#// sorry for being all over the place lately; i've been unwell so i've just been doing short things & some dash interactions on here.

[moonstruckme]

hi love, i've been doing kind of unwell lately and was wondering if you could write some remus x depressed reader or just comfort in a domestic way in general. been feeling like i suck at doing 'normal' every-day things and only a hug from rem could fix me lol

Hi sweetheart, I'm sorry to hear it :( I hope you're giving yourself a bit of grace and getting support if you can <3

cw: reader is experiencing a depressive period

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 695 words

You realize it must be afternoon when you hear the front door open. The last few days, time seems to drag on without you. Your hours are long and irrelevant, one bleeding into the next without your notice. But you know Remus wasn’t supposed to get back from his work trip until this afternoon. 

Your home is still a mess. You’d thought you’d clean it before he could see, but apparently your shame wasn’t enough to overpower your lethargy. It feels powerful now. 

You close your eyes as Remus comes into the bedroom, but you know what he sees. Despite your best efforts, the curtains aren’t thick enough to block out all light, so there isn’t much to obscure the wrappers littering the floor, the crumbs on the bed, the towel where you’d spilled some water and then been too lazy to finish cleaning it up. You know he’s already witnessed a similar disaster in the kitchen and living room, and yet you feel worse for being found at the center of it in here. 

Remus is silent as he sets down his bag, walks in between trash and other debris, and crawls up onto the bed with you. 

“Hi, lovely,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek with a hand on your shoulder. “I missed you.” 

You start crying. Fat, hot tears that carve down your cheeks with unnatural quietude. You feel anything but lovely right now. 

“Sweetheart.” Remus’ eyebrows come together knowingly. His thumb moves over your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say, a choked whisper. “I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.” 

He hushes you softly, his voice a balm. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay, it really is. I promise I don’t mind. Just relax, babydove, everything’s alright. I love you. We’re okay.” 

He lies there with you while your tears slow and stop. It takes a couple of tries, your breaths halting when you try to hold them in, but Remus’ presence is steady and tolerant. His thumb strokes your shoulder until the muscles underneath it relax. 

“We’re okay,” he says again, a reminder. He kisses you, tucking a hand underneath your cheek. “Why didn’t you call and tell me you weren’t feeling well? We could have talked about it, or I could have come home.” 

You lick your bottom lip. The taste of him mixes with the taste of salt. “I didn’t want to bother you—”

“Oi.” It’s not harsh, but the reprimand in his tone isn’t lost entirely to gentleness. Remus holds your face in his hand, looking you in the eyes. “You could never. Understand?” He allows you a brief pause, and his expression softens. “I would always rather know when you’re not feeling well, sweetheart. Even if we’d decided I shouldn’t come home, I could have at least tried to look after you in other ways.” 

You uptilt one side of your mouth half-heartedly. “It wouldn’t have felt fair to have you looking after me from afar when I can’t even look after our place from here.” 

Remus tsks. He kisses you again, an overly generous reward for your poor attempt at humor. “Stop worrying about that,” he chides sweetly, dotting another kiss on your cheek. “I know you convince yourself that I’ll be upset, but I really don’t care. We can tidy up together later, if you’re feeling up to it. I’m not fussed either way.” 

You close your eyes, relinquishing yourself to Remus’ ministrations. He spends a slow minute sweeping his thumb over your cheek, kissing an enigmatic pattern on your face, coasting his hand down from your shoulder to rub your back. Your face presses his hand into your pillow. 

“Can I ask you to do something for me?” he asks softly. 

You hum in response. You would do anything for him; you would try your best. 

“Come sit with me in the kitchen while I make us something to eat?” His lips brush over yours as if to sweeten the deal. “Just to keep me company. I missed you a lot, you know.” 

You kiss him back, tender and light. Your heart hurts; it’s a pleasant ache. “I missed you, too.” 

[alans-snz]

Happy Snalentines, @snz-eriya! Sorry for being a little late. I hope this is to your liking. I haven't written either of these two yet, so it turned out a bit short. But I really worked hard on it to try to make it just right. I hope you and everyone else enjoys it!!

An Unexpected Guest

(Gen/shin Im/pact, sick Cy/no, ft. Ti/gh/na/ri)

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After a long day of patrolling for the Forest Rangers, Tighnari made his way back to Avidya Forest. On the way there, he recognized a familiar tall figure, trudging slowly through the forest. The man carried a long ancient-looking polearm at his side, and his sandals were covered in sand and dirt. "C-Cyno?" Tighnari's voice was laced with concern. Cyno didn't usually come by the village without notice. "What are you doing here? What about your—?"

The Forest Watcher's voice trailed off. As he quickly approached his friend, he began to piece things together. Upon closer inspection, he recognized the General Mahamatra looked slightly pale and seemed to be struggling to stay on his feet. In fact, Cyno seemed to be almost using his polearm as a crutch. Was he injured? Tighnari's ears and tail drooped. "You overworked yourself again," he stated. It wasn't even a question. He'd known Cyno for long enough that he could just tell. Although Cyno still shook his head.

"Nari, it's just ahl-h'hh!" Cyno began, but a sharp, quivering inhale trailed the beginning of his sentence. His mouth fell agape, and he scrunched his nose up in irritation. Pressing his wrist to his nose, Cyno swiftly turned to the side. "H'nkT-chn! H'nXt-uhh..." Although restrained, the sneezes seemed to take a lot of his remaining strength. His reddened nose and stubbornness made it appear that he'd been sneezing like this all day, but Tighnari guessed that as usual, he was determined to pass it off as "just allergies." Unfortunately for Cyno, his nose begged to differ, and interrupted him before he could do so, further confirming Tighnari's suspicions. "Nnn...'scuse me," Cyno stated simply and scrubbed at his nose with his free hand, his other clutching harder onto his polearm for support.

"Blessings," Tighnari said and placed a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. "Cyno, I know you care about your work, but you also need to take better care of yourself."

"Nari, I'm just a little tired, I'm not—" Cyno began, but Tighnari placed a finger over his own lips in a gentle shushing motion.

"I know you better than to fall for your 'not sick' antics," Tighnari stated carefully. His ears perked up like a sly fox as he began to describe his analysis of Cyno's current state. "I've noticed your subtle shiver, imbalance, and pale complexion: the unconscious grasping of your polearm to steady you, and your reddened nose is something anyone could notice. It certainly doesn't help your claims and confirms you are indeed unwell."

Nothing escaped Tighnari's sharp eyes and observational skills. Although Cyno knew this, he also didn't want to cause anyone to worry. Especially not Tighnari. He had so much on his plate already with so many different forms of research that giving him another thing to worry about would just be rude. After all, he could handle himself just fine, he didn't need any—

"Hh'h!...hn'nKt-chu!" Cyno's own sudden sneeze snapped him back to the present, and he just barely managed to pinch his nose in time. But he certainly was not done. "Ih'tKxt–chh, gXt–chuh...snf!" He sniffled gently and pawed at his itching nose. Damned tickle. He couldn't even speak without sneezing.

"Bless you," Tighnari said softly into Cyno's ear. While Cyno was distracted by his own sneezing, Tighnari had carefully moved himself to stand right next to him, to where the mahamatra could practically feel the man's body heat. Tighnari gently placed his hand on Cyno's shoulder and helped keep him steady as he restrained a few more sneezes. "Bless you. Now let's get you some rest."

"I mean it, 'Nari, I don't nee—h'hihh! Hn'gXtschh, tKxt–chuhh...ih'h, h'nKxT—chuu..."

"Archons bless you. Trust me, you do," Tighnari stated simply. He carefully helped Cyno to the Forest Rangers' Base of Operations. This way, Cyno could get some much-needed rest, and Tighnari could keep an eye on him and give him the medicine and caretaking he needed to recover.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey can you do some like this for Mateo

So you you and mateo are dating are you work together and you find out you was pregnant and you was scared to tell him and once you did he was happy and proactive of you

Of course I can do this for you anon 🤗 this is my first Matteo ask, so I hope it's alright for you 💚

You toss and turn in your bed, feeling this nausea deep in your stomach. When you sat up in bed, you try to do some breathing to calm the feeling you were having, you were on your own in your bed despite sharing it with your boyfriend Mateo, but he was on the morning shift down in the hotel. You were glad he wasn't there at that moment though, because you instantly had to run to the bathroom and throw up into the toilet. You managed to get it all up, that you felt you had, but your mind was going around in circles as to why you were unwell. There was no illness or bug going around, you hadn't eaten anything diffrent or that tasted off, and the only other time you had thrown up in the past was from a hangover or a migraine.

So what the hell was this? Wiping your mouth and lying on the cool floor, other possible reasons were going through your mind. You think back to anything that might have changed, but nothing. When you stood back up and looked in the mirror, a sudden thought just came to mind. "Wait?......No.....I couldn't be could I?" You run to your bedroom and check your calendar, your periods were like clockwork, always the same each month. These last few weeks had been really busy, and you had barley any chance to remember your cycles, you should have remembered. Looking over your calendar, your thoughts race, you were 2 weeks late! "Oh god!" There was a big chance you could be pregnant, but you weren't 100% sure. You felt your breasts were a little tender, and slightly bigger, and you felt like you were going to throw up yet again. Once you came back from the bathroom again after throwing up another time, you needed to know the truth, and what better way...than a pregnancy test.

Thankfully, you weren't expected to start your shift until 1 o'clock, and it was 9 AM at the moment. So you got dressed and headed out of the hotel to the pharmacy along the beach. You bought 2 pregnancy tests to make sure the first was correct, and to really solidify the truth, you needed the truth. But there was an issue in your mind as you start walking back to the Solana, you were worried about taking the tests, and you weren't ready to tell Mateo yet, it wasn't confirmed so you didn't want to worry him. You didn't want to do it alone, you wanted someone there, for comfort, support. And there was only one person that came to mind, your best friend Kenneth. Knocking on his salon door when you came back, you see him sat on his swivel chair.

