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On our way

Flashback 1: We were younger…

(I wanted some more backstory I’m sorryyy)

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(Not so loserish)ellie x fem!reader

a/n: some fluffy flashback from when they were 14 to give some happiness :)

Max and Chloe coded!! (Just realised that wtf)

put my whole childhood homoromantic friendship into this 😪

RILEY MENTIONED!?? they did you dirty my love

c/w: compulsive heterosexuality?!(not much though), a chicken heart?😭, a bit of fighting (ofc!), jealousyyyy, panic attack (yes again)

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(Reader and Ellie are 14)

(4 years ago)

Readers pov:

9/14

Whatever negative, people say about eighth grade, it's true. Eighth grade sucks. Seventh grade is manageable. Sixth grade? fine but Eighth grade was a new level you didn't know you had to go through. Few weeks in and its already a nightmare for you and all your friends. Thank god you found some.

When you got into middle school a few years ago, you and ellie managed to persuade joel to send ellie to the same school as you. Which wasn't a hard decision for him, because in a small town in Boston, he didn't have that many options.

But you didn't get into the same class, which was quite scary for you at first. Ellie, on the other hand, is good at talking to people, sometimes a bit too well, and then she says things that she should probably have kept to herself.

However, you had problems at the beginning of the 5th grade. The fear of being rejected by people you studied with for a years had haunted you.

Some of the classes were mixed together and you still remember how quickly you scanned the room, so you could find ellie to sit next to her, and unsurprised there were a few people around her laughing. You stood next the crowd, too shy to get Ellie's attention. She didn't notice you at all at first, but talked and laughed with the classmates around her.

That was the first time you felt afraid of losing her to people who are more In so many patterns. For a few seconds, you just stood there and watched her. Her easy-going but also attentive nature, which attracted people like the light a moth.

It was like magic.

She played with the feelings and laughter like water. Light in her hands, without meaning and purely out of feelings, but so careful. This was her stage, she was in her element, and you would always just sit in the audience, with an astonished and envious gaze.

But then she saw you and brought a gap through the crowd to show you that she had secured a free seat for you, with her backpack.

But today it is no longer the case. Eighth grade is a lot of shit, but you've finally made friends in the meantime. For a matter of fact, you're talking to one right now, but you're too engulfed in your thoughts.

"Hellooo you still there?"

Your body stiffens and you quickly turn away from the window, into the direction of Isabella .

"What?" you completely forgot that you are currently in biology and In the company of a friend… and that you still needed to finish a partner project.

Isabella giggles softly.

“You’re always doing that, what is your head thinking about?”

she playfully taps your forehead with her index finger. You grin slightly and wipe her finger out off your face.

“Nothing I’m okay”

“I Hope so because we Are supposed to dissect a chicken heart and not stare out the window”

A glance at the table and there is the chicken heart she’s talking about.

“Yeah no thank you” you say with a grimace that makes her laugh.

“It’s okay we can google the tasks at home, this is torture.” She sighs, puts the lid over the heart and takes of her gloves, you do the same nodding.

“So” she turns to you again with that curious grin of hers.

“What have you been daydreaming about the past few days?”

You let out a nervous laugh and wave your hand in the air.

"nothing what am I supposed to dream about, so…"

She raises her eyebrows reproachfully, she knows how you lie.

"You don't have to tell me, but is it a certain someone who starts with E?"

Your blood freezes with shock, but also respectful fear, of her alleged knowledge.

"what i don't know who you mean" Sweat forms on your palms and you quickly rub them together so that they don't Stupidly betraye you.

"I guess I hit the bull's eye, I knew you liked him?" Your forehead frown on its own and your stress sweat turn into anxiety sweat.

"Him?"

Isabella nods. "Eliza, you like him… Right"

The first two letter almost give you a heart attack but then you just frown at her.

she seems confused by your confusion, you turn around slow, as you are sitting in the first row, to stare at the boy in the last corner.

He just laughed and pressed the chicken heart into his sitting partner's face.

Ew.

Isabella doesn't seem to notice how disgusted you are, because she gives you a promising and excited look. Something pushes you to lie, you couldn't control it even if you tried.

"Yes, that's it" a sad smile on your face as you say the words.

Before she can react, the door is opened in a loud swing and ellie is standing in the doorway, grinning, behind her a few boys and girls.

"Hey" she gives you a warm smile that you knwo all to well, her arms resting on the table.

Then she looks up at Isabella emotionlessly.

"Isabella"

"Ellie" she replies dryly.

Yes, the two don't like each other very much. Then ellie's smile turned, quickly, sending it back to you.

"Aren’t you done yet?"

"No, young lady, they are not, and you knock before you come in" Ms. Perlow's voice booms through the room.

Any normal student would be scared, which justifies this woman is scary, but ellie isn’t sacred at all.

Grinning, she raises her arms in the air, as if she’s been caught stealing. A few children giggle at her gesture, but the older woman doesn't think it's so funny.

"Ellie, it's the same every time, you make a clown out of yourself for God's sake, leave this task to the boys"

Mrs. Perlow looks away for a moment to massage her temples with her thumbs and pointing fingers, which you felt a bit sorry for, she was soo old. Ellie of course doesn’t care.

She quickly rummages for something in her jacket pocket and nimbly presses a small piece of paper into your hand.

"Okay, till next time, Mrs. Perlow," she calls into the room before disappearing out the door.

"I hope not," the teacher murmurs audibly, however, and whispers break out again, in the classroom.

Your fingers try quickly and unevenly to open the note.

Meet me at the new dinner down the street, I’ve got news and please don’t bring Isabella along

- your favourite person ever

P.S your hair looks pretty :)

With each step, you tousle the autumn leaves on the ground. It was kind of fun though, so you didn't stop, the scurrying sound of the dead plants in your ear.

Ellie mentioned a new dinner, which you have already drove by once with joel. After a few weeks ago, you passed by the former tourist center, which was soon to be renovated into a dinner.

Ellie thought it was better right away, because there is no one who wants to look around here in a small town Beverly farms. The eastern side of Beverly wasn't really interesting, she was right, but you always thought the little town was cute.

Here is everything you need and you have the sea right in front of your nose.

As you walk down the street with your backpack on your back, you think about what Ellie must have meant by "ive got news".

Before you know it, you'll be standing in front of the new store. "Seth's dinner". It actually looks very cozy, the light inside seems warm and a few people have already become aware of the place.

It seems to you just in autumn, very hopeful? A new beginning that is going well, a small but beautiful change in this small town. When you open the door, the door snorts cold from the air, the pleasant air surrounds your face.

There also seems to be a bar, graceful bottles on the wall and behind the counter. But otherwise it seems to be a normal dinner. Greasy smell of fries, burgers and beacons in the air, but on the order table it is written (in beautiful handwriting) that there should also be donuts and pancakes in the morning. In the evening, the bar opens.

At the counter, an older man is eyeing you, who is drying a glass. You've never seen him before, and he looks spooky right away.

Your head turns in every direction until you see the waving hand of Ellie, who had held a seat across from her in a corner of the table. It looks a bit like the dinners in Joel's old movies.

With a loud noise, you drop your bag and sit down opposite her. You let out a tired sigh, but then you notice Ellie's excited look. You shrug your shoulders uninformed.

"What?"

"Wait, I want to order before I tell you"

Her legs were constantly wriggling with hustle and bustle and you can't help but smile a little. The waiter came to your table and you two ordered 2 fries.

"Okay, tell me now" you say

Something good releases in your chest, you suppress the distracting feeling before it could reach the surface. The sparkle on ellie's face made you nervous in various ways.

"Okay, but promise me you won't be angry, ok?"

Okay, so the bad nervous feelings won. You strain straighter, ready for whatever might come your way.

"How old are we ellie, you don't always have to say that, when you've done something"

Ellie laughs so bright, that sound that you appreciate so much every time, as if it gives you water just before you dry out.

"remember how We wanted to go fishing with Joel this weekend"

You shake your head.

"You wanted this, not me ellie"

"yes, anyway, and you know Riley, don't you? From my English course"

Your shoulders slumped, just as you were about to answer, your order arrived. The old man from the counter. You automatically avoid eye contact. As he quietly, almost like a ghost, puts down the plates in front of you, he stops abruptly and stares at ellie's legs.

"Can you stop fidgeting like that, it drives me crazy"

His voice is exactly how you imagined it, rough, a little hollow somehow and he sounds like he's been a smoker for 10 years.

Ellie looks after him with a pissed expression on her face and starts shaking her legs even more out of provocation.

"Whatever, Riley wanted to come this time and her parents allowed it, isn't that cool"

You're not as enraptured by the idea as Ellie is and you tap with the tips of your fingers, and an unpleasant feeling in your stomach, on the table a little rhythm.

Ellie's foot bumps against yours and you look up at her even before she grabs your hand.

"Now I understand what the old man means, it really makes you nervous" she Chuckles and you just feel her hand for a moment. It lightens yours gently, but not considerately, as physical contact is normal between you.

Or at least it should be. But her fingertips triggered a wave of heat that spread to your face like wildfire.

You quickly flinch back, worried that Ellie might feel your pulse, which beats very erratically. Your thoughts are circling around, unsure if the feeling is positive or negative. It feels… nice? Exciting and it's directly addictive, you feel your inner self wanting to reach for more, but an indecent anxiety accompanies you every time you allow yourself to think this far.

"so you don't like idea huh?"

Your head goes up. Shes the same as always, reddish hair, green eyes, those freckles… Ellie's own gaze has descended. You never wanted to see her like that. Now you nudge her under the table with your foot.

"No, I think it's a good idea" you lie straight to her face.

The well-known grin creeps back onto her face and she stuffs a french fries into her mouth.

Then she proudly told you how she was sent to the school principal almost twice, but also about how she got a B+ in math and how the subject gets way too much hate.

You tell her that it deserves even more hate and about the weird interection with Isabella.

Ellie choked on a french chip and coughed so hard that Seth almost kicked her out. She said that she would know if you liked someone and that Isabella shouldn’t think she could be more important to you, than she really is.

This gave you a tingling feeling, so that you almost completely forgot about riley

"I don't understand your anticipation about something like that" Confused, you watch Ellie excitedly digging her fishing stuff out of the rack.

After joel voluntarily took her with him a few times, it became a little tradition and she got her own fishing set, which she takes care of like a mother.

"I like fishing and I like to eat fish, it's a perfect fit."

You're leaning your shoulder against the door of the garage when she bumps her head under joel's workbench.

“Ow”

He can't stow boxes well and safely. But there isn't much space here either, the green pick up truck, tools and the bench on which he has already built the craziest things for ellie.

"I don't get it no, I don't like the hunt and the taste of fish very much"

You always feel like an unnecessary murderer,since you kill the beings and it doesn't give you anything.

Ellie grabs her personal spare fishing line and packs it into her fisherman's backpack.

"Then you can leave the fishes you catch to me… if you catch any at all" She grins at you challengingly.

"Hey!" You point your finger at her. "I'm not that bad."

“No, I wouldn’t want to be reminded of how bad I am either, I get it." She says and you can hear her fucking smile in her voice.

"whatever ellie, i don't like it and it’s not because I’m not good at it"

"Oh no its not that your not good at it, its that your terrible at it"

Annoyed, you roll your eyes, turn around and leave Ellie in the room, but you both have a grin on your mouths. In the kitchen, Joel waits in his typical fisherman's outfit at the dining table, with a magazien about horse races.

He actually just looks like a forester. "Hey little one you ready for the trip?"

You let yourself fall across from him, on the wood table , which Joel must have built and sanded himself.

In the beginning, you had a lot of trouble with him, he was older and taller than most of the fathers you knew.

He was also a bit old to be ellie's father. Which, in the end,turned out that he wasn't. Not exactly.

That's why he was a little colder to you at the beginning, to test you. What does it take you to leave ellie, how quickly can someone get rid of you.

He wanted to know so he could protect her from it.

That's what you're understanding today.

Ellie couldn't afford to lose any more people, and you'd be lying if you said you would have done it differently in his place.

Yes, he was a bit intimidating at first, but after a few months he softened.

Now ellie worries that he loves you more than her, but you know the truth. No one could get close to ellie, just like no one would ever get close to sarah. Probably not even Ellie herself.

You really wanted to know what name would use Ellie for the both of you?

The thought of a name, It scares you both. Because it was more than friendship yet less than- "hey you okay?"

Joel and ellie stare at you.

You nod quickly and look at the clock.

”Didn’t she wanted to be here already?" Your question was more directed towards Ellie.

Then the house bell rang and your hope falls deep and painful.

Ellie's face is starting to shine again, and even though that was one of your favorite pictures, it started to annoy you very quickly the last few days.

"Wait, I forgot my gloves," she dashed up the stairs with her huge hiking backpack and her much too loud shoes.

Her nimble footsteps could be heard throughout the house. Your gaze flicks back to a very concentrated joel, who twitches his head towards the door, to make it clear to you that you should get it.

You let out a little sigh and wander extra slowly to the door, maybe she left. She didn’t.

But You can't lie, riley was pretty. and nice. clever too. It annoyed you to the bone.

"hey"

You look at her for a moment and immediately notice the backpack and the fishing rod. God ellie will love her.

"Hey come in"

You politely open the door for her, before she enters the house she quickly takes off her shoes. Jesus, good manners too.

"Riley, Welcome, we'll leave as soon as this girl finds her gloves" he laughs in his typical raspy voice.

"Don't talk about me if when not in the room," Ellie yells down and Riley giggles. "Thank you for taking me with you this time, Mr. Miller.“

You didn't know Riley, but you can tell right away that she's very intelligent and that you understand Ellie liking for her.

As much as you try to cover it up.

Joel shakes his head. "You can call me Joel"

Riley nods briefly, and Ellie shoes can be heard whizzing down the stairs again. When she sees Riley, she freezes for a moment, even though she knew she would be here.

For a moment you wondered why she did that, but then you got it.

"Hey Riley"

"Hi Ellie"

The drive to the lake was 20 minutes. And they were the worst 20 minutes of your life. Ellie wanted to sit next to riley so bad she left the front seat to you. She never does that.

From the mirror you could see the two of them laughing, talking as if they have known each other for years.

For the first time, it seemed to you that ellie wanted to share her stage with someone. It's as if she's brought someone from the audience to the stage.

And that someone wasn't you.

You didn't say a word the whole way. Not a word.

When the bluish lake was visible trough the many trees, you wanted to drown in it. Now you still want that.

The weight of your backpack bends your back right now, and ellie and riley never looked happier.

"Have you ever fished before, riley?"

you ask the tall girl.

She nods. "My grandfather used to take me on his trips sometimes."

"So cool," Ellie murmurs.

You thought everything was shit in this place. The lake looks so unwelcoming in the fall, as if it is personally trying to tell you to just give it up.

The old wood of the jetty squeaks and slips because of the humid air and you doubt the stability of the old thing. Joel prepares a place where he can fish in peace and quiet, and gives you younger people the freedom to do it on their own.

As the youngest in the group, it doesn't help that you really are bad at fishing, but you should be able to do connect the purr and the fishing rod.

Actually, you only have to manage to connect a fishing line, the rest takes care of itself.

Too bad you're so bad to make this fucking knot.

and you really try, but it just doesn't work. After a while you get too uncomfortable that you can't do it and you drop your fishing rod loudly on the wood.

Riley looks at you confused.

Joel was back at the car searching for the bait that disgusts you so much that you’re always afraid that the worms are still alive.

Ellie looks at you and stops at your bright red face. You can't read her look, you can't understand so much about what's been going on with her over the last few weeks, maybe even months.

But maybe you’re the problem too.

"Can you help Joel for a moment, we'll come right away" Ellie jerks her head in Joel's direction, as she talks to Riley.

She doesn't give you one last look before she goes past you towards the car.

The freckled girl steps forward and picks up your fishing rod, in front of you while you stare into the air like a little child.

"Whatever is going on with you today, the fishing rod really didn't deserve that"

You look downs a bit again to meet her eyes.

"What's wrong with you Ellie?"

"With me? nothing at all… What is wrong with me?"

Her shoulders tense just a little bit, but you don't miss it.

"The only thing you're talking about is riley, the only one you want to impress is riley"

Ellie takes a few steps back for some reason and looks behind you, probably at joel and riley who are still looking for the fishing lure, out of respect.

"I don't know what you mean"

You let out a snort and look at her. “I don't know you like that and it's driving me crazy"

"Why? Why can't I change, what's your problem?"

You want to seek closeness, her hand in yours to make the emotional distance disappear, but she takes a step back again when you try it.

It makes sense that she doesn't want that right now, but it still hurts incredibly how she runs away from you.

"It's not about you changing, it's good that you do, I don't care about that, but not who you do it with, Ellie" you remark.

For a second, she seems so far away, as if worlds universes separate you. In some summers, ellie and joel visit their family in texas, or drive into town for a few days. The separated time is not pretty, but neither is it gruesome.

Cause you can’t wait for her to come back, and she's just as excited about it as you are.

But I’m this moment, right now, you feel more separate from her than ever before.

"It's not always about you, I'm not your-"

Both of you weren't sure how it happened, because all of a sudden she was in the water. You don't know if you pushed her or if she fell in because of her distance steps. But both would be your fault.

The sound the jetty makes, the platch of the water, the way she is so shocked as soon as her face reaches the surface.

With your hand in front on your mouth you watch as she stares at you indignantly. Thank god she can swim.

Her eyes and the light green of the lake, bite each other just a tiny bit. It almost seems to you as if it was so destined, ellie and the lake. And maybe that was the case, but not in autumn.

You can't imagine how cold the water is and her blue lips testify enough. But Ellie doesn't budge. For a few seconds, she just stares at you. Maybe so that she can picture it again later or to make you realize what you just done.

You two didn't have to check if joel and riley noticed, you can already hear the stomping footsteps.

"Im sorry I-" you turn around so fast that you get dizzy and you almost fall into the lake too , you run so fast down the jetty that Joel can't stop you.

You're not quite sure where you're going. It all looks the same anyway. A play of colours, of orange and yellow on the ground and in the crowns of the trees. The sounds of birds and the dead leaves in the air.

As soon as you don't feel your legs anymore, you stop.

Your lungs sound like they're about to give up on you, and you are about to hyperventilate. It feels like you're always running, if not physical, then emotional.

You run when you're awake, when you're asleep, when you're sitting, Whether that's on ellie‘s old couch or when you have dinner with your family. Something scares you and it's always in the back of your mind, no matter where you are or with whom.

All of a sudden, your chest feels too tight and your head too much, but the world feels too small. It's as if all the air in the world is evaporating in front of you, and you can't do anything but try to get some oxygen with every breath. Your arms rested on your knees, your head spinning and-

"Hey?"

Your eyes rush open so wide and fast it almost hurts.

