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luvrsofbts · 2 years

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Love Fix All

Pairing: Husband! Taehyung x Wife! Reader

Genre: almost divorce au and angst… fluffy ending tho i promise <3333

Warnings: cursing, bits of insecurity, and anything else i’ve missed!

Summary: With almost an end on your marriage, Taehyung once remind you how much he loves you.

A/N: Happy… Late… Birthday..? LMFAO I got inspiration to finish this during my shower so here we are! Also we hit 50 followers?! Halfway to 100! Thank you so much for your patience and love <3 xox

“Y/N, what the fuck are these?” Taehyung stormed into your shared bedroom, throwing a pack of divorce papers onto the bed, right in front of you.

“Divorce papers?” You replied as if it wasn’t obvious.

“I know it’s divorce papers! Why the hell were they on my desk?” He snapped due to your calm reply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know… maybe because you were the one who suggested it?” You scoffed, finally looking up at him.

Taehyung looked like a mess. His hair was all messy which meant he probably ran his hand through it more than you can count, eyebrows furrowed, and his lips was swollen which meant he kept biting it.

“You can’t be seri-”

“What do you mean by that, Tae?! I wasn’t the fucking one who wished they shouldn’t have married me,” You cut him off angrily. Taehyung could feel the heat radiating off your body.

The fight started a few days ago, when you went to visit him at his office.

“Come in!” Tae yelled out as you opened the door.

“Hi baby, are you almost done? Our reservation is in 30 minutes,”

“Oh, shit! Y/N- love- fuck, I totally forgot about our reservation. I need to stay back and finish some paperwork,” He frowned.

“What? But- we’ve made these reservations for almost a month now. And you’re the boss, can’t you- I don’t know? Just finish it tomorrow or tell Jihyo to finish it? We haven’t been on a date night in forever,” You pouted, pleading him with your eyes.

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry! I am, but- I need to finish these by tonight for one of the most important meetings I have tomorrow, you know that. Maybe we can postpone it to next week or something?” Taehyung suggested, letting out a deep sigh.

He felt terrible, he really did, but it had slipped his mind! With so much going on at his business which was starting to get bigger, Taehyung just couldn’t keep track with such and such like these things.

“But Tae-,”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I really can’t tonight,”

You bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying as Taehyung went back to doing papers.

“You never make time for me anymore,” You mumbled under your breath as you turned around, ready to get out of here and lay in bed and cry.

You didn’t think Tae would have heard what you said, but he definitely did. And for some reason, it spiked his anger.

“Cut that crap, Y/N. I make plenty of time for you!” He defended.

“Cut that crap? Really? So what, now my feelings are just crap? Gosh, Tae! You don’t even know how much I have missed you. And for fuck’s sake, I thought tonight would be the reminder I needed to know that you still care about me, but I was wrong! We barely spend time with each other anymore. You’re always staying back at your office everyday and you don’t even come until midnight! D-do you even love me anymore? Let alone, want me?” You finally let out your feelings, along with a choked sob.

“How can you even say that, Y/N? Oh, because I can’t make it to ONE date night, suddenly I don’t love nor want you anymore? Of course I love you! And of course I still want you! More like need,”

“Well it doesn’t seem like it at this very moment,” You fired back.

“You’re so annoying! If I knew you were going to be this annoying, I should have never married you!” Taehyung shouted, banging his hand down onto his desk.

If words could kill, it would be those words that just came out of Taehyung’s mouth. You found it hard to breathe within the second. It felt like you had just been stabbed in the chest with a knife.

“Baby- I didn’t mean-,” His face and voice softened at your expression and quietness.

You shook your head rapidly, turning around and dashing out of your husband’s office quickly before he could try to catch you.

“Fuck!” Tae yelled, kicking the side of his desk.

The flashbacks of that night surrounded Tae’s head quickly. He don’t know what overcame him that night, but everything he said was not true. It killed him to know that he would even say those words to you, angry or not. He didn’t mean it. None of it.

“Darling, you know I didn’t mean any of it. I was just so upset at myself for forgetting and then there was the paperwork I had to finished- fuck, I’m just so sorry. I promise you, I love you so much. You are my breath, my heart, if I don’t have you, I wouldn’t be alive. I married you because I love you more than life itself. You are everything to me, Y/N. And I’m so fucking sorry if I have done such a horrible job showing it as a husband,” Taehyung started crying, walking towards you because all he wanted was to hold you in his arms, to make sure you were still here.

You couldn’t help but started crying as well, wrapping your arms around your husband’s body as soon as he was within an arm reach, “I’m sorry for saying all that in the first place and being dramatic, I just missed you so much,”

“Shh, don’t. Your feelings are valid and you were not being dramatic. I’m really sorry I made you feel like that, baby. I’m your husband, I should remind you all the time how much I love and need you to the point where you’d wish I’d stop,” He quickly reassured you.

You nodded, tightening your grip on him, as if he would vanish from you in a second.

“Gosh, I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You are a dream to me. You’re always waiting until midnight just so you can have dinner with me even though by the time I come home you’re already asleep. You’re always keeping our little house clean and warm. You’re always welcoming me with open arms when I come home and you haven’t fallen asleep. What did I ever do to deserve you, darling? You’re perfect,”

Taehyung took a deep breath, pulling back and giving your forehead a kiss, “I love you, Kim Y/N. I have from the very first moment I met you, and I will until my last breath,”

“And I love you, Kim Taehyung. Until the end of time and after that,” You breathed out before smashing your lips onto his. You could taste and feel the salty tears on his lips, but you didn’t care. All you cared about at this very moment was Taehyung as you tried pulling him closer to you as if he wasn’t already as he pushed you down onto the bed, deepening the kiss.

You knew that the two of you were going to be okay as Tae made love to you that night and reminded you every second just how much he loves you.

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archies-litterbox · 3 years

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Home

Summary: Some times when Douxie called the castle his home, and one time Merlin realized his son saw the castle as his home whether he was ready to process that or not (and he wasn’t).

Words: 2000

A/N: I got this done! I actually challenged myself by making sure each little segment of the fic was EXACTLY 500 words, and I had a lot of fun! hope you like it <3

[CW: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Nightmares (there’s way more softness in this than the CW makes it look I swear-)]

The typical chatter of the marketplace was overshadowed by Hisirdoux’s skipping steps, and those were overshadowed by the moppet humming a little tune to himself that Merlin couldn’t make sense of. It was one of many things about the little apprentice that didn’t exactly make sense, but when Merlin brought the boy along to finish an errand, what he truly dreaded was that the boy would be insufferable and get distracted at every turn. So, really, endearing -

- “Endearing to who?” Merlin asked in response to his own internal monologue, because the humming from the boy, a sure sign that his apprentice was content at the very least, was most certainly not endearing to him -

- So, really, definitely-not-endearing humming of silly, nonsensical tunes was a more-than-adequate alternative to that insufferability and distraction, Merlin was sure.

“Getting that potion ingredient was easier than I thought!” Hisirdoux said happily, the spring in his step ever-present, “The merchant wasn’t even cross with me, like usual - like when I come here by myself.”

“Have you considered,” Merlin started, “That she’d been cross because of your notorious slight-of-hand? And your pickpocketing and street tricks has rendered her wary of your possible antics?”

Hisirdoux shrugged, rubbed the back of his head in obvious sheepishness, and turned his gaze elsewhere, “Mayyyybe-”

His face lit up in excitement, his eyes widening as his mouth formed an “O” shape when he saw something off to the street’s side.

“Ooooh! Look!” He turned a little to the side, bringing his hands up as he started to wander to a stand selling some sweet treats, “They’re selling-”

Merlin put a hand on his shoulder to still the boy, who was already a handful without the added hyperactivity of sugar.

“Nothing of importance, Hisirdoux.”

He turned the boy forward again, put his hand on top of Hisirdoux’s head, and turned it forward again as well.

“Awwwh.” Hisirdoux whined.

“We have what we came down here for, and Wizards are many things, but they are not frivolous.” he said as he kept walking, a slightly-pouting moppet walking alongside him, “We’re heading straight back to the castle. There are better pastry bakers there, anyway.”

Hisirdoux’s disappointed pout left his face.

“Right, right.” he said, as if he were reminded of how happy he was just to be out here, on what he probably thought of as a beautiful day, although Merlin was rather impartial to the sunny weather.

“Let’s go home, Master!”

...Home?

Did he mean the castle?

Though he kept moving physically, putting one armor-plated foot in front of the other, Merlin’s mind froze as he looked down at the joyful, beaming moppet. To hear Hisirdoux refer to the castle as his home…

Well, Merlin knew he should have expected it at this point, considering the boy’s utter lack of a permanent roof over his head before, but he still didn’t know what to make of it, if there was anything to make of it.

So, he sighed.

“The castle isn’t that far away.”

The dark circles under the boy’s eyes looked darker in hue than usual today, but of course, that was only due to the contrast against the unusual paleness of his face. Said eyes looked up at Merlin with a rather lacking amount of cognizance as the Master Wizard stood over the moppet. Stripped of his bulky leather hooded vest in favor of keeping on only his trousers and tunic, so he didn’t overheat, Hisirdoux’s deep breaths through his mouth were only interrupted by a brief, pitiful sniffle of his nose.

“Mathter, ‘th thith… plague?” He was hoarse from coughing and nasally from his awful congestion. To this, Merlin only huffed - of course, leave it to his ever-dramatic apprentice to leap to the most dire conclusion possible, even though he couldn’t even rightly walk down to the throne room in this state.

“Not unless a rather nasty cold has become the new plague of Camelot.” he answered, “you should have come back sooner from your last errand, Hisirdoux, before it started to pour.”

Hisirdoux groaned, either out of his achy, miserable condition, or frustration with hearing the old man lecture him, or both.

“I know, I know-”

A wet cough cut him off, making him curl up before he flopped back down on the bed.

“Ugh, ithn’t there thome…” he swallowed, as if to clear his throat of sickly gunk as best he could without another hacking, “I dunno, “thickness begone-iuth” thpell, or thomething?”

“I won’t use magic to alleviate your sickness, if that’s what you’re implying.” Merlin denied, “Although unpleasant, your condition is far from serious, and your symptoms should alleviate in a few days, at the most. If I use magic on something so mere, your natural immune system will weaken, and a dependence on magic to maintain your health is dangerous, so-”

“But Mathter-”

“Don’t “But Mathter” me.”

Hisirdoux sighed, a shaky, ugly-sounding thing, too exhausted to even spare a laugh at how Merlin imitated him.

“Magic ithn’t a permithible shortcut…” he started, but he trailed off and punctuated the statement with another little sniffle.

It seemed, remarkably, Hisirdoux remembered a few of Merlin’s teachings, despite his low-grade fever.

Which reminded him…

The Master Wizard sighed and conjured a cold, damp rag, enchanted to not dry out or get tepid. Making sure it was properly folded, he laid it right onto Hisirdoux’s forehead.

“Oh, ‘th nithe…” he mumbled, “thank you…”

“Your plans for today are postponed, of course.” Merlin declared, “You’re to stay here and rest.”

“But-” Hisirdoux’s eyebrows furrowed, “I wath thupposed to go out and do that… that thing… and get the thing… from the plathe…”

Of course, it must have been harder for the boy to think sensibly and make sense than usual.

“And that will wait until your condition improves.” Merlin finalized, “Am I clear?”

Hisirdoux, resigned, nodded.

“Yeth, Mathter… thtaying home it ith, then.”

Before Merlin had anywhere near enough time to be surprised at that word, “home”, Hisirdoux fell right to sleep.

Merlin couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt like this before; when he couldn’t tell if he was more terrified or furious.

But he couldn’t be bothered to try to figure that out - not when, after hours of Hisirdoux being late coming back to the castle, a shoddily-written ransom note made its way to the desk of the Master Wizard’s study.

Thankfully, Hisirdoux’s familiar could trace it by it’s unpleasant scent. Merlin followed Archibald as the cat-dragon followed the scent trail to some disgusting hovel in a forest clearing, with some deplorable men hanging around it’s outside.

When Merlin laid eyes on them... he leveled them with any spells he could remember through his rage at them all; at their audacity.

Of course, it had been some incompetent group of bandits, but only a fool equated incompetency with harmlessness; just because these idiots didn’t know what they were doing didn’t mean that Hisirdoux was safe.

So, he shifted his focus on finding his apprentice, even if he had to reduce every board of this blasted cabin to splinters.

But it didn’t come to that; the second Merlin stepped in, he saw him.

Hisirdoux was curled up in a corner, sitting on his heels with his hands bound behind him, his arms bound steadfast to his torso, and a piece of cloth tied between his teeth. He was unharmed, but terrified.

Hisirdoux’s muffled cry that came out when he saw Merlin shattered the old man’s heart.

He never ran faster in his life.

A small, very precise blast from Archie made the bonds around Hisirdoux’s wrists and torso come loose, and when Merlin got to him, he pulled the cloth gag out as fast as he could without hurting him, letting it lay around his neck.

The instant his arms were fully free and Merlin was close enough, Hisirdoux hugged him, clinging to the Wizard for dear life and crying his heart out against his armored shoulder.

“Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?”

Merlin felt Hisirdoux shake his head. He could tell he was swallowing to try to get some moisture back in his mouth. It had probably been dried out by that blasted gag, and who knew if they’d given him any water?

“No, just-” he gasped, “Scared.”

Those bandits would soon forget the very meaning of mercy.

For now, Merlin focused on rubbing soothing circles against the boy’s back, seeing that his ankles were bound. Merlin didn’t even notice before, and Hisirdoux was so hasty - so desperate for comfort that he didn’t even wait. He didn’t even seem to care.

Archie started cutting them loose.

“I-” Hisirdoux hiccuped, “I wanna go home.”

The shattered remnants of Merlin’s heart melted.

Home.

His son wanted to go home.

He sighed, moving one of his hands to cradle the back of the poor boy’s head, passing his fingers through his un-bunned hair.

“Please,” he whined, “take me home.”

Merlin nodded, the side of his head rubbing Hisirdoux’s.

“Right… right.”

It was long past nightfall, and the castle was quiet, so Merlin tried to tread the corridors lightly so his armored feet wouldn’t clank against the floor and wake anyone; the last thing he wanted was for any particular moppetish apprentices to stir.

That boy… he had already gone through so much he hadn’t deserved, and for what? To what end? Merlin presumed that before he’d found him in that alley, he’d been treated poorly for being not only a street rat, but a magical one at that. And now, even though he was the Wizard’s apprentice, that treatment hadn’t truly gone away; no, it only shifted onto new grounds: the grounds that... he was the Wizard’s apprentice. Now, much of the animosity sent his way was truly meant for Merlin; directing it at Hisirdoux merely amplified it. Strengthened the blow.

And that blow was strengthened today.

Merlin remembered the note’s creases under his fingertips as it trembled in his shaking hand; the door creaking open with a shriek in its hinges and showing Merlin his apprentice, bound and gagged and terrified in the corner of that hovel; Hisirdoux wailing against his shoulder; the trembling of his son in his arms. He remembered it all.

“Hisirdoux…”

He passed the sleeping boy’s door… and sensed magic from behind it. Unusual magic for this hour. In the little gap between the door and the floor, he could see the blue glow of his magic, too. Unmistakeable.

“...Hisirdoux?”’

He stopped at the door and pushed it open, only to be met with a fretful sight before him (not nearly as bad as the last time he’d pushed a door open to find Hisirdoux today, but it was rather close.)

The boy was thrashing in his sleep - tossing and turning in his blankets to the point where they’d started to tangle around him, which only made his obviously-nightmare-induced thrashing worse. Magic thrummed from his hands as he fought back against… something, and even Archibald, who had curled up on his abdomen to soothe him to sleep earlier tonight, couldn’t quell his night terror.

Merlin knelt down at the boy’s bedside and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly, “Hisirdoux!”

“N-no! Stop!” he pleaded, thrashing harder to get the hand off him, “Get away! Leave me ALONE! Let me GO!”

Merlin shook him harder.

“HISIRDOUX!” he shouted.

Finally, the boy’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped.

For a moment, he just breathed as lucidity seeped back into him. After realizing he was in the realm of the conscious, he put his hands to the sides of his head.

“Master…” he squeaked, “Where-”

“It’s alright, Hisirdoux. You’re safe.” he assured, “You’re home.”

Honestly, the words just slipped out, for Merlin, shocked by himself, doubted that he would have ever said them otherwise.

And with now-even-wider eyes, Hisirdoux looked just as shocked.

… Well, no good rescinding it now. How could he, really?

“You’re home.”

Hisirdoux nodded, a shaky smile on his face.

“...Home.”

#fic: home #my writing #mine #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #merlin #merlin ambrosius #wizard dad #tales of arcadia #toa #wizards #toa wizards #moppet!douxie #hurt/comfort

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argumentl · 2 years

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The Freedom of Expression - Niconama Live : Vol:02- First half

Part 1

K: Hi, welcome to another Live broadcast of the Freedom of Expression on Niconama. I'm Kaoru of Dir en grey.

J: Yep, good evening, I'm Joe Yokomizo

T: I'm Tasai from Tokyo Sports.

J: Kaoru, you just said that without looking at the script, right?

K: Eh?

J: You memorized it in advanc, haha

T: Haha, whats wrong with that?

K: Even I can just about memorize it, haha.

J: Well, we've been doing this for so long, and...

K: I just took a sneaky glance at it.

J: Ah, but you were looking towards the camera the whole time, and I thought 'Ahh, he's saying it without reading the script!'. I couldn't help applauding. So, yes, once again, this is the 2nd live broadcast, and its different for everyone, including us. We have proper mics now instead of that thing that kept falling over, right? We've evolved quite a bit.

K: We had a proper meeting for it too, didn't we?

J, T: Yeah

J: Right on time too. That in itself is amazing. Uh, Kaoru, remind us again how you felt about last time.

K: Well, last time was a special episode out of the blue.

J: It was, yeh, cause we were wearing costumes.

K: So it it feels kind of plain now comparing it to that, but it'll be the content that we'll focus on from now.

J: Yeh. Was there any parts from last time which you felt like you wanted to fix?

K: I think we were too serious with the games.

J: Haha

T: Yeh, people were saying they wanted to be killed.

J: They were, yeh.

K: Maybe we could be more positive about it next time.

T: Haha, definitely.

J: Well, we've got a lot in store this time. Now, lets see...So, as for these live broadcasts on our niconico channel, the most important thing is viewer participation, thats what makes the show exciting. If you have any comments today, please please write them...ah, there are people from overseas too.

T: There are a lot of people commenting already.

J: Yes..can you put colours, on it too? Its ok, right? You can choose your own. Yes, so please send us your comments. And for people using twitter, you can use the tag # TFOE. Now, as for the themes for today...well, Kaoru has just finished the tour with Dir en grey. So, today, we'll talk about various aspects of the Tour21 Desperate. Firstly can you give me a short word to describle your feelings having finished the tour.

K: Well at first... I mean, now, the situation is easing somewhat, isn't it? But we didn't have this sense when we started the tour, so I was worried about what was going to happen, and whether we'd be able to finish the tour safely....but we managed it ok, well, I mean, we did have to postpone some dates, but I'm glad that we did finish the tour safely.

J: Ah, yeh, we are getting a lot of comments now. Someone said they attended Sendai..Yes, people who attended the tour, please tell us your thoughts in the comments. So, again..

Kami: I attended too, you know.

J, T: Oh, Kami!

Kami: I went too!

J: Where did you go?

Kami: Haneda

J: Haneda? Were you there the same day we were there?

Kami: Yes, I went to both days.

J, T: Ehh?

T: You should have said hi!

Kami: You saw me though, right?

T: Eh?!

J: Eh?! Did we?

K: Haha, sure you did, right?

J: Did we?

K: I don't know, did you?

J: I saw you, Tasai, didn't I?

T: Yeh, just briefly.

J: Like, just in passing at the concert...but did I see Kami too?!

Kami: Oh, this again...you are bad.

J: No way!

T: There was no cute cat like this at the concert.

K: Hahaha, even if there was, we wouldn't know.

J: Haha, Kami cat..

T: Ah, there are loads of comments...'It's because gods are invisible'...

J: Ah, yeh, if anyone who went to the show actually saw Kami, please tell us in the comments! Like where was he sat, and stuff, or did anyone see him going to the toilet or anything like that?

T: 'I didn't see the swindler'

J: Who?

T: You!

J: Oh, me?! Because of the takoyaki incident? You're all really dragging that one. Ah, yes, we didn't dress is costumes for the live.

K: Yeh

J: I think I came to the live after doing a broadcast, so it was bad timing in terms of wearing a costume.

K: Ah, nah, you could have changed in the toilets.

J: Yes, thats true. Kaoru, you wore that costume on day 2 didn't you?

K: Yes.

J: Kami, did you wear a costume?

Kami: You saw me, right?

J: Really??

K: Didn't he say he was gonna dress as some god?

T: Yeh, Million God, haha.

J: Well, yes, everyone, please do comment with your thoughts on the tour. Uh, so we are also taking questions, right?

T: Yeah

J: So yes, we will take questions on air, so there will be a mix of your questions and comments while we talk to Kaoru about his reflections of the tour. ??? So, please take part.

T: Well, Joe, I have a message right here to read out.

J: Oh, please..

T: Uh, Nickname: Yukino san says 'Good evening, Kaoru, Joe, and Tasai. Well done on finishing the tour. I attended three dates in Kanto, but the most memorable thing for me was seeing Kaoru headbanging right in front of me after such a long time.' ....

K: .....Yes...haha.

T: It was the first time she'd seen it in a long time.

K: .....Yes, it would be.

J: Haha, a long awaited meeting, right?

T: The next message is from Yako san...'I went on a headbanging spree during the tour, and my neck got thicker. But it was such a fun time. Please tell us why you chose 'The Fatal Believer' for the double encore at Shizuoka. I was personally so happy about that'.

K: Hmm, yeh...it just felt like thats all we could do. We thought a song which was easy to get into would be good...like, rather than a song that has a lot of detailed developments, we felt something which you could easily get into the song as a whole would be good. Well, out of all the songs we hadn't done. Thats why we chose it.

T: I see.

J: There are a lot of comments in response to the headbanging. Is there any reason why you headbanged after all this time?

K: Well, I usually always do it. Its just cause there has been no tours.

J: Oh right, yes, I see. How did it feel to headbang again?

K: Well, there are times when I don't headbang aswell.

J: Right? How was it to headbang again?

K: Like, I've been doing it every day, so..

J, T: Haha

K: Duing the tour, I mean.

T: Someone commented 'I sacrificed my neck'.

J: Haha

K: Uh, the first date..was it Citta? When we did two days there...well, we'd been rehearsing in the studio before that, all the preparations were going smoothly, and I really got into the right mode. So then, when we did Citta, even though it had been a while since I last shook my head like that, it wasn't that bad. After that we postponed and restarted two weeks later. On that day, my neck hurt so bad!

J, T: Hahaha.

J: When you were on stage?

K: Yeh, I hadn't been headbanging before that, I just play normally in rehearsal. I think its due to been anxious about the uncertainty for the whole time beforehand.

J: Ah, maybe, yeh. You don't train your neck otherwise, right?

K: Yeah, I don't.

T: Does anyone? Haha

J: I don't know, haha, some people might.

K: I do stretches though.

Kami: There are a lot of comments saying people lost their heads. What does that mean?

T: Lost their heads? Like, they shook their head too much.

K: They shook their head so much they couldn't hear anymore.

J: Its like, they sacrificed their neck, right?

K: Yeh

J:...at the live...I think thats what it means. Ah, that comment...'Kubitsuka' (burial ground for heads) Haha. So, everyone, please keep sending in your messages. Ok, before we talk about the tour, you had your first live with an audience after 1 year and 4 months, I think everyone remembers this. It was in June at Tokyo Garden Theatre, Sogai. This was the firsr time in a while for you to perform in front of a live audience.

J: I saw you there too, Tasai, right?

T: Yes.

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aestheticfangirl · 3 years

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WE WILL MEET AGAIN ♡

{ Wonwooxreader }

~fluff , angst , best friends , hidden feelings

Word count : 3k

Trope : best friend au

[Y/N POV]

“Yah Mingyu yahhhhhhh, stop doing that or else I would kick your ass I swear”, I shouted from the top of my lungs.

“You can stop me if you can but I know you can’t”, Mingyu replied and then started running.

I was running behind him, breathless. I stopped and stood when Wonwoo came and handed me a bottle of water.

“You both should stop running and rest or else you guys will get tired and then I will be the one to suffer to drag you both to your respective houses”, he spoke and took me by my arm and made me sit. “Yah Kim Mingyu, you too come and sit”, he shouted at him.

And then Mingyu returned. It was our daily habit since high school that I would mess up and he will help me. Wonwoo and I were best friends since 8th grade and then Wonwoo met Mingyu in college and they were best friends. He introduced me to Mingyu and now we three are best friends. Mingyu and I always create problems and Wonwoo always helps us. He is always an angel.

We three then sat down in silence for a few minutes and then left for our houses. Wonwoo came to drop me off and then he too left. I feel blessed always to have him. When I had my first break up he was there by my side. Whenever I face any problems he comes to me to help. He never expresses everything openly but he does care about me the most and also he protects me. I just wish we won’t part ever.

[A few days later]

I don’t know why it aches so much. I had dated some people before too but this time it hurts so much. I can’t understand why he used me and left. I was crying since like three hours. I was dating this guy since 6 months but I found out today that he was cheating on me. I never said about him to Wonwoo and Mingyu because he said to me to keep this a secret. I don’t know whom to call. It feels so bad right now.

My phone lightened up and I saw Wonwoo was calling. I gasped if he will see me crying like this then he will freak out seriously. I wiped up my tears and drank water and then I picked up my phone.

“Hello”, I said managing my tone.

“Why is your voice so heavy?” he enquired. I don’t think I can hide it from him.

