#this was actually great stress/anxiety relief

[call-me-casual]

Results day is tomorrow and I’m terrified

Have these funny guys

[mariclerc]

What about Charles dreaming about the reader cheating on him? And him being all clingy about it

Thank you so much for this request, I found it so interesting and funny. I hope you like thisss 😋😋

A driver nightmare | cl16

Summary: when Charles dreams about you and it's not usually something pleasant for the both of you. Warnings: fluff, slightly possessive Charles and a little bit of angst.

You and Charles have been dating for a couple of years, and although people sometimes say that it is suffocating to date someone for such a long time, for the two of you it is not like that since you always find something new about each other and end up falling in love over and over again. And it's a nice thing because there are quite strong feelings between the two of you.

But lately Charles has been a bit scattered, so to speak, and you have no idea why is that behavior coming...

So, one night Charles lies asleep next to you, your breathing is even and deep.

“Another night, another nightmare, great...” Charles says as he sighs softly.

He stirs in his sleep, his brow furrowed... The dream is vivid and so painful. You are there, his love, his world, his whole life, is with another man... The laughter, intimacy - things that should be reserved only for the two of you, are being shared with someone else. A cold sweat breaks out on his forehead.

He jolts awake, heart pounding. His eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign of disturbance. He finds you there sleeping peacefully, with a serene and angelic face; relief washes over him, but the lingering dread from the dream is a heavy weight on his chest.

Lately he's had a couple of nightmares about you with someone else, and no matter how much he tries to get answers about it, it's all in vain since it's just a nightmare, that's just it... The thing is, to him, everything feels so real and vivid that he actually swears you're not by his side at the moment.

He whispers. “Oh no... It's getting worse.”

He lies there, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the nightmare, his mind races over and over. He knows it's irrational because you would never do this to him. But the images are so real that it hurts him a lot.

***

Morning comes, a sliver of light peeking through the curtains. You stir in bed, stretch, and smile softly at him.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” you smiled at his sleeping form. Your voice is soft and melodic, the sunlight catches your eyes, making them sparkle.

“Morning darling.” he says, his voice is rough with sleep, but he forces a smile for you.

You sigh a little bit. “You seem so tired cha. Another nightmare?” you reached out to stroke his hair.

He nodded. “Just a bit baby, but it's nothing to worry about.”

He pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair, the scent of your shampoo is comforting. For a moment, the fear and anxiety fades away.

“You know you can talk to me, right? About anything, okay?” you say softly at him.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” he sighs. “It's just... It's a little complicated.”

He squeezes your hand, trying to reassure himself as much as you.

***

The days pass and Charles continues to be plagued by nightmares at night time. He becomes increasingly withdrawn, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced by a shadow of doubt.

“I’m losing my mind.” he whispered softly while grabbing his hair.

So one afternoon, as you two cuddle on the couch, you can notice the change in him.

“Charles, I know something's wrong. You’ve been distant.” You say in a whisper as you stroke his hair. “And I don't know if I've done anything wrong.”

Charles freezes, his heart pounding... You doing something bad? That is impossible for him, but he can't help but feel guilty.

“You doing something bad? Honey, that's impossible! Everything's fine, love... Just a bit stressed with work, that's all.” he says softly.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with concern for him. “You can't lie to me, Charles. I know you better than that, I know something's bothering you.” you say with a soft voice.

***

A couple of days later, the sunlight streams through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. The soft clinking of utensils can be heard as you move gracefully around the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

Charles enters, his hair ruffled from sleep, for you he looks so good, and he yawns widely. He stretches, his eyes still half-closed, and then pads over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Good morning, beautiful! What are you making that smells so so good?” he says while kissing your cheek.

You smile, leaning back into his warm embrace. “Morning, sleepyhead. I'm just making pancakes! Nothing serious.” you giggled.

Charles tightens his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You're the best chérie.”

He nuzzles your neck, his breath tickling your skin. You giggled, turning around to face him.

“Stop it silly, you’re going to make me spill the batter!”

Charles grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I like watching you cook. You look so... domestic and cute.” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes playfully. ”Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He shrugs. “I guess so silly bean.”

He pulls you into a tight hug, his possessiveness momentarily surfacing.

“You’re mine, you know?”

You laugh softly, your heart melting at his affection. “I know my love, I know.”

Charles kisses your forehead, a tender gesture that speaks volumes.

Later that day, you and Charles are curled up on the couch, a comfortable silence between the two of you.

Suddenly Charles let out a long sigh. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

You looked at him, your expression concerned. “What’s wrong, baby love?” you asked him.

Charles takes a deep breath.

“Well... I've been having these… nightmares... About you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Nightmares? About me?” you asked again and he nodded.

“Yeah... And it's something stupid, I know. But they’ve been getting worse because I see you with someone else. And it’s... it’s horrible, it feels horrible.” he finally confesses and he looks down, his voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, Charlie...” you reached out to take his hand. “It’s just a dream, baby. It doesn’t mean anything! Look, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

Charles looks up, searching your eyes for reassurance.

“I know, I know... But it’s been making me so crazy. I’m so sorry if I’ve been acting weird this couple of weeks.” he whispered and you pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around him.

“Baby... You’re not acting weird, you’re just scared. And that’s okay! I’m here for you, always, okay?” you say while caressing his back.

Charles nods, relief washing over him.

He sighed and smiled at you. “I love you amour.”

“I love you too, more than words can say.”

[lostinforestbound]

I kept thinking about this so I just had to write it out! I also made a little blurb under the cut with a gn!Tav. Let me know your thoughts and feel free to add on!

Rolan with Early Greying Hair

When he discovers his first grey hair, he's almost devastated.

He's still young, he isn't supposed to greying yet, but it seems the stress of everything he's gone through is catching up.

At first, he started plucking them out when he spots them, willfully trying to ignore the fact he's greying at all. When plucking became a little painful, he tries a little bit of dye instead.

Unfortunately, the dye he used changed the texture of his hair to the point it was noticeable, so he ended up washing it out.

They're more visible on the sides of his temple, so he shifts his hair more loosely in hopes of hiding them.

Of course he's insecure about it! What in the hells will Tav think of it? No doubt they would find it unattractive!

One day, as he shares a bath with them, they finally notice them as they wash his hair.

He feels them gently pull his hair back to get a better look, and he immediately thinks of the worse case scenarios.

He'll speak up, going on a small ramble of how he's tried plucking them out but they keep coming back. He'll promise to find proper dye to hide it better.

He's shocked when he turns his head towards them and see a light blush on their face.

"I actually think it's attractive. Grey looks wonderful on you," They say. He would genuinely think they're joking, but they seem utterly sincere.

Bonus Points: Tav reveals their own gray strands from the stress of their adventure.

The sigh of relief that comes out of his mouth made him realize how tense he was about up until this moment. It embarrasses him how worked up he got over it.

He's still desirable to them; he's always been desirable. He just got too wrapped up in his own anxiety.

Maybe he should stop worrying about how he looks and realize Tav loves him, grey hairs or not. They seem to love the greys, and that's all he needs.

Writing Blurb

Even as Tav massages his shoulders, he can't make himself relax in the hot water he drew up for the both of them.

He's tried everything he could to mask what he identifies as his shame; plucking, dyeing, wearing his hair a different way, but nothing can ever hide the fact that he's greying already.

Gods damn it all, he's still young! At least young enough that greying at his age is strange. His life has been absolute hell, no pun intended, and now it's hitting him with another problem, and he can't catch a break. Of all the hurdles that could possibly be in his way after finally living comfortably, this is the one life decided to throw at him? Absurd! Horrendous!

Tav doesn't know about the greys, and he's worried about them finding out. What if they don't find him attractive because of those pesky hairs refusing to disappear?

He doesn't even notice Tav pausing as they pull his hair back. When he does, he sees them looking at the sides of his temple; his anxiety spikes in that moment. "I've tried plucking them, but they keep on returning," He rambles immediately, trying to salvage Tav's nonexistent disappointment. "The dye I tried almost ruined my hair. I'll look for a better quality one, and then they will-" "Rolan, I love them." Tav interrupts him with a smile, face flushed. The water splashes from how fast he shifts in the basin, staring at them in shock. They continue on, running his fingers through his hair to get a better look and using their other hand to cup his jaw. "Grey looks great on you."

He leans into their palm, sighing. "I thought you would be...I don't know," he says with a small huff, eyes fluttering close. "I find it hot." That makes him bark out a laugh. "Must you always be so vulgar?" "Calling something about you 'hot' is not vulgar! Prude." They tease, kissing his forehead and then his nose, finally landing on his lips afterwards. There will probably be a longer conversation about his previous insecurity when they get to bed, but for now, he knows just how loved he is, greys and all.

