Hi can you write a bts reaction where they come back one night from practice and see that you're sleeping with a stuffed animal wrapped in your arms and snoring slightly? (Sorry if it sounds confusing) Thanks 💙
Here you go baby
It would hurt his heart a little. He would see you in your deep sleep and wish it was him you here holding tightly to. But still, to see you sleeping so calmly made his heart flutter and as he crawled in bed next to you and wrapped his arm around your waits the feeling of you melting into his touch and grabbing for his hand made it explode.
The sight of you would make him smile, he loved how much you loved that stupid stuffed animal you made him get you. He would secretly spray his cologne on it so to see you with your face pressed up against the plush animal made him feel extra special.
The moment he saw you his deep dimpled smile would spread across his face. He’d try his hardest to make his way from the dresser where he changed to the bed without waking you up, but given his awkwardness while moving around the dark room It was inevitable when you shot up and found him frozen in the dark, his foot still caught on the desk. When you smiled tiredly at him he’d make the rest of his way over to you and replaced the stuffed animal with himself.
It would be a heartwarming thing to come home to, seeing you so at peace while clenching your childhood toy. He wouldn’t be able to hide the smile that reached his cheeks and as he snuggled in behind you he couldn’t help but picture the far future.
He’d smile softly as he pulled his shirt off and and crawled across the bed till hovered over you. He’d plant a sweet kiss on your temple before leaving the bed to go shower. When he got back and saw you turned over facing his side of the bed with one hand outreached and the other still holding onto the animal he smiled and moved your hair back before placing himself under your arm and pulling you further into your chest.
Tae would find you so adorable as you curled up around the stuffed animal and clenched it to your chest as hard as you could possibly manage in your sleep. Instead of waking you so you could roll into him he just placed himself behind you so when you needed to you could roll back into his chest and he would be right there to hold you tighter.
He would actually be a little jealous of the animal you held in your arms but was too tired to get worked up about it. He’d crawl in bed next to you and cross his arms not wanting to wake you up, but when you rolled over and dropped the animal to hug him closer to you he smiled and pulled you as tight as he could get you, just not before he picked it up off the floor and placed it on the other side of you.
Omg!! I just LOVE💕💕 your writing!! I just discovered your blog and it's AMAZING!!! And i saw requests were open so!!! Can i request a HC with RFA+Saeran where MC had a ton of stuffed animals and comfy pillows. And she just loves to nap and cuddle with the animals all day. They feel jealous that MC isn't giving them enough attention. I love it when the RFA gets jealous😆😆 so Thanks!! You'll definitely be a big blog one day!
omg aaaah you’re so so nice and this is really heartwarming <3 hope you enjoy this and have a nice day/night!
MC felt that Yoosung needed to meet with her parents atlast
So they both came to MC’s house where they would stay for a couple of days
And they were deciding wether Yoosung would stay on the couch outside or on the floor in MC’s room
He didn’t really want to sleep on her bed as they were a new couple, he’s really shy and added the fact that her parents are sleeping a few feet away from them in the other room and are quite strict
Yoosung didn’t really want to be away from MC though so they opted that he be sleeping on her floor
He was fixing his mattress when he realized that MC had alot of stuffed animals and pillows
“Hey MC, I think I’ll be needing more pillows um can I have some”
He found MC cuddling with the animals, smothering them with kisses
Feeling something in the pit of his stomach he was scolding himself for being jealous by a bunch of toys
He couldn’t help it though as he took another glance at MC cuddling with them as he started mumbling to himself
“I should be the one she’s cuddling with, not with a bunch of stupid stuffed animals”
“What did you say Yoosung?”
