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have yourself a merry little christmas (jamie tartt x f! reader) ficmas 2023

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prompt: you and jamie are forced to participate in a holiday talent show

a/n: feeling very sad bc i'm not at i was feeling festive in mystic falls but this made me feel slightly okay. i wish this was better but i hope it's okay though *cries* also here are the videos i was referencing throughout this fic video 1 video 2.

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You're still determining whose idea it was to have a holiday talent contest with the Richmond team, but whoever it was had your most profound hatred. Not because you wouldn't enjoy watching the team make fools of themselves, but because now you were pressured to participate.

It happened about a week ago when you stayed late at the facility. You stayed late to finish a project for Rebecca and noticed later how low the sun had gotten. Peering out your window, you swore over the passing sunset. Fatigue plagued you, and you knew you'd probably just pass out in bed when you got home. Deciding to freshen yourself up, you ventured downstairs to the kit room, where you knew Will kept extra towels. You just wanted to wash your face, waking up your bleary eyes for the road. As you entered the room to grab a towel, you could hear voices from the showers.

Should you have walked into the men's room? Probably not. But you were always curious, and you were already in the room by the time you felt any hesitancy. Peering around one of the corners, you could hear the soft sounds of singing coming from one of the stalls. The raining water dampened the sound slightly, but it didn't suppress the beauty of the voice you heard.

"Birds flying high, you know how I feel..."

Whoever was singing sounded like an angel. You didn't even know that any of the boys were singers, but now you were more than intrigued. You got lost in the singing, your back pressed against the tile wall, to the point that you were late to notice the sound of the shower turning off. Snapping out of your reverie, you waited until said player left to compliment their singing. Of course, said player ended up being Jamie Tartt.

"What the hell, Y/N!" Jamie swore, a hand held over his heart as he came around the corner and saw you.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you could sing?" You slouched off the wall, arms crossed, as you looked at Jamie with a sly smile.

"Why'd you got to hide in the men's bathroom like that?" He looked at you with furrowed brows, a slight blush coating his cheeks. You had never caught Jamie off guard before, and it made butterflies dance in your stomach. Having a crush on Jamie was a given; anyone with eyes could see how gorgeous he was. The difference is you've had the pleasure of seeing him grow.

"Does anyone else know you can sing?" You inquired.

"No, I keep that to me-self," Jamie mumbled, shoving his hands in his shirt and avoiding eye contact.

"You have a beautiful voice," you said smallly. "See you around, Tartt." You walked out of the bathroom, leaving him behind as you daydreamed about Jamie's voice all the way home.

The next day was when he got payback. Office days can be extremely long and tiring; sometimes you just like to hunker down with some tea and focus on finishing your work. You had your door closed, feet curled up under you as you worked on finishing your reports. You sang softly to yourself to pass the time.

"I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted; your dad is always mad, and that must be why."

Jamie burst in the door, finger pointing at you and expressing I-got-you-now.

"Bloody hell," you swore, jolting back and almost knocking over your tea.

"Well, well, look, whos been keeping a secret?" Jamie smiled, sauntering over to your desk. You gave him a pointed glare.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Maybe," He said, his accent making it sound like 'may-bay.'

"Have you heard of privacy?" You sighed.

"Have you?"

"Touche," you smiled. Jamie was still looking at you, as expected. You gestured for him to spit out whatever he wanted to say. "Spit it out."

"You'll see soon enough," Jamie cooed, walking backward from your office. You didn't trust whatever he had up his sleeve, which was proven later by Ted bounding in with his usual enthusiasm. You liked Ted; he was unbelievably kind and hilarious, but you were pretty suspicious when he came in with a shit-eating grin.

"Y/N! I'm so excited to hear the news," he smiled, hands in his pockets.

"Uh, what news?" you raised your brows, fingers stilling on your keyboard.

"That you'll be performing in our little holiday talent show that Higgins is putting on this year," Ted laughs. "When I saw your name, I have to admit I was surprised. I didn't expect you to sign up-- but I'm so glad you did."

Jamie fucking Tartt, that little shit. You knew this was his doing. By the heavens, you wanted to tell Ted right now that this was all a mistake, but seeing how excited he was made you pause. You had never performed in front of people before, not since you were 8 years old and forced to be in a school-wide production of Peter Pan. But you could work this to your advantage. If Jamie thought he could get away with this, then he was in for a treat.

"I'm also glad I signed up," you chuckled, clasping your hands on your desk.

