Cheating is a sore subject for me in real life but in fiction? As long as I see some type of get-back I will be satisfied. And not even something brutal, but I do think that moving on and finding peace from the hurt they inflicted on you is the best revenge cause it’s essentially saying “you haven’t crossed my mind for a while”, especially why it comes to someone like Gojo who has a massive ego. With the cheater stsg idea, the logical part of me is saying that reader should move on to a good man like Nanami, but the toxic part of me is also thinking Sakuna; would Sakuna treat you right? Probably not, unless he sees you as someone worth keeping around. I say toxic cause this guy is a show off and he would very much rub into stsg faces of what they lost. (I actually do believe that if he likes you, enough to talk casually with you, the banter with Sakuna would be kinda fun, since you don’t have the looming threat of getting beat up. It’s not for the weak tho he’s still gonna mean but readers just gonna take it with a grain of salt. Kinda like a tough love situation).
(i hope you're doing well now:()
You know who'd treat you right after satosugu being pieces of shit? Shoko.
Maybe she'd been there since the beginning. Right when you met Suguru. She was interested in you too, but Suguru made the first move. Which was fine with her. You're a good person. Suguru deserves someone like that after the whole 'will they won't they' he had with Satoru. But you're so sweet, and nice, and Shoko keeps falling deeper and deeper. She knows its wrong to be in love with her friend's girlfriend but, she can't help herself.
It's why she says nothing when Suguru and Satoru start getting more touchy, when she catches them exchanging looks they only had back in highschool. Shoko knows she should pull Suguru aside, tell him to stop before he loses everything because you were someone worth keeping forever. And yet, she doesn't. She pretends to be willfully ignorant. The guilt eats her alive to this day.
You find out eventually. Breaking up with Suguru is inevitable and now Shoko's finding out that Satoru and Suguru had a plan for bringing all three of you together. Pathetic. She knows you only have room for one person in your heart.
Would it be so bad if that person was her? She thinks as she lets you cry on her shoulder, brushing your tears away, hoping you don't notice the way her eyes lingers on your lips.
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Rainy Christmas Eve - The toymaker x fem!reader
(Merry Christmas Eve (I'm so ready for Ncuti's first ep)
The deep red building stared at you from across the road. It illuminated the foggy street around you. The rain cut into your skin under the cheap umbrella you kept in your bag for moments like this. The toy-filled windows watched as you walked up to the door. Their heads seemed to turn as you approached. Teeth catering as the bell signalled your arrival.
Inside, the shop was filled with toys and games. A row of perfect marionette puppets stared, glassy eyed at you as you walked towards the wooden counter. A dripping trail of water left a mark of your presence.
A grey haired man leant over a broken doll. His hands worked quietly to fix the young porcelain child on his desk. As you took a step closer his head snapped up, his dark eyes piercing through you.
“Oh! Ein new customer, terrible wetter für Weihnachten eve, ja?��
His distorted German accent cut through the hum of toys. His speech jumped between English and German, all you could do was nod in agreement as he continued to speak and become more animated.
“What brings schöne Dame to mein store, maybe eine puppe oder bear for the little kinder oder train going rund und rund und rund?”
You stared at him, mesmerised as he spoke and moved. His hands lead the conversation more than his speech. The toymaker looked down at you with a grin and sneaky wink. Your coat still dripping onto the worn carpet.
“My sister chose to tell me she was pregnant a week ago, I haven't had much time to get her anything for the new baby,” you explained.
The toymaker's face lit up at the mention of a child. “Ein baby! Are du thinking von einem little Teddybär or blocks? Es gibt viel choice. Here, ich will helfen you.”
He guided you over to the right side of his counter where a small christmas tree sat undecorated. A wide eyed teddy bear sat with his head resting against the tree. His fur was brown and felt soft to the touch as your hand combed through. Beside it was a smaller blue bear. Its ocean blue skin and shorter fur made the body feel squishier. You gently felt both.
“I like the blue,” you muttered mostly to yourself but the toymaker interrupted quickly after.
“Ah, ja, the Blauer bär. ich machte her myself, beautiful fur, ja?”
He picked up the bear, showing it off to you. A red ribbon wrapped around its neck and held together with a tight bow. The toymaker smiled and winked again.
“Sie will be perfekt for your neffe or nichte.”
“Yes, I think she will.” you smiled back out of politeness, the toymaker already starting to wrap up the little bear in paper.
“Das wetter is zu bad for you, kommen, stay bis clear.” he placed the wrapped bear onto the desk. Its soft head poked out of the top, making it seem like the teddy had been wrapped up in a blanket.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother. I mean you must be preparing for christmas.”
“Nothing das kippen wait.” his voice suddenly changed. His broken German became smooth English and his accent disappeared.
“let's play a game.”
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