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syuga-s · 10 months

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whispers in the dark

w.c 4.7 k pairing. my loveYoongi x afab!reader genre. fluff, sUgGeStIvE kinda, just romantic first encounters a/n. he's a dream I can't believe it, guys I love yoongi so much, idek why I've had this in my drafts for like a YEAR, I'm gonna try and upload stories more often so here you go. mentions of alcohol, moderate consumption nothing extreme 🤝

You noticed when this man sat down beside you, not invading your personal space but he was close enough, letting you marvel at his delicate features. You didn't care that he would see you looking at him, he sat next to you for a reason. His presence was alluring, however, it didn't mean that you’d be the one making the first move.

You weren’t in the mood to go crazy like Lisa and Zoe tonight. They let you know beforehand that their goal was to get absolutely wasted and after all these years of knowing them, you learned that you were no one to stop them.

Tonight you were sitting on a couch, downing your drink quietly, admiring the atmosphere, noticing how everyone was eager to get drunk and you could only watch them in awe. Is that how I look when I want to get drunk too?

You got lost in your own world, you didn’t want to pay much attention to your close surroundings. This week had been crazy and getting yourself looking pretty to drink and sit in a room full of strangers felt like the right choice.

You kept an eye on your two best friends, looking after them from afar, concerned about them getting too drunk or getting themselves in a dangerous something. Fortunately, they were just having fun, dancing, being the center of attention. Every single individual on the dance floor hyping them up or buying them drinks.

You were usually with them, you also liked being the center of attention, it’s not as if you don’t like to have fun but tonight wasn't that kind of night.

Tonight you were happy drinking by yourself at your table, being the safe-keeper of your purses. You weren't even checking your phone, cause to be honest there wasn't anything to check in there.

And you wouldn't dare post a story on Instagram. That would be an open door for a bunch of DM's from people you weren't interested in or them showing up unannounced and ruining your night.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook almost dragged Yoongi out here tonight. It's not like he doesn't enjoy going out but on this particular Friday, he ~really~ didn't want to come to a club to just plop down on a couch and drink when he could perfectly do so in the comfort of his own home.

But apparently, his friends told him that "he hasn't gone out in weeks" and that he "needs to socialize more".

He wishes that they would take into account that he does go out for errands plus he walks Holly often. And that he can perfectly socialize through texts. Nevertheless, he ended up agreeing to go out with them for a while.

“Fine but I’m gonna complain the whole time.”

His expectations for the night were below the ground.

Yoongi noticed you and your little group of friends since you arrived. There was an aura about you three that he immediately spotted but as the night progressed he understood that whatever he had perceived came only from you.

There was something about you that made him realize he had to make an effort to catch your attention. One way or another.

He also knew it wouldn't be easy because, for the past hour and a half, he's been hesitant to do anything thanks to your intimidating stare. You haven't even spared a glance at a single individual and your gaze feels so heavy even from a few feet away.

"Why is she by herself ?"

"She came with friends so it's not like she doesn't have anyone"

“She can drink well”

It's like he's studying your every move.

Jungkook was already buzzed by now. Hoseok and Jimin were on the dance floor since they arrived here, maybe they even were with Lisa and Zoe at this point. They were like the identical versions of each other's and their goal tonight was to get very drunk too. Those four are meant to meet.

Kook wasn't on his 'bad decisions' agenda tonight so he was really happy just drinking beside his friend. But then he started noticing that Yoongi wasn't drinking like he usually did. He seemed lost in thought.

"Everything cool Yoongi?" No answer.

He scooted over closer to him and asked again, "Are you okay?" Still no answer. Jungkook now decided to take his eyes where Yoongi had fixated his. And he understood it all.

There was this breathtaking girl a few tables away from theirs. All black outfit. She was only scanning the place with a drink in hand, no phone or friends on sight. Kook grinned at this and thought "just Yoongi's type."

"She looks very mysterious huh" and with these words, Yoongi came out of his trance. "Huh? Who? What are you talking about?" Jungkook now did laugh and threw his arm around Yoongi, "you should go talk to her, she's all alone!"

Yes, I know Kookie "what if she WANTS to be alone?" Yoongi paused and turned to his younger friend, "I saw her come with her friends, if she wanted company she wouldn't be by herself." He finished his drink and started fidgeting with the glass.

Kook pursed his lips at this, his fuzzy brain not letting him register the reason for his friend's doubts. “Yoongi… I can’t believe you sometimes, just go and talk to her, I know she’ll like you.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

You felt something about him as soon as he sat beside you and immediately started to wonder why you hadn't seen him before when you were scanning everyone in the place. He exudes class, way more than everyone in here but his energy feels so calm. That feels like an odd combo.

And well, it’s not like you were scouting for someone tonight but he’s everything you like at first sight.

You can’t behave yourself when a man looks as composed as him, has long black hair, wearing a perfectly neat suit with a t-shirt, and let’s not start with his hands.

You felt like a puddle as soon as you eyed his huge manly hands.

You finished your gin neat and the sound of ice clinking made Yoongi turn his eyes at your glass. You also checked out he wasn’t drinking anything anymore and debated within yourself if you should say something right now.

Yet he beat you to it. While you were playing with your ring on your pointer finger you finally heard his deep, raspy voice.

“You don’t like to dance?” He stated without making eye contact with you, he was looking at your friends with his friends on the dance floor.

You thought you misheard him because you weren’t expecting that question. You grinned at him and he was able to see your right dimple. Still avoiding eye contact you told him, “I do, very much, but I’m not in the mood tonight” you paused and decided you wanted to know why wasn’t he dancing either.

You rested your chin on your hand and turned to him, finally your eyes on each other. “What about you? I doubt you only came here to talk to antisocial girls.” He was the first to laugh at this, the sound of his laugh as attractive as him. “You should know I’m famous for approaching girls that are alone.” You flashed him another smile after those words. Maybe he’s nervous, you thought. That’s cute.

“I’m sorry I’m joking, I like dancing but I don’t usually come to these places.” You glanced at your friends and luckily they were in the company of two cute guys, Lisa saw you too and sent you a little wave. You smiled at this, knowing you could ease up a little and turned your attention towards the man beside you.

He was anxious about this, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because you were being really nice to him, all the opposite of what he imagined at first. “How come? Well no, I guess I get it, there are days when you don’t want to go out and ‘socialize’ right?” You were being really friendly but he still couldn’t get past your intense gaze.

“Yeah, today was one of those, but actually my friends over there — pointed to where Lisa and Zoe were, fancy seeing that now Jungkook had joined them — made me come, so here I am.”

“Oh my god, are those your friends?!” Both of you took a quick glance at the scene your friends were making and you slowly returned to give him a shocked look.

He had sensed the same thing sooner than you and confirmed “I am literally powerless to stop them.” “Happy to know we are both useless.” You giggled with him and made eye contact for a few seconds longer.

His company felt heavenly. No longer remembering that you wanted to drink alone. He was being really nice and you were feeling very attracted to him just by hearing his voice, even with all this noise. The conversation was easy with him. You honestly couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

“You want to go out for some air?” He offered and you accepted. Quickly grabbing your three purses, you got up and made your way to the terrace.

He started walking behind and that’s when you took in the fact that he was slightly taller than you. This man hasn’t even done much and you were already feeling weak.

He didn’t want to hold your hand or your lower back on your way out. But he was dying to do so. I shouldn’t push it so soon, I don’t even know her name yet.

“So tell me, why did your friends had to drag you here?” You leaned against a railing and turned to face him again.

You made yourself take your eyes away from him right away, you literally couldn’t stop appreciating his features. How his little hair strands adorned his face, the way his earrings gave him an attitude that didn’t match with his endearing aura, his velvety pink lips begging you to lock eyes with them.

He’s not pretty, not handsome but a third grand thing that had you scared to fall in love at the end of the night. In all seriousness he IS pretty AND handsome AND hot.

Thankfully he was too busy figuring out what to say to you that he didn’t noticed the way you were staring so hard at him.

“Care to tell me your name first?” He wondered. He was dying to put a name to the attractive person in front of him.

You told him and asked him the same question. “nice to meet you y/n, i’m Yoongi.” He offered you his hand and when you took it, it felt like electric charges flowed from your hands to your whole body. You took your time shaking hands, both of you maintaining eye contact for what felt like the longest time.

The night went on and your conversation went through a lot of subjects. From the reason he doesn’t like going out that much and the reason he didn’t get to meet the extra outgoing version of you tonight; to the immense love you both have for your friends, your pets, what you do for a living and lastly, how you both really like to drink.

Yoongi’s quiet confidence and the way he listened to you with such attentiveness made you feel incredibly comfortable. You couldn't help but be charmed by his dry wit and his ability to make you laugh.

“I’m having a hard time believing you drink that much.” A teasing tone in his voice, his expression also reflecting it.

The smirk you gave him was sinful. “What can I say? I’ve developed some tolerance through my years.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that” a smirk on his face, perfectly mirroring yours. “Let’s go inside, I think it’s time for a drink.”

You smiled and followed him, once inside he opened a path in the crowd, it’s the first time you noticed how commanding his presence could be, just so the two of you could pass through and reach the bar counter. He held your hands really tight almost afraid you could escape from him. You noticed his hands were rough.

Once you got out the crowd, he came close to talk in your ear and said he needed to check something. You got surprised to the sound of his voice, to hear it that close for the first time. It was actually way sweeter and deeper than what you made it out to be. Maybe it was the intimacy of having him this close. If he wanted to stir something within you, he succeeded.

“You know what? I’m really… thirsty” you said.

You noticed that his hand was still holding yours when he shifted his hand position to tangle his fingers with yours and walk by your side towards the bar.

He looked very pleased to see you drinking from your glass like you had been in the desert for days. A trickle of alcohol escaped from your lips as you drank, you felt it running down your throat finding its fate on your chest. And as the alcohol trickled down your throat, Yoongi's gaze intensified, his eyes fixed on the path the liquid took. A subtle smirk played on his lips, indicating the desire building within him. The electric tension between you both seemed palpable as if the air crackled with anticipation.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his voice husky and laced with a newfound boldness. "Thirsty, huh? I can't blame you," he murmured, his breath teasingly brushing against your ear. The words sent a shiver down your spine, and a flush of warmth spread through your body.

Yoongi couldn't help but find it incredibly attractive. The way you didn't hold back, indulging in your drink with such pleasure and abandon. He had always been drawn to people who embraced their desires, and you were no exception.

The chemistry between you was undeniable, and Yoongi couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him.

The alcohol kept flowing, inhibitions started to fade away and the sexual tension between you became more palpable. There were moments when your eyes would lock, sparks igniting in the air and creating an electric charge that neither of you could resist. The way he bit his lip, the way you ran your fingers through your hair, it was all driving each other crazy with desire.

It seemed like he wasn’t going to stop teasing you anytime soon.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispered, "I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you." His voice was husky, sending shivers down your spine as you glanced up at him, the desire evident in your eyes. You didn't even trust yourself to respond with words.

Feeling emboldened by his proximity and the shared chemistry, you leaned in, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Well, what do you suggest we do about it?" The challenge was clear in your voice, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Yoongi's eyes as he gently released your hand, reaching over to rest his fingers lightly on your waist. The touch sent a surge of electricity through you, and you could feel the heat radiating between you. "Let's just make sure that I won’t lose my chance," he replied, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Together, you made your way to the bar once more, but the intention behind the act was far from simply ordering another drink. The drinks became mere props in this intoxicating game of seduction, as you both relished in the thrill of the escalating connection.

As the bartender prepared your drinks, Yoongi's gaze never wavered from you. The air hummed with anticipation, and the noise of the club faded into the background. It was as if the two of you existed in your own world, one charged with desire and the promise of an unforgettable night.

The bartender handed you the glasses, their coolness a stark contrast to the heat building between you. You raised your glass to your lips, but before you could take a sip, Yoongi's hand gently wrapped around your wrist, his touch sending an electric jolt through your veins.

"Wait," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. "I have a better idea." With a subtle nod, he guided you away from the bar and led you to a secluded corner of the club, where the pulsating music became a distant hum.

A flicker of anticipation danced in your eyes as you wondered what he had in mind. Without a word, Yoongi stepped closer, his body mere inches away from yours. The proximity between you was intoxicating, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Slowly, Yoongi raised his hand to your cheek, his touch feather-light yet full of intent. His thumb gently brushed across your lower lip, igniting a fire within you. The intensity of his gaze deepened, and you could sense his desire mirrored in your own eyes.

In that moment, the world around you ceased to exist as you became lost in the magnetic pull between you. The anticipation reached its peak, and the only sound that remained was the rapid beat of your hearts, synchronized in a rhythm that spoke of an undeniable connection.

Without hesitation, Yoongi closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. It was a meeting of fire and passion, a culmination of the desire that had been building since the moment you locked eyes. In that stolen moment, the club faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of unspoken promises.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. The taste of alcohol mixed with the sweetness of anticipation, heightening every sensation. In that stolen embrace, you knew that this encounter was not just a chance meeting.

And so, lost in each other's touch and the intoxicating allure of the night, you surrendered to the undeniable chemistry that brought you together.

Your lips met in a collision of desire and anticipation, a delicious melding of heat and longing. Yoongi's kiss was electrifying, his lips firm yet tender against yours. There was a hunger in the way he moved his mouth, a hunger that matched your own.

His hand gently cradled the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. His touch was a delicate balance of passion and restraint, as if he wanted to savor every second.

You responded eagerly, your own hands finding their way to Yoongi's shoulders, feeling the strong contours beneath his shirt. Your fingers traced the fabric, reveling in the sensation of his body pressed against yours.

The world around you seemed to fade away as the kiss continued, the pulsating music and chatter of the club becoming a distant echo. All that mattered in that moment was the intoxicating connection between you, the unspoken language of desire expressed through the meeting of lips.

The taste of him was exquisite, a blend of warmth and subtle sweetness. Your mouths moved together in a rhythm that was both fervent and tender, exploring the depths of the connection that had ignited between you. Each brush and caress of your tongues only deepened the desire, igniting a fire that seemed to consume both of you.

As the kiss lingered, Yoongi's lips would occasionally trail along your jawline and down the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses. Each touch set your skin ablaze, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Time seemed to stand still as the intensity of the moment grew, your bodies pressed close together, caught in that surge of passion. Every breath, every sigh, was shared between you, a testament to the intoxicating connection.

Eventually, the need for air became undeniable, and the kiss broke with a gentle reluctance. Both of you were left breathless, gazes locked and hearts racing, the world around you slowly coming back into focus. The chemistry between you remained palpable, the air charged with a newfound intimacy that promised more to come.

In that stolen kiss, something changed, setting the stage for a night filled with passion.

As you both caught your breath, the lingering heat of the kiss still tingling on your lips, Yoongi's eyes locked with yours. A soft smile played on his lips, revealing a mix of desire and genuine interest. The connection between you was undeniable, and he didn't want to let it slip away.

You realized that you had lost track of time. You looked around and saw that the club was starting to empty out. Your friends and Yoongi's friends eventually found the two of you, their laughter filling the air as they marveled at the unexpected connection that was happening before their eyes.

Introductions were made, and the air was filled with a mix of excitement. Yoongi seamlessly interacted with both groups, effortlessly blending into the conversation while never straying too far from your side. His hand found yours, offering a sense of comfort and intimacy amidst the group.

As everyone shared stories and laughter, the drinks continued to flow, each round fostering a feeling of newness.

The night had brought you all together.

Yoongi leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I have to admit, I wasn't looking forward to coming out tonight. But now I'm really glad I did."

As closing time approached, Yoongi turned to you, his voice carrying a mix of concern and genuine care. "Y/N, it's getting late. Let me drive you home, make sure you get there safe."

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with him, and you eagerly accepted his offer.

Together, you bid farewell to your friends and his, the excitement of the night lingering in the air. Yoongi's hand found its way to the small of your back as he guided you towards the exit, his touch grounding and reassuring.

The night air was cool as you stepped outside, finding yourselves in the quiet embrace of the street. Yoongi's car awaited nearby, a symbol of the transition from the pulsating energy of the club to a more intimate space shared between just the two of you.

As you waited for the valet to retrieve Yoongi's car, a sense of both anticipation and longing hung in the air. The connection between you had grown throughout the night, igniting a fire that couldn't be easily extinguished. Yoongi stood closely behind you, his left hand enveloping your waist, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

You could feel his breath hot against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice, laced with desire and vulnerability, whispered into your ear, its warmth mingling with the cool night air. "Y/N, would it be too forward of me to invite you to my place? I'm not ready to let you go just yet."

His words sent a surge of desire coursing through your veins, stirring a yearning within you that matched his own. The raw honesty in his voice spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his attraction between you. You found yourself captivated by his audacity, his willingness to lay his desires bare.

As you turned to meet Yoongi's gaze, the intensity in his eyes mirrored your own. The vulnerability and desire mingled within them, baring his soul before you. It was as if he had thrown caution to the wind, offering you an unfiltered glimpse into his most authentic self.

The valet's footsteps echoed in the distance, a reminder of the impending end to this chapter of the night. Time seemed to slow, the world fading into the background as you contemplated his offer. The moment felt stuffed, as if the universe held its breath in anticipation of your response.

You felt Yoongi's hand securely wrapped around your waist, his breath teasing your ear, and his bold question hung in the air, leaving your heart racing. There was a magnetic pull between you, a connection that demanded to be explored further. At that moment, you decided to follow his path, allowing yourself to be swept away by the intoxicating energy of the man you met tonight.

A thrill coursed through your veins as you turned to face Yoongi, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in your eyes. A smile played on your lips, mirroring the desire that burned within you. "Yoongi," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of confidence and longing. "You can’t imagine how much I’d love that."

As the words left your lips, a spark ignited in Yoongi's eyes, a fire that mirrored your own. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as the promise of the night took hold. With a silent understanding, he tightened his grip around your waist, his touch conveying a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness.

Together, you made your way to his car, the anticipation building with each step. The drive to his place was filled with a comfortable silence that enveloped you, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine, and unspoken desire. The journey was filled with stolen glances, small touches, and a growing sense of what lay ahead of both of you.

As you entered his home, a mixture of nerves and excitement danced within you. The atmosphere was filled with a potent blend of familiarity and newness, as if you were stepping into a realm where time held no sway. The soft lighting cast a warm glow across the room, creating an ambiance that invited intimacy.

In that private sanctuary, you allowed yourselves to get lost in each other, exploring the depths of your desires and unraveling the layers that had drawn you together. The night became a symphony of whispered words, stolen kisses, and passionate embraces. The room was consumed with the sound of soft moans and the sensation of wandering hands exploring each other's bodies.

Yoongi's touch ignited a fire within you, his hands exploring the contours of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. With each caress, each shared moment of intimacy, you discovered new dimensions of pleasure and connection that fueled your desires.

As the dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, you lay entwined, the gentle rise and fall of your breaths synchronizing. You woke up with a smile on your face, replaying the events of the previous night in your head. You couldn't explain how easily you had connected with Yoongi.

Yoongi woke up shortly after and he couldn’t believe it either. Still in bed with the only person that had made him pour out his raw feelings.

It was too much to be the first thing to think about in the morning.

No longer able to contain his longing, leaned in closer as he whispered, "Would you mind giving me your number?” His request lingered in the air, waiting for your response.

A playful spark lit up your eyes as you teasingly replied, "Why not? I think I could manage to see you again." You asked him for a pen and a Post-it, —giving it some kind of old-school feeling—, you jotted down your number next to a doodle of a winky face before handing it to him. The exchange felt like a secret pact, a promise of more adventures yet to come.

“You know, to continue where we left off." A spark of enthusiasm in your eyes.

A smile tugged at your lips as you locked eyes with him. "I'm looking forward to it," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of eagerness and intrigue.

