#just realized i forgot about his eyebrow piercing. don't pay attention to that

[linawritesocs]

SETH IN THE IGNIHYDE UNIFORM PLS.

omg him being in the same dorm as his bestie..

[221bshrlocked]

sooo I remember reading a thing (I don't remember who wrote it) about reader being a tailor and doing Sebastian Stan's measurements and him getting turned on by it.

and theeeeen I came across THIS picture:

and my mind is GOING PLACES

AHA dude that was me and if anyone is interested, you can read it here.

But...you were saying-

“There were some last-minute changes. Get your shit together and come with me.” You looked up from your station and stared at Kevin for a few seconds as you continued to write in your notebook.

“Snap out of it and let’s go!!!” He sighed and motioned for you to hurry up, shaking his head when he saw you frantically getting out of your seat and grabbing your tool bag.

You almost tripped a couple of times as you followed him through the lot and into one of the production buildings.

“You mind explaining to me what’s happening?”

“Joe took over from Kristin, not sure why, and now he has too many clients for this movie so you’ll be taking three of Jo’s assignments and he was planning on getting most of the measurements today and since he can’t do that, you’re coming with me.” He swiped his card and pushed the door open for you, telling you to continue walking until the end of the hallway.

“Wow, alright then. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I only just found out like an hour ago. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve heard that most of the actors in this movie are nice so you won’t have to deal with any assholes. Here,” he took a few steps ahead of you and pushed the door open again before motioning for the next room.

“Just go through there and he’s waiting for you. You have my phone number, let me know if you need anything okay?” Kevin said as he patted you on the back before leaving again. You hoped for his sake that he was telling the truth about the actors. It was too early in the morning to deal with anyone’s shit.

Taking a deep breath, you fixed your bag and clicked on the mechanical pencil a few times before walking to the door. Knocking three times, you waited until you heard a soft response before entering.

And as soon as you walked in, you regretted not asking Kevin which actors you were taking over from Jo.

“H-hi, I uhh, I’m supposed to be taking your measurements...for the suits.” You swallowed nervously and looked at the two actors before zeroing in on the one fixing his glasses and drinking coffee.

“Hi, I’m Taron. Didn’t know Joe is a girl’s name!” Taron asked as he stepped forward and stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“Oh sorry, my name is Y/N. There were some issues with one of the tailors so I’m taking over some assignments from Joe...he has too much on his plate.” You smiled awkwardly before returning your attention to the other man.

“Sorry but I was told there was a third actor I will be working with?” You put your bag down and began to take out the pins, threads, and measuring tapes.

“Yeah Channing is running a little late so I guess you’ll start with us until he gets here. And it’s nice to meet you, I’m Pedro.” He stepped towards you and shook your hand as well before moving to give you some space as you took out your tools. You hoped he didn’t notice how nervous you were at meeting him. Fuck, the man was more handsome up close.

“So which one wants to go first?” You turned around and looked at the two men, raising an eyebrow when neither said nothing. You swore you saw Taron smirking at Pedro but you paid it no mind and flipped through the pages of your little notebook.

“Come on guys, I promise I don’t bite.” You joked and dug your fingers into the notebook when Pedro raised his hand.

“Y/N, how do you like your coffee?” Taron asked as he grabbed his phone and his keys before heading to the door.

“Oh god no please, you don’t have to.”

“Nonsense, I need some anyway.” He shook his head and waited.

“An iced hazelnut latte will do. Thank you so much!” You thanked him again and turned around to Pedro when you heard the door shut behind him.

“If you don’t mind, I usually prefer taking some preliminary measurements before we try on the suits?” You stretched out the measuring tape as you approached him, rolling up your sleeves as you waited for him to finish his coffee.

“Go for it, you’re the expert here. Just let me know how you want me.” You swore there was a flirty tone to his last words but you brushed the thought aside. Come on. Focus.

“T-thank you, and over here is fine.” You pointed towards the large mirror and asked him to take his jacket off.

“And feel free to let me know when you need to move around or anything, I know how hard these things get sometimes.” You smiled at him as you stuck the pencil behind your ears and stretched the tap out from his neck to his shoulders. He whispered something in return but you couldn’t catch it and thought better than to ask him what he said.

A few minutes passed by in silence with you scribbling down more measurements and trying to not pay attention to the heat radiating off of his skin.

“Just a few more and we’ll move on to the suits.” You made the mistake of looking into his eyes and blinked nervously when you noticed how dark and piercing they were.

“Take your time.” Pedro smiled at you and purposely looked down at your lips before meeting your gaze again, his smile growing further when he saw the obvious effect he was having on you.

All you did was hum before getting on your knees and putting the notebook and pencil on the floor.

“Fuck,” Pedro swore as soon as you pulled the measuring tape from his ankle to his inner thighs and you snatched your hands away immediately, hoping you didn’t make him uncomfortable by accident.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to...would you like to take a break?” You weren’t sure what you were supposed to say and you continued to stare up at him until he shook his head.