"Be warned though-- Beard and I have a pretty nifty performance up our sleeves," Ted finger-gunned, skipping out of your office with a wave. Oh, you were in deep shit.

The holiday talent show was later that weekend. It was Higgin's idea to get everyone together, especially since many of the boys couldn't go home for the season. Keeley was the one who thought having a friendly competition would be exciting. The prize was, of course, a ridiculous crown someone bought and dinner on the team. It was being hosted at Higgin's place, a very comfy home near Nelson Road. You were dressed in a simple but classy maroon velvet dress that you paired with boots and a sparkly clip pulling back your hair. Christmas crackers were exploding from the tote bag you carried, the gifts for the team and your co-workers. Gift-giving was in your nature, and you couldn't come empty-handed.

Keeley was the one who answered the door, dressed in black with pearl accessories and looking every part a gorgeous holiday ornament.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N, you look amazing!" Keeley gushed, pulling you inside and suffocating you in a hug.

"I could say the same for you," you laughed, taking off your coat and shucking it in the closet.

"This old thing? Just something I found lying around," Keeley smoothed down her dress, sending you a sly smile as she wrapped her arm in yours. "Did you bring gifts?"

"Of course, that's my MO," you playfully smacked Keeley's arm as she took the bag out of your hands, putting it under the tree directly to the right of the foyer. Several people were already there, and you took time to say hello while graciously sipping the sparkling wine that was provided. When Jamie came in, you ended up in the corner with Sam discussing your favorite holiday movies (you were trying to convince him that Die Hard was a Christmas movie and that any other opinion is wrong). Your voice got stuck in your throat.

You had seen Jamie dressed up before, but somehow, in the warm light from the fire, it seemed so different. He was wearing a simple black blazer and button-up, but it's like he was stripped bare for you to see. He looked devilishly handsome, and you would be lying if you said you didn't have butterflies dancing through your chest and lungs.

Unfortunately for your sanity, Jamie noticed you and took a pause before sending you a small smile. You waved back, a flush crossing your cheeks as you turned away to continue your conversation with Sam. You were saved from any more awkward reactions by Beard announcing it was time for the talent show to commence. Everyone gathered in the living room, some boys sitting on the ground like kids listening to story time and others (like yourself) standing in the back, excited to watch the festivities commence.

"Thank you for coming to my home tonight," Higgins started, taking a slight bow when everyone whooped and hollered. "I'm excited to spend the season with my friends and family and even more excited to see what you guys have in store for us! Without further ado, I'm pleased to welcome our esteemed coaches to the stage."

More cheering commenced as Ted, Beard, and even Roy "ascended" to the stage (a carpet thrown on the ground). Roy looked exasperated to be there, but Beard and Ted were putting on their game faces as the music started, and they performed "Love Shack" by the B-52s. You couldn't stop the laugh from leaving your throat as you saw them honestly give their all.

"I am so glad I am here to see this," Jamie whispered, coming up on your right and sending you into a mini heart attack.

"Gees, you scared me," you sent him a glare, for which he only winked back.

"Roy looks so happy to be here," Jamie smiled, pointing to Roy, who was playing the tambourine with the same enthusiasm you had for paying your taxes.

"I'm sure it was all his ideas," you answered, bumping Jamie's shoulder with your own.

"Oi, when is Roy Kent going to sing!" Jamie yelled, proceeding to get flipped off by Roy right as Ted and Beard broke into choreographed dancing.

The night continued in much the same fashion, with you and Jamie giving your commentary the whole time. Sam did spoken word poetry, several of the boys did dances, and Rebecca, dropped the mic with a chilling performance of Holy Night. You were having so much fun with Jamie that you forgot he had signed you up to perform.

"Okay, okay, we got a treat tonight. Our very own Y/N is performing with a special guest-- Jamie Tartt!" Higgins announced, gesturing for you two to get on stage. Jamie looked at you with confusion, and you suppressed the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Oh, didn't I mention I signed you up to perform with me," you smiled cheekily, winking at him as he looked at you flabbergasted. You hopped on the stage, ignoring the nerves spreading throughout your body as Jamie reluctantly joined you. The rest of the team was having the time of their life watching Jamie be uncomfortable, and you were enjoying your revenge. He sent you a death glare right as the music started, and you kept your eyes on him to not die of stage fright.

"Have yourself a merry little Christmas; let your heart be light."

"From now on, our troubles will be out of sight."

Your voice carried across the room, and you saw a few surprised looks as everyone registered that you could actually sing. Feeling more confident, you turned to your friends and sent a small smile.