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jounosparticles · 5 months

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I'm curious....... what do you think the hunting dogs's backgrounds are?

I mean, we know fukuchi's and tachihara's and jouno was in a crime ring but i mean like specific details. does that make sense?

like what was their education or did they ever have to do like a mini basic training? did tachihara create a milk locker?

idk they've been taking up my brain since like October and what I do is that since they don't have specific backgrounds my brain just fills in the spaces for me. just little backstory hcs djdebd

hi!!

okay so….sorry in advance i got really rambly but here are some of my ideas for everyone

the whole team

- tachi joined likely after the others

- i assume fukuchi was there from the start

- but you don’t start a one person team so i’d assume teruko and tecchou were there as well!

- fukuchi specifically picked out jouno for the team. maybe he chose all the members? maybe not im not sure really.

- personally i think they started the team with tecchou, teruko, and fukuchi. then shortly after jouno joined then tachi after

- fukuchi wore the hunting dogs uniform during untold origins. this means either they never got new uniforms or the team has existed for at least 12 years.

- that makes me wonder if there are former hunting dogs that have retired or been killed? or maybe it was just fukuchi and teruko at the start.

- i suppose if tecchou joined while a teenager still (16-19ish) during untold origins it would make sense still. i assume he’s in his late 20s if not older (please i need canon ages asagiri please make them at least 28 please im so sick of everyone being in their early 20s sob. anyways). it would still make sense for them to form then

- however i don’t believe fukuchi makes an appearance in the untold origins book? so it may just be a lore mistake and the team may be newer. who knows.

now onto individual characters

fukuchi

- was in the military prior to the hunting dogs. we know this

- his power probably was the core reason the hunting dogs were founded

- i assume he started training and set this goal in his childhood after getting the signal from amenogozen

- he likely helped form the idea of the group

- i like to imagine he knew teruko beforehand

- i assume fukuchi’s ability manifested out of pure desire to save the world. likely around when he got drafted. since fukuzawa and him fought evenly as children i assume he didn’t have the ability then

- i feel the other hunting dogs likely warmed up to him quickly. he just has the personality of that

- he’s probably always felt immense pressure and stress throughout his entire life due to him knowing the worlds outcome results in his actions

- he likely started out with a strong fighting spirit (like when he met fukuzawa) but he was likely drained and very stressed over time

- as for education, hmmmmm. i actually am not sure. we really don’t get much of any mention of school in bsd in general (other than tanizaki and naomi being students and kunikida being a former teacher). i assume fukuchi got some schooling but enlisted while young

i don’t have too much to say about him since we seen a lot of his backstory.

teruko

- i want to say she was also likely military or a public service worker of sorts

- we really don’t know much about teruko. but she has the personality of someone who is very used to her work and likely has been here a long time

- i feel she probably completed school and went to further school in law enforcement

- she is very tough and good at interrogation. it likely made her one of the most noticeable candidates for the job

- i assume her ability manifested likely out of a time where she desperately wanted to change people, hence the way it is. i’m not really sure how exactly ill have to think more on this!

- i feel she was likely quick to adjust to the job. she doesn’t seem to have an issue talking to people and would likely be a good coworker from the start

- a lot of her background is hard to tell when we don’t quite know how old she is. if i could hazard to guess even roughly how long she’s been around i could come up with some better ideas i think

- i like to imagine she uses her ability to mess with people before they find out what her ability is. imagine going to get a coffee and coming back and seeing a random baby at ur coworkers desk. that would be so funny

- she also probably could use her ability to get those "kids eat free” meals and stuff. not really a backstory headcanon it’s just what i would do

- i bet she always had her sense of justice. i don’t think she ever swayed far from the way she is now. her job likely toughened her a bit and made interrogation easier that way but her heart was always the same intent

- i assume she knew who fukuchi was before they started working together (guessing his reputation was already good or maybe they knew each other).

- she’s probably the brains behind a lot of their work. despite fukuchi being the captain usually it’s her and jouno strategizing the most out of them all. i assume she’s super smart

- i feel she was probably very willing to do the surgeries. she already likely was very strong and skilled in her work. she’s dutiful and i think everything about her screams willing

tachihara

- i assume he’s somewhat new to the squad. remembering he’s only 19

- that makes me wonder if he had went to highschool? if so he was part time hunting dog part time student. must have been one hell of a week. i’m saying he probably dropped out after getting recruited OR idk had a lesser workload until he graduated

- i wish i knew how long he has been in the mafia, that could help me figure out a timeline a lot easier for him.

- i assume he hasn’t been in the mafia much longer than the manga has been going on, however he must have very quickly moved up the ranks somehow without outing his ability. possibly his enhanced strength helped here

- he was found and recruited by the hunting dogs but we don’t know when. somehow long enough to gain their trust to infiltrate the mafia, but not long enough to make a name for himself as a hunting dog.

- guessing, he got found at 17, started infiltrating the mafia at 18, and has been since (at 19). best timeline i can think of that’s reasonable. of course he Could have been much younger but i just don’t see that

- anyway, prior to any of this. we know he wanted to be different than his brother which caused him to act out in rebellion

- regardless of that i think the people around him (including his brother) taught him a lot of who he is

- tachihara is loyal and caring, much like his brother seemed to be. they felt very similar in personality there it really shows

- i’ll also note that his eyes stay bright white most of the time in the manga. despite most of the mafia having black eyes

- but i think being in the mafia taught tachihara that good people can do horrible things, which likely influenced his decision in sparing yosano

- i’d guess his ability manifested out of grief for his brother. he formed a much more dangerous ability that would help him get revenge

- as for joining the hunting dogs, i assume he fit in well from the start

- i think he seems like the type to be very easy to get along with which probably made him an optimal choice for infiltrating but also being part of the job.

- we can see that he cares about the approval of his coworkers as well

- he looks very happy and proud of completing his job. i think this just further shows that he’s always loyal to people, even if they contradict each other

- i bet he was surprised at the start of his military job. he likely didn’t have an option to not join. the sudden change from the surgeries was probably hard. i assume he didn’t train much beforehand since it wasn’t really important

- i like to imagine they all trained him a little bit and they all grew to like him rather quickly !!

jouno

- so all we know is that he was in a crime group six years prior to the current events

- as for schooling i’m really lost here. he might have went to school. he might not have went much. who knows. not me

- i assume jouno had a rougher upbringing. assuming he is at least in his mid-late twenties he was in his crime group until he was an adult

- that is explained a lot in his actions as well. he’s maintained his sadistic personality overtime. compare that to dazai who left his crime group while still a teenager and has had a clear change in some core personality traits

- of course, we don’t know how criminal-era jouno was. but i assume he didn’t change too much since based off the way he acts now.

- we also know he was an executive in said criminal organization, so he was likely affiliated with them for a long time.

- let’s take a quick look at the only executive jouno picture:

this photo is really neat. the striped outfit could indicate that he was a prisoner that fukuchi spotted. it could also just appear that way to look ambiguous as well. jouno also is smiling in the image, this could also be him being asked by fukuchi to join the hunting dogs here. it doesn’t really explain what’s going on or where he is. i just think it’s neat and worth bringing up. had be been a prisoner though im sure it would have been an easy escape given his ability (unless he was in an ability space, of course).

- anyway. this picture also shows his eyes closed, meaning he loses his sight before joining the hunting dogs

- he mentioned that he Lost his sight when arresting dazai, which means he was not born that way. i switch between it being an injury or an illness that made him lose it. either idea is interesting to me and i hope we get an answer.

- either way, i want more criminal executive jouno information

- and i’d assume his ability formed when he felt trapped somewhere. possibly cornered or in a dangerous situation and just needed a quick way to escape and formed it out of fear maybe?

-as for joining the hunting dogs, i assume it was a rougher transition for him

- the people who were after him before are now his coworkers. he probably felt awkward over this (if the others know his past)

- i assume he had the hard time adjusting to everyone too. probably easily annoyed but not wanting to come off that way until he was confident in his job

- i also assume the surgeries wasnt something he initially wanted to do but ultimately did because that’s better than being executed or imprisoned for his crimes.

- he also seems like the type to be reluctant to work with others. possibly making adjusting harder for him

- his morality probably clashed against tecchou’s a bit at first, until jouno found the joy in helping others

- i believe the hunting dogs really helped him find joy in helping people as well. their dedication probably helped motivate him

- he also mentions in one panel after fukuchi asks him to betray "so this isn’t some kind of military test?" which (maybe a stretch) Could suggest he’s been tested by the military to see if he’s still reliable. maybe this creates some lack of trust because people don’t believe him.

- i also assume his upbringing influences the way he acts towards people. he’s cold and mean sometimes but that’s likely a defense mechanism to not b too close to others

tecchou

- once again we don’t know much about tecchou yet. there’s nothing about his past yet but that doesn’t mean i don’t have a ton of ideas floating around

- i feel like teruko he probably went to school and then law-enforcement in post secondary. i know he was a good student too

- we know he’s typically very composed. even when joking he often keeps a straight face except that one time he teases jouno but that’s just him being gay idk

- because of this i wonder if he had some communication issues growing up? maybe working in anything unprofessional didn’t work for him since he often was taken seriously

- however with that in mind i believe he was definitely raised with his just morals. it seems really driven into him and seems to be a huge part of who he is

- i like to think his sense of justice stems from being failed by the system before. maybe he lost someone close to him and never got proper justice?

- what backs that up is how he mentions "there is evil that goes unpunished, and good that goes unrewarded.” and mentions that his blade helps decide that. that is an immense amount of pressure onto himself to keep everything he possibly can just

- such ideas i guess stem from his desire to never have someone not get what they deserve. destroy all evil, protect the innocent. he wants to do what the system failed before and takes it upon himself.

- maybe his ability manifested out of his desire to protect people?

- as for adjusting into the hunting dogs, i feel it wasn’t great or badly. got along with people fine but i feel maybe his very straight-faced personality was a strong contrast to the others at first

- he was possibly military beforehand? or law enforcement and was recruited because of his ability and his strong morals

- he was probably willing to do the surgeries and was already very physically trained. anything to serve proper justice

- he seems to be the calmest-acting of them all. very straightforward when he talks. maybe this was hard to get along with initially? until you’re used to him

- i don’t think he sees the way he acts as unusual either. probably just doesn’t care and is just himself. (which i love)

- i also like to imagine his fixation on ants and stuff is just something he’s always liked. idk he’s so cute for that

- he probably excelled at working right away. i see him to be very good at staying determined to get the job done

thank you for the question!! this was super fun to look at. also please ignore the grammar issues i am super tired

#sorry this took me forever to answer i have been busy and wanted the time to expand a bit on it #AND my phone glitched and a chunk of it just disappeared so i had to rewrite some sobs #anyway this is so fun please enable me more or give ur ideas #sorry if some of these bits are so randomly placed oops #and jouno’s portion is so much longer SORRY i think about him too much i am in love #asks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd jouno #bsd tetchou #bsd tecchou #bsd teruko #bsd fukuchi #saigiku jouno #tecchou suehiro #teruko okura #fukuchi ouchi #the hunting dogs #bsd hunting dogs

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Fylass In Wonderland - Epilogue - To Be Continued

Everything was a blur, reflectionless glass was everywhere, floating on the bizarre emptiness that became Wonderland, and the now shattered inhabitants of the area were around, in the void of silence; the cacophony was not there anymore, since it was released from the depths of beyond whatever that could be considered reality, or a shattered delusion; who is to tell? Clearly not the blank reflections that the inhabitants became now.

Although… are they reforming again?

The reflectionless shards of glass that were the reality of this fragile world started to be reformed back into the environment; it was slow, but the area was back into being the familiar Wonderland everyone knew, although it didn’t have color; it didn’t last though, as the black and red patterns of the Card Castle started to color in the royal building again.

The land was next, as more and more glass floating on the blackened void started to join again, and the trees, flowers, houses, and more of the land, started to be colored again with those bright, pretty colors that made the land, well, a wonder; the hole near The Diamond’s Domains, was surprisingly sealed, and so, there were no dangers related to it again, and the sky became blue with clouds.

The shattered reflections on the floor that were once people started to be formed yet again, and those also took their form back into being the inhabitants, and their eyes opened again when the reflectionless figure of glass started to be colored again, at the point where the glass felt like flesh, and skin, once again.

"Hnng…" A person groaned on the cold ground of the Card Castle, and it was Pleiades, as they got up from the floor in a sloppy manner, as his head was ringing lightly due to all the ruckus beforehand, although he didn’t care about that when he saw everyone on the floor, seemingly passed out.

"...What the hell happened?" He tried to piece everything together, but it was all such a blur; maybe a rest could work, but before he could piece something on his mind, he looked back, and saw his companion, his sister Blossom, right there, back to being a person again; not shards of glass.

"BLOSSOM!" That yell he made was enough for the whole group to wake up, and so did Blossom, confused as to whatever happened; she had her thoughts all over the place, as if she woke up from a fever dream, and when she tried to get up, Ades hugged her with tears on his eyes.

"OH, BLOSSOM! I AM SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY! I SWEAR, I WON’T LET THAT HAPPEN AGAIN!"

Blossom was confused, and Ades could see that, even when she was literally unable to make a sound; she seemed to not know what happened, and to be fair, it was better that way.

Ades turned around to help the rest, only to see Dero right there, silent, trying to wake the group up; it was a struggle, yes, but sure enough, some started to wake up, all of them in varying levels of confusion.

"...Dero…"

"...I doth not know what happened, but we need to help these poor individuals to get up. We can discuss this later." Dero said, even though he seemed too tired to get them up, he still did out of compromise. Ades helped him as well, and soon enough, everyone was well and dandy, again.

"Eurgh…" That was only one of the responses of the group, although the rest of the responses weren’t that different; looking at the surroundings of the now quiet Card Castle, two of the individuals yelled in concern.

"QUEEN!" Ava yelled.

"WISP!" Selene yelled.

Ava and Wisp were concerned about the wellbeing of the ones they called out, and so, they went towards both Wisp and Somnia, which were still processing what just happened to them.

"OH WISP! I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE OKAY! I AM SO SORRY FOR STOPPING BEING YOUR FRIEND, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" Selene said with immense regret in her voice, although Wisp didn’t respond; was he angry with her, maybe? "...W-Wisp?" Selene, with closer inspection, realized that Wisp was unable to speak again, and Wisp realized it too, having a sad face; all of the things he has done to get their voice to get closer to his best friend, only to end without a voice again.

"...Wisp… It’s okay! You are… still my great friend! I can promise you that!" Selene said, hugging Wisp further as the other cats followed her.

"...Er, you okay Selene? You aren’t this emotional from time to time." Casey said with sarcastic confusion; it seemingly was lighthearted though. "Not the time to be this snarky, man." Artemeta followed, talking to Casey.

In the case of Somnia though, she was silent, as she realized that she had different clothing, resembling one of a normal villager of her kingdom. "...W-What?! What happened to me?!" Somnia said with a nervous voice. "AVA! GIVE ME MY ROYAL CLOTHES ON THIS INSTANT!"

Ava seemed shocked, but not for the clothing though; Somnia wasn’t the Heart Bearer anymore, for her gem was gone, and her heart pupils did the same; she was just a normal person. Ava changed from a shocked face to an expressionless one as she looked into one specific point.

"...I fear that a new Queen is on the rise." Ava pointed towards the point they were looking at, and Somnia did as such, to see what they were referring to; what both saw was shocking.

It was Dolly; she had a different outfit, resembling a princess, with nothing but red and pink as colors for the dress, with a crown on her head, a magic wand as a weapon on her side, and most importantly, she had a brooch on her chest that had a peculiar looking gem with the shape of a heart.

"...No… Impossible!" Somnia claimed; her kingdom was not hers anymore, it seemed. Fylass’ mind surely was fast enough to give to their best friend, the right to be The Queen of their fictional world. Reasons? Who knows?

"Wowie… Dolly has a new dress! Who was the one? She must give them candy!" Upon she said those words, candy appeared out of nowhere from just moving the wand to a random direction. "And someone ALSO gave her a wand that can manifest sweets?! She needs to find this person and gift them with these for eternity!" Dolly was ecstatic; sure, she didn’t know what just happened, but she got distracted easily.

All the knights came towards her, and bowed in respect for the new Queen.

"...Greetings, Queen Dolly. We may aid you in whatever you need." Ava said. The other knights were silent, but they all seemed happy with this new change of Queen, especially Dero, for some reason. She seemed to be similar to one that Dero held dearly in his heart.

"Wait, Dolly is the Queen now?!" She was surprised, like the rest, but she was also very happy to be in this position of power, even though she obviously had no idea on what to do. "Dolly swears to be the best Queen everyone has ever had!"

"No, you won't!" Somnia was walking towards her, but Dolly was quick to act.

"Guards! Get this meanie out of the Castle, pretty please!"

"At your service." Ava said, as she commanded Twilight Knight and Verin to get Somnia out of the castle with ease, and they did as such.

"RELEASE ME ON THIS INSTANT!" She demanded, but both knights ignored her the best they could, and went towards the main entrance to get her out. Dolly was enjoying her time as new Queen, but she made a promise that she would be better than most of the previous kings and queens that ruled long before Somnia did.

Wisp was sad, not for the Queen leaving, in that case he would feel relieved, but for the fact that their voice was gone. "Oh, White Rabbit! You lost your voice?" Dolly said, as Wisp nodded his head in sadness. ''She can’t let that happen to her new royal servant! She’ll find a way to give you back your voice!" As Dolly said those words, a contract was released out of the wand. "...Oh. Well, since Dolly is the Queen, if you sign this contract, you’ll get your voice back, with the exchange of… doing whatever you want!" In a normal world, that logic would be laughable at best, but this is Wonderland at the end of the day.

Wisp was ecstatic when he heard those words, and quickly got a pen out of his pockets, and signed the contract. It shined, and soon enough, it disappeared into thin air.

"...Did it work-" Wisp said, as he found out his voice was back. "I CAN SPEAK AGAIN! AND I DON’T HAVE TO BE THAT BUSY AGAIN?! IT’S A MIRACLE!" The Dark Matter was happy, and Selene was too, hugging her friend she once lost.

"...Dolly is so happy to see another happy face! Does anyone have more troubles? Do not fret, for Queen Dolly is out to aid you!" She was really enjoying this job, and looked around the main hall to see if someone else was feeling down. Everything seemed fine, with lots of happy faces around, until she saw Lucid on the corner, seemingly holding something.

"Eh? Are you feeling good and dandy, friend?" She said to Lucid but he didn’t respond. She was starting to get worried, so she walked towards Lucid to see what was going on. The face of concern of Dolly was slowly starting to get worse, as she realized what Lucid was holding. It was Fylass’ hat.

"Wait! Best friend?! Where are they?!" She looked around to see where Fylass was, but she didn’t find them. "Sir! How did you get that hat?!" Lucid, upon hearing that, started to speak in a grieving tone.

"I-I saw the kid… They fell into the void. I tried to save them, but I was already on the floor, shattered into pieces, and as my vision turned white, I could see them falling to their possible demise. I doubt that kid would be able to survive in there if there was a floor."

Dolly was shocked, and right after that, devastated. She started to tear up, and then sob.

"...I apologize too, for not being able to save them either… I couldn’t move, and I saw them falling there too." Pleiades said.

"...I also was a witness, and I can’t feel anything but regret for that scene…" Dero said.

Chaos, Kurabe, and Fettuccine came towards Lucid.

"...I… Well, it’s… okay… We understand how you feel. When I lost the chance to be with Mikuto again, I started to feel the same feelings as you, I am sure."

"...Yeah… Same with Mety, although me and Kurabe got them back… I feel so sorry…"

"..." Chaos didn’t know what to say, but he needed to say something for this now to be awkward or even more heartbreaking than it could be at the moment.

