#alright now that i've worked on my evening's anxiety it's off to bed
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On The Count Of Three
Harvey x FTM!Farmer
I've been thinking about this idea for days, but I've only just been able to write it sort of like how I want it. I'm not 100% happy with the ending but trying to expand it out made it worse so I chose the less worse option (in my mind). Slightly inspired by my fear of needles and my third-degree yearns of wanting Harvey to take care of me
Warnings: needles, injections, mention of fear of heights, anxiety, references to Harvey's ten heart event, slight hurt/comfort, semi-implied transphobia (not addressed)
Word Count: 1,002
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Harvey washed his hands in the bathroom sink. He wasn’t even thinking about it, so second nature to nearly everything he did at work. Instead, he thought mostly about what he needed to grab from the medicine cabinet.
A bandaid, disinfectant, a fresh needle, and the bottle of testosterone. He repeated them in his head like a mantra as he dried his hands off and began grabbing each item in turn. With everything secured in his arms, he leaves the bathroom behind and heads into the bedroom.
The farmer fidgeted anxiously as they sat on the edge of the bed, watching him intensely as he set everything aside and ripped open the disinfecting wipe.
Harvey couldn’t help but feel honored to be trusted with this. Yes, he was a doctor, but it was nearly a year after their arrival in Pelican Town that they told him about their plans for medically transitioning. They’d admitted to him later that they were afraid of the people in this small town rejecting them or worse. They were so alone in Zuzu City for so long, they’d hate to feel that way again here.
This had become a sort of ritual after that. When the prescription first came in, they’d held it in their hands, staring down at it as they sat on the exam table, like it was an alien baby they were holding. He asked if they needed help the first time, to know what to do. But it quickly became abundantly clear when he tried handing the prepped needle off to them that they couldn’t do it on their own.
As he knelt down on the rug by the bed, he looked up at them. They were looking away now, staring hard at the wall. Their hands shook in their lap, fingers tapping uneven patterns against their thighs. The cold shock of the disinfectant startled them, but they just closed their eyes and tapped another rapid pattern against their skin. He set the used wipe aside and removed the guard off the needle, drawing the proper amount of the hormone into the reservoir before setting the bottle aside.
Each sound made them more visibly anxious. He could hear them swallow thickly, hear the slight tremor in their breaths. If he was any closer, he’d hear the rapid beating of their heart against their ribcage.
He took one of their hands in his, and kissed the slightly sweaty palm with deep fondness. He thought this was one of the bravest things he’d ever seen them do. Nevermind going down into the mines, every single week they faced their fear, trusting in him to get them through it. And every single week, he did, and every week after they were ready to close their eyes, grit their teeth, and get through it again.
“It’s alright, dear, I’ve got you. Take some deep breaths now, alright?”
The first inhale was shaky. The exhale was squeezed out like somebody trying to get air out of a bag before they closed it. He waited patiently as they repeated the doctor’s orders a few more times, each subsequent one becoming smoother and easier. He hummed his approval, encouraging them to keep going.
He kissed their palm again reassuringly before setting their hand aside with a comforting squeeze. When he let go, their next exhale was choppy and nervous. There was nothing for it; the sooner he got this over with, the sooner they’d actually be able to calm down.
“Okay, ready?”
They nodded, eyes shut impossibly tight as they prepared for the sting.
“On the count of three. One… two… three.”
He slid the needle into the appropriate depth, drew some blood into the needle, and pressed down on the plunger to inject the dose. Their hands clenched into tight fists, clutching at nothing or the blanket underneath them. They remained that way for a moment after he removed the needle and clicked the guard back in place and set it safely aside. He peeled open the bandaid, removed the two pieces protecting the sticky parts, and expertly planted it over the injection site.
“All done! How are you feeling?” He took both their hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over their knuckles to smooth out their fists. They sighed deeply as they finally opened their eyes to look down at him, blinking spots from their vision.
“Exhausted,” they admitted. Harvey was no stranger to how much energy being scared ripped out of a person. He kissed the inside of their wrist. “Thank you for helping me with this. I know it’s kind of stupid.”
He squeezed their hands. “Hey, it’s not stupid. I think being scared of needles is a very justified fear.”
They huffed. “I know, it’s just… We’ve been doing this every week for how long now? I shouldn’t be so scared, but even just thinking about it…” They shuddered. “Which is dumb because it just happened, and it barely hurt at all, so why am I still so freaked out by it?”
He stood up from the ground, letting their hands go to brush some hair from their face, cupping their cheek sweetly. “You remember our first date?”
A bubbly laugh erupted from them. They didn’t expect this to be brought up again after so long. “Yeah, I remember.”
He smiled. “I was terrified of going up in that hot air balloon. But I still did, because…” He chuckles bashfully. “Well, because you were so brave, I felt like I could do it anyway, if you were there. But I’m still terrified of heights!”
“So, you’d go up in another balloon if I was there?”
“In a heartbeat. I’ll always be scared, but if you’re there, I can be a little brave. Or at least try to be.”
They grinned, leaning into his hand. “I love you.”
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to their lips, mustache tickling their upper lip in an oh so familiar and pleasant way. “And I love you.”
#fanfic#fanfiction#harvey x reader#harvey x farmer#sdv harvey x farmer#sdv harvey x reader#stardew valley x farmer#stardew valley x reader#sdv harvey#stardew valley harvey#stardew valley#slight hurt/comfort#fluff
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R, what have you done this time?
@pilferingapples i’m stealing your tags because yeah that sounds about right
#alternatively this is just the aftermath of joly and bossuet realizing the r and bahorel were having them on at dominoes#having friends means you're obligated to gently torment them#grantaire understand this#grantaire#les mis#les miserables#i really can't get over that style of pants#just The most ridiculous any time i draw them i have to double check and make sure these really were a real actual fashion choice#and not like a strange shared delusion or something#it just seems like your pants must get SO mucky? like i can't imagine the streets were exactly CLEAN#my hems already get trodden all over and i at least make an effort to keep them at ankle height#oh well everything about drawing canon era clothing is baffling lbr#alright now that i've worked on my evening's anxiety it's off to bed#my art
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Telling Skz your ex texted you
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A/N: So here's another reaction after a very long time. I hope it tuns out alright, I haven't gone through and edited it so if there's any mistakes, no there isn't. Jisung's one is again quite short, I don't know why this keeps happening to me but I find him very hard to write, hopefully a one-shot of him will make up for that (I've got a few ideas, I just need to write it out first). For Seungmin's part, the ending is a bit iffy but other then that, enjoy!
Word count: 5.2K
Bang Chan
"Hey babe?" You called out to your boyfriend who was in the kitchen getting himself a drink.
"Yeah?"
"My ex texted me, what should I text back?"
It goes silent for a couple moments before you call out to him again, "Channie?"
Loud footsteps make their way into the lounge and you see Chan, with a look of annoyance on his face as he makes his way over to you.
"What the fuck does he want?" Chan says as he stands in front of you.
"Just wanted to know if we could meet up." You respond.
Chan goes quiet and you wait for him to speak, watching him as you see his brain ticking over.
"He...wants to meet up?" Chan finally speaks.
You nod your head in confirmation.
"Hasn't that dickhead already put your through enough already? Why is he wanting to talk to you again?" Chan sits down next to you and grabs your hand. "I'm not going to be one of those boyfriends that tells you you can't go, because ultimately it's your choice. But...sweetheart...he put you through hell, he doesn't deserve to see you ever again."
Chan sighs before speaking again, "like I said, it's your choice. Either way I support you, I just personally think that you should ignore him, block him, just get rid of him."
You stay silent for a while before your phone dings again. You look down at it before pulling up the contact of your ex. You block him.
"I did it." You finally speak up.
"What did you do?" Chan asks, grabbing your hand.
You give Chan's hand a squeeze, "I blocked him, I don't know why I hadn't in the first place."
"It's alright baby, I get why you couldn't before."
"Yeah...but I've got you now so, I don't need him anymore."
"That's right, you've got me. And I'm not going anywhere."
Lee Minho
You had gotten a text from your ex.
You chewed on your bottom lip, making it raw and hurt as you agonised over what to do.
You knew you should just delete the messages that kept coming in but just couldn't work up the courage to do it.
You and your ex had not ended on good terms, he was borderline abusive and it took you awhile to work up the strength to leave him. When you finally did, you weren't the same person anymore.
You often got scared by loud shouting and raised hands always made you cower. Minho, you boyfriend of 7 months, knew all about this. He knew about the type of person your ex was and helped you break out of your shell again. He helped you become the person you once were before your ex took that away from you.
Despite all of this, Minho has never been a super protective boyfriend. He never really made a move to go out of his way to protect you, he's never actually really had the need to. Until now.
You were starting to feel anxiety making its way through your body, it clung to you in the most uncomfortable ways possible, squeezing the little bit of air out of your body.
You wanted to tell Minho, why? You weren't even sure yourself. To vent? For advice? To get him to deal with your ex? You don't know. All you know is that your shaking hands and fast-racing heart needed to be with him.
You make your way into your room where Minho was laying on your bed, watching his phone.
Minho looks up at your over the top of his phone before he goes back to watching. A few moments go by and you don't move from your spot in the doorway and Minho pauses his phone and places it down beside him, sitting up and looking over at you.
"Y/n-" Minho goes to say but is cut off from your phone ringing.
You look down and see your ex trying to call you. A sniffle escapes from you as tears well up in your eyes.
"I-" You try to get the words out but you're overcome with tears.
Minho stands up from the bed and makes his way over to you, he grabs your hands and pulls you over to the bed, sitting you both down. Minho gently wipes away your tears and looks at you with a concerned look on his face. "What happened?" He asks.
"My ex texted me." You whisper out, looking down at your hands.
A moment of silence passes before Minho speaks, "What did he say."
"That he wants to talk. He wants to meet up with me and apologise for how things were. he wants to see if we can work things out and get back together."
It goes quite between you two and you look up. Minho's face is blank as h stares off to the side, whatever he's thinking or feeling right now, you can't tell.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you with this." You mumble out.
Minho's face whips around to face you and he opens his mouth. Before he gets the chance to say something, he is once again cut off by your phone ringing.
You feel even more tears well up in your eyes as you see it's your ex trying to call you again. Before you even get the chance to decline the call, your phone is swiped out of your hands.
You watch as Minho answers the call and places it up towards his ear.
"This isn't Y/n." Minho says. There's a moment of silence before he speaks again. "Her fucking boyfriend dickhead."
You watch as a look of pure anger forms on Minho's face, "now you listen here you fucking piece of shit. You contact my girl one more time and I promise you that I'll find you and make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?"
Minho seems to be satisfied with himself as he ends the call, blocking the number of your ex. He throws your phone over to the side of the bed and runs a hand through his hair before looking at you.
"You're not a bother Y/n."
Hearing this confuses you, "huh?"
"Before that son of a bitch called, you said you didn't want to bother me with this. Y/n, you're not a bother to me."
"I just...I just didn't know what to do. You just never really seem to care about this stuff so I just assumed..." you trail off.
"I don't care?" Minho looks at you with a hurt look on his face, "you really think I don't care about you?"
"NO!" You quickly scramble to explain yourself. "I know you care about me but you just never really seem to care about you know...other guys...and like what sets me off and that. I'm sorry, I don's really know what I'm saying."
"Baby..." Minho starts, bringing his hand up to your face. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way because it's far from true."
"Huh?"
"Before you met the boys, I had a long talk with them. Of course I didn't tell them everything but a few basics. You know how they can get with new people they meet, they're loud and touchy. I didn't want them to overwhelm you so I told them to just watch themselves. Even now, sometimes I know that they can get a bit much so I step in. I step in and make up reasons to excuse us because I know you need to have some space but you're too scared to say anything."
"I'm always watching you baby. Always." Minho continues. "It kills me to know what you went through and i know that although you're doing so much better, somethings things set you back. And that's okay. But I know that these setbacks really affect you, so I watch you. I watch so that if you need me to step in, I will. I always will, baby."
"I'm sorry, I really didn't know." You say.
"It's alright baby. You mean to much to me and it hurts me to know you're upset."
You push Minho down onto his back and lay on top of him, putting your head underneath his head, snuggling into his chest. You feel his arms come up to wrap around you protectively as Minho places a kiss on the top of your head.
"I love you Min." You whisper out as your eyes fall close, exhausted from today's events.
"I love you too baby, so much more than you'll ever know."
Seo Changbin
It first happened when you were getting ready to go out for breakfast with your boyfriend, Changbin. You had just finished putting your coat on and was waiting for Changbin to come out of the bathroom so that you both could leave when you got the text.
At first you didn't quite know who it was from, simply thinking it was from a wrong number, so you just brushed it off, not giving it a second thought.
The second time it happened, you and Changbin were walking back from breakfast. It was this time that it clicked to you who exactly was texting you. Blocking the number, you thought that that would be it. Of course though, you were wrong.
All throughout the day you had been receiving text messages from you ex, some pleading for you to take him back, others threatening you for leaving. It left you with an uncomfortable feeling inside of you and you were not quite yourself.
You thought you had been quite good at keeping it to yourself, but your boyfriend, who had noticed right away that something was up, thought that you would come to him when or if you needed too.
But after going to entire day with you looking over your shoulder, Changbin was currently very worried. Worried enough that he decided that if you weren't going to say anything to him, he was going to have to make the first move.
You both were currently sitting down on a park bench, just watching the scenery, it was just reaching sunset.
"Baby?" Changbin calls out to you.
"Yeah?" You turn towards Changbin with a smile on your face.
"Something's been bothering you all day and I've been waiting for you to come to me about it but you haven't. I just don't like seeing you so uncomfortable."
"Nothing's wrong."
"You've been constantly checking your phone and looking over your shoulder, I'm worried baby."
You start to chew your bottom lip and Changbin notices this, he reaches a hand up and gently pulls your lip out from your teeth with his thumb. "None of that love, you'll just hurt yourself. Tell me what's wrong?"
You open your mouth to say something but suddenly your eyes widen as you look over Changbin's shoulder and you're squeezing his hand. Changbin looks over his shoulder and watches a man walk towards you both.
