave through them, the texture and taste be goddamned. They're nothing for him, he's no coward (in actuality if you bought them for him too, it would leave a more bitter taste in his mouth when he just refuse and let you give them to another person). He could sit down and wolf them down try a few bites all the while growling out of spite he has towards the poor desserts. In return you must have some grilled meat or something alike in advance to wash the taste off, especially along with some genuine acknowledgement from your own mouth.

🐺 If they are desserts that aren't sweet or fruity taste and more within a savory level... now they might be a whole different thing going on for him.

🐺 He would eat them and leave no crumbs (literal), expressing his satisfaction and all be referring them 'this rocks' or as 'the good shit'.

🐺 Just be prepared to face the next time he would share some meat with you to eat together. All a steak or barbeque session you're in for...

[Mayoi Ayase]

🦝 Crying, shaking, sobbing, he can't believe you're willing to be in precious moments like this with him..! It's as if he has gone knocking the heaven's door from how much bliss he's feeling he might just die happily.

🦝 While he might have some preferences, it doesn't matter much about how they taste, all that matters is the fact he and you eat them together! Especially if you pick them specifically for him, not even the delicious taste of desserts can outmatch his pleasure of your kind thoughts for someone as revolting as him...

🦝 Mayoi might offer to spoon-feed you or alternately taking turns trying your part while you try his. He's going feral just imagining the indirect kiss when you offer using your own or his spoon..!!

🦝 He's enjoying the experience overall with a bashful smile plastered and humming delightfully the whole time you would think it's because of the desserts since he's eating them happily when he's mostly focused on watching you eat or appreciating your company.

🦝 His rambling would be amplified, driven as the fuel by the desserts if they particularly leave him a satisfying taste. He feels like he can open up more to you.

🦝 He would make sure to let you know he's thankful and he would cherish this moment dearly for the time to come.

🦝 Mayoi wouldn't mind having desserts together with you again sometime! Very soon, preferably, he might even pick and bring your favorites next time.

#enstars x you #enstars x reader #enstars fluff #enstars headcanons #ensemble stars x reader #mayoi ayase x reader #koga oogami x reader #ensemble stars x you #enstars imagines

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wordy-little-witch · 5 months ago

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Oooooughhhh. Two Random One piece regression hcs because I had a bad day pls enjoy:

Usopp: Love that you mentioned him as someone who is Robins chosen storyteller ™️, because that boy is just SOOOO big brother coded. Revels in it really. Big and small kids alike are just immediately drawn to him and he’s lowkey proud of that. The cool caretaker that lets you do cool stuff when you’re little. Genuinely, I love him, I can’t not imagine him as just one of the best people to look after someone that’s regressed. Just radiates comfort.

Perona + Buggy: for some reason can easily imagine her getting spooped and accidentally using her devil fruit powers on Buggy by accident…. Which makes him regress immediately because he was already slipping and getting a face full of bad thought ghost isn’t helping. Perona does not know Buggy regresses. PANIC. Full blown panic. Like “Crap! I emotionally scared this yonko!” Crocodile and Mihawk enter the room utterly confused to a stressed out pastel goth trying her damndest to somehow calm down their husband with a bunch of plushies and toys and making funny faces at him. It only helps a little, mainly because Buggy is more confused than anything tough.

She’s glad when things get cleared up and she learns that she DIDNT traumatize Buggy so hard he perma regressed. Very apologetic about it as well. Often offers to help out as a secondary caretaker for him, but rarely ever gets to do it, because she is a bit much for little Buggy. He loves her but she can easily go from “Fun spooky ghost” caretaker to “Way too much and in his face” caretaker by accident, so it’s best when someone’s there who can remind her to give the clown a little bit space. Whenever their energy matches they both get on like a house on fire. She probably loves when he looks an after her when she regresses, even though she usually is a very independent kiddo and doesn’t necessarily want someone to take care of her. But Buggy just knows how to handle her specific brand of chaos and actually encourages it. Mihawk kind of hoped he’d encourage her to calm down a little…. Pff

1) baby doll I hope your day gets/got better bc if not I'll find anyone who was ever mean to you and i'll make them snort their bone dust like coke ily mwah mwah apply to forehead

2) i!!!! Love!!!! Getting!!!!! Regression stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3) Usopp is criminally underrated and he'd be the BEST caregiver or at the Very Least Babysitter ever and I'll die on that hill happily. He's the type to kiss booboos and tell stories and match energy and keep you happy, safe, and hit that perfect sweet spot of Encouraging You and Not Be Overbearing. Perfect mans. I don't always love snipers but when I do it's Usopp Only. I'd trust him to give me open heart surgery but he might slip a rubber duck in there. I'd be fine with it.

Robin absolutely feels Safe with Usopp. It's. Hard to explain. But he manages to hit every single Comfort Person Point she has, and if Franky is busy and Robin is regressed, she's with or near Usopp.

((When Luffy eventually feels comfortable and safe to regress, he's clingy and quiet. And Usopp just likes having a captain shaped backpack, giving him snacks and preening with each and every giggle he can get out of the other. And when Robin is little too, it's a wonderful mess - in a literal sense. Who doesn't love fingerpainting on a deck literally covered stern to starboard in paper?? Trick question, everyone does.))

4) Perona+Buggy just!!!!! Yes!!!!!!

I'm caught between the idea of Buggy being mostly unaffected by her ghosts and him just. Getting the hit and not really responding much.

But when he's already teetering and that ghost pulls everything to the forefront like a sucker punch, he is absolutely Not Prepared.

Frankly. I could see the situation along the lines of them having a mild argument. Perona gets mad, and just fwoosh sends her little guys out. It's knee-jerk. It's just A Thing She Does. It's likely not even the first time she's done it specifically TO Buggy. The last few times just resulted in a semi badass semi depressing moment á la Lapis and Blue Diamond from Steven Universe.

This time Buggy goes very still and she's still throwing a fit until she realizes there's no sound, no clap back, nothing. And she looks up. And Buggy's completely blank faced with tears streaming from his eyes. He's nit even moving to hide them or wipe them away. This isn't the first time she's seen him cry, not by a long shot, but it is the first time she's seen him like.... this.

Somehow, she thinks through the panic, she's almost prefer outright wailing.

She's trying desperately to fix it, both because Oh My Bats I Just Scarred A Yonkou and OH MY GODS I JUST SCARRED MY DAD'S CLOWN SPOUSE

She's doing everything she can think of. Cute things make her feel better, so those should help. Right?? A-And soft things! For cuddling!!! That's good for bad moods. Maybe a snack? What does Buggy like. She tries everything. She's spiraling. She's losing it. She even tries to antagonize him into anger - a comment on the nose should work!!

It doesn't.

It makes her panic that much harder.

Shit shit shit she broke him-

And then Mihawk walks in, Croc on his heels. She's crying. Buggy's still crying, ominously blank faced. She's certain Mihawk's gonna kill her (or ground her, which might be worse-), but he just stiffens, takes one look, then nods once.

And Perona watches as that glacial exterior melts into smth vaguely familiar, as his voice takes on that One Special Tone for when she's regressing and- oh.