"Look! I've already told you Joyce! If I can't deal with those god awful split ends, noone can!" "Umm, Ken?" "Oh! Hello babe! I'm sorry, I thought you were Joyce. I tell you what, that woman really can't take my advice these days" "Advice? You literally thought I was her and insulted her hair" "In a positive way though!" Smirking at him, he gets up and gives you a hug, inviting you in to sit and chat. "Have you been alright today Ken?" "Yeh, I had a blow and go special this morning" "I didn't know you offered specials Kenneth?" "Oh no babe, that was from the guy who stayed over my place last night. I couldn't keep him off me...well...I didn't really stop him. He WAS absolutely gorgeous!" "Kenneth!" "What?! If he wants a piece of me he's more than welcome, and I didn't hear him complain. Well, he couldn't with his mouth full!" "Your terrible" "You wouldn't want me any other way babes. Anyway! What are you doing hear? Your not in uniform" "Yeh, I don't start till 1....I was hoping I could ask for a favour?" "Sure" "It involves the Salon being closed" "Ooh! Is this situation juicy?" "Pretty much" "You wait there!" He says excitedly as he runs to the door and puts up the closed sign. "Right! Tell me everything! I'll get the drinks from the fridge out back" He did offer you an alcoholic drink, but when you refused, he knew almost instantly. "YOUR NOT?! Are you pregnant?!" "Keep your voice down Ken, I don't know, but there is a chance. I woke up being sick, and I'm two weeks late" "Oh my god! Well have you got a pregnancy test?"

"I've got two" "Are they positive?" "I haven't used them yet. I was hoping you could be with me when the results come in" "What? In the toilet? I ain't gunna lie babes but watching you p#ss isn't-" "No Kenneth! Obviously I wouldn't get you to do that! I just don't want to be on my own when the results come in" "Ah alright. But can I ask, why aren't you doing this with Mateo? He is the dad after all, if there is a baby" "I want to be sure before I tell him. And you know as well as me, that if there is something important to tell him, it needs to be precise. He can get muddled up with words sometimes" "Yeh I hear you. You know, the other day he was in hear and I asked him to grab me some shampoo from the back. And he asked why I wanted to use a piece of human ex-" "Ok! I get! So yeh, I want to be sure before I tell him" "Well alright, take these into the bathroom at the back, and I'll wait for you to come back out" Taking the tests, you go into the salon bathroom and use both of them, hoping they would both be the same result. Positive or negative, as long as they were both the same, you'd have your answer. When you came back out, you had to wait two minutes, but you couldn't watch. So you hand them to Kenneth as you pace back and forth past the salon chairs.

"Why don't you sit down and have a drink babe?" "I can't, I'm tence, on edge" "Yeh, the edge of a bed with Mateo if this comes back pos-" "Your really not helping Kenneth" "Sorry" You keep walking back and forth, before Kenneth gives you a look, that stops you in your tracks. "Well? Are they both the same result?" "Yep..." "And?....." ".......they're both....positive"

"Oh...my god...." You say as you slowly sit back on one of the chairs, shock going through you. "Are you alright?...I'm mean...are you happy?" "I'm...I'm going to have a baby....I'm going to be a mum" "You've said in the past that you've always wanted to be a mum though" "Yes I have, and my mind hasn't changed, I do want this baby. It's just....a lot different when the baby is actualy there. I'm not quite sure how to feel, happy of course. I think I just need some time to let it sink in" "When are you going to tell Mateo?" "I don't want to tell him while he's working, he has enough going on as it is. We both finish at 7 tonight, I'll tell him then. I trust this just stays between us?" "Oh absolutely babe, I won't tell a soul" "Thank you" He hands you the positive tests, you were definitely pregnant. Walking back towards the door, Kenneth stops you before you leave. "Y/N, if you need to talk about it with me, I'm right hear if you need me ok?"

"Thank you Kenneth, I really appreciate-" You stop when you suddenly hear a loud crash and arguing from next door, it was Joyce's office, what the hell could be going on? You and Kenneth stand outside the salon and see Mateo storm out, looking angry, sweaty and his shirt was completely ripped. "Mateo?! What the hell happened in there?" "Y/N! This stupid boy came hear, and tried to get my job! He is stearing my job!" "Do you mean stealing?" "Yes, that's what I said! He ripped my shirt! And he wants to work behind my bar!" Then a young man walks out of the office looking quite smug, with his shirt ripped aswell. "Well old man, it looks like I'm hear for the next week. I look forward to working behind the bar" "What? No! That's my bar! Miss Temple Savage!" Joyce walks out, looking like she is having a hot flush. "Calm down Mateo, I'm just giving Jason a trial run with no pay" "Miss Temple Savage, you cannot do this! I am the barman!" "My decision is final Mateo, now get back to work....and for goodness sake, get another shirt on!" She says as she goes back to her office. You grab a green uniform shirt from behind the desk for him, Kenneth however, looks like he could watch Mateo all day, biting his lip as he watches him.

"Babe, why is your shirt ripped?" "This stupid boy came hear, trying to be the bar man. I don't like him. Estúpido idiota!"

"Mateo, just relax, he isn't going to take your job. Just try to ignore him ok?" "Fine, but if he pushes me, I will fight back like angry bull" Kenneth just snickers "Oooh, I'd love to see that" Mateo shrugs it off and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back to work. "Why did you give him a shirt? I could watch him be half naked all day" "Yes Kenneth, I could tell by the way you were drooling" "You can't blame me though can you? Your lucky, you have him. Right, well I'll see you a little later, my first client is coming over, I'll see you soon babes" "See you Kenneth" When it was time to start work, you head upstairs and get into your uniform. You were working around the pool and bar this afternoon, so the lovely sun was going to be shining everywhere. The pool was relatively busy, just the regulars who are there every year. You had just brought a trey of drinks to the Garvey's before you walked back to the bar. You heard the very familiar sound of a mobility scooter, and you knew exactly who it was. "Hello Madge, how are you today?" "Oh I've had an awful night, I've been constipated since Tuesday" "Oh dear, that's a shame. I can have a glass of prune juice made for you if you'd like?" "A glass of prune juice? F#ck off! I don't want any of that rubbish! I'll stick to my vodka and orange thank you very much" "How about pineapple?" "What about pineapple?" "If you blend pineapple and cucumber into a sweet juice, it can help with your issue" "Oh, is that right....well, could I have it with some vodka in it?" "I'll ask Matteo to make one up for you" "Thank you love"

And off she went, back over to her family. Matteo came over to you, smiling happily, he had the most gorgeous smile.

"Hola mi amor" "Hi Mateo, you seem to have cheered up since this morning" "Yes, that stupid boy is trying to shake his ass and be more popular than me. I hate him" "Were you talking about me?" Came a voice as the same man from before came behind Mateo, and shot you a charming look. "You again! This is my bar!" "There's enough room for both of us old dog" "Hhrrr te voy a pegar-" "Mateo! Detente porfavor" You often spoke to Mateo in Spanish, especially when you wanted to speak to him and not let anyone else understand. "Ooh, the beautiful lady speaks Spanish? Hello, my names Jason. I'm new hear" He says, holding his hand out to you. You don't move a muscle, pretty much ignoring him. "Mateo, could you make a pineapple and cucumber blend for Madge Harvey? And pop a bit of vodka in there too" "Sure, I'll make it now" Mateo walks away to make the drink, and you walk away from Jason, happy you stoped a fight. But, you weren't expecting Jason to catch up with you. "Hey hey wait! What's your name?" "It's Y/N. Now shouldn't you be working?" "Yeh, but I just wanted to say hello properly. I was thinking, a beautiful woman like you must like a night on the town? How about I take you out for a drink tonight? I can show you the most beautiful spots in benidorm"

"I'll pass" "Oh come on, please. Let impress you" "Oh you've already made an impression on me.. and my boyfriend" "Boyfriend? Who's-" You point to Mateo making a drink, and Jason looks baffled. "Him? Really?" "Yes, me and Mateo have been together for 3 years, and if you want to continue working hear, I suggest you do your job instead of trying to get your leg over" And just like that, you walk away from him, blowing a kiss to Mateo. Jason was annoyed someone as beautiful as you were with Mateo, maybe he could try and show that he was better, he was trying to be the better bar man after all, why not try to get his girl too. The day went by quite quickly, and many things had gone down. Including a fight between Mateo and Jason that Joyce had to split up with the help of Les.

He was getting so wound up by Jason, you hoped it wouldn't get any more boisterous. Unfortunately, it was never that simple hear in the Solana. Les came to you that afternoon and told you there was a competition between Mateo and Jason, and whoever wins stays at the Solana. You were so fed up with this fued between them, you were hoping to stop this tonight. In the evening, you and Mateo were finished, but he stayed on to prepare for the competition, making a sex on the beach cocktail as a large group gathered. As Mateo was doing his preparation, you tried to make your way to him, when Jason stopped you in your tracks. "Hey Y/N! How are you?" "I'm fine, I'm just need to talk to Mateo-" "Ah ah ah wait just a second! I have a proposition for you" "What? I don't have time for you right now, or anything you have to offer" "Oh really? Not even say...a night just me and you?" "Excuse me?!" "Come on, you honestly enjoy sleeping with that ancient fossil?" "He may be older than me, but he's more of a man than you ever will be. Oh! And by the way!" Taking a hold of his shoulder, you grab onto him and knee him in the groin. Making him grunt and wince in pain, falling to the floor and holding himself. You just smirk and walk away, in hopes to get to Mateo, but he's stuck before an enormous crowd.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, and turn to see Les in his outfit for the night. "Are you alright there sweet? You look worried" "I am worried Les, I don't want Mateo to do this competition. Jason's just doing it to get a rise out of him" "Aye, I know. But don't you worry, matteeo can do it" "Les, you know Mateo isn't good with cocktails!" "...Uhh..Aye...but we won't let Jason win, I promise" By the time you had finished talking to Les, Jason had brushed himself off and was back by the table with Mateo, and by that time, it was too late to intervene.

Jason was showing off to the crowd as Mateo was struggling getting the right ingredients, poor Mateo. He caught a glimpse of you in the crowd, and it helped spur him on, trying to outshine Jason beside him. It didn't quite work though, especially when he accidentally threw a drink on a woman in the front of the crowd. You couldn't watch anymore, you didn't want to see this. You make your way around the other side of the crowd, and bump into your boss, Joyce. "Oh! Sorry Joyce, I didn't see you there" "That's alright Y/N, oh my, is the competition going well?" "Barley, Jason's winning, but I don't want Jason hear. He wants Mateo's job!" "I know" "And he-wait what?" "Allow me to let you in on a little secret" Joyce tells you that a man came into the bar tonight looking for Jason, apparently Jason had been on the run for stealing wrist bands as well as many other things, working in bars all over benidorm. And once the competition had ended, this man was going to take care of him. "Oh my god! So Mateo won't loose his job?" "No Y/N, now, shall we watch?"

