#and the thing is i wouldn‘t even have minded but it was the fact that 1) i did not ever agree to this

[charlie-rulerofhell]

okay, so i just found this post as really badly timed screenshots (it somehow managed to cut out all of chris‘s flirts towards men here) on instagram, so i decided to share it again in its full glory, after all this time, to provide you all with chris-panromantic-flirting-disaster-harms the way he should be

the smoothest flirt

[guiltyreverie]

Remedy

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x reader

Content tags: enemies to lovers; slow burn; afab!reader; clan issues; LOOOONG fic (check word count), there will be another part

Warnings: slow burn, gojo being a dick (even geto can’t save him here), enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, pain :)

Word count: 17.1k

A/N: I need to cope with current manga events and distracting myself with gojo content works best also why do I have the fucking the tendency to never get to the point (at least explains the length of this fic ._.)

There weren‘t many consistencies in your life, if you were being honest to yourself, after all being a jujutsu sorcerer meant having to predict the unpredictable and be prepared for any possibilities, at least thats what those stupid clan elders drilled into your brain at every possible moment but honestly speaking absolutely nothing could‘ve prepared you for Gojo Satoru to be the worst fucking asshole you have and probably will ever meet. You knew since you were a toddler you were promised to this asshole; binding vow infused with cursed technique and what not, basically it meant you keep the promise to get married and stay with Gojo Satoru or the cursed energy will kill you. At this rate though, you‘d consider just dying instead of marrying him, that‘s how insufferable he is.

For as long as you can remember all your family relatives would tell you day in and day out that you were lucky, you would marry the person that‘s guaranteed to have a successful life and you should be grateful for that but honestly, the moment this spoiled toddler looked at you like you were a cockroach and then called you ugly you have felt anything but grateful. In fact that was the first time you felt such inexplicable rage that you straight up threw your ballerina shoe at him and all your mother could do was pick you up and carry you as far away as possible from each other all while you stuck out your tongue at this dummy that called you ugly. Once you guys were far enough away from each other you had to listen to your mother rant about how you shouldn’t treat the treasure of the Gojo-clan like that or she might get in trouble. It felt unfair and this was only the first of many other scoldings to come.

The second time you meet him, your mother specifically asked you to behave, if not, you wouldn‘t be allowed to have dessert and god you‘d die for that dessert. Keeping the dessert in mind you tell yourself you can do this, he‘s just a spoiled baby after all but the moment he looked at you it already felt like he was itching for a punch. He turned around towards his caretaker and actually asked her: “if he really had to marry you“. This time only the dessert your mother told you about protected him because otherwise he would have tasted both of your ballerina shoes. You almost spat at him that you didn’t want to marry this brat either but your mothers warning glance was the only thing keeping your mouth shut. Then Satoru decided he had enough of looking at your ugly face and just turned around without a single word and left you guys. God you really wanted to throw a stone at him. Your mother looked at you and said: “not to worry because boys are mean when they like you.“. This was the first time you actually contemplated your mothers sanity bc why would someone be mean to someone they like. That’s how you decided to hate your future husband and show him exactly that, no matter the consequences.

The third meeting was actually longer than the other two, simply because this time your caretakers decided that a picnic would be nice and good for you two to get to know each other and familiarize yourselves with one another. This time you were prepared for the inevitable, when your nanny asked why you needed a rock you‘d simply state that it was a gift for Satoru and she gushed over how adorable you were being, what she failed to realize was, that it was anything but a gift for him but rather a meanie hitter in case he‘d be a jerk again. Now you two were facing each other and forcefully greeted one another and the nannies both unpacked their lunch and set it up in the middle for all of you to eat. Now, being the respectful child you were raised to be, you thanked them but Satoru let out a simple „hmph“ and began to eat only to spat it out right into your face. He started to complain about how salty the food was and if it weren‘t for your shock in that moment you would‘ve already hit him with your ‚gift‘ but lucky for him your nanny was already distracting you by wiping away the food in your face and then turning to Satoru to apologize since she didn’t know his food preference. Satoru looked at her in disgust and complained about how she lacks basic cooking skills for a mere nanny. That was also the last time you‘ve seen her on your estate and that really made you hate Gojo tenfold. After that day you vow to yourself to make his life just as miserable but the elders decided to stop letting you guys meet until you both were more mature.

The next time you see Gojo, you were both 8 years old and to none of your surprise he still was the same jerk only this time he pulled your hair and called you a pig but there was no one to hold you back from attacking him with a stick to the point you chased him through the entire estate until you actually tripped and hurt yourself and with tears in your eyes you had to listen to Gojos demeaning laughter while he insulted you one more time for good measure.

That’s how you‘d describe your entire childhood with Gojo Satoru up until you are both in Jujutsu High. After not seeing him for about two years, you could argue that he might‘ve changed but it‘s Gojo Satoru, your hopes are as low as believing this arranged marriage can be canceled.

The first time you see him again was while your teacher was introducing you to the other teams and just seeing his face gave you shivers of disgust. He‘d grin obnoxiously at you and all you can do is scoff, while the teacher talks about teams and what not. You were so enraged at seeing him you couldn‘t even listen to what Yaga was saying.

„Yo, did ya miss me? Bet ya did, it‘s not like you can see a handsome face like this every day.“, Satoru grins and it takes your entire might not to just punch him square in the face.

You grit your teeth at the pest you‘d have to see every day now and take a deep breath to calm down: „I might start to miss your face, when it‘s actually handsome, Gojo.“ you shrug and then glance at the guy with long black hair behind him losing his shit and slapping Gojos shoulder.

„Can‘t say I disagree, Satoru.“ he‘d press in between laughters and Gojo would immediately protest, turn around and kick him while he whines about him not having his back.

You just stare at the long haired guy with an amused grin, then look back to Gojo, almost cringe at him, then turn back to the guy standing beside him, „Geto Suguru, nice to meet you, Y/n. I‘ve heard a lot about you.“ he‘d bow slightly and your eyes almost widen in surprise, how can Gojo be friends with such a respectful guy.

„Knowing Gojo, it was probably only bad stuff“, you chuckle and bow to him as well. You raise an eyebrow, provocatively: „rather it surprises me how Gojo managed to find an actually respectful friend.“ you glance at Gojo one more time for good measure, only for him to grin then stick out his tongue at you

„Not all of us are incapable of making friends.“, he states nonchalantly, but the provocative and amused grin on his face betrays him. It really took almost everything in you not to smash his pretty face into the ground and beat it black and blue, but it seems like Geto was one step ahead by smacking him on the back of his head while he scolds him about being respectful to your fiancé.

Gojo in return simply mocks him, then whines about how you two are ganging up on him while he crosses his arms like a child. You‘d just shrug and then say; „it‘s not our fault, you‘re simply insufferable.“

His pout grows even bigger and you had to giggle because he looked like a bubbling fish, that‘s how ridiculous he was getting. He stopped pouting and kept staring at you, his face neutral. Gojo Satoru always was unreadable to you but in this moment he felt like another mystery of the world. Just what is going on in his head? You stopped asking yourself that a long time ago, there was no point in trying to understand him because you simply never would. The silence between you three was turning awkward very quickly and you decide to pull away from this meeting, deciding that you have much better things to do than have Gojo gawk at your face and most likely start to point out all your flaws and insecurities. You bid them farewell with an awkward smile and head to your designated room for the school year.

With a new place came a sense of loneliness that could hardly be described, it‘s comparable to a lack of warmth that flows from the blank walls that have absolutely zero memories attached to them, but you were determined to fill your heart up with beautiful memories in this place as well. This wouldn‘t remain a blank space; you refuse to allow that. You take a deep breath, your clenched jaw unclenching and your shoulders start to relax; the tension, you didn’t even realize had built up, slowly releasing and you felt like you were able to clear your anxiety slowly. This is going to be fine.

You unpack everything from your belongings and decorate the room, make it feel more like yours. The walls slowly are filled with small photos or gifts from clan members and friends. You smile proudly to yourself and put a frame containing a picture of you and your mom and put it on the desk. You hum happily: „I should buy some decorations whenever I have the time to check out the city“. You start to plan what you‘d like to have and whatnot. Some small plants would be nice but a low maintenance plant would fit your busy schedule more, maybe a cactus, at least you wouldn‘t have to worry about watering it, you chuckle to yourself.

A small knock at the door interrupts your planning process. You turn around and walk towards the door and open it swiftly, only to be faced with one of your teammates, Haname. She smiles and gives you a small wave: „Heya, I was done with setting up and was bored out of my mind, so I figured I should check out how my fellow mates are doing.“, she winks and basically barges into your room and looks around in curiosity. Your eyes widen in surprise when she pushes you away to enter the room and you can‘t help but think of a familiar white-haired pest at her boldness, but hers was more adorable, you didn‘t mind.

You continue to observe her, while she is looking around. Her cheeks seem naturally flushed and she had a round face, she reminded you of a squirrel, but it made her look very adorable. She had a small scar on her chin, it made her cute appearance seem a little more serious. You shake your head at your own thought process, it's rude to observe someone to this extent.

A loud sudden gasp interrupts your thought process, „is this your mother?“, Haname asks wide-eyed, „she‘s absolutely gorgeous, you obviously got those good genes from her, oh my god!“

You widen your eyes for the second time in the span of a few minutes, there‘s a small heat growing on your cheeks at her implied compliment, you knew you weren‘t bad looking but someone complimenting you so straight-forward was a rather rare occurrence.

„She‘s breathtaking, isn‘t she“, you smile in fondness, cheeks still flushed and you couldn‘t help but slowly grow fond of this bundle of energy in front of you.

In response she almost beams: „Absolutely! You‘re very similar to her, y‘know?“

You shake your head a little flustered and grin at her, you might‘ve found a new good friend in Jujutsu High: „You‘re also very cute, y‘know?“

She seems to beam even brighter at your compliment and grins and she throws her hair back in an exaggerated manner: „Thanks, gorgeous.“, she winks at you playfully. „So, do you have any plans for today, or can I kidnap you for the day? I heard from a second year there‘s an insane soba noodle restaurant nearby and I can‘t be bothered to go if I‘m alone.“

You tilt your head at her enthusiasm and seeming extroversion: „Just when did you meet a second year?“, you wonder out loud and laugh. You gesture towards the door: „After you.“, you smile looking forward to this unexpected event.

She nods and takes a step forward: „I just met them while I was checking out the training grounds. They‘re humongous, especially considering the lack of Jujutsu students, anyways they were there training and I watched them. Y‘know get some training ideas by observing and when they took a break I talked to them about the school, classes and so on. They were really nice and helpful! I hope everyone here is like that but you never know.“, she shrugs, as if to say, maybe there are assholes here, too.

You laugh at her enthusiasm and her willingness to talk to just about anyone: „You really do have a way with people don‘t you? I bet you could even make Gojo be nice to you.“, your left hand immediately starts to itch when you think about Gojo being rude to her but that‘s a matter for when they actually meet, which will probably be not far into the future, considering that first year students have classes together, despite being in different teams.

She halts in her movements, turns towards you, tilts her head a little to the right and looks at you in confusion: „Who the hell is Gojo? Do I have to know him? Sorry I don't come from a clan or something so I‘m not that good with sorcerer connections.“, she sighs defeated and grabs the back of her neck apologetically.

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, wondering how to explain Gojo Satoru to her, without complimenting his sorcerer abilities and sadly these go hand in hand; that jerk is a confident bastard and he has reason to back it up sadly. „Well, how do I put this,“, your fingers reach for your chin in a thinking manner, „Gojo Satoru, is the next clan head of the Gojo-clan, he has inherited two insanely strong Gojo-clan techniques, the infamous Six Eyes and the Limitless technique. He will most likely become the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer in the future, but I beg you with my entire combined pride, don‘t ever tell him I said this, or I might have to either kill myself or him.“, you explain and warn her. You sigh already feeling a headache forming at the image of his sly grin, if he ever got to hear you say this about him.

She grumbles in response to the new information: „Oh god, an overconfident man and he has valid reasons for that?“, she massages the space between her eyebrows, „i can already imagine just how annoying he is.“

„The. Absolute. Worst. And because of our insane luck, he is also a first year student,“, you smile at her sarcastically, your voice dripping with fake enthusiasm, „and knowing him, when he finds out you hang out with me, he‘ll also probably try to bother you to no end.“, you grumble at the thought of him bothering Haname, but you know it‘s inevitable, he‘ll probably pester all of the students, it‘s just a matter of time.

She sighs: „Well at least you warned me.“, now she grins at you and takes your hand to lead you out of the building and you follow her lead, shaking off the negative feelings that come with Gojo Satoru. At this point it‘s really just a buy one take two for free deal.

Soon the two of you arrived in the heart of the city, you were surrounded by crowds, people were walking by, tourists were reading a map, children were laughing and running around. You grin to yourself; now this is definitely the heart of this place, a new city means a new you. You can work towards improving yourself, become a better sorcerer, nothing is gonna stop you now.

You look at Haname and smile seeing that she‘s just as infatuated with the city as you. You link your arms together so you won‘t lose each other in the crowd. It would be an immense pain in the ass if you lost each other and you really didn‘t want that to happen on the very first day. When you link your arms together she seems to snap back to herself and she drags you forward, probably towards the restaurant she mentioned earlier. Thus your first day concludes with exploring through the city, buying some plants and decorations for each other's room and getting snacks for late nights while gossiping and wondering about the following school year.

The first day of classes started off pretty hectic, you were the type of person to prefer to sleep in for longer than you probably should, so when you realized you woke up an entire 20 minutes after you initially planned to get up, all hell broke loose. You cursed at your habit and got up as fast as possible. After all, you should at least try to look decent on the first day of school. You silently praise yourself at doing overnight curls, at least this would save you a lot of time. You brush your teeth quickly and do your make up so fast, you‘re finished almost entirely 20 minutes earlier than you usually would. You quickly put on your school uniform and check the time, it‘s 7:40 am. At least you were gonna be punctual and not embarrass yourself on the very first day.

While you put on your shoes there‘s a light knock on your door, you can bet it‘s most likely Haname. You open the door, smile a ‘good morning’ at Haname, take your backpack and step out of your room ready to face the first day of classes.

Soon the two of you arrive at the class, which you managed to find easily because Haname also checked out the rooms yesterday. You find yourself being more and more grateful for her presence in your life; she makes it 20 times easier to navigate through everything.

The both of you step in and are immediately faced with the rest of your classmates, one of them being your new teammate. You smile at him and he gives you a small nod back. Even when you first introduced yourself he didn‘t seem like much of a talker, so a small nod seemed like a good sense of appreciation from your teammate and you nod back at him. Haname went ahead and sat herself down in a free spot behind him, so you shrug and decide to do the same and sit next to Haname. The pest- Gojo still doesn‘t seem to be here and you let out a small relief, unsure if you could handle him and his shenanigans this early in the morning. If you were to be honest, if there ever were to be a bounty on Gojo Satoru‘s head you‘d be the one who‘d have put it up.

The devil seems to work hard today because the moment you thought of this, the door flung open and his pesky voice greeted everyone, his teammate Geto seemed to be with him and greeted everyone in a much quieter tone as well. You grumbled as if someone had just threatened to kill you and your entire family and mentally prepare yourself for the incoming headache which comes kind of hand in hand with Gojo‘s presence.

Gojo turns to look at you, probably already having sensed your death stare from thousands of miles away and grins at you and then the seat next to you. You widen your eyes at him and can already imagine his train of thought.

You shake your head at him: „Don‘t you dare even think about it, Gojo.“, you threaten your voice dripping with the intention to kill him

He looks at you mischievously and hums: „it‘s a free country, though? I can do whatever I want, whenever I want.“, he smiles, his eyes glinting provocatively and he pulls up the chair next to you. „Besides it‘s not my fault you can‘t focus in class when you‘re next to me.“, he grins slyly and it takes absolutely every inch of self-restraint in you not to push him off from the chair.

„Sometimes I feel like you were born just to piss me off“, you sigh in defeat, knowing that it‘s impossible to stop him from whatever he set his mind to.

„Please, honey“, he chuckles and leans closer to you while he rest his head on his hand, you scoff at the nickname and you already knew Haname would have to restrain you in the next few seconds, „you should stop being so self-centered, not everything revolves around you and that includes my birth.“, now he is fully smirking at you in victory.

You narrow your eyes at him and retort: “honey, if the world revolved around me, I wouldn’t have to marry you.”

The rest of the class who had been listening to your bickering, now visibly widened their eyes in surprise. Out of all the things that were to be expected, this wasn’t one of them. Your eyes slightly shifted around and sighed at your slip of the tongue, god you really didn’t want everyone to know this early about your predicament. You take a deep breath and start to take out your materials: “Let’s drop this, Gojo, it’s too early for me to be arguing with you already.”, you say almost pleadingly.

Gojo stares at you for a few seconds, which feels like an eternity to you, waiting for his response. Surprisingly he just slightly nods and drops the topic and you almost narrow your eyes at him again in confusion; Gojo never bothers to listen to you after all. You give him a small nod of appreciation and glance at Haname, who is already looking at you as if you had two heads and you almost sigh out loud again and curse yourself once again for already letting everyone know about your engagement with Gojo. She looks at you as if she was expecting an explanation and you whisper that you’ll tell her later about it all and soon after the teacher enters the room and the lesson starts.

While Gojo isn’t actively bothering you, you can feel him constantly glancing or just straight up staring at you, his constant gaze bothering you, you have enough and take a slip of paper and write down ‘Can you stop staring at me?’ then push it towards his table while still focusing on the teacher.

Gojo almost immediately takes the note, scribbles something down and you can see his spreading grin from the corner of your eyes. He pushes the note back towards you and you read his reply ‘Does my attention distract you that much?’.

Your eyes roll almost automatically, you should have expected this, though, he wouldn’t have stayed nice for too long, it’s too out of character for him. You scribble down ‘yes, you’re like a mosquito’ and push it back to him, this time you were the one grinning in satisfaction.

You can see him pouting and then he suddenly pokes at your side. You let out a yelp in surprise, drawing in the attention of everyone in the room. You grit your teeth in embarrassment and tell the teacher you just hit your knee at the table while adjusting your seating position and as soon as his focus is back on the board you glare at Gojo.

He grins at you and whispers: “That’s what you get for calling me a mosquito”

You glare at him again for good measure and whisper back: “i hate you”

He smiles and winks at you and then decided to focus back on what the teacher is saying, as if he’s ignoring you and your response, his lack of proper response seems to irk you even more and you kick him -not so hard to draw attention- under the table, this time you were the one smiling and he was glaring at you. Now you tried to focus on the lesson but the smile never left your face. As much as you hated Gojo you did love when you annoyed him.

While you copy the board Gojo slips a piece of paper towards you which states ‘it’s not over’ and you look at him from the corner of your eyes and start to wonder just what is going on inside his head when he smirks at you but you knew you had to prepare for the worst; when Gojos little head is completely functioning it doesn’t do small actions. You turn around the piece of paper to respond ‘I’m absolutely terrified :o’ and grin to yourself and push it back on his desk.

He gave one small look at the teacher to check if he was still facing the board and then came closer to your face, specifically your ear. Goosebumps ran all over your neck at the sudden close proximity and you had to fight the urge to scream at him and push him away, you didn’t want to get scolded by the teacher on the very first day. You turn to face him- big mistake- he was so close to your face, your noses almost touched and you could feel his breath on your face. Your eyes widen in surprise and you gulp, ‘why did he have to have such pretty eyes’, you start to think to yourself and you almost catch yourself getting lost in them and you flinch back, you turn around to face the board again and put some distance between you, you are more than ready to pretend this never happened. This was completely new territory you didn’t wish to explore with Gojo.

While you did put physical distance between you guys he had reached something today you never knew he could and that idea of vulnerability terrified you, this man isn‘t to be trusted and liked, at least that‘s what you can be sure about. Even if there was something going on you can still pretend it never did you tell yourself.

