do you realize how long it took to stop my panic attack

my what a guy, gaston!

okay so i know i already did one of these for beauty and the beast (for fuck’s sake shana write about some new fairytales why are you like this) but i listened to sam tsui’s cover of a tale as old as time and OH BOY, OH MY HONEY OH MY DARLING

okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t

so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.

and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering. gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.

so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated, but he’s the prince, he can’t say anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you

adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.

and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again, and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.

and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.

he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion – except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.

this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point where he snaps and never goes back. he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.

so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s her.

so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise, gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle but he’s not in love with belle.

and one day belle and her father are out traveling and sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal threaten to the fall from the rose.

the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.

back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle, determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that killed adam.

so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”

and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”

literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and the curse is broken.

so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to cup gaston’s cheek.

his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this incredibly weird situation.

gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.

except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”

“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her book.

adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that belle loved bossing people around.

belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”

“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that she isn’t a feather duster.

so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle, and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.

and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing him breathless.

cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.

and everyone lives happily ever after.


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prompt: andreil + emergency room visit

(this is a sequel to THIS ‘I think there’s someone in the house’ fic!)

The paramedics hammer on the door, and Neil looks up, teary-eyed, from where his face is pressed into Andrew’s damp hair. He’s feeling for his breath with the back of his hand, waiting moment to moment for Andrew to die in his arms, silently like he does everything else. Urgency keeps stunning Neil all over again, hysterical defibrillators. The EMT’s are calling out through the wall, muffled but calm.

It feels unthinkably wrong, their absolute evenness and ease outside his door when his life is an exposed neck and Andrew’s death is the whirring blade of a saw.

He realizes that he has to get up to let them in, and it seems as impossible as it would be for Andrew to spring up and answer the door himself. He feverishly wants them to crumple the door to splinters and be inside already. 

It’s a herculean effort to ease Andrew to the ground, like he’s gritting his teeth and cutting off his own leg. He touches Andrew’s clammy face briefly but he can’t bring himself to try and slap him awake. He props Andrew’s bare feet up on the rim of the bath so the blood will flood towards his head, at least.

He feels untethered to his body when he stands, a helium balloon with its usual weight passed out on the bathroom floor. He falls into the wall immediately, adrenaline neck and neck with exhaustion.

He finds his way to the front door without his mind’s help. His head is in the bathroom with Andrew, and he knows that no matter what happens it’ll be there for a long, long time.

The next time he blinks, a man in uniform is holding his biceps and peering down at him seriously.

“—sir? Sir, are you hurt at all?”

“No,” Neil says, lips numb. “Bathroom. He’s in the bathroom. He’s bleeding to death.”

He turns, easily slipping the paramedic’s grip. There’s a procession of them, hefting a gurney and a couple of kits, and they’ve brought all the cold from outside in on their heels. They’re such a foreign object in their warm, messy apartment — uniformed, official, and precise.

It’s deadly, walking in and seeing Andrew spread out in his boxers, blood oozing through his t-shirt from his loose stitches, pale enough to match the porcelain. Neil’s seen enough corpses to recognize what they look like. 

He falls heavily to his knees and puts his head directly to his chest, listening, tears slipping hotly over the bridge of his nose.

“Please,” he slurs. His heartbeat is a tentative thud, a knock from an unexpected guest. “Help him. Now, help him now.”

“We’re going to try our best Sir, but you’ve got to get out of the way,” someone says gently.

He topples backwards onto his hands. It’s a cramped space, and he knows it would be easier if he waited outside, but he also knows he’d rather die than leave them alone with him.

The first guy kneels down and takes Andrew’s pulse, and Neil shakes his head. They’re too slow, time is feeding directly into a wide open drain.

“He needs an IV. He’s two litres down, at least. You’ve got to—“ A petite woman puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs her off violently. “No! You have to listen to me.”

“We know what we’re doing,” she says. “Are you an MD?” She eyes him doubtfully, gaze flitting from his scars to where her colleagues are taking vitals and cutting through Andrew’s clothes.

“Yes,” Neil says wildly. “And he needs an IV. Possibly two. Large-bore, normal saline. He’s not getting any oxygen, and he’s been like this for as long as it took you to gather your meager response team.”

She purses her lips, but she’s a professional. He can see her repressing her anger and it infuriates him. He feels like he’s crashing, over and over again, and he’s watching someone daintily pump the breaks.

“He’s right,” one of the EMT’s says distractedly. “We’re gonna need to get some fluids started, he’s in hypovolemic shock, sats below 50.”

“You want to tell me what happened?” one of the men asks.

“No,” Neil says as evenly as he can manage, reaching out to graze Andrew’s cold fingers.

“Did you do these stitches?” the woman asks, pulling at Andrew’s skin to get a better look at them. He suddenly sees how they must look to them, sloppy and angry red. Neil bends her arm away without thinking about it.

“Don’t touch him,” he snaps. He could break her arm and it would make him feel better. He drops her, disoriented by his own violence.

“There’s no need to be antagonistic,” the first man says. “We don’t want to have to remove you.”

“You really don’t,” Neil agrees. “You won’t succeed.”

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Strength of Spirit- Part 2

Dean Winchester walks into your laundromat looking very much like your next one night stand. Instead, tragedy strikes, and you end up in the middle of a nightmare, with only Dean (and his brother Sam) to help you navigate it.

Part 1

Summary of Part 2: Dean gets you to safety. You find out what he really does for a living.

Warning: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1850ish

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a series that wasn’t just smut. I’m hoping we’ll all have some fun with it! XOXO


Your whole body was numb as you moved, not feeling the steps beneath your feet as Dean pulled you down the stairs of your apartment building and out onto the street. He didn’t let go of your hand until he dumped you in the passenger seat of a car.

That’s when the panic set in.

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The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,453

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Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Sam has anxiety, and a secret girlfriend (reader) and Dean would get pissed if he found out, and one day Sam has a panic attack and makes dean call his girlfriend. Thank you so much!!!! - @loveyalotslikejellytots

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I hope you like it. I’m still behind on this season, over six episodes by now. I’ll eventually make myself watch it between the season ends. – Haley xx


Your name: submit What is this?

“Hello?” I asked, balancing the cellphone between my ear and shoulder. There was shuffling on the other end, but no answer. “Sam? Are you okay?”

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I don’t thing I deserve it.. Part 1

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Needles, Injuries

Word count: 1996

Summary: You’ve been a slave for almost 4 years now to a demon named Clarke. When you luckily escape you run, literally, into the winchesters and they take you in and take care of you. They help you overcome your fear for basically everything and you become like a little sister to them.
What will happened when you want to start to hunting down Clarke for revenge? What happens if she catches you first?

A/N: I orginally posted this on ao3 and it’s my first fanfic ever so i wanted to share it with y’all. This will be a series with multiple parts with no smut whatsoever.. Happy reading! (Oh and if you wanna be tagged just send an ask <3)

Part 2

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You ran as fast as you could, not stopping for a minute. It felt like your heart was going to pump out of your chest and all you heard was the loud sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your lungs hurt from all the running and you were struggling to breathe. The thing behind you was closing up and you felt the panic rise within every second. You rounded a corner as you looked back to find the thing gone and your breath hitched.

You didn’t see where you were running so when you ran into something you fell on my butt, hard. A whimper left your mouth and with panicked eyes you looked up to see that you had just ran into a man. He was really tall and muscular and his shoulder-long hair fell in his face when he looked down at you in surprise. His hazel colored eyes looked at you and you stumbled away instantly.

“Hey, shit, you okay?” the man asks. His voice was deep, but still comforting in a way you didn’t understand. When you didn’t answer he took a step forward and bent down a little but as he did that you let out a shaking breath and backed away. “I’m not gonna hurt you kid” he said and held his hands over his head. You made a frowning face and tried to stand up with your eyes fixed on him in case he would attack you.

As you try to stand up you put your weight into your left leg and a cry leave your lips as you fall down again. Instantly the man was right beside you and you stopped breathing. He bent down and reached for you. You tried to crawl away in fear but the pain in your leg just escalated. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?" 

He didn’t wait for an answer as he put an arm under your legs and the other one under your back and lifted you up bridal style. As he rose up you shut your eyes and bit your lip as to not scream out the pain. You tasted the familiar taste of blood in your mouth.

You jumped as the man who carried you screamed. "Dean! Come quick, i found someone!” His long legs made him walk a lot faster and you were thankful for not having him running. You didn’t hear the footsteps in front of you and you inhaled sharply as another voice came to your hearing. “Who’s this? What happened?” The voice of this person, Dean, was much deeper than the other man and he sounded a little older. It was definitely another man and you couldn’t help the fear creep up on you. 

You shivered in the man’s arms and he tightened his grip. “I don’t know, she ran into me. Something happened to her leg and I’m pretty sure she hit her head or something before, because she’s bleeding.” You shut your eyes even tighter as you felt a hand on your upper arm.

“Hey kiddo, can you tell us what happened?” Dean said, directing his question to you. You didn’t answer, too afraid of what might happened if you answered wrong to his question. “Do you have a name?” the man who held you squeezed you a little. You didn’t know if it were for comfort or threatening, but you shook your head lightly and regretted it the second you moved your head. 

A sharp sting from the back to your head took you by surprise and you cried out. Tears ran now freely from your closed eyes down your cheeks. “We gotta stitch her up. Take her to the bunker and I’ll try to call Cas”

The man carrying you began walking again and you felt the rumble in his chest that he was talking to you but all you could focus on was the pain. Sooner or later he stopped and he opened a car door. “Hey, I’m gonna put you in the car, and It’ll probably hurt, but you can’t pass out on me, okay?” He lowered you from his grip and into the car. 

As soon as you body hit the seat you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It helped a little and you were now half sitting, half laying down in the seat. You opened your eyes a little and you saw the man going around the car to take the seat with the wheel. You were sitting shotgun. When he opened his door you looked at him with tired eyes. “Don’t close your eyes” His voice became shallower as he kept trying to talk to you but you’ve already given up and you were slowly sinking into the darkness.

***

You were in the state between awake and asleep and you didn’t really have control over your body. The sound of a car driving fast was comforting. You began to wake up now and that was something you really didn’t want because the pain was still there. You groaned a little and tried to move but you ended up feeling worse than before. Wait, where were you? Your eyes shot up with fear and your body tensed. 

You looked around with panic in your eyes until you saw the man beside you. The Running. The two men. Your injuries. Everything came back to you. You didn’t realize you made a noise but suddenly a pair of eyes were on you. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” He put up his right hand in the air and kept the left one on the steering wheel. As he moved his hand towards you, you flinched away and he took away his hand.

“How are you holding up? We’re at the bunker in about 15 minutes and then I’ll take care of your leg and head, okay?” You wanted to ask what this bunker was, but you kept quiet. You began to shake and you couldn’t feel your toes and fingers. “You’re freezing because of the blood loss, I’d give you a blanket, but I don’t have one, sorry" 

The car went faster for a second and soon enough you were at this odd looking iron door. He parked the car and instantly got out. The door opened beside you and he ducked under the roof of the car to hover over you to pick you up. This made you panic and you tried to get away. He got his arm under got legs and the other one under your back as before, and lifted you out. Your body was tense and the pain was too much for you. "You gotta relax, I’m here to help” He mumbled as he walked to the door.

As he went down the stairs you shut your eyes again in pain. Once you were down he almost started to run and when you felt a comfortable sheet under yourself you opened your eyes. You’re in a bed? The man started to fumble around in boxes and he came forward with a first aid kit. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of something. “I’m gonna stitch you up and I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt” he took a scissor and qut your pants off of your left leg. 

The cold air that hit your leg gave you goose bumps but you didn’t have time think about it anymore as a liquid hit the contrast of the injury on your leg and it burned like fire. You screamed as tears welled in you eyes. “I’m so sorry, but it has to be done” said the man whith a slight panicked voice. 

He picked up a needle and a thread and you instantly started to breathe funny. “N-no, no, no” you sobbed as you tried to get away. Apparently you shock him with speaking, but you were not gonna let him use that on you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking “This needs to be stitched up if you don’t want to die” He looked at you with apologetic eyes as he returned his attention to the needle. “Please d-don’t” you whispered.

The door slammed open and you jumped. The other man, Dean walked in and his eyes wandered to the gasch in your leg. “Need some help Sam?” He said, his eyes never leaving your leg as he spoke. You guessed it was pretty bad. 

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he said “Hold her” You shock your head in protest. As Dean came forward you began pulling away as you sobbed “N-no, please, d-don’t” your head hit the headboard and you panicked. Dean were now standing next to the bed on the opposite side of Sam.