[alilarew23]

the first manifestation is [in] the body

i want you to genuinely ask yourself if the reason you’re struggling to shift states is really due to a lack of faith/belief in your power as god of your reality or if it’s because you’re biologically addicted to the stress hormones associated with “trying” to manifest your desires.

i think most people, like myself, discover the law of assumption at a time when their inner/outer worlds have crumbled.

they’ve lost something or someone dear to their hearts. they’ve been fired. the business deal they thought for sure they had in the bag fell through.

but here, someone on tiktok says, i have a solution. decide what you want. affirm and persist until it shows up.

now, to be clear, i am by no means against affirmations if they work for you, if you’re truly repeating phrases as a means of reminding yourself you already have/are that which you desire to be, or if said repetition helps you shift states.

if something works for you, great.

keep repeating.

but i think there’s a general misunderstanding surrounding the term “persist” that can (and often does) have seriously detrimental implications for people first learning about/applying the law, especially those who haven’t read or listened to material from neville or edward art (yes, there are other wonderful teachers, but for me, the neville-edward duo is where to start).

persist, put simply, means to know, to continually accept your assumption as true despite lack of immediate evidence in your physical world.

acceptance does not imply—and does not demand—any work on the part of the assumer.

acceptance is by nature gentle.

it is a pleasant, “yes, i already am. yes, everything already is. yes, my prayer has been answered. thank you.”

but there’s this energy a lot of supposed-teachers have attached to the term that makes those applying the law think they need to work.

PERSIST PERSIST PERSIST UNTIL IT SHOWS UP.

meaning, if you are not working, if you are not affirming and visualizing and scripting and SATS-ing every second until who knows the exact moment your desire materializes, it will not materialize.

which then gets people in the state of working, of trying, which by nature has force/anxiety attached to it.

which implies not being/having.

how can you work to get something you already have?

how can you try to become something you already are?

when people start to realize this, usually because they either get exhausted and depressed from all work and no results, or they manifest their first neville book that begins re-orient their relationship to the law, they might have the realization that, oh! this can be…mind-bogglingly easy.

like, i legit just decide i have/am something and go about my life and it appears in my physical world?

what a relief!

but then…immediate anxiety sets in.

NOT, at least i don’t think—and of course this isn’t always the case, there are exceptions—because they don’t believe in the law or intuitively know/feel their power to select and step into the reality of their dreams, the one inherently granted to them by their god-selves, but instead because they have trained their bodies to not trust—to not feel safe within—their power.

to not allow for the naturalness of having/being what they desire to effortlessly take over.

which is the key to successful manifestation.

it’s like, oh, ok, it’s done!

but five minutes later, the body says, where is all that anxious energy i’ve been hit with non-stop for the past seven months?

now, if they could sit with this discomfort, they might realize that, actually, that *lack* of anxious energy is a signal to the inner man/subconscious mind/whatever you want to call it that—hell yeah! we have this thing now!—hence the immediate build-traverse of the bridge of events, and a rapid materialization of said desire in the physical world because they are living in the end (present, not desiring)—and that realization might make it easier to stay in the being/having state.

but instead, there’s the bodily pull-back to the trying state.

which leads only to more exhaustion and frustration and depression and the cycle begins itself again.

but there’s such an easy fix.

i did it.

you can do it, too.

here it is.

STAY.

in that feeling of relief. of ease. of almost-disbelief.

at all costs.

it sounds so silly to say your life depends on you sitting in this sort of discomfort, because—what?

how could simply being/knowing/gently accepting be this uncomfortable?

it shouldn’t be, and i’m genuinely sorry for all of us who have had to do the work of un-learning the persist-work stuff, but also, maybe it isn’t work.

maybe this, too, can be easy.

gentle acceptance.

we already are. everything already is.

it is a blessing to exist in and accept this naturalness.

[hooman-tree]

The Overthinking Embodiment Of Anxiety / Leo x Gender Neutral ! Reader .

THERE WERE MANY TIMES THAT LEO WOULD GRIMACE AND SHRIVEL UP INTO HIS OWN EMBODIMENT OF EMBARRASSMENT. But, him asking for [Name's] number in the stupidest way possible has got to be at the very top of his list. That was pretty much the only thing circling through his head, as he was currently screaming into his pillow profusely. Which was luckily muffled out.

He was currently freaking out, because somehow: Leo just happened to not only fail at leaning against the locker to the ‘awesome rizz’ he claims to have, as school today. But, he also couldn’t stop himself from stammering over his words.

In all honesty, he was one second away from puking onto [Name]. However, a quick: “I’m gonna…gonna be sick. I’ll be in the bathroom, if you need me!” managed to only further embarrass Leo, as he wasn’t able to meet up with [Name] for the rest of that day and apologise profusely for what it did.

Right now, he was still screaming urgently into his pillow, until Raph threw a pillow at him and urged him to ‘shut it up, and go get some sleep’. It was almost 3AM, and his brothers couldn’t even use their phones properly in peace to just roam about the Internet, because Leo’s screaming was consistently ruining Donnie’s Attack On Titan binge-fest Marathon, Mikey’s podcast of his favourite comedians and Raph’s blasting music that he raised up to deafen himself from Leo’s stressed out antics.

Thankfully, Leo stopped his screaming session, as soon as he felt his phone vibrate and ping from a notification popping up. He didn’t really think much into it, thinking it to be a Netflix notification. But, him choking on his own spit just proved it wasn’t even that: [Name] had sent him a message.

Almost immediately, Leo was staring intently at his phone: hesitantly clicking the notification and his phone opened up onto the messaging app.

[Name]: wassup Leo, you good after puking and throwing up in the bathroom? 😭

Leo grimaced at the teasing message, rest his head onto his other pillow, an audible sigh left him, staring up at the ceiling. “They definitely laughed after that…” With a reluctant sigh, Leo responded back.

Leo: heya [Name] & i’m all chilled out now, thanks for asking! and, sorry about that 😕 i got nervous and freaked out there

[Name]: dw mate, it’s all good & hey, at least we can chat here and still laugh abt it together later on 👍

Leo blinked mildly, clutching the phone tightly to himself, his legs wiggled about for a mere second, not able to contain his excitement. A dazed grin appeared onto his face, happily and quickly responding to [Name].

Leo: that’s sound great & i was actually wondering about something i wanted to ask you @ school before, but couldn’t today 😶

[Name]: aight👌, shoot the question @ me then man

This was when Leo kept on constantly typing for a really-really long time, to then just delete major parts of his prolonged paragraph he was wounding up in the text box. He gritted his teeth and slanted them, a nerve-wracking feeling swelled up inside of him, before he finally deleted his whole paragraph and then sent:

Leo: it’s nothing, dw

goodnight, [Name]!

[Name]: goodnight dude!!

Leo sighed, turning off his phone and he laid comfortably on his bed. He felt immensely disappointed in himself for chickening out at the last moment. But, he then remembered:

He got [Name’s] number and even managed to chat with them for a good amount of time, without even sending any stupid typos he overthought on himself to make.

A sigh of relief whipped out of his mouth from that, smiling softly in his sleep. Leo was fine with just trying to go on a date hangout with [Name] again, next time.

He’d have better luck asking them out successfully, next time.

[jtl-fics]

Fluent Freshman - Part 03

PREVIOUS

In the Fluent Freshman AU I could see a moment where Andrew kind of misses having Renee around. She was a nice quiet support for him during her time at Palmetto and now she’s graduated. Bee suggests that Andrew try and make a new friend, he can try with someone on the team even.

Andrew, initially, thinks it’s a stupid idea. He real hates pretty much every sophomore (Jack’s group) and pretty much all of the new freshmen irritate him since they’re always trying to steal Neil’s attention with all their fucking problems. The only freshman that he has no opinion on (and therefore is miles and miles ahead of everyone else) is the quiet one that he glowered at pretty early on for staring at Neil’s scars.

Except now, with the knowledge that the kid is a foreign language major, he was probably just trying to figure out what language him and Neil were talking in since the kid isn’t phased at all when Neil absentmindedly used his shirt to wipe away sweat on his face. Everyone else had LOOKED but the kid had just continued on as if it were nothing.

Nicky likes him a fair bit and has assured both Andrew and Neil, after the fourth time the kid power walked away from them, that he’s not homophobic just due to circumstances public displays of affection make him deeply uncomfortable. The Foxes have pasts and if the kid isn’t going to make it their problem then Andrew isn’t about to get irritated over it.

(Nicky doesn’t elaborate that those circumstances being that he understands that Andrew is telling Neil all the places (geographical locations) that he wants to kiss Neil and where he’d do it. He’s really not a prude but how did watching Cars 2 result in this level of dirty talk?! He’s just trying to actually get to see these movies everyone keeps referencing so that he can join in on the conversation)

The kid’s quiet company the few times Andrew’s been in it and Neil has been making some slow progress on getting the kid to open up. Andrew knows that the kid has his own weekly meetings with Betsy and he’s not about to pry.