The only problem is that reality is a bitch and Gojo Satoru is an even bigger bitch and he notices the faint blush on your ears and has to smirk to himself and you really were unsure if you were ready to face whatever is gonna happen next because you knew showing vulnerability to Gojo never leads to anything good.

The class soon ends and you turn to Haname, ready to pretend like the last few minutes never happened. You link your arms together and as soon as you open your mouth ready to say anything, you feel an arm wrapping around your shoulders and a cinnamon like sweet scent fills you.

Gojo‘s pesky voice fills your ear: „Didn‘t I tell you this won‘t be the end?“ you almost shiver; he is too close.

„Don‘t you have anything better to do than pester me?“, you try to untangle yourself out of his arm but his steady grip doesn‘t let you, ‘oh how you wish you had the strength to crush a man's skull right now‘, you mentally grumble and pinch Gojos arm.

He whines about how you‘re bullying him and that is clearly unfair all while pulling you even closer towards him to the point your entire upper body is touching his and you can feel your heart heavily thumping against your chest; it‘s simply because you‘re not used to seeing Gojo like this, you tell yourself and decide on your next course of action: Ignore him.

You turn towards Haname, completely aware of Gojo‘s arm still wrapped around you, you look at her with a defeated gaze as if telling her ‘do you see what I have to deal with?‘. She raises an eyebrow at the irony of the situation, for people who hate each other, you sure were close to one another.

Geto seems to join your small circle with a chuckle and you have to sigh in relief: „Get rid of him. Please.“ you look at him pleadingly. He was your only chance of getting Gojo off of you. Meanwhile the latter is just chuckling at your demise.

He looks at you with an amused grin and then slightly shakes his head no and you grumble at him; you should‘ve expected this, he is friends with Gojo, he has to somewhat be an asshole as well.

„What happened to your inner moral compass?“, you whine while still trying to get rid of Gojo‘s death grip.

„It left the moment, this got a little too amusing for me to interfere.“, he just chuckles and faces Haname, „i feel like we should get used to this, if we‘re gonna hang out with them.“, he hums.

You glare at Geto: „and here I was genuinely respecting you yesterday.“, now you turn towards Gojo, „if you decide to do this regularly, at least put on some deodorant or shower regularly, you stink.“.

Gojo scoffs at your words: “I’m anything BUT stinky, and you know that. I bathe in more oils than some people ever see in their lives.”, he brags like the spoiled brat he is.

“At least something good about marrying you.”, you glint at him in amusement.

The playful mood suddenly changes and he rolls his eyes and whispers something about being a gold digger and suddenly lets go of you and steps away without a goodbye or anything. Geto looks at both of you confused and you wish you could give him an answer but you didn’t have one either, ‘did you do something wrong?’, you had to wonder to yourself. He follows Gojo after saying his goodbyes with an apologetic smile and your side suddenly feels cold.

You shake your head in a weak attempt to sort your thoughts; this is Gojo, he was never easy to understand and never will be. You have to admit, you hated this, this feeling of doing something wrong but you don't understand what. He knew you were joking, right?

Haname snaps her fingers in front of your face and finally gets you out of your thoughts. She looks at you with concern: “You alright? You look a little shaken up.”

“Yes- no, I'm just confused? Like what was that?”, you say unsure of yourself and about the current situation.

She shrugs: “I don't know, maybe you hit a nerve? I still don’t know the guy but he definitely seems like he has some sort of heavy mood swings going on. Anyways I thought you didn’t care about him?”, she looks at you as if she’s hinting at something.

“And I still don’t.”, you stare at her as if she should immediately disregard that thought, “It was just an odd situation and I don’t know how to interpret it.”

“Mhm, sure you don’t.”, she hums, “anyways, what’s the deal with you guys getting married to each other, despite seemingly not getting along?”, she wonders and waits expectantly for an answer.

“Clan matters, really. We were promised to one another before we were even born.”, you sigh, “so it wasn’t really either of our decisions.”

“Have you never tried to make it work?”, her eyebrows wrinkle up in curiosity and she seats herself on top of one of the desks, “I mean there’s no way out. Might as well try to get along.”

“With Gojo?”, you laugh in disbelief and sit down next to her, “hell would freeze over first.”, you grip her shoulder, “besides, you saw him earlier, he’s ten times worse usually.”, you sigh, still wondering if your little comment actually struck him that badly, Gojo was one complicated human to read, besides you shouldn’t care this much about him, it shouldn’t matter, you hate him and that will never change.

The only thing you want to know is if what you did was wrong so you decide to ask her.

“Anyways, did I go too far? He seemed pretty offended by my comment.”, you wonder.

“Nah”, she drags the word and makes a ‘pff’ sound, “you were joking around obviously, and so was he, he shouldn’t get his panties twisted so easily.”

She is making sense, you nod along, slowly getting reassured by her words. “Yeah, I’m probably just overthinking this.”

“Yep”, she smiles, “so don’t worry.”.

Soon after the first few weeks of classes pass and not much happens between you and Gojo, instead of annoying you like on the first he simply didn’t acknowledge your presence. You couldn’t help but welcome this peace but you also couldn’t deny that it made you uncomfortable, it was too odd, too out of place, something was missing and you hated that you felt this way and you would never admit that.

Now that the basics have been taught the school deems you all fit to finally go on your own missions with the supervision of a teacher and of course the missions would depend on your skill levels and teamwork. Your first mission went pretty well considering that this was the first time you guys were facing curses on your own. Actually fighting and seeing them was completely incomparable to reading about them, especially facing the ones in Tokyo. They are stronger here, even if they’re considered a low rank simply because of the quantity of humans in the city. Nonetheless if you wanted to grow your strength as a sorcerer just fighting curses isn’t enough, you have to train regularly and evolve your techniques, being weak and unfocused can easily lead to your death, you knew that. Hence why you were sparring with Haname right now, with your other teammate, Shinsuke, observing the both of you.

You both wanted to try out your hand at various weapons and improve your hand to hand combat, even if you don’t need a weapon, it’s not bad to have several aces up your sleeve and Haname apparently uses dagger, that she can cut herself with any time, it works best with her blood manipulation technique you only got a small glimpse of it but it seemed to have enormous potential despite being quite self-harming, she mostly only needed a small amount of blood and with further training she’d be able to manipulate the blood of other curses as well without even drawing their blood.

Ice manipulation was your cursed technique and with your vast amount of cursed energy you have inherited thanks to your bloodline, you barely had any limits. Your biggest problems apparently will be facing drawn out battles and having teammates, you can manipulate the ice easily but it needs more refinement, saving your cursed energy and instead of targeting the entire area you should learn to just target the enemy since it could freeze your mates as well. But you figured this will be easier following with the experience you will gain from your missions. That doesn’t stop you from still training in your spare time.

The three of you build up this system where two would spare and and the other observes and gives criticism and possible improvements and then you test them out. Sometimes the seniors or other teams would join and the same system repeats. The only ones who you haven’t seen were Gojo and Geto, heck even Utahime and Shoko have joined you all except for them. It irked you, it felt like he was avoiding you and Geto simply followed his nonsense ideas but you shouldn’t let his childish behavior affect your state of mind nor your good time at Jujutsu High, at least that’s what you try to tell yourself; your mood still gets sour whenever you think of him.

At least Geto is still acknowledging your presence whenever he sees you and gives you a smile or wink as a greeting. He’s like the sunshine that follows your broody mood whenever Gojo is nearby but all in all your interactions with the both of them didn’t exceed 2 seconds. On one hand you were relieved and on the other it still pisses you off that Gojo took a small joke this serious and personal when he jokes and pisses you off all the time and you were supposed to get over it.

‘This guy needs to grow up’, you grumble internally.

You were ready to take up a wooden spear and familiarize yourself with it; this daily training for several hours has helped you immensely with your stamina and focus and it actually helps you relieve some inner pent up anger, you don’t even realize you have until you start hitting something.

More and more weeks go by like this: School, Train, sometimes you add a sprinkle of going out and having fun and there are also the occasional missions you guys have and complete with success and only small casualties.

Your team has grown closer and closer to one another to the point you guys spend almost every minute, except for sleeping, with each other and they’ve grown to be your second family; already saving each other more than you can count and a non describable trust has formed between you.

Currently you were seated in the backseat of a car and boredly looking at the constantly changing scenery outside while silently humming along to the music on the radio. The song was just about to reach the refrain when the passenger princess decided to switch the radio channel again.

“For fuck’s sake, Gojo, this is the fourth time you’re switching the song before it gets good.”, you complain. This guy always manages to ruin any type of peaceful mood you could ever have. “Just connect it to your phone if you don’t like the songs playing”, you offer in hopes you can enjoy at least one song before you have to face your pesky and annoying elders.

Gojo and you were invited to a ‘small’ family dinner involving both of your close family, you didn’t know why but you got called and told to bring Gojo with you no matter how and it was no easy feat. As much as you hated your elders or these family gatherings you still could gulp it down and still attend even if you’d rather die than go to one of these. Gojo on the other hand never attends these and they know that, which means this gathering is important as hell and you’d rather face Gojo’s wrath than your mother’s for not obeying the elders.

The deal was: Gojo attends the gathering and you basically get him at least 20 Mochis daily for two weeks. How this man doesn’t have diabetes yet, is something you have to ask yourself daily; his daily sugar intake is worse than an unsupervised toddlers.

The grown toddler in question faces you and rolls his eyes: “These songs are boring, how can you manage to enjoy them?”

You could feel your eye twitching in annoyance: “Just connect it to your phone then, Gojo. It’s not that hard.”

He shakes his head, and switches to another station, provoking you even further, and he takes a small second to consider his next words, “then I wouldn’t be able to keep pissing you off.”

Your entire body tenses up in annoyance, you can basically feel your fingers tickling, basically demanding to choke him but you have to contain yourself, if he’s dead before you even arrive at the gathering, your mother is gonna scold you. All you can do is scoff and face the window again, if he was hoping for a bigger reaction out of you he wouldn’t get it tonight.

For the rest of the car ride, you ignored Gojos shenanigans, except for a few eye rolls here and there; in the end you were also just human and there’s only so much rage you can keep in.

You guys arrive at your not so humble abode; Gojo rushes out of the car and you have to question his next action, specifically his motive, because not even a second later he is making his way towards your door and you have to hold yourself back from opening the door and hitting him in the face with it. The reasonable part in you, knows a clan member is probably watching you from afar and this is the only reason he’s doing it but it still feels incredibly odd.

Satoru opens the door and holds out his hand, waiting for you to take it, he’s lightly and impatiently tapping his foot, which basically tells you he can’t wait for tonight to be over and done with so you take a deep breath and put on a smile before you grasp his hand and let him lead you out of the car. When you step out, he lets go of your arm and puts his hand on your back while simultaneously closing the door.

He leans down to your ear, his lips lightly touching it; you feel tingles run down your spine, physical contact really wasn’t your strong point, you almost curse at yourself and at the effect he can have on you.

“Let the show begin.”, he whispers and you have to cough slightly in a weak attempt to pull yourself together at his raspy voice being so close to you.

You nod to reassure yourself and repeat: “let the show begin.”

The both of you head towards the house, his hand never leaving your waist and you can’t help but feel comfortable, at least you aren’t the only one suffering tonight; the thought makes you chuckle out loud and Gojo looks at you as if you’re about to go insane. Mischievously you just keep looking at him but it’s only in moments like this you realize just how much he towers over you, he’s almost an entire head taller than you, if he wanted to he could spit on your head and you wouldn’t even see it.

This thought makes you slightly mad and you have to narrow your eyes at him: “Don’t even think about spitting on me or anything like that or I will get you Mochis only for a week.”

He genuinely looks lost for a moment, “Just what goes on in that stupid pretty little head of yours?”, he shakes his head but then grins as if he realized something, “thanks for the idea, shortcake.”, he hums, now happier than before.

In response you groaned, you just had to open your mouth. Now you wish you could unwrap his arm around you.

“Don’t you dare or I’ll spit on every meal you’re gonna eat for the rest of our lives.”, you threaten and you mean every single word.

He hums and pulls you closer towards him before he winks and blows a kiss in your direction. Leave it to Gojo Satoru, to make you feel like you’re on an emotional rollercoaster and have your fight or flight mode activated all the time, and right now, you wish you could fight him, he is basically asking for it, but sooner rather than later you already arrive on the front door and ring the doorbell.

You both take a deep breath and you warn Gojo to behave once more for good measure. Soon the door opens and you’re faced with the clan elder greeting the both of you. Albeit they can’t let you guys step inside without a small side comment about how an engaged couple should show up together more often and you have to strengthen the grip on your purse to hold yourself back from either rolling your eyes or pushing the elder away in annoyance. You fake a laugh and respond that you both are very busy people and rarely can make it together to events like this then head inside and greet the rest of your families.

The two of you engage in small talk with the different family members and go from group to group together. Whenever you guys part from one group Gojo whispers small side comments in your ear as if he was a gossiping auntie and you can’t help but laugh at some of them, no matter how much you hate him, you have to admit he does make wonderful company for events like these.

During the passing of the night Gojo’s hand never left your body, even if he let go sometimes his hand always found its way back to your waist and you can’t help but feel giddy at the realization, if you were in the unknown about your feelings for one another you’d genuinely think the both of you were in love given the plain intimacy between you guys. The worst part is, you could get used to it, in fact you are getting used to it, and you don’t like this. At all. Being vulnerable with Gojo Satoru is never a good sign and you dread whatever comes with being comfortable around him. It’s like you are waiting for the killer to finally catch the unassuming victim and waiting for their impending doom but right now you aren’t in a spot to put distance between you guys.

Finally the both of you are done talking to everyone and make your way towards your and Gojo’s parents, after all they’re the ones who are most likely the ones to be the happiest to see the both of you well and happy together.

Your father looks at the both of you and lets out a small whistle before he looks at Satoru and his face wrinkles up in a huge smile: “Did you finally tame the dragon?”, he asks Satoru teasingly then pulls him into a hug, “I hope she hasn’t been threatening you too often. That anger of hers is unstoppable.”

You gasp at your fathers betrayal and Satoru grins at you victoriously, his eyes basically telling you that he’s got your parents wrapped around his finger and you can do absolutely nothing about it.

“Don’t worry about her, give her a little affection and all her worries and anger are gone within seconds.”, he hums happily.

You fake a smile, wrap your arms around his waist in a half hug and subtly step on his foot with your heel, “How can I be angry at you, when you’re this adorable.”, you coo and your mood genuinely brightens up when you see him slightly hiss in pain.

He wraps his arm around your waist again and slightly pinches your side and you have to hold tight onto him to not show a physical reaction towards your parents.

He then looks at your mothers and grins, “she’s such a catch, isn’t she?”

They laugh at the both of you before they stop and start scolding the two of you: “You should attend these events together more often.”, while the other says: “Do you know how awkward it is to always come up with excuses for why you never attend our gatherings?” and much more until they finally hug the both of us.

Satoru’s father now steps in to greet the both of you and then looks at you apologetically: “I hope Satoru hasn’t created any trouble for you.”

You have to genuinely laugh at this, if he only knew, albeit you didn’t want to give neither your nor his family a bad impression but still wanted to keep some type of honesty so you simply answer with: “Only his usual shenanigans, but don’t worry, he’s improving.”

This time Satoru gasps, “I’m not that bad, I’m a fucking delight and you know it, darling.”

“Satoru!”, his mother looks at him pointedly, “no swearing!”, she scolds him.

He apologizes, but you can see from miles away he doesn’t feel the slightest bit sorry about the slip of tongue.

You engage in further small talk, answering all their questions about your wellbeing, your stay at Jujutsu High and basically everything else.

At one point the gathering seems so normal, so ordinary that you can’t help but wonder why they insisted so heavily on the both of you attending together. There’s no way they would have been this adamant about it if this was just a normal gathering.

Satoru beats you to it, though and asks the question you’ve been dying to know and skillfully mentions he had important stuff going on tonight, “so, what is the purpose of tonight’s event? I even had to ask my teammate to take my mission for tonight”

You had to physically restrain yourself from patting Satoru’s head proudly for coming up with this excuse, at least he can sometimes make that brain of his work.

“Oh,”, your mother smiles, “well there are two things planned on today's agenda. First of all we wanted to announce future plans that would follow your guy's marriage in the future, that involve both of our clans and then we wanted to discuss details of your future engagement party, i mean we still haven’t officially celebrated it.”, she explains.

You look at her surprised: “I thought the official engagement announcement would be after we graduate?”, you wonder out loud and Satoru nods along.

Now Satoru’s mother chimes in: “Please, everybody already knows you two are going to wed each other, might as well get the engagement over and done with.”, she chuckles and you can’t help but gulp.

You knew it was bound to happen at one point or another but actually deciding on a date and being engaged officially makes this entire deal so real and it feels like you can’t hold on to the bubble you’ve been living in for the entire time you’ve been at Jujutsu High. You and Gojo Satoru are actually going to be engaged and there’s no actual change to your situation but something about this feels so much more different to your situation before and you can’t pinpoint why yet.

You take a deep breath and for the first time genuinely look at Satoru. He has a blank expression and even though you can’t read minds you just know he’s going through the same predicament as you right now.

You slightly squeeze him in a weak attempt to get him back to reality, you guys still need to pretend everything is alright between you two. Lucky for you it works and now he’s looking at you. You can see the hidden dark look in his eyes; he didn’t want this and your heart feels like it twists in pain, this is probably the only time you’d be the one who could understand Satoru’s thoughts and feelings better than anyone else and you slightly nod and squeeze his arm in a reassuring manner, no matter what, it’s gonna be ok, you try to convince the both of you. This is the only thing you guys won’t be able to change; you two are gonna end up married, whether you liked it or not.

Satoru takes a deep breath then suggests to discuss these matters in a more private setting some time next week and excuses himself before he goes anywhere but near our parents. His mother looks at you confused and worried.

You grasp her hand and squeeze it lightly to reassure her, “he’s fine.”, you smile and follow after Satoru.

He is outside, sitting on the edge of the terrace currently ruffling through his hair, while you slowly walk towards him. The cold of the night breezes against your naked shoulders. Never in your life before have you had to comfort Gojo Satoru nor did you ever think you would but it seems like there’s a first time for everything. Every fiber in your body is screaming to leave him alone, telling you that it’s not worth it, but you can’t, not when you know, not when you understand and you really hated your caring heart in this exact moment so you bite your teeth and swallow down the cold you’re currently feeling and sit down next to him.

He notices you and lets out an annoyed huff: “can’t you leave me alone? At least for now? Before we actually have to stick together side by side for forever.”, you tense up at his sudden rude behavior, you knew he wasn’t exactly ecstatic about the current events but you failed to predict that he’d be pissed enough to let it out on you and you suddenly wish you hadn’t come outside but you grit your teeth together; you both needed to talk about this, whether you liked it or not.

You sigh in order to somehow gather your thoughts and consider your next words, you need to stay calm.

“I don’t like this either, Satoru, just as much as you do. But we can’t change the inevitable. It is going to happen and the best we can do is try to get along and make the best out of it.”, you shrug and look at him, waiting for his reply.

He chuckles coldly, his face unreadable, the only thing visible in this dark terrace that’s only lightened by the moonlight are his furrowed eyebrows, and he snaps: “Make the best out of it? Did you forget all the past years we have spent together so far? I fucking hate you, y/n,”, he stands up and you get up as well, you wrap your arms around your body, is far too cold out here for your type of attire, “that’s not gonna change any time soon, so stop trying to act all high and mighty as if this doesn’t bother you.”, he takes a step closer to you, you two are only a few inches apart now, “Don’t fucking lie and say we fucking make the best out of it, when we both perfectly know this is literally the worst shit anyone can pull on the both of us.”

You scoff, ignoring the small peng in your chest, clearly offended and annoyed by his attitude: “I’m not trying to be high and mighty, I’m trying to fucking deal with this like a mature human being and you snapping at me isn’t going to change our arrangement, Satoru. Grow up and accept it.”

