Synopsis: After a tumultuous break up, you start going on dates again.
(Warnings: manipulation, implied verbal abuse, toxic relationships, yandere, dark) this is not the fem!gojo piece I promised yall bUT HEAR ME OUT FOR A SEC—
You hate how you stiffened after you saw she had blue eyes.
You will yourself to swallow it down. You were being ridiculous. You needed to stop being so paranoid.
You stand up, just as she makes her way to your table.
“Hi,” you say, “Ikezawa Saiko, right?”
She preens, clearly nervous. “Yes! Uh, just Saiko is fine.”
You have to bite at your smile. She’s cute. Already she was flustered, fumbling as she gets to her seat. Her brown hair lingered to her shoulders. She hadn’t done anything special to it, yet it was bright and glossy under the restaurant’s dim candlelight. The dress she wore was subdued yet clung to her figure perfectly. Saiko was effortlessly gorgeous.
Nothing like her, constantly swathed in the most expensive clothes she could find.
“Did I keep you waiting?” She asks.
“No,” you assure, “don’t worry about it.”
“Sorry—I—Sorry,” she apologizes again and not even her make up can hide the cherry red on her cheeks, “You’re just so pretty.”
You can’t help but laugh. You missed this. Honesty. No games. No hours of going around and around in circles, trying to figure out what she meant.
She thought you were pretty.
“Thank you,” you tell her, “you’re really pretty too. I like your hair.”
She averts her gaze, tucking a brown lock behind her ear. It’s a normal shade of brown. Almost black. You needed a bit of normalcy in your life after what you went through.
“So—“ you lift up a menu—“what do you do?”
~
Dinner went a lot better than expected.
Underneath her shyness, Saiko was extremely sweet. She listened intently when you spoke. She was polite, never once trying to break your boundaries or push you. She was more than happy to take whatever you gave her. You appreciate that in a woman.
Conversation was easy and lasted for hours. You hadn’t realized how late it’d gotten until the two of you walked out of the restaurant underneath the black sky.
When you revealed you took the cab here, Saiko immediately offered to give you a ride back. You accepted without much fuss.
You wanted to keep the night going.
“I really enjoyed hanging out with you tonight,” you told her in the car, “it’s been a while since I’ve had fun like this.”
“I had a lot of fun too,” she admits, keeping her eyes on the road.
“This was my first date in a while.”
You perk up at that.
“Just got out of a relationship?” You can’t help but prod.
“A while ago,” she tells you, “it took a bit for me to really put myself out there, again.”
She meets your gaze, then.
“But I’m really glad I did.”
Flirt. You don’t mind.
“Me too,” you say, “I think this is my first first date in three years.”
She hummed.
“Did they cheat?”
“What?” You ask.
“Your ex,” Saiko prods, “three years is a long time. I’m guessing they must’ve done something drastic for you to walk away.”
She catches herself then, “I’m so sorry, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to. I’m just nosy.” She gives an awkward laugh.
You normally don’t like talking about your last girlfriend. She brings up too many memories. Some good. Most bad.
Tonight, you’re slightly buzzed and you’re being a little less careful than usual.
“She didn’t cheat,” you assure, “If anything, she was obsessively loyal.”
Obsessed. Satoru was just obsessed. She would constantly cling onto you every time you come home. She’d text you all throughout the day. She’d get jealous anytime you talked to someone who wasn’t her. At first, you found it all extremely cute. She was smart, funny, insanely beautiful. She catered to you and only you. You thought you had the best girlfriend ever.
You thought you’d marry her someday.
But then everything started to get worse. She basically demanded your attention as soon as you got home from work, placating you to quit your job because she could take care of you. Texting turned to calls every other minute, and then frenzied texts if you didn’t pick up. Arguments would last for hours if you accidentally smiled at someone.
Your final straw was that tracker you found in your purse.
All things considered, Satoru was a walking red flag from the first day you met her. Even her friends gave it away. That doctor with zero morals and the cult leader of a best friend.
Saiko is still waiting for you to speak. You clear your throat.
“She was just…intense,” you say, “she wanted things from me I couldn’t give her. We fought a lot. The break up was really messy.”
You still remember that day. She was screaming at you, begging you not to leave her. Threats were hurled at you with zero care. You ran out of her penthouse apartment with the clothes on your back.
