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The Invisible Strings that Bind Us - Chapter Seven

We have a bunch of cute interactions between y/n and the boys this chapter, so buckle up my lovelies! Prepare for the fluffy moments!

a/n: I am writing this while I am almost 3k words in, and I haven't even finished off one bullet point of my outline for this chapter, this is gonna be a long one haha

a/n 2: 4.4k words in now, still have a bunch more to go, strap in everyone, this is a looong ride

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word count: 5.5k

warnings: Fluff, anxiety and worries from y/n, petnames galore, I think that's it honestly

Y/n was the first of the three to wake up, finding that she was trapped between the two men, two of her soulmates, she reminded herself. Their arms were wrapped tightly around her, and she slowly tried to worm her way out of their hold. It took her a few tries before she was successful, getting the two men to hold each other instead of holding her. As she softly stepped out of bed, she was unaware that one of them had woken up, eyes opening up to see that the woman in between them had disappeared.

She slipped out of the dancer’s room, as a pair of eyes watched her do so, before focusing back on his sleeping soulmate, deciding to let her wander as there was no danger in doing so. They didn’t have to be awake for another couple of hours, since it was only a studio day, which usually meant that it would be a longer day, but not as strenuous on their body. It also meant that it would only really be themselves and a couple staff members in the studio with them, so they wouldn’t have to worry about any of their managers showing up.

Y/n softly walked out into the living room, finding no one out there, and so she quietly sat down on the couch, pulling out her phone and scrolling tumblr, because yes, she’s a tumblr girlie. She got absorbed into her phone, not noticing how much time had passed until someone’s head found a spot in her lap. She flinched, not expecting it, and looked past her phone to find Felix’s face looking up at her, contentedness reflected in his eyes as he gazed up at her.

“Good morning.” She spoke softly, smiling down at him.

“Good morning, baby.” He replied to her, smiling back at her, hand moving to squeeze her thigh.

His action made her whine, before she realized what she did and slapped a hand over her mouth, as if it would make the sounds stop coming out of her mouth. He chuckled looking up at her, his eyes darkening after hearing the sound caused by his actions.

“You okay there cutie?” He teased her.

“I-I’m fine.” She said, trying to reassure herself more than him, a blush clear as day on her face.

“Are you sure about that?” He questioned.

Y/n moved to hide her face in her hands, unable to look at the freckled man anymore. Felix chuckled, but backed off, this wasn’t the time or place to tease his newest soulmate. Though he was glad to see how easily flustered she got, it’s adorable really.

Their alone time is interrupted by Seungmin creeping out into the main area, a grin on his face at finding the two of them.

“Oh? Did I interrupt something?” He said, with a teasing lilt in his voice.

Y/n groaned, continuing to hide her face from both men.

“Seungmin, please go away.” She told the younger man.

“Hmmm, nope.” He replied, smirking.

She sunk into the couch more, wanting to disappear at that moment. Thankfully Jeongin’s appearance in the living room diverted Seungmin’s attention away from her, saving her from his reign of terror.

Felix looked up at her, a bit of concern shining in his eyes. “Did either of us go too far? I’m sorry if we did, I’ll make sure we don’t cross any more lines.” He said.

“It’s okay Felix, neither of you went too far. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” She answered him.

He nodded, moving to sit up on the couch, moving her legs so he could sit, before pulling them back over his lap. He pulled out his own phone, starting to scroll TikTok by the sounds coming from his device. She went back to her Tumblr scrolling, the two of them happy to coexist in silence.

Meanwhile, the two youngest had stopped conversing, looking over at two of their soulmates, smiling at how comfortably y/n was getting around them. Jeongin snapped a photo of the two, that he planned to send later, once they weren’t the only ones awake. They took a seat at the table, softly conversing about their own upcoming schedules and about things they were looking forward to doing.

This peace lasted for another 45 minutes, before Han came stumbling out into the main area, a more composed Minho following behind. Han moved to collapse on top of the two laying on the couch, groans being heard from their smallest soulmate.

“Han, you’re heavy. Get off of us.” Felix complained, a groan in agreement coming from y/n.

“Yah! I want to cuddle with my soulmates and all I get is complaints? Rude.” Han retorted.

“There’s ways to cuddle your soulmates, without crushing them.” Maura managed to get out, being crushed by the silver haired rapper.

“I see how it is.” Han pouted, getting off of them and the couch.

“Han, I like being cuddled, but not when it involves getting crushed beneath under person.” Y/n told him.

“Crushing is part of the fun.” The rapper whined.

“Babe, it’s really not.” She said, sighing but secretly giggling at how cute his whining was.

Han eeped at the pet name, not expecting it, turning around so his reaction couldn’t be seen. Minho chuckled at Han, thinking it was cute how much of an effect their newest soulmate had on him already.

“We have a recording day today, in the studio.” Minho reminds everyone, but mostly it was for y/n’s benefit, so that she knew of the plans for today.

“Recording day? Are you recording a new album?” Y/n asked the lead dancer.

“We’re recording S-Class today. The title track for the upcoming comeback.” Han chimed in. He was excited to get in the studio, it was always fun on recording days, if not a tiny bit stressful.

“What Han said.” Minho answered her.

“Ohhh, that’s cool!” She said, excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, and you’re coming with us today.” Felix informed her, the boys having talked about it last night while she slept.

“Oh? Is that okay?” She asked, unsure after the previous day’s activities.

“The staff doesn’t get an opinion on if it’s okay or not. We want you there, so you’re gonna be there with us.” Chan said, to the surprise of everyone as they didn’t hear the leader come in.

Felix moved her legs off of his lap so he could get up, and he bounced over to Chan, hugging the older Australian, who hugged him back right away.

“Good morning Lix. Did you sleep well?” He asked, looking down at the man in his arms.

“I did!” He said as he smiled.

“Well, we have about 45 minutes before we have to leave, in order to get to the company in time.” He reminded everyone.

This made everyone jump into action, including y/n, though there wasn’t much for her to do. Chan came over to sit next to her, having been ready prior to coming over.

“So you know that you’re going to be there with us today, and you can tell me right now if you’d rather be here instead. But I, and the others, would really like you to be there, to see more of what we do. We all want you to be a part of our lives, and we want to be a part of yours, if you’ll let us.” He said, looking her in the eyes, his sincerity clearly seen in his expression.

She looked at him with wonder and love in her eyes. Sure, she had loved Chan and the rest of Stray Kids prior to all of this, what Stay didn’t? But she was falling in love with him, and the rest of the boys, her boys, her soulmates. She wanted to go to work or school, and then come back home to them, to spend the rest of her life with them. She just wanted to be with them, no matter the circumstances.

“I’d love to go with you all, but you’re sure I won’t get in the way?” She asked the Aussie.

“There’s no way you could get in the way, and honestly, I think all of the boys would focus better with you there. They have to impress you somehow, yeah?” He said, chuckling to himself.

“I don’t think I need to be impressed, but sure.” She said, giggling.

“They think differently, but you have to go get ready.” He told her, before calling out, “Felix! Babygirl’s gonna need to borrow more of your clothes for the day!”

A muffled response from the other Aussie was heard, before Chan pulled her off of the couch and towards Felix’s bedroom.

“You good for her to come in, mate?” He asked, and received a yes from behind the door.

Chan opened the door, pushing y/n inside, telling her he’d see her soon, before leaving her alone in the room with Felix for the second day in a row.

She barely had time to process everything, brain still trying to deal with Chris calling her babygirl, and that she’d get to see the boys in their element today as well.

“Okay, sunshine, I have two outfit options for you.” Felix said as he emerged from his closet, an outfit in each hand. One was more casual than the other, and that’s the option she picked, not knowing exactly how long they’d be at the company.

Felix left her to change, and she quickly did so, not knowing how much time they had left. He returned when she had finished changing, whistling at her when he saw her in his clothes.

“You really do suit my clothing, don’t you?” He said, a grin plastered on his face. “I’ll have to get a couple pieces for you, or you can continue to steal mine, I don’t mind either way sunshine.” He said.

Y/n blushed, she was still not used to all the petnames, nor wearing other’s clothes. She nodded, not finding the words to answer Felix, who just chuckled at her, finding her increasingly cuter by the hour.

“Come on, if you’re done, then we should head out to the living room.” He told her, reaching out for her hand and leading her back into the main area of the dorm.

They were the last two to arrive, and all eyes were on them, well really just her. They were of one mind, only thinking about how cute she looked in Felix’s clothes. They would have to give her some of their own, so that she didn’t only have to wear the freckled man’s clothing. That wasn’t jealousy speaking, definitely not, they denied, but really, that’s all it was. They didn’t want only Felix to dress her up, they wanted that chance too.

We’re all ready to leave?” Chan addressed them all.

“I think y/nnie just needs to get some stuff, right?” Minho spoke up, knowing that she hadn’t had time to gather anything she wanted to bring.

“Go on and get what you need then, okay?” Chan smiled at her, and she went down the hall to Minho’s room to grab the few things she had.

Minho followed behind her, almost treating her as a tinier version of Han or Felix, which in his mind, she really was. He leaned against his door frame, watching her gather what she wanted to take, chuckling when she turned around and jumped at seeing him.

“Yah, you scared me!” She said as she pouted and glared at the older man.

“I didn’t mean to.” He said, still slightly chuckling at her.

She huffed, pushing past him and walking down the hall, though he quickly caught up to her. He grabbed her hand, taking the lead and pulling her to the entryway, seeing as everyone else had already headed down to the vans. He pulled out both pairs of their shoes, and once they both were ready to leave, he opened the door for her and they both quickly made their way downstairs and out of the building, where y/n was pulled into the maknae line’s van, as Lino was pulled into the other van by Changbin.

The journey between their building and JYP was short, which meant there wasn’t much time for the boys to cause chaos. The boys mostly chatted about how they were excited to show her the studio properly this time, but also that they’d be recording the song in a larger studio so that they all, plus a couple staff members, could be there comfortably. Han was simultaneously excited for and dreading the recording session. He was anxious about y/n seeing their work for the first time, and hoped that she’d like it.

Plus, she’d have to sign an NDA before they could do anything. Han knew that their fearless leader had been on the phone for hours about it, and had made sure that the contract covered only what was needed. He’d be going with y/n to sign the NDA regardless, to make sure their staff hadn’t switched it out last minute.

The maknae van had arrived after the hyung line’s van, so Chan was there waiting for them as the van pulled up to the company. Y/n got out first, and Chan reached out to grab her, as the rest of the boys got out of the van as well, letting them go ahead into the building, while the two of them strolled behind.

“Before you can go into the studio with us, you have to sign an NDA about our work and the group.” He informed her, to which she needed.

“That makes sense, and I assume you’re my guide to go sign it?” She asked him, tilting her head up at the man.

“Yes, but I’ll also be there to make sure that it only covers what I told them it should cover.” He said, not trusting the staff after yesterday’s incident.

“Oh, okay.” She said, not sure what else to say.

He quickly ushered her to the elevator, wanting to get her in to sign it, so they could head to the studio. Their journey upstairs was quick, for which Chan thanked the universe, and they entered the office where she was to sign the NDA. When a member of the staff and one of the legal team passed over the NDA, Chan quickly took a look through it, making sure it was the same one he negotiated with them last night. It was, to his relief, and he leaned close to his soulmate, whispering to her that she could sign it, but to read through it herself before she did so.

