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literaila · 8 months ago

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gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: you and satoru take the kids to the fair

warnings: satoru is overstimulated (argue with the wall), and fluff

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year two.

satoru doesn’t really like crowds.

this is nothing new. when he was a kid, it was usually just him. a teacher or two, a nursemaid to make sure he didn't run away or break anything.

he grew used to being the most important thing, the only important person in a twenty-mile vicinity.

he got used to being alone.

and now, satoru enjoys going out and buying things, but only on weekdays, early in the morning or late at night—when it’s empty enough to see just the barest of things and pay complete attention to what he’s doing.

he likes going out with you—and the children, when they’re behaving—but only when his sole worry is about one of you wandering off.

he doesn’t enjoy watching over all of you. thinking about all of the people around you, seeing them, and wondering if he needs to step in the way.

he hates it when he runs into person after person, trying still to be polite—like you beg him to—not wanting to say that it’s all too much. that he could go insane with just the pure force of all of those people. their involuntary attacks.

it's just loud with so many people. even with his brain actively repairing itself at any given moment, it’s an overwhelming feeling—to see

everything that’s going on around him. to know exactly how everyone's feeling at every second, and try to defend himself--and all of you--from them.

he recalls something someone said once about strength having drawbacks…

but, today, he thinks, today he’ll deal with it.

it's safe to say that satoru isn't used to this many people in one place--standing in line for everything or maneuvering his way through a crowd.

but it's fine.

especially when you’ve got that grin on your face—that half-serious, half-delirious look. the kind of look that would be enough to rip his heart out, if he'd let it.

satoru doesn’t get to see that very often, anymore.

and even before it was only in the middle of the night. when he would drag you around when you were both supposed to be sleeping, sneaking off campus and getting you into trouble. when the two of you would giggle breathlessly in the dark, completely alone, pretending to be just kids.

when he might imagine a future that wasn't just jujutsu, but something more.

that look on your face might be his favorite thing.

“what should we do first?” you ask tsumiki—who is looking in awe at all of the bright colors and flashing lights—and megumi, who’s trying to pretend like he’s not clinging to your side.

every couple of seconds the four of you move to the side, trying to avoid all of the other people.

satoru is particular about the way he leads all of you, trying not to wince every time someone shouts something. he ducks around one person and steps to the side for another.

you don't seem to mind, so satoru pretends he doesn't.

“ferris wheel!” tsumiki says, looking up above her. it's in front of all of you, much bigger than satoru expected from pictures. how a giant circle that spins round and round is fun, he's not sure.

he frowns. “can’t we get something to eat? i think they have taiyaki.”

“i wasn’t asking you,” you tell satoru, rolling your eyes like you’ve been doing since he made fun of you for jumping out of the car.

it really was cute, though.

he leans his chin on your shoulder easily, walking alongside you. tsumiki’s hand is in one of his, and megumi is basically attached to your leg, hands curled around your pants. “good thing i answered anyway.”

cue another eye roll and you looking to megumi. “you okay with the ferris wheel?”

“yeah,” he mutters, frowning when someone else brushes against him.

but even satoru saw the way he lit up at the first sight of the fair, all of the rides and games. even though he might act like a single, depressed, middle-aged man—he’s just a boy.

and satoru imagines this is supposed to be fun. if he was seven he would've run away already, trying to hide from whoever was supposed to watch him that day. he probably would've gotten lost and then stolen some candy from one of the many different stands.

but he would've liked it, he's sure. even if it is loud.

satoru grins, looking at the boy. “are you sure?” he teases. “not going to get scared?”

megumi glares. “why would i be scared?”

“satoru, don’t be mean.”

“what?” he asks you, ignoring the way you and megumi share a look. “i’m just asking. you know how he gets around heights.”

“im not five,” megumi tells him, scoffing.

satoru tries not to snort.

“leave him alone," you say, shaking your head at him, though satoru watches you refrain a smile. "i can sit with him if he doesn’t want to go. okay, megs?”

tsumiki pouts at that idea, though satoru knows she won’t argue. and neither will you, even though satoru's pretty sure that you're dying to be on that spinning thing.

megumi, obviously noticing this, bucks his chin. “no. i’ll go.”

“ooo, bravery,” satoru sidesteps your push, “that’s a good lesson for you.”

“don't tease him."

“are you scared?” megumi asks.

satoru laughs. “please.”

you grin, setting your free hand on his shoulder--an attack on his skin disguised as a comforting gesture--looking at him with a mock pout. “aw, satoru. it’s okay. if you want to stay behind, i’m sure megumi wouldn’t mind waiting with you…”

megumi smirks. “yeah. i’ll wait.”

tsumiki looks up at him with wide eyes. “it’s okay to be afraid, gojo. we don’t have to go.”

he knocks your arm away and lets go of tsumiki’s hand—though making sure to search around him at all times for her presence, like he’s learned to do (he's lost them far too many times in the house to do anything different). he crosses his arms. “you guys are so uncivilized.”

you all laugh, but that's the end of the discussion.

ferris wheel it is.

while you're waiting in line you tell satoru that it's prettier at night, when you get to the top and can look down at all of the lights. satoru nods along, feeling grateful that it's not night and he doesn't have to experience that. but he grins at you all the while, pretending to be interested in whatever memories you tell him about.

he'd listen to you talk about the components of dirt, probably (while complaining the entire time, of course).

and megumi is forced to sit next to satoru when you all get on the ride, you laughing at something he says next to tsumiki, the two of you watching as the ride begins to go up.

satoru pretends not to notice the way megumi moves closer to him as they get higher and higher. the way he leans into his side, closer than he'd usually get.

and he pretends not to notice all of the people.

it’ll be fine, he’s sure. it's not that bad, anyway. it’s only one day.

you’re pouting when he steps up to the bar, handing the attendant a ticket that he purchased for way too much money.

satoru stands behind you and watches you fail miserably at the ring toss four times before he steps in. honestly, it was a bit sad.

“it’s okay,” satoru tells you, wanting to squeeze your precious face. “i’ll get you the teddy bear.”

you cross your arms. “it’s not for me, it’s for the kids.”

“well, i’ll win them it.”

you frown even deeper, looking away from him.

tsumiki and megumi are leaning over the railing behind you, both of them watching eagerly. though, tsumiki gives satoru a “good luck!” and megumi only stares.

whatever. when he wins the boy his own bear—probably the one with the hearts all over it, just to mess with him—he’ll get a smile.

or megumi will side with you like always and throw away his bear in the nearest trash can. satoru doesn't really care, as long as he gets to laugh in your face after he wins.

satoru throws his first ring—which obviously goes directly on the bottle—and you mutter something like “show off," behind him.

he smirks at you and throws another.

after five rings, satoru naturally not missing one, you’re almost slack-jawed.

and then he does it again (because he can’t get one bear for both children) and you’re furious.

“how did you do that?” you demand, as the attendant hands satoru both the bears—a pink, glittery one that satoru will probably steal for tsumiki. “these games are supposed to be rigged.”

“then why are we playing them?” satoru asks, still grinning as he hands both of the kids the bears he’s just won them. his eyes don't leave yours for a moment.

tsumiki squeals, happily, naming her bear clementine and patting its head. megumi only stares at his.

“because—“ you say, pausing. your face is scrunched up. “well, i thought i could win.”

“what did we learn today, children?” satoru asks, rhetorically.

“that you’re a show-off,” you say, without hesitation.

“and you’re a sore loser.”

you scoff. “okay, satoru. we’ll see who’s talking the next time you lose at go fish.”

“you guys were cheating.”

“were not,” megumi says, frowning at both of you. tsumiki is too wrapped up in her new prize to pay any attention.

“were too.”

“please go find a new family,” you deadpan to satoru, looking around. “oh, look, there’s a couple of birds by that game. perfect for you.”

“if i’m living with any woodland creature,” he tells you, “it’s the squirrels. they are a proper society.”

“‘woodland creature?’” you mock, shaking your head. “did you hit your head on your ego by accident?”

satoru only grins at that, and the way you look back at the ring toss, still frowning.

your attitude today is very interesting to him.

you might as well be one of the kids, floating around the fair, wanting to try everything. he’s watched you refrain yourself from bouncing on your heels several times already.

it’s… nice, satoru thinks. you’re always so pretty, but especially with your dazed grin on. especially standing in the sun, eyes darting from place to place.

your entire presence is a blow to his core. a direct attack on his heart and his fragile stability.

especially when you’re trying to rile up tsumiki and megumi, double-checking to make sure that they’re having as much fun as you. shoving them into game after game and practically forcing them to have fun.

satoru hasn't seen you like this ever. and he's also never been to the fair, so it's a strange day.

and when the four of you begin to walk around again, you don’t push satoru away, not to glare at him, or ask him what game to play next. you just idle beside him, eyes sparkling in the light.

and he ignores it when megumi asks if you can really find him a new family or not.

satoru and tsumiki are looking for you and megumi—even though you’re well over sixty feet in the air.

“is that them?” tsumiki asks, pointing at a blob in the sky.

satoru looks up, wincing at the sun, seeing nothing but specks in the air. and clouds. it's a nice day outside, not too warm, not too cold.

and satoru might be going a bit delusional. he's been outside for two hours, which is an hour longer than he prefers.

“yeah, i think i see megumi’s frown. huh.”

ten minutes ago, you left the two of them there to go on the rollercoaster, after several minutes of debate about what you should do.

tsumiki, like satoru, didn't love the idea of being whipped around in the air at a million miles per hour. not that satoru was scared--of course not--it's just that his hair is so delicate, and he'd have to take his glasses off.

tsumiki, though, was scared, and you'd tried to move all of them along but satoru could tell how badly you wanted to go, and megumi kept looking up in interest, so he'd told you they would wait here.

there were several minutes of you making sure that they were going to be okay without you.

he obviously pushed you away and smiled as you walked away with megumi, a hand on his back as you rushed to get in line.

“do you think he’s scared?” tsumiki asks him, smiling happily, her legs swinging in the air.

“nah," satoru is sitting too close, definitely, but tsumiki doesn't seem to mind. her bangs blow a little with the wind and she pushes them out of her eyes. "probably just sitting there bored.” satoru does his best impression of megumi at any moment, crossing his arms and slouching down with a frown.

tsumiki giggles, imitating him (and megumi). “how long will it take?”

if satoru didn't know any better, he would say that she already misses you. even though you're not really that far away--just a hundred feet above them. if satoru was anybody else, he would realize that he already misses you too.

but he doesn't. he's good here, with all of the other people in the world. you're basically just a coworker to him (not).

he shrugs. “i don’t know. i’ve never been on a rollercoaster.”

“me either.”

he gives her a knowing look. “i don’t think we’re missing out on much.”

“megumi wanted to go," tsumiki says, like it makes a difference.

“megumi didn't argue when y/n wanted to go,” he corrects. because he doubts that the boy would've ever suggested it, had you not been there. “she likes stuff like that.”

tsumiki makes a face and satoru pinches her cheek. it leaves a red mark--that you'll surely comment on when you come back--and tsumiki scrunches her nose at him.

the two of them are almost alone in the crowd. sitting there together, both of them waiting for their other half. satoru really doesn't mind it, though, sitting with tsumiki.

she's a pleasant distraction from everyone else. and her happiness seems to leak into him, like a drug.

she reminds him of you in the best of ways. the secret specks of life he wouldn't be able to see in any other place. the same genuineness and consideration.

“have you been here before?” she asks, after a moment, tilting her head curiously as she looks up at him with big brown eyes.

“nope,” satoru looks around, adjusting his glasses. “i had better things to do when i was your age.”

“like what?”

“uh…" satoru doesn't even remember. "eat cereal?”

she giggles.

“i don’t know," he grins at her, "i lived in a big house and we didn’t leave much.”

“we live in a big house.”

“bigger.”

her eyes widen. “really?”

“yup. but our house is better.”

it's true enough, he thinks. it's less lonely with both of the kids around and you stopping by almost every day. more comforting. satoru doesn't feel like he's being pushed into anything when he gets home every day.

he nudges tsumiki, tickling her side a bit.

she giggles again, nodding. “the house megumi and i lived in before was smaller. we shared a room.”

satoru nods. he's been there, he thinks. he's seen the mess, the space, and all of the time it took to wreck it all.

well, if he's terrible at taking care of the kids, at least he can give them more than that. a house with two people to watch over them. dinner every night.

“i liked it, but i think megumi likes his own.” she tells him, “i like my room, too, though. especially with the poster you got me. and the pink sheets.”

“yeah, i have excellent taste.”

she smiles at him--because she's the nicest of all of you. then looks back into the sky. he looks up too, but he can't make you or megumi out any more than before. “how much longer?”

“i don’t know…” satoru looks down, back to all of the noise surrounding him. “wanna get some wata-ame?”

tsumiki’s eyes widen excitedly, and she nods.

satoru smiles at her mischievously, knowing that this is their only opportunity.

(if you were there, you would kick him for trying to make her more hyper than she already is).

“okay, let’s hurry before they’re done.”

and neither of them really mind sitting back and watching. satoru basks at her little hand in his, and the smile she wears when you and megumi finally return.

yeah, satoru doesn't have to think about it. he doesn't even need to try one out; he knows that this was better than any rollercoaster.

it's gotten a little bit louder, as the day goes on. just like satoru knew it would.

he tries to distract himself with your smile, with megumi's annoyance any time he says anything to the boy, or tsumiki's wide eyes taking in every new attraction. and it works, for the most part.

but there's that tapping on his eyes, like a signal that he needs to back away. every time someone walks too close, it gets a little bit harder.

not that he'll say anything though. he can't ruin your fun with his eyes.

now you and satoru are sitting on a bench, watching both megumi and tsumiki go by on the carousel. you wave at them every time, but satoru is looking up towards the sky, trying to ignore the poking at his eyes.

“hey,” you nudge him after he's spent a minute like that. “you okay?”

“hmm?”

you wait until satoru looks at you, gesturing your chin towards him. “do you have a headache?”

satoru stares at you, brows furrowing. you're not supposed to know anything, he thinks. he's kept this secret very close to his heart.

(if you ignore the wincing and frown he has every time someone wins a prize around him).

you laugh, maybe because he's withering. “we can go,” you tell him, a little too seriously. “i know this isn’t—“

satoru shakes his head immediately. “no. i’m fine.”

“if you’re getting overwhelmed…”

“i’m not. it’s okay,” he grins at you, trying not to feel all that affected by your concern. the last person to notice anything like his headaches, or silence was suguru. or, the only other person. “i just need a snack.”

“you just had a snack.”

“well, i need another one.”

you roll your eyes, looking back to the kids, tsumiki going around with her mouth open wide in excitement. “fine. after this, we can find something.”

satoru smiles pleased and rests his head on your shoulder. like a kitten. this lasts for a second before he wraps his arms around you, making sure that you have no possible escape.

your heart is only so loud, but if he tilts his head enough, he can hear it pounding. it's soft, a gentle distraction from the rest of it.

you glance down at him and then away. “are you having fun?”

“loads.”

you poke his side. “satoru.”

“what? it’s true!”

“you’re such a liar,” you say, leaning away from his embrace.

but satoru’s not going to allow that, so he adjusts his old, moving you so your legs are pressed directly against his. he ignores how warm you are, how soft.

but it's pleasant, like this. a bit of reprieve for his head, and an excuse to keep you close. satoru would've spent the whole day clinging to you if he didn't know it would raise suspicions. if he didn't know that you would look at him weirdly and megumi would make some outrageous comment about him--

“i like it,” he says, “it’s exciting.”

you don’t say anything.

“c’mon, don’t pout. you’re supposed to be happy. having fun,” he whispers, just like you've been saying to the kids all day.

you lean against him, eyes following the flashing lights. “i didn’t really think about how… much it is,” you bite your lip, “i’m sorry. we should've picked something else. something easier.”

“no, really,” satoru looks up at you, and your cautious eyes. you've got that furrow in your brows--the same one you get when tsumiki is frowning or megumi says something a bit morose. and, really, he would take this more seriously if you didn't look so cute. “it’s fine. you think i haven't had a headache before?" he asks, shaking his head. "this is nothing. plus, the kids are having fun."

you raise a brow at him. “megumi?”

“i mean… as much fun as he can have.”

“he’s going to lock himself in his room for the next six days. i won’t get to see him at all.”

“he’ll come out for dinner,” satoru reassures you, laughing when you frown.

you both sit there for a moment, leaning on each other. it’s a well-practiced routine, this sort of closeness. it's been written again and again through many years, a comfort that neither of you will recognize.

satoru listens to your heart closely, trying to ignore all of the other sounds and sights.

this isn't overwhelming, he thinks, it's just different. he's sure that he'll make it through a couple of more hours.

satoru clears his throat, after a moment, leaning back. “are you having fun?”

you look at him, eyes wide in anticipation, mouth already curling.

and yeah, you don’t really need to answer that. he already knows.

“what next?” you’re asking, for probably the sixtieth time today.

the kids are looking around, but their eyes are dreary. megumi is slow to blink, and tsumiki has lost that little glimmer in her smile.

but, satoru notes, you’re as awake as ever. looking around—missing the obvious exhaustion of the two of them. you're wired, stuck to this one indulgence--more of a kid than either of them.

he holds back a smile, letting tsumiki lean against his leg. she's slouching, moving at half of her normal pace.