Feeling a small sence of relief, you do watch the rest of the competition with Joyce, happy in the knowledge that your boyfriend won't loose his job. The thing is, it's been such a roller coaster for Mateo today, is it really a good thing to tell him your news so soon? By the end, the crowd were cheering for Jason, it was heartbreaking. But this man Joyce spoke about, came to the front of the crowd, and as soon as Jason saw him, his face was as white as a sheet. He ran, this way, that way, anywhere he could avoid getting caught. Unfortunately, he tripped and the man was able to put him in a headlock, and drag him back out of the bar. That was certainly an interesting night, and now, this was your chance to speak with Mateo, alone. Once the table for the cocktails had been cleared, Mateo made his way back to the bar, and started going back to his normal routine with Les, this was your chance. You weren't quite ready to tell everyone your news, and you wanted to speak with Mateo privately. And the way you would do that, would be to speak in Spanish to him, letting him know you needed to talk. "Mateo necesito hablar contigo. En privado" "¿En realidad? ¿Ahora mismo?" "Si, en este momento" You made your way to a table near the back, and he came over a few moments later, with two drinks in hand. When he sat down, he could see there was something bothering you. "What is wrong mi amor?" "Nothing is wrong exactly. But firstly, Mateo, why in the world would you do that competition? You know cocktails aren't your speciality! You could have lost your job" "I know, I'm sorry. I just hated that little idiota! Trying to move in on my bar" "And your girl apparently" "What?"

"He was trying to flirt with me today, but don't worry, I kneed him in the balls" Mateo sucks in air through his teeth, he can imagine that pain. But the fact that Jason was trying it on with you was more painful. "He deserved that! He really tried flirting with you?!" "He tried, but failed. Trust me Mateo, your the only one for me" "As are you my beautiful Y/N. I am sorry about today, and I'm sorry I didn't kick his butt out of this hotel when I had the chance" "Well, a dad wouldn't want to behave that way would he?" "Si, but my wife refuses to let me see my children, you remember when I told you about her years ago" "But Mateo....what if there was...another baby?...." Mateo raises his eyebrow in confusion. "What?" Taking out the two positive pregnancy tests, you hand them to him, and his eyes go wide. "......I.....mi amor....your?" "Yes Mateo, I'm pregnant with your baby" It takes him a moment to show any expression on his face, it was shock for you too when you found out, it was bound to be the same with him. But a wonderful smile started to form on his face, excitement in is eyes, and a little chuckle coming out too. "You! We are having a baby! Oh mi hermosa diosa! I am so happy!" He pulls you in for a tight hug, he was over the moon about being a dad again. "When did you find out?" "This morning, I was going to tell you before, but you had been so busy today" "I'm sorry about that. But we're having a baby! I can't believe it! Oh! Don't drink the drink I gave you, it had alcohol in it. Your not allowed that anymore!"

The rest of that evening, you and Mateo had spent much more time together, even him occasionally touching your stomach and smiling. The night did go by quickly, but you do remember discussing with him about going to the hospital tomorow, to find out how far along you were and if there was anything you needed to do or take. The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh fruit, yogurt and freshly squeezed orange juice. And it was all being brought in to you by Mateo, holding it on a trey and acting like a waiter. "¡Buenos días mi hermosa diosa! How is my beautiful girlfriend and our baby doing?" "Aww Mateo, your so sweet. We're both fine, thank you. The early hours weren't the best though" "Ah yes, morning sickness. I bet you were glad I came in and held your hair back?" "And stroking my back, yes thank you. This looks lovely babe, you didn't have to" "But I wanted to mi amor, also I want to make sure you are well fed before we go and find out more about our baby" "The appointment isn't for another 2 hours babe" "I know...which means that maybe...." "You are insatiable Mateo" "Only around you, besides, we need to fit in as much...alone time as we can before the baby gets hear" "I can't exactly disagree with you on that" "But don't worry, I will be very gentle" "Mateo I'm pregnant, not made of glass!" "(Chuckles)"

[characterworkshoppe]

We Are a Family

Glorfindel x reader

Warnings : They talk about pregnancy, reader is afraid of pregnancy, the reader wants a family but not right now, that decision isn't for everyone it's just what I decided for this fic, fem reader, a bit of nudity in the bath, but overall just reaching an understanding and fluff, no beta, not enough peace of mind or time to edit so sorry about any mistakes, also I don't have as much experience with the Silmarillion as other people on tumblr so I'm basically shooting in the dark with elvish words. It's hit or miss and I'm hoping hit.

A/n : it's 2:36 am and I should be sleeping but no...I needed some Glorfindel and I hope you guys can enjoy too! If it's alright to ask please no constructive criticism with this particular fic, it's not perfect, by far not perfect but it's my first attempt that I tried doing. I've been struggling with the confidence to write for a while so please go easy on me!

It was no surprise to Y/N that Glorfindel had always dreamed of being an Adar, he fought bravely in the name of peace even having been reborn from that noble deed, and now that a time of peace has finally begun, Glorfindel wanted to experience the joys of creating and having children.

Small beings made from the love of him and his beloved. The pure joy, creativity, and laughter of children was the very image of peace and love to Glorfindel.

The peace he fought to earn.

He often asked his treasured Y/n what personality he thinks they might have or what mannerisms or even what interests they might inherit from the both of them.

Y/n always smiled and said "I'm not sure, only time will tell" with thoes words Glorfindel put his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

"Meleth nîn, you mean everything to me, I love you dearly" he whispered.

He often thought about how stunning Y/n would be carrying his child inside her.

Y/n smiled and pressed her head against his chest feeling the strength and intensity of his heartbeat, the heart that contained the bravery and courage this Balrog slayer.

However Y/n, as courageous as she usually is, could never find the courage within herself to tell Glorfindel something rather important about this wish of his and so time had come and chosen a time and place for her.

And that time and place was a late afternoon just after sparring practice. Glorfindel and Y/n were home in the bath as he leaned back slightly as Y/n washed his hair asking him about how he felt and all the interesting things he had to share.

He hummed in delight chatting all about his day as Y/n's nimble fingers were scratching and rubbing, thoroughly making sure his cascading golden locks were perfectly clean and scented to his preference.

Once Y/n rinsed it off, he walked out taking in the sight of her beautiful form in a thin dress, damp with water from the bath.

"Y/n, shall we try tonight? Starting a family I mean" he asked.

Y/n froze unsure of what to say, instead she averted her gaze.

"Melda, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? Please look at me" he asked.

"Glorfindel, could we please go to the bedroom" she whispered. "Yes of course" he said, gently lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.

He gently placed her on the bed and sat down himself, quickly glacing over her form, she seemed tense and trembling, he tried to discern what she might be feeling in this moment.

"Y/n, you do not need to answer my questions today, however, I'd like to ask if you feel ready to start a family, I'd like to hear your opinion when you feel ready to share it" he said.

"No no, you deserve an answer veru" she said taking a deep breath.

He patiently waited sitting by her and holding her hand. She looked at him and took a couple more breaths before starting.

"The long answer is yes but the short answer is no, truthfully I'm scared of pregnancy, but that does not mean I don't wish to start a family, just perhaps not right now, it doesn't mean that I don't trust you to be there for me and sit with me through every sickness and cravings, it just means I fear the changes that will happen to my body, I was once told I will never feel the same again after pregnancy, and thoes words stuck with me ever since" she explained.

Glorfindel held her close saying "Meleth nîn, you mean everything to me, I love you dearly, I'm sorry you felt scared to tell this to me, I promise I am not angry and I'm glad to hear what you have to say, and I don't mind waiting, we have all eternity until you feel ready melda"

He rubbed small circles on her back in a soothing gesture.

"I'm so sorry Glorfindel, I know you wanted a family" she said.

"Meleth, we are a family" he said as he nuzzled her neck playfully.

She wrapped her arms around him and said "Glorfindel, you're the sweetest husband anyone could ever ask for" as they enjoyed eachother's company well into the depths of the night.

......

Elvish words I googled

• Meleth nîn  (my love)

• Melda (beloved/ lovely, beautiful, desirable)

• Veru (husband)

• Adar (dad/father)

Honestly I don't know if this is correct I just googled these. I decided to take a risk and try to use what I could find.

Also this Glorfindel was basically molded by what little I read and understood in the Silmarillion, but mostly what I read on tumblr, especially by @icarus-fell-in-spring who has an incredible masterlist of fics and especially some beautiful Glorfindel ones (Hi! I'm the person/anon who asked for tips on writing Glorfindel a long while back! I finally attempted it! Still don't think it's good enough but I'm feeling brave enough to try posting it! And thank you for your reply too)

I also love how @lovefairymina writes Glorfindel and I was inspired to at least try!

[giantchasm]

top 10 pokemon characters/story arcs?

Hi! Sorry this response is coming a little late. I can take a bit to answer asks, but I swear in general I will get around to them. Life's just been hectic.

To answer your question, though (And assuming this only applies to mainline Pokemon— I'll do everyone a favor and spare you from hearing me talk about my feelings on PMD characters... unless people WANT to hear about those too?)

As a note, this is within the context of how well developed I think their characters/story were, so it's not in the order of my favorites in general. That would vary slightly. For example: I love Raifort, but her ass does NOT have that much going on. I'd also put Volo much higher up than I did on this list.

1 - N - Honestly, I had a lot of trouble deciding whether he or Lillie deserved first place. They're more or less a tie in my book. I think they both had character arcs handled extremely well in different ways. I ultimately opted for giving N this slot because I think BW is just the more thematically rich game as a whole, but I do love Lillie. N is just so fantastic, though. I love his arc as well as the different facets of his personality. He was the first character that was ever truly a "blorbo" in a fandom sense to me and with good reason. I would take Ibuprofen with him any day.

2 - Lillie - Like I said, Lillie almost made first place. I really do love her. I think her arc about learning to stand up for herself and generally carve out her identity as an abused child is extremely well done. She is my FRIEND and it made me VERY SAD when she left at the end of the game. I hope everyone who complains about Sun & Moon's story without ever having actually bothered to engage with it blows up forever.