Ellie's clothes are completely soaked, so is her hair and she shivers slightly. And she's standing in front of you? She’s wearing an fishing jacket, a thick one and a wet one, but she doesn’t care.

"Hey it's okay im sorry I shouldn't have said that" she says it so fast, your brain almost misses it.

she doesn't ask if she can touch you, even if a precaution wouldn't have hurt you. At first only your hand, she grabs it very carefully and her cold skin makes you twitch a bit.

After that, she holds your cheek in her other hand to make you look up. You could still feel the drops of water hours later.

"Come here its okay, I’m fine" She takes puts both of her arms around you and one hand rests on your head.

She literally presses you against her. Her hand gently caresses over your hair. You've shoved her into an ice-cold lake and she's holding you like you're gold. As if you weren't a monster - as if you mean something.

Like a lost piece of a puzzle, your own arms sling around her and you put your head into her shoulder.

You cry so often, and you know it. You know how overwhelming it is for you, for the people around you, maybe even annoying, but not for ellie.

The animals of the forest hardly bothered, even if it was like the whole forest when quiet for a short minute. But you might have imagined that too.

"I'm really sorry ellie"

Your breaking voice is very low, though she hears it anyway.

"I know everything is okay I’m fine, I’m sorry too"

Out of surprise, you stiffen for a moment.

"I dragged you out here and hardly spoke to you. You're only here because of me" she explains and You can’t deny that.

You were going to stay like this a little longer, but suddenly ellie's breath hitches.

"don’t fucking move"

Her words run like a cold down your spine and into your ear, all the way to your legs. You were prepared for something that would tear you apart from behind But not knowing what it was almost killed you by itself.

Her arms loosen and turned you around a little in the other direction. Her eyes are still directed forward, into the forest.

When you slowly turn around, theres only a… deer?

You suppress the urge to tease Ellie, expecting that a Serial killer with a pointed hook was standing behind you, but the beauty of the creature was already enough to shut you up. It's still a bit young, probably still baby.

The white dots reminded you of freckles, of ellie.

The same ellie who was still standing next to you, way too close. But by too close you mean “exactly close enough”. Just perfect.

The two of you watch as the animal sniffs around on the ground. Ellie's wet hand prushes yours just a little.

A daring, yet intentional invitation, which you immediately accept.

The deer looks up even though you didn't make a sound.

And it's hard for you to breathe, as well as blinking.

This moment, this gracious moment should last as long as possible. It seems to both of you as if it is looking right into your souls, your hand squeezes ellies even tighter.

"Do you have your phone with you?"

With her big eyes she is still watching the deer. You shake your head.

"That's fine. I think it wont leave us, just for a little while.

a/n: I tried to make it a little less angsty (I failed forgive me)

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lucy90712 · 2 months

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I’ll be there for you- Pablo Gavi

A/n: this is a long one- 4.1k

Warnings: pregnancy; mentions of birth

I don't quite know how it happened as it all happened so quickly but my life just fell apart right in front of my eyes. Today has been such a rollercoaster of emotions I've gone from anxious to crying to angry then back to crying and now I just feel absolutely nothing. I've heard of people saying that you can just feel numb but I've never experienced it until today and what they say couldn't be more true I just feel nothing it's like I don't have the energy to feel anymore.

For the last week or so I haven't been feeling great and I could just tell something wasn't right but my fears were confirmed when my period was a few days late. I really didn't want to take a test as then it would become real but I knew I had to so this morning I went and got one without telling anyone. Of course when I had the courage to take the test it showed two clear lines meaning I really am pregnant. There was nothing I could do to stop the tears flowing down my face as there was so many thoughts flooding through my mind like what will my boyfriend think, how will this affect my studying and how am I going to cope with a baby. Growing up an only child means I've not had much experience with babies and I don't know much past the basics about pregnancy which makes all of this a whole lot scarier.

For the next few hours I was so in my own world that I didn't even realise the time until my boyfriend came home and I knew I had to tell him straight away just to get that out of my head. We have been together for a few years and have talked about having kids in the future but not yet so I know he won't be overly happy but hopefully he will see that something out there believes this is the right time for us. I wanted a minute to think of the right thing to say to him but he noticed that there was something up straight away. I tried to brush it off for a second but he was persistent in trying to get the truth out of me.

"I'm pregnant" I eventually said

"What?" He questioned

"I'm pregnant" I repeated

"Oh" he said bluntly

"I don't think I can do this I'm not ready for a family and I feel like I haven't been as into this relationship recently anyway" he said

"Wait so you're leaving me?" I asked

"Yeah I'm sorry I just can't do it I don't care what you do but I don't want to be part of all this like at all" he said before just walking out

With that everything got a whole lot worse. As if things weren't challenging enough I now have to do it all alone. In that moment I began cursing my decision to move to Barcelona away from my family and friends to follow my boyfriend and start school as now I have no support system and I definitely don't have the money to move back home. Most of my friends out here are from my boyfriends friend group as he introduced me to them when I moved here so even those people probably won't be here for me. Even thinking about having to do this all alone had me balling as not only is this a tough situation I also have a lot of hormones raging through my body making me even more emotional than usual.

As I was nearly drowning in my own tears my phone began to ring so I grabbed it hoping it would be my now ex boyfriend telling me he regrets his decision and actually wants to stay together. That wasn't the case though it was actually my one friend who isn't associated with my ex, Gavi. He doesn't usually phone me at all let alone at this time so I felt like I had to answer just in case he needed something or something was wrong as despite my disastrous situation other people's lives still go on. I tried to sound like I hadn't been crying and asked him if everything was alright but he noticed something was wrong straight away and told me he was coming over before hanging up.

It wasn't long before Pablo arrived and came straight into my apartment calling for me but I couldn't bring myself to get up from my position on the floor by the sofa. Once Pablo saw me he practically ran over and sat down next to me putting his arm around me to try and provide some comfort. For some reason having him by my side made me even more emotional and the tears began to flow again. Pablo then held me closer allowing me to cry into his chest which was just what I needed, he was there for me, he wasn't saying much he just provided some comfort which is all I want. He rubbed my back gently until I managed to gain control of my emotions enough to finally look at Pablo whose eyes were full of worry.

"Whenever you're ready please tell me what's going on" Pablo said

"It's a lot" I said

"That doesn't matter clearly you need to get whatever this is off your chest and I'm here to listen" he said

"I'm pregnant and y/bf/n left me saying he wants nothing to do with the baby" I finally admitted

"Wow what an asshole" Pablo whispered under his breath

"Are you ok how are you feeling?" He asked

"Right now I just feel numb I don't know what to do it's all just a lot to think about" I ranted

"Its ok I'm here for you why don't we just talk everything through" he said

After that I took a deep breath and Pablo who is usually always messing around and having fun was actually serious for once and ready to help me. He allowed me to say everything that was on my mind and bit by bit we began to figure things out. Pablo promised me that he would do everything he could to help me and even insisted that I move in with him as this apartment isn't mine. I didn't want to have to move in with Pablo but he keep insisting that I need support and to have someone around and eventually I gave in and agreed with him.

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A few months later

It's been a long hard few months. For pretty much my entire first trimester I spent the majority of my time laying on the sofa feeling exhausted and incredibly sick. However now that I'm approaching the halfway mark I have finally started to feel better and have been able to do a bit more. Pablo has been a godsend during all of this he's taken me to all of my appointments and done everything he possibly can to make me feel even a little bit better. On my really bad days he will spend as long as necessary sat holding my hair and rubbing my back as I throw up and when I'm tired during the day he will let me rest my head on his shoulder so I can nap. As much as those things have been nice the thing I appreciate the most is how he's been there for me mentally. When I moved in with Pablo I completely cut off my ex and anyone to do with him which was hard as it left me feeling pretty lonely but Pablo has been my rock as he's been able to help me see the positives of the situation and the right way to move forward.

Today is my 20 week scan where I should be able to find out the gender of the baby. Pablo begged me to make the scan for after his training as really wanted to be there. He's been to as many scans and appointments as he possible can but he missed the last few due to being away but he really wanted to find out the gender with me. Of course I had to oblige and make the appointment at a later time so Pablo is coming back straight after training to pick me up. Having Pablo at appointments has been nice as it makes everything slightly less daunting plus while I'm stressing he's able to actually listen to what the doctors and nurses are saying. The only downside is that all of the staff think Pablo is my boyfriend and the father of the baby and neither of us are brave enough to correct them as we don't want to have to explain the situation plus I would rather not have the judgment.

There are worse things than having people believe that Pablo's my boyfriend but it has certainly messed with my head. Since everything happened I've started to see Pablo in a new light and my feelings have drifted to beyond just friends. It's all very complicated as I can't tell whether my hormones have anything to do with my feelings plus I can't risk telling Pablo how I feel in case he doesn't feel the same and kicks me out as then I'd be truly alone. Day by day it's getting harder to keep my feelings to myself especially on days like today where Pablo is so excited to go with me to the appointment even though the baby isn't his. Pablo has treated me and the baby as though we are his the entire time which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I so badly wish that that was true but he's not mine no matter how much I think about it nothing will happen as Pablo doesn't need anything else on his plate right now.

Just as I was starting to spiral into my little dreamworld Pablo came home and helped me up as I'm starting to struggle a bit so we could head to the doctors together. Recently my bump has really started to grow making it a lot more obvious that I'm pregnant which has made me a bit insecure as I always think people are judging me when I'm in the streets. As we got in the car like always the baby started kicking like crazy so before we left I grabbed Pablo's hand and placed it on my stomach so he could feel the kicks as he mentioned how weird it must feel the other day so I wanted him to experience it.

"Wow that's so cool can you feel that all the time?" He asked

"Not all the time but it's been getting stronger recently and baby's always really active in the car and when I want to sleep" I said

"Aww so you like to keep your mama up at night already do you little one" he said to my stomach and I think I nearly exploded from the cuteness

"Oh yeah getting me ready for the months of no sleep soon" I laughed

Pablo laughed too as he started to drive towards the hospital but he kept his hand on my bump rubbing it gently which made the baby go crazy and had me feeling all sorts of things. I could tell that my cheeks were bright red and my heart was beating at a million miles an hour just because he had his hand on me. Having his hand on me made the car ride feel a million times longer but eventually we arrived at the hospital and I could begin to calm myself down so that the nurses didn't think I was dying or something.

The wait for my appointment wasn't too long so before I knew it I had the freezing cold gel on my stomach and the nurse was checking the babies development to make sure they are growing as they should be. Once the nurse had done all of the important checks she asked if I wanted to know the gender to which I obviously said yes. As I responded Pablo grabbed my hand which made me look over to see that he had the biggest smile on his face as he was so excited to find out what I was having. Looking at him only made me smile as his smile was that infectious and it made all the nerves I was feeling about being able to be a good mother disappear in an instant. Right after that the nurse happily told us that I was having a girl and we were both super happy but confused as we were sure it was a boy but clearly we were both wrong.

"Thats so exciting a little mini you" Pablo said once the nurse left

"I know I'm surprised I was sure it was a boy" I said

"Me too but you know now we have to go and buy loads of cute clothes and decorations for the nursery" Pablo said

"I'd love to but I don't have the money to buy loads of things" I admitted

"Don't you worry about that I'm happy to pay for everything and before you say anything I want to do this" he said as we were now getting back in the car

"I can't let you do that Pablo as much as I appreciate it you shouldn't spend your money on a baby that's not yours" I said

"But I want to plus I can't help but feel an attachment to the baby even if she's not genetically mine I already can't wait to meet her when she's born" Pablo admitted

"Thats so cute your going to make me cry" I choked out

"Please don't cry I love you and your little baby" Pablo was quick to say

"Wait I don't mean I love you oh who am I kidding I definitely love you and I get that nows probably not the best time to admit that but it's time I told you how I really feel" he said

"I love you too Pablo but if we are going to try this we need to take it slow" I said

"We can do whatever you want I just want to give this a go" he said

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Another few months later

The second half of my pregnancy has been so much better than my first Pablo and I started dating taking things slowly of course but I've never been happier in my entire life than I have been the last few months. Pablo has been so good to me I thought he was super sweet before but now he is an angel he literally waits on me hand and foot and does anything he can for me to make my life easier. Everyday when he comes home he takes over and does the chores even though I tell him I'm fine to do it and then every night he gives me a massage as I'm at the stage of pregnancy where everything hurts. He has also single-handedly put together the nursery, we picked out the colour and furniture together and then Pablo put it all together and even decorated the room which turned out perfectly. I honestly couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend than Pablo I thought things would be difficult at some points as I still have a very obvious tie to my ex even if we don't speak but that hasn't bothered him at all and at this point he might as well be my daughters father.

Yesterday was my due date so I have officially reached the point of pregnancy where I could go into labour any minute. Luckily Pablo has a few days off so I'm kind of hoping that I go into labour soon so that he can be with me because I really don't want to give birth alone. This morning my back has been hurting more than usual which I have been told is signs of early labour but that could last a hours or even days before turning into active labour. I want to be done with being pregnant so badly that since we woke up I've been getting Pablo to help me do things that induce labour. I have gone up and down the stairs about a million times and we went on a walk so that I could walk with one foot in the road and one on the pavement as that supposedly helps too.

Someone recommended eating spicy foods so I sent Pablo out to get anything spicy for me to eat but once he'd left the back pain I had started turning into more like cramps all over which was a bit more painful. When I have pain I have been bouncing on a yoga ball so I got up from the sofa and all of a sudden felt liquid rush down my legs which I knew straight away was my waters breaking. Until that moment I'd been feeling quite calm about giving birth but now that it's actually happening I'm starting to freak out as so far it hurts more than I thought it would and my waters have only just broken. Once I calmed down a bit I grabbed my phone and called Pablo straight away as right now I just want him home so we are ready to go when things get more intense plus I need some support.

"Hey love is everything ok I'm just getting to the store" Pablo answered completely clueless

"Forget that I need you home like right now my waters have just broken" I said

"What?" He questioned

"I'm going into labour you idiot please just come home" I yelled

"Oh god I'm on my way I'll be as quick as I can" he said

"Thank you and I'm sorry for yelling I'm just a overwhelmed" I apologised feeling bad

"It's ok love I'll be there soon to help" Pablo said before hanging up

It felt like forever before Pablo was home but in reality it was only about 15 minutes until he burst through the door and ran over to be by my side. Just as he got to me I had another contraction so I instinctively grabbed Pablo's hand and squeezed it to help with the pain. As the pain began to fade away I loosened my grip until I was letting go of Pablo's hand who was looking at me with fear in his eyes clearly worrying about me. He helped me sit down as I'd been standing up walking around and got me some water because he didn't know what else to do. I was trying to keep myself calm as I know that's the best thing to do but seeing how worried Pablo was was making me feel bad.

"What do you need me to do amor?" he asked

"Everything is already in the car right" I said

"Yes everything is in the car and the car seat is installed too" he said

"Ok then I just need you to be here and time my contractions as when they reach five minutes apart we need to go to the hospital" I explained

"I can do that but please tell me if there's anything else you want" he said

My contractions stayed quite far apart for a long time but eventually things started to progress and my contractions became more painful and were getting closer together. By the time they were consistently 5 minutes apart it had been nearly 9 hours and it was pitch black outside. Usually at this time Pablo and I would be sleeping but instead we are both wide awake and he's helping me to the car so we can go to the hospital. It really started to feel real once we got in the car as the next time we're home there will be a baby with us in the backseat. There was no time for me to panic though as a contraction hit just as I was beginning to spiral which took my mind off everything but the pain I was feeling. I needed to hold Pablo's hand as for some reason being able to squeeze it makes me feel better and of course he obliged but he looked a bit nervous about having to drive one handed. He drove with a mixture of extreme care and speed as he wanted to be careful and I wanted him to get to the hospital before I have the baby in the car.

Once we arrived at the hospital everything happened so quickly we were given a room and then what felt like millions of people came in and out to check on me. I was hooked up to all sorts of monitors one to measure baby's heartbeat and another to show when I was having contractions which felt like a cruel joke as now not only could I feel them I got to see a visual representation too. Pablo was trying to be as helpful as possible but there wasn't much he could do other than let me squeeze his hand and rant at him about how much pain I was in. He was such a sweetheart no matter how much I was yelling as he was putting a cold flannel on my forehead and giving me ice chips which were weirdly nice to eat all while giving me encouraging words.

We were there for another few hours before I was fully dilated and ready to begin pushing. By this point I'd been in labour for over 12 hours and was completely exhausted so when I was told to push I wasn't sure I could manage it with the very little amount of energy I had left. Luckily I had a minute while the nurses were getting themselves ready so I looked up at Pablo hoping to gain some motivation and I was met with his beautiful smile which really did give me a boost.

"Come on amor I know you can do it, you're so strong, it will all be worth it when she's here in just a few minutes" Pablo encouraged as I was pushing

"It hurts so much and I'm so tired I don't think I can do it anymore" I panted trying to catch my breath

"I know carino it will all be over soon but you have to keep going for a bit longer I know you can do it" he said

"Thats it you're doing so well" Pablo continued

A few seconds later cries began to fill the room which was the best thing I've ever heard as it meant my baby was here and ok. The nurses then placed her on my chest and I got to see her beautiful face for the first time which was a truly magical moment and something I'll never forget. Tears begin falling down my face as I was so overwhelmed with happiness but they were quickly wiped away by Pablo who when I looked at him also had tears in his eyes which only made me more emotional. It truly felt like this was our little family however unorthodox this was our family and blood relation is never going to make a difference in that. Pablo was allowed to cut the umbilical cord and then the baby was taken from me so she could be weighed and have all the other tests they need to do done.

"I'm so proud of you you did amazing" Pablo said softly

"Thank you but I couldn't have done it without you" I said

"Don't say that I did nothing I just stood here, literally" he laughed

"Well that's exactly what I needed" I said

"Pablo I know this might seem a lot and you can definitely take some time to think about it but how would you feel about me putting you on the birth certificate and giving her your last name because she's more yous than that dickhead who provided his dna" I said

"I don't even need to think about that I would love her to be mine" he smiled

Suddenly I felt so at ease knowing that I had Pablo to support me and that he was happy to raise my little girl as if she were his own as that had been on my mind for the last 9 months. Pablo truly meant it when that night he told me he'd be here for me and despite everything I couldn't be happier with how it all turned out.

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moljh · 1 year

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Unwanted Reunion

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You convince your husband Eddie to attend his 10 year high school reunion and as expected it doesn’t go well.

General fluff, mentions of sex, minor violence

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This was your first time in Hawkins, despite your efforts to persuade your husband to bring you back to his hometown, he had always had a strong stance against it. But when the letter arrived in your mailbox notifying you of a 10 year reunion, you had badgered him until he finally agreed.

You had been with Eddie Munson since college. You'd met in a class that he later dropped out of, but continued seeing each other after that. After Eddie dropped out he opened his own mechanic shop, which gradually grew to multiple stores which were all incredibly successful.