"...We have to move on… That kid will always be remembered, wherever he is…"

Everyone at the scene started to feel an incredible sadness, but even then, it was no use to stay here doing nothing. They had to go home… Dero spoke up. "As much as I hate saying this, we need to get to our homes. We need rest for all the misfortunes that happened at the scene."

Everyone silently agreed, as they used the main entrance to go to their homes, and soon enough, the doors were closed.

"...Dolly will be the best Queen Wonderland has ever had, for you, best friend…" Dolly said. "She’ll make you proud!"

The path was melancholic; even with the blue sky above them, the path couldn’t be more gloomy and regretful; although, now, something was different, and everyone in the group noticed immediately.

"...What?" The Circus of Infinity had disappeared completely, and so did Dull Glass, and a straight path leading to the Hatter’s Domains was in place instead.

"...How is this even possible? Soliera would feel really sad when seeing this." Genesis said.

"...Wait, now that I think about it… Where’s Soliera?!" Damian said.

"...That’s right… Where the hell is she? Did she disappear as well?" Pleiades said afterwards; it was as if Soliera and the Circus never existed. That circus of infinite denial wasn’t there anymore.

"...I guess another one bites the shattered dust." Fela said as they were quickly hit strongly on the back by Mikuto and the Cats. Fela didn’t even bother to be angry at the situation. Everyone was silent; they didn’t know what else to do, or say, but they were sure to keep her in her memory as well, ignoring completely that Singularity had also disappeared.

They kept on going with the path, and so, they reached the Hatter’s House, and the tea party, although the table was missing; Celesta was missing, although it was sure that she was just sleeping somewhere deep into the woods. The now hollow tea party had only the chairs remaining, leaving only the masks, and armors of the four knights the regulars used to get out of that curse.

"I guess Celesta had free dinner…" Lucid said, as they got to the house.

"...Well, this is our departure, we are going home. We need some rest after what happened." Pleiades said.

"...Understandable. Hope you have a nice day." Kurabe said, and then, everyone said their departure to each other. Lucid had only just noticed that Fetty was holding hands with a blueberry colored Astral with bunny ears. The one stuck in the mirror.

"...So Genesis did burn all the contracts…" Lucid said, and with that, he only just noticed that he had nowhere to go.

"...I assume you don’t have a home?" Chaos said.

"...I-I do, but… I can’t get to it."

"You are from Underland, yes?"

"...Well, yes, I am from there…"

"...It’s a shame, the entrance that connected both kingdoms was quickly sealed as sightings of the "Jabberwocky" were starting to become more recent." Chaos said, and such, Lucid felt a sense of dread when hearing that word, and Chaos noticed.

"...You can stay at my house if it’s of your liking; we can discuss… things more clearly then."

Lucid silently nodded, and so, Chaos opened the door to his house.

The inside was just as before, but it seemed brighter for some reason; dust was everywhere, and the crack on the door Chaos made with his weapon was still there, but it was nothing too bad.

"Here, sit down." Chaos said to Lucid as he pointed towards the dusty couch. Both sat down, and like if it was clockwork, the dusty clock of the house started ticking, giving out an odd atmosphere that Lucid didn’t like at all.

"...So… Before we discuss whatever things you might want to talk about, could we talk about that tapestry for a moment?" Chaos said.

"...I guess we can."

"...Look, if I am being completely honest with you… I don’t even remember how I was born, or even if I had a childhood. I just appeared in the middle of nowhere, and people suddenly told me I was the symbol bearer of the spade. I was told I could be royalty, and they told me that I should go visit the Queen of Hearts to meet her."

"...I assume that didn’t go well…"

"I got a job as her hatter; I didn’t like the job per se, but at least I got some perks here and there that made things easier for me. I wasn’t even aware that I had a dedicated floor of the castle only for me, let alone knowing that I had that tapestry dedicated to me as well."

"I still don’t know why… Why do we have the possibility that I am… well, what I am now thanks to your presence. "When outsiders come across this entity, make sure you don’t stay with it for long, or you’ll transform into a creature of madness" That’s what it said."

"...I apologize."

"...Don’t be. I know you had no choice, and even then, we couldn’t be able to be separated due to that curse of tea. It was bound to happen, and I am sure you aren’t malicious."

"...Thank you." Chaos said. "You can stay here at my house as we find a home for you, if you like."

"...I appreciate it dearly. Besides, with your size, you would need someone to clean the upper shelves." Lucid said, laughing a little.

"...Haha, very funny."

"... I still have another question on my mind though…" Lucid said. "How is it possible that Fylass was the one that made that artwork in the first place? Everything in Wonderland seems connected to them in some way."

"...It was said that this world was made for the sake of one tortured soul that fell to their own insanity, leaving a trail of chaos on its way, that had to be hidden away in a personal hell… Those sayings were lost to time though."

"...Are you saying that…"

"...Maybe. Only time will tell."

"But the kid is… dead though…"

"...What makes you think that they died?"

"...Everything really, the hat, their absence, their behavior, basic logic. Everything points to the fact that the kid left this world… And I couldn’t do anything about it."

"...There’s not a corpse, so they are not dead. You can confirm those suspicions when we find it, if that’s even remotely possible…"

"...How are you so sure?"

"We don’t always have to look at things directly. We sometimes have to look through the hands of time. We sometimes have to look through reflections. We sometimes have to look…"

"...Through the Looking Glass."

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First, it hurts— Chapter XXXV

Naoya Zen’in x Fem!Reader

While arranged marriages are not uncommon in the jujutsu community, it was strange to receive a proposal from none other than the Zen’in’s, nonetheless your clan accepted and before you knew it, you were married off to Naoya.

Your new purpose was clear: to serve and submit, to be seen and not heard. To forget any sense of individuality in favor of obeying your husband.

Will this marriage ever flourish into something else? Will it change…for better or for worse?

Chapter warnings: someone is… delusional, jealous. Remembrances of the evil things that had occurred beforehand, someone is fed up with all, and that’s about it. Pretty light I think.

A/N: None, except, have fun!

Now, without any further ado, happy reading! 🥰

Masterlist ➸ Chapter 36

Ao3 link.

And from that night forward, life seemed to go on.

With you going back to tend your daily, “future Lady of the house” responsibilities, alongside Hitomi, who continued teaching you her all of her sewing tricks, Haruko preparing your meals in the same delicious manner as she always did, and Mariya keeping both Meiko and Junko from being too strict with you, all whilst being your closest confidant when your thoughts became too much to handle on your own.

Naoaki jumping back and forth between the estate and work, naturally making his visits less and less common, as much as he tried to make it up for you by gifting you souvenirs of all the places he’s been to… yet, you’d much rather have him around.

Well, it wasn’t all bad, for his absence allowed Mai and Maki to pick up from where they left and hang out with you, a company you were more than happy to enjoy, as much as their mother allowed it… if someone’s silence didn’t perturb your thoughts more often that you would’ve liked.

You were talking about none other than Naoya of course, for Hinata’s absence was something you’ve unfortunately grown accustomed to—but your husband… well, it’s safe to say you never expected him capable of doing so; to actually… keep away from you.

But he did, and wherever he was, whatever he was doing, allowed the staff to fall back to their peaceful routine.

The last thing you heard of him, apart from being in a horrible state, is that he’d left the estate and had yet to return.

You quickly assumed that with his forced free time, and your “failure” to provide him attention, he decided to pursue other… endeavors. Something you already suspected to be occurring when he was away, as much as he’d try to deny it. More so now that he has enough motivation to do so, thanks to the irreparable marriage between the two.

Ah, well, it doesn’t matter. Whatever he decides to do with his free will is none of your business. The more you stop giving him attention, the better.

That being said, you envied the people that had the unusual talent of sensing when things were to go astray, those capable of perceiving omens and defining them before it was too late.

One would think that your training as a sorcerer would’ve helped you to pick up on these threads: after all, to use cursed energy one must be in tune with the energy that surrounds them, carefully listen to its echoes, sense its movements, and act .

But if it’s worth anything, it’s been a while since you’ve felt like yourself, since you’ve been yourself, having given up a great chunk of your ambitions by abandoning your career to become a “housewife” and the following attempts to subdue you; in other words, you became… clumsy.

Oh, but how you wished you’d kept in touch with your career, for God knows how many things you would’ve been able to avoid if that had been the case…

Well, you were a recon specialist, not a clairvoyant, so even if you did continue to train there was no way you could have foreseen everything that occurred… or so you attempt to reassure yourself, so as not to feel as bad for abandoning your life...

It would seem, however, that you were the only one who thought of that talent as a virtue, for as soon as the staff sensed something different ( can you feel it? It’s in the air , the most superstitious would say), they were forced to accept the fact that their peaceful days were coming to an end, yet again.

They had yearned for a day to be quiet, free of any conflicts (even if the gossip afterwards was to be good), where they would be able to do their responsibilities without wondering what was to happen and how it would affect them, for so, so long, that they were incapable of holding back their animosity, evident by the way they would groan and sigh out of frustration every so often, that the housekeeper couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps they’ve gotten sick.

The build up to this point was excruciating for the staff, stress following them everywhere they went as they waited to receive further information about the subject that tortured them—such was their anguish that even Haruko, who was often considered to be the most distracted of the bunch, was able to see it.

“Did you notice?” Haruko would ask once reunited in the secrecy of your chambers, per routine at the end of the day. “Something is going on and everyone seems to know but us! I can see it on their faces, and I refuse to be called paranoiac!”

“I’ve noticed too.” Hitomi says, reassuring her sister, to which she was grateful for. “But what could it be?”

The sisters and you look to Mariya, the unspoken figure of guidance during difficult times. Upon feeling all eyes on her she swallows, on edge for feeling the necessity of providing information… she does not have yet.

“I don’t know” Mariya sighs, hoping that her ignorance won’t spike their anxiety any more than it already has—something impossible when it comes to Haruko. “I tried getting information from the rest, but not even Tatsuro—” She briefly glances at Hitomi, wanting to see whether his naming brought any suspicion… Thankfully, it didn’t, before continuing. “Has heard much.”

You sigh.

Just what exactly is going on that keeps the whole estate uneasy, enough to affect the masters? Such as Jinichi, even Ogi , as you’d learned from a conversation with Mai and Maki who took this opportunity to voice their concerns for their stressed mother.

“What makes you think that?” you’d ask them, surprised that even the shatterproof Junko seemed affected by this continuously enigmatic situation.

“I don’t know” Maki would respond, a frown on her little face—a sight you never wished for the twins to have, which immediately made you regret ever indulging in this conversation.

“But it’s not good.” Mai concluded, ominously accurate.

This mystery quickly became the common topic of conversation between you and your staff, more so since Junko didn’t budge no matter how many times you insisted, citing:

“It does not concern you—keep to your duties” But you could hear the worry in her voice, and not wanting to burden her, you ceased.

Now you only had two possibilities consider: either this was something related to you, bound to affect you sooner or later, or perhaps something completely different—the latter being the most logical explanation (since you knew the Zen’in’s inner workings all too well at this point, if you were the issue, you would’ve known by now) which brought you great relief, because for once in your life you were not to the center of attention, permitting you enough freedom to deduct what could’ve possibly distressed the Zen’in clan.

The first explanation that crossed your mind was the ongoing sorcerer crisis—something you briefly explained to your staff once seeing their confused faces—which only worsened by each passing day, evident by the way your sister kept silent regarding your missives, and by how Naoaki is less and less present at the estate, appearing more exhausted each time.

As for the second explanation… you don’t know. Maybe something relating to the other clans? Perhaps… your family?

Whatever it is that had the Zen’in household in a chokehold kept you and your staff in the same position, although Mariya refused to remain petrified, taking on a more active role by keeping a close eye to the happenings within the estate, attentive to whatever murmur she could find relevant to this topic, while Tatsuro, who had made a nice recovery for his feigned… incident without much repercussions and was now back to work, took care of the things outside the estate.

It is well known that if you seek closely, you’re bound to discover… more so if you have several people working under the same cause—and because of that it didn’t take long before the pieces of the puzzle started to come together, slowly but surely creating the picture that perturbed you even more when revealed.

The thing that rattled the estate, enough for the masters to intervene, was nothing less than the always healthy, on top of his game Naoya… getting sick.

An incidence that wasn’t surprising by its own, for it was only the expected path to take once he essentially stopped caring for himself: eating little, next to nothing throughout the day, sleepless nights, or sleeping too much, as well as exerting his physical capabilities beyond their limits, only stopping when the pain forced him to do so.

If anything, they were amazed it hadn’t happened before—perhaps his stubbornness helped fend off whatever bacteria inflicted him, before finally succumbing.

The surprise itself lingered on the way it occurred: first, by the fact that he was out of the estate, in an undisclosed location… for days .

His extended absence quickly set off alarms in the minds of the Zen’in, enough for them to believe Naoya had gone missing, promptly filing a report to HQ… which went unchecked for a fellow sorcerer found him first, but at that point, he was already health stricken—the only thing his family could do was call off the alert and send someone to retrieve him.

Once he finally returned is when the investigation of his whereabouts began, with the following being the alleged recounts of events as Mariya managed to find out: he had apparently been training in a “high cursed energy” zone solely by himself, without telling anyone else about it (As Ranta would reveal, this was all news to him as well) and without getting the required permissions to be there. For whatever reason, although some argued he was trying to “prove his worth” and lift his suspension—a statement that managed to get snickers from his relatives—something that of course didn’t happen, if anything… only worsen it.

Judging by his condition, he only spent less than a few days there, possibly 2 or 3, out of the week he was gone.

What was he doing before that? Nobody knows, although you and your staff concluded he was seeking company with another woman.

From there, his health. The first thing his family did upon receiving him was call a shaman, a necessary measure amongst sorcerers to ensure their condition wasn’t brought upon by the attack of a curse user, and if he was, deal with it before it grew too much to handle.

The brought in shaman was of high expertise —as expected of the Zen’in’s standards— didn’t need to do more than a few tests and ask a few questions to know that he wasn’t struck by anything otherworldly , but rather, exhaustion, poor nutrition, and the most common of demons: stress.

Nothing that couldn’t be healed with a bit of rest and medicine. And that… Well, anyone , sorcerer or not, could do.

The shaman then relegated Naoya’s case onto someone more adequate, the family’s physician, and it’s then that his staff became further agitated, according to Haruko, who would describe them as the epitome of ghastly whenever found at the kitchen, frantically working on gathering whatever they needed, only to exit the same frantic way they entered.

As for you, you’d see them run from one part of the estate to the other, carrying trays with his prescribed medicine, rich meals to make up for all that his body is lacking, as well as quarantining all inhabitants from him, hoping to avoid his sickness from branching out—and so on and so forth.

You weren’t to deny that you were shocked to hear that all of this had occurred in the first place. All of it, really. From the way he attempted to “get along” with you, to reject you completely, to now… this —Naoya just kept on surprising you; but that would be the most you’d involve yourself in this situation, moving on with your responsibilities, just as your staff encouraged you to do so, and make the best of your time away from him.

Or so that’s what you expected to happen, for destiny would play on you another dirty trick.

It happened whilst you worked alongside Hitomi, catching up on all the classes you missed while she prepared your gift, sitting by one of your favorite engawa when you were suddenly approached by an awfully fatigued and agitated member of Naoya’s staff.

You looked at him, confused for the unexpectedness of his approach, as well for ignorance of his identity— but not Hitomi, who as soon as she recognized him as the same man from that distasteful night of Naoya’s return, was quick to show her aversion of him by giving him a frown, tensing her shoulders and slowly move between the two as if to stop him from considering whatever it was that he was intending.

The last thing she wanted was to see her day alongside her friend ruined as soon as he opened his mouth, presumably with some stupid, demeaning request, as things often came to be through Naoya and his henchmen.

It was only a matter of seconds, the seamstress presumed, before disaster arrives—but both were to be reminded that there is no limit when it comes to be proven wrong, for instead of being slapped across the face with an outrageous invitation, you were met with the distressed look of a hopeless man , a plea of reconsideration from the mistress’ set judgment to his master, and hear him.

“Lady Y/N” he breathes as he crouches forward, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath—once his heart steadies, at least from his ringing ears, he looks up to you. “Lady Y/N—I’m—I’m glad I found you…!”

You and Hitomi blink, staring at him… dumbfounded, growing more and more startled the longer both basked in his urgency, contrary to the usually calm and rude demeanor he always carried—the main influencing factor into perhaps… listen to what he had to say instead of rejecting him completely; all with a grain of salt, of course, for he still is a representative of Naoya, and all that came from him was never good.

“What’s wrong?” You eventually inquire, carefully setting aside the fabric you were working on to give him your full attention. He continues to pant and gasp for a few more seconds, but once he’s completely recovered, the man exhales one more time before finally standing up.

“Lady Y/N—It’s of utmost urgency that you follow me” he explains. “Of dire emergency!”

You’re barely able to respond before Hitomi interjects.

“Why?” she snaps, frown deepening. “Why must she go?”

“There’s no time to explain myself.” he responds, and now it’s your turn to frown.

“My answer depends on your response towards her” While you were appreciative of Hitomi’s firmness and knowledgeable of her ability to take care of herself, that didn’t mean you would allow anyone to insult her just because, certainly not from Naoya’s entourage, less if it seems he needs you .

And the man named Matsuo seems to catch onto that, but not without silently cursing the animosity between relatives and how it always seemed to trample his work one way or the other (as if he wasn’t riding that wave when Naoya still had relevancy) .

If only everyone got along, then he wouldn’t find himself attempting to explain an emergency and how there’s no time to waste.

He sighs, accepting his fate while preparing a response he hopes will overrule your animosity towards his master and help him.

“It’s about Master Naoya’s health” he begins, and just like that, you’re effectively further confused.

But Hitomi, on the other hand, only saw his explanation as an excuse—a perfectly timed excuse—to pull your attention back to him; only a selfish bastard would use their poor condition to exploit your already tormented soul…

It makes her wonder if his sickness was even real. Did he plot all these intricacies to have you pity him or something? As if!

“No, she will not” Hitomi doubles down. “You cannot demand my mistresses’ attention like that, nor are you in power to do so!”

“This is an emergency—she has to go with me less Naoya-sama’s condition is to worsen!”

Hitomi wishes to say that she, or anyone for that matter, wouldn’t mind if that occurred—maybe even die in the process if the gods were kind enough, his absence would certainly make her life better…

But you, … you just kept being absorbed deeper and deeper into his words, curious to know what kind of emergency Naoya was going through enough to evoke your calling after days of silence; it’s not the first time he did so, you still remember well when he called you that… night you desperately want to forget—but even then… you can sense this is different. Way different.

You don’t know what it is, but you get the sensation that this time, it’s not Naoya calling the shots, but rather… his staff .

It’s them begging you to come along, as if their career, their life , depended on it.

As much as you’d like to distance yourself from everything that involved Naoya, his family, and those that did you wrong… your nature was still to be empathetic.

Not all of them had done you wrong willingly, having done so underneath Naoya’s orders—you understood that last part more than anyone else, Mariya being a living example of that.

You could see it in the man’s eyes—he had approached you with genuine interest and hope that you’d help him.

There was no denying it: you genuinely had his livelihood in his hands, and it was up to you to either help him or let the world around you go by.

Looking deep into your heart, you decide to do what’s right in this situation and help him, symbolized by the way you stand up, even if it’s relating to your dreadful husband.

You instinctively looked at Hitomi, as if looking for reassurance, but knowing well that she wouldn’t be too keen on your decision, seen by the shock on her face—Ah, but could you blame her? After all that happened, there was no other way she could react.

“What do you mean you stumbled into Naoya?!” Mariya gasped, her worst fears materializing before her—first, his presence, and then, her seeming unawareness of his movements. How could this have occurred, and just underneath her nose?! When did he leave his room?!

