#I’m glad you got some stuff done even tho you’re drained

[maniime]

Maybe a Yandere Leo x fem!reader?

Yandere! Leo x fem!reader

(Good Intentions turns into something twisted)

(this took longer than expected but i had stuff to take care of...hope y'all enjoy tho <3)

Leo takes pride in what he does as a leader and protector of the city. He knows not to expect any thanks from those he saves because in the end they all are afraid of him. He would go on with his life, waiting for the next crime with no attachments or need to get to know them whatsoever.

Well that’s what he thought until he met you…

It was like any other night where he and his brothers would patrol the city for any crime. They were staking out on a building until a loud cry for help was heard. 

“ I’ll take care this one, you guys just keep a look out”

The brothers gave him and nod in acknowledgement then went back to what they were doing.

Leo made it too where he heard the sound come from and saw you trying to fight off a mugger from robbing you. He wasted no time jumping in between you two, which caused the mugger the freak out once he got a good look at him.

“Stay away from me, you freak!”

Leo was accustomed to such words by now so it didn’t phase him. He waited for you to start screaming at him too but it never came. He finally turned around to check your reaction and he couldn’t help but be shocked himself when he saw you smiling at him.

Your smile seemed so warm and sweet that it ignited a fire in his heart, making it beat faster every second. The look in your eyes held a caring yet innocent sense to them that kept pulling him in.

“Thank you for saving me, that guy was such a creep. I’m glad you came when you did.”

“ It’s no problem ma’am, part of a hero’s duty”

“Oooo and may I know my hero’s name?”

You let out a little laugh showing your beautiful smile. He just wanted to take you for himself right then and there. The only reason he didn’t because there’s too many eyes around and he doesn’t need his brothers questioning him. 

“…Leonardo, I help look after this city”

“Like the renaissance artist, how cute! I’m y/n”

After your first encounter, the two of you continued to talk almost everyday. He would ask you about your day and what you’ve done. You would do the same to him, asking him to tell you stories about his many missions saving the city. Sometimes he would come over and meditate with you on your days off. Everything was going well…too well.

Eventually you got to meet his family who was nothing but welcoming to you. You became friends with everyone but after getting closer with them, Leo’s tune had changed.

He would get so annoyed with you when you wanted to help Donnie with a new project or playing video games with Mikey. Every time you came to the lair he was already waiting for you by the entrance and had you following him like a lil puppy. Leo wanted you beside him at all times which was becoming a little draining but you didn’t want him snapping at you.

You notice how bossy he can be with his brothers, he had the need to control everything…even you.

It was like he was your parent with the things he would say to you. You couldn’t even enjoy a snack without some type of input from him.

“ You shouldn’t eat so much sugar, it will just make your body gain more weight”

“That skirt is way too short, everyone can see your ass”

Remarks like that would piss you off but even if you did run out on him that wouldn’t stop him from showing up to your house. The only thing that keeps you from leaving is all the good moments you two shared together so you’re trying to patient with him.

That was until you found out from his brothers that Leo has been referring to you as his girlfriend without your knowledge. You couldn’t take this nonsense anymore so you called him to your house that same evening.

He finally showed up to your house with a small smile on his face.

“ Hey, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“You’ve been telling your family that I’m your…girlfriend”

“Well you are so what’s the problem”

“Wait wait wait so this whole time you thought we were a couple”

“I didn’t think anything, you are mine”

“You can’t just decide we are a couple without talking with me first. How do you know if I wanted to be in a relationship or not?!”

“ Y/N you need to watch your tone right now”

“My tone?! That’s another thing you’ve been so controlling about every single thing, it’s starting to become suffocating”

“ So now I’m suffocating you because I want what best for you!”

“Who are you to tell me what’s best for me?! You’re supposed to be my friend not my dad!”

Leo was starting to scare you from how heavy he was breathing. His bright blue eyes became darker with rage as you told him off. He still thinks he didn’t do anything wrong and that you were the one blowing things out of proportion. He shook his head at you.

“You’re so fucking ungrateful”

“Excuse me…”

“I save you and this is the thanks I get after all I done”

“Leo you know I’m grateful for everything you do but you are stepping out of line with this “girlfriend” thing”

Leo was just getting more irritated with you as you kept going. You were so submissive and never talked back to him, now you can’t keep your mouth shut. He still loved you but this defiant attitude will be fixed.

He didn’t say anything after awhile of you ranting so you stop to see his face. His face was devoid of any emotion as he proceeded to walk towards you. 

“Y-you better not try anything”

You tried to sound confident but failed terribly. He closed in on you by the front door entrance, lifting his hand your quivering face. His finger lightly dragged across your bottom lip slowly.

“I wouldn’t dream hurting you, my dear”

Leo’s hand move quickly out of nowhere towards your neck. You tried to run away but his quick reflexes ruined any chance of you escaping. His fingers hit by a pressure point in your neck then he watched as your body went limp against his.

He held you closer to his plastron while diving his snout down into your hair. Your smell was so intoxicating to him, he couldn’t get enough of it. Leo did feel bad about knocking you out but you just had to piss him off.

Carefully he carried your body in bridal position all the way to your bedroom. Your body finally met the bed and Leo gently fixed how your were laying while caressing every curve. He knows it’s wrong but he couldn’t help but lay in bed with you. Even if it was just for now, he wanted to lay with you and pretend you guys were a loving couple. 

The next morning, you woke up alone from your slumber and rubbed your head trying to remember last night’s events. Unfortunately all you could remember was talking with Leo before he knocked you out. You looked over on your nightstand to see that your phone had a notification from him.

Leo: you fell asleep after our talk, I’m glad we came to an understanding

Whatever solution was you were just glad everything worked out but in the back of your head you knew something was off…

[jimlingss]

Sugar and Coffee [5]

Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 5.5 OR Chapter 6

➜ Words: 4.2k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Life won’t give you a break.   The moment midterms are complete, you have to begin preparing for finals. While the urge to bury yourself underneath your covers and pull the blanket over your head has lessened, you still don’t want to venture out into the world. But there’s no way to resist the inevitable. You can’t let your schooling go down the drain — it’s the only thing you’ve got going for yourself after all.   5:49 pm. Jungkook: where u at bitch?   5:50 pm. Y/N: im on the toilet asshole 5:50 pm. Y/N: call me a bitch again and ill kill you   5:50 pm. Jungkook: Gross tmi 5:52 pm. Jungkook: can i ask you for a favour tho pls   You wash your hands after wiping, flushing and pulling up your pants.    5:54pm. Jungkook: dont leave me on read   5:55 pm. Y/N: clingy much 5:55 pm. Y/N: the hell do you want from me   5:55 pm. Jungkook: lovely as usual 5:56 pm. Jungkook: I need the notes for comm 209   You scoff as you re-read the message. He has some audacity asking for your notes for a class he skipped on a Friday afternoon, probably to hang out with his friends instead. But before you tell him to gladly ‘fuck off’, you’re stopped by an idea. He needs something from you and there’s something you need from him.   Now’s the perfect opportunity.   “Tempering chocolate?”   “Yeah. You want to be a Master Chocolatier, right? This is a great opportunity to teach someone how to do it. They say you know your stuff when you can teach others.”   Jungkook rolls his eyes at your shamelessness and how you’re trying to milk him to your advantage. “Somehow I think this far outweighs the favour of me getting your notes.”   “Do you want to help me or not?”   “Do I want to?” He looks unsure but gives in to your will anyways, or at least he's curious enough to hear your troubles. “What’s your issue with tempering chocolate?”   “It just doesn’t temper right. There’s no snap or shine to it.”   “Do you measure the temperature with a kitchen thermometer?”   “Well obviously, Jeon. Noooo,” you pull out the syllable, voice dripping of sarcasm. “I dip my hand in to tell. Duh! Are you an idiot? What do you think?!”    At once, Jungkook’s expression washes over, becoming impassive. He spins around on his heel to walk out the door, but you grab onto his sleeve desperately.   “I’m kidding. It’s a joke. Sorry. Help me?”   He shifts around to look at you. You’re busy batting your lashes with those eyes of yours, trying to appeal to him — it disgusts Jungkook instead. It makes him feel sick to his stomach that you’re trying to act cute when you’re obviously a brat in disguise.    Yet somehow he finds himself in the kitchen on a late Tuesday night anyhow, despite having class early in the morning the next day.   “What method do you use?” Jungkook asks with crossed arms as you pull out the right materials, silver bowls, chocolate, thermometers, and a cooking pot.   “Which is easier?”   “They’re all the same,” he deadpans.   Jungkook’s arrogance irritates you but you’re not about to insult him and have him running out of the kitchen, so you restrain yourself and start with the seeding method. You chop the solid chocolate you have into smaller pieces while he watches you in boredom. After a minute, Jungkook pulls out his phone and scrolls through his social media so he can mentally stimulate himself and not have his brain cells dying on themselves.   “Only three quarters of it goes into the bowl to be melted,” he says without looking up. If he did, it would occur to him that you’ve already got it prepared and on top of the double boiler too.   “I know.”   “Do you want me to help or not?”   “When I ask for it.”   Jungkook’s eyes flicker up. “Well didn’t you ask for my help?”   “Not now, Jeon.” You sigh. It was quite profound how quickly the bastard could get under your skin for doing so little. “God, you can be so fucking—”   He suddenly puts his hand up to silence you and he sniffs with that big fucking nose of his. “Why do I smell burning?”   Jungkook looks over to your pot on the stove and notices it steaming oddly. You follow his line of sight and take your bowl off, hissing at how hot it is. “Careful,” he scolds and looks over. Jungkook nearly facepalms himself into a coma. “Oh my god, you forgot to add water into the double boiler?!”   “It’s because you were distracting me!” you shout at him and run over to the sink to add it in. The water begins burning as it hits the hot double boiler, sizzling and smoking even more. Jungkook groans. “You’re supposed to help me, not look at your phone! Maybe I would’ve realized if you actually paid any attention!”   “Fine, fine.”   You add an inch of water to the double boiler. It’s an improvement.   But then as it begins to steam properly with the candy thermometer in the chocolate as you agitate it with a spatula, you look down and your blood runs cold. “Oh shit.”   “What?” Jungkook sighs. Frankly, it’s impressive you’ve made it this far into the program. He didn’t know you were such an idiot in the kitchen — you might as well burn the whole place down and he wouldn’t be surprised. “How’d you manage that?”    You rush to grab a paper towel, trying to dab the water that got into the bowl. But Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Don’t bother. You have to start again. If you get water into the chocolate, it makes it seize and becomes unstable.”   “How do you know that?!”   “Do you even read your textbook?” He is appalled and you pull out the cutting board to chop chocolate all over again, starting from the beginning. Jungkook sighs, spinning around his stool as you repeat the steps and put the chocolate over the heat. “You know what the temperature needs to be, right?”   “A hundred fifteen. I’m not an idiot.”   “I don’t know about that,” he chimes. “You forgot to add water to a double boiler.”   Your arm drops to the side, putting the spatula down. “Okay, fuck you. I haven’t seen you actually give me good advice or anything. I asked for your help, not for you to berate me.”   “What advice do you need?” His brow cocks upwards. “It’s pretty self-explanatory. Just follow the procedure and you’ve got yourself tempered chocolate!”   “I can’t believe I thought you could ever teach me!” you hiss at him. “You’re a condescending asshole.”   “Excuse me? Guess who’s with you on a Tuesday night?! I’m an angel for helping you!”   “No one asked you to!” you scream back at the top of your lungs.   Jungkook scoffs. Any other time where he wasn’t being attacked, he’d recognize that you were returning to your former self, but he still doesn’t appreciate your brattiness. “Are you kidding m— God! What’s burning now?!” Him and that giant nose of his inhales and a delayed moment later, it hits you too. The both of you whirl around to where the chocolate is burning. “You forgot to stir!”   “It’s not like you reminded me to! You’re a distraction!”   It’s excruciating. Jungkook has a feeling he’s going to be here all night, so he helps you speed up the process. While you clean up the mess, he chops more chocolate. And this time, you both manage to get it in the bowl, stirring, without anything burning whatsoever.   The chocolate goes to a hundred fifteen degrees before you remove it from the heat and add the rest of the chocolate you reserved on the side. The temperature is brought down to eighty six degrees and then you put it back on the boiler to melt it all at ninety degrees.    A strip test is done, a streak of chocolate made on parchment. And for a whole two minutes, you wait for it to set. But it doesn’t.   “What the hell…?”   Jungkook is genuinely perplexed and finally, he gets what you’ve been talking about. “See? It just doesn’t work!”   He shakes his head, refusing to admit defeat. “It must’ve increased in heat before we added the other chocolate in. Let’s try again.”   The pair of you chop chocolate across from each other, silent in your determination. But when you glance up, you see Jungkook’s brows furrowed, thoughts probably lost. You don’t see him serious often — well you do, but you never paid much attention to him before. Not like now.   The process is repeated. The chocolate is melted to a hundred fifteen degrees and then decreased down to eighty six as you add in the loose chocolate, and then it’s brought back up again….    But then the temperature begins climbing — faster than you and Jungkook can react. “Fuck, fuck.”   The two of you help each other take the bowl off the pot in urgency and then press your burning fingers to your ears before running it under cold water. “It went to a hundred? Do you think it’ll be okay?”   “I don’t know. We have to test it.”   The strip test is done, but the chocolate never sets. It stays wet. Dull.    “Mother fuc—”   “We’ll try again,” Jungkook reassures you with a hand on your shoulder.   It’s painful having to re-doing everything and going way later into the night than you initially intended. You feel like you’re being driven crazy, but you’re glad Jungkook’s here with you — you know you’re not going insane alone.   You look back at your textbook and your notes, making sure you’re doing it right and you hope for the best in the next batch.   “It set….but it’s so streaky.” You look up at Jungkook who’s an inch away. He hums and leans down to get a closer look.   “It’s bloom. The lipids moved through the cracks of the chocolate.”   “You think it’s because the kitchen’s too hot?”   “Yeah, we should try to put it in the fridge to cool.”   One last attempt is made. It takes twenty more minutes and then it’s put in the fridge. But after the chocolate sets, there’s no shine or snap.   Jungkook finds slumped on the floor, spooning chocolate, one of the failed attempts, into your mouth. You’re hugging the silver bowl in your lap like it’s your anchor. “I give up.”    It feels like you’ve gone through a thousand batches. The kitchen is an absolute mess — spatulas and tasting spoons littered on the counter, double bowlers and bowls, wasted chocolate everywhere. There’s a sink-full to wash and that alone makes you want to cry.   You slurp up more chocolate in an attempt to feel better. “Fuck chocolate.” But why does it have to taste so delicious?   “I don’t understand why it’s so hard,” Jungkook admits with a frown. It just doesn’t seem to work with you. “It’s not rocket science. It was fine when I did it.”   “Fuck you. You’re not supposed to boast. You’re supposed to help me.”   “Was the last two and a half hours not helping you?” he questions. “You just have to watch your temperatures and keep practicing.”   “That’s helpful.”   “Hey, I’m trying.”   Jungkook pisses you off. Everything comes so easy for him. As chocolate destroys you, he’s out here wanting to be a chocolatier. But maybe it suits him — chocolate’s an asshole and so is he.   “I’d like to see you try to caramelize sugar as well as I can, or better yet, pipe flowers.”   The boy scoffs, looking down at you and your patheticness. You don’t even realize you have chocolate all over your mouth. “That’s easy.”   “I worked at a cupcake shop for three summers.” You stand up on your feet, facing him head on. “You think you can beat me in piping flowers?”   “I think I can do better than you can temper chocolate.” Jungkook smirks arrogantly, enough to push you off the edge.   “Let’s bet on it then!”   “Fine. How much?”   You have a better idea than money. “Loser has to cover for the winner during the internship in May. Whenever the winner goes on break or makes a mistake.”   He scoffs. It’s a big wager but it sounds delightful when he knows you’re going down. “Deal.”   //   It’s a busy Thursday, but that doesn’t stop any of you. Even after a long day of classes, sitting in lecture halls listening to theory to working in the kitchens, you find yourselves a spare kitchen space afterwards to finally put this all to rest.   You won’t tell Jungkook that you practiced all of yesterday by yourself and actually got it to work once — you nearly started to cry out of happiness when the chocolate tempered.   “You want me to make this?”   Jungkook looks at the picture on your phone. “Yep. I made it last summer using buttercream. They’re peonies. Why? Think it’s too hard?”   He scoffs. “As if. Watch, I’ll make it better than you did.”   “Uh-huh. Keep talking, Jeon.”   Jungkook eagerly takes on your challenge.    While you take up half the kitchen, he manages the other half, and the two of you share the center island together. You get your double boiler ready, chopping up chocolate to melt while Jungkook mixes butter, vanilla, confectioner's sugar, and milk together. The fucker doesn’t even use a hand mixer. He simply uses a spoon to make it, blatantly showing off as his veins in his forearm pop. He smirks when he notices you staring and you roll your eyes.   Jungkook makes a variety of colours, pastel pinks and baby blues, and puts them into the piping bag as you stir the chocolate over the heat.   You focus on the numbers on your thermometer, but out of the corner of your eye, you watch him.   He cuts squares of parchment, puts one on a flower stand, adds a small cone of thick buttercream to the paper, and then picks his tip. You muse that he must’ve been doing his studying when he chooses a one twenty seven tip. It’s a straight teardrop shape, and he squeezes while turning the nail wide ends towards the center, narrow end outwards.   But he sighs after a moment, hands halting.   It’s your turn to smirk.   “Not so easy, is it?”   His eyes flicker up to glare at you. “Keep a watch on that chocolate before you burn it again, brat.”   You scoff, continuing to stir. You keep your heat low so the temperature climbs slowly.   In the meanwhile, Jungkook switches his tip out for a one twenty and tries again. You take a glance, and it’s not too bad — still sloppier than yours and he knows it too.   After a moment of frustration, he switches to a one twenty two.   “You should check the consistency of that buttercream,” you sing-song. “Can’t be too stiff or soft.”   “I’m fully aware.”   “Are you?” You smile at him, mockingly so. “Just making sure.”   Jeon Jungkook doesn’t appreciate you provoking him, but realizes it’s similar to how he treated you. It’s not his fault his forte isn’t in teaching. And yours clearly isn’t either.   “A one twenty five?” You scoff. “Are you trying to make a rose or a peony?”   Jungkook’s smile is stiff. “What do you suggest I use then?”   “Go back to the one twenty seven tip or pick a curved teardrop shape. Also, you’re squeezing too hard too fast, muscle pig.”   “I know something else I squeeze too hard too fast,” he mutters as he follows your instructions.   “Go fuck yourself, Jeon.”   “Didn’t need to spell it out, sweetheart, but that’s exactly what I do every night.” He smirks and you roll your eyes again.   “God, you’re going to make me throw up all over my chocolate.” You take it off the heat once it reaches a hundred fifteen degrees, putting the rest of your chocolate in and mixing. You have a good feeling about this batch. Even if it’s your first try of the day too.   Usually you’d rush, get too impatient, but it’s entertaining to see Jungkook struggle. Time goes by faster.   You mix in your chocolate, bringing the temperature back up again, and you do a strip test when it’s all nicely melted, putting it in the fridge. All there’s left to do is wait a few minutes now.   You come back, dusting your hands off, feeling confident. Meanwhile, Jungkook is still piping flowers with his thick brows furrowed, the tip of his tongue peeking out as he concentrates.   “It’s taking you a while there, Jeon.”   “Whatever.” He sighs, resting his hands on the counter as he rolls his neck. “You had a full three hours practicing with me on Tuesday. This is the first time in a while that I’m piping, alright? Give me a break.”   “Uh-huh. All I hear are your excuses. Less talk, more work.”   You grab some parchment and an icing bag he’s left abandoned in a cup. With a flower needle, you begin piping yourself to pass the time. It’s actually one of your favourite things to do — it’s therapeutic. You can listen to the sound of your own breathing and the crinkling of the piping bag while you make literal flowers from your hands.    You break out of your focus to find Jungkook watching you intently. Your arm extends, showing off your flower with pride. “Pretty, right?”   The icing flower has perfect ruffles and petals. It looks real, and by the expression he has, he’s already aware.    Jungkook grumbles incoherently and returns back to work, making you giggle.   You take another piece of parchment, but this time you steal a spatula-full of his blue icing and put it in the pink bag to make two-tone flowers. And you pipe them on, spinning the flower nail, as it comes to you with ease.   You listen to the crinkling of the icing bag, your heartbeat in your own ears, the white noise of the quiet kitchen, and Jungkook’s breathing. You’re not sure what compels you, perhaps a sudden urge, but you quietly blurt— “I never stole your millie cake recipe.”   “What?” His eyes flicker up and Jungkook finds you concentrating on piping, not paying him any mind.   “The September incident,” you murmur out of the corner of your mouth. “I never stole your mirror glazed blueberry whatever millie cake recipe like you think I did.”   Maybe you’re telling him because things are different now.   You know he won’t jump down your throat and accuse you otherwise, for lying, or trying to cover yourself. Won’t denounce you. Bark out in laughter. Your relationship with Jungkook has become strange recently — you think it’s something other people would call a friendship. But you thought he should know. Just in case he still hates you for it.   You know you don’t hate him so much anymore.   “You threatened to go up to the Dean and expel me, remember?” Your pupils flicker up for a moment.   Jungkook recalls it clearly — the confrontation in the kitchen, the fight that broke out, how you slapped him, how he was planning to do everything possible to get you expelled. How you were ostracized over the rumours for weeks until people forgot and moved on as they naturally did.   But you and Jungkook never did. You always both remembered.   “I went to Mrs. Ahn before she left on maternity leave. I was stuck — didn’t know what to add to my portfolio, so I asked her. And she gave me your recipe as a reference. Told me to give it a try. Gain inspiration from it.”   You put your hands down, connecting your eyes with his.    Jungkook is rendered speechless. “And that was when I saw you…?”   “Yep. You busted into the kitchen without letting me explain and accused me of stealing your shit when I didn’t even know it belonged to you. I didn’t know you were the one who came up with it.”   “Why…” He shakes his head, frowning deep enough that it hurts. “Why didn’t you say anything?”   “You didn’t deserve it. The truth. I knew I was right and I was so….so mad that you could accuse me of stealing, that I could even be capable of such a thing. I wanted you to bring it up to the Dean. I wanted you to do it so you could be embarrassed when you realized what actually happened.”   It’s all in the past now. Your anger doesn’t surge as much anymore, but you can still recall a time when you felt utterly enraged he could think so lowly of you — a time when Jungkook didn’t deserve your explanation, so you slapped him. In hindsight, it was probably a bad decision on your part. You escalated the situation when it didn’t need to and it spiraled out of control.    You’re at fault for being rash and impulsive as much as he is.   “It wasn’t like I was going to use it anyway,” you mutter with a sigh and pick up a new square of parchment to continue piping. “For inspiration or whatnot, much less add to my own portfolio. I swapped the blueberries for blackberries, and it turned out to be disgusting. I messed up on the glaze part too.” You muse, “Chocolate’s never been nice to me.”   Jungkook absolutely baffled. Bewildered.    All of this hatred against each other was caused by a misunderstanding. All of it which could’ve been avoided.   “I—”   “Wow, are you kids practicing your techniques?” Miss. Kang is at the door, visibly impressed as she regards you both. “And here I was on my way home. You two are so diligent! And look at you both working together like this! I always knew you put your differences aside and be friends.”   “You have great timing, Miss. Kang.” You smile at her. “Jungkook and I were just having a friendly contest. Would you like to be our judge?”   “Sure. I think I can spare a moment or two.” She steps in, looking around. “What are we doing here? Looks like someone was tempering chocolate and you’re….piping! Goodness, me. Did you make those, Y/N? They’re very lovely.”   “Thank you.” You grin, beaming from the praise of your piping skills. “But the contest was me tempering chocolate against Jungkook piping.” You move over to the fridge, taking out the metal tray with your strip test. You hand it to her, and she hums.   “Very shiny, and it slides right off the parchment!” she exclaims. For the final examination, the young female teacher bends the chocolate and it audibly snaps. You could burst out into cries of happiness. “Looks tempered to me.”   You look over at Jungkook, head quirked to the side, wearing a big smile that’s infectious enough to make him grin too. “Here’s my piping.” He places the parchment on the counter and she leans over to study it, humming.   “Not too bad, Jungkook. A little messy around the edges, but I’d say a job well done. If this was an actual exam, I’d give you full marks.”   Jungkook cocks a brow towards you, sly smirk on his face. You step forward. “So which is better?”   “Well, it’s very difficult to judge on tempering chocolate and piping since they’re two completely different things. I’d say it was equal.”   “If you had to pick one?” you ask, desperate for a winner to be proclaimed.   Miss Kang hums a long note. You and Jungkook are put in suspense, anticipating her final decision. She taps her chin, deciding to chew on your chocolate as she studies the flower.   Finally, the teacher nods. “I can’t complain about the chocolate — it’s a hundred percent tempered. But I can say the piping needs a little more work, so…”   “I win!” You give Jungkook a cheeky grin causing him to scoff lightly.   “It was a stroke of luck.”   “Keep telling yourself that, Jeon.”   “It’s a tie,” he insists, “She said only if she had to pick.”   “That’s true.” Miss. Kang backs him up before you can retort.   But you still pout. “Sore loser. I win and you know it.”   “Hmmm.” Jungkook playfully shakes his head. “Don’t think so. Let’s just call it even, Y/N.”   “Nuh-uh. That’s not how it works!”   The pair of you argue back and forth — yet there’s no real malice. It’s simply banter and it causes Miss. Kang to laugh. She bids her farewell and quips that you both better get the kitchen clean. In the end, Jungkook compromises. He still insists it’s a tie but he does the hard work of cleaning the dishes and you give into his will.   As you prepare the mop water, he scrubs the bowls.   “I’m sorry,” Jungkook pipes up after a second of quiet contemplation. He turns his head to look at you. “For the misunderstanding.”   “You don’t have to be sorry.” You divert your vision elsewhere. “Not anymore. You’ve given me more reasons to be thankful. So we’ll call this even.”   Jeon Jungkook smiles softly. “Deal.”