“hey,” he says to you, gesturing his head down to her. you look at him curiously.

the two of you share a look, but your brows stay furrowed.

“we could—“ tsumiki yawns, pausing for a moment. then she blinks. “we could do that climbing thing—“ she yawns again. “over there.”

megumi looks where she’s pointing and doesn’t say anything. he doesn’t even look like he’s about to argue, even though he's been arguing about every decision for the last two hours. for his entire life.

both of them are cranky. like toddlers missing their afternoon naps.

and your eyes widen, devout attention suddenly on them. satoru can see it as the realization hits your face, looking between the two kids hurriedly.

then you look at satoru, panicking a little.

what do we do? you’re asking him, with just your expression.

you've got a guilty look on your face, and satoru knows that you're thinking about all of the things you've forced them into--the seven hours you've dragged all of them around.

he could tell you that he didn't mind a minute of it, but you'd just argue with him.

he grins at you, tapping tsumiki’s shoulder. then he fakes a yawn. “i don’t know... i’m pretty tired...” he says, trying to make his voice rough.

you look at him for a moment, then play along, a fake smile adorning your face. “aw, satoru. is it past your bedtime?”

“yes.”

you laugh, and rest your hand on top of megumi’s head “are you guys okay with going home now? we wouldn’t want satoru to miss out on his twelve hours.”

satoru rolls his eyes.

"you know how he gets," you add, to both of them, giving satoru a little grin--which he promptly tucks in his mind for safe-keeping.

“fine,” megumi says, tripping on his feet.

the two of them begin to walk blindly forward, not bothering to look for the exit. they are practically zombies at this point, completely out of it. satoru is quick to snatch the back of megumi's hoodie and the boy glares at him. he's got the other hand around tsumiki's arm, keeping her in place as she tries to escape.

satoru smirks back at the boy, and then he scoops tsumiki up, letting her climb across his back, in a makeshift piggyback. he taps her legs. “good?” he asks, but she only nods, not bothering to protest that she can walk, yawning again and then resting her head on his shoulder.

it takes you a moment, but megumi doesn’t complain when you pick him up as well—because he’s started swaying at this point—and he wraps his legs around your waist, settling into your hold with your arms around him.

his eyes close, and satoru feels a bit jealous for a single second. he looks so content.

if only he was small enough to fit in your arms like that.

satoru steps beside you, giving you a look. “you got him?”

“i went to the same school as you,” you remark and begin to walk towards the entrance. "and just so you know, this is your fault."

"how is it my fault? i was just following directions."

"and getting them both high on sugar."

satoru's lip twitches. "they were hungry."

you roll your eyes, but your shoulder still brushes his as you walk. satoru's feet hurt, but he doesn't say a thing.

it takes you both a minute to find it—the real maze is this entire thing—but eventually, you’re walking through the gates, trying to remember where you parked the car.

the two of you walk around, exchanging brief comments and secretive smiles. if anyone's high here, he thinks, watching you smile at him for the fifth time, it's you.

you're high on the adrenaline of nostalgia. the sort of memory that satoru knows he won't ever experience; not that he really minds living vicariously through you--he'd like to experience everything through your eyes.

still, he doesn't fail to smile back every time, a bit sick from the delight exuding from you.

as soon as you get to the car, the two of you quickly strap the kids in, satoru leaving a kiss on tsumiki's cheek as she clings to his shirt. it takes a moment, but he's gentle as he pries her hands away from him.

a moment later, as soon as he's sat in the passenger side, she's already snoring.

he laughs, smiling back at both of them adoringly. megumi is slumped to the side, sleeping as only an exhausted child can be, and he doesn't even notice when satoru reaches back to squeeze his leg affectionately.

you look at satoru helplessly.

"guess they didn't need a bedtime story," he says, shrugging. one of them murmurs something in their sleep and you grin at him again, starting the car.

he'll have to buy tickets again soon, satoru thinks, just so you'll just keep smiling at him like that.

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fillinforlater · 1 year ago

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Eleven to One: Scandalous Shooting

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 3140 words

Tags: quickie sex, semi-public sex, might get caught, sex toys, toy use in public, a tiny bit of feet kink/admiration, standing sex, from behind, hard sex, very wet, very close to squirting, very close to losing your career, megalomaniac!you

TW: semi-public sex, I guess lol

Inspiration: the GIF below. Pure sex.

Credt: @sooyadelicacies, my wonderful co-writer in this series. You can find more parts here!

(A/N: After almost three weeks, I'm finally back! Eleven to One is far from being over, view this as sort of an interlude with a big plot point and some nice, good fun with our hot af Ahn Yujin. Enjoy!)

“Excited for my new shoot? Yujin has sent a video.”

"Fuck you dumb bitch, suck it just like that."

Your cock was currently slamming the throat of a gagging Kim Chaewon for what could be between one minute and one hour, anything in between really, but either way, her salvation has just arrived. You pull out of her huffing and puffing mouth and with no further thought wasted on the training session, you prepare to leave.

"What? Where are you going asshole?" Chaewon shouts, baffled, furious, most importantly baffled when you instantly have your hands around her neck and glare down at her, petite and small, kneeling on the floor, one could almost mistake her for a good girl. Chaewon is not yet there though.

"My desire and cock is needed elsewhere. You're not a priority, only a cheap convenience. Yujin is demanding my attention, rather, I demand her body right now."

Chaewon's face further contorts to a scowl, as you expected. There is the spirit to fight, fight back, fight you, fight whoever opposes her. This spirit is slowly but surely bending to your will and the best part about it: Chaewon has no clue.

"I'm better than she is..."

Left to right, you cross her messed up face with your cock and scoff at how pitifully desperate her expression is. A little fingering with Minju, a quick blowjob, a facefuck, and she is already demanding you to stay; over your beloved girlfriend, mind you.

"Don't kid yourself, Chaewon." You get your hand in her hair, comb it then mess it up again. "You are so far behind, it's not even funny to compare yourself to her. Like I said: not a priority.

"Minmin, I need you to tie her up. Chaewon's been bad again."

"Yes Daddy!" Minju says naked before you, she is always in the next room, ready to adhere to your commands with glee and joy, even as she puts ropes around her friends ankles and wrists.

"Oh and Minju,” you add, pants not yet around your waist. “How about you suck me off and I'll blast it all over Chaewon's face before I leave. If you are fast, I’ll allow you to lick it off of her too."

Minju’s eyes brighten and she nods furiously. Soon she’ll nod on your cock.

It always fascinates you how easy it is to get into certain areas as long as you look determined and wear the appropriate attire. You dart into the building where Yujin currently still had her shooting for the 1000th magazine her stunning face will be featured on.

Is this an issue for you? No. Yujin is yours, ready to go the extra mile for you every single day. She accepts your craziest desires, the family of lustful friends around the two of you, hell, she risks her entire hard earned career and reputation for you. No reason to mistrust her or be envious because people get to see her face or shoulder or feet—

Okay, this is where you draw the line. Yujin just looks too good; her curvy, willing body on the drawer, hair done to tempting perfection, gaze full of sex and then she sticks her bare feet out. You have to stop it, though it's already on camera, they can’t have more of that.

Behind a group of staff members you come to a halt. Get on your toes and look over their heads to find Yujin, in talks with the director. You hear whispers about some reshoots, Yujin handles the small, direct criticisms like a professional. Of course your eyes also drop from her face to her hips, then even lower to her feet, which are currently hidden in two ugly slippers.

Blending in with the crowd, you make a mental note to speed up plans for your next merger, which is right around the corner, only some stupid, posh guys in suits hesitating, because they don’t want to lose face to Hyewon’s non-nonsense negotiation tactics. After this final chess move, there is no more sneaking around after that. It's a checkmate for any and every doubt. Nothing can stop your fantasies from coming true.

You wait for Yujin to notice you, but then grow impatient. Tapping on your pants pocket, you push a button and notice from a distance a twitch of pleasure on her face as she quickly scans the room to find you.

Perfect, she still has it on her. Whenever Yujin goes out, she has the option to take a small bullet vibrator from her purse and use it to relieve some stress or make a boring schedule more fun. The vibrator is connected with both your and her phone, so you can always test if she knows that you are nearby—and also have your way with her, of course.

Yujin’s libido is great enough for such a bold move and of course she has found you immediately, but instead of going straight towards you, she continues her duty. After all, the reshoots have to continue.

"This scene right here, on top of the drawer," the director says. Yujin gets into position, and thank God she kicks off the slippers.

You lick your lips a little before turning into a scowl. You push the button again, only this time on a higher setting. If you arrived, you were the top priority, not some wannabe director having his eyes look at the most sex-oozing woman to ever walk on this earth. Watching Yujin squirm, you decide to pull out your phone and make a call. The call.

"Hyewon, plans have changed. I want the merger motion to go forward right now. I'm done waiting."

"Yes, Master!"

You only had to wait as you watched Yujin continue to try and control herself under the power of the toy inside her. As the minutes and poses went on, it became harder for her to withstand the buzzing pleasure, though the constant background noise has everyone except you blissfully unaware of the vibrators presence. You have to admit, waiting is the thing you hate the most in this world, but with Yujin on the edge, in public, right before your eyes, it’s more than bearable.

"Miss Ahn, is everything okay?" the cameraman asks, worried and puzzled by Yujin's expressions and the increasing redness on her cheek.

"Hm? Oh yeah, I'm gu-ud. Should I try a different pose?"

"How about you put your legs up on it, like you did earlier?" the director suggests.

When it comes to poses, magazine shoots, and being in front of the camera in general, Yujin is a goddess in every aspect. Cute, thrilling, hot, seductive, cool, she can do it all—and today she decided to give the people what they want.

This tease cannot go unpunished. You continue to let the vibrator do its thing on a low setting to not elicit any unwanted moans and just wet her crotch more and more. It might not be noticeable on the black dress, but she is about to soak it, let her juices run down her legs and pool at her marvelous feet. You are insatiable, not even stopping when she looks at you with begging puppy eyes—

Yujin is at your mercy; only you can get her out of this.

A message from Hyewon lights up your phone. It is done, Master. Well spoken, she must have really pushed those otherwise tenacious executives around hard to get it done this quickly. Smiling, you decide to make your presence known, startling the crew.

"Mr. Director, you should be getting a phone call any moment now, I'm here to supervise the rest of this shoot. You're all doing wonderful, but I want to make sure Yujin's health is prioritized. Could we go for a lunch break now?"

"Sir, who are you—" The shrill ring of his phone interrupts the bewildered director, though his bewilderment only increases with every second the phone call continues. He hastily runs from set to set, gathering staff members, phone still pressed to his cheek.

"What have you done now?" Yujin snarls, her body not on the drawer anymore, unstable next to you. She grabs your suit, but elect to You ignore her and watch the staff flock out, the directors face full with sweat, an apologetic gesture towards you.

"So-sorry, Sir, we of course take the health of the idols very seriously. I didn't know you were managing her."

"It's alright," you say reassuringly, hand in a pocket, and in the thrill of the moment, you push the vibrator to the strongest setting. "Are you~ alright, Miss Ahn?"

Yujin cries out, her shriek startling the director. He tries to react quickly, but you put on your sternest, most serious face, really, the feat of a great actor, though that is par for the course in your business.

"Lets not waste any time. Mr. Director .I'll need everybody off the set. I'd rather not have anyone see Miss Ahn like this. Thanks for your understanding."

"I-I, of course, I'll—"

The director throws his hands in the air. His face is pale, he is unsure where to run, left, right; he needs time to catch himself and find the exit as does everyone else. He closes the door with an apologetic bow and you can hear him shout in panic and frustration.

"How the hell did you do that?" Yujin mumbles, her hands on your side to keep herself upright. Look down to find her legs drenched in her own juices, the dress ruined, her hair in a wild mane.

You lick your lips.

"Oh baby girl, you're mine now. I had Hyewon seal the deal. I bought your company, which means, personally and professionally, every part of you belongs to me."

Yujin's puppy eyes have never been bigger—except for maybe the time you first penetrated her tight pussy—though this time you find it hard to make out any clear thought she might have; is it pure bewilderment at the boldness and timing of your move? Is it anger because you purposefully got her into trouble, took things too far, just because you could? Or is it—

"Now what?" Yujin grits her teeth and looks to the wet floor. "This was too risky! Reporters will ask questions, some are going to spy on you, rumors will spread—they will find it out! You can't hide this forever."

You gently rake your hand through Yujin's raven hair and watch her toes tense up. Her entire body radiates tension, stress, like she can see everything crumble. The future looks bleak, nothing but darkness. The ‘young you’ can relate strongly, the bottom is usually dark—but as long as you fight, you'll reach the light. Even in the poorest of areas, someone is able to reach for the stars and create a better place for himself, his family.

A better place, even better than what you believed was already perfect.

"Trust me, Yujin," you coo to her and gently pull her hair back to look down at that concerned face of a beautiful goddess. "This is going to lead to moments greater than you could've ever dreamed of."

She looks at you with a swirl of conflicted emotions, but you don't let her dwell on it for too long as you move in to kiss her, prodding your tongue into her mouth too. You subtly position your left hand's fingers near her wet snatch.

"We don't have—"

"—a lot of time," the two of you whisper simultaneously. It's teamwork, alright, how she finishes your sentence with her needy voice, how you hike up her dress while she fiddles with your zipper, how you both find a bit of cover in the far corner of the room. If someone were to come in, you'd at least not be seen, but by the way Yujin squirms when you pull at the cord of the oval vibrator, her voice will make the situation blatantly obvious, even for a blind person.

"You need to stay quiet," you growl in Yujin's neck while you still try to get the plug out of her tight cunt. "This is some serious business, don't disappoint me. Do it like you did last year, on the red carpet.

"Why the fuck—"

The vibrator is still stuck inside her, the walls of Yujin's pussy clamp around it, not ready to let go of the pleasure the constant vibration brings. If it wasn't for your arm around her waist, Yujin would've dropped to the floor already. She is unable to resist it, it's deep inside her, it's snuck and comfortable.

A conflict for you, for her: Can you really let her cum just like this again? It would not be the great, immediate release for your cock you were looking for, but the humiliation, Yujin's embarrassment would make you ascend to a new level of all-powerfulness. It's the same for her, just the other way around. It seems that she has made up her mind before you though:

"Daddy please, you-you need to leave… let me finish the shoot and—"

But you keep kissing her neck.

"Baby girl," you growl. "Either you cum on my cock after I pound your tight little pussy or I turn that toy in you on maximum for the rest of the day. You'll squirt like a fucking fountain, make a mess and then what? What will the headlines say then?"

"Daddy, please! At home… I'll do whatever you want, just not here."

"You know it already don't you, baby girl? I'm your salvation—my cock is your salvation—with it inside your walls, it will keep your cum from spilling out and save you from becoming breaking news."

This much convincing, with Yujin convulsing, is really confusing, but in the end, she is unable to conceal her desire for you to plug her. Her neediness is an issue and your neediness is the solution.

There is no need or time for a blowjob, you are ready to enter right away, so you grab as much of the black dress as you can and pull it up. Yujin's help would be appreciated, but the horny thing can barely stand on her own, both her hands on your back to find security.

"You're the prettiest when you are this needy, baby girl," you tell her as her large, watery eyes are unable to look anywhere but you. A couple of tears spill over, then down her cheeks when she finally presses out the vibrator from her pussy. "Get your leg up here, on this couch."

The angle is perfect, your throbbing cock aligned—you still need to dive in her delicious full lips with that strawberry flavor to deafen her moans. The dive was almost too late, the draw of her cunt is too strong for your manhood to resist, and of course you fill her fully.

"God, you're so tight, you're always tighter when you're so needy.” Your words come pouring out when you disconnect your lips from hers; it’s like disconnecting from the world and ascending to a place of unknown, unbound, unending power. “I get it now. These shoots, these long and stressful hours. You're so hard working baby girl, but now we can fuck anytime. Isn't that a good thing?"

You thrust harshly and stroke Yujin’s pretty hair. Anytime, anywhere, it all doesn’t matter anymore. What it matters is you in her, above her, all over her. This is what your love is "Tell Daddy how it feels."

"Y-you're so greedy," Yujin huffs out, even after years of almost daily pussy pounding she is unable to control her breathing during sex. "Where, fuck, where will this end?"

"Answer my question, baby. And keep your moans down. I might make you cum, erupt like a pent up volcano. I can already feel the tsunami building up. Admit that you want me this greedy, because nothing can satisfy—"

"Fuck, okay, okay." Yujin grabs the sleeve of your suit with one hand and your nape with the other. "Daddy, own me. My entire life, my career, my social circle—take it." Her eyes are daggers, then a concoction of bliss, devotion and insurmountable expectations. "Take re-responsibility, and I'll be the best baby girl ever."

"You'll be that either way."

Slam her against one of these many thin, unstable decorative background walls, watch it sway dangerously backwards, but fuck her with the same recklessness as before. Yujin's teeth dig into her lower lip, her body losing all it's grip, except for the grip of her cunt, which you have fucked from every angle, sure, but standing has her the tightest. At least, you believe it right now—maybe it's the setting, the chance to get caught, the career ending thrill.

