#i dunno its 3am thoughts my brain needs sleep

[cat-brrr]

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[mageofseven]

Bros and undateables react to MC who bakes in the middle of the night when stressed

I read this and my brain was like "so Beel's dream MC?". Of course, doing it out of stress isn't good, but Beel would definitely enjoy midnight sweets~

Anyway, will do, Nonnie! Please enjoy 😊

Also, like always, I'm splitting this into two parts: one for Brothers and the other Undateables for space reasons.

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Lucifer:

Was heading to the kitchen to get himself more coffee to continue his paperwork.

When he saw the kitchen light on, he expected to catch Beel raiding the fridge.

Instead, he found MC at the oven, pulling out another set of cookies to add to the already monstrous pile of them on the counter.

"MC, what are you doing?"

The human jumped at his voice then gave an awkward laugh.

"Baking..."

"Yes, I have eyes, Love." He tells them. "What I mean is, why are you baking at 1am?"

"...I dunno."

The man sighed before approaching the human and turning off the oven.

"Regardless, I believe you've made enough cookies for one night. It's time for bed."

The human didn't move however.

"Darling?"

"I can't sleep..."

MC proceeds to explain how they get bad anxiety at night and how usually they can power through it, but with some school stressors on top of it, it became overwhelming and they just needed to do something to distract themselves.

The demon frowned.

"Love, you should have just came to me if you were having issues."

"But you're busy with your work--"

"That doesn't matter if you need me though."

The firstborn smoothed down their human's hair, which was messy.

"Now follow me to my room. I'll make sure you get some rest."

"But what about the cookies?"

"I'm sure Beel will wander in and take care of them for you."

Mammon:

Just got back from a party and was heading to the kitchen to grab a snack before heading up to his room

Only to find MC awake and... icing a cake?

"Oi! Human! What's with the cake?"

"I baked it."

"Well duh. But why?"

The human finished icing it, making the cake a colorful one with all of the brothers' colors.

"Because I wanted to." The human shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "Do you want a piece?"

"Uh.. sure." The demon mumbled.

He hopped onto the counter next to them as he watched them grab a plate and cut a piece for him.

MC handed the plate and a fork to him.

"It's red velvet." They said proudly.

"Yeah, yeah..." The man mumbled, taking a bite.

His eyebrows raised.

"Man, this is good!" His face went red at his words so he dialed back. "I mean, its okay... ya know."

MC gave a small smile, but it quickly fell into a heavier look.

"Hey, what's with that face??"

MC quietly hopped on the free counter next to him.

They didn't answered, just lightly kicked their feet as they stared at the floor.

"Oh c'mon, Babe, talk to me 'ere!"

MC sighed.

"I'm sorry. My anxiety is just bad tonight... I wanted to keep busy."

...oh.

The Avatar of Greed sat the plate down and put his arm around his Human.

"I don't get why you went to straight to baking..." The demon thought aloud. "But it doesn't matter. I'm home now, got that? You don't have to be anxious on your own..."

MC gave a soft smile.

"Thanks, Babe."

"Nothin' to thank me for. Now just let The Great Mammon take care of you!"

Leviathan:

This boy's sleep schedule is kinda fucked up

So it's not unusual for him to be up at 3am.

The Avatar of Envy ran out of pop in his room so he ventured out to the kitchen to get some more.

Which is how he found MC in the kitchen with like... seven cheesecakes???

"...What am I looking at?"

"Cheesecake."

"Well duh, normie." The demon rolled his eyes. "But why did you make cheesecake at like, 3am?"

Silence. Levi was suddenly worried that they hurt his Human's feelings and the look is their eyes definitely wasn't filled with the positivity that he's used to.

"Look..." He came up and hugged them close. "I just don't get it. Please don't be upset."

MC laid their head against their boyfriend's chest.

"It's fine." They mumbled. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't sleep so... I just came in to bake and this was the outcome."

"You should have just came to my room." He pulled back to look at them. "You could have been watching me play Rune Factory or something."

MC turned away from the demon, wrapping their arms around themselves.

"I'm not too clingy... right?"

"I... what?"

MC sighed.

"I didn't go to you because I was worried that you just wanted time to yourself and I'm always with you during the day..."

Levi just shook his head at every word they just said.

"Look... I always want my Henry with me." He blushed. "And yeah, I like my time away from other people, but that doesn't include you; just other normies."

"Are... are you sure?"

"I mean, yeah." He mumbled. "So... just don't worry about it, okay?"

Satan:

This man usually has a better sleep schedule but tonight he had stayed up reading just a bit too long.

He started heading to the kitchen to get some water and found MC with counter surfaces covered with cupcuakes while they looked really stressed and teary-eyed down at the one they were drawing on with icing.

"Kitten?"

MC jumped and quickly raised their hand to wipe their eyes.

Satan strode over and stopped them, looking down into their eyes.

"Kitten, what's wrong?" He wiped away a fallen tear.

They avoided their boyfriend's gaze.

"It's not working..." They mumbled.

"What are you talking about?"

"The cats aren't turning out right..." Their gaze falls to the dozen cupcakes with cat faces drawn on them in icing, but didn't meet the human's standards apparently.

The blonde raised an eyebrow. Surely they weren't in the kitchen crying over cupcakes because their designs weren't coming out well?

He sighed.

"Give me your hand." He took the human's hand with the bag of icing and brought it over a cupcake. He guided them with the design and helped them make a cleaner-looking cat.

"Thank you." MC sniffled.

Satan pressed a kiss to their forehead.

"Now what's the real issue, Little One?"

MC didn't say a word, just lightly sat the icing bag down and stared at the cupcakes.

Their boyfriend waited patiently and just rubbed circles on their hand with his thumb.

"I... I'm not gonna be sent away if I fail a class, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

MC shifted their gaze to the ground.

The blonde sighed once more and wrapped his arms around their waist.

"Talk to me, Kitten."

They sniffled.

"I'm failing my Hexes class." They mumbled. "This semester got so much harder and my grade took a nose dive... and the requirements to stay in the program say I gotta keep my grades in a certain range..."

"MC... you should have told me sooner." He tightened his embrace around them and set his chin on their shoulder.

"B-But you can't always help me--"

"Yes I can, Kitten. I'm always ready to help you when you need me."

"Satan..."

He kissed their cheek.

"And trust me when I say I would never let anyone take you away from me." He told them. "I'd fight the whole Devildom to keep you by my side."

He placed one last kiss on their temple.

"I'll help you study tomorrow. For now, let's clean up and get some rest."

Asmodeus:

Another one who just came home from a party and was heading towards his room when he heard a frustrated sigh come from the kitchen.

The demon poked his head inside and found MC staring down at... something. Whatever it was supposed to be, it just looked like charcoal now.

"Doll? What are you doing up?"

MC sighed.

"Baking." They eyed the black brick on the counter. "Or well... tried to anyway."

Asmo stepped inside and immediately went over to kiss his human.

They smiled a bit.

"Welcome home."

He smiled back and gave his Doll a big hug.

MC relaxed into the hug.

"My anxiety is just bad tonight for basically no reason." They explained, burying their face in the crook of his neck. "I was waiting for you to come home."

"Aww, Dolly." He pulled back and kissed their check. "You should have texted me! I would of been home sooner!"

"No, no, it fine." They pulled away. "Did you have fun?"

"Yep! Of course, I would have had even more fun if you came me, but I still made do~."

He gave them another kiss, this time on their nose.

"Now why don't we lay down now, hmm?"

MC smiled.

"Okay, thank you, Azzy."

Beelzebub:

Midnight kitchen raid. A usual nightly occurrence.

This time however, the Avatar of Gluttony's nose was greeted by a sweet smell as he approached the kitchen.

"Oh Beely!" The human displayed their plate full of fudge squares to him. "Please try them and tell me what you think."

Was he dreaming? The man felt like he was dreaming. Still, he didn't hesitate to accept the human's offer.

He made quick work of the fudge and smiled happily at his Muffin.

"Good?"

"Amazing." He stepped forward and hugged his human.

After a moment though, his smile fell.

"Wait...what are you doing up?"

Silence.

"Muffin?"

MC broke away and sat the now empty plate in the sink.

"I dunno. I just couldn't sleep." They explained. "I guess I just..."

The demon stared down at them, waiting patiently.

"Ugh..." MC let their face fall into his chest.

He stroked their hair quietly, brows furrowing in concern.

"I got a test on Friday and no matter how much I study for it, I can't stop stressing about it." They sighed.

"What class?"

"History..." They mumbled. "Why do we have to cover a whole century of events in one test?"

Beel patted their head and hugged their human close.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Beely? I don't think I wanna go back to my room."

He kissed the top of their head.

"Of course, Muffin."