MC noticed how his behaviour changed and surprised him by wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him to bed
Yoosung squeaked as he was being trapped by MC’s embrace
“M-MC! Your parents are just in the other room”
“I don’t really care”
She said as she kissed his cheek, kissed his mouth, kissed his forehead
Yoosung was blushing beet red but he’s not complaining
Zen receives alot of gifts from his fans no doubt
But instead of him gushing over how cute the stuffed animals that the fans sent him were
It was MC who kept them all with the consent of Zen
He, at first was really confused but found it adorable that she has a thing for all those stuffed animals
She cuddles and naps with them all day long
And I meant a l l day
Zen was particularly tired from this one rehearsal and all he wants to do is to bury himself in MC’s cuddles
But he comes home to her surrounded by all the toys and instead of him gawking at the cute scene in front of him he felt slightly bitter
He ran his fingers through his hair as he let out a tired sigh
He came up to MC who was still sleeping and stroked her hair, the touch sending jolts through his body, making him want to touch her more
Man being with her for so long and she still manages to make him feel like he has this schoolboy crush
Slowly, he tried to one by one take out the stuffed animals so that he can get in bed with her to sleep aswell
But MC stirred and when she saw what Zen was doing, she snatched the animal from him and hugged it fiercly, turning her back from him
Zen was feeling really pouty and just plopped himself on top of her earning him small giggles
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get your attention”
He said bluntly, making MC laugh more
“I do give you attention”
“Not with all these animals around! You hardly even look at me. I don’t want to share you with… them” He gestured around him and MC put them aside making space for Zen as they both slept with their arms entangled
Jumin knew MC was fond of stuffed animals
That’s the reason he keeps buying her anyways
Everytime he came home from a business trip he already has pillows and stuffed animals presented to her as gifts
At first she’s like noooo Jumin don’t
But then she knew that won’t stop him anyways so she gladly receives the gifts in the end
It gets harder and harder for Jumin though because the bigger her collection becomes the more she ends up neglecting him
Which made him almost call a maid to have it ‘accidentally thrown out’
Of course he would never do that to his girl but sometimes he just can’t help but feel pouty because she naps and hugs them all day
And all Jumin wants is to feel loved
He would sneak glances at MC while he drinks his wine
Trying to find comfort in stroking Elizabeth’s hair, he still finds MC’s warmth more soothing
When MC notices him eyeing her he cocks her head to the side
Still holding the pillow mind you
“Is everything alright Jumin?”
“Everything is fine my love, go keep entertaining your collection”
He said those words with a little tone and MC was shocked
She went over to him and sat on his lap
“Something does look like the matter, is it work?”
Can this girl be even more oblivious
As frustrating as the situation is, in the end Jumin knows how ridiculous it is and found it endearing instead
He placed a chaste kiss on her lips and gave a small pat on her head
“You, my dear, have been ignoring me”
He explained the situation and MC was embarassed
Promises to give him more affection from now own
Jaehee wasn’t really fond of stuffed animals but seeing MC light up being surrounded by them puts her at ease atleast
She would sleep with it, take it with her to their coffee shop you name it
It was really cute at first but being at home and finding MC curled up and hidden between the masses of pillows made her feel less enthusiastic about it
Let’s face it Jaehee was jealous
But she was in denial because how can she be jealous of a thing stuffed with cotton??
It was ridiculous but it was making Jaehee more frustrated
MC nOtice me
She would walk in front of MC alot, trying to catch her attention to no avail
Now Jaehee’s dislike for stuffed animals increased
MC noticed her walking around without really doing anything and asked her if she was okay
“Yeah I’m okay”
MC opened her arms and Jaehee gladly accepted the hug
Seven has guilty pleasures with stuffed animals let’s face it
But he sacrifices his and gives them to MC instead because she’s really cute when she receives them
And it makes his heart flutter to see her so happy he wouldn’t trade it for anything
When they were having fights, Seven would straight up buy her expensive pillows and cute stuffed animals and they would be back okay in an instant
And when he would be working, she would be getting one of the toys and peck his cheek with it saying
“Saeyounggg, you should really take a break”
“Hm maybe if you give me a kiss”
“The only kiss you’ll be receiving is Ms. Ladytart’s if you don’t get a snack or two that’s NOT junkfood”
“Negotiable, now come here”
He pulled her as she fell into his lap but placed the animal on his face right when they were about to kiss
That got him slightly annoyed but he let it pass
Until MC was now constantly ignoring him and all her kisses went to her animals instead
Seven needs love and attention to survive how can he do this
Always jokes around how MC loves them more than him but she never really takes it seriously
Until she naps all day with it and Seven got worried because she hasn’t been coming out of her room to eat
Did she get sick??
Once he found the situation, he couldn’t help but feel jealous of all the pillows surrounding her
So he bought an animal onesie and parades around the house wearing it
“Finally I can experience MC’s love!”
Saeran absolutely hates that she has tons of stuffed animals
But it was also just because he was just really really irritated that MC sleeps all day with it
“I don’t understand, why the hell does she bother with all those damn toys around her? it’s driving me insane”
“How come? I think it’s really cute”
“It’s not cute Saeyoung, It’s making me feel so… so mad! I don’t know why”
“I am not”
“Yes you are”
MC came out to see the two boys bickering, in a sleepy haze, yawning, she asked
“Saeran over here is jealou-”
He tackled Seven and placed his palm on his mouth
“Don’t listen to him, all he ever spouts is pure idiocy”
Seven licked his hand and he let go screaming:
“HE’S JEALOUS OF YOUR STUFFED ANIMALS”
And ran straight to his room
Saeran nearly chased and killed him right at that moment but snapped his head back to MC when he heard her laughing
“Why are you laughing you idiot”
“You-? you’re jealous?? Of my stuffed animals pfft” She kept laughing, holding her stomach until Saeran circled his arms around her waist and pulled her body tight against him, not letting go
“So what? I like your attention”
MC was surprised at his sudden boldness as he placed his lips on hers
A few of the mods of this blog have been talking, and we’ve been becoming increasingly concerned about a trend that we’ve all noticed in the DID community here. We’ve tried to address it in the past, but we feel that it’s important that we try again and acknowledge that it’s much bigger than we communicated before.
