anonymous asked:

Can I have 6 and 100 with Yoongixidol Reader? Please 😁😁😁😍 I really Love your writings!!!



Word Count: 717

I was panicking. Scratch that; that’s an understatement. I was having a full on panic attack in my dressing room. The only thing I needed to complete my look of anxiety was a brown paper bag to breathe in and out of. My prayers were answered when my boyfriend Yoongi burst through the doors.

He closed the door slowly behind him and locked it and then proceeded to stride over to me myfigure crept up against the wall with my chin tucked behind my bent knees.

“Y/N..” He soothed, brushing my hair as I try to fight back some sniffles. “C’mon babe, it’s not like it’s the first time,”  he says moving to sit next to me and putting an arm around me.

I nod. He’s right. I’ve performed on stage numerous times, but never at an award show with my peers sitting in the audience and my family and friends watching on T.V.

“I know. It’s just there’s so much that could go wrong to night. I’m not in a group like you, so I’m all alone up there and it’s just terrifying.  ”

“Stop that. You’re not going to mess up-”

“I might not. But it’s the possibility that I could that scares me.”

Yooning huffs and gets up off the floor. “C’mon,” he says extending his hand out to me. I shake my head stubbornly. “No. I just want to sit in this corner forever and die. They’ll call me idol-corner lady and I’ll sing facing in the opposite direction because I can’t handle their stares.” I know I’m being dramatic and most of what I’m saying is being swallowed by my hair but it’s just how I feel right now. Yoongi isn’t having it though. He pulls me up and takes me by hand out the door. I whine as we walk down the narrow backstage halls which earns me a few glances which I ignore. I can’t afford to be self-conscious about my looks either.

Eventually we reach Bangtan’s dressing room and Yoongi pulls me inside and sits me down on the couch in the centre of the room. I greet the others who are around either sleeping, on their phones or getting ready.

“Y/N! Hey how are you?” Taehyung says giving me a big hugh which I surely needed. Yoongi brushes him off saying, “She’s fine. Fine.” Even though of course i’m kind of the opposite of fine?

Yoongi gathers the members to sit around me on the couch and he stands before us. “Everyone. Y/N is performing tonight and she is nervous because she will be alone on stage. So we are going to have a pre-performance where she can have the best company there is; me” He says smirking at the end. The boys whoop and cheer and Yoongi pulls me up. He plays my song and motions for me to start singing. I’m not nervous singing in front of the boys though. I’ve been dating Yoongi for a while now so I’ve gotten used to them and began to feel very comfortable around them like I would brothers.

I sing and do my choreography, turning back and laughing at Yoogi’s generic girl-group dance moves behind me. He twirls me and mouths the lyrics “I love you” to me which gains cheers from the small crowd we have in the dressing room.

Yoongi being to pop out of from behind my sides making me laugh and then he twirls me again. He tries to mirror my choreography at the break but he’s failing miserably and Namjoon and jin are hasty to call him out on it. He slyly flips them off though and turns his finger into a dance move, pretending to do the disco.

Eventually the song ends and we received a standing ovation and I get reassurance that I’ll do amazing later on during the real performance.. Everyone comes over and embraces me in a group hug so tight i can barely breathe but I don’t care. Eventually we are hugging for a bit too long and Yoongi shoos everyone away from me.

Yoongi sits down and pulls me next to him. “Thank you.” I say, laying my head down on his shoulder. “Anything for you. You’re my soulmate and you will do amazing.”


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anonymous asked:

Can we get some headcanons for a male!mc who always steals he's boyfriend clothes? XD RFA and anyone would be great :))

((How about some scenarios of them catching MC in the act? I hope that this is to your satisfaction Anon))