“Just surprised me...go ahead Y/N.” His voice came out hoarse and you couldn’t help but look at the way his jaws clenched as he looked down at you. Moving quickly through the last measurements, you stayed on the floor and wrote down the last numbers, not noticing the way Pedro was eyeing you as you remained at his feet.

"Ok, so we’ll be trying different suits to see which style matches you best and I’m honestly not sure when I’m supposed to let you go so depending on your availability, we can either finish this today or meet another time.” Pedro nodded and you walked to the chair that had the suits Joe chose for him. “Please put on this shirt and pick whichever suit to start with. I’ll be here.” 

“Thanks Y/N.” He took the suit and walked away quickly, and you frowned when the door slammed a little louder than it should have. Maybe he was just having a bad day.

Less than ten minutes later, you heard the door unlock and saw Pedro walking towards you from the corner of your eyes. “One sec, I’m looking for some ties here.” You forgot to hand him one when he went to change and when you heard shuffling behind you, you grabbed the black one and decided to match the colors later.

When almost gasped when you turned around and looked at Pedro.

“Is something wrong?” He asked when he saw the expression on your face, unsure of how he looked.

“Oh god no it’s just...damn, you really know how to wear a suit. Your shoulder to waist ratio is perfect.” The response was out before you could stop yourself and you laughed nervously before approaching him and ignoring the way he was smiling at your word vomit. When you looked down to avoid stepping on his shoes, your eyes widened in surprise at seeing the obvious tent in his suit pants.

Fuck, he was big.

“That might be the first time someone’s ever complimented my, what is it, shoulder to waist ratio?” Pedro unbuttoned the jacket and put up his collars when he saw the tie in your hands. He said nothing of your obvious reaction to noticing the not-so-little issue he was having, hoping that he wasn’t misreading the interaction.

“S-sorry, I can’t help it sometimes. There are some people that were built to wear suits and you’re one of them.” You said nothing as he leaned down so you could put the tie around his neck. He put his hands in his pockets, silently telling you that he wouldn’t be fixing his own tie. You didn’t look at him once, instead focusing on the fabric beneath your fingers and how perfectly chiseled his jaw was.

Your breath hitched when you felt him softly place his hands on your hips. You said nothing as you finished tying the fabric and fixing his collar, hands moving across his shoulders to flatten the creases.

“Tell me sweetheart, how am I supposed to go about my day now that I’m dealing with this issue?” You smiled when he pulled you closer to him and traced your jaw with his nose.

“I...uhh, s-sorry, I didn’t mean to- it’s a perfectly n-natural response.” You finally allowed yourself to shut your eyes and lean your head back as he skimmed his lips over your neck.

“Well, I can tell you that I’ve never had this problem before.” He kissed the skin below your ears and chuckled when he felt your grasp tighten around the suit.

“Oh...s-sorry-”

“Mierda...every time you say ‘sorry,’ makes me want to bite your lip baby, kiss the breath out of you. So fucking sweet...” You shivered at the whispers he was speaking across your skin, barely managing to breathe when you felt how hard he was against your stomach.

“P-pedro...” Just as he was about to lean over and kiss you, the door unlocked and in came Taron with your coffee. You jumped as far away from Pedro as possible and pretended to jot some stuff down on your notebook, completely missing the way Pedro was silently swearing and pointing at Taron to leave.

“Ah mate I just realized I forgot to get Channing’s coffee. Be back in a bit.” You ignored him and stared at the numbers on the page. 

Your embarrassment was replaced quickly with shock when Pedro came up from behind you and pulled you to his chest. He turned your chin around until you were looking at his lust-blown eyes.

“Now, where were we?”

[litteidiot]

Hello! I've been reading ur fics recently, and I love them- they're amazing and touching! I was wondering if I could request a scenario for all 4 boys, in 2nd pov about the MC having a sudden panic attack? I understand if you don't wanna write it!

Hii! Thank you for reading my fics and I’m really happy that you like them. I hope with that one I can satisfy you as well!

I split this into two parts so stay tuned! Sorry if the second part will take time.

Reacting to MC having a panic attack pt. 1

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Type: Scenarios

Attention! The characters are not mine credit to the Mr. Love Team!

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Victor

It was another day like the other. But you were nervous. Recently you got two great opportunities for the next episode of Miracle Finder. You were 100% sure these episode will make the company go viral.

And just like always Victor asked for the draft and report about the episodes. And it was due today. You were busy this week preparing the set and everything essentical for the show you totally forgot to to do yor job assigned by him. So one day before due you pulled an all nighter, writing the reports to satisfy his request. By the time the clock hit 6 am you were done. Both documents were at least three pages long, and you were sure no information was left out.

But then why you were so nervous? Maybe because the companies you will soon work with are bigger then yours? As you approached the LFG building this tingling nervousness didn’t stop. It was like a parrot on your shoulder, chanting the same word until it drives you crazy.

You step into the elevator and pushing the button where Victor’s office was. Your palms were sweating. It’s not like this is your first time handing him your work. But still. Your heart rate quickened, and with that you took small breathes to consol yourself.Knocking on the CEO’s office door, you waited for his approval to enter.