“We did!” Hitomi gasps, fright evident in her voice. “We were on our way back when he appeared out of nowhere!”

“It was so, so scary Mariya-san!” Haruko frets, holding onto Mariya’s arm as her hands continue to tremble. “We thought he was—he was going to—to do that again!”

“What happened?” Mariya asks once regarding them to be virtually unscathed, aside from the dirt on their clothes caused by the rarely tended roof, and the flustered exhaustion on their face.

She knew well that their “distraction” wasn’t meant to happen in the first place, thus detection was less than desirable…

But they were seen, and yet… the three returned, as if nothing happened, bringing nothing back but fear, prominent on all of them—except you.

Instead, you were quiet, deep in thought, and while Mariya understood you were undeniably stressed by his actions, there seemed to be something else perturbing you.

Something that you’d soon reveal, silently urged to speak by her fixed eyes on you, only to worry her more when muttering the following words:

“I don’t know.”

And to this point, you still didn’t know what to make of all these sudden events occurring one after the other. From Naoya’s overwhelming attention, the imposed distance between the two, before reappearing with a horrible, terrible condition, his brief intervention, then his… disappearance, sickness, and now this emergency .

There was too much happening, too quickly. Guess you should be grateful he didn’t pursue the investigation regarding your “gift”, for that would’ve only led to a more disastrous situation than whatever is happening now.

Surprising nonetheless, considering how angry he seemed when pulling you away from Naoaki… or so you assumed that to be the reason. Yet another mystery under his name.

Either way, you conclude that if this is something you’re bound to find out, it’ll happen when it does, so instead you decide to focus back to the present, to the worried eyes of the man that wants you to accompany him and end his predicament.

“Take me” you say, and for the briefest of moments you manage to see Hitomi’s intentions of retaliating, but you silently reassure her that it’ll be fine before she’s able to squeak of her complaints with a nod, asking her instead to inform Mariya of your whereabouts—better to be safe than sorry…

Although with Naoya…

You sigh. Your mind repeatedly keeps telling you that this is a bad idea, that this could be a plot for him to get your attention, that you’re walking into the lion’s den…

But something good must come out in your favor, right? After all, everything has been nothing less than odd, so… why not? Why not take this as an omen of a different fate?

Thus, after bidding Hitomi farewell, you begin to follow the man.

He isn’t very conversational, remaining silent throughout the whole trek with the destination you assumed to be Naoya’s bedroom; a hallway you hadn’t visited in a long time, you almost forgot what it looked like.

However, even when you agreed to blindly help him, you still wished to have some context, something to prepare you on what to expect, at least a bit.

If you’re not seeing initiative from him, you might as well do it yourself. So as the two arrive at the door, you begin.

“Before we go in” you called, stopping him just before he pulled the shoji door open, already in his grasp.

He stops, slightly tensing his shoulders, and all because of his urgency—he was delighted to see you willingly following him after the mess of a marriage you and Naoya had… and hoped it would continue that way, without questioning, to get “it” done.

That would have to wait, though.

“I wish to know what I’m going to face.”

The man eventually agrees that he owes you that much after you accepted his request, although he’s not sure what your reaction will be after he tells you why …

Matsuo clears his throat, swallows, silently exhaling before peeling his hands away from the door, eventually turning around to see you.

A few more seconds pass, as if he were still debating whether to tell you or not… and then, he does.

“Naoya-sama has been refusing to take his medicine” he begins to explain, and at the revelation you immediately frown, confused.

His words are not… what you expected; in fact, nothing you had anticipated ever connected you to his health—but it did, and this just made your theories of something odd happening to Naoya only grow more and more of a reality.

Why?

Why is he acting this way? Doesn’t he want to get healthy and return to being a sorcerer? Not do anything that might hinder that possibility permanently?

Or… did your rejection really affect him that much?

“We’ve done all in our hands, tried to convince him with a thousand reasons… but he’s refusing all of them, except… you.”

“Me?” you blink, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s incessantly calling for you—saying that he doesn’t want anyone in his room if it isn’t you” he continues to explain, and even though he hasn’t told you much, you can already see where he’s going.

Didn’t help to lessen the blow though.

“What I mean to say is… We need you to tend to Naoya—give him his medicine inside the designated hours, feed him and so, until the doctor discharges him.”

«You got to be kidding me» you think, now knees deep in disbelief for you never, ever imagined getting into this position… at least, not after all the things that happened.

Yet, you can’t help but feel that this is the most normal thing Naoya has ever asked from you since marrying him….

Any other occasion, you wouldn’t even consider his request, giving the man a resounding no as soon as those words flew past his mouth, turned around and left—fought harder to keep away from him, hide if necessary, and let them deal with it.

But the sorrowful sight of the man before you, undoubtedly for fear of losing his job, and who knows, his master too… You find yourself considering whether to accept the task or not.

“If you don’t, we fear he’s going to die.”

And you guess that even after all the horrible things he’s done to you, after all the things you’ve written against him in your secret letters towards Hinata… you don’t want him to die.

Doesn’t mean you want to be around him, you just… don’t want to deal with him. You never enjoyed desiring ill on others, preferring instead karma to deal with it. So…

You take a deep breath, pressing your lips together before arriving at a conclusion.

“Ok” you nod “I’ll… see what I can do.”

The man seems to thank you silently by the way his eyes glisten, before giving you a bow and reaching over to the door once again, gripping the edge and pulling it open, revealing the familiar sight of Naoya’s bedroom.

Even with the indescribable amount of furniture inside, from the futon, nightstands, to dressers and wardrobes extending from one side of the room to the other, even a small table just beside the window for nothing less than sightseeing… his room remained spacious, large; obviously so in contrast to the small confinement you called bedroom .

Yet, his was… still different, easily comparable to an apartment if you thought about it.

Not even your bedroom back home was like that—probably half the size of his, maybe a bit less; and yours always looked crowded with all the things you ended up buying whenever you went out: from endless mountains of plushies (which you’ve swore to give away after graduating…) to stacks of video game cases with their respective consoles, and a T.V.

The biggest room you’d seen up to this point would’ve been Satoru’s, but after seeing Naoya’s… the latter takes the crown.

Whenever away from his tormenting ways, in the middle of the night when he was asleep, your mind would occasionally wander off into topic to calm you down, distract you , such as questioning just how much furniture an heir could possibly need? Which ones were empty, used solely for decoration?

If he ever used all of the garments he had inside those large closets…

Or if he hid something… terrifying in his drawers, intended to be used on you… to harm you…?

Outside of these thoughts, you were to be received with another surprise.

Considering the continuous complaints of your staff back home when it came to “uncluttering” your room, at least compared to Hinata and Ren—who only managed to keep their room impeccable due to their scarce presence at home… you theorized— you always considered yourself to be more onto the… messy side of the spectrum.

Continuing to do so while living in Jujutsu High, even with the perfectionists Zen’in. You’d have to thank Mariya for making your small room livable…

That is, until you saw Naoya’s room today.

There was no way to discern his mess, for everything seemed to be touched by disarray: from the crooked futon, the crumpled bed sheets sloppily placed on it, to the slightly open drawers and doors… It was terrible .

This is what real chaos looks like, you concluded, and that was just the beginning.

From there, the mountains of clothes scattered across the floor; one would think this was just another room belonging to a random inhabitant, not the heir’s…

Did the staff not bother to look after him? Or was his disorderliness too much to keep up? It’s impossible to think they would fall behind on their responsibilities, considering how quick they were during the time you still slept there, whenever he allowed them of course, for there were many, many days he wouldn’t even let them glance at his room when he was busy with you…

And it only got worse when you saw how close his garments were from the dirty clothes bin—it’s like he had stopped caring all together, removing his attire as soon as he got back to his room after doing God knows what, and dropping them to… well, wherever they could fall.

Just what exactly was going through his mind? What is the reason behind his behavior? What could’ve pushed him to let himself go completely…?

Could this be somehow connected to the last time you saw him? To Naoaki, perhaps?

It doesn’t matter right now, you suppose, not when those memories seem to hold no weight compared to what you’re seeing now: a defeated, yet agitated, flustered for possibly being fever-struck Naoya, laying on his bed while refusing to take his medication from the maid besides him, which incessantly attempted to aid him, only to be pushed away.

“Please, Naoya-sama, you must take your medicine if you want the fever to go down!”

“Get—get away from me!” he hisses, shoving the poor woman’s hands away from him for the nth time that day, her miraculously preventing the medicine from spilling onto the floor, before turning his back to her. “I don’t want anything from you!”

The woman would release another exasperated sigh, frustration etching on her features for being hindered, yet again, to do her job.

“Naoya-sama, please reconsider the importance of this medicine—you won’t be able to train if you don’t—”

“I don’t care!” He whines, like a child retaliating against his punishment, continuing to demolish all her insistences by leaning further and further away. “I don’t want that! I want—I want my wife—where—where is Y/N!? Where is she?! ”

Now you can see why Matsuo was so desperate to get you.

Naoya was causing a commotion that started to extend beyond his grasp; to the point where if the staff didn’t intervene, it would be his family, then the doctor, and then…

Whichever angle you look at it, you were bound to be here; Regardless of how you felt about his condition and the alleged reasons that lead to this situation, and his transgressions… this was going to happen—you were going to be called, asked if not demanded to help take care of Naoya. For as much as they “hated” him for the moment, he still was necessary to the clan, one way or the other at least.

Better to do so willingly than under worse conditions if that was to be your fate…

You follow Matsuo deeper into the bedroom, stopping just by the edge of the futon, where your presence was to be finally noted by the conflicted woman, her gaze darting towards yours, eyes filling with hope and relief upon realizing her salvation had arrived.

She swiftly glances back at Naoya, a wide grin on her face as she nudges towards you, singing. “Look, Lady Y/N is here!”

“No, she is not!” Naoya snaps back almost immediately, huffing and pouting as he leans further away from her—his tantrum was so… off putting , you could almost see how the maid did her best to hold back a groan of exasperation, undoubtedly thinking « this can’t be happening!» before insisting once more.

“I wouldn’t dare lie to you, Naoya-sama, look!” the woman gestures at you again, with him eventually deciding to lift his head towards your direction, freezing immediately upon seeing your figure, before his eyes softened, face lightening up when realizing she was indeed not lying.

The way his face seems to regain color upon acknowledging you is… endearing, to say the least. A sight that would’ve warmed your heart with adoration, making you smile back as you rush to his side, apologizing for not being there when he needed it the most, but reassure him it won’t happen again…

If it weren’t Naoya .

“Y/N—” he breathes, a weak smile on his face as he feeble attempts to push himself up from the bed, grunting and gasping due to the exertion, but not impeding his need to reach you.

But before he’s able to do as much as extend his arms, the maid pushes him back down.

“No, Naoya-sama, you’re in a delicate position right now!” she warns, fighting to keep him in place, but it’s going to take much more than that to stop a determined man like your husband.

“My wife—I want to see my wife!” He continues to fight, trying once again to pull away from her and towards you, but his poor condition made it far more challenging to do so.

Not wanting to see the poor woman unwittingly hurt herself, or get the short end of the stick through Naoya’s merits for that matter, you decide to step in.

“I’ll take it from here” You inform, and she doesn’t need to be told twice to release Naoya from her hold, immediately standing up and uttering a quick thank you under her breath, picking up the spoon she was using, before heading over to Matsuo.

She then gives him a quick nod, with the man ordering her to go back to the kitchen and prepare Naoya’s meals before eventually retreating.

From that point forward, all attention falls on you, unable to do anything else but look at Naoya, who is now sitting straight up, stretching his arms towards you, as if attempting to hold you.

“My wife… you really are here” he murmurs, the look on his face so… nostalgic, you’d think it had been years since he last saw you.

And maybe that’s just how it felt for him; centuries since you last graced his presence…

But if he was so desperate to see you again, then why did he intently keep away from you? Oddly so after he demanded your presence so suddenly…

Regardless of what you’re trying to make of Naoya’s thinking, your conscience snaps back to the present the moment you see his fingers linger just a few inches away from you, forcing you to take a step back and away from him seconds before he could do as much as touch you.

“My wife… my beautiful Y/N…” By the frown on his face and the pout on his lips, it’s evident he’s hurt by your rejection. “Why… are you avoiding me?”

You open your mouth intending to demolish any means of a conversation, but his servant wins you to it by rushing to stand between the two, with the tray the maid left behind in hand, whilst requesting you to sit down, which you do soon after, ending on the same place as the maid before you—a gesture that by some reason Naoya wasn’t too appreciative of, evident by the way his softened face hardens with a scowl.

“As you can see, you’re the only one he responds to” Matsuo begins to explain, carefully opening the doctor’s note and setting aside the first medicine Naoya was to take for the day before glancing back at you. “Everything is detailed here, from how often he needs to take his medicine and, well, everything else.”

You loom over his shoulder, attempting to get a better look at the scribbles on the note, but you’re stopped in your tracks when a pair of hands land on your shoulders and pulls you away, making you gasp at the abruptness, and your heart sink upon hearing the voice of the one responsible.

“Do not talk to her” Naoya chastised, voice low and threatening as his eyes bore holes into his staff’s head; had he harbored the energy, he wouldn’t have stopped at a mere warning, no, he would’ve disposed of the man as soon envy settled in his heart. “Don’t even—Don’t even look at her!”

Your fear quickly vanishes when realizing the nature of his words, replaced by frustration and disbelief all together.

What a wonderful, ridiculous way to show his care for you, you think, through a circus of jealousy of all things! As if he hadn’t been your own personal boogeyman for the past few weeks.

If he had been literally anyone else, you would’ve found his antics to be a bit silly, you suppose, maybe even charming depending on the context… but it’s him. It’s always him. And it’s never good.

Stirred by the offense of his actions, you gain enough strength to free yourself from his grasp, tossing his hands away from your shoulders and moving away from him.

Naoya’s face glooms at your animosity, pursing his lips into a sad frown—something you don’t pay mind to, nor cared in all honesty, but for the man that has diligently worked by his side for the longest… couldn’t stray his eyes from.

The longer he observes his master and the state he is in… the less he believes it.

To him this had been nothing short of a hallucination, probably a product of a spoiled ingredient of that day’s breakfast, for he never thought Naoya capable of sheltering such a side—although he’s always been known for being highly protective of his “belongings.”

The odd part of this equation would be his openness and softness being directed towards you , a woman. The sex he’d always been dismissive and objectifying to… yet, here you stood, defended by him as if your presence was too sacred to be tainted by anyone else’s but his.

Just what happened after he came back from your health checkup that had him acting like this?

“… This is his first medication” he says once you’re freed from Naoya’s grasp and attentive on him once again, handing you over the box he’d previously set aside, alongside the instructive paper slip.

You give it a quick glance, hoping to learn more of his condition… only to be received by ambiguity.

These were all medications you don’t recognize, outside of an antibiotic you recall taking in the past, but outside of that, nothing you can even guess what they’re intended for.

The complexity of their names helped give you an idea of how serious his sickness was… and how incredibly irresponsible Naoya was towards himself, and everyone else for that matter.

“Ok” you nod before looking back up to the man. “Give him his medicine at the right times and that’s it, right?”

And by the way the man’s lips twist, you’re given more than enough to understand that this endeavor was not to be quick, nor simple, as you would’ve liked… Your sigh confirmation enough for him that you finally accepted your fate.

Cause this is exactly what you wanted—to take care of Naoya, after all the horrible, terrible things he’d inflicted upon you. Things he had yet to be held accountable, realistically, something that might never happen.

Hopefully, he’ll recover quickly—so you can leave all this behind, as if it never even happened…

“The maid will be here with his food in a few hours—I expect you to be here when it is.” You hum, taking in his words before nodding in acknowledgement.

With nothing else to say, the man nods at you before standing up, walking over to the door and exiting, leaving husband and wife alone—for the first time in weeks.

Nothing out of the ordinary, considering how you spent the first few days of your marriage—yet it feels dreadful as ever. Perhaps a bit less due to his weakened disposition, but not enough to diminish it completely.

But it’s with this exact condition that you arrive at a surprising conclusion: walking past your fear and distaste towards your husband, it feels like you could literally do just about anything with him and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. Maybe complain, fight off a bit, but even then, you were sure you could control him—after all, the maid could, so why not you?

What an unexpected turn of events.

After going through the instructions on the paper slip one last time, you take the same box as before, the one you now remember seeing the maid trying to feed Naoya, reopening it and pulling the small plastic cup out.

You then open the bottle, carefully serving the right amount of syrup before starting the first of many, many unwanted cares towards Naoya.

You don’t know what you were expecting, perhaps to not see your husband besides you, but the sight that welcomed you was not one you liked either way.

He was intently looking at you, with soft eyes and a wide smile—as if he were completely, stupidly, enamored by your presence…

A view that only frustrated you, making you frown and instinctively blurt out a stern “What? ” in response.

“I…” he breathes, before sighing. “I’m just… glad to see my wife.”

You press your lips together, unable to process his words outside of anger and confusion.

He keeps acting as if he were truly, undeniably happy to see you, when in the past there had never been anything but devious, aggressive towards you.

Your mind can’t help but feel this is nothing less than a ploy, a way to get you to lower your guard…

And yet, it feels almost wrong to think that—because the man laying before you is anything but in his full senses; this wasn’t like the other times where he’d been sardonic, threatening, fury itself.

He’s docile, quiet, and somewhat cheery— behaviors you’ve never seen on him, no matter the situation…

There’s no way to put it. Naoya, for all intents and purposes, is sick. Very sick, enough for his mind to lose its ground and start spewing nonsense about you…

Once again, what an unexpected turn of events.

“Here” you say, shoving these thoughts out of your head as you slowly begin to inch the cup towards him, expecting him to grab it.

And Naoya, the surprisingly obedient husband, attempted to do so, extending his arm and grabbing the cup—until his strength suddenly disappeared, making his grasp weak enough to the point where the cup almost fell.

Your quick reflexes managed to save the day, and just before a simple drop was spilled, the whole succession made your heart quicken, at the same time as dark realization loomed upon you:

It’s going to be a long recovery.

You sigh.

You knew exactly what to do afterwards, much to your dismay… but as you were taught to act when facing an undesired situation, you quickly recovered past the shock, holding the cup with a better grip and moving it towards Naoya’s mouth.

“Open” you say, and without hesitation, he moves his face closer to your hands, slowly opening his lips and resting the cup there.

He then drinks all the medicine in one sip, and once he’s done, you pull away from him, setting the cup aside onto the tray to clean later.

Naoya remains quiet, but you still feel his gaze heavy on him. Thankfully, because you’re in a new position of power, you no longer feel threatened to remain quiet.

“Don’t look at me” you say, referring back to the note and to the next medication he must take—2 pills; pretty straightforward, if it weren’t for the missing glass of water, which neither of the staff had bothered to bring to you after a while.

You were elated to have found an excuse to leave him.

You push yourself up from the floor, intending to retrieve such a thing, but before you were able to do as much as turn your body away, Naoya’s hand reaches for your arm, with an unexpected strength compared to how weak he appeared to be, rooting you in the spot.

“Naoya—!”

“No, don’t leave!” He cries, grip tighter on your arm. The urgency of his actions makes you swiftly turn around to face him, eyes landing a completely different reaction than the one he bore before.

You don’t know if it’s his fever, or another outburst of pent-up emotions like the one from that night that has him flustered, teary-eyed, and frightened, but it strikes your body with an unwanted sensation of pity…

But not enough for you to stop trying to escape, less when he whines the following words.

“Don’t leave, Y/N—please, please don’t leave me, I—I lov—”

All hesitation died when those words were almost muttered by his voice, interrupted by your anger and scoff.