I explained him everything that happened. How I fell for the wrong guy and how that guy used me and now he threw me away. When I completed telling him everything I could understand from his voice how angry he was yet he maintained his calm and talked to me. That night we talked up to 3 in the morning until I fell asleep.

The next day when we met he didn’t ask me anything rather all he did was made me laugh the entire time and my heart felt a lot better. Till a few days all we did was some stupid and random things and met our other friends and hung out.

[A week later]

“How much long shall we wait?”, Mingyu asked irritated.

We have been waiting for Wonwoo for the past one hour because he called us here saying there is something important he wanted to tell us.

And finally Wonwoo came with a girl. Me and Mingyu exchanged glances confused.

Wonwoo came and spoke “hey guys, I am sorry the traffic was horrible”.

“hie and it’s fine but why did you call us here”, I said looking at the him and then the girl. I have to admit she is pretty.

“And Wonwoo who is she?” Mingyu asked.

And then pulled her closer holding her from her waist. Then he continued, “oh yeah about her only I called you guys here”, he said “actually she is my girlfriend, jihyo”.

Jihyo spoke up finally, “hi , I heard a lot about you guys” and then she shook my hands.

“ What girlfriend ?” Mingyu literally shouted in my ears. “Gyu I heard that no need to scream”, I spoke and everyone laughed.

“Umm it’s been a month since we started talking and a week since we are going out”, Wonwoo replied and then looked at me and said, “so many things were happening with y/n so I decided to postpone this announcement”. He smiled.

“I am so happy for you guys”, I replied and smiled. But something felt weird which was difficult to understand for myself too. I didn’t say anything. We all then went to eat ice cream as Mingyu had lots of questions. All the time I was watching Wonwoo and realized he never was this happy like he is now. I guess it’s good he found someone.

[ Time skip ]

A few weeks have gone by and a lot of things have changed. After Wonwoo getting in that relationship he is spending less time with us. It is kind of weird. And I feel a bit sad because of this fact. I really miss him but I can’t even say him this or it might sound weird.

Finally today Wonwoo was free and decided to spend time with me and I had to buy some books so we decided to go to book shopping together. When I reached my building’s gate he was standing there. He was wearing a simple black t –shirt and blue jeans. I never realized Wonwoo is this good looking. I always felt Mingyu is handsome but never thought of Wonwoo that way. I blushed, what’s wrong with me. I rushed to him.

“Hi , you could have called me if you reached here early I was ready already”, I said.

“It’s okay I was lost in thoughts anyway, let’s go now”, he replied.

We reached the bookstore and I picked up some of the books I wanted to read and then we decided to have lunch together. It was a long while since we spent some time together. But I don’t know this time it feels weird. I feel lighter and I blush a lot. I never found him this attractive. I shook my stupid thoughts away. He was my best friend and also he has a girlfriend. Jihyo is indeed lucky to have him.

“Umm Wonwoo , how is Jihyo ?” I asked, not that I was curious I just wanted to know.

“ I don’t know , maybe okay”, he replied and continued eating.

I was confused by his statement, I replied, “what, why don’t you know? She is your girlfriend.”

“No more. We broke up”, he spoke calming and still focusing in his food.

Is he a robot or what who says about their break up like this? “WHAT? AND WHY HAVEN’T YOU SAID THIS EARLIER AND WHEN?”, I spoke mouth full of food.

“It’s been a while and first eat your food, you will get choked”, he looked at me and said with a straight face.

I don’t know why I was happy inside I know I shouldn’t be happy but something felt good inside. I hate these confusing emotions. I didn’t ask anything until I finished my food.

When we left the restaurant I asked, “why did you break up?”

“There was something”, he said and then pulled me to the side and we went to the edge. He always does this. I smiled looking at the ground.

“What was that something Wonwoo?” I said and stopped and looked at him. He too stopped and then sighed, “I have feelings for someone else which I realized after going with her”, and then he continued walking.

“Who”, I asked softly. I wanted to know who is this girl whom he loves this much.

“ I can’t tell you , something should always remain hidden”, he said and we reached my room.

I didn’t ask anything further I knew when the time comes he always confronts everything.

[A few days later]

Wonwoo has been acting pretty weird since some days. It seems like he is avoiding me. He lies to us saying he has other work but again he hangs out with his other friends. His behaviors are also pretty weird. I asked Mingyu but he said there’s nothing he is normal with him and I am overthinking but I am pretty sure it’s not normal. He calls me even less now and leaves me on read pretty often. These things are getting the best of me now and it’s super confusing and I am hell lot scared to confront him too. But to be honest I have been feeling weirder too about him. I am maybe attracted to him and I know I shouldn’t be.

I saw him today but he smiled and left when I reached there. And now it’s quite hurting especially with these feelings. I always kept myself in check and also my feelings. When everyone teased us and said us we should date I always laughed it out but why can’t I do it anymore. I hate these feelings.

[ time skip]

Finally came the time of our graduation which is only a month left but I have to decide now whether I have to stay here or leave for further studies and I am pretty confused. I have never left my family and especially Wonwoo, but again I don’t want to suffer with these one sided feelings these hurt a lot more.

Right now we are in a better place he is pretty normal but I am kind of avoiding him and staying in home mostly. I can’t face him I can’t hide my feelings that too from him.

Wonwoo called me to meet him and after ignoring him like for many days I decided to meet him. I went to our regular café where we usually hang out. When I reached he was already there sitting and playing games and looking perfect as ever and this thought made my heart jump a little.

“ Hi” , I said as I sat down in front of him.

“ Hi , it’s been a long time y/n”, he said putting his phone down.

“umm yeah it’s been a long time”, I looked down thinking of excuses and then I continued, “ I was pretty busy cause of these final exams and all”.

“ I understand and how are you?”, he asked.

“ I am okay and you”, I replied. I never struggle this much to talk to him. Why is this getting difficult?

“ Yeah I am fine just a few things are stressing me”, he said and smiled.

“ what , you want to talk ?” I asked worried.

“ no it’s fine it will be okay , by the way are you dating anyone ?”, he asked and it caught me off-guard.

My pupils dilated and I coughed , “ no I am not dating anyone”, I managed.

“ Oh , okay. Then do you like someone”, he asked again and looked at me in genuine confusion.

I didn’t want to lie to him and if I say yes then he will ask me who and then I will get rejected and things will get awkward so I replied instead, “I don’t have time I am so busy for the future to think about these and also I don’t want to date anyone right now I had enough of dating experiences”.

“ OH I see”, he replied and then focused on his drink. I decide to ask him too who he is in love with. I know I might never replace that girl but I might help with her although it will kill me from inside.

I spoke up, “anyways Wonwoo, you said you liked someone last time we met, and so are you still into her?”

“ Yes I am still in love with her”, he said without hesitating, it means he is pretty serious about her and I don’t have any chance.

“Oh okay , who is she ? Do I know her ?” I asked.

“ umm no you don’t know her and why are you asking ?” he questioned back.

“ I thought I might help with her it seems like you are pretty serious for her”, I replied.

“ Oh no need it’s fine don’t worry”, he said.

“ cool , if you ever want I will help you , even if you want to move on I will help you find blind dates okay”, I said with a smile and crying from inside.

“Thank you”, he smiled.

I understood I don’t have a single chance with him. We sat there and talked for a few time and then finally decided to leave. As usual he came with me and dropped me off at my room and we said our goodbyes. After I went to my room I decided to leave this place. And I didn’t even realize when I started crying.

[ time skip]

Okay so as I decided I will leave and luckily I got a scholarship in a different city and it was actually a good place. I know I would hurt for a few time in the starting but then gradually I will move on. I was not that brave to deliver this news to my friends face to face so I decided I will lie to them and after I will reach there then only I will tell them. I don’t want to change my mind now.

The day came when I had to leave I still didn’t tell Wonwoo and Mingyu about this. My mom and dad came to see me off. My dad was super proud and my mom was crying. I consoled her and then went. I had already typed the texts I was about to send them once my flight takes off.

I completed all the security procedures and then as I took my seat I opened my phone and then I copied the entire texts and pasted it and hit that sent button. I am going to throw this sim card anyways so it didn’t matter what the guys would think. I haven’t cried at all when I was with my parents but suddenly my tears started flowing down. I wanted to stop crying but for some reasons it didn’t stop and it made me angrier. I was thinking of all our past memories and all those moments I spent with them especially with Wonwoo. Thinking of him my heart ached more. I don’t know how to stay away from him but I had to do this. It would have hurt me more to see him with someone. His future always has that someone who isn’t me. I wiped my tears when my flight finally took off.

To Mingyu :

Hey Gyu!! I know after seeing this text you might freak out but I am sorry. I am leaving actually the time by which you have seen this text I might have left already. Anyways I just wanted to say thank you to you for all those memories we shared and for always being that goofy and protective friend and for always lending me an ear when I needed. And also for handing me tissues when I cried. To be honest I didn’t wanted to leave but my heart just couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to confess you something that I like Wonwoo and it’s been a while actually, I never said this to you or else you would have forced me to confess him which I couldn’t. So don’t think much and stay the way you are and please look out for Wonwoo and yeah I will be deleting this number but don’t worry I won’t lose your contact. But you should never say Wonwoo when I will text you please I want to disappear from his life so that he can concentrate on his life without worrying about me and at the mean time I can heal. Take care <33

To Wonwoo:

Hie!!

I know whatever I am going to say now might sound weird so sorry from now only. I like you, I know it’s weird so don’t freak out. I remember we used to laugh at others who did this but yeah I fell for you and who won’t. You are that perfect guy out there. Whenever I dated someone it never worked out because no one treated me like you do. And for that thank you. And also I am grateful that you were always there by my side even though everyone left. You did everything for me and you were there in my vulnerable state but you know what, all I ever did was burden you with my stupid and messed up life. I always created the mess and you helped me out. I never thought I would end up falling for you I know I am super stupid, you might me wondering now why I never confronted to you about this it’s because I don’t want to lose you but look at the irony I did already. I can’t take that burden of rejection so I left. And don’t freak out it’s of no use and it’s for the better as from now you can focus entirely on your life without worrying about me all the time. At first I thought it was a simple crush but when I saw you with Jihyo I felt jealousy for the first time and I felt so hurt. But I hope you will be with the girl you like and stay happy okay that’s what matters. Oh by the way I forgot after your break up Jihyo called me and blamed me for your break up I know right it sounds so funny and she said that you like me that’s why you guys broke up and you know what I low-key wished you did. Anyways that’s too much for a text but again this is the last text. Stay happy Wonwoo and live your life with no regrets. And yeah I love you.♡

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Birthday Wishes

Stucky x Reader: You have been feeling neglected lately, but Bucky and Steve promised they would be there for your birthday. When they don’t show up, you are left feeling broken, and they are left wondering how they will every make it up to you

Warnings: Angst, Bucky and Steve being adorable morons

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It had been months since you spent any quality, romantic time with your boys. Months since you had woken up cuddled between them, months since they had eaten dinner with you or even gotten home before you fell asleep. Furthermore, it had been months since you had had any intimate sex, nothing more than a quick fuck before rushing off for work. You tried so hard not to get upset. They were superheroes after all; the great Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, the Captain and the Soldier. Villains didn’t stop being villains just because you were feeling a little neglected.

So you shut your mouth. You gave them polite smiles when they said they would have to stay late, you packaged up the dinners you made with love every night, you gave them quick kisses and declarations of love in the morning, and you hoped that things would slow down eventually. Life has a way, you figured out, of really taking the piss out of all of your hopes and dreams.

You had told Steve and Bucky at least 50 times over the last three days that you needed them here on Saturday. You sent them texts, put notes up on the fridge, and even called Tony to explain the situation. They had missed Thanksgiving, they had missed Christmas, they had missed Valentines Day, they were not going to miss your birthday. You didn’t want anything but a full day of attention from the two men who you loved the most.

Yet when you woke up that Saturday, your bed was cold. There was a not on the dresser from Steve saying that something important had come up and that he and Bucky would be back before dinner. You tried to hold back the feeling of dread. You told yourself that a romantic dinner with your loves was more than what you had gotten in a while, and that it was better than nothing. You might even be able to indulge in some well needed release with the two afterwards. So you sighed and began going about the preparations for that night.

A feeling of peace came over you as you sipped your coffee and took out the ingredients for your cake. You had made one on every birthday you had shared with the boys. It was a favorite of all of yours: chocolate devil’s cake with rich ganache frosting and raspberry filling. You still remember the sinful moan that Bucky had let out when he first tried it on his birthday. You had almost creamed your panties on the spot. You smiled at the memory and continued to prep the ingredients, swaying your hips to the soft music playing. It was almost muscle memory at this point. When the cake was in the oven, you prepped the food for dinner. It was one of Steve’s mother’s recipes, rescued from the Smithsonian last year. You lived for the look of nostalgic glee that he got on his face whenever he came home to this meal. It made your heart soar.

As the day wore on, you got more and more frustrated. You had gotten calls from your family, friends, even Tony had called to wish you a happy birthday, but you still hadn’t heard from your boys. It was getting later, closer to the time they would get off. You figured they wanted to surprise you. So you went upstairs, showered, and put on your favorite dress: a sleek, satin, red number that always made Steve and Bucky’s eyes grow dark. After, you set the table, placing the roses you had picked up yesterday into a crystal vase and lighting a few candles. You poured three glasses of the fancy wine you kept for special occasions and sat down to wait.