He grabbed your ankles and carefully tried to drag you down so that you were lying down but you screamed and desperately tried to get away. You tried to hit him but he caught your wrist and putted it over your head. “Calm down! You need to calm down so that Sammy here can stitch you up and everything will be fine" 

You tried to get away from Sam now when you had realised that Dean weren’t letting you go. You scooted over to Dean’s side and Sam looked at you. "It’s okay. You’re scared of needles right? It’s gonna go fast and smoothly if you just calm down” He looked at you in your eyes while speaking. “Yeah, Sam here is really good at it, it’s okay” Dean said. You locked eyes with Sam and he smiled a little and you calmed down a bit.

Dean scooted you over to Sam and you began shaking. Dean took both of your hands and put them on your stomach as he laid his arm over them. The other hand pressed down a little on your left leg to keep it still. In this way you wouldn’t be able to move as much. “Deep breaths, It’s gonna be fine” Sam said. You shut your eyes and as you felt the needle go into your skin you held your breath. It hurt so much and feeling the needle under your skin made it worse. 

After about 2 minutes Dean noticed that you still held your breath and he looked over to your face. “You have to breathe or you’ll pass out” When you didn’t respond he removed his hand on your leg and loosened the arm on your stomach, but not completely moving it away. “Hey, you need to breathe, it’s going good” He put his hand on your cheek and you inhaled sharply. You let out a shaky breath after that and Dean kept talking to you about breathing.

“All done” Sam said, and he moved to the first aid kit to get a bandage to wrap your leg in. As he wrapped it around your leg Dean moved away completely from you. “We have to check your head too, okay?” You nodded a little as you turn to the side, with your face to Dean. He kneeled down and looked over at Sam with an expression you haven’t seen before. 

You flinched a little as Sam started to run his fingers gently over your head as he kept asking you where it hurt. You tensed a little when he moved his fingers over a little bulge. “You don’t need any stitches but you might have a concussion, and we need to get it clean from all of this blood too”

Dean nodded, even tho it was meant for you, and he rose up and walked up to the closet and pulled out a towel. He then went out of sight, but your heard water running. Dean came back with the wet towel and gave it to Sam. Sam cleaned you up and you were losing yourself to sleep. Your eyes were heavy and your breathing evened out. Less than a minute later you were asleep.

Still Dean (DeanxReader)

Spoilers for 12x11 “Regarding Dean”

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

“Dean Winchester. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester is my brother. (f/n)(l/n) is my girlfriend. Cas is-”

You had been listening to Dean running through that mantra for 5 minutes. It was just you two in the motel. Sam and Rowena had gone to get the book that was supposed to fix Dean and you had volunteered to be the one to stay with him. There was nothing you could do but wait. So you sat on the bed in silence, listening to Dean trying to hold on to his identity that continued to slip through his fingers with each passing minute.

“I don’t….I don’t know…I don’t…” There was a defeated sigh followed by a loud thump that most likely was Dean hitting the counter.

You immediately got up and slowly opened the bathroom door.

“Dean?”

He turned to you with fear filled eyes before looking back at the mirror.

“I can’t remember…I-I-I don’t know” he brought his hands up to his head in frustration. “Why don’t I know anything!?” His eyes started watering and he turned back to the mirror. “Remember!” he yelled at himself. “Just remember!”

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Unwelcome Interruptions - Brett Talbot Imagine

Requested by @rochyuWhat about this one: when the reader and brett are cuddlind in his bed naked (bc why not) and they’re falling asleep together until scott and stiles burts into his room and take him with them bc he have to help with something and then the reader and all the girls are taken to the lake house ffor sleepovers and brett find her and he so pissed bc his baby girl is not with him and pls end it cute 

Word Count: 1,545

Warnings: implying and mentions of sex

Author’s Note: Feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Brett and Y/N’s relationship isn’t easy. They both go to two different high schools and are constantly busy trying to save their town from the supernatural chaos. Yet, somehow, they make it work. It’s rare when they have time for each other, but when they do, they make every second count. They would go out on movie and bowling dates, go out to eat, or sometimes stay home to cuddle, and simply enjoy being with one another. Just like right now. 

As soon as the final bell rang, Brett surprised Y/N by showing up in her school’s parking lot. He was leaning against his car, with his ankles crossed, and his arms folded to his chest. It was like Jake waiting for Samantha in Sixteen Candles. He took her to get ice cream at her favorite ice cream parlor. Afterwards they went back to his place, where they were just going to watch a movie, but ended up in his bed. Now, they were wrapped in each other’s arms with their half naked bodies underneath the sheets.

“God, I’ve missed you,” Brett said as he pulled her to his bare chest. She hummed in agreement as she cuddled against him, taking in the mixed smell of his cologne and sweat. Brett ran his fingers through her silky hair and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

Y/N drew random shapes on his lower back with the tip of her fingers as she buried her face at the crook of his neck, peppering it with soft wet kisses. “I love you, too,” she sighed in content.

Brett heard a set of footsteps after car doors were slammed. He leaned up on his elbows to look out his bedroom window and noticed Stiles’ baby blue jeep was parked in the driveway. Brett has gotten closer to Scott and Stiles since he started dating Y/N. It came to a point where they could come and go into each other’s houses without knocking or ringing the doorbell.

“Shit,” Brett mumbled as the best friends walked up to the front door and opened it.

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batfamgirl777  asked:

Could you write a Damian Wayne oneshot where she is a new Bat protege called Mockingjay. Damian has been relatively quiet around her but she has a slight crush on him. Dick insists on a movie night and she sits between Jason and Dami. She starts to fall asleep and leans onto Jay's shoulder. Jay picks her up and sets her in Dami's lap and she cuddles into him. Jay just says something like "Cuddle your girlfriend". And just ... some fluffy movie night stuff and blushing reader ...?

Oh my lord this is too cute thank you!

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“Hi, Damian.” You waved as the boy in question walked past you.

“Mockingjay.” He replies without looking at you.

Your shoulders sag and you face your food, not feeling as happy as you had before.

Ever since you became Robin’s partner, he had been distant with you. That of course meant that you developed a crush on him. Because it would’ve been to easy to have a crush on someone who actually said hi once in a while.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Dick slides into the chair across from you and looks at you expectantly.

“Huh? Oh nothing. I’m fine.” You don’t realize that your still looking at the door Damian had gone through.

Dick turns and looks through the open door to see the young Wayne sitting engrossed in whatever he was doing.

A smirk found its way onto his face as he turned to look at you again.

“What do you say we skip patrol tonight? I’m sure I can convince Bruce to let us have a movie night instead?”

You look at him skeptically.

“No way he would ever allow that.” You raise an eyebrow.

Dick stands up determinedly. “Challenge accepted.”

~~~

“I can’t believe he actually allowed this.” You mutter to yourself as you make your way to the couch.

Dick grins smugly at you as he takes a seat in the couch. You look to the only open spot and have a mini panic attack. It’s in between Jason and Damian.

Jason you could handle. You liked the Red Hood. He was funny and nice to you.

But Damian? The boy who had only ever spoken to you out of necessity? The boy you had feelings for? That one?

You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as you took the seat. You didn’t notice that you leaned a bit more towards Jason, or the look of hurt that flitted across the Boy Wonder’s face before it was replaced by a mask of cool indifference.

But Dick noticed.

And he smiled.

~~~

It was the fourth movie of the night and you were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

Usually at this time you were crawling into your warm bed and falling asleep, still in costume.

But sandwiched in between the two boys, both of whom were larger than you, you were pretty warm.

Which was why you didn’t feel weird at all as you drifted off to sleep, your head lolling to the side and landing on Jason’s shoulder.

It took a few minutes for Dick to notice you were asleep, and for him to nudge Jason’s shoulder.

“What do you want?” Jason hissed.
“Y/N is sleeping.”

Dick nodded and looked at Damian suggestively, altering between pointing at you and pointing at Damian.

Jason’s eyes widened in understanding. He smirked and glanced at Damian, who was trying very hard not to notice how comfortable you were on his brother.

He looked at you however when Jason scooped you up and dumped you on his lap.

“Todd what is the meaning of this?” Damian couldn’t hide the faint rings of pink on his cheeks as you burrowed yourself into his chest, eager for warmth.

“Shut up and cuddle your girlfriend.” Jason replied, his eyes returning to the screen.

“She isn’t-she’s not my girlfriend.” Damian spluttered, his cheeks growing red now.

“And who’s fault is that?” Dick interjected. “You’re the one who has been blowing off every attempt at a conversation with her.”

“I’m not, I didn’t, I fail to see how this is your business, Grayson.” Damian replied, trying to maintain his cool facade.

“You made it my business when you started making her sad.” Dick said with an eye roll.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I would have noticed if she had feelings for me.” Damian scoffed, looking down at you longingly.

“Are you blind?” Jason exclaims, making Damian glare as you shift in your sleep.

“Sometimes I wonder if you really are the son of the World’s Greatest Detective.” Dick slams a palm to his forehead.

Suddenly, the a character in the movie slams a door, making you start and wake up.

The three boys freeze and stare at you expectantly.

The smell surrounding you isn’t the same one you fell asleep to. Instead of gunpowder and pine, you smell animal fur and, something else that you can’t quite put a finger on.

You use your hands to push yourself up and turn to look at whatever you were sleeping on.

“Oh my god!” You reel back as you realize what happened, falling off the couch in a tangle of blankets.

“Y/N are you okay?” You hear the smile in his voice and you moan in embarrassment.

“Oh my god.” You whine, staying wrapped up in the blankets. Your cheeks are blazing and it’s starting to get really hot in the blankets. Plus, Dick and Jason are laughing at you.

You feel cool air against your face as someone pulls away the blankets.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, even though I thought it was Jason, and-” you stop abruptly when you see him smiling at you.

You’ve never seen him smile like that before. Genuine. He usually only smiles when he’s fighting criminals, or antagonizing someone, but it never looks like this.

“It’s fine. I truly didn’t mind.” He offers a hand to help you up.

You manage to free your hand from the blankets and take his, the butterflies threatening to explode when you make contact.

The blankets fall to the floor when you’re standing, and you blush again.

“Thank you.” You said, before turning towards the stairs. “I should probably get to bed though, so that doesn’t happen again.”

As you walk away your hear the couch shifting and feel a silent argument before a voice breaks that silence.

“I’ll come with you. I should probably rest as well.” Damian calls.

You hear his footsteps hurry to catch up with as you fight to keep your cheeks from turning red again.

As you climb the stairs, you get the feeling that he wants to say something.

“Y/N?” He says before you enter your room.

You turn and look up at him. He leans down and presses as soft kiss to your lips before pulling away, a tinge of pink on his cheeks. It’s nothing compared to the full blown explosion on yours.

“Would you like to accompany me to the movies sometime in the near future ?” He asks you.

“I, um, I” you curse your traitorous mouth when a look of disappointment clouds his face.

“Yes Damian I would love to.” You manage to say, your heart beating faster when he smiles at you again.

“I would love to.” You say again once in the safety of your own room.

alpha & omega part iii

part i  part ii 

summary - anxiety and roman are on a merry-go-round, and anxiety has no idea how to get them off 

pairing - eventual prinxiety

word count - 1,974

warnings - angst, mentions of nightmares and anxiety attacks 

a/n - fun fact, as i was writing the part where patton’s dialogue is all smushed together, spell check decided to correct “have a good day” to “have a gay day”, and i want to wish you all the same 

tagging - @ace-anxiety-sanders @pointless-blog-name@lampisimportant @pippa-frost @jinxed-unicorn @starrykid@pattykrabbies @frustratedwaffle @soft-blue-badger @extremepenguin10@sanders-sides-burnt-my-crops @alright-cupid @yoshimicherryopal @the-prince-and-the-emo (if you’d like to be tagged/i forgot to tag you please let me know!)


Anxiety wakes up in a mild panic.

At first, he thinks it’s sleep paralysis—there’s a heavy, squeezing pressure on his chest, tight and uncomfortable and something he would normally categorize under a sign of an oncoming panic attack. There’s also the claustrophobia that’s settling in all over his body, and the sweat building up on the back of his neck which usually signals some sort of anxiety, and he must also be hallucinating because is that the smell of perfume

Oh, no.

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Wake Up (Older!DamianXReader)

Requested: Nope
Summary: After a severe accident, you wake up missing the critical last 5 years of your life.
Word Count: 2136
Warning: Trauma, severe pain, severe confusion, pretty angsty, death of a family member

A/n: This is part one of a three part (So far maybe) fic. It’s angst that no one asked for honestly. Part one is supposed to be a little confusing. It begins in the middle of the story. Don’t worry you’ll find out how you got here, but first, please enjoy the confusion and emotional turmoil.

The first thing that came to your mind was how numb everything felt. It was impossible for you to open your eyes, or even to tell up from down. You were just floating numbly in the dark. You were not sure how long you stayed that way. Time was immeasurable in the void.