3 - Arven - Say what you will about Scarlet and Violet- they're buggy, rushed games, but their story slaps. I think Arven's arc and the general way he's characterized is super well done. Although that goes for all of the ScarVi cast! I think they're just sincerely good characters. Blowing up everyone who didn't pay attention to the story then had the audacity to complain about it being bad with my mind here as well. [This is malice directed specifically towards Alpharad for his read on Penny, but don't tell anyone that]

4 - Silver - Silver's interesting in that he comes from a time when Pokemon character arcs weren't super defined but he has such a solid one, so he really stands out! I love him learning to open up, trust, and love his Pokemon and think the way that story is told organically through elements such as his Golbat finally evolving is wonderful. His Pokemas event with Ho-Oh made me cry.

5 & 6 - Cheren and Bianca - I feel weird separating these two because of the way their arcs parallel each other, so they're going together. They really do exemplify the way that Black and White were sincerely well-written games and I love their individual stories as well as the way they play into the themes of the overarching story as a whole.

7 - Cyrus - What a character. Cyrus is well and truly one of the most offputting yet interesting characters in the entire series. His nihilistic outlook burying what little he does seem to sincerely care about is so fascinating, and his backstory easily gives him even more depth. He's just this guy who's like... sincerely mentally unwell, and not in a cartoon villain way. He has legit psychological issues. I would love to study him under a microscope.

8 - Volo - This guy's one of my favorite Pokemon characters, but even I've gotta admit he doesn't actually have that much going on. I feel like so much of what I like about him just came from my head. That said, he has a fun charisma about him, even in canon, and I loved getting stabbed in the back. Please stab me in the back more, GameFreak. ([A flying ice-cream truck appears over my head, a la SpongeBob] IN THE STORY! PLEASE DON'T STAB ME IN THE BACK BY MAKING DISAPPOINTING GAMES...)

9 - Barry - Yet another fantastic character from gen 4. I love him realizing he needs to actually take some things seriously and the way he grapples with his failure to protect the Pokemon of the lake. For the third time in this post I'm blowing people up with my mind, specifically the people who just see him as annoying and loud and don't pay attention to the way he changes over the course of the game. ADHD king.

10 - Bede - Tbh... I don't know if Bede actually deserves to be on this list. I think it's probably a little offensive to put any SWSH character on this list. But truth is... I just like him! Even if it was ostensibly poorly executed, I'm a complete sucker for the "spoiled brat gets smacked in the face by reality and has to learn some goddamn humility" trope, and he embodies it well. I also like how ultimately he finds himself and his place in the world through embracing things stereotypically associated with femininity :) I simply think it's nice.

[musekicker]

I've been working to write more with Ghost. And with the thought of the Ghost stealing food with her sai's head canon, I ended up writing this.

This was the first time Ghost went out to eat with the other monkeys with Chiro as the leader. The place was new to Ghost. It had not been here when Ghost had been here before. Despite that, the food itself was familiar to her. Enough that she was comfortable enough to fall into a old habit.

"Watch your fries." Sprx said to Chiro.

"What?" Chiro asked. "Why?'

The warning came too late. Ghost had leaned over far enough that she could easily reach Chiro's tray. And in one quick movement, she had speared one of the fries on his tray with her right sai. Just as fast she pulled her sai hand back with her stolen prize.

"Too slow." Ghost said.

"Hey!" Chiro cried.

Ghost just grinned and ate the fry. None of the other monkeys looked surprised at all by this fry thievery.

"Tried to warn you." Sprx said.

"Ghost's always done this." Nova said. "Anything small she can spear with her sai's are fair game."

"She'll steal extra tomatoes or mushrooms too." Gibson added in. "So watch those too."

Ghost grinned in response to the facts about her being said. Not at all denying any of them. She even seemed to be eyeing another fry. Chiro was a fast learner . And he pulled his tray away from Ghost's reach. Trying to keep some of his fries Chiro tried asking Ghost a question that might distract for even a moment.

"Are you a vegetarian like Antauri?" Chiro asked.

Ghost shook her head.

"I wouldn't say so. More like I enjoy food with some veggies involved? And mushrooms. I love mushrooms." Ghost said. "Will never touch those shakes Antauri use to make ever again though. Tried one once and I regretted it. Never again."

Antauri's reaction to that comment was a slight smile. A surprising thing considering Ghost had insulted the shakes he used to like.

"You may make fun of my shakes but it helped saved the day once." Antauri said.

Ghost let out a short laugh.

"That has to be a lie." Ghost said.

The fact that no one else looked amused or were laughing was a surprise to Ghost.

"He's really not lying." Chiro said. "It came in handy when we fought that colon creature."

Ghost paused, on the fence between perplexed and disgusted.

"I'm sorry. Did you say a colon creature?" Ghost asked.

"Yeah." Chiro said.

"That was... not my favorite danger to deal with." Gibson said.

"It wasn't that bad." Otto said.

Everyone stared at Otto.

"Otto, you got sick off of that food for a whole week afterwards." Nova said.

"Lots of things have made me sick before. The colon creatures food isn't special." Otto replied.

Now that the group was being reminded of this gross it was affecting the meal. Nova looked down at her food. She frowned as she had the memory of that whole incident with the colon creature. She found herself no longer thinking her food appetizing.

"You know.. I don't think I'm hungry anymore." Nova said.

She sighed and pushed her tray away from herself. Sprx, Gibson, and Chiro must had been thinking of the same thing because they did the very same thing.

Ghost had not been there for the incident so had no memories to make her feel unwell at the sight of the fast food. As for Otto, he was well known to have a stomach made of iron. They both were eyeing the food that was up for grabs.

"No ones eating the rest of their food then?" Otto asked.

"Yes, that is the case." Gibson said.

"Yeah, go wild." Sprx added in.

Otto and Ghost together didn't quite finish off the food but at least much didn't get wasted after that.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Sorry for the delay! Things have been crazy with work @professional-benaddict

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After a round of questions, being sedated again as he started having a panic attack. Peter awoke the next day to Ben, Harley, and Stephen, surrounding him still in the private recovery room at the hospital.

" It's going to be okay Dad. Papa is strong and I'm sure we can work this out" Harley reaches out to hold Peter's hand. Offering him a shakey smile.

Peter does his best not to start crying on the spot again as he slowly recalls the news he heard the day before. His eyes water before he takes a deep breath. He glanced at his son's before looking back at Stephen. God, this is horrible.

" We... we have to be smart about this. I uhh.." he shifts on the hospital bed and winces a little.

" I have felt he has... been unwell for a while. "

Harley snorts and shakes his head.

" Papa has been off the rails for a few years now, Dad. We just..."

Harley looks over at Ben before looking back at Peter.

" It's not our place... but we know... we know that Papa loves you. He has just been so.... hostile lately. "

Nodding before sighing, Peter looks back at Stephen.

" We need Pepper and the best lawyers...." he glances at where his chart is.

" Boy's. Would you mind stepping out for a moment. Just need to talk to Uncle Stephen privately. "

" But -"

" No buts. After I've talked to him, we will let you know."

Once Ben and Harley exit the room, Peter leans back again his pillows, grabbing the remote connected to the bed. Once he finds the correct button, he pushes - the bed starts sitting up right for him.

" Stephen... you know... last time I was in the hospital... before Morgan. That the OPS was called cause of the... infected bite?"

Stephen frowns and nods his head. " Yes. But what does... do you have more?"

Peter shakes his head but points to his medical chart. " I have a medication cream i put on them now. So they don't get infected like before. But... once you're on OPS radar.... they even visited when I was pregnant with Morgan and after to... check on things."

Stephen steps around the bed and opens up the chart, and starts reading. Surgery fine, bleeding stop.

Ah, here it is.

' Patient has unusual number of bite marks on the point of being excessive. Healed scared over marks and fresh ones. The patient has 12 bite marks over all. History of past infected bite. OPS investigation 10 years prior'

Sighing, before pinching the bridge of his nose, Stephen turns to look at the frail looking Peter on the hospital bed.

" With the past history... these notes... this... episode in the waiting area... OPS is going to have a hell of a case to get you and Morgan removed..."

Peter nods his head, reaching up to wipe at his eyes as he can't stop the tears now.

" I know.. but you know Tony. He... this isn't him. We knew something was wrong. But he is so... he didn't want to admit it. We need to be more sure that he gets... treatment. Anything that can provide that he can't be at fault... and you will need to walk Ben through this. I... they.. I'm not able to."

" Cause you're an Omega and society while having improved. Still see Omega's as second-class citizens. And Ben, while he is your son, he is the closest adult Alpha relative... since Tony isn't of sound mind right now."

Nodding again, Peter glances at the door before looking back at Stephen.

" Yeah... his personality is basically the same just... more... feral, I guess. I .. there has to be something wrong. The only way we can... maybe get ahead of this. Ben needs to have the lawyers order a medical or..a psychology test. Maybe even both."

Stephen had really hoped that he wouldn't have had to deal with more Tony Stark issues. But seeing the sad, desperate look of despair on Peter's face. He knew he would do anything he could to help. God damn those big brown eyes.

part 8 of the omegaverse au, part 7 in the reblog by @winterspiderpurrs

link to work on AO3 where everything is being edited and then uploaded

Peter comes to slowly, then suddenly. He sits up, like he was startled awake from a nightmare. A pair of hands gently push him to lay back down, and Peter’s Omega instincts and primal sense of smell tell him it is another Omega. He feels safe, and besides, trying to keep track of even one thought is hard, so he falls into darkness again.

The second time, he wakes up a little startled again, but his mind is more clear. He remembers he is in hospital, so he does not mind when an Alpha doctor comes over. He is probed a bit, talked to, and then his bed is moved.

Another nurse helps him to sit up a little, saying his family is waiting for him. Peter asks to see them, and after a little wait, Ben and Harley appear. But, the Alpha with them is not Tony. It is Stephen.

“Hey…” Peter greets his boys with a loopy smile nonetheless. Both Ben and Harley come closer to give their Omega father a kiss and gentle hug.

“How you feeling? You look a bit weird.” Ben says, making Harley elbow his older brother.

Peter laughs, then sighs.

“I feel okay. Better now than when I first woke up. But… where’s your Papa?”

Both Ben and Harley drop their gazes. Ben looks to Stephen who is stood behind them. The Alpha doctor comes around to the other side of Peter’s bed.