By the time the clock rolled around to 9, you knew they weren’t coming. You had already drank half the wine and were feeling very, very pissed. You picked up your phone, hands shaking and tears on the edge of you eyes. The dial rang twice before Steve picked up.

“Hey, sweetheart! Sorry, I didn’t realize the time. What’s up?” his voice was far too chipper, and it made you sick.

“Where are you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“We got caught up with something, there is a lot of paperwork. It looks like me and Buck will have to spend the night.”

“I told you that I needed you today, Stevie.” You wanted to throw up.

“I know sweetheart, but can we postpone? Maybe we can have date night next weekend?”

You were crying now. Your breaths were coming in short bursts, and your heart felt like ice; a cold, heavy weight sitting in the middle of your chest making it impossible to breathe.

Steve’s voice cut through, “Is everything alright sweetheart? Did something happen?” You could hear Bucky in the background, clearly recognizing the worry in his boyfriend’s voice. They had forgotten. You had been together for so long, and they had forgotten. You hung up without answering his question.

The room was spinning. Everywhere you looked you saw the remnants of your life with the soldiers. Bucky’s work boots standing by the door, Steve’s favorite book on the coffee table, your mugs set up on the counter together. It was mocking you. You stumbled up to your shared room, ignoring the ringing of your phone downstairs. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted out, away from the pain, away from the reality of your loneliness. You threw some clothes in a duffle and left. You didn’t take your phone. You didn’t want to talk or be found. You could barely see as you drove, tears running down your face and smearing your makeup.

Your mom didn’t ask any questions when she opened the door to find you there, still in your red dress with puffy eyes and a lost look. She opened your arms, and you fell into them and cried.

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Steve was already starting to panic when you didn’t pick up the third time. He racked his brain trying to figure out what was wrong. Did someone break in? Were you hurt? He vaguely remembered something about you asking them to take the day off, but it was lost in the panic of the attack. Some new recruits had returned from a scout to reveal information on three new Hydra bases that they hadn’t even known about. There was paperwork, lots of it, and plans that needed to be drawn up, teams that needed to be assigned. All of that seemed small at the thought of you hurt.

Bucky was pacing nervously. “Did she say anything else? Anything at all?” he asked, biting his lip.

“No,” Steve responded, “She hung up without answering.” The two super soldier were too preoccupied to notice Tony had entered. The billionaire eyed the men curious.

“I’m surprised you two aren’t home yet. I’d assume you’d had some grand plans for your girl’s birthday,” he said smirking. The words hit Steve like a bucket of ice water. He looked over, seeing Bucky with the same expression of shock, guilt, and fear.

Tony looked back and forth between them, and his cocky expression fell. “Don’t tell me-,” he didn’t finish. The boys were out of the room before he could, sprinting as fast as they could down the hall.

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The door swung open, nearly punching a hole in the wall as Steve and Bucky heaved through the door. One look told them all they needed to know. Steve walked up to the table, a gorgeous dinner lying cold on the plate and an empty bottle of wine next to two full cups and an empty one. The candles were burnt out and the roses had been knocked over. As he went further, his breath caught in his throat. The cake, so beautiful and made with so much love and effort, was smashed, and next to it on the counter was the promised ring he and Bucky had given you two years ago. A wretched noise left his throat as he sank to his knees.

Bucky wasn’t fairing any better. His eyes scanned the room with military precision, but inside was a panic like nothing he had ever felt before. As Steve cried on the floor, he rushed past him and up the stairs to their bedroom, hoping to whatever god was out there that you were still here. He knew before he stepped in the room that his prayers were unanswered. The closet was open and your travel duffel was gone. Your toiletries which had so long held the place between his and Steve’s were missing, leaving a gaping hole on the counter that he could feel down to his soul. A cold feeling began to creep through him, starting deep in his chest and spreading outward. It was painful and heavy and dark, and Bucky hated it. He would take Hydra any day over this. What made it worse was he knew it was his fault, he knew and he could do nothing to fix it. You were gone.

He trudged back downstairs where Steve sat motionless, still on the kitchen floor, clutching your ring like a lifeline. He slumped into one of the table seats, where he noticed your phone, abandoned and out of battery.

“What are we going to do?” he asked, voice hoarse with emotion.

Steve looked over, tearing up again. “I don’t know.,” he whispered. Bucky felt his heart sink even deeper.

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Chapter 15 of 27: Fireworks

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

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A/N: I was feeling sick for the past few days that’s why this chapter is a little late. Love you all so much for your amazing feedback and support! I hope you’ll like the chapter! <33

Words: 4.1k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader, post-war Warnings: none

Whispers in a dark room, soft touches, kisses all over your bodies; a laugh so bright and full of life, it made his heart ache. Clothes on the floor, candles lit on the nightstand, your perfume lingering in the air. The way, he ran his fingers through your air; the sound of your heartbeat underneath your skin.

Draco’s mind kept wandering back to the moments in the hotel room. Every fiber of his body wanted to go back, wanted to feel close to you again. He hadn’t realized how starved he was for human connection until your lips found his.

“Draco!”

Draco flinched and almost dropped his knife, when his mother called his name sharply. Narzissa Malfoy sat across the table, sending him a warning look.

“I’m sorry, Mother,” he mumbled. “I was …”

“Dreaming,” she finished his sentence. “You’ve been distracted all day, Draco. It’s impolite to our guests.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Narzissa,” Mrs. Greengrass chirped. “Astoria is just as quiet today. Who can blame them, really? They don’t care about our gossip.” When she laughed, Draco noticed that her eyes grew so small, they were hardly visible anymore. It made him wonder where her daughters got their beauty from. It certainly didn’t come from their mother.

He looked to his side where Astoria absently stared at her table. She had barely touched the food yet. Something seemed to bother her.

Narzissa had invited Mrs. Greengrass and Astoria for lunch today. “Just to catch up,” she had said to her son. However, he knew that wasn’t the full truth. His mother was worried. Very worried.

In the beginning, she had believed dating a Gryffindor was just an excuse for Draco. A way to postpone the engagement a little longer. Those games happened more often than anyone would like to admit but she knew quite a few similar stories. However, after the holidays and after seeing him for the first time since the school year started – she had noticed something. A change in him. Small and tiny, like a daisy trying to grow in the cracks of old pavement, but it was there. And it kept on growing.

Draco had smiled when he came home – and when Narzissa asked him about you, there was a spark in his eyes and happiness in his voice. It left her wondering if the whole relationship thing wasn’t an excuse after all.

Narzissa wanted Draco to be happy, of course. He was her only son, her pride and joy, the love of her life. He had to endure so much pain and suffering in his young life and a lot of it was undoubtedly caused by her husband and herself. A fact that broke her heart and filled her with guilt, every time she looked at Draco. So what kind of mother would she be if she didn’t wish for Draco to find his way back to life and for him to be with someone who offered him the peace and stability he so desperately craved?

However … she was still a Malfoy – and a Black. And your family? Despite being Purebloods and also quite comfortable in their ways of living, they were different. She had experienced this first hand when they came to the Manor two years ago, demanding to know the whereabouts of their other daughter. No, after the scene that unfolded that afternoon, Narzissa highly doubted that a union of their families would bring anything other than chaos. It would be as if Draco tried to marry into the Weasley family. Not at all suitable for a man from his background.

But a marriage with a Greengrass? In Narzissas mind, it would be truly perfect. They had so many similarities – growing up in the same circles, living in the same Hogwarts house, sharing friends and values. Perfect, Narzissa had thought when Mrs. Greengrass asked her about a potential engagement between their children. And in a very self-centered way, she also realized that this would get her family back their former reputation. It would mean money and status and another chance at the life she had lost after the war. Draco just needed to marry Astoria. It wasn’t too much to ask. After all, Narzissa didn’t love Lucius when they got engaged – the feelings grew over time. Surely, it would be the same for Draco and she was certain that he would be happy with Astoria. There was nothing wrong with arranged marriages – they were practiced among pureblood families for centuries. So why break that tradition now, in a moment, where the Malfoys needed it the most?

When Draco came home after Christmas and spoke about you, Narzissa knew instantly that it was time to act. He didn’t realize it yet, but Narzissa saw it – if she didn’t put a stop to it now, Draco would soon know that his feelings succeeded the ones of a teenage crush. Under no circumstances could he find out, that what he felt – under all the confusion – was love. Luckily (at least for her in this exact moment), her son was an expert at swallowing down his true feelings and pushing others away. So there was still hope for Narzissa. He simply needed to spend more time with Astoria to realize that the future of his family was more important than you.

As a start, she had invited Mrs. Greengrass and Astoria over for lunch. Afterwards, Narzissa planned on going on a long walk with Mrs. Greengrass, leaving their children alone together. Now, she looked at the faces of the two of them, bored and distracted, and decided that maybe sooner would be better than later.

“How about,” she turned to Mrs. Greengrass, “we go for a walk and let these two catch up.”

Draco frowned. “We’re not done eating yet. Isn’t there des –”

„It’s alright, I’m not that hungry,” Mrs. Greengrass interrupted him. She had picked up on Narzissas undertone. The two women stood up, gracefully as always, and smiled at their children.

“You spent the whole morning talking about how you looked forward to this lunch, mum,” Astoria pointed out, barely hiding her annoyance.

Her mother laughed. “Nonsense, honey.” She put her hand to her daughter’s cheek. “Have fun, you two.”

When the door fell shut behind their mothers, Draco snorted and shook his head. Astoria stayed quiet. Her eyes were back on the plate. She still hadn’t touched the food.

“You don’t like it?”, Draco asked.

“Would you be offended if I said no?”, she asked dryly.

“Slighty,” he raised an eyebrow, “mainly because I know from first-hand experience that our house elves cook better than yours.”

“Right,” she scoffed. “Because for everything the Greengrasses have to offer, you find something better.”

Draco stopped his fork right in front of his mouth. Lowering it, he turned to look at her. “That took a conversational left turn.”

The black-haired woman simply stared at her plate, clenching her teeth.

Draco sighed. He sensed where this was going. “Just say it, Astoria.”

Finally, she reacted. With a little too much force, she slammed her fork down. “I said it,” she tried to keep her voice calm and steady. “Time and time again. Quite frankly, I’m tired of repeating myself.”

“Is this about Y/N again?”

“No!”, she spat. All gone was the attempt of acting calm. “Not everything is about that –”

“Careful,” Draco warned her and leaned back against the chair.

She raised her hand but then took a deep breath. “Not everything is about her.”

He waited for Astoria to keep talking – but she didn’t. Oh, how tired he was of having the same discussions with her all over again. “Then what’s your problem today?”

“You’re an asshole,” she snarled.

He shrugged. It was probably true.

Astoria shifted in her seat and for the first time, since they had sat down to eat, did she look at him. He saw the anger and frustration in her eyes.

“Why don’t you want to marry me?”, she asked.

The question – and the confidence she asked it with – took him off guard. Draco frowned. “What?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s clear that you don’t. I’m asking you why.”

Because I don’t want to end up like my parents, was the first thought that popped in his head. It surprised him. He loved his parents and had spent most of his life looking up to them – but the thought of entering the same lives as they did over twenty years ago … It scared him. A young marriage to someone he didn’t love, being surrounded by people like them, raising kids in an environment as hateful and strict as the one he grew up in … He didn’t want that.

It wouldn’t be that way with you.

He swallowed at the new thought, wondering where it came from. Well, obviously, spending so much time with you in a literal “What if?”-scenario, would give him all sorts of ideas. Yet, he couldn’t help but think that whoever you chose to spend a life with – you’d be different. The family you started would be different. Your house would be filled with love and laughter and you’d adore and support your family no matter what. He just knew.

As if Astoria had read his mind, she suddenly asked: “What can she offer you that I can’t?”

Everything. And nothing at all.

Draco was irritated at the wording. “Offer me?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “What can she and her family offer you –”

“She doesn’t offer me anything,” he clarified. “Neither does her family. She or you are not something I can buy.”

Astoria groaned and threw her head back. “Oh, Merlin, don’t go all Gryffindor-feminist on me. You know what I mean.”

He did. But he wasn’t keen on explaining to the young Greengrass why he preferred to spend his time with a Gryffindor over her. “I’m not planning on marrying her anytime soon, Astoria,” he said instead, a lot softer now.

“Great,” the sarcasm was dripping from Astorias voice. “Then we can get engaged.”

Draco let out a long breath. “No.”

She crossed her hands in front of her chest. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to,” he burst out. Merlin, why couldn’t she just leave him alone?!

“Why not?”

He wiped his hand over his eyes, suddenly feeling tired and exhausted. “Because I don’t have feelings for you.”

There was a brief moment of silence in which Astoria simply looked at him. Then suddenly the corners of her mouth began to twitch. Before he knew what was happening, she started laughing. It was loud and shrill. “Oh, Draco, that’s adorable,” she managed to get out. “Do you think I have feelings for you?”

