#fake ah micheal

[ataraxiaspainting]

There is an Uproar.

Yan Gojo x F Reader.

Synopsis: Satoru thinks you simply haven’t come around yet.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, threats of kidnapping, delusional Gojo, and manipulation.

Word Count: 3.2k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Six Forty Seven by Instupendo

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

Choke - Acoustic by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Breezeblocks by alt-J

Feeling Good by Micheal Bublé

Claus by Los Tres

Bleed Magic by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

This Could Be Us by Rae Sremmurd 

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

“You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.” – Nenia Campbell, Fearscape

*~*~*~*

Satoru came to your door with gifts again; mochi, bubble tea, bouquets of roses, keychains, jewelry, books… everything you could ever ask for he either had in his hands or would quickly get for you by whatever means necessary.

It’s a shame really that you refuse to show your true feelings for him, especially after all he has done to make you happy. But he can be patient when he wants to be, and so with a not-yet-broken heart, at least fifteen gift bags wrapped around both his clenched hands, and a chuckle he rings your doorbell twice. He could hear some shuffling from inside and a shout of coming.

The voice was high-pitched and cheery from the sound of it. His eyes lit up then as he smiled widely. But as soon as the door opened, his smile slightly faltered as his gaze met eyes he had never seen before.

The woman in front of him was not you. What was she doing in your apartment?

His first thought was to assume she was an intruder, someone who broke into your home, stole your belongings and money, hid you in a closet or under cement, and is pretending to be you for the time being. Well, he can’t be fooled so easily if that was the case. But he then chose to let the woman speak before coming to conclusions. Though she was wearing your cute Hello Kitty hoodie and utterly adorable My Melody headband and had one of your pore strips on her nose. She obviously knew you in some way, and so he in turn needed to know her.

The woman waved at him and slowly looked down from his face to the many presents in his hands. Her head turned then, a huh accidentally coming from her lips.

“Hello miss,” Satoru tries his best to be polite and not have any bias towards her, but it is indeed hard to do so. It is hard to not have any bias and not entertain the idea of snapping her neck, because he does not know her and she is not you. He does not recognize her from any of your friend groups, and it took everything in him to not sneer and glare at her and demand to know where you were.

“Hey,” She seems to try her best to be polite too, trying to hide her confusion behind a small smile. “Can I help you?”

Satoru nods, trying to put on an eager and friendly front. He then gestures towards the gifts in his hands and chuckles. He fakes almost dropping one for dramatic effect. It seemed like it worked because the woman gasped and then sighed in relief as Satoru caught it in time before it could fall on the floor.

“I am looking for [First], I thought she would be here.” The stranger nods, her smile becoming more prominent. As a result, his own became more prominent too, though his was fake. “I’m her boyfriend. Wanted to surprise her, you know?” 

He is technically not lying. He’s right if anything. Once you stop playing hard to get and fall into his arms, he’ll officially be known as such. He’s right, if only you stopped pretending to be so disinterested.

“Ah, I see!” The woman answers, her eyes inviting and curious. He sighs, faking a small sob and groan. She looked concerned then.

“If only she was here, I always love seeing her smile!” He closes his eyes, trying his best to look sadder than a kicked puppy. “I suppose she’s not here right now…”

With how the girl steps to the side, her hand gesturing towards the apartment hallway, Satoru knows that his plan worked.

*~*~*~*

“I’m Eve, her roommate, nice to meet you!”

“The same to you.”

“So how long have you two been together?”

“A long time, we’ve been together since our high school days!”

“She sure is lucky to have such a devoted boyfriend, huh?”

He laughs at the compliment, his back crouched a bit downward at an angle so he could be more comfortable walking about. Eve chuckles at his casualness.

“You sure got her a lot,” Her tone is sweet, another piece of proof to reassure Satoru that she trusts him fully. Until you eventually show up from wherever you have gone and start spewing lies, she will continue to be that way. You seem to not have good taste in roommates, it seems because Eve is far too naive for your safety. “Like a lot. Do you come here often? I just moved in so…”

Satoru doesn’t pay attention to her questions as he fantasizes about the day when you move into his place and you sleep next to him and wake him up with good morning kisses. A beautiful ring will adorn your finger one day, and you will enthusiastically anticipate his arrival from work while adorning the makeup he favors and styling your hair to his liking.

It was a small, cramped apartment, one definitely not worth how much money you rent it for. “I never get tired of how cute [First] makes this place. With both her presence and how she decorates everything. She has good taste.” He goes into the kitchen area, still having his arms hooked by the strings of the many gift bags, and looks around at the scented candles, dried flowers, and baked cookies on the table. “[First] made these, right?”

“Yeah,” Eve really is stupid, isn’t she? If he were a burglar she would be dead on the spot. How could she possibly protect you from any danger? He would obviously be a better housemate than her. 

Satoru leans towards the kitchen table and snatches a cookie from the cooled baking sheet, biting into it and chewing loudly. 

“Delicious, right?” Eve asks, giggling. She does not seem scared at all and seems to have no boundaries whatsoever.

He agrees, quickly devouring the entire confection and licking his fingers clean. “She’s always been a good baker. There’s a good recipe she knows for pie too. Maybe I’ll ask her to make it for me sometime…” He hums as he sets all the gifts down on the back coffee table. “She sure is a catch, wouldn’t you say? Her baking is one of the reasons I was so attracted to her in the first place.”