(It’s social anxiety and stress related. No he has not told Betsy about the whole Russian situation because she’d be mad at him right? Everyone keeps telling him that Betsy and Andrew Minyard are close and that Andrew is her favorite even if she can’t admit to having something like that. She’s nice but what if she gets mad about it and tells Wymack that he’s not fit mentally to be on the team? Then what? He can’t afford college without a sports scholarship. Oh god- Betsy spends a lot of time walking him through stress relief and not worst case scenario-ing every interaction)

Andrew figures that if nothing else this kid is fine with sitting in stony silence. If it doesn’t work then w/e he tried.

So, to Fluent Freshman’s absolute horror and dismay, Andrew Minyard starts to hang around him even when Captain Neil ISN’T AROUND. He becomes unbeatable at Poker and fluent in Japanese if not fully literate.

Once it’s just Andrew and Fluent Freshman sitting in absolute silence for an hour. This might be the nicest time Andrew’s had with someone not part of his family since Renee left. “You ever consider learning Russian?” Andrew asks.

Fluent Freshman’s award winning performance starts here.

“No, I have never considered taking Russian classes here.” He responds turning a page in his book on Esperanto (he thinks it’d be fun) because why take a class for a language he’s already fluent in. He’s bad at lying but he’s GREAT at just not saying the truth.

Andrew doesn’t say anything in response and they continue to sit in silence until Fluent Freshman has to get up and go quietly have a panic attack.

Everyone, except Nicky, all think that Fluent Freshman’s the second coming of Andrew’s general apathy. Bee is proud of Andrew for willingly sitting next to someone in almost complete silence. Andrew says it helps that there’s someone else like him (Bee is confused because Fluent Freshman is known to bring his own brown paper bag to hyper-ventilate into but she says nothing.)

Only Nicky knows the full extent. Fluent Freshman is doing breathing exercises, taking pepto bismol to help his stress related stomach ulcer, and considering using his art gen-ed for theater so that he can commit to this bit better.

Fluent Freshman kind of gets used to Andrew’s quiet company until one day they’re an hour and a half into their usual absolute silence when Fluent Freshman gets up to grab something Andrew looks at him and goes “Hey wanna learn how to use a knife?” And Fluent Freshman stiffens up and straight up faints.

NEXT

[donquixotehomura]

Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader Relaxation

Master List

Pre-established relationship, fluff, Doffy being soft, reader is gender ambiguous, reader taking care of Doffy, reader is very ambiguous actually, I HC then as the same age and having been together since their twenties but this fic doesn't have anything alluding to any of that so you can think about it however you want.

In the heart of Dressrosa, the facade of joy and freedom shown to the Kingdom concealed the intricate planning and power orchestrated by Donquixote Doflamingo, amidst the schemes and planning, you stood by his side, not just as a normal family member but as a partner, as someone who understood the complexities of his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you retreated to the privacy of your shared quarters. The air shifted, shedding the weight of the day's responsibilities. Doflamingo's stern demeanor softened, revealing a vulnerability reserved for you alone, the room became a haven, a sanctuary where the masks of the ruthless pirate and cunning ruler could be set aside.

You approached him, your hands skilled from countless nights of relieving his tension. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room as you worked your magic, massaging away the stresses that clung to his shoulders.

Doflamingo, normally stoic and unyielding, melted into the touch, his guard lowering with each knead of your fingers.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you have a way of making me forget the chaos out there."

You smiled, understanding the weight of his words. The massages weren't just physical relief, they were a ritual of intimacy, a language spoken in the silent moments. As your hands continued their dance, the room echoed with a quiet symphony of shared affection.

When the massages concluded, you both settled into a comforting embrace. The boundaries between family/partners and lovers blurred in the soft glow of the candles. The armor of power and influence that surrounded Doflamingo crumbled, revealing the man who found solace in your arms.

Cuddling close, the world outside vanished, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared warmth. As the night unfolded, your whispered conversations and tender touches became a testament to the love that transcended the intricacies of power and ambition.

In the stillness of the night, Doflamingo, once the puppet master of a grand design, found his sanctuary in the simplicity of your love. The silent retreat to your shared bedroom became a ritual of healing, a reminder that even in the tumultuous seas of the Pirate world and great ambition, there existed an anchor—each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He looks adorable in this gif (it isn't mine and I'm not sure where I got it from, probably from another Doffy fic here)

Tell me what you think, I know this is short but it's a beginning ig, I can't figure out a style for myself yet but I'll get there, apologies if this sucked haha

This is my beginning on the road of fanfics, I always get a ton of ideas and never write them cause I don't really know how to word them well and my anxiety is through the roof 🥲, anyways here we go I hope this is good, I'll try to keep my fangirl heart at bay but I can't with this horrible lovely adorable man (is this my daddy issues? Maybe)

Do I sound too philosophical? Should I go for more causal? Idk my brain is either this or can't even form a sentence (it's either ADHD thing or I'm just stupid haha)

[robinhobiii]

i love boo more | fiancé! b. sk

summery : he’s still your best friend but he’s now your fiancé.

Part I, Part III

Seungkwan knew that he loved her the moment he laid eyes on her. So why was it difficult to tell the love of his life to marry him? He’s confident about most things but right now he was so nervous. He needed to come up with a plan. He deployed his 12 friends for the job. It can’t possibly go bad, right?

He likes to think he knows Y/n the best. He knows her favorite make up brands, and her favorite boba order. Ooh and her love for anything cute. But why can’t he figure out how to do this proposal?!

How will he plan it out?

How does she want it?

Will it be romantic enough?

Will she laugh?

Ugh!!

Seungkwan huffs out before dialing Chan.

“Meet me at our usual spot and tell the others as well. ”

. . .

The “usual spot” was actually Seokmin’s and Soonyoung’s place. The two boys often let all the boys hang out there since they have the biggest apartment amongst all their friends.

“So, what’s got you all twisted?” Chan said as he stuffed his face with fries and cheese burger that Mingyu brought.

“I can’t think of a single good way to propose to y/n.” Seungkwan whined out.

“Why are you stressing? It’ll come naturally kwan-ah. Don’t fret over it.” Joshua said as he sipped his cola.

This caused Seungkwan to glare at him before he said, “You sweated through two shirts before even asking noona to be your wife. I don’t want to hear anything from you.”

Joshua choked a bit before everyone started laughing. “You’re so annoying.” Joshua muttered.

“Anyways, how do you want it to go?” Jun asked genuinely.

“I don’t know yet. I don’t know if I want a fancy restaurant or romantic beach date or late night walk or dinner with-“

“Dinner with friends!” Jeonghan said excitedly.

“Wha..t”

“Look, we’ll have a get together somewhere. Then one of our girlfriends can distract her while we set up. Then boom! You ask her the million dollar question.” Jeonghan finished with a proud smile.

“Hyung. . . That’s a great idea! I should’ve thought of that.” Seungkwan said as he let out a sigh of relief.

Jeonghan put his hand on Seungkwan’s shoulder and said “Don’t worry about anything. You just get the ring and practice your speech to her. It’s okay to be a little nervous because it’s big step. But all your hyungs will be there, so don’t worry.”

“Thanks hyung. I really appreciate all of you guys..”

“Ooh so when he says “don’t worry” it’s fine but when I say it, I’m antagonizing you.” Joshua huffed.

Everyone bursted out laughing and Seungkwan pulled him in for a hug. A little smiled peaked out of Joshua’s lips.

. . .

He was so nervous.

It’s been weeks since their little hangout and he’s prepared so much with them. They rehearsed and rehearsed everything to make sure it was fool proof.

Currently they were at cheol’s beach house and were playing by the beach.

The propose was set to take place during sunset.

Seungkwan felt like his whole body was going to explode from anxiety and excitement.

“Why do you look like you’re about to crap yourself?” Y/n said.

“No I don’t!” Seungkwan said offendedly. He pouted as he looked at her.

“How could you say that to your handsome boyfriend?”

She snorted slightly. “Because it’s true kwannie. I’ve never seen that face before”

“So you concluded that I need to take a crap??!”

She laughed as she gently hit him. He smiled fondly at her before they were interrupted.

“Hate to break you two love birds up, but we’re starting beach volleyball. Boys vs girls” Seungcheol’s wife says.

. . .

They played for a while and the girls ended up winning. The girls cheered as the went to the other side of the beach to collect more shells.

The plan was totally working as all the girls all have y/n distracted.

“Go! Go! Go!” Dokyeom whisper yelled as he finally saw that they were in the clear.

The boys helped set up everything. From the sign, to the beautiful petals that’s covered the floor of the beach towel. Seungkwan was getting nervous again.