Not quite recognising him but at the same time feeling that this man is somehow familiar to him, Changbin still protectively moves in front of you and watches as the man stops in front of the both of your. He completely disregards Changbin and speak to you.
"Babe, I've been texting you all day. How come you haven't been texting me back huh?" The man speaks.
Changbin turns towards you and all he sees is fear written all over your face and that's enough for him to feel an immense amount of anger well up inside of him.
The man steps forward and reaches out to grab your hand but before he gets the chance Changbin grabs his wrist.
"I don't know who you think you are. But she is not your 'babe'. Changbin speaks with venom in his words and pushes the man's hand away.
The man turns towards Changbin with annoyance, lacing his voice as he speaks. "And who are you?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm Y/n's boyfriend. And you are?"
"Whatever, Y/n babe. Comeback to me, yeah? We can talk about it." The man, who Changbin now recognises as your ex, takes a step towards you and at this Changbin stands up, shoving the man away.
"You take one step closer to her and I swear to God you're going to regret it. Leave and don't contact her again, do you understand?" Despite being shorter than your ex, Changbin was bigger.
"I said. Do. You. Understand?" Changbin says putting emphasis on each individual word.
Your ex nods his head before turning away and walking off. It isn't until your ex is completely out of sight that Changbin sits back down and turns towards you. Noticing the silent tears rolling down your face, Changbin pulls you into a hug.
"We don't need to talk about it now. But I think we need to have a talk later, yeah?" Changbin mumbles into your hair.
You pull away from Changbin and start to apologise. "I'm-" but before you could even finish your sentence you're cut off by Changbin.
No, none of that. Let's just go back home, make some hot chocolate and cuddle while we watch movies, okay?"
You nod your head at him and he stands up, gently pulling you up with him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Hwang Hyunjin
"Jinnie?"
You wait for an answer only to receive none. You sigh and make your way over to the bed where your boyfriend was wrapped up in the blankets.
"Jin?"
You see Hyunjin's eyes look at you before he turns around so his back is facing you. You sit down on the bed next to him and tug at the blankets. You feel a smile form on your face as you feel Hyunjin tug the blankets back from you.
"Baby."
"Oh am I still your baby huh? I thought you had replaced me." As Hyunjin says this he turns to look at you. Noticing the big smilie on your face he just pouts. "And now you're laughing at me."
You flop onto him, wrapping your arms and legs around Hyunjin. "I'm not laughing."
"On the inside you definitely are."
"Okay maybe that's true but it's only because you're so cute."
Hyunjin narrows his eyes at you suspiciously.
"Baby, you know that I love you right
and that me texting my ex, who I am completely over by the way, would never change that? Beside you, my love, are a lot more handsome.”
Hyunjin sighs and a smile finally makes its way onto his face. “I know. But it definitely doesn’t pain me to hear it again from you.”
You roll your eyes at him painfully. “Well if that’s what it takes to stop you from your dramatics, that I’ll tell you over and over again.”
“Dramatics?” Hyunjin looks at you offended. “I am NOT dramatic.”
“Jinnie, you are the definition of dramatic.”
“You know what? For that, I’m not speaking to you again.” Hyunjin gently pushes you off him and rolls over so he’s facing away from you as your laughter sounds around the room.
Han Jisung
“You’ve been staring at your phone for a while, is everything alright?”
You turn to look up at Jisung who had asked you that question, you smile at him softly before replying, “Yeah, Minjun texted me.”
“Minjun, your ex?”
You nod your head before looking back down at your phone, replying to a text Minjun sent you.
Some time passes and you’ve noticed that Jisung has been really quiet, you look up at him to see him staring off, a spaced out look on his face.
“Ji?” You gently call out for Jisung.
Jisung snaps out of the daze he was in and looks at you, “Yeah?”
You move closer to where Jisung is sitting and grab his hand, rubbing your thumb over his. “You were staring into nothing, just wanting to make sure you were okay.”
“You…your ex.” Jisung mumbles.
“What about him?”
“How come you’re talking to him?”
“Oh, you know how he ended up dating one of my friends after we broke up?”
Jisung nods his head.
“Well he wants to propose to her, just asking me for some advice on how to go about it.”
“Oh.” You see Jisung visibly relax and you place your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him.
“You don’t have to worry Ji, I would never leave you.”
“I know, I guess I just got into my head a bit is all.”
With the hand that’s holding Jisung’s, you bring it up to your lips, and place a kiss on his hand. “I know my love, that’s why I’m always here to bring you out of it when you get too far.”
You feel a kiss being placed on the top of your head as Jisung mumbles, ‘I love you’ into your hair.
Lee Felix
You and your ex ended your relationship on good terms. At the time you both just realised that you weren’t right for each other and agreed that maybe being a couple just wasn’t good for you both.
Your ex ended up getting a promotion at work and had to go overseas for some time. You were extremely happy for him but ended up losing contact.
That’s why when your ex texted you out of the blue, you were surprised yes, but also happy.
“What’s got you all happy, my love?”
You looked over at Felix who walked into the living room where you were sitting on the couch.
“Do you remember Minjun?”
This causes Felix to stop in his tracks. “Like..your ex Minjun?”
You nod your head, “Mhm.”
“Yeah I do. What about him?”
“He’s back in Seoul and asked if we could meet up.”
“Oh.”
You look up from your phone then and over to Felix.
“Lix.” You call out softly. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” Felix smiles at you, although you could tell it was forced. “Are you gonna…meet up with him?”
“Probably, it would be nice to see how he’s doing.”
“Oh..that’s-that’s good then.”
A bit confused, you slowly nod your head. “Uh yeah, it is. Are you sure everything is alright?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine, really.”
You stare at Felix for a moment before continuing on. “Well, Minjun is officially back to live in Seoul now. He’s worked his way up and is now extending his branch more.”
“You certainly know a lot about Minjun.”
“We’ve just been texting, trying to find time to catch up.”
Felix goes really quiet then. You could tell something was bothering him but he just wouldn’t admit it. Getting a bit worried you sit closer to Felix and grab his hands.
“Lix..what’s wrong? And don’t say it’s nothing, because it obviously is something.”
Felix doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “You and Minjun.”
“What about us?” You asked, slightly confused.
“You both were very close.”
“We were.”
“And he’s a very handsome guy who is back and wants to meet up with you.”
It suddenly clicks in your head what was up with Felix. Reaching over, you gently grab Felix’s face in your hands and turn his face to look at yours. “Lixie.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you so much.”
Felix eyes widen as you say those words, neither of you had spoken them outloud before, so this moment meant a lot. “You love me?”
“I do.” You nod your head. “Very much, and some silly old ex isn’t going to change that okay?”
“Even if he’s really handsome.”
“In my eyes, no one is more handsome than you. And I will fight anyone who says otherwise.”
Felix lets out a soft laugh, “I love you too.”
You smile at Felix before leaning in and placing your head on his chest, closing your eyes. You feel Felix run his fingers through your hair as you feel him relax underneath you.
“Don’t overthink it okay? I love you a lot and that won’t ever change.” You say, your words muffled from your face being stuffed in Felix’s chest.
“I know my love and I love you a lot too.” Felix says before closing his eyes and falling asleep with you held tightly to his chest.
Kim Seungmin
You and Seugmin were just chilling on your couch. He for once had a few days off and chose to spend it with you. It was silent between both you had, had been for the past couple of hours until you broke the silence.
You had been debating with yourself whether or not you should speak to Seungmin about this, but seeing as he was your boyfriend, you decided that you should. It would honestly make you feel better if you did.
“Hey Minnie?” You finally speak up.
Seungmin just hums not looking up from his phone but letting you know that you had his attention.
“My um…my ex texted me.”
“Nice try Y/n.”
You look at Seungmin confused. “Huh?”
Seungmin, still not looking at you, answers “I’ve seen this over tik tok. I know you’ve been getting me good with your pranks but this time it’s not gonna work babe.”
You go quiet for a bit, silently cursing yourself for all the pranks you’ve pulled on your boyfriend. But this time, it wasn’t a prank, your ex had actually texted you and it had left you feeling uncomfortable.
Not quite knowing what to say you just turn into yourself, staring off into space.
“Y/n?”
You look over to Seungmin to see him watching you. “Hmm?”
“Something’s wrong.” Seungmin doesn’t ask, he states.
You don’t say anything and this causes Seungmin to move closer towards you, grabbing your hand.
“You weren’t pranking me were you?” Seungmin asks. “Your ex actually did text you.”
You just nod your head and show him the text messages from your phone. You watch as a wave of anger washes over his face before turning towards you, locking your phone and throwing it gently towards the side.
“I’m sorry.” You blurt.
“What are you sorry for?”
“For always pranking you, it’s not..I mean I just…I don’t know. I guess I thought they were funny but…” You say turning your face away from Seungmin but Seungmin’s fingers gently turn your face to look back at him.
“They are funny. I might not show it, but the joy it gives you when you successfully prank me, makes me happy. And besides, all your pranks are completely harmless.”
“I guess so.”
You watch as Seungmin sighs before he leans forward and places a small kiss on your forehead, lingering there for a few seconds. “Why don’t you let me deal with this douchebag of an ex and then we can talk about all the pranks I know you have planned for the members, I’m more than willing to be an accomplice.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah baby, the two of us together? The boys are not gonna know what’s hit them, and let’s just say, it’s gonna be amazing.”
Yang Jeongin
Your ex texting you had been completely out of the blue. Your relationship had ended because of the fact that he was moving, needing to move countries because of work and you couldn’t because your own responsibilities kept you where you were.
So your relationship ended on mutual terms. Over time, the two of you did end up losing contact with each other, simply because of time differences and the fact that you had found someone new.
You had been at the boys practice, having finished work for the day, you decided to drop by and watch them. And although you and Jeongin weren’t heavy on the pda, it was obvious that Jeongin needed you there. Not saying it out loud but sending you a smile and a squeeze to your hand was all it took for you to stay longer than orginially planned.
It was while the boys were dancing that you recieved the text from your ex.
The conversation with your ex went as so:
Ex: Hey Y/n, haven't spoken for a long while now. I’m currently back in Seoul and was wondering if you wanted to meet up?”
You: Oh Minjun! How have you been? It’s been what, 3 years since you’ve last been back to Seoul?”
Ex: Yea, it’s been awhile. But the company has been quite successful and they’ve made a branch here in Seoul, I was made to move with it, and oversee it all.
You: Wow, that’s amazing, I’m proud of you.
Ex: Thanks! So about that catch up? What do you say?
You: Yeah of course! Just let me know what you're free and we can sort something out.
You and your ex organise a time and date to meet, you're so engrossed in the conversation with your ex that you don’t even realise that the boys are on a break and that they’re currently trying to get your attention.
“Y/n!”
Your name being yelled causes you to look up and you notice all the boys, obviously taking a break have sat all around you and are looking at you.
“Yeah?” You smile at them all before looking over at Jeongin who was calling your name.
“I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past couple of minutes.” Jeongin says.
“Oh sorry Innie, Minjun texted me and I’ve just been making plans with him.” You respond, grabbing Jeongin’s hand and bringing it onto your lap, showing him the messages between you and your ex.
“How’s it going so far?” You turn to the boys as Jeongin reads through the messages.
“It’s going, that’s all I can really say at the moment.” Chan speaks for the rest of the boys who all nod their heads.
“Well I know you all will get there, I mean, you always do.”
Jeongin hands you your phone back, not saying anything as you continue to talk with all the boys.
“Ok, I know we all noticed it but I’m gonna be the one to say it.” Jisung says, interrupting the conversation you were having with Felix.
You turn to Jisung with a raised eyebrow, “noticed what?”
“Jeongin.” Jisung points towards him.
“What about him?” You asked confused.
“I’m not the only one right?” Jisung ignores your question and asks his own.
The other members all nod their heads. You turn to look at Jeongin but don’t notice anything wrong with him.
“What’s wrong with Jeongin?” You ask again.
“Ever since you mentioned at Minjeon? Minjin? guy, and then letting Jeongin read the messages the obviously happened between you both, Jeongin’s had his jaw clenched and a far off look on his face.” Seungmin finally answers you.
“Oh Minjun? He’s my ex, he just texted cause he wants to meet up.” You smile, completely oblivious.
“Your ex? You ended on good terms then?” Chan asks.
You nod your head. “Yeah, he had to move countries because of work but I couldn’t leave home because of school and work. So we both decided to break up. He’s currently back in Seoul, for the first time in 3 years, just texted me and asked if we could catch up.”
“What else did you guys text about?”
“Oh he just mentioned about going to the cafe where we had our first date, it ended up becoming one we went to all the time.” You smile at the memories.
“He also called you pretty and that he couldn’t wait to see you in person. Said he missed you a lot.” Jeongin speaks for the first time.
You turn towards him with a confused look. “He didn’t call me pretty but he did say that he missed me and wanted to catch up.”
You look at all the other boys and notice them glancing at each other. “I’m sorry, have I done something wrong?” You ask nervously.
“No love, it’s just that, he was your first boyfriend right?” Chan smiles at you.
You nod your head, “yeah, he was my first and then i’ve been with Jeongin ever since.”
“Alright well, from what I’m getting here, your ex doesn’t have a new partner?”
“Not that I know of. But we haven't spoken in a while, so maybe.”
“Okay, so let’s say he doesn’t, and from the look on Jeongin’s face after he read the messages. Your ex was trying to flirt with you.”
“What?!” You exclaim in shock. You quickly grab your phone and read through the messages, realising that it did indeed look like your ex was flirting with you.
“Jeongin I…I’m sorry, I didn’t realise. I wasn’t flirting with him, I promise.” You quickly rush to explain.
Jeongin doesn’t say anything, just clenches his jaw. With a nudge from Chan, Jeongin speaks.
“No baby, it’s alright, I know you weren’t flirting with him. I was just jealous I guess.” Jeongin reaches over and brushes some hair away from your face, letting his hand rest on your face.
You reach a hand up and grab Jeongin’s one that was resting on your face. You smile at him before speaking. “I can cancel my hang out with him if you want?”
“No baby, you don’t have to do that on my terms. I know you were looking forward to catching up with him.”
“Yeah, but you’re obviously uncomfortable about that and I would rather just not go.”