“Peter… I- I don’t know how to say this, but… He’s here, in the security ward.”

Peter’s brows knit into confusion.

“Wha… what do you mean?”

“Your surgeon probably hasn’t spoken to you yet, but there were some complications with your surgery. They were supposed to do it laparoscopically, like, make just a few cuts, but there was bleeding they couldn’t stop. So, they opened you up on the left side to finish your left ovary. It’s all fine, I was told, just a longer recovery than first expected-”

“What’s that got to do with my Alpha?” Peter’s tone is stronger now.

Ben and Harley looks nervously at him. They are both adults, but they are young. They are very grateful that they have their Alpha uncle to break the bad news.

Stephen sighs gently before continuing.

“The boys texted me since you were taking so long in surgery. And Tony… He wasn’t doing good. He got upset and… he got violent. Scared the heck out of the boys, I’m sure. And security was called and… He wasn’t himself, at all. He was feral.”

Peter shakes his head in disbelief, tears welling in his eyes.

“No, no… No…”

This is what he feared.

“He’s sedated in the security ward. He’s gonna be arrested, if he hasn’t already, and then taken to jail.”

Peter doesn’t dare face his boys, but he has to. The sight breaks his heart. Ben and Harley look close to tears, but Harley definitely has cried. They are closed off, eyes downcast. Ashamed.

“I’m so sorry, Peter.” Stephen says, quietly, but honestly.

The silence is thick and heavy, like a heavy and choking fog. There is a knock on the door, and Peter’s surgeon enters.

“Hi. How is it going here?” The surgeon asks gently.

Peter lets out a choked scream and bursts into tears.

[metalcd]

// just finished up making a carrd page for metal! some things on the page will be updated over time but please give it a read when you have the chance.

also for the relationships / “friends” page, i’ve added mains and muses metal has interacted with frequently so far. but if any mutuals want their muse to have a relationship with metal feel free to let me know! i’m always down to discuss pre-established relationships. ♡♡♡

[miyacreampie]

Lenny sensei's class has begun!~♡

“Naughty boy~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Ushijima being horny and desperate enough to touch himself while talking to us on the phone.

note 🖋️;; This is my first time writing something like this. It was something random that popped into my head lmao- sorry if it's shitty or doesn't make sense- I started writing it at 3am-

Male pronouns used.

Not enough.

Ushijima felt as if he needed something specific to help him get off. He had asked Tendou for help with his dilemma, and the redhead did so, albeit being surprised. Now, Tendou knew he shouldn't have been surprised, but Ushijima usually never showed any interest towards these kinds of things. But Ushijima was a man after all- it was bound to happen eventually.

The olive-haired man went through the sites Tendou had sent him, although it did make him cum, he still didn't feel satisfied. He texted his friend that it didn't work, but thanked him for his help. (Although that did take a while because his hand was shaking.)

‘Maybe if I try touching somewhere else it'll calm down..’ He spread his legs, reaching down to touch his hole. ‘I'll try this since that woman in the video seemed to enjoy it.’ Wakatoshi flinched and let out a shaky breath as he inserted one finger.

Just as he was about to insert a second finger, his phone rang. Ushijima didn't want to answer, but after he read the contact name, he answered it because he didn't feel like dealing with being attacked with questions. Especially during his current situation.

“Hey, ‘Shijima-kun!” (Y/n)'s tone of voice was as playful as Tendou's, but with a more adult charm to it. Ushiwaka's cock twitched upon hearing it. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place for the weekend– it's cool if you can't. Heh.”

Another finger entered Wakatoshi's now clenching hole. He let out a soft moan, not loud enough to be heard over the phone, but it still had him fearing his friend may have heard him. “Uhm- s..sure…” Ushiwaka didn't know how or why, but (Y/n)'s voice made him feel hot. Maybe he'd finally be able to get his dick to go down after all! He'd do anything at this point- desperate wouldn't even be the right word for him. He was beyond desperate.

“Oh cool. Anytime is fine. Well, I guess I'll–”

“How've you been lately, (L/n)-san..?” Ushijima asked, trying to drag the conversation on.

(Y/n) was taken aback by the other man wanting to talk more. Usually they would end the call there. “I've been good I guess- can't say the same for the weather though, am I right?” The (h/c) man let out a quiet laugh. “What about you?”

Ushi answered, despite his voice not agreeing with him. “I..I've been w-well..hng~..” Unlike the first time he let out a lewd sound, (Y/n) heard it loud and clear this time.

A smirk slowly crept it's way across (Y/n)'s face. He had never heard Ushiwaka sound so..whiny. It made him kinda happy. “Are you sure? You sound a bit unwell to me.” (Y/n) feigned a concerned tone, and listened for his friend's voice.

“Hah~..mm~..”

“‘Shijima-kun?”

Upon hearing (Y/n) call his name from the other end, he snapped back into reality (from wherever the hell his mind was). “Y-yes!” That came out a little louder than he would have liked it to. He cleared his throat. “I'm perfectly fine..(L/n)-san.”

“Wakatoshi–” There was a brief silence (other than Ushijima's quiet whimpers and moans) before (Y/n) continued. “–please don't push yourself. Get some rest.”

At that moment, Ushijima felt as if he were about to cum. Was it because (Y/n) said his name? “..again...hah~..”

“What?”

Ushiwaka rolled over on his stomach, still playing with his hole as he rubbed his cock against the fabric of the bedsheets underneath him. “My name– say it again.. please~”

‘Is he being serious right now?’ (Y/n) unconsciously raised an eyebrow. “Wakatoshi..?” His voice came out a little deeper, but a bit quieter than he thought it would, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing?

Hearing his name in a soft-spoken voice; he lost it. Ushijima let out a loud whine as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the sheets as well as his stomach and chest. It was so much more intense than the other times– his vision was hazy, and his body shook from the intensity of the orgasm. Then, it finally happened. His cock spewed a bit more cum before finally going limp.

Wakatoshi had never felt so relieved. He didn't even care about the mess he made. He was just glad he finally got rid of his (kinda) painful hard-on. Though that didn't last long as he was scared half to death by (Y/n)'s laughter. Did the orgasm fry his brain? How the hell did he forget that he was on the phone with (Y/n) that fast?

“‘Shijima-kun, you naughty, naughty boy..~♡”

“W...what?”

“Tori-kun told me about your little problem, so I decided to check on you. I didn't think you'd get off to my voice..you dirty boy~♡”

‘Shit. I got carried away. But it felt so–’ His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the growing pressure in his lower abdomen. He was getting hard again.

“Fuck.”

I hope I made the homies horny 😩 thanks for reading, darling. ♡

The class session is now over!~♡

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Hi John. I'm rewatching Broadchurch again and Hardy needs sleep and a meal and cuddles and kisses and so I'm asking for a nice and soft drabble, with either Martin or Bill + Alec, when you have the time. :)

Let's go with Bill this time, because I do believe I've written Martin taking care of Alec in a prompt before! :O

Warning: Hardy is basically having a stress cold

Sorry if this is all over the place, I’m sick and stuck at my apartment, but I’m in the mood to get this done, so let’s hope for the best. 

On with the fic!

--

Hardy should have known better when he kept seeing Miller giving him looks from her desk, then her little 'private' phone call during break.

The moment he saw Bill walk into the office, Hardy was ready to give Miller a lecture about keeping her nose out of his business. But he didn't get a chance, as Bill grabbed him, picked him up from his seat, and started to gather his stuff without a word.

"Bill, whatever she told you-" Hardy sighed, but Bill gave him a look.

"She said you've been dozing off at your seat all shift, and that you look unwell. I told you this morning that you should stay home, you need some rest, you'd be fine after a day."

"Can we not do this, especially in front the office..."

"It'll just be for a day, besides, Ellie said it's a slow shift, and you really could use the rest." Bill said, his tone indicating that there would be no arguing.

--

Hardy found himself at home, sitting on the couch with Bill looking him over. He hated this, it was humiliating, even more so than having it done by his regular doctors, this was his husband! He didn't need to be doing this.

"Hm, just as I thought, you've given yourself a stress cold." Bill said in that stupid way he does when he's in work mode. "Perfectly normal with your life of work, and with you."

"Then I can go back to work, if this is perfectly normal for me." Hardy said in a mocking tone.

"Ellie said she'd string you up by your own tie if you step foot in the office at any time today."

And she would, so Hardy sighed, leaning back into the couch. "So, what exactly do you expect me to do with the rest of my day? I'm not exactly known for relaxing, Bill."

"And that's why I'm here. I don't have to work, so I'm going to take care of you."

"That's work."

"Not when it comes to my husband." Bill sat himself down next to Hardy and started to unbutton his shirt. "And no, I'm not doing anything you're thinking, I'm going to get you into more comfortable clothes."

"Wasn't thinking anything of the sort." Hardy smirked just a little at him. Bill looked up at him, giving a small scoff, but smiled. He removed the button up, before leaving to get one of Hardy's house sweaters, then moved to the kitchen when he returned.

"Just spend time with me, it's been a while anyway, we've been so busy lately." Bill spoke from the other room as he prepared the kettle.

Hardy looked over the back of the couch, seeing Bill as he worked. "Feels like this is an excuse to do so, not that I'm complaining about spending more time with you. You could have just said something."

"First off, you know it wouldn't have really worked. Second, you really do have a small cold, should be over by tomorrow, and besides, spending time with me will help you anyway."

There was a small pause. "And besides, I like taking care of you." Bill added on, keeping his eyes on the kettle.

Hardy smiled a bit, before looking away, giving the other man some space. Bill was still trying to get used to being more affectionate, less emotionally constipated and the like, the marriage had helped a lot, and even these little gestures did him good.

Still, he didn't have to take Hardy from work for this, but he wasn't going to complain about it. Too much.

Bill returned with two mugs of tea, sitting himself down next to Hardy, keeping him close. "Relax, I can tell you're still tense." Bill commented.

"What, can your doctor sense pick up on that?" Hardy snorted.

"I know you well enough to tell, unclench your jaw, it's not good for your teeth."

"Oh, now you're a dentist?" He joked and Bill rolled his eyes. "When did you get a change in career?"

"Shut up and drink your tea, Hardy." Bill swatted his arm. “I’ll prepare us some lunch, I’m sure I can make something light yet filling for you, because I’m pretty sure all you’ve had today is toast and tea. Again.”