Damn his sickness, it still doesn’t give him the authority to mock you!

“Do not say words you don’t mean!” you hiss, doing one last harsh tug and finally escaping his grip.

He means to reach you again, stop you, but you’re quicker, more so when your body and mind are motivated to not suffer through the same deceptions—and you soon make your way towards the door, eventually leaving the room.

Outside and away from his absurdity, you release a deep exhale.

It’s barely the start of the days you were to spend with him, and he was already acting this irrationally… although it wasn’t the first time you ever saw someone act like this before when sick.

It’s a horrible sight to endure, making you feel nothing but sorrow for the person that was slowly becoming nothing but a shadow of their own self; but with Naoya… well… he only grows to be more and more unpredictable.

Not wanting to waste time, less you desire to be reprimanded for “slacking” on your duties, you shake these upsetting thoughts out of your head and begin to head towards the kitchen.

On your way there is when you find Mariya, who did not hesitate to rush towards you, having already been informed by Hitomi of your new task and growing critically worried soon after.

“Y/N!” Mariya breathes, grabbing you by the shoulders and giving you a quick scan to find any wounds, markings, anything that might indicate violence towards you… sighing when finding none. “What happened?! Hitomi told me you were suddenly asked to follow someone from Naoya’s staff?? Is this true??”

Through the disappointment of your decision, you nod.

“What the—and why did they need your help for ?” She frowns, skepticism dripping through her voice. To her, and with good reason, this was to be nothing more than an excuse to get you to be with him.

Nothing but a child throwing a fit for their beloved toy.

“…They wanted me to take care of him because he was refusing to take his medicine, and I’m assuming that even food in due time” you frown, completely understanding the point of view she was coming from, but mostly angered that it was now your reality. “…so yes, it’s all true.”

“You gotta be kidding me” Mariya murmurs, pinching the bridge of her nose and groaning. “And what exactly are you supposed to do after that? Bathe and clothe him too?!”

“I don’t… I hope not” you clench your teeth, the less involved you were to be with him, the better. Luckily for you, Mariya was unable to accept that too.

“That won’t happen—I’ll have a talk with his staff” she interjects, quickly turning around, mind set on finding Matsuo and have a long talk with him… but something inside you pushes your hand to stop her.

“Mariya, wait ” you say, carefully gripping her sleeve. She freezes for a moment, eyes widening as she turns around to see you.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious…” she disputed, baffled.

“No, wait, give me a chance to explain myself” you swallow, and she sighs, agreeing to listen to you. You release her, sighing deeply, before starting.

“There’s… something different about him.”

“When is it not? He’s a deranged man!” she exclaims before pressing her lips together and crossing her arms. “But that’s not what you meant, is it?”

“No, it isn’t.” You give her a tight smile, Mariya exhales. “…there’s… I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like this is an opportunity I can… use to… my advantage.”

Mariya doesn’t need to ask more to understand what you were referring to—the perfect opportunity to lay down any questions that plagued your mind since hearing you were to marry him, and who knows? Maybe even get him to enact orders in your favor.

This might be the only opportunity to do so, the upper hand after many days of darkness, to help Hinata on this side of the conflict…

So you might as well take the chance while you can.

“If you think that’s appropriate, I’ll support you” she nods, concern to be found in her voice but she means all of her words nonetheless. “Just… be careful.”

“Still, I can’t help but wonder why he’s saying those things.” you frown, eyes falling on the ground. “You’d think he’d be far more aggressive towards me, considering all that he’s done in the past, but now he’s…”

“He’s…?”

You pause, debating whether to tell her or not… worry her, in order words.

But after all that’s happened, she’s the person you trust the most—so you decide to tell her in the end.

“He’s being so… attentive, I guess is the right word” your eyes glance up to her “Expressive of his supposed feelings towards me, in a positive manner if you can believe that…”

Mariya frowns. “ Again? ”

“It seems so” you sigh. You told her of his reaction towards Naoaki’s questioning about his feelings towards you, how it seemed to sting one of his nerves and caused him to essentially flee the scene without saying anything else.

You believed that would be the last time you ever touched the subject… but now, it seems that’s all Naoya could talk about… about how much he seemed to adore you, in his weird, uncanny ways.

“So… he’s sick sick” Mariya concludes, and you huff at the similarity.

“That’s the same thing I said.”

“Never thought he’d be one to get sick, considering how careful the staff is with him” she rolls her eyes. “So, he really must’ve been out of his mind—and yet, we still don’t know what he was doing before he was found like that .”

And perhaps never will, for Naoya made sure to keep his actions under absolute secrecy… unless his poor condition betrays him.

“It’s… unnerving” you add “To see him like this, so…”

“Human?”

“…yeah.” you press your lips together “Yet, it still feels like he’s mocking me. Guess the nasty side of him remains.”

Mariya looks at you sadly, before placing her hand over your right shoulder.

“It’s going to be difficult” she attempts to reassure you, with you holding her hand and resting your head over it. “I won’t say I ever expected this to be easy, less with a person like him… but it’s still worth a try.”

“…I know” you respond, closing your eyes. “I just… wished it was, for once.”

“I’m sorry” Mariya gives you an empathetic smile before pulling you into a quick hug—emotional displays of affection between staff and masters were strictly prohibited, more if they were to be in public, but that didn’t stop her from doing so. God knows just how much you needed them. “Meanwhile I’ll see what I can do with your new… arrangement. Keep your involvement to the minimum if you have to be there.”

You trusted her to come up with a good enough excuse to keep Naoya, his staff and maybe even his family at bay.

A tough negotiation was ensured to happen, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

So, after retrieving the glass of water from the kitchen, as well as a face mask to avoid any contagion, and a dampened towel to ease his fever, you head back to Naoya’s room, to find him laying back on the futon, body exhausted for fighting whatever bacteria infected him, but not enough to keep him from looking up to the door, eyes beaming and smile wide as he realizes it’s you .

“Y/N! Oh, my beautiful, beloved Y/N!” He breathes, slightly confused for the face mask you’re wearing, but soon paying no mind to it as he attempts to sit up and reach out for you. “You’re—You’re back!”

Naoya desperately needed to approach you, take you into his arms, but as soon as you caught wind of his intentions you ignored him, walking past him and onto the small table you’ve left his medication on, placing the glass of water to prepare his next doses.

He seemed to be defeated by your rejection, giving you a light pout as his eyes remained glued on your back—a heavy sensation that irritates you enough to speak up.

“Stop staring at me” you say, hands swiftly opening the medicine and pushing out two pills.

“I… I can’t do that, you see” he says, a soft look in his eyes as he continues to stare at you. “Because you… you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“ Excuse me?” you hiss, offended by his “compliments”, unconsciously dropping the pills back to the tray.

“I’ve met many women in the past, but you’re—you’re the most—”

“That was not an invitation to talk about your past romances!” you shriek, sharply turning around to confront him and the stupid, startled look on his face—playing the fool, just as he always did!

“Just because I agreed to help you doesn’t mean I want to know of your—your past relationships!” you condemned, your strong voice startling him. “Or current ones for that matter…”

“Current… ones?”

You swallow, realizing you’ve allowed your emotions to get the best of you and rush to fix this mistake by turning around and getting his medicine ready—that is not a can of worms you’re willing to explore, less when it provides nothing of benefit to you.

“I don’t… I don’t have current ones” he says, baffled that such an allegation even came out of your mouth. “I couldn’t!”

“Don’t say words you don’t mean” you murmur, mainly to yourself, but Naoya ends up hearing it anyway.

“Why don’t you… believe me? My—My words?” he frowns dolefully at his second rejection of the day. “How could I even… think about someone else, let alone be with them when I—when I have you here, at home?”

“Shut up” you groan, clenching your jaw. “Don’t say anything more, not a single word—I don’t believe you; you don’t mean any of them at all!”

“Why— why do you say that?” He says slowly, almost as a whisper, a lament. “You’re… my wife, how can I not mean those words? How could I want… anyone else when I… have you?”

You know that what you’re going to do is not exactly the best course of action to take, but his seeming lack of self-awareness, and his mocking words manage to stab you just where it stings…

And with that, you toss aside your initial plan of caution in favor of putting an end to what plagued you since marrying him.

“Tell me then, why must I believe them?” you ask, turning around to face him once again—a stern, angered look on your face, serving as a reflection of your emotions, as well as a tool of intimidation to force Naoya into answering. “Why must I believe that you mean those words after all the horrible things you’ve done to me?”

He can only stare at you, wide-eyed and in shock, but this reaction does not steer you away, not even when you’re wounded once again by his silence.

“Why did you marry me, Naoya?” You tighten your grasp, enough for the pills on your hands to either break, or melt by the warmth of your palm, whichever happens first. “You said so yourself, you’ve met many, many women before which I don’t doubt you’re still seeing, so… why… me?”

Your gaze suddenly softens, falling to the ground as your hands now clenching the fabric of your skirt.

“Why was I chosen… for this horrible fate?”

And then, nothing.

Nothing but silence engulfing the room, not even a dispute from Naoya’s side, or an addition to your argument—nothing. Nada. Just a broken marriage fractured even further by each word that walked past your lips.

For a quick moment you believe to see him be troubled by something by the way his lip twitches and his eyes blink rapidly, but whatever it was, he doesn’t consider it worth sharing, much to your dismay.

It seems that even with his weakened state he remains stubborn, dismissive as ever—some traits are truly unbreakable, even when at their lowest point.

Understanding there’s nothing else to do but to cut your losses, you sigh, defeated as you turn around back to the tray and reach for more pills—the ones in your hand were now unusable, discarding them onto a napkin and setting it aside—You already agreed to do this, might as well do your part.

Once ready, you turn around to Naoya, helping him sit up straight, before reaching for the glass of water and pills.

Naoya stares at your hand for a few seconds, appearing for the first time to question whether he should take your ministrations or not, before looking up to you and surprising you.

“…Do you like Naoaki?” he asks, cutting straight through your thoughts—thankfully it wasn’t shocking enough for you to drop either of the things on your hands, but sufficient to rattle you.

“ What ?” you blink, confused as you look up to his eyes.

“Do you… like him?” he repeats, and at this moment you wish it had been a hallucination.

Or the answer to your questions—but no, that wasn’t to happen yet, or at all anyways.

“…Why do you want to know?”

“…Because I’ve seen how you are with him” he swallows, as if trying to push down the pain of the memory of the two together. “How… happy you seem to be with him, and I—I want—I need to know what you… feel about him. Please, tell me, do you— do you like him?”

And why should you answer? He clearly rejected your question at first, kept silent throughout your words, and acted as if you never expressed them.

But if your training taught you anything, is that not all questions were to be answered, at least not bluntly, and that all conversations could be threaded back to the original point of discussion one way or the other, earning you just exactly what you needed.

This would be your time to lower his guard.

“Yes” Is what you decide to respond, and with it, you swear to have physically seen the way his heart drops when saying so.

“But—But why?” he lamented, voice breaking as he continued. “I’m… I’m your husband—you’re my wife, you… you must like me, not anyone else, but—but me!”

“Because he doesn’t treat me like you do” you respond honestly, for there is no other way to put it. It really is that easy. “He listens to me, treats me like an actual human being… not like I’m some… animal, some object for him to make fun of.”

“You’re not—I don’t—” he falters, throat tightening at the prospect of you preferring his brother instead of him, the pain is too much, he can barely muster the first word of the following sentence without appearing as if he were to cry. “You’re my—you’re my wife, I could never hurt you! I could—I could never hurt the one I want to be with for the… the rest of my life, my lov—”

“Goddammit Naoya, why must you keep doing that?!” you interject, angered, exhausted, for having to stop that same damned four-letter word from being tainted by his evil. His words were like stabs, like he was spitting all over the things you hoped this relationship would have become, but it didn’t. And it might never will—replaced with only pain, deception, and sadness.

Nothing you ever dreamed of when thinking about marriage, less of the man that claimed to care for you.

“… of all things, please… don’t be a liar.”

Naoya remains silent, reconsidering your words… and he seems to do so, but not without attempting one last thing.

“… I… I will stop, then” he swallows. “But after you—after you tell me something.”

You sigh, because why not?

“What did you think… of the discs?” he panted, a more laborious breath than before, signifying his worsening condition. “Did you like them, at least?”

“… drink your medicine, Naoya. You must rest” it’s all that you have to say to his inquiry as you look back to the doctor’s note and search for the following medication.

Fortunately, nothing for the following 4 hours, which he can easily use for sleep, which Naoya desperately needs, let his body catch up on all the sleepless nights he’d gone through that you were unaware of.

“Why—why are you… avoiding me?” he whines. “Did you—did you not like them? Were they not to your liking? If that’s the case, I can—I can change them—I can get you something else if you still have the—”

“That’s not it, Naoya!” You gasp, patience over and past your limit and startling him yet again with your sharp tone by the way his eyes are snapped wide open, and face pale…

A reaction that makes you feel a sliver of pity for the frightened way he’s looking at you, for you know that sentiment all too well…

But at the same time, your mind reminds you that if he were in a better condition, he would’ve aggravated you the first time you dared speak up to him—and the pity you had for him immediately switches to satisfaction: for now he knows what you felt every single day of your life there.

“Then what is it?” He pleads “Why… don’t you like me?”

“…Why did you even get them for me, Naoya?” you frowned. “Was there even a reason behind them? Or did you just want to make fun of my feelings? Of my family and how I can’t see them because of you?!”

You don’t expect much from this interaction, outside of immediately regretting the way you seem to lose your inhibitions—it felt… humiliating, undeserving of him to hear you open up like this whenever remembering something important…

But that’ll be something to work on later if you were even given the opportunity to do so while living under his roof… certainly not while you were taking care of him.

Yet, none of these things could’ve prepared you for the upcoming, for yet again Naoya proves to you there are many things you didn’t know about him, nor did you think him capable of.

The human side of your husband.

“Because… because I didn’t want you to—to miss your mother… “ He responds, low as a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear… as well as the sadness intertwined between his words.

Your heart stops for a quick second at this open admittance, a display of vulnerability on his side, and… empathy. Almost as if he knew that your mother—

“What?” you murmur, still shocked by his words. “What did you—”

“I… I know how that feels, and I didn’t want you to suffer that too.” He continues, stopping midway to cough. “She’s not… around anymore… isn’t she?” Naoya gives you a tight smile, demonstrating a clear unspoken understanding of your pain, as if he knew just exactly what you were feeling.

Or is it your agonizing heart deceiving you?

“What makes you think that?” you ask darkly—that’s something you don’t remember ever disclosing to him, not that you normally did anyways…

For all he knew, your mother could’ve just divorced your dad and moved on with her life, completely different from the things he’d accused.

But you were only to be underestimating Naoya’s perception, because as much as a distant, unaware man he often portrayed himself to be in most social situations, he wasn’t completely isolated.

That much you’d learn in the ensuing conversation.

“Because I saw… the sadness in your eyes” he coughs once again, harsher this time, in a way that briefly alarms you, only for him to stop just a few seconds after, water not even necessary to subdue the emergency. “I saw… the way you looked at the things that made you remember her. How happily you seemed to be when talking about her—"

“That doesn’t mean she’s—”

“I assumed so when I didn’t see her at the wedding” he eventually clarifies, and swallow, frowning. You should’ve known . “And by the things you said… I doubt she would want to miss it.”

«If she knew how my marriage would go, she would’ve» you pessimistically declare. In fact, you’re completely certain that your loved ones only attended to offer you support, not your union; Satoru was the only one daring enough to not show up, and you do not blame him.

These thoughts, however, would seem redundant when compared to the fact that Naoya seemed to be speaking from a more… sympathetic point of view, once again, leading you to believe he knew all too well what it is to miss a mother.

Nothing that you didn’t know of, for Naoaki previously told you that their mother was not… here anymore, at least that’s what he was left to assume after her disappearance, and you didn’t dare ask beyond that upon seeing the pain that lingered in his heart whenever speaking about her.

But you never, ever wondered what Naoya’s experience must’ve been throughout this difficult time—limiting yourself to presuming it must’ve been similar to Naobito’s considering how terrifyingly similar they are.

Did his sadness come from his inability to torment her anymore, perhaps?

The mere thought infuriates you, stirring you into retribution, until his following words halt you.

“Did you see her?”

Your heart sinks, eyes widening as your gaze snaps to his—face reflecting a combination of shock and… confusion. Which prompted him to clarify.

“Did you see your mother before she died?”

Now that… is another question you didn’t want to answer, at least not to him; it’s a painful memory you tried your hardest to push and push deep into the back of your conscience, never to revisit again.

A plan that would’ve succeeded had he not continued to talk, unknowingly reopening a wound on both, yet, deeper on Naoya’s side.

“I didn’t” he swallows, fidgeting with the edge of his sleeves—he’s nervous . “She just—She suddenly disappeared, and before I knew it, there was someone—someone else taking her place…”

Truly despicable; and you don’t doubt, not one bit, that Naobito had to do something about it.

“I didn’t even get to say my goodbyes before I never saw her again.”

You never went into much depth of her absence out of respect towards Naoaki’s feelings and the rest of his siblings. Doing your best to be respectful of her memory whenever she came up, maintaining whatever changes she made to the estate when she was still around, so they could still have something to remember her by.

But now that he revealed this, you can’t help but wonder just what kind of relationship he had with his mother—was it better than the one he had with Naobito? Better than the one he had with Naoaki?

Better than the one you had with your own mother?

You continue pondering, repeatedly circling around these questions as your mind tries to find a connection between his nightmarish behavior and his current vulnerability, all while unwittingly diving into your memories, taking you back to the moment your life changed for the worst for the first time…

To the moment fate decided your mother was to die.

#naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #series: first it hurts—

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Break my ass

I was supposed to be taking a small break from social media but this thought have been eating me out for some time so i thought i’ll just let it out and resume with my break. Warning, this might be some pretty raw talk so if you’re a 12-16yo judgmental ass minor with a victim complex please get the fuck out of here, not even some supposed adults can handle a mature talk let alone kids. (But if you’re a minor and still mature enough for this talk you’re welcome to stay)

So this post is supposed to be about Jimin but beforehand, my friend shared this in our friends gc earlier :

And i was like.. Are people ignorant or just like to play dumb? Were they expecting Yoongi to go on tour with nothing? Going on tour for what exactly Suchwita? I remember i once told someone “Well logically there will be Yoongi’s album too since he’s going on tour” and their reply was “I don’t think so” 🤡

Anygays, as French people say, revenons à nos moutons. So by now unless people are living under a rock we all know FACE is coming Aka Jimin’s album is coming, with that i have a few things to say. We all know damn well how a part of this fandom is waiting for opportunities to drag him for the smallest thing ever and sometimes those who say they love him don’t even help minimizing the hate either.

Once the album is out please, don’t read too much into what any of the songs or lyrics mean, try to understand it as it is, don’t even try to make up some bullshit theories, don’t westernize his thoughts and view of things, let us not forget that we aren’t all coming from the same place with the same culture with the same mindset, don’t even try to link his words to anyone (Those who make everything about Jikook i see you.)

I’m pretty sure it took him a lot to take a step forward and decide to open up to Army and i’m also pretty sure that he’s not expecting everyone to understand but at least those who claim they love him and support him should be up to it. Let us listen to him, understand him, support him and accept whatever he has to offer for us, no more “Maybe he’s coming up with a second album” or “Maybe there is more to come” just stfu, we don’t know about that and whatever he is ready to give we shall appreciate him for it.

One more thing, we all know that this fandom is fond of double standards, need i remind you how Jimin in Paris going out, partying with friends brought him harassment, got him called names, dragged meanwhile Tae doing the same exact thing if not more got people cooing at him and saying that they’re happy he gets to have fun.. I see y’all Tae stans out there trying to bite my ass from speaking the truth but the reality is no matter what Jimin does y’all are ready to judge him for it but instantly turn whatever he does to a normal thing once Tae does it. I hope he’s ashamed of y’all, disappointed in y’all.