"I'm your good girl, good girl, Daddy, I—"

"Go on and cum. My cock will save you."

A fleeting moment, a moment of silence, no movement, as if time itself freezes. A moment where Yujin truly is powerless, where she can't just walk out and break up with you or throw everything away and live a different life. She is about to scream her orgasm out, and with her arms uselessly hanging on the sides of her convulsing, climaxing, prime body, nothing but you can stop her from getting caught.

And she submits herself to it, the scream never making it to anyone as you silence her with a strong palm on her luscious lips. Yujin shakes and shakes, only hints of juices making their way past your shaft, your base. She is plugged and both her legs and dress are saved—at least from being ruined entirely.

The orgasm continues in waves. Yujin's eyes water, her moans echo back, her knees melt like ice cream in the summer—she has to admit, she is waiting for your cream inside her, though it never comes.

"Good girl," you coo to her and start fixing her hair while still balls deep in her cunt. "I have some spare panties for you. Don't worry, I soaked them in some perfume, they won't smell anything. Remember, Daddy is right here. Just follow my lead."

"Y-yes." Out of breath is an understatement. You suffocated the poor girl to the point of exhaustion. Maybe that is the point, to make her look exhausted, weak, hell, she can barely walk. You support her, watch her put on the panties, swipe away some messed up makeup that would look too wild, too suspicious.

"Hook your arm underneath mine," you tell her. "I'll tell them your ankle is hurt, that we'll go to a doctor, something like that."

"Daddy, why do you go through such lengths for, for this?"

You grin and look down at your girlfriend, mere moments before the photography director comes rushing back onto the set.

"Why are you so tight whenever we might get caught doing this?"

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #ive smut #male reader smut #yujin smut #ahn yujin smut

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etherfabric · 4 months ago

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Which part of you wants to be felt? + Affirmations

Choose a pile by which picture you resonate with the most.

If your mind is too busy to clearly decide, take a few deep breaths, and use the finger of your non-dominant hand to hover over the images. One will give off the most subtle yet prominent signals, like tingles, a magnetic pull, or temperature. This is your pile. Multiples are also possible.

You have free will. I merely provide my perspective in these readings. Sometimes the Universe lines you up with something that doesn't resonate with your truth, so you have contrast to find out what does.

Pile 1

Death, Wheel of Fortune

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The part of you that wants to be felt is your optimism. This feels to you like putting a boulder on a butterfly - dooming it from the beginning. You lost all trust in your right and ability to imagine good scenarios. Anytime one creeps up to you, you swat it away like an insect carrying a disease. True, you had to face some dark truths about the world and yourself - but don't forget why you started this process: You wanted to be happy and healthy again.

This means recalibrating your focus on what is good and fun. Things that make you glad to be alive. Even if you will fear losing them all over again. But if the past taught you one thing, it should be your ability to stand up and rebuild, right? You and your skills are the secret ingredient. You can afford risks. You are abundant in your ability to find the next good thing. Looking back at all you lost, doesn't it make sense? Didn't it make room for all this, that is so much more you? Whatever loss you will have to face in the future will just be the predecessor of an even further upgrade. Don't wait for guarantees. Seize what you have now, and trust in divine timings. You will get your fill. But you have to give access to your cup first.

Your affirmation is:

I am aware that being happy means I am on the right path.

Pile 2

5 of Wands rx, The Fool rx

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The part of you that wants to be felt is your willingness towards repair after conflict. I know there have been countless occassions where you were the "stupid" one to extend a peaceful hand first, only for it to be slapped away, or used to pull you down even further. No one deserves that, you included. While we can't expect a foolproof (eheh, because of the Fool, get it? ...sorry) guarantee to always have the right timing with our peace offers, it's still worth a try. I feel this resentment towards yourself for being even able to do that. "Not this idiot again getting us hurt even further after a fight." But this idiot is exactly the one who will bring you closer to those who actually just had a bad day when they hurt you. Who truly wished things would have been different. And are probably desperate to reconnect, but just don't know where to even begin. You do. Dare to risk it again.

It might bring up old pain that feels unbearable, but remind yourself (if you can) that you are much more powerful than in the past, where those low blows were truly devastating. They will never feel nice, but if you let them be a reason to never get close to someone again, you run the risk of being lonelier than you'd realistically have to be. The malicious intent you feel might be a remnant from unprocessed hurt, instead of a reliable source of purely present information. Let the dust settle and reassess the situation. If in the calm, this still feels like war, and you worked through your shadow to see clearer, then by all means, please leave. But don't destroy something good because it touched a sore spot.

Your affirmation is:

My capability to show my true feelings is always a step towards love and life.

Pile 3

The Star, 2 of Swords rx

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The part of you that wants to be felt is your faith, to be more precise, your confidence in being worthy of having faith. You are still on the fence with a lot of big and small things regarding it. You feel like you just started consciously allowing yourself to even entertain that dimension of existence, that there might be more than the eye can see, that science and logic don't paint the whole picture. Even reading that sentence felt kind of... wrong, right? That's actually super normal. This image of sudden enlightenment, never waivering in one's beliefs and always flowing on a cloud of omniscience and serenity is a product sold to us. To keep us discouraged from our inner strength and voice, and assign our own power to supposedly better people than us. "I am having doubts, I feel kinda silly doing this sometimes, I forget a lot of the practices, I do it haphazardly, I don't cleanse/pray/meditate/worship/offer/affirm enough, or do it the wrong way..." And then we feel guilty when we turn towards our faith in times of desperation and hopelessness, despite our "lousy performance".

Pardon my french, but cut that shit out. You are worthy. You are a spiritual being, point blank, whether you are in a ceremonial robe humming psalms or sitting on your toilet watching TikTok. Performance doesn't determine relevance. Performance or lack thereof will never be able to erase the deep truth you already tapped into. You discovered your spiritual side, but not in lieu to your physical, logical self - no one wants you to abandon or replace anything. It's an addition for the spaces 3D can't fill. The times you turn towards it are exactly the times you should. Give yourself grace and patience to let this gigantic new dimension unfold in its own time for you. It's a lot, and that's the beauty of it. Now, with this, there will always be something new to learn and explore!

Your affirmation is:

There is no way to get my life wrong. My connection to source is eternal.

Pile 4

5 of Pentacles rx, Temperance

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The part of you that wants to be felt is your relief. When I tap into your energy, it matches the archetype of a man on his porch with a shotgun in his lap. He is already falling asleep in his rocking chair, because there is no actual danger present that would cut the lulling sound of crickets, but then this thing inside his head goes off and he jolts awake to point the weapon at the dark. There hasn't been an intruder or dangerous animal in years, but he is so afraid of it happening again, that he ruins his own divinely orchestrated time for recuperation.

Yes, the horrors of the past were real, but you can wait forever to feel relaxed now that it's over, if you don't loosen your grip on your defenses (which are, quite frankly, premature offenses a lot of the times). It will feel terribly vulnerable and like the dumbest thing you could ever do, but your body needs your help. It. Is. Tired. Being scared is hard work. I know I am being the opposite of original here with my suggestions, and I invite you to moan your annoyance clearly, and roll your eyes at me with vigor when I say: Deep breath in, hold it for as long as you can, and exhale slowly. Repeat until you feel different. It might take a while, depending from how high of an adrenaline level you have to climb down, but golly, you need it. Don't be surprised if a pocket of fear comes up to be felt, the up and down is the way it goes towards equilibrium. Just keep breathing, dear. Your body knows the rest.

Your affirmation is:

I have the power to create peace within myself.

#pick a card #tarot reading #tarot #pick a card reading #PAC

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cc--2224 · 7 months ago

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Asking For Help

Pairing: Platonic Tech & F!Reader

Summary: You decide to stay in bed to deal with the pain you're experiencing. The Batch notices and sends Tech to check on you.

Warnings: Reader kind of described as AFAB as fic deals with period pain. But other than that, pure fluff! It can 100% be platonic.

Word Count: 918

Notes: Does the Bad Batch understand anatomy? Probably. Was it more fun to make them panic? Absolutely. I mostly wrote this for me as I took the day off work for this exact reason 😂 no real proofreading.

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!

Masterlist

The Marauder's cockpit seemed weirdly empty without you, and everyone noticed your absence. You hadn't been with Clone Force 99 for very long, but when you spend all your time with the same people for four months, they start to worry when you're not being as social as you normally would.

"Where is she?" Hunter finally asked, looking at the empty seat you normally occupied.

Wrecker shrugged, "I tried calling her this morning for breakfast but she didn't leave her room."

"Is it not obvious?" Tech asked, eyes not leaving his datapad. "She exhibits this behaviour roughly around the same time each month."

He thought he was giving everyone the answer, but their confused faces told him that he wasn't.

"She is mostly likely menstruating."

"In Common, Tech." Wrecker said.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "She's on her period. It's not the end of the world."

Eyes turned back to Tech for an explanation, and he sighed.

"Do none of you pay attention to the anatomy manuals? People who are biologically female go through this process nearly every month. Their body prepares itself for an egg to be fertilized, but when it is not, it begins to shed the excess in the form of blood and uterine lining. Typically resulting in side effects such as; mood swings, pelvic cramps, lower back pain, and headaches to name a few."

Wrecker looked shocked, "And they do this every month? That sounds painful."

Tech shrugged, "I couldn't say, from my understanding, each person reacts differently."

"Shouldn't we check on her? Make sure she's okay?" Hunter asked.

"She does it every month with or without us, I don't see how now is any different." Crosshair pointed out.

"Yeah but, we're her friends, we should help if we can."

Wrecker looked back to Tech, "You know the most about it, you go see if she's okay."

Expectant looks all pointed in Tech's direction and he shook his head. "Fine, I suppose I could inquire after her."

Truthfully, Tech was also concerned for you, even though he had a vague understanding of what was going on. He found your presence soothing, and the Marauder seemed more cheerful with you around. And it was his nature to want to solve any problems that arose, so he wanted the chance to do that now.

He got up from his seat and walked toward the refresher to look for a hot compress and some painkillers so that he might actually be of assistance before cautiously walking toward your room.

He knocked quietly.

"...Yeah?" You croaked from inside the room.

"It's Tech, may I come in?"

You didn't answer immediately but then after a few seconds you spoke, "Door's unlocked."

He pressed the button to open the door before stepping in and letting it close behind him. He frowned slightly when he was you curled up on your bunk with your arms around your stomach.

"I take it I was correct then, you are menstruating."

"Yeah." You replied a little too harshly. "Did you need something?"

"It appears your absence went quite noticed this morning and the others are worried about you."

"So they sent you to check on me?"

He adjusted his goggles, "Well, even though I had suspected what the issue was, I suppose I was also worried."

You didn't say anything, but you moved slowly, creating room for him to sit down on your bunk, he sat on the edge.

"I have brought you a compress and painkillers, if you are interested. I have heard they help to alleviate any cramping and pain associated with it." He handed both to you.

You smiled at his gesture and took the painkillers first. "Thank you," you swallowed two of them down with water from the canteen beside your bunk, then you took the heat compress and hugged it to your stomach.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked, looking down at you.

You looked at him then looked at your pillow and shook your head.

"Very well, I will check up on you later then." He announced before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Wait.." You called out. He turned to look at you. "Can you stay.. with me?"

His expression went from surprised to a gentle smile, and he nodded. "Of course."

He walked back over to your bunk and returned to his seat on the edge.

"Can we- er... Can you hold me?" You asked, so quietly that he thought he might have misheard you.

"You'd like me to hold you?" He repeated.

His need for clarification caused blood to rise to your face in embarrassment.

"If-if that's okay, actually, nevermind I-"

But before you could finish your rambling, Tech crawled into the bunk next to you, holding you so your back was firm against his chest.

You sighed into him and closed your eyes as he began drawing idle shapes on the skin of your shoulder.

"Thank you, Tech." You repeated.

"You are welcome, but your gratitude is unwarranted. We are your friends, we want to help you. Anytime you need us, you do not need to be afraid to ask for help, no matter what ails you.”

You smiled once more. With the heat both from the compress and Tech pressed against you and the painkillers beginning to kick in, you felt yourself finally begin to drift off to sleep. Despite his protests, you were truly grateful to have friends who cared about you, no matter what was going on.

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toskarin · 2 months ago

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A question of curiosity - assuming you play them due to your involvement with a bunch of them, what are your favourite kinds of characters (be it mechanically or narratively) to play in TTRPGS? And do you have any associated anecdotes to go with them?

courtesy readmore

mechanically kinda depends on what's on the menu, but if it's combat-focused, I personally really enjoy characters who "deny" things

not really the kind of character who I'd ever expect a GM to put in their element on purpose (I usually make a conscious effort to remind the GM of things I'm capable of so that I don't trample on any fun setpieces) but definitely the kind of character who modifies objectives just by being in play. I also like magic-users in concept, but that's more of a flavour thing

I think that's reflected a good bit in the kind of narrative play I enjoy, too. when I make a character, I prefer to do it with the rest of the party in mind, less to make the character "compatible" and more to make them sharply contrast in ways that encourage the other characters to have moments where they can reaffirm who they are (both in narrative and out of narrative)

there's a fine balance to strike here. on one end of things, you risk yes-manning so hard that the party quickly becomes a problem solving engine with a single striking surface. on the other end of the things, you risk being The Chaotic Neutral Guy

the space in the middle there represents the characters that people often want to regularly interact with, but rarely want to play. the sort of character who isn't actively disruptive, but raises a lot of red flags when they suddenly show enthusiastic agreement for what you're doing. the kind of character you almost need a diminished sense of discomfort to play without getting in your own feelings about

I adore playing characters who are catered to find plot hooks in other players' characters and tug them just enough to pull them to the surface

most parties have characters who disagree on things that aren't easily resolved. that's always fun, but (because people courteously tend to avoid conflict) it's very rare for those conflicts to come up without GM prompting, and "create productive conflict between two characters without leaving out the rest of the characters or starting a fight between players" is often an equally uncomfortable situation for a GM

lots of fun directions to take it!

have an arc that would benefit from a character taking charge but their player doesn't feel comfortable just Doing That? it helps to have someone else try to take charge who obviously should not be allowed, just to get everyone behind the alternative

have someone with a pure heart who doesn't really get to show that in a party of players who don't want to be mean? maybe someone who's a little more morally-compromised could give them a window for explaining what they actually believe

have a character who's part of some mysterious cult that nobody else is going to find the time to look into? the party could benefit from having a nosy character to justify cracking open that backstory

GM needs to fuck something up to remind the party of how dangerous things are? why not add to the mood by showing what your often-cold character looks like when something manages to actually upset them

[WARNING: DOING ANY OF THIS WALKS THE PRECARIOUSLY THIN LINE BETWEEN BEING COMPELLING AND BEING ANNOYING]

observant readers (well, those who have followed for a while) might have noticed I periodically go on rants about the much-maligned "evil character in a good party" and how both sides of the argument represent a communication and courtesy breakdown. that also very much ties into this sort of thing. I won't go over Tolerable Villainy 101 again, but you get the idea

distilled, I like playing the sort of thoroughly worldly bastards who often end up important in their own right, but mostly on accident, by virtue of being important to what makes other characters compelling

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demodraws0606 · 2 months ago

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DRDT CHARACTER THEME PLAYLIST - My Personal Interpretation

Warning : This playlist was deleted by DRDTdev and thus this is mostly meant to be something fun, and also because people have posted a lot of interpretations that I don't agree with (and I've always wanted to make my own).

So a while back DRDTdev made a playlist that they've now deleted, however I've seen a lot of people making their own posts about who fits which song. However since I'm not "like the other girlsTM", i had mixed feelings on how certain songs were assigned.

Some songs will be exactly the same as some other posts, mainly because they make the most sense to me but I do have some interesting shifts here and there that I will try to explain.

However I want to get the obvious ones out of the way first

UNDEAD ENEMY : David Chiem

I think this one is the most obvious song in the playlist. The song talks about a person who has put on a mask and is miserable trying to addear to the expectations of that mask. There is a lot of pent up frustration and anger in those lyrics which also is very fitting for David.

There is also the hints of something more behind those feelings of hatred, despite how much he's learned to hate the world there's still a sliver of him that still wants genuine companionship.

YESMAN : Nico Hakobyan

This song already fits Nico purely from the introvert lines. I'm joking, that's not just why I considering Yesman to be Nico's song. This song fits really well with Nico's frustration with being a pushover (or you could say a Yesman) and just how society has always treated them poorly.

The song itself is about being forced to do something, like a boring job, and despite how much hatred you feel you still keep on trying to keep your head low and do what your told. I think all of that really fits Nico's arc and what we know of them so far. Someone who constantly is pushed down by other and has been taught that they need to accept it.

SHUNRAN : Arei Nageishi

This song could also fit Ace as another aggressive person who just wants companionship but I personally think this song fits Arei way better especially with the beginning line ("I won't pay attention to small fry" has a lot of Arei vibes).

This song fits Arei's desire to want love and the contradiction that comes with her aggressive personality. She feels that it's unfair how life punished her which fits a lot with the line "They say that praying to be loved is a sin" as she was constantly denied that love. The lines as well about your personality slipping and crying reminds me of Arei's breakdown.

Hi-Fi Evolution Theory : Veronika Grebenshchikova

This song is very vague but despite that it is 100 pourcent a Veronika song.