"Oh, here we are, as in olden days, happy golden days of yours."

Jamie came in with that croon that you couldn't get out of your head, and the jaws that dropped in the room were astronomical. He started playing it up for your friends as you made up your own dance on the "stage," even figuring out a harmony at some point.

The energy was palpable, and, by its end, it received standing ovations. You took Jamie's hand in yours, taking a bow. Ted came onto the stage, holding paper crowns and silencing the audience.

"I think we have a unanimous winner, don't we?" Ted asked, earning applause and a 'hell yeah' from Rebecca somewhere in the room. Ted crowned Jamie a red crown that he situated perfectly lopsided. He gave you a smile as he took the blue crown from Ted. You bowed your head as he placed it on, ensuring it fit perfectly. The kindness in his eyes was suffocating, and without caring for everyone in the room, you grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him. You could vaguely hear everyone in the room cheering, but you didn't care as Jamie kissed you back, wrapping an arm around your back.

You both smiled at each other and laughed at your friends' faces. Dani even took photos, which he was already sending to the team. Wrapping your arms around Jamie's neck, you looked at him and buried your face in his jacket.

"We're never going to live this down."

"I'm still going to get you back for making me sing," Jamie whispered, earning a chuckle from you.

"I'll look forward to it."

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stars-of-kyber · 9 months

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I do not know where this has come from but I do know that you’re probably one of the very few authors in this fandom that I know I could request to bring this to life and it’ll turn out better than my imagination.

Kate and Anthony have been together a while - they’re just getting to know about each other but one thing that Anthony doesn’t know is that Kate has dormant asthma which acts up during a stressful period and Anthony is there to witness it. He doesn’t know what to do or what’s going on, just that he is out of his mind looking at Kate going all blue in the face. I’ll leave the rest to you.

Would you please please please write it, my dear friend? Please???

You know they say flattery won't get you anywhere but with me, that's not true, complimenting me can get you very far lol

Thank you for the prompt! I love these random ideas that send me into an inspiration fit <3 and thank you for the comment I love it so much it makes me so happy you have NO idea.

You know what's funny? I've never mentioned any of this to anyone here bc it was years ago but my ex-boyfriend used to have severe asthma and one of the scariest situations in my entire life was the day his inhaler ended at work and he arrived at my house looking completely blue.

@chrissisheadisinclouds who asked for No 14 “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.” so I put the two together.

I have to thank @kateandanthonyaremyparents and @mimix007 for the help and support and comments I love you both so much. And to my ex who not only made me live those insane asthmatic partner experiences but has been answering my annoying asthma questions for the past three days bc of this story lol Thanks Adal, you're great!

Here is Breathe, I hope it was able to live up to your expectations.

Anthony's day was being hectic at best. His alarm didn't go off and when he'd woken up with Kate rolling out of bed to get ready for work, he was already supposed to be at the office for at least fifteen minutes. It was raining strongly outside and by the time he arrived at work, he was about an hour late. And to top it all off, thirty minutes after that, the lights went off. A fallen tree smashed some cables and the entire twenty-one floors of the commercial building went powerless, along with at least another eight around them. All employees were instructed to work at home and Anthony had to climb down fourteen flights of stairs to go back to where he shouldn't have left in the first place.

The rest of his morning had been mostly ordinary. He sat through an hours-long meeting that could have been an e-mail, answered stupid questions from people who didn't know how to do their own jobs and ate cold leftover pizza for lunch.

It was around three in the afternoon when Newton, who had been napping quietly on his study sofa, lifted his head in surprise, listening to the click of the front door opening.

Anthony stood, following the dog with a furrow of his eyebrow. Was Kate home early? He knew storms upset her and the wind was picking up, cracks of thunder rolling over the sky, making windows rattle, so she might have taken a half day, but she hadn't called or texted him about it.

He knew something was wrong the moment his eyes landed on Kate. Newton had rushed to her, wiggling his chubby butt as he nuzzled her legs to get her attention but his girlfriend didn't bend to greet him as she usually did. Instead, she stood stock-still, her entire body resting heavily against the shut door, trembling softly. Her eyes were closed and her chest was rising and falling too quickly, too harshly and her breathing was raggedy and rattling on her chest.

Her lips were blue.

"Kate?" She jumped at the sound of his voice, her eyes snapping open and falling on him. "Are you okay?" He could hear the worried hitch in his voice the same way he could hear the wheezing in her breath. She didn't answer, shaking her head, but she reached out for him as he approached, allowing him to wrap his arms safely around her shaking body. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Can't breathe." Kate croaked, trying to swallow a lungful of air.