Once again, i’m really insisting on the fact that you should NOT westernize anything about his album, the way each individual sees things is not the same, things that might be normal for him might not be normal for you, things that might be normal for you might not be normal for him and if i see them bitches shame him for anything that all the members do/say as well again.. I’ll sacrifice your souls to the devil bitches!

I know i keep repeating this but let is serve as a reminder, Yoongi didn’t say “FANS will understand” during Festa for nothing, they KNOW that not all Army are fans, they know that not all of them are understanding, they know that a lot of them are entitled little brats so they don’t expect them all to understand but hopefully those who are mature enough and love them enough will do and support them no matter what. We are supposed to give them a chance to move forward too, we can’t just put the boys in a prison and expect them to be the version each one of us want them to be, we are supposed to ACCEPT them the way they ARE and allow them to no longer hide behind a façade to please ungrateful pieces of shit, because yes to me anyone in this fandom who isn’t ready to accept them is a piece of shit.

With that, i guess i said everything i had to say, not too sure, again y’all already know my brain doesn’t brain correctly all the time, can’t organize my thoughts well, if i forgot to include a point i’ll either update this post or writer another post later. Take care.

#park jimin you are so precious

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skania · 2 years

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Thoughts on Tommy & Lizzie in S6 (Part 1)

Following this post on S5, a kind anon asked for my thoughts on Tommy & Lizzie in S6, so here it goes!

I ended up having way more to say than I thought, so instead of going through every TommyLizzie scene individually, I’ll try to group them into a few different categories.

This post will contain tons of images, and spoilers for the entirety of Season 5 and Season 6!

To begin, I’d say that while I found S5 very rewarding Tommy/Lizzie wise, if I had to sum S6 in one word, I’d probably pick “bittersweet”.

You see, the thing about Season 5 is that I deeply enjoyed seeing Tommy’s feelings for Lizzie creep-up on him. Tommy didn’t willingly embrace his feelings for Lizzie, he fought and denied them until he ran out of excuses. In that regard, it was incredibly satisfying to watch Tommy’s actions and reactions give him away throughout S5, unintentionally betraying the callousness that he tried to portray every time Lizzie got under his skin; every time he felt for her more than he was comfortable with.

When, by the end of Season 5, Lizzie has carved her rightful place by Tommy’s side and Tommy is swearing war on Mosley because he dared to speak badly to Lizzie, it’s rewarding. It feels earned.

And I think that’s the biggest difference between Season 5 and Season 6 to me, TommyLizzie-wise. Where Season 5 builds them up and delivers sweet pay-off, Season 6 practically exists only to bring them down.

And it’s bittersweet.

Take the first scene they share together, for example. The way Lizzie reacts to Tommy’s attempt immediately reminded me of the way Tommy reacted to Arthur’s all the way back when.

Lizzie is kinder than Tommy, sweeter, more open; but she’s tough as nails. More than that, she is a good learner. And you can see all the ways Lizzie has learnt little tricks from Tommy, specially those that help her guard her own heart. Like the way she tried to mask her hurt by talking business back in Season 5.

But these similarities stablish something that goes much deeper.

Their phone-call in Season 1 is shot beautifully. While speaking to each other, they move as if they’re the same person. Tommy reaches of a cigarette, Lizzie lights it; both smoke it.

The way the scene is built is slow and deliberate and meant to show their synchronicity. It doesn’t matter that they’re in different places, they’re connected because their heart is in the same place. They want a future together with their kids. They’re practically an extension of each other, now.

Which comes with its downfalls, too, because whatever brings Tommy down will unavoidably bring Lizzie down as well.

It’s also ironic, because I feel like that single phone-call was their one moment of bliss throughout the entire season. Nothing is ever perfect with Tommy, so there’s a prostitute on Tommy’s bed; but much like Lizzie accepted this side of Tommy and struck a deal with him, us as the audience are prompted to ignore the blurry lady on the bed and focus on what actually matters, Tommy and Lizzie. Their family.

In any case, I feel like that call was their one genuine moment of bliss because after this, there are a multitude of shadows hanging over them.

Which takes me to...

The way they know each other

Tommy looks so happy to see his family. This is probably the happiest we see him since S1, as far as I remember. But it’s short lived because even when Lizzie and Tommy share a hug, Tommy is full of tension. He is bracing himself.

Lizzie isn’t the only one who has learnt to know Tommy like the back of her hand, Tommy knows Lizzie, too. And he knows that she isn’t going to be pleased with his one-sided decision to take Ruby to see a doctor before spending any sort of meaningful time with the kids.

But Tommy being Tommy, instead of discussing this with Lizzie beforehand, he just makes the decision and hopes she will play along. This is one of his recurrent mistakes, and it’s also ultimately his downfall with Lizzie, though I’ll get to this later.

We can see something similar in the scene they share at the hospital. It’s rather sad, because Tommy cares very little for himself but Lizzie cares so much about him. And Tommy quite literally doesn’t know how to deal with it.

That’s part of what’s irking her. Not only that he’s making a mountain out of a molehill, but that he’s driving himself nuts over it. That as usual, Tommy is finding ways to wreck himself. That instead of thinking of going on a holiday with his family and making memories with them, Tommy is turning Ruby’s cold into another battle to be fought.

This time, when Lizzie shares her exasperation and her concerns, Tommy reassures her. He reaches out, caresses her face, tells her that they’ll spend time together. Lizzie had asked him do you feel anything? and this was Tommy’s way to tell her that he does. His way of telling her that he feels for her, specifically.

But Lizzie’s tired, and turns the tables on him, reminding him of the way he has been making her feel.

Much like during the hug, Tommy immediately closes off after this. His attempt at placating Lizzie, at communicating with her, completely failed. Tommy’s frustrated and exasperated and he doesn’t try again. He knows he is at fault, but he’s keeping his eyes on this “last mission” they have to do. He figures he’ll have the time to make amends with Lizzie later.

He hasn’t yet realized that he is running out of time, in more ways than one.

The scene where he comes back home after “avenging” Ruby only to find Lizzie waiting for him is fantastic. The moment he enters the room, Lizzie tells him she knows where he’s been. Tommy sits down, wordlessly, because she is right. He hasn’t told her a thing, yet Lizzie still knows.

It’s S5′s bedroom scene all over again. Tommy would like nothing more than for Lizzie to not read him so well. For Lizzie to not see every deed he has done spelled all over his face.

But the great thing here is that, it goes both ways. Lizzie has not said anything yet, but Tommy knows she doesn’t like what he did. Much like he knew Lizzie wouldn’t like him taking Ruby to that doctor in Episode 1.

So Tommy tries to change the subject, talks about Churchill, about wanting to help find a cure for Consumption. But Lizzie won’t have it. The saddest part is that despite her disappointment and her grief, Lizzie still worries for him.

When Tommy finally loses that cool façade of his, we get another parallel to Season 5. He admits to killing a woman and three man and says their bodies “will be thrown” aboard “a boat”, and that he’s stepping off that boat and into a different one.

The boat of his guilt, the boat of his crimes, of his misdeeds. We know this because this is what the boat represented in Season 5.

But Lizzie asks the right question.

She is concerned that he will cross a line that he won’t be able to come back from. And as per usual, Lizzie is ultimately right.

But before Tommy crosses that line, we get this scene.

They’re both hurt, both reeling from Ruby’s loss and coping in different ways. Lizzie exteriorizes her pain, Tommy buries it by overworking himself. But in this scene, they connect again. Lizzie realizes that Tommy’s kept the type-writer he gave her all these years, the one that irrevocably made Lizzie a part of the Peaky Blinders family.

She also sees the burnt chair and his mourning for Ruby. When she reaches out to touch him, hesitantly but also firmly, her touch means a lot of things at once.

And the poignant thing here is that Tommy understands it all without Lizzie needing to say a word.

He also adresses what Lizzie told him earlier, once again showing that Lizzie’s words always linger. They always reach him, even when he would rather them not to.

This scene is also important because it stablishes something else. It shows us that while they may have lost Ruby, both of them want to get through this together.

When Tommy still had a choice, he chose to stay with Lizzie just like Lizzie chose to stay with him.

Which, of course, only makes everything that comes next more tragic.

The Parallels

It’s such a great call-back, because it shows that was what true then is still true now. But it also contextualizes that first moment. The way Tommy trusted Lizzie with the combination to the safe in Season 3 was special. It did mean something.

Then, there’s this.

Tommy only stops when Lizzie asks him to. Once again, Lizzie is able to clear his head from that “which needs clearing out”. The way he has enough presence of mind to apologize to her was also very meaningful.

He does the same thing in Episode 1, too - apologize to her after his outburst. And later in the finale, he asks Charlie to apologize to her in his stead.

It’s interesting, because hurting Lizzie is the last thing Tommy wants this season. But there’s a certain air of despondency to him, almost like he expects that whether he wants to or not, he is going to end up hurting her either way.

And sadly, he isn’t wrong. This parallel in particular is the perfect example of it. Despite his good intentions, Tommy sadly keeps failing her when she needs him the most.

Lizzie even brings this up when she finally leaves.

It’s tragic.

The Curse

The way I cheered when Tommy said this aloud. That scene of Tommy hallucinating Grace in his office was one of my favorites in Season 5, because it’s the scene that spelled out Tommy’s love for Lizzie. It spelled out that he fears that he will bring her harm and just how much that weights on him. That it terrifies him to the point he has an episode.

And here, we finally get Tommy admitting this aloud. Not only that he feels that he is a curse, but that putting Lizzie through all of this is his biggest regret.

Let that sink in. Tommy’s life is nothing but a run-on sentence of bad choices. He genuinely hardly made a good choice throughout the series, and even when he did, his choices always had a way of bringing people harm.

Yet, out of all of his regrets, hurting Lizzie is his biggest one. In all honesty, this is a bigger love declaration than him actually telling her he loves her lol

I also love how it’s ultimately Lizzie that helps define what Tommy’s curse actually entails.

He may not have any limitations, but there is a limit to how much the people around him will tolerate from him. And ultimately, it’s this that makes him lose Lizzie.

His Sickness

Tommy finding out that he is sick automatically takes away all of his hopes for the future, and pretty much every scene he shares with Lizzie after the revelation references this.

My favorite part though is the way Lizzie enters the scene right after Tommy asks the doctor how long he has before he “needs people around” who “love him very much”.

It establishes that this particular phrase refers to her. She is the one who will suffer the most through Tommy’s condition, because she’s the one that has been picking him up for some time, now.

So, when Tommy says this to Arthur, he is absolutely talking about Lizzie. The way Tommy even changes the wording to “who may or may not love me” is really poignant, because Lizzie has left him by then.

And Tommy dreads that. He doesn’t want that for her, whether Lizzie loves him or not, because the doctor told him it won’t be pretty. Just like he tells Arthur, Tommy feels it would be cruel to Lizzie and to himself.

So of course, when Lizzie leaves him, Tommy doesn’t fight it. It isn’t only that he feels that he only brings her harm, but that he knows there is no future that he can offer her.

Tommy knows that if he were to tell Lizzie about his sickness, Lizzie would stay. She is kind that way, she loves him that much.

So, his way of honoring her - of loving her - is to let her go.

Charlie

He does the same thing with Charlie.

Despite how it pains him to part ways with his son, Tommy respects his choice and lets him go with Lizzie because he knows it’s what would be best for him.

He also knows it’s what would be best for Lizzie, because by now, Charlie is as hers as he is his.

In this season, we see Tommy ask Charlie to be there for Lizzie twice, and both times it’s when Tommy can’t be there for her himself. He wants Charlie to be what he couldn’t be, the best version of himself.

Okay, I think this post got way too image-heavy so I’ll split it in two to be safe. Specially because there’s a lot to say about the Diana and Mosley situation, not to mention Tommy/Lizzie’s last scenes lol

If anyone read this far, thank you for your time!

#peaky blinders #lizzie shelby #tommy shelby #tommylizzie #lizzie start #tv: peaky blinders #I can't believe this #I told anon that I didn't have much to say #now I can't stop typing #it helps that I found a lizzie folder full of screencaps of stuff I wanted to talk about #lmao

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how DID you become a max girlie ? ❤️

This accidentally turned very long-winded so it’s going under a read more. TLDR: I consumed all content of Daniel I could get my hands on, which naturally included a ton of Max, and he really struck me as just a weird little guy that I wanted to put in a glass jar and shake around. Related, this tiktok makes my heart burst with fondness and it explains a lot of the “I just want to perform science experiments on him and keep him fed and warm” attitude I have towards him.

It started with the on the sofa videos. He was so funny and lively, and I was extremely confused why everyone made him out to be this soulless robot. He’s clearly very passionate and serious about what matters to him (racing), but he’s just a completely normal, fun guy. Maybe his personality isn’t for everyone - he’s not going to fake nice and he doesn’t have the same universal charisma that someone like Daniel does, but he’s so funny and entertaining in a more subtle way. Daniel constantly talking about how Max is unintentionally funny is exactly it. Max is so himself, unshakeable and matter-of-fact with a little bit of goofiness and inappropriate jokes. Also, the way Max is so unimpressed by fame and celebrity is so refreshing. He doesn’t give a fuck about status, he cares if you’ll listen to his stories about his cats or play iracing with him or indulge his long-winded explanations about every nuance of the car. It’s nice to see how utterly unaffected he is by the fame.

I was already becoming turned around on him around winter-time with all this content, but I didn’t know how I’d feel about him going into a season. I started watching some old races, and he was so much fun to watch. Then I made the potentially poor choice to search “Max Verstappen” on tiktok and oooo boy. I came out of that three hours later in a fog of fondness and that weird kind of protective attraction that first strikes a lesbian’s heart when she’s about to add another little guy to her eclectic collection of celebrity men.

I’m not used to individual sports since I only watch team ones, but I became really obsessed with Max’s drive and determination to win without apology. It’s so much fun - I can’t believe people hate him for Brazil. That shit was both petty and deserved. He has his morals and beliefs and he will stand by them, and he’s not rolling over for his teammate who was happy to screw him over. I wasn’t a Max fan then, but I was so thrown off by the outrage and hatred for him. Even if we didn’t know it was about Monaco, Max takes racing so seriously. I know he wouldn’t fuck around in a race and have had these talks with the team beforehand if it wasn’t for a legitimately founded reason. I think people just want to think the worst of him at all costs.

Then I became extra endeared from his documentary. That man loves racing so much that he puts up with the utter bullshit he has to deal with every race weekend - he seemed so stressed by crowds, extra interviews, etc. He’s not here for that and doesn’t want to put on this show. He just wants to drive. And then at home and with his family, he was so soft and funny. There were so many fun little nuggets of information (Max having a Harley? Okay, slay). Of course, the cat bits were deeply important as well. It’s obvious how much his childhood affected him, even when he usually laughs off what his dad put him through or avoids discussing how he grew up largely without his mom and sister. I found him a really resilient person who became a talented driver and genuinely kind-hearted person in spite of Jos’ shit.

I love that he doesn’t put on an act with the media. I am so sick of the same platitudes, the recycled and sickly sweet and fake ways to talk around shit. I think f1 in general is way better for getting real, raw quotes (I cannot emphasize enough how fucking unbearably boring hockey pressers are. If you get a coach saying a ref did a bad job, he’s getting fined and the whole hockey world will debate it for three days). But Max in particular doesn’t hide his contempt for their bullshit and tells it how it is. It’s so funny to watch him put people in their place.

Also: cat dad. Cat dad. Cat dad!!! Very important quality to me. I know people joke about cat dads being a green flag, but they really are. Max is so sweet with his little demons. He’s also so soft and kind to children, always making time for them (which is bare minimum human decency obviously, but it’s very cute how good he is with them as well. He really engages with them and gets down to their level and understands their boundaries well - like with that girl at silverstone who was very obviously overwhelmed and shy, and he talked with her while very carefully keeping his distance to make sure she was comfortable and felt safe and had a good experience).

In sum: there was no one moment where a light bulb just went on, but he grew on me so much the more I learned about him. It’s so much fun being a Max fan (and I don’t just mean winning, though that’s very fun after being a long-suffering fan of a cruel flop hockey team). The community of Max fans is so much fun, just celebrating all his weirdness and bad habits, and genuinely loving and embracing him for all his track terrorism and obvious hatred of the f1 circus. I’ve never seen so many people talk about wanting to eat a man (his love handles and thighs are that good though, very true). Letting myself actually learn about him and love him instead of trying to conform to the peer f1blr pressure to hate on him once I realized there might be something more to him (even when half those people seem to secretly consume and enjoy content with him anyway while pretending they can’t stand any part of him) is the best thing I’ve ever done.

#um #this got very long-winded christ #i’m so sorry #long post #ask

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YEARLY EXAMINATION REPORT

September 25, 20XX

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SUBJECT INFO

Codename: 00

Name [Updated]: Nightmare

Sex: Male

Age: 506 (Estimation)

Species: Corrupt

Height: 5’7

Weight: 35

Room: C1

SUBJECT NOTES

Last updated: 18/09/20XX

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As of September 18th, all personnel are forbidden from interacting with 00 unless said interaction was approved by the Doctor in chief, the medical team and a representative from the government beforehand. Anyone trespassing that rule would be accused of treason level 5 and will be punished by torture and death.

Additionally, introducing a weapon or any lethal substance in his room will be seen as an attempt to harm 00 and will be punished by death.

If 00 were to kill anybody, the death will be covered as an accident under life threatening circumstances. Any personnel attempting to use 01 as a weapon will be harshly punished.

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The assumption of 00’s mutism has been proven false.

He is able of communication but certain conditions must be met before he can start a proper talk. As of now, only one person from the staff was able to talk to him and the criteria needed to communicate have yet to be discovered.

00 may be related to 01. The veracity of that information is to be determined.

Unlike 01, 00 has always been hostile and wary of mankind ever since the beginning and lashes out easily when an individual he deems as a threat approaches him or 01. As aggressive as he is, he has not yet killed anyone who didn’t deserve it. He seems to hold back against humans, many seem to think it is thanks to 01’s influence that none of the staff, save for the instigator of the accident, was killed.

00’s intelligence is one that the world has not yet seen. Out of all creatures protected by the Celestial Conservation Division, 00 may be the smartest one of the bunch.

His soul is shaped after a black apple, characteristic of corrupts. He is the counterpart of 01.

He mostly stays in his passive form but turns without hesitation when danger arises. When this happens, his right eye is covered by a goop veil that behaves like acid while the left one changes from a violet color to a cold turquoise color. Tendrils also appear from his back, it is plausible that we have not yet seen his full potential as we know that corrupts can create up to four tendrils when he was only seen with two of them.

He can sense when the other is in danger or in pain, which makes him go berserk when 01’s pain reaches a certain level. Whether the 01 can do this as well or not is still to be determined.

He has always been protective of 01 but that protectiveness only amplified after the accident.

How corrupts are produced is still unknown.

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PHYSICAL RESULTS

BMI: 18.5

HR: 90

S/P: None

TMP: 96.9

Eyes: Normal

Ears: Normal

Teeth: Normal

Soul: Altered

Magic: Altered

Blood: Normal

Vocal chords: Normal

Pain tolerance (01-10): 07

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His soul has been in a sort of melting state ever since the accident. It doesn’t seem to be utterly dangerous since his magic amplified instead of weakening but it may still be wise to keep an eye on his stats. As for his pain tolerance, it has increased by two stages without any real reason.

01’s pain tolerance has decreased by two stages, it is to be determined whether those two phenomenons are related or not.