I don't fully know what the song means in itself but the lyrics really fit Veronika's issues with boredom and her enjoyement of the killing game. There's a lot of lines about laughing and wanting to be entertained which just goes with her really well with her character.

Cartoons : Rose Lacroix

Ok, I think I lied when I said Undead Enemy was the most obvious song, THIS is the most obvious song. I don't think there's much analysis to be done to convince anyone that this is would Rose's theme.

This song reflects well Rose's depression and pain surrounding her talent and just how her life turned out in general. It kinda has that dissociative numbness in the lyrics that just fits her really well.

Sing Along : Teruko Tawaki

This song really fits Teruko extremely well especially her abandonnement issues. The song itself sounds aggressive but it oozes of longing and sadness.

A lot of the lyrics fit her feelings of being betrayed by Xander and Min, people she's gotten close to in a short time but immediatly ended up betraying her. It also fits her feeling towards her brother who ended up leaving her as well.

Now let's take a break and tackle the Instrumental songs !! This is where things start to change from other posts so get ready.

Spitfire (05 Version) : J Rosales

This one just fits J's vibes quite well. It's aggressive but also isn't too serious or intimidating, it just sounds like something J would listen in the car.

It also just has this...manly energy (?) or punk-ish energy that J has, it fits her rejecting the traditional feminity her mom tried to force on her.

Main Theme, Diamond is Unbreakable : Xander Matthews

This song is literally Xander vibes and you can fight me on that, it has a very dramatic and grandiose sound (especially when the piano comes in) that just fits how Xander holds himself (as you can see with that pose).

It's the exact type of theme I would expect from someone being the Ultimate Rebel. There's also more actively aggressive parts that I think also fit Xander, as we see he's got a short tamper when his ideologies are challanged and he also just is surprisingly quick to resort to violence.

desk rotation by RQ laji-2: Charles Cuevas

You can fight me again because you cannot tell this Bill Nye intro ass track doesn't fit Charles. Again it's hard to argue considering assigning instrumental tracks is really just based on vibes however this song really has a huge science show feel to it.

I could imagine hearing it while Charles is doing chemistry stuff or theorizing during the class trial.

Now let's go back to the lyrical songs, and this is where things start to go a bit crazy and I might need to justify myself a bit more.

asymptotic : Min Jeung

I know Charles is considered the resident nerd guy but you cannot NOT give the song about math puns to Min.

I think this song works really well for Min's relationship with Teruko. It especially reminds me of what Teruko says to Min before she gets excecuted that they "should've never gotten attached to one another".

This song is about a romantic relationship that could never happen, which I think represents Min's own feelings towards Teruko. About how they could've been closer but now they'll always be drifting apart.

How Min in a way sacrificed her life for Teruko but again she'll always be "out of reach". A relationship that could never happen under the killing game's circumstances.

RUNAWAY : Levi Fontana

I think this song especially with what Levi revealed to us latest episode REALLY fits him.

A song about a person who is repeteadly failling to try and "become better". The lines about "searching" and "tripping" goes in line with Levi's behavior in chapter 2. He's awkwardly trying to reach an ideal of the person he's supposed to be. He wants to be a "good person" but from the day he was born he was completely denied that ideal (aka "Dreams of who i want to be I'm seeing every empty page")

But there is a silver lining to all of this, the lyrics work with the moral of Levi's character. He doesn't need to run away from who he truly is, that what he considers an obstruction to his goal is simply just a part of himself he should accept. He doesn't need to "run away".

tip toes : Hu Jing

This song already just screams Hu purely from the line "I'm reaching for something more than this feeling of being important". She's a person who wants to protect others, be someone who others can rely on but in part it's very much driven by her own ego.

The lyrics are slightly vague but the parts about her "future" I feel like really gives vibes about how she used to be someone who had givne up on her own life but now is determined to persue it no matter what.

I didn't put this lyric in but "Take this ghost of me with the tide to die" again really feels like it references Hu's past and how she's ashamed of it. The song's lyrics give me a lot of feelings of regret but also determination which I think encapsulate Hu's character well.

Polygonal : Ace Markey

I've never seen people consider this one for Ace which is really surprising but also not because this song is very vague. Despite that, I do think this song 100 pourcent fits Ace purely because of some lines that really fit neatly with Ace's character.

The repeated mentions of how anyone would want to be loved/have someone to laugh with, it reminds me a lot of how Ace reacted to Levi saying he didn't care if he died. Ace desperately someone to give a shit about him, he'd rather take pity than nothing at all but he's also a self sabotager who drives anyone who gets close away from him.

"Your increasing honesty, I hate that about you" Honestly really feels like it's Ace saying that to Levi ? I wouldn't know fully how to explain it but it just really gives that vibe.

The song also seems to go on about a person's suffering about how their life is "full of failures" which again goes unfortunatly with Ace who seems to just have lived a pretty miserable life. Having only one person he could call a friend, being forced into an Ultimate Talent that both ruined his body and mental health .

Drawing Pins : Arturo Giles

Ok this one is probably the most farfetched pick, i'd say ? Considering, however, how little we know about Arturo I feel like this song has a lot of room to fit his characters and certain lines already do in multiple ways.

The parts about not being able to fit in, both makes me think of how he's kind of just, openly mocked within the group. However it also really makes me think about Arturo's family, him wanting to distance himself from them and his apparent disdain from them as well.

"Tell me what you did it for" "Cause I can't figure it out" I honestly think those parts really fit well with Arturo's sister committing suicide. He doesn't know why she did it something like that and he refuses to see it as his fault, it haunts him, he can't figure out why she did it because he can't fathom the idea that in reality it truly was because of him.

The "what do i have to do to be loved by you" parts I think are where things get a bit weird. My thought process would be Arturo's feelings towards "pretty people", him becoming obsessed with J because of her mother really makes me think that he's looking out for some kind of validation in a way.

Good grief : Eden Tobisa

I'm sorry this song is not fucking Whit, it's Eden, y'all can suck it /lh

This song really just fits way to well for me with Eden's feelings about Arei (weither she's the culprit or not even if I don't think she is anymore). The entire of the trial of chapter 2, Eden is struggling with the fact that she lost Arei and what could have been. This song really makes me think about how she tells David that she "knows she's dead and that she's never coming back". The slight upbeat-ness of the song really fits as well with Eden's attempt to try and stay cheerful despite how sad she feels.

I think Arei's death will be a very big sticking point in Eden's character.

Also the time motif with "Every minute and every hour" just fits way too good for it to be ignored.

In terms of other lyrics, I agree some of them fit Whit a bit but there are certain things that click way too well with Eden (and also none of the other songs fit Eden at all). I mean Eden's secret quote literally is "You can't go back no matter how hard you try" so clearly her character is heavily tied with grief as well.

"If you want to be a party animal, you have to learn to live in the jungle...." Really feels to me like Eden having to learn to be stronger and stop blaming herself ? It really just sounds like advice that would be given to someone like Eden who wants to be upbeat and confident but just simply is too prone to be insecure.

"Get drunk, call me a fool. Put me in my place" Again those lyrics really just feel like they fit Arei and Eden's relationship. Arei calling Eden a "fool" and "putting her in her place", it just ends up really matching perfectly in my opinion.

Mistaken Belief of Love : Whit Young

AHAH ! You have fallen into my trap of this post actually being secretly propaganda about how "Mistaken Belief of Love" really fits what's hinted about Whit's character so far !!!

Yeah, no, this song really does not make sense with anyone else other than Whit ? Both the lyrics and vibes do not match with anyone. The song's whole thing is about "love" and Whit's a fucking matchmaker, thematically it just fits like a puzzle piece. Not only that but Whit's whole thing (that actually hasn't rlly appeared in the series itself all that often) is that he seems to not be able to find love himself and is doomed to be single. It reinforces this idea that, yeah Whit's song would be about love in some way or another (I talk about love in general, this song is not a love song despite what you'd think)

It also works really well with Whit's secret quote being "We often idolize the dead" meaning Whit probably saw his mother as someone she wasn't. Perhaps she was abusive or neglectful, or she hid something from him that truly shows that she may not have cared about him at all.

There are also lines that just fit Whit really well like the "deception, boasting, saying "I openly laughed at it"", just really gives giant Whit vibes for me ? Same with the mention of "peekaboo" since we know Whit kinda holds on to childish things like that (his socks, the fact he uses fruity shampoo for kids).

Anyways, this was mostly for fun and also because I desperatly to make my own list because I had some Hot Takes Tm.

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ennn · 27 days ago

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I expect Billy is going to be an antagonist for a while and that's OK

Anti's for either Agatha or Billy are probably going to get more intense as I predict our boy Billy's gonna be antagonistic for a bit. And let's be clear, I'm not hating, or saying either are evil, or in the wrong.

That's way too simple a take for this show. In the words of showrunner Jac Schaeffer:

...we populated the show with similarly flawed individuals who are also selfish and self-serving, who are self-sabotaging, who are constantly standing in their own way. And then they were just in conflict. Everybody is kind of an anti-hero in the show. That was really fun and felt very truthful there.

No one here is meant to be a pure "good guy", which is I think kind of Billy's arc -- but more on that later.

And when I mean antagonist I'm talking about the characters roles in the story. An antagonist isn't necessarily a villain. Agatha is the show's protagonist as well as its main antagonist: as much as she claims she wants only power, deep down she wants a coven, a community, a family. But she is as Schaeffer puts it, "in the way of her own thing."

Billy being an antagonist simply means that his goals – or some of them at least – conflict with Agatha's. Rio has been described as a "romantic antagonist" as well because some of her goals are also in conflict.

Long text speculation post and mild promo spoilers under the cut:

Let's first get this out of the way: Why do I think Billy's going to take on an antagonist role? Aside from well, all the things that happened at the end of Episode 5, there's some clues Billy's not all who he's been saying he is:

There's a promotional video with audio lines, and you can hear Billy saying things like "Agatha Harkness can never be anything but a covenless witch" and "I do not trust you".

Billy claiming to be "obsessed" about Agatha and her biggest fan and going on the road for power should know that she is the world's most notorious witch-killer – why is he appalled about her killing and so against it? And if episode 5 is any indication, power is not what he's lacking.

Joe and Schaeffer have mentioned that Billy will be different in the back half of episodes.

A quick clip from a trailer has Agatha (covered in mud) telling Billy "Last one there is a nice person", implying that Billy at this point doesn't want to be nice. I assume, at this point, he wants Agatha to pay for her misdeeds. The yellow tint of the clip also matches with the current Road area they're on.

Now at this point I do not know if Billy was involved in what I believe is a fake trial in episode 5. I'm inclined to think it's the Salem Seven, and we get this truth of Billy as fallout. I believe he definitely didn't want Alice dead.

Now for reasons why I think it'll be okay–even interesting–to have these two in conflict and everyone should put away their pitchfolks:

They are going to come to an understanding

You know how in Hawkeye series Yelena wants to kill Barton because she blames him for Natasha's death? I think we'll get a broadly similar arc or vibe for Agatha and Billy here. And they will design it in a similarly emotionally satisfying manner.

Right now Billy's basically like everyone–including the rest of the coven–who believes that Agatha is truly what her reputation says. And that's not surprising! Agatha is masks and layers and theatrics and she's not opening up unless she absolutely has to.

It may take a few episodes but I expect we'll get that before the series end, with this sobering exchange we have from a trailer:

Why do you let them believe those things about you? Because the truth is too awful.

I don't think Billy will be the Big Bad simply because I expect at the end Agatha's going to have to choose between wanting her coven, her community of witches, and something else—power perhaps, or her son, and go back to her old ways.

And for that to happen Agatha will need to have formed enough bonds with her coven, including Billy, to make it a difficult choice.

Power, darkness, and anti-heroes

Look, Agatha is my babe and she definitely needs a win after all that awful that happened in episode 5, but if you think about it Billy being a lot like his mom is really interesting? More interesting than him just being a cute innocent fanboy.

Because if he is an anti-hero, with some darkness in him, it's an opportunity to explore some of the themes or ideas we touched on in Wandavision with Wanda and her power, and her sense of self.

Heroes don't torture people.

Agatha recognises the darkness in people, delights in it even: as touched on in interviews, it's one of the reasons why she saw herself as Detective Agnes in that spell, as an investigator exploring the darkest aspects of humanity. She's seen the worst in people, and knows how to play the villain.

For Billy to avoid making the same mistakes as his mom, he needs to understand not just his power, but his potential for darkness.

Power corrupts, and when you're born with that reality-warping level of power, it's dangerous. It's so tempting to make people do what you need them to. And it's a slippery slope once you start killing, even if it's for good reasons.

Agatha never wanted to kill her first coven, in that moment she only wanted to live. But she did, with a power she never asked for, that made it so easy to keep taking and taking.

It is kind of tragic given the circumstances that Agatha couldn't have been a mentor to Wanda at the end of Wandavision, given the events of Multiverse of Madness, because she made some valid points and they could have been a coven, given Agatha's deep-deep-buried desire for one.

And looking at all the mentor-kid pairings we've seen in the MCU so far (Parker and Stark, Clint and Bishop, Strange and Chavez, etc.), I don't think we've ever had this kind of dynamic.

Interesting power dynamics

I think Agatha is at her most interesting when she's on the back foot. As we've seen in episode one, she's not one to give up when physically outmatched, quite the opposite. She's a survivor, she's stubborn, and she's a performer.

Billy has been revealed to have the magical equivalent of a gun, and is capable of taking this entire coven hostage.

They're going to have to interact in new ways now. But now it's going to be more of a dance.

It's new danger, new complications, but also new ways to connect, and also the opportunity for a more honest relationship.

Knowledge, history, community

This point isn't specific only to Agatha and Billy but I'm reminded of Billy taking it out not just on Agatha but Lilia and Jen as well.

It's not surprising that Alice and Billy, the two youngest coven members are also the most idealistic and noble. The world has not been kind to witches over the centuries—Lilia's been chased out of villages for her visions, Jen has been attacked—and the older members of the group have done what they can to survive: How much can you blame them for being selfish in a cruel world?

Power isn't your problem, it's knowledge.

In this case I mean not just the knowledge of witchcraft, but lived experience as well.

Younger witches have to learn their community's history, and the older ones have to be challenged in their set ways of thinking, in how they've adapted, because they're not always good.

I wouldn't be surprised if there was an allegory to be made here to the queer community as well. Schaeffer has mentioned there is a large overlap between the history and persecution of witches and that of the LGBTQ community.

Good lord this post ran away from me. If you actually read all of that you do deserve a cookie.

#agatha all along #tv: agatha all along #agatha harkness #thoughts and spectulation #written mostly for me i guess #my evidence wall isn't getting smaller #AAA meta

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delzinrowe · 3 months ago

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I wanna marry yaga and be panda's step parent

I know where you came from, nonnie <3

AN: I already thought about this when I saw your ask to Jordie, so I was really hoping you'd come to me <33 Word count: ~516 Warnings: listen, just some really bad small thing about Masamichi Yaga

Masamichi Yaga might not seem like it at first but he has one of the biggest hearts in the entire Jujutsu society. He didn't just create Panda for fun, he took care of him, educated him and was by all means his father.

So when the point comes where he proposes to you, those that are close to him aren't surprised at all. He has a hidden knack for romance, at least he thinks so, but what he does never misses with you because let's face it: you're head over heels for him either way.

From the moment you met him he had this fatherly aura, not in a creepy way, but moreso in a way that shows he deeply cares and always has a solution for problems when they arise. He was quick to help you with whatever was on your mind. Slowly but surely acquaintances became friends, soon after he became the person you confided in first and most.

The line between friendship and more blurred when you two would spend more time together, but neither of you really made a move, it simply all fell into place.

As time goes on Panda also grows very fond of and attached to you. He calls you by your first name and treats you like a child would treat a parent. He also plays a crucial role in the proposal.

When you can't find Masamichi in his principal quarters for an entire day you become worried. Usually if he had to take on a mission of his own he would tell you and you'd tell him to be extra careful, but it rarely happened. Which only makes you worried more.

After some time of scouting the entire school grounds you're still unable to find him and your worry turns into panic. That is until Panda approaches you and calms you down. He tells you that he knows where Masamichi is and that he even asked for you.

As the big chunk of worry finally falls off your shoulders you ask Panda to bring you to him, which of course he would have done either way.

You're expecting Masamichi to be hunched over some new creation he's working on but instead Panda leads you to a secluded clearing where a dinner is set up, with candles and all the romantic things you gush over in the movies.

Panda's more excited about it all than you, because the most prominent emotion you feel is confusion. He doesn't wanna spoil Masamichi's surprise but he still asks you in a very emotional tone "please don't hurt him", which leaves you even more bamboozled.

When the object of your affection finally comes into view and turns around he's not wearing his usual glasses, instead he's looking at you with pure fondness and love in his eyes as he gets down on one knee, pulls out a ring and gets ready to ask you.

You being you of course agree in a heartbeat, while Panda stands on the side sprouting a happy dance because he's overjoyed for the two of you.

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hollowed-theory-hall · 6 months ago

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Any HC's or theories on Regulus Black?

Hi! This was a really fun ask actually and I ended up blabbering a lot about Regulus Arcturus Black because I have thoughts.

