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âDrunk Words, Sober Thoughtsâ is the perfect quote to describe Lilia Vanrouge when heâs intoxicated. Heâs not a violent drunk, never has been and never will be, and heâs not overly affectionate either.
He simply says whatever is on his mind, without hesitation.
Apologies from things that happened hundreds of years ago, and outward âI love youâs when he notices that Malleus feels left out.
Youâve found him sitting in the Diasomnia Lounge with a glass of some form of alcohol in front of him. The glass was empty and he was surprisingly silent. He only smiled when you sat next to him.
âYou know, youâre so much different than I remember humans being.â
That was the first and only thing he said in the span of thirty minutes.
âI wonât prattle on with my old man war stories, kehe.â
He paused, looking over at you with a small smile on his face. Not the normal playful smirk you were used to, a genuine soft smile.
âYou, dear prefect, are special. Iâm sure you know that by now, donât you?â
Riddle Rosehearts was an upstanding young man, citizen, student, and person. Heâd never broken a rule and had the eight hundred and ten rules the Queen of Heartsâ had enforced memorised.
Books, tarts, and studies were some of his favourite things. And yet, slowly but surely, you were starting to add to that list.
The first person to notice was Trey Clover, who couldnât help the slight smirk on his lips when Riddle couldnât even lecture you for breaking rule number three hundred and forty-seven, not that Trey could remember which rule that was. Trey noticed how Riddleâs cheeks were dusted in a slight pink as he began his lecture, but slowly turned into a flustered mess as you simply waited for his lecture. Maybe it was a coincidence, but that didnât mean Trey wasnât going to figure out what it truly was.
The next person to realise something was off, was Cater Diamond. It was a very simple and small thing, but it didnât easily fly past Cater. You had brought a chestnut tart to an unbirthday party, and had forgotten about the rule due to the tiring expectations of Dire Crowley. Cater waited for Riddle to explode, or at least lecture you. Cater waited, and waited, and waited, and yet not a single word came from Riddle. Although, Cater wished heâd gotten a picture of Riddleâs flushed cheeks.
Almost everyone in Night Raven College knew of Riddleâs âtinyâ crush on you, including Grim. It didnât take long for Grim to slip up and murmur something in his sleep about âsilence in turn for tunaâ and you couldnât help but be curious.
Bright and early the next morning, you found yourself knocking on Riddleâs bedroom door within Heartslabyul. He opened the door, his attention mostly on the tie of his school uniform. He soon glanced up at you and his cheeks began to flush slightly.
âAh, Prefect. Whatâ What are you doing here this early?â
He asked, clearing his throat once, and then twice. You explained your reasoning for arriving at his door so early, and didnât miss his cheeks reddening more with each word you spoke.
Silence stood between you two for a long moment, before he cleared his throat and let out a small sigh.
âIâve found myself rather⊠pulled toward you, prefect.â
You didnât respond, so he took that as a sign to clarify.
âWould you⊠do me the honour of⊠going on a date with me?â
His face was redder than youâd ever seen before, even when he was angry. And of course, why would you ever say no?
Itâs rare to find the notorious RyĆmen Sukuna distressed or upset, and many almost consider it a myth. RyĆmen Sukuna was only a baby when his parents abandoned him, simply for being viewed upon as a monster; and such, he built walls taller than himself. Of course, those walls werenât impenetrable.
After all, he had Uraume, Yuuji, and⊠you. Even with all of his derogatory remarks and nicknames, it was almost impossible to miss the way his chest rumbled when you hugged him, or the way you could feel the vibrating of his vocal chords, akin to a cat, when you gave him any sort of affection.
Even after a millennia on this earth, there were still cracks in those ever-so-tall walls he placed around his heart. Only three. His nephew, his ever-loyal servant, and once again, you.
And yet, it still managed to surprise you when you walked into his chambers to find him alone. Not just alone, but silent and slightly hunched over. Here, he didnât have to put up the facade of a king, or a monster. Here, he didnât have to pretend.
It surprised you when you found yourself walking closer, and to which he didnât even notice. Or, maybe he did, maybe he simply didnât bother.
No matter the size of your hands, his were always larger than yours. He was always much taller, much larger than you.
A soft grunt escaped him as he managed to come back to reality once you placed your hand upon his broad shoulder. The silence had never been so calming to him before, so⊠sweet. He could taste the warmth from you in the air, almost like a delicious cup of tea when youâre sick.