Your roommate nods. Satoru considers taking his leave now, but he has never been in your apartment during the day before. 

He may as well stay a while. It will be fun, he tells himself.

So, he walks into the living room and starts reading the titles of books on the shelving next to your writing desk. A lot of horror and romance books from the looks of it. Classic little you.

He then looks over to your computer. 

“So sweet, like a cupcake,” He touches the top of the laptop, his fingertips tracing the many rainbow stickers that cover it. You really are just the best, aren’t you?

Before he could open it though, he could hear keys jingling. You’re here.

“I’m back–” As if you were a sort of lightbulb running out of power, your cheerfulness declines smoothly and steadily, being quickly replaced by a cute sneer.

Satoru lets out a loud laugh. He adjusts his stance, placing a hand on his waist.

“Ah, [First], honey! Welcome back, I brought you some gifts!”

Instead of responding, you turn to Eve, your scowl turning into a simple frown. Advancing swiftly, you approach her, closing the distance with eyebrows ascending in sudden understanding. Eve, on the other hand, responds by tilting her head to the side, resembling a perplexed canine, in clear bewilderment of your abrupt outburst.

Gently, you grasp her hands within your own.

“Eve, I forgot to tell you something important.” You point at Satoru with a shaky finger. He simply chuckles in response, amused with how quick you are to hide your excitement. “Whatever you do, don’t let him in.”

Eve lets out a sound of surprise. “Huh, what, why?”

Your gaze meets Satoru’s and you look like you could hardly breathe.

“He is a stalker; he is always lying to people and saying that we are dating and are head over heels in love, but don’t believe him one bit.”

His eyes dart across the room as he loses eye contact with you and Eve. All the while, as his head darts from side to side, he pouts, puffs up his cheeks childishly, and leans back slightly against the wall, not too oblivious but subtle to his amusement. His face is a mask of innocence and confusion, trying to appear like he is not aware of what is going on–when he is very much aware of it and is silently enjoying it.

He loudly sighs and rolls his eyes, his hands sliding to his face as he brings them up to cover his sunglasses and mouth. He is trying to hide a smile, the act of which is just too much for his face to handle. He keeps shaking his head in dramatic disbelief and he turns to the side to lean against the wall harder as he puts his head down, shaking his head in exaggerated betrayal. 

Satoru tries his best to not laugh again, it would ruin his marvelous performance.

He is the most captivating person in this room, you and Eve must be hung up on his every action and word, you two cannot look past his incredible acting.

Nobody is capable of acting to the degree that he is, his performances are legendary and his acting skills are unparalleled.

He is simply the best there is and ever will be. If there were a competition in this room to win an Oscar for best acting, he is certain that he would be taking that home. There is nothing on God’s green earth that can get in the way of him delivering these lines and excellent movements. He is so talented and so experienced, who could ever deny his skills?

“Gojo,” You say coldly. “Get out.”

He expects you to see the gifts, how heartbroken he is, and finally admit that you are just as much in love with him as he is with you. Instead, he could swear for a moment that he could hear crickets, before realizing that it is the wick of the candle on your kitchen table burning. As he surveys you and Eve he notices that he is getting no reaction.

“Babe.” When you don’t respond to the nickname, he snuffs a huff. “Stop pretending, okay?”

He thought that he was killing that acting.

He can’t believe that no one is buying his performance. He’s got the attitude, he’s got the swagger, he’s got it all, but neither of you are falling for it. This is just insulting. He knows he’s great, he knows he is delivering the performance of his life but for some reason, neither you nor Eve can see it! He is in absolute shock.

So, Satoru walks up to you and grabs your face.

He looks at Eve and she doesn’t look at him, she looks at you. That is fine, as long as he can still talk to her and you everything will be alright in the long run. Everything is going to be okay, he tells himself.

“Eve, can [First] and I have a few minutes alone?” Her eyes race to every corner of the room and slowly but surely make their way to the gold coins in his free hand. Multiple emotions spread across her face; confusion, greed… consideration. “It will only be for a sec, okay?” 

With a measured pace, Eve approaches his outstretched palm, her eyes fixated on the glistening gold. Her gaze mirrors that of a ravenous crow or a parched man deprived of water for days, or sustenance for weeks. Quivering hands accept the money, and in silence, she retreats to her room, closing the door behind her.

“Come on, drop the funny games,” Instead of directing your gaze towards him, your eyes fixate on the entrance of Eve's bedroom. The door is adorned with a vibrant pink poster of a popular musician, adorned with splashes of colorful paint. Inwardly, he reassures himself that this situation is acceptable. After all, the two of you are now in a private and secluded space. 

There is no longer anyone to hinder you from expressing your genuine emotions towards him. Surely you will finally admit them. Then you will eventually move to his place and stay there, happy and loving towards him at long last. All in due time, because Satoru can be patient when he wants to be.

“Get the fuck out. You sick–”

But now he does not want to be patient. He just wants to hear those words leave your pretty lips.

“Ah, ah, ah, watch your language, sweetie.” He interrupts you, placing a finger on your mouth. 

The mere expression on his countenance carries ample weight to silence your profanity-laden tirade.