“Why don’t you just text him and make it clear that you’ve got a boyfriend? You can still go and hang out with him, just as long as he knows you're taken.”
“Taken but the most amazing guy ever.” You grin, a toothy grin at Jeongin.
Jeongin laughs under his breath a little before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you," he mumbles into your head.
“I love you too.”
Plus a little extra of the boys looking at your both with heart eyes.
“Omg they’re so cute.”
“I know right, like can you believe we raised him to be like this.”
“Yeah and Y/n, what a cutie.”
“Ahh I just wanna squeeze their cheeks.”
A slapping sound can be heard as Minho looks down at Felix, Jisung, Hyunjin and Changbin who were fangirling over the two of you.
“They're obviously having a moment, leave them alone.” Chan says.
“Exactly, Jeongin’s very private when it comes to his relationship with Y/n, let’s just leave them alone.” Seungmin says.
“Awww, but they’re just so cute.” Felix whines.
“Yeah! Even you all must admit that this is just so heartwarming to watch.” Jisung says.
“Maybe it is, but let’s leave them to it alright boys.” Chan says as he rounds the pouting boys up and walks them out the door.
As all the boys leave, Chan and Minho linger in the door, a soft smile on both their faces.
“They are really cute though.” Chan says to Minho. “Makes me want to wrap them up and protect them both from the world.”
“I know how you feel, come on your old man, let’s get these kids some food. Then we’ll bring some back for the two lovebirds.” Minho says with a small smile on his face as both he and Chan leave both you and Jeongin in the dance practice room to spend some time together.
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Cardigan - John Price x F!Teacher!Reader
Part 2: Midnight Rain
summary: you get yourself in a pickle
a/n: hi! I return again! I'm sorry it's short, but I'm trying a new method of posting. Instead of aiming for a specific word count (which leads to me getting writer's block and not posting ANYTHING), I write until I'm satisfied with what I'm trying to achieve.
Hopefully, I've achieved that goal, and y'all like it :)
Blessed be!
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You drummed your fingers against the notebook in your lap and gnawed on the top of your pen. It was late, even by your standards; the sun had long since set, and dinner eaten hours ago. But you were up, sitting in the dark in your living room, heavy rain pelting your old windows. You were trying to pull together a new lesson plan for the following day. A few curious students had started asking questions about the modern military. Like, key differences between military strategies used in the time they were studying and today. And, of course, yet again, you made promises that you were struggling to keep. And you always keep your promises to your students.
Fuck.
The internet wasn’t helping at all. You didn’t study military strategy in any of your courses. Was that even a thing?
The last thing you wanted to do was call him. You were so confident that you could solve your problem yourself, at nine o’clock. Now, it was past midnight, and you were absolutely desperate.
Fuck.
Before your tired brain can flood with guilt and change its mind, you grab your phone from your nightstand and tap into your recent calls log. Your stomach churned, anxiety bubbling up with every trill. God, it’s so fucking late to be calling. It felt like you were split in two. One half of you was praying that his phone was on silent (you know it’s not) or he’ll sleep through the ringing (he won’t), while the other–the miserable, exhausted half–needed him to pick up.
The latter won out.
“Y/N? Are you alright?”
John’s deep, sleepy voice made you feel guilty and incredibly happy that you’d woken him up. Soft and grumbly, rolling in his chest; it made you feel soft and warm inside…
Not the point of the call.
“Hi, John. I’m completely fine, I just…” You took a deep breath, the heel of your free hand pressed into one of your dry, worn-out eyes. “I know you’re this big important captain, and you have work in the morning, but I’m in a bit of a pickle and need a massive favor.”
There was a slight rustling on the other end like he had turned slightly to check the nearby time. “It’s one o’clock in the morning, love,” he mumbled.
You felt even worse. “I know, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me,” you begged, running a hand over the top of your head. “One of my kids asked about the military. It sparked a whole discussion in class, and I may have overstated my knowledge. I barely know anything about it, and my brain is turning to mush. I’m so tired I wanna cry, and-”
He quickly cut off your rambling. “Woah, hey. Slow down there. What’s going on?” he asked, suddenly sounding much more awake.
That brought you pause. You honestly hadn’t thought what you would ask if John actually answered the phone through. It was one o’clock in the morning, which John had correctly pointed out, and your brain wasn’t operating at full capacity.
“I was…wondering if you could give me a lesson. Because I’m super tired, and I like to hear you talk.”
“…You do?”
“Yeah. I’ve learned a lot from you just…talking to me? But I’m a history teacher. I’m an expert on wars, not war.”
There was some shuffling on the phone. On the other line, John was leaning over the edge of his bed, searching blindly for his little pocket planner in the pile of clothes on the floor. The rustling stopped when he placed the device on his pillow, rifling through the calendar. He sniffed and was quiet for a moment, while you nibbled anxiously at your pen. Again.
The silence finally broke with a tired sniffle from John. “I can do you better. Why don’t I come to your classes tomorrow?” he asked.
You froze, pen still between your teeth. John? Coming to your school? Spending the day with your students? That would be the equivalent of introducing your boyfriend to your children.
“…Really?”
“Sure.”
Could you even call him your boyfriend? You’d been on a few dates, sure, over the last…two months? No, it was closer to three. Had it been that long already? You did some quick math in your head. You’d gone on about one date a week, with a few canceled due to last-minute commitments. Still, about one date a week, over three months…
Holy shit.
“John, I’m sure you’re busy. I couldn’t-”
“Not at all,” he hummed, cutting you off. “Besides, it would take me ‘til class tomorrow to give you a good enough rundown, and the boss loves shite like this.”
“I thought you were the boss?”
You could practically hear a small smile tugging at John’s lips. The expression was a familiar one. The corner of his mouth quirked up, shifting his beard and creating happy wrinkles near his eyes. His nose would scrunch up a bit, too, especially if you were out in cold weather.
“Everybody has a boss, sweetness. Myself included.”
Christ. Not the pet names. And especially not in the tired, gravelly tone his voice was currently in. John Price was going to be the death of you, even in his unfocused state.
You unfolded your legs from underneath you and moved your notebook onto the coffee table. Your resolve was fading, and you couldn’t be bothered to argue. While you did feel bad about dragging John to your school to fix the problem you created, you weren’t sure you had any other option. Accept defeat? To a group of teenagers? Absolutely not. You’d never live it down. You sighed, rubbing tiredly at your eyes. “If you’re sure…”
“I am.”
A soft smile crossed your face. “Is this just a ploy to meet my kids?”
“Maybe.”
Your sleepy giggles were like music to John’s ears. The sound alone was worth the favor. As if he wouldn’t have done it anyway, just to ease your stress. He would take any and every opportunity to make your day easier or make you happy. What he wouldn’t give to hear that laugh in person, laying beside you in your bed–
No. John’s a good man. A gentleman, he would say. A man who was perfectly capable of not acting on his urges and thoughts. At least, not in person. However, in the privacy of his own home? That was a different story.
“Thank you so much, John.”
Right. You’re still on the phone. He heard a soft click on your end of the call.
“That’d better be you closing your laptop, I’m hearing.”
“It is.”
“Good girl.” You blushed furiously. Fuck. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.”
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── public eye
paring colby brock x fem!musician!reader, word count 958, genre fluff, authors note ngl this is my fav piece i've did, ( masterlist )
fireworks burst in the sky lighting up the entire night sky, as you and your members are rushed backstage.
"hi, baby!" you rush towards colby, as you enter the dressing room. he picks you up from the ground engulfing you in a tight hug. you kiss his cheek as he places you back onto the ground again.
"here you go." sam said, handing you a bouquet of yellow roses.
"thanks, sammy!" you pull sam into a quick hug.
you haven’t seen colby nor sam in two months since they went to their trip to japan and you went on tour with your band.
"alright, sorry to break this reunion, but we have to go right now." maría, your band manger said.
you held hands as you walk into the hotel as multiple paparazzis cameras flash taking pictures of you. even some yelling questions towards you.
"y/n, what project are you working on next?"
"an album." you flash him a smile. tightening your grip on colby’s hand to make sure you don’t lose him within the crowd.
"can you tell us what is the album about?"
"a dedication towards someone special in my life." you replied quickly as you walk through the doors of the expensive hotel.
this action of holding hands wasn’t unusual between you two, so nobody would suspect anything. you’ve been friends with sam and colby since they started vine. you was the one to film their vines and youtube videos. occasionally starring in one of their vines or videos. according to the media you’ve been strictly friends since forever.
you got into the elevator pushing the eleventh floor going up to the presidential suite. "I’m sorry, baby." you apologized, as you leaned against him looking up at him. you stood on your tippy toes reaching to give me a quick kiss. you know at times all of the paparazzi could get too much. hell, you’ve had one too many anxiety attacks because of it. lucky one of your members or your beloved, colby, was there to help you. you’ve even helped colby through some when he has them out in public. normally he keeps his head down and stays as close as possible to you when the paparazzi gets too much for him.
"it’s alright." he pulled you in closer engulfing you in a tight hug. he pressed a kiss on the top of your head.
you exit the elevator and into the suite with his arm around your shoulder and your arms wrapped around his waist. you noticed your members joking around in in the kitchen, as you quietly sneak over to your room.
"did you have fun in japan?" you asked even though you already knew the answer. he sent you videos and pictures of places he visited. he even stay up just a bit longer than normal just to talk to you about his trip. you slipped on a pair of his sweat pants and an xplr hoodie.
"it was good, but i missed you." he replied, settling in the freshly washed sheets of the bed.
"i missed you too, baby." you said, turning off the lights of the bathroom crawling into bed settling between his legs.
"do you think it’s a good idea coming out to yours fans?" you asked, leaning your head back onto his shoulder.
"it’s going to fine, baby." he kissed the top of your head.
it was your idea in the first place to finally go public with your relationship after dating for three years and being married for three years already. with the recent news of you founding our that you was pregnant you thought now would be the time.
all though when you purposed the idea he shut down the idea completely wanting to protect you and the unborn baby, but you convinced him to do so. using the fact that once the baby comes fans were going to find out anyways. it was better to hear it from him than figuring it out by another source.
"stay for five minutes longer!" he whined, shuffling in the sheets holding onto your wrist, after his miserable attempt to keep you stay put in the hotel room with him. he let go of your wrist grabbing the pillow next to him shoving his face into the plushand groaned into the cotton material.
"babe, i can’t you’ve already made me late and maría is starting to hate you because of it." you said, slipping on your leather jacket. the leather jacket you’ve been waiting to wear since you got married. a leather jacket decorated with a bunch of pins in the front and your married surname spray painted in white on the back. you lean down and move the pillow away from his face to quickly kiss his lips.
once finally escaping clingy colby you made your way to the hotel lobby out to the valet where your bands van was. you slid open the van door slipping into the seat you always seat in.
"sorry, i was late it’s-"
"because of colby." your members said in sync causing you to chuckle. it’s been a recurring theme even since you started dating colby. that he would make you incredibly late most times because you would spend most of your time with him and forget about time making you late for important events.
you scrolled through twitter seeing all the tweets from fans going utterly crazy over the new update of your relationship. you noticed a new notification from colbs.
colbs <3
i miss you 🖤
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A frat boy alpha Harry and omega y/n blurb perhaps l👀 only if you have motivation bestie<3
based on this blurb (and this part two!)
word count: 866
content warnings: none!
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Harry tries not to worry.
And really, he hasn't had to worry very much throughout his life. He's been fortunate in that way, but then he met Y/N, his mate, and things just... changed. Now, whenever they're apart, he feels like there's a string tied around his heart, tugging at whatever direction she's in. She's all he can think about, as if half of his brain is solely dedicated to thoughts about her.
He tries to keep it under control. The primal alpha part of him is always threatening to break out when it comes to her, and he has to double-down on his efforts to suppress it. But when he doesn't hear from her all day — something that rarely occurs; even given their busy schedules filled with classes and lectures and studying and homework, at the very least there's a few texts, something along the lines of hope you're having a good day ! :) — he can't help the anxiety that creeps into his stomach, spreading to his chest and throat.
At around 7 pm, he calls her, desperately hoping that maybe she's just had a busy day, but he's met with her voicemail. He continues laying in his bed, ignoring the sounds of his annoying housemates celebrating their weekly Thirsty Thursday downstairs, bottom lip wedged between his teeth. He doesn't want to overwhelm her; it's only been a few months since they decided they were really gonna do this, give into the whole backwards mate thing neither of them cared for until they met, but he's lying if he sometimes doesn't worry that he'll end up losing her somehow.
He decides he'll give it until 9 pm. By then, there's nothing school-related she could be working on, since he's learned that she tries to put her assignments away before she gets too tired. She has to text him or return his call by then.
. . .
At 9:02 pm, he's come to terms with the fact that he's probably insane, that Y/N will likely break up with him after this because he looks like an obsessive boyfriend.
He's using his spare key to gently unlock her front door, tip-toeing through the entryway and listening for any sign of her. All her lights are on, he notices, as he toes his shoes off.
"Y/N?" he calls out, tugging his jacket off and hanging it on the hook by the door, "Baby, are you here?"
When Harry doesn't receive an answer, his chest twists, sock-clad feet taking long strides as he passes the empty kitchen. His stomach drops when he finally finds her in the living room, her hunched over form wrapped up in her favorite fuzzy throw blanket. Study materials are strewn across the surface of the coffee table, papers, highlighters, and pens covering every inch of the wood. Her head is tucked into her arms as she sleeps, steady puffs of air leaving her nose.
He coos to himself, kneeling down next to her body and placing a soothing hand between her shoulder blades.
"Sweetheart," he murmurs in attempt to wake her up. She stirs, blinking her eyes open. They widen immediately when she realizes who's next to her, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Hey," Harry greets with a soft smile, "You alright?"
Y/N groans, lifting her head from the coffee table and groaning out from the ache in her neck and back.
"Oh god— did I sleep all day?"
"'m not sure," he replies as he helps her sit up, "I didn't hear from you all day and I was worried. I, um, used my spare key to come check up on you. I hope that's okay."
"Shit, I'm so sorry, H," she sighs, rubbing her hand over her forehead. "You must have been so worried. I've been so stressed with midterms— I-I think I stayed up all night studying and I must've... I don't know, I must have slept all day somehow."