He didnât speak, nor did you, not for a long while. And just moments before he spoke, he pulled you into his lap, holding your waist tighter than normal.
âI⊠love you. Despite how infuriating you can be.â
His voice was low, almost silent as he held you even tighter.
Moments like this were rare, but that only made it even more special when they did happen.
affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.
Poly!Satosugu with a partner whoâs a Maid of Honour/Best Man in a wedding
Iâll be a bridesmaid in my aunts wedding, and Iâm very excited for it. Iâm also like a half-Maid of Honour because Iâm helping with the planning and such lol, so Iâm making this :3
Satoru is SO excited. He can and he WILL threaten people to watch you in the wedding. He has no qualms spending hundreds of thousands of yen to made you look absolutely beautiful.
You can be a guy who wants to wear a dress, or a girl who wants to wear a tux, or all of the above. Satoru will NOT care.
Satoru Gojo can and WILL make whatever dreams you have come true, he doesnât give a shit if itâs not your wedding, heâll make sure you stand out in the BEST way possible.
Suguru on the other hand, spends 99% of his time up until whatever wedding youâre apart of holding Satoru back.
âIf the couple doesnât want to invite us, theyâre not going to invite us. You are not threatening anybody.â
âBut-â đ„ș
âNo âbutâs, Satoruâ
ââčïžâ
Suguru does happen to love watching you try out dresses or tuxes, he wonât say anything unless you donât feel confident. But in his head, he thinks youâre the most majestic thing to ever live.
The both of them may just sneak out of the reception an hour early just to take you somewhere quiet and silent to take their turns dancing with you beneath the moonlight.
Theyâre both a bit unique, sure, but theyâre lovely to be with.
You may or may not see them holding hands out of the corner of your eye as you walk down the aisle and give an encouraging grin to the groom.
part one / part two / part three / part four (youâre here!!!) / part five / ???
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Teaching Sukuna how to cook wasnât as simple as you expected it to be.
At first, he constantly told you about how he was the king of curses, and didnât need to cook for himself. And then, he used Uraume, saying that they could cook for him.
Of course, being the self-centred jackass he is, you knew this would come up; but you never really thought about him.. yknow, touching the stove.
You started off simple, with Kraft Mac n Cheese.
Heâll get it pretty easily, right?
Oh, just how wrong you were.
First, you handed him the pot and told him to fill it with water. And of course, he made a fuss about how he wasnât to be pushed around at his position.
Either way, he did it, obviously.
There wasnât a problem there, nor was there a problem them you showed him how to turn the burner on.
âThis contraption is odd.â He said bluntly, as if he wasnât over a thousand years old.
You gave a laugh, of course, before making small talk as you waited for the water to boil.
Once the water started to boil, you helped him pour the noodles in after taking the cheese packet out.
Although, his curiosity got the better of him and he simply put one of his fingers into the water. You immediately began to fret, after all, heâs just put his hand into boiling water.
âWhy are you panicking? Itâs simply warm water.â The King of Curses scoffed at your panicking.
Makes sense why his baths are hotter than the surface of the sun nowâŠ
These two men are both clearly very strong, stronger than your average Jujutsu Sorcerer, but theyâre also both so incredibly⊠stupid.
Theyâre very attached to each other and you, which is why, when cuddling them, youâre simply suffocating between them.
When itâs a particularly stressful day, or night, for any of you, youâre always squished between the two of them. And I mean squished.
Theyâre both fond of cuddling if everyone is able to be held, so youâre in the middle while the two men squeeze against you in order to hold one another as well.
If you happen to fall asleep, they loosen their grip. After all, they donât want to hurt you by squeezing you too hard while youâre asleep.
Now, if they both fall asleep, you may hear them talk in their sleep, Satoru more than Suguru. Youâll hear Satoru say so many things, talking about mochi, different types of cake, etc.
Youâve also heard Satoru mutter something along the lines of âdomain expansionâ before continuing to snore. You and Suguru are so incredibly lucky he hasnât accidentally set off Infinite Void in his sleep, both in the middle of the night and while napping.
Suguruâs sleep-talk is much cuter. He says different nicknames that he has for you and Satoru, and you havenât heard much else.
But either way, youâre pretty positive that they both dream about your little throuple constantly.