  • MC was kind of short, but he was in luck when he found out that Yoosung was the same size as him
  • He really liked Yoosung’s hoodies…especially his LOLOL one.
  • It just fit really well and on top of that it smelled like Yoosung
  • One day, MC got a call from a frantic Yoosung
  • “MC! I can’t find my favorite hoodie and I really wanted to wear it today!”
  • MC guiltily glanced over at the LOLOL hoodie that was draped lazily over a nearby  chair
  • “Can’t you wear another one?” MC asked quickly
  • MC heard his boyfriend sigh in irritation
  • “Lemme rephrase that. I can’t find any of my hoodies! MC, can I please borrow one of your hoodies?”
  • MC panicked as he saw his collection of Yoosung’s hoodies thrown all over his apartment
  • “Uh, sure thing babe, lemme just clean up first!” MC replied nervously
  • Suddenly MC heard a frantic banging on his door with shouts from his boyfriend demanding to be let in
  • MC decided to bite the bullet and let Yoosung in. He looked around and found his hoodies…everywhere! Including his favorite LOLOL sweatshirt ON his boyfriend,MC
  • “MC…why are all of my hoodies at your apartment?” Yousung demanded of MC
  • “I…I like wearing them.” 
  • “Just wear your own!” Yoosung complained, picking up a hoodie from the pile of hoodies in the corner or the room. 
  • “Well, mine don’t smell like you and yours are comfy” MC admitted
  • Yoosung looked MC, and a mischievous little smirk graced the blonde’s face. He dashed past MC, ran into MC’s room, grabbed MC’s favorite hoodie and pulled it on.
  • “Ya! You’re right babe! It does smell like you! Thanks for the hoodie!” Yoosung sang as he ran past MC, placing a chaste kiss on his boyfriend as he ran for the bus
  • MC couldn’t help but laugh. He probably wasn’t getting that one back. 


  • MC is about Jumin’s height so it’s rather convenient that Zen wears the same size shirts as him.
  • And MC really likes Zen’s coats, and sometimes just borrowed Zen’s jackets
  • One day they decided to go on a run together and MC didn’t have time to change out of  Zen’s jacket so he just decided to go run in it
  • They ran for a bit before MC begged Zen to let him take a break (MC isn’t too in shape yet)
  • “Come on slow poke!” Zen teased
  • MC caught up to Zen and started to catch his breath
  • “Hey, isn’t that my jacket?” Zen asked the exhausted MC
  • “Uh…maybe?”
  • Zen started to laugh, and MC’s ears began to turn red with embarrassment
  • “I thought it looked familiar. It looks better on me that it does you”
  • MC began to shed the coat, and Zen quickly pulled it back onto MC’s shoulders and zipped it up
  • “Hey, you’re gonna catch a cold if you do that! Besides, it looks way better on you than me, so you should keep it babe.”
  • MC’s eyes lit up at the idea that he’d get to keep something that smelled just like his boyfriend.
  • “Really Zen?” MC asked excitedly
  • “Yeah. On one condition though. Come here, I wanna take a selfie with my cute boyfriend wearing my jacket.”
  • Zen posted it several times in the chat room.


  • MC was super tiny for a guy, and occasionally confused for Jaehee’s sister from the back (super embarrassing for both parties when MC turned around and was clearly not a girl)
  • For some reason, he has always wanted to try on one of Jaehee’s skirts, just to see how he’d look in her outfits
  • One day when Jaehee was out shopping, MC took out one of Jaehee’s skirts and tried it on
  • Surprisingly, it fit him really well. He spun around in the full body mirror inside the door of Jaehee’s closet, looking at his appearance from multiple angles
  • He decided to go the whole nine yards and put on Jaehee’s entire suit and also put on Jaehee’s faux glasses.
  • He looked a lot like Jaehee, so he decided to pretend to be her
  • “Hello, Mr. Han. Yes sir, I’ll have the papers on your desk by tomorrow morning. Mr. Han, you have an appointment today with the department of fancy clothes at noon, and then you have another appointment with the Jerks of Korea at two.” MC joked, laughing brightly. He  then got a hilarious idea
  • “Your cat Mr. Han? She is an angel you say? Well, with all due respect, your cat is not angel in my opinion. I do believe she is, to be frank, an asshole who sheds all over my furniture without any care in the world. Sir, if I have to take care of Elizabeth 3rd one more time, I will shave it from head to tail.” MC said in his most “matter-of-fact”voice.
  • Suddenly he heard bags crashing to the ground as someone burst out laughing. He turned around to see Jaehee laughing so hard she had dropped everything in her arms, and was struggling to recompose herself
  • “H-how long were you standing there?”
  • “Since the Jerks of Korea part” Jaehee choked out between fits of laughter “Oh, my, I literally wish I could say half of that to Mr. Han. MC, you’re the best”