Y/n took his advice, reading through the entire contract, asking Chan or the legal team member for clarification on certain parts. In the end, she understood what it was saying, and she signed where she was required to, and then Chan wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her out of the room and towards the practice room.

She let him lead, she wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew Chan wouldn’t take her anywhere but the studio. They went down a floor, heading down a long hallway before Chan opened the door to the studio, the others calling out to greet the last two they were waiting on.

“You made it! Welcome to where magic happens!” Changbin welcomed y/n into the room, and roused a round of giggles from the younger boys.

“That sounded dirty, Binnie-hyung.” Felix told the older man, in between his laughs.

The rapper blushed, before playfully tackling the boy on the couch, Hyunjin getting involved as well, as a casualty.

“Okay, enough playing around, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Chan interrupted, not wanting the boys to get too off track before they even started recording.

“You can go sit over there with Jinnie and Lix, okay?” He told her, pointing over at the two boys.

She nodded, heading over to them, as they made space in between themselves for her to slot into. She did, squirming around a bit until she was comfy. Han was up first, and her birthday twin popped himself into the recording booth, getting set up in there while Binnie and Chan got the tracks and guides all ready to go.

Felix and Hyunjin roped her into a conversation about fashion, though she didn’t have much to add to it. Though they were frequently interrupted by Han’s shouts at Changbin for his comments. The amount of times certain lines were repeated by her birthday twin, got some of them stuck in her own head, and by the end, she was mouthing along to his parts.

The best part for y/n, was seeing how in the zone Changbin and Chan got when it came to recording and getting the best possible results for their song. It really amazed her, even if she’s seen videos of their recordings, nothing could beat seeing it with her own eyes. It was amazing, really, they were so talented, her soulmates had so much talent. It made her fall even harder, seeing just how hard they worked to perfect things for their fans, for people who were like her.

Soon enough, Han had finished recording, and Hyunjin was called up, but not before he grabbed her hand and laid a kiss on the back of it, causing y/n to blush hard, tipping her head down so her blush was hidden from view. Hyunjin laughed gently, remarking that she was cute. He finally let go, heading into the recording booth, warming up once he was in there. She looked up at the sound of his voice, always in awe of how pretty it was.

“You’re both so cute, my soulmates are so pretty and cute.” Felix said as he rested his head on her shoulder. She tried to keep herself relaxed, but she wasn’t used to this much touching after going so long without it. But fuck she loved it, and at some point during the next little bit, they end up tangled up in each other, and both of them are smiling and content.

Hyunjin had to repeat his lines in the chorus so many times that y/n caught onto it and started softly singing it, as Felix listened to both of their voices. He didn’t realize y/n could sing, though they hadn’t known her long nor was there ever a chance that allowed for her to sing, but he wanted a song from her, just so he could listen to it over and over again. It was almost a need, but he didn’t voice any of this, not wanting her to get embarrassed and stop singing.

‘Hannie, come here.’ He texted his almost twin.

‘Whyyy?’ He got back.

‘Sunshine’s singing, and it’s beautiful.’ He replied.

That got the man moving, though he tried to be casual and just wanted to come over and spend time with y/n and Felix. He sat down in the spot Hyunjin had occupied, and due to that, their soulmate stopped singing temporarily. Felix slightly pouted in disappointment, but hoped that she might start up again, once Han’s presence next to her became normal, and she focused back in on the singing coming from the booth.

To the disappointment of Felix once again, he was called up next to record after Hyunjinnie. He groaned and moaned as he got up, as Han shifted y/n’s weight onto himself and Hyunjin gleefully took Felix’s place next to their tiny soulmate. However, the freckled man also knew that he could take the time to impress his soulmate while he was recording his lines. It was a shame that he might not get to hear her if she sang along.

And sang along she did, Hyunjin and Hannie being in awe of her voice. She hadn’t trained like any of them, so there were things that could be improved upon, but that was really if she was actively pursuing being a singer, which they didn’t think she was. But her natural voice was so so pretty, and it honestly would fit well into their songs, in some way or another. Han wanted her voice in their tracks in some manner, now that he’s heard it, he needs more of it. He was greedy, and now that she was here and she was his,well theirs, he wanted to have all of her. His thoughts started to descend downwards, thinking about how her voice would sound in other ways. However the burst of laughter coming from the others snapped him out of it. He looked to see that Felix’s voice had cracked in the middle of him singing, and it started a round of laughter in the studio.

Y/n giggled quietly, just enjoying the chaotic vibes of the boys around her, and watched as they went through the process of recording the song. It sounded much different than Case 143, but to be fully honest, it was still them and she enjoyed the song. Though, it was different hearing the song in separate parts as each member recorded their lines, instead of a whole song from start to finish. Her favorite part so far might have been the part that Felix recorded first, which seemed to be the pre-chorus.

Minho and Innie’s sessions finished without much fanfare, both determined to get it done, though she, as did the boys, laughed when Bin and Chan fought over how Minho should end the second chorus. She secretly agreed with Chan’s opinion, but she feared the wrath of Changbin, so kept her mouth shut.

Once it got to Seungmin’s turn, most of the boys were kinda bored, but that’s not because the second youngest was boring, not at all. It was because they were stuck here until everyone had recorded, as per Chan’s orders, but no one seemed to know what the leader wanted. So everyone stayed, besides watching the others mess up, or hearing their voices crack mid-line never got old. She found herself laughing along with the others, not at all feeling like this was her first time in the studio with them. She couldn’t get over how she felt so at home with all of them. Like she had known them since she was young, it felt like meeting old friends after years apart and just continuing where you left off.

Changbin’s part was very entertaining, though it was hard to keep him focused on just his lines, and not have him sing the others lines as well. Y/n was laughing so hard the entire time, that her stomach was hurting, and Hyunjin and Han kept supplying her with other times he’s been like this, keeping her laughter going. It seemed that her laughter made the others perk up even more, despite everyone being ready to leave the studio to do other things.

“And now it’s my turn, Han, Bin, come take your seats please.” Chan announced as he headed into the booth as the last one who needed to record.

The other two-thirds of 3racha settle into the chairs at the desk, pulling up what they needed for Chan’s parts of the song. The leader was nothing if not efficient, quickly acing his lines and the two others only offering slight changes to improve it. She was in awe as she watched him sing, she wished he had larger parts in their title tracks because his voice was amazing and she’d never get sick of it. When he finished, finally satisfied with his work, she was saddened, not wanting him to stop, but maybe she’d get Binnie or Han to give her audio copies of his lines so she could listen to them on repeat.

Since the recording had finished, the few staff members that had sat in on the session, packed up and left, leaving just the nine of them in the room. The silence in the room almost became deafening, before Hyunjin piped up from next to y/n.

“It seems like we’re a group that can sing. Our littlest soulmate has a very pretty voice, Felix and Han can confirm.” He said, smiling widely.

Hyunjin’s words caused the girl to look down, she had been so much in her own world that she hadn’t realized she was singing out loud. She was a bit flustered and scared of their judgment now, having sung in front of people whose livelihood is singing professionally, despite the fact that Hyunjin had complimented her voice.

“Her voice really is pretty, and it honestly fits well with parts of the song.” Han complimented her further. Felix hummed in agreement.

“Do you wanna hop into the booth and give it a try?” Chan asked, looking at her.

“I’m more worried that I’d embarrass myself if I did that.” She replied.

“Can’t embarrass yourself. Just try, for us?” Minho encouraged her.

She nodded quietly, Han and Changbin pulling her into the booth, and helping set it up for her, pointing out everything she needed to know. She kept fidgeting with her hair, and Felix popped in quickly to tie it back for her, so it was out of the way.

“There you go, sunshine. You’ll do great, I promise.” He told her, before leaving her by herself in the booth.

She put the headphones on her head, taking a deep breath in to try and quiet her anxieties.

She heard Chan’s voice come through the speakers, “Okay, so you have the lyrics sheet in front of you there, and if you can find Felix’s lines from the first pre-chorus, that’s where I wanted to start you off.”

She nodded, finding it and telling him that she was as ready as she could be. She hadn’t known how to warm up her voice or anything, and she wasn’t going to attempt it with all of them there. But she knew that they knew that she wasn’t on their level, and they just wanted to hear her sing, no pressure at all. Hearing the music start and Chan counted her in, she picked up singing where she was meant to, singing the younger Aussie’s lines.

She didn’t have the courage to look anywhere but at the paper with the lyrics on it, and once she finished her lines, she closed her eyes, worried about what the boys would think. Singing under her breath was different than singing there in the booth, in front of her idol soulmates.

Suddenly, the studio was filled with applause from the boys, as Chan played back what she had recorded for her to listen to. He blush grew as the boys continued cheering and as she listened to her voice. Wow, she didn’t think she could sound that good, especially singing a line meant for Felix. His lines were always iconic, and she didn’t think she could match up to his level, but she still had trouble believing the voice she was hearing was hers.

“Wow, babygirl, you’re fucking amazing. We might be able to make a singer out of you yet. But only if that’s what you actually wanted. No pressure at all.” Chan complimented her, and she looked through the glass at him, where she could see a smile on his face.

“Do you wanna sing some more, or are you finished?” Changbin asked, stuttering slightly at the end of his sentence.

“I think I’m done, this was enough of an adventure today.” She told them, ready to be done already.

Seungmin and Jeongin wished she had wanted to sing more, the vocalracha pairing wanting to hear more of her voice. Her range seemed to be somewhere between all of theirs, but that made her more of a perfect match, she just seemed to fit in with them in every way possible. They quietly discussed this with each other, both of them determined to get her to sing with them some time, maybe take her out to karaoke, and just let her fool around and they can all just enjoy singing when it’s not a work thing.

All of the boys really just wanted time by themselves with her, but they knew right now it wasn’t as feasible, not with their increasingly busy schedule, and how it wouldn’t be long until they were flying out for concerts again, in between the last legs of their world tour. Plus, y/n needed to head home and pack up her life. Which meant a round of goodbyes when she had to go, which none of them wanted to dwell on at the moment.

When y/n walked back into the studio, she was bombarded with a Channie hug from the man himself, swaying the two of them back and forth, until he was yelled at by his members for hogging her.

“Yah!! Let us have a turn with our soulmate too!” Changbin yelled, jokingly throwing a tantrum.

“Fine, fine, my god.” Chan sighed and let her go, but not before kissing her dangerously close to her lips.

That caused an uproar from the boys, who, depending on the angle, thought Chris had actually kissed her. Once it was clarified that the two hadn’t locked lips, the yelling quieted down.

“Do any of you have other things to do today?” Y/n asked, looking around.

“Chan-hyung, Bin-hyung and I have to do some more work in the studio today. I know jagiya has some choreography to go over for the upcoming comeback plus making sure the concert choreo is still good to go.” Han chimed in.

“Jeongin and I have vocal lessons today.” Seungmin informed her.

“Hyunjin and I are planning to go out later with some friends.” Felix said.

“Oh, okay.” She said, after processing all of that information.

“Why? Did you wanna do something? Go somewhere?” Han asked her.

“I kinda wanted to head back home to the dorms, actually. I need some more sleep.” She confessed, a yawn coming out of her mouth only seconds later.

At her mention of the dorms as her home, the boys’ hearts soared, exhilarated to hear her refer to their place like that. They wanted her to feel at home, and it seems despite the setbacks, they’ve managed to do so.