He only perceives the captivating, extraordinary, flawless woman whom he is obligated to assist. You possess an excessive amount of independence - too unbound, unwilling to embrace his assistance, his presents, his finances - there exists a rationale why partners watch out for one another. Are you not aware of that? 

“That’s better.” He smiles and you start faking a shiver. “You really can listen when I finally put my foot down, huh? You can be stubborn with other people, you know, just not with me.”

He possesses strength - you lack it. You are so small compared to him. 

He possesses a keen understanding of the streets, while you lack that astuteness. The dress you have chosen to wear is excessively revealing. 

“Now, now, don’t cry. Shh, shh, shh. It was the only way I could see you, with how much you love to play hard to get.”

One can only imagine the number of individuals whom you captivated during the brief period you ventured outside today.

He possesses intelligence, while you lack it. You may believe otherwise, and you indeed excel in certain areas, such as your meticulousness in personal hygiene, which he acknowledges with humility, and your skill in baking, as well as your expertise in creating a cozy and plush bed. However, numerous matters elude your knowledge, such as selecting the right candidate in the upcoming election, performing a tire replacement, or operating a debit card. He is strong, while you are not. He is drawn to you for not being - captivated by your feminine allure; the way your body gently curves, your delicate touch, the fragrance that surrounds you, the melodic tone of your voice, and above all, your complete vulnerability when confronted with danger.

“Now, open your gifts. I did carry them all the way here after all.”

When you finally surrender, he will assume control over every decision you make. 

From selecting your attire to choosing items at the grocery store, he will dictate how you interact with other men and even how you smile. He believes you are incapable of handling even the simplest tasks. Additionally, he takes pleasure in instructing you on matters you are expected to be ignorant about. It's quite endearing, isn't it? 

He views you as his possession and will never, under any circumstances, let you slip away.

At his place, he has so many pretty outfits for you to choose from. A lot of aprons and cute dresses. All the while he downs a beer or seven with his friends and jokes about how nice you look cleaning. You'll listen to him rant about anything that comes into his mind, taking it all with a smile. It is not unusual for him to lay awake at night imagining what life would be like with you as his wife. First, he needs to show you your position as his wife and get rid of this misguided sense of independence you seem to be clinging to. What a dumb girl you are. It was meant to be, wasn't it? You are meant to be his girlfriend and eventually his wife, and you will by any means Satoru has to take.

He does not care what he has to do as long as the result is you finally giving in and loving your place in his arms. It is what you were made for. It is what he was made for.

So pretty. So stupid.

“Now, now. Stop crying, you’ll only ruin your makeup.”

*~*~*~*

On that particular evening, Satoru once again paid a visit to your apartment. However, instead of observing from a distance, he ventured further into the room and settled beside you as you lay in bed, rousing you from your slumber. The bed groaned as it shifted under his weight, and he swiftly covered your mouth to prevent any outcry.

Without hesitation, he gently hushed you, his other hand tracing the contours of your cheek and collarbone with his lengthy fingers. As he did so, he rhythmically caressed your neck, humming a tune that only he knew. In response, tears welled up in your eyes, but he promptly brushed them away. His initial hand soon abandoned its position on your mouth, ascending to tenderly stroke your hair.

"Don’t touch me," You rasped, observing how the moonlight cast an ethereal glow on his body and hair while obscuring his face in darkness.

He simply shushed you again and you could hear him breathing deeply through his nose and mouth.

He sat on his knees beside you. You could hear murmurs from him about how pretty you were, and you didn't know whether he was telling you or telling himself. Your hands clench the sheets in fistfuls. You let out a whimper. You close your eyes and grit your teeth, hoping this is just another bad dream.

He keeps murmuring fantasies. You don't open your eyes. You breathe through your mouth because you can smell his cologne with your nose. It is so strong, suffocating.

You eventually open them when the anxiety is too much, and you stare at him, wide-eyed, at the ceiling above his shoulders and head, at your cute vanity and glittering gold and silver jewelry and pastel clothes. Was that why he liked you so much because you were feminine and utterly defenseless in the face of a real threat? You think of an escape plan, of running to the bathroom grabbing your razor, and screaming at the top of your lungs.

“Such a beauty you are,” He whispered in your ear, his voice still so sticky. “So cute. A doll that only belongs to me. All that’s left is for you to finally accept because I know you want to, don’t you?”

You can’t stop him.

As the silence lingers, you find yourself yielding to the role of his girlfriend. Tear stains dot your pillow and mattress, remnants of your emotional turmoil. Satoru's praises now echo within you, as you surrender to his caresses. Your gaze shifts towards the window, where a few distant stars twinkle in the sky, veiled by a cloud that drapes the crescent moon like a bridal veil.

“So good. I just knew I wouldn’t have to take more… drastic measures.”

He snaps a picture on his phone for later.

#yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere satoru gojo #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #satoru gojo #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu satoru #satoru #gojo #jujutsu kaisen #satorugojo #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojosatoru #jujutsu kaisen anime #author aya

[doofus-and-dragons]

This will more than likely be the last one of these I have. So, for the last time, here is my live reaction to the final season of TMA. These will be in no particular order because ice been listening to it over the span of a couple of weeks. I only listen to it at work.