Ohhh

Ohhhhhh that might be worse, actually.

Crocodile wordlessly pulls out a comically large plush wani toy, sets it down nearby as his sand drags a small chest from under their bed. Then he takes Perona by the hand and leads her to the kitchenette.

"I... I didn't mean to...."

"I know," the logia user offers in a short response, tone a normal level of cool but also somehow gentle. "Stuff happens sometimes. Lil' brat is usually unexpectedly tough, but sometimes that armor is a little looser than usual."

"Did I hurt him?"

"Possibly."

She whines softly, burying her face in her hands. Another hand, far larger and far warmer, plops onto her head. She peeks up at Croc. He sighs around his cigar.

"Shit happens, kid. You made a mistake. It was an accident. All we can do now is work with things and get better moving forward. Understand?"

She nods hesitantly. "I... I want to help. I couldn't help, but I want to."

"You were doing fine."

"Huh?"

He hands her a small little basket - it's full of small baggies, a few juice boxes, and a few apples. One of the fruit has a knife stuck in it. She tilts her head, uncomprehending even as he nudges her back to the main room. "You scared him," he says simply, "and instead of screeching like a little banshee or hiding, he stayed still. Was he responsive?"

"His eyes would follow me when I moved. But he just didn't.... emote. Like at all. It wasn't cute at all. It was.... like a bad kind of scary."

"He was aware, he was scared, and he stayed with you. Look, Bug is stronger than he seems, and he's more vulnerable than he lets on, but that chucklefuck is not stupid by any means. Even terrified, even regressed, even in a bad spot mentally, he trusted you enough to stay. He knew you were safe. What's done is done, pinkie. Now let's go get some snacks on out there and salvage this evening."

".... okay."

<><><><><><><><>

And obviously once things chill out enough, I think it would be adorable if Perona, stressed and fidgety, starts slipping herself. Playing with Buggy once he's calmed a little is actually really fun, even if the kid is semi-verbal. He's mostly self sufficient, and she genuinely enjoys the time they spend sitting together on the carpet while Hawkeyes and Crocodile watch over them. They make a very super duper extra ultra cute block castle, and eventually when Buggy manages to doze off, it's with his head on her shoulder. She just smiles and snuggles closer.

((There's absolutely copies of the picture then taken))

Usually Perona is a little more hyper than Buggy. Big or Little, she's a pastel little whirlwind. When Buggy's up for it, he is THERE and he is THRIVING.

But when he's not, they really do need that buffer lest someone get bitten.

((Bonus points, Perona and Buggy, while they do often look after each other, occasionally regress together at the same time. Whenever that happens, Buggy is smooshed within an inch of his life. If he had a berri for every time a florid haired person who sometimes regresses decided while regressed that he's now their baby brother, he's have two berri, which isn't a lot but it's odd that it happened twice.))

#witchy answers!!#cross guild agere content #agere buggy #agere one piece #regressor buggy #regressor perona #perona my beloved #she's so silly #so pretty #this got longer than i expected #i maaaay have gotten too into it whoopsies~#thanks for the ask ily

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spadesofgrass · 13 days ago

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Prompt 11! ❤️

Thank you for the prompt Lin!

Trystan x Juliana ~ Crimes Prompt: "I’ve already died once. I would do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe.” WC: 568, no trigger warnings

“Ah, just us and the sea.” Trystan sighed. “It is beautiful this time of the year, isn’t it?”

They gestured at the deep, murky waters the yacht led them through. Dusk had fallen and a thin layer of fog and cold had settled in.

“You always manage to find some light in the dark, Trystan.” Juliana laughed heartily. Her face fell a little, “They need more people like you. Everyone could use you in their lives.”

“What’s wrong? Did Bas happen to say —”

“Oh no, don't go around blaming your poor brother for my erm — it's just wedding jitters, I think.” Juliana let out a breath. “For once, I would love to get a good night's rest, you know? My thoughts are all over the place and it's just — you're the only source of light I have and I just want to make certain that you are aware of it.”

“We will most certainly get a good night's rest.” Trystan kissed her forehead, holding her close. “I love you.”

She cradled their face in her palms. “You scare me sometimes, Trystan.”

“How so?”

“I don't know what the future holds for us and I can't — know — no, I just need a little thread of certainty to hang on. I'm not sure if I'm ready to see you be a ruler. You in the midst of conspirators and rogues and murderers and — it worries me.”

“I will never chose the crown over you.”

“But your oath —”

“Oh to hell with that nonsense.” Trystan swatted at the air, “The only thing that matters to me now, is you. If those so-called conspirators want to kill me, so be it then. I will not accept a death on behalf of the crown.”

“Trystan, you can't —”

“I've died once already. I've written off my soul, essentially. But I will accept it. The bad” - Trystan turned to meet Juliana’s eyes, “—and the things worth living for. I would die a thousand more times just to keep you safe. I'd do it over and over again, but only for you — if it means you can still see me as a source of light-?"

“Precious, you are so naive and soft and kind.” Juliana laughed heartily as she pressed a sweet kiss against their lips. “But you do have a way with words. I'd rather die before than let you get consumed.”

“We might as well get married now.” Trystan chuckled. “The oaths are done, I can perhaps, offer you the rings I'm wearing and well — let the sea marry us. What is more blissful than having nature be our witness?”

“You are such a sap.” Juliana smiled, “But maybe let’s postpone our elopement for tomorrow. I'm tired and I've got this book to finish and I would like nothing more than you next to me.”

“So it's settled then?”

“What is?”

“I mean it, Juli.” The jubilant tone in Trystan's voice dropped to a somber, genuine one. “I will rather consume poison than choose the crown over you.”

“You keep saying the most flattering things.”

“It's because I love you.”

A pause hung in the air. Juliana let the words sink in, before she smiled and intertwined her fingers around Trystan's hand. “Come on. Help me rest.”

A/N: And they lived happily ever after <3

Sike.

Sorry not sorry.

#trystan thorne x juliana georgescu #juliana georgescu #trystan thorne #drabbles

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petitelepus · 8 months ago

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Hello, I hope you are well. I really liked what you wrote for DS and I'm curious what you think of me. I am a girl with dark black hair and almost black eyes. If you look at them in the sun you can see their warm brown color. I'm the same height as Shinobu, but I'm chubbier than her. If I were a hunter, I think I would use poison too. I have facial features that are not sharp and that those around me find cute. My friends find me cheerful and smiling, that's true! I am someone who is almost always smiling. Just because I don't know you doesn't mean I won't smile at you❤️. I love talking and chatting. If I really find a common area with the other person, I can talk to him until the morning. My friends say my conversation is fun and relaxed. This is good for me! I don't want to bore anyone with my speech. They say my eyes sparkle because of the things I love and when I smile! I am someone who cries easily. Even though I really don't like this habit of mine, I cry over everything. I love books, reading, learning new and different things, and cats! Insects really scare me. I can go far and happily sacrifice my life for those I love! I am happy with easy things and sad with easy things. I love sweets very much. I don't hate anyone easily. I love to think, dream and get lost. That's why sometimes I can't hear what you say. Whether I want it or not, I attract a lot of attention in every environment. And I can be really quite loud sometimes.