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PHYSICAL RESULTS (Defence/Offence)

HR: 155

Reaction Time (ms): 1

Strength (maximum potential): 88%

Restoration Magic (MP): 89%

Speed (km/h): 36

Shield resistance (MP): 34%

Shield duration (min): 2

Stamina (MP): 90%

Negativity: 100%

Sensitivity (01-10): 05

Pain Tolerance (01-10): 08

Pain Infusion (01-10): 10

Control (01-10): 10

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It’s the first time that his negativity stat has reached 100%. Due to the nature of his power, his shield’s stats are lower than the others but he is able to compensate that with the perfect control he has over his power.

With stats like those, it is no wonder that Doctor Hate was unrecognisable when we retrieved what was left of his corpse.

However, I did note the presence of misplaced laughter during the examination. It doesn’t quite point to a problem per se but vigilance is still strongly advised.

00 will be taken to the medical wing as fast as possible for consultation.

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TEST RESULTS

Physical Response Test 100 PASSED

Emotional Response Test 100 PASSSD

Physical Control Test 100 PASSED

________ Under Pressure Test 099 PASSED

Emotional Control Test 033 FAILED

Minor Threat Response Test 100 PASSED

Minor Threat Elimination 100 PASSED

Major Threat Response Test 100 PASSED

Major Threat Elimination 100 PASSED

Mathematics Test 100 PASSED

English Test 100 PASSED

French Test 100 PASSED

Spanish Test 100 PASSED

Russian Test 100 PASSED

Mandarin Test 100 PASSED

Arabic Test 100 PASSED

Physics Test 100 PASSED

Chemistry Test 100 PASSED

Technology Test 100 PASSED

Biology Test 100 PASSED

Economic Test 100 PASSED

History Test 100 PASSED

Geography Test 100 PASSED

Morality Test 100 PASSED

PE Test 100 PASSED

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As expected, 00 has excelled in every subject but has failed the emotional control test. Every request I’ve submitted for 00 to bypass the Emotional Response Test, the Physical Control Under Pressure Test and the Emotional Control Test have been denied.

I do really think it would be better for 00’s well-being to stop being administered these tests. Now if only you would try to consider the consequences these sort of tests have on them instead of only caring about your own needs, that would be a great beginning.

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“Dear Doctor,

Please know that you are not in a suitable place to tell us what we should do or not do. The only thing we are asking from you is to keep 00 alive, which, mind you, is not a difficult task to accomplish. In future reports, refrain from making that type of inappropriate comment.”

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END OF REPORT

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This post is part of The Elysium’s Dream series.

Part 1 -- Part 2

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#nightmare #nightmare sans #lab report #laboratory #error #The Elysium’s Dream #angst #nightmare’s big brother senses are tingling

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Thelreads, MHA 260, Replies Part 2

1) “Welp, that`s one door down, alright. I forget that she`s a top-10 ranked hero for a reason, we haven`t seen her shine so far from what I can remember, but it looks like that`s about to change.”- This chapter pretty much elevated Miruko to one of the foremost examples of badass mature action girl in the manga, ranked alongside Nana Shimura herself even. 2) “Oh it was almost that. Alright, that fits as well… But oh boy, why do I feel like he isn`t as scared as he`s trying to appear? Why do I feel like he just activated an emergency code and all hell is about to break loose?”- That’s the smile of a man who’s got five aces to your royal flush. Normally this level of coordination and swarming the building with a small army would have counted as Overkill, since as far as they knew they were going to neutralise Maruta before he could lift a finger to activate every Nomu in the building, but in this case, it turned out to be the bare minimum necessary to outplay him and his precautions. After all, if all Maruta really cares about is his mad science and not the patients he interacts with mainly for the potential quirk resources, why would he bother to keep up the pretence when Twice’s quirk offered him the opportunity to have his cake and eat it? As a bonus, it also mean that the real him would never have to leave the safety of his inner sanctum and the assorted super-soldiers incubating there, but luckily he underestimated the speed and ferocity of a white rabbit who’s got the taste for blood

3) “Oh right, just as the great bunny herself jumped into the darkness filled with death and pain, yeah there`s gonna be some nomus waiting for her won`t it?”- Well, it will be shortly filled with pain and death- but not hers.

4) “OH JESUS WHAT THE FUCK

ALRIGHT, I WASN`T EXPECTING THEM TO JUST BURST THROUGH A WALL

NOR WAS I EXPECTING THE DOCTOR HERE TO JUST BE A CLONE

HOLY FUCK THAT`S WHY THEY WERE SHOWING TWICE THAT MUCH?! SO WE REMEMBERED HIS QUIRK AND HOW INCREDIBLY USEFUL THAT SHIT IS?”- This is why Twice’s quirk is such a game-changer and a dangerous threat- even outwith the possibility of the Sad Man’s Parade or cloning manpower in a fight, it simply allows you to have more valuable pieces in position on the chessboard no matter how much you attempt to outmanoeuvre and isolate them beforehand. The heroes had Maruta dead to rights, but because it wasn’t the ‘real’ Maruta, he was still able to unleash the Nomus and cause the chaos they were desperately trying to avert. That said, it also shows a chilling commitment to the goal over the individual- as shown before, the clones themselves have individuality, but this one doesn’t even blink or flinch at himself getting impaled as a consequence of luring the heroes into the radius of the Nomu’s surprise attack, and even spends his last moments of existence mocking them for being so stupid. Just like Machia, what matters to Maruta is more than his own self-preservation, it’s his master’s success and the fulfilment of their grand dreams, and he’s to sacrifice anybody- even himself- if it means elevating Tomura to becoming the ‘Symbol of Fear’. Less so with the actual Maruta, but in that case, he knows his loss is game over for their plans, and that’s something he’s terrified of. 5) “YEAH SHERLOCK, THAT`S THE BITCH THERE.

GOD DAMMIT HE PULLED A FAST ONE ON THEM AND WE DIDN`T EVEN IMAGINED”- To be fair, as far as they know- and Hawks has been keeping a very close eye on him to be certain- Twice and Maruta never really interacted or met before, so there shouldn’t have been an opportunity for him to be cloned. On the other hand, since Twice can now clone himself, keeping an eye on the original is no guarantee than a double of Twice didn’t meet with Maruta instead. Again, Twice’s quirk is simply a game-breaker of a power, because it doesn’t matter how much you amass against it, it can simply make more than what you bring to the table, and it’s impossible to keep track of all the moving pieces or possibilities it brings to every villain who’s under the PLF’s umbrella. 6) “OH, LOOK AT THAT, IT`S MY BOY SHIGGY THE RAKI, AND STILL SOME TIME AWAY FROM BEING COMPLETE. WELL, IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY NEEDED TO WAKE HIM UP BEFORE THE TIME WAS DUE TO FIGHT THE HEROES, RIGHT??? ( : “- Thankfully, whilst the heroes didn’t foresee Maruta being able to use body doubles to focus on the surgery, the fact still remains that only Tomura can benefit from this intense medical process, and Maruta can’t create more fakes to distract them from the real deal, nor speed up the recovery process from his surgery. The heroes have struck when Tomura was most vulnerable, and given the way Maruta’s hyping up his new abilities, it’s likely that’s the only advantage they’ve got over him now. 7) “WELP, FUCKING SHAME, BUT THAT`S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU PUT ALL YOUR EGGS IN A SINGLE BASKET, THE BASKET GETS STOMPED DOWN BY AN ARMY OF ANGRY HEROES AND YOU DIE, THE END.”- On the other hand, the fact that all the eggs are in one spot means that AFO and Maruta didn’t have any place else to hide them. They created a large stockpile of power and monsters of mass destruction to prepare for the long-term game to come after this, but if this is all overcome, then it’s game over for them. For Once, AFO’s plans are actually in danger of failing, so long as the heroes succeed in stopping Maruta from pressing the big, red, ‘wake up’ button. 8) “NOW YOU BETTER RUN TO THAT CONTROL PANEL, YOU KNOW THAT BOY IS YOUR ONLY HOPE OF GETTING OUT OF THIS, AND I REALLY WANT TO SEE SHIGGY FUCKING SHIT UP AGAIN.”- Ok, but consider… there’s a lot of heroes and familiar faces in the potential damage radius here, not to mention students from 1A within a 10-mile radius. Are we really ready to say goodbye to these people we’ve all gotten so attached to? 9) “OH HO HO, YOU BETTER GO FAST, THERE`S A BUNNY ON HER WAY AND YOU KNOW HOW VICIOUS BUNNIES CAN BE AFTER

DON`T WORRY IF YOU DON`T, YOU`RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT”- So, pertaining to the Jujutsu Kaisen comparison, I see this as an unfortunate consequence of realism being involved. In said comic, brutal and dark and merciless though it may be, the niceness and kindness of the main heroes is never called out as being an inherently bad thing, just something that they can’t afford as a distraction or hang-up in their line of work, lest more innocent lives get lost in the crossfire. The characters feel sad towards the people they couldn’t save, they’re allowed to grieve for them and lament the ‘what-if’ of the situation that could have enabled their survival, which befits the somewhat grim mood of the manga. In BNHA, idealistic as it is, heroes are still, at the end of the day, people. It’s never really outlined how many heroes are aware that the Nomu were once living human being like them, or if there’s a possibility that they could be ‘saved’ from their current fates, like Aizawa and Mic are clearly intending to achieve for Kurogiri, hence their intense focus on capturing Maruta so he can spill his guts over everything he did to their friend in case there’s a possibility for a cure or a reversal from their current status. But to the vast majority, they only know of the Nomu by their public reputation, by the mass acts of carnage and destruction they’ve caused in the streets and cities at the behest of the league. They can’t see the humanity hidden behind the monsters, they can only see the organic beasts straight out of a Resident Evil game, monsters who will kill them and then go on to kill innocent civilians if they don’t act decisively first. The Nomu won’t hesitate to do whatever they’re told, and given Maruta launched a massive whale-like behemoth straight through the basement to blindside the heroes he’s clearly uncaring of collateral damage, which will only benefit him in his escape if the heroes are forced to detour to protect civilians, so the swiftest way to achieve their objectives of both ‘protecting and capturing’ is simply to take the kill shot before the monsters have the chance to do too much damage, rather than pulling their punches and blowing their slim window of opportunity now that Maruta outplayed them at the last move. Ideally, heroes should be capable and strong enough to save the lives of everybody who’s in danger, but only All Might had the immense might and the skills with it to actually pull that off- everybody else is just a comparatively weaker ‘mortal’ to his ‘demigod’, and thus they don’t have the luxury of playing nice and holding back so as not to hurt others by accident. Even Knuckleduster, who’s no longer a hero, had to try resorting to lethal force in order to compensate for his lack of power in a fight against a stronger opponent. And that’s not getting into the fact that some of these poor Nomu are likely so far gone than not only is death a merciful release, even if their bodies were restored to human form, their minds would be mush from all the trauma and remodelling Maruta did to them, being little more than breathing bodies. That whale-Nomu had what looked like two brains on it, meaning it’s actually formed from two people frankensteined together into one monstrosity, and that’s not something you could conceivably undo even with years of physical and mental recovery. None of the 1A kids would be on board with this course of events, but on the other hand, the grim reality of being a hero is that you have to be willing to risk the life of your opponents against the lives you’re tyring to save from their actions, and sometimes it’s not possible to save both of them and you have to make a tough call. Right now, they might have the labels of ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ on both sides, but each person fighting is really nothing more than a solider on the battlefield, and showing mercy to your opponent will not only get you killed, it’ll endanger those you could have protected. Granted, I think some of the heroes will show mercy if they’re capable of subduing their opponents, but if not, they don’t really have much other choice but to put them down. Even going through them like a scythe through wheat, Miruko was barely able to break down the door and cut Maruta off from his escape route- if she’d hesitated even a little, Maruta would have slipped through the heroes’ grasp, so the only way to beat a heartless enemy is to make bold moves that are equally dispassionate and prioritise results over ethics for now. The stakes being as high as they are, the option of playing nice is off the table from the start.

10) “SHE FUCKING KILLED JOHNNY WHAT THE FUCK DUDE WHAT DID HE DONE TO YOU HE WAS JUST A LITTLE NOMU”- Johnny is a prime example of what I mean when I saw that the heroes have to ‘make the hard calls’ this time around. Sure, Miruko didn’t actually know he was there and his death was partially an accident, but his power would have allowed Maruta and Tomura to safely retreat and retaliate once Tomura’s modifications were finally finished, and he’s an unthinking biological monster reprogrammed to obey Maruta’s every command no matter what, so the option of convincing him doesn’t exist. Even if the heroes were inclined to see him as a once-human being, killing him is simply the only way to decisively prevent Maruta using his powers to achieve his victory condition, so putting him down was simply the best option they had. It wasn’t the only one, and it was quite a cold-hearted outlook, but it was effective.

11) “Anyway, things are gonna heat up now, won`t they? They got to the doc, the real one, and more than that, they got to Shigaraki, still far from the time to wake up, they got rid of the doc`s escape route, and there`s a fuckton of nomus around, and by the looks of it even some high-ends. Things are about to get exciting, oh my brain trembles just thinking about it!”- The good news about capturing the evil genius inside his secret hideaway is that he has no more long-term surprises to play and his back’s truly up against the wall. The bad news is that he also has no reason to hold back on any of his stored weapons and monsters anymore, so long as they buy him enough time in the end. @thelreads

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Reawakening

(July 15th, 2023)

Inspired by a Reddit Writing Prompt (https://www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/14zoa2s/wp_everyone_suddenly_remembers_their_past_lives/) ______________________________________________________

No one knows how or why it happened.

It was as if, all of a sudden, large buckets of ice-cold water had been dropped down from the heavens. For some people, though the chill certainly surprised them, it brought upon a never-before-felt sense of clarity and awareness. Others were extremely jarred by the chill, almost as though paralyzed in fright. Then there were a few who were still in denial, or simply did not care, or had no idea what was going on. Actually, scratch that, most people didn’t know (and still don’t) anything about what’s going on.

Even beforehand, there’s been plenty of tales about people, especially very young children, remembering details that should be impossible to them to know about the life of someone who came before, though plenty of people were still quite skeptical that such a thing could be possible, or perhaps that these stories were even true to begin with – after all, it sounds quite unbelievable, and how can such a thing even be concretely proven? Couldn’t these just be made up stories or exaggerations for journalists or reporters to procure more views and attention? That happens all the time in the modern-day news, and something like reincarnation, it’ll certainly get a lot of attention by anyone with an even slightly curious mind, but it’s also very easy to fabricate. Anyone can claim to have been Michelangelo reborn or to be the reincarnation of the musical artist Elton John. That doesn’t make it true, especially for those claiming to be someone like Elton John, since he’s still alive.

And, of course, even if past lives and reincarnation were real, then how come so few remember anything? Does it mean there’s some sort of requirement for remembering, or some sort of limitation? Could it mean that reincarnation is simply just very rare? There was an overwhelming number of questions, and plenty of theories, but no proven answers.

Though that may soon change. Every single person on Earth, without exception, have received a random influx overloading them with highly realistic, detailed, and vivid first-person memories of people who have lived before. In fact, it wasn’t just the humans, many of the animals were also acting very strangely. Normally calm cats suddenly became highly anxious and frightened, friendly, and loyal dogs became avoidant and distrustful, birds suddenly forgot how to fly, so on and so forth. There were also some viral Youtube videos going around of four-legged animals becoming bipedal and doing weird stuff, like that one golden cat, Abitail, almost making her humans pee themselves in fear when she stood up on her hind legs and used one of her paws to open the bedroom door.

As for the humans themselves, well, as per usual for the human race, many took to social media platforms. There were countless individuals making videos or posts about their alleged past lives, many people claimed to be famous celebrities or people throughout history, and there were large amounts of people giving claiming to be the same person but giving contradictory information and starting information/faith type wars with one another, trying to discredit the others and persuade the audience that they were not lying and were, in fact, Cleopatra, Einstein, or whatever individual they’re claiming to have been.

Like with the animals, just about every human was acting differently or strangely, too. Like it was Opposite Day and their personalities completely flipped over. There were many reported cases of people becoming instant experts in fields they had no knowledge in or were terrible at before, or gaining abilities, or even disabilities and injuries, that they didn’t before. One man in New York, previously a monolingual only able to fluently speak English like most other Americans, had suddenly turned polyglot and able to flawlessly communicate in six more languages – Spanish, French, Chinese, Turkish, and Polish, as well as Esperanto for some reason, and competent in a fair number of others. A young female athlete from the United Kingdom, who’d spent years and years working out intensely and eating healthily, spontaneously lost all that progress in an instant and now had the fitness level of an elderly person. All her years of sacrificing donuts and fries, it was wasted just like that, and now she probably wishes she had just had her fattening yet delicious cheeseburger with fries instead of some boring salad. Oh yeah, there was also a case of a college math professor, one normally known to be very intelligent and level-headed, making lots of crazy sounding claims in a sudden mania, those claims being that he was once a member of an alien race from an entirely different planet in an entirely different galaxy, and jumbling his words with a mix of English and an unknown, non-human sounding language. He’s also been caught by his students and fellow teachers to be acting, well, even “eccentric” isn’t enough to describe it. How is one supposed to describe what it looks like when some random dude is trying to drink something with their finger instead of their mouth? Even with the resurgence of past life memories, many still thought he had gone insane. Probably understandingly so.

It would take an eternity to go through all those reports, but one thing was certain, the world was in utter chaos and disarray, and everything that humanity thought they knew before about the consciousness, the mind, life, and death, all of it was now being wildly thrown into question. Identity and personality disorders had also skyrocketed overnight as people began losing their sense of self. Some people claimed to have reached “enlightenment” with new religions already being formed, some more benevolent or malevolent than others.

This could, quite possibly, be the biggest and most groundbreaking change throughout all of human history, and it will inevitably lead to shocking discoveries that will further shatter the status-quo. It is terrifying, yet also very exciting. There are people who remembered events that happened before written history had become a thing, or knew insider details about previous major historical events, some people even remembered being house pets, or had all the weird (and occasionally creepy) gossip on things like a random merchant from medieval times who kept getting his bread stand knocked over and destroyed by a ragtag group of kids and teens.

It will be difficult to adapt to, in more ways than one, but ultimately, hopefully this event will be a good one, as the understanding and knowledge it can bring seems nearly limitless, there is an incredible amount to discover and to learn.

This hectic train ride called life, it just became infinitely more meaningful and interesting. And the question of what truly happens after death even more alluring and mysterious. Although, it still raises the question of how and why this reawakening occurred, or as some conspiracy theorists would ask, who is responsible. Maybe it was aliens, the History Channel would definitely agree.

Well, those answers will likely be answered with time. After posting their viral clickbait TikToks and Youtube videos with titles like, “CLEOPATRA IS AN ALIEN!!!” and “KING GEORGE IS ACTUALLY QUEEN GEORGE?!?!?!” of course.

And disbanding the cults and trying to solve the ongoing identity crisis, that would probably also be a good idea.

What a time to be alive. ______________________________________________________

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What Happens When You Leave Rehab Centre Too Early?

If you've ever wondered what the effects of leaving rehab too early are, we have all the answers. Leaving treatment too soon can be dangerous and result in a relapse into addiction. It may also lead to mental health issues such as depression or anxiety; both of which can be very difficult to recover from once they take hold.

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Relapse is a common occurrence after leaving rehab. It's important to note that relapse is not necessarily a bad thing, but it can be dangerous if you don't know how to deal with your triggers and get yourself back into recovery. What causes relapse?

Relapse occurs when an addict returns to their old lifestyle while they are still under the influence of their addiction. The main reason why some people relapse is that they have been in rehab for too short of time or didn't take advantage of everything available at the center (such as social outings).