“H-hyung, I’m not ready. What if I mess up? What if I embarrass myself? What if she leaves me for being stupid?!”

Seungcheol gripped his shoulder to help ground Seungkwan.

“Look, we’ve already came this far, so don’t back out. She’s your girlfriend and she’s loved you through everything. A little stutter won’t steer her away. Believe in yourself and in her.”

Seungkwan nodded as they all waited patiently for the girls to come back.

. . .

It was currently 7:56 pm and the sun casted a beautiful orange glow to the sky. The girls will be coming back in approximately 5 minutes as Joshua’s wife texted them.

Seungkwan heard her beautiful laugh as they were coming closer. The boys got into place as the girls guide her to the proposal area.

It was beautifully decorated with her favorite flowers and favorite colored balloons.

Jeonghan’s wife guided her to the middle to stand there. Seungkwan stood behind y/n and waited for Jeonghan’s wife to queue y/n.

“Turn around” she says to Y/n.

Y/n turns around around and sees Seungkwan on one knee. She gasps and placed her hands over her mouth in shock.

“My beautiful y/n. You’ve always made me feel so wanted and loved. I love waking up to you and your beautiful presence. When I first met you when we were just teenagers, I knew that you were the one for me. You always lifted me up when I was down.You’ve made me the happiest man just by your smile.No words could ever repay the love and affection you’ve given me. But I can think of four words that can express my love for you.

Will you marry me?”

. . .

She hugged him tightly and repeatedly said yes.

“I will!”

He gave her a kiss as he gently slipped the ring on.

“You’ve truly made me the happiest man on the planet, my love”

[nomatterwhatnomatterwhere]

(Not) A Whole New World .pt2

A.N: part two of this , kinda inspired by all the Great Seven Au ('cause let's be honest, that AU has a lot of interesting things to play with

Part 3

The second time it happened you were 12 years old.

You were 12 and sure you weren't lost at all, yet you found yourself in a familiar forest.

Apparently you were back.

You were excited, so you started running towards where you knew the exit was.

This time you managed to notice that the forest was full of plants useful for potions, not that you knew how to prepare them – Frau Grimhilde would not let you until you understood the theory – but now some details stood out in your eyes that you would have never noticed years before.

Once out of the forest you were convinced it would take little time to find the Trein Mason, but unfortunately you didn't seem to be in the Shaftlands anymore.

You started looking around, looking for something, anything, that would give you an indication, but again, like the first time, it was someone else who found you

“You look more like a lost puppy to me”

The voice came from a handsome man with two-tone hair, one side was black and the other was white; compared to Trein who was elegant but perhaps a little old-fashioned in clothing, this man looked quite fashionable, while retaining a certain elegance – and then that fur coat looked really comfortable.

A little embarrassed, you asked where you were and if you were very far from the Shiftlands

The man replied that you were in the Queendoom of Roses and that you were actually quite far from the Shiftlands.

At the new information you became concerned and the man raised an eyebrow

“ Don't you have a Mirror address, little stray? Because otherwise I will have to report the presence of a lost minor to the authorities”

At those words a feeling of anxiety and relief invaded you at the same time.

You had someone to contact, but you had no idea what the Mirror address was.

So you explained your dilemma to him and following the name you asked him to contact his gaze opened up a bit, but he didn't ask any questions.

Indeed, he told you to follow him and so you did, finding yourself in the study of his house, hoping that his mirror would do what according to the man - Divus Crewel - it was supposed to do. When its surface rippled you recognized the Trein home office, but it was not he who answered the call (?)

"Mr. Trein is not at home Professor Crewel, can report to me or prefer to be contacted"

Not even the time to get the man you automatically greeted to answer

"Hi Stacy"

And for a moment there was absolute silence, but the silence lasted just a moment to be replaced by a

“Drizzy! it's Y/N! She is back !! “ and other incomprehensible screams.

After a few quarrels between who should speak between the two and a few meows from Lucius – to which you answered under Crewel's interested gaze – Drizella asked you why you were in a completely different part of the world, how you came back to this world and much more and you very calmly answered

“As soon as I have the answers myself I will inform you”

You spent a lot of time on the phone with the two sisters who, in addition to updating you on their lives, also told you that they were about to leave, while Trein was busy with school.

They made Crewel make you stay with him

(“As if I could abandon a stray like that”)

If with Trein at the beginning you had to take a lot of courage to interact with him, Crewel didn't have the same aura and moreover

“Is that Ashwagandha? It's the first time I've seen it unprinted"

Crewel asked how you were sure you hadn't got the name of the plant wrong, since it was with others and you, all excited,

“Those are all herbs against stress, I could recognize them with my eyes closed…well, not yet, but Frau Grimilde says that I'm getting better at recognizing plants and that therefore I will soon be able to prepare potions that aren't just for health of my skin. But she doesn't have any Ashwagandha either, it's completely out of season for us at the moment"

And so, a bit like what happened with Trein, albeit with much less difficulty, you approached the magic of this world again, so different, yet so similar to the one you came from.

Crewel was as strict as Trein, but compared to the other man he didn't just compliment you when you were good at something.

( What a self- esteem boost)

You had discovered that Crewel was a colleague of Trein's and that they both worked - Crewel was getting ready to work - at Night Raven College a school full of 'off-leash puppies' according to Crewel.

Divus kept Trein updated on your improvements and Trein informed him about your abilities and your condition in your home world.

For quite a while you had continued to send letters to both Stacy and Drizzy and to Trein, but after a while a strange rectangular thing was sent to you by the two sisters and when you asked about it Crewel explained that it was a cell phone.

The man had left the task of instructing you on how to use that incredible object for you to your acquired sisters, and so you understood that that cell phone was used to communicate remotely with people, but faster than letters - which however you continued to send to Trein – and that there were small digital worlds called “apps” that allowed you to play games or take and share photos, among these, the app they recommended to you the most was 'Magicam' where apparently, in addition to publishing photos and videos it was possible to make "live events" and you could find other people who liked what you were doing and who could become "followers"

(Crewel enjoyed seeing every expression you had every time you discovered something new and ran to him for recognition, you were just a good pup, he thought you needed a little more confidence in yourself)

After a while Crewel started sending you on errands for him around the city, it was mainly about buying materials for his creations, whether it be potions or items for his fashion house – already several times you were was the tester of the new creations, Crewel couldn't let you go out looking like a stray – and during these mini adventures if you happened to see something that interested you, you photographed it and posted it on your Magicam, – you weren't famous, but it couldn't be denied that you still had a good following Not that you paid much attention to it.

It was during one of these errands that you ran into an old acquaintance who had become quite famous in the meantime.

“It was downright rude of you to disappear like that Potato”

Vil still had that critical look of him as he looked at you, but maybe he was right this time; from his point of view you had disappeared for a long time without showing signs of life.

You sent a message to Crewel telling him you'd be a little late and on Vil's advice you went to a little, little frequented cafe, and so Vil became your second… friend (?) – could you call yourself that? – to learn about your unique situation.

He later told you he was there because he was filming a series and would be staying for about a week, made you promise to see you at least one more time and gave you his number so you could stay in touch, at least while you stayed in this world.

Vil still had a bit of a brusque manner, but having grown up - and having dealt with Grimhilde who was even more brusque, despite a certain royalty - you definitely understood that this was, as Jack had said, Vil's way of being friendly.

You asked him if Jack was mad at you and he shook his head, almost annoyed, without deigning an answer

(Jack couldn't be mad at you, according to Vil you were his first crush, not that either of them would let you know)

He asked you if you had Magicam and once he knew your name he started following you and you did the same, shocked by the number of followers she had.

He told you that the number would probably go down a bit as he would put his star life on hold once he started school.

(After Vil's follow your followers also increased, and among them was a certain Cay-Cay who you would contact later)

In addition to the newfound – or perhaps formed was more correct – friendship with Vil, you got to know what you could have defined as your first crush, if you had recognized the signs of a crush

He was a guy older than you, with green hair and particular eyes that you would have defined as almost golden.

You had met him inside his parents' pastry shop - even if you had discovered it much later - where he had offered you a slice of wild berry cake "First time in here" and winked at you from behind his glasses , making you blush and calling that reaction "cute."

Whenever you could get into that cake shop you did, and every time Trey would put up an extra berry muffin for you for free, you didn't talk for a long time, but every conversation with Trey had something interesting.

It wasn't until his friend Che'nya called you both "disgusting" that you exchanged contacts

(Che'nya's messages were definitely spam but very funny to you, because they didn't make any sense at first, but then in some strange way, they acquired it)

Drizzy and Stacy were ecstatic when you talked about your friends, Trein and Crewel a little less.