What you do with it is entirely up to you❤️. I hope it was understandable because I use translation😅. As a Turk, I love you and your articles. I hope you have a wonderful day��

I match you with adult Tanjiro Kamado!

The young man fell most likely to your kindness and that smile of yours that never seemed to waver. You're kind to everyone, no matter if they are complete strangers to you and that is kinda how you and he met.

Tanjiro doesn't mind it if you use poison since every Slayer is different and they must use their quirks and traits to their advantage. Your shortness is cute, you have an adorable face and about your chubbiness, he thinks there is more of you to hug and love!

The more time he spends with you the more he learns about you and how you are a genuinely kind and cheerful person, always trying to make the best out of the bad situation.

You love chatting with people and hearing other Slayers tell stories about Demons they've hunted and Tanjiro's are most interesting, you could listen to him talk for hours.

Tanjiro loves how you always smile, but he thinks that if you're hurt then you are allowed to drop that smile for a second and show what you may really feel.

Even if you insist that the smile you are wearing is genuine, he wants you to know that he is there for you. You don't need to fear, he is as loyal as he is kind and he would never leave you.

This is the part where you cry out loud, was it either joy, sadness, or even relief. Tanjiro doesn't mind your crying, it's one way of showing of love and passion.

Your eyes are definitely unique and he really likes them and how much feelings they hold. While you may smile, your eyes are honest.

Tanjiro really admires and respects you because you are genuinely a good person who would sacrifice your own life for those you hold close to your heart.

He is similar to that, but he can't die just yet before he has returned his sister back to normal and he doesn't want to leave her or you alone in the world, so please, try to stay alive for his sake?

Tanjiro always remembers that you have a sweet tooth and if he is out traveling and hunting Demons, he always makes sure to get you something sweet as a gift.

Sometimes when you start daydreaming and get lost in thoughts Tanjiro looks at you and tries to figure out what you might be thinking. A recent book you read or perhaps the cute cat you saw earlier?

Nezuko likes you also since you don't immediately want to kill her for being a Demon since you can't feel a murderous aura from her. You would most likely smile and ask why Tanjiro traveled with a Demon, but hearing him tell you that Nezuko is his little sister, you would be filled with joy and you would immediately accept her and offer some sweets for her.

Tanjiro just falls for you harder for being so kind to his beloved little sister and he has Nezuko's approval to court you.

#demon slayer matchup #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #alacamerve #matchup #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #ENJOY!#Thank you for liking my stuff and being my Reader!

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rainylana · 2 years ago

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“Go to bed, y/n.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you can’t sleep. you also want a puppy, so you pester eddie all night long.

warnings: just some language and tired, grumpy eddie lmao. strictly fluff and playful teasing:) it’s short, but definitely sweet<33

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Twenty seven. There were twenty seven cracks in the ceiling above you. Some were dark stained from rain damage, some were from mold. It didn’t come as a shock to you, though, considering the neighborhood you lived in. You were just incredibly bored, and were trying everything in your power to fall asleep. It was almost two o’clock in the morning, and Eddie had long since passed out.

You figured it was your own fault, as you had downed almost three pepsis during diner, a piss poor excuse of dinner. Eddie had promised he would run to the store, which as usual, he forgot, so tv diners it was. You groaned softly as you glanced over to your lover, sighing as the sight of him. He looked so peaceful. So…so…asleep. You wished you looked like that.

Was it fair to wake him just because you couldn’t sleep? Probably not, but damn it, you’d been awake for hours, and you were going to die of boredom. “Eddie?” You called softly, face turned in his direction. You were only met with sound snores.

“Eddieeeee?” You sang, reaching out to poke his shoulder, too which he grunted roughly into his pillow. You scoffed, slapping him playfully. “Christ, Edward, wake up!”

“What?” He said sharply, glaring at you over his shoulder.

You stifled a laugh as you leaned up on your elbow. “I can’t sleep. Will you entertain me?”

He groaned dramatically and very loudly as he faceplanted back into his pillow, ignoring you.

“Hey!” You gasped. “Come on, I can’t sleep!”

“That’s your own fault.” His voice was muffled. “I told you not to drink so much caffeine.”

He did. He warned you after your second one that you’d be up bouncing off the walls. In fact, he lovingly told you not to keep him up all night. Looks like you didn’t give a shit about that. Eddie, despite how passionate, happy and a charismatic he was as a human being, he was terribly grumpy when he woke up. Especially when he wasn’t ready. If he didn’t get his full eight hours, god forbid anyone say anything to him until he fully woke up. You thought it was hilarious, though, given he was just too damn cute when he was grouchy.

“Please!” You threw yourself on his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. His hair was softly and frizzy underneath your cheek, his torso bare and shirt scattered off into the dark abyss of the floor. “Tell me a story or something! You’re good at that.”

More pleaful groans. “Eddie!”

“Ugh- why must I pay for your crimes?” He whined, pushing you off his back as he twisted around to lay on his. You giggled happily as he pulled you into his side, cuddling up against him. You pulled your black comforter up around your shoulders, his face etched into a look of annoyance.

“What do you wanna talk about?” You beamed.

“I don’t want to talk about anything, y/n.” He groveled. “I want to sleep.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Too bad. You’re staying up with me.”

“I want to break up then. Pack your things and go.” He said tiredly, his eyes remaining closed. You snickered, knowing he was teasing.

“Can I tell you what I thought of today?” You drummed your fingers against his chest.

“No, but you’re going to tell me anyways, so might as well.”

“I was thinking we could get a dog!” You said happily, looking up to see his eyes snap open.

“Fuck no.” His tired eyes met yours, stomach dropping at the idea of a furry creature roughhousing your home. “Don’t even think about.”

“Why not!” You pouted, sitting up with him. “It would be cute! A little puppy running around!”

“Uh, no,” He raised his brows, pushing his bedhead away from his face. “It would not be cute. It would be a mess. We’re not getting a dog.” He said in a no nonsense voice, a very tired voice, and sunk back down in the mattress without you.

You remained seated upright, lips pulled into a frown as you crossed your arms. “You don’t love me.” You pouted, obviously just messing with him.

“Shut up.” He shuffled, trying to get comfortable. “Go to bed, y/n.”

“No, I can’t.” You shook your head. “How can I sleep knowing my boyfriend doesn’t love me anymore!”

“Jesus h christ,” He dragged out, knowing you weren’t ever going to shut the hell up. He made a mental note to never buy pepsi again. “When did I say that?”

“Just now.” You huffed, nose turned upward. “You said I couldn’t get a dog.”

“So that means I don’t love you?”

“Yes.”

He moaned into the sheets, lifting himself up only to pull you back down with him, causing you to squeal. “I’m putting up with this, aren’t I? Doesn’t that prove my love to you?”

He was on his stomach still, his arm around your chest as he held you close. “I guess.” You shrugged. “But I still want a puppy, Eddie. Why don’t you want one?”