“You’ll come back to me,” it was the last thing she ever said to you, “I’m the only one for you. You’ll come back to me.”
She sounded so certain of it. Just remembering her words made you shiver.
“For a while after I couldn’t even look at people who resembled her. White hair. Blue eyes.”
Satoru needed help. You couldn’t fix her. She needed to fix herself. You just realized that too late.
You don’t notice how quiet Saiko got until a couple minutes later.
“Shit,” you swear, “just look at me: I’m talking about my ex on a first date.”
“It’s okay,” Saiko assures you.
A couple seconds later:
“Your ex sounds like a cunt.”
It’s the hardest you’ve ever laughed in months.
You’re still smiling when she pulls in front of your apartment. The car rolls to a stop.
You don’t make the effort to leave.
“Thanks,” you tell her again, ”for the date and this. It was really fun.”
“I’m glad you came,” she tells you.
Just when you reach for the door, she suddenly blurts something out.
“They’re fake.”
“I’m sorry?” You look at her.
She points to her blue eyes.
“Contacts,” she tells you, “I like switching things up every now and then.”
“Oh.” You relax. “What’s your real eye color?”
A coy smile grows on pretty lips. “I guess you’ll have to find out on our next date.”
You grin at that.
“I like the sound of that,” you say, “okay. Next time, then.”
Her eyes brighten. “Really?—ah” she reels herself in when she realizes how eager she sounded.
That honesty again. It’s such a breath of fresh air. For her sake, you hold in your laughter.
“Bye, Saiko.” You climb out of her car. “Text me when you get home, okay?”
She agrees, waving you off. She doesn’t leave until you’re safe in your apartment.
~
‘Best date ever’
She replays the night all the way home. Each word you spoke. Each time you laughed. She cataloged it all in your head.
Fuck, she wanted to text you so bad. Would that be too forward of her? You specifically asked her to text you but maybe you didn’t mean it like that. Was it just a formality or something more genuine?
At least, you wanted to see her again.
When she gets to her house, she decides she’ll shower first, then text you. She wants to get out of her dull clothes. She usually hates dressing up so bland but you seemed to respond well to it. She can live with that.
She kicks off her shoes, throwing her car keys in the dish.
Shoko sits on the couch, barely looking up from her phone.
“How did it go?” She finally asks.
“Good.” She beams. “So good. Everything was just perfect I—“
“That’s not what I was asking about, Gojo.”
She frowns. “It’s Ikezawa Saiko to you.”
“I’m not calling you that.”
Satoru shook her head. Okay, Saiko might not be her legal name yet, but it will be soon. Her friends should at least try to get used to it.
Suguru sits across from Shoko, looking equally as bored.
“That was really dangerous.” Satoru rolls her as as Suguru starts up her lecture again. “You’re only two months post-surgery, stressing yourself like this isn’t doing your healing any good.”
“That’s why I have one of the best doctors in the country on stand-by.” She gestures to Shoko. “Relax. I have it all under control.”
Suguru continues to stare. Satoru sighs.
“I know it was stupid…I was desperate, okay?” She hadn’t seen you in forever. She missed you.
Suguru shakes her head but doesn’t push further.
“How did it go?” She asks.
“I got a second date.” Satoru admits with a grin.
Neither look impressed.
“Right.” Shoko leans back. “So, how is this different than last time?”
“Everything’s different from last time.” Satoru stresses as she passes a mirror. She barely does a double take. She’s getting used to her new face.
Her surgeon was good. Extremely good. The weeks of covering her face in bandages were worth it. She barely recognised herself.
You thought she was a completely different person.
“I’m gonna do better, this time ” She insists, “I know I messed up before, but I’ll do better. I have to.”
The day you ran was the day everything fell apart for her. You were the only reason she ate and drank and breathed. Without you, life was pointless.
But you didn’t want her anymore. You didn’t even want to see her. You wanted a blank slate.
She could be that blank slate.
“What if you get found out?” Shoko prods.
“I won’t,” Satoru assures, “I’ll be super careful, trust me.” Her hair might pose an issue but she’ll be retouching it every 2 weeks—just before her roots show.
“No, this is very much insane,” Suguru comments, nonchalantly, as though she were discussing the weather.