"Is it the storm? Are you having a panic attack?" His hands roamed nervously over her, trying to soothe and check for any injuries at the same time. Kate just shook her head again, her eyes turning wet as her breathing grew more and more raggedy.

"Asthma." She whispered hoarsely. Anthony knew Kate had asthma, of course, he did, but only from the stories he heard from Mary and Edwina. His girlfriend never talked about it and in the year they've been together, two months of that year living in the same house, he'd never seen her have even a hint of what could look like a flare-up. He'd seen panic attacks and nightmares, but nothing that could indicate any difficulty breathing at all.

The worst part is that Anthony had no idea what to do.

He'd treated his fair share of allergy crises and strep infections. Rash and sunburns were easy. He could handle everything from scraped knees to broken bones and he had experience with how to deal with inebriation and hangovers. But none of his siblings had asthma.

"Do you have an inhaler?" It was the only thing he knew about it, from years of films and shows about people using the little pumps whenever they felt any symptoms coming. Kate shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"Ended... A while back." She told him, her breathing worsening as the words came out, her bluish lips wobbling as tears ran down her face. "Didn't think I needed it anymore."

"Okay..." Anthony's hands were trembling as they rubbed up and down his girlfriend's arms. " Hey, don't cry, alright? I'm here, I'm with you okay? Always. I'll figure it out, try to breathe as steadily as you can."

"My chest hurts." She whispered brokenly, leaning her cheek at the palm that moved to cradle her face, closing her eyes.

"I know love, but you need to calm down and save your breath, can you do that for me, sweetheart?" Kate nodded painfully, attempting to slow her breathing although the wheezing remained just as bad. "You're doing great, darling. Keep breathing in and out as slow as you can." Anthony guided her gently towards one of the sofas, Newton following on her heels. "Just sit here and try to breathe slowly alright? I'll be right back."

Kate just nodded, her hands burrowed deeply into Newton's fur as he climbed into her lap.

Anthony took one last worried look at her before moving to the kitchen, fishing his phone out of his pocket. The first try went to voicemail after a minute of ringing and he dialed again. This time, after just three rings, the call connected.

"Anthony, is everything alright?" Mary's voice was low on the other side of the line. He knew Kate's stepmother was working at the moment but if she hadn't picked up the phone, his next call would be directed to 999.

"Oh thank God." He released all the air he had been holding back while the phone rang. "Mary, I need your help. Kate's... she's having an asthma... attack? Crisis? Flare? I don't know what it's called. She can't breathe and I don't know what to do."

"Ok, Anthony, dear, listen to me. I need you to calm down."

"Calm down?! Mary, she's turning blue!" Anthony's voice was an octave higher than usual, his attempt at whispering turning into a squeak.

"Listen, I know it’s scary, okay? By God, I really, really do." Kate's stepmother's voice was trembling slightly over the telephone. "But Kate's already nervous and she needs to be as tranquil as possible so you can't panic right now, yes?"

"Yes, I... I know that. It's just..." He let the words trail out, unsure how to phrase them.

"It's terrifying." His mother-in-law's voice was filled with sorrow and worry on the other side of the line as she spoke. "I used to sit next to her bed all night, watching her chest rise and fall after one of those crises."

"What do I do, Mary?"

"Does she have an inhaler?"

"No, she said she'd run out and didn't think she needed a refill."

"Of course she did." He could see clearly in his mind the way Mary was most likely shaking her head with a sad little smile. "Make her a strong cup of tea." Anthony was already moving while she spoke, filling the electric kettle with fresh water before turning it on. "Caffeine has similar effects as the inhaler and it can help ease her shortness of breath. At least for a little while."

"Okay. Water's boiling. What else?"

"Just keep her sitting up and focusing on her breathing. And some honey might help too if you have it."

"And after the tea?" Anthony asked, opening and closing cupboards until he found the small half-used bottle of honey he kept for Hyacinth when she came over.

"Once she's feeling a bit better, take her to the A&E to get proper medication."

"Right." He stood in the silence of the kitchen for a few moments, watching the water begin to bubble over the glass and he only knew Mary was still on from the soft background noises coming through the speaker. "I didn't even know she had asthma... I mean, I heard it from you and Eddie but I... I thought it was treated or something... I never seen her have anything remotely similar to a crisis so I just assumed..."