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maelstrom [ jimin ]

noun : a powerful whirlpool in the sea or river ; a situation or state of confused movement or violent turmoil.

you don’t know if you want to hit him or kiss him.

pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: fluff
type: college au
word count: 2,101 words
warnings: none
author’s note: happy birthday to my other half #rat @dreamscript whom I love very much despite her swerving ass that goes from jimin to namjoon to inseong and maybe back to jimin someday if he’s lucky. you’re so rad and wonderful and gorgeous and memetastic, and you meme so much to me, and i’m so glad that I sent you a message a little over a year ago screaming over your writing. I heavily based this on your recent messages lmao and I apologize because I know nothing about naruto (but i think it means whirlpool in japanese, hence the title lol) but anyway ily neo phoenix congrats for surviving another year!! *cue congratulatory pterodactyl screeches*


You enjoy being a part of the UN Conference Club your college hosts very much. But do you enjoy the people in the club? Maybe not so much. First of all, how can some people be so dumb? And second of all… well, there does not really need to be a second of all because stupidity covers all of it.

During the three-day conference, there is a historical crisis committee for the Spanish American War where the main focus centered on how to avoid the war entirely in 1898. On the first day—which is the most formal day—the attorney general, Inseong, immediately requested $1.2 million dollars to fund biotech companies to end tuberculosis. In response, someone asked if he knew just how much $1.2 million dollars amounted to in 1898. He insisted that he knew and that it was only a small price.

It was equivalent to 7 billion dollars today.

And he had planned to fund that entire sum of money that into biotech companies, which were most likely nonexistent back then.

How did this kid even win Best Delegate? Granted, his face paled considerably when the 7 billion dollars were announced, and he revoked his statement, but still.

Thus, there was example number one of idiocy.

Example number two?

Park Jimin and his ridiculous antics.

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Unnoticed [Jason Scott x Reader]

Request: Could you do something like the reader thought Jason never noticed her and then during the battle the red ranger saves her and once the battle is done and everything, he goes to check on her and asks her out?

Word Count: 1,952

A/N: I’m not sure how much I like certain parts of this. I haven’t actually written in about a month, so I’m a little rusty. I have read over it a couple times, and had another pair of eyes read it as well, but there might still be mistakes. Hope you all enjoy this though, and also, if you would like to be tagged in future writings let me know! My requests are OPEN! Also, if you are looking for another Power Ranger blog to follow, go check out my sister @zacktxylor! Her requests are also open!

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Meant to Be - Part Two: Hey

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well. (Also Modern High School AU)

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy @falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl

Word Count: 1912

Warnings: swearing, anxiety, allusions to suicide

A/N: OKAY Y’ALL, first off: thank you so much for all the amazing love and support you’ve given this fic already! it means so much to me and i am so truly grateful for all of you. second: I really hope you enjoy this chapter, and I’ll keep trying to put one out every other day! 

that’s all, enjoy  <3


Alex

Alex

Alex

Alexander glared at the writing on his arm, feeling his anger building as he walked back home in a blind rage. He bounded up the stairs to his apartment, trying to ignore the writing that was covering his arm.

Please talk to me

I’m sorry

Please

Alex

Alex

Alex

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theuniquefangirl  asked:

Hi Bonneyyy! Your latest one shot was soooo beautiful but it left me heartbroken :( I was wondering if you could do another one but with the opposite situation? Like Juvs having pregnancy symptoms and being clueless and Gray being a worried hubby? ❤

I hope you enjoy this little drabble! <3 Thanks for the ask and the prompt!

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Gray arrived home early that night and it confused him to see his wife lying on their couch, a book forgotten over her stomach as she slept. He frowned and glanced at the clock, it was barely 7 p.m., way too early for Juvia to be asleep.

He stepped closer to the couch and took the book away and when that didn’t wake her, he touched her forehead with the back of his hand but she didn’t seem hot at all. The only times he had seen Juvia going to sleep that early had been when she was sick.

Still worried, Gray watched her for a moment and saw she had bags under her eyes. He gently picked her up from the couch in bridal style and only then, she opened her eyes, confused until she recognized him.

“Oh, Gray-sama. Juvia just-”

“I’m taking you to sleep on the bed, you look tired.” He told her.

“Juvia needs to heat up your dinner-” She tried to come off of his arms, but Gray wasn’t having it.

“You will stay on the bed.” He placed her on their bed and when it looked as if she was going to argue, he shook his head. “I’m a grown man, Juvia, I can heat my own dinner. You look very tired, and it’s not like you to sleep so early. Are you getting sick, perhaps? You didn’t seem hot.”

Juvia frowned and seemed to think for a moment. “Maybe? Earlier today Juvia felt light headed and a bit nauseated.” Gray didn’t like the sound of that at all and Juvia could see it in his face. “It’s probably just something I ate.”

“We eat the same things and I’m fine.” Gray pointed out. “If you feel anything else when you wake up, you are going to the doctor.” Juvia opened her mouth to protest, but Gray shook his head. “Don’t even bother. We are not taking any chances.” She tried to fight a yawn but ended up losing. He leaned and gave her a peck on the lips. “Sleep. I’ll join you in a while.”

Juvia nodded and turned to her side, grabbing Gray’s pillow to hug as a surrogate for her husband until he joined her. The fact she didn’t put more of a fight worried Gray even more – Juvia was known for being a ball of energy. “Oh, the dishes-”

Gray rolled his eyes. “I’ll take care of it, sleep.”

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Tapping his foot on the floor, nervous, Gray was freaking out with how long Juvia’s consult was. Earlier that day, he had been right on time to catch her when Juvia got up after eating breakfast and felt faint.

Gray took her to the emergency room before she could even protest and a nurse took her to see the doctor a few minutes before and he had been shaking ever since. He was so scared there was something really wrong with her.

“Gray-sama.” He heard her voice and looked her way. His heart stopped when he saw her tears.

The Ice Mage jumped from his chair and was in her side in a second.

“Oh god, why are you crying?” Gray felt panic in every inch of his being. He was so afraid of losing her, especially since he already had before they started dating, and the feeling only grew strong as the years passed. He wouldn’t last a day without her. He reached for her, a hand on her jaw and the other on her waist. “Juvia, tell me what the doctor said.”

“He said-” Juvia put a hand over Gray’s on her face. “He said the symptoms are normal for the first trimester.”

“Trimester? What?” Gray was confused and scared and his wife was being of no help by being cryptic.

“Juvia’s body is just getting used to having a baby.” She teared up again and laughed. “Juvia’s not ill, she’s pregnant.”

His mind went blank for a few seconds while he tried to process the information and it took him a couple of seconds to realize her condition wasn’t life threatening. In fact, it meant there was another life on the way.

“Pregnant?” He asked in a whisper and Juvia nodded, smiling. Gray pulled her to a tight hug, feeling so relieved he couldn’t very well breathe – some of it because of the news. Gray kissed the side of her head and said: “One of these days you’ll give me a heart attack, I swear to god.”

“Not before this baby comes, don’t you dare.” Juvia laughed through her tears and gave him a peck on the lips.

Gray chuckled and held her tighter, still feeling rather shaken up with the rollercoaster of emotions in just a few minutes, but positively joyed his wife would be alright. And so would he.

School work with Woojin

Member: Park Woojin // Wanna One

Genre: Fluff

Plot: When you’re set to be partners with the school’s quiet and charismatic dancer, how will you fair?

Word Count: 6633


Originally posted by kimbbuyo

“______, please work with Park Woojin.” A murmur ran through the lab, as students shot curious glances to one another. A few girls looked murderous, while some of the boys just shrugged it off. You stood there, fiddling with the Eevee Pokemon keychain on your bag, before letting your gaze flit to him. He had a stoic expression, his hand running through his dark brown bangs as he quietly whispered to one of his closest friends, Kim Donghyun. You sighed, before nodding to the teacher, and stood to leave as the bell rang.

Working with Woojin was going to be hard. He was adored by all the girls, regardless of the age. He was the dark, mysterious, and charismatic one from his goofy friend group. Boys wanted to imitate his powerful presence while girls cooed over how wickedly handsome he looked whenever the dance team performed at a school event. Even now, with it being casting season for the popular crews in the area, he was looked at as the prime candidate to join a nationally recognized group.

“_____?” You froze at the doorway, turning to meet his unwavering gaze. His voice was quiet, but it demanded attention at the same time. A few female classmates giggled as they purposefully brushed by him to leave for the buses or subways as the school day was coming to an end. “How are we going to separate the research paper?” You ring your hands awkwardly, trying to not meet his intense gaze. Donghyun popped up behind him, giving you an angelic smile as he bid the two of you a good day before leaving.

“It’s not really something we can divide easily from what I can see. We need to learn the same content to create this paper.” He nods slowly, absorbing the information, and you finally let your gaze admire his unique and sharp features. He was not from Seoul as the rest of you were; he had moved in from somewhere in Gyeongsang-do. You could tell from his dialect, although you still had no idea if it was Busan or Daegu that he had originated from.

“Then let’s go out.” The words caused you to cough furiously, your hands flying to cover your mouth. He gasped as he realized how wrong his words had come out, and ran a hand through his hair once more. “I meant let’s go somewhere to work on it… together.” You finally stop yourself from coughing, and nod your head slowly. Working with him should be easy. He was known to be naturally intelligent, which was not fair when he was already graced with his unbeatable talent in dance, endearing appearance, and ability to win everyone and anyone over.

“Do you want to go to the library sometime this week? We have about to finish this and submit electronically by Saturday night,” you inform him, and his brows furrow as he contemplated his schedule. You didn’t do anything special; you spent time at home to study and rarely went out. In fact, it was more embarrassing trying to grasp at some social connection to Woojin when he was so outstandingly admired in the school and you were almost three alternate universes behind. To say you were hated was wrong; you were known as a nice and quiet girl, but it took an uncomfortably long time for anyone but your childhood best friend to remember who you were when hearing your name.

“I have dance usually at night, and it’s kind of far from the library. I normally get off at the fourth stop from Bus 166.” He rubbed his bangs with his hands once more, biting his lower lip meekly. You avert your gaze and fixate on the paint that was peeling off behind him. The sound of students flooding out the school doors is fading, the last few casting curious glances at the sight of Park Woojin with a girl.

“I actually get off of that stop too. It’s near my apartment.” He brightens momentarily, a flash of a childish smile on his face before it returns to his neutral mask. You sigh inwardly at how dreadfully long and awkward this paper would be.

“Are there any other scheduling conflicts you might have?” He thinks a bit more, a small silence once again between you two. He finally nods.

“I have a dance audition with the school team on Saturday night. I’m really sorry.” You smile a little, remembering how much you loved the sight of him dancing at school performances. Not that you would ever dream of saying it publicly, but Woojin was destined to be a star in the near future, and you could only imagine how many girls would swoon at the sight of him performing on TV or an important stage.

“It’s cool. We should just start a little earlier and work a little harder to make up for it then.” He looked distractedly apologetic, but seemed a little comforted at how coolly you were trying to brush it off. He opened the door a little wider for you to exit, and you wiggled through. His eyes glinted with amusement at how you blushed when your bag accidentally hit him, and the keychain fell off. He picked it up, brushing off the dust, and put it into your side pocket, before leading the way towards the bus stop near the school. You scrambled after him, heat radiating off of your cheeks. He was innocent. He did not mean to make you flustered, or feel like there were raging butterflies eating you alive, or that you could die of a heart attack.

“Oh shoot.” His quiet voice was laced with panic as he dug through his book bag. He looked at you with a meek smile, his own cheeks pinking considerably. You cock your head slightly, curious at his peculiar behavior. He cleared his throat a little, unable to meet your eyes. “I ran out of money on my bus card. Is it possible-”

“I got it, don’t worry.” You say quietly. You wanted to pinch your forearm to see if you were dreaming. Park Woojin needing your help? You wrinkled your nose slightly, trying to distract yourself from the thought, before continuing towards the bus stop. He followed in pursuit, his expression stoic once again, if not a little pink in the cheeks still. By the time the clambering bus arrived, you had taken out your earbuds and your bus card, swiping twice and waving him on. He ducked his head, letting his bangs cover his shy gaze as he sat besides you. All of the vacant seats around you made you almost blush at the thought of him choosing to sit by your side, but the other part of you chided at yourself for the thought. Of course he would– the whole purpose between you two travelling together was for a stupid biology research paper.

“I like that song too,” Woojin said quietly, his eyes directed at the head cushion of the seat in front of him. He was fiddling awkwardly with his phone, unsure of what to do in the silence as the bus bumped along the street. You took out an earbud, before hesitantly offering it to him. His gaze lit up, but his lips remained in a mutual line.

“I didn’t know you were a fan of Bruno Mars,” you whisper, not wanting to distract the few souls actually on the bus. You were somehow mortified at the idea of him listening to your music playlist. Was he judging you secretly? Was it expected that you would even like some song like When I Was Your Man?