“You are attempting to pull off some impossible plan that will ultimately fail. So? What then?”
Satoru balls up her fist. It won’t happen. She won’t lose you again. She’s sure of it.
But…if something does go wrong.
Well, she bought a house with a finished basement for a reason, right?
“It doesn’t matter.” She shakes her head.
She just knows that you two are finally gonna be together again—Forever, this time.
Wait, she’s forgetting something.
She rechecks herself in the mirror.
“Does anyone know where I can get brown contact lenses?”
it pains me to say it but the more people talk shit about the women who wear those shorts/leggings with the weird butt seam that looks like it gives you a terminal wedgie, the more compelled I feel to take the women’s side
and while we’re at it, I’m done worrying about cameltoe. I don’t have time to be pulling and tugging at my clothes all day. if you can see the outline of my pussy you should say thank you and go about your business
Have had tumblr for a year or more and still don’t know the difference of asking a question and submitting a post. But anyway me and my sisters were watching Toy Story 2 last night and the part where Jessie meets Woody for the first time. Him freaking out and Jessie just keep saying “ITS YOU ITS YOU YOU YOU!” Made me think this is how Lu or Charlie or both would react to seeing reincarnated reader. And reader being like Woody being so confused. 😂
I imagined it as Charlie 😭😭
You come to the hotel to check in and she gets the feeling that it's you. Something inside he just knows! And she freaks out!
"Mom!?"
You blink at her, confused. "Um... I'm sorry-?"
"It's you! Oh my gosh, it's you! It's you!"
"I-I'm sorry, I really don't understand-"
But her excitement gets the better of her. she takes your hands in hers and jumps up and down, announcing that you came back and she missed you so much-
And you're completely at a loss for words. Who the hell is this lady-!?
Thankfully though, Lucifer swoops in and keeps her from breaking the news about your identity too early. Gently prying her off you and creating some distance. Despite the fact that deep down he is sharing in his daughter's excitement. He wants nothing more than to run into your arms and embrace you after all these years... to kiss you and tell you how badly he's missed you and how lonely it's been without you-
"Um! Please excuse my daughter!" He says to you with a nervous laugh, placing a hand over his rapidly beating heart. Holy shit, you're so beautiful. And you're here! He's missed you so much- "She always gets very excited when a new guest arrives, uh, to take the big ol' leap towards redemption haha... right, Char-Char?"
He glances over at Charlie with a sad smile... trying as hard as he can to tell her with his eyes that she's not alone in her pain. He knows this is hard. It's hard to hold back. And he's with her.
Understanding, her look goes from excitement to slightly solemn. Remembering that you aren't fully aware of who they are yet.
"Uhm, that's right!" She agrees, mustering somewhat of a smile. "I'm just... very excited to show you around! Come with us, and we'll give you the big Morningstar welcome... together!"
You're hesitant at first... after that 'welcome' you just received, you aren't sure if you want to find out what their hospitality is like.
But when the man holds his hand out to you... you feel a strangely powerful urge to take it. Like something inside you is telling you that grabbing it means safety. It means home.
Tutu polyphon
Around 40 characters are represented. Translations and more close-ups under the cut.
To fit with the episode 14 character Nyājinsky (after Vaslav Nijinsky), the other real-life names are animalized as well (mostly in Japanese or English, like Gutenberg to Goosenberg, Taglioni to Toraglioni, etc.), so I included them with the German translations. And I don’t speak German, so feel free to correct me on anything.
Blumenwalzer = Waltz of the Flowers
Nussknacker und Mausekönig = The Nutcracker and the Mouse King
E. T. A. Hooffmann = E. T. A. Hoffmann
D. D. Druckerpresse = D. D. + printing press
Schwanensee Quellenforschung = Swan Lake Sources and Influences
Der geraubte Schleir = The Stolen Veil
Johane Kārl Auspist Musäugurs = Johann Karl August Musäus (hane = feather, kā = crow sound/ auspice and augur [bird omens] might be hard to pick out of the others)
Die weiße Ente = The White Duck
Alewander Arfaunasyip = Alexander Afanasyev (wan = dog sound)
Schwanenjungfrau Folklore-Traditionen = Swan Maiden Folklore Traditions
Umazurakōmorinosuke (episode 21 bat. His name in the credits is pretty funny, as he’s a hammer-headed bat, so he’s umazura [horse-faced], kōmori [bat], then nosuke, a suffix that gives off an assistant/administrative/old-timey vibe [it was originally a title used for samurai working as government officials in the Edo era], hence him being an assistant at the library circulation desk).