“Because dogs are messy, y/n.” His nose pressed against your shoulder, his tone light, yet dripping in exhaustion. You were a terrible girlfriend, you figured.

“But I can clean after it!” You persuaded happily. “I promise it won’t get into any of your stuff.”

“Mhm, you say that now.”

You turned your face toward him and huffed dramatically, causing him to open his eyes. You glared at him, and he just looked at you with amusement. “If I tell you a story will you drop this whole dog business?”

You thought for a moment. Yeah, he was probably right. A dog would be messy.

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled, causing him to roll his eyes. He turned on his side to pull you in close, and beamed happily as you cuddled against him.

He sighed deeply. “Once upon a time,”

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut

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undiscovered-horizon · 3 years ago

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Dating Matt Murdock

People always say “marry your best friend” and that’s exactly what your relationship is like

He’s whipped and it’s obvious to anyone with working eyesight and/or hearing

“Yeah, she has me wrapped around her finger and I’m completely content with that”

That dreamy face he has around you 24/7 is so sweet it makes people want to vomit tbh

Matt laughs at all of your jokes, no matter how terrible

You know each other so well, you can finish your sentences, which backfires during arguments because you know EXACTLY what the other person is thinking, even if they state otherwise

But arguments aren't common, mostly chill exchanges, HOWEVER that doesn't mean things didn't get serious once or twice

All because you're genuinely worried for his well-being and Matt seems pretty laid back about possibly suffering a gruesome death

Back hugs. So many back hugs.

Small kisses whenever you're passing by each other

You often just hang out, doing your own things and enjoying each other's presence

He likes to be the small spoon and I will die on this hill

You read your books out loud to him and sometimes give goofy voices to different characters

Whenever one of you is invited somewhere, people are bewildered the other didn't tag along

Random dancing/swaying in the kitchen

You and Foggy exchange dirt on Matt

When you want to trash talk someone, he's there

Brings you coffee/tea to bed

You insist on putting ointment on his scars so they heal better and although at first Matt was pretty indifferent, he quickly grew to like it

I mean, you're taking care of him !!! His heart HAS to melt, it's the law

And the fact that you're happily putting your hands all over him

He refuses to ask for help in serious matters and it's quite upsetting because you have made it clear a thousand times that you'll gladly help him and that there's only so much a human can carry

But he's a little hard-headed when he sets his mind on something and believes he should deal with the hard things himself

Matt is the king of brooding and whenever he’s bothered by something, it's basically written in red sharpie on his forehead

He's gonna be okay, just let him lay with his head on your stomach/lap for a while

Raising cats together because Matt is 200% a cat guy you can't change my mind

Inside jokes that have a too long and complex history to ever be explained to someone

Matt's the type to jokingly stick his tongue out at you when you tease him

But be prepared for a witty rebuttal

The two of you love to listen to podcasts with scary stories

Compliments you a lot and is very smug about his smooth flirting

He can only imagine what you look like but that has never stopped him from claiming you're the prettiest person ever

Nothing can convince him otherwise

Matt is your number 1 fan

You do crosswords together

He smiles when he's kissing you, can't help it

Showering together

Matt will go to Heaven simply for putting up with your silly antics

You: Hey, wanna know a secret?

Matt: Sure

You: I like you

Matt, after being in a relationship with you for years: Color me surprised

You always have his back

"That's a stupidass idea, Matt... I'm right behind you."

He needs a little reassurance from time to time and you're more than willing to give it to him

You play with his hair when he lays on you

Sometimes, when he's gone all night, you sleep in his clothes, trying to at least pretend he's there with you

And when he comes back and catches you curled up in bed, wearing his shirt, it's so cute he might cry

Mornings are hard because neither of you wants to leave the bed

Giggly pillow talks

Sharing a tub of ice cream in the middle of the night and having intimate conversations

Cuddling!!! Once you give in, you're doomed. There's no escape. This is your life now.

Honestly, Matt wants to feel like he's bringing a positive change to the world, like his life matters, like he matters

You: You know, this world can't be hopeless. It sure does feel like it sometimes but it's not doomed. It can't be. Matt: Why? You: Because it has you.

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og-danny-dorito · 3 years ago

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[ 𝕊𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕 ]

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heyyy i'm back with more content :) also trying out different fonts n formats??

⚠𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤⚠️: mentions of sexual content but other than that none this shit wholesome

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𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕞𝕤: - forehead kisses are pretty regular before you meet him since it's mandatory to give him a goodnight kiss

- it's only when brahms starts demanding them AFTER he revealed himself that they probably get less frequent and thats because the forehead kisses get replaced with cheek and mouth kisses

- or sometimes full-on makeout sessions

- kissing him on his forehead is usually something he gets as a reward for doing something good like picking up after himself or helping you around the kitchen

- it becomes so normal to give him a forehead kiss after he does good that every time he completes a task he leans down/leans forward and taps his forehead so you can give him a kiss

- he just wants your love and approval don't @ him

- 10/10 needy boy

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝: - how tf did you get up there - no seriously he's almost taller than a door how did you...? - okay well, regardless of how you reached this bitch's head your forehead kiss is most likely going to earn you a rough grip on your arm if you don't warn him - the most likely situation that this would happen is late at night when you haven't fallen asleep yet with mikey curled up to your side with your head in his chest - if it weren't for the fact that he sleeps like someone's going to attack him in his sleep you might've been able to get away with it, but the rough hand on your shoulder preventing you from moving any closer is proof of being caught - he eventually lets go and lets you kiss him because he's too tired, but he isn't too cool with intimacy that he doesn't initiate - if you've been together for a while and you do it it's cool, but your best bet is to do it while patching him up form being hurt or when he's too tired to deny you

- 8/10 you might get your throat crushed but its cool 𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟:

- i don't know how you got up there but he is WRAPPED around your finger - like he already loved you more than his undead heart could manage but when you tenderly kiss him on the forehead so casually while ya'll are just laying around or doing normal tasks? yeah mans might shut down

- nonsexual intimacy just makes his heart explode PLEASE - if you pull this shit on him you're gonna ether get attacked with kisses in turn, forced into a bearhug, or all of the above - 100/10 do it all the time please he loves it 𝔹𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕒:

- P L E A SE GIVE HIM KISSES

- give him ALL kisses he gets so upset if you don't give him at least a thousand a day

- like it's started to become a game to him. where are you gonna kiss him next? the temple? the hand? the cheek? he gets so excited just thinking about it!!! - kissing him on the forehead while bringing down some food and sweet tea while he works will make him a blubbery and squealey mess - like you love him that much that you'll just kiss and love on him whenever?!?!

- he starts doing it in turn because it makes him so happy when you do it to him. that or he starts hugging you and babbling happily whenever you're within 5 feet of each other - 1000/10 loves all affection 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 & 𝕊𝕥𝕦:

- billy pretends to hate when you do it because he's "not a fucking kid" but he starts to get upset when you give stu kisses and don't give him any like a jealous child

- stu will literally take any sort of positive contact with open arms but he makes it weird by saying "thanks mom/dad/parental figure" - billy's kinda hesitant with being affectionate since he's kinda traumatized but after a bit of warming up to it he actually kinda likes random acts of affection?