“This is actually a good song to dance to. It’s kind of tricky to display the emotions but if you can’t do that then it could be a sad slow dance, too.” He whispered back, before tapping your shoulder to signal that the bus was at your stop. You stand up, his words still swirling in your mind. Part of you wanted to ask him to dance for you to this song, but another part of you knew better. The remainder of the walk to your apartment was quiet, sifting through various songs in your playlist. He didn’t comment at the flood of sorrowful and slower songs, instead just bobbing his head to the beats of Special by Lee Hi and Snow Flower by Park Hyoshin.

“You like a lot of older songs,” he didn’t sound surprised as you entered the elevator, and you took back the earbud from him. You nodded, waiting for him to say something else. “They’re all good though.” You fumble for the key in your pocket, hoping he didn’t notice the nervousness at his words. His praise made you feel flustered, and as much as it embarrassed you, you enjoyed it.

“I hope you can excuse the mess,” you said apologetically. He walked in, taking off his shoes and tucking them into the corner where there were other shoes. He looked around, his eyes careful and you could imagine the whirl of calculations and thoughts buzzing in his mind.

“It’s a nice place you have.” His words were punctuated with a rumbling of his stomach, which caused him to send a bashful smile to you, his eyes flashing with hope. “Er. By any chance, is there food?”

“Go ahead and sit down and start. Do you like any fruits? I have apples and pears.” He nodded gratefully, before moving towards the dining table. You watched him settle down, taking out his laptop and focusing on his work fairly quickly. You carefully cut the fruit, trying to make it as prettily arranged as possible. You had never done this for anyone outside of your family, and most certainly not a boy. You had always envisioned it to be something done in the far future, perhaps when you had a fiance or long time boyfriend or husband. The thought of the boy being Woojin rattled you even more, a distraction until you felt a sharp nick in your finger and looked down to see blood welling up. You sighed, grabbing a bandaid and messily putting it on, before grabbing a pair of forks and setting the dish in front of Woojin. He looked up, eagerly reaching for a slice.

“It’s a rabbit!” He exclaimed, unable to hide his excitement at the little ears you had made. You smiled, basking in his joy. Your grandmother and mother had cut all their apples like this for you at a young age, and now you were spreading the family joy. He reached for another, munching enthusiastically, before he halted, his eyes focused on your hand as you reached for your own laptop.

“Is something wrong?” You mumble, hiding the bandaged finger out of sight. He frowned slightly, before grabbing your wrist gently and bringing the damaged hand forward, examining it keenly.

“Did you cut yourself? Did you wash it? It’s bleeding through.” His words poured out of his lips, quickly and laced with worry. He was worried!

“It’s honestly fine–”

“It’s honestly a deep cut, ____.” The way he said your name shut you up, and you felt warmed by the concern. “Where’s your first aid kit?” You sighed, before pointing at the medicine cabinet that was barely in view from the kitchen at your seat. He rose, sifting through the contents before he grabbed the tiny plastic container. He took out an antiseptic wipe, before peeling off the now blood soaked band aid.

“This is going to sting,” he warned, before carefully dabbing at the cut. Stinging did not quite describe the pain, and you scrunched your face up to avoid spilling out some profanity. He tried to not smile at how adorable it looked, and instead fanned it with his free hand as he took out the antibiotic cream and applied a thin layer, finishing it off with a bandaid. It looked considerably neater than your own lousy attempt, and you stammered a measly word of thanks. He looked satisfied at his dandy work, instead turning back to his laptop.

“Anyways, back to this project. I heard from a few of the upperclassmen about this project and I hope you don’t mind that I started doing a bit of research and topic finding on my own. I printed a few papers out on one of the topics I liked.” He handed a stack of stapled articles, and you were impressed to see the already highlighted information, along with the immaculate notes he had written. You scanned through, eyes flickering every time he made a particularly loud sound as he continued to eat the fruit.

“I like it.” You announce finally, looking up at him with a smile. “I don’t think anyone else would think of triple negative breast cancer combinational therapy between dihydroartemisinin and 3-bromopyruvate. This is a pretty solid topic.” He grinned widely, his little “fang” poking out. He took the second fork, before spearing through a pear and handing it to you.

“I just realized I ate almost all of this without you. I’m sorry, I was really hungry.” He mumbled, and he separated the papers in half. “Also, I’m glad we’re partners for this. So many of our classmates probably wouldn’t have understood this topic.” You bite into the pear, relishing the sweetness. He probably didn’t realize that it was your favorite fruit, but it was the thought that counted.

“I mean, it’s pretty fool proof. Dihydroartemisinin targets the spindle fiber formation during mitosis, and 3- bromopyruvate lowers the cellular metabolism. They work hand in hand.” You mumble thoughtfully, finishing off the pear. He took the fork, spearing another pear slice and handing it to you again. You smile at the notion, and the two of you start your work quietly.

By the time night had fallen, he was humming some song repeatedly. The two of you straightened up as his phone alarm rang, playing the same song, signalling his time to leave for dance. He smiled slightly.

“I’m really thankful you’re so hard working.” You blushed a bit at his words. He was really too kind for his own good.

“What is that song, if you don’t mind me asking.” He smiled broadly at this, his little tooth showing.

“That’s the song me and the boys are performing at the audition. I thought the best thing for me to do was familiarize myself with it. I’m one of the younger members, so I have to work harder.” You nod in fascination. The passion that sparked in his gaze was intriguing, and you wondered briefly if this was what a bug felt like when it saw light.

“What’s the title?”

Get Ugly by Jason Derulo. I’ll dance a bit for you some day. Maybe tomorrow.” You nod eagerly at this, and he laughs, ruffling your hair a little. The warmth from his hand blossomed across your body, and you missed it the moment he recoiled, as if realizing his action. He smiled a little demurely, his gaze unable to meet yours and his cheeks reddening. “Good night, _____.” He slung his bag over his shoulder and scurried out of the apartment, leaving you to retire with a flicker of warmth still where his hand had been.

“So I forgot to fill my bus card again,” Woojin began, running a hand through his fluffy brown hair. He eyed you cautiously, expecting some disappointment or frustration. Instead, you stifled a laugh and shook your head teasingly.

“Luckily for you, I still have money in mine.” He grinned at this. You two had grown increasingly comfortable since being initially paired up, much to your pleasant surprise. You were looking forward to spending more time with him, mainly because he had promised to dance for you and because it was just nice to have someone to spend time with.

“It might rain soon– Oh, it is raining.” He held a hand out to catch a few droplets, before playfully flicking it at you. You shrunk away, about to shout at him, but caught yourself. He genuinely looked happy, perhaps the brightest you had seen him off stage! He caught your stare, and you glanced towards your feet instead, pretending to shy away from the rain as you set off towards the bus stop. He jogged after you lightly, a comfortable silence surrounding you two. You found temporary refuge under the trees that lined the path, but knew that there wouldn’t be anything to shelter you when you saw the crowd of people at the bus stop.

You sigh, standing at the end of the line with Woojin. The rain was beginning to fall harder, and you tried to not flinch every time a cold droplet of water splattered against your face. You could feel the rain trickle down your forehead, and you wiped it with your hand, silently begging the bus to come. You prepared yourself to wipe off the next trickle, but it never came. The water stopped tapping your face, and you glanced up to see Woojin’s hand covering your head, his gaze nonchalantly directed towards where the bus was slowly coming into view.

“Oh, it’ll be here in a few seconds.” You nod wordlessly, eyes still fixated on his hand. You wanted to hold it, to keep it warm and protected from the cold, but you knew your place. That would just make it awkward, and make him uncomfortable with you.

“Can I change into my dance clothes? My uniform got kind of wet,” you nodded and point towards your bathroom, which he shuffled into awkwardly. You also turned to your room, changing into your sweatpants and baggy Hello Kitty T-shirt. Part of you wondered if you should be embarrassed to sport this outfit in front of him, but another part of you dismissed the worry. Why care about someone who you didn’t have a chance with from the beginning?

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” You ask as you enter the dining room. You ignored how handsomely boyish he looked in his simple all black attire, and tried to not let your gaze linger. He stifled a smile as he saw your faded pink shirt.

“Do you have hot chocolate?” You nodded, and turned to the kitchen. “Cute.” you almost froze at the words. Did you hear him, or was it just the rain hitting the window in the downpour? You forced the thoughts away. You probably had a higher chance of having auditory hallucinations than hearing him call you cute. You prepared the hot chocolate a little slower than usual, not wanting to be in the same room as him with your heart beating as erratically as it was at the moment.

“Thank you,” he accepted the mug with a grateful smile, inhaling the scent of the chocolate. You didn’t tell him that you actually snuck some of the more expensive cocoa powder into his to make it taste better, and sat down with your own mug of regular Swiss Miss, stirring the last few clumps of solids into sweet liquid. He stood up, tapping on his phone a few times. A familiar tune came on. Get Ugly.

“Are you dancing for me?” He nodded, a wicked grin on his face. He was not the same demure and bashful boy that he had been a few seconds ago. His face radiated confidence, and each movement he made was deliberate. His stare pierced yours as his movements were fluid from start to finish. His presence was explosive, and you were awestruck as his ability to pour his heart into a performance that was seen by only you.

As the song ebbed away, his breathing filled the room, and an unsure smile returned to his face as he searched your face for a reaction.

“How was it?” Each word was punctuated by the a puff of air and you grinned, clapping your hands enthusiastically. He smiled freely at this, his canine poking out adorably.

“You’re honestly amazing. I wish I could dance like that,” you said wistfully. He extended his hand slowly towards you, as though you were an injured bird who could potentially run away from fear.

“I’ll teach you right now.” Your eyes widened and you shook your head furiously. There was no way you were going to let him see you dance. You couldn’t even call the shameful movements you made to the beat a dance; hell, half of the “moves” weren’t even properly matched to the beat.

“I’m really not good at this–”

“Then I’ll pick a slower song.” He hesitated, before scrolling through what you imagined to be his playlist. Finally, he turned on a familiar song. Snow flower.

“You listen to this?” He shrugged, before grabbing your hand gently.

“My mom was a fan of the drama. I was only five at the time, but I remember it a little. So Jisub. Don’t a lot of girls like him?” He guided your hands to his shoulders, while his hands cautiously wrapped around your tiny body. You flinched a little at the touch, and his hands recoiled.

“You’re better than him.” The words blurt out before you can stop them. “Sorry. I was just a bit surprised and I couldn’t filter myself,” you whisper, and he nods tensely, before trying once again. Over Park Hyoshin’s beautiful voice, you felt yourself relax a bit, and for the first time ever, you enjoyed dance. It wasn’t quite dancing in the powerful way Woojin had performed, but in the stillness of the minimal movements the two of you were making, it seemed just as breathtaking. You tried to keep your mind away from complicated thoughts, but they pestered you constantly. ‘Why was he doing this? What am I supposed to do after this? Do I just play it cool?’ As the song faded out, he leaned a little closer, wrapping his arms around you in a brief hug. You felt your insides melt, as if everything had just been blown out of reality and you were thrown off into some strange world of fantasy.

“I- I think we should get back to the paper.” You stammer, backing out of his hug, and shuffled towards the dining table. He followed, his cheeks a little pink and his eyes restless. He looked lost, a little disappointed at your reaction, and above all confused. He wanted to get to know you better, and seeing someone dance was a way for him to grow infinitely closer to him or her. To have shared that experience with a girl as timid and quiet as you was an enchanting experience, and he was surprised that you had even gone along with it.

The hours flew by in a silence that would be ruptured by the occasional cough or exceptionally loud scratch of the pencil. You struggled to keep your gaze on the gibberish of words. Something about how the centromere was affected. Another something you kept missing over about the MDA-MB 231 cell line. Triple negative. Iron concentration correlation to what? You peeked up at Woojin, who seemed to be flying through his own work. A small pile of packets he had already finished was beside him, while his to-do list was shortening rapidly. Yours was drastically smaller. ‘I guess I’ll have to stay up and do it today because it’s due in two days,’ you thought somberly, flipping the page. The page ripped a little, and the sound caused Woojin to glance up, his eyes meeting yours.

His expression was unreadable, closer to stoic than anything else. You felt embarrassed and mildly irritated at yourself. What was your luck to have been paired with him? You ducked down towards your work again, and he ran a hand through his bangs, again, while turning back to his own work. The silence stretched on for what seemed like eons, and you willed for something to happen. It was a game of intuition, where you wanted to say something and you were almost positive he did too. You glanced up, about to blurt out some casual conversation starter, but his alarm rang. Dance practice.

“Good job today,” he said quietly. He bit his lower lip, and you were waiting for a few next words that never happened. Instead, he turned to zip up his backpack, gaze pointing downwards. You trailed after him wordlessly to the door, opening the door for him. He smiled a little at the gesture, before reaching out to pat your head once again. “Good night, ____. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You like pears, right?” Woojin asked, before holding out a can. It was pear flavored aloe. You smiled at the gesture, trying to open it. A dull throb from the cut a few days prior ached, and you winced. He took the can from you, walking ahead of you towards the bus stop. You could hear the container open with a pop, and he turned, a teasing smile on his face.

