#The way he can just drastically change the mood just by speaking is amazing. the whole tone shifted when he went 'my queen'

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Hiii!

Can I request some angst with a happy ending with Malleus and Fem reader?

Like they get into a super bad argument cause of a misunderstanding and reader says a lot of nasty stuff. He now really thinks everybody hates him. But in the end reader apologizes and clears the misunderstanding. A kiss and make up fic?

You don’t say?

Synopsis - Y/n has changed for the worse. Their relationship hasn’t been affected until one night were the spark between Malleus and them falters. Malleus x gender neutral reader agnst and fluff!

Warnings - jealousy, cussing, depressive thoughts, degradation, accusations, Y/n is a bitch. Not proofread!

A/n - I was gonna do a whole series like this like 6 months ago with the twst dorm leaders. Thanks for brining this back 💋.

“He’s definitely my favorite person here.” You exclaimed hugging your best friend Leona tightly. His tail wrapped around you pulling you excessively closer. The crowd of your friends around you chuckled at your remark. Saying how cute your bond had grown. And how Leona was only such a softie for you.

Malleus watched in the corner his mood quickly growing sour. The air in the room grew tense but you were too caught up in Leona to tell. Other people quickly moved from around him scared of the Fae’s capabilities.

Leona caught wind of the tension shooting Malleus a wink as you cuddled him. Malleus's hand gripped the desk chair quickly splitting the wood. The chatter around you was too loud for anyone to notice. But the next person to sit there would fully fall through.

Malleus sprung up and walked out of the room. “What’s he doing,” you asked. “I’m gonna go see what’s up with him guys brb,” you waved. Your groups of friends snickered predicting the bickering that was about to happen.

“Mal stop walking so fast.” You heaved trying to catch up with him. His steps were much larger than yours and you were quickly left jogging next to him. “Why are you leaving we just got here. You begged me to get you an invite why have you changed your mind?”

He came to a sudden halt and you crashed into him. You rubbed your sore face as he faced you. “I thought I was your number one Y/n?” He asked a sad glint in his eyes further apparent from the soft moonlight. The cold air from the open hallway felt like it had knocked you over. “Yes, how could you ask that Mal.”

“You know I love you.” You reassured him squeezing his hand in a tight clasp. “Well, it doesn’t feel that way. Today you invited me out and I get it that I don’t tend to go over well, especially with others but I felt excluded.”

“And then that damn lion being so close to you,” he sighed. He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before you cut him off. “You have gotta stop being so insecure Mal!” You scoffed then rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you a king? You need to act like one then and not like a little boy.”

“Jesus I understand I’m fine but there’s no need for you to be this clingy,” you chuckled. “What I’m saying is there’s no need for you to act like such a loser. You can have a social life if you just get yourself out there. FYI you have to stop being such a coward to do so,” you ranted.

Malleus had never heard you speak to someone in such a rude manner. “I can tell this is your so-called new friend's mannerisms rubbing off on you. Because my love you have changed drastically.” He dropped your hands off of yours the look on his face turned to a disappointed one. “My friends are amazing for your information don’t be mad because you don’t have an asshole,” you spat.

“It’s hard to find people who cherish you,” he admitted. “And here I thought I had one only to be mistaken this whole time.” You would never see Malleus cry he promised himself that once you got into a relationship. But this is the closest you would see him to a breakdown. He bit his lip not wanting to say anymore and his head hung low as he walked away.

Your mind quickly replayed what you had told him regretting it deeply. But you stood in the dark hallway your body held down by shame for too long. By the time you checked for Malleus running around the dark empty hallways until you were out of breath, he was gone.

It didn’t take long for you to find him the next day. And you tried to go up to him but you couldn’t get a word in as Sebek looked at you infuriated. Never had you seen him so red in your entire life. Your face felt hot since he was glaring daggers at you in class. “What’s up with him,” your friend asked? “He’s mad because Malleus and I got into a fight.”

“Ha, really what happened?” It’s not funny and I don’t want to talk about it,” you sulked. “Come on don’t be extra you’ll be okay you’re the bachelor/ bachelorette of this campus you’ll be fine!” No I won’t be fine I fucking loved him,” you screamed.

Your face grew red from embarrassment why did you blow up on your friend like that? You ran out of class surely you were gonna get written up but you didn’t care. You collapsed in the hallway exhausted from all your pent-up anger with yourself.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” you hissed. “Yeah, I’m glad you realized that part,” Ace giggled. “Hey go easy on them can’t you see their upset,” Duece protested. “They didn’t go easy on when they betrayed us for those idiots. Don’t you remember that feeling of humility Duece,” Ace questioned.

Duece sighed having lost their quick argument. “Ace is right,” you frowned. “I a fucking nobody lost my king,” you cried. “Um Y/n you’re making a scene.” You could feel the stares of others around you. You sat up moping out of public view. Ace and Duece followed you around a bit trying to console you.

“It couldn’t have been that bad right?” He said I’m no longer his sweet girl god I want to throw up.” Your voice cracked with sadness. “And I called him an insecure loser without thinking of his feelings,” you added. Ace and Duece gasped.

“You called the future king of Briar Valley a loser,” Ace yelped. “Yes,” you muttered. “Wow, Y/n I’m glad he humbled you honestly,” Ace snickered. “Ace stop it’s clear they didn’t mean it. But seriously Y/n you do have some major audacity. It’s grown considerably in the past couple of months,” Deuce spoke.

You thought about what they had said to you as you walked back in class sitting with your head down on the table. Have you really changed that much over the past couple of months? And why were you undermining everyone else’s feelings? As Malleus would say to you “there’s no need to dwell on the past.”

You would have to sort things out immediately. That's why you snuck into his dorm skipping your last period to do so. You hid in his wardrobe squished between his fancy clothing. His clothes smelled like him and you couldn’t help but inhale them. God it had only been a day and you missed him so much.

You waited and waited for what felt like forever until you finally heard shuffling outside of the wardrobe. Heavy footsteps moved around his room. They grew fainter the clicking sound of his shoes disappearing indicating he took them off.

Your heart started to beat faster as you felt him creeping more and more towards you. “Malleus!” Lila called out to him stopping him in your tracks. “Coming.” His deep voice boomed. God, he was so close to you centimeters away from discovering your position.

But you heard as he walked out of the room answering Lila’s beckoning. You let out a breath relieved and you returned to the comfort of his clothes against your back. That comfort quickly was snatched from you as you were slammed out of the closet. Your body raged with pain as you were held in a chokehold. “Found them,” Silver screamed out.

His angry expression soon fell realizing it was you and not an assassin. “Oh, it’s just you Y/n?” God, I’m sorry,” he winced looking as though he was in more pain than you. Malleus and Lila rushed in with the announcement of your name. “Silver go get Sebek and call off code red.” I’ll leave you two alone.” Lila shut the door behind you and Malleus. You continued to cough still feeling Silvers strong gasp on your throat lingering on your skin.

Malleus stood in the corner not shooting a glance your way. You were the first to talk still out of breath. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” you laughed. But he stood with his arms crossed not amused. “Listen Mal I came here to say I’m sorry. I would’ve talked to you normally but I know Sebek wouldn’t have allowed me.”

“Today in class his glare was so sharp it practically killed me. You chuckled but it died off quickly and awkwardly. Everything was quiet even the activity outside seemed to stop. “I’m sorry Malleus.” You stood up trying to meet his eyes but he remained neutral. “You were right I’ve changed recently. I don’t know if it’s the pressure of this new world getting to me but I’ve become corrupted.”

“I can’t only blame others. I’ve been stupid enough to not see the greatness of what I had. Those months we spent together just lazing around at ramshackle were my happiest ones.” For a minute you thought you still weren’t getting through to him but his weight shifted as he turned towards you.

“I let others flattery get to my head so much that I started to believe it. That was my fault I should’ve known to never trust them. Most of them just wanted to get in my pants like you warned me. But I never listen because I want to believe that people just like me for me.”

“They only want my body so they could experience an “out of this world experience”,” you mocked. “And I was too delusional to listen to you. So I tried to change that by making friends. But I never considered your feelings and how I should have boundaries with them.”

“I was the coward who was too scared to put her relationship before her useless social life.” I pushed so many people away,” you cried. “Fuck I’ve lost everyone important and I still don’t understand why you were mad at me before that,” you wailed.

“I’m sorry Malleus I’m an idiot.” He huffed walking over to you. His hand-picked up your drooping head. “It’s hard to stay mad at you for long even if you’re being bitchy.” You gasped you had never heard him swear. But you deserved it. “I heard about you crying on campus. Silver and Sebek saw you and reported it to me.”

“Thank you for apologizing Y/n what you said hurt my love. But I’m willing to forgive you.” Really,” you exclaimed. “I’m so so sorry Mal you’re not a loser or a coward and you are a perfect king. I was only projecting.” You hugged him so tightly you thought your arms were gonna break. He laughed and your face lit up seeing a familiar sight.

“Promise me one thing, my love?” Hmm,” you perked. “You’ll stop hanging out with that lion and his crew they're ruining you. And that smug bastard is trying to take you from me. He thinks he’s slick.” You heard thunder crack outside with Malleus's statement pushing you even closer to him.

“Sorry I got a bit worked up,” he smirked. “I was just imagining the things I would do to him if he ever got too close.” You said he was your favorite person after all.” I meant he was my favorite beast person in my friend group Mal!” Why would I put him over you?”

“I must’ve misheard you then.” Wow, we were fighting the whole time over this,” you laughed. “I could’ve avoided hurting you.” But then we wouldn’t have reconnected,” he frowned. “You’re right Mal I say let’s kiss and make up.”

“Let’s do just that.” He said locking your lips either his. It had been a while since you last felt a kiss this passionate. You didn’t want to stop breathing no longer matter as you smothered each other. You fell onto his lap looking up at his face which was admiring yours. As stole another kiss from him you felt a change brewing between you. A good one.

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He’s so dramatic I love it

#last life smp #ldshadowlady #rendog #bigbst4tz2 #zombiecleo #did i immediately start drawing after watching that scene? yes- yes i did #all the dialogue is from the lizzie last life ep 3 except I didn't add 'dripping from thy weapon this evening' cause that's too long #Rendog is out here living his best life I love it you go monlogue funky block guy #The way he can just drastically change the mood just by speaking is amazing. the whole tone shifted when he went 'my queen' #real anime manga inspiration for this- i wanted to use the halftone brushes ok? #my art

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My Top 10 Favorite Ducktales Characters

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NO. 10 Hewey Duck

At number 10 is Huey!

Hewey has been my least favorite triplet for most of the series; it by no means he’s a bad character or any of the sorts, Huey is more down to earth compared to other characters. It’s hard to say much about Hewey other than how he’s a sweet, fun character I’m glad is around.

His development in season three was good, though the weakest of the three. Kinda half-baked and rushed, as if the creators thought, “we have to add some Huey development since this is his season.” With Dewey and Louie’s, it felt like their respective seasons revolved around them instead of the other way around. The only episode I really think perfectly gave Huey development and at the same time move the main plot forward fluidly was the “Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks!” with the whole Huey vs. Violet rivalry. Y’know what also sucks. Huey wasn’t even that integral to the finale. That annoys me to no end.

Now, I’m going to end this with positive notes.

What got Huey into the list was his sweet nature and how integral he is to the team’s balance. Every team needs someone who represents order and Huey is just that. Plus, his innocent love for romance is so cute. I love the episode where him and Webby were setting a date up for Fenton and Gandra.

NO. 9 Scrooge McDuck

Scrooge is probably the most interesting protagonist I’ve ever watched. Unlike most of them, he’s more of an anti-hero than a pure hero like Steven Universe or Luz from Owl House.

I don’t really have much to say about him because I don’t love him as much as the characters above him. He probably has the best development- Lena’s rivaling his really well. In the beginning, Scrooge was a grumpy miser but now, thanks to the kids, his heart is softer and more open. His cheapness is annoying, but the good qualities overthrow the bad.

Scrooge most likely would’ve been higher in the list if “The Life & Crimes of Scrooge McDuck” didn’t happen- or at least occurred in season two instead since humility and hard work was the main theme. The writers went overboard showing the audience how bad of a person Scrooge was in the past, especially with him taking advantage of the poor villagers and leaving them in their states-without even helping them. This episode downgraded Scrooge pretty badly.

NO. 8 Donald Duck

Although on the lower half of the list, I still hold so much love and respect for this version of Donald. He’s such a massive improvement from his previous iteration. The creators made him kind and strong-willed but kept his anger issues. Though, they turned that flaw into a more comedic and positive aspect of Donald since he uses that intense anger to protect his family. Speaking of that, his relationship with the triplets is absolutely adorable. He loves and protects them like a great father, and I’m still a bit peeved that characters didn’t acknowledge that more. Instead, their relationship was sidelined and pretty much haphazardly... replaced-I don’t know if that’s the right word- with May and June.

Another thing that annoyed me was Donald’s voice treatment. The creators pretty much portrayed his speaking problem as a joke, which is terrible. I hope to goodness that children with speaking troubles don’t take those “jokes” to heart because there is nothing wrong with having a different voice. It’s also surprising how much characters mostly don’t understand him when I can seventy percent of the time. This complaint is more towards season one since that was the season where most of the jokes happened.

Anyways, I hope this Donald will start a new beginning for the next iterations of him. A nice guy who has anger issues but means well. Same with him and Daisy’s relationship-another massive improvement the writers did. They are such a great couple from the episodes we got with them and this dynamic should continue.

NO. 7 Webby Vanderquack

Another character who was massively improved was the great Webby Vanderquack!

In the original series, she was a boring damsel-in-distress with no personality-pretty much like the earliest Disney princesses. The ‘17 creators did such a great job molding reboot Webby into a character who can kill you with kindness or impressive fighting skills. This pink-loving queen is probably the sweetest character I’ve ever met; I just want to hug her.

I love her optimism and caring personality. She was able to change Lena for the better and not give up on her when almost everyone did. Webby is the best friend you can have.

While I’m not fully on board with the Webby finale twist, I really liked how her interest in the McDucks played some big part of the finale. Do I wish it was in different circumstances? Yes, but I’m still glad Webby got an important moment for herself. That interrogation scene was very emotional; seeing Beakley fully breakdown like she did was shocking and really set the mood of how pivotal that moment. I literally almost cried seeing Webby so heartbroken by her grandmother’s lies- this pink baby deserves all the love in the world. At least she found out the truth and gained a parental figure in her life.

NO. 6 Louie Duck

I’ve gotta admit; I did not like Louie that much at the start of the show. Greedy and selfish characters usually don’t get my love, but season two changed. A lot more depth was added to him such as his insecurities and anxieties. I struggle with these issues and it was nice to see a character show that as well. One of my favorite arcs was Louie’s trouble connecting with Della; it was realistic and not rushed. While watching this season, I was often having trouble connecting with people, even old friends. Sort of having someone experiencing them alongside me made me feel less insecure and lonely.

His development was really good too, from beginning to end. At first, Louie was someone who was willing to execute every angle no matter how much it could hurt his loved ones. Yet, he grew to be a humbler person who now knows the consequences of his angles. A favorite episode of mine is “The Richest Duck in the World” because of this development. Seeing Louie clean the Bombei’s shoes with Scrooge made my heart melt.

What lowered him down to number eight was season three. There were a few episodes that backtracked Louie’s development like “The Trickening” and “The Fight for Castle McDuck” episodes. He was a real jerk towards Huey for no reason. It frustrated me enough to affect this list. And I also prefer other characters more.

NO. 5 Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera

You can’t expect me to not put this quirky and adorable dork in the top five! He’s one of the best boys in the show. Him being voiced by the great Lin-Manuel Miranda does add some bonus points- you can tell I’m a big Hamilton fan.

Like Webby, Fenton was drastically improved. He became this sweet, scatterbrained scientist who only wants to help people. I instantly fell in love with him. And it got even better when Fenton became Gizmoduck- my second favorite DT hero. He deserved so much more screen time, especially in season 3; “Beaks in the Shell” was not a good enough episode for Fenton and his relationship with Gandra. There should’ve been more. The finale moments he had was not satisfying enough, particularly him and DW sort of team up. It was rushed.