What systems need to understand is that it isn’t healthy for anyone to allow their life to revolve around or significantly focus on their alters and / or inner world. It’s one thing to work extensively with alters in order to try to stabilize and heal. Similarly, if a small group of alters works together to manage daily life, of course this requires some degree of internal interaction. What concerns us is seeing that many people in this community act like internal happenings are just as or more important than external events and responsibilities, like internal relationships are just as or more important than external relationships, or like having DID is one of the most important things about someone.
It’s important to get along with your alters. It’s important for every alter to feel respected and heard. It’s important for alters to feel safe and content because your alters are part of you (or, to be more accurate, your alters and you are part of the same overarching system). Your alters need to be doing well for you as a whole to be doing well. Their physical, emotional, and intellectual needs are no less or more important than yours or any other alters’.
What isn’t healthy is focusing on alters’ surface needs at the expense of working on what the system as a whole needs. For example, while child alters can feel more safe and accepted when they’re given toys and allowed to play, it’s the safety and acceptance that they really need. Giving child alters safe play time can help them to reach a realization of safety, but the toys and play time alone aren’t sufficient. Child alters aren’t literal kids that you’ve been tasked with babysitting. They, like every other part of you, were created and shaped by trauma, and they aren’t uniquely immune to its effects. What they need most is for you as a system to heal.
You may not be ready to face your trauma now. Instead, you can start with making sure that your external environment is safe. You can work on symptoms of other mental health conditions that you have. You can find and practice healthier coping mechanisms. You can learn what healthy relationships look like. You can learn to ground yourself when you’re dissociated and even to prevent yourself from dissociating. What you cannot and should not try to do is focus on exploring your system and alters indefinitely at the expense of working towards actual progress. Learning that your child alters feel safer when they have a stuffed animal to hug can be a great realization! Spending days, weeks, months, or longer trying to learn all of your alters unique preferences, however, is a distraction.
It is not healthy to focus on alters’ desires at the expense of external life. While giving alters time to do what they enjoy can help the system to internalize that every part matters, this shouldn’t interfere with academics, your job, or your goals in life. Just as self care is important, giving alters some time to themselves can make for a more stable and happier system. However, just as self care shouldn’t become an excuse to never try to get anything done, making your alters happy shouldn’t become the same. Alters documenting their existence on Tumblr isn’t more worthwhile than meeting up with friends, going somewhere fun, or learning a new skill. Giving alters time out isn’t a more pressing issue than getting your homework done, making sure that you understand what you need to do for your job, volunteering, working on a personal project, or doing something else meaningful or fulfilling.
Similarly, relationships with alters should not take precedent over external relationships. While, again, it’s important for all alters to get along, you shouldn’t prioritize alters dating each other or being friends with each other over looking for, forming, and supporting external friendships, romantic and / or sexual relationships, and general connections. Keeping to yourself because you have your alters for company is not the same as meeting someone new or reaching out to old acquaintances. External loved ones can introduce you to new ideas, teach you new things, support you through hard times, and help you to grow as a person in ways that alters, as part of you, can’t. External loved ones should never make you feel bad about having alters or try to turn any of your alters against each other, but you in turn should try not to neglect them in favor of focusing on symbolic relationships between your alters.
What happens in your internal world will never be a good replacement for external life. Focusing on the jobs that alters have can never be as fulfilling as succeeding academically or in a job of your own. Internal families, partnerships, and friends can never be as fulfilling as finding or making your own family, partner(s), and friends. It may be difficult for you to achieve what you want to externally right now, and that’s okay! If spending time thinking about your internal world helps you to feel calmer, more confident, or more prepared to deal with your actual life, that can be okay. However, you need to be very careful that your internal world doesn’t become a crutch. Remember, distraction can be a coping mechanism, but if taken too far, it’s just another pathological response that’s standing between you and healing.
Another concern is that by focusing too much on your alters and how they feel like separate individuals, you can lose sight of how you all fit together. It can be harder to heal from trauma if you can’t acknowledge that it happened to you, all of you, and not just to specific alters. It can be harder to learn to handle triggers, face your fears, or respond appropriately to other intense situations and emotions if you always lean on specific alters to do so. It can be harder to rely on your abilities if you believe that only specific alters can accomplish your goals. It can be harder to really grasp and work towards your potential if you never acknowledge that your alters’ strengths belong to the system as a whole even if you can’t all access those strengths evenly right now.