His hand runs through his hair and you can’t help but let your eyes follow his movement and you gulp, realizing how attractive he looks pissed off and you want to hit yourself for being distracted by this in this type of situation and then the realization hits you, you are attracted to Gojo Satoru and it feel like someone suddenly punched the air out of your lungs.

You are attracted to Gojo fucking Satoru, your future husband, who hates you like the fucking pest and the feeling should be likewise; you almost start to curse out loud at yourself, just why did you have to realize this now out of all moments, while he’s expressing his unending hatred for you, why did you even have to be attracted to him in the first place?

“You see, y/n”, you can see he’s clenching his jaw, “right fucking now, i’d rather wish one of us died, rather than grow up and accept it.”, he almost spits out and you know, he is just angry and he just wants to hurt you right now but something about your sudden realization and then Satoru immediately spewing these harsh words out combined makes you snap and you slap him. Satoru widens his eyes in shock and you almost were surprised at your own actions too, at least you would’ve been, if you were in a normal state of mind.

It's just like you thought earlier, being vulnerable around Gojo Satoru is not a good thing.

You shake your head in disappointment and remark harshly and visibly angry: “Out of all the things I expected when I stepped outside, you stooping this low, wasn’t one of them, but I guess there’s a new low every day for you, isn’t there, Gojo?”, you turn around and step away from him. You can’t be near him, not now, not like this. You both needed to cool down, before this gets even worse than it already is.

You step inside and take a deep breath, you need a distraction, anything will do, you can’t even bear to look at your parents right now, you know when they did this deal, this wasn’t what they were expecting for you, and yet you still can’t help but feel angry at them. They took your right to love and be loved like you deserved from you, instead you had a future spouse wishing your death rather than be with you. Anger is slowly starting to be replaced with sadness and the urge to cry is growing stronger and stronger.

What a fucking fun night, you grumble and do your best to keep your inner tumult together, you can’t afford a breakdown in front of your families.

Your cousin approaches you, having noticed you’re not so okay, she tugs you by your hand and pulls you somewhere more private, “you okay?”, she whispers and she knows you’re not okay but how else would she be able to approach this?

You shake your head: “I need to leave, before I break down this entire house, either with my tears or my anger, I haven’t decided yet.”

She nods, barely following along, “okay”, she goes and grabs her car keys, “where are we going?”, then walks out of the house with you following right behind her.

“Bring me back to Jujutsu High, please. And no questions, I’m begging, I can’t form answers right now.”, you plead and step into her car.

She nods affirmingly, “no questions” and drives you home.

The car ride is quiet, only quiet music playing through the car speakers, your cousin leaves you to sort your own thoughts and even after the car ride when you’re already at Jujutsu High you still feel lost about everything. You thank her and step inside, you’d take her out to lunch one day but now you’re in no state of mind to properly converse or do anything else other than think.

Why are you even so affected by this, this is what confuses you the most, yes Gojo is attractive, you established that earlier, but he hates you and you hate him, nothing has actually changed between you guys, or has it? You groan out loud in frustration. No matter how much he hates you or how angry you are in a certain moment and no matter how much you actually don’t mean it, you don’t wish someone else their death, that was a real low blow of him and you don’t think you could ever look at him the same again.

You sigh, you had no intention of solving this situation, this wasn’t your fault and yet you were still standing in front of Geto’s room. Seems like your feet automatically carried you here while you were deep in thought. You contemplated if you should knock or not but apparently Geto didn’t even let you think about that before he opened the door and looked at you in confusion.

“What is bringing you here, princess? I know I’m attractive but I’d rather not do something with my best friend's girl.”, and now you notice how this might come across but you couldn’t care less right now and he winks apparently not realizing that you are here for everything but sleeping with him.

“Bad timing for jokes, Geto.”, you shake your head, “speaking of your best friend, though, fucking fix his dipshit brain or something and give him something against emotional constipation.”, you grumble, clearly frustrated.

He looks at you even more confused before it dawns upon him, something happened and given that you went to him, it was bad, like horribly, only Gojo fucking Satoru could do this, type of bad.

“I’m going to leave it to him to tell you but punch him at least twice for me, please, I already hit him once, but he doesn’t care about me.”, you sigh and you swear you could see the gears turning in Geto’s head.

“That bad?”, he asks genuinely concerned and you only nod, then apologize for disturbing him, wish him a good night. You don’t even give him the chance to ask any further questions before you turn around and head to your room.

You were absolutely done with Gojo Satoru, you grumbled and cursed him all the way up until you arrived at your room. Once you reach the small space you take a deep breath. Feelings come crashing down like a barely holding up dam broke loose and you curse Satoru even more.

It hurt, it hurt seeing him so pissed off about this, about you and you can’t help but feel like your self worth is completely lacking, thoughts start to spill you never thought you’d think and you know tomorrow you probably won’t care and it’ll just be back to Gojo being Gojo but tonight you cared, you let him in even if only for a split second and it was already enough to make your lips quiver and your eyes threatening to spill with tears, Gojo Satoru is your own personal and he proved that to you tonight. You still can’t believe his implication; he’d rather choose death than get along with you, what does that say about your personality? Your desirability? Were you that ugly or was your personality that unlovable? Your insecurities grow bigger and bigger and you’ve put yourself into a circle of constantly demeaning yourself without even trying to.

You don’t even know how or when you fall asleep; only in the next morning when your alarm bell rings and you’re still in your evening dress with completely smeared makeup do you realize you fell asleep. You look like absolute shit and you also felt like it; but you can’t go on like this. In an attempt to get rid of your pathetic behavior you slap your cheeks hard and mutter to yourself: ‘Don’t give Gojo Satoru the satisfaction of having power over you.’ and you pull yourself together even if it’s out of simple spite, if it keeps you going, it keeps you going.

The dress is being discarded and so is everything else, you take a quick shower and put on your daily makeup and blow dry your hair, you’d simply leave it straight today and out on your uniform; you didn’t feel like attending classes but you’d only repeat yesterday’s events if you stayed in your dorm room, and the circle of toxicity would continue. At least classes would serve as a good distraction.

As punctual as always at 7:40am Haname knocks at your door and invites herself in, she gives you a double take and looks at you, or well, more like analyzes every inch of your body before she simply states: “You look good but you also look like shit, I can’t describe it. Was last night that bad?”, she wonders out loud.

You grasp her hand and lead her out of the room with an exaggerated groan: “an absolute fucking disaster.”, you repeat yesterday's events and she listens attentively and proceeds to curse out Gojo with certain insults you can’t even properly pronounce. Now for the first time you genuinely felt like smiling and reassured, your feelings finally felt valid and you were glad you decided to open up to her.

“Anyways”, you shrug, “let’s stop talking about this, or him, he is simply not worth it anymore, I learned my lesson, I have to put my guard up before I fall into a rabbit hole I can’t get myself out of.”, and you sigh, this won’t be as easy as you hope it will be and you knew that but you have to, otherwise you might actually not make it out of this alive.

The both of you arrive at your classroom and you sit down at your regular seats; the room is quiet, everyone either being occupied with their thoughts or still trying to get a few minutes of sleep before the teacher steps in.

Gojo’s seat is empty, so far, you have to wonder if he’s going to show up today, considering how angry he was yesterday. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to see him and yet here you are checking the door whenever it makes the tiniest bit of noise, you really wish you could slap yourself right now in frustration; stop caring about him, you chant like a mantra in your head.

Then the door opens again and you face the sunglasses Gojo wears every single day; your body tenses up and you catch yourself holding your breath, he is looking at you while you are looking at him and everything stops for a few seconds; you really don’t know how to face him or what to do. Do you behave like usual? Are you even capable of doing that? Or will you ignore him, god, you hate this uncertainty.

The tension between you guys breaks when Gojo is being pushed from behind, Geto steps into the classroom and you’re finally able to look away from them, from him. Your head turns towards the window while you rest it on your arm and you know he’s still looking at you but you don’t think you can handle another fight at the moment.

He seems to be sitting down next to you and you can feel yourself tense up even more, you didn’t think he’d actually sit next to you today and thought he’d switch seats with Geto, but it seems like he’s mature enough for that at least, you think to yourself bitterly.

His gaze doesn’t leave you this entire time and you’re almost about to tell him to stop staring at you, when jumps up and mutters something along the lines of ‘Fuck it’ before you can feel your chair being pushed back and Gojo right in front ouf your face. He was so close you could see his sparkling blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses and his severe eye bags, to be specific, he looked worse than you this morning and it made you feel some sense of satisfaction, at least you weren’t the only one affected by this last night.

He stares at you and then whispers: “We need to talk.”, the eye contact between the both of you doesn’t break and he keeps looking at you so deeply you could almost think he can read your mind.

“Classes are about to start, Gojo”, you barely mutter out; you don’t trust yourself, your voice to properly speak out right now.

“I don’t care”, he says in a hoarse voice, “what I care about is fixing this.”, he looked at you almost desperate and pleading and you feel your entire strength leave your body when he pulls you up by your arm and drags you out of the classroom and you let yourself be carried away.

The only thought screaming into your mind is ‘I don‘t think I hate him‘, you care for him in a certain way because all he has to do is genuinely look at you and your determination is crumbling at his demand.

When you‘re just about to leave the classroom you can hear a faint whistle; it‘s Geto probably.

Gojo‘s hand is softly wrapped around yours while he still keeps tugging you to wherever he wants to go and you follow him silently while your eyes keep following his tall frame. You don‘t know what you‘re going to face, an apology? An explanation? Neither?

Your entire body is tense, and you doubt the tension will leave you any time soon, before you can even realize you already are in an empty classroom and you‘re anxiously waiting for Gojo to say anything.

He clears his throat and takes a step closer towards you, you take a deep breath and step back -you swear you can see a glint of hurt guilt in his eyes- you know that the physical distance won‘t actually put distance between you guys but you don‘t trust yourself being too close to him at the moment, leading to you perfectioning the mask of indifference towards him, even if you feel anything but indifferent towards him on the inside.

His hand grabs the back of his neck and he looks away, probably contemplating his next choice of words. It‘s rare to see Satoru at a loss for words and you didn‘t think you‘d ever be the reason for that but here you were, waiting for him to open his mouth.

Your foot lightly taps on the ground, your pride not letting you even think about being the first to say anything, he was still the one who screwed up so he should take the first step.

After you wait a few more minutes expectantly, you‘re starting to grow disappointed, if he decided he could cut you off from classes and then proceed to just stand there and look at you; you weren‘t gonna have it.

You raise your eyebrow, impatiently before you finally decide you have enough and then make your way back towards the door ready to go back to class.

“Wait..”, you stop and look back at him expectantly, “I’m sorry, okay?”, he grabs your hands and slightly tugs you towards him, “I went too far yesterday, I was angry at the world but then let it out on you, that was wrong of me.”

“I know, Satoru,”, you make no motion to move away from him, “and I understand, but even if I understand, there are certain things I just can’t overlook.”, you sigh, “I’m not a punching bag nor will I let myself get treated like one.”

“And I won’t treat you like that, I promise”, he pleads and steps even closer, “I really mean it when I say I regret it.”, his hands cup your cheeks, “I’m genuinely sorry, y/n.”, and he looks at you with so much sincerity you have to genuinely question if you aren’t dreaming right now; his hands are warm and you suddenly felt like you needed more of this, more of him.

You need to get rid of this thought, you can’t have more of him, no matter how much you want it; Satoru is unattainable like that.

“It’s okay”, you manage to whisper, afraid that if you would speak too loud, you would ruin this bubble the both of you have surrounded yourself with, “well, it’s not okay, but I accept your apology.”, he lets go of your face and smiles brightly, on a whim you decide to grab him by the collar and pull him really close to your face, his smile slips a little and you can see him glance down at your lips, then look back into your eyes. “You pull this shit one more time and I will make sure, there will be no heir of yours”, you whisper your face traitorously getting closer to his, he gulps, “understood?”

“Understood.”, he whispers, the space between your faces getting smaller and smaller.

You let go of his collar and pat out the wrinkles: “good.”, you back away from him and start heading back to your classroom.

As you make your way back to the classroom you don’t spare a single glance back to Satoru, all you can focus on is your heart beating loudly and rapidly as if you had just sprinted through the entirety of Japan, and your mind wanders, you let yourself think about what would’ve happened if you didn’t stop whatever happened in there. Would he have pushed you away? Kissed you back? Those are questions you’ll probably never hear the answer to and you have to almost physically fight yourself from looking back at him; you were afraid that you wouldn’t like whatever is written on his face.

The class is vividly discussing something and you bow to your teacher and apologize, clearly embarassed for being this late. However the teacher just shrugs you off, someone -probably Geto or Haname- explained why you weren‘t there despite your stuff lying on your desk, Satoru is a few steps behind you and grins sheepishly at the teacher, he then stops Satoru him and warns him to solve private issues out of class time.

You have to hold back a shit-eating grin at being treated much nicer than him and Geto doesn‘t even hold his laughter back and you almost start laughing, too. These guys will be the death of you, you can feel it. Geto grins at you, and you know that‘s his way of checking up on you and you feel grateful for him; he was most likely the one to get the stick out of Satoru‘s ass.

While you and Gojo sit down Haname explains what you had missed during the time you were gone, apparently you guys would be divided into different teams for the next three months. It‘s basically going to be a rotation system, where two members of each team will go to two different teams every two weeks; The reason for that being that we need to get used to working with different types of people and training our flexibility, after all the teams weren‘t going to always be the same either when we are grown up.

The two of you look at each other, you knew you didn‘t want to switch teams so early but their reasoning made perfect sense and you could hardly disagree with them.

They were discussing the importancy of team dynamics and what they need to pay attention to even when you aren‘t used to your team members yet; they even made a list of the do‘s and don‘ts when it‘s the first time you‘re working together.

This also led to the big debate going on right now, who would go where in the first round and because the class was being so indecisive the teacher simply decided to draw lots.

While he was drawing the lots Satoru chuckles beside you: „Don‘t worry, y/n, I‘ll take very good care of you, when we‘re going to work together.“ and you groan in response, but he‘s right, you‘ll have to work with this goofy clown for two entire weeks at some point.

He grins and ruffles your hair, leading to you scoffing at him, while Geto chirps in: „He is as bad as he seems.“ and you have to bury your head in your arms in frustration.

Whatever was out there hated you and loved to see you suffer at the hands of Gojo Satoru. At least they took mercy on you and decided that today wouldn’t be the day you’d have to suffer. You almost sigh in relief when your name and someone else's gets called out and it wasn’t Satoru’s.

Another few weeks pass and you have to admit, it’s incredibly exhausting to always get used to new team mates once you get used to the ones you just got paired up with, you at first thought, yes it would be mentally taxing but not to this extent. The entire dynamic changes and with new members, one minute you’re the main act and then the other you’re the support and then the next second you have to save your teammate from getting annihilated by a blast they didn’t see, and then the same game over and over just with other people.

At one point you work together with Geto and you find out you guys actually get along even better now that you weren’t constantly annoyed by the white-haired manchild, they do usually come only in pairs of two, after all. If you were to describe your relationship with one another it would be like two grannies sitting next to each other and gossiping about everyone and everything and you were actually kind of sad when you guys had to part ways but all good things have to come to an end unfortunately.

Just like the good things have to come to an end, the bad things have to show up sometimes too, you think to yourself, while you can only dread your existence for the next two weeks, Satoru is grinning from ear to ear next to you and almost jumping up in excitement. You don’t have enough migraine pills for the upcoming weeks, you were 100% sure of that.

“Hello, partner.”, he stretches out his hand to you, as a form of greeting, with the same grin as before, reluctantly you stare at it before you take it and he abruptly pulls you towards him; you crash against his chest and almost hit him in the chin for being so rash with you. He lifts his hand towards the other person and waves at them: “Yo!”

He has his arms so tightly wrapped around you, that even when you try to push him away, you can’t escape his death grip, ‘at least he smells nice’, you grimace and greet your other partner. He only lets go when your assigned team leader shows up and even then his arm remains wrapped around your shoulder.

The leader frowns a little upon the physical contact but says nothing and you wish you could bury yourself six feet deep; sadly Satoru will never cease to embarass you.

Even when you guys are on missions he keeps calling you weird nicknames and every time he does, another curse would be sent flying towards his direction but this lucky motherfucker doesn’t even have to dodge since his infinity stops them from touching him and it irks you even more, especially when the teacher scolds you afterwards for being reckless and that you shouldn’t throw back curses at your teammates, no matter how annoyed you are.

Today you were sent to a particularly hard mission because, obviously, Gojo Satoru was in your team and the elders decided that since he’s there nothing is impossible. Curses after curses were coming at you, it was like an entire army of them, they weren’t particularly strong but the sheer quantity of them was what exhausted you - no matter how many times you freeze and crush them many more appear, there has to be some kind of power source but even Satoru’s six eyes can’t figure out where its at at the moment; there is so much to analyze, he needs time, is his explanation and you wish his stupid brain could work faster, your output was slowly getting weaker.

Finally he comes up with an idea, he teleports next to you and asks: “Are you capable of freezing the entire area?”, you look around the incredibly large area, it should be doable, but you doubt you’ll be able to stand properly after that but that’s a matter for later.

You nod at him: “Just step behind me.”, you start rushing towards a relatively empty area and wait for everyone else to step behind you. When they are, you freeze absolutely everything, including the walls and ceiling, leaving only the area behind you, where your team is, unfrozen.

Satoru quickly looks around, then teleports away and shortly after the curses that have been surrounding you disappear into thin air; he did it, you smile proudly and then everything starts to spin and you prepare yourself to get down on your knees but you feel strong arms wrap around you holding you steady.

“You okay?”, Satoru’s voice suddenly appears next to you, he must be the one holding you right now.

“I’m fine, give me a second.”, you hold yourself up against his arms; when everything stops spinning you slowly get out of Satoru’s grip only for your knees to finally give in and at lightning speed he is once again holding you securely.

He puts your arms around his shoulders and lifts you up and carries you piggyback style, you rest your head on top of his shoulder, you blame it on your exhaustion although the faint blush on your face could tell everyone else, it wasn’t just because of that. Maybe if you hadn’t closed your eyes to relieve the trembling headache slowly appearing you also would’ve noticed the slight tinge of red on his ears.

Before you even know it, you fell asleep and wake up in the middle of the car ride back to the school, you look at Satoru sitting at the other side of the car, looking out of the window, it seemed like he was thinking about something and you couldn’t help but stare at him. Your eyes wander from his drop dead gorgeous eyes, to the slight crease between his eyebrows then towards the frown on his face that’s usually covered in a smile or grin and it makes you want to frown as well - the mission went well in the end, why does he look so bothered?

“Good work out there.”, you say in an attempt to make that crease between his brows disappear.

He looks at you and then finally smiles: “Good morning, sunshine.”, now he completely turns towards you, “You okay?”, the crease between his eyebrows appears again, “You went off to fantasyland not so long ago.”

“Yeah, I’m fine”, you smile at him, “just used too much of my powers, too quickly, a little rest and I’m back to the usual.”

A little longer than necessary he keeps staring at you, analyzing you and then finally spills out in a sing-song tone: “You went a teensy tiny bit overboard, didn’t you?”

Now you were the one frowning: “You said freeze everything, that’s what I did.”, you shrug, “besides at one point I did have to let out all this pent up frustration I get from working with you.”

Suddenly he grins at you like a pervert: “There are so many different ways to let out your frustration on me and that’s how you decide to do it?”

Your eyes widen in realization and you hit his shoulder: “I did not mean it like that!”, you grimace, “Fucking pervert!”

Unfaced by your hit, he just playfully rolls his eyes and hums: “Uh-uh, sure you didn’t”

Too embarrassed to even look at him anymore you now face the window and have to scoff, leave it to him to ruin any type of nice moment between you guys and you can see from the reflection of the window, he still has that shit-eating grin on his face - how you wish you had slept through the entire car ride now.