- like he has this mentality that if you're being affectionate you want sex but after he realizes that you can be intimate without getting down and dirty he ends up liking it more than he likes sexual intimacy since it means more to him

- stu will literally kiss both of you any chance he gets with no hesitations

- and he will kiss EVERYWHERE. like don't be surprised if this man just kisses the back of your neck out of nowhere okay he has no self control

- its good there are three of you because just one person wouldn't be able to handle all of the love stu has to offer

- 7/10 for billy since it needs progress but 8/10 for stu since he makes dumb jokes but means well

ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕟:

- he's so awkward forgive him

- no like he literally doesn't know what to do when you first do it so he just kinda stands there for a second before nodding a "thank you" and leaving the room to recuperate

- on the outside he's all but on the inside he's like - he likes it but like? doesn't know?? how to ask for more??? - you can usually tell that he wants more because he starts nudging his head into your shoulder and waiting for you to give him kisses - a better option is to give him kisses on his mask filter! it's kinda like a lip kiss but not quite, and it's wholesome enough to make him have a good mood for the rest of the day

- like he might let a few victims die faster just because you gave him mask kisses before he went out - 6/10 he's awkward as all hell

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤:

- bro,,, thomas is so sad bro

- like,,, he just doesn't feel like you really care about him a lot of the time and doesn't feel like you deserve him and it gets him down so PLEASE show him affection

- like on the outside he may seem scared of it and might push you away, just be patient with him

- thomas ESPECIALLY doesn't like his face so kissing his face and telling him he looks handsome kinda makes him want to break down in tears right there

- like bubba he loves affection, but he's more timid and nervous about asking for it

- you can usually tell that he wants your attention from his nervous glances at you across the room and his sudden close proximity when you're walking around, so just turn around and hug him every once in a while!! or give him some smooches

- he might not offer them back but he returns the sentiment by nuzzling into your neck and humming if you play with his hair

- 9/10 just because he's super hesitant but needs it regardless

𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪: - y'all bacon bits cannot take one fucking thing seriously

- SKJDFN like if you give him a forehead kiss he'll try to lick your chin or push you away he's such an ass

- it's honestly just because genuine heartfelt affection brings up emotions he's not good at dealing with so he avoids it by counteracting with stupidity but whatever

- do not give him forehead kisses or you'll get your neck bitten i mean it

- 2/10 he's a dumbass

𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣:

- this man is BUILT for forehead kisses. look at that forehead. look at that sittable lap. look at those hugging arms.

- vincent will literally accept any sort of positive contact as long as you warn/ask him beforehand

- asking to kiss his forehead will earn you a shy nod, and doing so will result in a very blushy and embarrassed wax man

- FR THO like he will still get flustered and loose track of what he's doing if he thinks about it for a month after

- the fact that you kissed his face really sells it considering (like thomas) he's never liked his face

- kissing his BARE face for the first time though? oh my god he's going to start crying

- NO BUT FR SKJDFNK

- 10/10 he just,,,, loves you so much PLEASE

𝔹𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣: - c'mon now y'all really think he's gonna let you do that

- as soon as you lean in to kiss his forehead he's gonna push you away like "what are you doing" and go back to his business okay this man doesn't do intimacy

- unless he's in the safety of his room though

- if y'all are 100% alone it's okay even though he's kinda hesitant, but he's awkward and doesn't know how to return it in a way that isn't sexual

- like everyone paints him to be smooth n shit but i know for a FACT he doesn't know how to deal with genuine intimacy and it's because he's never had a healthy relationship in his life

- so you presenting that is weird and foreign and will take a lot of time for him to get used to

- 4/10 don't do that unless you're like a few months in

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖! 𝕐𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕛𝕒:

- what are you doing

- why are you doing that

- wait no don't stop-

- yeah soft intimacy is something he's still kinda getting used to. he doesn't hate it, but it still catches him off guard since he doesn't?? really know??? what to do????

- kinda just coos affectionately into your chest and holds you there for a second before placing a kiss (or like the closest he can get to one with those tusks and lack of lips) on whatever exposed area of skin is the closest but he gets an A for effort

- 9/10 doesn't know what to do but still enthusiastic!!

ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪𝕞𝕒𝕟:

- while he PREFERS hand kisses cause he's classy, he doesn't mind forehead kisses at all

- in fact, if he's taller than you they're really common for him to give!

- if you return them he's pleasantly surprised and can't help but get all soft because of it

- 11/10 not much else to say here just a wholesome man

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[ 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. :) ]

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athensgorgia · 4 years ago

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Jealous Gojo x female reader

Summary: Gojo is running all your dates with potential partners. He just doesn't know why yet.

Warnings: Mature language and suggestive themes

Gojo was sitting next to you. Why the fuck was he sitting next to you. For the first time in your life you had a date and Gojo decided to tag along. "Get the fuck out of here before my date gets here or so help me god I will kill you!" you seethed. Gojo payed your threats no mind flagging down a waiter "I want whatever cake you have. What about you y/n-chan?" he asks nonchalantly. "I want you to leave." you say in an exasperated tone.

"Now, now y/n-chan. We can't have that now can we? What if he's a total wierdo?" Gojo insists. "You're the one who is being wierd! I didn't even tell you I was on a date! How did you even know!?" you cried. "Well when something is really important I make it my business to know what is going on. Especially when it comes to my little y/n-chan." Gojo explains ruffling your done up hair afterwards. "Ugh, I'm not a little kid anymore you have to start letting me go." you sigh.

You think you've finally gotten through to Gojo. He turns to you and sighs. "That lipstick is so not your color." Gojo scoffs. Gojo then takes his hand and starts forcibly rubbing his thumb on your lips to remove the makeup. You Immediately start trying to slap his hand away, but him being the strongest it was no use.

Right then your date walks in and finds you and Gojo. Gojo's hands still resting on your face smearing lipstick everywhere. You instantly muster all your strength and shove Gojo off of you. "Hiro, hi it's good to see you!" you greet your date awkwardly. Hiro puts on a very confused face. "Hi, who is this y/n" Hiro asks. "He's nobody and he was just leaving." you insist and give Gojo a face that says 'beat it'.

Gojo cracks a sinister smile. "So Hiro, how much money do you make per year?" Gojo prods. You go to hit Gojo but your hands just bounce off of him. Hiro looks very nervous and stays silent. "I was just wondering what redeeming qualities you have since attractiveness clearly isn't one of them." Gojo prattles on. Hiro turns to you "Sorry I don't think this is going to work out." Hiro says not even waiting for an excuse and rushes out.

You place your head in your hands trying to recuperate from the fiasco that just unfolded. When you look at Gojo he's happily eating his cake not at all ashamed at what he had done. "Why would you do that? That's the first time anyone has ever even wanted to ask me out." you say too defeated to yell. "Oh it's definitely not the first time. This is just the first time I haven't assessed them beforehand." Gojo states casually continuing to munch on his cake.