Okay, so I'm going to do something similar to what I did with Theodore Nott since there isn't a lot of info about Regulus, but there's a lot implied and I love extrapolating. I think Regulus is a fascinating character that can be read in multiple ways (part of the fun!)

It got a bit long, but here are my thoughts about him:

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

“Leave?” Sirius smiled bitterly and ran a hand through his long, unkempt hair. “Because I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal . . . my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them . . . that’s him.” Sirius jabbed a finger at the very bottom of the tree, at the name REGULUS BLACK. A date of death (some fifteen years previously) followed the date of birth. “He was younger than me,” said Sirius, “and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.” “But he died,” said Harry. “Yeah,” said Sirius. “Stupid idiot . . . he joined the Death Eaters.” [...] “No, no, but believe me, they thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the Wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having purebloods in charge. They weren’t alone either, there were quite a few people, before Voldemort showed his true colors, who thought he had the right idea about things. . . . They got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though. But I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up at first.”

(OotP, 112)

So, first, we have some background. Regulus Black was the younger brother of Sirius. Part of the main male line of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

What we know of Sirius' childhood is that the Blacks were pure-blood fanatics. From Elladrora who hung house-elf heads on the wall to Araminata who billed the ministry to legalize muggle-hunting. Not to mention the Blacks' tendency to disown and disinherit anyone who doesn't fall in line with their standards of purity. They are, after all, "Always Pure".

So Regulus grew up wealthy in a family that considered themselves magical nobility (and probably are, in that I think they have a family Wizengamot membership). He never lacked anything, but his childhood came with expectations, more so after Sirius left.

I've seen many write Walburga and Orion as abusive, but I don't think they cursed their children. I don't think they were great parents, but I truly believe they never raised a wand (or hand) against one of their sons. What I think they did, was heft some impossible standards on their sons.

Sirius is the eldest, the heir, therefore as children, he would've carried most of these expectations. Sirius would be the one Walburga and Orion dotted after. Kreature says Sirius leaving broke Waburga's heart and I honestly believe it to be true. I think Sirius was Walburga's favorite. The eldest, the brightest, the cleverest, the most handsome. The brightest star in the night sky.

Regulus, as a child, would always come second. He would see his brother cause havoc and get all their parents' attention, so, in his bid to get attention too, he did the opposite of Sirius. If Sirius got attention for being a rebel, Regulus would follow each and every standard their parents put down to the latter. This is something you see in many families, each sibling wants to have their own "niche" so they tend to do the opposite of the sibling that came before them. And that's exactly what we see with Regulus. Sirius was the rebel, so Regulus became the dutiful, obedient perfect pure-blood son his mother wanted to win her affection and differentiate himself from Sirius.

These comparisons between them Sirius mentioned, they probably went both ways. Walburga reminded Sirius of how dutiful and reliable Regulus is and "Why can't you be more like your brother," but Regulus heard the exact same sentence. "Why can't you be as witty/talented as you're brother".

And after Sirius left, I think these comparisons got worse. I think Walburga and Orion talked about Sirius constantly after he left.

I believe Sirius and Regulus were actually close as young children and started growing apart once Sirius started school. Sirius being sorted into Gryffindor was a new point of tension in the home. The constant comparisons they both heard to each other made resentment grow and after Sirius left, Regulus couldn't speak to his parents without hearing "Oh, Sirius would say this" and "Sirius would think that" I think that resentment and bitterness got worse. So, he did what he always did to differentiate himself from Sirius — be the perfect Slytherin pure-blood.

I think this helped his decision to join the Death Eaters. Not the only factor, mind you, I don't think it's Sirius' fault Regulus joined the Death Eaters, it was still Regulus' decision. But I think the situation at home after Sirius left factored into it.

Who was Regulus as a person?

Now I want to talk a little bit more about Regulus' personality before covering his untimely end everyone is familiar with.

It was a pompous little sign, neatly lettered by hand the sort of thing that Percy Weasley might have stuck on his bedroom door. Do Not Enter Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black

(DH, 163)

They moved over the threshold together, gazing around. Regulus’s bedroom was slightly smaller than Sirius’s, though it had the same sense of former grandeur. Whereas Sirius had sought to advertise his diffidence from the rest of the family, Regulus had striven to emphasize the opposite. The Slytherin colors of emerald and silver were everywhere, draping the bead, the walls, and the windows. The Black family crest was painstakingly painted over the bed, along with its motto, TOUJOURS PUR. Beneath this was a collection of yellow newspaper cuttings, all stuck together to make a ragged collage. Hermione crossed the room to examine them. “They’re all about Voldemort,” she said. “Regulus seems to have been a fan for a few years before he joined the Death Eaters . . . ” A little puff of dust rose from the bedcovers as she sat down to read the clippings. Harry, meanwhile, had noticed another photograph: a Hogwarts Quidditch team was smiling and waving out of the frame. He moved closer and saw the snakes emblazoned on their chests: Slytherins. Regulus was instantly recognizable as the boy sitting in the middle of the front row: He had the same dark hair and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter, and rather less handsome than Sirius had been. “He played Seeker,” said Harry.

(DH, 164)

I believe you can learn a lot about a person from their living space. Regulus' (and Sirius') bedrooms remained unchanged by their parents from the moment they left them. As Regulus died when he was 18 or 19 the room is frozen as it was when it served him. So, what does Regulus' bedroom tell us about him?

Harry refers to the sign on the door as something pompous, and written in a nice handwriting. I believe the sign was put up when Regulus was younger, specifically against Sirius. It's one of these signs children put on their doors specifically against their annoying siblings who steal their stuff or rummage through it. And even after they grew out of it, after Sirius left, Regulus kept the sign up. I think he couldn't really muster to put it away even once Sirius wasn't around to poke into his room anymore.

As I mentioned above, Regulus tried to be the opposite of Sirius and decorated his room accordingly. The most Slytherin pure-blood child of Hosue Black there could be. The Hogwarts memorabilia is some of that perfect Slytherin son image, but it's also really sad. It's a reminder of just how young Regulus was when he died. Sure, he would've probably kept a lot of it as an adult, but it's unlikely he would've displayed Slytherin banners and pictures of the Quidditch team in the same way long after school was over. But Regulus graduated a year before his death, he didn't have time to grow up and grow away from his school experiences. So his room, like him, is stuck at 19.

The Black family crest and motto painted above the bed is another extra mile to show Regulus' dedication to being the perfect son, the perfect child his mother wanted. I headcanon this was painted after Sirus left. A sort of sign to say that Regulus wouldn't leave. That he cares about his family.

Harry also mentioned Regulus was a Seeker on the Slytherin Quidditch team, according to his seating in the photo. It doesn't tell us much more about Regulus, I think it's just more of him trying to please his parents. That and I think he genuinely liked Quidditch, which is a fun little tidbit.

Now, we don't know much about Regulus at school, but I'd say he was a good student. He wasn't as naturally talented and gifted as Sirius, but Regulus knew to work his ass off. The neat handwriting on the door sign is probably his, I bet he had really organized notes in school that everyone wanted to copy. Regulus as the second best to Sirius, would be more of a hard worker than Sirius in general and strive for perfection in his school work out of his desire for attention and recognition from his parents.

Now, let's talk about the newspaper clippings elephant in the room...

Regulus the Death Eater

Sirius said his parents thought Voldemort had the right idea about muggles and muggleborns, and it's clear Regulus agreed with them. Regulus was a Voldemort fanboy before he became a Death Eater, yes, the circumstances he grew up with and his resentment towards Sirius were part of it, but it was a choice he made. He thought it was a good idea, he thought muggles and muggleborns should know their place. I think there are a lot of parallels between Regulus Black and Draco Malfoy, especially when Kreature talks about how Regulus was at first as a Death Eater:

“Master Sirius ran away, good riddance, for he was a bad boy and broke my Mistress’s heart with his lawless ways. But Master Regulus had proper order; he knew what was due to the name of Black and the dignity of his pure blood. For years he talked of the Dark Lord, who was going to bring the wizards out of hiding to rule the Muggles and the Muggle-borns . . . and when he was sixteen years old, Master Regulus joined the Dark Lord. So proud, so proud, so happy to serve . . . And one day, a year after he joined, Master Regulus came down to the kitchen to see Kreacher. Master Regulus always liked Kreacher. And Master Regulus said . . . he said . . . ” The old elf rocked faster than ever. “. . . he said that the Dark Lord required an elf.” […] “Oh yes,” moaned Kreacher. “And Master Regulus had volunteered Kreacher. It was an honor, said Master Regulus, an honor for him and for Kreacher, who must be sure to do whatever the Dark Lord ordered him to do . . . and then to c-come home.” Kreacher rocked still faster, his breath coming in sobs.

(DH, 168-169)

Like Draco, Regulus was proud to be a Death Eater, excited to do something against the "filthy mudbloods" plaguing their society. He considered helping Voldemort an honor. A good thing. Same as how Draco talks about it at first. But like we see with Draco in book 6, that it became too much for him, that he was having mental breakdowns in the toilet with Myrtle, I think Regulus experienced something similar.

He grew up spoiled, well-treated, well-mannered. He wasn't raised a soldier, a killer. I don't think Regulus had it in him, same as Draco. He couldn't bear to torture and kill.

Regulus, Kreature, and Empathy

The other interesting note in the above quotes is "Master Regulus always liked Kreacher". I find this adorable and jarring. We see how Sirius treats Kreature, he doesn't treat him as an equal being, he treats him like a slave, like a house-elf. Sirius does it because that's how he was raised to see house-elves, even the Weasleys think of house-elves in this way. It's a societal thing. But Regulus doesn't.

Regulus is kind to Kreature, and cares about him, likes him. It's kind of insane for a blood-purist Death Eater to show affection for a house-elf, especially the kind of affection in which Regulus chose to die instead of torturing his elf (his choice to die had other factors in it, and I'll get to it later). It's just, I don't know, the dynamic Regulus and Kreature had is really precious to me, okay?

Like, the fact it could happen goes to show how compassionate Regulus was even with his bigoted views and choice to become a Death Eater. Sirius calls Regulus "soft" and I think he is 100% right. Regulus was the "softer" and more empathetic of the two brothers. That softness doesn't mean he didn't think muggles and muggleborns are lesser and chose to become a Death Eater on his own accord. But that empathy is what probably made him uncomfortable among Death Eaters and get cold feet once he saw what was going on inside.

I imagine Kreature and Regulus were friendly for years. Kreature has served the Hosue of Black for a good while, which means he likely raised Regulus and Sirius. I think he helped with Regulus more than with Sirius, just because of how they reacted to him differently. Also, Waburga and Orion probably had less attention to give to Regulus when he was just born as Sirius was still really young then (a year or a year and a half old), so their attention would be more divided and Kreature would help more. I headcanon when Regulus was a young child Kreature would, like, sneak him extra desert and such and a young Sirius would complain he's not getting any.

How do we know what happened to him?

“Was he killed by an Auror?” Harry asked tentatively. “Oh no,” said Sirius. “No, he was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort’s orders, more likely, I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don’t just hand in your resignation to Voldemort. It’s a lifetime of service or death.”

(OotP, 112)

Now, what's interesting about this quote is how Sirius found this out. Why would he know that's what happened? Who could he have spoken to that would've known to tell him this?

Voldemort killing traitors is known, and many other characters mention it, but who would know Regulus turned traitor?

Other Death Eaters. Specifically, highly valued Death Eaters that are related to Regulus, like Bellatrix, who happened to be in Azkaban with Sirius.

I believe Sirius "found out" from Bella or other Death Eaters in a neighboring cell who told him that's what happened. I just don't really see any other way he'd come to this conclusion on his own. It's either that or wishful thinking on Sirius' part.

I think the inner circle Death Eaters were told Regulus was killed for treachery but nothing beyond that. I didn't really write about how I think the Dark Mark works, but I think it allows Voldemort to magically know when a Death Eater dies (and a bit more). I don't think he knew how Regulus died, just that he did. But Sirius mentioned he knew Regulus betrayed Voldemort, it means someone had to know. It means Voldemort likely knew Regulus was a traitor and told some of his Death Eaters. The same ones Sirius was in Azkaban with.

Regulus' betrayal and Death

“So what happened when you got back?” Harry asked. “What did Regulus say when you told him what happened?” “Master Regulus was very worried, very worried,” croaked Kreacher. “Master Regulus told Kreacher to stay hidden and not to leave the house. And then . . . it was a little while later . . . Master Regulus came to find Kreacher in his cupboard one night, and Master Regulus was strange, not as he usually was, disturbed in his mind, Kreacher could tell . . . and he asked Kreacher to take him to the cave, the cave where Kreacher had gone with the Dark Lord. . . . “ […] “And he made you drink the poison?” said Harry, disgusted. But Kreacher shook his head and wept. Hermione’s hands leaped to her mouth: She seemed to have understood something. “M—Master Regulus took from his pocket a locket like the one the Dark Lord had,” said Kreacher, tears pouring down either side of his snoutlike nose. “And he told Kreacher to take it and, when the basin was empty, to switch the lockets . . . ” Kreacher’s sobs came in great rasps now; Harry had to concentrate hard to understand him. “And he order—Kreacher to leave—without him. And he told Kreacher—to go home—and never to tell my Mistress—what he had done—but to destroy— the first locket. And he drank—all the potion—and Kreacher swapped the lockets—and watched . . . as Master Regulus . . . was dragged beneath the water. . . and . . . “

(DH, 171)

To the Dark Lord I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B.

(HBP, 609)

So, there are a few things to talk about here:

1. Why did Regulus choose to betray Voldemort when he did? What changed?

As I mentioned above, I think Regulus was always empathetic, just not towards muggleborns (at least until he saw torture first-hand perhaps?), but he was towards Kreature. That worry over Kreature, that's the first big seed of doubt about Voldemort. Regulus cares a lot about Kreature and he's clearly clever. He's smart enough to realise Voldemort must think Kreature is dead so it'll be better if he didn't see Kreature, hence why he told the elf not to leave the house.

I think seeing Keature in a state after he was in the cave is what really caused the shift in how Regulus thinks about Voldemort. I think there were doubts before, I don't think Regulus was ever on board with being the one to torture and murder, he doesn't strike me like the sort, but as long as he didn't really need to partake and it was only "filthy mudbloods" he could kinda excuse it to himself. And whenever a pure-blood was killed or tortured (the first war killed more pure-bloods than muggleborns) he could excuse that too, "they were against us, after all". But then Kreature was hurt too, it was the final nail for Regulus. That's what he couldn't excuse to himself as "justified" anymore.

So Regulus continues being a Death Eater, but he is suspicious, he doesn't trust Voldemort's goals are what he always promised them, and he is uncertain about the means being justified anymore. He is unsure if he is willing to go as far as Voldemort is. So he watches, and study, and waits for his chance.

And that chance came when he found out about the Horcruxes.

After Regulus finds out about the Horcruxes Kreature describes him as "disturbed in the mind" and "strange", it's clear the something rattled him. A lot.

I think finding out Voldemort made a Horcrux pushed Regulus' betrayal to happen. Like, I think Horcruxes are very taboo magic, even among wizards who practice the dark arts. As I mentioned in the past, you need to essentially kill yourself to make a Horcrux. I think messing with your life and soul is considered perverse and twisted even for dark wizards, and Horcruxes even more so. I mean, I think it's uncomfortable to learn you swore your allegiance to someone who's willing to kill himself to gain immortality. It means that someone would stop at nothing to achieve their wishes.

And Regulus is already disenchanted with how far Voldemort is willing to go for goals he isn't even certain of anymore, and then he discovers the Horcrux. A magical item that says that as far as Voldemort went with the war, he could go further, because he is a man who'd stop at nothing, not even self-mutilation is too high a tool for him. That is frightening. Following the orders of someone like that, someone who doesn't care for you and is never going to say "maybe this is too far" is terrifying. The idea of someone like that ruling a government is even worse... no wonder Regulus turned traitor the moment he learned about the Horcrux...

So I think finding out about the Horcrux is why Regulus decided to turn on Voldemort and destroy the Horcrux.

As you can tell, his opinions on muggles or muggleborns aren't the main factor I believe changed Regulus' mind. The means, and how far Voldemort was willing to go is what mostly caused the change of heart. I think Regulus had too much heart for it, even if he thought muggles and muggleborns lesser, he took no sadistic joy in others' pain the way some Death Eaters do. And seeing pure-bloods like him could be hurt in the same way (the Order were mostly pure-bloods), I think was especially abhorrent to him.

2. Why did Regulus choose death?

Regulus chose to drink the potion because he wanted to spare Kreature. This is the same kindness and empathy that I've already discussed, but he could've ordered Kreature to take him back home, nothing stopped him from doing that... and Kreature would've, happily so. So why didn't he?

In the letter Regulus outright said he'd be dead by the time Voldemort reads it, he went into the cave with the full intention to die, he never planned to leave. Kinda like how Harry walked into the forest in Deathley Hallows... but why? Why did he choose death?

I think Regulus chose to die because he knew he wouldn't be able to hid his treachery from Voldemort. I mentioned already I believe Voldemort told his inner circle Death Eaters that Regulus turned traitor and died for it. Voldemort knowing Regulus is a traitor makes Regulus' decision to die make more sense.