TMA S5 Spoilers ahead

The cabin episode made me so sad. The eyepocolypse had even taken away their domestic bliss

I really don't remember the trenches that well. It's not a fear of mine, so it didn't shake me or stick well enough. Still good tho

The sickness episode sent me right back to senior year of highschool. I had to take a minute KXNSKXN

REVOLUTIONS WAS AMAZING I LOVED THE POETRY AND THE ACENGING OF SASHA BY KILLING NOT!SASHA. I love it.

At first I thought the worms was about Jane again but I was very wrong. It was a very interesting take!

Curiosity made me incredibly sad. I feel bad for Eric, Micheal, and Sarah(? Trinity? I don't remember. She was set on fire by a desolation avatar I think)

Also: Gertrude x Agnes perhaps???? Or at least solemn pinning? Maybe I just think it's slightly tragic to make it so and sometimes angst is good yknow?

Roots was ok, but the only part that stuck out to me was the jealous Martin scene. I listened to it like 3 times. I kept rewinding it just to list to it.

Fire Escape was SO good! It gave me a kind of manic energy as I listened to the descriptions of the fire.

Martin in the Lonely again made me cry. That's it.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend?" "Yes actually." "Oh...so is there anyway this doesn't end in me dead?"

The Basira and Daisy stuff actually did make me feel bad for Basira. Like, it's the apocalypse and she's having a whole ass crisis.

SALESA WAS INCREADIBLE

I wonder how he faked his death... man is talented and smart, I'll give him that

Skipping ahead to Martin's domain. Loved that. My boy isn't strictly human and I love that he can't deny that fact anymore.

Martin: Something something "one of you"

Jon, being a smug theater kid bastard boy: "One of us."

Like I heard that and I imagined him smirking ominously and gesturing with both his hands

He sounded so pleased that his boyfriend, as miniscule a role it had or that martin had, was like him, and I love that for him

I'm so glad Melanie and Georgie are happy. Though, the cult does weird me out (cults give me the heebie jeebies. It was a very nice touch!)

They deserve nice things.

Also, my favorite of the Cult members was Anil's character. I can't remember his name right off the top of my head, but he was wonderful. Anil did amazing with that little cameo/role

The scene where's he's arguing with Martin reminds me of that Jojo meme with jotoro and dio, but instead of stands they have their poetry clutched tight in their fists

"I dont need a poet." No, Jon, because you already have one. His name is Martin

Of course Jon gets trapped in the ocean when he doesn't have big string martin to row him out of it XD

SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE SOMEWHERE ELSE

Annabelle Cane is wonderful, I'm so glad Jon didn't kill her. She's so chummy with Martin up until she has to be a dramatic villain and I love that for her!

The ladder episode made me grin like a maniac manly because I would be the Martin in that situation. I love the feeling of falling/floating, but I hate actually getting myself to fall. I physically can't do it. I can barely dive into the lake from my papaw's boat

Martin, there are thousands of fanfics that dive into you two getting together without the trauma. Don't even.

NO JON THE PLAN

Hey, real elias! That's where him being a stoner comes from! Because he is one! Nice.

I love og Elias, and I would protect him with my life I don't care.

Oh wait it was just Magnus dreaming

JON NO THE PLAN FUCKING HELL

I almost cried when Martin was yelling at Jon. The boys are fighting

THE KISS HOLY SHIT ALEX SAKD THEY WOULDNT KISS THEY KISSED AH

They're somewhere else being happy and domestic now you can't change my mind

#basira hussain #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #mag 200 #tma s5 #tma s5 spoilers #melanie king #georgie #their cult ig #mikaele salesa #alice daisy tonner #jonmartin #somewhere else #annabelle cane

[themultifandomgal]

Michael Gray- Becoming A Gray

Trigger warnings- talks about abuse (doesn't go into detail, just implied), arranged marriage

The library, a place filled with imagination, romance, horror and everything in between. A safe place for YN, who enjoys nothing more that curling up on the sofa next to the fire with a book in her hand. Today is no different, she is currently reading a childhood classic that has quickly become her favourite book, Alice In Wonderland. The door to the library opens and in walks YN's father, a mixture of excitement and worry is written all over his face....

"YN we must talk" father says walking over to the sofa

"Is everything ok?" I ask frowning

"My business partner and I have decided on a deal"

"Ok? what's the deal?"

"You are to marry Mr Shelby's cousin"

"The Shelbys?! father you must be joking. The Shelbys are ruthless"

"I'm afraid not YN. You are to marry Michael in a months time when he returns from the US"

"I can't believe you!" I yell getting up "why? why force me to marry a man I don't know, better yet into a dangerous family"

"I'm sorry YN. We need the protection he needs a wife"

"You do realise I'm probably going to die. You've just sentenced me to death" I walk up to my father and whisper "I will never forgive you for this" and storm out of the library. I grab my coat and leave the house, heading over to my best friend Sophia's house.

"Can you believe it? he seems fine with it as well. Said we need the protection and Michael needs a wife"

"Maybe we can get you a train ticket and you can run away?" Sophia suggests. I shake my head

"It's the Shelbys. Thomas Shelby is the worst, he'll track me down and probably kill me. Either way once I'm married I'm probably going to have a busted lip, a bruised eye or be killed. Soph I'm so scared" a lone tear runs down my face

"We will think of something" Sophia takes my hand in hers and gives it a comforting squeeze "how long have you got?"