[tomatada-witch]

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Hii this is Chi💚 anon, Thank you so much for the reading, so detailed. And don’t worry about the delay, everyone has their own personal life and problems. Which is understandable.

I have to start that it hit so much, sounds dramatic but I literally teared up while reading it. Thank you for the message<33 I will have fait in myself and keep fighting.

It’s true I have a lot of ideas in my head that I want to achieve but Yeahh I can’t do everything at once and sometimes it just sounds so unrealistic. Although I’m happy to hear to have many opportunities. I have to use and take it usefully. I always want the best way to achieve my dream but I don’t know what is the best cause they all can sound good. My mind is always with different plans and ways for my career life cause it is really important to me. Financial stable everything .Also thank you for the idea, I will write it down , pros and coins.

Yeahh I can already see this will be hard for me at first, cause it is kinda a be field for me which I have never expected. Ohhh noo not the in pain, I overthink really fast when something doesn’t go good or as I planned. I start to lose hope or motivation or being l stressed and worried. The ten of swords sounds scary.

Oofff what a relief with the nine of pentacles, rest. I do work really hard when I want to achieve something ( when I really find my passion and of course committed to it) sometimes I can overwork myself with that. But I’m happy to hear like definitely that it will be stable ( don’t know how long it will cost). And yess I love financial stable. The people who didn’t believe in me will support me then… I-…woww although it will be going after your dream without any support but I also love to be independent because I’m the type that say “ I will prove you” I really dislike when someone underestimated me. Trusting myself is the key I see.

I have got short readings about my career life and everything I got, that I will achieve the job I wanted but then will change or feel something is missing and will do another job or something else. Ohhh now I wonder why I act like that because why would I lose motivation and faith in something I have worked hard for of course working is exhausting me tiring but is it that much? But Yeahh definitely in these time I also think from myself that I will definitely have to take a break and clear my mind and treat myself like charge myself again.

For the last card I feel like it’s definitely about the present and the beginning of my career when I start cause I feel really pressured especially by my family, they don’t support me and want to do medical education like becoming a doctor. They weren’t happy when I chose my own way haha. And yess everyone keeps saying that I look weak, my personality doesn’t suit it, I’m to soft, naive and weak for the career path I want. Just because for now I don’t look like it, I’m just a high schooler who doesn’t talk a lot. And yess I did start to doubt myself a lot and dug down myself. I felt lonely , I just want support but Yeahh guess not.

Thank you for the beautiful card, I will definitely not give up because I know I can do it, I will prove these people. I used to be kinda manipulated by my parents ideal job that they want me to be. It costed me a lot of time to finally hear my own calling and choose my needs. Ohh yess I do be criticising myself a lot and compare myself , I’m kinda competitive sometimes even tho I’m trying not to be because everyone has to work hard to be in some positions.

I honestly want to work in the economics field, I’m doing some economics sources. I want to do something with accountancy or managing. I love to be in high position ( here we go again with unrealistic idea but who knows by hard working I can reach it with a lot of time but eyyy). I want to be a manager or at least some good position in a company ig. But I’m unsure if that will suit me:( I’m doubting myself so much but career is something really serious. Yeahh I really have to build up my self esteem because I’m really insecure about myself.

Thank you so for the reading, it was helpful really:)) I felt really touched. It described everything I’m feeling now. Thank you so much for the reading again, and you effort , energy seeing how detailed it is. Like this can be a paid reading of 15€ or some. Take care of yourself, don’t pressure yourself too much cause of the readings since readings te really draining to do . I understand.

💚Have a wonderful day ahead, keep doing what you’re doing, take care!!! 💚

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Thank you so much for understanding and thank you so much for this feedback, I loved reading every single word because I know it also took a lot of you to write such a big feedback! So thank you! Honestly, thanks to you, because I don’t want to see you go or not being able to ask questions because you are shy or something similar, I will keep my anons open so you are always welcome!

And hey! I don’t think it’s dramatic, I just think you have a lot of things going on and sometimes we need to let go of some tears in order to feel better, and I really hope this was the case!

Something that I also want to point out is that Plans /barely/ go according to well...plan. See a plan as a guideline and not a thing that has to be done by this order. IT’s normal to overthink but don’t let that get to you, while there’s life there’s hope! Also, I think we are similar in that aspect, when people don’t think I can do it oh, heck I /will do it/ and prove them wrong, and this is a good thing because it keeps you motivated, it’s like transforming fears and anger into motivation to keep moving forward. About losing motivation- Well sometimes is the routine or the “ god I have to do this, I don't feel like it” sometimes it’s better to take a pause and return to it, I think in these moments you have to stop, think why you are here why did you fight so hard to get here! Things will go into place!

I totally get you, but remember if you have the strength to choose your own path with everyone looking down on you- heck that isn’t somebody who is weak, you took a rebellious position and that is brave! Sometimes, I don’t know if you are, but emotional people are seen as weak, or nice people are seen as weak when they are not. It takes strength to show how we truly feel, when you less expect you will make decisions that will prove just that. Believe in yourself because I know this will happen. And you already have support! I support you in your decision, this is your path, your life, and no one else's! And about competition? That is just fuel to get better at something! Remember each one has their different paths and life, but if they can do it, so can you! Maybe you have to work harder than everyone but that won’t stop you!

Also, I don’t think your job is unrealistic, but you have to gain information on how to go there, I don’t know if your school has psychologists but they also help you with this kind of stuff! Everyone doubts himself once in a while, it’s normal but what is important is what you do with it! Keep moving forward, keep being yourself, the rest will only follow!

For my final words, I want to say that I am really glad that you liked it and that you found it helpful! And thank you for the Idea! I am thinking of opening some paid and feeling you have my back even if you can’t pay anything means a lot!!

So thank you for these kind words and for your feedback! Remember you are always welcome and you can do it!!

Keep moving forward!

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Karasuno Uni (Chap 3)

Chapter 3 - Saturday Afternoon

Contains: Jealousy as always, Flirting, smidgens of xNoya and xHinata Pairing: Short Fem Reader x Multiple Haikyuu Characters  Ry: Look at that i’m blushing ;;  WC: 4.4k+ 

YN- Your Name || LN - Last Name || YNN-chan - Your Nickname (From Family) || B#1 - Brother #1 Oldest Brother || B#2 - Brother #2 Second Brother 

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It had been an extremely awkward walk to the bus stop with Kageyama and Hinata, and when you had gotten home you had told Kenma you had decided to go to sleep instead of playing. You had taken a long, hot shower and paced around for a while before you ended up passing out on your plush couch while sketching to calm your mind down. 

You had woken up to sunlight in your eyes, and had made yourself your favorite hot beverage before you even began to think about what today would hold for you. Finally, when you look at your phone, you see so many texts from last night from Noya, Hinata and Tanaka, as well two from this morning, one from Kenma and another from Kageyama. Geez, these boys were going to drain all your energy before you could even get ready to go. 

Texting Kenma first, the safest choice, you send; “Good morning. Sorry for not meeting you online. I was so exhausted. Let’s play tonight tho!ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ”

After that, you send a very similar good morning text to Noya, Tanaka and Hinata; “Morning! Can’t wait to kick your butt in any game we play! \(^ヮ^)/ ”

One last one, texting Kageyama a reply; “Morning, how did you sleep? ٩(ˊ〇ˋ*)و”

Doing your usual morning routine, you play your favorite music, dancing around as you ready yourself. Humming along to the song, you pick out an outfit that was going to be comfortable for all day; some slightly loose fit jeans that hugged your hips and thighs, a graphic u-neck t-shirt, and your favorite hoodie. 

Right as you grab your phone, it goes off with a text from Noya, saying to head over whenever, as he was up now. Looking at the clock, it was almost 9:00 now, so it was a good time to head out anyway. Grabbing your backpack and putting the essentials, you also add some snacks, your phone, a charger and your 3DS into it. 

 You put on socks and laced up your shoes, lock up, and walk down the steps, seeing your grandparents out in the courtyard having their morning tea. 

“Ojiisan! Obaasan!” you say happily as you reach them, giving them greeting kisses on their heads.

“Going out, YNN-chan?” your grandma wonders with a sweet smile.

“Yes, I was just about to tell Mom, is she in the shop?”

“No, she’s out at the store. Your father is, though,” your grandpa tells you, “We’ll tell them for you later, go have fun today, okay?” he tells you, handing you some money and patting your hand. 

You thank him several times before grabbing your bike, glad that Noya had been so excited he texted their address to you last night. Right before you leave, you remember something and run into the bookshop, grabbing the next volume of a manga that Noya and Hinata had mentioned liking, shoving them into your bag before heading out on your bike, music playing in your headphones. 

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After half an hour, you come up to a three story apartment building, finding a place to lock your bike into place. Finding the right door on the third floor, you knock twice, rocking on your heels only once before the door flung open. 

“You came!” Noya’s happy voice filled your ears, his hand grabbing yours as he ushered you in. It seemed like a basic three bedroom, one bath apartment with a small living room and kitchen. The living room had a huge tv with two consoles under it, many games and manga lining shelves, several arm chairs, a few beanbags and a three seater couch in the middle. 

“Of course,” you say with a soft laugh. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, girls aren’t... usually interested when we invite them for video games,” Noya replies honestly with a shrug. “But whatever! I’m so stoked you came,” he added. He leads you to the couch and offers you some water, coming back with a bottle and handing it to you. “Taka is still asleep, we stayed up kinda late,” he laughed out.

You nod and take a sip of water, “Really? I went to sleep right after I got home… I don’t know how you didn’t pass out after that game!” you respond with your own laughter.

“We can’t usually sleep right after a game. Takes time to wind down!” 

“Makes sense.” You stare at your water bottle, wondering what to say. 

“Any games you like to play the most?” he wonders, your eyes finally landing on his face. 

You realize how close Nishinoya sat to you, despite there being ample room on the couch. His eyes lock with yours, the two of you seemingly moving closer to each other with each slowly creeping second. Your breath hitches and you prepare yourself, a hundred percent ready to kiss this man in front of you, right here, right now. It wouldn’t be your first kiss, no, but your first in a long time. 

Finally feeling the softest of connection from his lips, you go to close your eyes before the feeling is gone in a flash, his entire body across the couch in the blink of an eye. You sit there, confused and concerned you had done something wrong until you hear what he had obviously heard. 

Footsteps.

A door swings open and you hear a loud yawn, “Uggh, what time is it?” Tanaka grumbles, wearing nothing but boxers as he scratches his bottom. 

Your face heats up instantly, looking away and fidgeting. 

“Taka! YN is here!” Noya says, throwing a blanket from the couch at him. 