The phrase "I want you to know it was I", makes me think Voldemort suspected someone had learned of his Horcruxes but didn't know who. Maybe Voldemort suspected there was a traitor who knew about the Horcruxes, and after Regulus died Voldemort investigated after the fact and figured it was Regulus that turned traitor. Maybe he even checked on the cave and saw Regulus was dead there, so he didn't bother to check on the Horcrux. I don't think he would've expected Kreature to have been there too, otherwise, he'd see no reason for Regulus to be dead. Because for Voldemort, it wouldn't make sense to allow yourself to die like that, he wouldn't really understand why anyone would choose to die if they had the choice.

So Regulus even kept the secret of the Horcrux being taken at all by his death.

Additionally, Regulus chose to die and take out the Horcrux while doing it to avoid being tortured and killed by Voldemort and the Death Eaters. By dying, he also protected his family from being hunted down to try and locate him. He died to protect himself and everyone he cared about from the treatment of Death Eater traitors. Which we know is not pleasant...

3. How did Regulus find out about the Horcruxes?

This is something I'm less sure of and is foraying into heavier speculation. The only hint we really get is: "I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret" from his letter, but what exactly does this mean?

Well, Kreature told Regulus everything he saw. He told him a locket was placed in a cave filled with magical protections. Kreature's information about the locket is probably how Regulus made/bought the replica. But how from "well protected magical item" Regulus reached the conclusion that it's a Horcrux? How did he discover the secret?

I don't know how he was discovered, as for the Horcrux, I have a guess.

Regulus said he discovered the secret, I think what he did was piecing the puzzle together not unlike Dumbledore. He knew from Kreature that Voldemort had an item he guards very securely, he might've heard from Bellatrix that Voldemort is immortal since I'm pretty confident she was told what the cup in her vault is. And I think Regulus, as a member of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and a clever enough dark wizard, could trace a book about Horcruxes and figure out that's likely what the locket is.

Some random headcanons

1. I think Regulus could be just as much of a little shit as Sirius. I mean, there's a certain edge to how he words his note. I like to think, that when they were young, before Hogwarts, they'd pull pranks together in balls or other stuffy functions and get in trouble together.

2. I have little to no basis for this headcanon, but I'd like to think the painting of the Black family crest and motto above Regulus' bed was painted by Rregulus. I mean, he can do nice calligraphy on the sign on his door, I see no reason he couldn't also paint.

3. And finally, to a kinda sad headcanon, Harry actually saw Regulus in the cave:

the wandlight had slid over a fresh patch of water and showed him, this time, a dead man lying faceup inches beneath the surface, his open eyes misted as though with cobwebs, his hair and his robes swirling around him like smoke.

(HBP, 565)

I assume most of the corpses are muggles, and most of them are actually described as worse for wear than the one robe-wearing wizard corpse Harry describes above. For these reasons, I believe this corpse is Regulus. It's a sad thought, but it crossed my mind when I read this passage in my recent HBP reread.

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Hi!

So apparently GMMTV will be announcing their 2024 line up in October!

Which actors do you think will be paired together this time? I feel like Mix and Pond have hinted they will be studying more so maybe not their pairings…. GeminiFourth said they will have a series so definitely them…

I would love to see ThorFluke plus Pawin with anyone and Drake with anyone!

What are your predictions?

Ooooo, GMMTV 2024 Pure Speculation

(remember if it's not data driven I'm historically pretty bad at this, but sure, let's shoot the shizz)

Most Likely

EarthMix - they're reading v burned out (in addition to Mix + school) but they are currently GMMTV's cash cow so I can't imagine GMMTV won't try to put them in something, no matter what Mix said... but it's possible they'll be let rest for most of 2024.

First & Khao - naturally, if GMMTV can find a script the boys like, these two are likely their the biggest pair earners (if EarthMix really are out).

GeminiFourth - of course, the new princes

ForceBook - honestly they are steady, reliable workhorses who visually suit many BL scripts, they seem easy to work with, fun, and game. Not the most charismatic pair and I'm shaky on their range and versatility, but GMMTV clearly doesn't feel that way. I think it's pretty likely they will get something... I just hope it is something interesting. Are they bankable enough for a historical? That's the real question.

Not Sure

JoongDunk - I really don't know, I think they are slightly more likely than not but they keep getting lackluster scripts. GMMTV is more likely to blame the pair than the show. And it is possible they are just a lackluster pair... too.

JimmySea - what happen to (or will happen with) Last Twilight?

I'd like to see Jimmy paired with someone else. He's too charismatic for Sea. To really break us they should pair him with Gun and just burn down the world. GMMTV would never do this, tho.

Least Likely

It's unlikely PondPhuwin will lead out a show. Pond def said something about going back to school. (Which is code for a long break, if nothing else). They're good but less $ than EarthMix so I think GMMTV will back off from them.

OffGun - I'm not saying it won't happen anymore, but...

TayNew - see above

Bright with... anyone but Win.

A queer can dream, tho.

Some noodling

I do think First & Khao were successful enough, and Only Friends will be enough of a sensation, for GMMTV to consider more First Khao style stuff. AKA instead of just dropping a whole pair, GMMTV will try rearranging pairs. Especially for couples that had previously been mostly just sides.

So we can expect Neo, Mark, Marc, Puwin, Aou, possibly even the twins or the Flukes show up paired "experimentally" with different other actors. Some that may genuinely surprise us.

That said, I'd like some more role swapping too.

For example, with Pond away, and him getting older and being SO established in the genre, I would love to see Phuwin play a seme roll. Not sure he has the personality for it in terms of how he's bonded with some of the newer GMMTV talent since I don't watch any of the variety/BTS anymore, but he has the screen presence.

Remember originally Neo & Phuwin had a pairing... I wonder if that would ever happen again.

I would love love LOVE to see Tay paired with someone else. I thought he was a revelation in 3 Will Be Free showing range I'd no idea he had and he's such a big puppy and friendly with everyone. I bet he could get many partners to trust and relax.

Similarly New needs to play a seme. I think he once said he'd rather not do BL with anyone but Tay, but I still think he'd be fun to see.

So New is less likely, but I think we can safely assume Tay would be game. With TayNew it's whether their shipper/stalker fans would "allow" this.

What GMMTV Wants/Needs

I said in the past they needed to onboard new talent and they went for free agents (Joong, Perth). I thought they'd go for whole pairs, and I still think they'd be wise to consider this.

Given they're likely shifting focus on expansion into darker, higher heat, and more gritty arenas (which I think they need to do given the paucity of scripts within their preferred BL style, the tenor of the market, and the aging of their existing stable) what they want is Zee++. Now they can't wrestle him/his pair free of Dormundi, so...

For solos they are looking for:

actors who have lost their pair, have range into dark territory, will do high heat, and can play harsher seme roles (tall a bonus.)

If they're smart they make a play for Bible, but I wouldn't rule out Lee Long Shi. Both actors have a style that fills a niche in the GMMTV stable and are pro enough to work well in a new pair that GMMTV sets for them.

You KNOW they want Bible. How could they not? Can you imagine?

If they go after a pair?

If they're smart as I think they are? They want NetJames. And they might be able to get them, depending on contracts. NetJames has been awful quiet recently, they either are actually finally filming Love Upon a Time or that's fallen through and they're in contract negotiations. YinWar and JaFirst are also tempting prospects, I would imagine. Especially Ja.

It's this "new pair to GMMTV" announcement I'm most interested in, come October.

I think I'm leaving a key high heat pair on the table, but GMMTV also has a specific appearance and acting style they tend to cast for, and not all of the current indy heat pairs have that. Plus their are high value pairs that clearly do not want to sign with or work with GMMTV (OhmFluke for example) so that's a factor.

Finally, you KNOW they want to recreate the magic of GeminiFourth with young talent so I would bet they are actively recruiting high school grade pink milk via auditions, so we can expect one set of totally fresh faces.

Also tumblr ate half this post so I might have missed a few pairs worth discussing, because I had them but it deleted them. Don't blame me, blame tumblr, and leave a comment.

FYI my predictions for 2023 were as follows:

10 GMMTV THAI BL 2023 Predictions (and how I did)

(these are the ones I made last year before their announcements)

EarthMix (yes, 2x)

something with Joong but not paired with Dunk (nope, they tried the same thing again)

dito Jimmy (not sure what's going on there)

what the hell: Lee does a BL (still no, last man standing)

probably a new attempt at ForceBook (yep)

2 set in high school and fewer set in uni (yep/nope)

at least 1 set in an office of some kind and at least 2 set in the countryside (yep/sorta but mostly nope)

one experimental paranormal/alt reality/time slip (yep)

something Friend Zone messy featuring several LBGTQ+ characters and couples and higher heat (yep)

an attempt to resurrect big guns like TayNew (yep - if cherry magic happens) or even BrightWin (nope, they went for OffGun instead, who I had thought were out)

So here's my...

10 GMMTV THAI BL 2024 Predictions

First & Khao lead out something non-school and complex (GMMTV BL grows up)

ForceBook & GeminiFourth get new shows

Phuwin paired with someone else

GMMTV starts experimenting more with busting up and rearranging pairs

What the hell, Tay does a BL with not New.

We see Joong and Perth star in something GMMTV but not BL

GMMTV pulls in at least one established outside talent who plays harsh seme roles and has a more aggressive tone

GMMTV recruits/onboards an established pair who can and is willing to do higher heat

They option something v complex: crime thriller, mystery, suspense, historical even, I wonder if they might be interested in adapting say... Trapped.

JoJo gets to helm another "off brand" show

What I want them to do?

Finally admit that they can take an established script and "make it gay" and just LEAN in. Descendants of the Sun, but gay. Business Proposal, but gay. Home Town Cha Cha Cha... but gay. Thailand has the latent pool and the screen time but they don't have the scripts/stories.

Time to look to Korea and just fill in the gap that Korea is already leaving on the table (by only doing short form BLs).

Korea has the romances. Hundreds of them. MANY of which are not gender dependent.

Can you fucking imagine if Boss & Babe had been that exact cast but GMMTV doing a gay Dali and the Cocky Prince instead? It would have been amazing.

(source)

#FYI that seriously awful bug: undo hotkey deletes half your post is still there #tumblr why you onboarding us to a new ux that is 3x as buggy as the old one?#pure speculation on GMMTV #ForceBook #EarthMix #Taynew #FirstKhao #geminifourth #pondphuwin #GMMTV 2024 #GMMTV predictions #how wrong can I be #GMMTV Jojo #bible wichapas #Lee Long Shi #NetJames #ABL gets wordy #I have THOUGHTS

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 year ago

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The Carnival - Charles Leclerc

<word count - 2554> |part 1 - The Elevator|

Sunday rolled around slowly, and you couldn't have been more excited. It was a cold winter's night, so you wrapped up in a scarf, beanie and the largest coat you owned. Charles said he'd be there soon, and you expected to meet him in the lobby downstairs.

Just as you were about to leave your apartment, there was a knock on the door. You rolled your eyes, not having the time to deal with anyone right now. But when you opened the door, you were greeted with a sight for sore eyes.

"Sorry, I'm a bit early," he smiled, standing in front of the door with his hands in his pockets. He had glasses on and a black turtleneck on under his jacket. He looked incredible. "Don't worry, I was just coming downstairs to meet you,"

"Well, I came to you. We're taking the stairs, right?" he chuckled, stepping aside to let you out of the door. "I am never taking that elevator again," you responded, earning a further laugh from Charles.

"I can wholeheartedly agree on that," he said, starting to walk with you down the hall, and then down the stairs. As you walked down the street, you were itching to ask him all different kinds of questions. But, he got there first, "Would you be alright telling me a bit about yourself? Like, what kind of things to you like to do?"

"Well I really like reading, and I love baking, even if I might not be that good at it. You?" you smiled, walking closely by his side as your shoulders occasionally touched."I love driving and cars and that kind of thing. I can take you for a drive someday," he said, enjoying the fact that you didn't know who he was.

It permitted this freedom with you, and there were no expectations to be whoever she thought Charles Leclerc was. He could tell her whatever, and she'd believe him because she didn't know otherwise. He was a complete stranger to her, just like she was to him.

He didn't have to live up to whatever image she might have had in her head, because there wasn't one there. This was one of the few chances he got to sculpt his own picture out of a fresh lump of clay.

"I like cars too, I might not have one, but I like driving them," I said, looking at him. The sun had just set in the sky, leaving a dusky haze over the street you were walking down. The street lamps were on now, and even the harsh yellow glare looked good on him.

"And I'd like you to take me for a drive, that'd be fun," you nodded, "Where are you from? You have an accent that I can't quite place," you asked.

"I'm from Monaco, and I spoke French growing up, so that's probably what it is," he smiled. You like the accent, there was no point in denying it. You should have guessed it was French. "That's really cool," you said.

As you rounded the corner, you were hit with a barrage of brightly coloured, flashing lights coming from the parking lot where the carnival was. Your eyes lit up at the sight of it, and it reminded you of when you were a kid.

Charles adored the way your eyes twinkled as you saw the lights, and the pure joy that spread across your face was priceless to him. "Come on!" you squealed, grabbing his hand without thought and dragging him towards the lights.

The joy and happiness that was on your face was unlike anything. It was the kind of joy that couldn't be captured in the most heartfelt words of a poem, or the most perfectly calculated brush strokes of a renaissance painting.

As the colour reflected on your face, it painted it in all the shades of glee over your skin. It was a look that was so infectious, that spread the same amount of contention to whoever was lucky enough to lay their eyes on the sight.

You pulled him through the entrance, and your mind couldn't make up where to go first. "Where do we want to go first?" you asked, wanting him to tell you where to go.

"Food first? I'm pretty hungry," Charles said, pointing towards the line of food carts and stands that were all connected by strings of warmly coloured fairy lights. "Sure, sure," you said, itching to go on all the rides and play the games.

"How do hotdogs sound?" he said, spotting the hotdog stand and deciding that was what he wanted, and nothing else could hit the spot like that could. "Great, yeah, that's good," you said, walking with him to the stand.

"Which one do you want?" he asked, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and getting ready to order. "Oh, a classic, please," you smiled, getting your purse out of your bag. Charles ordered the hotdogs, and you stood to the side to wait for them to be ready.

"How much do I owe you for those?" you asked, rifling through the notes in your purse.

"Nothing, nothing. My treat," he smiled, pushing your hands away and back towards you.

"Well thank you,"

"No problem," he said as your ticket number was called out. Charles stepped forward, plucking the cardboard containers out of the person's hands and handing one to you. It was topped with relish, ketchup and mustard and it was to die for.

"What do you want to do after this?" Charles said as you wandered around, munching away at your hotdogs. "Is that even a question?" you laughed, and he already knew the answer. As if on queue, the popcorn stand appeared in front of you as you pushed through the crowd.

"OK, OK, popcorn it is," he smiled, finding a bench for you to sit opposite each other on. You hadn't even seen his face that often, since you had only ever really sat next to him, never in front of him. His side profile was nothing to turn your nose up at, but getting to see the full thing was wonderful.

He just had those eyes that had a quality about them. It was that tiny glimmer within the deep green that told you that you had found someone special. Maybe he was just destined to be a friend, but whoever he was supposed to be, he was someone who you wanted to keep around.

"Are you ready to embark on a journey through taste and take on an adventure of the senses?" you said, finishing off your hotdog and standing up as if to usher him along. "If by that you mean the pick your own topping popcorn stand, then yes, yes I am," he giggled.

You put the cardboard containers in the bin and skipped beside him as you approached it. You both scanned the menu and you had trouble deciding what you wanted. "What are you getting?" you asked, hoping it would give you some ideas.

"I'm thinking melted chocolate and brownie pieces," he nodded, also thinking the hot sauce sounded interesting. "OK, I'll get salted caramel and whatever the heck 'marshmallow fluff' is," you said, stepping forward to order.

"I've got it," he said, standing in front of you.

"No, you got the hotdogs, I'll get these," you told him, smiling at the person behind the counter. Before you knew it, the both of you had the classic red and white carnival popcorn containers in your hands.

"And now, the reason we came here in the first place," you excitedly smiled, standing out of the way of the people. "Maybe I actually just wanted to spend some more time with you," he flirted, watching as a pink blush tinted your cheeks. "As if, popcorn comes above everything in life," you said, and he shook his head at how wrong you really were.

"On three," Charles grinned, picking up one of the pieces that was covered in melted chocolate and had brownie bits sprinkled all over it. "OK, here we go," you said, excited to try the famous popcorn that had been recommended to you over and over again.

The both of you took your piece, and you tried not to let out a squeal of happiness. The salted caramel perfectly combatting the near overbearing sweetness of the marshmallows. "This is the best thing I've ever eaten," you said, immediately going for another piece.

"Oh I definitely agree," he smiled, adoring the look on your face. The elation that you had just over a little thing like popcorn. "Can I try some of yours?" You smugly smirked, your fingers slinking closer to his popcorn.

"Absolutely not," he said, swatting your hand away and stepping away from you.

"Come on, you get a piece of mine, I get a piece of yours," you bargained, shuffling back next to him. "Well you never said I could have some of yours," he told you, stealing a piece of yours. You took one of his, and it was pure chocolate heaven.