During your time with Crewel you also learned the history of this world you found yourself in, with particular attention to the traditions of the Queen of Hearts – the fact that the aforementioned had instituted 810 rules amazed you more than it should have –

You got back in touch with Cater, who you'd contacted on Magicam, to let him know you were back indefinitely.

He had left you reading for 10 minutes, before letting you know how worried you made him.

Both Crewel and Trein forbade you to be on the phone with him more than two hours.

The two teachers – father figures – refused to jeopardize your health after the last time you lay sleepless after talking with Cater

Not Under Their Watch

And then, just like the first time, you found yourself opening your eyes to a room that was neither your room in the Trein house nor your room in the Crewel house.

No, this was your makeshift room when you stayed late at Grimilde's, but this time you were sure you hadn't dreamed it all.

You still had your cell phone. It didn't work, right. But it was with you in your world, where you were pretty sure there was no such thing yet.

It took some time before you set foot again in Twisted Wonderland, but in the meantime you became the apprentice of a rather ancient Fae who had heard of you from Grimhilde, who had introduced you to the great magicians of your world.

The Fae, who revealed her name to you after a long time, explained that your magic was some sort of hybrid of gray magic, but no one would want to teach someone who had negative magic in them in your world.

It was a big surprise when, trying to channel some of your magic, your cell phone turned back on and you saw that an unknown number – which you would later discover was Jack – had contacted you, and that Crewel and Stacy and Drizzy had also tried to get in. contact you ( Vil, Cater , Trey and Che'nya had contacted you, but more rarely)

You made your situation known and asked to inform Trein too that you were fine, you explained and told what had happened to you and what you had learned up to that moment.

You also went back to updating your Magicam, where no one seemed to notice that some of the things you posted didn't exist in that world

They say that all good things come in threes and the third time you found yourself in that forest you were 16 and had half an idea of ​​what to expect.

Only that you were stunned when you found yourself in front of a school gates.

"Well, that's kinda new"

[watchfuldeer]

tom, far from being a consistent logan mirror, is a culmination of everything logan loathes and deliberately so.

tom is a sensitive ivy league gen x’er constantly on the verge of tears whose only way of playing with the big boys is by clinging to their coat tails. he’s an efficiencies guy - a professional neurotic. he is not a dealmaker in the cut-throat world of business. he can schmooze, but even then not well. if logan had a dying wish, it would have been ‘not tom’.

the contrasts drawn between lukas matsson, logan’s actual chosen successor, and tom make this obvious. despite being only a year apart in age and an inch apart in height, lukas is shot as this imposing, muscled giant at home atop mountains, his bodily integrity and virility never in doubt for a moment. he has blood to spare, whole blocks of it. tom by comparison is frequently physically humiliated, shown as submissive, diminished and soft despite his broadness, and cuckolded. endlessly worried about his own masculinity, tom’s attempts to play the role of powerful (heterosexual) businessman are undercut by how badly he performs it. when his actual personality asserts itself it is as anxious and homoerotic as lukas’ is cocksure (lol) and confidently homosocial.

this anxiety is evident in the finale, when it almost undoes him completely. when logan kicked someone, it was always a test of the love his children, his partners, and his colleagues had for him. it was manipulation, sometimes even subconscious, to specifically encourage dependency. tom on the other hand does not kick just to see if someone comes back. the person we see this with most is of course greg, whom he kicks when the strain of tom performance gets too much and it bursts out of him towards greg in ways he can’t control. it’s not because greg is an easy target, but rather because he cares about greg so much. afterwards, he is capable of apologising and of trying to make genuine amends. logan is not.

tom and greg’s fight in the finale is a distillation of the problems they have post-logan’s death, typified by a fearful tom not recognising that greg is all in with him and lashing out to pre-empt what he sees as the inevitable loss of greg. by america decides, they’re on better terms, which is likely a result of tom and shiv’s huge public breakdown of communication. greg spots his opportunity and does everything possible to reassure tom, up to and including betraying shiv to kendall, that he’s on board with their partnership. yet as soon as tom is put in a position of great stress and paradoxically ego (blesses shiv and lukas - gets offered the top job) on top of a week of insomnia, he returns to his baser instincts. the lie to greg is to try and prevent the one thing that is unlikely to have happened - a betrayal - and it causes greg to betray him unwittingly.

their fight is tom’s unstoppable fury at himself meeting greg’s immoveable stubbornness. the slap heard around the world is greg at last saying you don’t get to treat me like that, because i’ve done everything for you. greg knows he could hurt tom so, so badly and always chooses not to. the sticker meanwhile is both an apology and the admission of love that greg has been searching for all season. it’s ablution, confession and contrition from tom in one, and greg’s response to it is not simple relief or thankfulness. he will always be able to come back, and tom will always have him back.

tom doesn’t treat people like logan treated people, and i would say he is fundamentally incapable of doing so. this is a distinct weakness in the world he’s in, which he’s only been able to navigate with the help and attention of greg. logan barely tolerated tom’s campiness, his mannerisms, and even his affection, and tom is very far from embodying anything that logan did as a man.

[luwritesomething]

read the thing you wrote abt mickey altieri 🥺🥺 i love that man so much. if i could, i was wondering if i could request something abt him? maybe something where the read has insomnia and he helps them actually sleep <33 only if you want, of course 🫶

Mickey Altieri x Reader: Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby.

Words: 1199

Warnings: mickey is a killer but reader doesn’t know that (however this is not what the fic is about). there are light mentions of anxiety, stress and pills (for headaches), i think there's swearing (bc it's me).

Summary: after a movie night with your boyfriend mickey, you don’t want to go to sleep.

Author's note: thank you so much for requesting, @altierirose!!! mickey will always have my heart, and he’s so fun to write for. i didn’t make this explicitly about insomnia, but reader does have trouble sleeping and that’s what this is about. no hate to dirty dancing, btw!!! (just a bit.) i'm giving you a follow bc there's not much people appreciating our boy... feel free to request whenever !!!! this is my attempt at not using "y/n" anymore.

Criticism is appreciated and request are open (except for the Wednesday fandom)! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea! You can see the character i write for HERE.

Every Friday night was reserved to you and Mickey since you two had started dating, some months after the beginning of your first college year. It had been agreed by the two of you, because you had soon realized that college life was messy, difficult and crowded; and a little bit of bonding time reserved for your relationship sounded like a good idea. Slowly, it escalated from cute little dates in the campus’ cafeteria to coffee shops outside the enclosure, until you two finally retreated to one plan and one plan only — movie night.

Fairly chosen, one week he was the one to choose one of his movies in between his precious collection, worthy of a Film student; and the next one you would choose, sometimes with better or worse criteria, but always having fun. Popcorn, candy and a blanket pulling you close together, his hand either around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist, letting you lean into him. It was a great plan for a Friday night.

This week it was your turn, and you had purposely chosen a movie that would piss off his movie buff extraordinare’s taste; something like Dirty Dancing. Mickey had bitched around for quite a while, not letting you hear the somewhat awful dialogues, but amusing you anyway because even if he could be annoying, Mickey was still funny and charming, in his own way.

The movie ended not too late, to Mickey’s relief, and as soon as the credits rolled in your little TV he jumped out of the bed with the empty bowl of popcorn in his hands, while he roasted the movie like it had personally offended him.

“It just makes no sense.” He said, putting the bowl in the only table you and your roommate had in your shared dorm. Your friend had always been kind and comprehensive enough to allow you to have the dorm whenever Derek, Mickey’s roommate, didn’t want to leave his. Mickey turned to you, still in bed, with a wide grin. “And seriously, Baby? It’s just so unrealistic for someone to spend a whole summer being called Baby by everyone.”

“Mickey, it’s a movie.” You laughed quietly, your head cocking to the side. 

Mickey pointed at you with his index finger. “That’s not an excuse, and you know that.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Whatever.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that sight, and you watched him do so. Mickey looked really handsome when he laughed, as his face filled with joy and beaming happiness — you liked the way he enjoyed himself around you. It was something sweet.

“I’m dead.” Mickey was able to say as soon as he stopped laughing, exhaustion washing over him after a hard week. His body felt sore, you could tell by the way he crawled to your side in bed. His body next to yours, even on top of the sheets and blanket, felt so familiar. A smile was shot your way. “Let’s go to sleep, uh?”

Something inside you crumbled suddenly as soon as you saw him getting inside the bed, without bothering to look if you were doing the same because he thought it was rather obvious. It produced you a feeling close to anxiety, thinking about sleeping while you slid by his side — this week had been hard on both of you, but what had kicked your ass the most wasn’t assignments and classes, like it had happened to him, but sleep. 

A series of all-nighters the last week had thrown you off, and now your sleep schedule was messed up. You had laid in bed every night, eyes closed, waiting for Orpheus to sweep you out of the world and into sleeping, but it hadn’t happened — as much, an hour or two before your alarm went off you would fall slightly asleep, producing you low headaches that you had successfully avoided with a few pills.