Confused, he blinked.

The smile on her face vanished. “You know damn well that marriages in our circles are rarely about feelings.”

Draco shrugged. “Well, they should be.”

“What happened to you, Malfoy? Seriously.”

Again, there was this awkward pause between the two Slytherins. Resentment and frustration hung in the air and Draco wished for his mother to come back right this moment. Looking at Astoria however, a girl so proud and ambitious most of the time, another thought entered his mind. He had wondered about this a few times already.

“I don’t get it,” Draco began. “There are probably dozens of men who would love to marry you. Hell, even Blaise or Theo would say yes to an engagement. Why are you so set on marrying me? Especially if there are no feelings involved?”

Her eyes flickered away. She shifted uncomfortably. “We grew up together, I think you’d be a good fit.”

Draco scoffed. “Yeah, right, and Jesus was a muggle.” He didn’t believe her one bit. “Spill it, Astoria. All I have done for the past months is embarrassing you. Why do you want to marry me so badly?”

She pressed her lips together.

“Are your parents forcing you?”, he continued. “I honestly doubt that your father is thrilled about having me as his son-in-law.”

Astoria rolled her eyes at him. “They’re not.”

“Then what is it?”

Silence. She wouldn’t look at him but this behavior only sparked his curiosity even more.

When she spoke again, her voice was unusually quiet. Almost timid. “I just don’t know what you see in her. She’s not like us.”

That’s exactly it, Draco thought. He didn’t say it though. Instead, he leaned forward and reached for her hand. He stroked over it in a calming manner with his thumb. “Astoria, we’ve been friends for so long now. Just tell me –”

Quickly, she pulled away. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

***

New Year’s Eve …

Draco stood in front of the huge windows, overlooking the dark gardens of the Greengrass estate. It smelled heavily of flowers from all over the world in the greenhouse. The scent would have probably given him a headache if he hadn’t already finished a glass of firewhiskey. In the distance, he could see the lights coming from the big mansion. He saw silhouettes of the guests and wondered if they were really having a good time or if they were just pretending. Like he was.

After returning from the walk, Mrs. Greengrass had announced that Narzissa and Draco needed to join them for the night to celebrate the New Year together. He saw how it hurt his mothers pride to be invited so last minute, however, she accepted with a smile. And now they were here. It wasn’t a big party, just a few of their closest friends. Still, too many people for Dracos taste and so he hid in here.

Looking out at the window, he wondered what you were doing tonight. Since getting back, neither of you had sent a letter. Two nights in the hotel, memories that caused shivers to run down his spine, and a promise that it would mean nothing. It left him unsure of what to do next. How were you spending the night? Were you at a party? Getting drunk with friends, maybe even sharing a kiss with someone when the clock turned twelve?

He gritted his teeth at the though. Stop it, Draco reminded himself. Stop getting attached. You’re not dating, she’s free to do as she pleases.

“We used to play Hide and Seek here,” a voice interrupted his thoughts. “With Daphne. Remember?”

Astoria. He didn’t need to turn around to recognize her voice. “I do,” he nodded, still looking out in the gardens. “You were so bad at it.”

She chuckled. “I know.”

Draco glanced at her. They hadn’t spoken since the lunch earlier today and he had suspected her to still be upset. When she smiled at him however, the smell of wine hit him. Well, this explained her mood.

“I loved this place,” Draco said, knowing it was best not to address her drunken state. He raised the glass of firewhiskey to his lips.

“I know. You fucked Daphne in here.”

The words caused him to choke on his drink. He coughed heavily when he felt the burning liquid running down his throat. With red cheeks and tears in his eyes from the sudden reaction of his body, he turned to face her.

Astoria wasn’t fazed at all. “Didn’t you?”, her voice cheery.

Draco stared at her.

“She told me,” Astoria continued. “Summer before your sixth year.”

“Why are we talking about this?”, he finally asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

She shrugged. “Just popped into my head when I saw you standing here.”

She said it so nonchalantly and looked out of the window – it confused Draco even more. Truthfully, he was also a little shocked by her choice of words. He never heard her talk like that. Never. Draco shook his head and took another sip of his drink.

“What did you see in her?”, she asked innocently.

“In your sister?”

“Yes,” Astoria nodded.

He shook his head again. “Astoria, you’re drunk.”

“No, tell me,” she demanded with more force now and looked at him. Her cheeks were rosy and the hair messy as if she had spent the last hour dancing.

“Nothing, I –,” Draco groaned. “It was a summer fling. We barely dated.”

“But what did you see in her?”, Astoria repeated herself. “You choose everyone but me.”

Oh.

Here we go again. She looked at Draco and for the first time, he noticed something. Maybe it was a product of the alcohol or maybe it was truly because of him: she was hurt. Gone was all the pride and anger. Only sadness and a hint of desperation was left in those jade-green eyes, as she stared up at him.

Because of me?, Draco wondered. Was he the reason for her pain?

Astoria blinked and again, something changed. As if she tried to put on a mask, a smile appeared on her face. “Maybe you could see something in me if we just …” She made a step towards him. Draco backed away. Behind him were only the windows though.

“You’re drunk,” he stated again.

She giggled. “I’m just a little tipsy. It’s okay though …” Another step forward and suddenly she stumbled. Out of instinct, Draco put his arm around her waist to keep her from falling to the ground. She leaned against him now, pressing her petite body against his. He crinkled his nose when the smell of wine hit him again.

“Astoria … don’t,” he said softly.

She reached for the button on his shirt, clumsily trying to open it. Draco tensed up and she stopped. “Why not?”, she asked, tilting her head. In a sick way, it reminded him of the way you would look at him. The difference was, however, that he liked it when you did it.

He released his grip from her and carefully tried to get free of her fumbling hands. “Don’t, no, I can’t deal with this,” he mumbled and successfully took a step to the side.

Seeing her like this, it was a picture of misery. She cleared her throat, her hands shaking slightly. Draco wondered if she suppressed tears and the thought filled him with guilt. It made him choke up. So much guilt for so many things … he didn’t have room in his heart for anymore. He needed to get out of the greenhouse, he wanted to go home. No, not home. To Hogwarts. To you.

He reached for his tie. It was hard for him to breathe all of the sudden. Those fucking flowers, there was no air left for him. When he stumbled backwards, trying to get to the door, Astoria laughed. “Right because you can fuck everyone but me.”

“I ...”, Draco swallowed and right in this moment fireworks went off. Midnight. Outside, the sky was filled with bright colors. Red, orange, yellow, green. It was too much, too loud.

“Happy fucking New Year, Malfoy.”

***

“How much can you possibly fit in this book?”, Blaise asked.

Draco looked up at his question. “It’s not my first one.”

“Oh,” his friend made. “I thought it was a magic book or something.”

Draco shook his head before turning his attention back to the pages, filling them with what happened over the holidays. All the little details, he didn’t want to forget a single day. Well, except for the 31st of December maybe.

Draco, Blaise and Theo were currently sitting in a small section in the Hogwarts Express. They would reach Hogsmeade any minute now. It was snowing heavily outside, making Scotlands landscape resemble the one of a fairytale.

Draco was looking forward to returning to school. At home, he felt like he couldn’t breathe most of the time. Too many memories were left in the walls of the Mansion and seemed to haunt him whenever he wandered the now empty halls. If he were honest with himself, there was one more reason though. You. He’d see you again. For the first time since Christmas.

“I thought about starting one of those,” Theo suddenly admitted.

Draco looked up again, only slightly annoyed at the disturbance. He raised his eyebrows. “You were.”

His friend nodded.

“Why?”, Blaise asked.

Theo shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea. Besides, maybe it helps me get out of the therapy sessions.” He looked at Draco and added with a lot of sarcasm: “Thank your girlfriend for that, by the way.”

Draco rolled his eyes.

Blaise chuckled. “So, they’ve gotten to you.”

Theo nodded.

“It’s not that bad,” Draco said and added when he was met with doubting glances: “Just talk about what she wants and it’ll be over sooner than later.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem,” Theo replied. “What does she want to talk about with me?! I’m fine.”

“Are you?”, Draco asked but it was overheard when Blaise loudly announced: “Maybe she wants to talk about your messed up father.”

“Huh,” Theo made at that statement. He looked out of the window. Draco watched him and just before he could say something else, the train arrived in Hogsmeade. Theo got up abruptly, before they even stopped. “Well, anyways. Let’s go.”

“Hit a nerve there,” Blaise said quietly when Theo stepped out of their section.

Draco shrugged. He truly couldn’t tell how his friend felt. It wasn’t something they talked about, thanks to their Death Eater upbringing. Feelings were something you dealt with yourself and didn’t burden others with. However, he guessed that Theo wasn’t as happy as he pretended to be.

It was freezing cold outside. Thick snowflakes and an icy wind hit his face and Draco was mad at himself for forgetting to get out his scarf from his suitcase. They could hardly see anything and when someone hit them with a snowball, Blaise lost it and hexed a first grader.

“Missed detention so much?”, Draco snarled.

“He deserved it,” his friend replied and ignored the angry shouts of the first graders friends.

They arrived the carriages after what felt like an eternity. Did they magically lengthen the way to them? When Draco climbed inside, he sighed in relief. They were warm and cozy.

“Thank Merlin,” he mumbled and got out his wand to dry off the snow.

Theo and Blaise followed inside. Their eyes flickered only briefly to the Thestrals in front of the carriage. It had been quite a surprise for most of the students to come back in the beginning of the school year and see that the carriages weren’t driving by themselves after all.

Just when Draco made himself a little more comfortable and waited for the Thestrals to start making their way towards the castle, the door opened another time.

“Can I ride with you?”

You. Draco froze when he saw you, smiling at him nervously. You looked adorable in your Gryffindor attire – the hat pulled down over your ears, the red scarf tightly thrown around your neck. Adorable?!, he asked himself. What the hell, Draco.

“Sure,” Theo answered when Draco didn’t reply and changed his seat so that you could sit next to him.

“Thanks!” You climbed inside, lips trembling slightly from the cold outside. Just like he did, moments earlier, you sighed when you realized it was warm inside. You got rid of your hat and gloves, before looking at Draco again. “Hi.”

When Draco saw the smile on your face, it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. It wasn’t awkward between the two of you. Nothing had changed. It would just be like the night never happened. “Hi,” he said.

“Nah, come on, Draco, don’t be shy,” Blaise rolled his eyes and Theo grinned. “Is that how you greet your girlfriend after a week apart?”

“Shut up,” he shot at them.

Looking back at you, there was a challenging look on your face. You had raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to act. He hadn’t expected it. However, he knew what you were thinking. He should probably kiss you. Just for the sake of keeping this charade alive.

Carefully, Draco leaned forward. Just a quick kiss, he thought. He closed his eyes and then his lips met yours.

Fireworks.

The only description, he thought was fitting. Your lips touched only for a few seconds and yet something happened. A wave of memories hit him when he breathed in the smell of your shampoo. Suddenly, he was back in that hotel room and it was only the two of you. Almost out of instinct, he raised his hand to your cheeks and the once innocent kiss changed. He felt your hand gripping his shoulder tightly as you leaned in, desperate to get more.

It was Blaise who ended the kiss – with a click of his tongue, followed by a disgusted: “Okay, by Merlin, get a room, you two.”

***

A/N: My looooves, please bare with me. I know this is such a slow burn :D I Hope you still like it! I promise you, the pretending will end some day! <33

CHAPTER 16

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random-imaginess · 3 years

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Hi 🥺🥺🥺 anon sorry I didn't notice you had two prompt lists out 👉👈 it was for the comfort one

💕💕💕 thanks 🥺🥺🥺

This was completely by bad! I didn’t plan it very well. You requested prompt 16: “Don’t worry, I got you. Everything’s gonna be alright” with Lee Bodecker.