Tanaka’s face turns blank,  and he makes an ungodly sound as he goes back into his room with a slam. A moment later he comes out wearing sweats and a bright smile as if nothing had happened, “Hey YN, how are you this morning?” he asks with a new found confidence in his voice. He obviously didn’t mind being shirtless in front of anybody, you had noticed. 

“Oh, yaknow, not bad. I fell asleep on my couch, though, so my backs a little sore,” you tell him with a soft laugh.

“Want me to rub it?” Tanaka offers without any hesitation.

Your face goes hot and you shake your head, holding up your hands, “N-No, that’s fine. If anything, I should give you guys a massage after that awesome practice match! It was so cool to watch a game up close,” you tell them with a soft chuckle. 

“I’ll totally take you up on that!” Noya replies with a grin.

“I’m cool…!” Tanaka said, grinning ear to ear. 

SLAM!

All three of you turn and see a blonde girl coming out of the last room, looking extremely exhausted. 

“Long night at the bar, Nee-chan?” Noya asked with a grin.

“Very! But I made lots of tips,” she said grinning back before she realized you were there. “Oh, who's this? A girl?” she snickered, jumping over the back of the couch and sitting beside you. “Wow, you’re hot~” licking her lips she leaned in close and touched your cheek gently. 

“Saeko! This is our new manager we were telling you about!” Tanaka said from between gritted teeth, annoyed with his big sister. Well, more like jealous of her touching you so casually. 

“Oh that’s right! LN-chan, right?” she wondered, smiling at you. 

You nodded, leaning in a bit to her touch, not at all phased with women touching you. “Yes, YN is my first name,” you tell her, looking up at her with interest. You always admired a confident woman, and women weren’t at all that hard to get along with. Perhaps the fact you had never been a threat in middle and high school kept them genuinely nice towards you, but it had been an overall pleasant experience. 

Saeko’s face went pink for a moment before she grinned, “I like you, YN-chan!” she laughed, pulling away and hopping up. She heads into the kitchen and rummages around, “Hey, are you going to stay for lunch, YN-chan?” she calls to you.

“Oh, well if that’s okay?” you wonder, looking towards Noya and Tanaka, both who were trying to find ways to get closer to you.

“Hinata and Kageyama are coming sometime, too,” Tanaka adds.

 “Let’s go get stuff for hot pot later then,” she calls back, coming back into the living room. “Who wants to go?” she wonders, looking around.

“I don’t mind?” you say.

“Me!” both Tanaka and Noya say at the same time, then look at each other.

“Perfect, I'll take Tanaka!” Saeko says with a grin, “You can carry all the bags back,” she adds as she goes to her room to get changed. 

“Argh!” Tanaka groans and stomps into his own room with an annoyed look.

Noya looks away, but you can tell he’s grinning to himself. 

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After the two leave with protests from Tanaka, you fidget for a moment on the couch, your eyes flickering to Noya after a few moments. Locking once more with the beautiful pair, his eyes remind you of dark honey, your lips part in a way that Noya obviously finds inviting. His eyes flicker down to your lips, his body shifted towards you. 

“Can I…?” his words barely register before your own answer is out. 

“Yeah,” is all the acknowledgment he needs before he's back beside you. 

In a moment, his lips nearly crash against yours, his body pressed against yours. Your eyes are closed as your hands find their way up his chest and hold onto his shoulders. One of his hands finds its way to your lower thigh, resting there as the other rests on your cheek. His lips feel so soft against yours, moving sweetly against yours despite being so deep at first. Wet warmth crosses your bottom lip, his tongue asking for entrance. Parting your lips as a reply, his tongue is exploring your mouth, making your knees quiver a bit, you definitely hadn’t expected this style of kiss. Finally, the two of you part, panting softly in synch, staring deep into each other's eyes.

“Wow,” you murmur once you catch your breath.

Noya’s face spreads into a grin, his thumb running over your jeans, gently pressing into your soft thighs. “Yeah, seriously…” he says, licking his lips. 

Your hands gently squeezed onto his shoulder for a moment before letting go, sliding down his chest. “U-Um.. want that massage?” you wonder, shifting a bit. “A-A shoulder massage?” you add quickly, biting your bottom lip gently.

He nods happily, “I’d love that!” he says excitedly, and moves himself, getting onto a beanbag in front of you, so he's now leaning back in between your legs. Leaning his head back even further to look up at you as you begin rubbing his shoulders, he hums happily before speaking again. “Hey, do you think-”

Knock Knock Knock!

Both of you look towards the door, wondering who in the world was here, knocking. Noya jumped up quickly and went to the door, peeking out the eyehole. He let out a deep sigh, “It’s Hinata,” he says, his face turned away from you as he opened the door. “Hey Hinata!” he greets him happily, ushering him in. 

Hinata happily says hello to Noya, then sees you on the couch and stiffens a bit, “YN-chan!” he trots over to you and sits beside you, “Did you guys get the new volume in yet?!” he wonders. When he and Kageyama had dropped you off at your stop, you had mentioned during the walk your family owned a bookstore, and Hinata had asked you to keep an eye out.

Noya quickly takes his place in the beanbag between your legs before Shouyou notices it. He acts as if this is normal, and begins turning on the tv as you answer Hinata.

“Oh, yeah!” you say, grabbing your backpack and pulling it into your lap. You pull the manga out, setting them down on the table, leaning across right beside Noya’s head. As you pull back, your breast brushes against Noya’s head, causing both of the boys to stiffen. Hinata watching your chest closely, and Noya staring straight ahead, savoring the feeling. Your breath hitches for a moment as you lean back, swallowing hard, “S-Sorry, Nishinoya-senpai…” you murmur. 

He turns to you with a grin, although his face shows he's panicking inside as he gives you a thumbs up, “Nothing to apologize for!” he proclaims, turning back to look over the manga.

Hinata shifts a bit and turns away, grabbing one of the manga off the table. “Thank you so much! I didn’t expect you to bring them! I could have stopped by later,” he laughed. He starts rummaging through his pockets, pulling out some money for you.

You smile and shake your head, “You can still stop by any time,” you tell him. You close his hand and push it back, “No need to pay me for any of this,” you declare.

“What?! No way! You can’t just give me something without getting something in return!” Hinata whined.

“It’s totally fine, I wanted to get you guys something, so I got you and Noya-senpai the manga volumes! Ah, I haven’t figured out anything else for anyone, though,” you explain, scratching your neck gently as you nervously spoke. You weren’t sure what their reactions would be.

Noya tilted his head back and grinned at you again, holding the book, “Thanks so much! I really appreciate it,” he told you, leaning slightly so his back was touching your legs. He opened his mouth to ask a question, but Hinata spoke first.

“Wow you’re so nice…!” Hinata says, and unable to help himself, wraps his arms around you and hugs you, squeezing you for a moment before letting go. “AH! I hope that was okay…” he says, fidgeting. 

A smile spreads across your face, “I don’t mind. I actually like hugs,” you tell them, feeling a bit more confident around them. The fact that you could relax around both of them, and they both seemed to think highly of you, helped the situation. 

Hinata’s face goes red and he nods. Both of them look like they have something to say when the clicking of the door’s lock causes everyone’s heads to turn. Tanaka and Saeko had returned with the groceries, since the store really was only around the corner. 

“Oh, Hinata is here!” Saeko says as she comes in, holding only one bag in each hand, heading to the kitchen. “I wonder when Kageyama will show up?” she wonders to mostly herself as she starts putting stuff up. Tanaka isn’t far behind, helping put the groceries up before he greets Hinata, his gaze going to Nishinoya who hadn’t left his spot between your legs. Noya was sitting firm, not willing to jump up to help like he usually would, focusing on the tv and acting as if he was finding something for entertainment. 

“Oh, hey, Tanaka-senpai, what kinds of things do you like?” you wondered.

“Me? Hm, well, I like video games, meat and melon bread, and hot girls!” he tells you, grinning.

To most people, that would not have been helpful but you had a secret, something you never shared. You loved to bake, and were rather amazing at it. You could totally make melon bread, you had been thinking of making milk bread for Kageyama last night but had been way too tired. In fact, you had started pre-mading nearly all the pastries on Sunday for the little cafe in the bookstore these past two months. Then your parents would bake them as needed. 

“I can work with that,” you say with a soft laugh. 

“What do ya mean?” Tanaka wondered.

“She’s getting everyone on the team presents!” Hinata chirped happily.

“Doesn’t that sound like something that should be a surprise, Hinata-chan?” Saeko said, laughing loudly.

“It’s okay! It is for a present,” you laugh it off, not minding. It wasn’t like any of them knew exactly what you’d be getting anybody.

“She got me manga!” Noya said, holding up two volumes with a large grin.

Hinata did the same, nodding happily, “Me too!”

“That’s awesome! I can’t wait to get a present from a pretty girl!” Tanaka said happily, dazing off into his own daydream.

“It’ll be monday if that's okay?” you wonder. You would be busy most of tomorrow, but you knew you could make an extra few melon breads during that time.

“Whenever is fine with me!” Tanaka replies, grinning as he sits beside Hinata on the couch. “What are we gonna play?” he asks Noya.

Noya grinned at him, “Any of the Kario games we have, it’s like the only series we have that’s four player,” he said, shifting through the game selection to find the perfect one. 

“Oh, do you guys have Kario Kart?” you wonder with a sparkle in your eye, freakishly good at that game.

“Oh heck yeah we do!” Noya pulled it out, putting it in the gaming console as everyone picked a controller. 

“I love playing this game,” Tanaka said smugly, “I’m pretty damn good at it.” You were sure he was trying to impress you, but they seemed to forget who your friend was already. 

You had spent hours upon hours playing games with Kenma, Kuroo and your brother. You and Kenma preferred to join as a team, but on the occasion you were on opposite teams, things got heated as the two of you were competitive. 

“I am too!” Hinata said with a grin, enjoying sitting next to you. 

Knock Knock! 

“Ah, that must be Kageyama!” Noya said, hopping up and leading to the door, opening it and ushering Kageyama inside. 

You wave, “Morning Kageyama,” you say as you fiddle with one of the controllers, picking a character as you, Hinata and Tanaka all get ready to play a round.

“Morning... is this why you didn’t text back?” Kageyama wonders as he sits in one of the empty chairs, eyes flickering to your chest for a moment before looking back at your face. 

Your face flushed a bit, surprised he was being so upfront. “Oh! Yes, I’m so sorry, I rode my bike here and forgot to check my phone,” you laugh, feeling a bit bad you had forgotten to text him back. You pull out your phone, checking the messages, even if it is too late now. You quickly reply to Kenma as Noya sits between your legs in the beanbag, all of them watching you closely. 

“Come on and put that away! Let’s play~” Hinata says, just barely noticing the contact name out of the corner of his eye. 

“Sorry,” you reply as you put it away, picking the controller back up. 

“Alright, let’s play!” Tanaka shouts happily, “You can play next, Kageyama,” he says as he begins the game once Noya picks out his character.

It went on like that for a few hours, everyone switching around as you all played games until around noon, when Saeko started the hotpot. Noya was the first to suggest turning on a show in the background as you all gathered for lunch.

Your phone began going off right as you had taken your first bite. “I wonder who that is…?” you wonder mostly to yourself as you go to your bag, finding your phone and answering it. “W-Wait, hold on, slow down,” you said as you heard your mothers frantic voice, asking where you had been and why you didn’t tell them you were leaving for so long. “I told grandpa!” you tried to tell her, but she wasn’t having it. “F-Fine, I got it… See you soon,” you finally mutter, hanging up the phone and frowning a bit. You turn back to see all four boys, and Saeko, watching you from around the corner of the kitchen. 

“Do you have to go already?” Hinata and Noya whined together.

“Was that your mom?” Kageyama wonders.

“Man we were just starting to have fun!” Tanaka complains, heading over to you. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. It seems my grandparents forgot to tell my parents I was leaving, so now my mom’s all mad…” you explain, sighing. You weren’t upset with your grandparents, though, as you knew their memories were slipping due to old age. Plus, you had had a lot of fun and knew you’d definitely be coming back to hang out again. 

“Want to take some hot pot?” Hinata asks, which earns him a smack from Kageyama.

“How is she supposed to do that, dumbass?” he grumbles.

“So mean!” Hinata whines.

“It’s okay, thank you for thinking of me, Hinata,” you say, smiling at him. 

“Here take this as a snack~” Saeko offers, handing you a protein bar. She hugs you tightly, “And be safe okay? Here, have my number so you can text me anytime!” she says happily, taking your phone and putting her number in it. You hug her back, feeling a bit embarrassed with all the boys staring at you, but enjoy the way it feels. 

All of a sudden, Noya and Tanaka are hugging you too, “Yeah be safe! Text us!” they say as they hug you and Saeko. Hinata joins in, leaving Kageyama to awkwardly stand in the corner. You laugh and agree you’ll text everyone once you’re back home. 

“Oh, wait YN,” it’s Hinata as he moves quickly towards you, “Can we go together? I just saw the text from my mom! She needs me to watch Natsu,” he explains, sighing a bit, being made to watch his little sister's babysitter still, at the age of 18. Not that he minded watching her, but he had been having fun too.

“Dang, Kageyama, you should check your phone too or everyones going to be banned from coming over, jeez!” Tanaka complained. 

“I don’t have any younger siblings, though? And my mom knows I’m here.” Kageyama replies, confused but still looks at his phone just to check. “Nope, no messages.”

“It was a joke,” Tanaka laughs and slaps Kageyama’s back.

“I’m really sorry guys, again,” you say, bowing to all of them again before nodding to Hinata, not minding if he took you home, or at least part of the way. You honestly weren’t sure where this place was compared to yours. Last night, you had taken the bus, having forgotten your own bike, while he had ridden his bike home. And you hadn’t ever gone home together before. 

The two of you had bikes, so you agreed to race to the base of the mountain, apparently his family’s house was on the other side. 

“Wow, so close! Only right down the mountain!” he said excitedly when you had told him which street to stop at.

The bookstore you lived above was near the base, a two story building, the bottom being the bookstore and the top being your home with a balcony overlooking the courtyard, the entire outside surrounded by six foot walls that connected the two buildings. The back building was a four bedroom house, which your parents and grandparents lived in and had been your mothers childhood home. You had spent summers here, and some winter breaks, but your hometown was a bit further away. 

It was odd, you wished you had somehow met Hinata back then, when you had wished for someone your age to play with when your brother would pick on you and run off with his own friends. 

“I won!” Hinata shouts, breaking your thoughts as you realize you got to the corner across from your house. 

“Darn it! I spaced out!” you groan, hopping off your bike and walking it the rest of the way.

“Wow, this is where you live? I’ve been in this bookstore before!” he said as the two of you crossed and you stopped in front. You invite him in, going through the gate and parking your bikes beside one anothers. 

“I need to go find my mom, but thanks so much for bringing me home,” you tell him, gently biting your lip as your eyes flicker to his soft looking lips.

“Thanks for the manga… and hanging out with me, u-um! I mean us!” he stammered, obviously nervous, but you had caught him looking at your lips too. 

Gently placing your hand over his mouth to stop his ramblings, you lean up, moving your hand just in time to plant a sweet kiss on his lips. 

“I enjoyed hanging out with you,” you whisper, having just barely pulled away. 

His face was bright red, but something in his eyes told you he wanted more. Leaning in again, he pressed his lips to yours, his hand finding your waist to pull you in. It surprised you since you weren’t sure if he was going to actually do it, but you quickly leaned into him, kissing him deeper for a moment. Hearing a door open, you quickly pull away, your face feeling like it was on fire.

“I’ll text you, okay?” you whisper, kissing his cheek before pulling back fully, right as you hear your mother call for you.

“YN! Where have you… Oh! Who is this?” the short woman who looks similar to you, just without your eye color, walks up to Hinata and smiles at him. 

“Mom, this is Shouyou Hinata, he’s from the Volleyball Club I started managing with Kiyoko-nee-chan,” you explain to her.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am!” he nearly shouts, stiffening up. 

She laughs, “No need to be so stiff, son,” she tells him sweetly, “Nice to meet you, dear.” 

“Ah, well, I’ll see you Monday, YN, I gotta go!” he says, bowing to your mother and thanking her for letting you spend time with him before taking his bike and disappearing down the road.

“What a cutie~” your mom coos. “Well, you’re not in trouble this time… but make sure you tell us, okay? Can you go work in the cafe for a bit for me?” she asks, although you know it’s really a frequest. “I wonder when I’ll get a cute son-in-law like that?” she wonders loudly as she walks off, 

Your face goes red, mumbling as you go into the cafe, putting on an apron and getting a snack first, considering you hadn’t had a chance to finish your lunch. Once you’re at the counter, you pull your phone out of your pocket and quickly text everyone that you got home safely, as well as tell Kenma you got roped into working today. 

Jingle! Jingle! 

“Welcome!” You say, setting your phone down as you look up, your eyes going wide when you see two familiar faces, Sugawara and Sawamura Senpai’s.

“Oh, this was the right one!” Daichi said, grinning as he looked at you.

Ry: Next part is right after this~ Ohohoho May contain Daichi and Suga fun~

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decisions | poly!kayshton

requested by anon:  Okay so we all know how protective alpha!Kayston is about omega!reader but what about her getting sad and needy cause she’s watching them help each other through their ruts and won’t let her join even tho the doctor gave the okay on it. Like they’re afraid to hurt her physically but don’t realize they’re hurting her emotionally. notes: this was intending to be like, 600 words long??? HA. that was never gonna happen. don’t like it, don’t read it. (there is also some abo!lierra in here too) warnings: angst, smut, fluff word count: 4.6k. (600 words my fuckin ASS)

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Being pregnant with twins was certainly an experience for you. Being pregnant with twins after being impregnated by two Alphas was something else entirely. 

Mercifully for you, because of the pregnancy, it meant that you stopped going into heat. But when a bump had started showing, your alphas had turned to each other when their ruts had hit them.

This appointment you’d attended alone, their ruts having caught the three of you by surprise. Your doctor was surprisingly kind, a Beta. And she sensed a question that was burning your mouth. 

“Even if it feels stupid to ask, sometimes asking helps.” She encouraged gently. 

“Will their ruts hurt me or the babies?” And you felt the lone tear fall. She handed you a tissue with no hesitation. 

“No. It’s perfectly safe for both of them if they’re rutting. The only thing I wouldn’t recommend is both of them. It won’t cause any damage from what we’ve seen in previous cases like yours, but it’s better not to take the chance. One of them, yes. Both of them, it’s not been proven to be dangerous but it’s not been proven to be safe either.” Her words were both comforting and frustrating. 