“Stop it. I got that cut because I was preparing food for you,” you sniffed the air indignantly, and he let out a small chuckle. You did not mention the slow dance from yesterday, nor did you even dare of telling him that your thoughts were filled of only him. You had stayed up a few more hours into the early morning, trying to catch up on your work. Luckily, you had actually finished all of your work, and he was almost done. Today would be a breeze.

“I’m sorry, ___.” He handed you the can, and you took a sip. It was sweet and chilled, the way you liked your drinks. You hum in appreciation, and he looked at your face. He loved the way your eyes crinkled into two crescents when you smiled, and how your baby hairs framed your face when there was a breeze. Perhaps you hadn’t an idea, but you were quite pretty to him.

“Do you want a sip?” You ask, confused by his staring. He smiled, accepting the can again. “Man, if I knew you were going to give me this I would have prepared something for you too.” He shrugged, relishing the taste.

“Getting to know such a quiet girl like you was an honor itself,” he mumbled thoughtfully, passing the can back. You pink a little at his words, and fished out his beanie that he had left the night before. You pull it over his face, deliberately covering his eyes with a giggle. He frowned, pulling it up to see your laughing face, and his expression softened immediately.

“Don’t get sulky because of that,” you said, and tapped his nose lightly, before turning to face back towards where the bus was arriving.

“I got this,” he said, and swiped his bus card twice. He actually refilled his card! You grinned, and sat beside him. The bumpy road lulled you to sleep, and dozed off in the late afternoon sun. You woke up from your blissful oblivion at a like poke on the cheek. Woojin was smiling down at you, motioning for you to get off the bus. You groggily followed, and he snorted with laughter as you got off of the vehicle.

“You snore so loud,” he began, and you rolled your eyes. You were always told you were a silent and unmoving sleeper. You were definitely not falling for it. “And you drool!”

“Where is your proof?” You stuck your tongue out, and he laughed, raising his hands in surrender.

“Man, I thought I could get away with it.” You nudge him playfully, and he tossed the empty can into the recycling. He must have taken it when you fell asleep. The thought warmed you a little, and you were constantly surprised by his caring ways. He was perfect, and you were the lucky classmate who got to experience this side of him for a few days. Today is the last day.

“If we finish early, want to go out a bit? It is Friday. I bet we can finish before I have dance. Or, you can come to dance with me.” Woojin looked at you hopefully. You gulped a little, and nodded slowly.

“If we finish early, I supposed I can go out. But I don’t think I can go to your dance studio. Besides, your audition is tomorrow and I wouldn’t want to take away from your practice time.” He nodded slowly, but still a smile formed on his face.

“How much more work do you have? I just need to type up a final paragraph.” You gasped at how much time the two of you had leftover. If you were already finished, then he would be done in a matter of an hour.

“I finished my work last night,” you admitted. He grinned, before nudging you towards the apartment door.

“Then I guess we have more than enough time to hang out. Let me ask Donghyun what there is to do that’s fun in this area– he plans all of our outings so I’m sure he can think of something.” He looked bright, like a child on Christmas morning, and you shook your head in amusement.

“Can I at least change out of the uniform?” He nodded, before pointing at his bag.

“I brought a change of clothes anyways.” You left for your room, heart pounding. He was making it impossible for you to even think of giving up this closeness with him. You dreaded tomorrow even more. In a matter of hours, this spell that created the dreamlike fantasy would be over. He would have no reason to continue being your friend, and you would have no excuse to talk to him. Perhaps you could maintain waving to him in the halls, but that seemed to be the limit at which you two could stay close.

You opted for a simple white tee with rose embroidery on the top, and skinny jeans. He had changed as well by the time you came out and were tying your hair into a ponytail.

“Wow, we’re matching. Is this a couple look?” He asked cheekily, motioning to his own rose embroidered shirt, which was black. You furrowed your brows, trying to not blush at his words. Couple look.

“Did Donghyun reply?” You ask instead, sitting next to him. He shook his head, before taking out his laptop.

“At worst, we can go to an arcade. I’m going to finish this paper really fast. Take a nap or something.” You agreed to his words, hugging your knees to your chest in the seat as you curled up. You let your cheek rest against your knee cap, and let yourself doze off once again. You felt something warm and soft encompass your shoulders, and opened your eyelids just a crack to see his black hoodie draped around you. You could hear him settle back into his seat, the typing restarting as he continued his work. The hoodie smelled like him, something clean and light. Perhaps it was laundry detergent, or his soap, but it was something you wanted to remember forever.

It felt like only a few minutes, but you could see the sun dip below the buildings when Woojin nudged you to get up. He brushed the hair away from your face, trying to stifle his laughter at the giant red circle imprinted on your cheek from your knee. You swatted him away, mumbling some incoherent complaint.

“Don’t worry, it’s kind of endearing. Just… do this.” He pulled the hood up so it covered your head, and you shoved him as he erupted in laughter, the sound beautiful to your ears. “Also, Donghyun said that at evening the food stalls and little stores are nice to visit.” You nodded, before realizing that he had given you his hoodie.

“Don’t you need this?” He shook his head, taking out another one, also black, with the plain white letters ‘BNM’ on it.

“I have another, don’t worry. You’re going to submit this online tomorrow, right?” You nod, and he smiles cheerily, before picking up his bag. “Let’s go then!” He was filled with infectious energy, surprisingly dragging you by the wrist to every destination. He refused to let you buy their fish cakes, so you forced him into accepting the bubble tea instead. You strolled in and out of little shops. He struck silly poses as you clipped on neon pink bows and plastic tiaras to his hair, and he returned the favor by urging you to try on fake moustaches and some hideous bucket hat. The quiet and intimidating boy from the first day was no longer there. Instead, this silly and fun loving soul was showing off his dance moves again on the streets in an impromptu dance battle you two had stumbled upon.

“Go Woojin!” You cheered, eyes glued to the boy as he smirked. He simply knew he was going to kill whatever performance he had, and you loved it. The crowd gathering cheered for him, and it was pretty obvious who the winner was in your eyes. You passed him back his stuff after he shook hands with the other dancer, a satisfied glint in his eyes as sweat was dripping down his face. You wiped it absentmindedly with your handkerchief you had kept in your bag. He smiled sweetly at this, grabbing your hand and lowering it.

“How was I?” He asked, his hand still wrapped around yours. You grin back, unable to deny yourself of this. ‘Just for this one last night… let me enjoy it.’ You rearrange your hand in his grip so they’re comfortably together, much to his pleasant surprise.

“You’re the best no matter what.” You replied honestly. He squeezed your hand, keeping it warm in the cool evening air. His face looked a little nervous, and your eyes widened as he began to move closer to you, his face approaching your own. You were about to let your eyes close, but then a familiar alarm sounded. The two of you jumped apart, and he smiled apologetically.

“I set the alarm a little early so I can walk you back home. It is night, after all.” He took your hand once again, and you obliged. Your heart was racing at the prospect of him doing what exactly. Kissing you? Hugging you? What was going to happen if the alarm hadn’t rung? He led you through the crowd, keeping you close and made sure to have his arm out to part the sea of people. You felt safe, but a sadness suffocated your thoughts. This is it, you thought as you finally arrive at the front of your apartment. He fixed your hair a little, and you try to not let your lip tremble. Where you two really just going to be strangers again? He was too popular, and you were too quiet in school to probably catch his attention in the halls.

“Have a good night.” He said quietly. He lingered a bit, taking in your sleepy appearance in his hoodie, which was too big for you. “Keep the hoodie. I’ll take it back another day.” A small flare of hope to rekindle their friendship.

“Good luck tomorrow.” You stand up on your tippy toes, giving him a chaste peck on the cheek. You both turn red, and you look away. “You should get going now.” You turn for the elevators, and pressed the button, a little dazed at your ability to have even pecked him. ‘He probably won’t want to talk to me after that-’

“Thank you. Today was fun. I’ll be sure to get the spot.” He said, his arms wrapped around you. He let go as the bell notified you both of the elevator’s arrival. “Sleep well.”

It was already late in the afternoon when you woke up. You had taken melatonin to help you sleep at night, and it worked a little too well. Your mother had left for work, as had your father. You sighed, taking your laptop out to submit the paper. You had checked it over a few times out of restlessness last night, and were positive it was submittable for a good grade.

After a quick shower, you pulled on Woojin’s hoodie once again. You loved how soft it was, how it was oversized and covered your hands so only your fingertips poked out, and how simple it was. But above all, you loved how it smelled of him. Your thoughts drifted to him for the nth time since you had woken up. Was his audition going well? Did he even go yet? He said he would be done by early evening or late afternoon, but you had no idea what the actual time was. You sighed. This would not do. You needed something to do.

Your stomach grumbled as you looked at the empty fridge. There were only a few beverages, and a container of kimchi that looked a little too fermented. Go out for a walk, go get some food. That was what you could do. You pulled on your thickest socks and put on your sneakers, the hood up to cover your messy bun. As you opened the door, a gasp made you look up.

Woojin?

The boy was standing there, his hand outstretched to ring the doorbell. He had a bag of what looked like fried pork cutlet and pear aloe drinks. In his other hand was a small teddy bear, one that you had been admiring the night before.

He rubbed his head awkwardly, a sigh escaping his lips. His eyes were embarrassed, and it showed in how red his cheeks were growing.

“H-Hi, ____.” He stammered, before clearing his throat. “I did well like I promised. And I thought maybe you would want some company while you submitted the assignment.” He winced at how stupid his words sounded, and you accepted the bear, looking at it fondly.

“How did you know I liked this?” He straightened up, attempting to speak some sensible words the second time around.

“I saw you staring at it. It was a pair right? I have the other.” He turned so you could see the other bear’s head poking out from his dance bag. “Did you eat? I have food.” He moved towards the door, and you raised an eyebrow. What about his dance team? It looked like he had come back from the competition without even changing, especially by the look of his outfit.

“This is really sweet and all but is there an actual reason? Shouldn’t you be celebrating with the guys?” He coughed at your words, and his face turned a shade redder as he sighed. He shifted the bag of food out of his hand and onto his wrist, before taking your hand.

“I was trying to find a smoother way of doing this but you’re really a difficult girl.” You try to not blush at his words and intense stare. “I wanted to formally confess. I like you a lot, ____.” You felt your face turn more red at this, and he licked his lips, unable to look at you in the face anymore. “I know you probably don’t return it, and that I’m rambling and I probably sound like an idiot, but I had to try-”

“I like you too.” You interrupt. His head shot up, looking at you with widened eyes. His mouth had fallen open, and his lips seemed to not function as he tried to register your words.

“H-huh?”

“I like you.” You repeat bashfully, and finally open the front door. “I think you can come now. I guess I can accept having my boyfriend visit me spontaneously.”

"Love Me"

Originally posted by starryiplier

Request: Can I make a request for an aro reader with an ex boyfriend(from before she knew she was aro) who’s obsessed with her, and mark Tyler and ethan help her out and protect her?

Summary: Fem!Reader’s ex-boyfriend has been giving her a “hard time” (understatement) since they broke up and now the guys are ready to Hulk Smash™ him into the void.

A/N: Hey all, meant to get this up yesterday but I wasn’t feeling sure about how I’d written it so I had the best person ever @sweetnestor beta it and now I’m feeling much better with it lmao. Thanks mah dude you helped BUNCHES. Anyway yup hope you guys enjoy this long ass fic!

Wordcount: 1354, back to my usual length for fics!!!!!!!

Warnings: mention of stalking, panic attack, mention of homophobia (is that what it’s called when it’s against someone that’s aro or is there a different word for that?? I’m not sure am srry)

Requests are closed for the time being friends, sorry about that!

It didn’t take long for the gang to realize something was wrong. You’d been holed up in your house for a few days already, very unlike your usual energetic self. How could they blame you? You could barely walk to the restroom without having a panic attack and they expected you to leave your safe space? Not gonna happen.

Not when every noise reminds you of him. Every knock at the door, every creak of the house, every tap on the window sent you into a frenzy. Your boyfriend had always had a… crazy way of showing his affection for you. As your ex he was no different, especially under the circumstances of the split.

Nonetheless by the end of week one of isolation every noise set you off, especially the doorbell. This time was no different. You dove under the covers, praying that whoever was there would just go away. The ringing persisted, followed by a few curt knocks at the door. When you heard the familiar creak of the door opening you felt you heart jump into your throat. Your blood ran cold through your body, your eyes were as big as saucers, your breathing short and shallow.

The footsteps continued, is there more than one intruder? Had he brought his friends? You felt around under the covers and grabbed the baseball bat you’d started keeping in bed with you.