"What!?" you gasp in disbelief. "Oh you know I've just been really busy so I couldn't get around to it this time." he shrugs. "Not that stupid the thing you said before!" you seethed. "I'm not just gonna let anyone date you. I have to make sure they're good enough for you. I have to do alot of research. It's very tiring you know. You should really thank me. The least you could do is pay for my cake." Gojo huffs mouth full of cake.

"Oh my god..." you whimper and run your hands through your hair. "It makes so much fucking sense." you cry. "Don't cry over that guy! He was as interesting as a piece of white bread." Gojo says with gusto trying to cheer you up. "FUCK YOU! I'M GOING TO DIE ALONE BECAUSE OF YOU!" you screech and then storm out.

"And that's why I need you to date her for me!" Gojo chimes. Nanami takes a deep breath "I'm not going along with this game of yours." he sighs. "Aw c'mon! She's a great girl. You won't find anyone better than her." Gojo pleads. "Find someone else it doesn't have to be me." Nanami deflects. "Yes it does Nanami! I can only let her date in good conscience if I know the person is good." Gojo insists. "Find someone else then there are tons of people better than me." Nanami states flatly.

"No Nanami you're perfect. You're young, handsome, responsible, make a decent living, and have a nice dick. I know because I peaked in the urinal." Gojo says proudly. Nanami was disgusted with Gojo's hidden knowledge and wanted to flee as fast as possible. "Fine one date." Nanami sighs already regretting his decision.

Gojo waited outside the door of your apartment and kept banging on the door. "Hi y/n! I know you're still mad at me but I have a piece offering!" Gojo announces. "Go away! I'm still mad at you!" you yell through the door. "I can make it up to you! I got you a date with the best guy I know!" Gojo promises. You open the door "What!? When!?" you ask very confused. "Right now. Go get ready!" Gojo urges you to hustle.

You get ready as fast as you can and bolt out the door with Gojo. The walk there was stressing you out. You had no idea what kind of person Gojo set you up with all Gojo sad was 'the blond one with glasses'. On your way there Gojo walked arm in arm with you making sure you didn't trip in your heels and assuring you looked great.

When you reached the front of the restaurant Gojo pushed you through the door and waved goodbye. You were nervous, very nervous as you scanned each table to find your blind date. Till you spotted a serious looking man matching Gojo's description. You walked over and introduced yourself "Hello I'm y/n l/n. I think Gojo Satoru set us up together." you said. The man stood up from his seat and held his hand out for you to shake it. "I'm Nanami Kento." He says formally as you shake his hand.

"Have you been waiting long?" you ask genuinely concerned about how long Gojo made Nanami wait. "I've been waiting two hours, but I know that's not your fault." Nanami replies coolly. "I'm sorry he's always been like that. He must have also dragged you here for a date." you apologize. "No worries. Your a pretty and polite young woman. I'm glad he's found someone like you." Nanami says and flashes the ghost of a smile.

"What do you mean?" you ask not quite sure what Nanami was referring to. "Gojo's always going on and on about you. I'm not even sure he realizes how in love with you he is." Nanami chuckles. "No, he doesn't like me like that. He's got pretty much all of Japan to choose from if he even wanted a partner." you say trying to shut Nanami down. "That's precisely why he likes you. He's just a regular man to you. You don't care if he's rich or handsome or strong. With you he can be whatever he wants. I bet you've even gotten him to share sweets with you." Nanami explains.

"No. That can't be." you say more to yourself than to Nanami. "Yes it is. He's an extremely busy man but he makes time to spend with you. Who do you think is always covering for him?" Nanami sighs hoping you'd understand by now. Nanami looks at his watch "Any moment now he's going to realize his feelings and storm in like the man child he is. Don't say anything one he walks in just go with it." Nanami says and as if on que Gojo walks in.

"Date's over Nanami. I've decided she can do better." Gojo says as he stomps over to your table. "Why, I really like her. I'm even considering marrying her one day." Nanami bluffs. "No, you're not right for her." Gojo hisses and pulls you out of your chair. Nanami stands up "Then who is?" Nanami prods trying to get Gojo to admit it. "I am! She's mine!" Gojo yells and holds you close to his chest causing an even bigger scene in the restaurant.

Gojo processes what he just said and carries you out of the restaurant. Suddenly Gojo teleports you somewhere and when you look around you recognize that this is Gojo's appartment. Gojo says nothing and just continues walking in the direction of his bedroom. "Gojo slow down! Where are we going!?" you protest. Gojo doesn't answer and continues walking to his bedroom's adjoining bathroom. He sets you down on the counter.

"Take your makeup off." Gojo demands. "What? Why?" you ask desperate for answers. Gojo doesn't answer he just grabs a wet towel and starts scrubbing your face. "Ow that hurts!" you protest, but Gojo continues scrubbing your face too hard. After your makeup is off Gojo smiles and drags you over to his bed. He pushes you down and straddles your waist.

"What are you doing!?" you scream. "Oh c'mon y/n isn't it obvious or do I have to tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you?" Gojo whispers in your ear. "No!" you yell as you push him off of you with all your strength. Gojo falls and lands on his butt looking utterly confused. You gather yourself and begin leaving. Gojo grabbed your arm to stop you "Wait... please." he said hesitantly. "Why should I you just tried to fuck me like some whore?" you hissed.

Gojo stayed silent gathering what he was about to say "Isn't that just how I make you mine?" he questions. "No that might work on some people but that's not how you make me yours." you state. Gojo gives you a dumb stare. He was utterly shocked. No one had ever not wanted to sleep with him, and if he couldn't win you over with his body then his personality sure wasn't going to win you over. Gojo broke into a cold sweat he wanted you like no one he had ever wanted before and for once in his life what he desired was out of his reach.

He wracked his brain for something people usually wanted from him. "I know! You're like Mie Mie! I'll just give you money! How much do you want?" Gojo asks cheerfully but he was not joking this time he was dead serious. You looked at him appalled and continued walking out. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" he pleaded desperately. You only stopped when he got down on his knees in front of you "Please! Just tell me how I get you to love me!" he begged.

You had to admit you liked seeing Gojo beg for you, but now was not the time for that. You tilted his chin so he was lookingup at you "You promise you love me?" you smiled. Gojo nodded his head frantically. "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow at six?" you winked and left. Leaving an awestruck Gojo in your wake.

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lilac-den · 3 years ago

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Who would you ship your RO's with from other WIPs?

Oooh...This is actually hard for me to answer 🤣

Zeus: Nathaniel/Natalie Sewell by @seraphinitegames. N has a pretty good understanding of people and Zeus would learn a bit more on proper social responses? The only issue would be on the moral code, where N probably has difficulty making the hard decisions while Zeus is prepared for it.

There's also E from @leo-interactive-fiction...But unlike most of us, Zeus would be too oblivious about romance to be torn up about the slow burn. :'D These two would take decades just to have their first kiss. But their route would be more meaningful, perhaps? 'Cause I can see Zeus being this protective, stoic partner to E's kinder, sweeter approach to things (Not to mention Zeus would kill E a lot faster with a lot of heart-pounding incidents, like carrying bridal style or commenting on how E has a good figure for their activity [combat/training, u pervs]).