Belphegor:

Believe or not, its common for Sleepy Boy to be up late at night.

He sleeps so much during the day that he's usually awake starting from after his dinner nap to about 4 or 5 am.

Hence him being awake at 2am and heading towards MC's room, only to notice that their room was empty, but there was noise coming from the kitchen.

He found his Human sitting on the floor in front of the oven, staring into it.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for the brownies to bake." They said dully, not looking away from the oven.

"Are you baked?"

MC lightly hit his arm, but broke out into a small smile.

He smirked.

"Come on, I mean, who bakes brownies at 2am and just stares at them?"

Their smile fell, as did their gaze; they stared down at their bare feet.

Belphie frowned.

"Okay, what's the problem, Butthead?"

No response. He gave a small flick to their head.

"Ow..." The human rubbed their forehead, looking to the Avatar of Sloth as he stared expectantly at them.

They sighed.

"I've been getting nightmares lately... at least I think I have been."

The demon raised an eyebrow.

"You think you've had nightmares?"

"I... can't actually remember them." They mumbled. "All I know is that I'll have them and wake up crying with my heart pounding... but I can never remember why. Like, what the dream was about..."

"How long has this been going on?"

"About... two weeks I think?"

He flicked them on the forehead again.

"Ow!" They rubbed their forehead once more.

"Dummy. You are literally dating the demon whose an expert on sleep and stuff."

Silence. He sighed.

"Come here." He pulled them in for a hug. "Come to my room. I'll keep the nightmares away, got it?"

[rotshop]

SORRRRYYYY i promise ill get 2 reqs soon,,,,it is just one of those times,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,fuxzzy brain momense

n e way here s this bc i am also haing another catperson moment. ill proof read this later maybe . who knows.

tw for one illusion to smoking / nicotine

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You barely even heard your own growling. It was a lower and quieter one, you were sure it could be mistaken for purring if someone only took a quick glance at you. Though, the pinned back ears and light 'thump' your tail made against the floor was probably a definite indicator that wasn't right. To say that the frustration and irritation was clearly written on your figure was a complete lie.

You were a little too lost in your thoughts to really pay attention to anything else that was going on. Staring at the mess of cloth and fluff that was currently your bed, you allowed yourself to zone out. It'd all started with you tossing and turning for a little longer than liked. Sure, while you were out like a light most nights, there were some where you would stay up a bit longer.

This though? It'd been a little over two hours since you first dropped down, leaving your patience all too thin. At first, you'd deemed it was just you thinking too hard, shifting your thoughts to some lighter little story. Then, it was simply that you needed a drink of water. Then, it was some other thing. At some point, you'd figured that you were just uncomfortable ; either too cold or too hot, feeling bare and exposed or suffocated under the weight of your blankets, this or that endlessly.

With a little sigh you pried yourself from the depths of your subconscious, dragging yourself forward to try and fix things again. You knew all too well that you weren't going to accomplish much of anything, you'd likely just irritate yourself further and you'd end up just laying and staring at the ceiling all night. It definitely beat sitting there and listening to Sanford's snoring though, so it was something to do at least. Begrudgingly, you found your hands dragging blankets and pillows around once again.

Deimos was no stranger to waking up in the middle of the night, if anything he was more surprised if it didn't happen. It wasn't anything too bad, most times he'd just get up for a bit, get a drink or walk around, lay back down and conk out again. It was oddly peaceful in its own way, seeing and hearing just how quiet and still the base could be in the dead of night. He'd been able to train himself to pick up even the smallest of sounds on nights like this, so it wasn't difficult to pick up on all the shuffling.

He'd found himself padding over to your room quietly, just in case you really were just asleep. He'd learned the hard way just how spiteful cats can be when you wake them up before they'd like. Very quickly, he'd realized you were in fact awake, fidgeting endlessly and uncomfortably. He'd paused in the doorway for a moment before carefully drawing closer, you not taking any notice despite the little flicks your ears made at the sound.

With a grin, he'd leaned over you, placing his hands on your shoulders firmly.

"What'cha doin?"

You'd startled immediately, the beginnings of a louder-than-either-of-you-would-like yowl starting in your throat before he'd slapped a hand over your mouth.

"Hey- Chill out, 's just me!"

You'd glared back at him briefly, pushing his hand away from your mouth roughly as you ducked away.

"Yeah, thanks, I never would've guessed from the dusty-ass bandages. When was the last time you changed those?"

With a little frown at your response he leaned onto the bed, giving you a bit of space. "An 'Oh, hey my dearly loved friend, how are you doing on this wonderful night?' or something would'a been nice."

You'd scoffed a bit and rolled your eyes at that, turning back you attention to the tangle of your sheets. "Riight right, why exactly are you bothering me again?"

"Dunno, why aren't you asleep at the lord's hour of 3am?" He'd hummed, cynicism lacing into his voice.

You'd sighed, harsher than he'd expected, "Well- I would be asleep if it weren't for dumb luck deciding no! I don't get to get a wink of rest on some random night for no reason even though my survival kinda hinges on me, y'know, not being so tired I fatally fuck up."

He'd blinked a bit at your response, falling into silence temporarily. While most interactions between the two of you kept up a playfully argumentative and rough angle, there were times you both let that slip for a while. It was obvious this whole thing was getting to you a little more than you'd like to admit or at least more than you could without getting loud. So, with a glimmer of anxiety, he'd spoken up once more.

"You want me to help you?"

You'd paused briefly in your motions before looking back to him, "Huh? I..What do you mean by that? I swear, if this is some dumb shit now is not the time-"

"'M being serious!" He'd retorted, "Look, it's clear you're pissed and you aren't making much progress in here. So, why not just cut your losses and try and sleep in my room?"

You'd stared at him for a moment blankly, looking for something in his expression. He'd looked right back at you, ignoring that little bit of nervousness that'd tempted to make him waver in his ministrations. Eventually though, you decided you hadn't found it as you broke your gaze.

"Fine. Just let me grab my things first, you can go try and make sure it isn't a total wreck in there while you wait so I don't burst out laughing at the place and wake everyone else up."

He'd beamed at that, you having to bite back your own smile from the little bit of it you seen.

"Y'got it. Take your time, kitty!" he'd chimed before rushing off, nearly face first into the wall of the hall as he took off.

You'd allowed yourself some indulgence, smiling fondly as you heard his steps fade into the quiet of the night. Shaking your head, you'd turned to pluck a few blankets of yours up off the mattress, tucking them under your arm gingerly. You would never admit to yourself the way that you could feel how much looser you'd gotten after that. You would never truly acknowledge and affirm how you could feel the smile on your lips and the quiet little starts of a purr in the back of your throat.

--[ extra shit kinda maybe a little i GUESS ]

With a last little stretch you finally settled, a sigh prying its way past your lips as you let yourself go limp. You could feel exhaustion way heavy in your limbs and behind your eyes, words and thought beginning to fail you as you focused what little you had left on other things. You'd focused on the smell of nicotine that clung onto the ratted shirt he wore, the beating of his heart and the way he carefully dragged his nails behind your ears in little lines and circles.

"Y'comfy?" He'd asked, half-registering how quiet and gentle his own voice sounded.

You'd nodded lightly, nudging just a touch closer to him as his breath hitched.

"Yeah, thanks Dei."

"'S nothing, goodnight."

"Night, love you."

He couldn't help the grin that broke out onto his face at those words.

[thetaoofzoe]

Fic: The Rumble Of His Truck

Title: The Rumble of His Truck 1/1

Summary: Sy’s truck is big and it shakes the world. You miss him so much. 

Rating: Self indulgent fluff and a tinge of smut. Do you need a little longing and a little happiness and a little bit of rough naughtiness? This is for you.  ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Captain ‘Sy’ Syverson x YOU ( because you deserve some loving)

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‘Wassa matter baby?’

His voice was rough and slurred with what sounded like the remnants of sleep.

You smiled, hearing him shifting and groaning, imagining that he must have been sleeping upright in his office chair when the ringing phone startled him out of an uncomfortable doze.

‘You awright?’

‘I’m fine,’ you lied. ‘I just wanted to hear your voice.’

The silence that followed made you feel uncomfortably exposed. Sy could read you like an open large print book and his lack of response told you that he didn’t believe a word you’d said.

And when he spoke, you jerked out of your own muse.

‘C’mon, baby. You wouldn’t be calling me at… 3am 'cus you wanted to hear my voice. Now, what’s the matter?’

That bastard.

‘Well,’ you continued, trying to inject some levity into the conversation, ‘I like your voice. It’s sexy.’

A beat passed and you took the moment to wriggle into the comfortable spot beneath your duvet.

‘Uh huh.’