If a Darkwing Duck reboot takes place in the ’17 universe then Fenton must be a major character- at least show up in ten episodes a season. A Gizmoduck and Darkwing crossover is essential, and I will riot if it that doesn’t happen. And more Fandra, my fifth -maybe fourth- favorite ship.

I also had a big crush on Fenton back in season one. You can’t help but love him this sweety pie. This pretty much influenced thirty percent of his placement.

NO. 4 Launchpad McQuack

This muscular dummy is amazing! He brings a sense of comedy and light to every episode he is in. It’s infectious as h*ll!

I liked Launchpad instantly. He’s kind and wants the best for people. Optimistic characters are almost the best characters. They are great reminders of how there are still many good people in the world. Whenever I’m down and watch Ducktales, LP makes me feel a lot better with his dumb yet endearing moments. My favorite jokes are literally LP sending Beakley an invitation saying not to come and when he tried to make small talk with Gosalyn at the window; I can never stop laughing at those moments.

There are times when Launchpad’s dumbness irks me, but his good qualities overthrow that. Though, I wish he wasn’t used too much as comedy relief; LP had the potential to gain more development than what he got. I’ll give an example. Learning about his family would’ve been great to know- an appearance wouldn’t have hurt either. It could’ve opened a reason to why LP cares about Scrooge’s opinion and cares about him like a dad. Maybe there’s some bitterness in LP’s relationship with his dad and that’s why he doesn’t talk about his parents. Loopey not being introduced was a missed opportunity. Big brother Launchpad is all I need.

I also have a small crush on Launchpad, though mostly for his personality and voice. He’s still cute *wink.*

NO. 3 Drake Mallard

We made it to the top three! With the dashing caped crusader Darkwing Duck starting us off!

It’s funny how much I love a character who’s only appeared in like five-maybe six- episodes enough to put him in the top three. I had some trouble defining many reasons why I love him; it’s this weird connection I have with DW. He’s this dorky dummy who loved a big part of his childhood enough to make it his reality, yet I love him so much.

I think what made me fall in love with him was how similar we are. Like him, I was a meek person who got pushed a few times- either physically or mentally. Those times also inspired me to grow stronger and be an inspiration for the next generation. I can be pretty clumsy too(lol). Characters I see myself in are usually really high in my love list and it shouldn’t be surprising that Drake is one of them.

His kind and genuine nature was also what drew me in. And, I just made this realization, this is the first time I don’t prefer the original iteration over the latest one. I still love ‘91 Drake but he’s too arrogant.

Unlike the original DW, Drake became a hero to help others- though a wish for glory played a bit of a part too. This clumsy, stuttering actor took a step to become his hero and a future one for children like him. That’s admirable. His lovable personality also being so cute enough for me to want to give a big hug is a good addition.

NO. 2 Lena Sabrewing

Hands down Lena had the best development!

She started off as this distant loner who followed the gray area of morality. Now, Lena is a part of this loving family and her own person. A few of her episodes are my favorites, such as “Friendship Hates Magic!” and “A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill.” They are well-written episodes and hit me in the feels.

Like Louie and Drake, I see myself in Lena. There are times I’ve been afraid I’ll take on my family’s bad habits or turn like them. That’s why I love “A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill!” Watching Lena try to be good enough and feeling insecure reminded me of the dark times I usually think about. There are even times I have dreams of these issues. The creators must have been inspired by me (lol). Though, I am kind of jealous of Lena because of how great her friends are. I want friends like Webby and Violet.

Even so, I do have some issues with Lena. Her magic arc was not written as well as her previous arcs. This might be more of a personal opinion than anything, but I’m still going to say it. Lena learned to control her magic too quickly, and it was treated as more like a plot device. And a shaking one at that. For example, in “The Split Sword of Swanstantine” Lena was able to stop time and send her and Huey into his mindscape. But, somehow, she couldn’t conjure a burst of energy to attack Steelbeak; granted, Huey mentioned that, yet Lena’s reasoning was dumb. Attacking someone with magic is way easier than doing what she did. I’m a little lenient on this since that idea lead to more Huey development, though I’m still going to critique it.

A great thing about Lena learning was her temporary outfit change. She looks absolutely amazing in light colors, which I didn’t expect, and her hair design is what I saw she would look good in. The eye shape is kind of weird.

Lena’s magic mode is in my list of cosplays.

NO. 1 Dewey Duck

Finally, number one is Dewey Duck!

Dewey has stolen my heart since the beginning. His positivity and fun nature always make me smile, even during the toughest times.

In my opinion, Dewey has the best arc/development of the triplets. His arc trying to find out what happened to his mother was what kept me watching Ducktales and helped me see why this show is so special. Many of my favorite moments are in season one, specifically ones involving Dewey. For instance, the scene in “The Last Crash of the Sunchaser!” where Dewey was willing to risk his life to get the last piece of paper and possibly solve what happened to Della was emotional. Hearing the desperation in his voice while pleading with Scrooge to tell him what happened hit me hard. I can’t imagine how much pain HDL have gone through not knowing what happened and thinking they aren’t allowed to ask. It would be terrible to experience.

Another moment I loved was in “The Spear of Selene.” It was when Dewey was hesitant to know what happened as the possibility that Della was a bad person grew more prominent. He looked so defeated admitting that realization and it reminded me of myself. There were moments when I realized that my parents were not as good as I thought. It hurt me a lot. At least sweet Dewey didn’t have to go through that. The scene when Dewey started tearing up seeing his mom in the sphere was also heartwarming. I wanted to give him the biggest hug.

Dewey’s insecurities of not being good enough and to be loved is what I struggle with too. Its kind of different because I have trouble believing anyone loves me while he wants everybody to like him. Confidence is not my forte.

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brother-in-law | two

masterlist | tip jar

yandere!aizawa where he is married to your sister but circumstances keep making things less than ideal

the amount of people that asked me for a part two of this made me soooo happy - i’m so glad people like my writing! this part is going to move away from the halloween theme that it was originally written in

this is my late christmas present to you

warnings: 18+ themes, mentions of covid-19 (i thought i would make it topical) cheesy circumstances, guilt, yandere themes, toxic relationship and of course, family

Part 1 | Part 2

That night still played on repeat in your head, you felt terrible. Of course, you hadn’t mentioned it to anyone, not a single living soul -unless you counted your many potted plants- knew about what happened in those short couple of seconds. But for some reason, it kept you up at night.

Shota had moved in next door pretty quickly. Your sister had banged on your door the day he arrived, and asked you to help bring in all of the two boxes he had brought with him, one was filled with work clothes and his uniforms for his Hero work, and the other was a coffee machine. That sounded about right.

At least it gave you an excuse to be nosey and see what his space looked like, you weren’t surprised when it was exactly the same as yours, just with less furniture. It had all the essentials in the kitchen, that came with the apartment, but that was it. The living room was bare, only a couch and a TV, it was a skeleton of an apartment and reminded you of when you first moved in.

He had lived next door for a month, causing no trouble, barely even seeing him apart from passing in the corridor when you were going to get laundry or going somewhere when he was coming back from school - your schedules meant that you would always be coming back from work before him and he was leaving for work before you.

That was until one night when you decided to bring someone home after a girls night out on a Friday evening. If truth be told, you had rarely ever done the whole one night stand thing, but it had been a while and you needed to get your mind off Shota.

You were more than a little bit drunk, and so was the guy, you barely knew this man, but you knew his name and that he worked for the same company as you. Either way, you had spent the night in bed with him- and up the wall, on the couch and various other places. It was fun. And you even got to ignore the awkward morning conversation when you woke up and he was nowhere to be seen.

It was all going so well, until you decided to check your phone, seeing a text from ‘Maybe Shota’, you weren’t sure how he got your number but if you had to guess you would have said it was your sister. Your heart dropped when you read the words that had been sent to you at 4:32am “Next time you get that drunk, text me to come get you so you don’t bring the bar home with you”, if he was awake at that time there was no doubt that he had heard you.

Trying to shake off the embarrassment you were feeling you decided to start your Saturday morning off with a mug of coffee on the balcony, it was 8:02am and luckily not feeling as groggy as you thought you were going to.

Besides, watching the sunrise from your bean bag on the balcony was worth waking up early for.

It was peaceful and distracted you from all the madness that was going on at the moment.

That was, until you heard the sliding door to your left open and close, it seemed like someone had the same idea as you. “Good morning” you heard a deep grumbly voice say, he had clearly just woken up as well, giving him that rough morning-voice. “Good morning” you said back politely, this was the first thing you had said to each other in over a month since you helped him move in.

“How’s the hangover?” He asked, being annoyingly more talkative than normal, “You know, hanging” you mumbled, half-assing a joke. He turned to face you, seemingly concerned “I have some aspirin if you want some?” He gestured to his apartment behind him, “No no no” you laughed to yourself, “I was joking, I’m fine, I didn’t drink that much” you confessed.

He pushed some air out of his nose harshly in as an unhumoured laugh, “Could have fooled me” he commented dryly. You didn’t really know what to say back, so you said nothing, to be completely honest he still made you nervous.

“Have you spoken to your sister recently?” He asked you in a rather drastic change in subject, that pit of guilt in your stomach started to gurgle, “Not really, why?” You were becoming concerned that something had happened to her and you hadn’t been told yet.

Shota looked down into his coffee and then up out at the morning sky, you were trying not to stare at the side of his face but the way you were sitting in your bean bag made it a bit hard, “Just wondered” he shrugged, “She’s not very happy with the new restrictions on travel” he continued.

“Oh” the sound that left your mouth was barely audible, but you realised he was talking about the pandemic that was going on worldwide. “I had a feeling she wouldn’t like them” you added to your noise, you realised that you weren’t really giving him much of a conversation when he clearly wanted to get something off his chest.

He huffed and you watched the air leaving his mouth turn into a visible cloud in the sky, it was starting to get colder, “I’m guessing she wants you to go home?” You said for him, you knew your sister and she didn’t do well being on her own without someone to wait on her every whim, Shota nodded in agreement. “But I can’t” he leaned forward, putting his forearms on the railing and dangerously hanging his coffee mug off the edge while holding it with both hands, “My school is still open, they’ve said places of education don’t need to close” he was visibly distressed by it.

Another sigh left his mouth as he stood up straight again, he was fidgeting, something you’d never see him do. “She’s not happy with me” was all he said as he subconsciously fiddled with his wedding ring, “When is she ever happy with you?” You inputted as a joke, but when he rolled his eyes behind closed lids, you knew you were right.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this” he shook his head while he apologised and finally looked towards you - you were wearing your pyjama shorts and a vest, but the way his eyes trailed up your legs, across your chest and eventually to your face, made you feel as though you were wearing nothing. You watched his Adam’s Apple wobble in his throat as he swallowed his saliva.

He had locked eyes with you, and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of your lungs, immediately you were back in your parents house with his arm around your waist as you danced to the music. “It’s fine, you can talk about anything with me” you found yourself saying, his tongue darted out between his parted lips to wet them, and you had to admit your mouth was getting dry too.

“Yeah, you too” he muttered, luckily your balconies were connected but with a small metal railing down the middle, otherwise you wouldn’t have heard him, “Can talk to me about anything I mean’ he explained, not that you needed an explaination - “I stay up quite late so don’t feel bad knocking on my door at any time” his eyes were basically begging you to come over.

“I will” you said, before thinking, “Uh- I mean, you know” you stuttered, you had gotten too lost in his gaze that you’d forgotten how to speak. You watched his soft expression turn into a sideways smirk as he had realised what he had done.

“I should let you go, I’m sure you’ve got loads of papers to grade” you awkwardly stood up and shouted a goodbye before basically slamming your sliding door closed.

Placing your hand on your chest, you could feel your heart pounding through your rib cage and into your palm. You needed to get yourself under control, you thought to yourself. It wasn’t right to be thinking of Aizawa this way, he was your sister’s husband for Christ sake. It didn’t matter how many times you told yourself this, your heart would still flutter whenever you thought about him or heard your name.

Later that night, you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket, and then you saw the screen your stomach dropped as it filled with a sick feeling of guilt, it was your sister.

“Hey!” You smiled as you swiped to answer the video call, “Hey” she said in a less than emphusiastic tone, “What’s up?” You asked as you propped your phone up on the side and continued to cook your dinner, “My idiot husband” she snarled, she was obviously in one of her moods - you couldn’t help the little voice in your head saying ‘He’s not an idiot’.

You decided it was best not to say anything and just let her talk, she was going to start her monologue either way, she took a deep breath in as she began “He wont listen to me! I’ve told him to come home so many times and he just wont, I don’t understand why he wont listen to what I say” she was clearly very angry, almost like she had just finished an argument and wanted to get someone on her side.

It was an amazement to you how you had managed to be in between this couple drama considering they barely spoke to you before now.

Her pause was long enough to tell you that she wanted an answer, “With all the new travel restrictions, I don’t think he has a choice” you tried to say it in the most level headed and logical way you could, you couldn’t take sides in this. But your sister wasn’t having any of it, “Of course he has a choice! He still travels to his school every day” she put emphasis on the word ‘travels’ as she tried to use your own words against you, again you couldn’t help yourself from defending him, “That’s his job, he has to go there” but your pleas were falling on deaf ears.

The next 20 minutes was her explaining all the reasons as to why she was right and how Aizawa was wrong, after the second objection you realised how useless it was. “So I told him-“ your sister was finally starting to conclude her lecture, “-it’s me or the school” you were half-listening to her at this point, but that made you stop and think over whether or not you actually heard what she just said or if you thought it up.

“You didn’t actually say that to him did you?” You took a sip of your drink and turned back towards the camera, you had been out of shot all this time and she was too busy talking about herself that she didn’t even notice, “Of course I did’ she said as though she was proud of it.

“What did he say?” You prodded, interested in how he would have handled that situation, all the years you’d known Aizawa you could never picture him having the energy for such an argument. “He hung up the phone” she said flatly, and you had to stop yourself from spitting out a laugh. Of course he did.

“So what now?” You were probably asking more questions than you should about your sister’s relationship, “I think I’m going to give him the week, and if he doesn’t come home I’ll start filing for a divorce”, that time you actually did spit out your drink. “That’s a bit drastic don’t you think?!” You were shocked she would say such a thing.

The way your sister was, she had never worked a day in her life, all the income to her house was from your parents and Aizawa. If they got a divorce then she would have to go back to work, and that’s not what your sister would want to do at all - this had to be for effect.

“No, I don’t think so. If he doesn’t want to come home to me now then he doesn’t want to be with me” she sounded as though she had fully convinced herself of this, “I have to go, but keep an eye on him for me, will you? And let me know if he has any guests over” you knew exactly what she meant by that. You weren’t happy with what she was implying.

“I will’ you lied, you had no intention of keeping an eye on him, his business was his business and you had to find a way to distract yourself from all of this, focusing on what he was doing would definitely make it worse.

With that she hung up, and almost immediately after you heard a slam come from next door. Your brain told you to go and check on him and make sure he was okay, in your opinion, your sister was being out of line. But you couldn’t say that.

You felt as though it was your duty to Aizawa to tell him what your sister had told you, but you hated drama and wanted nothing more than to not be apart of it. Instead you opted for a short and simple text that said ‘I hope you’re okay, if you need anything let me know’ you prayed that he didn’t think into it too much, but you still checked your phone every half an hour to see if he had read your message.

Another week of avoiding Aizawa as best you could, and restrictions only got worse. You had moved to working from home completely remotely now, which you enjoyed because it meant you could work in your pyjamas and no one could tell you otherwise.

You were starting to get comfortable, until everything started to go wrong.

As you stepped into your shower and twisted the knob to turn on the water, you let out a guttural screech when only freezing cold water came rushing out onto your unsuspecting body. Jumping out of the shower as quickly as you could and wrapping yourself in a towel, you went and checked on the plumbing. Sure enough, the hot water was gone.

You ran the water in the sink in the bathroom, and in the kitchen, all the water was freezing cold. Before you could investigate too far, there was a pounding at your door and you heard your name being yelled, when you opened it you saw Shota looking at you with concern. Subconsciously, you pulled your towel up to cover more of your chest, this was the second time he would be seeing you this way.