“Come in.” His usual stern voice was heard and after a second of hesitation you walk in. Like usual Victor was dressed in his black business attire, behind his computer, his fingers flying on the keyboard as he typed away whatever he was workinh on.

“I brought you the reports you were asking for.” You said in a voice surprising not even you, but Victor. He stopped his work, an eyebrow arched. “Are you doing well?” He asked. You cleared your throat. “Yes, I’m okay.” Victor’s concers vanished, and his serious business manner returned. “Good, now hand me the reports.” He demanded. This time it hit you. All day you were nervous about the reports you will going to hand to Victor. Are they good enough to his expectations? You almost forgot to do the report the other day. As you looked at the papers, you got even more nervous. Your handwriting was messy, a lot of correcting scattered across the pages, you realized whatever you wanted to write only ended up as a small side note.

No way in the world you will hand this to him. You stood there still, panicking out of your mind. Your heart at this point went crazy in your chest, your hands are dranched in sweat, your chest hurt as the lack of oxygen entered your lungs.

“I’m not asking again.” Victor’s voice pierced through your thoughts, not helping the situation. “MC, hand me the report.” He raised his voice, clearly annoyed because your lack of action. But your mind froze. Are the reports good enough? What if he thinks it’s one of those many sloppy reports you gave him and this time he had enough and not only he whitdraws the funding but also calls off the next show.

At this point you were wheezing. Suddenly you gripped your chest, and dropped to the floor. You felt lightheaded as you slipped in and out of consciousness, small beds of sweat appearing on your forehead.

“MC!” In a flash Victor appeared next to you literally having no idea what happened to you. Not going to lie even he went pale for a quick second. “MC! Look at me? Can you hear me, look at me!” He shook you lightly forcing you to look in his eyes. Not enough, your panick switched into a breakdown, tears streamed down your face like two little rivers. You got a strong and firm grip on his arms, as you both hyperventillated and cried at the same time.

Victor was scared out of his mind. He looked at you breaking into pieces in front of him, literally having no idea what is happening with you. He wrapped you into his arms as he strokes circles on your back murmuring things to calm you down. After your little episode you pulled away from him looking all ashamed because of the mess you caused him.

“I-I’m sorry.” You mustered out between two breaths. “I was so busy this week I nearly forgot the reports and I wasn’t confident my work will make it to your expectations. I got stressed, I’m sorry.” You rabled your reasons at him.

After this day, he made sure you were doing okay with the work he gave you and paid close attention if you are overworking yourself.

Kiro

You just launched a new episode of Miracle Finder but you weren’t on set to supervise the shooting. You were busy making contracts for future project you didn’t even bother to look over the script, you just signed the approval to air ot and that’s it. And boy you wish you did.

On the airing night you watched the episode and you almost ripped out your hair seeing how sloppy and unprofessional the episode was. And the feedbacks on social media and your company’s official website didn’t help either. It was all negative comments, judging the episode, you the company. This occupied your mind the whole week.

“What’s in my Miss Chips mind other than me?” Kiro’s playful voice interrupted you as he waved his hand in front of your face. You were at his house, Kiro asked you over to hang out a little while.

“Am I a good boss, Kiro?” This question, what circled in your mind finally set free. This question took a full 180, Kiro switched into a serious manner. “What do you mean? Of course you are! You are amazing as always!” He encouraged you, his radiating sunlight shone over you. But this couldn’t brighten up you mood. Not this time.

“I don’t feel like I’m good enough.” You said. “This week’s episode was a disaster! I wasn’t there to supervise and after that I wasn’t paying attention to it I just approved the airing. Now all the comments and feedbacks are attacking the company and me because of how bad this one turned out.” You rambled you hands getting shaky.

“Kiro and it’s all my fault. I was too busy to look through the files, now everything backfired on me. I can’t pay attention to multiple things at the same time. What kind of producer am I?” Your worry grew, so does your panic.

“I will bring down this company. Dad worked for decades on this TV show and my carelessness will ruin his hardwork.” You said, your body was now trembling. The air felt stuffy, The place suddenly was too small for you two.

“MC look at me.” Kiro lifted your head too look at him. “Answer these questions for me.”

“Kiro, it’s not the time to play 20 questi-” He cut you off.

“Just aswer these questions to me. What’s the day today.”

“Um, it’s Friday.”

“What’s the date today?”

“It’s the 24th.”

“Good. How many days we have in a week.”

“Seven days.”

“And in a month?”

“Thirty or thrity one days.”

“And what about a year? How many days are in a year?”

“Threehundred and sixty-five.”

“Good job. Are you okay now?” He looked at you with his tender blue eyes. You soon realized your breathing stabilized. You were no longer nervous. Seeing your confused face, Kiro flashed you a smile. “You were having a panic attack. So before it could get worse I distracted your mind from it.”

He pulled you in his arms, giving you his bearhug you love so much. Inhealing his scent, your mind fully relaxed. “Are you okay now?” He asked in a low voice, and you nodded, closing your eyes in comfort.

“You are an amazing producer MC. You are one of the most hardworking person I ever met, you are doing an amazing job, do not let those comments get to you.”

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Stay tuned for pt. 2!!