You had had chocolate and popcorn before, but this was somehow better than the salted caramel and marshmallows. "I kind of prefer yours to mine," he said to you, and you nodded in agreement. "And I prefer yours to mine," you said, and the both of you swapped.

"This is better," he smiled, leaning against the fence behind you. After some time, you had both finished and were ready to play some carnival games. "Time for the coconuts," you said, stopping in front of a stand that had aluminium cans stacked up high.

"You don't have a chance here, Y/N," he challenged, picking up a coconut to throw at the cans. "You're sure about that, Charles?" you teased, also picking up a coconut.

"I have never been more sure of anything in my life," he winked, throwing a coconut and knocking off the top cans. "That's how you think you're going to win?" you mocked, knocking off the top three cans with a smug grin.

"Right, you may have had a better start, but it's all about the finish," he smirked, knocking off the rest of the cans in a second throw. You just side-eyed him, knowing you had to clear off the rest of the cans to beat him. "Not so cocky now, are we?" he teased, folding his arms, unable to wipe the proud smirk off his face.

"Just wait, just wait," you said, aiming for the dead center of the cans and throwing as hard as you could. But you had given it too much power, and you missed the cans completely. "I'm waiting," he mocked, and you whacked him playfully in the arm.

"Keep waiting," you said, setting yourself up for the third and final shot at the cans. You sent a few more cans clattering to the ground, but not enough to win. "You'll have to do better next time," he teased, adoring the way you pouted and stomped up to him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Now I want to go on the waltzers," you said, strutting away from him, and you gave him no choice but to follow. "What if I don't want to go on the waltzers?"

"Then you'll have to stand and watch as you hold my bags," you pouted, standing on the steps of the waltzers. "You coming?" you said, crossing your arms as the bright strobes of the ride danced around you. "I guess I have to," he playfully rolled his eyes as he stepped on with you.

You got comfy as they started bolting around the track, spinning uncontrollably. You kept on screaming, and Charles could have sworn he was going to go deaf. As the car span round, you gripped onto his arm as you clung onto him for dear life.

The hand attached to the arm you were clinging onto found your thigh and grasped it tightly. He felt grounded, even if he was spinning so fast he thought he might puke when he got off. As the ride slowed to a stop, you both sat there to catch your breath for a second, not making any effort to move.

You fully rested your weight onto him as he turned to his side, seeing the look of excitement on your face. "You enjoyed that?" he asked, gently squeezing your thigh.

"Yeah, I love it! How about you?" You laughed, sitting up properly, still holding onto his arm. It was really loud in there, so you were both shouting at each other, and your voice felt hoarse. "It was great," he smiled.

Sure, the ride was good, but the best bit was you feeling comfortable enough to grip onto him and let him rest a hand on your thigh. "I think the fireworks are starting soon," he said, standing and holding his hand out to you.

You took it as he helped you out of the car and walked you over to the fireworks. "It's kind of cold out here, or is that just me?" you asked, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and warm up a bit. "You are always cold, huh?" he asked, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

You wrapped an arm around his back, allowing yourself to move into his embrace. You wandered to a good spot to see the fireworks, and you noticed how you blended in with the couples, who were all pressed close to each other.

You didn't stick out in the slightest, the pair of you cuddled close as the countdown to the fireworks began. Before long, the dark night sky was lit up in shimmering golds and bright colours, the light casting down onto your faces.

Charles watched you as you gazed up in bewilderment, your eyes following every flash of colour in the sky. You felt eyes on your face, and you turned to your side. You noticed Charles look back up to the sky as you caught him.

"You OK?" you asked, ogling his face.

"Yeah, I'm brilliant. I just-" he started, cutting himself off out of embarrassment. He didn't want you to think he was moving too quickly, but he just couldn't resist saying what he wanted to say to you. "I just wanted to say thank you for tonight, I have had the most wonderful time and I'm really glad I met you," he blushed, and your heart skipped a beat.

"Well thank you for tonight, I haven't had this much fun in years," you told him as he slowly leant forward. He stopped, waiting for you to initiate something. He needed to know you wanted it, you wanted him.

There was no doubts in your mind as you closed the gap between you and sealed his lips in a kiss. It was soft, loving, near on passionate. You could see the reflections of the fireworks in his eyes, and it accentuated the colour of them.

Neither of you said anything, you just gazed into each others eyes as he tugged you impossibly closer to him. As you snuggled under the glittering night sky, you knew you had found the most specialist of someone's in the most inconvenient of situations.

Charles knew it too, as if your minds were thinking in sync. He planted an affectionate kiss on your forehead, and now that he had you, he was never going to let you go.

A/N - If you have made a request that hasn't been fulfilled yet, just know that they are all I am working on now! And if anyone has anymore, feel free to submit them! 💖

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g4l4xy-qu33n · 1 year ago

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Hello! So I'm new to your blog and I have to say that I LOVE it already, keep it up! :D

I don't rlly know if you're taking requests rn, but oh well, worth a shot. Can I request some platonic or romantic (it doesn't rlly matter) hcs with TADC Caine? I just can't get over this silly man and I'd like to read more about him!

Hi!! Yes, requests are open! (I should probably specify that - sorry!)

Also tysm!! It's so nice to hear that someone likes my blog <3

A/N: I've never written for the silly teeth man before, but his personality came really easily to me - for some reason. Of course, as usual, these are all my personal headcanons for him, so please please please don't get mad at me if I 'got something wrong'. And also, this is written with afab reader in mind, but it can apply for any gender reader you like, as no pronouns or specific descriptions are used!

Warnings: Mentions of smut, and smutty activities. Apart from that, nothing but pure fluff and showman-style romance!

Romantic Headcanons for Caine!

(I couldn't think of anything I could write for platonic, I'm a lot better at romantic-)

Starting off, I definitely think that Caine is a romantic type. (What showman wouldn't be?)

Caine would favour you over all the other circus members, and deny it if he gets called out.

He would exempt you from adventures that you don't want to do, and instead take you out for a fancy candlelit meal at the digital restaurant shown in the pilot.

Think fancy wines, lavish suits or dresses, romantic jazz music played by a digital band, and candles. Tons and tons of candles just floating while you two eat the best digital food of your life.

And dessert? Angle Food Cake of course, made specially by him or bubble.

You'd dance to the music, ballroom style, with a few dips and extra special moves included.

Every time you would go out with him, he'd give you a gift. Maybe a fancy brooch, or a piece of jewellery encrusted with jewels and plated by gold.

Fancy outfits are also to be expected.

You'd be given the luxury of a larger, more secluded bedroom as well!

The bed would be adorned with silk sheets and a bed canopy, most likely in red to remind you of him.

And I'm not sure if you want nsfw, but the nights you guys would spend in that bed would be fun, to say the least.

He'd happily indulge whatever you're into. Ai's are always wanting to learn new things, after all.

He'd spoil you rotten, both in bed and out.

When it comes to affection, he's a good mix of a lot of different types of affection.

As stated above, he's a gift giver, but also big on acts of service.

He's a big believer in words of affirmation, but not too often. Don't wanna give you an ego. (Although with the way he treats you, I feel like you would already have one depending on your personality)

He would love calling you pet names. Traditional ones are his favourite, like darling, honey, lovely, dove, doll, etc.

When it comes to physical affection, he'd probably draw the line at holding hands and cuddles. Heck, even cuddles would be a bit too far sometimes. Maybe just an arm swung over your shoulder when you're watching a movie? Sure... you can lean into him as well, just not too far, okay?

And kisses are... a challenge. Depending on how you look in the digital world, kisses may be manageable. He has no lips over his teeth though, so if you really want to kiss him... uh, try your best. (Maybe just kiss his teeth?)

He'd definitely get flustered if you initiate anything or give him a gift, though.

Like he'd be all confident one second, and the next he'd be flustered and stuttering at your kindness.

He would also display your gift with pride for the whole circus to see!

That's the only thing the circus members'll see, though.

Caine would be fine being affectionate with you in private (if not too much) but in front of the others the furthest he would go when it comes to affection is pet names, or maybe flashing you a wink.

Not that the others really care though. I feel like they'd all be pretty indifferent to it, no matter how much affection you guys show.

If you bug him about it, he'd probably give in. Eventually.

AAA I'm so sorry I took so long! Home life has been crazy, but I don't really see that as an excuse-

And I hope you see this and like it! (And I'm also sorry it's a bit short-)

-Galaxy

#Caine x reader tadc #caine x reader #tadc x reader #tadc caine #caine #the amazing digital circus caine #the amazing digital circus #caine x you

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diluclover300 · 8 months ago

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Just One Week (8)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

also on my ao3: diluclover300

CHAPTER INDEX:

I H8 U

My Kinda Fun

Balance

{S] Awake

Eggs and Rice

Wait, but I'm broke

Couple's Discount

Waffles + Cream

CHAPTER 8: Waffles + Cream ....

There are a million questions you want to ask that large back in front of you, the person who hasn't said as much as a word ever since you left that store.

"Where did you, no, how did you pay for all of that?" Being the most obvious one out of them all.

"Why did you lie to me?" Being the one that generously weighs itself onto the back of your mind.

"Where are we going?" Being the most relevant.

"You bastard! Help me out here!" Being more of a plead as the sun shines onto those shopping bags you barely manage to hold. Then, as if to torture you further, your skin absorbs the merciless heat, eyes squinting against the sky.

"Why did you come here?" Being the one Gojo has already answered at the very beginning of your ill-fated encounter.

And last but not least...

"Why didn't you stop me?"

That's the one you really don't want to ask, let alone acknowledge as you follow behind his trail. Those occasional whistles he lets out are faint, each pitch gliding along the equally faint spring breeze. Perhaps it's not that you're afraid of asking.

You fear his answer.

You rotate your wrists as you walk down the sidewalk, warming the numbness lying in your arms. The fibers of each bag handle rub and scratch against the hair of your arms, overwhelming when paired with the blinding sunlight. As they do, you lift and tilt one arm after another, regaining your balance when the burdensome weight of the clothes shift back and forth along your anchor-like limbs.

You're more than sure that Gojo hears. That he hears the flapping, the small ripples of each paper bag - your obvious struggle. You are also positive that he has no plans in relieving that suffering, but you can't blame him either.

You'd wish such a fate on your worst enemy too.

There's an urge to speak, an urge to ask, however. You can't fight off your gut feeling, the responsibility to initiate conversation. You look up at him, watching as he takes a left, fully expecting you to follow. And you do, not bothering to put up a fight.

Quiet was nice, quiet was peaceful. There was comfort in silence, security in it's presence. You agree with that statement, and you strive for it... under normal circumstances.

Gojo Satoru was not your normal. Gojo Satoru was a nuisance, never once was he peaceful. Gojo Satoru, his presence, was one of danger, not security.

So ask. And you do.

You ask a question of relevance.

"Where are we going?" You quicken in your steps, trying your very best to catch up with his abnormal pace.

In that question lies a hint of regret as it sits in the air, ignored. That gets you to reflect on each and every event leading up to this moment, most notably your tears. Those beads, unpleasant as they fell, heavy as they sat on your skin. What a mistake you made, a grave, terrible mistake of showing Gojo Satoru your sacred tears, to bare your hidden agonies.

You vow to never shed a single pearl, to not let a single droplet of your suffering escape. Not in front of him.

"Hey," You say, the sound of rustling paper bags accompanying your voice. "Gojo."

Satoru can't help but think, his mind on a rampage with no set finish line, at least, not visible to himself. It's one hell of a marathon.

There are a million thoughts, a million tracks he must run across, past, and through to keep his sanity. Quite a difficult choice to make, and he's normally not a picky guy.

He'll run through all of them as fast as he can, with all his might, until his legs give up on him.

Alright. He gazes upon each track, preparing himself for the hardships ahead. Each track is painted in the same shade of...

You.

On pure instinct, his feet propel him to begin his jog, sucking in a hefty breath as he does.

This track, he can already tell that it's a tough one to navigate, the soles of his shoes imprinting onto the strange, thin paint. What is left of the track beneath him as he takes another stride is a pile of powdered pigment, full of irregularities and chips.

The track is as unfamiliar, as alienating as your distraught-ness left him. His steps slow as yours did, recalling the freeze of your figure admits the bustling crowd of people. The tremble of your eyes, how your eyebrows tightened against one another, fingers fisting themselves with such unwavering intensity.

Satoru takes in a shaky breath, one that could be mistaken for a gasp. The bend of his knees that his palms reside on remind him of your limpness. How he held your lifeless wrist in the heart of his hand. How your skin stuck to his. How your fingers mindlessly grazed, how they grasped his.

He sprints, the sweat piling onto his forehead then downwards. The least of his concerns as you consume him whole.

Was it right?

Was it okay for him to treasure something so tender?

His heels sink into this lengthy, unpredictable track, biting back the burn in his calves.

Five years. He tried to ignore it, tried to defy the laws of time.

You are not as you left him.

Gojo feels his heart pound along to the beating of his muscles. Those eyes, those foreign looks, those pitiful expression were his fault only. He was to blame.

He wonders if this was how you felt. Suffocated. If the walls of your ribcage and lungs collapsed against each other at that very moment. If he too could share an ounce of that pain. If he could ever gain the right to lift up that veil of misery you wear.

Though, he supposes that the brick, the pain that hits him, that has hit him hours ago was his share of what was yours. Pain.

Satoru wants to decipher you more than himself. If you were the last thing he could understand then, he'd...

He'd do it. He'd give it his all because he has never seen you like this.

Detached.

Another stride as he pushes forward.

Alone.

A definite gasp.

Different.

Just when he wants to give up, just when his legs stutter on this turbulent track, the finish line flashes before his eyes.

Gojo Satoru will admit it as he cannot deny the truth any longer.

Forward he moves. Run, he does. As long as his legs can muster.

You are unrecognizable. There are parts of you, familiar parts that have turned unfamiliar. There are sides of you which have never seen the light of his days.

The black-and-white checkered strip of tape rips at his waist.

You have changed.

He doesn't allow himself a break, determined as he travels, panting through each light jog he takes to the second track. A testament to his efforts.

Neither does it take him another second before his feet and legs glide and cut through the air, breaths steady as he paces himself.

Ah, he examines the deep shade of paint below him, one that absorbs his shadow. This track is easy. Shamefully easy.

Now this was something he didn't put much thought into, something that just came to him naturally. Satoru doesn't shy away, nor does he fight with his own body as he runs. It is that effortless.

As much as you have changed, as much as you've become unrecognizable, you still are as beautiful as you left him. Even more than he recalls. Time has aged you like the finest of wines. So exceptional that his heart pitters and patters with his flesh, creating a symphony only you could orchestrate. And this doesn't stem from his unruly pace, no, not at all.

Satoru hasn't discovered this until recently, but he feels lucky. The selfish kind, the kind filled with shame as he thanks the heavens for the loneliness that seems to follow you around. A loneliness so adamant that even the most ordinary of occurrences are ones of pure intimacy. A loneliness which unknowingly, subconsciously binds you to him, and him to you. A loneliness which keeps him on his toes.

Oh, he hopes and prays he's one of the few, no, the only pair of eyes set on the movie that is your existence. The entirety of it, for as long as it lasts, from the beginning to the very end. This odd wish of his, this secret of his, he has no idea where it stems from.

Not even those thick spurts of air filling his lungs could imitate it. Neither could they begin to satiate him as the image of you has. ]

Even as his legs pulsate, even as his skin bleeds the extremity of his efforts, painting his skin in such a disturbing, thick film...

You cut through them, these troublesome sensations.

Gojo blinks against the orange sun as he sprints, and all he sees is you. You, who is seared in the black of his eyelids and vision.

No matter how he looks at it, no matter how much he tries to paint himself as a fool in denial, no matter how much he knows he shouldn't - he does.

Satoru thinks it, he thinks, ponders, and finally settles on the thought he shouldn't. You, the girl who hates him as much as the heavens detest hell, you are everything he has ever wanted.

At first, he had to pinch himself. To check if it wasn't a dream, if the thick of his lens wasn't seeing the way that fabric sat, the way it flattered every inch of you. Slightly cinched at the waist, flowy and flowery in the skirt, breath-taking as it complimented the gold that is your skin.

To think it had been five years. Time has served you well.

If he were to go on, then he'd go on for centuries, he couldn't possibly-

Satoru trips. He tumbles on his shoelace.

He couldn't possibly forget those tears. How they stained you, how they peeked through the curtains, your eyelashes. How thick that stare was, a hostile force. One he couldn't stop.

With a short sigh, he fumbles with his shoes, knees bruised as he looks up to the new, undefined track before him.

Those tides that can't be ridden or surfed, hostile as they splash against the sand. Waves he has never witnessed, crests and troughs that are unfathomable.

With a firm wipe of his forehead, he tackles the ground before him, aiming to leap above the cracks.

He will get over this, even if it kills him, even if his body refuses to cooperate. Gojo Satoru was the strongest, he tells himself. He is Gojo Satoru himself, with the strength of the heavens above. Incomparable. Unshaken. Undefeated.

His hands leave the ground before him, the arch of his foot launching him forward. Nice. He can do this. He will do this, no matter what stands in his way.

No matter what, he will not falter. He will not crack as the ground beneath him does. Gojo Satoru will not... he will not...!