“Are you okay? I heard screaming” his voice was raspy and he was clearly out of breath, something you didn’t think someone as athletic as him could be. “Yeah, I’m fine” you laughed as you visibly saw him relax, “My hot water’s gone, I wasn’t expecting the cold water” you explained as he stopped looking over your shoulder into your apartment.

He stood up straighter now that the potential danger was gone, you noticed how he had his scarf bundled up in his hand as though he had quickly grabbed it on his way out. “My water is fine, you can come and use mine” he offered to you, gesturing to his apartment door.

You didn’t know what to say, you really wanted a shower but would it be weird to use your brother-in-law’s shower? Standing there with beads of cold water still running down your shoulders, you shivered and that made up your mind, you wanted hot water.

“One second” you held up a finger before going to your bedroom and grabbing the clothes you were going to wear as well as your body wash, shampoo and conditioner, if you were going to do this you may as well get everything so you didn’t have to walk back to your apartment naked.

Exiting your bathroom you almost dropped everything you were holding when you nearly collided with Shota. You were about to ask him what he was doing but it was obvious that he was being nosey and wanting to take a look at your space.

It was your fault for leaving the front door wide open, that’s probably why he came in, he thought you were inviting him in with the open door.

“Ready?” he asked you in a low voice, you didn’t audibly respond, but you nodded at him and he lead the way.

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The One Withg Whiskey Eyes || 11 || Chained and Free

Warnings: Descriptions of Abuse, violence, Panic Attacks.

Words: 3600+

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~11~

Her cheeks hurt. Never in her life had Iris smiled for so long that her cheek muscles actually ached and prompted her to rub them to alleviate the soreness. But sitting across from BT as he regaled stories of some of the things he’d gotten into over the years had her nearly hyperventilating. He seemed to have one goal in mind, and that was to make her laugh as much as he could before they needed to part ways. “Barry wasn’t happy, I nearly broke my nose that time,” he went on, explaining when he was trying to do something called parkour and had misjudged a distance between two stone pillars.

 “I can’t even imagine how much that must have hurt,” Iris stuttered out with a hand over her mouth to hide the fact that she hadn’t been able to swallow her bite of pizza because of her laughing.

 “Exactly why I never tried it again,” he agreed with her off-hand as he lifted his glass of coke in a mock-cheer. Iris, still smiling, did the same before taking a careful sip to finally swallow the bite of pizza that had been caught in her cheek while laughing. “Didn’t stop me from working out, though.”

“I at least hope you’re more careful now,” she added on, lifting her slice up to bite into the crust, the last of the slice that remained.

 BT leaned back in his seat and clapped his hand over his heart. “I am. Scouts honour.”

 Iris discretely raised an eyebrow as she swallowed her bite. “Were any of you actually in the scouts?” she pondered, to which BT just offered a crooked grin and a wink as he dropped his hand and picked up another slice of their pizza. Iris knew that she wasn’t going to be able to eat anymore after this slice, having only the appetite for two, but BT was already half-way through his forth as she wiped the grease from her fingers.

 “No wonder you’re so skinny, you don’t eat anything!” BT pointed out once he’d polished off his piece, wiping of his hands as well.

 Iris just shrugged her boney shoulders. She’d never really eaten a lot, even before she ran away from home. It was just how she was built; a small amount of food kept her well-fed and energized for enough time to go by before she ate again. Kevin’s body was large enough and the alters kept it in good shape, so they probably needed to eat a lot more to keep their physique.

 “Just the way I am,” she answered. “It makes it much easier when I need to get groceries, since a small amount last me for about two weeks when I’m careful. If you all buy groceries the same way Luke does, it’s a wonder you can afford it.”

 BT snorted at the mention of the other man. “Luke’s got no clue what he’s doing when it’s his turn to do the shopping. This guy will just remember things that everyone’s had in the past and buy whatever comes to mind; usually means he’s just getting a bunch of junk. I’m pretty sure he spent over a hundred dollars in the snack aisle alone, and forgot to get things like bread, or fruit.”

 Iris grinned as she thought back to the amount of junkfood that was in his cart; however, she had also spotted a couple of healthier foods, like a bag of apples and some bananas. “Well, you guys are the ones who make him go.”

 BT let out a groan of complaint as his head dropped back to land on the wall behind his seat—he was too tall for it to hit the cushioned back to their seats. “Don’t remind me. And we never learn, either. We always think he’ll remember better from the last time, but we’re wrong.”

 Shaking her head, Iris couldn’t believe the normalcy that came about when bringing up another one of the personalities in Kevin’s body. It was easy to forget that they all shared a body; the way they acted and spoke about one another made it truly seem like they were all individual people, living their everyday lives separately yet in the same home. She never would have been able to guess that this was what it would be like to meet someone with D.I.D, let alone for it to be her soulmates.

 Before they could continue the conversation, one of the younger guys that worked there came up to their table, noticing that they had stopped eating the pizza from where he had taken over behind the counter. “Hey, you guys want a to-go box for the rest of that?” he asked with a nod to the remaining half of their pizza.

 “Yea, could you divide it into two for us?” BT asked before Iris had a chance to speak, causing her to straighten in surprise. She didn’t even get a chance to protest before BT pointed at her in silent warning, mirth colouring his features. “No, you’re taking half.”

 Pursing her lips and holding his stare, she only lasted for two seconds before huffing and leaning back in surrender. The worker chuckled before he collected the pan from the table and took it behind the counter to box up for them. “You eat more than me; I didn’t need half of it.”

 “What kind of gentleman would I be?” he retorted with a smirk.

 “Well, you did pay for the entire thing,” Iris pointed out, but BT just waved his hand as though to push the comment aside. So far, she hadn’t won a single thing when it came to their mini-arguments. She had a strong feeling that the score wasn’t to change any time soon. “Thank you, BT. Dinner was amazing; I hadn’t had pizza in a while and this was perfect.”

 BT’s expression softened as he gazed into the gentleness of her eyes, knowing how dangerous it could be to get lost in them. “Any time, doll. And I mean that.”

 Their food was brought back in take-away containers, like mini-pizza boxes, and the two stood up to leave. Iris pulled her coat back on, preparing to head back out into the chill of the day, especially now that it had gotten later and most likely cooler. “You got work again tomorrow?” BT asked as he took the two boxes while she pulled on her gloves.

 “Yea, another morning shift,” she answered, some of the fatigue entering her tone. “Hopefully a dull day, after this morning,” she added on a moment later, smiling to him as they made their way in the direction of the exit. BT made sure to wave at the man behind the counter, shouting a farewell and receiving one in return. “What about you? Work tomorrow?”

 “Yea, Barry’s got a meeting or something so all the luck to him,” he answered easily, having no problem referring to the other alter like it was an everyday occurrence. Although, she supposed that for them it would be.

 Iris stuck close to BT as they made their way back in the direction of her apartment, passing her work and all of the other people making their way home for the evening. The conversation between them was light, keeping away from any topics that may dampen the mood from the evening. She deliberately kept away from mentioning work as often as possible, since she noticed it caused him to tense and glare briefly ahead every time he thought about what had happened at her work. He, in turn, avoided bringing up topics pertaining to family and growing up with soulmarks. She didn’t outwardly react when such things came up, but he could see it in her eyes that it was drawing dark memories to the surface.

 Neither wanted the other to have anything but pleasant thoughts, enjoying the remainder of their time together.

 “Thank you for dinner,” Iris began with a smile as they approached her building. “And for…everything else.”

 BT’s expression softened as he stopped just shy of her building’s front entrance. He wanted so badly for the evening to continue, but they both had responsibilities that they couldn’t just forget or put aside. “You’ve made my life worth it, doll. Especially when I get to see that smile.” His admission brought a luminous flush to her cheeks, prompting her to duct her head in embarrassment. “Now, now, none of that.”

 Shaking her head and trying to relieve the heat in her face, Iris inhaled deeply and stepped forward with whatever courage was left in her. Wrapping her arms tightly around BT’s middle, the man was frozen in surprise as she gave him a tight hug, the first touch that she had initiated since they’d met. “Goodnight, BT.”

 Finally moving, BT returned her embrace and pulled her in even closer as one of his hands stroked along the back of her head. Her hair was soft to the touch, like silk beneath his hand. “’Night, Doll. Sleep well.”

 Drawing back from one another, Iris peeked up at him through her eyelashes, the ghost of a smile still on her lips, before she turned to head inside with her half of their leftovers. BT remained where he was standing, watching her through the glass window of the door as she turned to the stairwell. Casting one more glance in his direction, he immediately lifted his hand to wave. Her smile bloomed full again as she waved in answer before ducking quickly into the stairwell and out of sight.

 BT smiled to himself while turning back the way they’d come, heading toward the zoo. “Oh, we’re in trouble now,” he muttered to himself, thinking of their little soulmate.

 Iris was smiling her entire trip up the stairs, her mood having improved drastically since that morning. BT did an amazing job of taking the edge off of her fear, leaving her feeling safe even after an altercation that was advancing into the physical. Cheeks aching from smiling so long, the taste of pizza still on her tongue and the memory of BT’s warmth as she hugged him goodnight were all too good to forget or dampen her mood.

 Until she arrived at her apartment.

 Stopping short at her door, Iris’s face paled at a piece of paper taped to her door. Keep them covered.

 She knew that writing. It was her father’s writing; messy and thick, in permanent marker with significant pressure behind the writing utensil. Glancing quickly down the hall in fright, there was no one else out of their homes. Even though she knew she was alone, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and Iris quickly ripped the paper from the door, leaving behind the tape and a tiny tear from the page. Darting into her apartment through the minimal space she allowed it to open, the frightened woman immediately turned and began sliding locks into place.

 It took significantly longer than usual, her hands shaking terribly and causing her fingers to fumble with the thin locks.

 She could hear the shake of her breath through the pounding of her heart; any other outside sound was blocked out. Stepping away after the last lock slid into place, Iris turned to examine her apartment. The rush of blood made it difficult, however, as the edge of her vision blackened and blurred.

 Her legs gave out as she approached her bed, leaving her knees to hit the floor with a slam that ricocheted up her bones. She barely felt the pain, however, as her hands slammed against the bed in a desperate attempt to catch herself. Throat tight and lungs burning like they were filled with acid, Iris could feel the terrifying chill beginning to spread up to her cheeks as she struggled against her own body’s reaction.

 Breathe. I can’t breathe.

 From her knees to her hip, Iris’s fisted hands tugged her comforter from the bed as she fell, trying desperately to keep herself up in some way. It was useless. Her overactive breathing was taking control, the panic from years and years of memories and fear, all coming back, became too much. Too much. The crinkle of paper from the note still clutched in her hand penetrated her senses, barely audible through the rush of blood and air, but just enough.

 Keep them covered.

 Her marks. She’d been careless. At ease with her soulmates, she’d become careless and let herself relax enough to not worry. To not fear. It was the fear that had gotten her this far; fears had kept her safe all these years.

 Her back hit the floor as her heavy, hyperactive breaths became distraught wheezes. One hand gripping the paper tight enough to rip and tear it, the other gripping the blanket for some kind of desperate leverage, then Iris’s vision faded out completely.

 BT stopped in the middle of the street, an odd discomfort starting in his chest. He didn’t see the man with angry, whiskey eyes as he marched passed from the direction of his soulmate’s apartment.

 Iris whimpered as her father tightened her scarf around her neck to a dangerous degree; she could feel the uncomfortable press against her trachea that caused her breaths to wheeze suddenly. “How many times have I told you? Huh? Keep this damn thing on, or wear the turtlenecks we gave you!”

 “I…I’m sorry. I was hot,” Iris tried to explain, her voice small and pained as she looked down at the floor beneath her father’s leather shoes.

 “Shut up,” he snapped, preventing her from going any further. “You think I care? I don’t. If those damn words hadn’t appeared, you wouldn’t have to do this now would you?”

 She knew not to speak against her father, it would end badly, but the words left before her young mind thought the action through, “I don’t control them, I didn’t make it happen.”

 It didn’t take more than a split second for her to regret ever opening her mouth—she should have stayed silent; she’d known to stay silent but for some stupid reason she’d spoken anyway. In the next instant, her father’s hand flew across her cheek with such force that she was turned and thrown backward, colliding with the doorframe to the dining room. Her eyebrow split upon impact with the corner of the wood as blood welled to the surface instantly. It was hot against her skin, like someone was pouring hot syrup down her face.

 The feeling was frighteningly familiar by that point.

 “Howard!” her mother shrieked, spotting the blood as Iris dazedly sat on the floor with tears burning in her eyes. A smear of blood on the pristine white of the doorframe marked where her head had struck. “You idiot. How are we going to explain that!” her mother demanded, marching over to Iris and grabbing her upper arm roughly to pull her up from the floor. She didn’t care if she caused bruises. Her arms could be covered, those bruises could be hidden.

 Her cheek and eyebrow could not.

 “Fucking brat was talking back. You know I won’t stand for any of her bullshit!”

 Iris was manhandled less than pleasantly in the direction of the bathroom, her mother still shouting at her father. She had school the next day, and she had already been called in sick too many times for people not to begin to suspect. The physical pain was terrible; her head was throbbing and her eye burned where some blood had gotten into it from the split in her brow—she could feel it beginning to swell around the cut. She could already feel her cheek swelling and it was obvious to her that a bruise was soon to form as well.

 The internal pain, the emotion pain, was worse. Her parents did not care one bit that their daughter was bruised and bleeding; they were worried about getting caught as the cause for her injuries. She was a hated freak in her family, meant to be barely seen, never heard, and surely never remembered.

 She had no friends to go to, no family that cared, and no soulmates to match the many marks littering her body.

 The pounding in her head was one of the first things that she noticed. Her mouth was uncomfortably dry, with her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth, and her world spun like she’d been drinking for hours. The second thing she noticed was the shriek of her phone’s ring, distant and muffled against her spinning senses. The phone remained where she had left it in her bag, which was sitting just next to her front door.

 Opening her eyes slowly, and painfully, Iris winced at the seemingly booming volume of her phone. Having been lying on the floor, her back ached and she knew that her knees were going to be bruised from the earlier impact. Even though her breathing and blood-pressure seemed to have evened out once she’d fallen unconscious, Iris could feel her heart beginning to speed in her chest once more. The fear was coming back, gripping her like a monster determined to drag her into the darkness.

 Rolling slowly onto her side, Iris flinched at the crumple of paper still in her palm. Chucking the ruined note away from her as though it was aflame, she turned her attention to her discarded bag. Digging into the pockets, she produced her phone only a moment too late as the ringing finally ceased. The caller’s identification was still across the screen, however, and Iris swallowed thickly at the ‘unknown name, unknown number’ that glared back at her.

 She didn’t receive random calls from those who weren’t on her contacts. It wasn’t something that she did. And even though she’d given her number to Barry, she’d only kept in contact with him and the other alters via email. Curling onto her side and tiredly drawing her knees up into her chest, Iris released a shuddering breath while attempting to keep herself from having a repeat attack.

 Her father had been in her building.

 Somehow, without her noticing, he’d been lurking around her like a shadow and had seen her expose her marks. Most likely, he now knew she’d met her soulmates—or in his mind, one of her soulmates. It wasn’t likely that he’d realized her soulmate was a sufferer of D.I.D, and therefore combined all twenty-three into one physical body.

 A buzz from her phone had her looking down at the device in her hand. The icon for a voicemail was at the top of the screen, setting her heart into immediate overdrive. She did not want to press it. She did not want to know who was calling. Yet, in the same instant, she desperately wished that if she listened to the message it might prove that it was just a wrong number, or a marketer trying to get her money.

 Drawing herself slowly into a sitting position while she pulled her comforter around herself—even still wearing her coat and gloves—for warmth and childish reassurance, Iris tapped the icon to open her voicemail.

 Entering her passcode and listening to the faint tone that came before a robotic female voice, declaring one new message, Iris tapped on the screen again to listen.

 “Keep them covered. Don’t make me tell you again.”

 Gasping in near pain as the phone fell from her hand, Iris leaned back against her heavily as her eyes immediately burned with tears of fear and pain. “I can’t do this again,” she sobbed to herself, hands immediately clawing into her hair. The scars her body bore had made her strong, that was the truth, but there was nothing else in this world that she feared more than her parents.

 Especially her father.