“Ok self,” you whispered to yourself, “you’ll be fine. Just beat the shit out of them before they beat the shit out of you. Go.”

You slowly tip toed towards the living room, careful to avoid every creaky board. You jumped out from around the corner, ready to swing at the threat. Instead you heard your scream mingle with 3 deeper ones.

“AH- What the fuck?!” You screamed, falling back onto the couch behind you. The boys before you had the same reaction, more or less. “Why are you here trying to give me a hEART ATTACK?”

“Well why are you lurking around with a baseball bat in your own home?” Mark exclaimed as he clutched at his chest and tried catching his breath.

“To be fair, you did walk into my house unannounced,” you gasped for air, trying to fill your burning lungs.

“Yeah sorry, I still have that key you gave me when you moved out,” Tyler replied sheepishly as he held the small piece of metal up for you to see.

“You- shouldn’t have- done that-” you sputtered panting for breath. Shit, the panic was settling in.

“Hey are you ok?” Ethan asked as he sat down beside you, recognizing the symptoms of your oncoming panic attack. “Hey it’s ok, we’re sorry we just barged in here. Take some deep breaths with me?”

You were struggling to form a coherent string of words, but Ethan’s hand felt nice on your back and the tension lifted a little bit. “In, out, there you go just like that,” Ethan continued coaching you through the attack. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mark and Tyler make worried eye contact before they ran into the kitchen. Out they came just moments later, water bottle and blanket in hand.

“Just let me know when you’re good, keep breathing for me,” Ethan whispered as he opened the bottle for you and placed it in your hand. “Drink when you’re ready.”

It felt like you’d sat there wheezing and crying for an eternity, staring at the ground hearing your heart pound in your ears. Ethan sat by you through it all, rubbing your back over the blanket Tyler placed on you. To be honest, after a while you forgot you weren’t alone. Everything just kind of fell away from you, the only thing anchoring you to reality was the hand at your back and the hand on your knee.

You looked up and saw Mark rubbing at his forehead while Tyler paced in front of you nervously. Something about the sight was calming to you. At least while they’re here I know he won’t get to me, the thought did it for you. You took the first deep and satisfying breath of the week.

“I, I think I’m good,” you said, still a little short of breath but loads better than before.

“Will you tell us what’s wrong?” Mark asked, kneeling in front of you to look you in the eyes. “We were worried before but, Jesus y/n, I think we were as scared as you were during that episode.”

“I really don’t think you were, Mark,” you answered.

“What Mark meant to say is that if we weren’t worried before we’re definitely worried now. What’s got you so on edge?” Tyler asked as he sat in the seat next to you and pulled you into a warm side hug.

“It’s…“ you paused. Were you ready for them to know? You could already see their reactions, not pretty.

“You can tell us y/n, we just want to make you feel better,” Ethan added.

Maybe it was the softness in his voice, or the worry lines scattered on Mark’s forehead, or the sound of Tyler’s slightly elevated heart beat ringing in your ears, or maybe a culmination of the three. Something told you they had to know. “It’s Isaac.”

“Isaac? What did he do?” Mark’s voice dropped an octave as he shot up into the air. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, not yet.” You voice wavered. You could feel the tears coming on and there was nothing you could to stop it. “He didn’t take me coming out v-very well. Hasn’t left me alone since the b-breakup.” With tears in your eyes you looked down at the floor, “He comes a-and knocks on my door in the middle of the night. He taps on my window. He e-even leaves notes around the security cameras saying creepy sh-shit like h-how he’ll get me to lo-love him if it’s the last thing he d-does.”

The notes were definitely the worst part of the whole ordeal. He knew you’d leave the cameras on, and he knew you’d keep checking them. That sadistic fuck knew you so well and it was driving you insane with fear.

Mark’s knuckles were fisted so tight they were turning white. Tyler’s heart rate had increased by ten fold before he stood abruptly and began pacing once again, this time out of anger rather than worry. Ethan just held your crying body close to him, rubbing at your back once more. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He whispered.

“I was scared. I am scared.” You responded.

“We’d never let anything happen to you, bub. You know that right?” Mark said, pulling you out of Ethan’s arms and into his own.

“You’re staying with me,” Tyler said, already on his way to your room to pack you an overnight bag.

“We’ll all stay at my house. We’ll sleep on the floor in the living room and watch over you while you sleep, sound good?” Mark suggested as he held you at an arms length to wipe away your tears.

“We’ll get the girls to come over too,” Ethan called out from your bathroom as he grabbed your some of your essentials. “It’ll be like a big sleepover!”

Tyler came back in, duffel resting over his shoulder as he made his way to you and squeezed your shoulder, “He’ll regret ever making you feel like this if we ever see him again. He won’t get near you while we’re around.”

Ethan came back in, your makeup bag and travel bag with him. “You’ll be safe with us.” He said with a small smile.

“I love you guys,” you said, a whole new wave of tears running down your cheeks.

“We love you more,” Mark said with a smile as he pulled you towards the door. “Also, just letting you know, there’s literally nothing you can do to stop us from calling the cops on that scumbag Isaac.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”


A/N 2.0 Hey wow I’m actually v happy with how this came out, what a change of pace. I hope you guys enjoyed this one! It’s a bit dark, I know, but as soon as I read the request and started on it I just knew that this would be a great opportunity to write some good old fashioned angst! Anyway yup here it is thanks @sweetnestor again for beta'ing this and helping me work out the kinks! Greatly appreciated :D (ps you guys should check out her stuff too bc it’s AMAZEBALLS and she’s 20x better at writing the Angst™ than I am lmao)

Special thanks to the anon that requested this! It was really fun to write and idk I don’t get a lot of opportunities to write angst or just the boys so this was really fun for me. Also the request was just v intriguing and something that I’d read too so it was cool to get to write it! I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME 1639031 YEARS TO GET TO PLS FORGIVE ME.

Requests are closed for now, sorry dudes!

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1769 - Steve x Reader

Summary:  You’re an Avenger by the name Anima, whose powers are immortality and invulnerability. You’re on a mission with a few from the team when your abilities are put to a test.

Warnings: Light swearing, light violence.

Words: +2 900

A/N: Please request! I’m up for writing just about anyting! Also, this is my first writing on this blog so please go easy on me :)))))))))

Originally posted by flyngdream

Truth be told, I quite like the thrill of warfare. Call me damaged and psychotic all you want, but there’s something about it that gets me riled up like nothing else. Perhaps it’s the patriotism in me igniting for fighting for my country? Perhaps it’s the built up rage being relieved by punching a few bad guys in the face? Perhaps it’s the fact that I know I won’t fall on the battlefield? I can’t really put a finger on the reason as to why I enjoy it so much. Maybe I am a lunatic? I don’t think I’d know if I were one. Lunacy tends to shield itself rather well from the person it possess. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised if a doctor went on to tell me I was medically mad. The amount of bloodbaths I’ve gone through with a smile on my face are too many to count on my both hands.

“Y/N?” Steve called out as he looked across the Quinjet from his seat to mine, a crease carved between his brows. “We lost you there for a second.”

Had they? I didn’t realize I had been so deep in my daydreaming. “Sorry, just memorizing the Declaration of Independence in my head.” She made fun of the Captain of the America who always rolled his eyes at her nationalistic comments.

“I was going over the plan. Are you okay with being ground-bound on the west side? According to the little intel we have, that’s the side that’s the most guarded area of the premises. Lang and I will head for the center to get the files while Romanoff and Barton guard the entrance. All you need to focus on is the-”

“Bomb, yes, I got it.” She saluted only to receive yet another eye-roll.

“I hate to interrupt, but am I the only one worried that this bomb might go off? Who says it’s not an atomic bomb? We could put a big hole in the middle of Canada’s map here.” Scott said, anxiously looking between the group of five who had been assigned the mission to infiltrate the newly created Hydra facility in the middle of the cold, harsh Northwest Territories.

“It’s not atomic and it won’t blow up. If it does however, I can’t promise that I’ll go to your funeral.” She leaned her head back casually and shut her eyes to rest for a moment.

“Oh- oh you douche. That’s a low blow.” Scott whined.

“Stop it, both of you. This is a serious mission that we have in front of us. Hydra have never had a permanent structure this close to America before. If I were you, I’d take this a little more seriously. God knows what they’re up to out here.” Steve lectured before his eyes trailed out the window to the seemingly endless forests spreading out beneath them. He remained staring out for a while with an empty look in his eyes before returning his focus to within the aircraft. “How far off are we?”

“T minus 2 minutes, according to this shitty GPS system Tony upgraded to.” Natasha informed from her seat in the cockpit.

 ”You know I’m on the line, right?“ Tony’s voice erupted into everyone’s earpiece. ”Talk shit about my equipment agin and you might just have to use your own.“

“I’ll happily do that anyway. Hell, even the GPS on my phone is better than this.”

“Stop!” Steve repeated, louder and more urgently this time. I looked at him and could see the worry in his eyes which was an unsettling sight. The whole mission was really setting him on edge. Hydra had been his arch nemesis since day one as Captain America. Maybe she didn’t know everything about them, but as far as her knowledge stretched, Hydra had never left Europe in this way before, not by settling down at least. Maybe she was too uneducated about the subject to even assume how things had been and how they were, but Steve really seemed to dislike that they were so close this time around.

“We’re approaching.” Natasha broke the short silence which had filled up the Quinjet awkwardly. “I don’t know how high tech these guys are, but if they have radars, we’ve been on them for a couple of minutes at least.”

“Right. Just prepare for drop-off and we’ll handle things as we go. Y/L/N, you’re up first.” Steve ordered and I simply nodded. I unbuckled and stood up, looking down on my black and grey suit with imbedded with hundreds of vibranium disks, making it flexible yet damage-safe of incoming projectiles of as good as any kind. I slid my finger across the keypad by the back and the mechanism to the door began to buzz as the hanger lowered. Air whirled inside violently and wipped my ponytail around my neck to my throat and I narrowed my eyes as I observed the ground that no longer was so far beneath us. There was straight road which cut through the forest, leading up to the Hydra outpost with at least four guard towers along its way that I could see. No doubt there were more around the facility itself.

“Ready for drop off?” Clint, who had been silent for the hour prior, called back to make sure I was good to go. I held up a thumbs up, and on cue, the jet slowed down and steadied whilst hovering in the air.

I exhaled deeply before turning my back to the open back of the aircraft and closing my eyes again, feeling the wind grab onto my snug attire as I let myself fall backwards. As I continued to fall I peaked my eyes open, seeing the Quinjet flying across the grounds to where Steve and Scott would be dropped off. As a couple of seconds passed, I arched my back and raised my arms above my head skillfully until my body swung around in the air and aimed with my feet down. Only a split second went by before I landed with a ground breaking thud, literally. I would like to think that I timed the turn due to skill, but knowing myself it was most likely because of coincidence.

As I stood there, thanking higher forces that I had spared myself from an embarrassing landing with my whole back facing down, bullets began to pepper at my side. I slowly turned towards their source only to find three Hydra soldiers brutally shouting as they did little to none in damage. As they began to realize that themselves, their facial features turned from offensive to defensive and their open fire ceased until none existent.

“I already hate you guys…” I couldn’t help but mumble as I picked up speed with the three soldiers in my sight. In panic, they opened fire again. Bullets rained down on me like a goddamn, tropical storm and I could feel them ricochet off of both my armor and my skin. When I finally reached them, I grabbed a hold of one and threw him over the two others, knocking them all to the ground. They tried to scramble to their feet but before they could I held one of their rifles in my hand and grabbed the end of the barrel.

“Don’t…” I used the weapon as a golf club and hit the head of one of the men, knocking him out. “Be…” I hit another. “Dicks!” I hit the end of the weapon in the head of the remaining soldier and let it go afterwards, the rifle flying down the cliffs which began shortly outside of the fence surrounding the premises.

“Language.” Steve commented into my earpiece and I couldn’t help but let out a long groan.

“Don’t you start with that again.” I warned him, not in the mood to have my profanity pointed out. As the line remained silent after that I grabbed the two rifles left on the ground before I continued my way inside. I put my free hand into the net fencing and tore it apart, creating a hole large enough for me to enter through. A soldier patrolling on the roof of the concrete structure opened fire and I took one of the rifles in my hand and threw it like a dart, knocking the soldier to the ground like someone had slapped a fly with a flapper.

“Tell me when you got eyes on your target, Anima.” It was Steve again, and my focus was pulled from reality upon hearing him call me by my superhero name, or whatever I was. He never used it, never used any of the names we all were called. I can’t honestly tell if I like it or not. I can’t tell in what way he said it either. Unemotionally and negatively, or motivationally and inspiringly?

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t think of a witty answer. A few soldiers had rushed out upon hearing the shooting and fired at my head and upper body, a few bad shots hitting my legs and the ground behind me. “Could you not?” I turned towards them. As they didn’t as much as stutter in their attack, I took the last rifle and threw it towards them. They flew back into the wall beside the door where they had exited and unconsciously sagged to the ground into a pile.