“But it’s so early.” You said, and your voice went a little higher like it used to do whenever you lied, catching Mickey’s attention.

His eyes drifted to your alarm clock behind you, head tilted. “You’re not tired?”

“I am.” You sighed, and then you stuttered a bit, before confessing. “But… I haven’t been sleeping well. It’s– It’s silly.”

Mickey’s body language changed instantly. His back straightened, so he could sit up with it against the headboard, body turned to look at you and give you his full attention. His eyes scanned you slightly, making you look away in embarrassment — you were a grown adult, and not wanting to go to sleep without a good reason was childish, you knew. 

“Is this about the murders going on?” Mickey asked quietly, like someone else apart from you could hear him talking about the matter that had been hunting everyone in your circle for the last couple of weeks. Two people had been murdered in the new, based on real events, slasher’s opening night. “Because if it’s that, I can promise you, you have nothing to worry about.”

“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head, to prove your point, then just shrugged. Mickey watched you curiously, carefully. “I think I’m just too stressed. The exams, and all… College life isn’t as good as they paint it and, I don’t know, maybe I can’t take it.”

A beat of silence, then two, before Mickey’s brows furrowed together. “That’s bullshit.” It surprised you enough to not let you speak instantly, giving him time to speak first. “I mean, I understand you being stressed, it’s natural. But if you can’t take it, then no one can.”

“That’s not true.”

“But it is!” He insisted, seriousness written all over his face. You had only seen him this serious once or twice before, when he was passionately defending a horror movie from Randy’s criticism, and when he had asked you out for the first time. “I think you’re taking it all too seriously. You stress too much about every single test and—”

“But it is serious, Mickey.” You interrupted softly, wrapping your arms around your knees for comfort. “I can’t slow down.”

“It shouldn’t take your sleep away.” He retorted. His hand reached out for you, comfortably squeezing once. “You’re doing great. I mean that. But you need to chill.”

Nodding slightly, your gaze fell down and away from him, processing his words. The silence settled between you, but Mickey needed to know what you were thinking — not anymore to have the upperhand, but because he was worried, and if there was something pure in him, that was his love for you. 

His hand left yours to barely graze your chin, lifting your head and gaze up. “Is that all of it?” Mickey asked softly. His eyes shone. “Nothing more on your mind?”

“That’s all.” You muttered, nodding slightly. He gave you a smile.

“Wanna go to sleep now?” 

Once again you nodded, and you two slid inside the bed. He switched off the lights and his arm surrounding your waist and pulling you closer didn’t startle you. Mickey didn’t fall asleep until you did, surrendering yourself to the calm circles Mickey rubbed onto your back and his even breathing close to you.

[pink-bandana-writes]

Stress Relief

Leonardo x Reader

Prompt: Would you mind doing a little one-shot of Leo helping his girlfriend meditate to help with her anxiety and worries?

Notes: Absolutely, bestie! Thank you for the kind words in your request <3 As someone with anxiety, this one hit different. I think I needed to write it, actually.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 0.6k

Reader is: Gender-Neutral

You sat in the lair, fiddling with the fidget toy you’d brought down with you, biting your lip. You’d been having a lot of…loud thoughts lately. Worries that just wouldn’t leave you alone. Your therapist had said once that anxiety was the brain’s protection mechanism, that sometimes, it kept you safe, but other times…

It was too much right now. You just needed your brain to be quiet for a second.

“Hey, are you alright?” Leo asked, waving a hand in front of your face.

You looked up at him, staring at him for a long moment before nodding. “Yeah, uh…just got a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Oh. Um, is there anything I can do to help?”

“Maybe, actually. Um…Leo, you meditate, right?”

“I do.” He nodded, smiling softly as he took the seat beside you. “It helps me focus, calm down my brain when it feels like its racing a mile a minute.”

“That sounds…helpful.” You said quietly, meeting his calm blue eyes.

“It is. We could try it together if you want. If you think it would help, that is.” He offered, taking your hand in his.

“I think that would help, yeah.” You nodded.

Leo led you into the dojo and grabbed a few meditation cushions, setting one out for either of you. He grabbed your favorite blanket and draped it around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“So, I usually listen to some soft music, but I could put on some white noise or brown noise or rain sounds…” Leo listed.

“Brown noise might be nice.”

“Good. And do you want me to light a candle?”

“Sure, what do you have?”

“I think the more accurate question is what don’t I have?” Leo raised an eyebrow, pulling his basket full of candles over to you.

You chuckled softly, looking through the options. “Bath and Body Works, huh?”

“They’ve got good scents.” He shrugged and held up one called stress relief, that smelled like mint and eucalyptus. “This one’s my favorite.”

“It smells really good.” You agreed, inhaling it. “I think that one would be good.”

“Great.” Leo set the candle between you on the floor and lit it before handing you a pair of headphones. “So, try to clear your mind. If you can’t do that, just take deep breaths and count slowly. If your mind starts to wander, don’t resist, just gently remind yourself of the task at hand. Those thoughts will still be there when you’re ready for them.”

“Okay.” You nodded, listening carefully to everything he told you.

“How long do you want to try?”

“Maybe like thirty minutes?”

“Awesome. I’ll put a timer on the sound.” Leo told you, setting things up on his phone and then motioning for you to put your headphones on.

You slipped them on and listened to the soothing, ambient noise. It was like magic, almost. Your brain felt so…quiet. You took deep breaths, as Leo had instructed, and let the tension out of your body, relaxing your shoulders.

When the brown noise finally faded out, you opened your eyes and looked at Leo, feeling a lot better than you had been only thirty minutes before.

“How are you feeling?” Leo asked, blowing out the candle.

“I feel really good, Leo. Thank you.”

“Of course.” He smiled, motioning you over. You crawled across the dojo floor and into his lap. Leo cradled you in his big, strong arms, leaning his cheek against your forehead. “You know, if you need to talk about anything, I’m always here. I don’t want you to have to carry everything on your own.”

“Thank you.” You kissed his cheek. “I really lucked out with you.”

He chuckled. “Really. Because here I was thinking I won the absolute lottery with you.”

You nudged him. “You’re a flirt.”

You could feel him smirk against you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Well, is it working?”

“A little.”

Taglist: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83, @dilucsflame33, @happymoonangel

[booiiee]

Brooklyn Baby

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) × Female Reader

Tags: Fluff, Hyunjae is WHIPPED, They bicker- a LOT, they love each other so much, it's pathetic actually, eventual smut (duh), separate tags and warnings for smut in the smut chapter. MINORS DNI!!

For @un-love 🩷🩷

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Chapter 1

It's summer of 2024 you've just shifted your whole life to Brooklyn New York, a decision that you and your friends and family had to all collectively take, Brooklyn is expensive and people are rude sometimes but for the first time you're building your life

You love your job, not a lot of therapist can say that specially with how taxing the job can be, but you really love your job, you're one of the most loved therapist at Brooklyn's biggest hospital NewYork-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital (yes i googled that) and let's just say you earn enough to have an entire studio apartment to yourself, something that you've come to realize, you love.

Your job is many things but it is not a job where you have a lot of free time, it might even be busier than working at a fashion magazine like your friend Daisy does,some days she is the only reminder of your life back in your home country, and your love for kpop and a certain kpop idol- Lee Jaehyun from The Boyz.

“Miss Rose, the director wants to see you.” your thoughts were interrupted by your assistant Liz- or Elizabeth, informing you of your rather sudden meeting with the director. Now the old Jasmine would absolutely lose it over being called by the director but moving to a place like Brooklyn from India has made you indifferent to these small anxiety triggering things.

To say that you were surprised would be the understatement of the century. The director had assigned you a patient of your busy (lazy) colleague, some VIP, whose case was “of utmost importance” to the hospital, which in itself was making you angry as if one life was worth more than the other. Nonetheless, you were gonna treat this patient like any other patient.

“Hi, Mr. Eric? I am Dr. Rose. I am taking over your case as of today, as informed. Please follow me this way” you introduce yourself to a tall man with freshly dyed brunette hair with a mask. He must be some high profile person given the way he was avoiding the stares from people.

R- You can keep the mask on until you feel comfortable to talk without them, our session can happen without you having to show your face.

E- Oh that is a relief thank you doctor.

R- So tell me Eric, what do you love doing when you are the most stressed and when you have a lot of leisure time?

E- Oh I thought you’d start with asking me my sickness

R- You say sickness like it is a bad thing

E- Is it not?

R- Well being sick is not great but it is not something derogatory.

*No one is born a patient and no one stays a patient till the end*.

*(From Daily dose of Sunshine)

As far as the questions go, if you’d rather me start with discussing your diagnosis, i am happy to do so

E- No its…its okay we can do your method.