"I don't think she'd had a crisis in a while, but I don't think Kate would have told me about it." Mary let out a tired little sigh. "She's always hated her asthma flares so much and she'd try to hide it from us until she could barely breathe. It was like those storms she was so afraid of as a girl. I think Kate tried to keep these things to herself so we don't worry about her or something like it."

It was lucky the conversation was happening through the phone because Anthony would not have been able to look Kate's stepmother in the eye. Mary was not aware that Kate's deep-rooted horror of storms had not disappeared, but shifted as she had learned to hide her feelings better. Hell, Anthony only came to discover them by accident, when he decided to stop at her flat instead of trying to make it home in the rain only to find her curled up on the floor of her closet, her eyes glassy and her nose pressed to Newton's fur. He was quite certain that if he hadn't found her that day, Kate would have kept the fact from him for as long as she was humanly able.

Yet he hadn't really told her about his blinding fear of bees and of not living past until it had been impossible to keep it from her without tossing their entire relationship away. He really couldn't judge her much without making himself a huge hypocrite.

"I've got the honey." He told her, clutching the bottle to him with shaky hands. "I'll go give some to her while the tea is not ready."

"You do that. Please keep me updated, I'll have my phone with me if you need anything."

"Will do."

"And Anthony? You tell Kate she'd better have an inhaler on her the next time I see her."

"Don't worry Mary." He told her honestly. If he had his way, there would be an asthma inhaler tied to Kate's work bag, one in each room of their house and perhaps one at his mother's and one at hers, just to be safe. "I've got it."

Kate's breathing was even worse when he returned to the living room. She was making a strong effort to keep pulling air in and out slowly, but it didn't seem to be helping much. Her entire face was pale and drawn-out and her lips had turned completely blue. He was by her side in a flash, examining the bluish tips of her fingers and caressing her cheeks gently as she tried to inhale.

"Here, take this." She opened her mouth to reply but he beat her to it. "Don't speak, you need to save your breath, okay? It's just honey and I'm making you some tea. Mary said it would help." Kate opened her mouth, this time to take the spoon he was offering her without any complaint and swallowed heavily but dutifully. "After you take the tea, we're going to the A&E, alright?"

"No." Her voice was hoarse and you could hear the breathlessness behind it at the small word while her eyes filled with tears.

"Katie, please, don't cry. Please," He begged, cupping her cheek in his palm. Anthony despised seeing her in any form of pain and he was terrified she'd stop breathing right there in front of him. The only reason he still hadn't dragged her into the car and to an emergency room, tea and honey and slow breathing be damned, was that he knew she'd hate him for it. But if she continued to get progressively more blue and her breathing continued to wheeze that way, he might just let her hate him, if it meant she'd be alright. "I know you don't like the hospital and you don't like having to go there, but you need to breathe, darling. It's kind of a requirement to keep living. How can I marry you if you stop?"

Kate closed her eyes to fight the tears, a little chuckle escaping her as she inhaled deeply. "You have to propose first."

"Yeah, and I have the whole thing planned out, ring and everything." Anthony pressed his lips gently to her forehead, pushing her hair from her face. "But you need to have air in your lungs to say yes."

The room was silent for a moment, devoid of any sound but Kate's harsh intakes of breath before she whispered, "Okay."

"Okay?" She nodded, letting her head fall forwards until their foreheads were touching. "Thank you, sweetheart." He mumbled, kissing her nose and then the corner of her lips. "I'm going to get your tea, alright?"

"Alright." With one last kiss to the top of her head, he got up.

It was the fastest pot of tea Anthony'd ever made. Anthony was back at Kate's side with a steaming mug filled with strong tea in under a minute.

As his girlfriend sipped, painfully at first, on the hot drink, the wheezing in her breath seemed to diminish until it was barely there, her plump lips recovering their colour bit by bit until very little blue was left on it. By the time the mug was empty, Kate looked almost like her normal self, abate for her chest rising and falling in measured deep breaths and the pained look written on her features.

Anthony took the lilac ceramic mug from her hand and placed it on the centre table in front of them. Kate let herself fall against his side, looking drawn out and so very tired, her eyes closed as her entire body slumped into him.

"Would you like to change before going to the A&E?" He offered, rubbing her back up and down in soft, gentle strokes.

"No." Her reply was a husky whisper as she shook her head and Anthony could see the small bit of moist collecting in the corners of her closed eyes. He reached over, brushing the tears away before they could fully form.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry you have to go through this."