And they had, in y/n’s mind. She wanted to snuggle up in one of their beds, didn’t matter whose, and just take in the care and love they’ve shown her in the last couple days. She was falling hard for them already, though that wasn’t hard. She was lucky to have them as soulmates, and she knew once she was back here to stay, she wanted to get to know each of them. She had eight soulmates, and she wanted eight first dates. But before all of that, she really needed to pack up her life halfway across the globe first. She had eternity with her soulmates, she didn’t need to rush everything right now.

“Hyunjin and I can take you home.” Felix told her, moving to grab her hand. She smiled at him and thanked the two of them.

“We’ll let you go home now, and we’ll see you later.” Minho told her, smoothing down her hair before pulling her into a hug.

She was passed between each of the boys, minus the two who’d be going home with her. Everyone had their own individual way of saying goodbye, and there were more than a couple kisses involved, to which she giggled. By the time they left the studio, her hair was a bit messed up, and she was as red as a tomato, but she was smiling from ear to ear. She was in a state of bliss, feeling insanely happy and content. The two boys noticed and smiled to themselves before they each grabbed a hand and walked her out of the building to a waiting van.

Hyunjin climbed in first, followed by y/n and then finally Felix, all three sitting together in a row. Hyunjin told the driver where to drop them off, as well as to wait for them since the two would be leaving after dropping her home. Thankfully, for y/n since she was exhausted, the ride was quick, and it wasn’t long before they were in the elevator heading up to the 3racha dorm, since Hyunjin offered his bed for her to nap in.

This was her first time in that dorm, always being in the maknae + lino dorm since she’s been with them. It was definitely messier than the other apartment, but it seemed just as lived in, and she still felt at home here. Once shoes were taken off, Hyunjin led her to his room, and then searched his closet for some comfier clothes in case she wanted to change. Felix waited by the entrance to the other dancer’s room, not wanting to intrude, however y/n had no intentions of ignoring him.

“Why are you hanging out over here, come on in.” She told him, grabbing his arm and dragging the taller man over to the bed, pulling him down next to her. She latched onto him, leaning her head on his shoulder and sighing happily. “Much better.” She commented.

Hyunjin came back out of his closet to find the two of them on his bed, cooing at them, causing both of them to blush.

“Look at you two. So cute.” He said, chuckling as he laid the change of clothes over a chair in his room.

“You come here.” She ordered him, and he crossed the short distance over to them, sitting down on the other side of y/n.

“Yes princess?” He asked her, curious why she wanted him here.

“Now I’m happy. Two of my wonderful soulmates and I get time alone with you both.” She stated, smiling once again.

“That was all you wanted, both of us here?” Felix questioned.

“Yup!” She said simply, not needing to elaborate.

The two men chuckled, looking at each other before leaning in to kiss her cheeks, leaving the girl a bit shocked.

“You can’t just do that to a girl!” She half-shouted, before burying her face in her hands.

“But we can do that to our soulmate, which you are.” Hyunjin said, before leaving another kiss on her cheek, just to be extra cheeky.

Y/n let go of both of them, falling back on the bed, grumbling about soulmates who need to stop making her so flustered.

“But we like making you flustered, sunshine. It’s part of the fun.” Felix chuckled at her reaction, before his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“We have to go now baby, but remember if you need us, text one of us or the group chat, okay?” The Aussie reminded her, Hyunjin echoing his words.

“Okay, I will if I need to. Have fun with your friends, okay?” She said, looking up at them with sleep-filled eyes, already starting to doze off.

“We will. Sleep well my darling.” Hyunjin said, leaning down to leave a final kiss on her forehead, before he grabbed Felix and the two of them left.

Y/n managed to stay awake for a couple more minutes, hearing the two leave the apartment, before she succumbed to the lure of sleep.

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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New Family Dynamics

Willow: Hmm, hmm, hmm~!

Winter: Hello, Mother.

Willow: Huw?! Oh, hello, Winter. You startled me.

Winter: My apologies…

Willow: …?

Willow: Is something wrong, dear?

Winter: Mother… How are you dealing with… all of this…?

Willow: This?

Winter: This new family dynamic?

Willow: Ahh… Well… for the most part I am happy. For the first time in years I can feel genuinely happy.

Winter: You feel happy?

Willow: Yes, inmeasurably so. No more hiding my feelings behind a bottle, being surrounded by those that care little for me, and having a husband that married me for my family’s company, a man who married me for money. You ran from the family, Winter, you managed to get out, and free yourself from our horrible family. I, and the rest of your siblings are still trapped there, in that house, trapped with that monster. Here I am free, here I am happy.

Winter: Do they really make you feel that happy, Mother?

Willow: Well, when it comes to the, Arc’s compared to, Jacques: Would your rather be embraced with a hug, or a slap?

Winter: What?! Has father slap you?!

Willow: Yes… Several times at that… I suppose that is another reason why I went to the bottle…

Winter: I-I didn’t know��

Willow: Well… I didn’t want you to know. You were only a child at the time. Perhaps if I let someone know…

Winter: I’m sorry that happened, I didn’t know this was happening…

Willow: You were already gone by the time he first hit me. You weren’t there on, Weiss’s tenth birthday where he told me he married me for our families legacy, he never loved me, he just wanted money, and power.

Winter: I… I didn’t know…

Willow: Of course not; I never told you any of this.

Winter: I just thought that you… that you didn’t love us. That you didn’t care about us anymore.

Willow: No! Nononono… It was never like that, Winter. I just… couldn’t do anything, and I had no idea how to handle it. I married a man that I thought who loved me, and he gave me two beautiful children. But, even that he seemingly stole from me…

Winter: Stole them? Jacques didn’t steal, Weiss, and Whitely from you.

Willow: Well, not, Weiss, I have more, or less pushed her away from me. Whitely however, I fear he is becoming a mini version of his father. So long as, Jacques is near him I fear I will lose him forever.

Winter: Do you… Do you have any ideas on how to get him back?

Willow: I have been thinking about that since I came here. I want the family life, Juniper, and Acheius have with their family: Being so open, and capable of expressing their love for one another. And, to do that, I have to remove, Jacques Gelé from the, SDC. Permanently.

Winter: Y-You’re not referring to… Killing him?

Willow: That would be the quick, and the efficient route to take. But, I wouldn’t do that… I want to crush him, to kick him out of the family, to leave him destitute, and penniless, to slowly die as the bitter worthless bastard that he is out in the cold of wastelands of, Mantle.

Winter: Oh… That is the better route to take.

Willow: It is; I have a few ideas on how to get the ball rolling, but his taint runs deep. It will not be an easy feat to accomplish. I have mentioned this to, Juniper before, and she been offering me a rather odd bit of advice. Care to hear it?

Winter: What is it?

Willow: Sic, Jaune after him.

Winter: Jaune? Why did they recommended that you should sic my little brother after him?

Willow: Little brother? D-Do you see, Jaune as your little brother?

Winter: D-Did I really just say that?

Willow: You did.

Winter: I just said it without even thinking… I guess I do see him as my little brother. Huw… Isn’t that something.

Willow: What about the girls; Do you see them as your sisters?

Winter: …

Winter: Yes… Yes I do.

Willow: That’s wonderful to hear, Winter. I’m glad you can see those kids, as your siblings. Now, as for, Jaune being sic on, Jacques. They only said this: ‘That smile hides a devious mind.’ I… I don’t understand what they mean by that.

Winter: Hmm… I’ve been sticking around the twins a lot since we got here. And, Jeanne challenged me to a game of chess, she is quite good at chess, we managed to settle for a nice win/loss ratio. 5/4, my favour. But, Jaune… Jaune beat me flawlessly for all nine rounds we played.

Willow: Little upset that your little brother showed you up?

Winter: No…

Willow: Oh really now?

Winter: Okay I am! I have never been so thoroughly beaten before in all my life! It’s so frustrating! And, he was playing blindfold chess on top of it?!

Willow: Blindfold chess? He can play chess like that?!

Winter: They both can! But, Jaune is so much more better at it! He beat me in seventeen moves, seventeen moves!

Willow: Well, It seems like your having fun bonding with your new siblings~!

Winter: The two are really sweet to be around. But, they are quite devious, especially, Jaune. Together they are a menace, on their own. Well, if you messed with, Jeanne, she would shove your head through a wall. If you messed with, Jaune though; Well he would spike your drink with laxatives, lock the door to the bathroom, and by the time you finally manage to get unlock the door, he smashed the toilet to bits.

Willow: R-Really?

Winter: Yes, Jaune is quite… Vindictive…

Willow: Well, if that’s how he fights, he might be able to deal with, Jacques quite swiftly… and, brutally…

Winter: Quite so. I can see why your so happy now, Mom… They make me feel quite happy to. Jeanne’s actually coming with us to, Atlas when we leave.

Willow: Really, why is she?

Winter: Well, Jaune is leaving soon to, Vale for an internship. So, Jeanne is coming with me to, Atlas where she will be my protégé for a few years. She will be training with me to become a, Huntress. I’m looking forward to it actually.

Willow: I’m happy to hear that. Coming here to be with the, Arc’s… Makes me wish I told them years ago I was pregnant with you. Acheius would have stolen me away, and brought me here, and made me his second wife. Where would have raised a large family together. I would be so happy together with them.

Winter: Yeah… Speaking of having a large family… You’re not… You’re not planning on giving me a little sibling any time soon, are you?

Willow: Oh, Winter. Nothing like that is happening. You don’t have to worry about that.

Winter: Mom… I know you’ve been sleeping with the, Juniper, and Dad.

Willow: …

Willow: Eh…?

Winter: We can all hear the three of you going at it.

Willow: Beg pardon…?

Winter: We’ve been camping in the woods because the three of you are so loud for the past week.

Willow: W-We’re that loud…?

Winter: So… Yeah. Are you really not planning on giving me a new sibling?

Willow: …

Willow: Well no… But, if another happy little accident happened; Would you be upset if that happened?

Winter: …

Winter: I wouldn’t be upset…

Willow: Oh… That’s great to hear!

Winter: I just hope I win the betting pool they set up though.

Willow: B-Betting pool? What betting pool?!

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #juniper arc #acheius arc #jacques schnee #weiss schnee #winter schnee

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hayleythesugarbowl · 11 months

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Hey, would you consider writing headcanons for Thomas Barrow if he had a teen sister reader? Similar to the being friends with one. Maybe about their home lives before Thomas was employed at Downton, their relationship, when Thomas went to war, and if (when old enough) sister reader joins her brother at works at Downton.