"Father said in a month" I tell her looking down

"Oh YN. What if we fake your death?"

"Won't work. I'm getting married to Michael Gray and I don't think there's anything we can do" I give Sophia a sad smile.

The day of the wedding arrives. I have not met Michael yet, and to say I'm nervous is an understatement. All I know is that he's a couple of years older than I am. Father and I arrive at a mansion, I'm already in my wedding dress, I must say it is beautiful but I wish that I was wearing this dress because I loved someone, not for business. I feel my breath hitch as I realise that this is it, my death sentence. Father gets out of the car and walks over to my side of the car. He opens up the door and I hesitantly get out

"Ah Mr YLN please come on in" a lady with short brown hair wearing a maids uniform we walk into the large house "the drawing room where the wedding will be held is just down here" we follow the lady to some large doors "Mr Shelby said we will begin in 2 minutes"

"Thank you" my father smiles. He takes my arm in his and I take in a shaky breath "YN make sure you say yes" his grip gets a little tighter, not to harm me but just a warning of if I say no all hell will break loose.

2 minutes go by and the doors to the drawing room opens and my eyes immediately land on a young man in the other side of the room. Handsome is not enough to describe this man, I notice he looks me up and down then turns to one of the Shelby brothers and smiles. Blushing, my father walks me over to Micheal and hands me over.

After all of the formalities and the I do's we are man and wife. We shared a kiss, which sent tingles down my spine. Micheal and I are now seated at a table, I'm shaking and he must have noticed because he takes my hand in his

"Calm down love" I look at him "what's wrong?" he asks me

"What's wrong is I've heard about you Blinders. Thomas's wife was shot not long after they got married"

"Ah no one really liked her" he shrugs which makes me more nervous "shit that was the wrong thing to say. Your not gonna get shot. No one is going to harm you"

"How can you promise that? why would you promise that? you don't even know me"

"Yes that may be true, but I will actually take this marriage seriously. I will protect you, provide for you and learn to love you, which I don't think will be to hard to do. Anyway yeah what happened to Grace was a unfortunate accident, but look at John and Esme" he points over to the couple dancing together, Esme with a bump "Tommy arranged their marriage and they truly love each other. I hope we can be like that when our Finn gets married"

"So, no whores?"

"No whores. Now.." Micheal gets up and holds his hand out to me "how about our first dance together" I give him a little smile and take his outstretched hand. We make our way to the open space and begin to dance.

Later in the evening Micheal takes me outside to the garden for some peace and quiet. I'm holding a glass of wine in one hand and he's holding a whiskey and holding on to my waist

"Tommy didn't do to bad picking my wife. Your beautiful"

"Thank you. Your quite handsome yourself" I blush and he chuckles pulling me closer to him.

We continue to talk outside what seems for a few hours

"Penny for your thoughts?" Micheal asks

"Weirdly I wish my mum could have been here today"

"She is" I turn around and see Esme walking towards me and Micheal "I can feel it"

"Alright everyone!" Arthur shouts "let's set these fireworks off and drink" I laugh. During the firework display Micheal and I kiss... a lot. He's tease by his cousins Finn and John. But the night ends up perfect. Who knows maybe we truly can fall in love and have a family together.

I might do a part 2 to this where YN and Micheal have kids

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader #peaky blinders imagine #michael gray #michael gray x reader

[wistcriax]

Empress' Lady Ch. 14

After the daytime event of the first day was over, the evening event began. y/n was invited, but declined. Her excuse, “It’s not necessary for me to be there and I’m tired from the banquet. I’ll get some rest to be ready for tomorrow’s masquerade ball.”.

Lucifer allowed her, and didn't give an ounce of protest. “Maybe his majesty is allowing some boundaries, it may be good for a progressing relationship!” Ryi said with a smile. y/n hummed and gave a smile back, “It could be a good step in our relationship.”.

‘But, neither of us are trying to fall in love.’ she thought. ‘This is strictly business.’. Ryi brought y/n back to her room, only to be greeted by a familiar face. Barbatos looked like he was about to say something before the sound of metal being unsheathed was heard.

y/n held her hand up, “Beel. Give him a moment to speak.” she ordered. The ginger only kept his sword close to his hip, not moving but would on command. “What do you want, Marquess Barbatos?” y/n asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Can we speak alone?” he asked, “Beel. He’s the only one allowed to stay.” y/n said. “Fine.” Barbatos said. y/n waved her lady-in-waiting, Ryi nodded and closed the wooden doors behind her. “Speak.” y/n said.

“How much evidence do you need to prove the Empress has been sabotaging the Northern Empire.” Barbatos asked in a hurried tone. “What-” “Whatever you need, I can get it for you in the matter of 4 months, just tell me what you need.” Barbatos said.

“Marquess Barbatos!” y/n said loudly, causing the male to stop talking. “If you really are worried about this then give it to his majesty-” “y/n, I cannot.” Barbatos said. “Why not?” y/n asked. “I may be skilled in pure magic, but dark magic is what I fail within. But, Emperor Diavolo and Duke Micheal are well skilled within dark magic.” Barbatos said.