Eddie always made little side comments about getting married but he didn't build up to ask you until the day of your graduation. Your family and friends had been there and whilst you were too busy trying to watch where your cap had been thrown to, Eddie had gotten down on one knee.

You'd been married for 5 years now and you loved Eddie more that you could've ever imagined.

The drive to Hawkins was easy, most of the roads were pretty flat in this area, according to Eddie's constant facts. Despite his continued trivial knowledge, you knew something wasn't quite right as he only rambled like this when he was nervous or trying to get something from you.

"What's wrong?" you bluntly questioned him

He kept his eyes on the road and replied dimly "Nothing’s wrong"

"Eddie" you said in your warning tone, causing his eyes to flick over to you "what's the matter? You've been acting strange ever since we left home?"

"It doesn't matter" he assured you "it's stupid"

Despite his clear desire to drop the conversation, you knew he wanted to talk. He wasn't as hard to read as he'd like to think and you especially could read him like an open book.

You softened your gaze and softly said "It's not stupid, c'mon, what's wrong?"

He let out a small sigh "You know how I always say you never would've dated me in high school?"

"Yeah..." you replied, unsure how this related

"Well there's a lot more reasons behind that then you think. I wasn't exactly liked back then"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I went to school in a small town in the 80's, people didn't exactly like different and I was pretty different"

Eddie continued to tell you more about himself, most of which you knew and some you hadn't expected.

"You've seen the pictures, I had tattoos, I listened to metal and played D&D. People thought I worshipped Satan and was evil, I wasn't really liked or even wanted around, they were probably all glad when I left"

"I'm sorry Eddie" you said placing your hand on his knee "If you don't want to go to this thing we don't have to, we can just go and visit Wayne and then drive home tomorrow"

"No," he said "I want to you, I want to go in there and show them all that I didn't end up in jail like my shit dad and I made something of myself"

You squeezed his leg and coughed a little reminding him of you presence.

"And I landed myself a fucking hot ass wife!" he shouted

You laughed at his choice of words.

"Ok, I'm glad" you reassured him

"Yeah, me too" he said

"I'm also glad I brought two different outfit options just in case"

Eddie looked at you sideways, raising a brow "what kind of outfit are we talking about here?"

"Remember your birthday?" you smirked

You could see the wheels turning in his head as he thought back to then "I think you might be arrested if you go naked"

You smacked his leg in response "No you idiot! What I was wearing before that!"

"Ooooh..." he said in realisation "Oh yeah, that'll do it"

It seemed to amaze you that despite distance and state lines, somehow the interior of a public high school always looked the same. The same linoleum flooring and white walls with some sort of colour attempted to be painted onto them.

As you walked inside, you could feel Eddie's grip tighten around your arm. Making your way down the hall, Eddie glanced around at the lockers and pictures along the corridor.

"See that locker?" Eddie whispered to you, pointing out at one

You looked in the direction and assumed it must've been his "That's where I made a pass at Mindy Cornwell and then her boyfriend punched me"

"Eddie!" you looked at him horrified "why would you tell me that?"

“Hey, you're the one that wanted to know my high school experience..." he defended "not my fault it was shit" he muttered

Coming to the end of the hall, you walked up to the table that was set up at the entrance of the sports hall. From where you were you could already see the obscene amount of decorations and lights beyond the doorway.

"Name?" the blonde lady in front of your asked, giving you a smile and looking down at her list

"Edward and Y/n Munson" you said

The expression of shock was evident on her face, she didn't do anything to bother to conceal her expression and even felt so bold to do a double take.

"Is there a problem?" you insisted, feeling rather observed

"No, sorry" she spluttered, searching the table for the name stickers

Picking them up, she handed them over to the two of you and you headed on in.

"Hey relax" you whispered to Eddie, gently giving his forearm a squeeze "we're in, one part down"

"Thank you," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your head "you know your amazing right?"

"Only cause you like to remind me" you laughed "c'mon, let's see if we can find Robin, she told me she was coming tonight"

Making your way around the room, you noted the large 'Class of '86' banner along the wall. You were surprised at how many people were already here, though based on what Eddie had told you, it seemed like most of them hadn't moved away.

Just as you were about to finish your lap of the room, you spotted the person you were looking for.

"Robin!" you exclaimed, pulling away from Eddie and dashing over to your friend.

"Y/n!" she shouted back bringing you into an embrace "how are you?"

"I'm good, how are you?" you asked, then noticed her lack of companion "Where's Sarah?"

"I'm not too bad, unfortunately she got called back into the hospital last minute"

"That's a shame, I was looking forward to seeing her again"

Over the years you had met a few of Eddie's friends at random times, but when they had all come to the wedding you got to see the true chaos of them together. Since then, they had all come and visited you occasionally, and you had visited them as well. So you'd gotten to know them all and become pretty close with Robin.

"Hey Rob" Eddie cut in, re-joining your side "guessing y/n's already beaten me to the small talk and niceties?"

"I'm afraid so Eds" Robin sarcastically remarked, shaking her head slightly "unfortunately once again your gorgeous wife had proven she's far too good for you"

The three of you continued to chat and catch up as the evening progressed. You could tell Eddie was doing his best to avoid heading back into the larger group, but you didn't mind, you were here for him, not for yourself.

"Hey," you interjected "I'm just going to go grab a drink"

"Did you want me to get it?" Eddie offered

"No, that's ok"

"Ok, well can you get me one as well?"

"Sure"

Weaving your way through the crowd made you way over to the table covered in food and drink. As you were getting yourself a wine and Eddie a beer, you overheard something that caught your attention.

"Oh my god did you hear the freak is here tonight?" one voice said

"I can't believe he isn't in jail or dead" another spoke

"I heard he's going bald and is broke and he's back in town to move in with his uncle"

"No, no, apparently he's here with a woman, Michelle said he brought his wife!"

"You're kidding!"

"No way! She must be blind or stupid if she married Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson"

You stood there stunned for a moment as the realisation that these grown women were gossiping about you and Eddie hit. You weren't sure what to do for a second, as you registered their mean words and childish behaviour.

"Sorry can I just get past you?" a voice pulled you away, glancing up you grabbed your drinks as a blonde haired man stepped beside you

"I'm sorry, just lost in thought" you politely smiled

"Don't worry, just getting a top up" he laughed, gesturing to the empty beer bottle in his hand "I don't seem to recognise you, did you go here?"

"No, no" you replied "I went to school in North Carolina, I'm here with my husband, he's the one that went here"

"Oh really, what's his name, I might've known him?" he asked "I'm Jason by the way"

"It's nice to meet you Jason," you replied "his name is Eddie, Eddie Munson..."

Once again that evening, a shocked look fell over another persons face. This man who you'd known for all of five seconds gave you the biggest look of bewilderment and confusion.

"Eddie Munson?" he finally said, questioning you as if you'd said the wrong name "Eddie Munson is your husband?"

"Um yes..." you replied, unsure why he was so confused by your words

"How the hell did he get someone like you?!"

You weren't sure how to answer that, so you just tried to defuse the situation by laughing, though it sounded more nervous that you would've liked.

"Well it was nice meeting you Jason, I better get back" you said, trying to rush away, suddenly very uncomfortable by the change in conversation

You quickly walked back over to where Robin and Eddie were still standing and you quickly rushed to Eddie's side.

"I'm so sorry" you told him, cringing at what had happened

“Why are you sorry?" Eddie questioned, raising a brow

"I may have accidentally just spoken to your least favourite person here..."

"Mrs O'Donnell's still alive?" he said in shock

"No you idiot" you shot back "Jason Carver"

"Oh, that makes much more sense" he paused for a second and then huffed out "why?"

"I didn't mean to, he just started talking to me and by the time I worked out who he was it was too late to just run away"

You couldn't hide away for much longer, as you spotted out of the corner of your eye, a few people looking your way. Gradually as you heard Jason's words get louder, presumably with the help of some more alcohol, more people began to notice you. Usually you wouldn't care about people looking but it was clearly making Eddie uneasy.

Before you knew it, Jason and a few others that looked just like him, appeared before you.

"Jason" Eddie said flatly, trying to not acknowledge him

"How did you do it Munson, actually what did you do?" Jason laughed not wasting any time and clearly a few drinks in "You knock her up and force her to marry you or are you just paying some random hooker by the hour?"

"Fuck you Carver" Eddie replied, clearly angered by his words

"Oh the freaks got a backbone now does he?" Jason said, moving closer towards Eddie "cause last time I remember the only thing you were good at was running" he spat

Eddie didn't give Jason time to react, let alone retaliate. In one strong hit, Eddie swung and Jason was on the floor. Everyone gasped at the sight and you heard Robin shout some sort of profanity.

Your eyes widened at your husbands sudden act of violence but you didn't feel sorry for the excuse of a man on the floor. Somehow amongst all the shit talking, it clearly hadn't been mentioned that Eddie did hard physical labour all day and wasn't just playing board games anymore (though you did still have the box in a cupboard at the house).

"Don't speak like that to my wife again you asshole" Eddie said, grabbing a hold of your arm and marching you out of the gymnasium

He didn't say anything as you two rushed out into the night and towards your car. You still were sure exactly what was happening, it all played out so quickly, you hadn't had time to process.

"Eddie, woah, woah, just stop for a second" you begged

"I'm so sorry y/n" he said, looking back at you with hurt eyes "I never should've come tonight, I knew that it wouldn't have gone well"

"Hey, stop... This isn't your fault" you said, bringing your hands up and gently holding the sides of his face "I'm sorry I forced you to come"

"This isn't your fault either" Eddie was quick to reply, "let's say it was no one's fault and move on?"

"Sounds good to me" you smiled "though I do have to say it was pretty hot you knocking that jackass to the ground"

"Well I'm glad it looked good cause it fucking hurt my hand" Eddie muttered clutching his right hand "but I wanted to seem cool"

You couldn't help but laugh at your hopeless husband. Even in the shittiest situations he managed to be ok and make something funny, which is something you loved about him.

"I am sorry about what he said about you," Eddie said in a more sincere tone "no matter how much they hate me, that was just wrong to say all those awful lies"

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you breathed in his cologne that had been the same since you met.

"How about we go?" you suggested and the two of you got into the car

As you were driving along, the headlights guiding your way on the dark road, a realisation popped into your head.

"You know..." you said, pausing for a moment, trying to think over your words "It wasn't all lies"

"What?" Eddie replied clearly confused "Um... Unless you've changed jobs, last time I checked you weren't a cheap hooker

"No, that's not it" you said

Eddie clearly wasn't listening to you, lost in his own train of thought "I'd hope you'd at least be a high class one, for politicians and stuff, you know, important people" he went on

"Well I'm glad you think I'd made a good hooker" you chuckled

"Only the best for my girl" he smirked at you

Rolling your eyes, you looked down at your feet for a second.

"No Eddie," you softly said "I mean... technically you did knock me up"

Your words just about made him crash the car.

In a flash Eddie had pulled over on the side of the road and flung around to face you in the passenger seat.

"What?" he stared at you blankly "are you serious?"

"Yeah" you smiled nervously

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit" he excitedly shouted

He froze for a second and suddenly looked back at you again.

"How long have you know? How far along are you?" he rambled

"I've known for about two weeks now, and the doctor says I'm only a month along"

Once again Eddie froze and he didn't utter a word for at least a few minutes, which had to be some sort of personal record.

"That fucking dress!" he exclaimed "God it really was a good birthday!"

You couldn't help but burst out into laughter as Eddie put the pieces together. Hopelessly smiling at your husband, he pulled you towards him and held you tightly as the excitement of what was to come became reality.

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The Arrangement (Draco Malfoy)

Summary - Draco Malfoy is forced into an arranged marriage by his parents after the war, will he ever be able to love her or will they forever be pretending.

Warning - Mentions of sex and affairs. Draco’s an arse to begin with. Not been proofread yet.

Word count - 6,997

Reading time - 25 mins

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Draco had always known that he would marry young, and furthermore that this marriage would be within very little of his control. It felt as though his parents had written out his betrothal before he was even born, actually, he knew this was most likely true.

A pureblood marriage was expected of him, and his parents wouldn't risk that he threw away their family name on someone not worth it. So they had written up an agreement with one of Narcissa's close friends from school before their children had even been born.

Though the L/n family were only half Slytherin's, their name and bloodline were respectable enough that this didn't matter. Y/n L/n had known Draco her entire life, though she never particularly liked him. She had actually assumed that her betrothal was to Theodore Nott, so the news had come as quite the shock.

After the war, most weddings were postponed, and very few couples were getting engaged, deciding to prioritise healing from the traumatic few years everyone had just fought through rather than tying themselves down on paper. The Malfoy family however decided to do quite the opposite. Their name had lost almost all the respect it had before the war, and though the family had avoided imprisonment, their lives had been all but destroyed in the aftermath.

They decided, alongside the L/n family who wished to help their old friends, that now would be the time to unite their two children. The L/ns had been famously neutral in the war, and the Malfoys knew that this stance would make them look good now everything was over.

"I want you to know that I don't want this" Draco whispered in her ear one evening when the families had come together to have a meal at the Malfoy home. "I don't want you"

That night set the precedent for the beginning of their marriage. They were married within 2 months of finishing their retaken last year at Hogwarts, and only a year and a half after the war ended. It was a nice wedding by all definitions, the late summer air made for a comfortable heat and the money the pair had between them ensured it was beautiful, the only fault was that they didn't love one another. The pair moved into Malfoy's manor and his parents moved into one of their many other houses. Y/n had hoped that Draco would perhaps be a bit more friendly towards her after the wedding. She had been more wrong than she could ever have known.

The house was large enough that she barely saw him. They didn't sleep in the same room, in fact, she didn't even know which room he did sleep in. She was sure this was exactly how he liked it. She knew where she wasn't wanted, but she also knew that she couldn't leave. So she simply did the best she could to be neither seen nor heard.

***

After a few months at Malfoy's manor little had changed, Draco would put on a facade when their parents would visit, only to drop it all as soon as they were left alone yet again. His attitude towards her had only gotten colder. She had quickly come to realise that before her there had been someone else, someone she was sure he still loved. And she started to accept that this was the way it was going to be. They would barely see one another and when they did he would treat her with contempt, but she could ignore it.

"Mother and father are having a Christmas ball here next week, I've told them it'll be no problem and that we'll prepare the house for it," he told her one evening over dinner, the first they had shared in months. She had looked up at him, the pair sitting on opposite ends of the very long table. Swallowing her food she nodded slowly.

"Okay" an awkward silence fell back over the table and his eyes shifted away from her. "This must be the first one they've had in years"

"I don't see how that's any of your concern" he mumbled, had the room not been dead silent she would never have heard him. This was no different to their other interactions, also awkward and cold maybe even borderline cruel.

"I was just trying to make conversation" she responded quietly.

"The house is big enough that we don't have to suffer through unnecessary conversation" she knew that he wanted nothing more than for her to disappear into the walls and never show herself again, and she found herself wishing she could do so.

The week before the ball passed like every other. She met her friends the day before, putting on a brave face and pretending that her life was going well. Nobody knew that she was feeling more hopeless than she ever had, which said a lot for a survivor of a war. She had felt the wards around the manor shift almost every night that week, and could only assume that her husband was seeking out the love of another woman. Or at least she hoped he was the one seeking it out and that this woman wasn't in her house.

On the day of the party, she pushed the thought of the affair to the back of her mind, busying herself with getting the house ready for what she expected was a big night. The house-elves had been doing most of the work through the week however she felt it necessary to complete the finishing touches herself, giving the house-elves the day off.

"What are you doing through here" the familiar voice of Draco rung through the kitchen, her head spinning to look towards the door where he was standing. She noticed he was only in a towel, his hair dripping wet.

"I'm just getting the last bits and pieces ready for tonight," she told him with an awkward smile. "the ballroom is already prepared, and the food, so there's just a few things left to do"

"Why don't you have the house-elves do it, you need to get ready," he told her as he moved around her and towards the sink.

"Well they've been working very hard this week, I thought I'd give them a day off" his head snapped towards her when he heard her explanation

"Sorry what" he snapped, she knew straight away that he wasn't happy with her decision. "You're telling me that you've dismissed our house elves on the day of our first function not only since the war but also as a couple"

"They were tired, they've been working all week" she repeated, trying to have him see sense.

"That's what they are here for, it's their job. Call them back and have them get the last bits and pieces ready" he told her before once again turning his back on her.

"It's really no problem, I'll be done in no time and I really think they need the -"

"I told you to call them back, they are my house-elves, or have you forgotten" his voice rose drastically as he clearly grew frustrated with the woman in front of him.

"They are my house-elves as well. Because this is also my home, or have you forgotten" she responded quickly. Her voice was almost as cold as his for the first time since they had married.

"This will never be your house, not as long as you're taking the place of the woman I love"

A stunned silence fell over the room as she worked out what she could possibly say to rebut his words, but no matter how much she thought there was nothing she could come up with. He eventually scoffed before further making his way out of the room.

"Go and get ready, the guests will start arriving in a few hours and I don't need them to see you doing house-elf work"

***

The ball had begun. It had been around an hour since the first guests arrived, and now almost everyone invited was in the manor. Their parents had been some of the first to arrive, their mothers gushing over how beautiful and happy the new couple looked. The entire situation made Y/n want to be sick. The food was yet to be served, so she busied herself with her friends and as much wine as she could drink while remaining classy, wanting to stay as far away from her husband and their argument as she could.

"Is everything okay Y/n," her close friend from school Eloise asked as they stood in the entry hall surrounded by a few other friends, the sound of the ballroom music muffled by the wall that separated them from the busy room.

"Ye of course why wouldn't it be"

“You just seem a bit off is all” their other friend Anna stated with furrowed brows.

"I'm fine honestly, it's just been a stressful day, having our first ball and everything" she assured them and the small group just gave her a small smile. "Anyway, I'd better be getting back to the ballroom, Draco will be looking for me"

She stood up and made her way back through the entrance hall and towards the ballroom, assuming that her friends weren't following them when she heard their voices growing distant.

as she entered the room she spied her husband talking to a young woman at one of the faraway tables. She was a beautiful girl, and Y/n realised that she actually recognised her. It was Astoria Greengrass, the younger sister of Daphne Greengrass. All throughout school Astoria has been undeniably in love with Draco and everyone knew it. Though at the time he always turned her down, claiming she was too young, something had obviously changed now that he was 20 and she was 18. Perhaps it had started during his last year at school, now she thought about it she could remember the pair being together quite regularly in those last few months.

Draco's eyes finally landed on his wife, his expression not changing at all when his eyes met her own which were already watching him. He quickly turned back to the younger witch and Y/n just sighed, turning the find someone to talk to. Within only a few seconds of walking around the hall she was stopped by Narcissa, who it seemed had watched the interaction between her son, his wife, and his mistress.