Why. Why did you cry?

He screams, an earth-shattering sound that disappears in the large stadium surrounding him.

Who? Who was it?

He falls, one foot shattering after another. Gojo Satoru has failed, his fingers grasping at the dust below him, nostrils inhaling the particles as his cheeks scrape against the rock hard floor. Purple and blue, the strongest is.

Weak, the strongest has become. Weak as he lies on the floor, body sprawled out as his thighs cut against the cracks of this track. The track he cannot run, the track he cannot figure out. A maze in disguise.

Those tears. Their cause. Your pain. Your agony. Your loneliness.

"Hey." You watch as he pauses in his steps, unresponsive. "Gojo."

He doesn't know. He can't know. You won't let him know a single thing. These mysteries will remain mysteries, and there's no way in hell he'll get to play detective either.

"Hello?" You wave a hand across his face, peering into his sunglasses. Was he daydreaming? "Hello-"

You. You who is in front of him, the person who is mirrored, reflected onto his pupils. You, who he has sought out for months. You, who has crossed his mind without fail. Every. Single. Night.

Who were you? Did he know you? Did you know him?

"What?" It's a response, cold-hearted in it's nature. As if he calls out to himself as he glances at you, then at the buildings around him. Tall as they stand, thick as they sit.

Uh-oh. This was not where he planned on going, he only planned to wander off until he could figure it out, until he ran through his obstacles. Until he could put together this puzzle, unscrambled as it lies in his mind. But his surprise turns into one of acceptance because he can't piece it together, because this is where his thoughts lead him. To a destination that is unplanned, the destination that is fate.

He guesses this is what happens when he can't think straight. He ends up in the middle of Osaka, answerless, just as confused as you are.

"Where are we going? We've been walking for fifteen..." You sneakily take a look at that brand-new watch of his, with a thick leather strap and gold accents. What a useless way to show off, you personally think, and you would've said something about if he wasn't threatening you with those Six Eyes every five minutes.

"... fifteen minutes, that's how long we've been walking and..."

It seems he has also lost track of time along with his awareness as his thoughts formed tracks of their own. All because of you. Someone he does not know as well as he thought.

Satoru watches as you huff out your complaints, how you shoot him daggers with those eyes, squinting at him and then the sun before your lips continue to hack at his ears.

"- and I'm hungry, you didn't even offer to help me. You just kept walking, and -"

He knew this. How refreshing that tone is, that annoyance of yours, a good friend of his. The way your arms almost flail around to further express your frustration. The way your face molds itself to fit and depict your emotions. You keep going, on and on.

Okay. You're hungry with an roaring appetite. Satoru fumbles with his wallet, hand shoved deep inside his pocket as he does. You can't see it, or maybe you haven't noticed it. Yet. He awaits the question.

"- Ugh, these bags. They're heavy." You lift your arm up, a frown that he swears is a pout makes it's way onto your face.

Satoru searches around, and he finds it. The solution to his problem - you.

"Are you even listening to me-"

"Wanna eat waffles?"

"What? Are you just going to ignore-"

...

First of all, you had no idea you were apparently invisible to that monster. You were so clearly ignored, every word you spit out, each sentence nothing but a senseless source of noise to him.

And second of all,

"A table for two, please."

You never said yes to eating waffles!

"Of course. Right this way, sir."

The café is as weird as weird gets, each seat painted with waffle cones, the walls decorated with fried chicken and ice-cream stickers, and a small waffle-figure with googly eyes in the middle of each table. It's plain weird.

Reluctantly, you sit in the spot across from him, the only other spot available. Then you're trapped, a menu pushed towards your direction as soon as you're sat.

"Feel free to look over the menu while I get your waters. Excuse me."

You nod at the waiter, arms unwinding themselves when the shopping bags slip off your wrists and then onto the floor. What a relief, you've never felt anything like it.

"How cute. Y/N, look at the little characters."

Nonetheless, your euphoria is short-lived once Gojo's presence dawns on you from across the table. The hums he lets out are haunting, nightmare-ish as he fumbles with the menu, pushing down his glasses.

"Wow, this fried chicken dude looks like you. Just look at those eyes, they're so big and angry... it looks just like you." He turns his menu over, pointing at the stupid drawing.

It's ugly with the thickly-drawn eyebrows, hard to look at with the amount of crumbs on it. You're offended.

"Whatever." You grumble, pushing the menu back down onto the table. He chuckles.

This was anything but relaxing, the only normal thing in this place being the music on the speakers.

The menu doesn't intrigue you with the amount of waffle and fried chicken characters on printed on, and neither does the sound of waffles for lunch entice you. You'll pass, silently reaching for your phone.

Soon enough, you scroll through your social media feed, deciding this would be a decent, and a rather socially accepted (normal) way of shutting down conversation.

Well, you thought it was. He doesn't have any of it.

"You done looking at the menu? Already?" You're fast, more decisive than he's expected.

"I'm not getting anything." Nevermind. You don't even look up from that screen, bunched up in your own bubble as the screen illuminates your face.

A bubble so thin that he is tempted to pop it. And he would, but he refrains, looking from you to the menu below him.

"Okay. Have it your way."

You're a problem he has to continue solving.

...

You sip on the water placed in front of you, mumbling a small thank you to the waiter. The ice clatters against the rim of tall, then the straw as you swallow. God, you're parched, lips squeezing the life out that clear plastic straw as you drink and scroll down the bottomless pit that is social media.

Right now, you're forced to listen to Gojo's chirpy voice as he orders, forced to see his smile from the corner of your eyes.

"Can I please get..."

He must love the sound of his own voice, you think, internally groaning as his order strings on and on. The cadence of his smiley, cheeky, and choke-able voice talks and talks for ages. Your thumb presses onto your phone without much thought, eyes sucked into a video of someone's white cat dancing along to music you can't hear.

It's been well over three minutes now, and you're astonished. Were you imagining it, or was he listing off the whole menu at this point? What a crazy-

"The chocolate croffle with extra sprinkles, and then, uh, was it the cheesy, no, the pizza waffle - yes, that one."

What a crazy combination.

Your stomach coos, a sound only you hear when your organs both fail and torment you.

That chocolate croffle, oh, you could only imagine it's taste, how the chocolate would melt against your tongue. Defeated, you pathetically swallow down your own spit, fingers prodding at your forehead once you take another scroll at your phone. Your eyes bore into the random video of a cat rolling around on the floor.

"Also, I wanted the brownie waffle, the one that comes with an ice cream scoop, and the, um... what was it? The one that came with fried chicken, right? The Korean one, god. I just can't remember the name." Gojo rambles, pointing at the menu.

You anticipate the answer, the suggestion sounding delectable.

"The waffles that come with our Korean fried chicken?"

You unconsciously lick your lips, back hunched over, stuffing your face into your phone.

"Yes, that one. Thank you." You hear him slightly laugh his words out, catching how he rubs his neck. "That'll be all."

You frown as your stomach twists in on itself, fidgeting with your phone like a kid in a grocery store.

"Alright, I'll get that right out for you, sir."

...

You're hungry, growls growing louder with each plate clattered onto the table.

It's an assortment, an array of colors and waffles. From sweet, savory, and salty, to a mix of flavors as your phone begins to serve as a shield instead of a form of entertainment. You want nothing more than to chuck it out the window and dig into the food you flat out refused to order.

"Sweet." Gojo flashes a smile at the waiter, and you swear she's giggling like a schoolgirl. "Thank you."

Oh, her face is getting red. For him? For that man?

"Of course." Oh, you don't know whether to hurl at the sight or laugh, so you seal your lips shut, stomaching the scene that unfolds. Those pale cheeks look like strawberries, and his dorky grin only grows wider and friendlier.

Were you third-wheeling right now? Seriously?

You want to crawl underneath the table, but before you even get the chance to, she walks off with such cheer in her steps that you'd think she had almost got his number or something. Gross.

Either way, you're thankful that his smiles clears up otherwise your favorite song would be tainted with the memory of some waiter kicking it off with your arch nemesis-

"Tie me up so I can't escape, Hold me tight and shake me up, so that I can't come to my senses-"

You sit up straighter, your phone discarded at the song, and if you were a dog, your ears would be perking up at the sound.

"Kiss me on the lips, so I can't breathe."

It's no mistake. That is the new XXX song playing on full-blast. Your eyes dart from the waffles, from a Gojo Satoru that stares right back at you, then at your phone on the table.

"I'll swallow you deep now, the whiskey that is you."

You cough, patting your chest at the lyrics.

"Peaches and cream, sweeter than sweet-"

Your mouth waters and you swallow. A thick sound, one that you can't control.

Ah, this was going to be awkward. Your favorite song, and your favorite band from high-school was going to be tainted by the memory of this - hungrily staring at Gojo's food.

"You're too sweet, you taste so-"

"Isn't this that one boyband you like?"

You look up from the food in front of you, then at him, who patiently awaits your answer.

"Y...yeah." You confirm his suspicions, diverting your attention to the half-empty glass of water that sits next to you, sipping away.

Satoru slowly nods, not paying much mind to the lyrics. It sounded familiar, like the music that came out of your earbuds yesterday. Those falsettos and that catchy tropical house beat is what he mostly remembers, other than being caught off-guard, by well, you.

"Okay, it's time then." He declares, and you'd rather not question it, keeping to yourself as he pulls out his phone.

You do not care what it is, and you certainly will not-

"Come on," He taunts, holding his phone up with both hands. "Pose for the camera."

Your curiosity gets the best of you as you make direct eye contact with the camera pointing directly at you.

What the hell?

"No." You cross your arms, bringing your hand out to the phone as he uses his fingers to pinch and zoom at his screen. "I'm not taking a-"

"What about a selfie, hm? Does that sound good?" You can sense him point the camera up high before you actually look into it, seeing his and your face in the screen.

You make a face, lips curling down as your eyes tighten up.

"Oh, come on." He pleads, and then you notice that peace sign with not two, but three fingers. "Please-"

It sticks out like a sore thumb, it takes you back to your high-school days. When Satoru always posed like that for class pictures, how it spread around like wildfire. The selfie pose of the century.

How nostalgic.

"You still do that?" You don't mean to, but it comes out before you can think it through.

"Huh?" You've given him an opening, he realizes as he turns to face you, camera lowered. "Whaddya mean?"

You roll your eyes, wishing you had kept your mouth shut.

"That." You repeat as if it'll make an idiot like him understand any better. "I'm talking about that."

He's so close. Satoru is so close, he's about to win his prize by acting a fool. There's no doubt about it.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't?" You can't believe it. Not for a single second.

"Nope. No clue."

You sigh when he looks at you dumbly.

"Oh my god-" You become frustrated, eyes directing at the sign he holds up. "This, it's that-"

You give up, imitating how he holds out his thumb along with those two fingers.

Bingo.

"Like this-"

SNAP.

You can't even process it, that's how quick he is when he brings out his camera, fingers hovering over the shutter button.

"Gotcha." He snickers, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "You fell for it."

You blink.

"You- Gojo, you can't just-"

"Too bad because I just did." Satoru shrugs, leaning in to take a bite out of that sweet little chocolate croffle with extra sprinkles. The plate you were feasting on with your own two eyes. It's ruined.

He tears it apart with his teeth, chewing the waffle of your dreams and swallowing it down with a swig of water.

"Delete it." You snap out of your trance, blinking as you're forced to choose between each conflict- your stomach and that damn selfie. "I mean it-"

Your stomach growls like a lion's roar.

"Just eat." He says in-between bites, burying his grin underneath a face full of food.

"I'm not-" Another growl, one so ferocious, one that rips through the music. How humiliating it is when you bask in your own embarrassment, your bodily reactions giving you away.

"Are you gonna eat?" He places his waffle down, patting his face with a napkin before putting it aside. You sit there stubbornly, as still as a stone, miserable and hungry as your eyes glue themselves to the floor.

That's fine. Satoru knows how to solve you, his special problem.

"Should I feed you?"

You don't budge as your eyes move. You won't fall for it, not this time. He thinks he's so smart and witty, but really he's not. Not in the slightest, and you'll prove it.

"Aw, look at you. Open wide." He coos, pulling the brownie waffle off the plate next to him. This will be fun.

You'll prove it. You will not be swayed. You will not do as he says.

"Here comes the airplane. Say 'Ah'.." He reaches over, voice dripping with honey as his eyes warm behind those sunglasses of his.

Like hell you would.

"Come on."

Great. You're stuck in the middle of this terrible role-play scenario, frowning when he presses the waffle at your lips, arms tightly crossed. People are staring, you're well aware.

"Why are you feeding-"

Good grief.

Your words are muffled when he pushes the thing in your mouth, hooking it against your teeth. You hold and bite onto the waffle, ripping a piece off with your teeth because you feel obligated to not let the delicious thing go to waste.

"Oh? Good job." You shrink in your seat when he coos, muttering curses to yourself when you see him bring a spoonful of ice-cream to your lips. He's surprised that you play along, eating so well when he proposes to feed you.

"Open wide."

Fine, you lose when you don't talk back. You lose when your lips wrap around that damn spoon, the ice-cream thick as it pools against your tongue, pulling away once you've swallowed.

"Yeah, just like that. Good." Satoru feels full just watching you eat, more than satisfied when you chew your food good and swallow equally as well. He's never done anything this fun before.

This unexpected taste, the explosion of flavors against your tongue as the sugar-high rushes to your head. You don't just like it, you love it, skin melting when the hint of vanilla ice-cream ghosts around your tongue.

You don't have the time to feel embarrassed or offended when you reach for the spoon in his hand. Satoru lets you have it, not wanting to put up a fight. You're eating and that's the only thing that he cares about.

"I can do it myself, thanks." You grab the bowl of ice-cream, shoving another spoon down your throat.

"You eat well." He responds, resting his cheek on his palm as he observes you. "It's a good thing."

Damn it. Your skin burns even when the cold of the ice-cream hits your teeth. You hate it, you'd do anything for it to go away. At the very least, the endorphins rush to your brain and you feel okay for a bit, eating away.

"I know." You subconsciously begin to shrivel up at his stare, scooping another spoon of ice cream. Gojo doesn't take a single bite, eyeing you down as if his goal was to set you on fire.

Way to make you feel guilty.

"You're not eating?" You're inclined to ask, already halfway through that ridiculously sweet brownie waffle.

"What? Are you worried about me?" Satoru scoots forward, tone mocking. "I'm flattered-"

"You have a sweet tooth. I'm not worried about you." You swallow, stirring around the ice in your glass with a teeth-marked straw.

It takes a moment, one of silence, when you begin to mull over your words. Gojo grins from ear to ear, his glasses loosening as it slides down his nose bridge.

"You remember that? For real?" Great. Now he thinks you care, he's beaming.

Oh, you regret it because you've admitted to remembering, feeling small in your seat.

"You do. I'm glad." Satoru concludes, turning to catch the waiter's attention.

You don't say a thing.

....

You were right. Gojo Satoru has a sweet tooth, and a large one at that when the waiter brings not one, but two cans of whipped cream to your table upon special request.

"Thanks." You watch as they exchange another cheesy, gooey interaction. Another, "Of course." before she shyly nods and walks away. You wonder if he's doing it on purpose or if he's just completely oblivious.

It's the latter, isn't it?

Maybe this was your doing, your fault as Gojo clicks open the can of whipped cream, oozing the white fluff in his mouth. The sight is unappetizing, and you let him know.

"You're gross." You mutter, grabbing the other can to spray on a plain waffle.

"What're you doing? I already opened one."

You watch in horror as he sprays the same can he's put against his lips on your food, the can in your hand slamming onto the table.

"What?" He gulps down a glop of cream, licking the corners of his lips clean. "Something wrong?"

You give him a soulless stare, looking down to the now contaminated waffle then at him.

"You're the worst."

"Huh?" He points at himself in disbelief. "Me? What did I do?"

He's right. What did he do? He's been nothing but generous, nothing but kind. He even put cream on your waffles for you.

You disagree, tracing your memories back to those burdensome questions that tickle the tip of your tongue. The most obvious one of them all is the prisoner you release from the jail of your mind.

"Don't act dumb, you literally tricked me into thinking that I would have to pay for your clothes-"

"Our clothes." He corrects, stacking up all the empty plates around him into a tower before his eyes land on the waffle he so lovingly garnished. "Finish your food."

You were not going to let him ignore you. Not again, you promise yourself as you scarf down the rest of your food, face full of cream as you talk.

"How did you pay? You tricked me into thinking-"

Satoru yanks you by the chin, causing you to let out a strange noise, one that is muffled when he presses a napkin under, over, and across your lips.

It burns when the sweat of his fingertips caress against your jaw. It disgusting when your skin blends with his.

It hurts.

"I didn't trick you. It just felt nice to have someone... uh, how should I put it?" You try to pull away, but his fingers don't let you go, looking at him when the blue of his eyes flicker against his glasses.

"I wanted to show off." He swipes a firm press against your nose before his grasp loosens, laughing as you get up from your seat. "You know, I'm rich. Super-"

"Then pay the bill." You grab your phone, slinging each bag right back onto your arms. "I'm leaving."

"I already did." He gets up to follow you. You turn away.

"Thanks."

You can't even look at him, biting the flesh of your mouth as you make your exit.

Huh. Strange.

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