You closed your eyes and revelled in the gravel in his voice. You loved the way he sounded just after waking. There was something so primal about his thicker than normal accent and the terseness of his words. As his brain hadn’t fully engaged with the world the moment he opened his eyes, he wanted you to get right to the point. That sexy voice now sounded incredulous.

‘I dunno,’ you began quietly, feeling a prickling of tears at the outer corners of your eyes and that familiar sensation of splotchy heat rushing up your neck.

Oh God, don’t cry. Don’t you cry!

Your throat convulsed and choked on the vague words you were going to use to assure him that you only wanted to hear his voice and maybe have a little phone sex. All you wanted was the fun easy stuff, not the darkness that slithered like an unchained beast in your gut, not the petty anger you felt about him always being away, not the surprising grief you experienced when the two of you parted, yet again.

You signed up for this life. You knew what you were getting into with a man who was never home. Eyes wide open and all of that rot, but yet you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling inexplicably angry about it. About all of it. 

Sy then made a noise that told you that he was thinking about something, that he was quietly considering his next words. He was assiduous with his words and when he spoke, people listened. You listened. It was one of the things you loved about him, and the thought of loving him made you pulse with heartache.

When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and soothing, pitched in a way you knew you didn’t deserve. You didn’t deserve his undaunted tenderness.

‘Baby. I miss you, you know that. I miss you all the time,’ he said, his tone reassuring.

‘I know,’ you answered, trying to hold back a girlish sob.

God, If I start crying, I’m going to waste the rest of this day with a headache.

‘You know I’d be right there with you, if I could. Right?’

You pressed your teeth into your lower lip and nodded, finally snuffling out a ‘Mmmhmm.’

‘I love you, baby.’

Your heart broke into pieces. There was nothing like his expression of love to wreck the whole of you.

‘I love you,’ you managed to squeak out. ‘I– I have to go.’

‘Babe,’ Sy said suddenly and you winced that you had aroused his suspicions. ‘Babe, wai–‘

You disconnected. And feeling sorry for yourself, you tossed the mobile aside then lay there staring into the dark.

He didn’t deserve to be treated like that, chided the voice in your head.

You blindly groped for the discarded mobile. One finger glanced against a cool rounded edge and you dragged it close, contemplating ringing him again, if only to apologise. Subjecting Sy to your own petulant whimsy really wasn’t fair. However, the childish part of you grumbled that /he/ should call back if he was that concerned. You flung the phone father away and groaned when you heard it thump against the carpeted floor.

Flipping onto your side and dragging the bedsheets around your face and shoulders, you resumed stewing over the hot miserable coal in your gut. 

It wasn’t long until sleep claimed you again.

**

Hours later, as you continued to doze lightly, blissfully floating just beneath the flimsy surface of sleep and uncaring about the outside world, something scratched at your attention. There was a noise in the distance and your consciousness reached up through the dreamy film to try to identify the audible intruder. Your brain followed it and rifled through its memory databanks, trying but failing to put a name to the object.

The noise drew closer and the sudden recognition of it slammed into place. It was the deep throated growl of a V8 Hemi engine that shattered the mid-morning silence. It roared up your driveway, husky and panting and unabashedly announcing its arrival.

You pushed yourself upright in bed as the room rattled around you.

No, you thought. It couldn’t be.

When the engine stopped, the whole world plunged back into silence, and with hands nervously clutching the duvet, you held your breath.

It couldn’t be.

You jumped at the  muffled noise of your front door slamming shut, and looked towards your closed bedroom door.

Heavy footsteps bounded up the stairs.

When the bedroom door opened, you tensed, waiting for it to bang nosily against the opposite wall and knock loose what was hanging there. But, it didn’t. Instead your unexpected visitor only pushed the door halfway open, and suddenly in rushed a great big slobbery and excited dog.

You scrambled out of bed in an instant, and threw your arms round the wriggling Alsatian.

‘Aika!’ you cried, voice loud and bright with delighted surprise just as the second figure came through the doorway.

You broke apart from the shaggy animal and looked up.

Sy.

He looked tired and road weary and even scruffier than the last time you’d seen him. Wearing a tan tee-shirt and dark jeans he smiled when you fell upon him like a ravenous predator. He swept you up in his strong arms and kissed you, opening your mouth with his eager tongue and dragging you even closer against his hot, sturdy body. He felt so good, so alive and smelling of the encroaching summer morning, that you couldn’t discern the differences between your melange of emotions.

You wasted no time stripping him out of his clothes and pulling him to bed. You didn’t bother to ask how or why he was there for when he pressed you onto your back and thrust hard into you, all rational thought slipped away. Sy pumped you full and didn’t stop his merciless onslaught until you were wailing and cumming on his thick veiny cock.

‘I’m so sorry,’ you gasped when he slid off of your hot thrumming body and lay at your side. ‘I’m sorry for being a jerk.’

You listened to his quick breathing and smiled when it finally slowed enough for him to speak clearly.

‘You were being a jerk,' he said with a fond chuckle.

You laughed happily and the knot of tension in your chest loosened and disappeared. How could you love this man any more?

‘What the hell are you doing here anyway! I thought you were… ‘

‘I just flew in last night. I was driving up here to surprise you. I had pulled into a rest stop to get in a nap when you called.’

You rolled onto one side and pushed against him. Sy lifted an arm and curved it around you drawing you in close. You put a hand on his belly and your cheek against his shoulder.

‘How long do I have you?’ you asked.

‘For a while,’ he answered vaguely and it was enough for you.

You were going to make the most of it.

-end

[smutty-ki113r]

I will definitely share my experience with you if it makes you feel motivated!!!!!

Now, first of all, it took me a WHILE to finally shift. AND LMFAO THE FIRST TIME I SHIFTED I GOT SCARED AND WENT BACK TO MY CR AND I WAS SO PISSED, but like after a couple more tries I finally was able to shift again and omfg it gave me euphoriaaa I almost didn't want to leave but I love my friends and family in my CR too much.

When I went back to my CR though I was EXHAUSTED, so that's why I recommend taking care of your body and nourishing it correctly before you shift because there's a 99% chance that when you wake up your body will feel like crap if you don't.

The process of shifting was so aggravating, everytime I would try shifting my body would give me the signs that it was working and I would get too excited and just jump up only to be disappointed smhsmh.

Also I have this dumb thing where I always feel like there's tiny things crawling all over me and it always fucks with me when I shift. Even when I'm trying to sleep normally it pisses me off because I'm always feeling likes there's ants on me or some shit.

I honestly don't shift very often, only when I really feel like I want to, because it's really mentally exhausting and when I used to do it often I would end up getting realllyyy depressed when I wasn't in my DR and that's dangerous because I don't want to be obsessed with it and end up damaging myself. So if you do end up shifting, don't do it too often.

Anyway, when I first got into shifting and tried it out, these are things I was doing wrong:

- I wasn't taking care of my body

- I was doubting my abilities in shifting

- I wasn't meditating often

- I wasn't listening to subliminals throughout the day

Listening to subliminals often is importantttt, it helps to really engrave the shifting concept into your mind and meditating is extra important because if you want to shift healthily you're going to have to really give yourself that brain power/strength and clear away all the anxiety you have, the more you doubt your ability the shift the more your brain is going to pass on it.

Also I remember a time I was at a fucking sleepover and I decided to attempt to reality shift AND RIGHT WHEN I WAS ABOUT TO MY FRIEND WOKE UP AND SLAPPED ME BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT I DIED I-

It was frustrating.

The process is frustrating, but shifting is possible, and if you really really want to do it then you can. Keep encouraging yourself and keep researching and taking care of your body and your brain will finally get there.

Also, while you're in the process, it's also so important to NOT get distracting while you're shifting or get too excited. It will 100% mess you up. Shifting requires intense concentration and you need your body to be completely relaxed, only think about your DR and ONLY think about what will happen when you get there, will you smell or hear something, or will you open your eyes to something, it all depends on how you script it.

Also do whatever method works for you and try all kinds of methods, me personally I used a combination of the raven method, staircase method, and counting method while using a heartbeat subliminal. It may seem like a lot but it's what worked best for me personally.

Anyways, I hope this helped! ^^

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OK I finally have time to respond to this in DETAIL YAY! Btw, thank you so sososoosososs much for taking the time to write this out. Also you don’t have to read any of this, it’s just me talking about it lollll.

First off, UPDATE: bro I wasn’t trying to shift last night and then I was tired (3am) so I tried to sleep but couldnt so I listened to (DO NOT LAUGH ISTG) the song of unhealing cause its calming. And I started hearing this sort of muffled noise, I tried paying attention but couldnt make it out so I think it was voices. And then- holy lord I almost lost- wait no I LOST MY SHIT. I heard knocking, a fucking ACTUAL knock, I fucking. My whole body got so hot and I had to stop cause I was so excited I cried. Then I was exhausted so I went to sleep.