  • Today was the day MC told himself as he pulled out Jumin’s PJ top
  • MC was a good two sizes smaller than Jumin, so it was quite large in comparison to the tiny MC
  • Jumin rarely wore pajamas, but the one time that MC saw him in pjs, he immediately wanted to wear them and show Jumin how absolutely adorable he could be with Jumin’s oversized shirt
  • He considered also wearing the pants, but as soon as he saw long they were, he reconsidered it, since falling on his face in front of his handsome boyfriend was not on his itinerary
  • Jumin came home early, and when he went in, he expected MC to go and greet him like usual, but MC was nowhere in sight
  • Suddenly MC came out of their shared bedroom, the oversized sleeves flopping around as he ran towards his boyfriend
  • “Jumin! Welcome home dear!” MC said excitedly
  • Jumin looked perplexed, and looked to be analyzing MC as he stood there awkwardly in the oversized shirt
  • “MC, that is much too large on you. I’ll have the tailor make you a new one with the proper dimensions immediately.”
  • “Jumin…that’s not…Aren’t I cute?
  • Jumin gave MC a look as if he just asked if he could fly
  • “MC, you’re always cute, but that shirt still doesn’t fit you properly, and I’m having them make you a new one as we speak”
  • MC gives up, but makes Jumin promise that as soon as he got his, that he would wear his to match.


  • Saeyoung couldn’t find his favorite shirt, or pants, or hoodie
  • Actually, forget his favorite outfit, besides his underwear and socks, he couldn’t find any of his clothes
  • Not that he had that many outfits to begin with.
  • He couldn’t even find any dirty clothes, and he swore he did his laundry.
  • All he could find was his cosplay outfits, and so, he picked out a french maid cosplay and put it on not the worst thing in the world
  • He walked out of his room to an irritated Vanderwood
  • What the hell were you doing in there Luciel? Playing dress up?” Vanderwood shouted
  • “Nope. I couldn’t find any other outfits” Saeyoung replied, pulling up his computer chair and getting to work
  • “Then wear a dirty outfit”
  • “Can’t find those either”
  • “I just cleaned your room a week ago!”
  • “I know…I honestly don’t know where my clothes went! I’m serious Vanderwood!”
  • Vanderwood stomped into Saeyoung’s room to find that he wasn’t lying. He literally did not have any other outfits besides his cosplay, underwear and socks
  • “What the actual hell?” Vanderwood asked in disbelief
  • “So out of all the cosplays you have, why the hell did you chose the french maid outfit?”
  • “What? I’m cute and there’s no dress code! Maybe I want to look like a cute french maid.”
  • “Whatever. I don’t actually care. Just get to work”
  • Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the doorbell buzzed
  • “I’ve got this. YOU STAY.” Vanderwood demanded to an empty chair, as Saeyoung snuck away to open the door.
  • He opened the door, after looking through the security screen to MC wearing Saeyoung’s favorite outfit.
  • “Hey Vanderwood! I found where my clothes went!”
  • “Where?” Vanderwood shouted back irritated
  • “Here!” Saeyoung said proudly, showing his boyfriend off to Vanderwood


  • V could not find his warm jacket anywhere. It wasn’t where he had left it, and being half blind didn’t help
  • He really needed to go shopping, but he couldn’t see, so he called up his boyfriend MC to help him find it
  • MC looked over at a nearby chair where the jacket lay
  • He grabbed the jacket and headed over to V’s house
  • He went in and “helped” V find his jacket.
  • This wasn’t the first time MC had to “help”his boyfriend find something. Nor would this be the last
  • At least, that’s what MC thought as he walked towards the door
  • “MC, can I ask you something?” V asked
  • MC froze with his hand on the doorknob. He hoped that he was overreacting and that V suspected nothing
  • “What is it Jihyun?” MC asked shakily
  • “Why is it that whenever you’re here, something of mine goes missing? Like a shirt, my jacket, and for some reason my hats. You aren’t stealing them, are you?”
  • “I uh…”
  • “Wait, ARE you?”
  • “Maybe?” MC replied sheepishly
  • Jihyun smirked, and made a motion for MC to go over to him
  • MC did hesitantly, unsure if Jihyun was going to get mad or not.
  • As soon as he was three feet away from Jihyun, Jihyun took off his shades and softly gazed at his boyfriend dearly
  • “Is that my shirt too? If you want something, just let me know so I don’t go around looking for something that isn’t there.”
  • “Wait, you aren’t mad at me?” MC asked confused
  • “No? Why would I be mad at you? I just want to know if you have something so I know that I‘m not losing my mind yet. Besides, you look really cute.”