"It's okay, don't apologize," he hushes her comfortingly, an overwhelming feeling of relief washing over him. "You shouldn't pull all-nighters like that, though. 's not healthy, bub."
"I just have so much going on!" Y/N whines, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to his body. He won't say it right now, but he's so elated to have her here, knowing she's absolutely fine.
"I know, baby, it's a tough time in the semester. You gotta take care of yourself first though," he murmurs, tucking his hands under her thighs and lifting her to the couch. Her limbs readily wrap around his body, happy to allow him to move her however he wants. "Listen, how about this? I'll run you a nice warm bath, tuck you into bed, and tomorrow morning, we'll come up with a plan to make sure you get everything done."
She nods into his neck, pressing a light kiss to his skin. "Yes. Yes, please."
He smiles gently, "Alright, good."
"Will you stay?" she asks, backing away slightly to look up at him, "Stay with me tonight? I just... I missed you."
He swears his heart may burst at her soft and sleepy tone.
"I can't imagine spending my night any other way, baby."
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The Alphas Best Friend
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x McCall!fem!reader
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Stiles, Y/N, Scott
Description: Y/N is Scott's little sister and she has to find a way to tell him that she's in love with his best friend.
"You know, we do have to tell him. He's gonna find out, and I'd rather it be from us rather than him walking in on us like this."
You and Stiles were laying together on your bed, basking in the afterglow of what you could only describe as the best sex you had ever had. You trailed your fingers up and down his chest, chewing your lip anxiously.
"I know, I know. Just with his temper recently, he's very unpredictable." "Hey." Stiles hooked his fingers under your chin and brought your head up to face him. "Everything's going to be ok." He kissed your lips which seemed to release all of the anxiety you were just feeling.
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You and Stiles were sitting on the sofa in your living room awaiting Scott's arrival from work. Your leg was bouncing anxiously, moving quicker and quicker as time ticked on. Stiles noticed and placed a hand on your knee, his fingers pressing patterns into your skin.
The sound of Scott's motorbike sounded outside and your breath hitched immediately. "It's going to be alright." Stiles pressed a kiss to your temple and removed his hand from your knee when Scott opened the front door.
He immediately sensed something was wrong with the aroma you were giving off. "Y/N, what's wrong? Has something happened?" You shook your head and motioned for him to come and sit with the two of you.
Scott raised his eyebrows questioningly but followed your motion. "What's going on?" You could tell that Scott was becoming increasingly impatient with the slight tone change of his voice. You swallowed slowly and took a deep breath. "Scott, there's something that I've been meaning to tell you for a while now. I just hadn't gathered up the courage to do so."
Scott leaned closer, his elbows resting on his knees. "And what does it have to do with Stiles?" He moved his attention over to his best friend who was trying his best to stay calm, but his elevated heart rate and increased breathing was giving him away.
You grabbed Stiles's hand and gave him a smile before turning back to Scott. "I'm in love with him, Scott. I have been for a while. We've been seeing each other for a couple of months, in secret, to see where our relationship would go. It turns out that...I've fallen for him. I love him, Scott."
Both Scott and Stiles raised their eyebrows. "You...you love me?" You grabbed his other hand and squeezed gently. "Yeah, I do. I didn't know when the right time was to tell you. I didn't know how you were going to react." Stiles's face lit up as he engulfed you in a hug. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that. I love you to, Y/N. I have done for a really long time."
Scott shook his head. "What?! When did all this happen? How did I not see this happening right under my nose?" "We've been very careful Scott. Nobody knows, not even mom. You were the first person that we both wanted to tell. You mean so much to the both of us."
Scott rested his head in his hands before looking back up at the both of you with a wide grin on his face, chuckling. "You haven't been as careful as you think. I've known since the beginning, Y/N. I seen the sneaky glances the two of you had been giving each other. I've just been patiently waiting for the two of you to tell me."
You and Stiles stared at him with your mouths hanging open. "I have been so scared to tell you, Scott, and you're telling me that you knew this whole time?!" He sheepishly nodded his head before you walked over and slapped him on the back of the head.
"You could have at least gave me an indication that you knew so that I didn't have to crap my pants every time I seen you, you jerk." Stiles laughed at his best friends misfortune which caused you to let out a small giggle.
"Seriously though, I'm glad that it's you that Y/N fell in love with, Stiles. I couldn't think of anyone better to date my sister. But if you do anything, and I mean anything, I will hurt you." Scott flashed his red eyes at Stiles who shook his head at Scott. "You seriously don't need to do the big brother routine with me, I know what you'd do. Besides, I would never hurt Y/N, I love her too much."
You walked back over to Stiles and pecked him on the lips before taking your place beside him again. "Just please try and keep the PDA to a minimum, I really don't need to see my sister and my best friend getting it on every time I step foot inside the house."
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Tadc Caine x werewolf reader
(Also reader the reader’s gender will not be mentioned)
(Also this is probably bad)
(btw the wolf form isn't just a wolf, it's a humanoid wolf)
(When people think of wolves communicating, they most likely think of howling. But wolves have an extensive repertoire of sounds. Whines and whimpers indicate friendly interaction but can also express frustration or anxiety. Growls and snarls are threatening or defensive.)
You sat on your bed thinking about your situation, excluding the whole being trapped here thing, you've had five outbursts already, all for different reasons. Two of them were just normal transitions, one of them was because Jax tripped you over, another was because he locked you in a room, and another was because Kinger scared you when he screamed. You've almost killed Jax six times already, if you don't sort this out soon you might actually hurt someone. You're also really glad that Caine hasn't caught on yet, you'd think he would of by now since he brags about having eyeballs everywhere, watching everyone's every move. If he did find out he'd probably put you in the cellar with all the abstracted beings. Thinking about that made you a bit tense, you could feel your wolf side awakening and trying to get out. You try to keep it in but you fail, and your tail rips a hole in your pants ruining yet another pair.
"$#!%" You got censored and grabbed your tail, you tried to stroke it to calm down, and it was working until you heard knocking at your door, this very much startled you because you didn't hear anyone walk up to your door.
"(y/n), I heard profanity," you hear a voice exclaim behind the door, you knew exactly who it was. Caine.
"£$%^ &*%$ £$?<> &*^%," you cursed again and got censored again, stumbling around the room, stubbing your toe in the process, swearing some more and crashing into the wall, thus making your wolf ears pop out.
"I was just going to tell you not to swear, but now I feel like I should check up on you," he says turning the knob. This alerted you, your wolf ears twitching. The door was slightly opening until you crashed into it slamming it shut again, with your now wolf arms. This made Caine jump and his teeth clenched together and his eyes flew out the back of his head. He soon regained his posture.
"NoOOoooOOoo! ThAt's fINe!" you try to reassure, your voice changing four times in that sentence.
You really didn't want him to find out about this, it would be so embarrassing, notably since you kinda like him, and even worse, him getting rid of you...You started spiralling, this made you transform more, clawed paws busting out of your shoes and your clothes ripping a bit.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" you howled in pain, transforming was painful sometimes, especially if you were stressed. Caine got a bit worried thinking you were abstracting. He grabbed the handle and tried to open the door again.
"Are you sure you're quite alright my dear?" he asked trying to push against you.
"Yes! Quite sure," you snapped back trying to get him to leave, sadly it didn't work.
"GRRRRRRrrrrrrggggrrrrrggrgr," you started to growl getting a bit agitated, you were now fully wolf.
"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this," he declared, you saw him start to use magic on the door, so you ran and hid under a cover on your bed.
"But you've given me no choice," he said before the door exploded. He floats in and the door remakes itself behind him. Caine looked around expecting to see a trashed room, with you abstracted in the middle of it, but that's not what he found, what he found instead was a normal room with you huddling under a cover on the bed.
"Oh look, you've seen I'm okay and now you can leave," you said almost losing it.
"Are you suuurre you're alright (y/n), I've heard of humans frequently lying about their feelings-" you cut him off,
"yeah, I'm...I'm fine," you said shifting slightly as you did, your tail slipped out the back of the cover. Caine noticed this and floated over to it, to inspect. He lightly touched it, you could still feel it. You yelped and snatched it back in. Caines eyes bulged as he saw the big paw quickly come and go.
"You can go now," you said desperately. He flouted round to the front,
"(y/n), what's going on here?" he asked still a bit worried, but thankful you didn't abstract. You gripped the cover.
"Nothing's going on," Caine grabbed the cover,
"Let me see," he said, worry mixed with curiosity.
"Please don't," you mumbled before he pulled up the cover. All you had on was ripped shorts, everything else was fur. You covered your eyes, ears lowering.
"Don't look at me," you curled up, as your tail wrapped around your legs.
Caine's bottom jaw dropped (like in the pilot at the start). You peaked because the silence was killing you, you saw his surprised expression. Caine gasped as he got a glance at your eye, they were a beautiful gold colour.
You then scooted to the top of the bed trying to get away and hide more.
"W-what is this?" he questioned, you looked up at him. Now both your golden eyes staring into his heterochromia blue and green eyes.
He gulped he's never been this nervous before, it felt strange to him, it felt like you were staring into his soul.
"It's monstrous is what it is!" you spat with self-hatred, this led to him being able to see your teeth, they were very sharp unlike his.
"It's..." he started
"Horrible, dreadful, horrifying? you suggested
"It's..." he tried to think of what he wanted to say.
"Upsetting, bothersome, alarming?" you listed some more things.
"Gorgeous," he added, sounding less loud than usual. This took you off guard, you felt heat rise to your face, your pupils dilated.
You hugged your knees, tears in your eyes, *sniff*
"Y-you're just saying that," you said meekly.
"I assure you I'm not my.....dear, Oh gosh, are you crying?" he was startled.
"NO No no, NO I'm not!" your voice started to change again, as you rubbed your eyes with your fluffy arm.
"Golly, I'm not the best with human emotions," he said not knowing what to do. He floated over to the bed and patted your head, this felt nice.
"Your fur is so soft" he said in a gentle tone, unlike the usual booming voice he uses. It shocked him when he saw your tail start wagging. You started to make whining noises, and with one fast action, you grasped your paws on your snout. This made you really embarrassed. Caine decided not to mention it for your sake and tried to change the subject.
"Well, I don't think you're, horrible, dreadful, horrifying, upsetting, bothersome, or alarming," he said in quick succession, a bit too quick that you almost didn't hear him. You looked up at him, into his eyes making him nervous again.
"I think, you're quite....pretty," he said looking everywhere but you.
"Really?" you asked hoping he was telling the truth.
"Why yes, you look lovely," he said now looking at you.
He fully floated down to the bed, landing on it. Your tail now in front of him, he looked at it.
"May I," he politely asked being cautious considering what happened last time. You nodded without saying anything. He delicately stroked down your tail, it shined and glimmered.
"Your fur is so pretty," he said looking up at you, shocked seeing you looking down and, ears lowered.
You were glad he couldn't see you blushing through the fluff.
"I thought you were gonna...get rid of me.
He was shocked that you thought that, especially because of this.
Before he could answer, you started crying again, and quickly grabbed him, making him yelp, and shoved him into your chest. You were bigger than him when you were in your human-ish form and now that you were in your wolf form that was a bit bigger you were definitely bigger than him. You crossed your legs and he was sitting there in between them looking up at you. Your tail wrapped around your legs, tightening the space in between them. Caine was in a sea of fur.
"You know how you look?" you said no longer crying and getting a bit more confident.
Caine shook his head eyes wide looking up at your golden orbs. You smiled showing your 42 sharp teeth.
"Adorable"
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That’s it, I hope you liked it ✨
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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 33]
Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst
Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities
Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.
Word count: 3.2K
Warning(s): Indigo recounts the incident where she was stalked. Topic and subsequent anxiety can be triggering for some, please exercise discretion when you read this chapter.
Mingi didn't let you go. He didn't want to. He was afraid that if he did, you would just crumble and break.
"I've got you." He murmured. He stood up from your seated positions on the floor, ensuring that he was careful in the way he carried you in his arms. Despite his legs feeling like jelly, he pushed through and carried you into your bed room.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You buried your head into his chest, your hands clutching onto the material of his shirt. Mingi hushed you gently, rubbing your back.
"It's okay. It's alright, baby." He assured. He knew you were guilty, you felt bad for calling him out of nowhere.
"You're okay." He whispered, kissing your forehead.
"Don't go yet, please." You begged.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'll be right here." Mingi used his thumb to gently swipe away the stray tear that cascaded down your cheek. It was like Mingi became your oxygen.
Just having him hold you or knowing that he was here with you helped you to breathe again. All the fear you felt started to retreat, you felt safe with him.
"Try to sleep, baby. I'll be here, I promise." Mingi spoke softly. He saw the worry and hesitation in your eyes. He patted your back, knowing that it will coax you to sleep. The mental and emotional exhaustion added on to that too. Soon, your eyes fluttered close and you fell asleep. But you hold on Mingi never let up.
"I love you." He kissed your forehead again. Mingi looked down at your face, he had never been so scared before in his entire life. You sounded and looked so broken.
*BZZ BZZ*
In his pocket, his phone was pinging and ringing off the hook. All the members naturally worried about his sudden take off from the dorm. Mingi took the device out, lowering the brightness to not disturb you.
'Sorry for suddenly leaving. I'm okay. With Indigo now. Will update you guys when I can. - Mingi'
'Is she okay? - Seonghwa'
'Do you need us to come down and help? - Yunho'
'Don't worry, Mingi ah. Focus on Indigo. Stay with her for the night if you need to. Call us in the morning. We'll talk then. -Hongjoong'
"Thank you, captain." Mingi let out a soft sigh. He knew the members were worried about you and him, which he was very grateful for. But answering their questions was not something he wanted to do now. His priority was you and you only.
When he made sure you were really asleep, Mingi slipped out of your hold to take a quick shower. He remembered that he was still sweaty and not clean after practicing for so many hours.
But he didn't want to leave you for too long so he took the quickest shower he ever took and was back by your side.
"I told you not to overwork yourself." Mingi chided, moving the lock of hair away from your face.