"I hate it." Kate's little angry complaint was swallowed by the fabric of his shirt as she pressed her nose to it. "It sucks, I hate it, I... I thought it was over." Her voice broke over the last word and Anthony enveloped her in his arms, one of his hands reaching up to caress her hair as the other continued its soothing up-and-down motion on her back. "My chest hurts."

"I know, love. I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead again, inhaling the flowery smell of her hair, basking in the feeling of her, warm and alive next to him, of her chest rising and falling against his.

"I don't want to have this." Kate sounded a little like a petulant child, angry and frustrated and Anthony deeply understood the feeling. He understood what was it like to feel as if you have no control over your own body, incapable of doing something that was supposed natural. When you needed your lungs, your limbs, your mind to do what they were made to do only to find them fighting you on every turn. It made you feel weak. It made you feel powerless.

"I know you don't." He kissed the top of her head, saying the words into her hair. "And I know you don't like going to the hospital, but I need you to do this. If not for yourself, for me. I can't see you like this, darling."

"I don't like the inhaler."

"I get it, alright? I'll call Uncle Nick and Aunt Georgie and ask for a recommendation for a good pulmonologist. The best one in the country. I'm sure there must be some treatment for asthma so you won't have to use the inhaler in the future. I have a very good allergist too, I take all of my siblings to her to get tested every three years. We can schedule an appointment with her as well." He pulled back to be able to look at her face, his index finger trailing over her jaw in a soft caress. "But right now, I'm going to need you to go to the A&E so you can get medicated and properly breathing since we have established that it is sort of an essential part of life and all."

"It's a bit important, yes." Kate laughed and the sound lifted the heavy weight that had settled over Anthony's chest since his eyes had fallen on her, breathless and wheezing this afternoon.

"And I'm going to have to insist you carry around an inhaler with you while we don't have a proper, safe treatment plan." Her nose wrinkled in distaste at his request that really was half an order, half a plea. "You scared the hell of out me, Kate."

"It wasn't that bad." It was clear from the grimace that followed her words that she wasn't fooling even herself.

"You looked blue, darling. Like that girl that chews gum in the Chocolate Factory movie that turns into a blueberry."

"She turns purple," Kate’s tone might have been deadpan, but her teeth had sunk into her bottom lip and she was trying to keep her laughter at bay at the ridiculous discussion just as much as he was.

"And you were one step away from looking purple. Plus, I could hear your wheezing from the hall. Newton heard it from the office with the door half-closed." The dog in question lifted his head from where it was resting on Kate's lap to nuzzle in her hand as if to agree with Anthony and his worries. "Please, Kate, for my sanity, if nothing else."

"I haven't had a bad crisis in a while." She told him, the hand that wasn't patting Newton's fun reaching out to his, enlacing their fingers together.

"Hopefully, for both our sakes, you'll never have another one. But just in case, so I can have some peace of mind, knowing that I won't get home to find you passed out on the floor, blue-faced and unable to breathe."

"You're very dramatic." She giggled, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. "You're going to spread inhalers around the entire house, aren't you?"

"Yes." Anthony wasn't ashamed to admit it and Kate knew him too well for him to even try and lie about it.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." She whispered, pressing her cheek to his outstretched hand.

"Don't be." He whispered back, kissing the tip of her nose. "Just let me take care of you."

"You do. You take care of me very well." Kate spoke gently, nuzzling at his palm in a motion very similar to Newton's when he demanded pats. "It's the reason I love you so much. Well, one of them anyway."

"And yet, you keep fighting every step of the way." He whined as his fingers carted upwards, threading to the lush dark locks of her hair and her eyes fell shut in bliss over the caress.

"I love you even more because you keep doing it despite me fighting you every step of the way."

"You'd probably have to kill me to make me stop." He couldn't help but smile at Kate's sweet little content sigh. "But you could, maybe... Not fight it so much? You don't even have to help, just... let me do it every once in a while."

"Pot, kettle, honey." She grinned smugly, her eyebrows raising up even if her eyes remained firmly shut before her entire face contorted in a big yawn.

"Oh, no, Miss Sharma. You're not falling asleep on me here." Anthony stood quickly and Kate whimpered at the loss of him, her body falling down to the cushions slowly and a bit theatrically. He had his hands wrapped around her wrists before she could even lie down fully, tugging her to sit up. Newton let out a grumble of complaint when he lost his comfortable resting space. "We're going to the hospital before the tea effect ends and you start turning purple again."

"It's raining a lot." She complained, sitting up with a pout.