  • There were a lot of crashing noises coming from Saeran’s room
  • “Where the hell is is?” Saeran shouted out exasperatedly
  • “What’s wrong bro?” Saeyoung yelled back
  • “I can’t find my leather jacket!”
  • “Isn’t it in that old box in your closet?” Saeyoung asked
  • “Wow. That’s a lot of “fucks” in one sentence” Saeyoung replied laughing
  • “Shut the hell up Saeyoung!” Saeran shouted back
  • Suddenly it was deathly silent, and Saeyoung could feel the anger radiating out of Saeran’s trashed room
  • “You didn’t hide it from me, did you LUCIEL?” Saeran snarled
  • Saeyoung knew that it wasn’t a laughing matter anymore because his brother only called him by his baptismal name when he was beyond pissed off. Saeyoung got up to go help his brother, and had to dodge a box that Saeran threw at him
  • “Dude, chill. I didn’t touch your jacket. You sure that it’s not still in your closet?”
  • “I just threw the fucking box at you. Was it in there?” Saeran sassed
  • Before Saeyoung could say anything in reply, they heard a knock on the door. They were planning on ignoring it when Saeran got a text. He glanced at it, then stomped out of his room and threw open the door.
  • “Hi Saeran.” MC greeted, standing there in Saeran’s leather jacket
  • “MC. Jacket. NOW.” Saeran growled out between his clenched teeth
  • “Hey Saeran, who’s at the door?” Saeyoung shouted from Saeran’s room (who was cleaning up for his brother)
  • “My fucking nerd of a boyfriend who stole my leather jacket” Saeran shouted as he tacked his boyfriend and pulled the leather jacket off.
  • “Looks like you found it” Saeyoung laughed.
Cheating- Aaron Burr X Reader

a/n: so this took about two hours just to edit and it was edited while i am in the middle of a really bad headache so uh it may have a few mistakes and i mean it’s two am rn so i mean there is probably at least one mistake

POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: swearing, unfaithful partners

“Alex, are you home?” I asked, my voice breaking as I let my bag fall to the ground. My brother didn’t appear but a man who I was familiar with did. Aaron Burr watched me with a concerned expression and he rushed over to me.

“What happened?” He asked me, a panicked tone in his voice.

“My ex-boyfriend.” I managed to say before breaking down into more crying. We just stood there like that for a little bit, as he didn’t push me for any other information. When I had calmed down a bit, I started to talk.

“He hadn’t been answering my calls for several days and so I was concerned about how he was and what not. So I… I went over to his apartment. I had a spare key, so I could just come in whenever and I called out for him. He came down shirtless and I hugged him but he smelled like perfume- woman’s perfume and so I… I went upstairs and…” I started before having to stop, unable to say it out loud. He cautiously closed the gap between us, hugging me tightly.
I hugged him back and I felt him relax. “I came to Alex because I knew he would try and cheer me up. Why are you here, anyway?”

“Alex told me to let myself in because we were going to go over some information for a case tomorrow but he had to do something with Eliza first.”

“I can leave if-”

“Nonsense. If Alexander is doing something for his girlfriend, then I want to do something for you.” He insisted.

“You don’t have to Aaron.” I said,

“I know. You can be so stubborn like your brother. I want to.”

“You’re doing enough just by being here for me, y'know? I really just need someone to hug and tell me that it’s not the end of the world and that there is other fish in the sea and all that crap.”

“But it doesn’t work?”

“Not really.” I said, glad that he couldn’t see my face because I was tearing up again. “But sometimes if you believe it enough it becomes a truth.”

“But that doesn’t make he fact that he cheated on you hurt any less.” Burr said and I closed my eyes.

“Fuck you. He didn’t move two spaces forward in Monopoly or something. He went and broke our lives.” I retorted, pulling myself away from his hug. He looked at me, his eyes wide and he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know that wasn’t meant for you specifically… I just hate that word because he didn’t cheat on me. He didn’t move two spaces ahead of me while I wasn’t looking. He ruined our relationship, betrayed my trust and broke my heart. That’s what he did.”

“If there is anything I can do…”

“I’m just… tired. I’m gonna go take a nap on the couch or something but thank you Aaron. I appreciate it.” I told him and I headed towards Alex’s couch and I collapsed on it, exhausted.

I woke up to my brothers voice and Aaron discussing something as quietly as possible.

“So her boyfriend cheated on her? I’m gonna murder-” Alex started and Aaron shushed him.