When you arrive back at the school you still feel slightly wobbly on your feet but it definitely was better than before, the driver told you to go and visit the infirmary just in case and of course Satoru volunteered to bring you there; if you were strong enough to properly walk on your own, you definitely would have protested with your entire might but you weren’t really in a place to argue so you just let it be and used Satoru like a crutch and weirdly enough he let you.

Once you were in the infirmary they did a general check up on you and already sent you back to your dorm telling you, you just need to charge up again.

Satoru insists on walking you back to your room and wraps one arm around your waist, you stare at him in confusion.

“You do know I can walk by myself now?”, and attempt to wiggle yourself out of his arms.

He doesn’t let you go and just smiles: “No risks; better to be safe than sorry.”, he winks at you and you swear you could feel his arms wrap even tighter around you.

If you or someone else would ask you ‘When did you get so used to him always touching you in one way or another’, you wouldn’t have an answer to that; it just happened, when or how, you didn’t know either, all you know is at some point it felt odd not having his hand somewhere on your body whenever you were together.

Satoru brought you to your room and when you prepare to thank him and say goodbye to him he walks past you and just sprawls on top of your bed, without a single care and you just stare at him, too shocked to do anything else.

A few seconds later you finally get a grip on yourself and scowl: “Out of my bed, Gojo.”, your eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.

He just moves a little more to the side, probably making room for you, “Don’t wanna”, he pouts and pats the spot next to him, initiating that you should just lie next to him.

‘He’s going insane’, you think to yourself, there was no other explanation for this random clingy behavior; you were sure that if you’re going to lie down next to him you would be going insane as well and sigh, “did you hit your head?”, your head tilts slightly to the left in a questioning manner.

He moves his head towards your general direction and opens one of his eyes, he doesn’t say anything but his facial expression definitely says ‘are you being serious right now?’; you look at him with the same expression until you finally realize he isn’t going to move any time soon.

“At least take off your shoes on my bed”, you grumble and step towards your occupied bed and lie down next to him.

Satoru quickly takes off his shoes and then lies back down facing you, the two of you were so close that whenever you guys breathe out you’d feel the other person's breath on your face and it takes everything inside of you not to freak out or curse at Satoru for putting you guys in this awkward position - two people in a bed made for one person.

At some point you close your eyes and try to sleep but you can’t; not when you know Satoru is lying right there in front of you in your own bed. The two of you weren’t actually touching but it sure didn’t feel like it, instead it felt more like he was touching your entire soul, his presence consuming all of your senses and at one point the only thought you were capable of thinking is ‘Gojo Satoru’.

In frustration you turn around, your back is facing him now - a weak attempt to escape his presence - you perfectly know it’s useless but you’re tired and your head is aching and all you wish is to sleep.

Finally you get used to the heat and soft snoring behind you, at some point it even seems like a lullaby and you drift off to sleep.

When you wake up the first thing you notice is the lack of warmth next to you. You turn around to the spot Satoru lied in earlier, of course he left, before you could even wake up. It was a weird situation to begin with but you still can’t help but taste the sour aftertaste it leaves on your tongue. Satoru isn’t the type to stay, you don’t even know why you’d delude yourself into thinking he would in the first place.

Your warm feet hit the cold ground and you almost wrap yourself in your blanket again but just put on your slippers and a sweatshirt from your closet until you get ready and dressed for the training ground today - the classes today will focus on physical combat and honestly, you were in need of pummeling something to the ground today.

Haname, as always picks you up and you walk together; you contemplated telling her what happened last night but telling her would mean it is a big deal - and it isn’t, you convince yourself. Gojo was just tired after carrying you back to the car and then dragging you to the infirmary so he decided to nap in your room and leave as soon as he got up, it’s completely sensable.

She interrupts your train of thought when she asks: “How was your mission yesterday?”, she nudges you, “I heard you exhausted yourself completely.”

“I’m okay,” you sigh, “just went a little overboard. Not really that bad or anything.”, and nudged her back as a comfort.

The look she gives you clearly says that she doesn’t believe you and gives you a once over before she decides to drop the topic, noticing that you don’t really want to dwell on it.

You look around and see some of your other classmates gathered, some are sitting on the ground and some are warming up and stretching; you decide to follow them and gesture to Haname that you are going to start stretching and she joins you quickly.

You decide to stretch your legs and sit down and touch your toes with your hand, after a few times someone pushes you from behind deeper towards your toes and you curse at them ready to punch whoever is messing with you like this.

Gojo’s wide jerkish grin greets you, you push him away and flip him off - the audacity of this guy. For a second you consider asking why he left but you decide it’s not worth mentioning and you once again push down the tight feeling in your throat.

Geto is right behind him cackling while you glare at him: “Piss me off and you’re next.”, you scowl. They really are going to be the key reasons if you ever switch to the dark side.

These two don’t stop, though instead they join you and sit right beside you; one mosquito on each side. At first you try to ignore them and go back to stretching but then they decide to - as childish as they are - make faces at one another and basically yell loud jokes and there’s only a certain amount of patience you have and you’re running out of it.

You flick the both of them on their forehead: “either stretch or go somewhere else.”, you glare.

They stare at each other for a few seconds and then they continue to bother you; one pokes your cheek while the other pokes your side and then Gojo asks, while he's digging his finger deeper into your cheek: “What’s gotten you so grumpy today, hmm?”

A loud scoff leaves your lips: “How can I not?”, you slap their fingers away, “it’s way too early for your shenanigans.”

The both of them chuckle and you wonder what you have ever done to deserve this until they both get slapped by someone on the back of their head: “leave the poor girl alone.”, the teacher scolds them and you sincerely thank him before you grin at the both of them in satisfaction.

They both grumble but don’t say anything else - they better not- they’re already on your bad side today, you weren’t sure if you could handle more of their relentless pestering.

The class immediately starts after this incident and you can finally let out some of your inner pent up anger.

In your head the training dummy is Gojo and he gets the beating of his life; it’s almost therapeutic to beat up dummy!Gojo and you really wish you could do this more often.

Your life continues the same as always: you attend classes, train, sometimes go on missions, are pestered by dumb (Geto) and dumber (Gojo). Well in Geto’s defense; he’s okay sometimes, especially because he’s the one who stops Gojo from overstepping too much but he sure loves teasing you too and they don’t miss out on their daily intake of annoying you.

Now you guys have reached your second year at Jujutsu High, sadly not all of you have made it and when the first one of your classmates died you felt like the world is about to end but you had to recover and continue this path; you knew sorcerers die daily and sometimes it’s the ones you know.

Everything went fine and you had your daily routine, you had improved massively compared to your first year and even got promoted to Grade 1 - you’ll probably become a special grade in the future if you manage to get a better hold of your reverse curse technique.

Then the incident happened and you weren’t really sure if things were fine by then. Satoru and Geto failed their mission and Geto started to spiral into someone you didn’t recognize as Geto. When you first heard of it you tried your best to console him but nothing you ever said really went to his head and you decided to let him; it was something he had to realize on his own.

As it turns out leaving him alone wasn’t the best of ideas because not long after Geto steps towards the wrong path and kills more than 100 people and turns towards the wrong path. You wish you could scream at him, beat him, do anything to make him regret his actions but he had chosen his path and now he was considered to be your enemy.

Gojo was even more closed off right after this, even more unapproachable, yes he still talked and bothered you to no end but you knew he had closed off his heart and had his walls up as high as possible. He hid himself behind his mask of cheeriness and dumbassery but you couldn’t stop him.

Today was another day you were paired up with Satoru, the only difference now to before is that he didn’t bother with team effort; he’d kill the curse in a few seconds and call it a day.

You grumble at him: “Y’know, you can at least try to let us take part in exorcizing the curse.”, you raise your eyebrows in annoyance.

He shrugs: “it’s not my fault, nor is it yours. I’m simply out of your league.”, he grins and you weren’t sure if he just said that to get under your skin or actually meant it.

Your head shakes in response: “It’s still a team effort, Satoru.”, you scoff, “how am I ever supposed to increase my reverse curse technique efficiency if you always clear the job by yourself.”

He just walks away from you before he turns his head around to face you and smirks: “Now that’s not my responsibility is it?”, he interlocks his hands behind his head and you wish you could kick his knee caps, “besides, look at this from a positive perspective - i finished the job for the both of us.”

“I wouldn’t be attending Jujutsu High if I wanted others to do the job for me”, you grumble and slap his arm in offense.

He chuckles and shakes his head: “Chill, once in a while you can lie low and let me handle it.”

You grumble at him but don’t respond anymore - it’s pointless to argue with Satoru; he'd never bother to see your point of view, not anymore at least. Another thing that had changed; you knew it wasn’t really his fault but there’s only so many times you can excuse him.

At one point you do point out his changed behavior; it was a normal Saturday evening, you were on the way to his family's household to finalize the small details of your engagement party, the car ride was silent - which already was unusual in itself but you expected some complaints from Satoru and it took one faint bitter chuckle on your side for him to question what’s wrong and you drop the bomb on him.

“You changed, Satoru, in some ways for the better, in some for the worse.”, you point out.

He didn’t take it that well; he furrowed his eyebrows in anger and scoffed: “Yeah, it’s called growing up, maybe you should try it, too.”

“You know exactly, that is not what I meant”, you roll your eyes, he knows what you mean he’s just deflecting.

“Maybe, it’s none of your business, y/n?”, he snarls and it feels like he punched you right in the guts; you had expected this but still nothing could prepare your heart for this, “Nobody asks you to care for me or my -apparent- lack of emotional well being”, he snarls defensively.

“But I do care, Satoru!”, you respond, or maybe even yell back, you don’t know, you mostly hear your thumping heartbeat and not your own voice.

He rolls his eyes: “Well then fucking stop,”, he scoffs, “it’s annoying.”

It felt like he stabbed you in the guts, took out your organs and tried to put them back in in the wrong places; you know you relationship to one another is complicated, one time you try to murder the other and another time you’re joking around as if you never had a care in the world and despite these complications you thought he cared -at least to a certain degree- about you, but Gojo loves proving you wrong it seems.

A switch got turned off inside of you and your entire demeanor changed - Gojo wasn’t the only one with his walls up now.

You snicker coldly: “You’re right, caring about you isn’t worth it.”

For a faint second you swear you saw something flicker in his eyes but you refuse to believe it was actually real and it was just all in your head - he doesn’t care, he has proven that already.

He turns back around to face the front and the car is once again filled with silence.

You don’t even want to speak anymore but you had to settle at least one thing: “Remember to act when we’re at your place.”, you sigh, hoping he listens to you for once in his life. “I don’t want to hear our parents nagging us because we can’t get a grip.”

He doesn’t turn around but you can see him nod stiffly - at least you’re on the same page on this matter.

Not long after you arrived at his mansion and you almost felt like hurling out of the car; it felt too exhausting to be in there - it took everything inside of you to wait for Gojo to open the door for you.

When he opened the door, he held out his hand - the same tense expression on his face as earlier and you almost grimaced at him; nonetheless you took his hand and stepped out of the car. You were stiffer than a stick to release the tension, you take a deep breath and try to relax.

‘This is going to be terrible’, you sigh to yourself and a coldness fills you the same way Satoru’s cold hand is wrapped around yours.

One of the servants greets you and invites you in, you glance at Gojo out of habit but he doesn’t even bother looking at you and stares straight ahead. You hold back an eye roll - if this man could be any more stubborn you’d actually blast your own head off.

He puts his arm around your shoulder and you have to tense up, it feels weird to be at odds with Gojo and yet so close to him; you two couldn’t be any closer and further apart at the same time.

He silently whispers: “C’mon, we don’t have all day” and guides you to the dining room.

Once inside you both greet each other's family and sit down to eat; not long after the plans already begin - the choice of flowers, other decorations and so much more, well it’s not like you had much of a choice just like almost everything else that involved your and Gojo’s future. It was incredibly frustrating but you knew it was to no avail - you’d just have to bite your tongue.

The evening is getting worse and worse and the more time passes the more you’re tapping your foot impatiently - you just want to get home as fast as possible and sleep; all you want to do is sleep.

Every time someone commented on something Satoru would give passive-aggressive back-handed compliments towards you, like “weed would look best on y/n” or “she should wear something bright to balance out her personality” and you’re one comment away from actually slapping him - he’s going too far with his sappiness.

When they’re finally done with everything you almost jump out of your seat until Gojo’s mother looks at you with those pleading puppy eyes and you curse your nice heart for always bending to other people’s wills.

You keep staying for even longer than necessary; to the point your back even starts to hurt and you’re almost close to begging Gojo to leave; gladly he beats you to it when he slaps his thighs and calls it a night - you would kiss him thank you if he wasn’t the reason why you were in such a sour mood.

The moment you leave the house you speed walk towards the car - you couldn’t handle anymore of his nasty comments nor his nasty attitude; you just want, scratch that, you need to get away from him.

Without a word you sit down in the car and wait for the driver to start driving. You were beyond pissed but mostly hurt, you wanted to scream at Gojo but it wasn’t worth it, he wasn’t worth it, at least not anymore.

[yubellia]

How they could have written Lila, to be a better villain

(Just a theory) and keep in mind, english is not my first language

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Well hello there! I am working on a new chapter for my miraculous fanfiction. I know it has been a while.

But before that, let’s think about our favorite local liar, Lila Rossi/ Cerise Bianca/ Iris Verdi (whatever name she feels like using).

People hate her but I don‘t think it’s just because of the things she does. Let’s be real. The things Marinette is doing are also…. Questionable at best sometimes. And that’s the protagonist. So we can‘t just talk about the bad things.

I think people are mad because of what happens to the other characters the moment Lila starts to speak. It’s kind of a joke in the fandom but Lila‘s lies turn pretty much everyone into idiots. Except for Marinette. Even Adrien almost fell for it if Marinette didn’t expose her as ladybug. Her lies are stupid and sure, we as the audience can see through it easily but that’s not an excuse for how everyone acts. (Unless my theory about superpowers in miraculous ladybug is correct. Look it up in my masterlist!)

Some of them are so easy, we could hit our heads on a table (repeatedly) and still see through it. So, let’s pretend we turn back the time. How could the writers turn Lila into a really well written villain?

1. SHOW us that she is smart and a good liar. NOT tell us!

This is the one golden rule for writing. The audience hates it if they are told something. Even more so, if there is no evidence to back it up.

Her lie about being friends with Ladybug HAD to blow up in her face. Especially knowing how Marinette acts if anyone gets too close to Adrien. Even more so in the early seasons.

So what could they do?

Well, one of her moms works at an embassy. She might not be a diplomat herself but Lila doesn’t have to tell anyone about that. She could simply tell them, that because of her moms job and because she has no other relatives around really, she has to move with her a lot. (That’s only half a lie). From there, she could use that for more convincing lies like „oh that one time, we stayed for a year in (please insert country). And there I saw (insert important person).“

And here‘s the thing. With the embassy thing, even Marinette couldn’t really talk against her if Lila plays her cards right and doesn’t show up in front of her.

Also, it’s not like they didn’t know how to do it. The first time Lila goes to Adrien’s house, Nathalie wants to throw her out. Lila starts a lie, that Adrien struggles with something at school.

Now, Nathalie knows who and ‚what’ Adrien is. She knew him the longest right after his parents. She must have known that Adrien CAN‘T fail. He was supposed to be perfect.

However, even if that is so, she couldn’t take the small chance that Adrien MIGHT be failing for whatever reason. So she let Lila stay. If the writers had used this somehow, explained it more. Either from Lila’s pov or Nathalie‘s, it would have been so much better. They could have made Lila look smart. Using the high expectations Adrien’s family has for her advantage.

2. Don‘t overdo it with her lies.

The biggest Problem with her is the fact that her lies are too big. Instead of big and impressive things, they should have used little lies that built up. Small ways that make her look resourceful and smart. She was way to aggressive in her desire for fame in that school.

3. show us some skills.

This plays into the first thing but still. I think everyone was impressed when we met her third mom and found out that Lila knows sign language. We know little to nothing about her real family so they should have explored that. Why does she know that?

The same thing with her using Tsurugis laptop.

She opened it with force, using tools like a screwdriver. Ok, I buy that so far. But than what? She used hacking skills and they didn’t show us? LAME!

We see Ladybug and Chat Noir in every episode. It wouldn‘t hurt anyone if we followed one of the villains for one episode and learned more about them. An entire episode I mean. Not scenes. It was about to get interesting and they take it from us.

And again, it’s not like they can‘t do it. Lila isn‘t an idiot (if the writers have a good day) she knew she needed something solid to show Adrien that she is a hero. So she took the book and got herself this replica of the fox miraculous. The same one she used later to frame Marinette for theft. Also she wasn’t afraid to fake an injury and get herself into danger to frame Marinette either.

4. make her a threat in the background.

This kind of plays into the first point again. Lila didn’t show up too often at first. In the early seasons I mean. That way and because of her introduction in ‚volpina‘, we as the audience knew every time she shows up ‚oh no here we go again.‘ this also combines with the little lies I talked about.

Her impact would have been much greater, if she had been there all the time and in the end we learn that she had a plan B or that everything worked exactly how she wanted it. That’s something most people like. A surprise villain, a twist, something we can‘t see coming.

Also, again, they kind of did that when we learned about her multiple identities. Marinette didn’t defeat her at all. Didn’t hurt her in the slightest. Only her ego and she will be back for that.

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I really think that, if they had changed Lila just a little, she could have been more liked. Not as a character but a villain. Also what do we learn? The writers can do it if they want to! (And if they had a good day)

Throughout the show, Lila had her moments. Like when Gabriel threw her out and she called him ‚Monarch‘. We knew that he hurt her where it hurts the most. Her Ego. And not taking her seriously was one of the biggest mistakes.

The writers don‘t really have a choice. From what it looks like, Lila is confirmed to be The next big bad. And they also stated, that there are multiple more seasons to come. So they have to explore her more.

Let’s wait and see. I hope you liked it and I see you again. Later!

[found-wings]

silly writing for the crimson stained feathers au :D

ft mainly phil, hinted techno and cellbit at the end

A series of strained coughs escape Phil as his hands scratch at the earth beneath him, the small claws digging into it as far as he can. He tries not to scratch at his neck as he struggles to breath, fearing he might further injure himself if he attempts to.

His wings are cramping in pain as they attempt to stretch out yet curl together at the same time. Eyes slipping shut for a few moments every so often as his forehead rests on the ground, back aching up against the pained wings.

For a very brief moment in the back of his mind he can swear he hears a soothing whisper, guiding him through this just like they have always done.

"C‘mon Phil. You aren‘t gonna lose to that weakling again, are ya?"

Phil wishes he could respond to that playful tease that is yet filled with pained concern at watching his friend suffer with nothing to be done. Nothing to help against the pull into the subconscious, against the burning feeling that floods his entire body as if everything was disintegrating and then rebuilding itself into something new.

But even as he tries to respond, not wanting his best friend, his flock to worry, the only thing that comes out of him is another choked out sob of tears that have been building up in pain.

It feels like he‘s slipping from the world, but it‘s nothing like the times he‘s almost slipped into Her embrace.

"You‘re so much stronger than him. I know that, I know you."

Phil shakes his head, the pain fading into that scary numb feeling and he knows he‘s losing against Him. He‘s not ready to let go just yet but it appears it‘s not his decision to act on no matter how much he fights against it.

"You should ask Fit to help you through this. Even if I‘m not there with you right now, Fit can be."

Fit wouldn‘t be able to handle Him.

Hell, Phil can barely even handle Him, even Techno can barely stand up to Him and that is a thought- no, fact he hasn‘t been able to face for all the many years he‘s trusted Techno with this.

He‘s not strong enough for this, he‘s failed again and what if he doesn‘t return this time? What if He fully takes over today?