"Don't worry, the car is waterproof, I checked." When Kate was firmly on her two feet, he wrapped his arm around her waist, reaching out for the workbag she had abandoned by the door when she'd arrived and his wallet and keys without ever letting go of her.

"I'm really tired."

"The faster we're at the A&E, the faster we can return home. We can take a nap and order some food for dinner once we're back."

"Don't you have to work?" His girlfriend finally gave up on trying to convince him to let it go, allowing herself to melt into his embrace with a weary, drawn-out sigh as he walked them to the

"Whatever I have to do can wait until tomorrow." It wasn't exactly a lie as much as Anthony barely remembered what he had to get done to work that day. Everything but making sure Kate was alive and well had fled his brain the moment she arrived home. Anthony was not a person to take days off for just any reason and the amount of overtime he had put up for the company greatly outweighed the amount of time off he'd gotten in the years he'd been working there. He was sure his boss would understand.

"But...."

"Hush." He told her as he deposited her safely in the passenger seat, pressing a quick kiss to her pursed lips. "Everything else can wait. You're my priority. Always."

#my writing #asks #bridgerton #my fic #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #modern au #Asthma AU #Medical emergencies #Kate has asthma #Protective Anthony

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marcholasmoth · 11 months

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OSRR: 3235

so.

orientation.

it was pretty good training. out of all the computer-based training i've gotten, this one was definitely the best.

but my schedule that i made with an extra hour and twenty minutes built in so i could get myself breakfast was spoiled by a fatal accident on the highway that slowed everything down by two hours. i called the office to let them know that i was going to be late. when i arrived at the station in boston, i took a lyft to the building. faster than the T. when i called i told them i estimated my arrival at 9:30. i got there and signed in at 9:28. i'm pretty good at that estimation thing. i either have none of the time blindness or i have all of it. at the same time i find myself being really hypocritical about it - like i have my first reaction which is my conditioning, and then my second reaction is who i actually am, so thinking someone's annoying as fuck for not being able to figure out the timing they need, it turns to empathy because i get like that too, and they just need patience and a little guidance from people.

a while back i said something ableist, negative, and offensive about people who have memory problems. it lives rent-free in my mind. and the response i got from someone calling me out for it? that reflection also lives rent-free in my mind.

i realized a few days later how hypocritical it was of me to say something like that, as i forgot something important. the grace i gave myself i wasn't extending to others, and the criticism i held on myself i amplified. so i pay attention to what it is i think and say to make sure i extend grace and patience to others, regardless of the situation. i'm trying to be a better person.

to the anon who sent me that call-out, who said they were disappointed in me for being ableist and cruel, thank you. the one thing you said to me has changed me, and i continue to do my best to be better every day.

back to today's work day.

i finished it and was all done and i signed out at 3pm. i had a few hours to kill before my bus back so i scoped out a few places. since the website wasn't working to refill my charliecard and because i was running late this morning, i didn't get the chance to add funds to my card today. so instead i walked places.

i went to a bookstore where i poked around and then to a diner that was just down the block from the station. i didn't have lunch at work - i went straight through to whatever hour it would've been. just straight through. so i stopped at the south street diner and had a turkey club. the fries i would've killed for. the turkey club could've used a bit of work.

and then the bus ride home? that ride was GREAT. i didn't have anywhere to be at a specific time so it was nice to experience the bus and its accompanying views and appreciate them as they deserved.

i got back around 7, drove back to joel's, got there around 7:15, chatted for a few minutes, and then collapsed in bed. i said to lisa "i understand why you go to bed at 8:30."

after having steak for dinner i watched a few more episodes of the legend of korra, which is like "!!!" so. i got a lot to watch still. but i'm enjoying it.

joel had game tonight but now he's behind me and i'm gonna cuddle him bc it's raining and it's beautiful outside and i need joel cuddles.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3200s #sunshine boy

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sleepysera · 2 years

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17, 18 and 19 please!

aww @eveesque thank u for the music ask game questions ♡ i'm adding a cut bc i'm annotating these in the margins.