Also, loved the Thomas Barrow series! It was so sweet and very well written 😁

Would really appreciate it! Don’t worry if not! Xx

thomas barrow & teen!sister!reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • thomas barrow masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: thank you so much for this request!! thomas is actually my roman empire and I love writing for him. I’m currently in s2 in my rewatch and I’m in love with him all over again. anyways I’m so glad you liked my thomas series that makes me so happy and i hope you enjoy this too <3 also I don’t usually add cuts for my headcanons but these ended up being rather long so read them after the cut !! 🍒💋

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being thomas’s teen sister would include…

ok so…

thomas definitely read to you when you were to little to read on your own

he once scared you so much that you were sure you were going to get eaten by the monster in the wardrobe

and he had to sleep with you in your room for a week after that

as you got older he became so freaking protective of you

he would take the blame for your mistakes

and secretly pass you all his desserts

he would tell you everything that he wouldn’t tell anyone else

like how he wasn’t interested in any of the girls in your village

when he went off to work at downtown you cried for days

and he looked away as he left so you couldn’t tell that so did he

he would write to you every week

so much so that—

“fancy that, thomas has a sweetheart”

“well there’d be a first, no he’s writing to that sister he’s so fond of”

“oh leave off, o’brien, i can write to whoever i like”

he would try to hide his troubles from you in his letters but you could always tell that something was the matter

when you got the news that he had to go to war, you couldn’t eat or sleep for weeks not knowing what was happening to him

and amongst his prayers to live every night he prayed you were safe at home

when he was taken off the front lines and sent to be a medic at the hospital you were so relieved that you convinced your parents to let you go visit him

you gave him the biggest hug of his life and he didn’t let you go

when you became old enough and expressed your interest thomas got you a job at downton as a maid

he probably got some other maid fired in order to do it but we just won’t talk about that

anyways once you got there he made it his job to teach you everything you’d need to know

and make sure you were taken care of

all of the other servants loved you from the moment they met you

mostly because thomas is a different person when you’re around

“i’m sure thomas’ll find some way to scheme his way out of it and make me look like the fool”

“not anymore, he’s gone soft now hasn’t he? what with that sister of his around. rubs off on him, i reckon”

you become close friends with Anna

and, when she begins working there, Baxter, who you’ve known since you were a kid

you two definitely complain about and tease Thomas much to his dismay

he’s totally walked in on you telling a story about him from childhood and had to endure teasing for weeks

“…and his britches just ripped right down the center.”

he always, after much pestering on your part, confides in you about everything

(jimmy, his job, richard, guy)

and values your ‘young, bright opinions’

you made him mittens once and he wears them whenever he can

even though they ‘itch like the devil’

one time one of the footmen showed interest in you and thomas went full older brother mode on him

and you assured him you you didn’t need his protection

until he jilted you and you let thomas give him a piece of his mind and hold you while you cried

you read the papers together and you love hearing his commentary on everything going on in the world

if something’s bothering you he’ll get it out of you one way or another

“go on, (y/n), you can tell your brother thomas”

and he actually gives really good advice

he recognizes how he doesn’t know how he’d go on without you sometimes

and how even when no one was there for him you were

thomas just cares for you so much

and (even though he’d never admit it) loves you more than anyone or anything else in this world

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! have a lovely day babes <3🩰🪐

#thomas barrow x reader #thomas barrow x teen!sister!reader #thomas barrow #downton abbey #downton abbey x reader #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #headcanon

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bitchylandtyphoon · 1 year

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A Little Help pt.3

Word count : 1658 Pairing: Paxton Hall-Yoshida x Reader Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bitchylandtyphoon/657628055677894656/a-little-help?source=share Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/bitchylandtyphoon/670697142064758785/a-little-help-part-2?source=share —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Paxton couldn’t stop thinking about the night that was just so teasing and unforgettable…No, not the night he screwed that one hot chick in the back of his lovely car in the tenth grade, but the night when he never smiled harder with anyone else. The night with Y/N. Paxton was known for being a player who didn't want the real deal. Considering the one time he wanted a serious thing, he got played. He didn't care what people called him, he embraced it and used it to his own advantage. He was living a pleasurable life. But he just couldn't forget about the kiss, it wasn’t even on the lips! He didn't know why he felt so attracted to Y/N, whether its how kind and fun of a person they are, or their willingness to help him with school, or the way their hair flowed in the wind, or the way their skin felt against Paxton's hands and lips. He just couldn't admit how much they were toying with that heart of his, even though the time they spent together was always fun, the last thing he wanted was to get hurt. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

While lying on your bed, you waited for Paxton to reply to your texts. You felt like you had done something wrong that night. Did he not like it? Was he uncomfortable? Did you smell? OMG, does he hate you now?? Whatever was going on, it wasn’t going well. You guys knew that a study date was coming up since he had a huge test on Friday. Maybe he didn't need you anymore?...No, Paxton wouldn’t stoop that low, plus you were his sister's good friend, he wouldn't hurt you, right? You grabbed your raincoat, telling your mother you’d be going on a walk as you headed out the door. It was a little gloomy, and you could tell it was going to rain, but you're not letting some boy ignore you after all you’ve done for him. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hi, Mrs.Yoshida, I was just wondering if it would be alright to talk to Paxton?” You asked as you tried to cover yourself from the rain that started getting your clothes wet. “Oh hi Y/N! Come inside, come inside!” She dragged you in and led you to the couch “Stay here for a second. I’ll be right back.” “Alright.” You were glad someone in this household cared about your well-being, plus a place to relax and sit was what you needed after that rain. “Here you go, I had some tea left and figured you should have some after being in the rain! You really need to be careful, Y/N, you might get a cold!” Mrs. Paxton spoke as she brought a mug of hot tea and a large blanket. “Thank you so much, but it’s quite alright.” You hugged the blanket, pulling the heat in more “So where exactly is Paxton?” You asked as you sipped your drink. “Um, I'm not quite sure. Hehe, I think he went out with Trent to go fishing or something, but I’m sure it’ll take him a while to come back home.” Mrs. Yoshida answered that she had combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, alright.” You thought Paxton wouldn’t be the type to fish. “They should've checked the weather, even though it doesn't seem like the best time to go fishing. But they’re grown men, and I’m sure they’ll be just fine! ” You could see right through this woman; she was definitely hiding something. At least you know where Paxton got his lying “skills”. “So, Y/N, how’s school going? Did you join the play this year? I heard you were good on stage! HAHA, Rebecca really does love talking about you... ” You sipped on your drink as she rambled on and on. Something was wrong, and you only came to see Paxton. The best option was honestly to leave, and you weren't the only one thinking that. *THUMP* You turned your head towards the door leading to the garage, and looking at the door, you saw movement and light. You casually looked at Mrs. Yoshida, who seemed even more nervous and red. “What was that? “OH I'm sure it's nothing. I think it’s time you go now actually, it's getting quite late. And you do need to walk back anyways.” You groaned inside, knowing that the rain was pouring harder than ever. You didn’t want to give up the warm tea and blanket yet. “Alrighty then, I guess I’ll see you soon, Mrs. Paxton.” As you were pushed outside, a quick bye was said before the door closed in your face. face. Well, that wasn’t weird at all.” Covering your head, you stepped into the dark night with heavy rain. *THUMP* Once again, you heard the bumping noise from the garage. You stopped as your ears perked at the noise. “Should I do it Y/N?” You hated making bad decisions. “It's ok, I’ll be sneaky.” You carefully tip-toed to the garage door, trying to look through the door window. You grabbed a soggy cardboard box and put it in front of the garage door, stepping cautiously. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Why was Paxton ignoring Y/N? He didn't even know why. They didn't even do anything wrong, he was just being a drama queen. Even if he got hurt, she was just a friend. Mmm, Paxton, are you okay, baby?” “*Sigh*, I'm alright, don’t worry about it, just do me a favour and kiss me, okay?” He smirked and leaned in. Oh, Paxton, you’re such a flirt.” *CRASH* Paxton and the girls’ heads quickly turned to the door, and an eerie feeling came from outside as it was dark. “What was that?” “Stay here; I'll go look.” Paxton moved the girl off his lap and went to open the door. Just to find the last thing he wanted to see.

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Of course, of course, of course. Of course, this would happen; of course, he would use you and play with you, just to go kiss some other girl. Of course, you would fall for him and think you had a chance with him. Of course, he breaks your heart. Did you really expect him to like you? Of course he would go for her, and not you. You were in the wet mud, and your pants were soaked. Your head was filled with shock and distress. You got up quickly, kicking the box away and trying your hardest to navigate your way through the dark. Walking fast and not looking back to see if he came out. Your heart was racing, and your head was pounding louder than the thunderstorms you heard. “Y/N!! Wait!!” A voice called from behind you. You didn't turn back; you couldn't turn back, so you kept walking. “Come on, Y/N, get out of here, you stupid dummy.” “Y/N!!” Did it really have to hurt this much? Why does he have to bother you and break your heart? Why does he have such an impact on how you feel? You only talked to him for a while, and It was solely for tutoring purposes. You blamed yourself for liking him; you thought about the number of times you could have stopped yourself from showing some sort of crush on him, you wished you could just erase it all and delete every moment you shared with him. “Y/N!!” You felt a hand grab your wrist, halting you. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fuck Paxton, what were you thinking? Now look at what you did. Paxton didn’t know what he was thinking, and that's his problem; he just doesn't think. And he messed up like he always does. Running out the door, he didn't think twice about getting a jacket; he just knew he had to get to you before anything bad happened. "Paxton…what’s up?” “Are you spying on us?” Paxton asked, startling you. “What? Why would you think-” “That was a low move, Y/N, what’s your problem?” “I swear I wasn’t, I was just walking. ” Why are you getting mad, Paxton? it’s not even her fault, stop overreacting for fuck's sake. " Don’t even try to lie, you’re the only one walking out here. I knew you were weird, but I didn’t know you were this weird. Why the fuck are you such a creep? I should've never let you hang out with Rebecca. Stay away from us.” What.The.Hell.Paxton. Why are you saying this stuff? What did they do to you? All they did was help you. Why are you yelling at them? It’s your fault, not theirs. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You looked at Paxton in shock, did he not realize what he was doing? You felt your eyes starting to burn. You knew you would get hurt from this, and you knew he would pull a stupid stunt like this. You knew it, and you could have done something about it. You pulled your hand back from his grip. *SLAP* “I'll fucking leave you alone if you want;, all you had to do was say so.” Turning around, you walked away from Paxton. You didn't know what happened, but you knew that this would be the last of you two talking, and you'd make sure of it. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paxton felt the sting on his face being soothed by the cold rain. He touched his cheek, taking in what had happened. “Paxton BABY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He heard a voice say from behind, coming closer, “Omg, who was that creep? Come inside, baby. You’re fucking wet, Jesus Christ.” “Leave.” “What? babe??” “I said leave. ” “Ugh, what a fucking prick.” Walking back to his couch, he sat on it, rethinking what had happened. I'll fucking leave you alone if you want; all you had to do was say so.

God, Y/N, you did not deserve that. He dropped his soaked head into his hands, wincing as he felt his cheek sting. He deserved that.

@lucy-loaf @marimarvelfan @exonct07 @wreslingaddicttt

#paxton hall yoshida imagine #paxton hall x reader #paxton yoshida #paxton hall yoshida x reader #paxton hall yoshida #never have i ever #never have i ever imagines

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clickerflight · 1 year

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Oh, how far you've fallen

Content: Dehumanization, scientist whumper, villain whumpee, scars, bruises, dragged by the hair (let me know if I missed anything)

Inspired by this post

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Scientist made her way down the hall, preparing herself to entertain the inspector coming from the government offices. She was pretty excited. Government Inspector was not only cute, but also didn’t mind overlooking the horrible horrible crimes against humanity that usually took place at the Harry & Co labs.

Scientist stopped before going through the door that would lead to the lobby and smiled at herself in the reflection of a metal plating on a door, checking her teeth before heading on through. She looked around, looking for Government, and was confused when she was met with a man in his early thirties giving her a nod.

“Hi, are you Dr. Scientist?” he asked, stepping forward and holding out a hand for her to shake.