I am skipping the actual therapy part because I am neither a licensed therapist nor a psych student to be writing that.

The 3 weeks you were assigned Eric’s case you found that against your better judgment, you guys were becoming almost friends, which is to say was weird in more ways than one. You were his therapist and you did not know what he looked like. You never asked him to take off his mask. He never mentioned why he prefers to wear one. So you decided you’d start and stay away from him in the hospital corridors when you often bump into each other after his session with your colleague.

E- I know we are not supposed to be friends and all that protocol, but you have really helped me in ways i could never explain and i am not the best person when it comes to gifts but i asked my friend j and he suggested this since you like to read- i've seen all those books in your office

Your gasp was audible to not only Eric but a few staff around as he pulled out a blue box. Eric quickly pulled you aside and for the first time, took off his mask.

R- You’re THE Eric?????

E- I mean I dont really say that about myself but i think you know me? Which is even better, so you know that i can afford this and im not robbing a bank for this gift, which also is not the case cause J bought this really-

R- Wait, I WILL not accept that, and give me a minute Wow! okay.

Eric, hi, I love your music and you'd understand when i say how weird this is to know my patient is a member of the group i love

E- aww doc you’re a fan. That makes me wanna be your friend even moore

R- Yeah, we’re gonna…we’ll talk about that later.

Wait, you're Eric from TBZ, so your friend J who often drops you to your session, the one who bought this SUPER EXPENSIVE gift, is J, Jaehyun? As in, Lee Jaehyun?

E- Yup you got that right! The one and only! In Fact he is on his way up, now that you’ve seen me, we can all talk comfortably

R- Oh No… no no, NO.

E- But why? Do you not like Hyunjae? *Gasp* Are you a hyunjae antiii??

R- WHAT???? NO! I could never hate my Hyunjae! not in this lifetime for suree!!!

“Well that’s good to know, Miss Rose”

You could identify that voice in a room full of noisy people, let alone the silence of the corridor, so you had no choice but to tun around and see a curly haired masked man smiling at you. Oh this is not good for your job.

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Chapter 2 will be posted super soon!!

[livfastdieyoung69]

I just got such a scrumptious idea😭

Jeff hardy x reader

Ok so reader is also a high flyer and has about the same amount of concern for themselves as jeff does for himself and they suffer a really bad injury in a 3 way tag team that's with every gender probably with Stephanie, stone cold and hhh and the injury gets taken advantage of and jeff just goes feral

-ANTITHESIS OF BEFORE

(part 3 to No Promises, Simply Threats (p.1) and Little Devil (p.2), can be read alone, might be a lil confusing)

After the constant drama the rest of the week, another match was due on Heat. This time, Lita had been taken out of the match, and substituted for Y/N for obvious dramatic effect reasons. For the first time in what seemed like a while, maybe even the first time ever, wwf fans were actually watching Heat, and it was simply for their match.

5 minutes, a staff member yelled from outside the teams locker room with a knock, catching only Matts attention. Jeff was cutting up a shirt from the merch table into whatever he pleased with no worries in the world, while Y/N paced the room stuck in though, worrying enough for the entire building.

“Five minutes, guys. Guys?” Matt repeated again, finally gaining Jeff's attention. Matt called for Y/N but received no show of hearing him until Jeff gave their bicep a tap. Matt repeated their remaining time once more and let Y/N go back to their pacing before Jeff interrupted them again.

“What’s goin’ on up there, hm?” He asked softly, pulling them in closer by their elbow.

“You know how I get, just nervous.” The reply was quick, a hand coming to rub at their lips hoping to find some sort of relief from the stress. Jeff pulled their hand away from the almost self-deprecating act considering how rough their hand was moving and threaded his own through it.

“Y/N, you’re never like this before a match, not ever this much. I can’t help you if you don’t let me, baby.” Embarrassed under this loving gaze and sweet words, they turned to gaze away from him and knowing their limits, Jeff let them.

“I just- it’s…I..everyones here for us. Everyones waiting for this match, we’re the main event of the night. You guys already made it all the way, I-I haven’t. This is my way in, and if I fuck this up, its over for me, everything I’ve been working for will be over if this doesn’t go perfect.” Y/N spoke fast, clearly still riddled with anxiety though what they spoke was true.

They had been working for the company for quite some time, but not as much as the Hardys or Lita and this whole situation against such huge people in the business truly was what was going to make them a superstar in the industry, not the weak storylines against other newer wrestlers or older ones fading out.

Jeff’s other hand moved to grasp at their elbow in an attempt to grab their attention and put their eyes back onto him, which was successful.

“I know this is big. But you always do great, always. The second you get out there all of that worry goes away, and I know it does, I see it happen every time- and you are perfect. The ring is where you’re supposed to be, and it's where you feel the best. No matter if the people like you or not, don’t let them take that away from you. Please, sweetheart.” His words brought clear solace, the weight on their shoulders drops along with a breath of air leaving their newly working lungs. Noticing they were still struggling Jeff brought them into his arms, Y/N’s nose nudging into his neck, eyes closing in comfort.

“C’mere, for a sec. Breathe, baby.” His hands moved to bring theirs to his side and after, he brought his own to rub up and down their back. A knock rang on the door, this time no words spoken, leaving them with the assumption that it was time. Y/N let out one last breath before leaving Jeff’s arms. Feet bouncing and hands wringing with suspence, the group made their way to the gorilla, and much like last time the others were already out. The arena was loud but louder when their music hit. Louder than when Triple H’s team had, louder as they danced around the ramp and sprayed water out of their mouth. And just had Jeff had predicted, Y/N was put back in the adrenaline rushed environment they thrive off of. The bell rung.

Matt and Stone Cold started first, still a little bit of anger left from the last time they were in the ring- or out, I guess- together. Stone Cold had a bit of an upper hand, but eventually with a tag to Jeff and a poetry in motion they were able to get control, but now Jeff was in. Stone Cold was quick to get a tag when the chance presented itself, slapping whoever was near him which happened to be Stephanie. The young girl gave a sly grin to the man on the floor and went to send a kick to him until Y/N reached through the ropes and slapped at Jeff’s chest quickly making their way into the ring. Stephanie’s smile quickly disappeared and she turned around, tagging her husband even quicker. The Hardy’s quickly shoved their hands through the ropes but Y/N refused to tag them in.

The atmosphere was tense as both superstars glared each other down as they circled the ring, the crowd eerily quiet as they waited in anticipation. The superstars locked arms, Triple H managing to get them under one of his arms before Y/N sent an elbow to his side, bringing them back into their earlier position. Hunter moved forward first again, bringing a punch to Y/N’s stomach causing them to stumble back and putting them into the perfect position to deliver a kick to the chin and letting them bring Hunter into a submission hold before he grabbed onto the rope, and jumped back up with the refs call. The cycle continued, until it didn’t.

Both moved forward, Y/N using their size in advantage compared to the huge man in front of them and slid between his legs quickly kicking at the back of his knees. The move didn’t seem to keep him down for long, but it unfortunately left Y/N on the mat. Noticing the disadvantage, Y/N scurried to make their way up but were too late- Triple H had grabbed their ankle and was twisting it, hard. Secluded in the middle of the ring, listening to the Hardy’s yell at the ref to do something while they tried not to scream at the pain. They tried to move closer to the rope, but it seemed they would never get there with the speed they were moving.

Crack

Y/N let out a yell of agony, their elbows giving out under them but still refused to tap out as black quickly invaded their vision. The bell rang as their unconsciousness quite obviously invaded them, the multiple refs that had made their way out finally pulling Triple H off of Y/N and letting the Hardy’s away from their corner as the EMT’s made their way to the ring.

Regaining consciousness rapidly from the EMT’s touches, Y/N was quick to call out for Jeff, using the last of their adrenaline left to push onto their elbows much to the EMT’s dislikement. They continued to call for Jeff but only his brother came to comfort them, softly pushing them to lay back down.

“Don’t worry about Jeff, N/N. He’s beating the shit out of Hunter so just lay down so we can get you out of here, alright?” Matt practically had to shout his words over the boisterous arena causing Y/N to finally give up on their mission in finding Jeff a grunt leaving their lips at the uncomfortable touches to their probably broken ankle.

One of the technicians tried to tell Y/N what was going on but were unable to keep their attention and instead told Matt as they hauled Y/N out of the ring, Matt refusing to leave their side and helping the other EMT by helping them limp up the ramp before Jeff noticed they were leaving and quickly took their other shoulder from the EMT.

Finally making their way over to where the other doctors were- specifically the ones that toured with WWF, not just the ones that they hired along the way for a day- Y/N sat down in one chair and placed their injured foot on another. Jeff stood next to them, breath heavy from his beating to Triple H finished simply seconds ago while Matt went to find Lita knowing she was definitely worrying somewhere and unable to find them in her panic.