 Near the end of living with them, she’d been getting big enough that she could push back against her mother. She could slap her hands away, run before she caught up. Her father, on the other hand, would always be too big for her. He could grab her by one arm and lift her clear off her feet. He’d done it before, throwing her around like she was nothing more than a ragdoll.

 “I can’t,” she sobbed, curling in on herself more tightly. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

 I can’t, I’m so sorry but I can’t.

 Her words to Barry were a haunting memory now, and she hated remembering that she had said that to him. However, it was a dark, glaring window into her mind most of the time.

 To think she could be happy. Finding her first soulmate, with two more to follow, she’d thought that the pain of her life was in the past. It had been a serious error on her part to think that she’d be able to just be happy, to finally have the life she used to dream about as a child. Those dreams were what inspired her to run away in the first place. And the torment of living on the streets, her parents nowhere in sight, had given her enough time to think that she was free.

 She didn’t know how long they’d been aware of her, how long they’d known exactly where she was, but it terrified Iris to think that all along, while she’d been under the assumption that her parents were one of the few frights she didn’t need to worry about, they’d been right there.

 Her nightmares were coming back. Her monsters were emerging from the shadows right when she’d begun to let her guards down.

 She didn’t notice the email icon the popped up on her phones screen, taking over where the voicemail notification had been.

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Soulbonds and Fairy Dust

TITLE: Soulbonds and Fairy Dust (rewrite) CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 36/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine one of the fae has been helping the Avengers, jumping in to help them on missions and vanishing before Shield can bring her in.  Loki joins the team and convinces her to come talk to the team and consider joining before Shield takes more drastic measures. RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS:  This is a rewrite of the original work of the same name.  Also on AO3 here

Loki looked impressed. No wonder she could truename so much stronger than the other fae.  “Are you the only one with that power?” he asked.  He was always so curious and that didn’t change now.

Sig nodded. “I am, which makes it more dangerous when I truename things and when oaths are sworn in my presence,”

“Why is that?”

She paused and considered how to best explain that.  “Well, I can identify anyone and anything’s truename, which is dangerous enough, since that gives me at least some power over that being, as you saw me do to Jareth,” Loki was nodding along, so she continued.  “The other thing very, very few people know I can do and it takes a lot of power to do so, but I can change something’s true name, change their nature entirely,” she told him softly, sharing one of her secrets with him.  No one outside of Underhill knew she could do that and she wanted to keep it that way.  

Loki’s brows furrowed in confusion and disbelief. “Change their nature? That shouldn’t be possible,” he protested.

“And yet, I can,” she told him with a shrug. “I’ve only done it a couple of times, and it’s not something to be done lightly, especially since it takes a lot of power to do, but I can,”

“That is quite impressive,” Loki commented and thought it over before he found his next question. “What natures have you changed?” he asked gently, feeling that it might not be an easy story.   

She sighed before she started, but she had agreed to answer questions, and she wouldn’t hide her past from him.  “Once by accident when I was a child, I changed the nature of one of the hunt hounds so it would be my friend instead of the savage hunter it was being trained to be.  I didn’t understand what it was I’d done at the time,” she explained.  Loki nodded.  Accidental magic among children was common and understood.  She hesitated before she continued.  “The other time, I’m not proud of…,” she told him softly, letting him know how difficult this story would be to tell.

“Tell me when you’re ready, darling. I won’t force you into anything,” he reassured her quickly, making sure she knew that he wouldn’t force or pressure her to tell him things that she wasn’t ready to. He was here to support her, not pressure her.  

She sighed, but pressed on.  “It was when I was being evaluated for my place in the court when I came of age.  One of the gray ladies had an evening with one of the lords of the unseelie court and her child wasn’t up to seelie perfection.  She claimed she had been unable to see through his illusion, but that didn’t change that the child was born covered in feathers. I was told to change the child’s nature to fit the standards of the seelie court or she would be killed for her imperfection,” she told Loki, admitting what she’d done with sorrow in her tone.  She hadn’t wanted to change her nature, but there had been no choice.

“What happened?” he pressed gently.

“I gave the child a new truename,” she told him simply.  She’d changed her to be seelie perfect as required.  It had been the only way to save her life. “The last time I saw her, she was a toddler with bright gold hair and eyes,” she told him, then sighed.  “Her mother catches her staring longingly at the sky though and I know I took it from that girl.  She will never fly, because of my meddling,” she told him softly, sorrow haunting her eyes at what she had done, though it was awhile ago.

“I’m sorry, love,” Loki told her gently, pulling her into his arms.  

Sig let him, accepting the comfort he offered.  “As I said, I’m not proud of it, but it was a choice between changing her nature or letting her be killed.  I made the only choice I could,” she said with a hitch in her voice.  It had been a difficult decision at best and she knew she cost the girl her wings and stripped the sky from her.  

“I understand, darling,” she heard his own haunted past in his words. “Some choices are not easy but they must be made,” he told her gently.

She nodded, glad that he understood, though she wouldn’t press him for the details on how.  He would tell her when he was ready. “The oath thing can have some interesting results depending on my mood.  I’ve had to witness thousands of weddings since coming into my dominion.  Needless to say couples who vow to remain faithful in my presence, will remain faithful,” she told him with a smirk and mischief in her eyes.  The fae weren’t known for their fidelity.

“That’s amazing,” Loki told her, sounding truly impressed.

She nodded.  “But it takes a touch of power and me actually feeling like enforcing the oaths, so normal everyday promises are usually safe in my presence.  Usually,”

“So I should be careful what oaths I make in her presence?” he teased.

“You’re safe.  I like you too much.  The moron who cheated on his girlfriend and swore to eat a million beetles to prove himself to her should have been more careful who was in the room when he made that oath…” she laughed at the old memory.  

Loki’s eyebrows shot up in shock.  “Oh wow. Note to self: never piss off Sigyn,” he teased, laughing at the poor fool’s misfortune.

She giggled.  “You’re just now figuring that out?” she asked him just as teasingly.

“No, but that really brings it to the forefront. You can be terrifying when you want to be,” he was teasing, but also shocked and awed that she’d done that to someone. 

“It’s not my fault he swore to eat a million beetles!” she protested indignantly.

Loki laughed.  “Did you stay and watch him follow through?” He asked, genuinely curious as to what had become of the man who had vexed Sig.

She laughed.  “That was a hundred years ago.  I think he’s still working on it.  He was halfway through last I heard,”

“Wow. And the girl? Has she stuck around?”

“Hell no. She was never going to forgive him anyway,” she said with a shrug. He’d been moronic to think she would.

“What an idiot. And now he’s stuck eating beetles for a few centuries,” Loki mused.  

She laughed.  “So he is.  Maybe he’ll learn not to cheat again when another girl deigns to allow him to court her,”

“If that ever happens. I’m sure rumors have spread about his infidelity,”

“They have.  He keeps having to explain why he’s eating beetles, and the fae can’t lie,” she reminded him. Sig was among the exceptions to that rule and she couldn’t lie well at all. “The court also learned to watch who was in the room before making rash promises.  I may have enforced some just because they sounded like fun…” she added with a hint of mischief in her voice.

He grinned childishly.  He loved mischief after all.  It was in his nature.  “Tell me about them? I love a little mischief,”

“A young lordling promised to profess his love for his lady in front of the entire court.  He had no intention of actually doing so and was just saying the words as romantic fluff,” she giggled at the memory.  “The poetry he read her was awful and the queen was livid at being interrupted by a lordling demanding he be allowed to recite poetry for his lady,” she told him as she laughed over it. 

Loki joined in her laughter. “He must have been so embarrassed,”

“So very, very embarrassed,” she agreed. “And then he was scolded by the queen for making such a rash promise in the first place,”

“Especially with you present,”

She nodded, then smirked when she thought of something.  “You’re not going to warn the warrior boys about that skill of mine, are you?” she teased.

“Not a chance,” he replied with a smirk of his own. 

She giggled. “Wonder what stupid thing Fandral’s going to say,” she paused.  “Or what stupid thing you’re going to goad him into saying,” she corrected herself quickly.

Loki chuckled.  “It could be anything. That man is the definition of the word imbecile,”

She paused in her laughter.  “Hopefully it’s not something Mama Frigga will be too upset with me for enforcing,” no one wanted to upset Mama Frigga.

“Don’t worry, love. I wouldn’t do anything to get you in trouble with Mother,”

“No, but Fandral might.  I think he’s offended I’m not swooning over him like the feather brained noble ladies,” she made a face, letting him know exactly what she thought of that behavior.  She wasn’t one to swoon and she liked to believe that she wasn’t one of the feather brained noble ladies who Loki so despised. 

“I would agree. Though the noble ladies love the attention,”

She rolled her eyes.  “He’s annoying and as featherbrained as the rest of them.  Not my type,” she made another face to solidify that point.

“I agree. I can barely stand being in his presence for a long period of time without wanting to smite him where he stands,” Loki grumbled.  He hated Thor’s moronic friends.  With the exception of Sif.

“Or drug him with fairy wine?” she teased with a grin.

He chuckled. “Or that,”

“Speaking of, did you want to try it?” she asked as she summoned the bottle.  The magic in the wine would help her recover. It wouldn’t help much, but any little bit was helpful, especially with how worried Loki was. 

Loki looked interested.  He was curious about everything, including the magic wine. “Sure,” he agreed.

Sig nodded and looked him over, gauging him and his magic before carefully pouring out a small glass.  She handed the glass over to him and poured a much larger wine glass for herself.  The wine wouldn’t hurt her and if Loki was careful, it wouldn’t hurt him. He took a small sip and she saw in his eyes that it was the sweetest, most delicious wine he’d ever tasted. On top of that it was mixed with magic, making it even better. Loki hmmed in pleasure over it. “That is exquisite,” he purred

She nodded and sipped on her own wine.  “That it is,” she agreed. 

Loki looked concerned as he took another sip. “How dangerous is this wine?”

“You saw what it did to the morons,” she reminded him.  “It’s dangerous, especially to those without magic.  It’s easy for them to get drunk on it, or addicted to the magic within it.  It’s also easy to influence them while they’re drunk on it.  They’ll follow whatever orders are given to them,”

He blinked and she saw his worry. “And to those with magic?” he asked, concerned, though he knew she wouldn’t hurt him, the concern was still there.

“Don’t fret, love.  I wouldn’t give you anything that would hurt you.  You’ll be fine as long as you don’t drink too much of it.  And it replenishes magic. Worst it’ll do to a fae is get us drunk,” she added before he could ask if she was in any danger from it.  

He seemed relieved but still said: “I know. I trust you,”

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #Soulbonds and Fairy Dust #chapter 36 #rewrite #nekoamamori

[littlenekosfan]

Friend - visual narrative

this is going to be a long thread bc i have a LOT of panels, so read under the cut!

since im reworking with Friend chapters panels, i paid attention to the details more than ever before.. and wow, the way these chapters are narrated is absolutely amazing

lets start off with my one of my fav panels

if there is a theme between these two that keep recurring it’s “duality” (whether when it comes to their character or the way their story is told) we will also find a lot of parallels with it.. this panel above starts it very well, one left, one right, they both call each other’s name, the expressions completely different, even the background is reversed

there we go again, all this in one chapter, i simply love how they have the same pose/image but reversed, its a really nice contrast with how different they are and yet are at the same level also, look at their speech bubbles, most of the time, jugram has a round one while bazz a sharper one, its the case here and the previous panels aswell

AGAIN! kubo gives us each’s pov with the same image/paneling, i love that method bc he treats them the same, even if one is stronger than the other and ppl will most likely root for/side with one more than the other, they both get the same treatment, also, we get to see how both lives the same struggle, it both conflicts them this whole fight considering the past they had together

the transition is also really nice, the black background outside the panel and the partial grey shading that matches with it inside the panel.. we will get to see that technique again, but here?? lovely.

a whole page not showing their face even if you guessed who they were, you get that little surprise with the face reveal which comes out really nice

the chapter reveal!!!! its so pure and empty (no dialogue and it’s only one panel), it perfectly empathize on the title and its meaning

i love how discreet bazz motive to help out jugo is shown here, obviously none of them would speak about it (jugo is pretty closed and bazz despite being loud, he isnt obnoxious and he’s smart) so it had to be shown without any words and these panels do it so well!

the first panel is just so beautiful and you can tell how jugo is just, happy. and then, the moment his uncle speaks, his face drastically changes, from white to black, kubo loves to work with that contrast of b&w (just look how the ritters/espadas are dressed vs shinigamis.. there is also the sun/moon theme and so on... its not called bleach for nothing lmao) kubo uses contrast very often and we can tell he loves to do it (and he does it super well!!)

i know we dont have any colour on these pages, but both pages are from the same chapter, first one (right) being their fist meeting on a normal day (probably an evening so the sky is orange ish) and the second page is again a jump to a flashback but this time it’s not the sky that we are shown in the last panel, but rather flames, the same colour as the day they met... the two last panels look the same but arent....

there is also the absence of facial expression in some panels, which imo conveys the mood much better, we are not left up to interpretation, we clearly know what kind of feelings that are expressed yet they didnt need to be shown...

again with the parallels (left/right) and using the same image from younger to older to show their growth? nice.

the built up with the grand reveal... wow, love it, also, that panel was such a surprise to me when i first read it... still give me goosebumps today ngl..(if you are a manga reader to likes to have the book, well, this the end of vol69... what an ending :))) just look at the build up, the bg is dark and you get that white and empty panel right after like, wow 

AGAIN WITH THE SUPRISE AND WOW IT HURTS, also the title being in capital... OOF, im going to loose it

ppl like to call kubo lazy with his titles, but is it?? i mean, here, i really cant think of a better title, remember how the first chapter friend was introduced? so sweet and smooth and then you get this... the fact friend is written here is a good call back to their relationship, what it is, what it really means, and the current situation

the way bazz recalls all the things he had heard about this.......th-that hurts (we’re like in his mind, we’re just as shocked as he is) also, it shows well how bazz recall all these moment in silence and does all the realization without saying a thing, bc no, he didnt say a thing ever since yhwach started to talk..

the left panel is yhwach talking (as he was for like the whole chapter) and there is no dialogue going on, the two boys didnt say a thing... as the slience was taking place, bazz breaks is with a shrieking voice, just looking how the letters are written in japanese, we went from pure, clear panel to a messy and dark one....

jump back to present, with both jugrams having the same pose but they both don’t convey the same feeling, with the shading and how cut it is (not being able to fully see jugo’s eyes) you can tell the first one is more disturbing/devastating than the second one

there we go... we get to see both of their expression at the same time and it change within the following panels,.. (im telling you, kubo love both of them, not just one.., both.)

this is one of my favorites moments, the way know bazz has lost his fight and how HE is self-conscious about it..., the way he monologues about jugram is really depressing, and how we are only given images that illustrates his struggle...the images are so strong, desperate and yet, his words are so empty, powerless, he knew he lost.. (the moment i start reading it, i cry on the fucking floor)

i mentioned earlier how i loved kubo’s choice in not showing the face, well we have it here again in a flashback and the end of the fight... jugram turning his back to bazz, he did it in the past and did it after bazz’ death..  it’s his way to avoid to face his feelings. (the fact we are shown he did it in the past and the reason to it, let us know why he did it again even later)

here again with empty panels, the fact it’s only bazz who is talking.... feels really heavy and the way he clings to jugram with burning hands....... you really need to look at every panel carefully to feel that heart wrenching moment,, there is no crying or screaming, he just softly admits his defeat and that’s it, like, im sorry but that’s fucking sorrowful

here again with kubo choosing to not show the face, but in this case, it’s harder for us to tell which expression jugram has (since he’s so closed about showing emotions or his intentions) but the fact kubo deliberately chose to hide it proves jugram has something to hide from us, something he didnt want us (readers) to see.........

these panels? concludes their story perfectly you have jugram walking up the stairs leaving bazz-b alone laying behind, being reminded of the day they met where bazz was the one standing high while jugram is on the ground the setting: the cold empty castle during nighttime vs the warm summer day met in a forest at daytime bazz reached to jugram and jugram left him behind, they met with touched hearts only to leave with empty ones, bazz used to look down on jugram and now, jugram does, they used to be so different and still do but only now, their role are inverted...

thank you @equipollency​ for that remark! i think your post does it much better if yall wanna read it !

i mentioned earlier how the background (outside the panel) would change from black to white, we know the black means the past,  but i love how its broken here, going back and forth from the past and present (within the same page) to show how things are still the same between them, the same struggle, the same fight over and over

also, the “not yet” is just so perfectly placed, i cant, it just emphasize even more on my point earlier (how things between them never changed on that matter)  and it finally concludes the flashbacks (with the way it’s presented: the b&w,, and the words themselves, how they weight so much)

the black shading like that is rarely used with kubo but when he does, you know it conveys extreme emotions (we didnt get to see it with bazz bc it wasnt as intense as jugram has it but also)  the trigger to these emotions for jugram are related to trauma, the first one being his uncle and the second being his friendship (im not calling his relation with bazz traumatic, its how important this relationship was to him and how ended up broken that triggers him)

but NaKi ThErE iS ThiS pAneL wHerE baZz Is ShaDeD bLacK! yes i know, but it’s not about bazz expression nor emotions, its about the scene, the situation (the white bg vs the black silhouette: perfect), so no it doesnt count, but its still a very nice panel just like with the jugo’s reveal with everyone “kneeling” to him.. white bg was The way to go

i forgot to talk about how i like their fight, how there is so little dialogue and how there are a lot of empty pages just to let place to the fight... it lets you enjoy their fight while we suffer with their flashback, anyways, im not a fan of endless dialogue in fights unless it really changes something, here, they both already know each other and they know what they want, so it was a good pick to just, us reader, witness their story through their mind instead of them narrating/recalling it to us

i know kubo uses that technique outside of these chapters, but the grey shading... i love.. he also has a LOT of close ups with eyes bc we all know how expressive eyes are;... i love that too

i know i talked about some facial expressions, but really, kubo’s art is amazing, the way he can convey certain expressions that are so precise... here, have some panels that i think are underrated naki your boys are underrated.. bc i love kubo’s art so much

i had the chance to see the colored version only once, and to be honest, the black and white is just, Amazing. nothing close to that, kubo’s use of b&w and how he keeps his panels pure is MADE to stay that way

anyways, im really in love with how Friend was made and thought out in it’s visual narrative (and story wise too ofc), kubo didnt just do a side story, these chapters are fucking amazing and ppl often ignores that sadly..