Hardy clucked his tongue. “Bet a certain bird told you that.”

“An informative bird in an orange jacket, yes. Now, tea and comfort, that’s your assignment at the moment, detective.” 

Flashing him a certain hand gesture, with his ring hand to be an extra sort of ass, Hardy turned back to the warm mug in his other hand, taking a drink. Made exactly how he liked it, of course. He said a quiet thank you, knowing that Bill heard him. 

--

Bill was doing his best in this marriage, he really didn’t want to fuck up a second time around with it, nor a third with a relationship like this. And if that meant being a bit overbearing with taking care of his husband, than so be it.

At least Alec wasn’t putting up too much of a fuss, just his usual snark and stubbornness, but Bill saw that coming long before he had made his way to the office to grab the man and take him home.

Still, he had noticed this morning that Alec had been sluggish, tired, and just a little off his usual game when it came to getting himself ready for work. Hell, he noticed it last night when he got home from work, and he had been happy to receive the call from Ellie this morning. 

Right now, as he watched some movie the was only half paying attention to, Alec was leaning against him, drowsy, barely keeping his eyes open. They had been sitting together for two hours now, with barely much protest from the detective about the situation.

There hadn’t been much talking either, outside of a few comments here or there, and a small argument over how Bill did not see that he looked identical to the main actor in this movie, yet Alec was insistent on it. It was the Doctor Who argument all over again, just in reverse.

As Bill watched the screen, he felt his husband’s head knock against his shoulder, heard the faint sound of even breathing. Glancing, he found that Alec was sound asleep against him.

He always looked so much more relaxed when asleep, much younger without his stress showing on his face when awake. Bill couldn’t help the small smile that came to him as he wrapped his arm around the man, kissing the top of his head. 

“Stubborn fool.” He commented into brown locks of hair, then pulled back, eyes on the television screen as he held his sleeping husband close. 

--

The movie they’re watching is whatever Michael Sheen-led movie you want it to be.

[mytwistedhome]

Pomefiore and Ignihyde when they find out you have Anorexia

Trigger warning to anyone who suffers with an eating disorder!!

I decided to write these headcanons because I've been having a really tough two weeks, and thinking of the twst boys makes me happy...

I hope this can maybe bring comfort to someone else, or at least provide some bit of entertainment. My intention is not to cause harm or trigger anyone. That is the last thing I want.

Other dorms will be coming as well! I already started working on all of them, but I just haven’t finished them. They will most likely be posted the next time I have a bad day //

One more quick thing: I will be posting requests this week! I’ve already broken several promises that I made in regards to the time I’d post, and I feel horribly guilty. I’m sorry for the wait. I know I shouldn’t tell you to expect something on a certain day and then delay it for weeks. I should be honest about my efficiency, and I am sorry.

I'm also sorry for not responding to message (this applies to all my blogs...) I see them, but then forget about them, and then cower away because I feel like I'm already too late. I hope this little apology is enough to suffice... I'll apologize properly to every person when I find the courage. I know I shouldn't be doing this to people who've been kind to me just because I feel unwell. Please know that I am very sorry, and I'm trying to be more responsible and less careless to those around me.

💜

Vil Shoenheit

So that's why your skin is so dry and you have bags under your eyes

He scolds you at first. He believes that you’re starving to get a good figure, and he tries to inform you that doing so is unhealthy and that being malnourished actually makes a person quite ugly.

As if you haven’t already heard all this before

You try to tell him that you’re not doing this to look good. At least, not anymore. Sure, it started out as a way to lose weight, but it soon became an obsession much more meaningful than beauty or weight-loss.

He doesn’t understand. Why would you deliberately hurt yourself like that? Especially when you’re aware of all these negative outcomes?

Nevertheless, he is still very worried about you

He wouldn't normally concern himself with such a personal problem, but he would feel so guilty if he just stood back and watched you whither away

So, he does, indeed, go out of his way to try and help you

He finds a psychology book about eating disorders in the library, and he reads it in its entirety

He is... quite disturbed. He never imagined that you could be suffering so badly.

He's smart enough to realize that he, himself, can't do anything to make you better

He encourages you to seek professional help, and he even searches for phone numbers you can call and therapists/counselors close by of whom you can see

You are really touched by his efforts to find help, and you promise him that you will see one of the counselors he recommended

But... several weeks go by, and you haven't done anything

Vil grows furious. Don’t you want help!?

He takes your lack of seeking help rather personally... He went out of his way to provide with the things he felt that you really needed. Don’t you appreciate that? Don’t you care about yourself? What more do you want him to do?

You try to tell him that you don’t want him to do anything, that you’ll find help when you’re ready--

Vil isn’t buying that

What does “ready” mean, anyways? When you’re already in the grave?

He’s a bit harsh on you... He points out the patches of dry skin along your neck and chest, the way the hairs of your arms always stand on end from goosebumps, the metallic taste in your mouth...

Are you happy with those things? Do you really want to live this way?

You try and try to explain to him that it’s hard to get help and go back to eating normally

It spirals into an argument...

Vil is done with this. He did what he could and got you the resources you need to begin recovery. Once you decide to get help, he will be there for you. He will be there whenever you reach out for support, comfort, or care. But, until then, don’t talk to him about it. Don’t complain about your misery until you have sought proper help. It’s your fault at this point, isn’t it?

Rook Hunt

He had noticed that you were very quickly losing a lot of weight

He was concerned, but he never imagined that the problem could be something so serious

You're actually surprised with just how much he's concerned. You thought that if there was anyone to romanticize such a disease, it would be him

But he seems to know more than you thought about such disorders

He begs you to get professional help, and he is quite a bit more pushy and earnest than Vil is...

You try to explain to him that no doctor or therapist could ever help unless you were READY and WANTED to be helped

Well, he doesn't understand why you don't want help

He's pushing and pushing you... begging you to seek a professional

You get so frustrated that you turn and leave. He just doesn't understand!

And now Rook is even more distressed. How will he ever get through to you? How can he ever help you?

Now, every time he sees you, he looks at you with such sorrow

He sadly remarks upon how your beauty is fading... and how he fears that your life may be fading as well

Your heart aches to hear such sincere worry... Your chest feels tighter than it normally does as you crumble with guilt

You promise yourself you'll get better... Just so you won't have to see Rook with a horribly sad expression whenever he passes you

You start eating more in front of him to ease his worry, which does work a little bit

You add about 400 more calories to your usual intake--enough so that your "recovery" becomes visible through the way you bounce with energy

But you stay up late at night, running laps and doing situps to burn off some of that intake

And you keep losing weight

In fact, it's worse now because your body is aching from the unfamiliar intake and exercise...

Well, at least you look better

At least you have Rook fooled

Or so you think. It'll only be a matter of weeks before he catches onto your schemes and grows so distressed once again

He tries to sit you down and have a talk with you... He just really wants you to get help

Epel Felmier

Poor Epel finds out after he witnesses you collapsing in the middle of the hallway when no one else is around

He panics and rushes to your side, trying to see what is wrong and how he can help you

You blacked out for several seconds, which is why you collapsed, but even though you have your vision back, everything is still very cloudy and you are too weak to stand up

This makes Epel panic even more

You try to calm him down, despite your weakness

"it's okay, Epel...! Just get me something to eat. Please, I need something to eat. Hurry!"

He is a bit confused, but he does what you say, and he rushes off to find you some food

While he is gone, you try to stand, but to no avail. Your stomach aches with hunger and you are cold all over. Your body just feels so miserable

He rushes back to you with an apple and places his hands on your shoulders in concern as you quickly eat it down

That apple... It's the best thing you've ever tasted, but it's gone too quickly, and your mouth waters for more as the last bites slide down your throat

Although it was small, it still gives your body such a blissful burst of energy. All your senses are ignited now that you have finally eaten something after such a long fast, and your head is hurting far less

You stand up and smile at Epel, thanking him graciously before turning to leave

Uuuhhhhh.... What was that?

You suddenly collapse on the ground and then are all better after eating a simple apple?

No way is Epel going to let you go just like that. He holds you back, demanding an explanation, for it surely seems you know quite a bit about this bizarre thing that just happened

You try to tell him it's nothing, just a strange thing that happened this one time

Well, then, how did you know how to fix it by eating something?

You quickly lie and tell him you get dizzy sometimes and fall due to low blood sugar

Well, now your story is inconsistent

He presses you for the truth, growing rather angry

His harsh tone begins to scare you, and you tell him... You tell him that, sometimes, you go days without eating, and it of course causes you to grow so weary that you faint

You watch as all the frustration quickly rushes away from Epel's face, leaving his eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock

"That... That's really unhealthy..."

Oh, great. Not this speech again

But, it actually isn't a lecture about how this is such a "dangerous diet"

Instead, Epel pours out all his concern with a sad look upon his face

He knows that he can't do much, but he assures you that you can come to him if ever things become too tough to handle

You're touched by his offer, and you thank him for his understanding

But, now, everytime he's around, he watches you with care to see if you're doing alright and to make sure you don't fall over again

You hadn't expected him to worry this much...

If Epel ever thinks that things are getting out of hand, he will likely go behind your back to someone who can help for your sake

💙

Idia Shroud

He really wishes that he hadn't found out because now he can't stop worrying

This is the kind of thing that would just be easier to ignore and shut away from his mind

But how could he possibly ignore something as serious as this?

He keeps telling himself that this isn't supposed to be his issue

But... It is his issue, isn't it? If you ended up dying and he knew all along about your suffering yet did nothing to help, than that would mean that he aided in your death, right?

He's really starting to panic. He doesn't what you dead. Not at all

But... What is he supposed to do???

He calms himself down and tries to think

Perhaps if he built you a mechanical body that didn't need food this whole thing would seize to be a problem...

No, bad idea

Well, that will be his last resort if nothing else works...

He messages you and tries to plead with you to please just eat and take care of yourself...

You message back, explaining to him that it really isn't that simple

He decides to ask why you're doing this, and he tries to show through his words how much he really cares

You feel comfortable enough in telling him some of the reasons why you think you started, and why it's now so hard to stop and all you want is to continue with it...

Idia is happy that you were able to open up to him this much, but what is he really supposed to do with this information? He's no therapist...

Well, being vulnerable with you emotions and talking about the problem is at least one step in the right direction, isn't it?