"You truly do look lovely this evening darling," Narcissa said with a smile "such a flattering dress"

"Thank you Mrs Malfoy, how is your evening going," she asked politely, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind her ear as Narcissa began to talk.

"- and please, call me Narcissa, we are family after all" she only caught the end part of her mother-in-law's response, having been distracted by the eyes that she could feel boring into her back.

"Of course, Narcissa" the older woman looked down at her with a sad look in her eyes, and she was sure that the witch knew everything that was going on in their marriage, even if she had never been told.

"We're happy to have you in our family Y/n. I know that Draco can be challenging at times, and I know that we haven't exactly set you up for success. But I want you to know that Lucius and I, well we are happy to have you in this family, and one day he will be too" she said quietly, ensuring that nobody could hear. The younger woman simply nodded in appreciation, though she didn't believe it.

She felt a hand press against her shoulder and someone stepping into place beside her, their arm wrapping around her waist. She knew it was Draco almost instantaneously.

"How are you enjoying the party mother" His voice sounded different when he was talking to his mum, it sounded nice. She just wished he could talk to her like that.

"Very well, thank you Draco. I was just talking to your wife about how beautiful she looks tonight, doesn't she just" maybe she had been imagining it, but Y/n could have sworn that Narcissa had put emphasis on the word wife. It seemed Draco had heard it too as he straightened up at the word.

"Of course mother" just as the words slipped past his lips, their first dance song started. Narcissa began to smile and expressed that she found the song beautiful and that she was glad the pair had chosen it. "Dance with me"

The pair made their way to the dance floor which was littered with many couples who were beginning to slow dance, her parents among them. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand's restings on the small of her back. While hers wrapped around his neck. They stared at one another for just a second before she looked down at his dark green patterned tie.

They didn't say a word for what felt like forever, but he pulled her in ever so slightly closer, her body being pressed against his own.

"Is that her?" she whispered, "Astoria Greengrass, is she the one that you love"

"Ye, ye she is" he answered just as quietly, she finally looked back up at him and for the first time since they had married over three months ago, she could see some guilt in his eyes for the way in which he was treating her. She just gave him a small smile, having very little to actually say to the man.

"I'm sorry you aren't married to her instead, I know you wish you were" he never responded, their most civil conversation to date ending.

The night carried on with very little interaction between the two, and eventually people started to leave. As the house found itself more and more empty, Y/n allowed herself to escape to the kitchen. Pouring herself a particularly large glass of red wine she settled down at the kitchen island, taking a gulp and leaning back in the chair.

"Well if it isn't Y/n L/n" the voice of Roger Davies drifted across the large kitchen. She turned her head slowly to look at the tall man leaning against the door frame, looking at her with a small smile. "Or should I say Y/n Malfoy"

"Please don't" she laughed as the boy she was once very well acquainted with walked towards her, sitting next to her and pouring his own glass from the bottle.

"Really, trouble in paradise already?" he asked, placing his glass down on the table after taking a drink. The couple had dated briefly after he left school and she was about to go into her 6th year. They had been friends for years due to being in the same house, but it wasn't until they went on holiday together that things had progressed. He ended things when she went back to school, telling her she was too young. Apparently, she and Astoria had a lot more in common than just Draco Malfoy.

"There was no paradise for there to be trouble in to begin with," she told him with a small smile, to which he only nodded in understanding. He was after all also a pureblood, and though it may have been the Slytherins that had the reputation regarding arranged marriages, the pureblood Ravenclaws certainly knew what it was like. The majority of them had also been subjected to them after all.

"Does it get better?" she asked quietly

"Sort of," he told her taking another drink from his glass. Roger had married less than a year after the pair broke things off, at the time it had broken her heart.

"He's seeing someone else, says he loves her," she said with very little emotion behind her voice.

"I was seeing someone else after I first got married. Now it's Margot seeing someone" he told her in a similar tone. He finally allowed his eyes to roam around the room, a small smile gracing his face. "You've got a lovely house"

"Thank you." the conversation went quiet for a moment and she felt his eyes on the side of her face "Would you do it again, see someone else" she turned to look at him and he held her eyes. He had always been a very attractive man, but still the few years they hadn't seen one another had done him good. He was taller and his shoulders broader. Before she knew what was going on he had placed his lips upon her own, his hands framing her face. She kissed back happily, desperate for somebody to love her again.

"I would do it again" he whispered into her mouth before kissing her again.

***

Though it seemed impossible after the ball Y/n had seen even less of Draco than before. They had shared a short kiss on New Year as they were with many of their friends and family and it would look suspicious if they never. However, since that night she had barely seen him. She had spent more nights at rogers in the new year than she had her own, and she was sure her presence at Malfoy manor wasn't missed. She also hadn't seen Roger's wife the entire time. He told her that much like them she was in the arms of another man, in another house.

"I missed you" he whispered into the air one night. She was lying in his arms, playing with his fingers, as they caught their breaths. She pulled the blanket up over her naked body and he pulled her into him, rubbing his hand over her shoulder blades.

"I missed you to rog," she told him. They had been doing this for a few months now, and though it was everything she had once been so adamantly against she was happy. The April sun had set, and she realised that they had been at his house for well over 24 hours.

"I'd better get going, Draco will realise I'm not home and start wondering," she told the older boy with a sad smile.

"Does he not know?" he asked, placing his hands on the side of his head and watching her as she pulled herself from the bed.

"I mean I'm sure he will have assumed," she told him "but no I've not explicitly told him"

"Have you two been together yet?" he said without catching her eyes.

"No, and we've only kissed 2 times," she told him

"I do hope that one day things are better for us," he told her and she just gave him a small sad "I just wish we'd been lucky enough that they put us together"

"Me too Roger, me too" within a few minutes she had flooed from his house straight into her own, making her way from the living room to the kitchen and jumping slightly when she saw the back of Draco facing the fridge.

"Draco," she said quietly as she entered the room, trying not to startle him. He turned around quickly, his eyes roaming over her as he realised it was just her.

"Y/n" he mumbled, turning back around to the fridge and pulling out the bowl of salad she had prepared a few days prior and set it down on the kitchen island, pulling out the chair and starting to eat.

"How's your day been," she asked, stepping further into the room and leaning against the counter across from him.

"Alright, I'm thinking about getting a job at the ministry. Had an interview today" he told her. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and he just nodded "Ye I'm starting to get a bit bored around here"

"That's understandable. How do you think it went" she asked him

"Alright, don't know if I'll get it though, given my family's history" he responded, putting a forkful of the salad into his mouth.

"I'm sure if the interview went well they'll give you the job" he looked up at her after she finished talking.

"Where have you been off to most nights the last couple of months?" he asked her after a few moments. She stopped the shock from showing on her face and decided to pour herself a glass of water.

"Just been visiting a friend," she told him nonchalantly

"A friend?" he asked her with raised eyebrows, seeing through her lie,

"I'm not doing anything that you aren't," she told him simply

"Who is he," he asked, his tone indicating that he couldn't care less what the answer was, but Y/n suspected from his facial expressions that this wasn't as true as he likely wished it was.

"Roger Davies"

"I remember when you two went out in school. Isn't he married" he asked and Y/n scoffed at his response.

"Aren't we married Draco" he just shrugged his shoulders.

And things continued like that for months. She continued seeing Roger, and he continued seeing Astoria. They would see one another in the halls or the kitchen and sometimes he would be civil with her and other times he would fight with her. She never knew which it would be and after a certain amount of time, she decided that he was likely taking the frustrations he felt towards Astoria out on her. Because it would now be far too easy for Astoria to leave him, whereas she simply couldn't.

It was coming up to a year since they had gotten married. And though they likely would have done very little to celebrate the date, their parents had invited them out for a dinner at one of the restaurants in wizarding London. They of course had accepted the offer, knowing that neither of their parents would allow them not to go.

It was the middle of the night a few weeks before their anniversary when she awoke. She had a nightmare, one very similar to those she had directly after the war and decided she needed a glass of cold water. Getting up from her bed she pulled a jumper over herself and made her way out of the room and down the hall. The kitchen was expectantly empty and she thanked merlin for it, she couldn't deal with Draco's moods at the moment.

Pouring herself a glass and adding a few bits of ice she sat down at the island that was starting to be the busiest part of the house and had a sip, resting her head on her hand. She hadn't been sitting down for even a minute when she heard feet padding down the stairs, it only took her a second to realise that it wasn't just Draco's feet.

Before she could escape the kitchen door opened and in walked her husband and his mistress, into her house. She stared at the pair in disbelief and Draco looked back, clearly not pleased at getting caught. The fire was on the other side of the kitchen from them, and only a few feet away from where she was sitting. Based on Astoria's eyes regularly shooting behind her to look at the fireplace she could only assume that this is what they were here for, either he was saying goodbye before she flooed home, or he was joining her.

The awkward tension in the room never faltered, and after a moment of everyone just looking at one another she just let out a dry laugh.

"If you want to use our fireplace go right ahead," she said, picking up her glass and once again taking a sip "don't let his wife stop you"

"Y/n don't" Draco warned in a low voice, Astoria now doing everything in her power to avoid her eye as she quickly made her way over to the fireplace in question.

"Can I ask you a question Astoria?" she asked her, and though the question was to be cold and everyone knew it, her voice held an eerily neutral tone.

"I guess" the younger girl answered awkwardly, Draco by this point was glaring daggers into his wife.

"What do you get out of fucking a married man, I mean you're 18 years old, single, and could have almost anyone you want. I know I do it because I'm stuck in a marriage I never wanted, and so is he. Neither of us really have much of a choice when it comes to the affair thing. But you, why do you do it?" she asked, tilting her head as she studied the girl in front of her. It was clear she was uncomfortable, but who wouldn't be. "I'd never have dreamt of getting involved in all this shit when I was 18"

Whether or not Astoria responded or not was outwith her knowledge, the next thing she knew Draco's fist had come down hard on the counter as he stood in front of her, the kitchen now holding only the two of them once more. She had never seen him look so angry.

"What the fuck was that" he demanded, and she decided she would actually rather he was yelling at her. Because this tone was much worse than any volume his voice could reach.

"I can't deal with you like this right now Draco, we'll talk about it in the morning. Or whenever we next happen to bump into one another in the halls" she responded simply and his jaw dropped at her response.

"Who do you think you are," he asked her once again, his voice only getting angrier.

"I think I'm your wife," she told him coldly "and I think your wife deserves to get a glass of water in her house and not have to bump into the 18-year-old mistress in the kitchen who just got done fucking her husband"

"I had sex with my ex-girlfriend in my house" he roared, obviously losing his patience with her. She didn't know when but at some point she watched the glass falling from the table and shatter beside them "the same way you fuck your ex-boyfriend in-"

"In his house, never this one. I've never had anyone in this house because I at least respect you enough for that" she told him, finally standing up and looking at him face on.

"I think you need to remember that this is a marriage of convenience. I have never and will never love you, how could I when I have Astoria waiting for me. So maybe you need to get used to the fact that she's around because she always will be. As long as you're in this house, she will be too"

"Trust me Draco, I hate and resent you more than you ever could me. Because I went into this, though just as heartbroken as you were, with an ounce of hope that maybe we could make this work in some way. Only you made it clear from day one that you would do everything in your power to make each day of my life worse than the one before. Well, I hope you relish the fact that you have done just that" he stared at her for a few moments before turning and leaving the room.

She sighed as a tear fell down her face. She hated him, everything about him. And deep down she felt a bit of pity for Astoria for having to put up with it. She looked down at the million pieces of broken glass on the cold floor, more tears started falling and for a reason she couldn't quite explain they didn't stop. Kneeling down to start picking up the glass she heard a house-elf rushing over to her and starting to clean up the mess.

"I'm sorry, we just had a bit of an argument is all. I'm sorry if we woke you" she babbled, a soft sob escaping her mouth as she again went to pick up more of the glass.

"It's alright miss, I'll clean it up" the small elf's hands covered hers before gently pushing them away from the sharp pieces. She knelt back on her feet, her face falling into her hands as she attempted to calm her breathing and stop crying.

"Thank you Veeney, but how about you go to bed. I'll deal with it" Draco's voice drifted quietly from the door once again.

"Yes master"

before she could get herself away from him he knelt down beside her and pulled her into his chest, placing his hand on the back of her head as he tried to calm her down. She assumed he had magicked away the broken glass because when she placed her hand firmly on the floor she didn't feel anything sharp cutting her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he whispered in her ear and she just decided not to respond, not trusting her voice and already being embarrassed enough that he saw her in such a state. His hand ran gently down over her head, mumbling apologies into the awkward air.

"I'm going to stay with roger for a bit, I can't be in this house anymore," she told him after a few minutes and he just nodded. She pulled away from him and did the best she could to avoid his eyes, making her way quickly over to the fireplace and leaving him kneeling on their kitchen floor.

***

She had stayed away from the manor for almost a whole week. It wasn't until she remembered their anniversary, and consequential anniversary dinner that she realised she would have to go back. Though she was sure he wouldn't care if she missed the day, she knew for certain that her parents would.

"Hello Veeney, would you be able to inform Draco that I'm back?" she asked as she stepped out of the fireplace, brushing her hands over her trousers to rid them of any dust

"Of course ma'am"

She had started getting ready for the evening as soon as she had entered her room, locking it quickly behind her to ensure she wasn't bothered. She hadn't wanted to come back at all, and she knew that if she had her way she would never enter the dreaded house ever again. But that wasn't ever going to be an option. She had the chance to reject that future a year ago today and failed to do so, that was just something she was going to have to accept.

After finishing getting ready she finally braced herself and made her way out of the room, making sure her bag had everything she needed in it and that her hair looked okay. Carefully walking down the stairs in her heels she spied Draco standing waiting in the foyer. He turned to look at her when he heard her approaching, and though she never noticed his expression his face lit up ever so slightly when he lay eyes on her. Deep down he had started to feel ever so slightly lonely with her not in the house. He had grown used to hearing her in the halls or bumping into her in the kitchen.

"How are you," he asked with as much kindness in his voice as he could muster. He had been feeling far more guilty than he ever would have expected when she was gone, so much so that he had gone as far as telling Astoria they had to take a break.

"I'm fine, how are you?" she said quietly once she reached the bottom of the stairs, her voice strained.

"Alright. We should get going, we are meeting them at the restaurant and the table is reserved for half an hour's time" he told her and she just nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile. She could tell her was trying to be nice to her, at least in comparison to what he used to treat her like.

The dinner passed relatively painlessly, mostly occupied with small talk and pleasantries. Draco's father asked around halfway through the meal whether the two had started thinking about kids. Both had been shocked by the question. Y/n hadn't known that it would be expected of them so soon, hoping they'd have a few years more before having to worry about that. But apparently, she'd been wrong.

"We've decided we're going to take things slow, we are only 21" Draco answered for them, having her hand a small squeeze on the table. He had taken her hand almost as soon as they had sat down, and had barely let go since.

"It's important of course that you see the reason behind this union, and that you do your best to prioritise that purpose" Lucius continued on, earning a warning glance from his wife.

"That's enough, they are still young they have time" Narcissa stated with a smile towards her Daughter-in-law

"I have to say I agree with Lucius" her dad's voice interrupted, her mother looking down clearly wishing to stay out of it all.

"Father please, can't we talk about something else," Y/n said, trying to change the conversation. She was sure that the parents hadn't thought for a second that the married couple hadn't even had sex yet, let alone considered having kids.

"It really is important that the pair of continue our blood-lines, what a waste it would be if you were unable to do so" his father continued

"We have decided that we are going to wait, it may not be much of a concern for you guys but we would like to have a healthy marriage before we introduce any children into the mess that we've been thrown into" Draco interrupted the conversation, his mother looking at him with a sad look in his eyes. She looked over at her husband, her eyebrows raised in surprise at the interaction. It was possibly the last thing she had expected to be said, especially by them.

"I'm sure they are able to make this decision for themselves, they will know what's best," her mother said with a gentle tone, giving her daughter a smile.

The rest of the meal went by relatively fast, Mr Malfoy clearly doing his best to ignore his son's outburst. By the end of the dinner, they were wishing their parents well and exiting the restaurant. It had grown dark outside, the streets being far emptier than they had been when they entered. Music could be heard playing from one of the bars behind them and a slight wind blew over the street.

To her surprise, he slipped his arms out of his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, holding her hand in his own.

"They can't see us Draco" she reminded him as they rounded a corner, Gringotts displaying itself a few feet ahead. "I'd like to talk to you when we get in" She didn't know what to say, so she simply nodded her head in agreement.

Within 15 minutes they were back in their kitchen, and she slipped the jacket off and lay it on the kitchen counter. Exiting the room she made her way towards the living room, and sat herself down on one of the couches, assuming Draco was following her. It was funny, she had lived in this house for a year now and had been in the living room no more than 7 times. Her assumption was correct when a few seconds later Draco entered the room, closing the door behind him and moving over to sit beside her.

"I'd like to apologise again for what I said that night in the kitchen, I was angry and wanted to hurt your feelings. It was unacceptable" he started and she just nodded her head in acknowledgement "And I want to apologise for all of the other times over the last year were I've treated you as though you don't belong here, or that you aren't welcome in the family"

"It's okay Draco, it's a complicated situation and I'm sure many men would react worse than you have" she assured him, providing him with a small smile that he didn't return "I'm sorry for talking to Astoria in the way that I did, I understand now that she loves you just the same as you love her and that this has nothing really to do with me, I'm just an unfortunate participant. It is your life at the end of the day, and if she makes you happier then I'm okay with her being here"

The room fell silent for a moment before she decided to once again continue.

"I know that we would be going against our parent's wishes and that we would possibly be disowned for doing so, but if you want a divorce Draco, I'd be willing to give you one" she whispered, a tear threatening to leave her eye at just the thought of how humiliating such a situation would be for them both "or I could move out and live with rog in his hou-"

"I don't want a divorce," he told her simply, she let out a small 'oh' in surprise

"Is that not what you want to talk about?" she asked him, confusion laced in her voice

"No, it's not. I think we both know that a divorce would essentially ruin us. Not to mention our families. Of course, if it's what you want then I won't stop you" he said and she nodded her head in agreement. As much as she wished it was possible for them to just divorce she knew they couldn't, not really.

"Okay, so what's wrong?" she asked, crossing her legs.

"I want us to give this marriage an actual shot," he said and she couldn't help her jaw falling open in shock "I've ended things with Astoria. I never really gave us the chance to work, and who knows maybe we could."

"Draco-"

"It's not far fetched that it could one day. Mum and dad grew to love one another, so why can't we if we just try our best. This house has been pretty cold this last year, and I don't want that for the rest of our lives" he explained before she could shoot him down and she smiled at him, nodding her head.