*Flashback*
"Thank you." You bowed to the convenience store worker. After a long day of working, you wanted some snacks, triangle kimbap and cup noodles so you went to the nearest convenience store.
"Thank you. Have a nice evening." The worker bowed to you and handed you your change.
"Ah, it's cold. Why did I come out again?" You groaned, not liking how you were inadequately dressed. Despite having your mask and hood up, your hands tucked into the pockets of your sweats, it wasn't enough to keep you warm. You sighed as you began to make your way back home to escape the cold.
'The boys decided to eat at my mother's restaurant for dinner after practice. What did you have for dinner? - Mings'
When you saw the message come in from Mingi, you decided not to reply yet since you planned to just call him later to show him that you were eating.
*Crunch*
A shiver went down your spine. It could have been someone random walking behind you but alarm bell rang in your head.
'Run.' Was the only thought you had. Your pace picked up before you broke into a full sprint. There was no time to look back or take your phone out to call someone.
'Where can I hide?' You ducked down a dark alley. You dove behind some cardboard, covering your mouth to prevent the fearful whimpers from escaping and giving away your location.
"Where is she?" You heard a voice. The person was looking for you. Your eyes widened as you saw the person's feet stand right where you were. The person turned and walked out of the alley. You sat there for 15 minutes, worried they would turn around and see you.
"Miss, are you okay?" A worried passerby saw you stumbling out of the alleyway and held your arm.
"D-Don't touch me." You begged, backing away as if her touch burned you. Worried that someone was still lurking around, you ran back to your apartment.
You needed Mingi. Now.
But you didn't want to interrupt his dance practice. Even though you were in your home, you didn't feel safe. You couldn't breathe, your lungs refusing to work anymore. You fumbled for your phone.
"Hey, baby. Good timing. How did you know I was about to call you? Is it telepathy?"
When you heard his voice, the sobs escaped as you tried to catch your breath to form proper words to tell him that you needed him.
"Baby? (y/n)?" His voice was now full of worry and panic.
"M-Mingi... I-I need you... I'm sorry..." That was all you managed to force out with a whimper. Your chest hurt, everything hurt as you struggled to keep yourself calm. Mingi was obviously already panicked and scared from your call. He never hung up as he rushed to meet you.
"Baby!" He opened the door and you dropped your phone, throwing yourself onto him. He caught you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. Everything was okay now that Mingi was here.
Your eyes opened as you remembered the incident from last night. You blinked, staring at the ceiling as your fringe stuck to your forehead from the sweat.
"Mingi..." You called his name in a soft voice, throat hoarse from all the crying you did.
"I'm right here, baby." He replied with his sleep ridden voice. You turned your head to see him smiling softly at you.
So, it wasn't just a nightmare.
"Come here." Mingi gently turned you so you laid on your side to face him. His arm rubbed comforting circles on your waist as you rested your forehead against his chest. He heard how your shaky breath was as you exhaled.
"It's okay." He comforted, lips pressed to the top of your head. Mingi didn't let himself fall into too deep of a sleep last night, wanting to constantly check on you and make sure you were okay.
"No working today. We're both going to stay in bed all day." Mingi declared, kissed your forehead.
"We shouldn't... You have... You can't skip... practice..." You shook your head as you tried to string words into a sentence. And yet, you made no effort to detach yourself from him.
"Don't worry about that. You're more important than one vocal lesson." Mingi said.
After another few hours of laying in bed, you knew that you needed to shower and get some food in your system. The running and sweat from last night made you feel sticky. So you unwillingly removed yourself from Mingi to go get a shower. Mingi was still worried so he sat outside, guarding the door loyally.
'New group: Mingi and Matz'
'Indigo had a panic attack last night when she called me, that's why I rushed out. I'm not sure what happened but I don't want to pry too much. She seems shakened up enough. - Mingi'
'Poor thing. - Seonghwa'
'Is she okay now? - Hongjoong'
'She's fine, I think. I'll just take care of her and get her what she needs. - Mingi'
'Yeah, do that. Don't come in for practice today, I'll just tell them you had a family emergency. We'll come by and see her after practice if that's okay? - Hongjoong'
'She might appreciate that. Thanks, hyungs. But maybe only one of you? So she won't feel overwhelmed. - Mingi'
'I'll go since my rap lesson is first and I'm her favourite older brother. You shouldn't miss your vocal lesson, Seonghwa ah. Can you help me manage the rest of the kids in the mean time? Make sure they go for their lessons and have dinner. - Hongjoong'
'Ignoring that you called yourself her favourite older brother. We all know you're not good at comforting people... - Seonghwa'
'That's really hurtful... - Hongjoong'
When Mingi heard the water stop and you grab your towel from the hook, he locked his phone screen and scrambled to his feet. You stepped out, jumping when you noticed him there.
"Sorry, baby! I didn't mean to scare you." He held your shoulders, taken aback by your fearful reaction.
"N-No, it's okay. It's not your fault, I was just thinking about something else." You said. Mingi patted your slightly damp hair.
"Did you eat last night?" He asked, bending down to your height. You shook your head. Mingi smiled, a silent assurance that it was okay. He held your hand and led you to the kitchen.
"What do you want to eat?" He looked at the fridge.
"I'm fine with anything..." You said softly, rubbing your arm. In the end, Mingi made pasta with an instant sauce pack that he saw you had in the cupboard, probably for Haneul. All he had to do was boil the noodles and warm up the tomato sauce. He didn't want to spend too much time cooking.
"Can I get you something to drink?" He offered. You shrugged, keeping your gaze to the ground. Mingi stroked your cheek fondly and went to get you a juice pack.
"Get some sugar in your system." He poked the straw into the carton and handed it to you.
"Thank you." You cracked a small smile. Mingi kept his arms around your waist as you drank your drink.
"The others were worried. I told them you were not feeling well and Hongjoong hyung wants to drop by later if you're up for it. You can say no, he won't be upset." Mingi told you.
"That's fine." You nodded.
"Alright." He kissed your temple. Mingi went to put your food together in a bowl. You sat together on the couch, with you securely tucked under Mingi's arm as you ate. The TV playing the news. Ever so often, you would reach up to feed him a mouthful.
"I'm not that hungry, love. Go ahead and eat." Mingi said between his chewing after a few bites.
"Sure, you're not hungry? This is a big bowl, we can share it." You looked up at him. He nodded in confirmation.
"If you're hungry later, you can eat anything in the house. The fridge is stocked." You told him. Mingi softened, even in your state, you were still worrying and making sure he was taken care of.
"Looks like it's going to get cold." You noted, watching the weather report on the TV.
"Hmm, better dress warmly then." Mingi hummed. He couldn't stop thinking of how you reacted when you were shocked by him earlier after coming out of the bathroom.
"Baby...?" He called out. You let out a hum.
"Do you... want to talk about what happened last night?" He threaded very carefully as he asked. He observed the way your body tensed and the way your fork faltered ever so slightly as you were twirling the pasta around your fork. You chewed on your bottom lip and shook your head.
"Are you upset?" You sat up from his hold so you could face him properly.
"No, not at all. It's okay. I just want you to know that I'm always here for you. You can always call me, any time, I'll be there." He rubbed the back of your hand.
"Thank you." You softened. Mingi won't push you to tell him but he now knew this was more than you being overworked.
"I love you." He mumbled against your head.
"I love you too." You closed your eyes. When you were done, you brought your bowl to the sink to do the dishes. Mingi wanted to stop you but you cut him off before he could say anything.
"Please don't treat me like I'm fragile." You said. Mingi was stunned as you repeated the words he said to you in the past. It was the words he said to you when you went to Han River to find him after he disappeared. He didn't want his anxiety to change your relationship.
And now, you were feeling that he felt. You didn't want what happened last night to change anything.
You managed to take a nap with Mingi before Hongjoong came. Since you were just wearing Mingi's big shirt, you changed into something more presentable.
"Hey, hyung. She's in the room." You heard Mingi greeting Hongjoong at the door outside.
"Joong."
"Indi." Hongjoong's shoulders visibly relaxed when you came into view. You ran into his arms, feeling the security of an older brother from his hug. It made you feel safe and protected.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand on your back. You nodded against his shoulder as he let you go. Mingi shut the door and Hongjoong had the chance to remove his shoes. That was when you noticed the giant puppy doll that laid on the ground behind him. You tilted your head as you stared at it.
"What's that?" You pointed. Mingi seemed curious too, approaching it carefully, as if it would move suddenly.
"Oh! Because Seonghwa said I'm not good at comforting people. So to prove him and everyone else wrong, I read that people like stuffed plushes to hug to feel better so I got a giant one." He explained.
"Here. Hongjoong tugged it up into his arms by grabbing the floopy ear, setting it down on the ground in front of you like a real puppy.
"Wow... Thanks, Joong." You hugged the giant toy, unsure but grateful he tried.
"Honestly, Joong, I already feel better with you here. Thank you for coming to check on me. I think you're great at comforting people." You smiled.
"Aww, only you would say that. And of course. If I hear that my baby sister is not well, I'll be here to take care of you." He cooed and patted the top of your head with a sweet smile. Mingi cleared his throat, reminding that he was standing there.
"What?" Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at him, a judgemental yet challenging look on his face.
"My girlfriend."
"My baby sister. First." Hongjoong scoffed. That made you laugh. Mingi softened, it was the first time he heard you genuinely laugh since last night.
"Let me help, baby. Gosh, that plush is bigger than you." Mingi grabbed the fluffy white dog from you and placed it on the couch.
"You just had to buy the biggest size, hyung." The taller scoffed at his team captain.
"Only the best for my baby sister." Hongjoong seemed to like putting emphasis on that title, pinching you cheek lightly. You rolled your eyes and hugged him again, chin resting on his shoulder.
"You don't have to suffer on your own, hmm? You have 8 brothers here for you." He patted your back, squeezing you tightly. Mingi pursed his lips, coming over and wrapping his longer arms around the two of you. At that, Hongjoong frowned, squirming and pushing Mingi away. He still didn't like receiving skinship from the boys.
"And it's not 8 brothers. It's 7 brother and a boyfriend." Mingi corrected, holding you in his arms as he rocked from side to side.
"I ordered food since the others said I shouldn't make you feel more down by cooking." Hongjoong said with the most offended look on his face.
"Aww, it's okay." You giggled.
"What did you order?" Mingi asked, more curious about the food than concerned with how Hongjoong was feeling.
"Indigo's favourite. Knife cut noodles with mixed seafood soup." Hongjoong replied. You swear you felt your stomach rumble just hearing Hongjoong say what he ordered.
"Oh, let me get you a drink." You said. Hongjoong was going to refuse but grew intrigued as he saw Mingi trail after you like a puppy.
"Mings!" You giggled quietly as Mingi glued himself to your back, chuckling along with you.
For all the years that he's known Mingi, this was a side of him that the captain had never seen before. Even when Mingi was happily staying by Yunho's side, it was different. Mingi had this smile on his face and a demeanour that Hongjoong was surprised to see.
"Here." You handed Hongjoong a soda. You sat down beside him on the couch and Mingi sat next to you but his arm never left your waist, almost protective of you.
"Delivery!" Someone knocked on the door. Before you could stand up to answer the door, Mingi patted your thigh.
"I'll get it." He smiled and stood up, going to the door.
"Oh, it's the uncooked one. Hyung, you ordered the uncooked version?" Mingi asked after checking the bags. You and Hongjoong went over.
"I must have selected the wrong option." Hongjoong face palmed.
"No worries. I'll just put it in a pot. We can boil it. The soup is done, we just need to cook the seafood." You said. While you got a pot and ladle out, Mingi helped you pour the contents of the container in so you could leave it to boil. You made sure the fire wasn't too big and set a timer.
"I'm going to use the bathroom." Mingi kissed your temple and walked to the bathroom. You and Hongjoong returned to the couch to sit down.
"Mingi's worried that you're overworked and stress." Hongjoong said with a patient smile.
"I don't know... Maybe..." You lied.
"I think I know you well enough to tell when you're lying." Hongjoong squeezed your hand. You faltered for a bit, scared that he might actually make you tell him what happened.
"Don't worry, I won't make you tell me. But you can lean on any one of us if you want to. Not just me or Mingi." He placed a hand on the top of your head.
"I know. Thank you." You smiled softly. When Mingi came back, you and Hongjoong acted like nothing happened.
"Timer's done. Let's eat." You stood up, going to the stove. Hongjoong brought the pot to the table, Mingi portioned out the noodles and you went to take some side dishes from the fridge to eat with the food.
"This is from Mingi's omma. And this kimchi is from Wooyoung's omma." You said, placing the plates down. You took soup and seafood for everyone before sitting down beside Mingi.
"Thanks for the food, Joong/ hyung." You and Mingi chimed together before digging in.
This was the best, being comforted and protected by your older brother and your lover. You felt braver and less fearful.
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Series Masterlist
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SANDERS SIDES SPOILERS AHEAD, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
Hey yeah I'm overanalyzing their rooms now that we cANONICALLY KNOW WHAT EACH OF THEIR ROOMS LOOKS LIKE????? (if i miss anything while combing through these picture lmk!)
First up, Patton's room!
Lots of plushies! Lovely touch, not that surprised cuz it's, you know, Patton.
Cat statue! (lamp? I can't tell jdjsjsj)
And a cat poster right above his head!
I can't tell what picture that is on his desk :(
But I can tell that his glasses are on there, as well as a plate of two cookies (love that callback) and... A bible. Specifically the Bible Patton swore his oath on in SvS. Interesting touch...
And lastly, the card Virgil gave him during 12DOC (which I find interesting because, to me at least, this symbolizes that Patton still views Virgil as or believes Virgil to still be his best friend which is, uh... Not quite the case right now).
Also notably, Patton doesn't wear his onesie to sleep here?
Alright, next up is Roman!
Right off the bat, THAT IS A FACE MASK PEOPLE, ROMAN CANONICALLY HAS A SKINCARE ROUTINE ‼️
Next, his katana right next to his bed which I imagine he uses fairly often because if you'll look in the bottom left hand corner, you can see Remus stealing one of Roman's crocheted (knitted?) stars off of his desk
After that is his poster, which says Adventure Is Out There (maybe an Up poster? I can't find the exact one but knowing Roman it's probably that)
And speaking of Disney, I just noticed that he's sleeping in his Beauty and the Beast onesie oh my gosh
I love the amount of Roman toys he has in his room idjshshs
I can't tell what that bottle is right behind the Roman Youtooz, if anyone can, can you let me know?