Idia continues to try to be a source of comfort for you, while also encouraging you to seek proper help

Ortho Shroud

Oh, no... He can’t help you with this, can he?

Why can’t he help you? Why won’t you get better?

Surely nii-san programmed him with something that could help you...

Right...?

RIGHT!?

Why aren’t you better?

Why are you doing this to yourself!?

Ortho is a mess... so distressed. He can’t understand--he doesn’t have the capacity to understand such a disorder, and he is so frustrated that nothing he does is helping!

And he does everything

He exhausts himself trying to “fix your mind”

His eyes are wide, yellow irises shaking with misery

Knowing that you are willingly hurting yourself actually traumatizes him...

He can't wrap his head around such an awful mental illness. To him, it looks as though you're really trying to harm, hurt, and even kill yourself by your own accord

Something must be wrong with your brain, but he just doesn't know what!

The poor child is so upset. He's panicked and worried sick

And now you feel even worse

Sorry for ending on such a horrible note... I was originally going to have all the dorms, so Diasomnia would’ve come and saved the day, but I just didn’t finish them.

[little-red-beret]

I've seen a lot of 707 taking care of Saeran when he's sick fics but what about the reverse? Sick Saeyoung caretaker a very anoyed Saeran

When Seven began feeling tired that afternoon, he thought it was just from staying up late the night before. Well, it could have been, but it was only just the beginning of the problem. As he worked, hacking away, Seven started to feel hot and lightheaded. Again, this wasn’t suspicious enough for him to question it. The room could have been hot for any number of reasons. Besides, he had been working hard all day, so it was only natural for him to feel a little strange. Seven dismissed all the strange sensations he was experiencing, promising himself a nap when he got home today.

By the time Seven got home, his temperature had gone all the way from burning hot to ice cold. It was the middle of summer, and yet his skin was covered in goosebumps. Seven stepped inside and was greeted by Saeran. “Did you buy the ice cream?” Saeran asked, expression bright with hope. His eyes searched Seven for shopping bags, and his face quickly fell. Seven blinked in surprise. He hadn’t even thought about Saeran and the ice cream. Had he really been that distracted? “Sorry, Saeran,” Seven apologised hastily with a smile. “I’ll go back and get it.”“Really? Thanks!” Saeran chirped eagerly. “Remember, it’s the Melona brand, strawberry flavour. An eight pack like always?”

Seven was only half listening. He couldn’t take his eyes off his brother’s face as it seemed to grow bigger and bigger. It almost seemed to distort for a split second, or was it just Seven’s imagination? “Saeyoung?” Saeran called. Seven nodded slowly, still eyeing Saeran’s face in confusion. The longer he stared at it, the stranger he looked. Maybe after he finished this errand he should lie down.

Seven nodded slowly and smiled at Saeran. “I know the one!” He assured Saeran cheerfully. “I’ll go with you anyway. It’ll be nice to take a walk.” Saeran proclaimed. Seven was relieved to finally look away from Saeran’s strange face when he stepped back out the door.

Ten minutes later, Seven and Saeran arrived at the nearest convenience store. Despite the hot weather, Seven was feeling colder than ever. The energy was being sapped from his body, and he felt weak and lightheaded. The two boys went into the store and Saeran grabbed the ice cream he wanted. Seven took the ice cream from Saeran as a display of kindness, but deep down he suspected he was just trying to prove his capabilities to himself.

Holding the ice cream made Seven feel even colder. As he made his way towards the cash register, he began to feel really weak and started shaking. The box of ice cream slipped from his hands and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Saeran gasped and rushed to pick it up. “Be more careful!” Saeran warned, cradling his precious ice cream. “Sorry,” Seven replied with a smile, subtly clasping his shaking hands behind his back. With Saeran now carrying the ice cream, they completed their journey to the cash register. Once the ice cream had been scanned, Saeran turned to Seven. Seven reached into his pocket shakily and felt nothing. He checked the rest of his pockets and laughed giddily.

“Did you leave your wallet behind?” Saeran stared at his brother in disbelief. Seven silently turned to get it, no longer able to think of a clever reply at this point, but Saeran placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “I’ll get it.” “That would be good, Saeran….” Seven replied, then admitted shyly, “I’m not feeling so well.” Shock flashed across Saeran’s face in an instant. He obviously hadn’t had a clue that Seven had been feeling strange this afternoon. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” Saeran demanded, confirming Seven’s suspicions. Before Seven could answer, Saeran had already left to get his wallet.

“Sir, you’re shaking. Maybe you should sit down.” The cashier, a young, very cute lady suggested to Seven. He looked down and realised that he was indeed shaking, so much now that it was too obvious to hide. “I think I will,” Seven replied distantly. He took her advice and sat down on a bench outside the store. He sighed and rested his elbows on his knees.

Seven was beginning to feel dizzier by the second. Much to his relief, Saeran returned after what felt like a few minutes. Seven followed him back into the store and they paid for the ice cream. “I hope your brother feels better soon,” the cute cashier told Saeran. “I’m sorry if he caused you any trouble,” Saeran replied in a humble voice. “Oh, he was an angel. Or maybe an angel statue. You were gone for twenty minutes and he didn’t move an inch.” She explained, and Saeran’s eyes widened in alarm. Seven hadn’t even realised twenty minutes had gone by.

As they walked home, Seven jokingly said “Time sure flies when you’re cold and dizzy.” “Why didn’t you tell me you’re sick??” Saeran demanded for the second time that day. This time, although Seven had time to answer, he was quite lost for words. He shrugged and then shuddered from the cold. “It felt wrong.” Seven replied simply. “Saeyoung, you’ve always been the one to take care of me!” Saeran insisted. “You deserve a break! I am in debt to you!” “That’s not your fault. Not anyone’s fault.” Seven muttered distantly. “Just take it easy, okay? I rely on you, so you can rely on me, too.” Saeran assured him.

When they arrived home, Saeran rushed to the freezer to put his ice cream away. The convenience store was a short walk from their apartment but the summer heat left them with no time to waste when carrying frozen goods home. This made it even more unbelievable that Seven had remained cold all this time. Seven went straight to his room, where he wrapped himself up in a cocoon of blankets, fully clothed, and fell asleep immediately.

At some point in the night Seven was abruptly woken up by sharp pains in his stomach. His eyes snapped open and he rolled onto his side, still groggy and confused. Another stabbing pain hit his stomach, so painful that Seven actually cried out. He leapt out of bed, now wide awake and heart racing. Thinking he was going to be sick, his first instinct was to rush to the bathroom. Seven did exactly that, bursting out of his room and staggering through the dark house. Light washed over the hallway from Saeran’s room, but there was no time to stop there when Seven was in this much agony.

He burst into the bathroom and leaned heavily against the sink. He gritted his teeth and stifled a cry as more pain wracked his stomach. If he was supposed to be sick around now, the moment never came. Instead the pain suddenly vanished, and Seven sighed weakly as he was overwhelmed with relief. Dizziness and and lightheadedness replaced the stomach cramps. It felt like there were several layers of blankets covering him. Everything was so hot and the air was thick to breathe.

At that moment, Saeran dashed into the bathroom and grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “Are you okay??” He demanded frantically. “I wasn’t feeling well….” Seven told the sink in a daze. “Did you…. did you throw up?” Saeran asked shyly. Seven slowly shook his head. Then he straightened and turned around to face Saeran. Perhaps because of the sudden movement, or maybe because it had been inevitable, the room seemed to spin out and Seven lost balance and fell. Unintelligible yelling echoed through the bathroom.

Seven came around in Saeran’s arms on the bathroom floor. Droplets of sweat rolled down his face. He must have only been out for a split second, because Saeran was still yelling, but it was intelligible now. “You should have gotten me first instead of just going to the bathroom! If you’re feeling unwell you need to let other people know! What if I wasn’t there to catch you just then!? Then what would you have done? Huh?? Don’t stand up for so long if you feel sick! Saeyoung, please say something!”

“Is ‘evening’ good enough….” Seven mumbled. It must have been sufficient, because Saeran pulled Seven into his chest and hugged him tightly. “How are you feeling?” He asked Seven. “Just generally awful….” Seven replied weakly. “Should we go to the hospital?” “There’s a virus like this going around, so I think that’s it. Just put me to bed.” Seven whispered sleepily. Then he closed his eyes and snuggled into his twin.

“Saeyoung? Saeyoung! Don’t leave me like this! Hey! I’m not strong enough to carry you!” Saeran cried angrily. In some twisted way, hearing Saeran yelling at him and shaking him just increased his motivation to fall asleep on the spot. That would be funny to hear Saeran complain about tomorrow. Seven relaxed and dedicated himself to resting, right there in Saeran’s arms on the pleasantly cool tiled floor.

[scummy-writes]

Can you do the reactions of the RFA + V to MC having a major panic attack? Sorry if it's of any bother, I've just been having a lot of panic attacks as of late and think this would help immensely. Thanks in advance!

(๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) Take care of yourself, dear! Panic attacks are hard. At my old job I used to struggle with them constantly, so I know how it is. Just be sure to breathe and do what is best for you, and don’t be afraid to ask for help!

Zen

- It was really uncomfortable being with him in public at times.

- Mostly it was dates, but occasionally when you went to go see his plays, his fans were a bit troublesome

- Some knew you, others didn’t, and even if they didn’t even interact with you much, you still felt yourself on high alert and struggling to enjoy his plays

- He was a great actor! But it was just so damn difficult sometimes.

- But you Refused to break down in public. So you barely managed to keep yourself together- Shaking, nails digging into your skin, nerves ready to scream if some one so much as looked at you funny

- It was easy to tell you didn’t feel that great, but you kept the ruse up enough that people didn’t question it.

- When he took you back to his apartment however, that’s when it all just crashed down

- Tears flooded your eyes and you shook violently, wanting to curse at yourself for not being able to at least make it into the bathroom before you broke

- Zen fucking Panicked. He was on you in a flash, carefully holding your arms and keeping you standing

- “Babe? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

- You couldn’t talk, you felt like your chest was on fire. Instead you just gripped his arms back as strongly as you could muster, but it was still a weak grip.

- He followed you onto the floor, gently pulling you too him as you struggled to breathe, tears soaking his shirt.

- “Shh, babe, I’m right here, I’m right here. Just…Let it out, cry for a bit, and then you can tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re not hurting right?”

- Your chest was screaming, but you shook your head no.