What will He do to Chayanne and Tallulah? What about Missa? What about the other Eggs, all the other Islanders- They are all part of his family in one way or another, he can‘t bare the thought of them suffering at His hands. Or his own hands.

"I think you have company."

And just as he hears those fading words, a hand settles on his back, at his wings and suddenly everything relaxes. The tight and choking feeling on his throat and lungs becomes loose, fresh air flowing in.

"It‘s okay, it‘s okay. I got you, you‘ve got this," Cellbit‘s concerned voice sounds through just as Phil tries to sit up, promptly causing his vision to fade to black and have his body almost crash back into the torn up earth again if it wasn‘t for Cellbit immediately catching him.

It takes a couple of minutes for Phil to properly be able to start making sense of the world again, simply sitting there with Cellbit making sure he wasn’t going to black out again.

Well, on one hand Phil managed to fight back against Crimson long enough for him to back off.

On the other hand.. he has no clue how Cellbit managed to find him.

[sinosauropteryx--prima]

Life in the Permian

(top row: Estemmenosuchus, Coelurosauravus, Cotylorhynchus, Goniatites; middle: Moschops (top), Procynosuchus (bottom), Inostrancevia, Dimetrodon; bottom row: Dvinia, Edaphosaurus, Prionosuchus, Helicoprion)

Art by:

Goniatites - Christian Klung et al., Acta Palaeontologica Polonica, 61(1):1-14 (2016).

Dimetrodon - Mark Witton

Edaphosaurus - Walkling with monsters, BBC

Cotylorhynchus - Sergey Krasovskiy

Moschops - Gabriel Ugueto

Estemmenosuchus - Ntvtiko

Inostrancevia - Julius Csotonyi

Procynosuchus - Nix draws stuff

Dvinia - DiBgt

Coelurosauravus - Charlène Letenneur

Prionosuchus - Vitor Silva

Helicoprion - Julio Lacerda

It‘s been a while since I started this little series on the geologic time periods - both because it has been about 250 million years since the Cambrian explosion, but also because I have been on vacation and just generally didn‘t feel like doing anything (sorry about that). Nevertheless we have finally reached the last part of the Paleozoic, the Permian (we will talk about why it‘s literally the end of an era).

The Permian was the first time synapsids took over. Sometimes referred to as “mammal-like reptiles“, this group includes big herbivores, saber-toothed predators, everyone‘s favorite “that‘s-not-actually-a-dinosaur“ dimetrodon and - eventually - us. We are synapsids. So who were these early cousins of ours?

The first synapsids appeared during the Carboniferous, shortly after amniotes became a thing (amniotes are terrestrial vertebrates that lay eggs). Back then those amniotes split into two lines, the synapsids on the one side and the diapsids on the other. In the beginning these two groups wouldn‘t have looked much different from each other: both were small lizard-like creatures. The big difference between them, and what is usually used to tell them apart, is the number of holes in their skulls. When you think about holes in skulls the first thing that comes to mind are probably eyes and nose, but there is another type of hole called the temporal fenestra. It‘s less visible from the outside, but you can feel it behind your eyes and above your jaw, and when you look at pictures of skulls you can usually see it. Synapsids like us and all other mammals, have one of these holes. The diapsids (reptiles including dinosaurs and birds) have two.

During the Permian the synapsids became diverse and dominant. The first group that split off of the synapsid family tree were the Pelycosaurs (although that term isn‘t used anymore, but for the sake of simplicity, I‘m going to ignore that). Pelycosaurs were very reptile-like: They had a sprawling gait and were most likely cold-blooded. They are however closer related to us than to any living reptiles, your great-great-great uncle, if you will. The most famous ones were the sail backed Edaphosaurus, one of the first herbivorous tetrapods, and Dimetrodon, a 3.5 m long apex predator. As impressive as those two are - most Pelycosaurs did not have sails. Dimetrodon and Edaphosaurus were just weird.

More “advanced“ synapsids are called Therapsids. They again include us, other mammals and basically everything else that isn‘t a pelycosaur. Some of the Therapsids that were around during the Permian were the Dinocephalians (“terrible heads“). They are very fittingly named if you consider that the weirdly horned Estemmenosuchus and thick-skulled Moschops (that maybe head-butted like goats) were some of them. Another group are the Gorgonopsids, including the saber-toothed predator Inostrancevia. I just love the fact that synapsids were doing the “saber-toothed cat thing“ for pretty much their entire existence.

Towards the end of the Permian (don‘t worry about the end of the Permian, it‘ll be fine), a group of therapsids that was even more “advanced“ appeared. They were called Cynodonts (“dog-teeth“) because they had different teeth for different purposes. You for example have incisors to bite of a piece of a sandwich and molars to chew it up (and other types of teeth, I‘m not a dentist). This is something that differentiates us from many other groups of animals like reptiles and earlier synapsids. The cynodonts also had their legs under their body instead of sprawling to the site, they most likely were warm-blooded and probably had fur. They weren’t true mammals yet, but if I saw one, I’m not sure I would be able to tell the difference between them and a modern rodent on first glance.

The synapsids were the main players during the Permian, but they were of course not the only bizarre creatures around: There was the amphibian croc-mimic Prionosuchus that could reach sizes of 5 to maybe even 9 m (although to be fair, there were no crocodiles around yet, so technically crocodiles are Prionosuchus-mimics). There were the first gliding vertebrates like the small reptile Coelurosauravus. There was the shark-cousin Helicoprion, whose name translates to “wheel-saw“ and describes its terrifying dentation. Andy many, many more.

To say that all these animals were doing great might be a bit of an overstatement. The Permian was not an easy time to be alive. The warm and wet coal swamps of the previous Carboniferous disappeared as the climate got much hotter and dryer. All the continents of our planet had collided into one giant landmass, the roughly C-shaped supercontinent Pangaea. The interiors of this land were so far away from the oceans that rain very rarely reached them and they became almost inhabitable deserts. Closer to the coasts there might have been seasons with extreme monsoons and heavy rainfall.

The animals would have withstood all of this, dealing with their surroundings, just like animals do. That was until the very end of the Permian. You guessed it - it is mass extinction time! And the end-permian mass extinction is not any silly little mass extinction, it is one of the Big 5. But not only that - it was the worst one in the history of our planet. Worse than all the ones that came before and after it (although we as a species are working very hard to make the current extinction event maybe even worse, which is terrifying). It was way worse than the one that killed the dinosaurs. The End-Permian Mass Extinction was so bad, it is referred to as “The Great Dying“: Depending on the source, between 75-95% of life disappeared.

The reason was most likely vulcanism. It wasn‘t the cute “covering Pompeii under a layer of ashes“-vulcanism though. It wasn‘t even the “Indonesian eruption causes a Year Without Summer even all the way over in Europe and leads to Mary Shelley writing Frankenstein“-vulcanism. It was lava fields that covered an area bigger than India. All kinds of toxic gases were released, but the deadliest of them all was CO2. Millions of tons got into the atmosphere and, much like today, caused an extreme increase in temperature, maybe up to 8° C. All of this didn‘t happened over night - but rather during a couple 10,000 years, but it still happened way to fast for most animals to cope with it.

At this point, approximately 250 million years ago, after we saw the weird creatures of the Cambrian, the first plants taking to the lands, shortly followed by insects and other arthropods, after fish crawled out of the waters and our synapsid-cousins started to rule the earth - after all of that, the Paleozoic Era ends.

It‘s almost a bit depressing. But don‘t worry: The life on our planet is resilient. It will bounce back. The Mesozoic has just begun and it too will be filled with many fascinating creatures.

(PS: all my sources are just straight up wikipedia. I know that‘s not a great source but it‘s not like I‘m writing a peer reviewed paper or something)

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Nevvie, if you don't mind, I just need a moment to wail about Athos being even more of a gentleman and a sweetheart in Twenty Years After.

I'm following along by audiobook, and I'm just past the chapter with the business of the ferry on the Oise, but in the chapter prior to that, the musketeers are in the middle of a falling out of sorts because Athos and Aramis are on the opposing side to d'Artagnan and Porthos, and I just -- d'Artagnan's so disappointed in the pair of them, and saying the most hurtful things in the heat of anger, and Aramis is shaking with rage (the fact that both d'Art and Aramis supposed that they could be walking into a trap and were ready to fight!). And Athos's gentle reproach of d'Artagnan, and it's all so sad, and then --

And then Athos breaks his sword over his knee, and commands Aramis to do likewise. And d'Artagnan not wanting the argument to end with all of them splitting up and Athos telling d'Art and Aramis that they are brothers and always have been, like a dad trying to reconcile his battling sons.

And gosh, Porthos isn't the only one who felt a bit choked up by all of them reconciling, I have to admit. xDDD

I am continually surprised by how lovely Athos is! How kind and warm he is! I've mentioned before, but the screen adaptations never do justice to these qualities in Athos. I really wish they would.

I don‘t mind in the least and I thank you so so dearly for this beautiful message. 💕 Athos really is incredibly soft, with all of them really. He‘s the rock, the one to balance all. The friendship wouldn‘t work without him. He always seems to know what must be done and he‘s always so strong for them all. Which is also the case bc he needs THEM. Maybe even more so than they need him. The moment he loses them, he locks himself in the wine cellar (which was hilarious but still tells you a lot about him really). Thank you for summarizing that heart-wrenching scene from Vingt Ans Après! 💕 And for sharing the Athos feels.

[sorserah]

Mechaniacs - Kirin Jindosh x OC - Chapter III

Summary The story of Dr. Addison Lynch, a neuroscientist who played an important role in the past and will again in the future. (fic from 2017) _________________________________________________ tags: unethical medicine, blood, violence, neurology, neuroscience, dishonored universe usual type of stuff, first person _________________________________________________ ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8598001/chapters/19733941#workskin

Grand Inventor Kirin Jindosh. Owner of the well known clockwork mansion and former student of Anton Sokolov. One of 4 persons I had on my list of people I definitely wanted to meet. Dr Hypatia was already checked and Sokolov, too, since I worked with him on the cure for the plague. But Jindosh was different. We share a fact that changed our whole careers: banned from the Academy for life, for reasons that are still not public. Well at least Jinoshs‘, mine spread around like a second plague. 24 hours were enough and everyone in Dunwall knew what I had done and I was ”asked nicely“ to leave the city. The last person on the list was Delilah Copperspoon. Great artist, twisted mind, but surely great for inspiration, but now, sitting on the throne, harder to reach then ever.

It probably would take some time before Emily would come back and I would be able to interrogate her about everything and the clockwork mansion. I sighed ”I wish I could be there.“ I heard he developed mechanical soldiers, way more impressive than the Tallboys were, they work completely without human interaction. Imagine the opportunities: Give them the ability to feel or to learn by themselves. Learning to react properly in conversations, giving advice based on statistics or based on intuition. And so much more.

I decided to spent the time on cleaning, drying and sorting my notes and things I had in the backpack and there was still the hand issue, that had to be taken of.  Most of the punch cards were ruined, but I was able to copy them almost identically with some old tools I found in the workshop. Unfortunately half of my written notes were completely ruined. The ones that weren‘t made out of ink survived, but it weren‘t many. I let them fall between my legs on the ground and grabbed the pillow next to me just to scream in it for a minute: ”HALF A YEAR OF WORK R U I N E D!“ and then indistinct screaming. How am I supposed to reproduce all correlates and possible causalities without any evidence and notes? I didn‘t know if I would be able to continue my studies now, after all that happened. All the evidences and no corpses. I doubt that Emily would bring me one. She did mention that she needs me for something and maybe I could ask her for a favor, but I guess being here and alive is favor enough. I stood up and moved to the window, it must be around 2 p.m. I could see Serkonos from here. Even if I wanted to leave „Where would I go?“  Not back to Addermire, not back to Dunwall. Maybe there was a university here in Serkonos. I could fake some of my papers, change my name, get my hand fixed...I stared on my flesh lump. I knew enough about anatomy to tell that it would be tough task for a skilled surgeon and impossible for me, even if I wouldn‘t be on this ship and had my tools and laboratory. „Maybe I should just...“ No. I observed my former hand. Chopping it off wasn‘t an option. But the pain will be back soon.

I leaned out of the window, a pleasant breeze, my hair brushing my face. If that one subject hadn‘t been escaped, everything would have been different. My stomach announced with a loud noise it was time to eat, I totally forgot.  I got comfortable in the bed with the loaf of bread. After eating it up and washing down a few more pain killers, I fell asleep. 

I woke at 2 am, someone was screaming in pain. It was me. My hand was hot and I felt my own heartbeat in it. I removed the bandage and inspected it. From my top of fingers down to the wrist it was pitch black. I just stared at it, unable to move, not knowing what to do, when it started to melt. Thick black liquid, running down my arm, burning everything in its way. „Addison, wake up!“ It wasn‘t me screaming, it was someone else. A man. And the person who just had woken me up was Emily. „We need your help. Come.“ This was clearly and order. 

She guided me into the next room, where Sokolov was convulsed in pain on the couch. „What happened?“ „Doesn‘t matter now, help him!“ „I am a neuroscientist not a internist.“ „I don‘t care and if you want to stay on this boat and not be thrown into the ocean right now, you do the best you can to help him.“ That was pretty clear. I found some health elixirs, some flowers and herbs on the table next to him. The herbs wouldn‘t be strong enough. I removed the elixir and poured it into a beaker, went back to my room and crushed a few of the painkillers, added them and heated the mixture up until it was dissolved. Emily was watching the whole time. „I am going to need more of those“ I showed her the painkillers „there won‘t enough in a few days.“ She nodded.  I poured the mixture back into its original vascular, sat down next to Sokolov and injected a bit. It seemed to work. The loud moaning and screaming changed into softer tones and deeper breaths. I turned around and saw Emily standing with the back to me facing Meagen, who entered a few seconds ago, so I took a sip. It was pretty strong.

„What do you mean, you don‘t know where to put him?“ „We don‘t have enough space Emily. Besides someone should watch him. I thought about putting him outside or in the machine room, but honestly I am sure he will just rip out something he can reach and build a clockwork soldier right here, from scratch“ Did she, did Emily...Were they talking about Jindosh? Of course. I sure as hell would volunteer to babysit him all day and all night.  „Put him in her room.“ „Are you sure about that? I mean Emily, both of them are batshit crazy. One slightly more then the other, no offense though“ Well she wasn‘t wrong: „None taken. I will take him, honestly I thought about running, but this thing“ I held up my blood lump „and I shouldn‘t go anywhere anytime soon.“ Emily nodded „You don‘t really argue in your favor, but it‘s not like we have a choice anyway...Fine, but put some handcuffs on him, don‘t put him near anything small and metallic he could reach, to crack them. The door will be open all the time and windows closed at night. Someone will check at least every 2 hours if everything is fine. “ Meagen nodded "Maybe we shoulf hancuff her, too?" Emily examined me "No. She knows what will happen if she tries anything." Meagen left. 

„Addison, is that really you?“ Sokolov seemed to have woken up. „In flesh and blood.“ Emily was at my side shortly after she heard him and he smiled at her, before he fell asleep. „How is he?“ „He is fine and will probably recover. I quick checked him for internal and external wounds, but it doesn‘t seem to be that bad. Give him a few days, maybe a week.“ „Thank you!“ She sounded relieved and took his hand. I gave her the elixir and left. She wasn't right. I didn't know what exactly would happen, if I tried something, but I also wasn't eager to find out.

[sohnswoo]

O SOLE MIO PART TWO

pairing: YUJIN x IDOL!Fem!Reader

genre: fluff, mentions of members, cute

word count: about 800

see also: O SOLE MIO

„Um Y/N, don‘t mind Wonyoung, she is making things up. A-Anyways, I have to go now! See you, bye!“ and she hangs up. She lied. She had nothing to do – or well, she worried about what Wonyoung had sad earlier. About her having a crush on you since the early IZ*ONE days. The fact Wonyoung was the one who revealed it – while knowing that Yujin wasn‘t ready yet to confess, kinda broke her heart as well. She was also scared of your reaction – even the sudden end of the call by hanging up without giving you a chance to speak. Yujin decided it would be the best to stay in her room for the rest of the day, so she did and went to sleep.

The next morning, Wonyoung was the first person to greet Yujin, she stood outside of her room and looked at her. „Listen, I know that it was very wrong of me doing this...to you. I should have stayed put and let you settle it. I‘m sorry- At the same time, how are you feeling? How did the call go – did Y/N-unnie say something?“ When Wonyoung mentioned you, Yujin‘s face went blank. Wonyoung notices and puts one of her hands on her mouth. „Oh no- Don‘t tell me she doesn‘t feel the same, Oh my god, I‘m so sorry unnie!“ she hugged Yujin. Well, about that…

When you heard those words leave Wonyoung‘s lips (even in distance), your heart skipped a beat. You thought ‚WHAT? IS THIS TRUE‘. You were shocked – not in a bad way. You just couldn‘t believe it that she felt something for you, as well. You were in love with Yujin. You wanted to hear it from her first though – so when Wonyoung blurted it out, you were kinda shocked that Yujin was more than obvious than you. Of course, you knew about her crushing on you – you noticed it by the way she acted differently around you when the both of you met up.  You wanted to be sure that it‘s mutual and not one-sided. However, after Yujin ended the call without letting you speak – or even say goodbye as well, you couldn‘t sleep. You weren‘t able to play it cool – ignore it, like Yujin said, so you stayed up the entire night, thinking. Yujin wouldn‘t play around, right? Not when it‘s a topic like that. You knew Yujin -  she wouldn‘t joke around like that right?

The next day, you decided it would be good for the both of you to not write. Even if you wanted to, she actually wanted to text you as well. But for your own sake you decided if she would message you, you wouldn‘t reply. So, days passed and you guys didn‘t interact. So, you wrote her. You texted her if she wanted to meet up. You had no ill intentions – you just couldn‘t stand this awkwardness anymore. You wanted to hear it from Yujin, you wanted to tell her how you feel as well. So that‘s what you did. You only hoped it will be the right choice – for the both of you.

You told her that you wanted to meet her in a near café, and got a boba tea and ordered her favorite drink as well. When she entered the café her smile instantly froze – not because of you but she realized that it‘s actually happening. Now. She got closer to you and sat down. „Thank you for coming“ you told her while shooting her a smile. There was definitely tension in the air – you just couldn‘t describe it whether it was embarrasment or awkwardness. You both had a nice conversation but decided not to talk about the recent event. You didn‘t want her to have a bad feeling so you thought you would get your answer sooner or later. And sometimes, some things were solved better by actions than words. So you let actions speak.

When walking her to the dorm after your little meet-up, you just couldn‘t keep it in anymore. „Sooo, Yujin, about that day when Wonyoung…..mentioned something, did you mean it?“, her gaze would shoot to yours immediately and her eyes would grow wider. „Huh? What- Oh, well about that…. I need to tell you something.“ She stopped in her tracks and turned to you again. „Well, I had a talk with Wonyoung the next day and told her it‘s not nice to say things like that – but somehow- It‘s not that I didn‘t mean i- Well I told you to ignore it and about that, I lied.“ You would be shocked now, what didn‘t she mean?? „Wait, what?“ you asked her. She would sigh. „I like you.“ That was it – that was everything you needed to hear.

A smile started to creep up on your face and you would look at her. She was having her eyes on the ground, trying to hide her rosy cheeks. „Ah, Yujinnie~ Do you want to know something?“; you grabbed her by her hands, making her jump. You would hug her and give her a peck. „I like you too silly. I just wanted to hear you say it.“

Yujin was relieved. She thanked Wonyoung – but she was more thankful that you felt the same.