SECONDLY. I’ve never heard of your body being exhausted after so thank you for the tip. I used to be convinced I was there and then I wasn’t. FUCKING ME TOO! I think there’s a fucking dust particle on my arm and then an itch on my neck or something.

I have been scared of that too, because I have had (and I feel horrible saying this but it’s the internet and you dunno who I am) a very rough childhood. Maladaptive daydreaming and just pretending I somewhere else gave me a lot of trauma, especially in really bad situations. I think a huge part of why I haven’t shifted yet is because of the existential crisis I will most definitely have. I already obsess enough over this world, and now I’m trying to go? It’s hard, but I can’t NOT do it. If I stop then I won’t have a goal, and if I’m constantly going for something do I have a purpose? SEE? I can’t help it.

Ok so I’ve been trying for a while too, and I AM COMPLETLY CONFIDENT that I can do it, also that I do meditate every day! Taking care of my body is sort of a lost cause, I refuse to eat fruits and vegetivles (stupid I know) but I used to associate “healthy” foods with my *TW* an*rexia. Now I feed off pasta, also cause it’s cheaper. I sleep at 1 or 2am because why. Because I am 1. Writing and I need to post on schedule 2. Listening to music and imagining that I’m already in my dr. Or doing other unholy things. I can’t stop exercising, so Im constantly tired and heavy, I feel bad if I don’t/ do less. I have tried taking care of myself for years, it’s very, very hard.

You’re so right, I need to get the idea in my head and establish it. HOW DO YOU FEEL WHEN YOURE DOING IT? Do you detach from your body? Or do you melt through your skin?

Hehehe I do tend to get excited, but my good voice tries so hard to hold me down. I have been trying to keep myself concentrated in creative ways, just focusing on the sound of the knocking, or the sound of the fan, or the person I’m trying to get to. The person I will fucking push myself to the edge for because I want him to have someone to love him. I want him to be ok.

I know I can do it, I know it’s possible, I know I will do it. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH <3

[phandomsecretvalentines]

(darling don't be afraid) i will love you

Happy late-vday-early-bday @ryn-exe (can’t tag?)!!! Hope u enjoy, soz if it’s not good but i’m not so amazing(phil)

This is 2.1k words. There’s a bit of dream-violence (not in detail) and a lot of anxiety and fear so if u don’t like that stuff!! Tell me!!!! And i’ll write something else for you, i don’t mind. (You didn’t say anything i wasn’t supposed to write but idk). I’d describe this as hurt/comfort i think lmaooo

Basic summery i wrote fo myself: Dan and Phil, and how they deal with each other’s 3am fears (2009 vs 2018, now)

From a pitch-hitter 💓💓

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[Saturday; 10.26.09; 03:37]

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Dan<33 (03:37): phil? :[

Phil (03:45): Yrha

Phil (03:47): Sorry!! Yeah**

Phil (03:47): Why are you up so early/late?? I barely woke up

Dan<33 (03:49): sorry i woke you :/

Dan<33 (03:50): my parents went away for a bit and i’m home alone and i cant turn off the lights cuz im too scared

Dan<33 (03:51): and i can’t sleep so bad even hugging pillow cant help mee :[[

Dan<33 (03:52): so im sitting in the hallway with every light im the house on alone in just my pants

Dan<33 (03:52): and i was a idiot and missed you so i woke you up at so late and now ur gonna hate me crap

Dan<33 (03:52): sorry

Phil (03:53): I’ll never ever hate you dan!!! <<33333333333333

Phil (03:53): I’m sorry ur so scared :[[ I wish I was there to be strong and protect u again

Dan<33 (03:54): i wish you were here too

Phil (03:54): :[ <3

Dan<33 (03:58): CDAP PHIL I THINK I HESRF A GHOST

Dan<33 (03:58): IR MONSTER

Dan<33 (03:58): FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Phil (03:59): Dan oh my gosh are you okay??

Dan<33 (04:00): yeah i think but

Dan<33 (04:00): i heard something phil

Dan<33 (04:01): im scared

Dan<33 (04:02): i can’t believe im 18 and i’m actually sobbing out of fear alone and naked in a hallway over a fucking noise

Dan<33 (04:02): to my boyfriend

Dan<33 (04:02): on skype

Dan<33 (04:03): fuck

Phil (04:03): Dan :[[ i’m so sorry

Dan<33 (04:04): it’s not your fault

Phil (04:04): Want me to call you??? (If u want)

Dan<33 (04:05): can we skype instead?

Dan<33 (04:05): i want to see your face plz <3

Dan<33 (04:05): if thats okay

Phil (04:06): That’s fine! One sec plz :]

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[Phil would like to add Dan<33 to a call (02:33)]

[Accept] [Decline]

[Accepted]

——

When Dan answered the call, his face was red and puffed and wet. Even through the crap-pixel screen quality, Phil could see that.

“Hey,” Dan’s voice broke.

“Hi,”

Dan was shaking slightly.

His face suddenly flushed, “Oh shit, I forgot – I’m, uh, in only pants. In front of you. Crap.”

“It’s fine, I’ve seen you shirtless before.” Phil smiled what he hoped was reassuringly, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah — I mean, I am now. I guess.”

“Are you cold?”

“Kinda.” Dan admitted.

“Want to go to bed?”

“My room is too dark –”

“Well, I’ll be there, wont I? And I’ll protect you from everything bad in the dark.”

“You’re not really here.”

“Only ever a few hours away. And if worst comes to worst, I have the police line and the monster-killer line. So you’ll be super safe.”

Dan muffled a giggle, “Yeah, okay.”

He shuffled up off the floor, and made his way into his bedroom, clutching the laptop tightly.

“I dunno if I’m getting any sleep tonight, honestly.”

“You will! You can cuddle your pillow and I’ll tell you stories until the demons go away and you can sleep.”

“I’m not five, Phil.” There was no malice in his reply.

“You don’t need to be five for any of that to be true.” Phil said, serious tone.

“Okay,”

Minutes later, Dan was snuggled under his covers; hugging a pillow tightly as he listened to Phil go on about some guy at the market.

“Then, he pulled a hot dog out of his left pocket. Who keeps a single —”

“Phil?” Dan interrupted, his voice was dripping with sleep.

“Mm?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No.” Phil answered simply.

“I mean – for being so scared of such dumb stuff. Seven-year-olds are braver than me.”

“It’s okay to have fears, Dan. I bet you’re not the only adult with those fears either,”

“I’m scared of the dark. And ghosts and monsters and moths and demons and –”

“– and that’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“And it’s not annoying to deal with? I’m not?”

“You will never be annoying to ‘deal with’; I promise.”

Phil meant it.

——

[Monday; 12.07.09; 02:59]

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Phil :]]]<333333 (02:59): Dan?

Dan (03:00): yeah??? <3

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:03): I’m scared

Dan (03:04): of what :[[

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:04): I dunno it’s just creaky downstairs and I’m alone for the night I guess

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:04): Nvm

Dan (03:05): no tell me i want to help u

Dan (03:05): plz

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:07): Well it’s just that

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:08): It’s really dark and windy

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:08): And there was a tree snapping against my window I thought our house might’ve blown down

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:09): And I thought i heard thunder which usually isn'tn too bad but right now its scaring me a bit

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:10): I don’t wanna be alone rn is all

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:10): But i am brave! So it’ll be okay i think

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:10): Don’t worry about me <33

Dan (03:11): i want to worry :[

Dan (03:11): you don’t always have to be brave <333 ily and i would give you the biggest hug if i were there

Dan (03:12): and tell the trees and thnder to fuck off and let you sleep

Dan (03:12): and then we would sleep all cuddled up togerher like we do sometimes and it would be warm and nice

Dan (03:14): i wish i were there with you

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:15): You will be someday so it’s okay now too :]

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:15): But plz tell the trees and thunder to fuck off it’s very loud :’[[[

Dan (03:16): if u call me i will????

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:17): Lol okay :p

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[Incoming call from Dan]

[Accepted]

——

“Hi!” Dan really should be quieter; last time he called Phil at three in the morning his dad had yelled at him.

“Hi,” Phil’s sleep-laced voice answered.

A booming crack of thunder, and a whimper.

“Don’t worry – it… won’t hurt you.” Despite everything, Dan was sometimes still quite new to the role of 'comfort’ in their relationship.

“I know, just loud.”

Dan wished he was like Phil. He wished he could just pull out an intresting story, a funny idea.

“Sorry.”

He wasn’t like Phil, though.

“Want to play a game?”

“What game could we possibly play through a phone call?” Dan could practically hear Phil rolling his eyes.

Dan wracked his brain for quick ideas.

“Eye-Spy?”

“We’re… not in the same room Dan.”

“Yeah, true.”