There’s also the risk of getting so caught up in alters’ presentations that you give them more weight than the system’s reality. For example, an alter’s age cannot determine what age individuals the system should be with; an alter that presents as a minor in an adult system cannot be romantically or sexually involved with actual minors, just as an alter that presents as an adult in an underage system cannot be romantically or sexually involved with actual adults. An alter presenting as a certain race or ethnicity does not truly understand what it’s like to actually be a member of that racial or ethnic group. An alter presenting as disabled or with conversion disorder does not truly understand what it’s like to actually be permanently disabled in that way. An alter being a doctor or therapist internally does not give the system the medical or professional knowledge and experience of a doctor or therapist. Alters’ internal realities are never as concrete as external reality.
Finally, there’s all of the issues inherent in making a disorder a key part of your identity. Remember that you as a person have so much more going for you than what internal world jobs or abilities your alters have. You’re worth so much more than a list of alter names and associated traits. There’s so much more that’s interesting about you than that you have DID, how many alters that you have, or how your alters present. Some people might struggle with internalizing this, and that’s okay. Even if you’re one of those people, working towards understanding yourself as a whole is worthwhile. Like everything else here, it may take time, effort, and a large change in how you view and understand your system and DID as a whole, but it’s so much healthier in the long run, and every little bit of progress counts.
To reiterate and to make sure that this is absolutely clear, working with your alters is important for healing! It’s okay to acknowledge that your alters can be different from you in important ways. It’s okay for alters to want to spend time doing things that they enjoy, working towards their own interests and passions, or forming their own relationships. It’s okay to not be sure yet what your system’s overall goals, talents, or traits are. It’s okay for several alters to be important parts of your daily life and to have no intention of changing that. Where the line needs to be drawn is allowing your DID, your mental illness, to overshadow your external life. While it may feel comforting now, it’s overall limiting, and you deserve better than that.
-Katherine of Those Interrupted
(Note: I used “DID” throughout this post because OSDD-1 systems don’t seem to have this problem as often. However, this post can apply to all systems.)
hello! i thought since some of you may be struggling with suicide, self harm, anxiety, etc. i should try giving you some methods of dealing with it in a more positive and non harmful ways. these ones work best for me.
• listening to music
• taking a nap / sleeping
• having a nice warm shower / bath
( extra tip : add bubbles!! )
• looking at cute animal pictures
• drawing on yourself
( extra tip : use a red marker, it helps with being more realistic )
• painting / drawing
• talking / texting / hanging out with someone who you enjoy
• watch tv shows / movies etc.
( extra tip : be a burrito in a heap of blankets )
• dance or sing, or both!
• write down poetry / how you’re feeling
• play video games
• remember some of you’re favorite memories
• remind yourself of the things you like about yourself
• put on some fuzzy socks (they make everything better)
• make hot coco, coffee, or tea!
• eat a nice snack you like
• read a book!
• look at old birthday cards
• hug a stuffed animal
• hug a real animal
( extra tip : if it’s fluffy and nice, all the better )
• stretch! stretching helps you relax more
• eat some candy
• anything that helps you!
no matter how big or small, just try anything you think will help you feel better or at least distract yourself from harmful intentions or thoughts.
Hii guys, just something that came to mind and I decided to write. English is not my first language, so, I’m really sorry for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy it ;)
Summary: (Y/N) is exchange student, having a bad day missing home, so her best friend suprises her.
Warnings: Possibly grammar errors
The bell had
And the day
was finally over, and before anyone could stop her for a small talk at the
hallways, she was already at the bus stop, taking the first bus to her little
apartment not too far from there.
having an awful day, and it wasn’t because the day didn’t go as planned, everything
went perfectly fine, school was fine and her grades were good; it was just the
feeling deep in her heart she usually felt a few times during the year, the
feeling she couldn’t put into words because in this new language, it didn’t
being an exchange student, she felt lucky and blessed to have this opportunity.
Being independent and living alone, exploring a new culture was exciting, having
new friends, and she enjoyed as much as she could, but she couldn’t help
missing her country, the tropical weather, the food and her family.
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of Allison’s death (this IS a warning LEAVE ME ALONE) word count: 2671
You parked your car in the lot by the school, and slowed every movement you made. Turning off the engine, putting your phone in your purse, unbuckling your seat belt, you somehow managed to stall five more minutes. You breathed in deeply, and opened the door. Walking out to the lot where your friends were. Scott, Lydia, Malia, Kira, Liam…
You wore sad smile as you wandered over to the group. A slow drag in your feet, converse scraping against the pavement. Lydia caught sight of you, and beckoned you to come with her arm. You picked up the pace slightly, holding your purse tightly to your body as you came closer.
“Hey, y/n” Scott said quietly. You nodded your head weakly.
“Hi guys” Your voice came out in a hoarse whisper. You looked around, taking in Scott’s UC Davis hoodie, Lydia’s MIT lanyard that hung her keys around her neck, as well as a key chain with a picture in it that you’d seen a thousand times before.