A/N: I’ve been itching to write something for Lee for a while, so thank you for sending something in for him! It’s my first time, so hopefully I did ok. There’s probably some inaccuracies, but I tried my best

Trigger Warning: reader has a gun pointed at them

Friday nights were date night. It was a small tradition that you and Lee had started early on in your relationship when you first started seeing each other. The only thing that was different about this night was that your man hadn’t arrived yet. He let you know that he was going to be late coming home, and instead of letting you postpone the date, he insisted on meeting you at the diner, in your favorite booth, and he’d be there as soon as he could, with a promise to make the night extra special to make up for being late. As special as the nights were to you, you really didn’t mind kipping one. They were started as a way to keep things romantic and to give you time to actually be together since he was so busy with his job. You understood how important it was to him, but you never argued. He didn’t want to go back on his word and disappoint you, so you agreed to meet him there. It was a quiet night. Only a few patrons here and there, some chatting with each other as Maryanne made her rounds refilling coffee mugs. The few people were one of the many reasons why you and Lee loved the place so much - the main reason being it was where you two met when you were a waitress there after just moving to town. The familiar faces and cozy atmosphere was always a perk. “Can I get you anythin’ while you wait, darlin’?” Maryanne asked as she passed by the table. “I’m okay, thank you. Lee should be here any minute, I don’t want him thinkin’ I started without him.” You laughed lightly, watching her give a nod. “Alright, dear. Let me know if you change your mind.” Just as she walked behind the counter, the tiny bell on the front door chimed, signaling that someone had walked in. Looking up hopefully, you were disappointed to discover that it wasn’t your Lee, just a tall man dressed in dark clothing. He paused at the entrance, scoping out the place before walking over to the bar and sat down. Maryanne sauntered over to him, looking him over as she pulled out her writing pad. “Can I get you anythin’ to start with?” The man was quiet, looking around like he was expecting someone to jump out at him. Before Maryanne could ask her question again, he bolted up from his seat and pulled a gun from his pocket, pointing it at Maryanne and anyone he made eye contact with. “I want all the money you got!” He yelled. “Everyone, empty your pockets!” Everyone had a slow reaction as it sunk in what was happening. You froze in your seat, only thinking about what would happen if Lee walked in unaware of the situation. The drowned out cries got louder when you were brought out of your trance by the man yelling at you, the barrel of his gun pointed directly at you. “Hey! I said give me your money!” He screamed, waving the gun towards your purse. “I don’t... I don’t have anythin’, I promise.” You stuttered out. Lee was the one who held onto all the money. Not because he didn’t trust you with it, that was just how it was. “Why’d you have a purse for, then? Don’t lie to me!” His tone got louder as he pushed the gun closer to your head. “I swear, sir, please!” You begged. “Give me your rings, then. Come on, hand ‘em over.” You hesitated and begged him, not wanting to give him your wedding band. You were struggling to get it off, both of you too distracted to notice Maryanne sneaking up behind him and smacking him in the back of the head with a frying pan as hard as she could. His arm jerked up and the gun went off, shooting the glass window behind you. You screamed and ducked your head, taking you a long moment to realize that you weren’t hit. You looked up at Maryanne and reached out to her, stepping over the unconscious man. Lee got a call over his radio from one of his deputies as he started making his way over to you. “Sheriff, a call just came in about an attempted robbery-” “Can’t someone else take care of that? I’m tryin’ to get to my girl and I’m already really late.” He tried to get out of going, but the deputy continued. “Uh, sir... this kinda has to do with her-” “Did she call you askin’ where I was? She’s so funny. Prolly chewed your ear off about what she’s gonna say to me when she sees me....” “No, sir. She’s at Maryanne’s place. The robbery was there at the diner and -” “And what? Spit it out already, is she alright?” He didn’t wait for a reply, he sped to the diner and pulled in, seeing other patrol vehicles and an ambulance parked out front. He slammed on the breaks and put it in park before jumping out, not bothering to shut it off first, and looked around the place to try and find you. He called out your name frantically, trying to find you through the small crowed and flashing light. It took you a few minutes to register his voice, but when you heard him call out your name again, you stood from the back of the ambulance. “Lee?!” You called out before spotting him ahead of you. You dropped the blanket that was wrapped around your shoulders and threw your arms around his neck as his arms wrapped tightly around you. You burst into tears at the sight of him, the shock instantly burning away as the events of the night played over again in your mind. “Are you alright? You had me worried.” “He had a gun, it was pointed right at me. I was so scared, Lee... I... I didn’t think I was gonna see you again...” you tried to get the words out between sobs. Lee’s grip tightened around you as he cradled you, whispering comforting words of affirmation in your ear to try and calm you down. “Don’t worry, I got you. Everything’s gonna be alright.” A million thoughts ran through his head, trying to process what you were going to do now. He hadn’t been briefed on what happened yet, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to sit through all the details, especially the parts concerning you. He decided that he would face that later, but now he just wanted to get you know where it was safe. “Let’s get outta here, alright? You ready to go home?” He tried to get a look at you, but you kept your face buried into his chest, managing a nod. He stood there for a couple more minutes before starting his way back to the running car. “Sheriff Bodecker, we still need’ta ask Y/n some questions, we haven’t-” “Can’t ya see what kinda state she’s in? We’re goin’ home. We’ll talk tomorrow and finish things up.” Lee helped you into the car and walked around to the other side, not giving anyone or anything a second thought as he got in and sped off towards home. You both knew it was going to be a long night, and Friday night’s were forever changed.

#sebastian stan imagines #lee bodecker imagines #lee bodecker x reader

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pinguuus · 3 years

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An overview on Yuuta and Yuuji

I hope and pray that we have some development on this topic in this weeks’s chapter, but to put it simply, Yuuta killing Yuuji would pretty much be him paving his own death.

I’ve seen some people getting shocked by Yuuta’s actions in the past few chapters, in how he is seemingly keen on executing Yuuji himself.

However, and despite the fact that Yuuta has stabbed Yuuji and dragged him around apparently dead, I don’t think we can make such a superficial reading of the situation without taking into account who Yuuta is, and how he enrolled in Jujutsu Tech.

(First time writing something with this extent so please bear with me)

Yuuta is constantly followed by a special grade cursed spirit, Rika, who for several years he couldn’t control, therefore hurting people against his own will. This brew feelings of impotence and despair inside of him - since he can’t avoid hurting people who are in his, and in association, Rika’s presence, he would rather isolate or even kill himself in order to put an end to the series of events he originated.

Yuuta is the first person we see in the story who is a victim of the Jujutsu system’s modus operandi - someone, anyone, despite age, personality, personal story and potential, who is seen as a threat, either to society or to the System, is to be eliminated.

Gojou is a piece that is inside the System but simultaneously outside of it. He has enough influence, being the most powerful and feared sorcerer, to not find any evident active opposition to his wishes. And his wish in Yuuta’s situation is to let him live, help him unravel Rika’s curse and his potential along with it.

We see this pattern again in the main story with Yuuji, now a vessel to a Special Grade curse and thus a threat to society and to the Jujutsu System. Once again, despite his young age, his soft personality and his potential, he is set for execution. And once again, Gojou intervenes and takes him under his wing to develop his potential, both as a vessel and a sorcerer. It is important to note, however, that contrary to Yuuta, Yuuji is against his execution, and doesn’t understand the need for it.

Back to Yuuta, he feels the prejudice for him the day he first enters Jujutsu Tech, when he meets his fellow colleagues, who display a general feeling of fear and horror, and for Maki, even despise.

Maki reads him quite well from the get-go and points him out as a passive individual, as someone who, being unconfortable with what happens surrounding him, decides to take the easy way out and avoid the problem by avoiding triggers instead of going out of his comfort zone and trying to actually solve the problem.

This was pretty much a wake up call for Yuuta, who probably never gave much thought about being able to take an active part in his situation, having accomodated to his circumstances and to the level of protection Rika granted him. Making him think about this, Maki helped him find his motivation - he wants to be reliable, so that he feels like he deserves to keep living. He feels the need to validate his life through his actions.

Back to Yuuji: his motivation is revealed with Yaga’s interview - his life up until then was pretty straighforward, simple and normal, with him being some kind of freak in respect to sports, but having nothing unique to him. Once he ate the first finger, he has a purpose that can solely be put onto himself - eat the rest of Sukuna’s fingers and avoid the deaths that rampaging curses attracted by those fingers would cause. There is Yuuji’s desire to be reliable and also, the way he found to be kept alive. He had decided how he wanted to live.

Fast forward to Shibuya, and Sukuna’s rampage ends up killing probably a good part of the region’s population. This is a first to Yuuji, and here is where he starts drawing closer to Yuuta’s own storyline - the curse he lives with masacred people, drawing feelings of deep guilt to Yuuji. Guilt for eating the finger in the first place, and guilt for being alive when the higherups wanted to execute him. He questions if his motivation was real to start with or just a facade for him to avoid his death. Here we see the first obvious display of Yuuji also needing to validate his own existence through his actions.

Also similar to Yuuta, Yuuji isolates himself, showing feelings of uncertainty regarding if he should return to Megumi and to his other coleagues, after thousands of people died, including Nanami and possibly Nobara, and Gojo got imprisoned, because he believes those events were his fault. He couldn’t be reliable for these people - indeed, he thinks he was their demise.

Then we assist to the decision making of the higher up council - execute Yuuji and Yaga, and keep Gojou imprisoned (this last topic shows how much of an influence Gojou’s power has over the higherups - and him being MIA makes it easy for the system to restart reoperating in its prefered ways) for being the accountable ones for the tragedy that happened in Shibuya.

Yuuta makes his first appearance in the main series and offers himself for the task of killing Yuuji, making his motive the fact that because of Sukuna’s rampage, his friend Inumaki was left without an arm.

However, in the beggining of this scene we see how Yuuta adresses the higher ups:

He knows he doesn’t have their sympathy, and even makes a remark that seems very sarcastic to me “Then should I enter into a binding vow or something?”, demarking how he knows that no matter what he does, he will always have his death penalty hovering over him.

Now, let’s take a look into what was decided in council:

Let’s connect some dots here. Yuuta was saved by Gojou, who enrolled him in Jujutsu Tech, where he met people who he admires and are precious to him. Let’s start with Gojou.

Gojou postponed his execution and gave him a choice: after he learned how to control Rika, Yuuta could choose either or not he wanted to proceed with his penalty. He gave him the chance to work on himself and not throw his life away on a whim.

Then we have Maki, who I already wrote above was able to read him right away, and acted as a catalyser for his change of attitude. Yuuta admires Maki, despite her having the ghost of being “the failure of the Zen’in family” hovering over her.

And also, this panel:

(”Let’s crush the Zen’in family”? Uhm, as much as in this panel it might sound like a joke, it definitely makes it look to me like a negation to a possible cooperation with Naoya in the current timeline)

Then, Inumaki, an often misunderstood kid who has been trying to help Yuuta since day one because he went through similar cirscumstances since he was little.

(Who do we have that is also going through similar circumstances? That’s right, Yuuji.)

And we also have Panda of course. The interactions we see between them are either more lighthearted or this instance above where he gives Yuuta some insight on Inumaki.

These are the people who he warmed up to, and who he wants to protect. Okkotsu won’t side with anyone who trashtalks or tries to hurt them in any way.

However, this trio also has a connection with Yuuji, one of friendship and partnership at that. For example, look at this panel of Panda when he hears about the possibility of Yuuji’s execution plan being reset into action:

There.

If Yuuta would decide to execute Yuuji, not only would he be agreeing with the same plan that deems his saviour as a criminal and murderer, but he would as well be hurting this trio that he loves.

Moreover, and returning to the Toge/ Yuuta/ Yuuji “parallel”, Yuuta killing Yuuji would mean a disregard for Panda’s words regarding Toge as well as for Toge’s attempts to help Yuuta in dealing with his situation, since he would be taking an opposite approach with Yuuji. Yuuta taking this approach to avenge Toge himself would be absolutely despisable.

Also, we have to address Gojou’s travels abroad to talk with Yuuta. What about? Was he prediciting that something could go wrong with him and therefore passing his role to Yuuta?

To finish this up, the last reason I believe Yuuta is not killing Yuuji is the fact that him doing such thing would in a certain way open a precedent for the execution of his own penalty. The higher ups aren’t trustworthy, and Yuuta, both for his condition and for being Gojou’s pupil, knows this very well.

Yuuta shares Yuuji’s pain, doubts, prejudice and circumstances. He is the one who is set to understand Yuuji’s situation the best in it’s entire complexity. Because they are so similar in so many aspects, Yuuta killing Yuuji would pretty much be Yuuta killing himself.

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etoileholland · 4 years

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Why must I meet you in a secret rendezvous?

@rosieholland asked “Hey I love all your imagines! Maybe you could do one where the boys are stuck at home during quarantine but Harry’s best friend y/n is staying with them. And Tom and y/n and secretly start dating and don’t say anything because they don’t know how Harry will feel about it.

Pairing: Tom x female reader; bestfriend! Harry

Warnings: a lil argument, I think that’s all

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you so much for requesting this, and I really hope you enjoy! As always, requests are open, and let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

It was a dangerous game to sneak around your best friend’s back, especially since you weren’t very good at keeping secrets.

You and Harry were nearly inseparable, and it seemed as though when someone saw one of you, then the other was somewhere nearby. When he began to work on his short film project and needed an actress, he called you first. You had known Harry for almost two years, and you met over what you call “the frozen yogurt debacle”. This needs no elaboration since it’s not important to the plot, but it’s important to note that a terrible shared experience can bring two people together.

A week into filming, it was announced that the UK would go into lockdown, and that meant filming had to be postponed. Since you spent more time at the Holland residence than your own, Harry asked if you would quarantine with them.

Naturally, spending so much time together with people for a few months would make it so that you get very comfortable around everyone.

The boys knew that you were physically affectionate, so no one batted an eye when you were cuddled up next to someone. Most of the time you were always with Harry, or sometimes Sam, and occasionally Tom.

That’s why no one suspected that you and Tom were secretly dating, especially Harry. You had vowed to keep it a secret from him because you didn’t want him to get mad at you for dating his brother.

Sneaking around was quite fun though, and it was becoming more and more like a game.

“Baby” you trailed off, moaning as Tom trailed kisses down your neck. You were both in his bedroom with the door locked, trying not to make any noise. Harry’s room was right on the other side of the wall, and it was a dangerous game to be making out in Tom’s room.