“What does that matter? As long as they do not use it within our empire it does no good.” y/n said. “But, her majesty the Empress of the Northern Empire, is also well skilled within dark magic because of Emperor Diavolo.” Barbatos said. “Why are you telling me this?” y/n asked, everything sounded fake to her.

“Because Emperor Diavolo used his magic on me to keep me from informing Emperor Lucifer, but he did not prevent me from telling someone who will believe me.” Barbatos said, his voice seeming to be calming. y/n sighed,

“And what made you believe I would believe you?”

—

“Ah, Emperor Lucifer good evening.” Diavolo said with a smile. Lucifer nodded as he walked inside the banquet dining hall. Lucifer had sat down at the head of the table, Vua sat to his right. Soon the room filled with invited nobles, but 1 seemed to be missing.

“Where is Marquess Barbatos?” Lucifer asked, seeing the dark green haired noble of the Southern Empire was not around. “He said he was feeling ill, so he retired early.” Duke Micheal said with a smile, “So he won’t be able to make it, I thought you were aware of this your majesty.”.

“I wasn’t, then we’ll begin dinner if he’s absent.” Lucifer said. “Did you not invite your mistress?” Micheal asked. “She declined, she went to rest as she was tired from the dancing she did. Afterall she was a bit popular since it was her debut day.” Lucifer said.

Micheal seemed to click his tongue at the response, “Sad, I wanted to talk to her.”. “I’m sure you’ll get another chance.” Diavolo said, “I wished to talk to her also, she seems nice.”. Lucifer glared, “Don’t get so close, Diavolo, remember that she is my mistress.”.

“Are you saying no man can get close to her? Not even her own brother?” Micheal said, his tone mocking. “Of what I heard is that you threw her own brother out-” “y/n was the one to throw him out.” Lucifer said.

Satan snorted, “Well, Solomon tried to spread a rumor with bad connections. No one believed him besides people who dislike his majesty and Lady y/n.”. “Why are you carelessly blaming me for spreading a rumor when you’re the rumor starter, your highness.” Solomon said with a cold look.

“Don’t try to lie yourself out of this own High Sorcerer Solomon, everyone knows you started the rumor to get back at his majesty because of the false rumor you heard about him divorcing the Empress.” Satan said with a cold smirk, his green eyes glowing with malice.

“Wait! That rumor was false?” “I wished it was true.” “Wasn’t the Emperor going to divorce the Empress because she was trying to ruin the empire?”

More words spread in the banquet hall, Vua sat in silence as she took in the words. Her eyes looked at Lucifer, ‘Is he going to do nothing!?’ she thought in horror. ‘Does that mean he’s truly going to divorce me, that might be good or bad. But, if he found out about my crimes… I will be unable to remarry as I will be executed!’

#obey me belphegor #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #obey me leviathan #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer x fem!reader #x fem!reader #empress oc! #lady-in-waiting #lucifer emperor #lucifer x fem!reader #xreader self-indulge

[trans-trex]

I don't know how many of you out there are in the RT/AH Community

But we're taking the crown back 👑

#roosterteeth #fake achievement hunter crew #achievementhunter #achievement hunter #heart ache #fake ah crew #ah #rt #ryan haywood #reddit #twitter #micheal jones #gavin free #alfredoplays #alfredo #the mad king has fallen #ah community #ah crew

[gamescantsleep]

Nothing describes AHs chaotic energy like Micheal walking into the office to see Jeremy holding a bucket of lighters and, without missing a beat, just being like 'so whats up? We smashing some lighters?'

#achievement hunter #rooster teeth #geoff ramsey #gavin free #jeremy dooley #roosterteeth #fahc #fahc geoff #jeremy #gavin #lets play #comedy #fahc jack #fahc jeremy #fake ah crew #geoff #lindsay jones #micheal jones #achievement hunter qoutes #achievement hunter quotes #incorrect achievement hunter quotes #microwave #heist #microwave heist

[pixiesinspace]

Question:

Why has no one utilised calling FAHC Micheal 'the jersey devil' ??

Just...it's right there? Or did everyone decide it was too easy of a joke and now I look like a fool

#achievement hunter #micheal jones #fahc michael #fahc #fake ah crew #fake ah michael #fake ah au #writing? #ideas

[achievementtrash]

Doodles

#achievement hunter #ah #fiona nova #jon risinger #rooster teeth #fake ah crew #fahc #Lindsey Jones #micheal jones #Gavin free #geoff Ramsey #jeremy dooley #jack patillo #mine

[wraithqueen21]

Good at Being Bad - Achievement Hunter: The Musical (Official Video)

#Fake ah Crew #Micheal Jones #Gavin Free #jack pattillo #ryan haywood #jeremy dooley #Goeff Ramsey #Achievement Hunter: The Musical #achievement hunter #Good at Being Bad

[the-sunny-bunny-bois]

Wow weird dream

The only dream I remember is Gavin was in s performence with two lesbians and they were all like hooked up like people who fly in thetrar and he was just fucking doing twirls snd jumping off trampolines and THEY WERE ALL SINGING. Jermey for some reason was there but just eaten two pies. Weird dream.