Anima was not something I came up with myself, but I did allow it to stick around. Originally it had been Peter’s idea. When I first became part of the team, months after things had settled after their civil dispute, a late night in the Stark Tower after an all too long party, a rather tipsy Tony insisted that I should have a superhero name. I had refused at first but everyone else had liked Tony’s idea and before I knew it, Peter had names me after the Latin word for life. It grew in the team and I didn’t really argue about the naming, so it stuck. Now, that A clings onto the upper parts of my suit like an emblem I should be proud to wear, which I actually kind of am.

I was inside before I knew it but things didn’t exactly looked how my mind had pictured. There was a huge room like that of a hangar, a few cars in one end and a dozen of guards surrounding my obvious target in the very center. They opened fire, just like all their coworkers, and I pushed forwards in their peppering ammunition.

“God that’s loud.” Clint commented on the line, referring to noise from my end.

“I’ve tried to tell them to stop a few times now but it seems they don’t want to listen.” I replied as I reached the men. They tried to engage in hand to hand combat instead but I began to knock out one by one slowly but surely. As my focus was on grabbing a guy from the floor and toss him down the large room, a crash filled my left ear as I felt a poke at my cheek. I turned my head around just in time to see the shards of a knife fall to the floor, a soldier standing with its handle by my head where he had attempted to pierce it.

“Did- did you just try to stab me, in the face?” I questioned him, watching the blood drain from his own face in absolute horror. “Do you know how much I like my face?!” I grabbed hold of his body armor and slammed him down to the ground. His helmet pushed up over his forehead but he was still able to see. “Did you seriously think I’d let you get away with that?”

I waited, gave him time to come up with some kind of an answer, but as he began to whimper in fear and rattle like a dry leaf in the wind, I used my head against his own to juggernaut his ass to sleep. I rose to my feet, eyes locking onto the bomb centered in the great hall when I noticed the small screen on it, my limbs numbing upon realization.

“Fuck!” My hands reflexively went to my head to pull at my hair, but it was tightly kept back and I felt my hands drop to my sides.

“Lang-”

“It has a timer!” I interrupted Steve, definitely not in the mood to be scolded cause of my language. “The bomb has a fucking timer on two minutes!”

“What?” It was Natasha, not wanting to believe what I was saying.

“One minute fifty seconds! There are no buttons on it, no wires. I can’t disarm it!” I could feel my breaths becoming shallow, my heart racing inside my chest. I’ve never been worried about dying, simply because I can’t, but everyone I know doesn’t have the blessing in a curse of being immortal and invulnerable. The blast radius of the bomb could be the size of the room it was in, but most likely it would wipe out the entire base and then some. Hell, even what Scott said about it being an atomic one seemed plausible when the timer was ticking down right before my very own eyes.

“Scott, you need to get to Y/N and get inside the bomb. We need to disarm it..” Steve ordered and I just shook my head, not caring that no one was around to see me do it.

“There’s no time! I’m improvising.” I watched as the timer went past one minute as I picked it up, cradling the cylindric piece of metal in my arms. I could hear Steve yell something about not doing anything stupid through my earpiece, but frankly, I couldn’t care less of what he had to say. I was holding a bomb and god knows how much it’ll take down with it if it goes off. I emerged from the door I had entered through, almost tripping over the soldiers still hanging around outside. I began to turn the corner when more billets began to rain down and I threw myself back to the safety of the wall. That way was a no go, so to the left it was.

I walked around the other corner of the extended part of the facility, a clearing which seemed to be a landing area for helicopters and such expanding before me. I glanced down at the bomb, seeing that the timer was down to forty already. “I’m north west of my drop-off point and I really need you guys not to come here right now.” I said as I came to the middle of the landing platform, kneeling to the ground with the bomb resting against my thighs.

“Y/N, I see you.” It was Steve. I looked up only to see him and Scott further away, far enough so that I couldn’t see their faces properly. “Don’t do this. We don’t know if you’ll survive!”

“Get back, Captain!” I called out, probably audible physically as well as over the intercom. “I walked around Hiroshima the day after the bomb dropped. I kissed a guy who died of the plague, whilst he was kissing me! I’ll be fine!”

“You’ve never contained a bomb before, you stubborn idiot! Drop it and run!” Steve truly begged now.

I looked down towards the timer, seeing it count down to ten. I took long breaths, feeling my body relax as I cradled over the bomb and covered as much of it as I could, a smile spreading on my face. “Cover your ears, guys. This one is gonna be loud-”

The bomb detonated. Flames whirled out from the areas where her body hadn’t covered it. Steve and Scott flew into the wall behind them as the shockwave rammed into them. The ground quakes at their feet and the Hydra base around them rattled in the bombs wake. Steve crawled up to his hands and knees before grabbing ahold of the wall for support. His knees buckled but he managed to stand, eyes gazing out over the helipad where he saw nothing but smoke.

“No…” He felt his heart sink. “No, no, no. Please-”

Steve went quiet as the smoke began to clear out, my body being detectable in its midst. I brushed sooth off of my attire, pouring as it stained the grey fabric black.

“Are you kidding me? I just cleaned this.” I tried to rub it with my fabric clad hand, my fingers peaking out from the fingerless gloves being just as black as them thanks to the sooth which was there too, along with the rest of my body.

“Oh you f-…” Steve cut himself off, beginning to jog my way. I tried to not look over at him as if I hadn’t noticed him. Instead, I nonchalantly continued my useless attempts in cleaning myself up. As Steve from out of nowhere was an arms length away, I looked up only to have two, huge arms wrapped around me. My eyes blew open and my body remained stiff as a stick as he continued to hug me without remorse.

“Uh… Steve? You good?” I questioned as I tried to wiggle my arms free and could feel him tighten his grip of me instead. After a few more seconds he let go and looked into my eyes, his being burning red from the smoke around us.

“You’re a damn idiot, you know that?” He seemed to wait for an answer, and I awkwardly broke eye contact before smiling again.

“I was born in 1769, Steve. I think I’ll live a little longer.”

Imagine your husband, Negan, comforting you and making you laugh to calm you down from your panic attack

(Wooo Negan being cute and himself of course XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

You could feel it. Your breath growing shorter and harsher, your head spinning, the whole room getting smaller.

All of that from overthinking, about what? You couldn’t even remember really. One moment, you were right there along with the others women, the next you just didn’t felt right. Was it something they said? Something they did? A mixture of both perhaps, that had gotten you so perplexed and to the heart, you felt ill from all of it.

Trying to not think about them anymore, you carefully stood up and felt some arms and hands reaching to you. They were trying to help and assess the situation, thinking you would need it.

Feeling some restraints, you pulled away from them and try to get away. They persisted and panic set inside of you. You wanted to get away from them but you felt yourself weakening, only faintly begging them to stop.

Tears were forming and your breath was beyond unstable, you wanted to scream but nothing came out. Still you struggled to get away from any of them but suddenly you felt a firm grasp pulling you back.

“The fuck are you all doing?! That’s not a way to handle my Y/N!”

The harsh and loud tone, mixed with the cuss word instantly woke you up from your dazed and confused state. Your body pressed against his, made you look up as you realized your husband had been the one to bring you back.

“We’re sorry Negan…It’s just she seemed to be panicking and we wanted to help…”

“Yeah?! Well that’s not how you do it! You come over to me and tell me about it that’s how it’s done! None of you are qualified to calm her! If anything you’re all stressing the fuck out of her!”

At those words, everyone had gotten quiet and Negan pulled you along with him. You feebly followed him, hanging onto him as much your strength could handle.

He noticed your still unstable breathing and had walked at a slower pace to let you time to recollect yourself.

“Hey, babydoll…It’s okay…I’m here now…Take your time…”

His voice had completely change from earlier. He was much more soft spoken and seemed genuinely worried about the situation. Hearing him, made you nod in agreement and slowly you took a few deep breaths.

You slowly tried to stand up straighter and let go of him. However, with his hand wrapped around your forearm that clung to him, he didn’t let you a chance.

He didn’t want you to let go of him, in fact he wanted you to hold onto him as long as you could.

“We’re almost there…”, he said as you both stepped closer and closer to your shared bedroom.

You nodded and as you neared it, you felt yourself slowly calming down. He walked in the room and closed the door behind, locking it to make sure no one would come in and bother you both.

~~~~

It wasn’t the first time this happened, heck you had been like this since the first day you met him. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from seeing your bright and cheery mood and falling madly in love with you to the point where you were his only wife.

He sat you down by the bed and carefully let go of you to kneel right in front of you. He grabbed a hold of both your hands in his and reached over to hold your chin, making you look at him.

Your gaze became more and more focused on him as looked right back at you, all while trying to calm you down, as gently as he could.

“It’s alright baby…It’s just you and me here…Ain’t no one fucking with us…Ain’t no one’s going to fuck with us in fact…Only us afterwards…”

Slowly, your heart had stop beating crazily and started to stabilize itself. You nodded along and ended up calming yourself to see his grin.

He always had a silly face on no matter what, it seemed to you but nonetheless, you couldn’t deny that it was thanks to him you could calm yourself so peacefully.

“Breathe in and out…you know like most human beings here…Hold onto my hands tightly, cause really if you don’t i’m gonna jump right on you and take you right there…”

As you squeezed his hands, you couldn’t help but crack a smile and let out slight laughter. He was distracting you obviously with his humor all while helping you as much as he could.

“Your heart is slowly slowing down…Right just like it should be…otherwise i’m gonna have to get a real fucking doctor in here…”

It truly relieved you to hear him only and to be away from the crowd that had grown within the bar room.

~~~~

You both sat there for a while, you looking at him, him smirking at you. You could tell he wanted to talk but had stayed quiet to let you take your ease.

With things getting back to normal, you pulled his hands closer to yours. Noticing your still teary eyes, he made a move to wipe them off and got closer to you.

In a whisper, he asked you, “Babe, what’s wrong? What the hell did they do to freak you out like that?”

Looking down, you shook your head at him.

“Nothing…I-It was stupid…I think…”

“Stupid? Even more interesting please do tell…”

You chuckled again to hear him and just knew he was adding on to relieve your heart and mind. Truthfully, you knew you couldn’t hide it from for more time than this and would have to let them know.

He chuckled along with you and had gotten up to sit by your side, rubbing your back all while still holding one of your hands.

You took a deep breath and tried to brush off the problem as much as you could, not wanting it to be a bigger deal than your mind had made of it.

“I-It was some of the girls…I overheard some of them saying things about you and me…You know things like how I stole you with my body…and how-”

Cutting you off, he added incredulously, “You didn’t steal me!”

His eyes widening and utter shock, made your heart jump yet nonetheless smile even more.

~~~

Seeing how you smiled and how you looked at him, with that look that just screams “You’re an idiot”, he knew he had to keep it up and make you forget whatever had been on your mind.

“If anything I stole you first! I made the move! Sure you’re body helped but really the fucking thief here is me!”

His hold on you wasn’t as firm as earlier but turned into a fun kind of comfort as he ended up letting go of your back and only squeezed your hand.

You knew you could add on more to make it last longer and simply said, “True but that’s not what they think…It’s only me in their eyes…”

“Unbefuckinglievable! I can’t believe this shit!”

With a flair of dramatic, he had gotten to his feet and let go of you to exclaim loudly, making you let out your laughter.

He turned his back to you and started to point at you.

“Are you playing with me? Why are you laughing?”

As he looked at you, you couldn’t help but try to hold in your laughter as you shook your head in denial.

“No! I’m not joking that’s what they said! They…They also said…It was strange of you to only want me of all people…”

He scoffed. You, strange please he thought. Of anything you were the only there that understood him and his needs. As he looked at you smiling and acting shy, he felt his heart racing and remembered something else completely making him smirk.

He knew he had made the right choice to only have you as his partner in life and never had he regretted. Looking at you, just reminded him that and he had to let you know.

~~~

He walked back towards you and grabbed both your hands to kneel in front of you again.

In the most solemn tone, he said, “Y/N…In all seriousness though…Don’t listen to them…Sure you did kinda stole my fucking heart away from me…Like you ripped it out of my chest and kept it since but it’s just cause they’re jealous they didn’t get that chance…”

Understanding his meaning you nodded and your peace of mind was truly appeased, only he had to continue on to truly make you know how much you’re the only on that matters.

“They’re just jealous that their pussy didn’t impress me as much as yours did really if you think about it…Like by choosing you…It’s like a big “Your pussy ain’t shit compared to Y/N’s pussy” or no even better a big “I, Negan don’t even want your free offer of pussy, Y/N’s giving it to me good! Her pussy is the only one I need!” So really it’s all praises to you baby!“

At that you burst out into laughter and could see his funny point of view on things. He laughed along with you, thinking himself to be clever and funny as well.