[I might post these on @tinyblips]

17. 4 songs that make you think of a specific person

Circadian Rhythm (Last Dance) - Silversun Pickups Currently on repeat. A dance in a gay bar after work, and headlights behind me in the fog at 4 in the morning. Don't really have to stay, don't really have to leave, and yet we're here, we're here, we're here, we're here-- Circles - Post Malone About a smile that's faded in the dust, and it's almost been a year. A heart drawn on a window that's slowly vanishing with the sunlight and the rain and just the simple passage of time. Maybe the Time Traveler never made it out, and maybe that's okay after all. Auf Achse - Franz Ferdinand A giggle in the high school halls, and maybe the vibrations caused by those sound waves over a decade ago are still causing vibrations in the sky now. Maybe the love that had nowhere to settle settled up high in the clouds above us, swirling and turning into snow falling gently upon my eyelashes. Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers A sigh in a parking lot late at night staring up at the stars with an iPod well worn. Cars passing by in the night and I wonder where I'll be ten years from now--twenty even. The feeling settled unwelcome in my chest: I knew that we were already done, and soon enough you weren't going to be part of my story anymore.

18. 4 songs you would listen to when you can’t sleep

The Moon is Down - Explosions in the Sky The feeling of tired eyes and a weary soul. The change is here, and all that's left is to breathe through it softly. The winds will settle, and the waves will wash all of it away, and you will stand on the rock in the sea under the moon surrounded by the grace of love and the knowledge that you did the best that you could. There is no harm in that for nothing is ever wasted. In the quiet night before dawn, there are no regrets, and there are no more tears to be shed. Waltz in A-Minor, Op. Posth. - Frédéric Chopin The college dorm sheets sit in disarray, and the glow of the lamplight haunts the window until the break of dawn. Insomnia lines the eyes thick with the tragedy of isolation and doubt. Coffee sits cold and untouched, along with the question of whether it's best to lean into the untired sleepiness with another cup, or to sit restlessly deep into the night with eyes unclosing. My Love - Sia The fog wraps itself upon the city like a lover left out in the cold. Lights beckon the unsleeping eyes, and hesitant fingers play restlessly with zippers up and down, up and down. The streetlamp casts its glow upon the movement of the fog, reflecting the swirls of the soft night breeze, showing what was invisible like a love and a sigh and a death. What is the separation of consciousness? What does it mean to love, and what does it mean to die? Rubber Ball - Cage the Elephant My hands are shaking. They are cold and cracked dry. I've worked them day after day, night after night, doing too much for people who don't even need it--don't even want it. Why do we try so hard to succeed? Why do we try so hard to be lovable? Why does my heart always feel like it's never enough--like I'll never be loved?

19. 4 songs that help you work

everything i wanted - Billie Eilish Cold are the echoes of my steps through the stairwell; hard is the slam of the door to the offices. White are the walls and grey are the carpets; cubicle after cubicle passes by my scanning eyes, scanning, ever scanning. The office supplies are supplied; the coffee freely flowing. A whisper in my heart tells me it's not right, but I know that this is home. I wouldn't rather be anywhere else than this place that's accepted me for who I am. The screams of home don't exist here. The constant threats of homelessness are a stranger to these walls. lofi hip hop radio - LoFi Girl Mischievous laughter during the holiday break, and my friend and I cast the LoFi Girl on the big screen TV of the lobby conference room. Office work is a steady beat, and with no one in the building the beat gets slower, and the talk gets thicker. We lounge and pretend we're friends, slowly beginning to understand that maybe we've been friends all along--maybe even a certain type of family. He asks the real questions, about life, about dreams. We breathe and pass the hours away, happy for the moments we can spend knowing what it means to be valued. Helena Beat - Foster the People The days are getting longer, and my shoes hit the concrete, fast. I look at the same hallways I've looked at every day, each time finding something different I hadn't seen before. Looking at the building with an artist's eye I observe all the little things that make it what it is. Was that pipe always there? The table sits just so, perfectly centered between chairs that swivel back and forth between nervous conference calls. I look out the window of the top story to see the pale moon rising behind the mountains and I know--the time for life is now. The thought crosses my mind, and I wonder if this is what it means to be alive: to help people who matter to you do their job well. When I'm Small - Phantogram For all the thrills that office life gives me (and the endless hammerheads and double shot cappuccinos), the thought still sits restlessly covered under the sands at the bottom of my heart: "Ah, so you're leaving." The thought sits heavy in my throat that I had dared to think I had found a friend--a best friend, even. One who would run with me beside the violent stormy seas at night; one who would show up and help me clean my room when I'm at my very worst, tired and angry, lashing out at the world and everyone who ever loved me. Taking the tides of my volatile soul he tempered it, sustained it, grew through it. And yet as he sits in his desk down the hall newly promoted, the thought sticks like a wrench in the cogs of my mind. This is only temporary, and one day, he is leaving.

#music #ask game #friends!!#thank u

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