“They’ve been focusing on each other instead of you, haven’t they?” Her question wasn’t unkind, but the tears fell regardless. 

“It’s like they can’t even touch me any more and it’s driving me mad but they won’t listen. And I can hear them and it hurts to think like this because it draws back to the fears of just being a breeding purpose.” You’d never admit that to your Alpha’s. But some of the words that had been slung at you had stuck. 

“It might be presumptuous of me, but I can always put you in touch with a therapy service. It’s not to make you believe the rhetoric spouted by the bigots,” she cut in at your outraged look, “but to help you go through all of this. I might be a professional but even I recognised that both of your alphas are famous.” Her dry tone caused your face to grow warm and you hesitated. 

“I could maybe take a look.” You finally admitted quietly and she handed you a small card. 

“Don’t be too mad with them. They’re just thinking that they’re doing the right thing and are entirely misguided because of it.” 

You nodded your thanks to her before leaving, booking the next appointment. When you got into the car, you made the journey home, wondering if you could step into the house knowing that their scent was going to drive you crazy and they wouldn’t do anything about it. 

You could hear them as soon as you stepped through the door, and you steered your thoughts away from being rejected. 

But it didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Grabbing a blanket and a couple of pillows from the living room, you headed out to where the porch swing was, curling up and wrapping yourself in the blanket as you muffled the heartbroken tears that fell. 

Whether they knew they were hurting you or not, you couldn’t stop the pain, the loneliness. 

When the house fell silent, you pressed your face into the pillow, unwilling to give them worry. You weren’t too sure if you’d be able to face them at that moment. 

Taking the decision to stop your heart from breaking further, you called Luke. When he greeted you, you couldn’t find the words to ask if you could stay with him. 

But he understood. 

“I’ll be around in fifteen. At least tell your dumb alphas that you’re coming to mine or they’ll panic.” Part of you wanted them to panic, to feel that worry. But you hummed an agreement. 

When you made your way upstairs, it was quiet. When you stepped in your shared bedroom, joy tried to ignore the heartache at the sight of them wrapped up together, asleep. 

So you quietly packed some clothes and made your way downstairs, leaving a note on the kitchen counter for them to find when they woke up. 

Luke has arrived and once you were in the car and he was pulling away, you cried. 

“What are they doing, sweet thing?” And you told him everything.

When you’d arrived at his, Sierra was there to greet you, her concern melting into annoyance at your alphas. 

“They should know better.” She muttered as she took your hand and guided you inside.

When your bag had been set by the stairs, her arms drew you into a hug. Her touch felt wrong and yet you leaned into it because it was the first piece of physical affection you’d gotten and the small, sad thought caused the tears to fall. 

“Sweetheart.” Sierra’s concern was overwhelming and you held onto her tightly. And then it clicked for her when she caught a whiff of their scents on you. 

Without another word, she pulled you upstairs to the spare bedroom, her arms and body wrapping around yours as you cried. 

“Love?” Luke had followed helplessly behind, feeling at a complete loss of what to do. 

“Their Alpha’s haven’t touched them during their ruts. It’s probably the worst thing they could’ve done because our sweet omega here is trying to convince their mind that it’s not a rejection. That it’s out of care. But they’re hurting.” Sierra’s voice was soothing and her hand ran up and down your back as you struggled to contain the sobbing. 

“But, this?” His hesitation was met with a warm smile from his mate. 

“The physical connection with an Alpha is a form of grounding. More often than not it’s an Alpha they know, which is why we’re like this. You’re emotional support but they need that physical touch, especially with the babies.” Luke’s face was a picture. 

“Babies?” 

“Surprise.” You muttered into Sierra's shoulder. 

“Oh sweet omega, you were never gonna be able to  hide that from other Alphas. Luke here is just a bit slow on that uptake and scent change.” Sierra teased and you simply sighed in return. 

Eventually Luke crawled behind you and didn’t protest the other omegas touch. 

It had been very hit and miss with the pregnancy, other omegas touch having made you feel physically ill. Part of you suspected it was because you were nestled into Sierra. 

“Is it wrong for me to say I’m glad that we don’t have a third?” Luke’s quiet huff instantly had guilt rushing through you. 

“Sorry Lu.” You whispered and he scoffed, his arms tightening around you. 

“Don’t apologise. I’m just thinking out loud. I know you’re mates and this doesn’t bother me, but sharing another? I don’t know how I’d feel.” He murmured and you chuckled. 

“I wasn’t sure at first. But they were both so possessive, Kaykay more than Ashton, and I wanted them both. I guess there’s something guiding us with our mating, at least our attitudes. You wouldn’t have a third if you got jealous easily. They get jealous, yes, but when I’m not focusing on them after so long.” Your voice seemed to get heavier and Sierra tutted gently. 

“Questions later. Rest sweet thing. When can I expect your mates to start storming the walls?” 

The order wasn’t quite an Alpha’s order, but your body began to submit regardless. 

“Probably when they realise that I meant what I said when I told them I was spending a few days away.” You replied before you finally fell asleep. 

When you next woke up, you felt confused. You were still sandwiches between Sierra and Luke and your bladder was about to burst. 

You shifted, climbing over Sierra before rushing to the bathroom, your bladder feeling the relief once you’d peed. When you returned to the room, Sierra was sat up. 

“Looks like you needed that last night sweet thing. We thought you’d wake up to the smell of food but you didn’t even twitch.” Her tone was amused and you felt your eyes unable to meet hers. 

“You should’ve woken me, I need to-I have to still eat even when I don’t want to.” It explained why you hadn’t been hit with morning sickness yet. 

“Don’t worry. It happens. Let’s get some food started and this big lug of an omega should get up then.” 

You followed her downstairs, and watched as she began to make breakfast. You’d retrieved yourself phone from your bag to find the battery nearly drained as well a lot of missed calls. 

Plugging it into a charger, you opened up the texts from your mates, noting the apologetic tones. You sighed. 

“I guess they’re feeling sorry.” Sierra murmured and you nodded. 

“I know they are, but this, this is different.” You hummed and she nodded. 

“It is. You’re more than welcome to stay another night.” She murmured gently and you nodded in return. 

“I appreciate your hospitality.” The two of you shared a smile as you heard footsteps upstairs and she dished up the food. 

When Luke got downstairs, his hair was ruffled and he couldn't contain his yawn, but he greeted you with a grin before greeting his mate with a kiss. 

You looked away, the sharp pain giving you a shock, your hand reaching up to grasp over your heart.

Sierra was immediately in front of you, her hands cradling your face as you shrugged to take in any kind of breath. 

“You’re not going catatonic on us sweet thing. Yes your Alohas have been dumb but they’ll come back to you.” And your mind latched onto those words, the few tears that had fallen made you feel slightly guilty. 

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this. I’m sorry.” You whispered and she shook her head.

“Despite them being idiots, letting you fall into a catatonic state would make everything worse. And I’m certain your Alphas would rip me a new one.” She murmured as she cleaned your face free from the tears. 

You didn’t argue with her as she finally pulled away and returned to breakfast, your mind replaying her words over and over to ease the pain in your chest. 

“So I was thinking, maybe winding the two very dumb alphas up today, what do you say?” Luke’s question was so casual you very nearly didn’t pay attention to it, trying to keep your mind focused on the fact that they hadn’t rejected you. 

But you’d heard his words and felt that they deserved some worry. 

“Luke...” Sierra's tone was a warning and he grinned impishly at her. 

“We’re just going out. But you aren’t going to know where, and neither are they. I’ll take my phone so we can call if we need it, but today is an omega day.” He turned a cheeky smile in your direction and you tried to smile back, but it felt like a grimace.

“It’d be nice to be around people who don’t make me wanna throw up.” Both Alpha and omega snorted their drinks in laughter before the three of you went and got ready for the day. 

By the time the car was down the highway, you ignored the tug that was begging you to go home. You knew you were going to go home but you needed to teach them a lesson. 

Even if it hurt you. 

It was a day of the beach mostly. Neither of you were looked at twice, not with your two marks and his singular one. And if there were fans about, they left the two of you alone. 

You’d done some shopping, finding the silliest finds that you could for your mates. You’d picked out the most obnoxious shirt for Ashton, knowing he’d probably wear it, paired with the most ridiculous board shorts as well. For Kaykay you’d picked up some outrageous skirts that held clashing colours as well as another obnoxious shirt. But you’d also picked out some nicer gifts as well. 

As you walked about, stopping every now and then, you were feeling more relaxed for the first time in weeks. 

It felt like a small piece of freedom which soothed your aching soul. 

“Do you think if I asked, they’d move closer to the coastline?” You asked as the two of you got ice cream. Luke paid for you, much to your dismay. 

“I think they’d move to the ends of the earth if you asked them to. However I know that Ash has been looking at either selling up or expanding. Why the coast though?” You were walking along the parade, your arm looked through his as you hummed, trying to process your thoughts. 

“It just feels soothing. I know that it’ll be hell during tourist season but if we could find a quiet place with a nice sized garden along the coastline? It’d be ideal.”

The two of you finished up, heading back to the car. The sun was beginning to set and you knew that Luke had promised for the two of you to be back for dinner. 

You hadn’t expected to see Ashton’s car parked just outside of the driveway, causing your eyebrows to shoot up. You also didn’t expect to hear shouting from within the house when you stepped out of the car. 

“You two are thick fucking Alpha’s if you really believe that to be a way to treat your Omega!” Sierra’s voice cut through the air and you shared a look with Luke. 

“I guess she decided to give them the what for.” He muttered as the two of you made your way back inside. 

“We’d damage them or the babies, it’s why we-”

“Says who? Did you talk to your mate? Ask their doctor? I held your mate as they cried last night because of you absolute morons!”

The shouting had masked your entry back and you slowly made your way to the sound of the shouting. 

“If anyone should be shouting, it should be me.” You muttered as you stepped into the living room and three pairs of eyes snapped to you. Sierra smiled. 

The relief on Kaykay and Ashton’s faces made your anger surge. 

“You don’t get to look at me like that.” You snapped, causing both of them to reel back in shock. “Had you listened to me the first time, you’d have found out that it’s fine for you to be with me when you rut. Maybe not both together but individually, yes.” 

Their faces fell and you turned to Sierra. 

“I know you extended the invite for me to stay tonight, but I think we’d best get home.” She smiled and pulled you in for a hug. 

“You’re welcome back anytime.”

When Luke pulled you into a hug, you held on a little bit tighter. 

“We need more omega days.” He whispered before letting you go. 

“I did have the best day today. Thank you.” And he beamed. 

You made your way upstairs and collected the few things you’d brought before heading back down to where your two silent Alphas were waiting. 

The journey home was excruciating because they held their silence. You refused to give any satisfaction of breaking the quiet, so the journey was held no conversations or music as Ashton drove the three of you home. 

When you were back within the walls of your own home, you headed up to the spare room and this finally broke their silence. 

“Are you, you’re not sleeping with us?” The hesitation in Kaykay’s voice made your chest hurt once more. But you tried to ignore the side that was screaming at you to crawl back into your room with them. 

“Unless you two are going to touch me, no.” 

Her hand reached out, fingers curving your cheek with a hopeful look in her eyes. You could only sigh. 

“You know I don’t mean like that.” You got out and her hand dropped. 

“We could hurt you, hurt the babies.” Ashton finally whispered, the determination that you’d seen days before, replaced by uncertainty. 

“If you’d have bothered to even try and listen to me last week, you’d have realised that one of you won’t do any damage. The whole fucking point of being your mate and omega is to help you.” You finally snapped and Ashton flinched back. 

It felt wrong on every level to see him so, submissive. Even Kaykay had her eyes on the floor and you felt wrong, wrong, wrong. 

You were their omega. 

“Please, look at me.” The words were a broken whimper and their heads snapped up. And you weren’t entirely sure what changed, but they were both surrounding you, their scent so unique and welcoming as you held onto them both. 

“Please I can’t take it. I’ve cried so much. It hurts my soul being like this but all I feel like is just a thing for you to breed and then for you both to turn to each other.” You finally got out, and the realisation of your words hurt you more than you realised, a sob breaking free. 

You caught a glimpse of the matching looks of horror on their faces and you felt the guilt begin to eat you up for making them feel like that. 

But then Kaykay spoke up. 

“Sweetheart, we didn’t realise it was hurting you this much. Oh god I’m so sorry.” Her arms were around you and you barely moved as the both pressed against you, your body relishing in the fact that you were pressed between your Alphas. 

Only when you’d calmed down, did they finally move, but it was to bring you back to your own room, Ashton leaving for a moment to retrieve your things. 

In those few moments, a side of you was clawing at you to follow him, but you were encased within Kaykay’s arms. So you whined. 

“Sweetheart?” Her voice was gentle and soothing. 

“Alpha.” You whimpered in return and she understood immediately. 

“Ash baby, come back.” Her voice was calm and the second he was back in the room, you settled. “Sweet omega, how did you survive like this?” There was no patronising tone, her curious genuine as Ashton crawled in and pressed against you. 

“Survive what?” His voice held confusion and she pressed a kiss to your lips before getting off the bed. Your eyes tracked her as she walked around the room, but the moment she left the room for longer than fifteen seconds, the whines began to escape, fingers digging into the sheets, torn. 

She stepped back into view and your body relaxed. 

Pushing yourself up, you crawled across the bed to her, kneeing up when you reached the edge of the bed where she stood. 

Kaykay smirked.

“Needy little omega. So desperate. We’ve been such piss poor Alphas, making you think you were nothing but something for us to breed. But we need to rectify that. Make sure you know that we want you.” Her voice was husky and you tried to keep your breathing steady. 

You were going on your instincts at this point, the desperate need so strong and demanding. 

“Please Alpha.” 

You could see she was visibly hard, and she glanced over her shoulder to Ashton. 

“I can see your worry, but we take our sweet, willing omega one at a time. Make sure they know they’re all we want.” You bit back a moan at her words. The bed shifted and you watched as they both got undressed, Ashton taking the chair in the corner. 

She helped you off the bed, undressing you with practised ease, her fingers feeling like fire on your skin. 

“Back on the bed little omega. Hands and knees facing your Alpha.” You did as you were told, eyes studying Ashton as his hand moved up and down his cock slowly. 

You felt Kaykay press behind you, the bed sinking with her weight. She wasted no time, burying her cock inside of you, a loud moan falling from your lips. 

“Needy little omega.” She murmured as her hips began to move and you knew that you weren’t going to last long at all. 

Your first orgasm surprised her, pulling a stunned gasp from her lips as your arms trembled from holding you up. 

“So desperate for your Alpha’s that you’re barely being fucked and you’re already making a mess. Oh baby we’re gonna have fun with you.” You whined at her words, fingers grasping at the covers. 

With one hand on your hips, she leaned forward, her other hand gripping your shoulder and pulling you up against her. 

The new position had you seeing stars, head falling back onto her shoulders as she continued to drive into you, her lips playing with her mark on you and you knew she wasn’t too far off. 

“Look at your Alpha when I knot you little omega. We may have already bred you but fuck, show him how good this feels.” Her words were much lower, and you couldn’t fight the command, head tilting back towards Ashton as you felt the shift and you moaned. 

Your eyes stayed locked with Ashton as you came again, Kaykay’s orgasm following and her teeth sinking into her mark, your body twitching as she held you in place, her breathing heavy. 

“So perfect little omega. Are you ready for your Alpha to fill you again?” You gasped, a whine escaping as you felt the knot already in you deflate and Kaykay slid out effortlessly. 

“Come sit on your Alphas lap little omega. You’ve been so good for us.” His words were coaxing and you slowly climbed off the bed, legs trembling a little. 

Kaykay remained on the bed, her body almost flopping into the bed sheets as her eyes watched you both, Ashton’s arms catching you as you half collapsed into his lap, straddling him as you did. 

“So good for us little omega. I promise you we won’t do this again.” His words had a profound effect as you ground against his cock, a whimper leaving your lips as his hands pressed into your hips, lifting you up and your hand gripped his cock, the other grasping his shoulder as he settled you down, a low moan escaping from him in time with another whine from you. 

“Alpha.” The word escaped and he shifted the two of you until his hips began to rock against you and you could feel your eyes rolling back as he fucked up into you. 

“God I’m so sorry little omega, denying this from you when I should’ve listened.” The words were a low growl, your mind spinning as you felt Kaykay come up behind you, her lips working your neck. 

With both of your Alpha’s stimulating you, you knew it wasn’t going to be much longer and Ashton groaned as your body shook and the orgasm hit you, his low moans having a dizzying effect on you. 

“Keep cumming sweet omega. Cum on his cock till you’re spent.” Kaykay whispered and you didn’t fight her words as the angle he was driving into you, sent you spiralling once more before he chased his own high, his knot expanding inside of you. 

His teeth sank into his own mark, Kaykay’s teeth sinking in a second time and you felt everything in you settle, the care of your Alpha’s driving away any doubts as you all caught your breath. 

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” Ashton finally whispered as he drew back and your lips found his, gentle and soothing compared to the desperate and needy kisses. 

“Talk to me. Don’t shut me out. Even Sierra recognised that you doing this to me was both stupid and dangerous.” You whispered in return and he sighed as he pulled out and groaned at the sight between your legs. You smiled gently. 

“I know you’re in a rut but both of you look like you haven’t slept.” Ashton pulled you back to the bed, Kaykay having retrieved a cloth to clean between your legs before crawling up your body, dropping a kiss to your lips. 

“Then nap time sounds amazing sweetheart.” She whispered, her body settling next to yours. Ashton has discarded the cloth before settling on your other side. 

Their scent enveloped you as your mind settled, falling asleep with ease as their hands rested over the small bump. 

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You ended up waking up the following day and despite how tangible your mates scents were, it wasn’t overwhelming and desperate like the last few days had been. 

Kaykay’s face was nuzzled into your neck, her breathing slow and heavy. Ashton’s fingers traced light patterns on your barely showing bump, his face pressed into your hair. 

“I know you’re awake sweetheart.” His voice was soothing and soft. You hummed in response, unwilling to lodge your mate from her position against you. 

Ashton made no further attempt to talk as you just enjoyed the peace of being wedged between them both, your heart and soul seemingly allowing the moment to balm the edges that had appeared over the last few days. 