“Love, I need you-”, he placed a kiss on your shoulder, biting lightly as you moaned, “to be quiet.”

“You’re making it quite difficult.” You breathed back and he let out a breathy laugh.

“Good.” He kissed you deeper, and you heard Harry say something from the other side of the wall.

“Tom.” You were trying to untangle yourself from him, but he just kept pulling you closer. “Harry said something.” You managed to sit up, and Tom just pouted.

“So? He’s probably playing fifa or something.” He said, lifting his head slightly to kiss you on the lips.

“What if he knows?” You asked and he just shook his head.

“You’ve gotta tell him eventually. As much fun as it is to sneak around, you should be honest with him. He’s your best friend.”

“And he’s your brother.” You replied. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t want him to hate me for being with you.”

“I really doubt he’ll hate you, if he really loves me then he’ll be happy for me being with someone as lovely as you.” He stated and you nodded.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you cupped Tom’s cheek with your hand, placing a light kiss to his cheek, “I did promise Harry that I would bake cookies with him.”

“Alright darling, cuddle later?” Tom looked at you with wide, puppy dog like eyes and you let out a small laugh.

“Of course, see you later, secret boyfriend.” You whispered while holding up finger guns.

“Back at you, secret girlfriend.” He winked as you quietly left the room.

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“Earth to Y/N, why are you so distracted?” Harry waved his hand in front of you, gently slapping your cheek. “What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” He smirked as he let out a small laugh.

You two were supposed to be baking some cookies, but you’ve been lost in your thoughts for the duration of the activity.

“I’m just thinking about how in Italian, when you want to describe a loving boy with a good heart, you say “è buono come il pane” which literally means “he’s as good as bread” and I think that’s beautiful.”

“Actually, yeah that is beautiful. Would you describe me that way?” He looked up from the cookbook and you nodded. “Yeah of course, they must’ve had you in mind when they came up with that term.”

“Aw gosh I love you.” He put his hand over his heart and smiled, “but really, what are you thinking about? Hmm?” He prodded and you felt yourself already start to panic. He took a long drink of his water bottle, while continuing to stare at you.

“Okay fine, I was thinking that the guy who’s in the “Adam.” vine and the “hi, welcome to chili’s” guy are not the same person, but twins and I don’t know what to do with this information.” You rambled and Harry choked, gasping for air.

“Girl, you have got to use your one braincell for something more important than that. You’ve gotta be kidding.” He said but you shook your head no.

“Dead serious, why would I lie to you?”

“I don’t know, sometimes you don’t always say everything.”

“What do you mean by that?” You inquired and Harry remained silent.

“Nothing.” He choked out the word, and began to stare straight ahead. “Anyway can you just pass me the vanilla?”

—

“We can’t continue to do this anymore.”

A few days had passed since the baking incident, and you were convinced that Harry knew about you and Tom. You two were making out in the hallway closet, since it was one of the furthest points away from Harry’s bedroom, and far enough away from the living room so no one would hear you. You had begged Tom to not show any affection in the main parts of the house so that you wouldn’t get caught, so you two often ended up here.

“Whoa whoa, what do you mean by that?” His eyes scanned your face, and he rubbed your arm as you stood there silent.

“Baby please say something, it’s killing me. What do you mean we can’t do this anymore?” He whispered.

“I can’t sneak around behind my best friends back anymore, Tom. Okay? He’s gonna find out and he’ll be mad and I don’t want that. I don’t want to lose either one of you but if I had to choose-” you stopped yourself, and Tom looked at you with wide eyes.

“Finish your sentence.” He insisted, but you shook your head no. “I don’t want to finish it.”

“Say it.” He pleaded, and you looked down so he wouldn’t see a tear escape your eye.

“Say it!” He screamed and you flinched.

“I didn’t want to choose, but if I had to pick then I would pick Harry, alright?” You choked out the last word, and took a deep breath before finishing your thought. “I want a relationship with you but just because I want it, it doesn’t make it right. I love being Harry’s friend, and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship just for a relationship with you.” Tom backed away from you, speechless as he reached for the door handle.

“Tom I’m sorry, just wait one second.” You grabbed his hand and he stood there, waiting for you to break his heart again.

“Let’s not make things weird between us, yeah? Then everyone will know for sure what happened.” You stated.

“Right, because now we care so much about what others think.” He added as he left, closing the door and leaving you in the closet alone.

You knew this day would come, and you braced yourself for it, so when it crumbled you were prepared for it. You just felt numb, and the shock almost hasn’t registered yet. You left the closet and walked into the living room, where Harry and Sam were playing video games.

“What’s with the long face?” Sam asked as Harry looked up at you.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about how once I got a fortune from a fortune cookie that read ‘fortune not found: abort, retry, ignore?’ and I think I’ve been destined for bad luck ever since that fateful day.”

“Ah, cool. Hey would you want to play a game with us?” Harry asked, completely ignoring what you had just said.

“Sure, what kind?” You asked, but before you had a chance to find out what it was, Harry bolted past you.

“Tom, Tuwaine, Harrison, get over here!” He ran up and down the hallway, trying to get everyone’s attention.

“What in the world?” Harrison asked.

“Did someone die?” Tuwaine inquired, peeking his head out of his bedroom door.

“It’s nothing bad, wanna play a game with all of us?” He asked and everyone groaned and rolled their eyes.

“Well what kind of game?” Harrison said hesitantly as Harry just grinned.

“I’ll explain once everyone comes into the living room because I don’t want to explain it twice.”

Everyone made their way into the room, and Harry instructed them to sit on the floor in a circle. Just then Sam downed the last of his beer and set the bottle on its side in the middle of the circle.

“Alright, it’s truth or dare, but with a twist. Technically it’s more of a spin, it’s regular truth or dare but instead of singling each other out, it’ll be more fair with the spin the bottle aspect.” He rambled, taking a seat right next to you.

You noticed that Tom was sat as far away from you as possible, and dodging your gaze. You looked back to see Harry resting his hand on your knee.

“Are we ready to play? I’ll go first.” Harry spun the bottle and it landed on Harrison.

“Alright mate, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Okay.” Harry paused, “I dare you to read the last text message you received.”

Harrison unlocked his phone, and after a few seconds spoke. “Aha, it just says “Your amazon package is on its way.”

“Dang I was hoping it would’ve been juicier than that.” Harry remarked as Harrison spun the bottle. It landed back on Harry and he just smirked.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Last lie you told?” Harrison leaned his arms back and propped himself up with them. Harry thought for a minute and just shrugged his shoulders.

“I told Sam that I really liked his squash soup recipe but it’s utterly disgusting.” He gagged and Sam punched him in the arm. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad, right?” He asked and everyone remained silent.

“Whatever, spin the bottle asshole.” Sam crossed his arms over his shoulders as Harry spun the bottle, landing on you.

“Oh god.” You blurted out and Harry replied “Oh god, indeed Y/N. Truth or dare?” He grinned like the Cheshire Cat and your fight or flight instinct immediately kicked in.

“Truth.” You spit out, and Harry just looked you dead in the eye and said “I dare you to tell everyone that you’re dating Tom behind my back and decided not to tell me about it, even though I trusted you completely and entirely.”

“I-I’m, um, not, well-” you stammered. Your vision was becoming blurry and you felt a panic attack coming on. Without warning you jumped up and ran out of the room.

“Okay I think he had that one rehearsed.” Tuwaine remarked, and the room became silent again. Everyone looked at Harry disapprovingly, and the tension in the room was so thick you could cut right through it.

“Why would you say that?” Harrison asked and Harry was silent. “How do you even know she’s dating Tom?”

“Was dating, we’re not together anymore.” Tom added and everyone looked at him.

“What?” Harry asked, and Tom replied, “You heard me, we’re not dating anymore. She broke up with me earlier because she knew it was wrong that we didn’t tell you. She felt so guilty about it that she tossed her happiness aside to make sure you would still be her friend. She chose you over me, and now I’m starting to think she may have regretted that decision.”

“I’m a terrible friend, aren’t I?” Harry whispered and everyone nodded their heads collectively.

“I’m afraid so.” Tom said quietly.

“I gotta go talk to her.” Harry got up and ran out of the living room. He sped walked around the house looking for you, until he found you sitting outside next to the chicken coop. You were sitting with your knees to your chest on a lawn chair, holding a blanket and looking at your phone.

He hesitantly stood at the glass doors, and cracked the door open. You looked up to see him standing there, and you averted your gaze away from him.

“Hey, can we talk please? I come in peace.” Harry said and you remained silent. He pulled up a chair next to you and sat down, and cleared his throat.

“Listen Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that in front of everyone. I should’ve talked to you about it in private, and I’m sorry. I know that was a dick move, and I regret doing it.” His gaze was soft as he looked over at you, but you were avoiding his gaze, and pulling on a loose blanket string.

He sighed and continued to speak. “Tom said you broke up with him because you felt guilty for sneaking around. I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to sneak around, though. If he makes you really happy then I want what’s best for you. After all you’re my best friend, and I love you. And if your happiness means dating my brother then go for it, I genuinely mean it.”

You two sat there in silence for about a minute, until you finally spoke.

You knew?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, it was obvious.”

“What tipped you off?” You tilted your head slightly to look at him, and he met your gaze.

“When I came up behind you while we were baking cookies, I noticed you smelled faintly like Tom’s cologne, and how else would you smell like that if you weren’t constantly close enough to him?”

“Well, I also cuddle with you and Sam, so that’s not the best indicator.” You said flatly and he smirked.

“I also heard you two kissing outside at midnight. You were making right above my open bedroom window, of course I could hear you. Look, my bedroom window is right there.” He pointed upwards and you could clearly see his potted plant in the windowsill. “Also, Tom isn’t a silent lover if you know what I mean.” Harry lifted his brow as you began to choke. He patted your back as you tried to catch your breath, which resulted in him breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“I should’ve asked you if it was alright that I dated Tom. I’m sorry I went behind your back.” You had your head low and Harry shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have to be sorry. I shouldn’t have made you feel like you have to sneak around, just to be happy. Do you like him?”

“Of course, I mean sure, he gets on my nerves,” you let out a small laugh, “but I really do like Tom. He makes me happy and I enjoy spending time with him.”

“Then you have my blessing.” He stood up and bowed dramatically.

“Are you sure, Harry? I mean I-”

“Little one, I want you to be happy, even if it means you dating my imbecile brother.” He laughed and you pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you.” You whispered against his chest, and he whispered back “You’re welcome. Now go get your man.”

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Now go.” He ushered towards the door and you made your way back inside.

It didn’t take long to find Tom, who was sitting on his bed, eyes focused on his laptop. He looked up to see you standing in the doorway, and he shifted his gaze back to his laptop.

“Tommy?” You walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down. He continued to ignore you, and you felt as though you could cry.

“Please look at me? I’m sorry I broke up with you. I shouldn’t have and Harry said I have his blessing so that we-”

“Wait what did you say?” Tom cut you off, closing his laptop and sitting up. He scooted closer to you and put his hand on your knee.

“Harry said that he’s okay with us dating, so-.” You were cut off again by Tom crashing his lips onto yours. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, your chest flush with his. Breathless, you pulled away for a second, but Tom only pulled you in again.

“Are you mad-” you tried to speak but he cut you off yet again. “Don’t speak, okay? We’ll talk later. I just want you now.” You crashed your lips onto his, Tom moaning as he kissed you more passionately.

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pinguuu-ni · 3 years

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An overview on Yuuta and Yuuji

I hope and pray that we have some development on this topic in this weeks’s chapter, but to put it simply, Yuuta killing Yuuji would pretty much be him paving his own death.

I’ve seen some people getting shocked by Yuuta’s actions in the past few chapters, in how he is seemingly keen on executing Yuuji himself.

(First time writing something with this extent so please bear with me)

Back to Yuuta, he feels the prejudice for him the day he first enters Jujutsu Tech, when he meets his fellow colleagues, who display a general feeling of fear and horror, and for Maki, even despise.

However, in the beggining of this scene we see how Yuuta adresses the higher ups:

He knows he doesn’t have their sympathy, and even makes a remark that seems very sarcastic to me “Then should I enter into a binding vow or something?”, showing how he knows that no matter what he does, he will always have his death penalty hovering over him.

Now, let’s take a look into what was decided in council:

Let’s connect some dots here. Yuuta was saved by Gojou, who enrolled him in Jujutsu Tech, where he met people who he admires and are precious to him. Let’s start with Gojou.

And also, this panel:

Then, Inumaki, an often misunderstood kid who has been trying to help Yuuta since day one because he went through similar cirscumstances since he was little.

(Who do we have that is also going through similar circumstances? That’s right, Yuuji.)

And we also have Panda of course. The interactions we see between them are either more lighthearted or this instance above where he gives Yuuta some insight on Inumaki.

These are the people who he warmed up to, and who he wants to protect. Okkotsu won’t side with anyone who trashtalks or tries to hurt them in any way.

There.

If Yuuta would decide to execute Yuuji, not only would he be agreeing with the same plan that deems his saviour as a criminal and murderer, but he would as well be hurting this trio that he loves.