#gavin free #achievement hunter #ah #jeremy dooley #micheal jones #geoff ramsey #jack patillo #lindsay jones #fiona nova #trevor collins #alfredo diaz #matt bragg #wtf was my dream #fake ah crew #fahc gavin

[rosebudsink]

Old shirt designs!

For the week starting tomorrow I'll show off what was in the works for a long time and while the new designs are more what I am looking for I still want to show these off

These are based on Fake Achievement Hunter Crew as you’ll see and when the shirts are finished I will be releasing them on my Redbubble and announce them in a video that is almost done

I’m excited to show these off and I hope you are excited about the final designs! So here’s to a week of concept art!

#my art #shirt designs #Achievement Hunter #FAHC #fahc jeremy #fahc ryan #fahc michael #fahc matt #fahc jack #fahc gavin #fahc geoff #fahc fiona #fahc lindsay #fake ah crew #geoff ramsey #micheal jones #ryan haywood #Jack Pattillo #Gavin Free #jeremy dooley #matt bragg #Trevor Collins #fiona nova

[brieflynormal]

Michael “wildcard” Jones

#achievement hunter #art #fake ah crew #digital art #micheal jones #roosterteeth #gta #gta5

[pixiewithapaintbrush]

Finally finished my FAHC mugshots.    Listen these too way longer than they should have and tbh I will probably redo Geoff’s because the water colour decided to fight me on his for some reason. But I’m as happy as I’m gonna get with them.  The general idea is that obviously the Fakes don’t go without a fight so to get them into custody means a damn fight. So everyone is bruised and bloody, I tried to make Gav’s a little different as if he’d been slammed against the road and got his lip busted and his elbows are cut up too though it’s hard to see.  Jack and Gav’s are probably my favourites.  Also go easy on me, I’ve literally never drawn a stetson before in my life and it’s hard my dudes. 

#Art #sharpie art #mixed media #sharpie and watercolour #FAHC #Fake AH Crew #Gavin Free #Geoff Ramsey #Jack Pattillo #Micheal Jones #Jeremy Dooley #Ryan Haywood #The Golden Boy #The Vagabond

[soma-ulte]

Let's Play - GTA V - Jetpack Joyrides

Ryan: Who's got the cops after them?

Lindsay: Me

Jeremy: Me

Michael: Me

#achievement hunter #fahc #fake ah crew #ryan haywood #jeremy dooley #micheal jones #lindsay jones #fahc ryan #fahc jeremy #fahc michael #fahc lindsay #rooster teeth #roosterteeth

[you-can-find-me-in-the-library]

Blood, Guts, and Gummy Bears: A Fake AH Crew Origin Story

Summary: When Geoff left home at the age of 18, he didn't expect to find a family. But as he quickly learns, life may not always give what you want, but you'll always wind up with exactly what you need.

Word Count: 1589

Read it on Ao3!

Chapter 1: Jack and the Bus Station 

Geoff Ramsey had been on his own since the day he turned 18, leaving home with nothing more than a pair of jeans, two shirts, a hoodie, $17, and a 52 pack of gummy bears.

Really, it’s amazing he didn’t fucking die. 

The reason he left home so young hardly matters now; an explosive fight about his future led to him storming out with whatever his hands could reach, halfway across town before he realized he had no goddamn plan on where he was going to go now that he was self-proclaimed independent.

He often leaves the part of the story out where he has a panic attack outside of a 7/11 because he’s got less than 20 bucks and 52 fucking packs of candy to keep him alive.

Most times, he skips to where he walks and walks and walks; walks until his legs are sore, the moon is out, and his eyes are so tired he can hardly keep them open. He’s left his hometown, for sure, and stumbled into another smaller pocket of rural Alabama. It’s been awhile since he’s seen anything that even remotely resembles a public building, and he’s starting to lose hope, until he finally spots some neon in a window.  Although his vision has blurred from exhaustion, he doesn’t miss the dimly lit sign on a run-down building letting him know he’s found a bus station. Practically stumbling, he makes his way over, praying he can find a cheap ticket anywhere with enough left over for at least one meal. 

Geoff pushes against the door with his shoulder, the rest of his energy draining away as the exertion finally catches up. The sticky summer humidity was forgotten here; a central cooling system hummed quietly from somewhere in the ceiling, shaking off some of the drowsiness as his body temperature lowers. Fluorescent lights flicker above, bouncing their reflections off the white tiling on the floor brightly enough to induce a headache. To the left, there’s a vending machine half full with stale chips and flat sodas. To the right, there’s a couch that looks like it was hauled right from 1965, moth-bitten and all. The counters are straight ahead from where he walked in. There’s three total, but only one is open. Geoff really couldn’t blame them for keeping as few people on the graveyard shift as possible, especially at 12:30 on a Tuesday morning.

But it is here that Geoff learns that sometimes, extraordinary things can happen in the most mundane places.

It’s here that he meets Jack.

She’s arguing with the lone man at the counter about a ticket. Looking back on it now, Geoff should have seen this as the most epic foreshadowing God had ever thrown down into his face, but that’s the thing about shit like that; you can only see it once you’ve finished the whole damn story. And as far as he’s concerned, meeting Jack was chapter one.

She’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt, most likely tied up in the front due to the exposed skin of her lower back. She’s got on khaki shorts and a pair of beat up converse, her red hair tied up out of her face. She keeps tapping the ticket on the counter in front of her, head cocked slightly to the side.