“Alex, no. For the fifth time in this conversation, murder isn’t legal. And your sister is going to murder you before you can do that because he didn’t cheat on her. He went behind her back, betrayed her trust and slept with someone else.”

“Alex yes! He broke my sisters heart!” Alex yelled. He paused for a second and I could feel him looking at me. “What do I do, Burr? Because she came here for a reason but I don’t know how to make her feel better.” Alex told him.

“She came to you Alex. She was looking for you, I would say that you just need to be yourself.” Aaron said. Alexander laughed.

“That’s a first.” He remarked. I yawned and I felt both of their eyes on me. I opened my eyes and I saw Alex standing in front of me and he smiled. “Hey Y/N, how are you feeling?” He asked me softly and I offered him a weak smile.

“I’m fine-”

“No you aren’t.” He said softly and I sat up. He helped me stand up and he hugged me tightly and I felt my body grow weaker.

“I’m okay.” I tried saying but the break in my voice made it mean nothing. He shook his head and he just kept hugging me.

“What can I do to make it better?” He asked, seemingly desperate.

“Talk. Do what you do.” I told them and they exchanged glances.

“Well I saw Jefferson and-”

“Please tell me you didn’t have another arguement.” Burr sighed
and Alex glared at him.

“I am a very responsible-”

“Alexander.” Burr said and Alex sighed.

“He was asking for it!”


“Okay fine! Burr how was your day?” Alex asked.

“Great, I waited for you Alexander because you said to meet you at eight am.” Burr said incredulously.

“My girlfriend needed me.”

“Your sister needed you as well.”

“Well you were there and you seem to love her just as much-”

“What?” I asked, taking in a deep breath.

Alex looked at Burr and realized his mistake. “Fuck.”

sumsimonscone  asked:

Malec and/or Clizzy taking a cooking class together

“Hurry up Fray, we can’t let those bisexuals beat us at this cake contest!”

“Alec, for the hundredth time, it’s not timed, let me take my time, you idiot!”

From the table next to them, Isabelle sat on the bar stool, slowly stirring the frosting in her bowl and Magnus sipped at his wine, observing his boyfriend cracking eggs in a rush and Clary panicking over that she can’t find the sprinkles. Actually, he was not the only one paying attention to that, considering that she was literally screaming “Where the actual fuck are my god damn sprinkles, who took my sprinkles, I will murder every single one of you if I have to, give me my sprinkles back!” as Alec held her back from throwing a milk carton at a white straight couple two tables away.

“Do you think there’s any use in telling them again that a baking class is not the same thing as a cake contest?” Izzy said, a fond smile on her face as she watched her girlfriend glare at the said straight white couple.

“Considering the first 3 times didn’t change anything for their stubborn competitive asses, I don’t think there’s any more need to try.” Magnus chuckled, as he put his wine glass down and reached over to open the oven and check if the cupcakes were ready or not.

Magnus and Izzy thought it might be a good idea to have a double date at a baking class, but from the second the instructor said the words “pick your partner” both Alec and Clary’s brains lost the ability to register this as anything but the biggest competition of their lives. They decided that they were going to split up into gay and bi teams and they only got to work after watching Clary and Alec spend 15 minutes saying things like “let’s see if the L in LGBT stands for ladyfingers master” and “let’s see if I’m not just gay but I also SLAY… at baking.”

Finally, their cupcakes were done. Magnus and Izzy went for simple half chocolate half vanilla ones, while Alec and Clary decided to make rainbow frosting, a rainbow cake and add rainbow sprinkles.

“I thought you said that this is a cake contest, not a who’s gayer contest?” Izzy teased, walking over to their table and looking down at their tray.

“First of all, there is no need for a who’s gayer contest, we all know that I’m the gayest one here.” Clary said, and Magnus burst out laughing at the look of shock and hurt on Alec’s face. “Second of all, there technically is no need for a cake contest either, considering that our cupcakes are like so much better than yours.”

Izzy shook her head fondly and muttered something along the lines of “This was never a cake contest to begin with, dummy” under her breath.

“How dare you say that you’re gayer than me?” Alec interrupted, “Can you believe this Magnus? She just said that she is gayer than me? What kind of disrespect… I cannot even… I thought we were friends…”

“Alexander, dear, I don’t think it is physically possible for a human being to be gayer than you.” Magnus put his hand on Alec’s shoulder and smiled at the genuine look of happiness and pride that took over the latter’s face, as he turned to Clary and stuck his tongue out to her.