Dan’s room suddenly felt rather empty and uninteresting.

Dan felt empty and uninteresting.

“What do you want me to do?” He finally muttered.

He held his breath.

“I just like hearing your voice, it calms me down. I like when you rant about things you love.”

Let it out.

“Oh. Well – want to hear my never-ending thoughts on WALL-E then?”

“Definitely.”

——

[Sunday; 02.04.18; 04:12]

——

“Phil?”

“Mhm?” He rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “What’re you doing up?”

“There was a moth.”

“A moth?”

“Yes!” Dan looked around the room nervously, rolling on his heels, “It’s in the lounge somewhere and I can’t sleep knowing it’s out there — lurking.”

Phil groaned.

“Fucking kill it! Or set it free, I dunno. I just need it gone.”

“You are truly the perfect mix of 'needy child’ and 'angry businessman’, Danny.”

“Fuck off.”

“Mm, lemme get a cup then.”

Phil shoved on his glasses and stumbled out of bed into the kitchen, Dan following closely behind.

“Where was it again?” He asked, grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard.

They hadn’t really drank much alcohol these past few years– since Dan had gone on antidepressents— but they still always kept the glasses, to drink Ribena and seem fancy.

“No! You’ll need a bigger cup, it’s huge.” He whined.

“Okay,” he grabbed another glass, “where is it?”

“In the lounge last I saw.”

“I’ll go look, you get a piece of paper.”

Genuine terror painted over Dan’s face, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Christ’s sake Dan, it’s a moth, not an armed burglar. I think you’ll live.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. Now, just go a minute.”

He then ventured into the lounge, still half-drowned by sleep, when he heard a shriek.

“Dan?”

“Phil! Fucking help!”

Anyone else might’ve thought Dan was being held at gunpoint from the panicked way he was yelling.

“Coming!”

He went into the hall; Dan was standing there, paralysed with fear, as a giant moth flew circles around him. He had tears threatening to fall.

“Oh dear,”

Phil went over to the closet and grabbed a broom, spent a few go’s waving it around– and almost hitting Dan in the process— before smacking it head on.

“Aw, now I feel bad for killing it,” He whispered.

Dan was on the floor now, shaking, tears stained down his cheeks. He was in only pants.

And Phil was there.

“Well, the moth’s gone now isn’t it?” He crouched down next to Dan, putting his hands gently on his shoulders.

“Mmm,” Dan had his head tucked in his knees.

“Are you okay?”

Silence.

“That’s fine. Want me to make you some tea?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

A few minutes later, in the kitchen, with dried cheeks; “I can’t believe how much of a wimp I am.”

The kettle rang, and Phil took it off the stove carefully.

“No —”

“I know, I know, my therapist told me. 'It’s never weak to have fears’. But I cried over a fucking moth. In our hallway. It’s late and –”

“– and that’s okay.”

“It’s not okay Phil!”

“It’s fine in the moment, that’s what I mean.”

He grabbed a NASA mug, and poured the boiling water in a teapot.

“I must be exhausting.”

Phil dropped in a teabag.

He still remembered. It was a promise made at 4am; a promise over Skype to a more-than-slightly-terrified eighteen year old.

A promise made to a bunch of pixel’s with a name and a face and fear.

A promise his Dan probably didn’t even remember, honestly.

“No, I promised that much.”

“Mhm,”

He poured the tea.

“So, two sugars or three?”

“Two.”

——

[Friday; 02.16.18; 05:12]

——

Dan was on the sofa; snuggled up in blankets and watching the winter Olympics through his small Iphone screen. His eyes were heavy, he yawned.

Their bedroom door squeaked opened.

“Hey,” Phil spoke quietly.

“Up so late?”

“You’re up too.”

“Well — I’m watching the Olympics. You know it’s on late in the UK.”

“Alright.” Phil shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and leaving the cupboard door wide open.

“Why are you awake?”

“Just another nightmare, s'fine.”

“Then why did you come out here?”

His voice might’ve been read as upset – he was just tired. Half the time Dan honestly didn’t mean to come off so rude.

“Dunno,”

“What was it about?”

“Uh — I think my family was trapped, you included, and I was the only person who could save them. But I had to do something… I think, I had to open a lock to somewhere? But I was too nervous. I saw everyone die; I knew it was my fault. I saw – you know, blood. Not too much. But it’s fine.”

As he spoke, he went over to the sink and got a glass of water, adding iced-cubes; his tone was unnaturally cool and casual.

“But I heard your skull shatter –”

“What the fuck —”

“Sorry! You asked though.”

“No – I mean, that’s horrible. Jesus christ, are you okay?”

Phil shrugged, “It happens, it’s okay though. Just a dream.”

It was only at that moment Dan noticed Phil’s eyes were a little too redded, his words a little bit shaky.

Phil started back to their room.

“Are you going back to sleep?”

“Probably.” His reply was tired.

“Oh – uh, well, why don’t you stay with me and watch the Olympics? I know you’ve never really cared, not your thing, but still I think that —”

“Sure! I’ll stay, yeah.” Phil quickly answered.

“Okay.”

Phil put his glass of water back down on the counter, and walked over to the sofa. Dan opened up his blanket fort and invited Phil in.

“These are the men’s single runs.”

“Mhm,” Phil nuzzled his head into Dan’s neck, which usually would’ve bothered him, but he didn’t mind so much.

A few minutes pass, “So what’s that guy supposed to be doing? I need your commentary; you know.”

I just like hearing your voice, it calms me down.

“Well, that’s the Japanese lead skater, which means —”

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

Double Trouble Ch10

Masterlist Here

Pairing: McKirk

Rating: This one is teenish, I think? Booze and swearing

Length: 1328 words

Summary: Len drinks his feelings and Donna acts like a little bit of a shit.

~*~*~*~

Donna leaned against the door to Len’s office later that night after the girls and Jim were both long since in bed and watched as he poured out probably his third or fourth glass of bourbon. She sighed and took a few steps to sit across from him, leaning on the large desk between them. “You know that this isn’t your fault, right?”

He frowned into the glass, but nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I’m just pissed I didn’t see it sooner. Jo tried to tell me how much of an asshole he was, but I was too caught up to believe her. And because of that, my little girl has been putting up with him living in our house for months.”

“And what did you tell me when that shitty ex of mine back in college cheated on me, Len?”

“That’s different,” he started to protest, but was cut off with a sharp look from his sister. “Fine. I told you assholes are good at hiding in plain sight.”

“And Charlie was the king of asshole mountain,” she agreed, stealing his glass both to take a pull on the whiskey and to keep him from drinking more of it. “You know… You have a cute replacement sleeping upstairs. One who may or may not look at you like the sun and moon rise and fall on your ass, not that you’d notice with how oblivious you are to everything not smacking you in your face.”

“Not now, Donna. Charlie just left today. Jim got the call about Jo being his kid. I really don’t want to think about anything else right now.”

“Alright, that’s fair. So what’s going on upstairs for you right now?”

“Just… Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever been as angry as I was when I heard him talk to those girls this morning. I had to keep myself from drowning him in the lake,” Len growled. “All I could think about was every time I defended him to her.”

“And what about the test results?” She prompted gently.

Without the glass in his hands to occupy them, Len drummed his fingers on the desk and contemplated that situation as carefully as he could with alcohol fuzzing his brain. It was something he’d spent a lot of the day thinking about and he was no closer to an answer. On one hand, Len had always wondered what Joanna’s birth parents were like; he’d wondered if they were good people who just made a mistake or if they had Jo taken. Records were sealed. On the other hand, he’d also always hoped to be enough for her. He wanted to give her the best home with all the best chances in life. Not once in any scenario did he think they’d meet one of her parents by a simple act of serendipity.

And he really never thought her father would be his type.

“I dunno, Donna. I want Jo to feel like she can know him. I don’t want her to think I don’t want her to because I want her to as long as she wants to. And he’s so good with Ellie. That’s been obvious from the second he got off the plane.”

“But you’ve always been her daddy, so it’s hard to know that she has another one out there.”

“Yeah.”

She stood and leaned over the desk to kiss his forehead. “You know… Maybe you should take a day just getting to know Jim. If Jo’s gonna spend a lot of time around him, you should at least know what he’s like.”

He eyed her suspiciously, not even close to being fooled by the ploy but couldn’t deny it was a decent idea. She just stood there looking every bit the image of innocence until he finally gave in. Really, he should know better by now than to try and deny her anything.

“You know you’re right so stop looking like I have much of a choice in the matter,” he grumbled. “You have any events tomorrow or the day after?”

“Not until next week, so I can take the girls. I’d like to get to know Elysia a bit myself.”

“I’ll let you know when we’re doing it.”