“My ticket says 12:45 am, Tuesday, June 10th. I called the company, and they told me that this was where I was supposed to go to catch the bus. How exactly can there not be a bus leaving at this time when I’m holding a ticket for that bus?”

Geoff is fairly certain this is the first time he’s ever fallen in love with someone with their back to him.

He sits on the couch and fiddles with his jeans, noticing the rips in the knees are a bit larger than he remembers. His earlier gas station panic begins to set in as his stomach growls, reaching into his backpack for a package of gummy bears as he listens to the girl bitch out the counter guy, who finally manages to speak.

“Listen, ma'am, I’m sorry, but as far as I’m aware there are no busses leaving for Dallas until early tomorrow morning.”

“Isn’t there anywhere you can check? Anyone you can call?”

The girl sounds exasperated. Judging by the tone of her voice, she can’t be too much older than Geoff, but what the hell does he know? He’s just run away from home. He’s not really in the place to be judging others.

The guy behind the counter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose from underneath his glasses. From across the room, Geoff can see grey hairs starting at the dudes temples; he’d been doing this a long time, and he doubted that he’d ever had someone as difficult as this girl in a Hawaiian shirt demanding for her bus that may or may not exist. He seemed to agree to her request, and he turns to a computer so old, he can almost hear the dial-up chugging along.

Geoff had been so focused on the guy behind the counter that when the redhead moved away, he didn’t notice until she was sat right beside him.

“Hey. Got some to spare?”

Geoff blinked at the sudden conversation he was having, yanking him into the present. Oh, shit. He nodded dumbly before fishing around in his bag and yanking out one of the gummy bear packs, face flush. The girl smiled at him and sat back, tearing the flimsy plastic open with her teeth.

Geoff was right to feel smitten. The girl was gorgeous.

“My name’s Jack. It’s short for Jacqueline, but I hate that, so you can just call me Jack.” “I’m Geoff.”

“Nice to meet you, Geoff. What brings you here on this fine June evening?”

“I left home. Trying to find somewhere to go.” Geoff knows his voice is uncertain; he didn’t just trust people with personal information, especially some girl he’s just met in a bus station God only knows where. Despite his guarded voice, Jack seems unfazed, throwing a bear into her mouth with a nod.

“Me too! I bought a ticket yesterday for a bus that’s supposed to leave for Dallas in 15 minutes, but the guy can’t find it on the record. He’s gonna run it for me and make sure I wasn’t yanked out of 60 bucks, but until then I have a little time to kill.”

Geoff nodded his head as he chewed on a raspberry gummy bear.

Now, this is the part of the story where Geoff often gets weird looks. And he doesn’t blame them, not at all. If he were listening in on this story, he’d think it was absolutely bonkers that the person could remember the flavor of gummy bear they were eating in a gas station 25 years ago. He really would!

But it was because of Jack, of the way his entire world changed forever in that fucking gas station that he remembered the flavor.

She turned her body to him, head cocked once again to the right. This would become Signature Jack Pattillo ™ , Geoff would come to learn.

“Hey. If you’ve got no plan, do you wanna hop on the bus to Dallas with me? I know how to sneak you on without a ticket, I’ve done it before. Plus, it’ll be somewhere to go, at least for now.”

Geoff’s gut instinct is to say No thanks pretty girl, I’m all set. Pick up the next loser in Dallas for me! But something holds him back. Maybe it’s the inquisitive eyebrow quirk that Jack is giving him. Maybe it’s the guy behind the counter making a noise that sounds a lot like “holy shit there’s actually a leaving for Dallas”. Maybe it’s the idea of getting to rest in a bus for several hours, kicking his tired feet up and getting some damn rest.

Or maybe it’s the prospect of having an actual plan

Geoff wasn’t about to hike his ass back to his mother, tail between his legs, and apologize after being gone for only a few hours. He wanted to succeed, he wanted to figure his life out without her down his neck about the choices he should or should not be making. He focused on Jack again, on her light smile, and decided that if God was going to give him an option to make this work, this would be it.

Fuck it.

“Sure,” he found himself saying, Jack’s face splitting into a wide smile. He smiles back.

Sometimes, when he thought back to that moment in time, he can almost swear there was a little piece of life falling into place. Jack insists it was that Dallas bus, which did end up coming at 12:45 on the dot, but Geoff isn’t so sure. He’s heard busses, trains, taxis, trucks, and just about any other vehicle that could have made a noise like that.

A soft little click, just in the back of his brain.

At the time, he didn’t really have the chance to ponder on it; Jack was grabbing at his hand and insisting that they needed a gameplan to get two people onto the bus with one ticket, and fast. He pushed aside the noise and nodded his head, watching her hands fly as her brain worked at seventy miles an hour.

He smiles to himself, wondering how long it will be before they have to part ways.

They don’t.

#fake ah crew #Achievement Hunter #geoff ramsey #Jack Pattillo #micheal jones #Gavin Free #jeremy dooley #blood guts and gummy bears

[cyans-stardust]

My first ever work of digital art that took like way too many days to complete.

Inspired by this beauty 

#achievement hunter #my art #micheal jones #bang bang #bleeeh #fake ah crew #fahc #fahc michael #pls be gentle