“That didn’t go so good did it?” Y/N spoke with as much fake humor as they could find left in them, trying to bring down the awkwardness of the room. Jeff’s calming hand was quick to leave their shoulder and moved to the side of their head, bringing their face into the side of his lower stomach.

“Well, not for your ankle or that asshole, but from the way they were reactin’ the crowd loved you baby. They loved you.” A sigh of relief, truly more of a sob, left Y/N’s mouth, their nose shoving further into Jeff's hip at the realization, that finally, they had made it.

They had made it, and hadn’t even realized it all thanks to Hunter. Jeff’s hand, though knuckles seeped with blood, his or not, he truly couldn’t tell, still laid gently against the side of their head, his own breath becoming tight at the thought of such a moment being taken away from Y/N.

“We’re gonna get you all taken care of, and then I’m gonna go beat the hell out of that son of a bitch some more.” Jeff’s words were heated with an anger he had obviously been holding.

“I don’t have any objections. S’long as you make sure it's on camera I gotta see that.” Y/N’s words were still muffled into him, a hand that had long since rested on his other hip moving to push him closer, pressing a quick kiss into his stomach, his laughter making it much harder. But his laughter soon left as he remembered just what they were talking about.

“I promise, no matter how much it takes from me, how bad I get hurt, doesn’t matter, I’m gonna make him hurt, a lot more than how much he made you hurt.”

“Well who’s the devil now, hm?”

I kind of hate this but whatever this took me way too long, and its barely even what the request was I’m sorry 😭😭 I didn’t even read this back over I’m so done with it

Sorry for the Heat dis i luv it but apparently no one else did, i really wish they would bring it back I desperately need another form of wwe I’m so bored the rest of the week

[kasienda]

yin and yang, chapter 4, “Adrien somehow made it through the whole day.”

Adrien somehow made it through the whole day. Marinette had never shown up. He had texted her, but she hadn’t responded yet. He tried not to panic.  “Do you think she’s okay?” Adrien asked Tikki.  Tikki smiled warmly. “I’m certain that if she wasn’t, you’d be the first person she would call.”  He let out a sigh of relief. Tikki was right. He normally got pulled from class for a day for all sorts of reasons. There was no reason to freak out.  But he missed her. Her presence had a way of soothing his anxiety if only because she could give him hints through every interaction.  He slipped through the doors of the bakery. Marinette’s mother was at the front and smiled at him brightly. Something in his chest squirmed. Marinette’s parents were so nice.  “Hey sweetie! How was school?”  “It was great!” Adrien assured her with a smile, but Sabine’s smile actually faltered. “Come here, Xīngān.” Adrien stepped around the counter, every muscle locked in tension as his heart pounded in his chest, once again completely uncertain as to what he did wrong. Sabine’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him into a hug. “You don’t have to pretend, you know. Not when you’re at home.” “Pretend?” he echoed. Had Sabine already figured him out? He didn’t think so. She was holding him and referring to him by the sweetest of Mandarin nicknames. She wouldn’t do that if she knew.  “Pretend that you’re okay,” she said, like it was obvious.  Adrien didn’t know what to say. What was she asking him to do? Break down into tears in her arms or whine about his day?  Neither would have been tolerated by his father.  She was stroking his hair, and he finally felt himself melt into her embrace. “I know, m-maman,” he said, trying hard not to stumble over the familial title and failing. After a week, it hadn’t gotten any easier. “I’m just tired.” Sabine nodded. “Well, if you want to take a nap, I’m sure your papa would understand.” “What?” “It’s Wednesday! Did you forget?” “I guess I just lost track of the days. He’s in the back?” Adrien pointed towards the bakery.  Sabine smiled. “As always,” she said. She kissed his forehead. “Have fun, okay?”  Adrien entered the back room of the bakery with only a little trepidation. Sabine has just told him to have fun, so it couldn’t be anything bad, right? Was this an every Wednesday thing that Marinette had forgotten to mention? Or a this Wednesday thing? Marinette didn’t have a calendar telling him where to be and when.  He was rapidly discovering that he didn’t know what to do with himself and all the unstructured time.  Tom’s whole face lit up when Adrien entered. It was surreal. Adrien’s father never looked at him with such open joy.  “There you are, cupcake! How was your day?”  “It was fine,” Adrien said. Tom was in the middle of decorating cookies and there was obviously a spot right next to him, waiting for Marinette to fill.

At some point, I had read an article about people who grow up in abusive dynamics - where a lot of the time they actually have a hard time in healthy relationships because their brain doesn't believe that it's real. They're actually more stressed out because they're waiting for the other shoe to drop at all times and when it doesn't, that just puts them even more on edge. I was trying to capture a little bit of that dynamic in Adrien's interactions with Marinette's parents.

He's always ready for his father to start in on the criticism, he's bracing himself for it at all times. So when he's Marinette with her parents he's still expecting that to happen at some point. That he's going to make a mistake at some point and they'll come down on him hard. This is all exacerbated by the fact that he's trying to pretend to be Marinette at the same time and is nervous about them figuring out that he's not.

Then it's all made just a little bit more stressful by the fact that his own mother is not around, and so just addressing anyone as mom brings all that up for him. And that in some ways, this is what Adrien wishes his family life was like. So he wants it, craves it, but is also terrified of stealing it from Marinette. ... Director's Ask Game if you want me to do another scene/snippet from any of my fics!

Link to the fic if you want to keep reading! Haha!

[theunstuffedpepper]

I realized that I’ve never really documented my L&D experience with any of my boys. Memory fades, but anyone who has gone through it knows that there are some moments and aspects of labor and delivery that you know will stay fresh in your mind for a long, long time.

This will probably get lengthy - fair warning.

For a bit of background, my first and second experiences with labor and delivery were complete opposites in everything except arrival time; both boys arrived in week 38 (38+3 and 38+4, to be specific).

My first involved an induction due to preeclampsia concerns. I was working remotely and got a call from my doctor on Wednesday - I was 38+0 and they told me that due to the protein levels in my urine from my 37-week appointment, they wanted to induce me. That same day. After a bit of freaking out and calling B, we packed up and headed to the hospital. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were spent passing the time, letting things... ripen. My body was NOT ready. By Saturday, though, I was ready for pitocin. I labored for about 6 hours and was still only at 2cm, so I requested an epidural. An hour after the epidural, my doctor came in to tell me that if things hadn't progressed any further, I'd be getting a C-section. She checked me and I was fully dilated +2. Thank god for that epidural. One more hour of pushing and he arrived. The whole experience was off, though. It wasn't a great labor and delivery experience for me, though I was very grateful because it could have been much worse and much harder, but it was only the start of a very, very difficult year of my life. PPD is no joke.

My second was quite the opposite. Again, I was working remotely at home, and I wrote an email to my boss the morning I started going into labor to tell him I thought I'd best hang up my hat. We called my parents to come watch Holden. They arrived to our house by 1pm, we got to the hospital at 2pm, and the baby was born at 4pm. It was wickedly painful - my water broke on the way to the hospital - and to this day, I've never experienced physical pain like that in my life. It progressed FAST and furious and my body told me when it was time to push, even before the doctors did. Two pushes and he was here.

I guess that brings me to my third and final labor/delivery experience. You may already know that we had a false alarm and spent the day at the hospital two days before the baby was actually born, frustratingly being sent home at the end of that day because I was still only 3cm dilated. That was Wednesday. Friday morning, my contractions woke me up at 4am and I knew in my gut that it was Actually Time. I woke B up, we woke up my parents who were already staying at our place that night, and we left. The hour-long drive to the hospital was stressful but we made it. We were admitted at 6am. After vomiting once and laboring for much longer than I wanted without any pain management, I was finally given the epidural around - what was it, 7cm? I think so. It was only about 75% effective, but it was certainly enough to take the edge off and it was a welcome relief. My labors move fast, apparently. The L&D nurse was so incredibly kind and encouraging - telling me I was doing amazing, that my pain tolerance is incredibly high, and that I was cranking out those contractions. When I was fully dilated, the midwife (who also saw me for my false alarm and who I had become very fond of by that point) told me we were ready to go. Let's push this baby out. Four pushes and there he was. He had arrived at 39+2. He looks just like Holden did as a newborn. He's healthy and happy and it's been absolute smooth sailing as far as his health goes, thank goodness. That's all I wanted.

So, with that, the family is feeling very complete. It was a scary thought, but now it's mostly just a welcome one. I won't have to go through the pain, anxiety, and trauma of another pregnancy, labor, and delivery again. That part of the journey is thankfully in the rear view. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't have kids - at that time, I never would have believed you if you told me I'd end up having three. Now, though, I can't imagine not having done it. Life has a way of doing that, I suppose.