“Doing what now?” Jim’s sleep-slurred voice piped up from the doorway. Len’s mouth ran a little dry at the sigh of the blonde in too-big sleep pants hanging precariously off his hips and no shirt. He’d blame the alcohol.

“Len wants to spend a day getting to know you since you’ll be part of the family now,” Donna grinned over at him after shooting Len a knowing look.

“Sounds good. What’re y’doing up so late? It’s almost 3am.”

Len just shrugged, so Donna answered for him, “He has a hard time sleeping when his entire world is being turned on its head. And his bourbon bottle was calling to him after that whole Charlie thing.”

The doctor just waved it off. “Better now than after I marry the asshole.”

“Here, here!” Donna downed the last of the glass she snagged from Len in a mock salute and took the bottle. “I’m just gonna go put this away. You two talk.”

Even after she left, Jim hovered awkwardly by the door. Len wasn’t all that sure of what to do either, so he just looked Jim over in a way he prayed was subtle. Toned muscle, lightly tanned skin, and damn those eyes were sinful. The usually styled hair mussed from sleep left his fingers twitching with the desire to run through it. It was the booze. It had to be. Leonard ignored the little voice dangling in the back of his mind that reminded him of how attracted he was the instant Jim walked off the tarmac in favor of cementing the differences between physical attraction and emotional attraction. It could be a mess for the girls if they tried anything.

He must have been staring longer than he thought because Jim started shifting under his gaze. Startled out of his reverie, Len gestured toward the chair Donna had occupied until a moment ago. “Sorry. Go on and sit.”

“So… What would we do on this getting to know each other day?”

“Any suggestions I give will probably be forgotten by morning,” Len admitted sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “We could go out to lunch somewhere. Maybe catch a museum or something in Atlanta. Depends on how up to exploring you are.”

“I’m always up for exploring. Museum and lunch sounds good. Now… Maybe we should get you up to bed? You okay to get upstairs?”

Len tried to shrug it off, but the second he stood up, the ground seemed to tilt beneath him. The next second, his faceplanted against Jim’s chest with arms wrapped snugly around his waist to hold him up. He glanced up, face flushed, to find mirth dancing in that piercing blue. If it weren’t for the room choosing that moment to spin in circles, he’d try to push away. Instead he clung to Jim’s shoulders to keep his feet under him.

“Need some help?” The tone was teasing and practically right against his ear.

Len needed to get to bed before he did something stupid. “Yeah, uh… I guess I do.”

“Alright, let’s go,” he chuckled and practically carried Len up the stairs. When he tried to get Len laid out in bed, the doctor refused to let go and pulled Jim in with him. “Bones… Let me up.”

“You’re comfy,” Len mumbled into his neck, eyes closed and already half way to dreamland.

After another minute or so of trying to free himself, Jim just gave up with a sigh and let himself relax into Len’s arms. Under the smell of bourbon was a smell that seemed to be purely Leonard. Jim buried his nose into Len’s hair and inhaled deeply. He was so gone and it was going to be a long night.

Tagging: @auduna-druitt @pinkamour1588 @gracieminabox @thevalesofanduin @yourtropegirl @randomlittleimp @southernbellestatues @emmkolenn @goingknowherewastaken @bubblegum-star-trek @loisrose @feelmyroarrrr @outside-the-government @arrowsshootyouforwards @eyeofdionysus @goodnightwife

[baepsaetan]

Dog Days Are Over (Jungkook)

Summary: Even in the dead of night, you’ll still go see Jungkook if he asks. Especially if he mentions dogs. 

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Length: 3.3k

A/N: Wanted to write something cute so here we are. Will be getting back into my series works shortly!

Like the better part of Heaven, your mattress sinks slightly as you fall into bed, the cool sheets embracing your exhausted limbs in blessed softness. You'd been at the hospital for close to 24 hours, with only a nap or two snatched here and there, and your body is definitely reminding you of the fact. You've never regretted walking on the road to becoming a doctor, but as an intern, some days you wish you could hitch a ride for a few miles. A yawn splits your lips and you snuggle your face into your pillow, your brain (for once) too tired to push on the gas.

Ah, sleep. Thank God for sleep.  

The thought is still spiraling drowsily through your head when, right next to your ear, your phone begins to blare an enthusiastic rendition of Mr Mr. Taeyeon's voice unapologetically rips away the comforting edges of sleep ("Mr. Mr., Mr. Mr.") and you indulge in five seconds of a childish tantrum.  

"Oh my god, nooooo," you moan into the pillow, hands pressing at your ears before you grudgingly fumble for the phone. Of course you answer it. For one thing, it's two in the morning, and people just don't call you in the early AM unless they actually need something important. (Hoseok learned that the hard way, the first year of your friendship. You weren't one for recommending good laser-tag places at 3am.) For another thing, all of your friends have specific ring tones, and SNSD's Mr. Mr. belongs to Jungkook. You'd go to your grave denying it, but frankly Jungkook could probably phone you when you were dead and you'd still try to pick up, regardless of the time. Not something you're particularly proud to admit, but you and Jungkook have been best friends for so long it's a fact you've resigned yourself to.

"Hey Kookie," you mumble into the phone, trying to wake up.  

It's a testament to the seriousness of whatever he's calling about that he doesn't complain about the nickname. His voice issues out tense and quiet. "Hi Y/N. You just got off your shift, right?"

He won't apologize for calling at this time, but the fact that he has your hectic shift schedule memorized down to a fault is almost enough. Fatigue is still wrapped around you like sticky webs, and you shift upright on the bed, holding back a grumpy reply. You remind yourself he wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important – and his voice makes it obvious that it is. Please don't be anything bad, you find yourself pleading, a mixture of worry and wishful thinking. He'd been hiking with Namjoon this weekend. Could it be something to do with that?

"Y/N?"

Shaking your head, you quickly reply. "Sorry Kookie. Yeah, I got off about half an hour ago. What's up?"

"I..." He hesitates for a moment, and you can almost picture him chewing at his lip, a habit he's never been able to get rid of. "It's not too late, right? You just worked a super long shift."

Now you're seriously alarmed. You and Jungkook aren't great about asking for help, about admitting weakness, but that was something you both discarded when it came to each other. When a professor was being inappropriate two years ago, it was Jungkook you'd confided in first, and he'd encouraged (practically pushed you into) reporting the man. When he was thinking about dropping out of the police academy, struggling with the academic portion, it'd been you he'd called, and you'd helped him study for the next two months until things smoothed out more. That was just how you were, how your relationship was. Why was he hesitating now?

"Jungkook, what happened?" You can't help the slightly sharp note, a mixture of exhaustion and worry, and can practically see him squaring his shoulders.  

"Well, it's not – I'm not hurt or anything," he stumbles, and as you suck in your breath impatiently, he blurts out the story. "It's – a dog, okay?" Your mouth snaps shut in taken aback confusion. "Namjoon and I were finished hiking and I was driving home and this dog jumped out in front of me and the person ahead of me. They didn't - I don't know, they didn't see it or they just didn't react in time or something. And after they hit it, they..." His voice dips low, ignoring your soft gasp, gets hoarser, and over the phone you can't quite tell how much of it is disbelief and how much of it is anger. "They left it. Just kept driving."  

"...That's so horrible," you say, your stomach clenching hollowly over your fatigue. The words feel equally hollow, but they're entirely true. Some days, even as a doctor, you can't believe what people are willing to ignore for their own convenience. "Is it – how badly is it hurt?" You don't bother questioning if he stopped; with Jungkook, that's a given.

He lets out a hard breath. "I wish I could have arrested them," Jungkook mutters. "I don't think that counts as a hit and run, though." A pause, and then he clears his throat. "That's why I'm calling you. About it being hurt, I mean. I – I'm pretty sure it is. It won't let me get close right now, so I dunno how bad, but it sort of collapses after it takes a few steps. I called the local animal hospital but they - they aren't sure they can help and I just – I mean, you know I'm a great driver but this guy is pretty worked up and I'm not sure I should be driving and trying to calm him down."  

You didn't need a degree to understand what he was asking. Biting your cheek, you wonder why the local hospital would have a problem helping. You suppose it doesn't really matter. Eventually you get up, leaving the warmth of your covers behind. "What about Namjoon?" Your question is academic at best – Kookie would have considered that already – but it passes the time as, after a moment of consideration, you throw a baggy hoodie over your pajamas and hurry over to the kitchen sink, under which is your first aid kit.  

"He's not answering," Jungkook replies simply. "Hyung wanted to stop by his studio to pick up something from Yoongi hyung. Maybe he decided to stay." Typically speaking, Namjoon leaves his phone off when he's creating music, and that goes doubly if Yoongi is there.