Moreover, and returning to the Toge/ Yuuta/ Yuuji “parallel”, Yuuta killing Yuuji would mean a disregard for Panda’s words regarding Toge as well as for Toge’s attempts to help Yuuta in dealing with his situation, since he would be taking an opposite approach with Yuuji. Yuuta agreeing to take the task of Yuuji’s execution upon himself to avenge Toge would be absolutely despicable.

Also, we have to address Gojou’s travels abroad to talk with Yuuta. What about? Was he prediciting that something could go wrong with him and therefore passing his role to Yuuta?

To finish this up, the last reason I believe Yuuta is not killing Yuuji is the fact that him doing such thing would in a certain way set the precedent for the execution of his own penalty. The higher ups aren’t trustworthy, and Yuuta, both for his condition and for being Gojou’s pupil, knows this very well.

Yuuta shares Yuuji’s pain, doubts, prejudice and circumstances. He is the one who is set to understand Yuuji’s situation the best in its entire complexity. Because they are so similar in so many aspects, Yuuta killing Yuuji would pretty much be Yuuta killing himself.

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sardonic-at-heart · 3 years

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Last Date

I wanted to make this the first chapter for the series related to Fragile where it’s all flashbacks of Sam’s memories with Mika, but then I wrote the end of this fic and said to myself, “Yeaaahhhh maybe not.” You’ll see why I changed my mind. Enjoy!

Summary: Tipsy Mika and steak eater Sam enjoy a night out together.

It was a comforting and delightful thought to know that even after two years of marriage, Sam was still captivated with his wife like the very first time he realized he fell for her. Her smile, her laugh, her blush. Every quirk she had he loved, because it all unequivocally defined Mika Anderson.

As he listened to her talk about her day now, he couldn’t help the smile creeping at the corners of his lips at her enthusiasm.

She stopped suddenly and narrowed her eyes. “Why are you grinning? I’m talking about waiting in line for three hours just to get my driver’s license renewed.”

He chuckled. “You just look really great tonight, is all.”

And she did. She was wearing her lace plum dress, a recent favorite she bought a few months ago. He loved the way the skirt swished around her legs like a princess he saw her as. Her long black hair was swept in a loose ponytail, a few strands framing her face. Picturesque and effortlessly beautiful.

Any man would worship the ground she walked on and Sam didn’t mind swallowing his pride to do so if given the opportunity.

“W-wha—” There it was: that famous blush he enjoyed causing so much. And that cute stammering she did when she couldn’t find the right words to say.

“Sorry. Go on, I’m listening.”

“How am I supposed to continue after you caught me off guard like that!”

He smirked. “You thank me for being the best husband in the world and compliment me back.”

She huffed, lips in a pout.

“What else did you do today?” He changed the subject for her sake. Because he was the best husband in the world.

“I went grocery shopping because we were out of eggs.”

“Thanks again for buying it.”

“I didn’t mind,” she grinned. “It was a good excuse to also go out with my friends and try this new gelato place Suzu showed us. We need to go back so you can try it! The key lime pie flavor was very light and refreshing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “They were supposed to be getting ready for their flight to Italy today.”

Mika waved dismissively. “Naomi made sure Suzu packed a few days ago.”

Sam chortled. Suzu wasn’t exactly the type to plan anything. At all. Luckily her fiancée was a lot more responsible than her and kept her important dates in check.

They postponed their conversation momentarily when a waiter came to their table. He ordered well done steak (which always made his wife grimace at his “lack of taste”) and she ordered garlic shrimp pasta. She took a glance at the alcohol menu, and he grinned at how her eyes sparkled once she found white wine to pair with her dish.

“How was your day?” Mika asked.

“Don’t get me started,” Sam grumbled.

“Hey, I had my chance to rant about my day, so it’s only fair you do the same.”

He smiled briefly before it soured into a scowl. “A lot of paperwork. Again. That’s why I was late coming over here.” He paused. “Sorry for that, by the way.”

“It’s no problem. You don’t have to apologize.”

“You sure? How long did you have to wait?”

“Sam. I’m sure now and I’ll always be sure the next time you ask. And it was just five minutes.”

His expression twisted in guilt. “If I’d been here at least five minutes earlier—”

She let out an exasperated chuckle. “Sam. I’ve known for quite a while that your job makes you incredibly busy and I understand that you’ll be late sometimes. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

He measured her with a stare, taking in her relaxed smile and green eyes with an earnest gleam, and then conceded with a sigh.

Mika’s smile brightened knowing she’d won.

Their dinner and wine arrived then and, because Sam knew she always did this when it came to food and Instagram, he leaned back in his seat so she could take a couple pictures of their dishes. Or ten. She made sure to take them at different angles, even though it was the same freaking thing in every shot. He would have laughed at her ridiculous positions and silly expressions scrunched in concentration, but he was getting hungry the longer her photo session dragged on.

“Take your last shot right now or I’m going to eat your shrimp,” he threatened.

“Alright, alright,” she chuckled before she frowned at her screen. “Wait, that was a little blurry. Let me do it again—hey!”

He warned her, but she didn’t listen.

She finally put away her phone with a glare that lost its edge as she pouted. “If your steak wasn’t so charred I’d do the same.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” he cut a piece while snickering.

They talked a bit about their favorite band’s album that had been released recently while they enjoyed their food. There were rumors that one of their new songs would be featured in a video game Sam liked to play and he hoped it was true.

She showed him the pictures she took this morning for Sammy’s Instagram and he chuckled at how adorable the Rottweiler was curled up in his new bed. Once in a while Sam heard the sound of a camera snapping, but when he turned to his wife she acted like he was just hearing things. She was probably taking more pictures again. He let it go with a shrug and kept eating.

After they had finished a delectable chocolate mousse cake, Sam was quick to pay for the bill before Mika could reach for her wallet. Luckily she was tipsy enough to thank him with a noisy kiss instead of insisting she should take care of it like she always did.

He suggested they do a night stroll to gaze at the city lights and she happily agreed, giggling to herself at a joke only she could hear. When she was in this state it was best to have her walk around a few minutes until she had a clear head. He wasn’t planning to repeat the last time she drank too much.

She tripped a few times and he threw his head back and laughed while helping her up. To his relief she was able to walk like a normal person after ten minutes, but then she took out her phone and randomly recorded them together for reasons that were lost on him. He took note to keep an eye out for her newest post later.

Sam heard her light snores as he parked his truck in their driveway and he chuckled to himself. As much as he loved the sight of his wife asleep, he couldn’t let her anywhere near the bed with her dress and her makeup still on. Reaching over to unbuckle her seatbelt, Sam swept her in his arms and made his way inside. Their Rottweiler perked from his sleeping position when his owners entered the bedroom and yipped in an energetic greeting.

“Sammyyyy,” Mika groaned, opening her bleary eyes. “Inside voice.”

He kept yipping.

Sam placed her in their bathroom and motioned her to shower. “Going to take him outside. Don’t fall asleep in there, okay?”

She mumbled her response and closed the door. He made sure to hear the sound of the showerhead turning on before carrying Sammy to the backyard. It only took a couple minutes for him to relieve himself, and Sam spent an extra few minutes to clean it up and chase him around to expend all that excitable energy. It made feeding and refilling his water dispenser much easier that way.

He made sure Sammy’s paws were clean and dry and then let the little rascal run up the dog stairs at the end of their bed and over to where Mika lay, snuggling up to her side on the left. Eyes half open but still aware of what was going on around her, she cooed and petted him as Sam left to take a quick shower as well.

“Still up?” He asked when she glanced at him as he climbed into bed.

“I wanted to stay up until you joined me.”

“I’m here,” he lazily rested his arm around her waist. “Get some shut eye.”

She hummed her assent, leaning in to kiss him. “Tonight was lovely. Thank you for being the best husband in the world.”

“Anytime, doofus.”

“I should pay you back.”

“Wait, what—”

“Because you paid for dinner and I need to return the favor.”

“Mika, you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” she looked so determined that Sam didn’t have the heart to argue. “How about I bring you a home cooked meal at lunch time tomorrow?”

Oh, okay. He was fine with that. “Sure thing. Text me when you’re there?”

She nodded, closing her eyes. “Yup. Night, Sam. I love you.”

“I love you,” he pressed a kiss on her and Sammy’s forehead and turned off the lights, hoping to get enough sleep for tomorrow’s shift.

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I always enjoyed reading your blog, but I have to say that I feel like a lot of us Nesta fans are going to leave the fandom after this book. Not necessarily because of disappointment, but because a bunch of us only stayed with the series to finally get to her story. And to be honest, I think BB and SJM themselves know that. I can't think of any other reason why they kept postponing the books and basically tricked us into purchasing acofas, since they marketed it as a 'bridge' that seemed important to not leave out. I personally will only keep up with fanfics about Nessian, but not really with the fandom as a whole, as there's constant fighting and victim-blaming going on. I'm sure a lot of us are still going to check on your fics

**** POTENTIAL SPOILERS, but I don’t think so. Everything is vague. (Just in case)

Oh my god thank you! I appreciate it though I’m not going to lie I am also only in this fandom for nessian/nesta and I’m like if Nestas story is over... and the next book will probably be in two years. I’m not sure how much I’ll be writing fanfiction or even participating in this fandom. Unless I choose to finish the fics I’ve already started and maybe a couple of one-shots here and there.

It’s not the book that I have problems with itself (though I will have some problems that I will save to discuss later when I’ve read the book thoroughly and others have read it). Lies! It’s the book I have a problem with, but not for the reasons of disliking or liking it.

Maybe I jinxed it. People overhyped it. I set out unrealistic expectations. But those do have to come to an end eventually and quite honestly this whole experience was a lot that I don’t aim to repeat. So I either have to detach myself or decide that I don’t care too much and go on. I’m not sure. I have to read the book. No character fascinates me that much outside of Nesta. Nesta to me was a character that no one had written before. Because she was ugly and good. Like she has such disliked traits that make her so hard to deal with but she stands up and overcomes and rages and storms and loves her sisters and the common good. Which was already proven in the whole series. So I don’t know why that was a plot point in here. Sigh. I feel like a lot of the plot is fixing or forming relationships. Which is okay (if they needed to be fixed). But it’s not what I wanted to read. I thought too much about this book and her character that I set it up for failure Bc my expectations would never be reached. I’m sure I will like the book. But I know I will not extremely love the book. And that’s my own opinion. I’ve read spoilers (MASSIVE AMOUNTS) before of books that I liked less and I loved the book and knew it immediately. This is... ehh not was what I was expecting. Which is okay. That happens. No hate to people who absolutely love it. Different books for different people. Styles change and all and this continuing series was a style change. But to me personally, It’s not really my thing.

But also I hate, hate, hate endings. I didn’t read the last book of TOG for three years, because I could not handle it. It made me want to cry. And Nesta’s and Cassian’s story, their main story ends, and it’s set up to end. I wanted to see their relationship develop of course, but honest to god I wanted plot. I wanted to see and feel and know Illyria like I know Crescent City, and I wanted to see other places and learn other cultures, and I really really wanted to see magical, scheming plot. Because this is the girl who stole from the f*** cauldron. I wanted her to heal, but I also wanted to her to discover more power than fighting (brute force). I wanted her to learn how to scheme like a politician or to really let everyone know that she gave no fucks and to be powerful and a liar or a cheat or show her wits and wiles, because this girl seemed smart and she to me was the antithesis to Rhysand, who was all of these things. And honestly, I wanted the Inner Circle to accept her because they understood her and she understood them, not because of what she does. Because they learn each other, because all of them suck so bad. And that’s perfectly fine if you admit that you all suck and love each other anyways. But that requires more than one book and this book is supposed to be a standalone. It also requires this to be less romance affiliated, like TOG or even ACOTAR, where romance is there and central but not the center, and that wouldn’t have happened. So all in all, unfortunately I might have to take an L on this. Seems horrible to me to thinks it’s so disappointing, but I know what I like and I know what’s in the book and how it’s written. And I don’t mean to say this to discourage anyone from liking/loving the book. I’m just trying to explain my own rationality about whether or not I continue with this fanfiction and this blogging stuff. I already don’t feel as obsessed with nessian anymore. I honestly want to read another book. I don’t read SJM for the smut, I think honestly she adds too much, so unfortunately L on that too.

But I’ll always have my imagination. I just don’t know how much effort I want to put into this series that I don’t feel is satisfying to me anymore when I was so obsessed with it for the longest. I always knew I would reach this point. I did for so many books. I think maybe we grow out of them, and sometimes they grow out of us. I’m not sure which one this will be. But it’s bittersweet I think. I feel like this was my emotional support book/OTP/character and now I need therapy. I don’t mean to make light of that, but that’s literally how important this character was to me, and it feels horrible. I feel like I’m breaking up from a three year relationship and unfortunately, I don’t handle change so well. But I’m sorry for breaking down in a post that was very nice! I really appreciate you reading my fics and wanting to keep up with them in the case that you leave also the fandom. I don’t know if I officially will, I change my mind every few seconds. But thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk, this made me feel better :)

#acosf spoilers #I think #just in case #nessian

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