The one with you, her, and Allison. Where you were in your swimsuits, on the beach in the early hours of the day. How you were able to stay overnight at the beach without getting into trouble, you weren’t sure. But it had been an amazing night.
Your eyes watered slightly as you looked at it, but you turned away quickly, making sure to avoid looking at Stiles as well. Your eyes landed on Malia’s new beige leather jacket. She cocked her head to the side and gave you a look that showed you she knew you were shying away from him.
“Come on, I’ll drive” Scott said, taking Stiles’ keys to the jeep.
“I think that Tony is better” You said, popping a few M&M’s in your mouth. Stiles gasped loudly from where he sat next to you, the popcorn he was trying to put into his mouth falling right out of his hand.
“How. Dare. You!” You began to giggle as he glared your way. As though you’d just stabbed in him the throat. “I feel… I feel so betrayed, y/n how could you?” You giggled again and scooted closer.
“I’m just messing with you Stiles” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck, and continuing to watch the movie.
“So you’re still team Cap?” You chuckled, nuzzling your head into his neck.
“I’ll always be team Cap with you my spastic friend” You said.
When Scott parked the jeep, you slid out after Lydia and Malia and Liam.
“My flowers are in the back, will you get them for me?” Lydia asked, and you nodded, walking around the back of the Jeep. You opened up the trunk, eyes caching the eerie metal sign above the gates. Beacon Hills Cemetery. You shuddered slightly, and went back to grabbing the bouquet of flowers.
“Cold?” You jumped, grasping the plastic wrapped stems as you spun to face Stiles.
“N-no I’m fine” You muttered, closing the trunk, and holding the flowers more delicately.
“You’re fine?” You nodded, looking down as not to meet his eyes. “So why aren’t you looking at me?”
“Because I’m here for Allison” You muttered again, and pushed past him to get back to Lydia. She let you cling on to her.
She knew you wouldn’t be able to handle today.
“Stiles!” You called as he was walking down the hallway. This was it, you needed to do something. He turned around, smiling at you and waiting for you to catch up.
“Hey little girl” He said with a wink, and you rolled your eyes. “What’s up?”
“Look, can I talk to you for a sec?”
“Yeah of course, what have you got on your mind?”
You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath, and trying to suppress the memory of rejection from over a year ago. No, yours and Stiles’ friendship wasn’t ruined. He’d politely told you that he had a girlfriend and that he was happy with her, he did it so kindly that you fell for him more, but you backed off. You even focused more on your studies than things like dating, and boys.
“You want to put them down?” You opened your eyes, to see Lydia holding the flowers towards you. You looked down, seeing Allison’s name written beautifully on the stone you’d memorized.
“We’ll do it together… yeah?” You asked, wrapping your hands around the stems, just like her. Together you both put them down in the soft grass in front of her grave. “She’d uh… she’d love those” You said quietly. Lydia smiled at you and wrapped an arm up around your shoulders.
“She’d be going with you” Scott said, and you looked over at him. “To Berkeley. That’s where she’d uh… where she’d wanted to go” You gave Scott a sad smile and nodded solemnly, looking back down to her name again.
“No y/n you don’t get it, I want to be with you, I like you” You shook your head, staring unbelievably at him.
“Stiles do you even-” You stopped, looking around at the people dressed in black. “I can’t believe this” You muttered, shutting your mouth and setting your jaw.
“No y/n I like you, I want you, Malia and I… it’s just not the same as when I’m with you” He said. You crossed your arms, staring at him angrily.
“We are at a funeral. Stiles. Allison’s funeral. This is.. this is literally the most inappropriate time you could’ve chosen..” You rolled your eyes shaking your head. This just made no sense. Of all the fucking places he could’ve done this…
“I know, I know poor timing but I can’t hide it anymore y/n you gotta understand-”
“You did once” He replied.
“Well you’re too fucking late Stiles” You said, tears welling in your eyes as you began to walk back towards the service. “You’re too late” You mumbled, bee lining towards Lydia, who was doing her best to keep herself together.
Stiles stood by himself, looking down at the grave that belonged to a girl too young to be in it. Then back to his friends. He stood and cried over Allison by himself.
When you got back to the school, you knew this was it. This was the part where you all said goodbye, then went home to relax for a night before you took your flights and car rides in the morning. The pack spreading across the country. Tomorrow was a new beginning, the start of the college experience.
“Well, shouldn’t we be hugging and stuff?” Malia asked. Scott chuckled, pulling the girl, who’d somehow wound up becoming his love interest, in for a solid hug.
“I’ll miss you, you crazy animal” Malia chuckled, hugging him back. You stood and smiled watching the two, glad that they’d wound up with who they were meant to. Though Malia was taking a hiatus for a year, she’d likely go with him to UC Davis and find something that’d interest her while with him.
Lydia walked over to you, smiling at you with watery eyes. You returned the gesture and hugged her quickly.