- It took a while for you to be able to talk right. When you could finally speak, your voice came out almost cracked

- “I’m, I’m sorry. Panic attack.”

- He just nodded, and rocked you back and forth a bit.

- He’d want you to eventually tell him what caused it, so he could help you more in the future, but right now he just wanted to calm you down.

Yoosung

- He looked up to you so much, putting this lovable but nearly impossible weight on your shoulders

- He loved you. He was trying his damn best not to compare you to Rika, but the weight still held you down.

- One night a guest rejected your email, and you felt ashamed. I mean, the stuff they asked should had been easy for you to answer! But you managed to fuck it all up, like normal.

- You debated on how to react. Your whole mind was screaming against you, telling you to throw your phone and scream, but your body was as still as stone.

- You saw Yoosung peer over at you, and then frown as you didn’t respond to his wave

- God, he was just going to berate you. Get that sad little smile as you search his eyes for the words he won’t push out

- “Almost like Rika, but not enough. Shame.”

- Tears prickled at your eyes, and Yoosung immediately was kneeling down to look you in the eyes, your body refusing to move from your position on his bed

- “Hey, mc? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

- You could only close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to face the fact that you weren’t good enough for someone again

- But those words never left his mouth

- Instead he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you

- He let your tears fall, just offering a few shhs as you tried to talk. But he never said anything negative. Nothing.

- He refused to compare you to her ever again. Especially if just the idea of him doing so set you like this

- Once you could move, once you could talk without it being a stuttering mess, he would calmly ask you what happened. Did someone get hurt? Were you hurt?

- When you showed him the email, he scoffed and just kissed your forehead

- “Mc, it’s fine. One guest reject won’t harm us. Even if just one person came, we would consider that an amazing outcome, okay?”

- You nodded, unsure of the validity of his words, but you decided to take what you could get

- He continued to baby you a bit that day, and even though you felt a bit embarrassed, it felt so comforting to know you were loved.

Jumin

- Every party you went to with him you managed to mess up.

- Stuttering constantly. Stepping on someone’s dress. Botching the pronunciation of a weird menu item.

- They never laughed outloud, or complained, but you could feel the white hot stares they bore into you, crawling up your spine, stabbing each of your ribs.

- You had your panic medication, but you refused to take that in front of any one. You needed to prove to yourself you could last just one dinner. Just one, god please just one

- And you were so far

- Until you spilled red wine all over the white tablecloth.

- The other woman let out a yelp, trying to stop her dress from being stained. She saved hers, while your dress took the brunt of it. The men didn’t offer much of a reaction, Jumin acting quickly and waving a waiter over before the wine could ruin too much,

- But you couldn’t breathe. Those familiar awful feelings were springing up on you, and. And did that man just make fun of you? But it was just- You just couldn’t-

- “I have to go to the restroom.” You sprang out of your seat and booked it.

- It wasn’t far off, but you dashed like someone was about to murder you. You slammed into the woman’s room, shakily shoving your purse on the counter as your hands searched for your meds

- Just two. Two would be enough. You had a few sips of wine, the wine would react to it, and your meds would speed up faster than they normally do.

- But suddenly someone else came in, and you were shaking so harshly your pill bottle was rattling.

- “Mc? Are you alright?”

- Jumin’s hands were on yours in an instant, stopping the pills from moving, holding your hands tight. You tried stumbling out a sentence. He couldn’t be in here, this was-

- “Shh. You were unwell. It’s fine, nothing bad will happen.”

- He takes the bottle from your hands and you want to scream as he reads the label. 

- But, he just pops out two of the pills for you, holds them to your mouth.

- You numbly open your lips, allowing him to place the pills in your mouth. If this was any other moment, you’d feel shame and slap his hand away, but you needed these so badly, and you couldn’t stop shaking

- His worried expression softened when you took them, rubbing them against the bottom of your tongue. After placing the cap back on the bottle, he shoved it in your purse before pulling you tight against him.

- “I know you feel bad about these accidents, but trust me, mc, I’ve seen much worse. No one is judging you. They’ve been in your shoes before.”

- God, you just wanted to melt against him, to just sob out your stress, but you couldn’t. Not right here, even as your eyes watered, not right here

- He kissed your forehead, calling Driver Kim to come pick the both of you up. You tried to stop him, but he shook his head curtly. This wasn’t going to be discussed.

- Once the two fo you went home, he pulled you into bed with him, tucking the covers around any free side of you and holding you tight. He knew you loved cuddling, and if it helped, he would cuddle you all night

Jaehee

- A loud crash shattered against the cafe, you instantly dropping the plastic platter to cover your face

- This was the fourth time this month you had ruined a few cups. This time you even managed a saucer.

- You didn’t want to remove your hands. You could hear snickering, you knew you could, and you could feel your eyes well up

- They couldn’t see you like this

- But you couldn’t move

- You numbly heard Jaehee’s voice for a bit, sounding over the ringing through your head, through your ears, and you blankly followed as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you away from the mess

- After walking for a bit, calm but firm hands pulled yours away from your face

- Jaehee’s soft and worried face came into view, and as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks she instantly brought a tissue to your face, dabbing carefully

- “I-I-I’m so sorryIjustcouldn’t-”

-” Shhhh, shh shh, mc. It’s alright. It’s okay. Those were very cheap cups, don’t worry.”

- “B-but-”

- “Shush.” It was firm, but quiet. She sat you down at the table in the back room were the two of you were, silently getting a cup of hot water and a tea bag.

- She sat in front of you, steeping the tea a bit, then adding honey before sliding it closer to you.

- “It’s hot, but drink it. It’ll calm you down.”

- You shakily reached for it, almost wanting to dump the whole thing on you because you felt as though you deserved it. but…That’d just be another mess for Jaehee.”

- She watched you drink it, placing her hand over your free one when you could hold the cup with just one hand. Her thumb rhythmically rubbed a circle on the back of your hand, and she even started humming a bit.

- Soon, the quiet but warm setting of the room calmed your thumping heart, and you were able to breathe normally.

- When you finished the tea, she sat up and cupped your face in both hands, kissing your lips.

- “I love you, mc.”

- “I love you too.”

Seven

- Admittedly, you were so scared the moment he mentioned all the people that could come after him.

- At first you dismissed it, then you tried too later when the ‘hacker’ ordeal was over, but it kicked into full swing one night when the security system went off one day.

- It was all fine, just the system freaking out over a toy that had started up at 4 am rather than at 4 pm. Nothing that he couldn’t fix

- But you were on the floor of the bedroom by the time he came back from checking on it- Choking on your sobs as you held your knees to your chest

- He instantly dropped to the floor, sliding over to you and grabbing your cheeks, trying to get you to look at him.

- “Hey, hey, Mc, oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

- “S-S-Someones after you-”

- “No, no honey, no they’re not, It was just a toy, I promise, I checked everything, It was just a toy.”

- “bb-bbut-”

- “No no, shhh, shh, oh god I’m so sorry.”

- He held you to him, rocking you back and forth as he repeatedly told you step by step of what had happened. Explaining all the little details he did to absolutely make sure no one was after him.

- After ten minutes like this, your death-like grip on his shirt loosened, and he pulled back a bit.

- You were breathing almost normally, tears dripping slower, and he just kissed them all away.

- It was difficult, but he managed to pull you up and get you back onto the bed, where he instantly wrapped the both of you up tightly in the big fluffy blanket he had.

- He spent the night muttering loving things to you until you could fall asleep, so happy to be able to calm you down that much.

V

- V was one of the calmest people you had met

- He was so sweet, so caring, so soft spoken

- But one day you accidentally knocked over a plant of his- Completely ruining it and it’s pot.

- The both of you bent down to clean the shards up, but with a hiss he accidentally had cut his hand

- At the sight of blood you lost it

- You managed to hurt him, just like Rika had

- You managed to cause him pain, something you never ever wanted to do in your life time

- He didn’t deserve it anymore, he didn’t

- It took you a while to focus back on reality. Honestly, just thirty seconds, but you felt trapped in your mind for much longer than that.

- With his free hand he cupped your cheek, pressing his thumb against your lips

- “Shh, you didn’t hurt me. It was an accident. When she did it, it wasn’t an accident.”

- Oh god you were talking outloud. Oh my god. You started shaking, but he hushed you again.

- “Mc, shh. Focus, focus. There’s a towel in the kitchen. Get that for me, please.”

- You scrambled to your legs, nearly knocking oer a kitchen chair as you grabbed the towel.

- The whole time he dabbed at his hand, you felt your head point and static ring in your ears- And you swore you could feel static rubbing against your brain.

- His lips were moving,and it was so damn hard for you to focus at first

- “Mc? Look, it’s a very small cut, not deep at all. It won’t even leave a scar, okay?”

- Once the blood was wiped off, it…It really did look small.

- You started breathing a bit easier, your breath hitching a bit, as he pushed the broken pieces of the pot aside and carefully led you to the couch

- He held you against him, peppering your forehead and head with kisses, repeating over and over how it was just an accident.

- It would take a while for you to calm down, but when you did, he gave you such a warm, sweet, small smile

- “Mc, you are the greatest person to ever grace me. I promise, you could never hurt me like that. I love you, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Saeran

- You woke up already in a panic, lingering memories running down your spine

- You already couldn’t breathe. You were trying to suck in enough air but it wasn’t helping

- With constantly shaking hands, you reached out to Saeran, who was laying on his back and deep asleep

- You shook him, one...Two...Three times. He didn’t wake up yet, and you were freaking out so bad you had already started crying

- You gave him a harsher shake, and he groaned and finally blinked a bit. Rubbing his eye he turned to look at you, then froze.

- “I-I I can’t think right I can’t stop shaaking-”

- Without any prompting, he instantly pulled you to him, burying your face in his chest as he just wrapped his arms around you.

- He held your head against him, just trying to make you feel safer and stop shaking. It took a while, but eventually your body stopped trembling so harshly

- “Mc, what happened?”

- “B-Bad dream. Bad bad dream.”

- He didn’t laugh, he didn’t make fun of you. He kissed your head and started rubbing your back, repeating “You’re okay” over and over, until his warmth and voice was all you could focus on.

- He didn’t stop until he knew you were asleep. He pulled away a bit, situating the two of you into a much comfortable position, before kissing your head and going back to sleep with you firmly in his arms.