She nodded, hiding her confusion as she said, “I am. And you are?”

“I’m Inspector Agent. Agent is just fine. Government couldn’t make it so he asked me to come.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a friend of his?”

“Yeah,” Agent said with a little bit of a wink. “Don’t worry. He let me know what I’d be getting into.”

She smiled, still disappointed, but glad that Government had made sure to send a friend who wouldn’t shut this place down. He was good at thinking ahead when it was necessary.

“Perfect. Let’s get this done, then,” Scientist said, waving him along.

He nodded and followed her through the door. “Stay with me,” she warned him. “If you’re not with me, you could be mistaken for one of the subjects, and I doubt Government would be very happy with me if that happened to you.”

Agent gave her a wry smile and said, “No, I suppose not. I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

She nodded and as they walked down the halls, she said, “Now, we keep it all very tidy around here. The maintenance closets are locked so if a subject gets out, they can’t get anything from out of there easily, we have the labs over that way, the cloning happening there, and then currently ongoing experiments further in. Anything you want to look at first?”

“I’m good to start wherever you want to take me. I have a couple of things I need to see, but I’ll ask about them as we get to them, and I’ll ask any other questions I have afterwards.”

“Perfect. Sounds like you know the drill.”

“I certainly do.”

…………………………..

Agent took notes as they went, in a cypher, of course, and he paid more attention as Scientist led him into a darkened part of the labs.

“This is fairly new. We wanted some more subjects from outside, but we didn’t have anywhere to keep them. We had these installed and discovered that the prisons had plenty of people that wouldn’t be missed. Some have been quite thrilling to learn from, others have been a little trickier. It’s also good storage for projects that are out of use, but still need to be kept around.”

Agent nodded, eyeing each of the cells as they walked passed. The doors were somewhat medieval, made of metal bars which typically interfered with magic and innate abilities and often even sucked the energy out of normal people. Agent could already feel it pulling at his energy, bringing back extremely unpleasant memories from past exploits.

Scientist stopped in front of one door in particular, smiling down at the man curled on the floor, shaking.

“Hard to believe how terrifying everyone thought you were, hmm Villain? You look almost tame now.”

She kicked the bars of the cage with a cruel laugh, causing Villain to yelp, scrambling to get farther away from the door, but he was unable to as he was already as far as his chain would allow.

“Would you like a better look at him, Agent? It’s not everyone who gets to see him anymore.”

Agent watched as she carefully crouched, grabbing the chain where it was attached to one of the bottom bars. A pitiful whimper came from the creature in the cage and she clicked her tongue at him. “Now, now, Villain. I trained you better than this.”

The shrinking form hesitated and then slowly crawled to the door. It took all of Agent’s self control to keep from revealing his disgust and horror as Villain’s face came into the dim light of the hallway, pale, horribly bruised, and scarred. A part of his lip had been damaged so badly that he couldn’t get his mouth all the way closed on the one side and his hair hung ragged in his face, small patches of hair thinning or even missing in places. There were tears already welling in his eyes as she dragged him forward quicker by the chain attached to the collar around his throat.

She smiled and reached in, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him up against the bars with such ease that Agent didn’t have any doubt as to what had caused those missing patches of hair.

“Here we are,” she said, checking over his bare torso as he trembled against the bars, flinching as though they were burning him, but not trying to free himself from her grasp, despite Agent having seen him tear huge men to shreds with just his hands just a year ago.

Villain’s eyes darted up to Agent’s face, clouded with some sort of disease and tears. Agent doubted that Villain could even really see him, but Agent still stiffened, worried that he would be recognized.

“What have you been learning about him?” Agent asked as evenly as he could manage.

She grinned and said, “We learned about the DNA that creates people like him, and learned how it can be strengthened, but he ran out of usefulness months ago. Didn’t you? You’re useless now, hmm?”

“N-not useless,” Villain whimpered. “M funny. Said so, m funny.” Tears were running down his face now, a surprising amount for how sick and thin he looked. Agent didn’t think he would have enough water in his body to keep crying like that.

Scientist chuckled, patting his bruised cheek. “That’s right. You’re funny when you cry.”

She let go of his chain and he slowly withdrew. She stood up and smiled at Agent. “He’s good for stress relief. A lot of the old guys here come beat on him when the projects don’t go their way. Want a go at him before we move on?”

“I’m afraid not, tempting as it is,” Agent said, “I do have places to be and I’m starting to brush up against my time limit.”

“Right, we’ll finish this up quickly, then.”

Agent didn’t look into the cell as he passed, though he could still hear Villain sobbing as he passed.

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Agent was back that evening. The building was dark and quiet, with only a couple of lights here and there where people were finishing up their reports before going home. Agent waited until a few more scientists left the building, talking casually with each other before he moved from his hiding place, silent as a shadow. He managed to catch the door before it closed and stepped into the space between the two sets of doors. He keyed in the code for the next set of doors, using Scientist’s code. He probably didn’t have long before security noticed that the cameras where he was traveling could only see a slight disturbance in the pixels where he moved. He hoped they were the superstitious type that was afraid of ghosts.

He walked silently through the halls, passing through doors with ease and finally came to the complete darkness that was the ‘dungeon’ hallway. Agent hesitated for only a moment. He was disobeying all kinds of orders being here, but he wasn’t leaving Villain here for even a moment longer. He couldn’t count the amount of times that Villain had saved his life, and he was not going to turn his back on his old friend now.

He stepped into the darkness and turned on his night vision goggles. He stopped in front of Villain’s cell where he heard the subtle scrape of metal against the floor. Agent crouched and peered into where he could see Villain rocking, his arms around his knees as he stared at the wall. It was so…. Awful. Villain had nothing left. There was nothing about this creature that even somewhat reminded Agent of Villain.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, the question slipping out without his consent, like he was hoping to unlock something that proved Villain was still in there.

Villain hiccuped. After a moment, he whispered, “Henchman used to ask me that. He was nice. He was so very nice and I wasn’t. I should have been nicer. Maybe he would have come for me? No, he would have come for me. Maybe he’s dead? I wish I was dead. Henchman used to ask me that, he did, he did, he did.”

Agent opened his mouth to say something, anything, but it wouldn’t come out. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard as Villain continued his insane ramblings. It had been a long time since he’d heard the name Villain had given him.

“I did,” Agent said. “I had a hard time finding you. I didn’t know you were here.”

“You didn’t?

“No… Villain, do you want to go home?”

“Home? The Lair?”

Agent felt his stomach burn as he said, “No, not the lair. It… I have a house. It has a bed you can sleep in, and you can even have some food before bed.”

Villain scooted over to the bars, hope shining in his delirious face. “I, I would like that. I would. Are you really Henchman? I have dreams, you know, dreams that are never true.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Let’s go, hmmm?” Agent said, standing to figure out how to get the door open. After a minute, he found a scanner and he pulled out a key card he’d swiped from someone earlier, praying that it would work. That was a little bing as the card was accepted and he breathed out a sigh of relief.

The door slid open and Agent crouched next to Villain. He used a lock pick on Villain’s collar, and soon Villain’s neck was free. He touched his bare, if damaged, skin and Agent said, “I want to carry you, okay?”

“Like a princess?” Villain asked, his eyes sliding over Agent’s face, clearly not able to see or focus very well.

“Do you want to be a princess?” Agent asked, surprised.

“Princesses are good. They get to be rescued,” Villain replied, happily letting Agent pick him up.

“I see. Then everything works out, hmmm?”

“Yeah.”

Agent stepped out into the hall when a flashlight shone down the hallway and a voice shouted out at him.

Without a word, Agent tightened his hold on Villain and took off through the darkness, a white bolt of adrenaline erasing all thoughts besides the need to get his precious cargo somewhere safe.

#whump #collar #scientist whumper #villain whumpee #scars #dragged by the hair #chain

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youtubeyouniversitytherapy · 3 months

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Therapy Exercise 1: Check In! || Ethan & Dean Tat

Ethan sat in the chair across from Dean Tat, very much used to the routine they went through by now.

He was used to this spot, used to this setting, used to this therapist.

Regardless, he still always felt on edge when having an appointment with any of the Deans. Truly he felt like he had nothing to hide with them, yet still they would pry. It was their job after all to do that.

So there he sat, listening to her type rapidly away on her computer. He wondered what she was writing on there, she hadn’t even started asking him anything yet! What was so important for her to be typing on there that came before the session first? Honestly, that was what had him mostly on edge above everything.

“… Sorry about that, we can get started on our session now.” The Dean smiled over her computer monitor at him. “How are you doing this week?”

He breathed out a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Glad to finally get this ball rolling.

“Good actually! I think I’ve been adjusting well with all the new students that have come in lately. Lot of new personalities.” he smiled, thinking of all of them now.

“That’s good to hear, I was about to ask how you feel about the new students..”

He was a little unsettled about how she knew what he wanted to talk about, but again, she was a professional. And they were both very well acquainted with each other by now.

“They all have a lot of… energy. And honestly, it’s refreshing to see so many new faces here. Keeps this place alive. Tara seems really fun, and me and Zach’s fur babies seem to get along so I think that’s telling of his personality. Oh and Jaiden is really cool! …But uh, I kind of fumbled an interaction so hard with her…”

“What happened?” Dean Tat pressed, already beginning to type away at her computer again.

“Well… she showed me these frozen eggs she was keeping that came from her birds. Pretty sure they were long past being able to hatch anymore but.. She trusted me to hold one of them and it slipped right out of my buttery fingers..” Even now he was still embarrassed about what happened, cringing visibly through his body language. He knew he majorly fucked up doing that, and wouldn’t blame her for never trusting him with anything ever again. With some as delicate as an egg, what else could his being destroy?

He could hear her typing fast even as he spoke, trailing off in his words just listening to her go at the keyboard again. Oh my god, she was definitely analyzing the hell out of him now. Probably writing something like “Baby Bird Killer” in his file, he’ll never recover from this.

“…I’m sorry the egg cracking stressed you out.. How did she react when you did this?” she asked after finishing up a sentence on her computer probably.

“….. Well, funny enough. She seemed…. Neutral… unbothered by the whole thing.”

“… And did this stress you out?”

“… Well kinda? I don’t know, I wanted to be relieved that she wasn’t mad. But… I really expected more out of her, I guess. Her not reacting kind of has me in tangles more over it… like what if she secretly is more mad than she’s fronting?”

“I think it’s important to take this situation at face value then, it’s not your responsibility to manage other’s emotions in these scenarios, especially if you’ve already apologized. It sounds like you’re remorseful over it and have made it clear, so it’s best if you take a step back and let her feel how she does about it. Whether apathetic or upset.” When Dean Tat spoke this time, her full attention was on him, eyes on his with sincerity.

That was one thing Ethan appreciated with the Dean. When she was making an important point, she would make sure her focus was solely on you. Whether that meant to make you feel comfortable or under pressure.

“You’re probably right…”

‘Let’s move on to old faces now, how have things been with your peers?”

“Oh, well… Mark and Rosanna seem to be doing good! They’ve been more busy lately, but who isn’t? Especially while running a house, even me and Arin have been struggling trying to play catch up with the Gammas… and me and Rose have gotten.. Closer..” oh goodness, he was talking about Rose now. Instant blush rose over his cheeks just at the thought of her.

Dean Tat resisted smiling.