[softjaehyvn]

memories of him, last winter | j.jh

— slight angst & fluff

∞

last winter was the last time he was yours.

you would always go and spend your winter break together in a cabin, somewhere up in the mountains and would turn your phones off and lock them away, so you could relax from all the stress. you would watch movies, eat dinner together, give each other christmas presents and have the time of your life. they were always great memories — always full of showing each other how much you loved each other after you couldn‘t do that when both of you were busy with your working lives.

jung yoonoh was the love of your life. he still is the love of your life. after a long, content relationship, everything slowly started going downhill. starting with that he couldn‘t take those two weeks off last winter to go to your yearly trip to the cabin. he was so busy, that he simply wasn‘t able to take a break. so, you went there all by yourself. you felt so lonely there, everything you saw there reminded you of him.

sometimes you simply missed him.

those two weeks were the cause of a lot of your fights and uncomfortable moments with him. you were constantly complaining about things he did, just the way he would complain about everything you did that wasn‘t

after your break-up with him, you had moved out of his place and moved to your friend for a while until you had found your own place.

slowly, you had gotten used to the fact that he was gone now. yet, you felt lonely all by yourself at home. you missed him, you missed the way he would just hug you from behind when you‘d be cooking something and he had been able to come home earlier than planned. you missed the way his lips on your skin would feel when he‘d just press a light kiss on your jaw.

you didn‘t know if it was the alcohol in your system that made you call him or if it was just your heart still wanting to be with him.

“helloooo“, you babbled into the microphone of your phone. “i missed you.“ you added and waited patiently for him to reply. he didn‘t for a few seconds though.

“what do you want?“

the coldness in his voice made your skin shiver and you looked at your phone to make sure that it was yoonoh you called. when you saw his name on the screen, you were surprised at the way he talked to you. what was going on that his voice was so cold and without any kind of emotion?

“i missed you, yoonoh“, you repeated, this time your voice was a lot more clearer than before. “even if i first drunk called you, i miss you. can we maybe… meet up and talk?“

there was nothing. when you once again checked your phone, you saw that the call ended. you weren‘t sure whether he hung up himself or if there was a problem with the connection. you didn‘t check again either and also didn‘t call him again. the way his voice sounded so cold and like he simply didn‘t care about anything related to you, made you sip a little water so you could sober up a little. when you finally had a slightly clearer mind, you checked your phone again. you then saw a message there:

“sorry, the connection broke off, i‘ll call you later when i‘m back home.“

he never called back.

—

you did expect him to call back, though. it slightly made you sad that he didn‘t care about you as much as you still did about him. at least that was how you thought he was feeling about you.

because you didn‘t know that he was holding his phone in his hand so many times, yet not calling you ever back.

yoonoh was in his office and was waiting for you to maybe call so he could excuse himself with his workload. he felt dumb for being weak like this — it wasn‘t a secret that he was still missing you, everyone around him knew about his feelings for you. the breakup a few months ago was still something he regret deeply and he would never really stop thinking about that very moment you left him for good.

he wanted to call you, yet didn‘t have the courage to do so because he wasn‘t sure how you would take it.

you slowly had gotten tired of waiting for him, which is why you decided to call him one more time. you needed to hear his voice for some reason, you didn‘t really know what was going on with you in that moment. you just had to.

“hello?“

a light smile appeared on your lips when you heard his soft, yet deep voice over your phone‘s speaker.

“i missed you“, you blurted out, not even caring about anything anymore. you just needed to see him, at least talk everything out. even if you wouldn‘t manage to solve your problems, you just wanted to see him and talk out everything you couldn‘t a few months ago. maybe it would lead to you two managing to solve your problems slowly.

when you broke up with yoonoh, you didn‘t talk. you simply didn‘t try to communicate or try to understand the other one. you constantly had yelled at each other, didn‘t try to hear each other out.

you regret so many things you had told him back then.

“i missed you, too. i‘m sorry for treating you so badly back when we broke up. can we maybe try to talk this out?“, he asked you. “i‘d love to see you again.“

you smiled a little at his shaky voice and then finally replied with a soft ‘yes. let‘s meet up’ before you finally set up a time and a place to meet.

maybe this time you would manage to speak about both your feelings and this time without the screaming and yelling at each other. you were happy that he offered himself to meet up and talk. there were so many things you were happy about in that moment.

maybe this time, you wouldn‘t have to get lost in the memories of him from last winter. maybe this time, you would be able to go and do all the things you used to do once again with him.

—

main taglist | @n8dlesoupguk @wownajaemin @loviehyuck @winniet

[nyahstrg]

yuuji dating nanami‘s daughter

cw: grammar errors, making out, mention of hickeys and love bites

genre: fluff, slight nsfw

format: headcanon, drabble

pronouns: she/her

how you met;

- okay so WHAT has this boy got himself into?

- the first time he laid his eyes on you he felt like in a romance manga

- immediately asking megumi who this fellow classmate is

- boy lost his social skill by approaching you immediately

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"hey! i‘m ita-" the pink haired boy tries to say why he walks over to you, already lifting a hand.

"oh, hey." you elegantly turn around. is the sun brighter on your skin or is this shinning around you normal? "i, ehh..."

you giggle and hide your mouth quickly with your hand as you see the pink haired boy blushing.

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- yuuji.exe stopped working

- boy is a isjp pisces, he WON‘T be rational

- from there one he follows you everywhere around, not that you mind, it‘s cute

- he just loves your warm aura and smile, and laugh, and the way you would talk about your interest, the way you would listen to him even though he‘s stammering or talking nonsense

- sukuna makes fun of him for running behind a woman like that but yuuji couldn‘t mind less

- since you grew up in tokyo, you show him all your favorite shops and restaurants

- insist in paying for your food and carrying all you shopping bags

- always tries to go alone with you so it feels more like a date

- being pouty when megumi/nobara joins since he likes to be alone with you

- everyone including you knows about his huge crush, it’s public knowledge

- you‘re not the mean type so you don‘t say no, you even enjoy getting his attention (bro, i would)

- he even arranges a WHOLE picnic date for you, which his brother todo suggest, guaranteeing he will get you with that

- yes you develop a pretty cute relationship and faster than you know, you start dating ♡

him finding out your nanamis daughter;

- boy was never this shocked/surprised in his life, not even when he found out he got possessed by a 1000 year old curse

-was definitely after the time nanami tutored him so he knew this man and your personalities were quite different

- you always talked about your lovely dad, who adopted you when you were 10, made you these cute lunch boxes with panda formed onigiri, would sing you lullabies, spoiled you and were literally such a softy..................for you

- yes, all these things were about the nanami kento

- even gojou didn’t knew you were his daughter, literally nanami told non of his fellow sorcerer about you

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"[y/n]....does he know, we date?" yuuji asked you, still shocked about the reveal. you chuckled slightly and then looked shamefully away.

"[y/n]!"

"i‘m sorry...the thing is, he‘s just really protective of me and to convince him attending jujutsu high was already hard, but to get a boyfriend...." you sighed, remembering how he would literally flinch when he heard some stranger male name come out of your mouth.

yuuji hide his face frustrated in your chest, while you were going with your hand through his fluffy hair. "don‘t worry, he will be maybe a bit mad that i didn‘t told him earlier but he won‘t do actually anything." you tried to ressure your boyfriend.

he lifted his face a bit and smiled sadly. "and what if he kills me?" you cupped his cheeks. "he won‘t, because i love you."

how nanami finds out yuuji dates you;

- lemme prepare my tee, because the drama is getting hot in here

- there were many times nanami almost caught you...

- one of them: when you were in your room, making out, you on his lap, bruising each others lip while leaving love marks on your necks. what you didn‘t see coming was nanami heading to your room to check up on his little daughter. so when you heard him talking in the corridor with gojou you two went apart faster than sukuna could cut pizza slices, re-arranged your clothes and placing yourselves both apart as far as you could — it was close, too close.

- so a reminder to the hickeys, yuuji did them all the time despite you telling him to stop

- BUT this boy LOVED touching you, and hugging you from behind while you sit on his lap, kissing your neck and do them love bites and spots

- and you weren‘t innocent too, since you always caught yourself moving your mouth to his perfect jawline and throat, doing more than just kissing

- so nanami wasn‘t stupid, silly of you two to think he wouldn‘t connect the dots

- yuuji having these dark spots on his neck once in a while when he sees him, scolding him for walking around like that

- seeing you having the similar spots on your throat, just that you always tell him it was your heated curler

- as i said, he‘s not stupid

- and a pattern of events showed when he sometimes wanted to check on you whenever he was in the jujutsu facility just to find you 'studying' with yuuji in his or your room, being busy jogging with him or currently hanging in the city

- it was always yuuji, rarely megumi, nobara or some other student

- and yuuji having these marks on his skin but never been seen with a girlfriend or rather a different girl than his precious daughter

- and you having these similar dark spots

- you two are dating in secret in front of him but not making it look really secretive

- so when he was sure his assumption were right he did was had to be done and called gojou for a meeting who happily accepted

- he asked his white haired colleague straightforward

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"is itadori dating y/n?" the seriousness in his voice was impossible to miss and even though gojou wasn‘t any of them both, he felt caught and like he was in trouble.

his face was answer already answer enough. "nanami...i wanted to tell you, hehehe." gojou laughed nervously and started to panic eat his mochis.

the anger built up inside of nanami, he felt fooled. "no you didn‘t and they too."

how nanami confronts you tw0;

- it was a nice afternoon on a weekend

- your lovely dad invited you to a dinner, just the both of you like always

- different than your usual dinners, he insisted to cook the food alone

- you didn‘t think much of it, assuming he wanted to surprise you with something so you happily arrived in front of your apartment

- but when you entered your dinner room you were surprised to not only see that perfect cooked food but also your boyfriend, sitting on the table, uncomfortable looking down

- "hey, ba- ahem, i mean y/n." he looked so pale you had the urge to check up on him but you couldn’t move, not with this stare on your side

- nanami pulled the chair beside yuuji back "common, sit down y/n."

- nanami smiled slightly making this whole scenario more frightening

- you looked at yuuji while you sit down, meeting your panic with his

- yes you two were f*cked

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"you didn‘t bothered to inform me of your relationship?" nanami took a sip from his drink, enjoying the position he was in.

you chocked on air. there was no way you would get out of this easy. yuuji‘s palms were sweating while he rubbed them against each other. like a reflex, you placed your hand on top of his to get him calm, just a little.

"dad, i...." you squeezed your boyfriend’s hand. "i really wanted to tell about....us, but-"

"but what? you forgot? never had the right moment? for 7 months?"

yuuji and your gaze met again. Gojou!

"listen dad, when we started dating so suddenly and i knew how you felt about me having a boyfriend...i just really was afraid." this time yuuji squeezed your hand, hoping the comfort would make you feel less anxious right now.

"you shouldn‘t be afraid to tell me the truth and hide a relationships." his tone was less angry or threatening, more soft and you felt safer. nanami‘s gaze went to yuuji. "and to you itadori."

itadori startled. not his turn. "i won‘t forgive you that you didn‘t told me and as my daughters boyfriend, you have to earn my trust, until then i will have an extra eye on you." his eyes were piercing yuuji‘s soul and he felt like losing it.

he already got his girlfriend‘s dad on his bad side and it was also his tutor.

you felt more than just relieved. a warm smile slipped up your mouth. "thank you, dad! thanks for your forgiveness, your the best." you stood up and walked up to him, hugging him tightly. he stroked your lower back, while he was still glaring deadly at yuuji.

just when you were about to sit down, your dad continued . "you two will come to dinner every two weeks, no skipping or excuses." you eagerly nod, with a big smile on your mouth, while yuuji just nod, still pale. i have to do this again....

"but." you two eye pairs shot to nanami‘s. this but had an undertone which screamed alert.

"if i ever again see one of you with one of these shameful dark spots on your skin, walking around like that in public like that, and espacially you y/n, then i promise that next time we won‘t just have a normal dinner and i will make sure you two will never have the chance to spend a single second together, alone. do you understand me?

the hickeys. how embarrassing.

you hide your face in you palms, not daring to met your father‘s eyes right now.

"yes, mr. nanami." yuuji chocked out. they didn‘t even start easting and he already had 2 silent panic attacks. this would be a long evening.

your relationship since nanami knows;

- since that one dinner your relationship didn‘t change much

- nanami started always asking if you‘re with yuuji right now before he went to your room

- lowkey he started dislinking and liking him more, it‘s hard to describe

- nanami still don‘t trust yuuji for dating his daughter behind his back but likes to see how happy he makes you

- he knew he had to accept that you would someday be in a relationship it was just so suddenly for him and the fact that you tried to hide it for 7 months

- yuuji took the hickey rule seriously and since that day he had a fear of kissing your neck

- you had to convince him that as long as he wouldn‘t suck or bite your throat/neck there won‘t be anything

- he also didn‘t touch your throat or neck for like a month since when he once laid his hand on your neck while you two were cuddling, sukuna‘s mouth appeared and he just bite

- yes, he bite you.

- you had to cover that mark with make up and yuuji even brought you a scarf in panic nanami would find out

- and oh how yuuji feared the first few dinners u have

- it felt always like a subtitle interview and he thought with everything he said he would mess up a little more

- after a few times they became better and it started to actually be more relaxed

- yuuji even started to celebrate some holidays with you two

- so yeah, after nanami started trusting that boy again he could sleep peacefully at night, knowing his daughter was dating a faithful guy

- still he wouldn’t tell yuuji that he was completely okay with that to keep him humbling

- he definitely hesitates before he touches you for a time because he always sees this glare

- yuuji would also definitely be the type of guy who asked for your dad’s permission before he proposes[in the future] and he would definitely asked nanami

- yuuji is definetly the type of guy who ressures your dad every time he sees him that he would die for you

- nanami totally likes that yuuji see‘s him so much as an authority, even in your relationship even though you tell your boyfriend he don‘t have to be so formal in every situation

- not having to hide your relationship anymore[even though it‘s just for nanami] took a burden of you two

- so yeah, you’re relationship evolved and also yuuji‘s with nanami’s made a shift

[waiting-for-motivation]

taking care

summary: Both, Diego and his girlfriend know what to do when the other has a panic attack.

request: Fic about Diego having a panic attack cos of his time at the Mental Hospital and his siblings trying to calm him down! Love ur writing btw ~ anon

+ Fic about Diego’s siblings finding footage or something from the Mental Hospital he was in and seeing how badly he was treated. ~ anon

+ A Diego fic where his girlfriend (the reader) has break in anxiety because of past experiences. She panics thinking someone is breaking into her apartment and she hides away in a place only Digeo would know where to look and when he finds her he calms her down and makes her feel safe. ~ anon

pairings: Diego Hargreeves x reader

warnings: anxiety attack, angst (like...obviously) but still fluffy

words: 1161

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

The file lands on the table, followed by a dull sound. It‘s labelled with the name Diego Hargreeves. In contrary to the file Five still holds in his hands, this one is thicker and looks like it was used a lot. The sides are ripped and creased.

All eyes are on the file, except for one. Diego stares at the knife in his hands. He wishes his girlfriend would be here with him. She could calm him down and give him some kind of strength.

“Why didn‘t you tell us?“, Five asks almost reproachful and points at the file on the wooden table. His brother doesn‘t look up.

“What‘s this?“, Luther asks as he picks up the thick file and starts browsing through it. The huge man widens his eyes in shock.

“I was looking for more information about Lila but instead I found this“, Five explains. The other file must be the one belonging to Lila but that doesn‘t matter to any of the siblings in the room right now.

“The patient is defiant, cynical and violent. Medication has to be increased.“

Diego remembers how they drugged him until he couldn‘t remember his own name anymore.

“Three days in the isolation cell had no effects on the patient.“

They imprisoned him like a cruel criminal. The cell was hell because not only was Diego isolated but the lack of sounds and light played with his mind. Three days of isolation had effects on him.

“A carer had to knock him out because he tried to escape.“

Diego didn‘t want to escape. He was on his way to the canteen. That special carer just hated him and thought it would be funny to punch the defenseless and drugged Diego in the face.

“The patient wont eat.“

Although the food in the mental hospital wasn‘t the best, Diego always ate the food he got. He knew he needed to be ready to escape this hell. They simply didn‘t give him food because he denied to take any more pills.

Luther reads out loud more details of his brothers life in the mental hospital but Diegos ears start ringing. His sight gets blurred. Neither can Diego see or hear anything anymore. The only feeling surrounding him is pain and fear.

He grips his knees as hard as possible and tries to focus on anything but the damage is already done. Diego has an anxiety attack.

Too late do his siblings notice their brothers discomfort and even the moment they realize they hurt him, they just stand and stare.

Fortunately, (Y/n) returns that moment with the groceries she was supposed to get. The moment she see her boyfriend slumped on the couch with tears streaming over his cheeks, she lets go of the paper bag. Quickly, she runs to Diego and doesn‘t wait a second to hug him.

With his girlfriend on his lap and her arms around his shaking body, Diego has finally something good to focus on. (Y/n) knows him well enough to be aware of the fact that only warmth and human touch can help Diego out of his panic attacks.

After some time Diegos siblings know they have to fo something. At least they were the ones to cause his distress. So, one by one they join the hug which is quiet difficult because Diego and (Y/n) are sitting on the couch.

Finally, all of the Hargreeves siblings have their arms protectively around their brother in a family hug.

A crackling makes the female sit up in her bed. She starts breathing uneven when she hears someone at her front door. It has to be a burglar.

Immediately, (Y/n) jumps out of her bed. She remembers the last time someone broke inside her apartment. It was terrible and scary. The burglar punched her and if a certain vigilant wouldn‘t have come though her window, she wouldn‘t have survived. Fortunately, the vigilant who si her boyfriend now saved her.

The female runs to the one spot at her wall where Diego build some kind of hideout for her. (Y/n) opens the invisible door and crawls inside. In there she huddles up and closes her eyes.

There are slow steps in her bedroom and (Y/n)s heart start beating fast and uneven. Suddenly, she can‘t get any air inside her lungs anymore. She gasps for breath like a fish on dry land but quickly places a hand over her mouth. The fear of the burglar finding her rises inside her chest and it tightens further.

Then the door gets ripped open and in front of the anxious female stands no burglar but her boyfriend. Diego stares at the crouched person with wide brown eyes.

“Hey, baby. It‘s okay. It‘s just me. It‘s Diego“, he whispers and kneels down in front of his girlfriend. Carefully, he places a hand on her cheek and the other hold onto one of her hands. Only now do tears stream over (Y/n)s face.

“Baby. Can you list five things you can see?“, Diego asks with a soft voice and caresses her cheek with his thumb. (Y/n) swallows hardly and takes an shaking deep breath. Her eyes wander over Diego and her bedroom.

“I-I can see...you. And I can see...my bed. There is my fav-favorite plushy. The flowers you gave me this morning. T-The book shelf“, the female whispers with a shaking voice.

Diego looks at the bed and the plushy. He knows leaving (Y/n) for a few seconds could make things worse, but he is sure the plushy will calm her down. So Diego stands up and runs to the bed, getting the plushy and then handing it to (Y/n). She tries to smile at him.

“Okay. Now four things you can touch“, Diego tells her. He sits down again and takes one of her hands in his. (Y/n) presses the plushy to her chest.

“The plushy. I can feel...your hands. The carpet. My sleeping shirt“, the female says a little calmer but there are still tears streaming over her cheeks. And her breathing is still uneven.

“Well done, baby! Now three things you can hear“, Diego suggests and smiles at proudly at his girlfriend.

“Yo-Your voice.“ (Y/n) takes her time and listens closely. “The rain outside. My own breathing.“

“You‘re doing great! What about two things you can smell“, Diego says and places one of his hands on (Y/n)s neck, stroking her chin with his rough thumb.

“Your scent“, the female moves closer to her boyfriend. “And the slight smell of the rain outside.“

Diego nods enthusiastic because he proud how calm his girlfriend is already. The tears are gone, only the wetness of her cheeks show that she cried. Her breathing is almost back to normal and her body doesn‘t shake anymore.

“Okay, last one. One thing you can taste, baby“, Diego smiles at her and leans his forehead against (Y/n)s.

“You“, she whispers and the next moment they share a careful but still passionate kiss.