#bleach #jugram haschwalth #bazz b #Friend #naki using her brain #ok so tumblr was a dick and deleted some part of that fjhdf #i hope i didnt miss anything... #oh well #guess ill just add it later lmao #im simping hard for these chapters yes shut up

[youngcollectedtired]

haikyuu captains x insecure reader who finally feels pretty x reader with a toxic friend

This story has like all of my favorite characters. I don’t even know how long this is but enjoy. 

Warnings? None

Pairings? You’re friends with everyone so... 

Characters? Kuroo, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Sugawara, and... others 

You’d admit you’d had friends in your past. People who’d undermine your relationship. One relationship had scarred you in more ways than one and another had shown you what it meant to have true friends. If you were being honest, you never thought you deserved any better, and standing up for yourself against her seemed harder than it looked.

You'd tried in the past but you'd gotten nowhere, your friend attempting to blame your anxiety, depression and other health issues for the causes to your change. She'd blamed you for things you couldn't control and you believed her.  Believed that it was your fault, that your change was negative. She'd manipulated you into believing that she couldn't be herself around you and that was your fault. That you were sensitive and that jokes don't hurt.

Slowly you realized your worth but no matter how many times you tried to help her understand how you felt... everything was suddenly your fault. None of it made sense, to your or your friends. You tried.

You did.

So tell me why after 7 years of blind friendship and 3 years of taking the blame and hiding behind a mask one silly thing ended it all?

Why after all that did it take that one tiny moment to break you?

Funny enough you were hanging out with friends. The captains of the volleyball teams, frenemies and rivals alike. You all we’re hanging out a few of your friends meeting you guys soon. The mall wasn’t as packed as you’d expected and you were grateful.

You had a few things to do while hanging out with the guys. Today was your day.

You’d traded your long sleeve, big sweaters and heavy jeans for something you’d been planning on wearing for awhile.

Bootcut fitted jeans, tank top, and a button down tight sweater. You’d never felt more beautiful with your makeup look, vans for shoes and jewelry. Everything fit perfectly.

To make the day even better you just so happened to get paid yesterday and cash in your $100 bonus.

Sugawara nudged your shoulder, “you’re sparkling more than usual today.”

You smiled, “I don’t know I just feel...” you didn’t know how to describe it. Was it confident? No you just felt, “pretty.”

A soft look passed in his eyes, “you’re always pretty,” he added, guiding you to the others.

Having heard his statement the others smiled, “yesss you are!” Bokuto hugged you quickly, as Kuroo smirked, “today’s look is different you sexy thing you.”

You blushed not expecting that compliment much less from him. Their words of encouragement made you feel even more confident and pretty.

Your mood however changed as a familiar ring tone shook your purse.

Lena 💋: what are you doing today?

Distracted for a moment by Bokuto who shook you and waved wildly at your friends. You instantly grinned forgetting about the message you’d read.

“Guys, thanks for coming!” You hugged all three girls.

Jasmine laughed, “you think I’d pass up a moment for our third piercing together? I think not!”

Reese rolled her eyes, “well what are we waiting for?” Everyone crowded the girls walking with them and complimenting their outfits. Oikawa and Iwaizumi not too far from behind them.

You stepped up to the crowd prepared to give your own compliments only to be stopped by a buzz.

Lena 💋: so you’re gonna read that and not respond? some friend you are

You knew she was joking. That was in her character. But dang.

You 🦋✨: sorry I’m out with some friends.

You looked up, “you guys look amazing!” And quickly added before another ding interrupted your mid compliment.

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly to the girls before walking to the side.

Lena 💋: you mean the boys? Oh

You 🦋✨: some boys some girls, but what?

You knew what was up but you wanted her to say it.

Lena 💋: I just thought we were gonna hang out today

You knew she knew you had plans today. In fact you’d told her when you could this week and she’d been excited for you.

You tried to be nice. You did. But it was getting harder and harder too.

Lena 💋: are you sure you should be out? what if your chronic pain acts up and you burden them?

You should have seen this coming. This wasn’t the first time. And you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. You were so tempted to close your phone.

Jasmine could see you on the side and to be truthful everyone else did too. They figured it was important if you’d stepped away.

Reese sighed, “let me guess it’s Lena?”

Jasmine shrugged, “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Caylie your other friend groaned, “today was a good day and now y/n is sad,” and true to her word your mood had deflated drastically.

The others followed her gaze again to see that to be true. Your eyes were on the floor and you messed with your outfit clumsily as if second guessing. You pulled your purse down unzipping it, they’d heard the banging and clanking and they saw your determined eyes as you found what you were looking for.  

You began rapidly texting.

Jasmine and Oikawa walked up to you. (Oikawa mainly to greet and compliment you.) That didn’t really matter once they both saw the last few messages.  

Y/n 🦋✨: I’m fine I brought my medicine.

Lena 💋: that stuff will end up killing you before your actual disease

Jasmine was furious. What kind of person would say that? Oikawa was confused. How could this be the same girl he’s seen so many pictures of you with?

Lena 💋: anyways I miss you can we at least meet tonight?

You bit your lip debating on how to tell her that you’d be spending all day with your friends and the night with the girls. She didn’t like your friends hating how they “stole” you away so to speak.

You began typing slowly attempting to form your thoughts.

Y/n 🦋✨: I have plans tonight too and possible tomorrow what about maybe Monday or Tuesday afternoon?

Lena 💋: 🙄 lameeeee

You rolled your eyes and everyone saw it. You gripped your phone tighter. To be honest you didn't want to hangout, you'd dreaded it the last few times, but you’d done what you could. You tried to make new plans and you’d even held conversation while you’re supposed to be with your friends. You felt bad to be texting someone else while hanging out. You hoped they could forgive you.

Y/n 🦋✨: you’re lame Lena

And you turned off your phone. You looked up to see the concerned look of your friends.

You smiled sheepishly as if trying to hide your frustrations. But they’d seen it first hand.

Caylie frowned, “Was that Lena?”

You looked away your eyes falling on the sidewalk on the outside of the mall.

Jasmine shook her head, “You can’t ignore her today?”

You shrugged, “She wanted to hangout today.”

Reese was fuming, “I’ve seen you guys texts these past few days she knew you were busy today and she was even excited for you,” she added confused, “what game is she playing?”

Sugawara furrowed his eyebrows, “Game?”

Oikawa jumped in exchanging glances with Jasmine and you, “Wait Is this that girl who’s been your friend for years? That Lena?”

You nodded slowly tired.

You tried to ignore the buzzing only imagining what she could be saying.

Kuroo humorlessly laughed, “She seems desperate sounds like she doesn’t have a life.”

Reese snorted at his words, “I’ve been trying to say that for years now.”

Akaashi was confused, “I’m sorry how long have you guys been friends?”

Caylie, Reese and Jasmine turned to you.

You smiled nervously, “Give or take 11 years?”

Kuroo’s eyes bulged, “11 years and she treats you like that?”

Jasmine clapped, “thank you!”

You shrugged, “I met her when I was 5 and we were kids so you know the first few years we were friends. Close even. And now we’ve slowly grown apart,” you sighed pulling out your phone, “I want to take a step back and she wants to be roommates,” you smiled emptily.

Everyone could see how this affected you. Your mood changed so quickly. Almost as if you were tired of it or her. They knew you’d never want admit it not wanting to hurt her feelings but from what they’d seen she didn’t care about you like you cared for her. Her friendship had drained you. And today those few moments proved it. To them at least.

You opened your eyes surprised to see 43 messages and more coming.

Jasmine and Oikawa took the initiate to look over your shoulder.

“Holy crap!” Oikawa exclaimed, “she has no respect for your time or for you!”

That grabbed everyone else’s attention. Reese was prepared to fight and Caylie was concerned for you.

You attempted to calm everyone down, "Guys she didn't say anything mean-," you cut yourself short your phone recognizing your face as the messages finally showed.

They weren't mean, but you could tell by the way she worded things she was prepared for a fight. Whether it was sarcastic or not, you were sure it would all depend on how you answered.

She'd caught you at a bad time to make jokes.

Lena 💋: How am I lame? Come on with it y/n.... how?    

That was the first three messages and the next 40 were counting in order to spam you.

Kuroo shook his head scrolling through messages himself careful not to click on them, "She's crazy!"

You groaned, of course you had to ruin everyone's mood with your own problems. You pulled your screen down, hitting the moon to silence calls. Everyone you wanted to talk to would either be meeting you soon or was right in front of you.

You smiled, "Sorry guys my phone is silenced, so i won't be worrying about her until after we hang out," you pushed your phone into your purse, "Yall now have my full attention."

Oikawa beamed, "About time! So happy you're fully with us now."

Caylie grinned, "I'm proud of you."

Reese furrowed her eyebrows, "You know she's gonna give you hell later right?"

You shrugged. On the inside you were terrified. The longer you don't answer the more agitated she'll get until eventually she won't even be able to talk to you without insulting every inch of your being. You'd been there before and thinking about it made your bones ache. You looked up seeing various faces, some proud, some confused and others nervous.

"Yeah, but today is about us, so let's enjoy it."

#haikyu x reader #readerhastoxicfriend #haikyuu!! #haikyuuxreaderhastoxicfriend #standing up for yourself #based on a true story #bokuto #hq kuroo #haikyuu sugawara #oikawaisyourbff #hq oikawa #hangingoutwithhaikyuubois #haikyuuboys #haikyuuxchronicreader #insecurereader #haikyuuxinsecurereader

[justaghostingon]

9+1 Gyrus Birthdays

To celebrate the birthday of a very special boy.

1

Gyrus’s first birthday in the Room of Swords passed with little fanfare. He, Don, and Cib were all too wrapped up making the Room of Swords up into a functional home, and between the additional harvesting of food and planning future expeditions, there just wasn’t time to think about things like anaversaries. The entirety of the celebration consisted of Don saying, “aren’t you twenty one now?” And Gyrus realizing that he was right.

He didn’t remember telling Don when his birthday was, but at that moment he was to tired and stressed to care.

2

Gyrus’s second birthday was spent on a mission. The storm was raging so fiercely that he’d been certain they’d all fall into the water and drown. But they couldn’t stop, not when two new people lay trapped against the rocks. A giant wave rose above Gyrus’ head and all he had time to think was, ‘21 is to young to die’ before it had swept his feet out from under him. As the water swirled around him, he reached out and grabbed a rock near Don, anchoring himself with his power.

Then Cib had appeared like a goddess of legend and rescued not only the two in peril, but also Don and Gyrus from the stormy seas. As Gyrus squeezed the water from his hair, he realized that he had being wrong. He wasn’t 21, he was 22 today.

But the two rookies were beginning to ask questions, and so Gyrus pushed it aside to think about later.

3

When Gyrus turned 23, Cib ambushed him in the halls. “It’s your birthday,” she as Ragan stood behind her, arms crossed. “You can’t spend all day working. We need to celebrate!”

Ragan nodded like this made perfect sense, and Gyrus wondered if they even had birthdays in the viking days, or if she was just going along with it because of her rather obvious crush on Cib.

“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged. “Besides, my work is important. The less time we have to spend worrying about food and other necessities, the more time we have to put towards missions.

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Cib smiled, and for a second Gyrus thought he’d won. “Grab him Ragan! He’s sitting through an honorary theatre preformance whether he likes it or not!”

Gyrus had tried to protest, but it hadn’t done any good, Ragan grabbed him in a headlock and dragged him forcefully over to a makeshift stage, were Don was already waiting with the guitar, an amused smile on his face. Gyrus tried to glare, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to ruin their mood.

4

This time, Gyrus was prepared. The mission would be longer than he told Cib and Don, not to much longer so that their supplies wouldn’t run out, but long enough that it would conveniently end right after his 24th birthday.

It worked too, thanks in large part to one of the rookies falling in the frozen lake. As be breathed air into the kids lungs, he realized in a distant way that it was his birthday today, and he really didn’t want someone to die on his birthday. Maybe there was some value in having them in the Room of Swords like Cib insisted. Even if he did have to put up with Ragan’s terrible attempts at singing.

The kid gave a violent cough and rolled to his side, water streaming from his mouth. Gyrus placed gentle hands on his shoulders, muttering platitudes and comfort. Inside his heart soared with the relief. ‘My birthday present,’ a part of him thought, ‘is that you lived today.’

“What’s your name kid?” He asked as the boy managed to drag himself to his hands and knees.

Two blue eyes met his. “Kodya,” he whispered.

5

Gyrus never told Kodya his birthday, so when the kid led him to a table containing a haphazardly designed cake, he felt irrationally betrayed. “Me and Neph made it ourselves,” he said as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “to thank you for saving us exactly one year ago.”

Gyrus’ shoulders relaxed slightly at the words. It wasn’t uncommon for rookies to count the days since their arrival. It was dumb luck then, that the day coincided with Gyrus’ 25th birthday. But still, he eyed the lopsided cake dubiously. “How much of our rations went into making this?”

“We didn’t take anything that wasn’t ours,” Kodya crossed his arms, a note of defiance in his voice, like he thought that somehow made this better.

“I am not eating all your rations, Kid.” Gyrus sighed. “We divided the nuitrients for a reason.” And then, because Kodya looks so absolutely devastated he added, “Besides, if you want to be my apprentice, you’ve got to keep up your strength.”

“Really?” Kodya lit up, practically bouncing on he toes. “You’ll take me on?”

“Sure,” Gyrus hid a smile, he’d been meaning to take the kid on for a while now, so it might as well be today, before the kid tried something even more drastic to get his attention. “Now help me divide these rations again before...” the door swung open as Cib marched in with a huge grin, Ragan and Nephthys on her heels.

“So I heard your birthday present baked you a birthday cake?” Cib crowed, and Gyrus regretted ever mentioning that little fact to her. It had seemed like a wonderful side step at the time to claim that the two safe rookies were all he needed and she really didn’t need to throw him a belated party, but she now seemed to take pride in taking it completely out of context.

“Birthday?” Kodya looked at him, eyes wide and confused. Gyrus bit back a curse.