Ethan looked away from her desk, down at his hands now that he was holding together. “And I’m thankful that we have but.. It has me worried. Like.. something awful is about to happen.

There it was, something he’d never be able to admit to anyone else. Really, no one else would really understand why either. Except… well, Rose maybe.

“Something awful?” she asked.

“Yeah… it feels like whenever I start to really hit it off with someone, or get really close to them, they just…. Leave me.”

It stung to say, his skin prickling up but the words sprawled across his mind for awhile now.

“Is the problem just… me?”

Dean Tat deeply frowned now, scooting closer into her desk to look at him.

“No.. no you are not.”

It was concerning to hear from a medical standpoint, and Ethan realized that now, eyes widening a little bit and starting to chuckle rather nervously.

“No yeah, I mean, just… I mean it just feels related somehow and I know that’s crazy but… I’m scared that it’s going to happen again… and I don’t know if I’m prepared for the fallout this time..”

Dean Tat stared at him empathetically, but it almost felt like pity on his end. Regardless, he gave her the benefit of the doubt. “Relationships… your relationships are important to you, that’s abundantly clear to me and to even yourself. You shouldn’t close yourself off just because of the possibilities. No one can live without love in their life, platonic or romantic.”

Ethan slowly nodded, taking her words in and letting them soak in his mind.

“I won’t… close myself off, I mean.”

Dean Tat gave a nod starting to scoot back over to her computer and typing away again. Of course she would jot that down in her notes. It was such a vulnerable thing to share and he outright said it to her!

“Alright, that ends our session for the day I think… I hope that the program has been helping you feel better about being here..” she offered a smile over to him.

Ethan nodded, a smile rising to his lips as well.

“It has… thank you..”

Dean Tat nodded, looking at her computer and beginning to work on it once again.

As he left, he couldn’t help but watch her type what he assumed were more notes on himself, getting more anxious by the minute.

“..Make sure you close the door on your way out.”

#submission #younitherapy

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morganski-19 · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

He hears the small thumping on Max’s crutches slowly get louder as she approaches the door. She doesn’t need them all too much anymore, sometimes just the one to give her extra balance. But on some days her muscles don’t want to work the way she wants them to, and the weight of her body is too much for her to move around on her own. She hates it, but it’s better than the wheelchair she had to use when she was released from the hospital.

Max opens the door with a glare. “Took you long enough.” Through the sarcasm in her voice, Lucas can tell that she’s glad to see him. She steps out of the way to let Lucas come through the door.

“Sorry, Erica took forever to leave her friend’s house.” Lucas closes the door behind him and offers a hand to Max, letting her choose to keep using the crutches or Lucas for balance.

“I can walk by myself, nerd,” she remarks while lightly hitting him in the leg with her crutch.

Lucas holds his hands up in surrender, “Sorry.”

Max rolls her eyes in an attempt to try and hide the soft smile that comes to her face. She starts to walk to the living room, Lucas following after her. He keeps a small distance between them, but never too far in case he has to catch her if she falls.

It had only happened once, but that was one time too many in Lucas’ mind. Max was so embarrassed that it had happened in front of him. Saying something like she wished he wasn’t there so he didn’t have to see it. Almost sounded like it had happened before. Lucas was glad that he was there though. Couldn’t imagine Max lying on the floor, struggling to get up but refusing to call anyone for help. Just laying there, admitting defeat until her mom finally came home.

When they get to the living room, Max slowly lowers herself onto the couch, setting her crutches off to the side. Lucas sits down next to her, giving her a little space in between them.

“Do you want me to go get anything?” he offers.

Max shakes her head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“How was your physio yesterday?” Lucas normally calls Steve to ask how they went, wanting a real response rather than the water-downed one Max would give, but he waited to ask her today.

“Like it normally is,” Max frowned. “Just a bunch of exercises they say work but are pointless and I just end up in more pain. Then they just say I’m progressing like I should but I can barely even walk the next day anyway.”

“But you are progressing, so your muscles are getting stronger? That's good, right?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t feel good. What movies did you bring?”

Lucas grabs the tapes next to him on the couch. “I didn’t know what you wanted to watch so I kinda just grabbed a few. I have Goonies, I know you don’t really like that one but it’s fun. I think at least. And then I grabbed the newest Nightmare on Elm Street movie 'cause I knew you liked the first one.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to watch a movie where the villain literally kills people in their minds,” Max winces.

“Right,” Lucas says, cursing himself for even bringing it. “I forgot that’s what it’s about, sorry.”

He wasn’t a fan of horror movies so he did really forget. Honestly, he grabbed it last minute because he thought she wouldn’t have liked anything else. If he had just taken another minute to look at the back, he would have realized it and put it back on the shelf.

Max reaches over and grabs Lucas’ hand. “It’s ok, we can just watch Goonies.”

“You sure, we can find something else on tv to watch. I know you don’t like it very much.”

“Maybe, but you do. And I don’t know, it kind of reminds me of us, all of us I mean.”

He smiles, having that same thought himself. “Only their adventures are much better than ours. I’d take fighting off criminals over demogorgons any day.”

Max smiles back at him. “Yeah, me too.”

“Do you have any popcorn? I brought some M&M’s to mix into them.”

“Ew, you spend too much time with Dustin.”

Lucas scoffs. “It’s actually pretty good, you should try it.”

She rolls her eyes again. “We might have some, you can look in the cabinets. There’s some soda left in the fridge I think, if you want any.”

#lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #the monster slayers fic #wip wednesday #wip #i have to get this done sometime right

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yubel198 · 1 year

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Revival AU notes/Headcanons part 4

((Are we doing this again? yes we are!

Sorry it’s been awhile since the last one, my computer wouldn’t let Tumblr work anymore, broke my old iPad, opened up my other one, and just got a new computer all set up. My dad’s gonna be using my old Mac Mini until he can get a new one. I’m just glad to be back and writing headcanons for this crazy AU. especially after where I left off last time.

This’ll pick up after what happened in MAR10 Day btw))

** Regarding the stream, and Garcy’s whereabouts, Garcello hides in the park, away from everyone else from Saturday to Sunday, watching the stream

** despite what SMG4 said, Gar can’t keep away from making sure he’s okay, having a feeling he knows what’s he’s going through.

**Sunday night, Meggy finds him, worried out of her mind, as Axol begged her to help him find Garcello.

**the two hug and Meggy takes Gar back to her place to clean up, where Mario’s been staying.

** Mario shows Garcy what the main event was, which hurts to see.

** the others, minus SMG3, show up, see Gar, and hug, thankful he’s okay.

** Meggy, Mario, and the others find out that Garcello’s been keeping an eye on SMG4 via the stream, when Annie asked why, he tells them “I’m worried about him, I’ve seen this behavior before.”

** SMG3 stops by, sees Garcy, and they hug.

** after the upgrades to SMG3, SMG4, Boopkins, and Meggy, along with the takeover from the castle, Gar, Niles, and Axol help, along with Steven and Glitchy Red.

** Niles and Garcy get pulled into the castle with SMG3, Meggy, and Mario.

** During the moments upstairs, after SMG3 laments about how he knows how SMG4′s feeling regarding SMG4′s thoughts, Niles is reminded of what happened in Revelations, wanting the perfect universe, bringing him to tears.

**Three and Meggy comfort him.

** Garcello remembers what happened with Lucks and Sheridan, even himself once, regarding his smoking before he died. He however says nothing.

** During the final encounter with SMG4 while he’s under Winston’s control (I think everyone’s calling the TV Adware creature Winston so I will too) SMG3, Niles, Mario, and Meggy say their pieces, Garcello however tells him he’s been in his position, knowing he has people that care about him, which is more important than any video.

** SMG4 still breaks through in the end.

**Meggy, Niles and Mario escape the castle, Garcello runs back with SMG3 after Four.

** Gar helps the two finish the video

** *the three escape and cling to the side, with Three reminding Four they’re (boy)friends, saving the two.

** Garcello climbs up himself, with Three and Fours help, getting hugged by everyone else.

** In between “It’s Gotta Be Perfect” and “My Roommate Mario” Garcello lets SMG4 stay with him for a week.

** During that week, SMG4 is apologetic for what he said while crazy on MAR10 Day, and keeps trying to make up for it throughout the week. This includes doing the chores all over the house, making dinner, and kinda overworking himself again.

** Garcello does intervene and just hugs him, explaining he knows what he went through again.

** their interaction during this: SMG4: Gar, I... I hurt you... why don’t you hate me? Garcello: .... Four... I know you weren’t in the right state of mind. SMG4: .... I wish I could take it back... *clings to him* you’re my friend... *tears up* .... I’m glad to have you in my life Garcy... I’m so sorry! *SMG4′s crying and clinging to him* Garcello: *holds him, let’s him cry*

**Garcello does forgive SMG4, by the two having a rap battle. Four accepts.

** Fun times all around.

** The guys all settle in to the Showgrounds.

((now onto other important matters))

** as of March, SMG1 and SMG2 are now engaged to be married

** the other engaged couples know 3 and 4 are next.

** Terrance and Eggdog seem to cuddle with SMG3 while he sleeps, which he doesn’t mind.

** SMG4 often gets called Jelly Bean by Ruby, mostly because he can be a bean at times.

** much like with SMG1 calling SMG2 Gumdrop thanks to Garcello, SMG3 starts calling SMG4 Jelly Bean, thanks to Ruby.

** SMG1 does get a pet name from Two, that being Bubble Gum (if you think about it, SMG1 kinda looks like a piece of blue bubble gum)

** Because of his “spicy” attitude, SMG4 calls Three “Cinnamon” to be cute. It always makes Three all flustered.

** SMG3 is best Tsundere, change my mind.

** As of the Easter story, Garcello has reunited with Masa

** While Meggy isn’t the best cook, she does watch cooking shows with Garcello from time to time, same for Desti

** Desti can’t cook either, sadly.

** Kaizo and Mario are both scared of Annie’s Liquid form

** Steven can control his “Inner Madness” aka S!3v3n, but if he’s provoked, or someone says something that’s considered, “Too far” Steven will lose control and black out.

** Mario learned this the hard way once, and is scared of S!3v3n

** Unfortunately, so is Niles (Yellow gave me the idea in her Ask the Gang series)

** BF and GF reunited with Garcello, a rematch was held.

** Mario has a tendency to T-pose when spaghetti’s mentioned.

** Bob and Birdo are dating, Swag’s married to Sonic, meanwhile Mario still gets no bitches.

((that’s all I have right now, but more is to come later down the line guys. thank you!))