After witnessing his boyfriend be the most dramatic 4-year-old he’s ever met, Magnus sat down in the stool and pulled Alec down for a kiss by the lapels of his jacket and heard him whisper “we are so going to beat you” into his mouth and then felt him smile as he kissed him softly, putting his hands on Magnus’s waist and then pulling away from the kiss, only to leave about a dozen kisses on Magnus’s cheeks, as Magnus grinned and placed a soft kiss on Alec’s forehead: “of course you are darling.”

And as Clary was making sure with the flash of her phone that all the cupcakes were 100% perfect, Isabelle walked up to the instructor and asked her to come taste the cupcakes that they made and say that the rainbow ones are so good that they don’t even compare to the half chocolate half vanilla ones and she looked over at Clary fondly and then walked up to her and hugged her from behind and felt her jump a little from the surprise and whispered into her ear “we don’t stand a chance against you do we?” And Clary turned her head and looked at her, slowly leaning down and dragging her lips over Izzy’s and pulling away with a smirk: “you really don’t.”


Having the privilege of spending the last several months with you has been one that I will never take for granted. Every time I look at you, every time I fall asleep to you reading me poems over the phone, every time you kiss the wrinkles on my eyes when I smile, every time you calm me down when I’m panicking, every time you love me to my core even when I’m having a bad day, I always am thinking about how lucky I am to have found someone as special as you. I’ve never had such a healthy and positive relationship in my life. You’re such a supporting and loving being and I’m grateful for every day I get to call you mine. Thank you for being so wonderful. Thank you for all that you do for me. Thank you for being my biggest supporter and my favorite person. I love you, I like you, I ruff you, and I loOoOoOoVe you.

anonymous asked:

I used to have ibs symptoms with stress, to the point where if my boyfriend would fight with me over text I'd be so panicked and stressed out I'd be half sobbing apologizing while texting him on the toilet. Ugh I'm so glad I'm less phased by pissing people off now. (but if I could draw comics like yours, I'd totally doodle that myself aha)

Aww that sucks :( I’ve never really had a fight with my bf before so I wouldn’t really know. We do get stressed sometimes and we sometimes accidentally hurt each others feelings and those times SUCKKK :’(  Good thing things are different for you now tho! I’ve had a lot of convos on the toilet tbh >///<

arthur-tristan-kingsmen replied to your post:I think he died, but I’d have to go back and check

(oh my godd that’s like the worst possible way to tell him what happened)

No kidding…poor guy pretty much had the ghost equivalent of a heart attack.

one time i bought a ticket to a two-part event at the theatre and after the first part was over i was waiting for my mom to pick me up and this pretty girl walked over, asked if i also had a ticket to the two part event, informed me that she had just broken up with her boyfriend, then asked me if i wanted to go to the second part with her

i panicked and didnt go

Abandoned - Michael

Requested 😻😻

Who doesn’t love Michael and kittens?! 😍😍😍


“Babe?” You hear your boyfriend’s panicked sounding voice on the other end of the phone.

“Mike? What is it?” You sit quickly, already worried, “where are you? Are you outside? It’s freezing out there!”

“I was on my way to your house, you know I don’t sleep properly without you” you can barely hear him over the sound of the rain, “I heard a noise, it was down an alleyway on the high street. Babe, someone left a box with kittens in it there.” You can hear the anger in his voice.

“What?! Wh-who would do that?!” You stand up, feeling disgusted at whoever would treat animals in that way.

“They’re tiny and so cold, I’m bringing them to yours. Is your dad in? I don’t know if they’ll be okay. They need their mum, but they were on their own. Can they even survive without her?! Oh my god, what if they die? They’re so small.” His voice is speeding up as his nerves grow.

“Mikey, just get them here. We’ll do what we can.” You try to push away your emotions and think of what your dad would do in this situation. Of course this would happen on the day your parents are at a wedding for the night.

You open the door to a face full of panic, his arms clutching onto a rain soaked box.

“Where’s your dad?” He looks round your kitchen.

“Wedding, remember?”

“Fuck. What do we do?” There’s rain dripping from his hair down his forehead. You hear the slight mewling coming from the box now on your kitchen table. Opening it, you see two tiny, rain soaked bundles of fur curled up together. The fact there’s only two fills your heart with dread. You know that it’s possible for a female to sometimes only produce even just one kitten, but this didn’t lessen your worry that there could have been more and something has happened to them.