6

Gyrus turns 26 at midnight, jolted awake from another nightmare. He tries to quell his fear, but the constant banging in his head makes every shadow seem like the real deal.

Eventually he gives up and takes the now familiar route to Kodya’s room. He barely even had to knock before the door is opened, and Kodya was ushering him safely inside.

He sits on the bed, its to small really for two grown men, but Gyrus doesn’t mind. He’s safe here, leaning against Kodya’s warm side, hands interrwined. Kodya’s magic courses through him, warm and comforting as Kodya himself, and Gyrus felt a wave of tiredness rush over him.

He leaned heavily against Kodya, soaking in more of his warmth. From so close he can see bags under Kodya’s eyes, and a shred of worry slips past the haze of peace. He doesn’t want Kodya to sacrifice his own mental health while waiting for him to inevitably come crawling back at night.

“You should come and live with me,” he murmured, filter gone under the soothing spell. “That way you could get some sleep instead of waiting all night for me.”

Kodya gave a sharp intake of breath, and if Gyrus wasn’t so sedated, he’d probably be mortified. But right now the warmth and trust twined together to smother any fear.

“Yes.” Gyrus blinked, to see Kodya’s face inches from his own. Kodya’s lips twitched into a smile. “Someone’s gotta watch your back.”

“Looks like you’re stuck with it,” he said a he settled back against Kodya’s shoulder.

Just as he began to drift off, he could have sworn he heard Kodya whisper, “happy birthday.”

7

When Gyrus turned 27, all he wanted to do is spend the whole day with Kodya. They’d been a couple for a few months now and he wanted to do something special, just the two of them. Unfortunately fate had other plans, as no sooner had they exited their room than Cib ambushed them with a smile.

“No escape for you this time,” she giggled as Kodya, that traitor, touched his shoulder, paralizing him from behind. “You’re going to have a nice birthday breakfast and you’re going to love it!”

“Why?” Gyrus whispered as Ragan picked him up, dragging him towards the dining room. 

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Kodya rolled his eyes as he continued to keep one hand on Gyrus’ arm at all times. “This is good for moral.” 

The dining room is covered in bright colored ribbons and the strange conical hats that Cib insisted were necessary for the perfect party. A scream of “Happy Birthday!” met his arrival, and everyone pushed forward to bid the captive Gyrus their well wishes for his health.

Gyrus smiled and nodded and tried to look as gracious about all the attention as anyone who was hanging like a sack of potatoes over a Norse giant’s shoulder could look. But he was more than a little relieved when Kodya finally ordered everyone away and Ragan lowered into his seat.

The table is covered with all types of food, from scrambled eggs to Mandu to dishes even Gyrus didn’t know. It looks delicious, and Gyrus feels his mouth start watering as he stared down at it. It was amazing really, how much times had changed. He could remember not that long ago when this would have been all their food for a week.

Noticing his hesitation, Kodya nudged him in the shoulder. “Eat up,” he said. “We have Oli now, remember? You don’t have to feel guilty about eating someone else’s rations.” Which was true enough. Gyrus took a bite of the Mandu and closed his eyes as the familiar taste mouth. He saw Oli watching him and gave him an appreciative smile. 

“Speaking of rations,” Cib started and Gyrus froze. “Remember that one time Kodya tried to make him a birthday cake from his?”

“Really?” Oli asked, looking intrigued. 

“It wasn’t a birthday cake,” Kodya protested, but Cib shook her head.

“That makes it even funnier!” She cried. Kodya scowled, and the two began to recount the tale, as the others watched on in fascination. Gyrus looked around the room at everyone’s smiling faces as the did so. And for the first time he felt he had something worth celebrating.

8

Gyrus’ 28th birthday found him on the ship, clutching Nephthys’ jewel to his chest. He’d left the Room of Swords days ago, and between the physical toll of de-shadowing Hinju and the mental stress of leaving everyone he loved with Don, he barely even realized the date.

He wondered, in a distant, foggy way, if Cib would still have thrown him a birthday party, if he’d succeeded in killing Don. Maybe she would have, or maybe she’d revile him as a monster like she did now. Like everyone did. He buried his head in his hands.

There was one person who might be willing to hear him out. He raised his head slightly at the thought. Kodya. A small smile tugged at his lips. This would be so much easier to bear if Kodya was here with him, to tell him off or offer comfort, either would be preferable if it meant having him here. 

The glow of the crystal caught his eye, and a thought passed his mind. Why couldn’t he go and see Kodya? The crystal was technically only supposed to be used for important things, but gaining a new member, that was important. His fist tightened around it.

The visions that danced through his mind were confusing and symbolic, but one thing was clear. He could visit Kodya one more time. Gyrus felt his lips pull into a proper smile as he teleported into their room to wait. 

After all, what better way to spend his birthday than to see his favorite person?

9

Gyrus turned 29 with a sword to his throat and shadows swirling around him. It was ironic really, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I didn’t think you had it in you,” he said to Kodya, whose life had been his birthday present, whose hands had been his death.

Kodya stared back, defiance mixing with tears. His face was the last thing Gyrus saw before the end.

0

Gyrus woke up under a strange sun, disoriented and confused. He checked his monitor, at Scouts prodding, to see he had only a few hours of air left. His eyes land on the date in the corner, and he absently notes it’s his birthday.

#room of swords #room of swords fanfic #gyrus #kodya #ciboulette #ragan #oli #gyrus' birthday #this was supposed to be short

[trashmagines]

Pretty Lethal: Jason Todd x Female!Reader

Request: Can I get an imagine where Jason Todd is dating a female MMA fighter who is super tough and an amazing fighter but super giggly and light hearted outside of fighting? I’m obsessed with your account ❤️❤️❤️👏🏽👏🏽

TrAshy Says:  Yes you absolutely can! (Just so we’re all aware I know nothing about MMA lmao. This was written for funsies pls be gentle)

Warnings: Reader is a fighter

“Looks like Y/N is going for the arm-triangle choke hold; an oldie but a goodie!”

The crowd roars but their cheers are simply background noise to you. A couple more seconds, and you become the newest UFC champion. A couple more seconds, and that featherweight belt is yours.

Just a couple... more... seconds. 

Your opponent goes limp in your arms and the referee calls the match. You untangle yourself from them as the crowd goes wild outside of the octagon. You feel elated as your long-time rival slowly regains enough consciousness to limp out of the ring; all of your hard work and training had paid off. 

“Say hello to your new Featherweight Champioooooon!!”

You celebrate with the crowd as you hold your belt high above your head, the reality of the situation fully hitting you. 

‘I won. I freaking won!’

You exit the ring and make your way through the horde of bodies, tired but over the moon. When you reach your locker, you’re not surprised to find your beautiful boyfriend casually leaning against it and grinning from ear to ear. 

“You were fucking amazing, Y/N! That finishing move was badass.”

You laugh and thank him while grabbing your clothes so that you can change and clean yourself up before having to face the throng of people awaiting your presence. You fix yourself up rather quickly, the process second nature to you at this point, and make your way back to Jason. He grabs your hand and you walk towards the conference area together, your belt slung carefully over your shoulder.

Though you’d been fighting professionally for a while, people still never expected your appearance outside the ring. You had changed from a black sports bra and red shorts into an a-line lilac dress complete with silver pumps. You could hear the small gasps and murmured comments about your beauty coming from the crowd, which only added to your positive mood. With a casual kiss placed on his cheek, you leave Jason to go and take care of your interviews.

“How does it feel to be the new title holder?” “Did you think you’d get here this early on?” “What’s Y/N Y/L/N’s next big move?”

The reporters bombard you with question after question, but you answer them all quickly yet professionally. They even throw in a few about your drastic appearance outside of the ring, which makes you laugh and declare your love of floral patters. Before things get too hectic, your agent politely dismisses the press, though they promise to schedule gigs with the bigger news outlets soon. A hand then gently grasps yours, and you smile at Jason as he pulls you away from the adoring crowd and towards your designated car. You both climb in the back, while your agent takes the passenger seat.

“So, I’m dating an actual superstar, huh?” Jason speaks up as the car speeds off.  “Mhm, I’m a total catch. A champion.”  “That you are.”

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #Titans #DC's Titans

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #300

that’s a lot of time wasted, lmao

If you were a witch, which animal would be your familiar? Could I have like, a melanistic barn owl? That'd be dope. They're fuckin gorgeous. If there's a design on your shirt, what is it? Ha, speaking of owls... Would you ever visit a ghost town? MOTHERFUCKER would I. Bringing my camera, too. What would you do if you found out your life was only a simulation controlled by someone else? I have a very much Detroit: Become Human (phenomenal game, btw) outlook on this: I think, therefore I am. It honestly wouldn't affect me terribly. I sure would hate my creator though, jfc, lmao. What's the scariest thing you've accidentally found on the internet? Okay so there is this one video filmed by some guys who had this really strange, sulking guy in black stalking them, and it ends with the suspected murderer slinking over to the guys (who were by this point finding it almost funny, due to how the man was acting) and charging with a knife, I think, once he was very close. I believe the men were never found afterwards. It is SO goddamn unnerving. Is there anything bothering you right now? Not to be a Negative Nancy, but when isn't there lmao. Thinking of every Halloween costume you've had, which one was the most creative? I never had creative ones, really. What's the picture on your calendar for this month? I don't have a relevant calender, just old meerkat ones on a wall in my room. If you were a mythical creature, which would you be? As much as I love dragons, they're targeted too much in fantasy to kill, so let's not, haha. Being a dryad would be cool. Or druid. Either/or. If you were an animal, which would you be? A housecat, ig. Were you ever bullied when you were younger and how did you handle it? I consider myself very lucky to have not been. Have you ever thrown something away and then wanted it back? Okay so it's "deleted" versus "thrown away," technically, but there are two senior prom pictures in specific I desperately want back because fuck my low self-esteem, I look beautiful in them and so damn happy. I even tried Facebook restore programs that supposedly recovered all pictures you ever removed, but I couldn't salvage them. I'm still pissed about it, haha. What's one random city you want to visit? I don't have a specific city, per se. More so just countries in general. If you owned a store, what would you most likely sell? I think owning a pet supply store would be really cool, with some animals that are actually very well-cared for, unlike chain pet stores. I HATE those, vehemently. So unspeakably ignorant and neglectful. If you had a garden, what sort of plants would you grow? I don't want a garden, but hypothetically, I'd love orchids, dahlias, tiger lilies, a weeping willow tree, some strawberries... What's your favorite phase of the moon? Full, of course. What's the song for your life right now? I've felt extremely connected to Seether's "Weak" lately. Do you believe that when you die, you get to see all your loved ones again? I hope so... Who would you be the most excited to see? DO I ACTUALLY NEED TO ANSWER THIS QUESTION?????????? Do you enjoy reading National Geographic magazines? If I'm like, sitting in a waiting room and they're available, I'll go for them. Do you know anyone who's serving in the military right now? Welcome to the South, baby. The boys graduate, they're going straight for the military. I only have one real friend who was one but left tho because he fucking hated it. Does or did either of your parents serve in the military? No. Has anything in your house ever caught on fire? Not in this house, no. As a small child, did you ever feel as if you were different or weird? Absofuckinglutely. I have A LOT of bad memories of instances where I felt like "the weird kid." Can you say "happy birthday" in another language? Omg... I forgot the German phrase. Wow, I'm rusty. What subjects do you or did you get the worst grades in? Math. Do you have photos to go with all of the contacts in your phone? I don't have pictures that go with any. Who was the last person to comment on one of your photos on Facebook and how did you meet that person? I just checked, and it was my friend Summer. I met her because she was actually first friends with my younger sister in pre-k, but we grew closer than they did in our teen years. What career paths are you considering? I just want to be a photographer. So badly. But I've felt super, super discouraged lately. Do you watch music videos? I pretty much never do, but rather listen through the artists' Topic uploads or lyric videos. I don't generally like official music videos because they tend to have other sounds/parts/breaks/etc. in them that distract from the song. Have you ever clicked on those banner ads that promise a prize for clicking? Probably by accident at some point in time. What kind of computer are you using? Acer Nitro. What kind of computer do you wish you were using? I'm fine with what I have. Have you ever had a weight change so drastic you went to the doctor? .-. How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? Depends on how long I'll be outside, but in most situations, in the 50s. Do you eat things off the floor? Um, ew. Who do people say you look like? My sisters. Do you usually get your homework done on time? When I was in school, I was very serious about having my homework finished by the date it was due. Have you ever framed your old movie ticket stubs? I've kept some, but never framed any. Do you have a digital camera? A Canon, yeah. Have you ever stuck something inappropriate in an electrical outlet? Bitch I ain't tryna get electrocuted. How many days has it been since your last birthday? My b-day is actually coming up soon; the 5th of February. Do you want any more siblings than you have now? Well, considering both my parents (and stepmom) are in their 50s... How easily shocked are you? VERY. I am extremely jumpy and on edge at like all times. You like the color blue, don't you? I mean yeah. Particularly the lighter tints. Who was the last person who asked you something that made you think? My therapist REEEEAAAALLY makes me do this. She's an absolute pro at getting me to dig deep into myself. Ever fired a gun? No, and I don't want to. From 1-10, how would you rate your cooking skills? Is 0 an option? Do you notice the heat or the cold more? HEAT, JESUS FUCK. It can be one or two degrees above what I consider stable and I'll be sweating. I'm hypersensitive to it I know from being in such a consistent temperature in my room like 24/7. Do you believe in miracles? Probably no. What hurts more: scratches or bites? Bites, if you're talking serious ones. Do you prefer rabbits to mice? No, mice (and especially rats) are absolutely amazing, intelligent animals. Bonus points for being mega cute too, though I do find rabbits cuter. Who out of all the people you know reasonably well is the most "dark?" Sara, haha. Favorite chocolate-based candy? Reese's. Do you call anyone babe or baby? My pets sometimes. Name me a food you used to like that you now don't: Peas, olives. Name me a food you now like but never used to: Mashed potatoes, IF prepared very well (by my standards, obviously). Would you rather live in Europe, The US, or Australia? By this point, take me to Europe. If it wouldn't be such a huge life change and leaving so many people, I would 120% move to Canada, but out of these, Europe will do. Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids, or a high flying job? Give me the high-flying job, 100%. I don't want kids, and I have no need for a large house. Is crime a big problem in your area? Oh yes. What’s your town/city most well-known for? By the locals, being the crime hub, actually, lol. Name 5 objects that you don’t have but would like right now: Hmmm... I want a 40g tank as an upgrade for Venus, a gaming chair for when I turn the extra room into my "office" so I don't destroy my back sitting there, new glasses and a driving permit, and don't forget a gd tattoo needle pounding my skin. :^) If you were given the choice to choose your child’s gender, would you? Yes, I would absolutely want a girl just because IF I wanted kids, I'd want a daughter named Alessandra. Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? Yeah, she's nice. What types of soups do you like? None. If a color could reflect your current mood, which would it be? Grayish blue. The last time you saw fireworks? I really don't know; it's been years, at least. Have you ever gone to a movie premiere? Possibly for Silent Hill: Revelation, but I'm not certain. Who was the last person to make you laugh out loud? My mom, because she made me remember something funny. What was the last commercial you heard selling? *shrug* Do you prefer fairly common names or a bit out of the ordinary ones? Oh, definitely rare and unique ones. Would you rather have a pet cat, dog, horse or tortoise? At this current time, a dog for Mom, which we're actually probably getting. She misses having one super badly. Is your laugh loud, normal or very silent? My laugh is loud and obnoxious as fuck. What are you interested in that most people would be surprised to know? Tarantulas, probably. I love them, even though spiders kinda scare me. Last movie you watched the whole way through? Elf, I think, with Sara's fam. What's your favorite fruit? Strawberries are where it's at. Last time you drank coffee? I've only ever sipped coffee to try to see if I liked it. Never have. I THINK I last took a sip of Sara's when we went on a breakfast date? Has anyone ever called you rich? Calling me rich would be entirely ludicrous. What makes you feel beautiful? Nothing. How many bathrooms are in your house? Two. Last time you were on a plane and where did you go? A couple years ago, coming home from Illinois. Favorite flavor muffin? Uggghhhh chocolate. Do you prefer stripes or polka dots? Polka dots. I tend to find circles visually appealing. Did you take Music when you were in school? I think all the elementary school students did. I was also in band in middle and high school; I played the flute. Why did you last feel like crying? I'm just sick of how my life is going. Do you find being alone with strangers scary, interesting, or indifferent? I find it either awkward or terrifying, depending on the gender. It's not a willing thing or intended sexism whatsoever, I'm just naturally afraid of men. Do your initials spell a legitimate word? If so, what? No. Does someone’s background affect whether you'll be friends with them or not? Well, it depends on what they've done. How about their religious background? No. If someone admitted cheating in a past relationship of theirs, would you trust them? Nope, bye. Did you ever want to be a cook as a kid? No. How about a fashion designer? No. Do you prefer fire or ice? Fire aesthetically, but ice is certainly less intimidating. When happy, do you become more talkative? OH yes. Are you offended easily by non-politically correct language? No, really. I wouldn't say derogatory terms, but I really don't understand why most people put so much weight into a single made-up word. But again, you won't hear that language coming out of my mouth because I understand that it just does hurt some people, and I respect that. Do you think the censors/fcc go a bit too far or are just right? It's gone overboard, imo. What's your I.Q? I don't want to know, haha. Have you ever taken a martial art? Which one{s}? No. Do you know anyone who is scared of you? Um, no. What person who has died would you bring back and why? Probably Steve Irwin. His children have done FUCKING FANTASTIC at carrying on his legacy and purpose, but I feel he could've taught the world so much more than he had time to... Do you like watermelon? No. Too watery. Can you remember the month of your first kiss? Yes, actually. March. What do you think is the most interesting thing about you? I'm unsure, really. Do you like being complimented or does it make you uncomfortable? Both. What artist's paintings do you find the most beautiful? This is an impossible question. What about the most disturbing? Oh man, I watch this one person on deviantART that makes especially creepy artwork. I follow a loooot of dark artists, though, so it's difficult to pick. Have you ever gone to a camp or summer school? A church-related summer thing, yes, as a kid. What was your favorite cartoon as a child? Pokemon was/is where it's at. What was your biggest fear as a child? Thunderstorms, holy shit. Would you rather be able to fly or breathe underwater? Be able to breathe underwater. What about invisibility or mindreading? Definitely invisibility. Mindreading would just... suck. Hurt. Especially if you couldn't control it. Which stereotype do you dislike the most? Good question, considering I hate a shit ton. Can you remember all your past teachers names? No, not all of them. Do you like talent shows? Which ones? I don't mind watching 'em. I particularly used to love America's Got Talent. Have you ever failed an important exam? In what? Yes; I failed horribly at my final math exam the last time I was in school. Are you on any meds? Too many. Just way too many for someone my age. I'm really starting to think I'm over-medicated to where it's dulling my senses, feelings, and also destroying my memory. But I kinda need like... all of them. I'm talking to my psychiatrist in just a couple days though, actually, and I'm going to talk to him about maybe trying to wean me off my OCD med, since I haven't had big symptoms in a long time. I wanna see how I deal without it. What color is your razor? Black and orange. What is your fave frozen treat? Just the classic ice cream. Which supermarket do you like to shop at? We tend to get our groceries from Wal-Mart. Do you struggle to say ‘no’ to things you don’t want to do? YESSIREE. Are you friends with someone a lot of people dislike? I don't think there's anyone that is widely disliked, no. Have you ever had to deal with someone close to you going off to war? No, thankfully. Other than yourself, who did you last buy something for? Mom. What's something you complain about frequently? My legs hurting. It's hard to ignore when taking one step is painful. Have you ever talked about your period with a guy? Were they okay with it, or grossed out? I certainly haven't talked about it in-depth, but it's been mentioned in some way when I was with Jason. I mean we were together for three and a half years, sexually active (and I ain't doing jackshit if it's that time of the month), and I spent as much time with him as possible, so... it woulda came up. I'm sure he was indifferent about it, he was a mature guy. Have you ever been to an Asian (any type) market? If so, what is the closest one to you? No. I've never even heard of one around here. Have you ever slept with a member of the opposite sex without having sex? Back up two questions, haha. That was normal. How would you feel if your significant other had tattoos? Shit man, I love tattoos. I'd obviously not care. How have you been feeling today? Depressed. Where’s your phone right now? On my chest. I'm lying down. Is there a certain person that makes you feel safe? ugh When you drink alcohol with friends, do you play drinking games? I never have. What are the best kind of Girl Scout cookies? I don't remember their names, honestly... but the chocolate and peanut butter ones come to mind.