[EDIT FOR ABOVE: People have told me that the bottle is pillow spray which, yeah, makes sense for Roman jdjdjsjs]
And finally, the bulletin board! Two pictures of himself, one of Leslie Odom Jr., and 3 Post-Its that read (from top to bottom): "TAKE DANCE CLASSES AGAIN", "YOU GOT THIS PAL", and "WWLOJD?" (which I realized far too late means "What Would Leslie Odom Jr. Do?" idjdjsjs)
Alright, Virgil's room now!!
It is. So dark. I had to turn my phone's brightness up to max to even be able to see half of it ksjsjsjsj
First off, Virgil wears a Green Day shirt and Thomas's black jacket to sleep! (If you don't remember, this is the same jacket Thomas wore during parts 1 and 2 of Accepting Anxiety and in Working Through Intrusive Thoughts!)
If you'll look right behind Virgil, there's a laptop open to... A YouTube lyric video. Dude listens to emo music without headphones to go to sleep, oh my God /pos
[EDIT ABOVE: According to Thomas, he's watching a Jack the Ripper conspiracy video, not a lyric video! Still, incredibly fitting for Virgil kdjdjsjs]
Now to the darker parts of the room:
He has a whiteboard that says "[Number (it's actually a pound sign but i don't want this to end up as a hashtag jdjsjsj)] of days since last total disaster", with 5 being the number of days. Does this mean that this video takes place five days after WTIT, or is it just an insignificant number?
I literally can't tell what all is on Virgil's desk so if anyone does please let me know, but what I can tell is that he's got an expo marker (for the whiteboard) and (presumably) melatonin, which (alongside the tossing and turning) I imagine confirms that Virgil has trouble sleeping
[EDIT FOR ABOVE: He also has a spider plush, a book of Grimm's Fairytale, fake candles(?) and Patton's card pinned underneath it! That's fascinating to me and I've taken it to mean that Virgil doesn't want to complete throw away his friendship with Patton but he's nowhere near "buddy buddy" with him anymore]
And finally, Logan!
Look at his blue ass bed and matching pjs and sleep mask I freaking love him
He's got a periodic table poster over his bed!!!
Now let's check out his desk
He has all five plushies with him!!! Everyone else just had theirs but he has all five! (Angst writers come get your food pspspsps)
They're all sitting on a notebook (presumably the one Logan uses to write down when someone says something stupid?) which is on top of the fanfic Roman gave him for Christmas which i freaking love 😭
His solved Rubix cube is sitting on what looks to be a crossword of the day calendar sort of thing?
EMPTY CROFTERS JAR BEHIND EVERYTHING HE CANONICALLY EATS IT IN HIS ROOM
Oh my God that is the 10th Doctor Funko Pop right by the plushies
And his flashcards are under his glasses!
[EDIT FOR ABOVE: The notebook above the script is a Journal 3 notebook from Gravity Falls and he also has a TARDIS behind the plushies and a smart lamp! (Hence the clapping)]
Again, if i missed something someone let me know jdjdhs
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Panic Attack
pairing: carina deluca x fem reader
category: hurt/comfort
warnings: panic attack
word count: 704
summary: you have a panic attack and carinas there to help you
I tried to take deep breaths while reading the latest incident report. It wasn't the report that was making me so anxious, more of just having a bad anxiety day and needing a way to relieve it. "Bambina...just relax." Carina put her hand on my shoulders and rubbed them slowly. "What's got you so tense today, huh?" I shrugged her hands off of me, feeling a slight pang of annoyance.
"I wanna be alone."
"Not while you're like this." Her accent as thick and I could tell she was tired. I didn't want her to have to put up with me right now. "What's wrong bambina?"
"Nothing." She gave me that look, the scary one. "Just anxious." I rubbed my forehead and struggled to swallow once I felt another wave of anxiety wash over me.
"What's making you anxious?" She looked over my shoulder at the incident report. "Is it this?"
"No...no it's not that." I took a shallow shaky breath. "I need to sit." I took a step but my legs were shaky.
"Y/n talk to me. What is going on?" She led me to the couch, helping me sit down before going to the kitchen to get me some water. "You never get anxious like this without a reason."
"I know." My voice was shaky as I took a sip of water. "And I don't know. I don't know what's going on."
"Bambina I need you to take a few deep breaths with me."
"I c-can't I can't do it-"
"Bambina you're having a panic attack-"
"That's not what this is." I whispered while struggling to breathe. "It's not...I'm ok. I'm ok Carina-"
"You're not ok. You can barely breathe and your hands are shaking."
"Carina." I whimpered. Her eyes softened at my plea.
"Head between your knees bella." She put her hand on my back, gently pushing me forward until my head was between my knees. "Good." She leaned over me, hugging me while kissing the back of my head.
"I don't know what's happening." I whispered.
"Shh. It's ok. You don't have to know what's happening. It's ok."
"But-"
"No buts. It's ok to feel like this bambina. You just have to breathe through it. I'm right here with you."
"Carina." I whimpered.
"Shh. It's ok." She continued rubbing my back. "I've got you. Deep breaths. I'm right here."
Once I had a hold on my breathing I sat up slowly, wiping my tears away before meeting her eyes. "Sorry."
"No. Do not apologize bella." She tucked my hair behind my ears. "It's not your fault. But what do you need?"
"I don't know." I leaned into her touch. "I think I just need you right now." She nodded, tilting my head down so she could kiss my forehead.
"I've got you." I nuzzled my head against her chest so I could hear her heartbeat, it always calmed me down. "Wanna move to bed?" I nodded so she picked me up effortlessly, placing me down on the bed.
"I don't know what happened." My voice was still quiet.
"You don't have to." Carina told me as she got situated under the blankets. I frowned before crawling over to her. "Is this better?" I nodded slightly, wanting to hear her heartbeat again.
"I don't want it to happen again."
"Well if it does do you know what to do to calm yourself down?"
"Head between my knees."
"What else?" She stroked my hair.
"Um...box breathing? I can...I can call you."
"You can always call me bambina." Her voice softened immensely. "Even if you're not having a panic attack, even if I'm at work, ok?"
"Ok." I cuddled up more, wanting to be as close as possible to her.
"I'm always going to be here for you." She told me quietly, waiting for me to let the words sink in. "Always, ok? I don't want you to lie when I ask you what's wrong. I want to help you."
"Ok. I'm sorry for lying earlier."
"It's alright. I just want you to be able to trust me and come to me for comfort when you need it. I love you bambina, and I'm always here for you."
"I love you more."
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hey!! is it alright if i asked for like a fluffy 'nd angsty kinda songfic with the reader referring or viewing the bay!tmnt with the lyrics, "your beauty never, ever scared me." by Ghost's Mary On A Cross? (bc im pretty sure they all share an insecurity abt their specie and physical appearance yk but reader loves n reassures them ,, thank you!!! <3)
I absolutely agree, they definitely have a lot of insecurities about how they look.
I'm doing this as a Turtle of Choice thing, so you can imagine your favorite dude <3
This is heavily inspired by @turtle-babe83 post about insecurities but for the S/O not from the boys. (Please click the link her works are so good!)
Turtles x Gn!reader
Beauty
Word Count: 822
Warnings: insecure turtles, them being soft bois, established relationship, first "I love yous", spelling mistakes
Summary: after hearing a lyric from your favorite song, your boyfriend opens up.
Spring cleaning.
Worst time of the year because it comes right after seasonal depression and cabin fever which beat your ass. Every. Single. Year.
But now you had a boyfriend to help with all your chores and keep you...mostly...on track.
He offered a helping hand when needed, willing to do anything and everything you asked. Even if it was just sitting on your bed whole you folded laundry.
He knew you struggled a lot and if he could help you in any way he would.
Now it was late evening, the sun was setting, turning the sky pink, orange, and purple, and small stats were appearing in the sky.
You two were washing the dishes, listening to your favorite Playlist. You would scrub and rise the dishes then hand them to him, he would dry them and then put them away.
It was a perfect system, keeping you focused but making it a little fun. You'd tell him about your day, why this plastic cup was your favorite, or why you loved a certain song.
He found it so endearing listening to you talk about your interests and to do simple mundane things with you.
"Oh, I love this one!" You happily start humming and mouthing the words.
It was cute watching his face try to figure out if he knew the song and try to hear the words. His brows furrowed and he gently swayed to the music.
"It's from tiktok," You lean in, whispering as if it were some great secret.
He nodded, the gears finally clicking in his head.
"I would've gotten it," He mumbled, drying off a glass cup and putting it in the corner cabinet by your side.
"Eventually," You add, nudging his arm playfully. He laughed, taking the plate from your hands.
"Oh, this line reminds me of you," You gently touch his arm. He lowers his arms, still holding the towel and plate, listening to the song coming from your small speaker.
🎶"Your beauty never ever scared me," 🎶
You saw the moment the words registered in his mind. The way his mouth opened slightly, his eyes going slightly wide, the sharp inhale.
"That-that line?" He asked, cautiously. "Reminds you of me?"
You nod, as if it were something simple.
"But....But, I'm, well you know," Setting the plate down he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"What? Incredibly handsome? Yes I know,"
"No, I mean," You could tell from his tone he was being serious. You turned off the sink and set your dishcloth down.
"I'm not human, Y/n, I'm a...I'm a turtle and I can't ever give you things that normal people can,' He held up his hands, fingers splayed as if he didn't recognize them.
"You've given me more than I could ever want," You gently touch his forearm, meeting his eyes. "More then I've ever gotten from a "normal" relationship, you're my everything,"
"But I-" He tried to fight again, feeling his stomach and chest tighten with anxiety.
"You are the love of my life, my best friend and everything I could ever want from a partner. I don't care that you're a turtle, I don't care that you're green or have two fingers or a shell. You have a massive heart and one of the kindest souls I have ever met. You have an amazing family that loves you dearly and you make me so happy." Your hand came up, two fingers pushing his lips together to stop him. "I love you and I couldn't imagine my life without you,"
Your voice cracked, lowering your hand as he exhaled.
"I love you too," He was quick to respond, leaning in and pulling you in for a tight embrace. "You've given me everything too,"
Burying your face in his neck, you both stand there for a moment, just enjoying each other's warmth.
"How about we make a deal," You offer, pulling away from him slightly, still in his large arms. "I promise to work on my insecurities, and you promise to work on yours as well. Because we don't have to do this alone and we can rely on one another for whatever we need," looking up at him you press your chin on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"Deal," He leaned down, you pressed up on your tip toes and gave him a big kiss. Showing him how much you love and care for him.
"Hey," He pulled away, rubbing his nose against yours.
"'Hey' what?" You ask, pecking his lips then the tip of his nose.
"I love you," He murmured, giggling softly.
"I love you too," You laugh with him, kissing him again. And again. And again.
You kissed him enough times to wash away any and all negative thoughts he'd ever had. Reminding him how much he meant to you. How much you cared for him. How much you loved him.
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Art Frustration ♡
Pairing: Kōshi Sugawara x fem!reader
WC: 1.8k
Genre: fluff
CW : fem!reader, fluff, comfort for frustration, art frustrations
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Once again, the paper was scattered with useless and chaotic drawings. It had seemed to be as if my brain couldn't handle anymore pathetic scribbles.
The frustration grew in my head as I tore another piece of paper up and groaned loudly.
It's simple really, art is supposed to make you feel relaxed and at one with what you're making. It's something to release the feelings and emotions you have into something that explains you.
Well this wasn't the case with me.
I haven't had a good crumb of inspiration for the past two weeks. As an artist, that can put a lot of pressure on you when you draw almost every day.
Especially when I have so many expectations that I've set for myself and I'm not even managing to reach them.
There were so many ideas swarming in my head but I just couldn't put it on paper. It would come out as something not even definite, which is so not the look I was going for with this piece.
Taking a deep breath, I set up a new sheet and paused. I tried to differentiate an idea with how well I could get that idea on this page without frustrating myself again.
My hands started marking on the page with a very simple sketches. I, unfortunately, erased those lines upon lines frequently. Feeling my anxiety getting the better of me as I really wanted to draw but couldn't.
It was getting to the point of hopelessness for me. My tiny sketches here and there, they always started out small. I could feel the tears pricking my eyes as it wasn't going the way I wanted it to, just like the other fifty million times.
I couldn't see a good clear idea in my head to form what I wanted to express on the page.
My emotions started bubbling up inside me like a wild fire. Irritation was overcoming me and my hands were shaking with a burning need to get something on this damn paper. It was so bad to the point where I couldn't even draw anymore.
Defeated, I let out a shaky breath that I'd been holding in. I took the paper and crumbled it up once again. I desperately wanted to throw a fit and scream like a toddler. This wasn't working out like it's supposed to .
Art is something I've always been good at, I don't know why this is happening to me now.
I banged my head on the canvas stand, practically begging for some inspiration to help me.
Finally, I had just let go of the salty tears that were bundled in my eyes as I released a quiet sob. This was so frustrating.
Sliding down the wall to sit, I sobbed on the floor. Was it too much to ask to simply draw good?
This has been the only thing I've been good at since I was little, the amount of time I've put into trying to better myself and art style feels like it's for nothing.
A soft knock sounded throughout my room from my door which followed with my bedroom door being opened.
I had guessed it was my mom since she's been the one to see me like this for almost two weeks now. Sighing with my face in my hands, I waited for the sound of her footsteps to leave my room.
But they never came.
I felt a hand on mine as it pulled my own from my tear streaked face.
"Woah, woah. are you alright, (Y/n)?" I heard, it was no one other than my supportive boyfriend, Kōshi Sugawara.
Looking up at him with so many emotions that I was feeling I shook my head no. I wanted to explain what a rut I've been in but knowing that if I even tried to explain to him, it'd be a lot of high pitched whining noises.
"Come on, let's get you off the floor, sugar." Calling me my favorite name, he helped me to my bed. Rubbing soothing circles on my back, Suga waited for me to speak.