“You really hurt me.” You finally whispered. Ashton’s hand stilled only for a moment before he continued and you took that as a signal to continue talking. 

But the words wouldn’t come. Or at least, words that wouldn’t break his heart. 

“It felt like my chest was caving in at the thought of you both rejecting me, or even just using me to breed pups and then turn to each other.” The tears were in your eyes, lifting a hand to wipe them away. 

Ashton held his silence, knowing you needed to get this off your chest. 

“All I could think was that the fans were right and I was nothing to either of you.” This time a sob broke free, and a gentle squeeze from Kaykay alerted you to the fact she was awake. 

“We made the wrong judgement without your input, and would have lost you because of it.” Ashton spoke softly, the pain in his voice certainly telling of how much he cared. 

“I’m your mate. Your third. I’m carrying both of your pups for fucks sake.” 

“And we picked the wrong decision. I know our hormones and emotions were high yesterday, but when I said I was sorry, I meant it sweet omega. You’ve changed us for the better but we’re both headstrong alphas who need you. And we nearly lost you.” Kaykay’s voice was filled with sleep and you could only hold on to her and Ashton’s grip around you got tighter. 

“If I had to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, I would. You deserve better than how we treated you.” Ashton’s voice was gentle as you shifted around, wiggling so that you could look at him, a stern look in your eyes. 

“I do, but you’re my stubborn alphas who still forget that their omega is not an alpha, no matter how much sass I give you both. I accept your apologies and when I’m not so angry about it all, you know I’ll forgive you. But you have to promise me, both of you promise me that you’ll never do this again.”

“You have my word, little omega.” Ashton didn’t hesitate with his words, and you turned to Kaykay. 

“I promise you, sweetheart. It won’t happen ever again.” And you could hear the honesty in their words. 

“Good.” You felt petulant but being wrapped up in both of them felt too good for you to want to willingly be away from them. 

You knew the bond needed to settle and you were not going to say no to a day with your alphas, especially when they were like this. 

Settling into their embrace, Ashton resumed tracing patterns on the bump and your mind followed it slowly before you fell back asleep, murmuring a soft “love both of you.” 

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Passing out during a workout -Shawn Mendes

A/N: So I actually almost passed out at bootcamp this morning which was so freaking embarrassing cause it was my first time going so I didn’t know anyone apart from my friend. It was hella scary and also the inspiration for this little piece. Hope you like it!

Word count: 1508

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sexy times (nothing major tho), some heavy flirting, fainting, lil bit of angst

Requests are open!

Masterlist.

Taglist: @shawn-youth @boobear729 

“I don’t care y/n just stop for a sec,” Shawn said annoyed, putting his hand next to him as he leaned back on the bench he was sitting on.

“Just a few more babe, I’m almost done.” He lifts his eyebrows, amazed at how tough I am to convince to take a break. “Babe if you don’t stop you’re gonna throw up or something.” I cringed and turned my head to look at him. At that he smiled, glad he achieved some sort of reaction that didn’t involve me pushing it harder. “Babe, really...” I said, both corners of my mouth drawn downwards in disgust. He knew how much puking and all that stuff grossed me out, of course, he was gonna use it against me.

“I love you, and I’m glad you wanna join me at the gym but please take it easy.” I heard him say while I dab my forehead with my towel. I throw it over my shoulder and take a drink of my water, handed to me by Shawn when he notices me looking for the bottle. He eyes me carefully, he’s not used to seeing me this active so evidently, he worries more. He’s a worrier, that boyfriend of mine.

“You know you’re really hot all, sweaty and focused.” I choke on my water, keeping my lips closed to stop the water from flooding out at his random statement. “Down boy, we’re in public,” I say with a hand on my hip. I step off of the treadmill and smirk when I approach him. “You know you’re not too bad yourself.” He looks up at me and wraps his arms around my waist, hovering dangerously close over my ass. We weren’t really a couple that showed off much PDA in public, but the gym was practically empty so it’s not like we could bother anyone with it. His forehead rests against my tummy, almost directly on my bellybutton as he looks down. My hands massage his scalp, the soft feeling of his dark curls bringing a content smile to my face.

“We should go practice for later when we get home,” Shawn says, looking up at me with innocent eyes. I tilt my head in confusion to which he grins. “You know, practice baby-making and stuff.” He groans slightly when I pull on his hair in response to his suggestion. “I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you.” I hummed as his hands found their way under my shirt, resting just above the waistband of my pants. He blinked slowly, drinking me in with his chestnut eyes as he opened his mouth, pressing soft kisses to my clothed tummy. I got a little more excited when his teeth slowly grabbed a hold of the waistband of my yoga pants, seductively looking up at me for a couple of seconds before releasing them, letting them hit my skin like a rubber band.

I break the little moment by scratching lightly at his neck. “Come on, we have 3 more exercises to go.” “You’re going to be the death of me.” He smiles, looking up at me while he stands. “Is someone a little sensitive?” I say in a high voice, bopping his nose with my index finger. In one quick movement, he grabs my hand and pulls me closer, cupping my ass as I fall into him. “I wouldn’t exactly call it sensitive.”

About 10 minutes and a whole lot of flirting later we were both fully back into our workout routines. Shawn was lifting weights in front of the huge mirror that gave a decent view over the rest of the gym while I was doing some training on the stair stepper. My back was facing the mirror due to the placement of the equipment so Shawn had a great view of my ass which he couldn’t complain about. His eyes were trained on me while he felt the burn in his muscles, trying to keep himself distracted enough to keep pushing.

I upped the resistance once more, kicking it to the highest possible setting. I ignored my muscles screaming for a break, my lungs were on fire and I was so hot I didn’t even feel the built-in fan blowing colder air onto my skin. My vision started to change when I looked away from the one point I had been focusing on since the start of the exercise and then it hit me. It’s not that I felt bad, I just started feeling... Off. Like something was going on. In a matter of a few seconds, my entire vision started getting blurry and the ground was seemingly moving. I slowed down my steps until I came to a full stop. Shawn didn’t think anything of it, he just figured I either needed a break or that I was done with the exercise.

I tried to stabilize myself so I could step off of the gym equipment. My hands were supporting my body weight as I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of my sudden change in energy. I felt heavy and drained as if all the life had been sucked out of me. I just wanted to take a very long, deep nap. I straightened my back, hoping my improved posture would allow me to take deeper breaths but I didn’t feel like it did anything. I needed help, not sure where I would land if I passed out now I shakily tried to get off of the holders my feet were placed in. 

Shawn noticed my hesitant, uncoordinated movements and slowly lowered the weights he’d been holding. He kept a close eye on me in the mirror. “Shawn,” I managed to say slowly before losing my balance. Shawn didn’t hesitate. He jumped off the bench and got to me just in time before my head hit the ground. “Hey, y/n! Are you okay?! Y/n can you hear me?” He panted, out of breath himself. “I wasn’t fully there, but I heard him say my name which was enough for me to let out a tired moan before unwillingly closing my eyes.

Shawn picked me up off of the ground carefully so my feet, who were still half on the steps wouldn’t hit the machine. He kept trying to talk to me with no luck. I could hear him, I just was too tired to open my eyes. As much as I wanted to look at him, tell him I was okay, I just couldn’t. I didn’t have the energy to function. The soft, vinyl fabric felt cool yet sticky on my sweaty skin when he laid me down on the bench. When he noticed I wasn’t really waking up, I felt Shawn place my feet on something taller than the bench, allowing improved blood flow back to the rest of my body.

Soon he was back at my side and I started slowly opening my eyes. First, everything was black. Then came light brown followed swiftly by bright orange and yellow, the lighting of the gym leaving a neon-like shine on my cornea behind my eyelids. “Hey, you’re okay.” He quavered breathily. “Did I just pass out?” I asked in a small voice, feeling a little bit better already. He nodded but didn’t say anything. Instead, he put a wet towel on my forehead which immediately brought me to my senses quicker. “Do you want some water?” He asked, already holding the bottle out in front of me. “Yeah, can you help me sit up please?” He stood up from his crouching position, a hand resting on my back, supporting the weight I couldn’t yet.

When I was sitting up, Shawn quickly went to sit behind me since there was nothing I could rest against otherwise. He gently pulled me against him, allowing me to slouch into him as he handed me my water. His chin rested on top of my head while he looked at me in the mirror. He didn’t say much, thinking about what just happened. After some rest and water, I almost felt completely okay. Maybe a little unstable but a lot better than before. His chin had shifted from the top of my head to my shoulder, our cheeks touching when he spoke.

“You know you scared me right?” He mumbled, looking sadly into the mirror. “I know baby I’m sorry.” His hands rested comfortingly on my thighs and he squeezed them lightly as he spoke again. “Just promise you won’t push your boundaries again like that.” I nodded in response and smiled when he pressed a soft kiss to my cheek, scooting closer and nuzzling his nose into my shoulder.

“We can reschedule the babymaking practice. Right now I’m going to take you home, get some food in that little tummy of yours and we’re going to chill on the couch.” He said, grinning into the mirror as we both made eye contact. I chuckled, grateful for him in every sense of the word.

“You’re an idiot, but I love you.”

[one-abuse-survivor]

Tired is when you're sick of life, or feel weighed down by the stuff around you. Sleepy is when you want to go to bed. That's how me and my friend do it, anyhow. At this point, I'm fucking exhausted to the point where I feel too tired to let it out but im gonna anyways. There's bits in here that I can't tell my friend, or anyone, so i'm hoping bc this is anonymous i can let it out. Right, intro done lol. Onto the story. Last night, i have no idea what time, maybe five or six, (all i know is this

thing ended at 7pm), my mom storms out of the room and comes back holding a bottle of water and her bag. She proceeds to tell my dad she found the bottle at the bottom of my bed, (basically im not supposed to have anything at the bottom of my bead bc asian tradition believes that youre on top of it and thats dirty or whatever). Then she pulls out my school photo, puts it on the table and tells my dad to look at it. Starts ranting about how I never listen, i look horrible, worst photo i've ever taken. 

Basically, I go to a private school, and they think I should look good, and then they spent some time lecturing me about how i was supposed to look right when i was in the school, I look like a boy, i act like a boy, my hair's a mop, I look like a hooligan. Start talking about when i dress to go to school, how my shoes aren't polished and one of them has laces that show the white inner. How my hair's messy at the back, if i saw someone in jeans and someone in a suit in the street, who would i think was respectful? They told me they shouldn't have let me into the school, they loved me too much, that's why, they should have let me go to this public school that has a reputation for being a mess, that i belong there, waste of money, they regret letting me go here, thought i was a respectable girl. 

Dad asked me again, who wouldd i think was respectful, the jeans or the suit, and I told him I don't know. We'll get to that later, but at that moment he sneered and snorted and looked at my mom. 'says she doesnt know' he jeers. I'd meant it as in 'i have no idea, please help me'. He took it as 'she doesn't know, and doesn't give a fuck'. I don't know how to look proper. they never taught me. they tell me that something looks good so i wear it. mom still buys my clothes for me. I have no fucking clue what looks proper and what doesn't. 

Anyways, somehow they moved onto uni, and my current work, and how I pull all-nighters and how dad thought i was smart but nopw he has no hope, how he sees me get up in the morning and know i'm going to fail the assessment, how i get distracted, how i take too long to shower, how i never learn, how i never help them around the house, they do everything for me and if he was in my shoes then he would work until 'smoke came out' (vietnamese saying), how he would be so grateful but i'm not and they're going to leave me (which is a normal threat for them lol) and how they're going to die (another normal threat, dad has a lifelong illness and mom has been struggling with leukaemia for years) and they're not going to pay for uni if i get a stupid degree, only if i get a good degree like they want which will actually help me (law), if i want to become an engineer (something im considering) then i can pay for it myself, then again it's not like i'm even going to get into uni, when they look at me, they have to think of the girl i was when i was five because if they think about me now they feel sad, they won't look at me because I make them sad, they had so much hope for me, now down the drain, no, down to the sewers, look at my cousins going out, one of them had piercings and infections and almost got tattoos and is a nurse in a prison with a husband who stressed her out so much she passed out at work, do i want that, that's what i will get if i dont work, basd job, assisstants have to buy pads for their bosses, horrible child, this will end one of two ways, one i listen to them and come back years later to thank them or i'll look up at the stars and wish that i'd listened to them and they regret having me and caring for me, if only they'd been better parents, they'd been too lenient, but i don't care do i because if i cared it'd show in my working to please them and i haven't done that so that means i don;t care about them.

Dad told me it was too late to change, then switches to tell me it's not too late, they ramble on about my internet use, (i have to ask them for internet) and i'm not acutlalyu doping work on it, i'm just fucking around, they kjnow, they know, i can lie all i want nbut it's true. Horrible child, they'll die, they'll die, That's the end of the conversation, we're not going to talk about it anymore. No, stop talking. I'm going to tell you this until i die. I'm going to keep saying it, beccause it's better that i say it and you not listen than i dont say it and regret not saying it. (okay, i can;t currently remember anything else of what they said lol.). By the way, you wanna know abt

[asks didn’t arrive and I asked for the last bit again]

ok lets hope to god this sends then. i think i know where i was up to - 'do you want to know about what was wrong with the photo' i think was meant to be that. anyways, yeah. guess what was wrong with it. i had a fucking splinge. like my hair was parted and a bit of the part was split. that's all i can see that's wrong with it. maybe my hair looked oily? idk but that's all i noticed. also said something after that about do u remember when dad asked me abt who did i think looked better the suit.

also can i add something i just remembered which is that one of them put folders on my shelf and mom told me she knew i put them there to hide what i was looking at on my laptop from her when i??? didnt??? put them??? there??? in the first place???? (the layout of my room allows the folders to block the view of someone from the door basically) i put new folders there after i think my dad put them there but i didnt originally put them there??? sorry it was a full ask rant and i have no idea what the freak i typed and what i didnt lol. but u get the gist i think. big fat lecture.

i am tired. my eyes were puffy and there was like this pool of snot floating on top of this pool of tears if you did get the ask sorry u had to read that twice. :(. i mean even tho u didnt see it i was able to let it all out. not sure if it made me feel better about anything but being able to do it at all is rlly nice. Thank you for that.

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No wonder you’re tired, nonnie... I’m really glad you could get all of this off your chest, and really sorry that you have to hear those awful things about yourself coming from your parents.

I’m a white European, so I don’t share many of your experiences and I don’t know how it is to live in a Vietnamese family, but I hope it’s okay to compare it a little bit with my experiences in my (very Christian) family--if not, you can absolutely skip the next paragraph! 

I have had a bunch of conversations with my therapist about traditions, religion, and misogyny, because since I cut my mother off, my grandfather has lectured me many times about how I am a bad daughter for looking out for myself and putting my life first instead of being devoted to my mother’s wants and needs. He told me that she’s sick and I’m horrible for not caring about that and abandoning her, and that if she doesn’t love me, I just have to work harder until I "crack her walls”. (As if I haven’t tried already, and as if she didn’t use her very mental illness as an excuse to abuse me). My therapist basically told me that sometimes, being the Disney villain in some people’s stories means you’re doing something right, because their vision of what’s right and what’s wrong (especially when it comes to daughters and women in general) is designed to hurt you, to make you put your family before yourself. That it’s never wrong to put yourself and your needs first, and that kids don’t owe their parents anything just because the parents brought them into this world--that was the parents’ choice, not the kid’s, and therefore it’s the parents’ responsibility to care for their kid, whoever that kid turns out to be; and not the kid’s responsibility to be the model child that the parents had in mind or to care for them.

Your parents belittling you for things you have little to no control over and accusing you of being responsible for their future deaths, for not knowing things that haven’t been explained to you, for not living up to their expectations without even giving you a chance to try, and for not “working for them as hard as they would in your place”, are all red flags of emotional abuse. Accusing you of things you don’t do and constantly drilling into your mind that they “know” you’re a horrible person who doesn’t want to learn or change is a red flag too, and probably an excuse to take the guilt off their shoulders for not taking the time to guide you in life and to explain anything to you before accusing you of not knowing it already. “It’s too late” puts the blame on you, but what it actually means is probably something along the lines of “It’s easier to scream at you than to put realistic expectations on you and then help you achieve them while respecting your boundaries and allowing you to make mistakes, but I don’t want to feel guilty about it, so let’s pretend you’re a lost cause, yeah?”

I used to go to a private school too, and my mother repeatedly told me that was the reason she struggled economically and that I had ruined her life. It wasn’t until I talked about it in therapy that I realised that I never had a choice in what school I went to. Same as I never had a choice in anything my mother decided for me. So how could I be to blame for the consequences of those decisions? And how can you? If they buy you certain clothes, then they have no right to criticise how you look in them. If they chose to put you in a private school, then the money spent is on them, not you. You shouldn’t have to “prove” you’re worth their decisions for you or their basic care for you--they chose to give you that unconditionally the moment they decided to have you in the first place, and if they refuse to give it or threaten to take it away, it’s becuase they’re neglectful and/or abusive, not because something intrinsic about you justifies it. You’re not a bad kid; you’re just a normal kid with very bad parents. And I’m really sorry that you have to put up with them. You deserve better 😔

I’m here if you need to vent again in the future, nonnie. Sending a virtual hug ❤

[uneryx]

Renee Gets Salty About Dark Magic

This post got long, and got away from me, so I’ll tl;dr it

1. dark magic is a metaphor for consumption and materialism and is ultimately bad because it harms others unnecessarily and is not a sustainable resource

2. the elves were dicks for banishing humans but (especially if humans sucked all the magic out of the land themselves) they were kind of justified, even if it was an extreme measure

3. Eating meat is not the same as dark magic if you’re looking at things from an animistic point of view, which the elves likely do

4. it’s okay to like problematic characters and you don’t have to portray Ezran as a monstrous enfant terrible to feel okay about thinking Viren is justified in what he does.  In fact, pretty please stop doing this, everyone in all fandoms. It’s fine if you don’t like the protags but that doesn’t mean you get to say Ezran or Rayla or whoever is EVIL. It’s called Ron the Death Eater and it’s a fandom trope that has pissed me off for going on fifteen years. Deliberately misreading the text isn’t cute. Stop doing it.

5. The show isn’t over, be patient, you’ll probably get to see some comeuppance for stuff anyway. And if you don’t, there’s always fanfiction. 