"Ye, I think that's a good idea. I don't see the harm in trying, and we never did try"

"I missed you when you weren't here," he told her gently "truly I did, this house feels empty without you in it"

10 Years Later

"Scorpius you need to put your toys back in the box once you're done with them, your dad has already told you," She said as she entered the living room, looking around at the mess on the floor as her small son sat on the couch watching a film.

"Mummy, I know" he mumbled, his eyes trained on the muggle TV.

"How about we clean them up together before daddy gets home, I don't think he'd be too happy to see such a mess two days in a row" the 5-year-old seemed to ponder his mum's words as he looked up at her, eventually nodding his head and making his way onto the floor to start putting his toys into their box.

"When are we next going to granny and grandad's," he asked when she knelt down next to him, helping him clean up.

"This weekend baby, we are going to tell them that you're going to be a big brother remember. Both your Granny's and Grandad's will be there, and all of our friends too. All your favourite people who don't know yet" he started giggling when he remembered and she smiled down at him, messing up his hair with her free hand.

"What's so funny little man" a voice came from the doorway, and both turned around to look at the tall man leaning against the door.

"Granny doesn't know about mummies baby" he giggled again "It's a secret" Draco chuckled slightly at his son's response, finding enjoyment in the odd things that children found funny.

"She will soon buddy, but ye right now it's a secret," he told the little boy, entering the room fully, placing his briefcase on the coffee table, and sitting down on the couch closest to his family.

"How was your day darling?" she asked the older Malfoy heir, patting his knee gently before turning and putting the last of the toys away.

"Oh alright, things are pretty busy with the quidditch world cup in a few weeks. Did I tell you that Marietta Edgecombe is getting married?" he responded, offering his hand to help her up.

"I'm not sure, either you did or maybe it was Eloise or Anna. They were very envious of her" she told him, sitting down next to him and smiling when their son climbed up into his father's lap.

"And what have you been up to today bud" his attention turned to the little boy in his lap who was clearly trying to get his attention.

"I helped mummy make cookies for Veeney, because she said Veeney was working hard last week because of our party" he rambled, shuffling about as Draco smiled at him, brushing a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"That's right, Veeney has been very busy. Well done for making her cookies I'm sure she'll really appreciate them" he praised him, and seemingly happy with the interaction Scorpius jumped out of his father's hold and ran out of the door, presumably to get the cookies to show him.

"How is he still so energetic" he laughed and she let out a tired sigh

"Tell me about it" he pressed a kiss to her nose before quickly following it up with a longer one to her lips.

"daddy stop that, leave her alone" the horrified voice of Scorpius rang through the room as he ran back in, both adults falling into laughter as they looked at their son who stood disgusted at their love.

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Warnings: mentions of controlling and abusive relationship, friends with benefits.

In which you organise a fwb relationship to get over your ex’s but it turns into something that you didn’t expect.

Me and Simon have been best friends since we were teenagers. Well we've actually known each other since I can remember. Our parents met during college, and became friends so when we were born we were naturally introduced to each other. I'm a year younger than Simon and we would always fight and argue, we practically hated each other, I'm not actually sure why, we just did. But once we hit high school we realised the other wasn't actually that bad, and gradually became friends.

He was there for me through everything as I was for him. Once he moved away to London to start the "sidemen" we grew apart slightly but then my online career blew up so I also left my family home and moved to London. That was when my ex came into play. When I met him he was the dream boyfriend, he was so kind, but slowly he started to change, so slowly in fact I didn't even realise until it was too late. He would take away my phone so that I couldn't text any "other men" that he thought I was cheating on him with because he was so ridiculously insecure. He cut me off from society and there was a few times he would physically hit me, if I did something he didn't like or just if he had a bad day and needed to blow off some steam.

He also wouldn't let me see Simon, which broke him, he would turn up to my apartment and try to talk to me but I always told him everything was fine. I don't know how I was so stupid, the first time he hit me was when I realised what a monster he was but somehow I still loved him. He broke up with me suddenly and I was left heartbroken. That night I turned up outside Simons apartment that he shared with JJ. When he opened the door and saw the state of me he immediately brought me into a gentle hug. He rocked and shushed me as cried into his chest. I didn't tell anyone about what I went through, except Simon and he promised to tell no one. After that I became good friends with the rest of the group.

Almost 3 months after my ex left me, Harry's ex left him. In an attempt to get over our previous relationships we hooked up. It went on like that for almost 3 months and I felt as if me and Harry were becoming more than just friends with benefits, we would hang out just us two just because we enjoyed each other's company not for sex he'd also spend the night when I was upset and vice versa but suddenly his ex came back into the picture and Harry completely cut everything off with me. I was again left broken and I was seriously struggling, then one day I was picking up some lunch when I bumped into the man I never thought I'd ever see again... Collin (my ex). We began chatting and it seemed as if he'd changed, we exchanged numbers and from there he convinced me we should give it another go and so we did. Simon warned me multiple times but I just told him that Collin had changed.

Today I'm going to a party at Simon and JJ's apartment. I told Collin about it and he seemed apprehensive but I told him that It'd be fine. I got ready into an outfit that Collin deemed appropriate: some low waisted jeans, a gray jumper and my uggs, thankfully it's a casual party. I did my makeup and hair then Collin insisted he'd drop me off. I text Simon that I was outside. I was about to get out of the car when Collin spoke "you not gonna kiss me goodbye?" I turned and put on a smile then quickly pecked him on the lips. "Bye." I said and got out of the car.

Once I was upstairs and outside the apartment, I knocked on the door. JJ opened it a few seconds later. "Hey! come in." he said enthusiastically. Me and JJ walked into the living room, and Simon quickly stood up, then pulled me into a hug "how are you?" he asked. I smiled "I'm alright." I said, but I'm not sure if he believed me. When I sat down, I didn't even look in Harry's direction.

At least an hour into the party, I got a text from Collin: "I'm coming to pick you up now" I furrowed my brows and quickly sent a message back: "what do you mean I only just got here?" "I don't care, I'm coming." he replied. I sighed "I have to go." I said standing up. "What, you only just got here?" Harry said now also standing. I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the door. "y/n!" Simon said loudly, "Don't." I shook my head at him "I'm leaving." Harry quickly walked towards me and grabbed my arm. I flinched and he quickly let go. "Fucking leave me alone." I said so only he could hear. "y/n please. I still care about you." he said quietly. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes "no you don't! you're the reason I got back with him!" I shouted. Then I quickly made my way out of the apartment, leaving them all in shock.

Harry's pov:

I turned to Simon "what does she mean?" I asked. he froze "I-". I stepped towards him "Simon, what does she mean?!" I asked again sternly. He took a deep breath "Collin he's- he hurts her." My eyes widen, suddenly panicking. I quickly made a run for the front door. I raced down the hallway and was quickly followed by Simon, JJ, Ethan and Talia. My hands were pulled into a fist as the lift slowly went down. As soon as it opened, I booked it out of the building. I looked around and quickly spotted y/n. She stood next to a car and who I assumed was Colin was repeatedly punching her in the stomach. My heart stopped and i froze. Everyone quickly caught up to me. It was all a blur, Simon went running towards y/n as did, JJ and Ethan. I just stood there useless.

"get the fuck off her!" Simon shouted. JJ hit Collin the face with such force he went flying into the side of the car. Simon helped y/n up, Talia called 999 all while JJ and Ethan held Collin down. Suddenly my brain snapped back into action and I flung myself forward, repeatedly punching Collin hard in the face. "Harry stop!" Ethan shouted until Simon pulled me away. I struggled trying to get out of his grasp but eventually calmed. Talia took y/n back up into the apartment as us five waited for the police to arrive. Once they did Collin was taken away in a police car and they told us they'd be back in the morning to take police reports of what happened.

Me, Simon, JJ and Ethan all made our way back up to the apartment soon after. When I walked in I immediately went over to y/n. Talia sat next to her gently stroking her back. "are you okay?" I asked her softly. She nodded, but didn't say anything, her face stained with tears. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?!" I asked sternly yet quietly (so y/n couldn't hear us). "It wasn't my place to, I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone, she was... embarrassed." Simon said. I sighed "It's my fault." I looked down at my feet.

After that I decided to call Lacy (my girlfriend) so stepped into the hall. "hey!" she said cheerily down the phone. "I- um- I- I can't do this anymore." I said quietly without greeting her. "What- what do you mean you can't do this?" she said, voice suddenly sharp and angry. "I know you slept with someone else." I said. "What, no I didn't?!" She shouted. "Don't fucking like to me Lacy!" I also raised my voice. She frantically took in a breath "Ok, but I'm really sorry it was an accident!" I shook my head, even though she couldn't see me. "We're done, Goodbye."

I walked back into the living room. "You alright?" Ethan asked. "I just broke up with my girlfriend." I said as I sat down. "What?" He said, shocked. "I found out she cheated then left me to be with him but when he left her she came back running back." I said. "Fuck, I'm sorry bog." I shook my head "don't be... I don't love her anyway, I just thought I did." I said with a content sigh.

That night y/n stayed at Simon's apartment and the next day she made a police report. A week went by and things were starting to get back to normal and had calmed down so I decided to finally text y/n...

y/n's pov:

It's been a week since Collin was arrested and all of my friends found out about what he was doing to me. I thought he changed, I hoped he'd changed but he hadn't and he never will. I had just gotten out of the shower when I got a text from Harry: "hey, how are you?" I smiled at the message. "I'm ok, you?" I replied. "I'm good, I was just wondering if you were free today??". I nodded at my phone subconsciously "yes I am". He replied quick "do you want to come round to mine and talk?". I took a deep breath. "Ok I’ll be there in an hour"

I quickly got myself dressed into a grey sweat set, dried my hair and put on a little bit makeup. Just as I was leaving I shoved my uggs on the made my way through my front door. I arrived outside of Harry's apartment building 10 minutes later. I took a deep breath as I knocked on his door, trying to calm myself down since I was very nervous. He opened the door a few seconds later and a warm, comforting smile spread across his face "come in." We sat on his couch and I began the conversation "it wasn't your fault Harry." I looked up at him "I was just angry at Collin." Something twitched in his face when I mentioned his name. He nodded slowly "I'm just sorry you had to go through that." I fiddled with my fingers "that night you- Behz told me that you broke up with your girlfriend." I said without looking at him. "I did," he took a deep breath "I just realised I love someone else." I look up and into his eyes. He leaned forward so our lips were just millimetres apart "you, I love you y/n." he whispered. A small smile spread across my face "I love you too."

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whore-for-chris-evans · 27 days

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মনের মানুষ - Soulmate

[Steve Rogers x Indian!bengali!GN!reader

Summary: your heart is aching for a home that no longer exists. Steve finds you in the middle of emotional turmoil.

Warning: homesickness, childhood trauma if you squint, mention of political disturbance, fluff, cursing, Steve being an absolute sweetheart, Steve also getting the feels]

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After the third round of knocking incessantly at your bedroom door, Steve huffed. He didn't want to intrude, in case you weren't decent or something.

"Sorry y/n," he muttered before twisting the handle, fully expecting to find it closed, unyielding.

His eyes widened, first in mild surprise at the ease with which he'd made it in: no locked doors. Then in shock, since his favourite person - you - was currently curled up on the floor, facing the sunset. Knees pulled up to your chest and tears streaming down your face as you whimpered softly now and then.

The next emotion was confusion at the music playing in the room - something that sounded like a folk song sung by a gravelly male voice in a language he didn't understand. However, he'd heard you speak or sing in it to yourself enough to know it was Bengali.

He joined you on the floor, quietly tapping your arm.

You turned your head to look at him, making no effort to wipe away the salty moisture on your cheeks. "I miss home."

Three words. Just three words from you tugged violently on his heart-strings, making him scoot closer and wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer. You let him engulf you, finding comfort in him.

He didn't bother asking any questions. He knew the answers. Unfair elections and totalitarian practices had completely destroyed the political opposition in India five years ago. You'd watched democracy fall apart slowly but surely within fifteen years. Your beloved state of West Bengal, safe from the ruling party till then, had been overpowered too.

You'd run. You'd wished you could stay and do something, be a patriot, but you'd run. Forced yourself to throw yourself and your best efforts into medical school, even if your heart had ached for a different subject instead. You'd clenched your jaw and survived five years of suffocating dictatorship (nobody ever called it that but that's what it was) and communal riots. Then, the moment you'd graduated, you'd packed your things and left your homeland for a stable future.

You hadn't taken anyone with you. Your family wasn't the best and you'd made the decision to go no contact with them while still in high school. You'd lied to them about where you would be living, promised them you'd call. At the airport, just before boarding, you'd sent your mother the final text you'd silently prepared beforehand, listing everything she'd done wrong and refused to make up for and why you felt wronged. You'd apologised for being so harsh, and for abandoning them, but explained that you needed to protect yourself and you couldn't do it while staying with them. Then you'd thrown away your phone.

It was for the best, for your best, but you still missed the carefree life of your early years. Carefree, not in the sense that you weren't being hurt over and over, but carefree in the sense that you were naïve enough not to realise you were being hurt. You were alone in this new environment. Yes, you'd found friends, you'd found Steve. But a part of you still felt lonely.

Steve knew all of this. He'd held you close the day you poured all of it out. And he held you close now as the homesickness returned.

"I'm a fucking coward," you sniffle. "I should've stayed and tried to fight. Spoken up. Done something. Said something. Anything. I didn't even try. Like a selfish bitch."

He pressed a kiss to your head, stroking your hair and shushing you. He'd save that conversation for later. Right now you didn't need a response from him, you needed to let your feelings out. He'd always be here to wipe your tears away and get you back on your feet.

You hugged him tighter, and he pulled you into his lap, leaning against the bed as he closed his eyes, focusing on the song playing on loop.

Weirdly, it felt like home. Nevermind that he understood nothing. There was something earthen and rustic about the song and its ambience, something that called to him. He thought of his mother. A little voice in him said she'd love this music too. He felt his own eyes water as well, and blinked to prevent them from spilling.

You turned in his arms a little so now your back was to his chest, and you both watched the sun go down in silence.

When you'd calmed down, he brought one of your hands up to his lips. "Do you feel like going out and getting some ice cream? Or brownies?"

You giggled - despite the surge of emotions earlier. "I'd love that. Thank you," you met his calm and loving eyes, genuine gratitude in your own.

"Of course, honey."

Minutes later, as you held on to him from behind while his motorcycle wove in and out of traffic, you felt some of the weight lifting off your chest. Life had been rough, but it was better now. You were better now. Safe and loved. You'd be okay, right?

You rubbed his arm softly. He found your hand and squeezed it three times at a red light.

Yeah, you'd be okay.

[AN: This is the direct product of me being homesick, while sitting in my hometown, and being terrified for the future. Steve is my comfort character so I wrote this solely to calm myself; this is the most self-indulgent piece I've ever written. I know most of you won't relate to this much, but I hope that for once, you can put yourself in my place and at least try to understand the emotions in this fic rather than agonise over the details which don't apply to you.

AN 2: India is quasi-federal in structural, meaning while there is a Prime Minister to govern the entire country, every state also has their individual Chief Minister and Cabinet of Ministers for the affairs of said state. The party in power at the Centre isn't always the ruling party in every state. West Bengal is one of such states where the part in power is different from the one at the Centre...so far.

Current affairs in the country are really bad. Abuse of legislation, silencing the national press, completely altering the Constitution, bribing the judiciary, rigging the polls - it's all happening. It's bad enough that the UN and even other countries have criticised the central administration here. This fic is me being super scared that what I mentioned here will actually happen. Elections are this month, and like many other civilians, I'm desperately praying it doesn't take a turn for the worse.

AN 3: The song linked above is the inspiration for the title. মনের মানুষ (moner manush) translates to "soulmate". It is one of the most popular Baul songs. Baul are a category of Bengali folk songs which have double meanings. Most songs, at first listen, appear to be aimed at a lover, however, they can also be meant for God. It depends on how you wish to interpret them. They're a highly respected part of Bengali heritage and can be easily identified by the sound of the ektara in the instrumental, a one stringed musical instrument.]

Tagging my desi friends:

@mainly-marvel @slut-for-henry-cavill @averageambivert

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x indian!reader #steve rogers x bengali!reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x gender neutral!reader #steve rogers x gn!reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers comfort #Youtube

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skelliko · 6 months

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|°- angsty headcanons of kazutora, and a bit of 'calm' ones to brighten it up a little

-- I got bored and I'm in my own little feelings rn

warnings: brief mention of self harm, and suicide

• feels bitter when he sees a happy family, why couldn't he have a loving father and mother? maybe then he wouldn't have turned to the bad

• rarely trusts people and doesn't even try to

• loves physical touch cause it's the only time when he feels warm and calm

• has a poor eating habit, not intentionally he just doesn't feel hungry and can survive the day with just an energy drink and a small meal

• hates the fat that comes with meat cause of the texture

• has self harm cuts on his arms, there not a lot but their mainly across the inner forearm

• he started when he accidentally got one cut and found the sensation to be pleasing, one day the decided to randomly give himself a cut, nothing major but then after a while it's become a small routine but that would also escalate to a harmful habit, it wouldn't be one cut no more but multiple overlapping one another

• he stopped after 5 months when Baji yelled at him for it out of worry

• hes not ashamed of them but does hide them, it's not until he's 24 that he finds displeasure of his own scars and regrets them

• he'd purposely pick the skin of his finger tips until they bleed and sometimes lick the blood off like it's nothing

• he'd verbally lash out on people that didn't deserve it and doesn't realise it until after and feels a pang of regret but doesn't apologize, he just keeps the guilt

• 'the abused becomes the abuser'

• bleached his own highlights with box dye at home and it turned yellow without toner, he says he'd fix it but is too lazy to do it and never did

• he'd isolate himself from other people without a warning or word if he's in a bad mood and then come back as if nothing happened

�� occasionally goes to school but if there's a subject or a teacher he doesn't like for his next lesson he skips it (which is quite a lot)

• hes smart but doesn't show it

• once his father left, Kazutora avoided doing any sort of homework since it reminded him of the pressure that his dad would put on him to get everything right

• hates losing a fight cause it reminds him of his vulnerability when his dad beat him

• when he went to juvenile he got beat up by his cell mates and would be picked on, but soon enough all the times he fought back he gained strength and took his revenge giving him some class and recognition

• he used to have a crush on one girl before but never told her

• due to his parents past relationship he finds anything to do with love disgusting, he thinks it's nonexistent and that every 'happy' marriage will sooner or later become unhappy

• he hates the thought of a sappy relationship, however he craves to be cuddled and curled up with but won't admit it

• touch starved

• mentally strained

• very suicidal in prison and came close to going with killing himself cause he knew that being locked away wouldn't make amends for what happened with Baji (cannon)

• in juvenile he'd always wait for Baji's letters cause that's what kept him somewhat sane in that time

• in prison, he'd catch himself waiting for a letter from Baji for a brief moment before it hit him that he'd never get another letter from Baji ever again and that'd break him to bits

• would get a lot of break downs for the first two years of prison before they started to get toned down a little and reduce in numbers

• hates his own birthday and doesn't try to celebrate

• wants to let go of his past but every little thing is a constant reminder, especially his tattoo that he covers with turtleneck shirts

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#kazutora hanemiya #kazutora #tokyo revengers #headcanon #kazutora headcanons #angst #kazutora angst

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pushing500 · 8 months

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Hello, I love you. Thank you for giving me an excuse to show off my colony! I think it's my favourite of all the Rimworld colonies I've ever built, and I would love to give you a tour!