I could tell he was examining the absolute mess the state of my room was in. Papers everywhere, my trashcan overflowing with mess of drawings and scraps. My paint bottles were open and bound to dry out if I didn't close them soon. It just looked rough in here.
"How did this happen..?" Kōshi sounded hesitant to ask, as if I could start breaking down even worse. Which I don't blame him, usually I'm a very tidy person and I never let any sort of thing screw my room like this.
Deep breaths, (Y/n). Deep breaths.
"I've been in a rut, none of my art is coming out even remotely good. I'm a f-failure. Plenty of hours I've spent on this, just for it to be worthless." I sighed and hiccupped while trying to stop the warm tears that fell.
My anxiety ridden hands carelessly played with the loose strings on my shirt to distract myself from Suga's presence. I didn't realize it yet but the embarrassment was creeping up on me. I'm having an entire breakdown because of a drawing I can' t even do.
"Hey, look at me," I felt his warm hand softly turn my head so my gaze would be on him.
"Under no circumstance will I let my talented, wonderful girlfriend call herself a failure. You just need a break, sugar. Artist block happens to everyone once in a while." He comforted me, concerned.
Wiping away the few stray tears with his thumbs from my eyes. He kissed the red marks underneath them as well.
"Break time, yeah?" Kōshi hugged me close to him, humming a small lullaby to help calm me down. Rocking me back and forth helped my breathing slow again and I was able to fully relax.
Suga had held me like that for a while and when he did that, I felt at peace.
Listening to the rhythmic music from his heart beat and very few sniffles from me were the only sounds in the room.
"Are you feeling better?" The small circles on my arms didn't cease.
I nodded giving him a small smile, gee that sure wasn't embarrassing. My own boyfriend had to see a breakdown. I cursed myself internally for even letting this happen.
"Great! Now let's get this placed cleaned up sugar." He kissed my cheek whilst his gray hair tickled my forehead. He got me up from my bed as my eyes skimmed my room.
I cringed looking at the mess I had painfully made these past two weeks. Shuffling all the torn up pieces of paper to the bin, which was already full.
Suga had fixed my easels, lining them up like I would want them in the corner of my room.
We continued to clean my room and I had felt the need to apologize to him. Also to question of why he had come over anyway, not that I mind.
"Suga? I'm sorry if you had to do something and got stuck here because of me." My dejected voice sounded in the room, I felt pathetic really.
Looking up, I was faced with his charming smile that had made me fall head over heels with long ago.
"I didn't have any plans, don't worry. And I'd always love to take care of you anytime." He sent me an air blown kiss.
I smiled back and chuckled a bit while catching it, placing it in my back pocket for later.
When we were finally done with the cleaning, I persuaded Suga to stay for dinner as an apology. Letting him help me clean my messy room was something I felt guilty for but was glad he offered.
"It's always good to see you Sugawara." I heard my mom say as I helped clean the kitchen as dinner was finished with.
"You too, Mrs. (L/n)." He responded respectively towards my mom. Suga's always been the most polite person out of the two of us.
"It's going to get a bit dark soon. You might want to head home, but you're always welcome to stay the night. If your parents have no issue with it." My mom said, giving me wink. I could always count on her to be my wing woman when I needed it.
"Ah, that's right. Thank you! I haven't even thought of the time."
Grabbing my boyfriend's hand gently, I lead him back to my bedroom. Hearing a small chuckle come from my mom and she went to watch TV in our living room.
"Are you confident to create a wonderful piece of artwork now?" I heard Suga inquire from behind me.
"I'm lacking in the inspiration department but other than that, yes, I think." I smiled at him while gathering up his coat and shoes.
"You might want to go home before it gets dark outside, hon." I passed him his things as he looked like he just got an amazing idea.
"How about I give you some inspiration?" He mischievously said. Setting his coat down on my bed, his shoes on my floor, and walked to opposite side of my easel.
Kōshi laid on my floor with one hand on his hip and the other holding his head up with a contorted face.
"Draw me like one of your French girls." He chuckled as I couldn't help but to burst out in laughter.
"Kōshi! Dear God, pray for me." I rolled my eyes at his form.
"Well at lea-." He had begun to say but I immediately cut him off at the sparkle of an idea.
"Wait! Don't move! You actually just gave me something I can work with." I almost shouted at him and hurried to get my art supplies.
Paying attention to the canvas and looking up at him every once in a while. I created an absolute masterpiece.
I had drew a picture of my dear Kōshi but he was on a serf board, riding a wave. It was silly but magnificent nonetheless to me.
When I had got done, I physically and mentally felt better. Noticing that Suga had almost fell asleep on the floor because of how long I took. I awoke him with a question.
"Kōshi, do you want to stay over tonight?" I questioned him, already walking over to my dresser getting the comfy clothes he wore last time.
"Thank you. I don't think I could walk home in this state." He gave me a small tired, but grateful smile.
"No, I should be thanking you. I'm so glad I got that piece of art done. I feel so much better, like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders."
"I'd do anything for you, sugar." He kissed my forehead and headed towards the bathroom.
I used that time to change into my pajamas, as well as turning on my fairy lights.
When he was done I had put everything away and climbed into my bed.
"You ready?" I mumbled getting into the comfortable strawberry printed covers I had.
"Of course. Goodnight sugar, I love you."
A smile graced my lips, "I love you too, so much." I cuddled against him, swarmed in blankets.
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a/n: this is from my "Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots" on Wattpad! I'm slowly trying to transition to Tumblr then to AO3! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want more!
the header is from Jimena Martinez on Pinterest
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A bit specific I hope you don't mind
Could I please request Ayato, Childe, and Zhongli headcanons for comforting their S/O who had a bad day at work, is extremely tired, and anxiety spiking through the roof please?
Thank you, hope this works
-question anon
Thank you for your request, dear! <3 I feel like this was the perfect request to work on right now because I've been really stressed from work recently. In any case, I hope you like what I came up with! Have a good day/night and stay safe. :) I tried a different format for this one btw, I hope that's okay.
Characters: Kamisato Ayato, Childe/Tartaglia, Zhongli
Comforting their s/o after a bad day at work (gn!reader)
Kamisato Ayato
“Darling, I understand how you’re feeling. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Ayato is someone who knows exactly how exhausting and overwhelming work can be sometimes. He’s no stranger to feeling stressed and anxious due to the work piling up on his desk, so it doesn’t take him long to realize what is bothering you when you come back home that day. He can relate to the tired and sad expression on your face, although it really breaks his heart to see you like this.
He immediately drops everything to be there for you, even if it means that most of the paperwork for the day will be left half-done. His work is incredibly important, yes, and he actually can’t afford to slack off but you’re his s/o and your wellbeing will always be his main priority.
Since he knows very well how it is to feel like a failure sometimes, he spends a lot of time reassuring you that you’re enough, that you’re doing incredibly well and that you don’t have to be ashamed for feeling stressed and anxious after a day like this. It’s easier said than done, he’s aware of that, but that obviously doesn’t stop him from trying to cheer you up again.
“My poor darling,” Ayato says softly as he pulls you into his arms. Your quiet sobs, muffled by the fabric of his jacket when you press your face against his shoulder, break his heart, and once again, he wishes he could find the proper words to comfort you. He rests his cheek on top of your head, cradling you in his arms. “Shh,” he whispers. “It’s alright. You’re not alone.”
Childe/Tartaglia
“If there’s anything I can do, please tell me. I’m here for you, buttercup.”
You probably get back home earlier than Childe on most days and usually, you greet him with a smile and a hug as soon as he comes through the door. So, it doesn’t take him long to realize that something is off when there’s no sign of you, and when he finds you curled up on the sofa or in your bed, it’s crystal clear that you’re upset about something.
It’s not hard to put one and one together and figure out that you most likely experienced a rough day at work, especially when you’ve been stressed out anyway recently. It pains him to see you like this because he knows he can’t really help you with these things. However, what he can and will do is to be there for you and listen if you need someone to talk.
Childe also doesn’t mind lying down next to you and holding you in his arms for a while without saying a single world. He just wishes he could make things a bit easier for you and take the burden off your shoulders. If he could, he’d even take some of your work off your hands to give you more time to rest and relax but since that’s not possibly he focuses on comforting you when you experience a bad time at work.
Childe kisses the top of your head as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay,” he whispers reassuringly and wraps his arms around you in an attempt to shield you from the world that has caused you so much stress and anxiety today. “I’m here.” And he means it – no matter what happens, you can always count on him to catch you when you fall.
Zhongli
“You don’t have to talk about it but please know that you are not alone, my love.”
Zhongli is quite an observant man, so there’s really no point in trying to hide your struggles from him. To him, it’s always so obvious when you had a rough time at work, just from seeing the tension in your posture or how your eyes don’t sparkle as they do usually. It hurts him so much to see you like this but at the same time, he feels this somewhat irrational anger that someone (or something) is causing you so much stress.
He wouldn’t ask you directly what’s wrong because he knows from experience that you’ll talk when you feel like it. Instead, he does a number of more subtle things to support you and cheer you up, like preparing your favorite food or offering you a massage because your shoulders are so tense and it surely is quite uncomfortable for you.
He makes it very clear that you can always count on him, no matter what happened. Need some help with your work? He’s there. One of your colleagues has been talking you or your efforts down? He reassures you that you’re doing your best and you shouldn’t listen to them.
“I’m sorry you had a rough day,” Zhongli says, his voice as soft and soothing as always, as he presses his thumb against a particularly tense spot right between your shoulder blades. When you let out a quiet sigh of relief, he leans down and brushes his lips against your neck in a gentle kiss. “You don’t have to go through this alone, my love. I’m by your side."
Thank you so much for reading! if you enjoyed it, please consider liking, reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd appreciate the support. <3
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Babe? Why are you still awake??? It's literally 2 am, you should be sleeping, you have to go to work tomorrow.
What...what do you say? You can't sleep? But why? Oh, you're feeling unwell? My poor darling...
What? Your chest feels "weird"? Let me just put my hand on your chest to- oh, wow, your heart's racing and pumping so hard against my palm. That's strange...Wait- I think I see it beating like outside of your chest! Do you feel it? I mean, without even putting your hand on it? A bit, huh? Babe, did you have some caffeine or theine before going to bed? Not even a little bit... Maybe you are anxious? Neither... You're just starting to panic with all these things I'm telling you about your heart?
Okay, now listen to me, sweetheart. I know what I've said might seem terrifying, but I assure you there's really nothing to worry about. Yeah, for real, you can trust me. Hey, hey, try to relax for me okay? Take some deep breaths... Again...One more time... You're doing very good, honey.
So, now that you calmed down a little, I'd like to have a listen to your heart. No, I promise, you're not gonna die, babe, you're really not, I just wanna make sure at 100% that there's nothing to worry about, both as a girlfriend and as a doctor! Okay, so please lie down and lift your shirt while I grab my stethoscope. Okay, there we go. Just breathe normally and relax. Very well.
Ssh, ssh, please don't talk while I'm listening to your heart sounds. We'll talk about it later. Anyway, your heart rate is still high for a resting one. I count around 110 bpm. Are you sure you're not experiencing any anxiety? No? Well, if you say so...
Okay, sweetheart, your heart sounds perfect to me, if we forget about that fast rhythm. But even if I really wanna know what's going on with your heart, I think all I can do right now for you is to give you some sedatives to lower your heart rate and help you sleep. But remember, if you still feel unwell tomorrow before going to work, I strongly advise you to call your boss and take a day off. No, I'm not joking. And if you don't do it, you can be sure I will. Really, you think I won't? Well, we'll see... Now, I'm gonna give you the medication, you really need to sleep, babe. However, I'm gonna stay by your side, to make sure that all goes well by taking your pulse while you fall asleep. If you feel you're getting worse, tell me immediately. Okay, here we go... Gimme your wrist. Or maybe you'd rather have me directly listening to your heart by resting my head on your chest? You're up for that? Perfect, lemme just change quickly, that white coat is not comfortable enough to sleep in, you know? Now that I'm ready, I'll rest my head on your chest, making sure everything's alright while the sedative is irrigating your whole body. Mmh, I already can tell that it's beating more calmly. How sweet is the sound of your heart calming down...
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Chaos Theory | Michael Kinsella x Reader
Chapter 24: Bandaids Don’t Fix Bullet Holes
Masterlist ° Chapter List
Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Reader (she/her)
Summary: While Michael meets with his solicitor, you're stuck at his house, and you slowly start going crazy. A visit from a particular someone drives you even crazier.
Warnings: Angst, Frank (yes, that's a warning)
Word Count: 3.2k
A/n: I've finally gotten around to finishing this chapter. It might not be as exciting as you guys hoped it would be, but I have a plan for the next following chapters and I had to leave space for that, which is why this isn't as plot heavy as I intended it. (Also, I’m not sure about the title, but I’ve run out of songs to use)
You’re still tired when you wake up the next morning, but the sadness that overcame you the day before has been replaced by emptiness. You just feel numb now, but it’s better than being in pain.
Michael has an appointment with his solicitor this morning. Your blood burns your insides when you think about being left alone for the day. His family surrounds you. Not literally, thank God, but with them living on the very street Michael does, it feels as if they’re caging you in like a zoo animal.
You tried to convince him to let you go home, but he insisted that you stay in his house until he’s back so he can make sure that you’re safe. His house has a better security system in place than your own home, and after everything that was unraveled the other day, he would rather not take any chances until he has figured out how serious the repercussions of Frank’s actions will be.
They blew up Michael’s phone all day yesterday, but ever since he blew them off, no one has been brave enough to his house in person. It has been otherwise quiet, too. Thankfully. Still, you can’t help but be wary.
You’re sitting in bed with your legs pulled up to your chest, resting your cheek on your knees as you watch him rummage through his wardrobe to get ready. Today is an important day to him and he doesn’t want to risk making a bad impression, no matter how big the chaos around him is.
You called in sick from work. You can’t stand being around people, let alone put on a fake smile. The scent of coffee makes you nauseous. To top that off, your hand is still swollen, bandaged, and your knuckles have started getting irritated. Any doctor would have told you the same thing Michael did; your wrist is sprained and you need to rest your hand, which means that work is off the table.