6. For the love of baby adoraburrs please tag posts that go in the vein of “the writing is bad because Viren is portrayed as a classic villain/elves good humans bad/the protags aren’t held accountalbe” with “TDP CRITICAL” I would greatly appreciate it because I’m getting super annoyed with posts that deliberately misrepresent canon to uphold a favored side and it’s affecting my enjoyment of the show. Now! Actual long and discourse-heavy post under the cut!

 Ugh I don’t want to start a big ol’ argument with people because I’m still on vacation and don’t want to spend the rest of today arguing about cartoons on the internet, but this has been on the kettle for a while and I feel QUITE STRONGLY about some of these things, so just... let me express my views here and don’t come for me because I’m about to talk about religion and sociology. 

Dark Magic is a metaphor for unchecked consumption and capitalism.  1. The theory i’m seeing floating around that got my dander up is that the elves and dragons drained the western half of the continent of magic to keep magic away from humans. I think that, based on what we’ve learned from canon, this is highly unlikely and would be weaker writing than what I think actually happened. Instead, Dark magic was going on for a good solid 800 years (Rise of Elarion is 2000 years before canon) before Sol Regem faced off with Viard (1200 years before canon). The division of Xadia was another 200 years after that. Humans had a solid honking millennium of unchecked dark magic. It is quite likely that the reason the west is entirely devoid of magic, and that humans were banished there, is because they sucked all the magic out of that half themselves. Poor innocent baby humans nothing. They got a taste of power and progress and, like real world humans, let that get WAY out of control.

2. “But Lujanne eats bugs, she’s a hypocrite for saying Claudia can’t squish bugs for pancakes” I want you to go down to your local new-age/witchy bookstore and find yourself an animist that eats meat. You are going to get glared at SO HARD if you whip out the “you think animals have souls but you eat meat!” chestnut. Because here’s the thing.

Eating meat/animal products is an act of life, necessary to sustain the life of someone else. We don’t vilify wolves for eating deer. You gotta eat to live your life, and the human (or, we can assume, bipedal humanoid) diet includes a need for complex protein chains, quite often found in animal meat. 

But the reason that we find cannibalism repulsive in western society is because it’s eating another human, despite the fact that humans are made of meat. It’s eating something that we consider sentient, dignified and possessed of a soul. Of course, the taboo also derives from the fact that you can contract prion disease from consuming human meat, but people in 11th century Normandy didn’t know that.  It is quite likely, especially given what we’ve seen of magical creatures and Ezran’s ability to talk to animals, that elves view non-human/elf creatures as sentient and possessed of a soul. If that’s the case, then OF COURSE they would see dark magic as horrific.

But eating meat is not on the same level because, as we see from the assassins, death is a part of life, and sometimes necessary. I imagine that hunting and taking a creature’s life for food is an act that is done with respect. The creatures are honored or thanked before they’re eaten or turned into leather. Highly ritualized to dignify that creature’s life.  Dark magic doesn’t do that. Dark magic sucks the whole life out, without so much of a how do you do.  It’s treating a person like a thing. It’s sucking all the life and essence out of someone so you can shoot fireballs or make fluffy pancakes. Lets be real - you don’t need to do either of those things, so the creature thus died in vain. 3. “The elves are selfish bastards for hogging all the magic.” I agree. Granted, their attitudes may have cooled in the ensuing centuries. It’s a new dawn, the era of Zubeia. We might see elves getting over their uppity selves and working to help teach humans magic. We might also see the show explore that kind of prejudice as Callum learns more magic. In fact, I hope we do. However, two wrongs dont make a right.  If Japan bombs the absolute fuckshit out of Hawaii, that does not make it okay to flash-fry Nagasaki with a weapon that blights the land and its people for years and years afterward.

To the elves (who are magical creatures and therefore totally usable as spell components), that’s what dark magic is. Suddenly, haha oh fuck, the humans have a fucking NUKE that every elf and dragon in Xadia is vulnerable to.  If a weapon was devised that ONLY a certain portion of the population was affected by, you better bet your sweet bippy that people would panic and make it forbidden and illegal, and severely punish the people who created it. ESPECIALLY if those people were already marginalized. Sucks, don’t it? Doesn’t mean the writing is bad for portraying people having a realistic reaction to something that is harmful to them. The elves aren’t justified in hogging the magic, and I hope future chapters will explore that. But the elves ARE a liiiiiittle bit justified in freaking out. I hold they could’ve come up with a better solution than BANISH HUMANS, but they didn’t. Makes for interesting story conflict, doesn’t it? 4. “Humans NEED dark magic!” / “Calling dark magic a shortcut is dumb” Did they tho? Did they really? Really really? We, modern day humans, don’t NEED smart phones (which rely on several rare earth minerals and are causing untold ecological disaster in areas where they’re miend). We, modern day humans, don’t NEED coal power (which is controlled by coal companies, who keep telling us that we totally do, despite many scientists saying that renewable energy is ready to go whenever). We don’t NEED blackberries from Mexico year-round, or a whole hell of a lot of the things we have come to rely on and consider part of our every day lives. All of these things are unnecessary and shortcuts to progress.

The only - ONLY! - good, necessary thing we’ve seen in canon that dark magic was required for was using the magma titan’s heart for saving people from famine.

A lot of the complaints about sustainable energy and efforts to heal the planet as climate change become increasingly a crisis stem from the fact that doing things RIGHT, in a way that is sustainable and doesn’t strip every last resource out of our home, is that it takes time. It takes SO MUCH TIME to do things properly. Yeah, we can keep going with our coal and our gas-guzzler cars and our fracking and our rare-earth metals... but we ARE going to run out. And then what?  Dark magic is the same principle. Eventually, you’re going to run out of resources. 

5. Where I think the show is going My main beef with those (and there’s a lot of ya, so I’m not intending to single anyone out) who say that the writing is lazy for dark magic bad elfs good is that the show is not over. Wonderstorm is doing their damndest to give us the saga. And they’ve said, out right, that there WILL be books, if nothing else.

You can’t judge a story’s merits when it’s only been half told. Right now, what the show has done is it has shown us the worst and best of the elves (for example, Khessa’s purity test vs Rayla refusing to kill Ez so she doesn’t perpetuate a cycle of violence) and the worst and best of the humans (ex: Viren forcibly turning thousands of people into monsters against their will vs Viren risking his life in order to save thousands of people from famine). The show has done well to demonstrate that there is good and bad in everyone, and it’s the choices you make and the respect you show others’ autonomy that makes you a good or bad person. The dominoes are in place. The saga has only begun. Being mad that Ezran burned an army (that he likely knew from Soren was invulnerable to fire) or that Aanya shot Kasef in the face (when Opeli would have told her that Kasef conspired behind Ezran’s back to usurp the throne, which is AN ACT OF WAR btw) means you aren’t looking at the big picture. There WILL be consequences for those actions in later seasons, mark my words.

I’m sorry if you’re a Viren or Claudia stan, but they have made choices that hurt other people, and it is in no way shape or form Ezran or Callum or Rayla or ANYONE ELSE’S fault that they made the choices they did. Instead of being mad at the show for not portraying your fav as an innocent victim, be glad that you got such a wonderfully complex set of villains who, quite likely, will get a bomb-ass redemption arc. In fact, I’ll bet you anything that Viren’s walk back from the edge has already begun. The dude fucking DIED, and he’s not going to be eager to get in there and get all grabby with the power any time soon. 

That’s what good writing IS - conflict. Tension. People making morally questionable choices. We like it because every day people are hypocrites and morally questionable. You, and I, and everyone we know. Nobody’s perfect and getting cranky and painting the protagonists with the broad villain brush so you can feel good about liking a problematic fave is... some peak tumblr bullshit, tbh.  It’s okay to like characters who aren’t perfect. How fucking boring fiction would be if everyone was perfect.

Now if I can ask my mutuals to please tag their criticisms of the show that go in the vein of “the writing is bad because dark magic is portrayed so negatively/they don’t hold the protags accountable/elves good humans bad” with “TDP critical” I would greatly appreciate it. It’s getting to the degree where things are becoming very not fun and making me cranky.  Thank you, Renee out. 

[feebledetective]

☀☀☀☀☀☀☀☀- SoaringPilot-and-LittleWing

|| Flowers Are Nice || No longer Accepting ! ||

[ Oh wORM OKAY THAT’S A LOT BUT!! I’ll do my best to try to keep this as short as I can if I have to, and we’ll start with you, Icy! ]

@soaringpilot-and-littlewing

[ Icyy, you’re as cool as ice!

My pal, my dude- I love you! I honestly think your OC’s are amazing, especially with the backstory you told me through our DM’s. I didn’t think Shoichi’s backstory could be so. Angsty but- I honestly appreciate him more now that I know more about his backstory. Tomoyo too! I like how she gets along with people like Tanaka and Komaeda, possibly even Seiji in an AU of somesort but she’s p cute!!

I have seen a bit of your art and I wanna say it’s cute! It’s old-school, and nostalgic to me, which is really neato! Keep up the great work okay! I enjoy chatting with you whenever I get the energy and time to, you’re really nice and fun to chat with. The antics the siblings can go through with Shuichi is always a nice thing to talk about! You’re a great person, and you deserve a lot of good things to happen to you!

I want to thank you for understanding my situation when I wasn’t feeling too well about a ship. I appreciate that you listened to me and you were really considerate of it, not a lot of people actually do that and I honestly admire that of you.

I know your situation isn’t going well, but I hope for the best, I’m proud you made it this far and don’t give up okay! I’m here for you and I’ll do my best to support you if needed. Thanks for being part of my life, Icy! ]

@subserviiient​

[ MCDONALD’S SNAKE- FOUND THIS ONE IN MY HAPPY MEAL!

Snake, I know we haven’t done a lot just yet, but you’ve?? Been so kind to me?? Listen you’re!! Really easy to approach, and you’re really funny honestly ! I’d love to get to know you more because you really do seem like a nice and fun pal! A grimace stan too!

I can never ever stop my McDonalds joke with you and I’m really sorry in advance if it gets old- I can stop if you want kjHNMK

I may not know a lot about Ensemble Stars, but I really like your portrayal of her. Let her mom Shuichi because he needs a mom…Whether it’s in his normal verse of Idol AU- I love the things you write about her too and she does make me laugh from time to time!

Honestly, you make me laugh, I’m so glad that we got to talk at some point and I’d love to get to know you more! So far you made me combust from the sweet things you said and I’ll die one day. 

Keep up the great work and thanks for everything, Snake! We got Grimace to thank for our friendship~ ] 

@pressmyluck​

[ Okay, I know you’re likely not going to see this now but I hope one day you’ll see this. I know your situation right now is probably not good, especially since I haven’t heard from you in a while but I am hoping you’re safe and okay because you really do deserve it!

You’re a sweet angel, you’ve supported me throughout the summer and so forth, and you made me learn a few things about myself? Honestly, I think my summer would have been a bit boring without you. I know I met lots of people but you!! You made it fun for me! We made lots of memes together, we supported each other, we talked about Seiji and Ko and just- Fun stuff! I love you!!

Your writing is amazing, this goes for all of your muses. Whether it’s Ko, Hinata, Yoosung…It’s clear that you care for them a lot! I want you to remember that roleplaying is a hobby, if people don’t like your portrayal, they’re a lost for cause. Don’t push yourself a lot, you’re good okay!!

I swear to God if I could I would have given you the biggest hug because you deserve it! Please don’t be hard on yourself for not talking to me, I promise you’re good!! I fully understand your situation and I don’t want to drain you. 

Thank you so much for everything, you precious cinnamon roll, I really hope things are going to be okay on your end and I can’t wait to hear from you again! Take care and stay safe~ ]

@rollingsnowsmasher​

[ Who is this cinnamon roll. 

Becky, please have a seat. You’re?? So nice?? Excuse mE- But for real, you have really helped my mood at some point and seeing your art is really cute. I love it! They really inspire me to try to draw, even if they’re just sketches! I may not know a whole lot of your muse’s fandom but I…I love the child…SHU-BRO IS NICE A AA,,,

Also, I know we only just started talking about this but. Do you wanna know the lvl of excitement I felt when I found out you like/know of one of my special interests- lISTEN YOU AND I ARE GONNA HAVE LOTS OF SILENT HILL TALKS OKAY…I GOT SO HAPPY WHEN I FOUND OUT YOU ALSO ROLEPLAY AS HEATHER!! A AAA YOU ARE A BLESSING TO THIS EARTH- You also know of LISA the Painful I think and I’m just. Combustion. You are a veteran if you played that game, you have my utmost respects- 

You’re such a sweetheart though, for real, you are so nice and I don’t know how or what I did to have someone like you come to my life?? lISTEN I MELTED WHEN YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO HUG ME,,,,SWEETHEART,,,, I’ll send you lots of hugs okay!! 

Beck, you’re wonderful and you are loved plus a huge blessing in planet earth, I don’t want you to ever forget that. It’s a huge pleasure to have you in my life and I’d love to get to know you more and do more with you! ]

@fvkasc​

[ hello new phone, who’s this stinku?

kJHBNSJ I KID I KID BUT- FUKASHAY!! FUKASHE!! I LOVE YOOU, YA MOOF!! This is where I don’t know if I should be serious or be fooling around but I’ll be doing both for the sake of this meme child. 

I LOVE WRITING WITH YOU….IT’S NICE….Honestly I can’t wait to write with you again and you’re getting me midly motivated to try out Hatsune Miku/Calne Ca but I’m too much of a wuss to make a blog for them so they’re exclusively private but ah. 

You’re such a sweetheart though, you made me laugh numerous times and all of the jokes we have together are honestly wild and I LOVE….. You’re a great pal, and I’m really happy to have you around! Love you so much, you egg! ]

@omghoshii​

[ Hey hey, you you, wanna ship 10 boxes at my home-

Bepsi, Bepis, Bep- You’re great! Like, holy hell I feel bad for being dead silent again because I genuinely appreciate your support and your kindness, and I want to apologize about that first. Secondly, have I ever told you that I love your Ryoma? 

It’s nice to finally find someone who also loves and appreciates Ryoma…He’S A GOOD BOI AND DESERVES SO MUCH!! Seeing him happy/feeling okay in our threads are so nice and sweet like you don’t even know how many times I smiled whenever I see him having a nice time!! He deserves a lot!! I can hear his voice in my head when readin the dialogs and you’re doing an excellent job roleplaying him. I love reading your stuff and your writing is- :insert okay hand emoji: :insert 100 emoji:

As mentioned above, I love your support and kindness. I enjoyed chatting with you and I stated this 1000000 times now but I love your hUMOR KAJSHD– I also love your art too!! It’s really cute and unique!! Would love to do more with you and I hope you’re having a proper sleeping schedule. Because I swear sometimes you would sleep when it’s 1-3PM or 11PM I– I think once I saw you went to bed at 10AM??? I COULD BE WRONG THO DON’T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT BUT- SLEEP……

I love ya, dude! ]  

@liersymphcny​​

[ Ichiii you’re gR8-! 

We don’t have lots of threads going on and we haven’t spoke a whole lot as of recently but you’re great and I appreciate you! I love the dedication you put with your muses like- god damn that’s a lot of them how do you manage man– They’re all really good, and don’t think for a moment that your portrayal isn’t good because it iS!! IT IS AND THAT’S WHY I WANNA ROLEPLAY WITH YOU!

Your edits are also rEAL gud!! I love seeing them so keep up the excellent work okay!! You’re a really sweet and fun friend too, I enjoy chatting with you and I hope you’re doing well, hang in there, pal! It’s real nice having you around and thank you so much for everything, Ich! ]

@its-all-in-the-cards​​

[ scree lENA!! MY CHILD!! 

We haven’t done a lot yet, but listen, your interpretation of Celeste and Junko are spot-on!! I love how well you write them, and sorry in advance that we don’t have lots of threads going on-?? I’d love to have our muses interact more even if I’m clueless when it comes to ideas but it’s always nice to see you!! 

Talking to you is also really nice, you’re thoughtful, you’re caring and you’re just a lovely person okay!! I saw your cosplays and I LOVE….15/10 LISTEN I- YOU’RE DOING A FASCINATING JOB KEEP IT UP OKAY!! 

I appreciate you, Lena! Thank you so much for the nice things you say and take care! It’s Love On Lena! ]

[fandomsfeelsandfanfics]

Helping Hand/// Hermione Granger x Reader

REQUEST(S): Hey! I have a request! Could you do a reader x Hermione(Whoever tho)where the reader is really smart & loves learning but misses a lot of school because of mental health issues & doesn't reach her standards for herself & Hermione uses her smarts to get the reader into a special catch up course &they go out to celebrate in Hogsmeade & confessions & fluff happen! Also I love you and your fics! Thanks! I struggle with anxiety & ADHD & am being screened for depression so this would mean a lot. <3 <3 (@loveisloveandmorepeopleneedit)

WORD COUNT: 2,889 (I got soooooooooo carried away)

WARNING(S): nothing but the cutest fluffiest fluff ever (there’s a bit of angst too)

A/N: i have so many things to say but i don’t want to overload this author’s note. for one, this is a fantastic request and i was very glad to get it, it’s an amazing idea. also i just want to say that i know it may not mean much from a random internet person but i’m incredibly proud of you, telling others you think you have depression is very hard and getting screened is an incredible step in the right direction. you’re doing an amazing thing and I hope everything goes well and you get better. i also really hope this helps, i wrote it literally as soon as i could. if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask.

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   You expected to spend most of the day alone, which is what happened for the most part. Up until the end of the day. The door opened and light from the common room flooded in. You expected one of your roommates so you just tried to cover yourself with the blanket as much as physically possible.

   “(Y/N)?” You recognized her voice almost immediately. 

   “Hermione?” You sat up in the bed and stared at her. She was standing in the doorway, staring at you. You suddenly became aware of the fact that you probably looked like a mess. You sighed quietly. “What are you doing here?”

   “I...you weren’t at class today or yesterday. I was wondering if you were alright.” She took a step into the room and shut the door, making the room slightly darker than it had been. 

   “I’m fine, I just don’t feel well.” She walked over to the bed, placing her hands on the footboard. 

   “You’ve missed lots of school lately.” She awkwardly stared around like she was avoiding what she really wanted to say. Finally, her eyes landed on you. “Are you a werewolf?” Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

   “What?” You laughed slightly. “No, no, not at all.” She walked around the corner of the bed and sat on the edge, facing you. 

   “What is it then? You can tell me.” She placed her hand on top of your leg and    you paused, staring at it. 