#survey #surveys #questions

[carlosjillgivemelife]

Shark week.

If menstruation grosses you out, or the natural cycle of reproductive organs... then I don’t know what to tell you? I guess trigger warning? This is something that I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about with many characters that have a uterus being more present as lead roles in games. How would they have dealt with their periods? Even on a normal basis. I couldn’t help but to think about Jill, and god that’d suck if she was getting chased by Nemesis around the city, all while dealing with cramps. Anyways... 

(I am strangely proud that I get to use this gif for correct context for once in my life)

Jill on her period: 

Normally Jill is pretty self-sufficient. She’s always been super independant, even as a teen. So when she has her period, she doesn’t make a big deal about it. She knows though when it’s coming due to body aches, boobs hurting, and her patience is drastically shorter. 

She’s a moderate bleeder. 

She is however one prone to some gnarly cramps! I mean ones that would leave you doubled over, and sobbing. When that happens, she’s out for a few hours. Hot water bottle on her belly, a couple of pain pills popped, and something on the television to keep her distracted. 

Her cramps will get so bad that they also spread through her back, and make laying anywhere but on her sides absolutely painful! 

She isn’t one to binge on chips and chocolate when she’s on her period. She does enjoy some intense dark chocolate, and a hard candy that she can roll around in her mouth and clench onto with her molars when she feels a cramp coming on! 

It is a little odd to Jill how easily Carlos deals with the idea that she is on her period. 

A lot of men she worked with in the RPD, and even in the military were juvenile when they heard a person was on their period! She thought it was stupid to be squirrely, and weird about. After all, it’s a body’s natural reaction monthly, what is there to be grossed out about it?

Salty snacks she does enjoy during is cheesy popcorn! White cheddar, aged cheddar- whatever. So long as it’s a bag of popcorn she can munch on that has cheese on it be it melted, or that dusting of it then she’s happy! 

First three days are the worse pain wise for her. There have been a couple times she has to call out of work, simply for the fact she’s in a shit ton of pain!

Jill is still taken aback at Carlos acceptance over the fact she has periods. Again, she’s worked around normal men, and has seen how weirdly squeamish they are about the IDEA someone would have a period. 

She’s told Carlos number of times he doesn’t need to do anything for her. She’s a tough independent woman that has dealt with having a period since she was 12. 

The dogs are subjected to her making them snuggle her when Carlos isn’t around during the times she needs someone to hold her, or to hold onto something. 

Carlos dealing with Jill when she’s on her period:

I’d really like to believe that with Carlos’s women respecting energy he has, that someone being on their period isn’t going to gross him out. In fact he’s pretty good at figuring out and sensing when Jill is about to start her’s. One he figures out when her menstrual cycle usually starts. Then he watches how her moods change throughout the month leading to her period, and does listen to her when she says something is starting to hurt. 

He realized quick in their dating that Jill does not want to be overly fussed over! He made that mistake the first time she was on her period when they were dating, and she bled through her pants. It wasn’t so much he freaked out. It was the fact he jumped into action so quickly, and was trying to do everything he could to make her feel comfortable. Which led to her feeling more awkward than what was needed.

They were still learning about each other then, and he realize that Jill is very independent, and she doesn’t want to feel smothered. Granted his heart was in the right place, but buying her unneeded things and being busy and fussing over her led to them being in an argument. 

Carlos grew up with a bunch of sisters, he’s the middle child. So, when his sisters’ all started that dreaded week, he learned fast to get over the idea of hearing about blood coming out of a vagina. 

Carlos now just quietly goes about doing certain things for Jill. When she wakes up at night, or is groaning from a cramp he’ll get up and get her some water and the bottle of ibuprofen. He now asks her if she needs a hot water bottle, or for him to rub her back instead of assuming. She appreciates it more when he does ask, and allows her the chance to say yes or no. Again, she doesn’t want to feel she depends on someone to do the things for her that she can normally do for herself, but it’s nice when someone asks. 

Carlos has, and will go to the store for Jill if she’s out of what she needs for that week. While we love our boy Carlos for being the amazing soul he is, he still calls Jill to ask what brand, size, type etc. of menstrual product she needs. 

CARLOS ISN’T AFRAID TO BUY THOSE PRODUCTS, AND DOESN’T NEED TO BUY SOMETHING MASCULINE TO COMPENSATE FOR HIS MASCULINITY! 

Carlos is the one to convince Jill to talk to a doctor, or specialist in regards to her cramps. He literally is the one that brings it up that the pain she has isn’t normal, and she shouldn’t be left in crippling pain for the first few days of her period. This leads to an argument, one which Carlos wins by stating he’s been reading up on what it means when someone has such painful cramps during a period. Possible disorders, or complications that can occur due to said cramps, and pain. Who to talk to. Questions to ask, etc. etc. Jill is reluctant, but finally gives in and agrees to talk to a doctor about the pain she’s experiencing when she’s on her period. 

When Jill does go to that appointment, Carlos offers to go with her. Jill rather receptive to it, and says she was going to ask if he’d go with her. She is strangely nervous. Since Raccoon City, she’s worried that she’s forever fucked up in every way possible. Carlos reassures her that she’s not, and that he has sisters’ and he’s seen how they used to react from certain pains during their period. 

During that whole appointment with her gynecologist, she holds Carlos’s hand. Carlos knows how nervous she is, not by how she speaks, but by how tightly she holds his hand. 

So there we have it. I don’t know why I felt this was needed to be listed out, but I had the overwhelming sensation come over me to do it. I wanted to leave it realistic, and be respectful to Jill’s stubborn, and independant nature. While at the same being respectful for Carlos’s compassionate soul. 

#Head canon #Resident Evil 3 #Resident Evil 3 Headcanon #Jill Valentine #Carlos Oliveira #Valeveira #Jill x Carlos #menstrual pain #periods #cramping #Our boy Carlos is a gem

[three-self-shippers]

“you’re a piece of hot flaming garbage!”

Todoroki x Kaitlyn

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Genre: fluff, self-insert oc x character

Warnings: cursing, angst if you squint, Endeavor🤢

Word count: 2k

A/N: this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would. this is canon to the current ‘storyline’ we have decided to play out over on @kait-answers, @stephie-answers, & @lei-answers. I had a lot of fun portraying how I think I would act if this scenario actually happened. enjoy! :)

↠ After finally confessing to Todoroki, we manage to go on our first date. Not without an unwanted interruption, however.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It’s Saturday night, and I’m so fucking nervous. I think I might puke. Going on a date with the sweet, heroic, powerful, handsome, and every other positive adjective in the dictionary boy that I’ve been pining after for a year is not as easy as I imagined it to be.

Y’know, going to Japan’s famous hero school will teach you a few things. How to properly use your Quirk, how to build support gear, how to piss off your friends, etc. but the one thing they fail to account for is how to be an average teenager, with hormones and shit. So, when I first saw Shoto Todoroki for the first time at the first-year sports festival, I didn’t know how I felt. American boys are great and all, but this is the first time I feel like I am genuinely liked. Now here I am, at a nice restaurant, across from the person that holds my heart in his hands.

The restaurant Todoroki made reservations at is fantastic. Beautiful lights hang from the ceiling; everything is decorated with black, gold and red accents, and wooden chairs and tables. The table we’re sitting has this amazing view of the sunset, and the light cascading over us makes it ethereal. Candles and a vase of flowers also accentuate the romantic mood. I couldn’t even afford to eat here if I tried. The place isn’t too packed, and the hostess gushed at us when we came in. That was humiliating.

I look great, or at least I think I do. Although, that’s all thanks to Steph and Lei. Lei altered my dress and added lace detailing, complementing the light blue satin material nicely. It has a flowy skirt, spaghetti straps, and I paired it with some simple ballet flats. Steph insisted that I at least wear some makeup, so I let her do some light mascara, blush, eyeshadow, and lip gloss. I did my hair, straightening it and doing a half-up-half-down updo.

I rub my sweaty palms on my napkin, adjust my glasses, and absentmindedly fiddle with the pendant around my neck. I really wish I knew how to start a conversation and not be awkward. Coincidentally, we both ordered soba. I’m also pretty sure I saw two mysterious figures that looked particularly like my best friends.

“Um, thank you again...for this. You look really nice.” I start. “By the way.” Todoroki looks at me, and I freeze. He looks perfect. He’s dressed in a simple white button-down that complements his red and white hair and beautiful heterochromatic eyes. He looks straight out of a magazine.

“You’re welcome. It’s my first time doing this kind of thing, so I hope it’s to your liking. You look nice as well.” He gives me a small, gentle smile, and I swear to god I would’ve melted right on the spot. I smile back at him, genuinely.

“So…how's the hero work going?” I ask.

“Good. I’m participating in a work-study right now.” Todoroki responds. “How’s the support course?” He asks me.

“It’s good! I recently finished Stephanie’s upgraded mask, and now I’m working on Lei’s hero costume. I’m thinking of making her gloves and making her actual suit lighter. I have so many ideas…” I didn’t realize I was rambling until suddenly there was a bowl of soba in front of me. “Oh. Uh, sorry, Todoroki. I was rambling,”

“It’s fine, Kaitlyn. I enjoy listening to you speak about something you seem so passionate about. But please, call me Shoto.” Todoroki says bluntly. A fierce heat spreads across my cheeks as I comprehend what he just said.

“Okay. S-Shoto. Are you sure that’s okay? I-I know that’s kind of a big deal in Japan, and…” I trail off. His given name sounds strange with my accent, but it feels right. “Shoto,” I say again, testing the pronunciation.

It was now Shoto’s turn to be flustered. A light pink color had blossomed on his face, and it was adorable. A giggle erupts from my lips without warning.

“Is something funny?” Shoto asks me. He tilts his head to the side in confusion, slurping on his noodles.

“No, it’s just, you’re cute when you’re blushing,” I say, half surprised by my forwardness. Oh my god. Why did I say that? Shoto looks like he doesn’t know what to say. Instead, the blush deepens, he coughs and changes the subject. I guess I'll take that as a good thing.

“Do they have soba in America?” He inquires. I look down at the half-eaten, delicious meal in front of me and think.

“Not exactly. They have different types of noodles and Americanized versions, but none are as good as this. I’m not surprised that it’s your favorite food.” I explain.

“Hmm,” he nods, “how do you know it’s my favorite food?”

Dammit. I exposed myself.

“Um , I kinda...memorized your schedule and noticed that you got cold soba at lunch every day. I figured it was your favorite.” I scratch the back of my neck nervously and blush again.

“Oh. You like spicy curry, but sometimes you get warm soba. I also memorized your schedule, but I didn’t mean to.” He casually adds.

“Yeah, I do. I like spicy food. Soba is delicious as well.” I smile. I don’t show it, but butterflies flutter in my stomach at his words. Maybe he does really like me.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After finishing dinner, I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Laughter bubbles up from my chest as Shoto tells me about how he thought he was the “hand crusher” because of how Midoriya and Iida got injured in their first year.

“Hand crusher? Really?!” I laugh. “I am the hand crusher.” I hold up my hand and playfully mock Shoto’s formal, monotone voice.

“Don’t mock my concern for my friends, Kait. I might crush your hand too.” Shoto smirks. For a split second, I fear he’s serious, but the light expression that plays on his usually stoic features says otherwise. “I remember that time I was passing by your class and you stabbed yourself with a pencil using your Quirk.”

“Oh, yeah. I was actually, um, staring at you...” I chuckle, slightly embarrassed as I recall the memory.

“Really?” Shoto wonders.

“It’s really embarrassing telling you this, but my Quirk activates and is harder to control when I’m feeling a strong emotion. I still have the led mark.” I laugh again, and I notice Shoto staring at me. I look at him and he looks away. We both blush.