This settlement is called Eureka. It's quite big and sprawling, so I'll pop it under here where it won't clog up people's dashboards if they don't want it to:

Okay, first of all, I'd like to mention that the main ideology of the colony (as well as two out of the three others we have in the colony: Wendy and Laurie's ideology, and Wookshy's little heretical sub-cult) has the City Builders meme from Vanilla Ideology Expanded - Memes and Structures, which means lots of separate buildings instead of one big one.

This makes things like temperature regulation across the colony a bit tricky, but I love the way it looks.

Here's a shot of the whole of Eureka in all it's current glory. I think it's lovely, though I may be biased in that regard.

Eureka's very first colonists, Albina, Brennan, Irwin, and Rogan the dog, crash-landed in escape pods right where that obelisk is standing in the middle.

The bedrooms you see here are built from limestone that we salvaged from a large ruin in the area. The top left is Albina's bedroom, beside that is Barghest's bedroom (it was Irwin's originally, but he moved into Connie's room when they got married. Both lads have the ascetic trait, and they love it), then the bottom left is Brennan and Debby's room.

The kitchen/abattoir/dining room/art studio/tailor shop is on the right.

Here's the hospital, the research lab, and a "monument" we built for the Empire that now stores all our chemfuel. We also have a little field of blueberry bushes and a beehive. Irwin and Connie's bedroom is on the bottom left.

(Don't mind the apparent excess of sickly colonists, I'll address that in a post after this one.)

Here is the prison barracks, the nutrient-paste vending machine for guests who forget to bring their own food, the water treatment plant, and the duck pen.

I have a lot of chemfuel generators, and this isn't even all of them.

The northern part of Eureka is home to a luxurious hot-tub room, my lovely school /nursery with its adjoining veggie garden, and the tomb we built to honour cuterpillar Bernie, may they rest in peace.

More chemfuel generators, the ex-Ancient Danger, the closet of clothes for Eureka's residents to select their ideal outfits, and the landing pad we have repurposed as a shipyard. It appears we are still a long way off from launching a ship, though. No escape anytime soon.

The wedding chapel with an assortment of instruments that the colonists like to play, and the devilsheep pen.

The boomalope pens (top for males, bottom for females), and some more bedrooms.

The top bedroom is where Wookshys sleeps (ew) and where Baz used to sleep before he moved into a room with Zonovo.

Below Wookshys' room is Kaz and Fafo's room. It will be equipped with a double bed once they get married.

To the left of their room is Laurie and Candlelight's room, which I only now realise is a terrible idea considering the amount of fights they've been getting into. I'll have to shuffle the sleeping arrangements to remedy that.

The room on the bottom left is Wendy and Tamarind's room, and beside them is the room where Andrei, Kawoo, and baby Andy sleep.

Here you can see our smelting/machining/smithing/fabricating workshop above our new landing pad (since the last one was repurposed as a shipyard).

In the middle is the off-brand temple that I built for Wookshys' sad little sub-cult for no reason other than to make him and his heretic followers stop whining that they didn't have one.

Beside the temple for the "Wavian Path" sub-cult are two more bedrooms: Vu and Hazrov's room on the left and Baz and Zonovo's room on the right.

Main storerooms, the temple for the proper ideology of Eureka (The Path of Animism), a bathroom, and the crematorium.

The crematorium has dodgy walls because I didn't realise I was building into the Anima tree's "exclusion zone" until after I'd already mined out the room and started putting up walls. Now it just looks weird, and I have to avoid looking at it.

The riverside picnic area that Wookshys is banished to most days to do his fishing, where I don't have to see him. It's very pretty, and I think if I were trapped on a distant rim world, I would appreciate a nice riverside park like this as long as there were no Wookshys' around to bother me.

Our treasured Anima tree, Connie's berrymaker dryad Gauranlen tree, and a little nature shrine that Irwin made out of jade for all the colonists who have the natural meditation focus types, which is a lot of them, apparently.

Geothermal generators are boring, so I used this steam vent to make a hot spring instead which I like much better. There's also a reasonable selection of guest bedrooms, another bathroom, and our saunas which are separated into male and female rooms.

All our stone cutting is done by the hot spring, and all the cut stone is dumped in a pile with raw steel, bones, and other things that won't deteriorate on the ground outside.

Also, another view of Connie and Irwin's room, along with Albina's room and Brennan and Debby's room.

Last but not least is Eureka's main farming area. There are little growing patches set up here and there all over the place (which I'm sure my farmers are thrilled about... At least they can get their steps up while they work), but this is the main spot where most zones are organised into one accessible area.

And that concludes the tour of Eureka! I won't pretend to be the most efficient or practical Rimworld player, but I love building things that look nice (to me, at least) and make my colonists happy.

I hope you enjoyed this little insight into the place where all my wonderful colonists live, and thank you again for giving me an excuse to ramble about it. <3

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snailsagere · 3 months

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Please read my dni in my bio before interacting

Life update #2

CW- mental health talk, I am not mentally ok rn so I may sound a bit off? Idk I'm trying my best :'3

Sorry for not doing these much, stuff doesn't change much for me it's kinda consistently bad haha so there's not much to update on but I'm not sure guess I can also update on general stuff

So I mentioned this a few posts ago but I started a YouTube channel and I'm actually getting views which I'm still in shock over because I'm really not entertaining like at all tbh so yay! It's been a dream of mine since I was really little so yea :3

Other than that I've been doing really badly recently I did a tarot reading at the start of the year and it pretty much said I would be depressed for the first 6 months and so I can far it checks out haha, I'm not worried it's good to know in advance, but I have been having a bpd episode for the past few weeks so everything's been really messy, I didn't realise I was having an episode until a few days ago, it's especially bad today I had nightmares all night and couldn't sleep because I kept hearing and seeing things so I'm staying home from school today + I'm really stressed, I have my A levels this year and I'm real dumb so I'm gonna fail them probs, we'll seee (I don't need anyone to tell me that I'm not dumb or anything btw I'm not saying it for attention I'm just saying my feelings) please just don't be mean

Sorry that was a lot, that's all for now, I hope you're doing well and having a lovely day or night :3

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inkybloom-luv · 9 months

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Words Unsaid 10, fireworks

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Hi everyone! Late upload but w/e! At least it's a long one! I hope you enjoy my little silly update! I have worked in a little bit of Urdu, for which I will put the translations at the bottom but please be aware that it is not a language I speak, feel free to correct me! (Politely tho please)

Major Al'ab Nayira spoilers

Slightly suggestive for like,, 1 sentence

2.5+ k words.

Part 9 Masterpost Part 11

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At the Camel Bazaar Grim managed to sniff out a Shawarma stall and also managed to convince everyone to order. Six different orders, all accustomed to everyone's preferences and still Jamil could remember them and give them to the stall owner. Both Cater and Inky found that absolutely amazing, but Inky found Jamil amazing on a different level than Cater.

When their food arrived however, one seemed to be missing. Jamil's. Everyone accused Grim at first but he was obviously not it, because somehow his counter argument made enough sense. "I could have stolen the whole spit of meat if I was going to steal anything!" Or something like that, at least.

It was then discovered that a young woman, slightly younger than Jamil, maybe by a year or two, had swiped it. Her appearance sent Jamil into a sputter as it came to light she was his younger sister, Najma. The group was theorising over what was causing Jamil to loose his composure but really it wasn't because he was embarrassed, he just didn't want his younger sister to find him with.. well, his crush, NOT THAT THAT'S WHAT INKY WAS TO HIM!! Absolutely not! He just didn't know another word for it! Yeah that's it! And to top it off Najma inserted herself into the group via Cater suggesting she join them after hearing how her plans got cancelled after Mr Viper had sent her out to tell Jamil about the change in seating, though this was because their father did not quite understand phones and technology all too well. Of course, that made Cater give Najma the rundown of the group after Jamil had been unwillingly coerced into letting his sister join. Everyone else got a turn and then it was time to introduce the prefect.

"And this lovely lady is the prefect, Inky! She's super sweet and the school would probably go up in flames without her! Get this: she's actually real cammable! And her outfit today is an easy 100/10!" He said, and of course, that flattered Inky, although she didn't really fully believe that. Actually the part about the school was probably true but the rest was a little odd to her. She did try to be sweet though. It was then that Najma noticed her as Jamil had sort of stood in the way, which was totally on purpose. Najma inspected Inky a bit, noticing her brother was looking at her as well, trying to keep a stoic expression. But there was just something in his eyes that felt different, new, more.. affectionate even. And then she realised. The pretty little lady had stolen her big brother's heart and he was more than slightly in absolute denial.

"And that's the short n sweet on our little group!" Cater finished.

"Wow, honestly I'm surprised my brother has this many friends! He never mentions anyone when he comes home over the holidays!" Najma said, which made Jamil respond in a slightly agitated manner.

"They're not my friends, they are schoolmates, that's all." To which Najma ghasped in exaggerated shock, worming herself through the group to behind Inky, gripping her shoulders. Which, Inky seemed slightly hurt by what Jamil had said, though he didn't intend to make her feel that way.

"You can't tell me this little cutie of a girl you brought is *just a schoolmate*" Najma said, continuing to feign shock to tease her brother.

"Well- no, she's not just a schoolmate. She's.. a close friend. Had I the time to say anything I would have but for today I am busy." He answered, trying once again to avoid the truth. It was then Najma had a sort of lightbulb moment. She had never been more glad to be his sister and to understand what he meant by that.

"Jamil Viper..! تم اس کے ساتھ چھپ کر چھیڑ چھاڑ کرنا چاہتے تھے..!"

She said, a smug grin now plastered on her face. Her brother was making googly eyes at a girl and was trying *so hard* to hide it that it was almost hilarious!

"No! آپ چیزوں کا تصور کر رہے ہیں!"

Jamil said, almost a little too quickly. He felt immensely glad that his friends did not understand a lick of Urdu right then. Even if the little sad look on Inky's face earlier did kind of plague him. But it's not like she was his crush! He just didn't have another word! Sure she was absolutely breathtaking in her current attire, not just that, anything really and she was so sweet and- you know what? Nevermind! What mattered was that Jamil was most definitely not crushing on her and his sister was just trying to tease him!

His sister gave one last and incredibly unconvinced "yeah sure Jamil, whatever you say...~", before everyone had finished their food, save Inky, who was still holding half of hers. Odd but maybe she wasn't all that hungry yet.

One way or another the conversation drifted to a fruit vendor who was selling many high quality fruits. The group then learned that fruit grown here was high quality due to a special irrigation method since water was scarce back in the day. Malleus also learned what a dragon fruit was and Najma bought some and drizzled it with honey for the group to try.

Another mentionable fruit was the so-called silky melon, a Silk City specialty known for its taste and texture.

"It's said that sharing these with someone will make your friendship or romance last forever." Jamil explained. He couldn't help the way his eyes wandered over to her, to Inky. Would she share a melon with him? He hoped she would. He bought some for the group, himself included. Though he was surprised when Inky refused a portion. Did she not want to be tied to the group, or even him? Was it him? He had to know, so he asked her why she wouldn't take her portion, then again she didn't finish her shawarma either.

"I don't like melons much. In my home they are popular too, a summer treat but I just find it tastes.. weird. So while I would try a piece.. a whole portion would likely be wasted on me." Was her reasoning. She was eyeing Jamil's portion though. He waited until everyone was distracted with their melon bits until he turned to her again, holding out to her one of the smallest pieces from his little pile. And she did take it. Despite what she said about not liking melons she ate it. Jamil didn't know why, but she knew. It was because it was Jamil that offered, ever considerate a small piece. But they shared. And that's what mattered to them both. Cater wanted to take another picture.. but no one except Inky was down for it and she didn't have a melon so no pic for poor Cater.

They tried bread next, which made a story of little Jamil come to light. Apparently he loved to make bread when he was younger and his sister tried it once. That one didn't go so well so Jamil made Hamburger steak out of what was left. After that they saw some urns and vases at a stall, where Grim did, in fact, fall into one. Najma chose that moment to reveal that Jamil had hidden in one as a kid and scared the daylights out of his sister as her tried to leave with it in a very Link hiding in a barrel fashion. It embarrassed Jamil to no end but Inky was giggling at least.

Since it had gotten hot now they settled on going to get some coconut water. Turns out that Kalim drank it by the truckload and the Malleus Draconia cracked the empty coco-fruits for everyone to enjoy. You know, like a glorified nutcracker. No one was gonna believe that. After that, they wandered and found a stall that sold, among other things, dates! The vendor recognised Jamil and began to coerce a story out of him. The one that explained his seething hatred and fear of bugs. He'd burnt down an entire awning of the stall trying to get the bug away, but he was a child and the control he had over his magic at the time was most definitely not that great. Apparently he was crying too, according to the stall owner. But that didn't matter much because right in the next moment it was Inky that shrieked and jumped at Jamil, seemingly out of nowhere. It happened quickly enough that Jamil barely managed to stay standing and it alerted the whole group. But still, Jamil held her up as she clung to him, not daring to put her feet on the floor. Unfortunately no one in the group could tell what happened until about half a minute later when Inky lifted her head to sniffle as she slowly put her feet back on the floor.

"S-sorry..!" She stuttered out, drying her tears as best she could before she actually started to cry. "a big s-spider was crawling up my leg and I p-panicked..!"

The prefect was not scared of a lot of things, but spiders, specifically large ones? That did her in. It had the whole group scanning the floor but at least nothing was on fire. Jamil was trying to calm her down a little too, offered her a date, which she gladly took, no matter how much Jamil disliked the fruit. After that whole mess Inky held on to Jamil's sleeve for a bit. But they walked past a toy stall, so upon Grim's request Inky did actually buy a game.

Najma left shortly after to meet with her friends, not before giving Jamil another teasing look about the girl that he was absolutely head over heels for. Unfortunately that was suddenly unimportant as Malleus had somehow managed to disappear right then and there. Somehow Jamil seemed a bit too calm as he led the group to Zahab Market. Turns out those neat little bells on everyone's outfit, right? Those cute things? GPS trackers. Not only that but Kalim showed up, since he'd finished early and wanted to join the group a while, with permission of course. A bit of conversing later and it was decided that they would all go look for souvenirs to bring home from the trip, though it was likely that Inky would really only look rather than buy.

After everyone finished and they moved on Grim had somehow gotten his heart set on coffee divination. Turns out Jamil knew the basics as Najma was into it, this Grim could happily try. And for once, Inky wanted to as well, if only to try the coffee. Grim had swallowed the grounds, unfortunately, however Inky had been careful not to, so Jamil could read her fortune. He took a few looks and blinked.

"A J, which refers to love as well as a 1, the start of something new, a romantic relationship perhaps.. as well as.." he leaned in slightly closer "a 6.. for.. intimacy" he said to her, hoping he'd made his point come across and by the looks of those slightly rosy cheeks, he did. He said a few more minor things but that was about it. Those first 3 were the most important to Inky, for obvious reasons.

They kept walking and a little while later as everyone dispersed for a few more moments Inky was looking at jewelry. Waist beads to be specific. She'd always been fond of them and wanted to try them, too bad they were just slightly out of their tight budget, so they turned to the others to learn what they'd gotten instead. And while that went on, Jamil disappeared for only a moment, only to come back with seemingly nothing. But who knows how true that was.

More time passed as the sun set and they ran into the chief pyrotechnician, who struck up a friendly conversation, only to realise he'd been stolen from! Not only that, someone tried to snag Inky's poor old phone! Well, not someone, a monkey they'd seen earlier, that performed tricks. Malleus suggested using magic to stop the creature but that was quickly passed up on in favour of Jamil's plan, which, although it ended in Jamil fighting the man who owned the monkey, went well. Considering it was a great way for Jamil to blow off steam, of course it went swimmingly. Gently brushing the dirt off him, Inky congratulated him with a smile as the police went and took care of the crook, who regretted his life choices. The show was on!

Once they reached the venue and everyone had gotten a mint lemonade, which was very tasty, they waited. It was then that the pyrotechnician from earlier had come back, offering Jamil the chance to set off the firework festival's finale. He needed a lot of convincing but eventually agreed to do so, perhaps it was everyone's encouragement or their smiles.

Kalim was the one that asked everyone their opinions of the day, and they all had lovely things to say. "I loved it, I can't believe there's a place this amazing out here. Makes me wish I'd lived here all my life, maybe I would've met you guys sooner..!" Inky chuckled to herself, being the last one to say anything. The fireworks started and music played as everyone got roped into dancing, though Inky simply swayed a little to the beat, not far from Jamil, who took the chance and danced with her, once again for a little while, instructing and guiding her along the way, not taking his eyes off her and her bright smile for even a moment. When it came time however he gave the cue for the final fireworks. His heart raced as he looked at all his friends and then at Inky, who was standing there amazed and wide eyed, the biggest smile on her face. He stepped closer, slightly out of breath.

"Was.. was the timing right? Did I do it? How did.. how did everything look?" He said, turning to face the night sky, lit with blooming colours and bright lights, like stars or flowers that blossomed. Everyone was enamoured by the performance of the carefully organised spectacle. Even he allowed himself a brief moment of distraction until he felt a hand on his shoulder and something soft on his cheek. he looked to his side, seeing a flushed Inky look at him from the corner of her eyes as she pretended to enjoy the fireworks rather than stare at him. He grinned, a smile on his lips as his own cheeks grew hot. He couldn't help but intertwine their fingers and hold her hand in that moment. It was pure bliss. Alright. Maybe he did have a crush on her. Maybe he loved her even. Who could say? Jamil certainly couldn't. But he could say for certain he had fallen. And maybe that was okay this time.

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Translations:

¹; You wanted to flirt with her in secret..!

²; You're imagining things!

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microwaving-tesilid-argente · 7 months

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Honestly i have so much sympathy for Ailette and the way she mischaracterises Tesilid.

like i myself also fixate on certain parts of the story and extrapolate maybe a bit too much - although in my defence i've only read like half the story.

-but the same can kind of be said of Ailette? This Tesilid is having a new, currently-being-written chapter of his life. In fact she kind of has things even worse, because her characterisation of Tesilid is based off OG!Tesilid, but current Tesilid had his life and outlook irreversibly changed when they met aged 10. But they never really interacted enough afterwards for Ailette to realise just how much of an impact she made on him. She hasn't really had a strong reason to rethink her characterisation of him. Not to mention that she first read the book with her middle school reading comprehension, which. Probably coloured her interpretation for the worse, at least a little.