Nodding automatically, you grab your keys, stifling a yawn, and check to make sure you have everything. Driver's license, first aid, water, blankets, good. "What kind of dog is it, Jungkook?" you ask, taking the apartment steps two at a time after locking the door. A last wave of heat hit the city two days ago, and it lingers even now, even this late at night, hovering with sweltering insistence over your head. Your exhaustion is actually doing a good job of keeping back any overwhelming alarm or anxiety over this whole thing, so you find yourself quite calm as you strive to collect some facts that might – somehow – help. It's automatic for you by now.  

"Umm... I'm not really sure," he confesses, low and strained. "Namjoon hyung dropped the flashlight when we were going up a ridge yesterday and it broke, so I've only got my phone's light. He's... really cool though. I've never seen one like him before." There's a slightly awed note to his voice, almost childish in its astonishment, and you can't help but smile despite the situation. Trust Jungkook to be delighted by the breed of a dog at two in the morning.  

"Okay," you say as you duck into your car. "I'll come and help." As if Jungkook didn't already know that. "Where're you at, exactly?"  

With his location given, you say goodbye and head out, the dark road flashing smoothly under your wheels. At this hour there's almost literally no one around, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't speed at all. As the drive drags on (he's pretty far out of the city) you find your grip around the wheel getting tighter and tighter for a reason you can't entirely understand. Certainly, part of it is worry for the dog; while you're not entirely sure anyone can like dogs more than Kookie does, you're pretty high up there in affection for animals. But there's something else, too, something like imagining if Jungkook had been the one to hit the dog, or if he'd sit something bigger, like a deer or something. You've been working at the hospital for more than long enough to have seen several crash victims, and none of them were pretty.  

The thought lingers in the back of your mind, a sour taste in your mouth as you pass the county road Jungkook said he was close to. You slow your pace so you don't miss him. There aren't any lights this far outside the city, and your headlamps pick their uncertain way across the road for several minutes before finally ghosting over a still running truck pulled almost into the ditch. Your eyes can't find anyone through the pitch black outside your beams, but you pull over too, wasting no time in getting your flashlight from your dashboard. That in one hand and the med kit tucked under your other arm, you duck out of the car and stand still for a moment, trying to figure out where your trouble-happy friend is.  

"Y/N!" His strong timbre cuts easily through the quiet, heavy air. "I'm over here. Walk slowly, okay?"  

"Because I was planning on sprinting," you mumble to yourself, but you do as Jungkook says, stepping softly and letting the flashlight guide your feet not too far away from the road. And, at first, you're not surprised (and more than a little relieved) to find Jungkook sitting cross-legged on the ground next to his gently lit phone, a shaggy shape sprawled partially in his lap, partially on the ground next to him. Except as the full scope of your flashlight falls on the pair, they both look up, and the sharp head of the red and white canine sitting on Jungkook turns to regard you, ears swiveling back, lips lifting in an almost-growl.    

Except that Jungkook had said dog, and you're more shocked than you've ever been in your entire life.

Because that is definitely not a dog.

"Umm... Jungkook?" Against your will the words tilt into a high squeak, and the animal on your best friend bristles a little, lips once again writhing back to show teeth and gums. Yet, as Jungkook runs his hand soothingly across the broad ears, his fingers almost sinking into the thick fur, the canine's lips relax, masking threat and anxiety both. A huff emanates from the beast, almost a sigh, and it slumps with a low whine.  

"What?" He glances curiously at you, eyes wide and innocent of any wrong doing, and it takes a lot to bury the impulse to smack him across the head.

You manage to wrangle your voice into something calmer. "That's not a dog," you say flatly, marveling at each syllable. You're never, ever answering the phone after 10pm again.

Jungkook snorts, scratching soothingly at the canine that's partially buried in his lap. "Yeah? You think it's a mutated skunk, do you?"

"Haha." Your throat's dry enough that it's hard to swallow, and you need to press your free hand flat against your thigh, the light in your other hand shaking a little. It's a mixture of shock, confusion, annoyance and compassion that've swamped over you, all at once. The words rush out like water eager to sweep away a dam. "Except that's not funny at all, because that isn't a dog. That's a fox." Also known as one of your favourite animals. And it's just sitting there, right in front of you, and your heart is fluttering in a strange mixture of panic (you can't see where it's injured) and adoration, with a healthy dose of vexed irritation to make up for it.

His soft stroking pauses, but it's quick enough to resume as Jungkook looks down, biting at his lip. There's a beat of silence, and his shoulders rise uncomfortably as he studies the fox sprawled across his lap. For one brief second you think he's actually taken aback, but that thought is quickly brushed away. "It could be a small dog," he says eventually, defensively. "How do you know they can't look like this?"

Taking a cautious step closer, your flashlight's beam flooding across the creature, your mouth twists into an unconscious smile. Yeah, it's not a dog. The bright eyes, the pointed red muzzle with its beard of white, the black socks pulled up the slender legs... It's a fox. And God, seeing Jungkook with the small, doglike creature pressed shivering against his side makes something suspiciously like an "aww" stir traitorously against your lips, and you feel your grumpy heart softening.  

Or at least, you would have felt a softening, if your punk of a best friend hadn't blatantly lied to you.  

"What the hell, Jungkook?" you eventually sputter, keeping your voice low out of respect for the clearly frightened fox. "You - That isn't a dog."

If the light had been better, you're pretty sure Jungkook would have been bright red, but as it is he winces, ducking away from your flashlight. "I know," he mutters, a trifle sullen, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  

You huff in exasperated impatience before demanding, "Then why did you tell me it was a dog?"

Hands running softly across the fox's back, rubbing at the base of the ears in a motion that you suspect is done as much to soothe himself as the animal, Jungkook hangs his head and mumbles something that you don't catch.

"What?"

His head tics to the side, the familiar uncertain gesture endearing, and you press your lips tightly together to beat back any sympathy – at least until he answers you. Instead you fold your arms, glowering, and when he sees your expectant stare he bites at his lip, looking down again. "I thought it'd be... y'know... cute," he says in a strangled voice. "You – you like foxes, right? It's just... I wanted it to be a surprise."  

You can feel your eyes widening, mouth falling open, but you can't seem to regain control of your body. Jungkook clears his throat, shakes his head with a rather weak stab at studied indifference. "It doesn't matter, though," your friend eventually insists, tone becoming firmer. "You came, which is cool, but now we need to help this guy out."        

Hesitating, your gaze roves across the fox. You're still trying to shake off your surprise when you say, "I don't know anything about foxes. I don't think -" But your breath catches as the fox twists with another quiet whine, turning to lick pitifully at a darker patch of fur that oozes across its hind leg. Darker, you see upon closer inspection, because blood is matting the area, and a short period of watching shows that the canine is holding it awkwardly, almost off the ground.  

As your heart twists, you take out your phone, shaking off anything else and silently berating yourself for getting so distracted in the first place. As if anything else matters but the fox. Thankfully you've got service, and you quickly look up Taehyung's number. You're pretty sure he's still working, and, sure enough, within a few seconds of hitting the call button you hear a deceptively quick but deep voice answering. From his seat on the ground, Jungkook tilts his head inquisitively.  

"Yo Y/N, what's up?" Of course he has no problem with being called at 3 in the morning. You're pretty sure Hoseok had been going to go laser tagging with Taehyung that one night, after all.

"Are you at the sanctuary? I've got an animal that needs help."

He's a bit erratic as far as his personal life goes, but Taehyung takes his work seriously. "Yeah, I'm in the office. What kind of animal, where, and why?"  

You fill him in on the details, led on by his sharp questions, giving more information about where you are and how the canine seems to be injured, and a few minutes later hang up. "That was Taehyung," you automatically answer Jungkook's confused expression. "You remember? You've met him at a few parties."

"The tall guy with the bunny onesie?"  

Your laugh is short. "That's him. He works at a wildlife sanctuary and I just filled him in on everything. He says we shouldn't try to move the fox, he'll send someone over, but if it stays calm we should hang out with it for now. Here, I'm just gonna -"

Turning on your heel, you quickly retrieve a blanket and the water bottle from your car before returning. Once again, as your light comes across the pair, the fox shifts uncomfortably, but it quiets more quickly than before. "Has it tried to bite you?"  

The doubtful question receives a shake of his head, and Jungkook shrugs. "It kind of snapped at me at first, but it wasn't really moving so I just sat there and eventually it let me take a closer look. When I got close enough to touch him, he actually seemed... well, he seemed relieved or something."

"Maybe he just knew what an upstanding guy you are," you say sarcastically, crouching down next to them. To take the sting out of the words, you add, "Apparently animals can sense when people mean them harm; maybe it really did know you were trying to help." Or it's in shock is your more professional guess, but Jungkook's foolish smile is enough to make the not-quite-lie worth it. His grin is so happy he almost looks like an idiot – but if he's stupidly thrilled that an animal likes him, you're not going to complain.  