Some people also find themselves feeling bored once they get home from treatment and want to continue using drugs instead of taking advantage of all the programs offered at these facilities. Another cause for relapses could be related specifically to certain events that happen during treatment such as holidays etc., which may result from them being taken away from their loved ones temporarily without proper planning beforehand; this could lead to someone feeling lonely without these supports available nearby should things start going downhill again soon after returning home again!

You are not in control of your addiction.

When you leave rehab too soon, it is not just the physical withdrawal that you are experiencing. You are also going through a period of adjustment and readjustment to life outside of treatment. The first thing that happens when someone leaves rehab before they are ready is that they start feeling guilty about their decision to leave and they feel like they shouldn't have done it in the first place. This can lead them back into drug use because now there isn't anything holding them back from using again on their own terms instead of following an addiction program's schedule for when each individual wants it done at his or her own pace in order not get caught up with others who may still be struggling with chemical dependency issues themselves.

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You have left the center too early and you are not prepared to deal with triggers.

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Someone who is close to you has relapsed, like a family member or friend who has been through rehab before themselves. This can be very upsetting for someone who has lost someone they loved dearly because of drug addiction, but it's important not to let this bother us too much as we still need support from those around us during this difficult time!

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When you leave rehab too early, you are not ready to face the outside world. It can be very hard for families to see their loved ones go through this process while they themselves do not have any issues with substance abuse or alcohol addiction. Some people will choose not even visit their loved ones in order to avoid having to deal with triggers such as seeing a bottle of vodka on a table in front of them or hearing about an old addiction from someone else's perspective

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If you leave rehab too early, it will be difficult to maintain sobriety. A person who has been through the process of recovery and then relapses is likely to have a harder time staying clean. You will also have to deal with triggers that may lead you back into addiction once again.

Many people who leave rehab without sufficient support feel ashamed and guilty toward their family members—and they can't blame them! They know they had a problem, but they don't want anyone else in their lives feeling bad because of how they acted during treatment (or didn't act).

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mondstadt boys – how they kiss their s/o

mondstadt boys × gender-neutral!reader; 1k words. headcanons of how albedo, diluc, kaeya, and venti kiss their s/o. fluff/sfw.

- ̗̀ albedo ̖́-

he'd only ever heard of physical affection from lisa – and, admittedly, only because was at the wrong place at the right time.

"oh, didn't you know? when two people have affections for each other, they might kiss, and the sensation is . . . rather shocking."

romantic context or not, albedo wouldn't exactly consider being “shocked” a positive experience. he's already been electrocuted one too many times from various trials involving the odd combination of lightning prisms and noctilucous jade, and isn't eager to intentionally replicate the sensation.

however, since albedo’s involved himself with you, he makes an exception to this precedent on the daily: fleeting kisses on your cheeks when they’re rosy, on your lips when soft words are on the edge, and even around the shell of your ear. his pecks are very innocent in nature; albedo isn’t an incredibly sentimental individual, rational to nearly a fault. and even when he does choose to indulge in tender emotions, they’re in your name and exceedingly brief.

he’ll study the reactions you give, invested in the things that bring you joy – and he’s ultimately found his kisses to be one of them, so he persists.

“well then, it looks like you’re satisfied for now. hm, more? if you’re like this now, i wonder what will happen if you go without me for even a day . . . ah, purely for pondering purposes. no need to look so scandalized.”

- ̗̀ diluc ̖́-

his respect isn’t easily earned, and his affections even less likely so – but you’ve won them all the same, and he intends to cherish you, so long as you’ll have him.

moments of genuinity are cursory with diluc: he’s too accustomed to dampening his vulnerability, and substitutes it instead with deadpan consideration. oftentimes, his attempts at romantics are only charming because of his obvious inexperience – but he still tries, archons bless him.

very traditional with his courting: will only kiss you once it’s evident that you’ve relaxed around him, and with your permission. initially, diluc is rather stiff, with only inklings of warmth behind his pecks. but over time, he finds a rhythm with you; he deduces fair quickly that you’re not concerned about where he kisses you, and that you’re more pleased by the how.

“you never cease to teach me new things . . . was that not to your liking? we should try again, with something different. huh, that sounded ’lewd’? who do you take me for – ”

antics aside, the heat behind his kisses evolves: diluc learns how to let go of his rigid composure and melt into you, abdicating the guard that he’s so carefully built around himself. fingers fluttering around your jaw, cradling your face in his calloused palms as his thumbs brush over your cheeks. piece by piece giving up his turmoil and pushing aside the burden on his shoulders – just for you, just for now.

- ̗̀ kaeya ̖́-

if kaeya is a winter storm, then you’re the water he paralyzes; inescapable, brazen, and even sometimes underhanded, his trek is as stunning as it is all-consuming. no matter what you do, he always seems to know two steps beforehand, and if you hadn’t known better, you would’ve assumed that he could read minds.

but no, he can’t – he’s just unbelievably proficient at reading you, the homey porch to his midnight snow, and his precious, frost-nipped calla lily. he can elicit a reaction from you with just a few words, and on occasion, with the help of a few gestures as well.

from the top of your head to the tips of your fingers, his lips are an instrument of war, and the claim to victory is the spark in your eyes. whatever prompts a smile on your face, even if you giggle yourself off the couch at his foolery, he’d be more than willing to undertake.

“haha, you always put up a brave front. relax now; let me take over. you’ve worked hard, and my lily should enjoy themselves after a long day.”

whether it be in the favonius library, through the forests of windrise, or the ruins of starfell valley, kaeya will find any reason he can to pamper you with his kisses. the occasion doesn’t matter, only the presentation and the joy you receive – he’s quite the tease, coy and knowing when he can tug on that string around your heart a little more, before willingly falling victim into your sincerities.

- ̗̀ venti ̖́-

whimsical and mercurial in agenda, barbatos is never one to stay in place for long. it’s not that he’s innately restless, only that he has the calling to something other: to explore, trifle, and experience.

“it’s been such a long time since i’ve had a lasting companion . . . gah, nevermind my own thoughts! this is a time to celebrate, preferably at a nearby tavern, where there’ll be plenty of song and dance to go around . . . among other things.”

the pecks he gives you are few and far between – unlike his presented spirit, his vulnerability has been locked away long ago. hundreds of years of witnessing, drifting, and existing, don’t exactly bode well with the soul. he might poke fun at the flush in your cheeks, or rag good-naturedly on your unorthodox thoughts, but this is how he’s always carried himself, and the wind never reveals its secrets upfront.

at the base of the great tree in windrise is where you first kissed. just as an autumn gust nips at one’s skin, venti’s pecks are primarily experimental and secondarily chaste. attachment isn’t something that comes easily to him, despite his ostentatious presentations, and the part of him that’s uncertain of the future conveys itself when his lips meet your skin.

but he will keep his perseverance for you. lips at the shell of your ear when you lean on him, his midnight lullabies cherishing your presence, lulling you to bright days ahead, alongside him.

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dreamcatcher139 · 2 years

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A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

Author's note: This is a Christmas gift for all my Drew-crazy-bitches (just like myself). Excuse the cheesiness and Happy Holidays!

Warnings: my bad English, a little bit of alcohol consumption, slight swearing, a lot of clichés!

Summary: Will-they-won’t-they game between Drew and (Y/N) coming to an end.

Hope you’ll like it!

Chase initiated a get-together through a message in the group chat. Somehow everyone found themselves in the same city at the same time and agreed to hang out before heading home for the Holidays and parting their ways again for an unknown amount of time. And what better way is there to start the Christmas spirit than go to the Christmas fair together?

Drew offered to pick you up on his way over to the meeting point with Chase, JD, Austin, Madison, Rudy, and Madelyn. You gladly accepted his kind offer. It wasn't the first time you two would meet up beforehand and arrive together.

You met them all a little over a year ago on the set of Netflix series Outer Banks and as you slowly started to get to know the entire cast, you grew closest to the tall, handsome, funny, and extremely kind individual. Ever since the moment you met Drew, you were dancing on the thin line between friends and lovers. Out of all the people you work with on the series, you had the most inside jokes with Drew, you voluntarily spent most of your free time with him and knew him far better than any of his castmates (even though you grew quite close to them all). Throughout a very short time, he became a part of your everyday life. If you weren’t in the same town hanging out at his or your apartment, you were texting, calling, and even FaceTiming each other. Drew knew even the smallest details about your persona and shared everything about him with you shamelessly, too.

Even though you called each other best friends, no one needed a magnifier to see that you both have feelings deeper than most friends do. Your relationship was flirty, playful, and exciting.

Drew always made sure to add fuel to the fire that was slowly burning inside you. The gentle and lustful looks he would give you across the room when you were at a party. The effortless flirting accompanied by his signature devilish smirk. Not to mention the amount of physical touch involved in your interrelation. Drew would always rest his elbows on your shoulders and gently place his chin on top of your head when you were waiting in lines. You would lean into him and rest your head against his chest while sitting on the couch next to each other and watching TV or reading books. Other times you would absentmindedly start scratching his head or playing with his hair. All the warm hugs you shared, his hand on your thigh under the table at events to keep you relaxed, borrowing his hoodies and jackets when you were cold…

Despite it all, not once did you or Drew cross that line that was still keeping you just friends. The dynamics of your relationship were fun and you didn’t think much about it. It was comfortable.

The sound of your doorbell ripped apart the peaceful silence that was ruling in your apartment, signaling you were late again. You hurried towards the door, quickly pressed the small button on your intercom to let Drew into the building, and slightly opened your apartment door so that he could come in once he climbed up. You ran to your bedroom, hurriedly scanning through outfit options in your head.

“Are you not ready yet?” Drew yelled after entering your humble home. He instantly kicked off his shoes and shrugged the jacket off his shoulders, knowing damn well you weren’t ready to go.

He went straight to your room to greet you properly, only to find you pulling out some pants and a jumper from your closet.

“I needed you to tell me what the weather was like outside first so that I can get dressed.” You lied with a big smile across your face, knowing he won’t believe the excuse you offered this time.

“It’s December, (Y/N). It’s cold outside.” He playfully rolled his eyes and decided to lean against your wardrobe. If he sits down and gets too comfortable, you would take forever to finish getting ready. He learned the hard way he had to look like he was waiting for you in order for you to hurry, even though he didn’t mind watching you do everyday things.

You automatically pulled your sweatpants down your legs and sat on the edge of your bed to put on some thin leggings before slipping on a pair of jeans. You wanted to be warm, knowing you were going to be spending the next few hours out on the cold streets.

Drew cleared his throat. “A little warning would’ve been nice.”

“Oh c’mon, you’ve seen me in bikinis hundreds of times before, Starkey. This is not any different.” You protested. It wasn’t the first time you were changing in front of him either, and he, too, changed in front of you a certain number of times. You were sure you both did it to provoke the other one, the sexual tension in the room usually rising to an unbearable level.

“You wanted me to hurry. Besides, I’m sure you’re super happy to see this sexy grandma underwear.” You joked.

Drew visibly swallowed, his eyes glued to your smooth bare legs. If you only knew the effect you had on him. He was in love with you pretty much since the moment he met you but never really did anything about it because you always responded to him so well. It was like you were aware of his feelings and effortlessly reciprocated everything. He felt like he was see-through, but you made it enjoyable.

“Stop looking at me, creep!” You picked up the grey sweatpants you were wearing before from the floor and threw them in his direction. He successfully avoided the projectile and smirked contently.

“I’m going to change my shirt now. Turn around.” You ordered, and he did as you asked, busying himself with the items on the shelves in your room. His eyes scanned over the souvenirs you had collected so far, recognizing some from the trips you took during the filming of Outer Banks. He helped you pick some of them out.

You put on a camisole, a fresh long-sleeved shirt, and the jumper you chose earlier because you were determined not to freeze to death tonight. Layering was the key to your success.

“Hey, is my Christmas present somewhere in this room?” Drew suddenly asked, his eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Yeah.” You said dead-serious.

He turned around surprised, not expecting that answer. You could read from his features that he was actively pondering where the gift might be.

“It’s an exclusive annual subscription for my friendship.” You smirked, watching as the realization that you were kidding with him settled across his face.

“I was hoping to get something better.” He jokingly frowned. “I got the same thing last year.”

You dramatically put your hand over your chest, pretending to be hurt by his words. But you quickly dropped the act to gather the things you needed to put in your bag so that you can both finally leave your apartment.

“As if I would actually tell you where it is, dumbass.” You smiled as you passed by him, searching for your lip balm.

“You haven’t even bought it yet!” He pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face because he figured you out.

“Have you bought mine?” You stroke back and put your hands on your hips. You knowingly crooked one eyebrow for a more dramatic effect.

“It’s still in the store.” Drew raised his hands in defeat, your accusation eliciting a charming smile from him. “But I know what I’m gonna get you!”

“See?” You smiled back. “We’re equally bad friends to each other! 5 days till Christmas, still haven’t bought any presents.”

You brought up how good your present for his birthday was this year and continued discussing what others bought him, while finally finishing getting ready and leaving your apartment at last.

You were, of course, the last ones to join the group, quickly attacking them with hugs as your usual form of greeting. After the initial exchange about how was everyone doing and why they were in the city in the first place, you decided to stroll down the street between all the small stands and fairy lights that hung loosely above your heads. You even bought some small presents for your mom and other relatives you’d be seeing during the Holiday season. Madelyn was gushing about all the handmade little ornaments you guys passed by and eventually ended up buying enough decorations for two Christmas trees.

Once you reached the stands with food and drinks, you decided to settle around one of the outside tables and have some mulled wine underneath the orange lights of the heaters. Hot breathes turned into the white mist while you were talking and laughing, the cold air pinching you for your cheeks and noses. In one moment you realized how much you missed all of them, and couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be working with people who you could easily call your best friends now.

Austin opened the topic of shooting the third season of OBX, and everyone joined in with memories of different adventures you had so far. With every told anecdote the volume of everyone’s laughter turned up a little, to the point you were sure every single person at that Christmas market was infected by your cheerful energy.

“I miss the hot summer days in Barbados.” JD admitted, taking a long sip from his cup.

“Tell me about it, my fingers are about to fall off.” You said, pulling the sleeves of your jumper over your frozen hands. Drew, who was standing next to you, started pulling his own hands from the pockets of his winter jacket.

“You didn’t bring gloves?” Madison asked, raising her hands covered in fashionable woolen gloves and wiggling her fingers.

“I forgot.” You shrugged.

You continued explaining how you were certain your body thermostat wasn’t working, and how you were actually a reptile, because your body was always taking on the outside temperature. While you were rambling about your inability to produce your own heat, Drew gently took your hands and completely engulfed your smaller palms in his own to try and warm them up. The gesture was so innocent and caring, not only did your hands start warming up, but also your heart. After you finished talking, you gave him a small grateful smile, and he rubbed his thumb over yours in understanding.

“I almost forgot!” Madison suddenly exclaimed and everyone’s heads turned her way. “There’s a Ferris wheel not too far away from here.” She tried her best to give everyone pleading puppy eyes.

Madelyn excitedly agreed to go without any persuasion, and you decided to accompany them, reluctantly pulling your hands away from Drew’s warm touch. The guys were determined to stay for another round of mulled wine while you girls were away, in hopes to finally interrogate Drew about what was going on between you two without your presence there. Madison and Madelyn luckily already learned that asking you questions about your relationship with Drew was barren soil because you always offered the same boring answer: You were just really good friends. So they started talking about the plans for New Year’s Eve and all the outfit options they managed to come up with for the occasion.

The ride on the Ferris wheel was a great idea. You couldn’t believe how beautiful the city was at night, covered in Christmas decorations and heaps of tiny lamps, making you feel like you were in some kind of magic land. The only thing that was missing was a thin layer of pearl white snow covering the roofs and the sides of the roads. And maybe Drew’s hand wrapped around your shoulders.

Madelyn made sure to take hundreds of pictures of the view, and a few selfies with both you and Madison for her Instagram Story before the ride was over, and you reunited with the male part of your crew.

“I’m hungry.” Rudy suddenly declared. His statement was met with a few nodding heads and words of agreement. Your stomach grumbled, suddenly very aware of all the delicious scents that were mixing in the air. Several types of sausages, burgers, pulled pork, apple pies, dumplings, fritters… You could smell it all.

After everyone decided what they wanted to eat, you split into pairs and agreed on who would buy what. JD chose to stay at the table and save everyone their seats while Austin went to get another round of drinks. You and Drew lined up to get some hot dogs.

“Did you guys gossip about us while we were away?” You teased, suggestively wiggling your eyebrows.

“Of course.” Drew smiled down at you. “Did you cry because I didn’t go to the Ferris wheel with you?”

“I cried the entire ride; you know I have a terrible separation anxiety.” You tried your best to fake a sad expression on your face but then got serious. “But seriously, the view is so nice. You should come with me next time.”

The line shifted, so you both took a few steps forward, getting closer to your target. Completely engulfed in the teasing interaction with Drew, you haven’t realized there was a huge candy cane decorating the side of the booth with hot dogs, a mistletoe hanging from its end.

Due to his height, Drew was the first one to notice the mistletoe that was dangling dangerously close to his forehead. He stopped with his teasing comments, an amused smirk playing across his face.

"What are you looking at?" You asked and looked up. Your eyes switched between the mistletoe and Drew's face a few times, not sure why was he suddenly looking at you like that. Like you were the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on. Like he was about to kiss you.

"You're not serious right now, are you?" You asked nervously. Your defense mechanism was rambling, and you were just about to start doing that.

"You're not seriously going to follow this stupid cheesy tradition? You out of all people?" You started gesticulating wildly. "Starkey, you are the one who invented drinking games based on cheesy Christmas movies. We're usually the ones mocking people who kiss under the mistletoe..."

"Will you just shut up already?" Drew cut you off. He was staring at you adoringly, finding your nervousness extremely cute. Everything you were saying was true, but this fucking mistletoe was the perfect excuse to finally kiss you. He wanted to do that for God knows how long, and he was grabbing the opportunity tightly with both hands.

"Make me." You said, not sure where this sudden sass was coming from.

Drew raised his eyebrows in surprise but didn't take long to do what you asked him to. He leaned in carefully and pressed his lips against yours. For a few seconds, you both just stood there frozen, adjusting to this new form of touch. And then you started moving your lips, him soon following your actions, as you fought to find the perfect rhythm. His arms wrapped around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer to his body. Once you were pressed tightly against his chest, you grabbed the fabric of his jacket with both hands, wanting to pull him even closer. You completely forgot about the cold or your empty stomach. You haven't noticed some people bypassing you, not wanting to interrupt you by saying that you were next in line for hot dogs. All you could feel were Drew's smooth and gentle lips and the goosebumps that traveled through your body that had nothing to do with the weather. He tasted like wine, cinnamon, and a hint of tobacco. All that mixed with his woody cologne completely drove you crazy. Drew was overflowing your every sense, and you didn't want him to stop kissing you. You were already addicted to him.

Just as he licked your bottom lip to imply that he was about to deepen the kiss, you heard a familiar voice shouting excitedly.

“It's a Christmas miracle! They kissed!" You unwillingly pulled away from each other, only to see Rudy, with a hamburger in each hand, looking at you with a huge grin plastered across his face.

"Please, do continue!" He assured and almost ran back to your table, eager to tell everyone what he witnessed.

Drew laughed, his head slightly falling back while you shyly tried to hide your flushed face in his chest. He rubbed your back a few times, helping you relax.

"C'mon, let's get those hot dogs and mentally prepare for their interrogation." He stepped away from you a bit to reclaim his spot in the line. You frowned, knowing your friends would give you a hard time about it, and unconsciously grabbed Drew's hand.

"Let's ditch them and go kiss somewhere in private." Your offer made him laugh again. He intertwined his fingers with yours, lightly squeezing your hand.

"I like that idea." He concluded, even though you both knew you were staying right where you were, holding hands and looking at each other with heart-eyes.

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