#smg4 smg3 #smg34 #fnf garcello #smg4 #Headcanon #it's gotta be perfect #revival au #smg4 niles #Super Mario

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w3bheadz · 9 months

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Fishhook

Tigress worked with me to look presentable to the capitol’s standards. She worked quickly and beautifully, you’d think she had many years of experience rather than her young age of 22. She had designed a dress as blue as the ocean after a storm, golden stitching sewn into the small train that followed me whenever I walked. The sleeves went past my fingertips, a fishnet looking fabric. It was odd, real fishnet was rough, not soft like this foreign cloth. She had a hairdresser come in to do a trim and put my hair into a braided crown, a golden ribbon standing out against the rest of my dark hair. I looked into the mirror and barely recognized myself. The capitol was changing me. I couldn’t let them change me too much. If I lost myself to the capital, I'd drown into the abyss of my own past self. “Do you like it..?” Tigress asked timidly, resting a hand on my shoulder. I could only nod for a moment, the knot rising in my throat as I thought of my family, thought of what my parents would think if they saw me like this. My mother would’ve pointed out that I looked too weak to be wearing something so bold, my father would point out that I could feed the family for at least a year with what this probably cost to make. I could never do anything right with them. I wanted to prove them wrong and win. Whatever it took. I couldn’t leave my siblings alone. I wouldn’t do that to them. Tigress tapped me slightly, snapping me out of my own thoughts. “Mags, what do you think?” I smiled, looking at my own reflection. “I love it, Tigress. Thank you so much for all you have already done for me.” Tigress clapped excitedly before pulling me into a tight hug “Oh, that's wonderful! I’m so glad you like it! I was worried about the netting, how it could potentially catch in the pins in your hair, but as long as you don’t touch your head, I believe it should work well!” I grinned, hiding my anxiety behind a mask of my own making. “So, we should be heading out, right.. To the parade..?” Tigress gasped “Oh my goodness, Yes! We may be running a bit behind schedule.. It’s alright, we’ll run fast!” The blond woman hurried to grab my hand, dashing out the door.

Tigress was quite a bit taller than me. Her longer legs were able to carry her a bit farther with each step, causing me to try and keep up, almost tripping on my dress multiple times in the time it took to get to the Parade hall. It was near the Capitol building, with a few people standing on the balcony’s stage.

They were blurry figures, yet they still seemed so intimidating. Dolion was there, along with the other tributes standing near horse drawn chariots. Last year hadn’t been nearly as fancy, but Coryolanus Snow was also in charge of arranging major events. It was his plan to make the cruel games a spectacle for the capitol to enjoy, the districts to be terrified of.

Tributes had been hoisted into the chariots. I gripped tightly onto the handlebar with one hand, looking over at Dolion nervously. He looked calm on the outside, but I could tell he was just as nervous as I was. I slipped my hand into his, staring forward as the horses started to trot forward. The capitol resident that filled the stands cheered as we were carted out. I felt like an exhibit for their enjoyment. That was exactly what I was to them. People every year were brought to the capitol, treated like zoo animals, and then brought to be killed. It's how it worked. People said it was better than the dark days, but I remember at least when I was a little girl, I wasn’t being sent to my death for the enjoyment of others. I also had Peggy back then. Peggy wasn’t here anymore, she was led into the games like a lamb to slaughter. As the crowd cheered, The chariots stopped in front of the balcony. Dr. Gaul, Coriolanus Snow, and The President Of Panem were there. “Welcome to the 11th Annual Hunger Games!” Dr. Gaul announced, her deep red robes really standing out against the vibrant whites of the decor. “One of these brave tributes will be our victor this year, and they will embark on a victory tour, visiting every district! This year will be very different, thanks to our prodigy, Coriolanus Snow!” She announced, though I wasn’t paying too much attention. I saw the three, but the crowd rang in my ears. I wish it all would stop.

Finally, she stopped talking and we were led back to our dressing rooms. I felt like I could finally take a breath away without fearing I could make someone hate me. If they wanted someone to root for, I’d play their game the best I could.

#hunger games #thg series #the hunger games #tbosbas #thg #president snow #the 11th hunger games #mags flanagan #mags flanagans games #finnick odair #fishhook

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kamishiro-rui-phoenixwonderland · 10 months

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for fuck’s sake, stop! "it’s the last thing i want" - again, not the goddamn point. do i need to highlight it? to draw arrows pointing to it? will you be able to fucking find it if i don’t baby you?

did i fucking say i expected nene to stick to you like glue? no. your reading comprehension is piss poor, seriously, are your braincells fried already? is that what this is? is that all it takes?

she could’ve tried harder if you guys’ friendship mattered that much to her, because to me, it just seemed like she was glad. after all, now that she was in another middle school, she had an excuse not to talk with you anymore. she could keep face. i don’t blame her.

it wouldn’t be an "i stopped spending time with him because he’s a fucking freak who destroys everything he touches," but a "oh, i went somewhere far and i just couldn’t be with him anymore, even when i tried."

it was just so convenient, don’t you think?

you did so much for her and what did she do for you in return? think, rui, think with whatever’s left of that brain of yours!

why would tsukasa keep a place in his brain for you, you half-witted dumbass?

and even if he did, so what? what do you think that would change? he would still be incredibly busy, with no time to spare for you.

in fact, if tsukasa did remember, i’d argue it would cause him much more pain. he’d feel guilty for not being able to spend more time with you, to acknowledge your existence - and you know how he is, don’t you? he’s also always so worried of making others suffer. that’s why he overworks himself like he does.

oh well. i suppose you just like making everyone miserable. that’s why you want him to remember you, huh? i’m right, aren’t i? hehe~

how awful, how terrible of you!

you’re not even trying to hide it now… tsk, tsk.

you can’t even say anything about emu. she’s better at pretending than you think, you know? don’t fucking underestimate her. you’re not better than everyone else.

the truth is that little emu cares more about everyone’s happiness than she cares about her own, and she will condemn herself to suffering if it makes she’ll make someone else happy. if that’s what you want her to keep doing with you, then sure, go ahead, but don’t get surprised when someone wounds up calling you a monster.

it’s clear that you’re using her to feel better about yourself.

// might be the last one idk :3

urgh...!! why am i still receiving these messages when i'm all the way in Sekai-??

... you don't know anything about Nene and i, we've known each other for over half our lives...!! you have absolutely no- no right to comment on what happened when we were in middle school- it's over, we very quickly became the best of friends again!! and- you're wrong, Nene does so much for me!! for a lot of my life, she was the only one other than my parents that supported me... if not for her, i might've given up on doing shows after the rejection of my other peers...!!

and- and Tsukasa-kun and Emu-kun... they're- they let me know when they're worried about me, and i try to do my best to ease their minds when i find that out... i know they struggle a little with... putting others' happiness above their own. i... never want to be another worry for them, i can't stand having others be concerned over me...

... that's why i ran and hid that one time.

... i'm not- i'm not using Emu-kun, i thought she enjoyed our time together as i do, being silly, engaging in random stunts- if she doesn't... i can stop bothering her, sure...

#answered by mr director

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automatismoateo · 2 years

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I had it all wrong. via /r/atheism

I had it all wrong.

I made a post here last month about how my father was going to force my family to do Bible readings every Sunday. He ended up changing his mind and having us watch sermons every week instead. I wasn't thrilled about this but still went through with it all since I wasn't ready to tell them that I'm an atheist and this wasn't too big of a deal anyway.

Well, I ended up talking with my mom a few weeks ago about what my plans are for after college and we ended up on the topic of grad school. Basically, I expressed that I didn't really want to go and instead wanted to find a job right away and move out as soon as possible. I wanted to leave as soon as I could so that I could finally stop faking as a Christian (and hiding other things) and finally just be myself without having to worry about possibly not having a home to go back to, but I didn't want to reveal myself just yet. I tried dancing around it while still trying to answer her questions, but she wouldn't let up and told me to just say it. I'd looked through the coming-out stories on here and knew that I could end up ruining everything in just this moment, but she wouldn't let it go and it was obvious that I was nervous and hiding something.

So I told her. I told my mom that I'm an atheist, and she said "Yeah, is that it? 🤨"

She wasn't upset with me at all. My stomach had been bubbling like a damn witch's cauldron and she took it as though I'd just told her that I got a C on a math test. She also said that she'd known for a while now because of all the questions I'd asked over the years, but I never suspected her of knowing anything. I thought I'd been doing a pretty good job of hiding everything, but I'm actually a really shitty actor.

Although she wasn't upset, she did cry at some point because it hurt her to know that I was worried she wouldn't love me anymore, that I doubted her and my dad's love for me. I felt terrible for making her feel that way, but I had no idea. I was just scared. I think she was able to understand where I was coming from though and was no longer hurt over how I felt. Additionally, she ended up telling my dad because she knew I was too scared to do it myself and he took it well too!! I was more worried about my dad finding out because he seemed to be even more passionate about his faith than my mom, but he was cool with it. Overall, I felt a little ridiculous for hiding and thinking the worst (I think it was valid for me to feel that way though), but I am just so glad that this weight has finally been lifted off my shoulders.

Now, do they fully understand my perspective as an atheist and why my beliefs have changed? Nope. Do they still pray for me anyway? Yep. Would they prefer it if I went back to Christianity? Absolutely. But that's okay. It doesn't have to be perfect. As long as I always have my parents' love and support for who I am then the little imperfections don't matter. This is more than enough for me.

EDIT: It’s great that things have worked out well for me but if you’re someone who is still in the kind of situation I was in before then PLEASE be careful. It’s actually not recommended for atheists to come out while still in potentially dangerous situations. My story isn’t common. Thank you and I’m hoping for the very best for you.

Submitted January 29, 2023 at 07:56PM by DawnoftheMorningStar (From Reddit https://ift.tt/8hm0xXE)

#reddit

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years

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Chapter 10 - If you were expecting a good time, I'm sorry

The pair of them waited near Nesta’s apartment after winnowing into the city to head Cassian off. The flight had done little to cool his temper. The very ground beneath their feet seemed to shake as Cassian landed. He did not greet them, merely plundered into the building, fire coursing through his veins. Even if Nesta had been there, Azriel didn’t know what Cassian would hope to achieve with his arrival. In the mood that he was in, he’d likely bellow in her face or take the door down. Another reason why Azriel was glad she was safe in the Illyrian mountains.

‘Nesta!’

Cassian slammed against the door with a closed fist, more of a punch than a knock.

Azriel allowed him all of three attempts, before he intervened. ‘There is a child in the apartment opposite. An elderly couple above. Stop shouting.’

‘Because you know the ins and outs of this whole building now,’ he said with a callous laugh. ‘I can scent you here. Must have been so funny for you to keep up this little charade to see how long you could keep it a secret for.’

His brother was hurting and lashing out. Azriel could take it. But not if it was against Nesta.

‘That was never our intention. Neither of us was comfortable to hide it from any of you.’

‘But you still did!’ The hurt leaked out into Cassian’s voice. The anger had shifted into pain as if the wounds were finally aggravating him.

Rhys’ face was twisted with pain too. ‘Let’s discuss it somewhere else. The three of us can barely fit in the corridor.’

What Rhys meant was if it came to a fight again, they’d make the whole building crumble.

‘I want to hear it from Nesta,’ Cassian said, turning to knock on the door again.

‘She’s not there, Cass. She’s with my mother at Rosehall.’

The hitch of Cassian’s breath was a knife to Azriel’s chest. Cassian had never been one to back down from a fight, it was his worst quality. He never knew when he was beaten – or refused to admit it. But today, all the fight went out from his eyes.

‘Your mother’s?’

He knew what it meant. Knew that Azriel would only ever put someone near his mother if they were equally as precious to him. And Nesta was.

‘I could take it if Nesta wanted another male – any other male. But you? You’re my brother, Az.’

That word brother, it was a weapon, a curse, a crushing weight that Azriel wasn’t sure if he could even hold anymore.

‘I’m sorry.’

Cassian departed with his wings trailing against the floor. Rhys’ silence was damning enough.