I really wish Ailette would go into more detail about her own experience as a reader, to really see better how she's viewing this world and its people.

Which paragraphs are the ones that she thinks defines Tesilid's character? (Mine is "I'm praying that they'll all fail the test and go home".)

Which are the ones that made her cry? (Mine's "Right... you're on the side of this world.")

Which are her favourite silly Tesilid moments that make her so fond of teasing Tesilid? (iliac bones)

Which are the ones that reverberate in her head and which won't leave her alone? (Mine is "Please... show me some of that petty mercy too.")

I feel like the fun part of these kinds of isekai story is that. Whatever reaction you had towards Tesilid, be it "wow what a cute kid" or "i'm going to cry, i need to wrap him in a blanket where the world can't hurt him anymore" or "actually he should just destroy the world tbh i would support him", she's been there first and has been doing for at least 10 years, she's the OG. And she's super intense about it too. Like she can say "I need to save him because the story dictates it" all she wants, but the way she reacts so intensely and immediately to Tesilid in danger really speaks volumes of how much emotional investment she has in this guy. Like idk if she really rotates him in her head as much as I do - that might be a me problem - but if you rotate a character in your head enough times while fixating on certain moments and not others, you probably would end up with a biased interpretation of the character. Especially if you don't have someone else to bounce ideas off. And this gets worse if you're actually living in the character's world, because characters in stories serve certain narrative functions, so all their actions which get included in the narration are inherently biased towards portraying them in a certain way that serves said narrative function. But humans are a lot messier and more dynamic.

i just. shakes her up and down. love the concept of an isekai protagonist and the OG protagonist that they love so much.

anyway this whole post is a testament to how much Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint changed the way I interpret fiction and especially isekai stories. Not me anthromorphozing Ailette as if she's really a person and fellow fan who exists and isn't a character lmaoo, i'm definitely not having a "we're all fragments of kim dokja" moment, no sir. i definitely didn't subconsciously draw connections between ORV's isekai'd MC and myself and S-Class Heroine's isekai'd MC and our commonalities as readers who rotate the same story in their heads very many times, and suddenly make a realisation that's actually more relevant to ORV than the actual story that prompted all this. one whole year after i last read ORV, because ORV's story is So Much and so monumental that i'm still haunted by it and figuring it out and it lowkey never left my mind, even after a whole year. (please read orv.) like there are a lot of otome isekai stories about isekai'd MCs realising that the people in their lives don't line up with the OG characters, but none of these stories ever made me viscerally realise what it was probably like for kim dokja, because none of them had isekai'd MCs be that unironically obsessed with their OG protags, and more importantly none of them made me constantly rotate the OG protagonist in my head the way S-Class Heroine does. Han Sooyoung was right, you get as much out of a story as you put in to reading it and re-reading it and re-interpreting it. By putting so much time into S-Class Heroine I accidentally made some relevations about the other story that I was always trying to figure out at the back of my mind. Holy shit.

#i'm having a fucking moment #the perks of being an s class heroine #a transmigrator's privilege #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #you know what ill tag it too this post is as much about orv as it is abt s class heroine #fucking kim dokja #maybe i understand a little better why he is the way he is now #i cant believe this bloody story is still haunting me #the only time i read it was one whole yr ago!!!#anw one way in which ailette differs from kdj is that she has fully assimilated into this world #she loves her grandpa very much and the rest of her family and her best friend bianca #and her friend agnes too #she doesn't have all the trauma associated with the fourth wall and all its themes #good for her #anyway if you wished that orv was pink and had more romance than s class heroine is for you #please read it too

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aquila1nz · 8 months

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I was poking wikipedia and other descriptions of Harlan Coben's Myron and Mickey Bolitar books (which I haven't read), and realised Shira doesn't seem to exist in the books (or maybe she does in name but not form). So the original series of books are about Mickey's uncle, an ex-basketball player detective called Myron. And in the spinoff Mickey books, when his father dies and his mother is in hospital he goes to live with Uncle Myron. Meanwhile in the TV show it's his Aunt Shira who moves back to her home town to look after Mickey; Myron seems to still exist, mentioned as a local basketball legend, but he's not present.

So I think it's like those TV series set in Gotham where Batman is mysteriously absent. There are deals in the works for the Myron Bolitar books to be filmed, and they don't want the character introduced first in a YA series set 9 books into the Myron series.

Shira gives them that distance. What is nice is that it seems you can still see Myron's hands off bachelor-uncle existence in Shira's character, something likely to please a lesbian audience. She's also into basketball - it's established that she spent the same long hours her brothers did practicing shooting hoops in the driveway. When she pressures Mickey into attending a school basketball event so she can spend time around Hannah I'm left wondering if Hannah exists in the book? Does Myron romance his old high school girlfriend, now married to the police chief? I'm going to guess Myron didn't date said police chief in high school, but I'll bet in the original they were the best friends, and rivals for the same girl.

If so, that's how we got out lesbian storyline. Not yet sure how we scored two though.

Anyone actually read Shelter?

#harlan coben's shelter #shelter #mickey bolitar #myron bolitar #shira bolitar #hannah taylor #shira/hannah #adaptations #harlan coben #my post

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kimbappykidding · 11 months

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Part One Here

Tagged: @reaoiinwinter

Weirdly after that, everything between you and Beomgyu thawed and things finally felt natural between you. You finally understood one another as if you needed that huge argument to become friends. However it was also a little more than that, Beomgyu had seen a raw honest side of you not many others had and in some ways knew more of you than your own brother and it felt like you could confess things to him easier after everything you'd already told him.

So you and Beomgyu became closer but without even your brother being too aware of how or why. He just knew the two of you could now be found together talking and laughing. He came home one day to find Beomgyu helping you study for a big test the next day. The following day at work Beomgyu got a huge smile on his face and when they asked what the good news was he explained your latest exam went really well and it was the one you were most nervous about too so it was really good news. "I thought it was her Chemistry test?" Yeonjun asked and Beomgyu nodded "it was". "But Y/n loves chemistry, it's her favourite subject". Beomgyu smiled "no it's not she hates it! English is her favourite". "Since when?" Yeonjun asked shocked and Beomgyu shrugged "I don't know maybe since she moved schools? It's been quite difficult for her, a huge change". Yeonjun wasn't aware of that either but pretended like he did because he didn't want to admit his member knew more about his sister than he did. Yeonjun felt so guilty and wondered why you'd confide in Beomgyu but not him but he could only think of one reason... you and Beomgyu were more than you were letting on.

Yeonjun had asked you both this question and you denied it. However, he wasn't convinced. There was just something in the way you acted around Beomgyu, so soft and honest that didn't add up...not to mention the way Beomgyu said your name like you were the most precious thing in the world. He noticed many lingering glances between the two of you and just didn't get why you were keeping such an obvious secret hidden. He wasn't even mad more annoyed you wouldn't admit it! However you both swore there was nothing and so he had put up with it.

To celebrate your final exam Beomgyu suggested you come to their concert which didn't sound too fun at first but he promised you VIP treatment meaning a nice private booth, good food and drink. Who could refuse that? So you agreed but you didn't expect the night to end up the way it did.

You had heard a fair few TxT songs but didn't know them all or realise just how talented all the boys were. Beomgyu in particular kept catching your eye and you thought he looked so hot. The stylist had done a wonderful job but he just came alive on stage and looked so good. He moved effortlessly and his hips looked so good! Then Fairy of Shampoo came on and that had always been your favourite but seeing Beomgyu perform it was something else. He just looked so chill and cool and you found him so attractive. You'd promised to ignore your past feelings for him after what had happened the last time you two ventured into that territory, figuring it was easier to just stay friends but you knew after tonight that would be extremely hard.

After the show the boys all came to ask what you thought. "You were all so good! You're great dancers...who knew?'”you joked and they all laughed. "We're going to go get changed and then we'll meet you in the car to go to the after-party" Beomgyu explained and you nodded but couldn't meet his eye. Beomgyu noticed but acted like he didn't. However, in the car he sat next to you but you seemed really tense and mainly chatted to Huening Kai on the other side of you. Beomgyu worried you were angry at him again when getting out of the car you stumbled and he caught you. "I got you" he said a hand on your waist and you blushed. There was no disguising the way you looked at him and you quickly looked him up and down before apologising.

You were into him and Beomgyu loved it!

He figured he'd lost his chance with you after the field fiasco but you still wanted him! "I'm sorry" you said and he shook his head "I'll catch you anytime Y/n". You smiled and your blush deepened. "You look really pretty tonight by the way" Beomgyu added just to tease you even more and you looked up at him "thanks so do you...". "Y/n, Beomgyu, come on!' Yeonjun called from the door and you turned away from him.

Inside Soobin got you all drinks and then Yeonjun insisted you all dance. Beomgyu was feeling confident so showed off for you and he could feel your eyes on him. You were also a good dancer and Beomgyu found his eyes wandering but luckily Yeonjun was preoccupied with a dancer of his own so didn't notice the two of you and he soon split off to join her. You were having a good time, yourself and Beomgyu conveniently staying close together when the music changed and a slower one came on. The DJ announced it was formal hour. Everyone began to pair up and Beomgyu extended a hand to you.

You took it and he wrapped your arms around his neck. "So..." he said now you were close "you're a good dancer". You shook your head "nowhere near as good as you". Beomgyu shrugged "I'm trained to be but you're completely natural. Is there anything you can't do?". You blushed "plenty of things". "Well I look forward to discovering them all" Beomgyu said and you began dancing. A lot of couples were just swaying but Beomgyu was extra so he soon had a little routine for the two of you and you felt the room get even hotter as he moved his hands down your waist and twirled you before pulling you right back to him. You laughed at the sensation and Beomgyu smiled "you're so beautiful when you smile...". You froze and Beomgyu laughed "sorry I've had a little too much to drink and I don't have any filter". "So this is what you think when you're around me?" you asked him "things like that". "All the time" Beomgyu agreed "you mesmerise me Y/n and not because you're some exotic beauty or from a life I don't understand but because you're you and I find that so interesting". You blushed and stared at the beautiful boy in front of you. A thousand thoughts were going through your head but only one stood out so you leaned forwards and kissed him.

Beomgyu kissed you back feeling like he was floating in some dream it felt so good. He was finally kissing you and knowing you liked him made him feel on top of the world. He pulled away with a sigh several minutes later "I don't think we should go any further" he said and you paused "why?" looking doubtful. "No don't get me wrong I love it!" he told you "I just need to restrain myself from you a little to be respectful". "What if I don't want you to?" you asked gently placing his hands back on your waist and Beomgyu blushed "really?". You nodded "there's a whole house free". Beomgyu felt his cheeks get even warmer and he was smiling before a thought occured to him. "Y/n are you sure you want this?" Beomgyu asked "I don't want to you do this if you don't feel you can 100% trust me and believe my intentions towards you because I never want to hurt you again". You shook your head "I trust you Beomgyu and I want you so much it's like I need you". That almost floored Beomgyu and he rushed forwards "then let's get out of here" and he took you home.

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You'd gone back to the TxT dorm because it was where you were both staying and the house was empty...until the boys got back. You were both lying in bed when you heard the front door open and tensed. "You locked the door right?" you asked and Beomgyu paused "I'm not sure I was a little distracted". You jumped up and raced to the door which was open. You locked it and mere seconds later there was a knock. "Y/n it's Soobin, Yeonjun left with someone but he asked me to make sure you were home before I went to bed". "I'm home and i'm fine" you called and Soobin nodded "okay have a good night...Beomgyu is in his room right? He came home too?". You momentarily panicked at his word choice before nodding "Yeah we shared a taxi so he's definitely in the house". You made sure you didn't glance at the grinning boy next to you and Soobin believed you. "Great night Y/n" and left. When Soobin was far enough away you finally turned back to Beomgyu and let out a big breath which made him laugh. "We're lucky Yeonjun is out, he's nowhere near as chill as Soobin" Beomgyu commented as you got back into bed. "Yeah I can imagine" you laughed "he'd have checked your room and then demanded to know where you were and what this was". Beomgyu smiled "if you don't mind me asking what is this? I'm cool with whatever you want, a one-time thing, a more regular thing, something casual...whatever you want". "Whatever I want?" you asked and Beomgyu nodded "I'm happy for you to take the reigns". You smiled "well I like you so would like to see you regularly on dates and stuff". "Then I'll take you out to all the dates and stuff you want" Beomgyu replied coming closer to you and you laid down wrapping your arms around him. "But can we keep it from Yeonjun for a while? He'll get too involved and I want you all to myself for a bit". Beomgyu chuckled "you really know how to sell something don't you?" and he kissed you "you've got me Y/n" and then turned your legs to jelly.

Your timing was literally perfect as, with school finished for the year, you'd basically moved into the dorms so you and Beomgyu could sneak off together quite easily and that was all you wanted to do. Now you'd let yourself admit you'd fallen for Beomgyu he was all you wanted and he loved it. He'd walk through the door and smile at the way you looked at him or the expression on your face and know exactly what you were thinking because he felt the same way. As luck would have it, Yeonjun was also in a new relationship and so didn't pay too much attention to you. However the other members were less blind.

"Where are you off to?" Soobin asked Beomgyu surprised to see him rushing out after work for the third night in a row and Beomgyu smiled "I'm going to this lecture with Y/n so she can see if she wants to go there in the future". He'd been helping you work out what career you wanted and tonight you were seeing if marine biology at university was for you. "Cute date" Taehyun said with a knowing look and Beomgyu blushed "it's not a date". "Sure" Huening Kai replied before laughing and Beomgyu shushed him because Yeonjun was across the room but he was texting his new partner so was dead to the world. "You'll probably have to tell him soon" Soobin said and Beomgyu didn't reply. He knew as soon as Yeonjun looked up from his new relationship he'd work it out but Beomgyu didn't want to be the one to drag him into it. Things were perfect the way they were.

He met you outside the lecture hall and spotted you straight away. It took you a few seconds to locate him and in that time Beomgyu got to recall everything he loved about your face. How beautiful your eyes were and your cute nose. How your furrowed expression was still so pretty and made you look like you were thinking of something really hard. How in the sun you were practically glowing and best of all how you smiled when you saw him. Beomgyu loved the look on your face when you made eye contact with him. You were always so happy to see him and it made his day every time to think how far you'd come.

Beomgyu rushed over to you and threw his arms around you picking you up slightly. You laughed and Beomgyu held you closer "I missed you" he said and you laughed again "I saw you this morning". "Yeah but it wasn't enough time" he said kissing you softly before he took your hand and led you into the hall. The lecture was good and on the way out you stopped "so what did you think?" Beomgyu asked. "It was good" you smiled "I think maybe I want to be a scientist?". Beomgyu gasped and picked you up "my girlfriend's going to win a noble prize! I'm so proud of her!" making you go bright pink. It was the first time he'd so openly called you his girlfriend and you blushed "I've never heard you call me that before". "What my girlfriend? You are...right?" Beomgyu said and you nodded "I am and I love it!" kissing him.

The funny thing was, Yeonjun had been walking by at that exact moment. He heard some guy yelling about his girlfriend winning an award and smiled. It was very full and there were lots of students going one way so he followed them going up the stairs and only looked back when he was at the top. That's when he saw Beomgyu and you, together in a passionate kiss. His jaw dropped and his new girlfriend stared at him confused "Yeonjun?". "That's my sister and my friend!" he cried and he started marching towards you but there were just so many students coming up the stairs who were understandably angry he was going against the current. Yeonjun lost sight of you in the crowd and when he finally reached the bottom you and Beomgyu were gone.

So Yeonjun went home in a huff and found Taehyun and Soobin in the living room. "Beomgyus with Y/n". They both paused and that's when Yeonjun knew they knew. "How long have they been together?" he asked "and don't lie to me". Soobin shook his head "we honestly don't know but Yeonjun calm down". "Calm down? How when he's broken every friendship rule in the book by sleeping with my little sister!". "It's not like that" Taehyun said and Soobin nodded "he really cares about her Yeonjun and they're happy together". "How would you know?" Yeonjun barked and Taehyun took this one. "Do you know where they were tonight?". Yeonjun shrugged "the university?". "Beomgyu's been going to different lectures with her after work each day this week to help her work out which course she wants to do". Yeonjun frowned confused "but they...that's too sweet for Beomgyu". Taehyun laughed "have you ever looked at how they look at one another? How Beomgyu straightens when she enters a room or how Y/n instinctively smiles and relaxes when she sees him? Yeonjun they're in love". "No!" Yeonjun said "I told Beomgyu to stay away from her and then to see him kissing her...". "Yeonjun you can't get in the way of this" Soobin said "you have no right". "I'm her family!" he cried and Soobin nodded "yes but she and Beomgyu are both adults in a happy loving relationship. It's not about you". That stung and Yeonjun went to swear at Soobin when he realised he was right. 100% totally right and if this had been the other way around he'd have said the exact same thing to Soobin. He was being emotional and had too many feelings swimming around his head. He groaned "what do I do?" and sat down.

You and Beomgyu arrived home 2 hours later to find Yeonjun sat alone on the sofa facing the door. You opened the door and paused "Hey Yeonjun, you okay?". "How was the lecture?" he asked and you both paused wondering how he knew about it. Beomgyu found the best practice was to pretend everything was okay "it was great thanks for asking, how was your evening?". "Okay" Yeonjun said "can we talk?". You nodded "just me or?". "Both of you" Yeonjun said and you knew he knew. "I saw you earlier today outside the lecture hall, I know you're together". Beomgyu swallowed and you both looked at one another. "Okay..." you said when Beomgyu stood up "don't blame her if there's anyone you want to be angry at it's me". You stood up too grabbing Beomgyu's arm "no don't be mad at him I started all this I kissed him first!". Yeonjun held up his hands "I'm not mad".

You and Beomgyu froze again "what?"

"I said I'm not mad" he repeated and you looked at him "why? You're still my brother not some alien right?". Yeonjun nodded "yes and when I first saw it I was angry. I tried storming over to you but didn't reach you in time so I came here and ranted to Soobin and Taehyun who talked to me about it. They got me to look at it more rationally and I'm not mad". "Wow I...that's great" you said and Yeonjun nodded. "They told me you really care about her" he said turning to Beomgyu and the boy nodded "I do". Yeonjun nodded "then it's okay but if you ever hurt her...". "He gets it" you nodded but Yeonjun didn't look away until Beomgyu nodded "i promise". "So are you dating?" Yeonjun asked and Beomgyu smiled "yes". "For how long?" he asked and again Beomgyu answered "4 weeks and 5 days". Yeonjun realised what Taehyun and Soobin meant seeing the way Beomgyu smiled at you when he said that. "That's...wow way too long for me to not have noticed". "Well you were just a little pre-occupied yourself" you said smirking and Yeonjun blushed. "That's true...so the only thing I ask is nothing infront of me please and I won't tell mom and dad. If they find out you're dating they won't want you staying over and will be watching you like a hawk. They won't be as cool as me" Yeonjun said and you smirked but nodded "they both sound fine". "Thanks Yeonjun and sorry we didn't tell you sooner" Beomgyu said and Yeonjun nodded "it's okay just keep your promise". Beomgyu nodded looking at you "I will".