Your stomach was hurting from how he delivered those silly remarks and truly you had to let go of him to hold your stomach to try and ease the pain.

~~~

His hands had dropped to your knees and legs as he let you have your happy moment.

Wiping your tears from the laughter, you grabbed his hand back and thanked him honestly.

"Thank you, honey…That was oddly sweet and kind of you…”

“You’re welcome…You don’t know ever need to feel bad about this whole thing…Just own it and tell them "Hell yeah I got him!” they’ll learn to let it go sooner or later!“

You nodded along and slowly felt him letting go of your hands.

Instead his hands dropped to your thighs and were slowly sliding to the side were he decided to rub you.

He inched closer and went to your waist to grip your pants.

"I’ll be honest babe…This whole talk about your pussy got me hard…You wouldn’t mind if I…If I took a taste out of it…”

It took you by surprised and feeling the huskiness in his sudden tone, you felt yourself getting warm at his suggestion.

Your mind went blank and you didn’t knew what to say but shrug.

“Oh come on…I want to…and plus you’ll feel even less stressed over this…I can promise you that…”

He winked, smirking as he continue to pull your pants down, only to make you want him and eagerly nod.


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The initial spike of terror had passed– Edward was still standing in the bathroom, his glass lay shattered on the ground and the water was still running. His toothbrush lay in the sink forgotten. The thing he had spotted in the mirror– the shadow of a dark uniform trenchcoat hanging on the inside of the linen closet door– still hung there innocently.

Edward sucked in a deep breath but his chest still felt tight, was still contracted with fear. He felt like he was floating outside his body, but both his feet felt like blocks of concrete, immovable and heavy. Cold sweat burst out across his skin and, despite the sweater and lounge pants, he started shivering uncontrollably as his weight became impossible to hold up and Ed sunk to the ground.

He tried to breathe again, but now it was like his chest had locked up entirely, and the fuzzy threads of panic began to weave in over the first jagged edges of fear, softening them down but somehow being so much worse than his initial fight-or-flight reaction.

“Edward?”

Roy’s voice was muffled as Edward stared at the tiled ground and broken glass. He was distantly aware that he had put his hands on his head, but couldn’t seem to remember doing it, nor could he really feel them.

Another sucked in breath and his chest felt like it was screaming in pain.

“Edward.”

Roy’s knees came into the darkened edges of Edward’s vision. It seemed like a black sheet had been tossed over him– cutting him off from the world while it went on around him and left him alone, left him with nothing but crawling fear and a slow sense of suffocation.

“Edward, you’re pulling your hair out. Come on, let go of your hair–”

Roy’s hands pulled his fingers away from his hair. Edward’s hearing still felt like pillows were pressed against his ears, but there was no mistaking that the low keening noise that left his mouth was his own.

“Edward, do you know where you are?”

Ed couldn’t speak, couldn’t swallow past the knot that had twisted up in his throat. He managed a trembling nod instead.

“That’s good. You’re having a panic attack, Edward,” Roy explained quietly, suddenly very close to his ear. “You’re hyperventilating right now. That’s why your chest hurts right now. You’re inhaling and forgetting to exhale. Why don’t you try that, alright? Close your eyes and focus on your breathing.”

Ed– obeyed. He closed his eyes, blotting out the world outside himself and focusing on the fire that was raging inside his lungs. He opened his mouth and tried to breathe again, but it was like the mechanics were broken, like the time the hydraulics in his automail had slipped and the whole thing had locked up and Winry had called him an idiot a million times while trying to fix it.

“It’s alright,” Roy said in his ear, and it was then that Edward realized he’d been whimpering something that sounded approximately like “I’m sorry” over and over again. “It’s okay. You’re okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for. Just keep trying.”

Edward nodded numbly, hacking in another shuddering breath as he fought the salt-sting of tears in his eyes. He was exhausted, too exhausted to fight against the black rot that was building up inside him, weakening him from the inside out and making him fall apart. He was fighting his way up an oil slick and losing, and–

“I know,” Roy was speaking in his ear again. “I know it’s hard. I know this feels like it’s never going to be over but it’ll pass, Edward. I promise you that you can get through this.”

Ed gasped again, trying and nodding and outright panting like a dog, drool sliding out of his mouth as he did. He tried to swallow again and failed, but Roy didn’t seem to mind the drool as he wiped Edward’s face with a wet dishrag. Warm, slightly damp hands suddenly skirted Ed’s sides, pressing in comfortingly as chills overtook him again and he began to shake.

“Focus on breathing, Edward,” Roy murmured, “That’s what you need to do. Try breathing through your nose. Go slow.”

Ed obeyed again. He closed his mouth, inhaling again before finally, finally exhaling. It felt like goddamn relief, like an overinflated balloon being released and left, stretched and worn out on the floor. The pressure in his chest eased and Edward did it again, breathing in sharply before exhaling. The pounding in his ears suddenly subsided, and it took Ed a second to realize just how close he had been to passing out entirely.

“Good,” Roy murmured, “Keep going. Keep on.”

Ed did so, focusing his attention away from the bleak hopelessness that threatened to drag him back into a web of panic. It was a struggle, and by the time his breathing was under control again, he felt like he’d been swimming upstream for hours. His muscles were burning from exertion and he’d fallen completely limp, sagging into Roy’s arms.

“It’s okay,” Roy was saying softly into his ear, and Edward realized that he was making small, half-broken sobbing sounds into the fabric of Roy’s shirt. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

It didn’t, it really didn’t, but Ed nodded anyway, suddenly feeling his hands for the first time in–

Well. Time felt a bit skewed. He felt like he’d been there for hours, but realistically Ed knew that wasn’t right, that Roy would have taken him to a hospital if he hadn’t been properly breathing for hours.

Edward opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh light of the bathroom. The glass pieces of his rinsing cup had been scattered across the floor. His hands were fisted in the front of Roy’s shirt. Edward managed a small start at the sight of the blood smears in the fabric, then looked up at Roy. The older man’s dark eyes watched him steadily, albeit with obvious worry.

“You put your hand down in the glass before I could stop you.”

Ed didn’t remember that. He couldn’t remember feeling anything, just hearing Roy’s voice and wallowing in the dark panic that had arisen inside him, and–

Ed raised his eyes up to the linen closet. The trench coat still hung innocently inside, one sleeve hanging out from where it had been shoved. Roy followed his gaze to the closet, narrowing his eyes at the darkness within.

“Was it the door?” he asked quietly, arms strengthening around Ed, “Edward, was it the Gate?”

Ed’s breath hitched. He’d thought the coat was– he had thought it was just something behind him, here in the safety of Roy’s house. The Gate hadn’t even been something he’d considered, but it could’ve– maybe it was–

“Breathe,” Roy suddenly instructed, and Edward realized he was started to hyperventilate again. “Come on, you’ve got this. Breathe.”

Ed forced himself to breathe through his nose against for a few moments, tearing his eyes away from the closet and back to Roy. Roy nodded at him, using one hand to smooth his bangs back from his damp face.

“Alright,” he said softly, “We can talk about the whys later. Let’s get you out of here.”

Roy stood and pulled Edward up by his elbows. His knees were like jelly, and he felt like a drunken toddler as Roy half-walked, half-carried him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom down the hall. Edward looked around the room, eyes widening at the discarded uniform on the dresser as he realized that he was in Roy’s bedroom. Roy, for his part, didn’t seem perturbed that he had invited Ed into his private space, instead seating Edward on the bed. He grabbed the slightly rumpled comforter and helped to drag it around Ed’s shoulders, and it was then that Edward realized just how damn cold he felt.

“It’s adrenaline,” Roy explained, sitting down beside Edward, “Why you’re feeling like this. You’re bottoming out after a rush of panic. You’ll be okay, just stay in the blanket.”

Ed worked his mouth for several long moments. He felt… battered, Broken. Like someone had hit him with a car and backed up and hit him again just for fun.

“I’m sorry,” he managed, the first time he felt coherent in forever. “I don’t– I broke–”

“It’s alright,” Roy said soothingly, “A cup can be replaced or fixed. That’s not what I’m worried about.”

                          ———  

Okay this went from a three paragraph blurb to an excerpt out of a full story. I’ll sit down and actually write a full story that actually makes sense I suppose, because this one meanders from Ed brushing his teeth at Roy’s house to not being accustomed to Roy’s bedroom? I literally wrote this in the post and made shit up along the way. Wanted to explore Edward not getting through his many traumas as effortlessly as the animes tend to portray and then it turned into this mess.

anonymous asked:

Headcanon for Rfa (+ trio, if you like) upon discovering MC is gifted at massage? This can be as tame or nsfw as you please 😄 hope I did this right...😶

So I’m actually a massage therapist IRL, and this is great, it’s just….. I just wanted to say, I’m happy that this is a request, it’s nice, but this will NEVER be NSFW because the sexualization of my profession is a very real problem, and… I would like to request you all to avoid sexualizing it in the future.

Well, with that serious note out of way, let’s get to this!


Yoosung

  • He was super stressed out over a term paper he had to finish
  • Yoosung had been hunched over a desk all weekend, writing, working, and stressing
  • So MC came up behind him and began rubbing his shoulders when he had his head in his hands
  • The simple action made Yoosung immediately relax and slump backwards into his chair, allow MC a better angle
  • They talked a little as she rubbed his shoulders
  • When she stopped, Yoosung was sleepy and distracted, but it was also late and he had school the next day, so MC dragged him off to bed
  • He started asking for shoulder rubs from time to time after that
  • After a while, MC teaches him how to return the favor so that he can take care of her too

Jaehee

  • Jaehee invited MC over after a long day at the cafe, and they started watching a Zen movie over some popcorn and tea
  • Then MC noticed the way Jaehee was sitting, with her feet elevated and a cold compress on them
  • When she offered to massage Jaehee’s feet, Jaehee wasn’t expecting much, but the moment MC started digging in, she nearly passed out
  • In fact, within minutes, she completely fell asleep with MC massaging her feet
  • When Jaehee woke up, her feet felt like they were new, like she could put weight on them without pain
  • She was so impressed, Jaehee asked MC to teach her
  • Afterwards, MC and Jaehee made it a point to meet up once a week, watch something together, and rub each other’s feet while on the couch
  • MC even buys and brings some peppermint lotion to help with the massage

Zen

  • Zen was freaking out
  • He’d had a crick in his back for a few days and it wasn’t going away, so he was super concerned
  • When Zen described the pain and the location, MC knew exactly what was hurting him
  • So she had Zen lay face down on the bed, topless for easy access to his back, then she stood next to him and got to work
  • MC moved her hands in ways he never would have thought of, following invisible lines with the tips of her fingers, digging in harder than he thought she would or could in some places
  • When MC moved away, he’d zoned out, and slowly came back to reality at the sound of her voice
  • When she asked him how he was feeling, he dreamily said, “good” not even thinking about the pain he’d been in
  • About 15 minutes later, however, Zen got his clarity of mind back and realized, “my pain is gone!”
  • He gushed to MC about what a good job she does, and while she blushes, she says, “well I should hope so after all that training I went through.”

Jumin

  • Jumin came home cranky because he’d had a horrible headache all day and it just wasn’t going away
  • When MC heard what was wrong, she took off his tie, loosened his shirt, and told him to lay down with his head at the foot of the bed
  • Jumin wasn’t sure what she was planning, especially not when she turned off the lights, but when she sat down on a little stool and started rubbing his neck, his eyes dropped shut
  • With a few minutes, Jumin had drifted off into a half sleep where he could feel her hands moving his head and massaging his neck, shoulders, and scalp
  • When she told him she was done, he opened his eyes, looking directly up into hers, and realized the pain was gone
  • He kissed her in gratitude
  • MC explained she’d learned how to give massages before she’d met him, and if he ever needed another, all he had to do was ask

Saeyoung

  • It had been a long day for Saeyoung as he’d spent 90% of it hacking and chasing off hackers that wanted to catch him
  • So when he comes out of his cave at long last and finds MC rubbing Saeran’s shoulders (Saeran had started having a panic attack and MC did it try to calm him down), Saeyoung wants a shoulder rub too!
  • Of course, he waits his turn, and once Saeran gets up to go get some ice cream (today, he goes with mint chocolate chip), Saeyoung sits up a little straighter in anticipation
  • MC has him straddle a chair and the moment she starts working on him, he relaxes, and five minutes later, he’s completely asleep as she works down his back
  • She has to jostling him awake, and once he’s conscious (though a little bleary eyed), he says, “You really are too good for me.”
  • Of course, from then on, as an excuse to make physical contact, he begins exchanging massages with her
  • MC teaches both him and Saeran how to properly give a massage, even pulling out her massage table and chair, which she rarely uses, to teach them the body mechanics of it
  • In a couple of months, Saeyoung’s more relaxed than he can ever remember being, as he’s practically receiving a massage every day