“Don’t make me cry you’ll ruin my makeup” She scolded before you could even say anything.
“But you’re going so far, what am I gonna do without you?” You whimpered. Lydia cooed and rubbed your back.
“There’s FaceTime, and airplanes, and Christmas break” Lydia went on. “We’ll figure something out, and I promise not to lose touch okay?” You nodded.
“I promise too”
“Okay pull away and don’t make eye contact on three” You nodded in agreement. “One, two, three” You yanked away from one another and she turned to say goodbye to Scott instantly. You took in a deep breath, and when you opened your eyes again, Stiles was there in front of you. Suddenly you were very aware that you were pretty much trapped between him and your car.
Your mind flashed back to all the times you and him have talked since his confrontation at Allison’s funeral, almost a year ago. They were minimal, and random and just not important.
“You’re not gonna leave without saying goodbye, right?” He asked, and you shook your head.
“No… no I don’t think I could do that even if I wanted to” You said. Stiles nodded slightly, rubbing the back of his head.
“Look y/n I’ve got a lot to say and not a lot of time to say it” You licked your lips, rocking on your feet anxiously.
“Yeah… yeah me too I suppo-”
“But well to sum it up, I still love you, and I’m gonna miss you like hell. Even if we haven’t really…. haven’t really spoken in a while” You blinked, not really expecting that.
“I guess we… we missed too many moments huh?” You said softly.
“Yeah” Stiles sighed. You gave each other sad smiles.
“Maybe we weren’t ever.. ever meant for more” You said quietly, unable to look up at him in fear of bursting into tears.
“Ha, bullshit” Your brows furrowed, and when you looked up to question this remark he leaned down, hand sliding easily across your cheek, cupping the back of your head, and before you could even smile are what you knew he was doing, he was kissing you. A quick, far too rushed, but passionate kiss. “Still not meant for each other?”
“Keep kissing me you fool” You replied, and Stiles smirked for a moment before leaning back down and connecting his lips with yours in a much more pleasingly slowed and tender. Your arms wound up around your neck, not even caring that all of your friends were watching, and likely taking pictures.
When you couldn’t hold your breath any longer, you pulled back, standing flat on your feet from your tippy toes, and smiling up at him.
“No goodbyes?” You shook your head.
“No, no I don’t think I can emotionally handle that” You said, slowly letting yout arms fall from behind his neck, and wrapping them around yourself. “I’m… I’m sorry. I fucked up big time I should’ve just talked to you” Stiles shrugged, giving you a kind smile.
“It’s okay, I think we’re definitely both in the wrong here” Tears welled in your eyes. “No, no sh don’t cry” He stepped slightly closer, not that he could move any closer to you than he already was. “We’ll talk, we’ll be close, we’ll figure this out” He murmured. You figured Scott Liam and Malia were listening in from across the lot.
“Work what out?” You said brokenly. “A long distance relationship?” He looked defeated. “You and I both know those never work. They just… it just won’t happen” You entire features, once displaying an expression of peace and happiness, now fallen, making you look depressed. Like you’d been dragged through the bottom-most pits of hell. Which your heart was, at least.
“I know, I know it’s just..” His fingers combed through your hair, knuckles brushing your cheek softly as his eyes searched deep in yours. “I just got you and I don’t want to let you go”
Your tears began to fall, and you began sniffling.
“I love you” You said through a small whimper and wet eyes. Stiles’ lips parted, a small smile taking over them.
“I love you too” He said in a murmur, and stroked your cheeks gently with his fingers. His brows drew together, just a little, as he stared at you intently. “So much, y/n”
By the time you’d driven yourself home, you were a mess of tears, puffy eyes, and a pink nose from sniffling and sobbing so hard.
Your mom even let you have a couple beers before you went to bed. At least it got you the energy to finish packing up your things for your dorm.
Your pillow ended up soaked with tears and mascara.
The next morning was just as bad. Loading up your car, getting ready for the drive to your new dorm, your new college. This was it. Your life was beginning, an independent woman, no longer just a teenage girl in high school.
Not to mention you no longer had to chase down the supernatural beats in your free time, your education would come much easier to you with nights full of studying rather stakeouts and werewolf fights.
Or movie nights with Stiles, parties at Lydia’s, bowling with Scott, hiking with Malia, and with Liam and Mason… well whatever weird shit you’d do with them you’d probably miss that too.
You plugged your phone into the car, playing your playlist that your friends had made for your four hour drive to Berkeley. Most of the songs on it were from Stiles though.
Tears welled in your eyes again, and you pulled over, and double checked your gps a few times.
Then you yanked the suction cupped screen right off the windshield window, and began furiously typing.