The summer passed in a blur and before you knew it the autumn semester was upon you. Your second year at your college started but things felt different this time. For one you'd only chosen subjects you actually liked this year. After encouragement from Beomgyu, you talked to your parents about wanting to be a scientist and so they agreed, letting you drop computing, law and economics but still keep ballet and art for fun. You still had your academic subjects but also made sure to prioritise yourself this year... as well as someone else.

Beomgyu walked you to college just like old times but things were very different. This time you couldn't stop chatting and had a smile on the whole way. You were a little nervous to be back in the lion's den but having Beomgyu there helped calm you. Despite how chaotic he was, you found his presence calmed you down wonderfully. He was the cheese to your chalk and you were very smitten. You listened to him chatter about different things and his voice soothed you. You stopped a street away from your school as Beomgyu had to go in the other direction for work and you paused. "Go knock them dead" Beomgyu said kissing both your knuckles and you smiled "you too". "I'll see you back home?" he asked and you nodded "yes for our special first-day back meal! Don't be late or I'll start without you". "No you won't, you love me way too much" Beomgyu grinned and you blushed. "That's true" you admitted and Beomgyu smiled before shrugging "It'd be okay anyway, I love you too much to get mad at you" and kissed you gently before pulling away. "Bye Y/n!" he yelled down the street skating away and you watched him go laughing, not caring who else saw him. He was yours and he was perfect.

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Could I request a reader x gojo oneshot where reader is in her early 30s so around the same age as utahime and she was a married woman but her husband who was a military soldier,died in a mission while she's a powerful sorcerer ever since her youth. Reader doesn't teach at either of the jujutsu high schools but has trained maki and megumi a few times ( and she's a very intense trainer 👹). Despite being sociable and friendly she's a very private woman and is rather cold hearted even though she doesn't outwardly express it but this is not because of any trauma response or whatsoever,she's just like that but that doesn't mean she didn't love her husband,in fact she did very much so and her husband was basically huge golden retriever prince charming who's a simp to sum his character up lmao.

Now giving some attention gojo ehm,he knows reader for quite some many years but doesn't know her privately despite that they even hung out with each other quite a lot of times ( where they've been mistaken as a couple 👁👁) and he basically developed a crush on her somewhat lol but she doesn't have any feelings for him because she's very hard to get n impress n almost impossible to be charmed(and honestly very rightfully so) even though she had a husband,yea. a few personal things i'd wanna add is pls make very tall 🤲🤲 and not someone who blushes 🥹. a specific scenario i'd like as well is for where reader n gojo are returning from a date and while coming back,reader says she wants to go back home walking in the night because she loves how windy and moonlit it is which is very much ok w gojo but bothered that she might catch a cold (jacket lending moment 🫣??) and then it starts raining quite heavy after a while but reader doesn't give a damn and enjoys it even more and persuades to not shield her or himself with his infinity so he gives in to her and they just enjoy themselves a lot in the rain lol and when the rain finally stops,he carries her her while holding her heels ( yes ik this is cute 🤭) and when they reach gojo's penthouse or whatever bcs he lives closer compared to her penthouse,a nsfw moment begins ehm ( pls don't invited bl*wjobs and i'd like reader to be more dom despite what position or whatever ) and next day he's cuddled to her chest and hugging her 🥹🥹♥️.soon,she finally gives him a chance and quite a while later,she's married w him after he proposes bcs manz RE-realises he's so in love w her n never getting escaping it but only fall deeper (that lovers of everytime to eternity n do anything for u kinda love simp n girlboss sexy n dangerous wife 🙏🙏🙏) but no one finds out abt their marriage because she's a private woman n also bcs she doesn't change her last name nor does have/want kids.

lol this is quite long,have a good day !

love ur writings n art 🌟

Life-fairy tale

paring: Gojo x reader

warnings: smut, angst, mentioned death

words: 3.4k

You still remember your husband's hair. His eyes. His smile. He was such a nice man. He was always able to help anyone. He was like a prince from a fairy tale. Friendly, brave and also handsome. He had almost no flaws.

But the only fault with him was that he was a soldier. This has ruined your relationship.

One moment turned three years of your marriage into hell. It changed your life so far…

Your life stopped the moment you went to check something out.

You loved your husband so much. And you regretted that when he left the house that day…

You wished you'd sent him a beaming smile the moment you said goodbye to him.

Your emotions have always been cold. Even though you truly loved him, and you showed it. You're not crazy like the others. You live at peace. Even though you don't show as much emotion as others still do, you're fine. Everything that was bothering you just stayed inside of you. You didn't show it. You didn't want to, and you can't cry in front of someone. You left your emotions to yourself.

You were not afraid to enter the hospital where many people were lying.

It was so cold there…

You've been watching people die for as long as you can remember.

Being a sorcerer doesn't add anything nice to your life. But the sight of a dead man or other creature doesn't bother you.

You've been practically learning about killing for years…

You were sad when you saw your husband's closed eyes, which always shone with a cheerful brown. His eyelids lay over his eyes, so you couldn't see the color.

You saw the hole in his hair where his skull was split open. A fragment where his golden hair was not at all. It was taped over for the appearance of his body.

You didn't cry looking at his dream.

You were sad. But you couldn't cry. It can happen to you too. Anytime. You'll join him someday. Someday you too will sleep peacefully and not worry about anything.

Your husband was killed during the intervention of the squad when the terrorists took over the building. Armed robbery they needed a military squad to help with.

There weren't many casualties.

One of them was your husband. Whose smile you'll never see again.

You got Prince Charming, but unfortunately you lost him.

It's because he wanted to help people…

He died to save someone's life…

But now he won't help your life…

You have lost someone close to you.

You are a Jujutsu sorcerer. And jujutsu sorcerers always lose something…

You are 30 years old.

You planned to start a family with your husband. For three years of marriage, you've thought about it. You were supposed to quit your dangerous job. To start a family.

You have a husband who was like a prince charming.

Or rather, you had a husband…

You are 30 years old, and you are a Jujutsu sorcerer. You are the widow of your husband, an army soldier. You have no family, no one has feelings for you.

For people you are emotionless, even though you can love and want to be loved.

You want someone to be next to you. You don't like being alone. When you're lonely, it's cold.

You have a cold heart, but you are a loving person.

A heart of ice can be warmed, but it can also warm.

You just need to hold your heart to another heart that beats for you.

"I heard what happened. I'm sorry, (y/n)-san."

You heard a voice behind you.

You turned around to see the tall white haired man.

"Gojo."

"Hi." He smiled at you. "Your face always reminds me of Megumi and Maki. As for them too, they told me you gave them a good workout. A day later, their muscles were hell." He chuckled as he stepped closer.

You looked at him with the same expression on your face. Ordinary face.

"You know, I'm here now to tell you my condolences… You must have taken the loss of your husband very hard."

"It's the same funeral as anyone else. Even though I will miss him… I can't help it. At least he died doing what he always wanted to do…"

"If you want, I'm always there for comfort. I'm good at hugging." He extended his hands towards you.

He moved closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, bringing you closer to his chest.

You looked at him questioningly, raising your eyebrows slightly.

"Uuh. Just like Megumi…" He laughed. "We don't know each other very well, but I think it's enough to invite you to something, for example? Would you like a drink? Or eat something? You know… Just like we used to go out as a group…"

"Gojo, that's why Utahime-chan hates you. Because you still wanted to spend time with us…" You pulled away from him.

"…It's not my fault that it was even fun to hear others consider us a couple…" He murmured softly, scratching his chin.

"Was it fun for you? You know that wasn't true." You replied to him.

You don't mind talking to him. It's not that you don't like him. You just don't feel any affection for him other than friendship. Maybe not even friendship. You are friends from work who spent time together for the sake of other friends. Utahime would like to see Shoko.

"It was cool for me because I might like you." He said with a small smile as he rubbed the back of his head. "I just find you an admirable person and I like you."

Your face was completely different from what he wanted. He wanted you to blush. To show you're a little embarrassed.

"uh? No enchantment in your eyes…" he muttered sadly.

"I'm not impressed with you coming up to me and telling me you like me. It's not something I like."

"Should I do something else to win your heart?" he asked calmly.

"Impress me in some way. Be what you think you can impress me." You said looking at his face.

"That is?"

"It depends on you. You don't know me that much, but I think enough to guess anything." You looked at your phone. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

You turned around and walked forward, feeling his energy the same. This flow does not change. He is neither happy nor sad. He's acting normal. As always.

Standing and looking at the back of your head, he thought about what you said.

Until he finally got an idea.

Since life for you has never been like a fairy tale to read, maybe he can make you feel like you're living in a fairy tale for at least one evening.

You can smile too. And he knows it.

You are the person who deserves a good life.

There has never been a fairy tale for you in life. It was just ordinary life.

Even though Gojo didn't know your husband, he knew that this man made you happy.

Maybe your husband made you feel special.

And if Gojo At least once makes you feel like in a fairy tale with him too?

Will you feel enchanted then? Will he impress you to look at him in a different way??

"I want to invite you to go out together today."

"Fine… I'll go out with you."

"Did you like the movie? Did you like the food?"

You looked at Gojo who was walking next to you, happy like a child.

You went to the cinema, then he took you to a restaurant. Could this evening have been better?

At least you escaped from sitting alone at home in front of the TV.

You left the house, and you had a nice time with him, even if you're just co-workers.

What are you supposed to do when he says he likes you?

It's his opinion who he likes. You can't forbid him, but you also don't want to hurt him.

For as many years as you've known him, she felt nothing for him. You don't want him to go through what you're going through with your loss. And he had a crush on you even though you were married… Who would have thought.

He is 2 years younger than you, Gojo already knows life. You knew he had been through as much as you. As much as you've been through. The loss of all loved ones.

Life for him was not a fairy tale. And you know he's a nice guy, just a little annoying.

If you cut out a few features, Gojo Satoru resembles your husband…

Like a prince charming, he lives in the world smiling.

Even though Gojo has a dark side that you can easily say doesn't belong to the prince.

"Hey, (y/n)? Can I talk to you like that? Just your name?" he asked, suddenly focusing your attention on his face.

"…Yeah… You can say that. And sorry, I thought…"

"That's fine. Let's hurry. Fooooo… It's getting cold."

"Are you cold?" You asked as you walked over to him.

"No. But I'm afraid the weather will be bad on my first date with you."

"Date? Is this a date for you?" You asked.

"Sure. I consider it a date. Don't you like that?" He murmured, waiting for your reply with patience.

"I do not mind." you smiled slightly.

And that was the moment he was so glad to see your smile. He was so happy.

You just smiled at him.

"And I don't mind the weather either. If you want to know what I liked most about this evening…" You looked at the moon floating in the sky. "…this is the walk. I missed night walks. Especially when it was a bit windy and moonlit night. I missed it so much…"

"It's okay. I like this evening. It's so beautiful right now." He said looking directly at you.

It was beautiful not only because the moon was shining so brightly.

It was beautiful because you were standing there next to him. Looking at the moon.

"Aren't you cold? You can catch a cold. You don't have a warm jacket." said Gojo, pointing at you.

"It's okay. I'll bear it. It's not far from my house yet." You said watching the clouds go by.

When you heard a shuffling next to you, you looked sideways at him.

You saw him pull his jacket off his body, adjust the sleeves and everything, then he stepped closer to you.

"…Gojo?"

You were silent as you felt the light weight of a warm jacket on your shoulders.

You felt warm right away. The cold didn't touch you.

It was very nice of him. Even if he didn't have to.

You remember how your husband warmed you during your evening walks together. When it got cold.

He was always there to give you some warmth. If not with clothes, then with his arm or even warming you with words.

Gojo didn't even know your husband, so why are they acting so similar to you?

Because to both of them, you deserve a fairy tale life.

Life like a fairy tale, only for you. They both show that you deserve the best good that can be.

Even though the two of them had never met, they were compatible.

They both loved you and wanted to bring a smile to your face.

They both wanted to see you smile at them lovingly.

The only difference is that you loved your husband.

But you don't love Gojo.

Even if he wanted it.

Your heart cries. There are overcast clouds in your mind that sometimes release rain.

Your husband has been dead for a month.

Would it really be good for him that you dated someone after he died?

Your husband only wanted happiness for you.

But you don't know if he would like that.

"As long as you're happy, nothing else matters to me. I care about your happiness (y/n)."

Those were your husband's words

So if he wanted it, maybe he wouldn't be angry about it…

Maybe he won't be angry with you for giving Gojo a chance to lighten your heart.

Would you like your life to become a fairy tale? As it was before. Where every time you woke up there was some love next to you.

Even if you had your last name, not your husband's. Even if you didn't have children. You still felt very loved. He gave it to you.

If you gave Gojo a chance, would he do the same?

It won't hurt you to try…

You don't want to break his heart.

And you don't want to be heartbroken when all of this turns out not to be true either.

You want to give him a chance.

"Oh, come closer to me. It's starting to rain and we don't have an umbrella." He said suddenly, seeing drops of water starting to fall from the sky. More and more.

You looked at the puddles forming in front of you, thinking how cool it would be to feel the water on your skin.

You suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him closer as you walked briskly.

He pulled you to his chest, giving you a smile.

He was smiling because he saw your smile.

Pushing him slightly away from you, you stepped away from him and started walking under the rain.

Watching the drops fall in front of you.

Feeling the cool drops hit your skin. They get into your clothes.

Every time you walked away from him, moments later he would reappear behind you, holding you by the waist. Hugging you lightly.

You got tangled in his hands. And as you twirled around laughing, it felt like you were both dancing.

Looking into his eyes, you saw nothing like your husband.

And that's what it was all about.

You were supposed to write a life fairy tale together.

Your fairy tale.

You never knew Gojo lived so close to you.

One street away.

However, from where you came from, it was better to go to him. His house was a little closer than yours.

That's why when he carried you down the sidewalk with your shoes in his hand, he completely forgot that he could turn on infinity so he wouldn't have to get wet with you.

But what is it for? Your clothes stuck together as your bodies kept each other warm that evening.

He didn't care that his hair was flat and stuck to his face. He didn't care that his clothes were so soaked with water that no more water was soaking in.

He was only focused on you being in his arms. Holding his neck tight as you look at him.

When you hug him to keep from falling to the ground. Staring into his eyes with a smile. In his whole face. Looking at every line of his face. Memorizing every shape.

Even white eyelashes with little drops of water on them.

Just as a writer starts a story with something, you start yours with something.

You started inconspicuously.

And now you two end up together, close.

Gojo is different than your husband.

They differ in appearance.

They differ in height, slightly body shape.

And also that Gojo's penis is bigger.

You neither expected nor wanted your first date to turn into an adventure in bed.

Even if it could look like that, it won't.

You don't want a fleeting partner.

Now you want Gojo to give you some love.

He will be your springboard from losing love.

He will help you bounce back and then he will hold you. You will bounce back from this together.

Holding each other in their arms.

You're not a one-night stand. And that's what you're showing him.

You want to feel good.

Just like him.

So you clung to his thighs, gasping back as you started bouncing on his cock. Giving him a view of your bouncing breasts in front of him.

Giving him the opportunity to moan.

You never expected that someone who is such a strong sorcerer would allow someone to control him.

To you, Gojo was a guy who needed direction.

No doubt he knows what to do.

But you know that you can do it better for him.

Make him more submissive. And he'll let you fuck him.

Make you use his cock for your pleasure and his.

And he, like a good boy, will let you. And he will moan for you too.

Quiet moans and grunts every time your loins meet his hips.

Standing in a crouch above him, you wiggled your ass so that he would come in and out of you. You took him deep to feel him as deeply as possible. Feeling the long cock kissing your insides so deep.

As he placed his hands on your thighs, he placed one hand on his wrist. Holding him as you purred as you rode him.

You ran your hand over his balls, feeling his length quiver.

As he began to push his hips up, you pulled him out of you and left him unwrapped and warm.

As you massaged your clitoris, you ran your other hand very slowly along the base of it, causing him to have a sudden orgasm as you slid your hand up, taking your fingers off of his..

You watched as his cum leaked out in short spurts.

You lowered yourself and laid your breasts against his quivering length. Making more of his white fluid shoot out when touched, staining your skin. As he moaned out of his orgasm, you didn't stop touching yourself. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you looked at his cock as it slowly snuggled more and more into the softness of your tits.

While he was hard, you got up and sat on top of him, hearing him choke out as your pussy sucked him inside.

Running your fingers over your sensitive bud, you came, crushing his cock with your orgasm. Watching his stomach muscles quiver with sensitivity to your action.

You're not a one-night stand.

You found out a few weeks ago.

Especially when you heard that he's inviting you on another, fourth date this week. That was the moment when that date was the most important thing in your life with him. Changing your life.

Your dates often ended like the first one. Nice evening, then sex.

No matter where you spend your time, you're fine. Cinema, restaurant, amusement park, even just a walk.

It made you feel so special.

He was showing you that he really loves you, that you can feel loved. It doesn't matter at what point.

Nobody found out about anything. Maybe they knew you were a couple.

But no one knew that you became the wife of a man named Gojo Satoru.

You don't have his name. You are not planning to have children yet.

You live as you lived with your last, late husband.

Happy in love.

They both don't care who you are.

They both loved you for it.

Your fairy tale ended when your husband died.

But your fairytale life started when you said a few words to Gojo at your wedding.

Life has never been perfect. Life can never be a fairy tale.

But love can make you feel like you're living in a fairy tale.

Everyone deserves love, and everyone can start feeling like life is a fairy tale too.

All you need is the right person who you love and who won't leave you.

Everyone can find a life-fairy tale. All you have to do is follow your heart and do what you want. So that you don't listen to anyone who thinks they know what's good for you.

You gave Gojo a chance to impress you. And thus began your story in a fairy tale. Even if not everything can be perfect, the only thing that matters is that you will be together.

Gojo captivated you with how much he cared

His words could also be captivating. Those were words you've heard before. From the man who gave you your first fairytale life, with happiness.

Satoru repeated this, showing that he knew what you needed.

You don't need an ideal because ideals don't exist.

The moment he proposed to you.

"I know I'm not perfect… But I love you. Tell me what I can change to become that ideal for you."

All you could do at that moment was silence him because you couldn't listen to what he was saying.

And kiss him, accepting his love.

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