Hermes: Yusuha/Yurui from @mage-parivir. They're flirty, kind and easygoing...but still part of the sinister organization?

I kinda imagine that Hermes still keeps a distance, but Yu just keeps interacting with them and Hermes would find it hard to say no. So while there's that line they shouldn't cross, it might ultimately end up being stepped over if romance progresses.

Plus - Imagine all the sweet, nagging patch-ups Yu will receive when Hermes is tending to their wounds or the fact this medic can kick ass.

Though, I do have this funny thought of Hermes being paired with Rook from @michaelbearmaxwell's Breach: The Archangel Job. Like - can you imagine Rook just woo the shit out of Hermes and Hermes is just going sus over how a person can be this affectionate/attentive/annoying to someone?

Of course, once it's realized that Rook is genuinely interested in them, Hermes would probably ease back a bit and be more receptive to him.

Dionysus: They would die (happily) in a M+D poly from @intimidatingpuffinstudios's The Soul Stone War. Just two assertive partners - one a flirty, cheeky gal and the other a hot, grumpy bee? Dionysus is just gonna be that one shy bean in the middle, turning hot and embarrassed from so much affection and attentiveness. (Not to mention that Dionysus is friendly and always looking out for the well-being of others.)

There's also the E+D poly and the M+S poly from the same game XD but I think in the E+D, Dionysus would try to invite Daelynn in bringing Eledwen through town in order to have her experience the joys she may have missed out on. If Eledwen wants to stay behind, Dionysus would bring something back for her and pull one out for Daelynn as a surprise?

In the M+S poly tho, Dionysus is that little squirrel who tries to collect interesting things - maybe what kind of colors the men like, or what sort of hobbies they enjoy. They're probably so invested over the collected information that Dionysus might be unaware of how obvious they are with their affection...

Ares: Hrmm......Rylan Villanueva by @evertidings. It'd be a cute dynamic, ngl - Just this tall, muscular agent letting this cheeky little bastard into his apartment through the window instead of using the spare key before Ares casually asks him if he's hungry.

Of course, given how bad of a cook Ares is, it's probably a(n unknowing) subduing method for them.

I would say more reasons to ship these two, but I feel that's spoiler territory ;u; hahaha...

Dolos: Dolos...That's a hard order, to be honest.

Because they're a bit complex for me, what they look for in a partner? Or who would mesh well...I think I'mma leave Dolos on the 'Unknown' side of things.

#silverking #ROasks #WiP shipping

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smutty-ki113r · 3 years ago

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🎠Laughing Jack🎠|| Carousel

Fluff one-shot x gn!reader— only warning is angst (2.6k)

Inspired by: Melanie Martinez

After months of endless nagging you finally convinced Laughing Jack to let you visit his amusement park. He had claimed it was too scary and you would get creeped out but you weren’t one to take no for an answer.

Giving you a piece of candy so the trans-dementional trip wouldn’t be too hard on you. Tasting the sour lemon taffy he gave you and making a tense face as the flavor pulled at your taste buds and stuck to your teeth.

Your head getting dizzy as your surroundings warped and his room became red and white vertical stripes. Blinking a couple times as he leaned into your face, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine!” You told him, almost falling back at how close he was. As soon as your perception adjusted you looked for the exit to the tent you were inside. “Onward!” You said excited, marching comedically to the entrance flap.

“This isn’t exactly the safest place”, he called from behind, catching up with ease because his legs were so long. “You need to stay close to me at all times” you smiled at him, it’s not like you were complaining, “got that?”

Giving him a keen nod you stepped out of the grand tent. Squinting at the sky, which was tainted a dusty gray, swirly clouds amber of scattered around in the background. The carnival was beautifully revolting, with littered attractions as far as the eye could see.

The place looked somewhat abandoned, if you get past the faint cries of children, from their souls stored in toys. Rides that once colored a vibrant red had paint chipped, specks of dull metal flaked over the bars.

Game stands broken down and leaning unsteadily, disturbing toys with eyes and limbs missing hanging from the top. It looked like it might fall down at any minute, but you couldn’t help but notice the newer looking boxes of supplies lying around next to the stands.

Fairy lights hung from the tilted signs, decorating the food court. A fresh trail had been made between the rides.

It warmed your heart that he had made subtle efforts to fix the place up, he certainly didn’t think you would notice.

Looking back at his nervous smile, Jack was terrified you would hate the place. You thought all but the opposite, giving him a big grin. Your expression relaxed him, assuring him that you wouldn’t think he was a freak and leave. His whole demeanor shifting, making him more comfortable and even enthusiastic.

Straightening out and giving you jazz hands, “what are you waiting for?” putting one hand on his hip to motion you to the park with the other “lets go have fun!”

Following behind you with a giggle as you approached the carnival games. The ring toss looking somewhat appealing in between the other activities, so you told him you wanted to play.

“Basically you get 5 rings, if you get at least 3 in the pins you win a prize” he explained.

“Alright alright lemme try” you waved him off, snatching the rings and giving one a toss. It missed, you brushed it off. The second one made it in and Jack gave a little cheer, it still wasn’t enough.

Hyperfocusing on the pin in the middle make a soft throw upward, the edge hitting the top of the pin and falling to the side. You gave a groan, calculating your last two throws.

Your forth throw made the pin to the side, and you only had one more try left. Aiming for another pin at the side to release, the ring clanging against it and falling to the floor.

You went to look at Jack with a frown but he wore a happy expression, “you won!” He exclaimed. Confused you turned back, finding the ring you had just tossed around the last pin. You were completely certain you had missed it, racking your mind for an explanation as jack handed you a small purple bunny that was missing an arm.

Realizing that Jack had manipulating the game so you could win, throwing him a knowing glance. He just happened to be looking away, whistling guiltily.

Squeezing the bunny you moved onto the next game, it was ballon dart toss. The stand had pale red and black balloons scattered across a board. Excitement was written all over his face, you cocked an eyebrow in question.

“It’s a two person game!” He said, “whoever pops more balloons wins!”

He handed you four darts and kept four for himself, “you can go first” he motioned with a grin. Pacing the dart in two fingers a couple times before throwing at a balloon. Giving a groan when you missed and waiting for him to go.

Being as skilled as he was he managed to land one in a bullseye. “Oh it’s on” you dared, getting one point yourself. LJ got the second one too, staring at you intensely as you evened out the score.

Giving him a small smile as the dart broke the surface of the balloon with a sharp noise “pop goes the weasel right?” You laughed, referring to his famous song.

He looked at you almost in shock, taken aback by your joke. Shaking himself into reality he broke out in a light blush, a part of him touched, as if you were accepting him for who he was.

Too distracted by your eyes on him to play the game with concentration. Missing the third one with a growl he waited for you to take your turn, which you lost. It was the last point and Jack was a shoe in, so obviously he took the victory.

You were happy for him, passing along a “good job!” as he retrieved the big brown teddy bear that was half his size, and all of yours. It was missing an eye, thin stands of makeshift fur pulled out and a silky red bow around it’s neck.