   “It’s nothing.” You looked back at her and she didn’t look like she believed you at all. You could tell in her tone she was worried but didn’t want to press the matter. You considered not telling her at all but something was telling you to just do it. You looked back down at her hand and then started talking. 

   “It’s just...sometimes it’s so hard to get out of bed in the morning. Sometimes I reason with myself, I tell myself ‘you have to get up’ or ‘you can do it’ but lately I just haven’t had the energy. I love school, well, I love learning but everything about it has been draining me. The pressure, the work, the teachers, it’s all just too much. So I just stay here and hope the next day will be easier.” 

   You slowly looked back up at her. You thought she might look at you with pity or something like that but all you could see in her eyes was a sense of understanding. And there was also something else. Something you thought you’d seen before but couldn’t quite place.

   “Oh...I see,” she finally responded. “Have you been eating?” You shook your head. She frowned. “That’s horrible. Promise me you’ll be there at dinner.” 

   “Hermione...” She held up her hand to you, her pinkie was the only finger up. 

   “Promise,” she said sternly. You looked at her pinkie then back at her smiling face. You looped your pinkie around hers and her smile widened.

   “Promise.” She stood from the bed and made her way to the door. 

   “I’ll see you later, get some rest.” She smiled before leaving and closing the door behind her. You fell back onto your bed, staring straight up at the ceiling. You had never really talked to anyone about how they felt, you had never known how people would react.

   Hermione hadn’t acted how you expected. She always managed to surprise you. You felt your smile growing as you stared up into the grey ceiling.

   When you walked into the Great Hall, you were immediately overwhelmed. All the people and their loud voices blended together. It was almost too much. You were about to turn around but you stopped yourself. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Alright, you thought. I can do this.

   You hadn't come this far to turn back. You clenched your fists and tried to keep your breathing as normal as you could as you tried to find Hermione. When you realized she wasn’t there yet a part of you wanted to go. 

   You continued down the row of benches, sitting at the end of the table closest to the door. You waited for her and in that room time seemed to stretch. You began to eat even though you weren’t even that hungry. By the time, you were almost finished Hermione finally showed up. 

   She had a smile on her face as she sat across from her. This was definitely suspicious. “What’s up,” you asked cautiously. 

   “I have a surprise for you.” Oh Merlin, what was she up to. 

   “Okay...what is it?” 

   “After we talked I started thinking about your situation and how much you love learning but don’t love the way school makes you feel and I figured there must be something that can be done. So I went to Professor McGonagall and she said she was completely willing to do it and she’s going to convince the rest of your teachers as well.” It didn’t sound like a horrible idea so far but you still weren’t sure. 

   “How does it work?”

   “You come to class as many days as you can, she hopes you’ll be there most days but she understands that may not happen and on days you can’t your work will be given to you by me and I’ll help you finish it so you don’t get too overwhelmed.” You sat there, trying to figure out if there was some way this could possibly go horribly wrong but you couldn’t find one. 

   “This actually sounds...perfect. Thank you so much.” You stood from your seat and reached across the table to hug her. She did the same and wrapped her arms around you. You hugged her as tightly as you could despite the slightly awkward position. She didn’t seem to mind, she didn’t move at all. When you finally pulled away, you realized she was smiling. 

   “I think I better go, I’m super tired but I’ll see you soon.” 

   “I hope so. Bye.” She waved at you as you walked to the exit. I spark of hope ignited somewhere deep inside you.

   You slept well that night and when you got up in the morning you actually felt like going to class. You smiled as you got ready, there was something about it that made you so excited. Maybe it was the fact that you were going to see Hermione.

   When you did finally see Hermione, she looked just as happy to see you. She sat next to you in all the classes you had together, occasionally looking up to make sure you were alright. She always looked away quickly before she thought you’d notice but she was never quick enough. 

   As your last class ended, Hermione waited for you to get your stuff. She followed you out of the classroom and down the hall. “So how was your day?” 

   “Shouldn’t you know? You were there practically the entire time.” She looked down at her feet quickly, her cheeks turning red.

   “I know, I just...sorry.” 

   “It’s fine. I know you’re just worried so it’s fine. I had a great day, it’s been the best day I’ve had in a while.” She smiled triumphantly. 

   “That’s wonderful, I hope tomorrow is even better.” 

   “Me too,” you replied, returning her smile. 

   The next day wasn’t better. It wasn’t drastically worse but it just wasn’t better. You hadn’t been as excited as you were the day before but it didn’t really take a struggle to get out of bed. You tried to be positive for her but it was just different.

   Then the next day was worse and the day after that was worse than that one. It took a while but eventually you had your first day since you’d started where you needed to stay in your room. You found yourself occasionally wondering how Hermione was doing, whether or not she was disappointed but you tried not to let yourself dwell on that too much. 

   Towards the end of the day, Hermione showed up at your dorm. When you heard the knock on your door you knew it was her. You sat up in bed, not bothering to fix your hair. 

   “Come in.” The doorknob turned and Hermione stood in the small crack in the door. She walked over to you silently. When she sat down on the bed and placed her hand on your leg, you had the same reaction you’d had the day before. You quickly averted your eyes from her hand. 

   “Hey,” she said quietly. You looked up at her slowly. 

   “Hey.” 

   “I’ve got all of your class stuff but I won’t give it to you just now, I don’t want to make you feel worse. I thought maybe we could go for a walk or something. Then we can come back here and study for the test tomorrow.” 

   You groaned. “Merlin, I forgot about the test.” You squeezed your eyes shut. How were you gonna manage that?

   You felt Hermione wrap her hand around yours and you opened your eyes. She had one of the most comforting smiles you’d ever seen. “It will be alright.” Your eyes stayed connected and so did your hands. 

   You could feel your breathing slow down. All you could do was sit there and wonder what she was going to do next but you had the sneaking suspicion that she was waiting on you. But neither of you moved. 

   Finally, Hermione cleared her throat. “Well, I better go. Meet me out front, for that walk.” She gave you one last smile before placing your hand back in your lap. She got up from the bed.

   When the door closed, you just sat there, thinking. Thinking about her. You’d had your doubts but whenever you saw her you weren’t even slightly worried. There was just something about Hermione. You smiled and began to shake your head slightly.

   The air was cold but you knew it would’ve been much worse if you weren’t wearing a cardigan. You tried to wrap yourself up even more but there wasn’t much more you could do. You walked together in silence. Hermione kept sneaking glances when she thought you weren’t paying attention and you hated to admit it but you were doing the same. 

   “I missed you today,” Hermione blurted out. You turned towards her. She was staring straight ahead, her face bright red. You almost giggled at how nervous she was but managed to contain it.

   “Well, now I’m right here so...”

   “Are you gonna be there tomorrow?” You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion.

   “I don’t know, Hermione. You know I can’t exactly plan these things.” She looked over at you. 

   “Well, I know that but I was just wondering, with the test and everything. It really seems like you’ve been doing better.” 

   “Sometimes it gets better and sometimes it gets worse, Hermione. It’s not that simple.” 

   “I know that, but I really think that if we keep trying-” 

   “Hermione,” you interrupted her. Her mouth closed instantly. “You’re saying you get it, yet you’re acting like you don’t at all. There isn’t a we, it’s me, I’m the one with the problem. I saw it in your eyes the first day we were talking about it. I didn’t know what it was it first but now I know cause I see it every time we’re together. It’s like your trying to find the solution to a problem. You can’t fix me.” 

   She looked stunned. She even looked a little hurt. You couldn’t take looking at her, when it was your fault she was upset. You began to walk back to the castle. You could feel your eyes filling with tears.

   “I don’t want to fix you,” she yelled after you. You stopped. “I like you the way you are, I like you so much. That’s why I want you to be happy. And I’m not trying to find a solution, it’s just that....” She took a deep breath. “I’m always trying to think of the right thing to say when I’m around you. You just make me so nervous.” 

   You slowly turned around to look at her. She looked like she was about to cry which just about broke your heart. Before you could stop yourself you were racing towards her. The impact made her stumble back a few steps but she wrapped her arms around you nevertheless. She pulled you against her tightly, shoving her head into the crook of your neck. You could tell she was crying now too.

   She ran her hand up and down your back in a soothing manner. “I just wanna help. I wanna be there for you.” 

   “Sorry,” you mumbled. 

   You did end up going to class the next day. Hermione helped you study and there was just something about spending time with her that made you feel slightly better. You hope that feeling persisted into the morning and thankfully it did.

   You took the test and were pretty confident to begin with but when you finished you weren’t sure. You went about the rest of your day as calmly as possible and tried not to think about it. You managed that pretty well and now an entire two days had passed. 

   Even though it was the weekend you found yourself waking up very early. You thought you might surprise Hermione by being at breakfast but when you arrived she wasn’t even there. You sat down anyways and ate a bit while you waited. 

   Finally, she came running through the doors, just as you were about to bite down on a piece of bacon. As soon as she reached you, she pulled you into a hug. You were caught off guard so it took you a moment to hug her back.

   “Woah, are you okay?” She pulled away.

   “I’m great, so so great.” She began to speak very quickly and you couldn't even understand her. 

   “Hermione, Hermione, calm down. Try again. Slowly.” She took a deep breath before trying again.

   “Okay what I was basically trying to say was that I had to beg McGonagall but she gave me your test to give to you and you did so well, so so well. You did better than me actually and I’m just so proud of you, I ran all the way here. I knew you could do it. Come on, I wanna take you to Hogsmeade for butterbeer to celebrate. Come on.” She pulled you up from the bench, which you did reluctantly.

   You wanted to tell her to wait and calm down but you were just as excited as she was. She raced towards Hogsmeade, talking just as quickly as before about how proud she was of you. You could see the sincerity her eyes.

   She walked back over to the table, trying her hardest to keep every last drop of the butterbeer in the cup. She sat the cups down on a table with a smile. You grabbed one and immediately began to drink. 

   Now that all of the excitement had calmed down, you found yourself actually kinda nervous. That seemed to be how you felt around her lately. You weren’t quite sure what to make of that but it always made you feel uneasy. When she smiled at you it sent shockwaves throughout your body.

   “(Y/N)?” 

   “Hmm?” You suddenly realized you’d been staring. You looked back down at your cup, taking another huge drink. “I...um....I just wanted to say thank you for all the help...and for the butterbeer.” She smiled and said that it was no problem but before she could get that out you were already back to your absent-minded staring at her.

  “Hey!” You came back to reality when she said that. “You keep drifting off, are you feeling alright? We can head back.” 

   “No, no, I feel fine. I just...well, nothing. Keep talking.” She smiled at you again but quickly bit down on her lip and looked down at the table. Was she nervous too?

   Within a few moments she looked back up at you. “Hey, do you know what I was thinking?” 

   “What?” 

   “This has been super fun, like the whole getting a butterbeer thing. We should do it more often.” You felt yourself light up inside. She actually wanted to hang out with you. 

   “Well, then I guess I’ve got a hell of a lot more tests to pass.” She laughed nervously. 

   “Yeah, yeah, sure, but we could like also just start going for fun even when you don’t pass tests. Just like hanging out but not like friends.” Your eyebrows came together in confusion. “I mean yes I want to be your friend! But I also don’t. No! I just mean, I want to be friends but I don’t want to be just friends.” Your eyes widened. 

   “Ohh.” Your lips spread into a smile. “Your asking me on a date.” 

   “Yes! Yeah.” She nodded enthusiastically. “That’s what I-” She began laughing and you couldn’t help but do so as well. “I haven’t done this before and I practiced but I just couldn’t seem to get it just right and then I asked Harry and Ron but as if they’d even know and I just-” She took a deep breath. “Do you want to go on a date with me?” You reached for her hand, gripping it tightly. 

   “Absolutely.”

[imagine-wannaone]

Park Jihoon Roommate Au

So this is kinda hella short because it’s gunna be a hella busy two weeks from now but here we go.

• You and Jihoon had met in secondary school, yanno where two friendship groups meld together? • You’d been a little shy at the beginning but so had Jihoon, so as the groups quietest members you’d ended up together quite a lot and just kinda bonded with your silence, • In fact, you two got so close that you could just chat about anything and became closer to Jihoon than to your original friendship group! Ngl tho you where like a match made in heaven tbh, • Like, you floated around together, you didn’t need much else as words were enough to keep your friendship afloat, and when the awkward situations rolled in, • And oh boy did they, like when you’re both too shy to tell someone they have your order wrong, so you pretend it’s what you wanted, • You experienced them together, • And you were also on the same page with a lot of things, and academically you were on the same level as well, so you always spent your Sundays together doing homework, • Because friendship apparently grows stronger when you’re suffering™ • So when you both finish school you have your existential crisis together which is kinda sweet, • But then you enjoy the summer and do so much together like omg can you not breath without each other?? • Literally spent a whole week straight within a 10 ft distance to each other and that’s when you realise you could probs be roommates? • If you can spend so much time together and still get along like a house on fire, surely you can live together, • (I mean you pretty much have been for the last few years Anyway but), • So when Jihoon gets his university place close to where you have your apprenticeship, everything falls into place for you and you find a flat, • Which brings the crushing realisation that you are now an aDuLt, • Omg another round of panicking, • You’re set in your little cosy flat, content with your current life, •You both have different schedules but still seem to be able to eat with each other most nights and you always have Monday Game Nights©, • Where games of mario cart speed into the night and you become slightly scared of Jihoon, his pure passion for the game has you shook, • Lmao one of your neighbour’s had to come and check you weren’t getting murdered one night, • You had to assure them the only murder that was happening was Jihoon on the console, • And Jihoon makes more friends at uni, of course, he may be quiet but he still attracts people with his kind, funny ways and handsome face, • and they sometimes comes to game night, • And you’re happy because although he has a lot of work that sometimes stresses him out, • (you bring him cookies and hot drinks to help him through because?? You’re just the best I guess), • Jihoon seems genuinely happy and you’re glad because he deserves it, he’s always supplied you with happiness so you’re glad to see he’s got some back, • But then you start to wonder, • Were you holding him back when you were around? • Is he happier because he’s not with you? Because he’s free? • You know it’s probably not the case but you can’t help the thoughts in the back of your mind, • Because just when you start feeling like that, Jihoon notices right away, • Because he knows you too well ngl, • So then he’ll invite you to go to lunch, or you’ll go out for the weekend together, or he’ll microwave dinner for the night, • And he honestly is just the best friend, and you can honestly say you’re glad he has lots of friends, because he always makes sure you know you’re the favourite, • And he can always make you laugh, and smile, because he’s Jihoon, • The first person you got black out drunk with, the first person you lived with, the first person you really truly felt a connection with, • The person that held so many of your firsts, • That’s until he starts to act far away and vague, no longer doing his fair share of the chores, missing a lot of dinners, and sometimes skipping out on Mondays, • And when he is around, he seems less cheerful, • And it REALLY upsets you, • Not only does it seem Jihoon is almost forgetting you, he doesn’t even seem happy anymore, which is the most painful bit, • And one day Jihoon is sat on your sofa, the same as he had been for the last 4 hours, • “Are you going to do the washing up today?” • You nudge, as the washing was his chore, something he hadn’t done in a long time, and all of the stuff needing washing was his stuff, • “I can’t today Y/N, could you do it for me?” • He grunts, jumping into some jeans in a hurry, • “Jihoon, you haven’t been able to for the last, what, week?” • You can tell your tone is sharper, probably more harsh than you meant to, but it genuinely hurt your feelings, the way he was acting, • Jihoon pauses, as if thinking the statement over before signing loudly, • “It’s not that big of a chore, surely you can just do it, I have so much work to do,” • You don’t point out the pile of work on his desk hasnt been touched for a while, or the fact that he’s been out constantly recently, • “I’ve been doing it for a while, as well as your dusting, and your washing, and your cleaning. I have a job as well, you know,” • You sigh, leaning against his door frame, the negative feelings slowly spilling from your mouth, • “It’s not like I asked you, yanno. And it’s not like your work is that hard,” • The words are harsh as he makes his way out of the flat, leaving you with quiet tears trailing down your face and a chest that felt like it was being totally compressed, unusable, • Because through the years, the two of you have never argued, always finding ways to talk whatever small problems faced you out, • And the way Jihoon is acting is not how you know him, and it feel like you’ve been kicked, • And the week rolls by with the two of you acting as if you don’t know each other, • You want to talk to him desperately, but he seems totally indifferent, • But one night Jihoon doesn’t come back at his regular time, • And panic sets in, Jihoon is always back by 12AM latest, but it’s 01:30 and he’s not here and you haven’t heard of anything from him and this is not how you want to feel, • You’re pacing back and forth, the edge of tears, • You’ve been in tears too much lately, • Having texted all of his friends, to which you’d been given varied responses as to where he was, • When the door slowly pushes open, and a wave of anger flows through you when Jihoon’s figure slides into the flat, • “Where have you been? I was so worried, do you know how much I want to kill you right now?! Because I feel like a mother but I didn’t know where you were, and I felt so lost and-” • You cut short when Jihoon’s soft eyes meet yours, you notice his pale skin, and bruised cheek, knuckles painted with little cuts, the way he holds himself reflecting a blue mood, an apprehensive look in his eyes, • Everything drains out of you to see Jihoon such a way, you rush foreward and grab his hand, examining his knuckles, his cheeks before dragging him into a hug, one you’ve needed all week, • His arms come around you as well, holding you tight like they always did after you’d comforted him, his warmth the familiarity you’ve been craving for a while, • You give him a stern look before gently dragging him towards the sofa and getting the first aid kit, • Always prepared, • “What did you do?” • I mean it’s pretty obvious he’d been in a small fight, but it was so against Jihoon’s nature that your curiosity was driving you mad, • “I’m stupid, y/n, ’m sorry” • You knew it probably wasn’t the right thing to do, but you forgave him right then and there, the look he sent you melting your heart and you knew Jihoon always had a place in your chest, • Not that you were going to tell him this, • “I know, and so you should be, but I need an explanation,” • You douse a cotton bud with alcohol and start to clean his knuckles, much to his displeasure, • “Look, there was this guy who was talking about how the girl I lived with was dragging me down and how she, you, are boring, so I hit him,” • You sigh, putting a plaster over Jihoon’s knuckles, •"Jihoon, you’re an idiot,“ • You let the simple phrase and the look in your eyes portray your feelings, because you know Jihoon can read you, • You let him feel your anger, for doing something so stupid over something so simple, • About your disappointment over his actions, • How you’re glad you have him back, • “I know, and I’m sorry for being a dick. I let my coursework stress me out and I took it out on you,” • You’re not exactly pleased with the excuse he uses, but you let it slide (this time) as you stare into his sorry eyes, weighted by a sadness you feel the need to eradicate, • Because sadness was a dark feeling of loneliness everyone could relate to, • So you wrap him in a hug and kiss his forehead, • It takes you a week and a half to be back into your normal routine, • But then you’re rolling on the sofa yelling at each other about which mario cart course to play on again, • You’re microwaving food together, • Figuring out bills and adult life, • Taking each other for piggy back rides and pretending (or are you o_O) to be a couple to get discounts on couple nights at restaurants, • Talking about simple problems to make sure they don’t build up, • And sometimes Jihoon seems to drift off again, because school is stressful okay, • But all he needs is for you to bring him something to eat and a quick distraction to make sure he doesn’t fall down a nasty hole again, • It’s like 3AM and he’s literally in a coursework forte and u bring him a Bop It© and he’s like what the hell but plays anyway,

• Moral of the story- • Because of what broke you you’re way stronger than before and it’s hella cute,

(Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted them to be platonic or romantic so I tried to leave it open to interpretation?)