Der Märchenkönig: Ludcyg II. Biografie = The Fairy Tale King: Ludwig II Biography (cyg = cygnus [swan]. This influence is partially debatable, as some claims of it are due to Ludwig II’s 1886 lake drowning, which was after Swan Lake’s 1877 premiere [but to complicate things, the most common ending is from 1895 libretto, so it remains a possibility with any after]. But Tchaikovsky’s contemporaries did say he was inspired by Ludwig II, who was also known as the Swan King and an infamous Wagner fan and patron. Leading to Swan Lake’s many Wagner/medieval Germanic legend similarities, like the Siegfrieds in both the Ring Cycle and Swan Lake falsely confess their love to another woman due to the enemy’s magical deception and their unintentional betrayal of Brünnhilde/Odette causes all their deaths, Brünnhilde’s immolation and return of the ring to the Rhine’s waters lifting its curse compared with Odette and Siegfried drowning in the lake lifting the swan maidens’ curse [in later versions], Lohengrin being the Knight of the Swan, Gottfried enchanted into a swan by Ortrud, the relationship between swan maidens and either valkyrie or the Knight of the Swan in folklore, etc. Then, the swan theme is pretty undeniably derived from Lohengrin’s forbidden question leitmotif, and both represent impending tragedy as well).
Eichenbaum von Goldkrone = Oak tree of Kinkan/Goldkrone
Buchleute verboten = Bookpeople-banned (I’ve mostly seen them translated as “bookmen,” but they’re 図書の者 / tosho no mono, which doesn’t specify gender).
Pike Lilie
Trilby; oder Die Fee von Argyll = Trilby; or, The Fairy of Argyll (La Sylphide basis)
Charles Tsunodier = Charles Nodier (tsuno = horns or antlers)
Vorwort = Foreword
Ein Rezept für „Bravo!“ Spitzenschuh-Frikassee = A Recipe for “Bravo!” Pointe Shoe Fricassee (Rue mentions the legend of Marie Taglioni’s fans eating her shoes in episode 9. Tutu’s costume is also partially inspired by Taglioni’s in La Sylphide).
Marie Toraglioni = Marie Taglioni (tora = tiger)
Nachwort = Afterword
Schottenstoff pas de chat: die Grundlagen für ein haarfrei Kilt = Tartan pas de chat: The Fundamentals for a (Cat) Hair-free Kilt (pas de chat is a ballet leap meant to look like a cat [chat]).
Nyājinsky
Scheherausgabe = Scheherazade + publishing (herausgabe)
Das hässliche Entlein = The Ugly Duckling
Honks Chriswigeon Gandersen = Hans Christian Andersen
Goosenberg = (Johannes) Gutenberg
The next part (library checkout card on the right) can only be read on the unskewed version attached at the end.
Buch-Nr. = Book number / P22 / 16.08.2002 / 26.AKT (Akt = ballet act or scene. Used in Tutu’s episode titles)
Verfasser = Author / D. D. Drosselmeyer
Titel = Title / Prinz und Rabe = The Prince and the Raven
Ausgeliehen = Borrowed / Leser = Reader / Zurückgegeben = Returned
Uzura! (Fakir is correcting her writing)
15.AKT Autor 26.AKT (he’s testing out author’s signatures for his future tragic masterpiece)
10.AKT Waniko 26.AKT / 15.AKT Armajirō 26.AKT / 18.AKT Boayo 18.AKT / 17.AKT Montand 17.AKT / 9.AKT Yagiko-sensei 26.AKT / 19.AKT Lysander 26.AKT
21.AKT Marie und Clara 21.AKT (Two extras listed in the credits. Marie is the main character of The Nutcracker and the Mouse King, while Clara is usually her name in the ballet adaptation)
1.AKT Fakir 26.AKT (It’s supposed to look like his handwriting in episode 23. A cool detail in the show is that when he’s possessed by Drosselmeyer in 25, his handwriting looks different and much more sophisticated)
Schwanz (Uzura drew a picture of Ahiru as a duck and tried to write the word for “tail” [Schwanz], but instead wrote the word for “swan” [Schwan], so Fakir added in the Z)
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clark kent's favorite act of indulgence. (soft yandere! clark kent x gn! reader)
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a/n: can be read as either top/bottom or afab/amab reader. it's written vaguely because it's meant to fit with your narrative. unless explicitly stated, there's no mention of the reader's genitals here, only clark's service kink. i also just had the brilliant thought of clark servicing a chronically ill reader with mobility problems and i think that can produce something really soft and really intimate.