You know you’re going to use up all of your sick days if you keep going like this, but at this point, there are no worries on your mind. None but one, and that is your sister. Okay, maybe you’re overthinking about a little more than that, but you refuse to acknowledge that or you will drive yourself crazy.
At least Michael’s house smells like safety. You can’t describe it, but the comfort his scent engulfs you in makes this a little easier, even with the separation anxiety eating you alive like a flesh-eating amoeba.
“Hey,” his soft voice brings you back to reality. It has a bit of a scruff to it, but that’s what makes him so attractive.
The bed dips before you, and you look at him with red eyes. “Are you gonna be alright?” Michael asks, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “I could call the solicitor and tell her I’ve changed my mind, that I can’t do it today, I…”
You shake your head. The last thing you want is for him to put you over getting his daughter back. The truth about your past, then Jamie’s death, and now the revelation with Frank and Amanda messed with both of your lives, and God knows what else happened in the time you were at work.
The things Michael threw in Frank’s sounded so serious, you can’t imagine that he has fully forgotten them just because of this one appointment. There seems to be more to it, even, and that scares you. It scares you that he’s going through hell and now he’s going through yours too. And you’re forced to go through his, thanks to his family and your inability to stay away.
You have an inkling, but you don’t like what it is telling you, not one bit. You know Michael, and you know how easily he could be pushed to a point where he would do just about anything for the people he cares about. It’s a terrifying prospect that you could lose him.
You shake it off. You’ve already done enough stupid things for the time being. You can’t do this alone anymore, and you don’t have to.
“Go,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll manage. Don’t put your future with Anna at risk just because of me. It’s not worth it.”
Michael’s eyes soften. “Yer always worth it, that’s not–”
“No. Not this time.”
He sighs. “We’ll talk about how to keep your sister safe once I’m back, alright?” It sounds like a compromise. “Just don’t do anythin’ rash ‘til I’m back,” he says.
“I know,” you answer.
“Promise me.”
You open your mouth. An exasperated sigh slips your lips, and he gives you an incredulous look. “Okay, fine,” you cave. “I promise. I won’t do anything rash until you’re back.”
You’re not sure how you’re going to keep it, but he’s right. You can’t do anything rash or you will risk a lot more than your sister’s safety. She’s the most important thing in your life, above all else, and if you put her at risk just because you’re impatient and drowning in your concern… You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself.
“I’ll be back in a few hours.” Michael leans forward and presses a kiss on your forehead.
You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “I love you,” you whisper.
He smiles right back at you. “You too.”
Michael checks his appearance a few more times in the mirror, and you can tell he’s nervous. He rechecks every document twice, and he repeats every question he prepared himself for in his head.
You want to lift him up, but you’re too low to say anything supportive other than what you feel for him. You hope it’s enough, but you feel useless and numb, and the state you’re in is a horrible middle space between being an exhausted mess and being on high alert. But most of all, the fear never leaves your bones. It has manifested and it’s eating away at your soul.
“After our fight,” you speak up, “I, uh, called the inspector on the case of my sister’s death six years ago.”
He deserves to know.
Michael stops in his tracks and turns to you. “And?” he asks.
You shrug. “I was redirected to Scotland Yard’s official hotline, and the front desk lady told me she would pass my message along, but…” With a defeated sigh, you lower your head and shake it. “He didn’t call me back.”
Michael purses his lips. He’s not mad, you can tell. He probably would have done the same in your position. You took the only road you thought could help you, but it ended up being a dead end, after all. Or maybe you missed something crucial.
“Maybe he’ll call today,” he says almost hopefully. “If he’s anythin’ like ya said, he’ll call eventually. Maybe he’s just… swamped.”
“Or maybe he can’t help me.”
“I’m not going to lie to you.”
You want to kiss him just for that.
“So,” he says, “him not wanting to help or be associated with this case again is somethin’ we need to consider.”
You nod along. He’s right. It’s possible. The truth hurts, but at least it’s true.
Wiping your dry cheeks to prevent yourself from actually crying, you clear the lump in your throat. “Well, regardless, I need to pick up the file,” you add, your voice stronger this time.
He shakes his head. “We can do that once I’m back, alright? Yer not goin’ anywhere without me.”
You don’t have the strength to protest. Michael kisses you again. “Good girl,” he says.
When he turns to leave, you hug him for a little longer than necessary. He rubs your back, knowing it’s hard for you to let him go, but he has to leave. You understand now why he was so clingy the other day, and it hurts to watch him walk out the door and down the street, disappearing out of your sight, and you lock the door the way he told you to.
Against what your brain tells you, you don’t go back to bed. You make yourself a nice cup of coffee and find some toast in the cupboard to make yourself some breakfast, and you force yourself to swallow a few bites for your upset stomach. Maybe that will give you a clear mind.
You spend a few minutes sitting in the backyard, staring out into nature. Every once in a while, you peek over at Jimmy and Amanda’s house. It seems so deserted. You wonder if they fought after you punched her.
Michael and Jimmy don’t seem all too close, but they’re still brothers, and Michael seems to see something in him that you don’t. You don’t need to understand it.
You busy yourself with cleaning for a while. Just as you’re scrubbing the stove, you catch something from the corner of your eye. Your peripheral vision picks up on a silhouette close to the bushes that adorn the sides of Michael’s driveway.
She’s concealed halfway by your car, but you catch a glimpse of the girl’s face that is staring directly into the house, and when she meets your eyes, she gasps and bolts.
Anna.
You know Michael has secretly been watching her just to get a chance to see her, even if it’s from afar. You never expected Anna to come to the house herself.
She was still little when he went to prison and she must be more than curious, but also a little angry because she probably doesn’t know or understand the full truth behind her mother’s death yet. She’s a child, but she’s not stupid.
You open the front door and storm out of the house. You call out, “Anna?” But upon hearing her name, the girl runs faster, and soon enough she has disappeared around the corner in her school uniform.
You sigh. Whether or not you will tell Michael about this depends on how his meeting goes. Now that she saw you, what must she think? Knowing her father whom she hasn’t seen for eight years has a strange woman standing in his kitchen and cleaning it like a mad woman.
By opening the blinds to let in some light, you might have just screwed up in the eyes of a teenage girl and Michael’s daughter, and that fills you with dread because you don’t know if he’s going to process the truth in the way you want him to.
Locking the door behind you again, you draw the blinds closed and return to angrily scrubbing the stove, making the pain in your injured hand worse without even using it, but at least it makes you feel something other than the gaping emptiness deep within your soul. It keeps you from going crazy.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the very door that you just closed. Startled, you turn around. Goosebumps form on your skin. For a second, you consider what to do. Should you go upstairs and hide? Should you call Michael? Should you grab a knife or the gun behind the fridge?
You move toward the front door, your steps careful and calculated. The knocking intensifies. You can feel yourself quivering in the fuzzy socks you’re wearing.
Then, you hear a faint voice call out your name, and you can see Frank peeking in through the kitchen window. He waves at you as if he can see you through the slits in the blinds. You hold your breath.
“I know you’re in there!” he calls out for you. “I just wanna talk.” There is a pause, and you stand there completely paralyzed until he adds, “It’s about yer sister.”
Your feet carry you the rest of the way to the door and you open it enough to look outside.
“What do you want, Frank?” you snap. “Do you get off on harassing innocent people? Or are you just that stupid?”
He looks at you, and… is that guilt in his eyes? You don’t want to believe it. The audacity he has to show up here and look like that. He’s cruel, he’s vile, he is an asshole and he doesn’t deserve your attention. But he mentioned your sister. After what happened the day before, he knows that you would jump at the mere mention, and that is how he gets you.
“I just wanna talk,” he repeats. “Please.”
“Michael’s not here,” you say. You have to stand your ground. He’s doing this on purpose. He has to be. This man is capable of unspeakable things.
If Michael knew, heads would roll.
“I’m not here to talk to Michael, I told ya. I’m here because o’ you.”
You let out an exasperated sigh. You shouldn’t, you know that you shouldn’t, but your body acts without listening to your common sense. You open the door just enough to let him inside.
This is about Maya, you tell yourself. Whatever he has to say could be important. And you can’t say no to the man who threatened her once before. He is the reason she might be in grave danger. So, whatever he knows, as small as it might seem could help prevent any further damage. And if he’s lying, you can still grab the gun behind the fridge and put an end to this disgusting excuse of a human being.
“Thanks,” Frank throws your way as he steps in, almost as if you’re friends, and you hate that he carries himself with that godawful, confidence-secreting attitude.
Does he not realize what he did? Michael threatened him with a gun and this is how he walks around, with his hair styled and an almost sly smile on his face—it’s just a hint, but it counts, and it makes you feral.
He stands in the kitchen, turning to you. You stand across from him, arms crossed and waiting for him to make a move. You won’t offer him a drink, that’s for sure.
He lets out a long breath eventually, pulling something from his backpocket. You flinch at the sudden movement of his hand, and he lifts them almost as if to reassure you that he isn’t a threat. But to you, he is everything bad and more. You hate him in a way you ever only thought you could hate one person, even though it’s a different kind of hatred nonetheless.
Frank pulls out a small envelope, looking down at it for a moment before slowly extending it to you. You frown at him. He insists you take it, but you’re not sure if you want to see the contents.
“Open it,” he encourages you.
You roll your eyes, reaching for the envelope. The paper feels thin under your fingers, almost rough and worn. It’s barely closed. You only have to pull a little to open it, and when you look inside, you can tell there is a series of pictures waiting for you. You shoot Frank a glare.
“What’s this?” you ask as you take the photographs out of the envelope.
“It’s the pictures my men took of your sister,” he answers.
You stop. “What?!” Your voice echoes. The house isn’t even that big, but you are loud enough for the sound to carry.
“Relax–”
“Relax? You had my sister followed and now you come here after deliberately putting her in danger, telling me to relax? How sick can you possibly be?!”
“They’re the pictures I was plannin’ to have sent to ya so you’d leave Michael alone. I told my men to back off. I promised tha. I don’t like being threatened,” he says. “They’re the only photographs left of her. Swear to God. It’s done. It’s over. Nothin’ more to worry about, alright? So… relax.”
His voice holds a certain edge as if your anger is somehow annoying to him and not at all justified, and only for that you want to use your healthy fist to hit him.
No, you won’t fall for it. You see a glimpse of humanity, but you refuse to let it blind you. People like him know how to fool someone in a crisis like you, and they use that vulnerability to their advantage.
You take out the photographs he gave you. He’s right, it is Maya. Your little sister, all alone and vulnerable. It’s so different to see her walking the streets of London after school, hanging out with the few friends she has, and–
You stop. The last picture has your father in it. The look in his eyes resembles death. He smiles at your weak mother, but there is nothing but evil in his eyes. You can see that he has no soul, he never had one. It makes your stomach churn.
“You’re lying,” you say, but your voice is barely above a whisper. “This was never supposed to happen.”
“Believe me or not, but it’s done,” Frank repeats. “They won’t hurt her, and for the record, I was never plannin’ on havin’ her hurt anyway, but after what you said about your father… You know, we can help–”
“Don’t even start,” you cut him off. “You had men follow my sister and put her in danger because you didn’t think. You were dissatisfied with Michael choosing himself over your twisted family for once in his godforsaken life, and you were ready to let it out on an innocent child you didn’t know instead of taking it up with me. That makes you as much of an asshole as my bastard of a father, and I’ve encountered many people in my life. You threatened me and my sister and that is not something I can just forgive. So forgive me for not trusting you, but you have done nothing to earn it.”
He nods slowly, processing your words and agreeing, “Yer right. For what it’s worth, I’m…” And he struggles to say it. “Sorry,” he says.
You stare at the pictures, then back at Frank. Tears of frustration and pure rage form in your eyes, and they already start pricking at the corners. “Get out,” you say, trying to stay calm.
“C’mon now, let’s not make such a big deal out of it. You know that ya have your own problems and that you’re not ready for what this family brings with it. I just wanted to protect us. I only hurt those that need t’be hurt, not innocent children.”
The urge to punch him grows with every passing second. Every word in your head makes less and less sense as you start losing sight of what’s most important. You want to give in to your anger. You want to be selfish.
But you can’t. You can’t allow yourself to give in. This is not who you are. And Maya wouldn’t want you to lose sight of that as much as she wouldn’t want you to lose sight of her.
“You already hurt her,” you say.
“I didn’t. She’s alive. She’s no longer being followed, and your father has no fuckin’ clue ‘cause my men aren’t that stupid. What more do ya need?”
“Frank,” you spit his name like a snake would dig her teeth into its victim. You’re inching closer to the point of disaster. “I’m going to ask you nicely,” you say, “even though you don’t deserve any bit of my kindness. Get the fuck out of this house or I swear to God, I will make use of the gun Michael keeps around here and shoot your cock off!”
Instead of cowering in fear at your tone, Frank only smirks. He looks surprised, impressed even, but not scared. At this point, you’re boiling like a tea kettle on a gas stove.
“I was wrong ‘bout you,” he says. The sound of impress is laced in every vibration of his vocal cords.
You stretch the fingers of your uninjured hand. He needs to get out. Now.
“If you don’t get out, I will call Michael right now and tell him you harassed me.” It’s your last straw. He doesn’t respect you, so maybe he will respect the man that already bashed his head in.
The next time he comes face to face with him, you know he won’t be as merciful.
You pull out your phone. “I’m sure he’d love to hear what you had to say to me, word for word.” You unlock it and select your boyfriend’s contact at the top of the list. “I have a very good memory, you must know. I can remember conversations pretty vividly.”
Of course, it works immediately. Frank’s face falls. As soon as you mention Michael and the possibility of telling him every last word that was passed between you in the past five minutes, he takes a step toward the door.
“Take care of yourself,” Frank tells you, and you have never been so relieved to watch someone walk away from you as you are now.
You’re quick to lock the door behind him, letting out the breath you had been holding before, and your entire body quivers as you sink to the floor with the photographs in hand. The tears start streaming down your cheeks as the helplessness of your situation settles in.
You’re not sure where to go from here, and it is terrifying.
How much longer can you hold on before everything around you, including the people you love, turns into ashes in front of your very eyes?
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