Stiles sighed as he walked back into his dorm after a long day of trying to get used to the city of Washington DC. It just wasn’t exciting adventuring around alone. He didn’t bear a smile as he ordered a new and fun coffee he was sure you would’ve loved. He didn’t skip along the sidewalk the way you would have after grabbing his hand. There was no thrill and happiness in his eyes at the idea of starting his new life.
He wasn’t starting it the way he wanted to.
You weren’t there.
He shrugged off his jacket, setting it on the kitchen table. At least he wasn’t stuck with a roommate. He could have peace, quiet and privacy.
Not that he really used it to his own advantage. Mostly, he spent it sulking, even crying occasionally. It had been three days since he’d left Beacon Hills. Four since he’d seen you.
The young woman that he was sure was the love of his life. And in a matter of one kiss and minutes, he let you slip through the cracks of his hands.
Was there anything he could’ve done? Not logically, but he still felt it was his fault. He just prayed that you weren’t in the same pain that he was.
How could he start classes next semester and focus in class? How could he pursue this dream of becoming a cop, when you weren’t there to urge him on?
Sure, he’s texted you, and you seem fine, settled. but it wasn’t the same. He wanted to hear your voice in the mornings, see you dancing in the kitchen to music that sometimes didn’t exist.
He wanted to look over from the driver’s seat to see you playing with your hand out the window, occasionally sticking your head out to feel the wind in your hair.
He wanted to come home to the dorm, drop his keys and coat on the table, set down his bag and walk over to where you sat on the couch, a book in your lap, hair tied back messily, glasses perched on your nose. He wanted to walk over and place a sweet hello kiss on your lips before asking where you wanted takeout from.
He wanted to continue your movie nights, and carry you to bed when you fall asleep. He wanted to cuddle and cradle you so you wouldn’t wake up from nightmares.
He wanted to spend his life with you. But you weren’t even here.
Stiles flopped down on the couch, groaning and closing his eyes. Maybe if he napped he’d be out of his misery.
When he woke up it was to a pounding on the door. He mumbled a string of curses, an d got up from the couch, dragging hi feet to the door. The pain of separation creeping right back into his mind. He opened the door with a frown.
“What?” he al but growled out before looking to see who his visitor was. Instantly his jaw slacked.
I know, I know. I disappeared on you all again and I’m so sorry…. you do know that means I’ve been busy with patients, right?
Ok, so I’ve been carefully labeling patient emails with a new label “blog” so I’ll remember what stories to share. There’s one, of a bear named Valentine, that I’m going to save for Valentine’s Day, but in the meantime, I have plenty of others stored up.
First is NeeNee the bear. NeeNee’s person wrote over Memorial Day Weekend.
I come to you in hopes that my loyal companion can be restored to his former glory. His name is Neenee and he has suffered through a horrible childhood due to spending so much time with me when I was a baby. I would often carry him in my mouth by his nose… Most people would say I hated him due to my actions towards him, but I was just a kid and did not know better. Well…time has passed and Neenee isn’t doing so well. And I’ve matured and hope that you may be able to make him look a bit better after what he has suffered through. He is pretty beat up.
Beat up was definitely one way to put it. NeeNee is what I call a clothed bear. His torso was clothing while his hands, head, and feet were fur. He’d had several previous surgeries too. Here he is on arrival at the hospital.
Not only were his clothes worn thin, and he had lost a lot of fur, but he also really needed a bubble bath! Here he is in the spa:
Now you can see that his clothes were originally green with cream trim! So the plan was to recover his clothes in flannel, slightly sturdier than his original cotton, and to treat his bald areas with short fur transplants. Here are the materials his person approved:
You can see how much cleaner he got. That’s why the spa is before transplants, so we can make sure the transplants are a nice match. He was restuffed before the transplants and recovering, so the new material could spread over his restored figure. So here’s his heart being made and installed with a bit of original stuffing:
Here he is showing off his new pjs and initial fur transplants on his slippers and parts of his hands:
And here he is all spiffed up with his head transplants in, a new embroidered nose and mouth, and a new bow, ready to fly home:
He flew home to Southern California. His person wrote:
He is beautiful…my buddy is finally whole again!!!
And when he got home, NeeNee’s brother (also NeeNee) gave him a giant hug:
A/N: So this is an idea I’ve been working on for a while, currently there is one in the works with 5.0.5 and a thunderstorm and I hope to have that out soon ((just like everything else it seems x)&…) but for now here are some snippets of the bar owner reader’s interactions with the crew! This little idea is my baby and I freaking love it x)& I probably won’t be answering requests for a while, but I will be uploading something at least once a week. Feel free to keep sending asks though, if something really sparks my creativity I don’t wanna miss it!!
Demencia was….a character.
And surprisingly good at holding her alcohol. You chuckled as you placed her picture up on the wall of your bar. She’d broken a few records lately, including eating every item on the menu in under an hour. Your chef was still geeking out about it.