[nukefamily]

THAT DELETED SCENE THO

 let's just talk about it for a sec. 

First of all, I'm still hella salty it got deleted like all the other Barisi scenes.

Ms Drake’s Appearance

I love the looks Sonny and Rafael get on their faces when Ms Drake appeared. (Excuse some shitty screenshots cause I took most on my phone lmao.)

They were both simultaneously going "Oh God. Here we go..." Because they both realize that what she’s doing. Approaching them to talk... and this is considered inappropriate in this sense. She shouldn’t be approaching them to talk as Barba is fighting against her son as he was suspected of raping her at this point. Even despite this though, they both stop and turn around, giving her the chance to speak instead of shooing her away like most would.

Now, we all know that Sonny really could've up and continued walking to give Rafael and Ms Drake a chance to speak one on one, but with the mix of both his good conscience, wanting to support a friend and colleague in this situation, and the fact that Ms Drake said she wanted to “look Barba and Carisi in the eye,” and “ask why they’re ruining her sons life,” he felt the pull to stay. To be a support system for Barba but also see if he could weigh in on the conversation. Not to mention he wanted to know what Ms Drake wanted to say simply because he’s a good person to begin with. Not to mention the look he gave when he was first addressed. It was a concerned but interested look... with a tinge of “don't mess with either of us.”

Barba’s Apology

“I’m sorry for what you’re going through.” Now, yes, that is the normal procedural line we hear all the time on this show and in real life from both cops and lawyers alike, simply because it’s typical protocol for them not to show too much sympathy and saying this is the safe way to go about it. It tends to sound robotic but I think that was Raúl’s intentions with delivering this line. And when Ms Drake said they should drop the charges, it sounded as if she still half-believed Barba’s words despite the ‘cold’ voice he used. I appreciated it when Sonny did step in saying that they couldn’t and I love the fact that Peter used a soft, saddened voice. With this, we know that Sonny wishes they could, but considering the circumstances, considering the fact that Andrew is suspected of raping Mandy, they can’t drop the charges as Andrew needs to have some sort of punishment instead of walking free and Mandy never getting justice for what was done to her.

Now, what I like most about Barba saying that he was open to a plea was the facial expression he gave before he turned his head. 

Maybe this was a poor screenshot but anyway. The expression to me looks like he wants to be done talking because he knows exactly where the conversation is going but he continues anyway, giving her another choice. While the expression is still rather soft while holding a cold-ish stare. I find Raúl to be very good at giving these kinds of expressions. Anyway. Continuing on.

Ms Drake’s Slam

“Must feel really good standing there in your expensive suit having all the power. Moving people around like chess pieces.”

Okay. Here we go. This sentence, you can just tell by the look on Barba’s face right after she says this, he knew that she was going to say something, but this was... well, not completely what he was expecting. We know that he doesn't like feeling high and mighty before he said “No. Doesn’t feel good at all.” Because we’ve seen him in court getting emotional. Examples: (x) (x) (x) there’s probably plenty more but you get the point. This being said/shown, if someone out there was too blind to see the pain behind this man’s mask since season 14 (2012), aka 5 years, even with it showing through on multiple occasions, THERE YOU GO. There’s the pain. 

Continuing on with that, cases definitely get to Barba, especially ones involving children (or in this case young teens) despite him not being a fan of children (which is evident with the way he held Noah that one episode, which I still find hilarious because same), it's still hard for him because children are innocent. They haven’t lived life long enough to experience the pain they’ve gone through.

When Ms Drake leaves, her expression is... well actually, I don’t know what it is. It looks like she believes him but doesn’t believe him at the same time? I don’t know if there’s a word for that or not. But perhaps this expression is because she doesn’t understand the weight Rafael constantly has on his shoulders because of the fact that she isn’t an ADA. She never had to take on the huge load of work that he has to. She’s never had to break families apart. She’s never had to deal with losing a case and making his client feel betrayed. It’s just something she’s never had to deal with so she isn’t sure if he’s telling the truth or not.

Then Sonny steps forward with a, still disappointed look, but also a small bit relieved. But maybe I’m just shit at reading facial expressions idk.

That Question

“Do you still wanna be a lawyer?”

This. Line. It’s like it’s constantly on Barba’s mind and honestly, I don’t blame him for having on his mind. Going back to 17x23, he brought it up after he identified Felipe Heredio. It’s like once he realised the dangers of being an ADA could happen to him, despite being friends with cops, he wanted Carisi to realise that being an ADA wasn’t all he probably thought. It wasn’t all fun court stuff. There was an actual risk of being one and he doesn’t seem to want Carsi to be in danger despite him being a Police Detective.. and he’s been in tough situations (so far).

Having a rough start when he joined SVU as the others thought he was blunt and insensitive despite his skills. It took a while, but he did eventually get respect and friendship from his colleagues.

He also has a tough time keeping his emotions in check like the time he nearly broke the dentist’s hand because he raped his own niece. 

Sonny responds with the fact he’s been thinking about it but when Barba says there’s an opening in Manhatten, Carisi goes on to decline said offer because he wants to stay a cop to protect and serve. Especially after Dodds’ death. 

Now, jumping back to the deleted scene, when Carisi was asked again, fdjkgf okay wait. So, because Barba asked, I’m automatically assuming that they talked about Sonny wanting to be a lawyer because we know characters interact off camera. It’s common knowledge at this point. So when Carisi says “Not today,” I’m thinking he told Barba he wanted to try again but there have been no openings recently which is.. understandable and maybe the new ADA, who’s coming in God knows when, took the spot in Manhattan between 17x23 and 19x04. Now, we won’t know this for sure until he comes into the show but aNYWAY.

Sonny’s Response

Because Sonny said “Not today,” I can only assume he realises the challenges involved in being a lawyer. Not that he hasn’t before but it’s suddenly coming back to him. Maybe he’s realising that it is a good thing to simply be a cop with a lawyer mindset as he can give another viewpoint when Barba isn’t there. But let’s just talk about the facial expression he gives. He’s also glad he doesn’t have to go through what Barba does, no matter how selfish that might sound on his part.

Like, you can see the concern in his face (and his voice but that’s beside the point-no it’s not but I’m not focusing on that because it’s audible. shh). I feel like this is because he honestly feels bad for Barba having to deal with this crap day in and day out. He knows it’s taking a toll on him and he feels bad, but there’s not much he can do but provide distractions for him every so often.

The Look™

I feel like this was geared towards Sonny's response. While we know Rafael is proud of Sonny, there's something else there. He wants Sonny to become a lawyer, but at the same time, does he want Sonny to be a lawyer? He's been a lawyer for a long time, since before season 14. I can't remember if they've ever said how long he's been one. He knows Sonny has been through a lot. Obviously, we know that too. I mean, hell, here are some things I didn’t mention above.

He was nearly shot in the head at gunpoint in 18x07 by Sgt. Tom Cole, a rape suspect. That had to of taken a toll on his mental state for a while, if not permanently. Thank you to Olivia for saving him btw.

When he was doing his best to hold onto the man’s hand in 19x02 (i forget his name pls forgive) but the glove slips off the man's hand and he ultimately plummets to his death and Sonny is very shaken up about it. 

And I mean, there are probably other things I forgot to write down but yeah. Barba knows that despite all that, something in Sonny wouldn’t be able to handle the hard passings of being a lawyer/ADA. And honestly, I feel that way too. With his good conscience, I feel like he wouldn't be able to work properly if he got a client who was the suspect of a crime. Not to mention, Barba probably realises Carsis sees court as “cool” and “awesome” and he’s “awestruck” by it. But once he gets to be a lawyer, he’ll realise it’s not all he thought it out to be. He doesn’t realise how hard being a lawyer is yet and Barba is probably trying to shield him from that fact for a while until Carisi is like “lol fuk u im doing it” and he doesn’t want to see the Detective’s dreams go down the drain. But I don’t think Barba realises that Carisi realises that being a lawyer isn’t all he thought it was gonna be due to the fact that he was always so giddy and excited when he was taking night classes.

Walking Away

Now, at the end when Barba is following after Carisi, I began thinking. 

Barba is walking after Sonny faster than normal

They must be going somewhere together

Where this somewhere is, who knows. My shipper brain really wants to take over and write a bunch of fantasies but I’m being realistic here in this thought thing so I’m not gonna do that. All I’m gonna say is maybe they’re going to get drinks or something. K? K.

Overall I’m still salty they cut this.

[sadrien]

wanna chat? pt.21

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yo whats up. before we start, a few things:

yes, adrien and nino’s kiss was before dark cupidyes, adrien knows that him and marinette kissed during dark cupid. marinette told him in ch15even if it wasn’t i doubt adrien would count dark cupid as his first kiss, seeing that he doesn’t remember it

now that thats done, warning for discussions of like...murder in this chapter? they dont actually kill anyone but theyre just like...casually discussing how you would kill someone with x or y. its mostly just ridiculous but there are a few parts that could be considered kind of gross so, tread carefully if needed. (conversation creds to @agrestenoir​, @breeeliss​, @reyxa​ and a few cameos from @chassecroise​ because i basically stole that wild ride of a conversation we were on)

enjoy?

11:24

nino: im pretty sure chat noir was just flirting with me

ladybugfan2020: get it boy would u break up with me for chat?

nino: … yeah probably

ladybugfan2020: cool same

nino: im glad were on the same page

23:57

mari: Im gonna go murder myself in a bowl of whipped cream. Bye

nino: how

ladybugfan2020: are u gonna drown in whipped cream because that would be the best death tbh

nino: i dont think its murder if you kill yourself

ladybugfan2020: i would get a sibling to do it

mari: Bad news alya

ladybugfan2020: or like……………….a hitman hire a hitman to kill you with a bowl of whipped cream

nino: yo since youre dead you dont have to pay them

mari: I dont think thats how that works

adrien: What did I just walk into??

nino: YO HITMAN HIT ME UP WITH SOME MORE WHIPPED CREAM

ladybugfan2020: how would u kno how it works mari?

mari: Hey adrien Just murdering myself with a bowl of whipped cream

adrien: Not possible

ladybugfan2020: um??? says who

adrien: Prove to me you can die by whipped cream Draw me a diagram

nino: if i had to choose a topping to die by id choose hot fudge probably

mari: Ooo

adrien: If you got a tub of whipped cream And like Just hit a person with it With like…the tub That might Kill you I guess?

nino: bruh

ladybugfan2020: but wouldnt u rather choke on whipped cream

adrien: That’s harder? Like you’d have to get it into their mouth

mari: If anyone says anything about kinks I will leave this groupcaht and terminate all friendships

nino: fucking chri st

alya: IM

adrien: Wait wait Ignore mari and her gutter mind

mari: HEY

adrien: Tell me How to kill a person with whipped cream

nino: why? you got someone you want dead? there are easier ways my dude

adrien: Indulge me

ladybugfan2020: k heres the plan u knock them out with the tub of whipped cream theyr not dead but theyr momentarily unconscious then u stuff a bunch of whipped cream in their mouth and up their nose and when they regain consciousness they choke on the whipped cream and die

adrien: Ok Ok so You take the can And beat them over the head Until unconscious

ladybugfan2020: yes

adrien: BUT You fill their nostrils

nino: apparently

adrien: With whipped cream And their mouths

ladybugfan2020: uh huh

adrien: Let it dry Until they slowly

ladybufan2020: dry??????????

adrien: Just suffocate

nino: no no put them in a freezer let the cream freeze

mari: This is not where I was expecting this conversation to go Wait what????

ladybug2020: no u wait until they regain consciousness does whipped cream dry @mari do u have whipped cream we can test stuff with

mari: Why go through all this trouble when you can just snap someones necK?

nino: put them in th e freezer so the whipped cream freezes and retains its shape

ladybugfan2020: because death by whipped cream is the best way to go

nino: itd be like shoving a throat shaped mold down their throat and they cant breath e around it and they die

ladybugfan2020: y would u do that

adrien: No man

mari: What the fukc

adrien: You’d have to like

nino: ok look you cant breathe around a block of cream in your mouth and nostrils eventually youll pass out from lack of oxygen

ladybugfan2020: ye thats teh point of putting whipped cream in their mouths

mari: But then is it death by whipped cream or just suffocation

adrien: No that’s my point

nino: so freezing it would work the best

adrien: …. Wait

ladybugfan2020: the WHIPPED CREAM is doing the suffocation

adrien: It IS death Wait No

ladybugfan2020: so it IS death by whipped cream

adrien: It’s death by whipped cream The whipped cream Caused it …. Hm

nino: yes

ladybugfan2020: ok but y does that working best matter either way

mari: Mmmm now Im thinking about death by chocolate

ladybugfan2020: they die and its death by whipped cream

adrien: Death by chocolate is more complicated

nino: if you take melted chocolate and insert it into your veins

adrien: You can’t beat someone with a Hershey’s bar

ladybug2020: putting them in the freezer would just be extra @ the freezing the whipped cream

nino: you can poison yourself

adrien: I don’t know I think chocolate is too thick for that

ladybugfan2020: about the beating what about this giant ass ones u can buy online for lots of money i dont have adrien might have to provide the murder weapon for this one

mari: I meant death by chocolate cakes adn stuff but ok Good job team

adrien: Oh

nino: the meter and a half chocolate bar al?

adrien: Just buy like… 10000 chocolate cakes

ladybugfan2020: hell yeah nino

nino: i mean… you can shove cake up their nose?  

adrien: Get a pick up truck

mari: Where the actual fuck is this going

adrien: And then just All at once

ladybug2020: nah nah you could do it the same way as the whipped cream

adrien: Drop the cakes on the person All at once

nino: run them over

adrien: Until they die NO That’s not death by chocolate cake That’s death by getting hit with a truck

mari: Alya whatare you even talkling about

ladybufan2020: u put the cake in their mouth after u knock them cold

adrien: Alya what the hell

nino: put cake over their eyes

adrien: Stop knocking them out!

mari: Why is cake on eyes????

nino: so they can pay the boat man and cross the river styx

mari: Youre spending too much time with Adrien

nino: or just throw them in the freezer

mari: Can we not just eat dessert?????

ladybugfan2020: do u kno how hard it is to put a body in a freezer

nino: not that hard

mari: How the fuck do you know??????

nino: alyas little sisters locked me in a freezer once when i brought them to her moms work it sucked man

ladybug2020: boy that was a body sized freezer

adrien: It’ll be like that scene in Tangled

mari: jfc

ladybugfan2020: u gotta have the strength to lift like,,, a pERSON

adrien: Where Rapunzel tries to put Flynn in the dresser

mari: All my friends are serial killers

ladybufan2020: thats hard bruh

nino: not if you put your back into it fireman carry

adrien: Ok question What do you do AFTER you put it in the freezer? At least if you chop a body up

nino: whoa there sweeney todd

adrien: You just drain the blood

ladybugfan2020: too messy

adrien: Fill a bag with spices Put the parts in And just throw it out

nino: just roast it though???? dude, embrace the sweeney

ladybugfan2020: no but thats not death by whatever sweet you wanna kill them with thats just killing them

nino: like if i throw it in a fire, itll smell like shit, but you can pass it off as burning trash or something

adrien: Where would you even do that? That’s so conspicuous

nino: first of all sweeney todd did it in londo n second like...farmland?

adrien: Yeah Sweeney Todd isn’t real though

ladybug2020: ah yes the farmland in paris

nino: well drive out to the farm with the body

adrien: Who are you going to blame it on when they find a burned body???

nino: theres no one around its farmland theres like 2 people they wont find a burned body

adrien: The suspect list can fit on a post it note Do you know how they identify burned bodies? We’ve watched detective shows together, right? I didn’t hallucinate that???

mari: Didnt this start with me saying I was gonna murder myself in a bowl of whipped cream

adrien: Dental records Nino

nino: just do it at a vacant farm dude

adrien: You’d have to like Pull the teeth out THEN brun them Messy but the job gets done

mari: I needed to know like -2 things I learned tonight This morngn

nino: messy???? YOU CHOPPED THEM UP

mari: This conversation is over 10 minutes long and thats about 9 minutes too long

adrien: And honestly? If you’re going through this? Just dissolve the flesh

ladybugfan2020: gross

nino: ohhh acid bath

adrien: Well you decided to murder someone Al It’s going to be gross

ladybugfan2020: where do u get acid tho cause thats a lot of acid

adrien: I’m sure you could find it somewhere

mari: Ok Im ending this conversation befor esomeone googles something they regret

ladybugfan2020: call up lb and cn we now have a solid plan for defeatin g hawk moth just beat him up with whipped cream

mari: Im going to bed I hate all of you

nino: night dude dont let the bedbugs bite

ladybugfan2020: or the murderers

mari: Fuck off

 2:46

adrien: I’ve been watching so many cop shows I could probably get away with murder

ladybugfan2020: HOW to get away with murder lmao im hilariou s

nino: yo consider this going the fuck to sleep

adrien: One more episode

nino: im gonna show up at your house and force you to go to bed

adrien: What are you going to do cuddle me to sleep?

nino: yes

ladybugfan2020: hi get a room

adrien: </3

 4:19

mari has renamed this conversation to “fuck you all”.

mari: I dreamed about murder and literally had blood all over me I hat e you peopl e

 6:48

nino: nice carrie style

 7:02

adrien has renamed this conversation to “out damned spot”.

 7:14

ladybufan2020: what a nerd