“These have only just been born” you despair at another person’s cruelty, “okay, wait here.” You run up to find another box to put them, collecting your oldest, softest towels and rooting in your dad’s veterinary bag for anything useful. Luckily, he has a syringe in there and you know you have kitten formula in the garage. Your dad being a vet means that you’re always prepared for an animal emergency, thank goodness.

“Put the box close to the radiator and put all the blankets in there, then gently lift the kittens into it” you instruct Michael, who does as you say. His actions slow and gentle, so as not to cause them any more disturbance than necessary. Both of you take a kitten and a syringe, and start to feed them.

“Am I doing this right?” His brow furrows in concern.

“Yeah, you’re doing fine” you smile, “just only feed them a little bit at a time. They need food little and often.”

“You should follow in your dad’s footsteps” he chuckles.

“He made sure I knew the basics” you shrug.

“Hi there, little one” he looks down at the tiny kitten in his hands, “you’re so beautiful. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re okay. You’re going to be fine, I promise.” He continues to talk to the mewling ball of fur. You can’t help but stare at him. No one at school understood how you two were together. To outsiders, Michael didn’t seem, or look, sweet and gentle, but you knew differently. This side of him, right now, was why you fell in love with him.

“Keep him or her close to your body, they need to stay warm” you tell him, “they’ll need sleep soon.”

“Okay” he nods, holding the kitten against his chest, “can we tell if they’re a boy or girl yet?”

“Not yet, they’re too young” you shake your head, “but that one’s a girl.”

“How do you know?” He looks at you.

“She’s tortoiseshell, they’re always female”

“Hi, little girl” he kisses the top of her head, before placing her back in the warm box so she can sleep. You place the kitten in your hands next to their sister and watch them curl up together. You sigh heavily and close your eyes. You feel his hand take hold of yours and squeeze it tightly.

“How can someone do this?” You can’t understand their actions.

“I have no idea” he frowns, “but they won’t remember this, they’ll just know love and a good home. We’ll make sure of it.”

“If they make it through tonight then they should be fine”

“We’ll stay up with them then” he nods, “we can think of names” he turns to grin at you.

“Mikey..” You begin.

“What?” He interrupts you, “we can’t let them go now! They’re our babies!”

“But…we can’t…Michael!” He knows you won’t say no to them.

“Babe, look how adorable they are!” He pouts, “we can take one each, they can have sleepovers and then when we get our own place, we know they’ll be friends!”

“You’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Perhaps” he looks sheepish, “you can have whichever one you want…no, you can’t, she’s mine” he looks down fondly at the little tortie.

“She’s going to have you wrapped around her paw” you giggle.

Starbucks and Secrets

Title: Starbucks and Surprises

Summary: It’s just a confidence thing, but Dan doesn’t have the guts to make Phil a Howell.

Warnings: food mention, alcohol mention

Word Count: 628 (drabble)

Author’s Note: I wanted to prove to myself I can write fluff, but then I cried at it so I think I need to eat some chocolate and quit panicking over my mock tomorrow… anyway, for my bae ohmysisterdaniel <3 as always, if you’ve got a prompt or question just ask :)

It’s just a confidence thing, Dan tells himself. Always has been, always will be. He can’t change the flutter in his stomach when he sees that smile, and although he knows his boyfriend loves him and has for years, he still gets butterflies every time he sees that perfectly proportioned body or hears his silky soft voice.

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we need to educate ourselves on mental illnesses more.

because my mom doesn’t think i have depression; she thinks it’s just stress.

because my ex boyfriend told me that i should fix my anxiety before i get in a relationship with someone.

because my dad said that my anxiety attacks don’t just come from nowhere.

because my teammate gives me shit for missing class when my depression holds me hostage in bed.

because my coworkers don’t think my anxiety is real because i’ve never panicked (on their terms) at work.

stress shouldn’t be the reason suicide has crossed my mind multiple times over the past 5 years.

anxiety isn’t something you fix.

anxiety isn’t something i can control, and it’s not always driven by something.

nothing has to be “wrong” for depression to decide that it’s gonna act up today.

panic attacks aren’t always heavy breathing and shaky hands.

we need more mental illness education so i don’t always have to fight with people to prove that something’s wrong with me. i don’t like my issues either, but i don’t make excuses about them.