Ever since the place opened, that candy-haired, lizard queen made it clear that she was always down to party. And I mean always. How did so much energy fit into one tiny person?
Still, she typically had her Friday night fun without causing too much of a disturbance, so who were you to judge? Most of your customers appeared pretty amused by her anyway, and all of you knew just how tough she really was, how tough she’d have to be to work for Black Hat.
“Hola, y/n!” She called to you as she rolled in through the door on this particular night, you smiled at her and politely nodded before continuing to pour a drink for Captain Hook. Apparently he’d just left a rather successful meeting with Black Hat regarding that rather troublesome Peter Pan.
From your spot behind the Bar you could see Demencia dancing and enjoying yourself and sighed. Who else could chase around Black Hat all day and still be themselves?
“Ya, doin alright there, doc?” You asked, wiping off your station at the bar. It was that slow part of the night, just after you’d decided to send most of the drunk wannabes home.
“I’m hanging in there, y/n.” Was Flug’s half hearted reply. You offered him a reassuring glance.
“Yeah, well keep your chin up, buddy.” You smiled, assuming he had one. You’d never seen his face before, “Ya want a drink? The usual?”
“Sure, y/n. Thanks.”
You smiled at him in that charming way of yours, friendly, confident, somehow conveying both your dark nature and friendly personality. Flug figured it was the reason your little speak easy became such a popular bar amongst the villainous crowd. Even Black Hat respected you and your business, meeting clients here when his office was being redone or when blood was being cleaned from the floor…
You quickly made Flug his usual drink, a sweet fruity cocktail you’d made just for him the first time he wandered in. The young doctor didn’t have a taste for strong drinks and you could respect that. Hard liquor was certainly not for many people, and you appreciated the self awareness Flug possessed to accept that with dignity.
You waited a while before asking him what was on his mind. He replied with some long explanation about some sort of device he was building, and how it was giving him a bit more difficulty than normal.
“So what does this little ray of yours do?” You asked, leaning against the counter as you talked with him. The place was practically empty by now.
“Change the molecular structure of the target to make them smaller.”
You raised your eyebrows.
“Impressive, I hope to see it in action one day.” You smiled, the malice in your grin was apparent. There were more than a few situations you could use a weapon like that in.
Which of course is why Black Hat would want to sell it.
Whenever Black Hat entered your bar, the entire building would grow silent and uneasy as every villain in the place sensed the presence of a much greater evil amongst them. Fear and respect cast a blanket over your customers like a large invisible mute button. Everyone seemed paralyzed for a few moments, except for you.
You’d been serving him long enough to have nearly grown accustomed to his presence. But even you couldn’t deny the chill that went down your spine as he looked at you.
“Pour me whatever you like, y/n.” He smiled, “Something celebratory.”
You didn’t know if you were excited or terrified to hear what the occasion was, but you asked anyway. And no a soul complained as you made his drink first.
The abundance of moonlight shining down behind your bar meant that you didn’t even have to turn on the light as you took out the garbage. But a sound at the end of the alley caught your attention, that and the all to lovely sound of destruction of the city around your building.
“Huh?” You hummed, looking around the alley for the source of the sound. Eventually, a tall blue bear peeked out from around the dumpster and you chuckled.
“Hey, there big guy.” You said in a soothing voice. The bear seemed frightened, but came to you regardless, “What are you doing all the way out here.”
The large animal started crying and hugged you suddenly. You’re eyes widened as you patted him gently on the back, “There there, buddy, don’t worry. Now I could be wrong, but I remember a certain scientist talking about something like you. You wouldn’t happen to live at Black Hat’s place, would ya?”
He nodded emphatically, and you smiled, “Well then why don’t you come inside and warm up while I try to get ahold of Dr. Flug.”
((To be continued…))
((Dorian’s very self centered bonus… This takes place after that first snippet with Demencia.)
Later in the night, a shorter girl with a pencil stuck in her pony tail popped in. You vaguely recognized her as a writer who enjoyed coming to your place in in the mornings, when things were slow. Never really asked for anything other than an internet connection and mac and cheese. It seemed odd to see her right around closing.
“Hey, y/n.” She smiled, “You haven’t seen Demencia by chance have you? She told Flug she was going out tonight. Figured she’d end up here.”
“Yeah, you replied, Flug usually comes to pick her up around now, she’s over in the corner, probably asleep.” You chuckled a bit, gesturing over to the corner.
Dorian smiled seeing Demencia’s passed out form, even if she was unable to wake her up. You offered to help her carry Demencia out of your bar.
“Thanks.” She smiled at you as you helped her lift the lizard girl into her car, “Sorry to have troubled you. Didn’t want Black Hat to find her like that. Always a bad time.”
You nodded politely, asked a few questions in regards to her work, and left her to bring Demencia home to that hat shaped manor a few blocks away. Black Hat Manor. How often would the residents of that place make you smile?