on another note, clark kent is also the type to willingly service you every time of the day whenever you're too exhausted yourself. if you want to sit on his face for hours then he'll encourage you to while donning that beautiful, bright smile of his. lay all your body weight on top of the man, pull at his hair while his lopsided glasses slowly start to fall out of the picture. he'll be gripping your thighs tight while you ride him like a bull, nearly cumming untouched without your assistance because the thought of pleasuring you alone makes him so aroused.
all you need to get him riled up is just simply moaning and telling him he's being so good for you.
if you want him to stroke you to completion then he'll practice finding the perfect angle, the perfect timing, if you prefer it faster or slower, if you like it when he teases, if he sucks on skin or kisses the back of your ears, if he whispers his own set of praises, everything— just so he could worship your blissed expressions afterwards; clark feeling a warm buzz in his chest because there's nothing more intimate to him than just seeing your content face after another orgasm he helped make you reach.
once you're that deep into your relationship, clark would have probably mastered not just what positions make you come best but also how to care for you after sex. he insists he's got endless stamina — which he does! there's no denying that — so there's no need to worry about him when he's already on the move to get you as comfortable as possible.
also, there's nothing better than the imagery of you sprawled out in bed, with no need for the bothersome act of opening your mouth, ordering him to fetch you something because he's already got the bath prepared, lights dimmed, a glass of water and paracetamol on the nightstand, your favorite snacks to munch on, and the bedsheets changed before you could ask— all while he wears a huge grin, happy to be of service to you.
you can try your best to mention your guilt for not trying as hard as him in your relationship, and yet he shuts you down before a self-deprecating word can escape from you with just a kiss on your sweaty forehead, arms already interlaced with your waist as he's already set to swoop you in the bathroom to clean both of you up.
it's irritating how sometimes, you can't get a word out. or how he always seems to outpace you before you can care for him for a change. but you also notice just how much at peace he always looked humming, closed-eyed with a shining smile battling hundreds of suns— just fruitfully thinking by himself whenever he'd boil water for the cup of coffee or tea he's making for you.
how he glows brighter whenever you praise him, tell him he's always done a great job time and time again.
to clark, knowing your body is just as important as knowing you emotionally. it's a way to spiritually bind you two. he sees your body as a temple to worship. every muscle, fat, scar, mark, mole, or burn— every inch of skin to him is as sacred as all the lives he's saved in his time as a hero. hence why every time it's his turn to pleasure you, he always makes sure to kiss every part of you he sees as beautiful, as praiseworthy, as deserving of veneration.
Dude I don’t care if Sarah is a pick-me girl and a bad friend, I wouldn’t wish Bear on her. That’s another thing I don’t understand about what I’m hearing and seeing from audiences that saw Obsession 😅
The “if only he’d given Sarah a chance” and “Sarah could fix him” makes me nauseous. The entire movie is about this entitled coward using a woman as a way of feeding his ego and filling the empty void of his life to her severe detriment. And you would allow another woman to be sacrificed to sustain him?
I would agree if she hadn’t been at the party and seen Nikki freaking out, screaming “it’s not me!” And hitting herself in the face with a broken bottle in an attempt to kill or maim herself. I think if, after seeing all of that, Sarah still says “I don’t want her to take advantage of you” to Bear, that her priorities are more than a little askew in favor of the guy she likes rather than her friend whose behaving erratically and disturbingly.
Can't say I didn't do MerMay this year. I'm not 100% happy with the end product, but I had fun regardless! Super cute character, I had a ton of fun drawing her. <3
If anyone is curious, this character is from a DTIYS challenge from heirofhislight on Instagram!
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