Instead you spend the next few minutes attempting to make the fox more comfortable. You put the blanket over both it and Jungkook, and can't help but giggle at how cute a pair they make, the cover swept over his shoulders and trailing down to drape over the trembling fox's side. When you put water in your hands the fox refuses to drink, but a little rummaging in Kookie's truck yields a saucer that Sanji (Jungkook's dog) probably uses, and it laps up a bit of water from there. You're almost literally itching to take a look at its leg, but Taehyung had warned you in no uncertain terms to leave it be, and such a serious warning from the laidback guy makes you hold back. Beyond not wanting to be bit, it'd be horrible if you upset or injured it further trying to help.

For a long time after that you and Jungkook just sit where you are, words floating seldom and comfortably between you as you both observe the fox. The heavy, warm air makes the sleep you never had catch up to you, and you find your eyes getting harder to keep open. As the fifth or so yawn slips out, Jungkook reaches out, hesitates, before shyly giving you a gentle nudge. "Thanks for coming," he says quietly. "Seriously. It's so late, I didn't know if you would..."  

Blinking sleepily at him, you hear the crunch of gravel as, back at the road, another car joins the pack growing off to the side. You smile, not thinking about work in six hours, and reply equally softly. "It could have been a mutated skunk and I still would have come. Thanks for stopping for this guy – and for telling me it was a dog."            

[mister-lady]

The fic I wrote!!! It was just a messy drabble and as usual I didn't really proof read it so pardon if theres any typos of sorts! Vmdmkggk. Uhmm... hope yall enjoy! It felt really good to finally be able to write again an maybe I'll get a push sometime soon ^w^!! Also ignore the awkward spacing, I write on google docs and whenever I copy and paste it over it does that qwq

Ship: purple stripes (virgil)

Warnings: none, ask to tag

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Matt was on a "secret mission" of stealing his lover's jacket. Reason one: it was very big on him and he felt like a turtle all tucked up in a shell. Reason two: its so..so warm. Reason three: best way to lure someone to giving you gay attention is to take something from them! Gayly. Of course, this wasn't unusual of Matt to do. He actually did it quite often and Virgil became quite used to it at some point, though Virgil never knew how he did it because he doesn't even recall himself taking off his own jacket so he doesn't know how Matt manages to slip away with it! 

It was currently some time around 3am, Matt had been trying to sleep but was too cold to go back to bed and decided to slip off to Virgil's room to snag his coat. Matt walked up to the door, and as he used one hand to grab the doorknob to turn it open, while with his other hand he gently put pressure on the door somewhere between the center of the door and the doorknob so it didn't creak as he pushed it open. He opened it enough just to slip in and paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust. The house was dark at night, but Virgil's room always seemed oddly darker for whatever reason. Once his eyes adjusted Matt caught a glimpse of it loosely hung on the back of a chair. He gently picked it up and tried to hold it open so the zipper didn't clack against anything. As he made his way to tiptoe out of the room he couldn't help but have a last second look at Virgil's peaceful and asleep figure, a smile made its way across his face, and he quickly slipped off and closed the door the best he could behind himself. Matt excitedly pranced off to his room and flopped down on his bed, forgetting to be quiet for a moment in the haste of his successful heist. 

Matt tightly wrapped the jacket around him and put his arms in the sleeves the best he could, but the ends of the sleeves still hung over his hands. Matt held in a giggle bubbling in his chest and quickly zipped up the jacket and bathed in the softness and warmth and scent it brought to him. He carefully traced his hands over the stitched on parts of the jacket, basically having where they were located ingrained in his memory from doing it so many times. Matt readjusted himself into a more comfortable sleeping position and pulled the hoodie over his head, causing it to hang over his eyes a little, and snickered a bit, before quickly drifting off to sleep.

When Matt woke up, he instinctively made his first action to check his clock to see what time it was, and had a mix of happiness and sadness that it was only 9:17am, he had slightly wished he woke up earlier but was glad he didn't wake up around lunch time again. He wiped his eyes and stayed laying down and stared at the ceiling for a few moments, letting his body wake up before sitting up; this is when Matt remembered he was wearing the jacket he had taken last night. He stared at it for a moment and pondered his next course of action. He could try to sneakily return it, or he could pretend to act oblivious to the deed that he had done. Matt decided to go with the second option because he thought it would be a funny idea, and would give him more time to wear the jacket anyways.

 Matt got up from his bed, and stumbled a little bit as he made his way towards his door. He crept to the kitchen, and glanced around, confirming that he seemed to be the only one awake so far. He considered making something, but he wasn't fully sure if he was in the mood to make breakfast quite yet. Then, a fun idea popped into Matt's mind, and he quickly scampered to the couch and grabbed his switch controller, and turned on the switch and set up his stuff for playing games. He turned on animal crossing and laid back on the couch belly-up, with his head rested against a pillow that was against the armrest. He partially wanted to get up and grab a blanket, but was too lazy to bother. He smiled as he played and did the daily tasks, losing track of time in the process.

Matt looked up from his game at the distant sound of a door opening, and couldn't help but get a mischievous smile spread across his face as Virgil approached him and sat down at the end of his feet. Matt couldn't stop smiling if he wanted too, he knew what he had done, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. He felt like a cat that had just drank out of its owners glass of water right in front of them. It was a rather great feeling. Virgil didn't really say anything, just gave him a knowing look, causing Matt to giggle a bunch.

"What?" Matt prodded. 

"Couldn't find my jacket this morning." Virgil casually said.

Matt laughed a little, finding the whole thing amusing. "Wonder where it went." He said through giggles.

"Can't say I know." Virgil paused before giving Matt a teasing look. "But would you maybe have a clue where it went?"

"Maybe it evaporated." Matt suggested.

"Right, maybe. Well if you see it let me know." 

"Will do!"

Virgil was about to get up for a moment before hesitating and turning back to face Matt.

"What's with the sudden smug look?" Matt asked before Virgil could speak.

"Nothing, I was just admiring your new jacket. Where'd you get it from? It almost looks a little familiar." Virgil teased.

Matt could feel his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much and so hard. "Dunno, I found it." 

"It looks really cozy.. it'd be a shame if..someone were to..share it maybe?" 

"Can't, it's only made for one person at a time." 

"It barely fits you though!" Virgil pointed out.

"It fits perfectly!" Matt scoffed and held up his arms, showing the sleeves hanging out past his hands, purposely disproving his own point.

"Right, and you look so cold too." 

"I was, then I found this jacket and I'm not cold anymore." 

"And you think I'm not cold?" Virgil light heartedly asked.

"You're always warm, you're like a portable heater." Matt muttered and shyly broke eye contact for a moment.

Virgil crawled ontop of Matt and laid ontop of him and rested his head on Matt's chest. "Fine then," Virgil spoke, "I'll just help warm you up then if you need a jacket like this."

Matt gladly used the opportunity to run his fingers through Virgil's hair. He adored how soft it felt, and it was oddly neatly combed. Matt played with the long stands that would hang infront of his face or the ones that ran down the back of his neck, almost making it look like a funky version of a mullet. He brushed the back of his head, letting his fingers get lost and absent mindedly messed with it. He felt Virgil softly smile against him and his breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed. Matt loved seeing Virgil all relaxed and calm, he deserved it.

"It looks kinda funny seeing you not in a jacket… b-but in a good way!!" Matt tried to recover his sad attempt at a compliment.

"Thank you." Virgil replied and softly chuckled.

Matt and Virgil rested in each others company, just simply enjoying the silence together. There was soft music playing in the back from the animal crossing game that Matt had forgotten about, but it was a bonus in the moment. Their breathing slowly fell in sync and there was nothing that could seem to make the moment feel better.

After a while, Matt ended up breaking the silence. "Well… since I have your jacket..guess you gotta give me attention." 

"Is that how it works?" Virgil groggily murmured.

Matt nodded almost a little too eagerly.

"Alright, if you say so, baby."

Matt's brain short circuited for a moment at the pet name, and quickly blushed, but tried to brush it off. "Shush, you're emo and you're gay. Can't imagine being like that."

Virgil laughed at the comment. "Right, cause that doesn't describe you in any form." 

"You're voice is-.." Matt was going to throw out another "insult" that he didn't mean, but hesitated.

"..is?" 

"Its uhm..nice I gues.." Matt's voice quieted towards the end of his sentence and his himself in the jacket.

Virgil wrapped his arms around Matt and snuggled tighter against him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Matt muttered out.

"Have I ever said that you looked cute in my jacket?"

"Okay, since when were you this flirty?" Matt blurted out, his cheeks s rather deep shade of red at this point.

"I like seeing your reaction." Virgil answered.

"Well you better hush before I give you your jacket back." 

"Yeah, cause that would be such a bad thing.."