��Here” he said, dangling it in front of you.

“For me?” You asked, “but you won”, trying to look up at him but the bear blocked most of your view, only letting you see above his nose.

“Just take it” he practically pushed it into you, making you blow out an oof.

Holding it to the side at the torso with one hand you broke out in a grin “thank you for the plushie” you said, hugging him from the side and squeezing his torso “but I want you to be my teddy” you laughed. He looked incredibly flustered, frozen as you broke away.

“You’re big and tall” you tippy toed up to give his shoulder pad feathers a ruffle “and fluffy”

The man looked like he was about to faint so you decided to knock it off, laughing and telling him you wanted to go on the carousel next. Quickly, LJ happily led you too it, skipping in front of you (mostly to hide his blush).

Standing at the controls to cue a round, watching you walk around to find a pretty horse. Given, all of them had dark spots and chipped paint, but they worked all the same. Leaving the bear on another horse and climbing onto a white one that had a yellow saddle, intricate lacy designs patterned on the sides. Royal blue reigns across it’s chest and a lion on a crest.

It was beautiful, and you traced your fingers on the drawing. It must have been stunning, but the weathering of time and agony had gotten to it. A painful reminder of what was, a mere reflection of the chipping away of a joyful being.

Prying away from your thoughts as you felt the vibrations of Jack stepping onto the walkway- with one of his big smiles. Even after everything, he still wore a smile. It made you want to tear up, he really needed all the love he could get.

He was too tall to get on a horse, so he just stood by you. His big hand gracing the golden pole and holding on, watching as you peeked up at him. Even though his eyes were constantly bright he displayed something…deeper. It was a sort of shine, a sparkle if you will, luminosity glazed over in such a way that one can only get lost in its vastness.

The looped music in the background was secondary as you rose up and down with the horse, giving Jack a little smile and thanking him for bringing you here. “I’m having a lot of fun with you” you noted.

“Well of course you are! It’s a carnival” he said with joy.

“No I mean with you” you clarified “you’re pretty great Jack”. This time he didn’t avoid your gaze, his mouth open slightly, not knowing how to react to the sincerity of the compliment.

The ride slowly came to a stop, and you were feeling slightly tingly. Maybe it was the air, or the loss of focus. “How about a roller coaster?” You dared, to which he gave a tense face.

“Those are pretty broken, you’ll probably die riding one and that’s not what we want” he said, stepping off the carousel. “How about some cotton candy instead?”

You nodded your head vigorously, following him in the pursuit for the fairy floss, the bear falling behind forgotten. Passing by more unused rides that had long past rusted and a house of mirrors to get to the food court.

Jack humming happily as he dipped a paper cone into the bowl of revolving fibers of sugar. Whipping up a swirly pink and blue cotton candy and handing it to you with a proud smile.

He went to make another treat until you spoke, “I’m not that hungry so we can share” you proposed. “If you want”

“Are you sure?” He asked, concerned that you didn’t have much appetite. “Do you want some candy or maybe a funnel cake?”

You shook him off, taking a bite out of the cloud-like dessert. It was absolutely delicious, honeyed and saccharine on your tongue in a blend of flavor you had never tasted had before.

Soft as it disintegrated onto your mouth, leaving behind a remanence of something too sweet. Bringing it up to Jack, who was so tall you had to extend your arm fully to get it to his mouth.

He simply laughed at your struggle, taking a bite before giving you a thin smile and taking it from your hand. Sitting down at a bench so that you could both share comfortably.

By the time the candy had finished you noticed little bits of the silky texture stuck on his nose. Painfully stifling a laugh you turned away.

“What’s so funny?” He asked with a genuine smile.

When you didn’t answer his tone changed, “what’s so funny huh?” he sounded a bit angered.

Hiccuping through your laughter you faced him, leaning in real close to his face, enough so that you could feel the heat emanating from it; taking a bite of the pink woven candy on his nose and holding it in your teeth.

His face went red at the sight, embarrassed that he had cotton candy on his nose. Well, that and for a moment he thought you were going to kiss him.

Noticing your hands were all sticky you asked him if there was a sink somewhere. After both of you washed your hands you sat back down at the bench.

The sky was going dark, the poofs of dusty cloud fading in with the night but still managing to remain visible. You heard a whirr as Jack turned on all the rides at the carnival, lighting the whole thing up.

You sat in awe, a mere spectator in the empty yet live amusement park. Admiring the music that added to the ambiance, watching Jack approach you.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asked, but there was something…off. LJ seemed nervous as you got up and walked next to him.

He had been thinking about it for a while now, probably even before he brought you to the carnival. Even though he had washed the gooey candy from his hands they were still sticky, but it was from sweat. Giving you side glances as you paced the trail with him.

Debating to himself whether or not he should do it, if you would hate him for it. Telling himself that he would regret it if he didn’t, but thinking about the potential negative reactions you could give.

Passing the carousel once again as you noticed the usually loud and happy clown was silent, lost in thought as he stared into the distance, his lips forming a tensing line.

Wondering if he was ok, but brining up the topic might make him uneasy. Perhaps you being there at his haunted amusement park was ticking him off, or if you taking that cotton floss off his nose was too much, or if you were pushing your luck, or worse what if you triggered hi-

All thoughts faded from your mind the moment you felt a slow, shaky hand grasp onto yours. You had to look to where he held you because he was so gentile you thought it was the wind. Holding onto you softly enough that it felt like a feather, somehow still creating a little pocket of warmth between you.

A glowing thump of heat pulsing inside your chest, happiness digging into your cells and giving you the confidence to squeeze his hand.

He let out a sharp inhale at the feel, still avoiding your gaze as he relaxed into your touch. Not daring to move his hand too much or he might risk ruining the moment, afraid of hurting you with his claws.

Approaching the Ferris wheel he finally spoke, “this is probably the one ride that won’t break”, not a peep about holding you. “Do you want to go on?”

You finally caught his gaze, absolutely melting at the smile in his eyes. Responding with a ‘yes’ and letting him open the door for you. Sustaining his grip with you as he helped you on, not letting go even after you sat.

The cart wasn’t exactly small, but with a guy the size of Jack it was pretty compacted. It’s not like you minded, the lack of space gave you an excuse to bunch up alongside him. The feathers from his pads tickling your face as you rested on him.

Watching the view as the cart took you higher and higher, it was perfect. The evening set in the rich obscurity of the night, lights of the festival blinking as if they had a life of their own. The bulbs on the stands making z’s as they illuminated the red and white drapes of the far off tents.

Jack held your hand with such care and caress, you gave him a reassuring press to let him know it was ok. He was so enveloped with the passionate act that he squeezed as well. Letting you feel all the dips and curves of his hand. Clutching onto you, as if you might disappear too.

Facing him to cup his cheek with your free hand, caressing him and tucking a stand of hair behind his ear. Trailing your thumb across his skin and feeling him lean into your touch, swearing that between the lines on the pad of your finger there was a tear that you had wiped away.

Getting lost in the breaths you shared as you inched closer to his lips, giving him a second of warmth longer to prove that you weren’t going anywhere.

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