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Scared & Sacred - Ch. 2

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Description: The Mandalorian had helped you while you were hunted for your family name and you had grown a little closer over the months, but you didn’t expect THIS. How was this possible after just three times of getting so close to him. You had to find a nurse as fast as possible. Warnings: pregnancy, angst, lots of emotions, canon typical violence, fighting

M A S T E R L I S T

Chapter 2 - The Letter

Every night you prepared some more food in little portions to keep you alive on the journey you would start soon. You had three pairs of every clothing in a compartment that you would put into a bag, bought another bag on the last planet to put the food, water and a blanket in. Even got a cheap med pack on the last planet. On the next planet you‘d leave. You‘d find someone to bring you back to that harmonic place where the nurse droid told you that you were expecting.

„Cyare?“ You closed the compartment as you heard him come closer. „Hm?“ You looked up at him in front of you, holding a fuzzing Grogu. „Something‘s upsetting him.“ Arms reached up and grabbed Grogu out of Din‘s gentle grasp. „Hey, sweetpea, you‘re safe here. We won‘t let anything happen to you, yeah?“ You tried to calm him a bit. It worked a tiny bit, but he wiggled free again to sit on your lap and nuzzle into your belly. „Better?“ You chuckled and got a coo of agreement, making you chuckle. Eyes wandered up to the Mandalorian again, „It‘s okay, he can sleep here.“ It would be a nice last night having Grogu sleeping right on top of you, showing love to his sibling. You started to notice that region of your body growing harder to the touch. „Do you mind if we share?“ Din‘s modulated voice reached your ears. „I‘d prefer sleeping alone, if I‘m being honest.“ You answered softly, shutting him out of your heart and bed. „Did I do anything to upset you? You‘ve been very distant since we left Arcaro.“ That was the harmonic planet, you saved the name internally. „I miss your touch.“ „Oh, no no. Just having a lot on my mind at the moment. Going through memories of my childhood and all.“ That was only half a lie, so you didn‘t feel very bad. „If you need to talk, you know I‘m there.“ You nodded softly, starting to hear Grogu snore. „Get some sleep, Din. You have people to hunt tomorrow.“ You smiled and saw him nod before heading off to his cot.

You couldn‘t sleep with the journey ahead on your mind, so you grabbed a piece of flimsy and started writing a letter to Din that you would leave behind, attaching your soup recipe that the kid liked the most. You put it in an envelope and put it between your pillow and the mattress. Shortly after the exhaustion of the day got you to fall asleep for a few hours. 

Din and Grogu were hunting for a Corellian woman while you got the last important pieces for your journey and the ship. You filled up the food supply, bought another melee weapon and you found a very used vest that would hold off blaster shots that you put on under your gown. Once all of that was done you checked through your backpack and side bag and put them on your body. A deep breath went through you as you looked around one last time. This was a great home and protection for a while, but it was time for another chapter in your life. You‘d miss Grogu a lot, as well as the beskar armored man with the patience of a Jedi.

You headed down the main street of the city to find a ship you could fly with all the way back towards the planet of Arcaro. You ended up meeting a woman that used to be a fighter for the Republic. Hated the Empire and thought bounty hunters are annoying. Seemed safe enough. As you took off she asked, „What‘s your business here?“ „Leaving behind the people that helped me run from the people that hunted my family because I‘m with child and they weren‘t ready to accept that kinda life.“ You kept it short but clear. „Damn, that sounds like a lifestory if I ever heard one. Who knocked you up?“ She was direct. Reminded you of Cara. „The man that protected me for the last months. Very kind, kind of emotionally incompetent, definitely wouldn‘t take the news well.“ „I see.“ She nodded before jumping into hyperspace. She knew you had the credits to pay her, everything else was just listening to your interesting story and getting a good tip for a market.

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Din stepped into his ship with Grogu. It was dead silent, not completely unusual. What was unusual was the fact you didn‘t react when he called out „Cyare?“ The child in his arms cooed in confusion and looked up at him with a frown. „She might still be caught up on the market. We‘ll wait.“ But even that plan fell away once he had fully arrived home and opened the compartment that you had fully stocked before leaving. „Oh, I‘m having a bad feeling about this,“ he whispered to himself as he closed the compartment and put the scanner on his helmet on. Only your footsteps, no others in sight. That didn‘t make sense. She never really went on walks, when she did she always was back in time to welcome him. He followed the steps and arrived in another hangar. „Hey, you there!“ He pointed at the slightly intimidated man near the hangar. „Y-Yes?“ „Have you seen a human woman in white and blue gowns, a green bag and braided hair? This big, cloak is blue too, with white details on it.“ „She went through here, yes.“ „Did she seem afraid?“ „No, she was acting normal. Talked to a woman that frequently takes travellers with her to other places. Seemed to be ready for a trip.“ „Dank ferrik! Thank you.“ NOW he was a different type of concerned. Why did you leave? Willingly! He scanned over the holopad the man held, taking in the information on it that he hoped was about the ship you were in.

When he got back he noticed one of his weapons missing in his arsenal, your blue blindfold on the co-pilot seat and everything neatly cleaned and organized in the kitchen. This was starting to kill him from the inside out. What had happened? What would make you get up and leave on purpose? From the man you loved and the child you cared for so much? He checked your bed. It wasn‘t made. The only thing in here that wasn‘t neat and tidy. And there he saw it, something sticking out from under your pillow. His mind went back to the time he found a little booklet there. A booklet about human children, medical stuff. He took off his gloves and grabbed the flimsy, opening the envelope he held in his hands shortly after and noticed it was a letter addressed at him.

*Dear Din, I know this might be confusing. That I‘m gone now, that I went without telling you. I know it‘s dangerous out there and that you are a big reason I‘m still breathing, but I couldn‘t bear the idea of making a decision benefiting you and leaving me lost. When you told me you weren‘t ready for a child, I knew I had to leave. I won‘t decide against it and I didn‘t wanna hear from your voice that I shouldn‘t keep it. I‘ll miss you. I‘ll miss Grogu. He‘ll miss his unborn sibling too. I know how excited he was for it. I‘m content with knowing that the child was created out of love. Two months and about a week ago. I hope that gives you rest about the situation. I‘ll go back to Arcaro. The place with the beautiful market and one of the best nurse droids I‘ve ever met. I‘ll figure out where to go and how to be on my own from there. I hope you don‘t mind that I took one of the weapons you barely used in the last months. Have this recipe for Grogu in return, he loves it the most and sleeps the best after eating it. Love, Y/N*

Din was drowning in an ocean of feelings. He wanted to cry, scream, beg, jump in happiness and yearned to have you in his arms. Oh, how much he wanted to have you in his arms right now. How much he wished you would‘ve told him that day. He would‘ve pushed away all your doubts. He would‘ve worshipped you, your body, the wonders happening inside of you. Instead you were running from him like he was some disgusting monster. 

He sat down in the pilots seat with Grogu on his arm and the letter in the other hand, setting it down gently and punching in the coordinates to the planet you mentioned. You‘d arrive there after him if he did this trick right. 

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You gave the Republic lady a big tip and a hug. „It‘s rare to meet someone to talk to like this. Thank you for the ride and the long talk.“ You smiled at her and she grabbed both of your arms gently. „I land here every now and then, so if you ever see this piece of metal land, say hello.“ She grinned and let you go.

You stepped down the ramp of her vessel to see the market you loved so much fairly empty. It was really early in the morning on this planet. You got closer to the market and saw how some vendors currently refilled their little shops. „Where do you think you‘re going?“ A dark voice was audible behind you. It was familiar. „Kuuvi?“ You turned around to the man that has been hunting you for a year now. He used to be a good friend. „Yes, it‘s me.“ You turned around to him with a smile. „How have you been?“ You asked as if he didn‘t have the capacity to kill you right there. „Eating good, having a nice ship, good people around. How about you?“ He shrugged. „Except for the nice ship I can only say the same.“ „Where is your tin can?“ „Oh, he‘s just getting some supplies. Looking for a better ship at the moment. Razor Crest is great and all, but it gets crammed in there.“ You chuckled. Being royalty made you a master of lies sometimes „Twi‘ku still wants you on his doorstep.“ He gave a dirty grin. „You still work for that half-rotten idiot with bad rates? Moff Gideon would pay you so much more, I mean he‘s the source.“ „Either would pay me enough to retire if I deliver you.“ „Well, would be against the code of any guild.“ „Huh?“ „Pregnant women aren‘t allowed to be hunted.“ With a sweet grin you watched him realize the information you had just dropped and frown, enough distracted time to run one of your knives through his throat. He grabbed after you, getting out his vibroblade, but you had a gun trained on him in return, stepping on his lung and taking out the knife. „Traitor!“ You pulled the trigger and burned a hole through his heart. Two more men were running at you, one got a blastershot to the throat and the other got your new staff punched over the head.

You looked up to see people around the market hiding behind stuff, before hearing a saber lighting up behind you. „It‘s nice to see you alone for once.“ Moff Gideon. You were dead. You were so damn dead. „What do you want from me?“ you growled and heard him chuckle. „Not much, you just took something from me that you can‘t give back.“ „My brother killing your daughter isn‘t something that involves me!“ „No, but I overheard you are with child, so we might as well call it even.“ He charged at you with his dark saber, but just before it could hit you there was something big landing between you both.

„Nobody hurts my child.“ You heard his possessive and protective voice. „Oh, how sweet.“ He attacked Din ruthlessly, making you both step back further and further. Troopers came at you from left and right and you took out the second weapon you stole from Din, shooting left and right while leaned against his back. Behind you the saber strained against Din‘s arm guards. „Give up. You won‘t win this.“ Gideon hissed at him. You heard more jetpacks land behind you. Three blue Mandalorians landed in Din‘s sight behind Moff Gideon. „You have something that‘s mine and you better give it to me.“ You heard a familiar female voice. „Bo-Katan Kryze.“ His voice was somewhere between a chuckle and an unsure shakiness. There were no living stormtroopers anymore in just seconds and the four Mandalorians closed in on Moff. His saber not working on their armor. „Any last words?“ Bo-Katan asked with a serious voice. „They‘ll never stop coming for you. For your children, your family, your friends, your religion. They will always watch.“ Din put a blaster shot through his head from a low angle, „Psycho.“

He turned around to envelope you into the safety of his arms, „Cyar‘ika!“ You were shaking and gripping onto his cape, „I‘m okay. We‘re okay.“ „You can‘t just run off like that.“ He sounded wound up, probably thinking about what would‘ve happened if he hadn‘t arrived in time. „I thought-“ „Your thoughts aren‘t the reality. You really thought I‘d tell you to get rid of your unborn child. I told you children are seen as sacred in Mandalorian culture.“ You looked behind him and got a nod from a helmetless Bo-Katan, „We‘ll get this done, go talk.“ Din tightly put his arms around you and you shot up into the sky before landing on top of a building. His hands, freed from gloves, wandered over your cheeks. „I wish you would‘ve told me. I wish so much that I could‘ve been able to tell you to stop worrying and I wish you would‘ve been able to see me jump in joy at the news. I know we don‘t talk a lot, but this was the time you should‘ve talked. If I had said something negative you still could‘ve left.“ Your lip started trembling, he was right. You were so dumb for doing this. „Hey, no no, I understand why you did it, cyare.“ His helmet touched your forehead. His hands wandered down your sides, „Can I?“ You nodded and felt his hand wander over the hardened skin on your lower belly. He went on his knees before you, hands on your hips before they wandered to his helmet. „Din, no.“ You whispered and heard the hiss. „I thought about this for a long time. There is not one way, there are multiple ways that all have the same core. Look at Bo-Katan, Boba, all these people we met. I grew up in a version of this religion that doesn’t work for me anymore, I don‘t want that to be our child's life too. I want to live it our way.“ And with that the helmet came off. „They are gone, no one can hurt you two and Grogu anymore.“ „But the Empire.“ „We‘ll deal with it.“ The helmet went down and you could finally see his face. Soft face, with harsh features, smiling, „Besides. You looked pretty hot fighting off those idiots.“ „Wait till I break your hand while delivering the child.“ You chuckled with tears streaming down your face. He was so beautiful, so gentle. His nose pressed against your belly, his grip on your hips tightening just enough for you to feel even safer. „Where‘s Grogu?“ „On the ship, probably eating all the supplies.“ You both chuckled and enjoyed the moment for a while longer. „I can‘t wait to meet you, ad‘ika,“ he whispered to your unborn baby. There was so much love in his eyes that you started crying again. „Oh, cyare.“ He took your face in his hands with a caring frown on his face. „Don‘t mind me, just hormones.“ You chuckled to lighten up the situation. „My riduur.“ His bare forehead met yours. „Huh?“ „It- It means partner.“ He said it with such an innocent unsureness that you had to whisper a small, „Oh, baby.“ „I‘ll open up to you more, yeah? We‘ll find a good planet to stay.“ „I like this one so much.“ „I know, cyar‘ika. But maybe we should go to Sorgan for a while before coming back here. Grogu will have children to play with and you will be able to relax.“ His thumbs still caressed your cheeks. „Okay, my knight in shining armor.“ You smiled and kissed his nose, before taking his helmet and putting it back on his head.

You flew back to where you had fought, finding Bo-Katan with the dark saber. „I can rule over Mandalore again and you both are more than welcome there once it‘s done.“ She sent you both a smile. „We might take you up on that.“ You smiled back at her. „We‘ll clean this up and make sure nobody else is hunting for your children. We owe you for finally having this in our hands.“ She held up the saber. „Thank you,“ Din said sincerely and nodded before you said your goodbyes and went back to the ship.

You found Grogu arms deep in a jar of nectar. „Oh Grogu.“ You giggled and he turned around with his signature coo, ears falling at being caught. „It‘s alright, but don‘t do it again. You wanna see your dada‘s face?“ You asked picking him up, cleaning him with something from one of your bags. His eyes got wider and his ears perked. You let down both your bags and the cloak before turning around to Din. „Ready?“ You smiled and he nodded before taking off his helmet. The child gasped and reached for his face, so you held him up to it. He babbled while touching all over his face, Din chuckling and intently listening. Had he always looked like that beneath the helmet when talking to Grogu? „Dada.“ His and your eyes widened at that. You turned Grogu around to look at you and praised him, „Good boy, you love your dada so much, don‘t you?“ A tiny giggle came from his body before he wiggled again. „You wanna say hello to your sibling?“ Another squeak. You sat down on the floor, so did Din while also losing some parts of his armor. He watched as the child put his hands on your belly and closed his eyes, you felt the gentle tingle again. His tiny green nose nuzzled into your skin right where he felt his sibling through the force. „You‘ll see it in a couple months.“ You smiled down at Grogu and gently touched his ears. He could sense that good things happened. That you both weren‘t as worried as you usually were. „Let‘s go to Sorgan and meet the children you like playing with, yeah?“ Another happy squeak came from the green child. „Ner aliit.“ Din murmured softly. You understood without asking. You were his family now and he was yours.

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[lilydiaone]

Spoiler for 139 AOT

I know a lot people say they like the ending but personally I‘m really dissatisfied with it. It felt rushed and there are few characters whos end I actually liked. I‘m not gonna send death threaths over it like some people (that‘s messed up), still I like to make some points and see what the fraction that loved it has to say about it. I‘m gonna write down the ending of the important characters and what exactly I thought about it

Levi: I honestly liked his ending the best because I‘m so suprised he surrived at all. No but I liked how he ended up staying with Falco and Gabi, especially since he protected the latter in the last few chapters. I feel like he finally can live his life in peace. Really liked as well when he saw the rest of the deceased Survey Corp.

Gabi and Falco: Their reunion was really cute and I liked that. I do think after all these Falco being able to fly as a titan was kinda a plot device but I can live with it. However I wish Falco would‘ve been shown some reaction over his brothers death which he more or less caused. All in all I felt like everyone just kinda forgot Colt? Yeah but all in all okay.

Jean and Connie: Jean and Connies end was alright as well (though why did they thank Eren? but to that latter more). I‘m glad they didn‘t die and personally didn‘t feel it was neccessary for them to die. I also liked when they saw Sasha however I feel like they should‘ve seen Marco as well? Marco is singlehandly the reason why Jean joined the corps in the first place and I was bummed not to see him. I also would‘ve liked to see Connies mother... I would‘ve loved to see a reunin between her and Connie.

Pieck: I don‘t have much to say beside the fact, I‘m glad she surrived.

Reiner: Reiner is in my opion the one I was most suprised to see alive. I was sure he was gonna die but I‘m okay with it. The scene with his mother was nice and all but Reiner wanted to be a hero all his life and I‘m sad we didn‘t get to see more of it now that he basically is one. I also like to point out that Reiner was shown to be depressed and downright suicidal,this part of his story I feel like we didn‘t get any satisfactory conclusion. And his mother, we didn‘t see much of her but she felt a little out of character to me when she said she was fine with him not being a titan anymore when she pushed him into it since he was a child. But maybe she changed her mind with the rambling. Can live with that.

Annie: Her ending was alright as well but I feel like I‘m the only one who thinks her father is a bad guy. It‘s nice that he wanted her to come home but are we gonna forget that he mercilessly pushed he when she was nothing more but a child. Seriously he treated her horribly. I would‘ve like a solution with that. But you know what that‘s okay.

Historia: Her ending simply didn‘t make any sense. Back when she talked to Eren about what he was planning she was not okay with it but now she is the leader of the Yaegerists?! She apparently married the farmer which was kinda leftfield for me. It also feels like her pregnancy literally had no relevance for the story AT ALL. Like I was sure her baby would get a titan or anything but it was basically just used to sideline her, though I feel like they could‘ve sidelined her simply because she was the queen. Her ending didn‘t make ANY sense.

What truly made the ending horrible to me was the ending of the main trio. Here‘s why.

Eren: Look personally I was not a fan of Erens villian arc because such an emotional character suddenly was emotionless. I felt like you could‘ve handled it better. I even theorized he‘s only doing it because the other future he saw is literally so horrible there really is now other way but to become the villian. Eren killed 80% of humanity. That‘t a lot. He did it so his friends would be heros. AndI mean his friends alone. The rest of Paradis is fucked because everyone blames them. The worst thing is despite this plan, Sasha and Hange more or less died because of Eren. It is also rally shortsighted. The Eldians on the island are kinda worse off and I feel likeit was horrible of Eren to do this. In my eyes he‘s not redeemed at all. He‘s still a villian and a really bad one at that. The worst thing however was when everyone started thanking Eren, like his sacrifice was so great??? Like it literally benefitted 10 people at most. Killing millions of people for this was excessive and didn‘t change anything what he did. They all said him killing everyone was awful and if they instead of fighting him decided to stay on paradies the same thing would‘ve happend. It was still the same situation. why were they thanking him??? And it was revealed that he killed his mother by leading Dina to them. I‘m confused to why Dina couldn‘t eat Bertholt because that would‘ve meant they had another titan with Royal blood. I generally only see advantages to this (seriously can someone explain this to me???)

Armin: Honestly I‘ve been dissatisfied with Armins arc for a long time now. Back when Levi decided to give the titan to Armin instead of Erwin, I was a hundred percent sure it was the right move. Now I think this wouldn‘t have happened if Erwin was still alive. Since the very beginning Armin was smart and his smartness was played of as such an important thing but in the end it didn‘t matter at all. The only time I remember him using his brain after he became a titan was when they attacked Marley and even then Hange said it was was an Erwin like plan, so Erwin could‘ve come upmwith this as well. I held hope till the end that Armin would come up with some grand plan. He didn‘t he just talked to people (is this fucking Naruto?!) and then their minds were changed. His inteligence was totally forgotten. At the end he became the hero because he took credit for what Mikasa did (to his defence Mikasa didn‘t want it anyway but still). His entire arc was an disappointment and I don‘t understand why he was made Commander despite not doing anything other than crying over Eren when Jean was right there.