We continue to walk side by side, heading back to U.A, and I admire the scenery. The night sky is beginning to peek out from the horizon and stars twinkle brightly on it. I look back at Shoto, but his expression changed drastically, and he stepped in front of me.

Then I see him. Endeavor, the number one hero, stands in front of us, scowling. His towering presence was scary up close, and his flames were warm and threatening, unlike Shoto’s. I have a strong urge to flip him off.

“Shoto.” Endeavor booms. Jeez, even his voice is rude.

“Father. What are you doing here?” Shoto scowls back.

“I have your location on my phone. I was not aware that you would be out tonight.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have to tell you everything.” Endeavor ignores Shoto’s remark and turns in my direction. I gulp.

“Who are you?!” The older Todoroki demands. Shoto opens his mouth to say something, but I speak first. it’s better to be polite than nothing.

“Hello, I’m Kaitlyn Grant. I attend U.A with Shoto.” I say formally. Hopefully my accent isn’t too obvious. Endeavor raises a brow, presumably at my use of his son’s given name.

“Are you in the hero course? What’s your Quirk?” He interrogates. I take a breath, trying to hide my nervousness.

“N-No sir, I’m in the support course. M-My Quirk is Psychokinesis, meaning I can manipulate the environment using my mind. It’s not very strong…” I mumble that last part. I avoid his glare, opting to mess with my fingers instead. The tension in the air is thick and awkward. I can feel his judgment.

“You seem weak. How do I know you’re good enough to date my son?” Endeavor’s voice reverberates in my ears. Ouch. How would you know that when I don’t even know that? “I just want what’s best for you, Shoto.”

“Can’t you see you’re making her uncomfortable? Please leave us. We should get back to school now.” Shoto steps forward.

“Fine. We’ll discuss this later.” The number one hero starts to continue his patrol route, but not without sparing me another icy glare. A mixture of anger and anxiety forms a pit in my stomach. I'm about to do something I'll most likely regret later.

“You’re a piece of hot flaming garbage!” I see Shoto holding back a chuckle in my peripheral. At this point I don’t know if he can hear me, but I don’t care. A faint green glow surrounds me as I float a small rock towards me. Before I lose momentum, I propel it in Endeavor’s direction.

It hits the back of his head and he looks back. “Oh, shit.” I curse.

Without thinking, I quickly grab Shoto’s hand and take off running. Thank goodness I wore flats. Luckily, campus is not too far away.

“Oh my god. Shoto, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” I breathe, exasperated. I stop running because we finally arrive in front of the 2-H dorms’ door. I still have a grip on his hand. It feels nice. I looked up to find Shoto standing mere inches away from me. The height difference making it so that he could easily bend down and kiss my forehead. Why am I thinking about that?

“I can’t believe I hit the number one hero with the rock!” I exclaim.

“Thank you.” Shoto whispers. He uses his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. It feels like time stops when his fingers brush my cheek.

“Thank you? What?! I made a terrible impression!! He doesn’t think I’m good enough! What if...what if I’m not good enough.” I panic and tears prick at the corners of my eyes. However, Shoto stops me by letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Look at me. I don’t care what my father says. I had a wonderful time with you and I found your outburst quite amusing.” He flashes me another small smile.

“You are good enough, Kaitlyn. I’ve liked you long enough to realize that, even if you don’t.”

Those words are enough to dissolve the pit in my stomach. I think back to when I confessed to him and my cheeks grow red. Throwing caution to the wind, I lean up on my toes and place a peck on his lips. Shoto pulls me closer and I hope he can’t hear my rapid heartbeat.

The kiss is quick and awkward, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We pull apart and I smile widely for the millionth time tonight.

“Thank you, Shoto. I had a really great time as well.” My phone vibrates in my pocket, making me jump. What a way to ruin the moment. “Sorry,” I have 20 missed calls and 46 messages, either from Hatsume, Steph, or Lei. I ignore them.

“Don’t apologize, it’s late and you should get inside. Here, have my phone number so you can contact me.” Shoto holds out a piece of paper with his contact information. When did he have time to write that? Nevermind. I take the slip of paper and twirl it in between my fingers.

“I’ll see you later? I don’t really know what to say...” I say to him.

“It’s okay. Goodnight, Kait. Sleep well.” Shoto looks at me before slowly heading back to his dorm. I laugh to myself at his short reply. Not unusual for him, but yes, it’s okay. Everything is.

Now alone, I stand there a second to take it all in. I went on a date with Shoto Todoroki, kissed him (again), I hit his father with a rock, and called him “a piece of hot flaming garbage”. Typical first date things.

I feel like screaming, but in a good, “oh my fucking god, I can’t fucking believe that actually happened”, way.

Now if only I could get Lei to go on a date with Shinsou. That was an ordeal for another time.

#todoroki x kaitlyn #todoroki x oc #anime #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shoto todoroki #bnha shoto todoroki #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki fluff #todoroki x oc!reader

[im-bipolar-but-thats-okay]

Fuck. I might have just had a break through.

Just saw my new therapist for the second time. I enjoy talking to her although we are still in the process of getting to know each other. She is kind and definitely has my best interest at heart. What more can I ask for?

We determined that I am moderately depressed, which I guess is a stone throw away from extreme depression. I’m trying to make a new appointment with my psychiatrist but no one at the office is answering. I want my meds re-evaluated because I need help with this depression. I also think I want to ask to be taken off of Latuda. I’m not really sure what she can do, but I know when my anti-depressant, sertraline/zoloft, was higher, it made me extremely anxious. I want to be taken off of the Latuda, an antipsychotic, because I think it is why I gained so much weight in the last two years. I do plan on going to the gym more and eating better and etc, but I’m hoping getting off Latuda will help. Right now my mood stabilizer, Lamictal/lamotrigne, is doing okay. When I first started taking it, I did get a rash. This is very common for Lamictal, but the rash went away after a couple of weeks. I haven’t had any other symptoms so I am not worried about that medication.

Lately I have been thinking that I just want to feel okay. I am very tired and pretty sad and I just want to be happy. I wonder how other people feel when they are happy. My therapist asked me if I ever feel manic. I haven’t in a very long time. I have random days where I feel almost manic but not full blown mania. I kind of miss that feeling of being on top of the world. I think I would give a lot to feel that way right now. It would be nice to accomplish something like cleaning my whole apartment or running 3 miles. 

A big part of our conversation was about my drinking. She thinks it is linked to my depression even if I am not drinking everyday. I definitely think it is a battle I am losing. I can’t decide if I want to quit or not or if I am even capable of quitting. I know in order to quit I have to really want to. I’m not sure if I want to, but I am scared that I won’t be able to have the things I want most if I don’t quit. She asked me if drinking is worth my life. But I don’t even care about my life so it is hard to answer that question. 

The thing I want most is to have a family. I use to want to be in love and marry the man of my dreams, but lately reality has set in and I don’t think that exists anymore. I am dating someone and he is amazing in his own right, but he is flawed. And I am flawed. I am so flawed. I understand now that the fairy tale happily ever after doesn’t exist. It can’t, not for me at least. I’m bipolar, and things are always going to be a struggle. Despite this, I still want a family. I want little kids. I want to teach them about the world. I want to teach them how cruel it is but how to make it better. I want them to be little rays of sunshine who are tough and smart and funny and proud. I want my babies to speak Spanish so fast that I can’t understand them. 

Fuck. I might have just had a break through. 

I don’t care about my life right now. I don’t particularly like my life right now. But I do want a future with children. I cannot have children if I am continuing to drink and have reckless behavior. 

I don’t know if this obvious realization is going to drastically change things for me. This isn’t a movie. Things do not change overnight, but maybe little by little I can remind myself of what can be in store for me if I take care of myself. I can have a future with an adoring husband and beautiful little Spanish speaking babies. I just need to take care of myself. I need to go to my psychiatrist to have my meds re-evaluated and I need to quit drinking. 

#bipolar #bipolar disorder #mental health #mental illness #mental health support #mental disorder #mental instability #antidepressants #antipsychotics #mood stabilizers #lamictal #lamotrigine #zoloft #sertraline #latuda #depression #therapy #therapist #psychiatrist

[inadaydream99]

Hey, happy 200+ followers, hope it comes more in the future (and it will) 😘. And can I request a SKZ Reaction to their idol!s/o being their senior/sunbae. Thanks in advance honey, good luck on your uni.

Hey! Thank you for requesting 😁 you are so sweet! I hope you enjoy these scenarios and sorry they took so long 😁😁 Also I got a little carried away with some of them sorry 😂

Chan

You had just gotten off stage from rehearsals feeling exhausted and gasping for a drink of water. Your group have been practicing non-stop for weeks to make sure that your performance for the show was perfect. However, due to you constantly rehearsing, you haven’t had much time to see your boyfriend. The two you are both idols, so you’re schedules are usually busy anyway, but lately you have been so busy that you have barely had enough time to reply to his messages.

“(Y/N)!” You hear from behind you before being spun around and engulfed in a tight embrace. You can’t help but smile widely, completely overjoyed that Chan had come to see you.

“When did you get here?” You question happily as you pull away slightly to look at Chan.

“About 10 minutes ago, I caught the end of your last run though, it was amazing.” He beams down at you, a blush covering your cheeks as you become shy from his compliment.

“Stop, it wasn’t that good.” You insist which makes chan chuckle.

“Of course it was, your group always gives the best performances, thats why you have been around for so long.” Chan continues with a slightly teasing tone, loving how timid you become when being praised.

“Hey! Just because your group hasn’t been around as long as mine doesn’t mean you can call us old.” You playfully retort, raising a brow in amusement. You both burst into laughter as you enjoy each other’s company after so long of not spending time together.

Woojin

“What do you mean you’re not good enough?” Woojin softy asks as he takes your hands and moves them from covering your face.

Although you were technically his senior, you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t good enough, like you have been holding your group back ever since your debut. It was tearing you appart inside.

“You are a million and one times good enough, everyone can see it but you. You’ve clearly been overworking yourself so you should get some rest.” Woojin speaks sincerely, his eyes gazing deeply into yours as you sniffle to keep from crying anymore tears.

“Only if you promise that you will do the same.” You reply, knowing that the words he has just spoken to you were what he also needed to hear. Woojin softly smiles and nods in responce as he pulls you into a tight embrace, neither of you ever wanting to let go of each other.

Minho

“You have to be kidding me.” Minho flatly states, rolling his eyes as he you approach him backstage.

You had just finished getting ready and decided to pay your boyfriend and his group a visit before going onstage.

“What, is this bad?” You smirk, titling your head to one side teasingly.

“How on earth am I meant to compete with you? You know, sometimes I wish I was your senior.” he reply’s as a smile overtakes his face at you playfully wiggling your eyebrows as him.

“Just because you are older, but I debuted first.” You continue to tease in a giddily, childshish mood.

“Honestly. Sometimes I’m embarrassed for you.” Minho continues, trying to keep a serious face while surpressing his laughter.

“Jealously isn’t a good colour on you.” You sass before turning around and walking away. Minho just watches you with a devilish smirk, loving that you can be just as sassy and quick witted as him.

Changbin

“How fantastic.” Changbin exclaimed in fake excitement, his face falling flat straight after to show his sarcasm.

“It’s ok, you’ll get to where I am one day.” You reply which earns you a playful slap on the arm.

“Alright, I get it! I bow down to you my great Sunbae!” Changbin overdramaticly responds, mockingly bowing to you making you laugh as you watch him in amusement.

“See, this is why I like you.” You comment through your giggles before Changbin pulls you into a tight hug, squeesing you to death as you laugh louder.

Hyunjin

“How did you do that!” You state in complete awe as you watch Hyunjin practice. He never seizes to amaze you every time you watch him dance.

“Oh please, like you haven’t been a main dancer for your group for a lot longer than me.” Hyunjin retorts. He always likes to compliment you, knowing that you think he is way better than you, when he believes it’s the other way around.

“That doesn’t mean I’m better than you though.” You respond without a seconds thought, voicing your instant reply to your boyfriends seeming facts.

“Yeah sure... I guess we’ll have to fight to see who’s really the best.” You roll your eyes at Hyunjin’s suggestion.

“I challenge you to a dance off!” You laugh as Hyunjin dramatically challenges you, grabbing your hand and pulling you up into the middle of the room before playing some music.

Jisung

“And that’s why I need to step up my game.” Jisung states matter of factly, nodding his head enthusiastically as you scoff. You have been debating between you about who you think is the best all round performer on stage between you both.

“Uhuh, sure. That’s what you need to do.” You sarcastically respond, completely disagreeing with his statement.

“Don’t be like that, you know it’s true. Come on, help me improve! That’s what you are mean to do as my girlfriend and senior.” Jisung whines, throwing a small tantrum like a child as you huff.

“But you’re perfect already.” You silence him, taking his hand in yours as he stares at you intently, rendered speechless for once.

“Ah why are you like this.” Jisung uses his free hand to cover his face but nothing can hide the crimson colour that tints his cheeks.

“You’re adorable.” You giggle as you move to hug him, his head nuzzling into your neck as he engulfs you in his hold.

Felix

“Can you not.” You complain as Felix takes your hand in his hand begins playing with your fingers, a pout on his lips at you dismissing him. You have been sulking for a while, annoyed because you overheard Felix confess to Changbin that sometimes it annoys him when it’s bought up that you are his senior.

He resorted to laying his head in your lap, placing your hand onto his head to try and entice you to play with his hair and talk to him. But it hasn’t been working. Drastic times call for drastic measures.

“You heard it completely out of context. I didn’t mean I don’t like it, it’s just because people like to reference it a lot, I just don’t want you to constantly see me that way.” He explains, trying to reason with you to get you to forgive him.

“But I don’t. It’s just the way it is, I can’t help that.” You sigh, feeling deflated from the situation. You can understand where Felix is coming from, but it’s not like you can change anything.

“Look, I’m really sorry. Can’t we just forget about this?” He leans up a little, sending you his best puppy eyes to get you to break. You roll your eyes knowing that he is right and it’s a petty argument anyway.

“Fine.” You mumble, a shy smile on your face as Felix cheers and sits up beside you. You let out a chuckle under your breath as he puts his arm over your shoulder and pulls you into his side, placing a kiss on top of your head.

Seungmin

“That’s it, I’ve had enough of this.” Seungmin states as everyone laughs at him. The guys had been teasing him, saying that they think he is lucky that you are his girlfriend because you are his senior and you could be with any guy you wanted. It had never really bothered Seungmin before, until he was teased about it every time one of the guys got the chance.

“I don’t think it really matters who debuted first, it doesn’t make anyone better than the other. I don’t choose who I want to be with based on that.” You defend Seungmin, sending him a warm smile.

“And you chose me.” Seungmin proudly states, feeling confident from you backing him up. You feel your heart skip a beat seeing his boost in confidence and bright smile, it’s one of your favourite things about him. Nothing else can compare to Seungmin when he smiles.

You nod your head as he approches you, intertwining your fingers together as he stares down at you fondly.

“Ugh get a room.” You hear Hyunjin utter in disgust at your PDA. But neither of you care, too engrossed in each other to even think of responding.

Jeongin

“But I’m smol and cute.” Jeongin childishly companies as you try to get his hand to let go do yours. Your group was waiting for you but your boyfriend refused to let you out of his sight, being in a clingy mood.

“Stop being so clingy innie.” You say as you continue to pry your hand out of his tight grip.

“Never!” Jeongin exclaims as he uses his strength to pull you into his chest and wrap his arms around your waist.

“Good luck (Y/N).” Chan chuckles as he walks past, not even trying to help you get free. You mentally curse at him for leaving you to deal with Jeongin alone.

“Please, my group is one of the main performances for tonight and I need to rehearse.” You plea, resorting to begging Jeongin to let you fee as your strength is nothing compared to his.

“It’s not my fault you’re my senior and your group is a main act. I just want to cuddle with my girlfriend.” Jeongin stubbornly answers, relentlessly clinging to you.

“If you let me go I promise I will cuddle with you all you want later.” You compromise, trying to persuade him.

“Promise?” Jeongin answers as he unconsciously loosenes his grip.

“Yeah, see you later!” You hurriedly respond as you rush out of the room, already exhausted before you’ve even started for the day.

#stray kids requests #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids drabbles #stray kids x reader #kpop requests #kpop fluff #kpop angst #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop x reader