All of them had been gathered to the House of Wind to peck at Azriel’s relationship. Everything that Nesta was part of had to be scrutinised until it met their strict approval. He understood her reluctance to be around them now that he saw his family from her perspective. There was nothing that Nesta could do that was good enough.

Azriel refused a seat, preferring to stand against the wall. The three of them had washed away their blood, but each one had bruises and cuts still as mementos of their fight.

He endured their verbal assaults asking how they could do such a thing, how he didn’t pick up that Nesta and Cassian were mates, how he was risking what he had for her. All the while, Azriel’s temper bubbled away like a pot on a stove.

Rhys was the least emotional, approaching their relationship with a logistical practicality to protect his court. Azriel was still his spy master and Cassian was still his general. Even if Cassian hated him now, they had to work together as a team. If that proved too difficult then Azriel would cease his role. It would hurt Rhys – hurt his court – but there were more important things in life. The home he was creating with Nesta was most important. Rhys wouldn’t let him leave nor would Azriel ever serve another court, but he had enough money saved to live in peace with Nesta - even in Illyria, even if he despised the place. He’d go wherever she found her joy.

‘How could you do this to Cassian?’ Mor asked, clutching the male’s arm. Cassian hadn’t spoken since they arrived at the House of Wind, but the others had fought his battles for him.

Azriel shook his head. There were so many words that he wanted to say – that Cassian had hardly crossed their mind. That Cassian didn’t have any input into their relationship. That Mor had been complicit in hurting Nesta with Cassian many times. That the pair had hurt him many more times. So many words to wound them all.

‘Nesta is not Cassian’s. She is her own.’

Mor shook her blonde hair. ‘I’m so disappointed in you.’

‘I don’t care for your opinion,’ Azriel replied simply.

Like Cassian, there were few fights that Azriel was willing to back down on. This was one. Azriel had heard every insult thrown at him over the years that he’d learnt to thicken his skin long ago.

The conversations today had shifted his opinions of his family. If in one week, Nesta decided she no longer wanted him, it would hurt but he’d fight like hell to ensure Nesta had her choice still. That she wasn’t expected to be Cassian’s mate. She was not Cassian’s. Not his either. They were acting as if the pair of them had engaged in an illicit affair – as if Cassian had a damned divine right to Nesta already because the Cauldron decreed it. It was those attitudes of entitlement that left Illyrian females in crippling marriages forced to submit. The reason why his mother’s smiles never truly met her eyes. The reason why minutes in Windhaven had him wanting to tear out the heart of every male there.

They went in the same circles for hours. Mor bleating Cassian’s case as if Azriel would hand Nesta over to him like a bargaining chip to win his friendship again. Cassian in silence. Rhys planning how this might affect their unified front. Amren cursing Nesta’s name for causing discord. Feyre expressing her own disappointment that Nesta had strained their family. Elain remaining in silence, twisting her fingers together, unhappy to be part of the meeting.

‘Do you know what’s disappointed me?’ He asked, shadows slithering over his body, ready to buckle him in place if his temper snapped. ‘That all of this has been framed as Cassian’s hurt rather than two people finding love; Nesta wounding this family. You don’t want her to be happy? You’re blaming her for finding love because it’s not with the person you had picked for her.’

‘Boy, you do not think this is Nesta’s attempt at reven-’

‘Do not finish that sentence, Amren,’ warned Azriel. ‘Do not.’

He had to leave. Had to go back to her. Nesta would be worried, so would his mother.

‘When you picked Rhys over Tamlin, we all supported you. Never did we accuse you, Feyre, of revenge or chaos. We weathered that storm with both of you. Because we saw that you two were happy. That you loved each other.’ Azriel swallowed. It wasn’t often he would speak to Feyre like this or bring up the high lord of Spring. There wasn’t a battle he wouldn’t fight for Nesta. ‘Not once did any of us accuse you of putting a strain on our court or on Prythian by leaving one high lord for another. We supported Rhys no matter the risk because we were glad that he’d found love. Cass, I’m sorry, I really am, but you don’t choose who you fall in love with.’

There was a ringing in Azriel’s ears as he made his way to the roof. Mor called his name, following behind quickly. Once, he might have been glad to have a moment alone with her. Now, he only wanted to be away, back to Nesta.

‘What about us?’ She asked, brows knitting together.

He stepped back from her touch.

‘There is no us. There never was.’

‘That’s not true,’ she said, shaking her head.

‘I was your weapon against Eris. Against your father. I’ll still protect you from them. But that’s all I ever was to you, Mor. The weapon when you needed me.’ The wind whipped around them as a storm brewed. ‘You needed me to protect you, but didn’t want to see what it took. I deserve somebody who won’t flinch from who I am.’

He wasn’t angry with Mor. She’d had a difficult life – hell, they all had – and her terror still seized her in the Hewn City. But sometimes, she saw Azriel as no different than the males who scared her. When he’d attacked Eris on her behalf, it had terrified her. Never had she seen who he truly was in the dungeon cells of the Hewn City. Azriel had always known he couldn’t ever show that part of himself to Mor. She wanted him to get his hands dirty for her, but couldn’t bear to see the stains it left.

‘You’ll get cold out here,’ he said. ‘See you.’

***

‘Where are we?’

Nesta pressed open a book along the centre to hold it in place. There was a map of Illyria inked across the double page spread. She knew little of the land. Knew Windhaven but couldn’t pinpoint it for the life of her.

Rovena leaned forwards as Nesta turned the book to face her. A finger pointed to a spot on the map. They were in the furthest reaches of Illyria, near the coast where the land splintered into fragmented islands.

‘We’re by the sea?’

‘If the weather wasn’t so awful, we could have taken a walk there,’ she said kindly. ‘Though that opportunity comes about three times a year.’

The wind swirled around the house while rain battered it from all sides, it seemed. Rovena had predicted a storm that evening. Nesta had never seen the sea before, she’d have liked to have gone.

‘Can you ever swim in it?’

Rovena let out a laugh. ‘Only if you want to freeze to death.’

‘Are these islands inhabited?’

Nesta was glad for any conversation that kept her mind occupied. She was going to the bathroom nearly three times every hour from the amount of camomile tea that Rovena was plying her with to keep them both calm.

‘Some are. Mostly its just rocky outposts, no good for living in.’

Rovena explained the lay of the land, telling Nesta that often seals could be seen on the shore or lynx lived in the mountains. The previous winter, a herd of reindeer had migrated close to Rosehall too, leaving tracks in the snow.

Their peace was broken by a knock at the door. Nesta’s heart had swollen with joy – but it wasn’t Azriel who was at the door. A male’s voice sounded, exchanging conversation in Illyrian with Azriel’s mother. Even in the short time the door was opened for, the cold swept in.

The male followed Rovena through to the kitchen, carrying sacks of food, with a slight limp. His clothes were soaked from the beginnings of the storm, so once he’d set the food down, he peeled off his outer layers to hang by the fire.

‘This is Joar, we’ve been friends since… since we were born. I don’t remember you not being in my life.’

‘Poor you.’

When Joar turned to greet Nesta, she held back her gasp. He was Illyrian, with the same brown skin as Rovena and black hair, but the male only had one full wing. The other was torn in half. The edges were jagged and scarred. His face had deep scratches running across it – far, far worse than Lucien’s. And unlike Lucien, he was blind in the eye that had been mauled.

‘And this is Nesta. Azriel’s partner.’

Nesta had stood and kissed him on the cheek, feeling the rough stubble on his skin.

‘Where is the lad?’

Never had Nesta heard a five-hundred-year-old spy master called a lad. Rovena had frozen by the larder where she’d been putting the food away, face snagged with worry.

‘Working. He’ll be back later,’ Nesta said, saving Rovena from explaining their situation.

As he settled at the table, he caught sight of the map they had been examining.

‘We were discussing Illyria. I know so little about it,’ she explained.

Joar gave it an appreciative nod. ‘Did Rovena tell you about our village? It’s just through the mountain path.’ At Nesta’s confused shake of the head, he continued. ‘The most northern village in all of Illyria. They say the toughest males come from there. And the females are the most beautiful.’

Rovena’s cheeks flushed with colour. Joar’s too.

‘They say we have the warmest hearts too to survive the cold.’

‘Azriel is from the north?’

Nesta wished she hadn’t said it. Joar’s face had faltered; the easy smile fracturing to pain. Rovena’s body seized with tension. She swallowed then said, ‘No. Azriel was born in Iron Crest.’

Nesta scrambled to think of another topic, another avenue that wouldn’t cause so much pain in this room. The cats had all taken refuge somewhere else so not even they could be the crutch to lean on.

It was Joar who changed the direction. ‘Dejan pulled in a whale last week. His first one.’

Rather than causing any more damage, Nesta listened in to the conversation between the Illyrians. They stuck to the common tongue to not leave her out, even if both of them staggered sometimes over a word that they weren’t sure of. Fishing seemed to be the staple of the village; any who weren’t warriors enlisted to the Night Court’s armies fished for the village. Or, in this northern climate, hunted seals and whales which provided the fat that the people needed for food and oils.

There was a beautiful friendship between the two. Nesta was happy to watch it unfold in the few hours that Joar visited for. He and Rovena never touched each other, both actively ensuring they didn’t, as they moved through the kitchen preparing an Illyrian lunch just for Nesta to try. They exchanged soft smiles, cooking with a familiarity that only came with many years of sharing their time with each other.

They both said goodbye to him at the front door as he battled against the elements to return to his village and a part of Nesta ached for the life that Rovena could have had.

When Azriel finally returned, the darkness had seized the sky, coming in early with the storm. He was soaked from head to toe, black hair stuck against his scalp. He had opted for flight over winnowing. Likely a self-inflicted punishment for whatever the day had brought.

Thankfully Rovena was upstairs when he arrived. Nesta clamped her hand over her mouth when she saw the lump on his eyebrow and the slash running through it. He didn’t let Nesta embrace him while his clothes were drenched. Only a brief kiss on the cheek was offered instead.

‘I don’t want to lie to you,’ he said, voice hoarse. ‘But I don’t want to tell my mother the truth. Can we pause this conversation until tonight?’

As expected Rovena gasped at his bruises, running her hand against his face once Azriel had showered and dried off. Most of his hair could hide it, but a mother never was blind to her son’s pain. Azriel shook her away.

‘It’s fine. Everything’s fine.’

A lie. A lie that they’d have to face back in Velaris.

There was something not right about Azriel. His shadows were unwilling to leave, coating his body like a blanket even as they gathered around the table. He touched none of his food, even with both females needling at him from both sides. Although he spoke softly with his mother, joined them in the living room where a shadow irritated one of the cats, his mood was sombre.

Nesta almost did not want to go to bed that night and discover exactly what had happened. When he removed his clothes, she finally saw the black bruises up his ribs which had accounted for his ginger movements. He waved it all away, saying it would be gone in the morning and that it wasn’t important.

On the edge of the bed, Nesta sat upon his knee and curled her arms around him. Instead of melding them together, as he usually did, Azriel remained stiff. Their heads dipped together, brushing slightly.

‘How bad was it?’

Azriel could not look at her. It took him three attempts to meet her eyes then he blew out a shaky breath.

‘I hate that I have to tell you.’

‘What is it?’

She cradled the face that she loved so much.

‘I don’t even want to tell you.’

‘Az,’ she persisted.

When Nesta leaned forwards to kiss him, he pulled back as if he’d been struck.

‘Cassian’s your mate.’

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hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

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