Mikasa: Mikasa was done by far the dirtiest. Like I can‘t even believe this. Personally I never liked how Mikasa was potrayed as totally dependant on Eren but this... Damn. The entire time I hoped Mikasa would realise that her love for Eren was not healthy especially when she stopped wearing the scarf. That did not happen. Look I know many people like Eren/Mikasa so I will not say what I thought about Erens admission that he wanted to be the only one she ever loved. What pissed me of was how the story tying Ymir and Mikasa together made no sense at all. Ymir loved King Fritz besides anything he did to her which is a pretty awful message but okay that wasn‘t the things that made me mad. Mikasa was the one that could stop it because she was kind of in a similiar position. Her relationship with Erem was toxic (before Eren/Mikasa shippers come for me it was when he was the villian and threathened to kill everyone, you can‘t deny that) and by breaking free of it Ymir would break free as well. But Mikasa didn‘t break free. She killed Ymir but we see her years later still pinning for Eren and sitting by his grave and fucking talking to him. How did she free Ymir from King Fritzs binds??? I really hate the idea that she never gets over Eren because after all that she still depends so much on him. Honestly by far the worst character ending.

All in all: All in all nothing really changed, everyone still hates Paradis making me feel like the rumbling was pointless. And I know many people say it‘s realistic and I agree it‘s realistic but why did Eren have to do that??? For what? The Eldian vs everyone else dynamic is still thereand nothing is solved. It just feels like there are gonna be many more years of war amd everything Eren did was utterly pointless. So yeah I didn‘t like it. It was rushed and just felt off. Still let me know what you think.

[jeonjk0504]

Their in the soop conversation to me isn’t proof that taekook isn’t real. That conversation seemed so weird to me. Not what they spoke of but just the conversation being aired period. Maybe there were some inklings of truth to what they spoke of but I think that was a staged talk for the most part. Just because a lot of TaeKook were not shown in official content in the past couple years doesn’t mean they weren’t close. Now the reason why Big Hit didn’t have a lot of TaeKook moments may have been to protect TaeKook (I don’t see any other reason why they wouldn’t promote one of their most popular ships and make money, just my opinion though).

To me personally, JK and V’s conversation was a strategic move by Big Hit to be able to show more TaeKook content going forward. I really think something like that was discussed when they were renewing their contracts. To be allowed a little more freedom between them. It would be weird if after not showing much content all of a sudden TaeKook are so close, so I feel like that was the purpose of that talk. To let fans know everything is “good now” and they shouldn’t be shocked to see them glued to the hips and being touchy with each.

Again, this is just my personal opinion. No hate to anybody that doesn’t agree. I am happy to see all the TaeKook moments that have been shown after that talk. So regardless if some people use that against TaeKook, I am grateful for it lol.

Is TaeKook real?? The world may never know until they come out and say so. Until then, let’s just all have fun speculating and enjoying all the boys’ interactions. Thank you for reading my rambling lol.

Hey hun 💓

I‘m answering late but i had this in the back of my mind constantly, since i think it‘s a very interesting topic and i have a lot of thoughts.

I do think their convo had a true core (what i explained in my post about the episode in general and FESTA) but the fact that this was something shown to an audience, should stay present in our mind.

I also do think that Taehyungs problem with his distant behavior was real and Jungkooks advice was earnest.

But I see it like this: In the Soop is an entertainment format that is supposed to be calming/authentic/natural and approachable. It‘s supposed to give us a sense of „ah, so this is what they are like when they have free time and do what they want! This is what their actual relationships look like! This is how they talk to each other casually without pressure and entertainment purpose“ Because this is something that BTS Fans like about them: Their authenticity and the relationship they have. So they gave us a format we might enjoy. It‘s similar to Bon Voyage, but Bon Voyage has clear entertainment schedules and serves a different purpose.

But if you put BTS together, a group who have simply known each other for years, you don‘t see them fight or have deep talks all of a sudden and even less if it’s just a week and while shooting something for an audience. And even if something was up they probably would think „ah, we should talk about this when the shooting is over.“ Pretty sure you wouldn‘t choose an entertainment format for private matters, right? Even less if you are a professional (and BTS are professionals).

So in my opinion their talk was deliberately included, ergo planned, ergo not 100% a good representation of how they would usually go about this and this talk served a purpose. The purpose of „look, they are close so they have deep talks and care about their friendship“. And that‘s why i don‘t give this whole thing too much weight, even less if it‘s to say anything about their relationship really. I even think it wasn‘t important that it was Tae & JK. This could have also ben JK&Jimin or Yoongi&Hobi.

Now, i’m saying this while knowing this is my personal opinion and in no way a fact…you can disagree (and a lot of you probably will to some extent because i‘m deromanticizing the whole thing a bit 😬 or simply because you have a different view on the matter) and that‘s fine with me.

The other implications of what was the motivation of BH/HYBE to have them talk about this stuff… i won‘t go into that because i really don‘t know. It could be everything and nothing.

If we blame BH or HYBE for deliberately cutting moments or choosing other pairs for content, we should know it‘s still possible that Taehyung and Jungkook actually asked for it. I think sometimes we forget in what kind of position they are in. And it doesn‘t matter if they are just friends or secretly romantically involved - if you get this much attention (and as the most popular pair, they trend if they only sit together and breathe) it can make you conscious and uncomfortable if people are so focused on you. And what we do know is that they like to keep things private. They don‘t share when they go out or spend time. They only sometimes let it slip or you can guess by the amount of info they have on each other.

It could also have been coincidental and we are simply too biased and over-sensitized when it comes to the amount of interaction/screen time/ promo we get.

I know some of you will think „that doesn‘t seem very likely“ but it‘s still a possibility and as long as we don‘t actually have facts on this matter, it‘s important to stay open minded. :)

Thank you for sharing your thoughts love!! Pls continue to do so mwah 💕

[stayevildarling]

What I imagine it would be like to be in a relationship with Ally Mayfair-Richards:

-I feel like you and Ally would meet after the cult and all the crazy things she had been through. You probably heard of her from the news and the stories people have told about her and her family and you may or may not have had a massive crush for a while seeing her on tv sometimes especially in that red suit

-The first time you meet has got to be at her restaurant or you moving into the neighbourhood. Even though Ally has been through a lot and she has trust issues, she is one of those sweet kind of neighbours, never not helping out if anything is needed. When you went over to her house one day to ask for some flour, after you had already met she was so desperate and stressed so you asked her if she‘s okay and she confessed her babysitter cancelled last minute so of course you offered to do it

-At that point you would already know each other quite well and Ally will make sure to thank you properly. From then on things just took it‘s turn and she would totally ask you out on a date in her restaurant. At first the senator will have problems opening up and trusting again but she‘s got a good feeling with you especially the way you treat Oz and how he never shuts up about you. You would take things very slow but Ally being so sweet and adorable and hot all the time it‘s hard not to fall in love with her

-Eventually after a while Ally would be the one to make the final move and ask you to be her girlfriend. However not without telling you the whole truth about her past. She was very open about Kai and the cult and her ex-wife and she made some hints here and there but she never said the whole truth out loud to you. It‘s her way of giving you trust by telling you the whole story. Ally would be very anxious, scared that you wouldn‘t want her under these circumstances or maybe even you being scared of her but when you told her you would have done the same thing and she never deserved any of this and simply pulled her into your arms the story was complete

-Ally will love you unconditionally and be eternally grateful for your love and how pure you are. She likes the fact you are a bit younger and she doesn‘t mind the age gap. Whenever someone will point it out or make a remark about it, she will quickly shut them up with a sarcastic reply or give them her death glare. Ally loves how you adapted into their little family and how great you are with Oz, always picking him up from school or taking him on days out to the park or mall when she is working long

-Her being the owner of a restaurant and super busy with her political career, she will often be working super late or go on buisness trips to Washington or somewhere across the state. If she can, she will ask you to join her and Oz sleeping over at a friend but if you have work and can‘t, she will miss you like crazy and constantly message you or call you, just to hear your sweet voice and so she can at least pretend to be close to you

-She has a big soft spot for you, her eyes always expressing her love through that little sparkle or the smile tugged on her lips whenever she sees you. You remember the exact moment she confessed her love without using words, when you joined her at a big political rally and you sat in the first row, smiling and being super proud and she smiled so sincerly at you when she finished her speech and her eyes practically confessed her love to you

-Ally will always make sure you are okay, no matter how busy her day would have been or how stressed she is. If she senses something off she will approach you about it. The brunette quickly figures out when something is wrong by the way you message her slightly different or your eyes not sparkling as bright as usually or your smile just seeming off that day. She knows you don‘t like sharing your feelings but she will always approach and encourage you and she will be there through every bad day or even your insecurities besides Ally still having some herself after her past experiences

-Petnames: She just can‘t help it and will often call you sweet names because she loves how your face lights up and sometimes you are a blushing mess depending on what she said. „Sweetheart, sweetie and angel“ are her usual petnames for you but sometimes she thinks of something even cuter and won‘t hesitate to use it no matter where and when

-Routines: Ally likes sticking to routines like for instance whenever you have a day or the evening off you will pick up Oz, prepare dinner and a bath for when Ally would return. If she is home early however, she will be doing the same in return. She loves spoiling you sometimes like preparing a little spa evening for you, cooking your favorite meal and pouring some of yours and her favorite wine or giving you massages that totally always lead to sex

-Little things you love about her: you love how incredibly strong she is after everything she has been through. Also how amazing she is with Oz and a great role model. You admire her so much and you are so deeply in love with the cute things she does everyday for example how sleepy she is in the morning, the way her face scrunches up when you say something adorable or silly and how she would happily beat up or kill anyone that might look at you or Oz the wrong way. She‘s a badass to be honest

-Often she would take you and Oz on vacation or fun day trips to the cinema, beach or fairground. She loves her little family and wouldn‘t change it for the world because it‘s what she has dreamed of for a while

[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Shu Sakamaki (Heaven Story)

Place: School — Corridor

Yui: (Shu-san, he wasn‘t in his classroom either. I thought we could go home together, but I guess he already went home by himself)

(When I told Reiji-san about it, he simply told me to go around and look for him… which is why I had no choice but to start searching for him on my own)

(It’s Shu-san we‘re talking about, so I think I might even know where he could be at)

Place: School — Music room

Shu: …..

Yui: (After all, I was right about him being in the music room! And as I expected, he‘s sleeping...)

(But I can‘t stay here for too long, in order to prevent Reiji-san from getting into a bad mood. Guess I have no other choice but to wake him up then)

*Yui shakes Shu*

Yui: Shu-san, please wake up. Let‘s go home together, okay?

Shu: Nn…

Yui: Shu-san.

Shu: ...Mm…

Yui: (Hmm, he‘s not showing any slight movement to get up)

(But I can‘t leave him all alone, as he is right now. I still have to somehow wake him up)

*Yui shakes him again*

Yui: Shu-san! Please wake up… !

Shu: Nn…

Fwahhh... what? As soon as I fell asleep, you had to be noisy.

I was sleeping with a good feeling on… so let me continue.

Yui: B-But it‘s already after class. Can‘t we go back home and you continue to sleep there?

Shu: Haa… too bothersome…

Yui: Even if you say something like that, I can‘t go back without you joining me…

Shu: Then… why don‘t you make me feel like going home?

Yui: That‘s… please don‘t say such an absurd thing…

Shu: If you can‘t, I‘ll go back to sleep here.

Yui: Err, but Shu-san! Can‘t we go home first…

Shu: ...Mm…

Yui: (Ughhh… he‘s already completely back in his sleeping posture)

(In the end, his habits didn‘t change and he‘s still the same as usual. I honestly don‘t think I could carry him all the way back home either though)

(All I wanted was to go home right in time tonight…)

*light flickers*

Yui: Nn? What was with the light just now… ?

*light goes off*

Yui: Kyaaa!? Ehh, is it a blackout?

Shu: What? ...You‘re being noisy again…

Yui: That‘s because the light suddenly went out…

Shu: Isn‘t it time for them to switch off the light anyway?

Yui: No, there should still be some time left before they do that…

(But… Shu-san surely won‘t change his mind about going home because of this either)

Perhaps it‘s just an electricity outage or something like that.

(Because it‘s basically as dark as the night now, I can‘t see any surroundings near me without light)

(I can‘t even see Shu-san at this point anymore…)

Shu-san, are you there?

Shu: You can‘t even see that much?

Yui: I can‘t… but as long as I can hear your voice, I can predict where you‘re at.

Shu: Heh, I can see pretty well in the dark. I can even see the face you‘re making right now more than clearly.

Yui: (I don‘t think a vampire like him has the right to tell me something like this now. I‘m really anxious as long as there‘s no light in here)

(If anything might happen, I‘ll have no choice but to rely on Shu-san again)

Ah… Shu-san. Could you please look around and search if there‘s a flashlight somewhere?

Shu: Why would I have to do something like that… ?

Didn‘t I already tell you earlier that moving around is bothersome to me?

*Shu disappears*

Yui: But you have to do something about this matter… ! Without any light in here, it‘s way too dark and scary.

Shu: Heh, are you scared?

Yui: Kyaaa!?

J-Just now, were you the one touching me, Shu-san!?

Shu: Kuku… who knows?

Yui: (His voice sounded happy… this must‘ve obviously been Shu-san‘s doing then)

It‘s just way too dark for any ordinary person to see anything, no wonder I was surprised…

Shu: I wasn’t the one who touched you though.

Yui: Eh… you weren‘t?

Shu: What do you think I would gain from lying about this?

Yui: (It‘s probably really different from what I thought if he says this full of confidence…)

(But then, who did it!?)

Shu: Heh, seems as if you‘re even more afraid now that I’ve said that.

Yui: Stop… now‘s not the time to make fun of me like that!

Shu: Kuku… you‘re really the type of girl who falls for such a plain lie as that, no wonder you‘re easily fooled.

Yui: I already told you I was merely scared because I can‘t see anything… !

Shu: Hmph… your scared appearance isn‘t bad at all, you know.

Yui: Nn… ! Shu-san, you‘re touching… kyaa!?

Shu: This place? I don‘t particularly think the place I touched was an odd one, was it?

You‘re exaggerating the fact that I only touched your ears.

Yui: B-But… Nn...

(Because I can‘t see anything in the dark, my body becomes extra sensitive…)

(To be honest, it’s kind of thrilling me not being able to see what exactly he does to me…)

Shu: Kuku… you‘re trembling from me lightly brushing down from your ear to the nape of your neck already?

Not being able to see me must make you want to feel me even more, right?

Yui: Err… that‘s, um...

Shu: Come on… put out an even better sound. Hearing your voice like this isn‘t too bad.

*Shu kisses Yui*

Shu: ...Nn...

Yui: Ah...

(He kissed the back of my neck… Nn)

(What should I do…? I unconsciously made an odd noise. Despite this place being our school, I‘m still so embarrassed of this situation.)

Shu: Fufu… what sort of noise was that?

Yui: That was all Shu-san‘s fault...

Shu: Even though I touched you only a little bit, your response was far from bad and excessive.

Yui: Please stop being so malicious already… !

Shu: Kuku… when you‘re showing me such teary eyes like that, I obviously can‘t bring myself to stop.

Or is it that you‘re doing this to me on purpose, in order to get what you want?

Yui: No, it‘s different! I really… do want you to stop...

Shu: You‘re seriously saying that while trying to seduce me with this sort of face on?

You‘re being frightened, and I‘ll take responsibility for that.

Ahh… Nn, Mm...

Yui: Ah...

(..... ! His fangs… are in my neck…)

Shu-san… ! We‘re still at school, if anyone comes in here...

Shu: Even if there‘s someone coming in here, they wouldn‘t even see us because of the darkness.

Yui: But the light could come back any moment too… and if it turns on again, they would obviously see us… !

Shu: If that really happens, I‘d just show off.

Yui: Err… ! What are you talking about… !?

Shu: Nn… Mm...

Yui: Nn… Ahh...

Shu: Kuku… the flavour became thicker. I can clearly see this happening from your excitement...

If that‘s so, I‘ll have to engrave my fangs even deeper into your body.

Yui: (This somehow… flared me up…)

(At this point, I‘m seriously unable to think of anything other than Shu-san…)

Shu: Hmph, no need to look so comfortable all of the sudden.

Don‘t think about anything for now, you should only focus on my fangs.

If you do that, don‘t you think that would distract you from the tension?

Yui: Eh… ?

Shu-san, could it be… that you‘re caring for me and therefore started to suck my blood… ?

Shu: This isn‘t for your sake. I simply choose to stop you from bothering me with your noises.

Yui: (Even though he phrases it like this, I‘m sure Shu-san mainly did this because he‘s a really kind person)

(Thinking of it this way makes me happy…)

*Shu hugs Yui*

Shu: You see, today I‘ll exceptionally hug you while sucking your blood as well.

You only have to continue thinking about me.

Yui: Okay...

(Strange… as Shu-san started hugging me, I felt the fear I was bearing within me suddenly disappearing)

Shu: Continue being as obedient as that. I haven‘t nearly sucked enough blood to be satisfied yet.

Ahh… Nn… Mm...

Yui: Ah… Shu-san...

(I feel Shu-san‘s love and affection being handed down to me through his fangs)

(But, I‘m unable to think of anything other than him by now anyway…)

Shu: With that melting face on, you don‘t look too dissatisfied either, do you?

Yui: That‘s because… Shu-san said something that made me feel really happy...

I‘d gladly wish for you to take as much you want, if that‘s what you desire...

Shu: Then I‘ll have to grant that wish by sucking even more.

Therefore you‘re not allowed to say anything this cute to anyone except me.

Yui: (...Nn, did I say something cute… !?)

Shu: What? Did you suddenly get shy or something?

Yui: That‘s only because I‘m not used to you saying those sorts of things all of the sudden...

Shu: ...Is that so?

Yui: Yes, it is.

Shu: Hmm… it‘s not like I mind saying things like this once in awhile.

*light comes back*

Yui: ….. ! The electricity finally came back! I‘m so glad.

...Nn.

(This all really happened while I was hugged by Shu-san… Nn)

Shu: Kuku… your face turned deep red again.

Yui: T-That‘s just your imagination...

But now that the light is back to normal and I‘ve pulled myself together, let‘s finally get home.

Shu: Now that I‘ve sucked your blood, I became sleepy because of how satisfied my stomach is.

Yui: Ehhh!? What are you talking about… ? Please, let‘s go home already… !

Shu: Haa… shut up...

Yui: (He embraced me… !?)

Hmph… Wait, Shu-san! Let‘s go home first, please.

Everyone would get worried if we come home way too late like this...

Shu: I don‘t care about those other guys at all. There‘s nothing better than sleep anyway...

Yui: Ehh!? I mean, you‘re right, but I can‘t go home without you joining me either. Come on, Shu-san.

Shu: Hm… ? You being unable to handle this is cute too though.

Yui: Wait, what!?

Shu: You‘re being all red again, how adorable...

Yui: Shu-san! You should know better than anyone that I feel embarrassed when you say random things like that!

Shu: Kuku… wouldn‘t you call it cute too when someone gets this angry at you?

Yui: (Geez… it‘s useless. I can‘t win against him when he‘s so devoted to something)

(But if we actually end up falling asleep besides each other here, we might get exposed or even kicked out by a guard)

(I can‘t let that happen!)

...Hm? Shu-san?

Shu: Nn… Mm...

Yui: Ehh, no way!! Don‘t tell me he‘s asleep already. At least unravel me from your arms first!

(Haa, at least I know he fell asleep while showing me his happy face…)

(Guess it can‘t be helped then. It doesn‘t matter if anyone gets angry now anyway… let‘s sleep here for now)

Good night, Shu-san.

...Nn.

*Yui kisses Shu*

Shu: Nn...

Yui: (I can easily counterattack him when he‘s like this. Well, at least as long as he‘s sleeping of course)

Hooray, I didn‘t even feel embarrassed doing this… but I should seriously try to sleep now too.

…..

*time passed*

Shu: …..

...She literally cowardly surprise attacked me like that… geez… she‘s a really cute one.