#warning:panic attacks

[music-royal01]

Anxious heart

Neteyam x female human!reader

Reader suffers from anxiety because of experiments done to her by the RDA while she was in the womb and when she was young. Reader has an panic attack and Neteyam tries to comfort and help her

Ps reader doesn’t need to wear a mask because of the experiments

TRIGGER WARNING:PANIC ATTACK

The day had started just like any other, simple yet exhausting. Being a human and learning the Metkayina ways wasn’t simple. You couldn’t ride and ilu, no matter how hard you tried you could never spend as much time in the water as the Na’vi kids could. Ao’nung was poking you and taunting you for being short, not having a tail, and being slow in the water

“You’re just a demon like the rest of your people,you should go be where you belong” Ao’nung and his friends laughed.

But what the Metkayina boys had forgotten is that both Neteyam and Lo’ak where there at lesson and could hear them. Neteyam shoved the boy making him fall to the ground

“If I ever hear you talk about her like that again you’ll be worse off than a few scratches from falling” Neteyam hissed at the boys and was about to walk away when Ao’nung pushed him to the ground and punched him, the two boys wrestled around on the ground punching, kicking and then more punching.

At some point while watching the fight your shaky fingers started to tap each other, breathing becoming uneven as you trembled slightly. Kiri took one look at you and immediately knew what was happening. Wrapping her arms around you she looked back and fourth between the fight and you

“NETEYAM YOU CAN WORRY ABOUT HIM LATER Y/N NEEDS YOU”

Neteyam immediately drops Ao’nung and runs over to you. You were sitting on your knees, your trembling figure hunched over with your hands slightly pulling your hair. The tears that rolled down your cheeks broke Neteyam heart

“Hey princess it’s just me. Its gonna be ok baby, you’re going to get through this” Neteyam whisper praises and tries to comfort you. Neteyam succeeds at claiming you down after a few minutes. You just burry yourself into his chest trying to hide yourself from the others. Neteyam didn’t stop you from hiding, he knew you would be embarrassed and try to shield yourself from judge full eyes. So Neteyam picked you up and carried you to the marui

“Are you all right now my love” Neteyam says softly as you lay down on his chest “I’m alright now thank you Nete” he places a kiss on the top of your head. Neteyam began to hum songcords while running his fingers through your hair. his actions make you tired and soon your quietly sleeping on your boyfriend’s chest.

Neteyam enjoyed these moments with you because he knew the second his father found out about what happened he’d be grounded for eternity

[lichoulychou]

"You're safe with me"

Drew thomas x Female! Reader

Movie: The conjuring

Summarization: After your mother *Carolyn's possesion* you had been traumatized and always jumpy thinking bathsheba was still with you so you tell drew about the lately panic attacks and nightmares about the past events that had happened

(WARNING:PANIC ATTACKS, MORBID THOUGHTS, CONFESSIONS, FLUFF, AND KISSES.)

( Not very fluent in english sorry:) )

*One week after possesion*

I dial Drew's number to call him and tell him to pick me up for tomorrow morning. Me and Drew we're college students that had discover each other through mrs. and mr. warren's class. They had help through everything tough going on with our house which Im thankful for. Anyways lets get back to Drew.

I wait for a few minutes until he answered.

"Hello? Who's this?" Drew says quite confused that someone might have mistakenly called him

"Oh Hi drew! I just wanted to talk about how maybe you could pick me up for tomorrow I really have something important to tell you" I say, knowing my heavy feelings for drew it had been hard ever since I started admiring everything about him as he might like my sister.

(TIMESKIP)

I wake up in a scared state as I had another one of my previous nightmares. I stare at the clock to see it was already 5:30 am, I sat up and went to get my clothes ready now, since Me and Drew had class at around 7 in the morning.

I get my flared jeans ready, also with my tight polo,black converse and denim jacket.

(TIMESKIP)

I hear Drew knocking at the door so I grab my stuff and scurry through the door.

"BYE MOM AND DAD LOVE YOU!" I said so they know I was going to leave for school.

"Bye Honey, Stay safe!" My mother yells loud enough for me to hear. I open the door to see Drew standing there and smiling cutely.

"Hi Drew! woke up in the right side of the bed?"

"Yeah" Drew says smiling wider at me. I look at his cheek bones and I've never wanted to pinch someone's cheeks until Drew. I was snapped out of my thought's when I heard Drew say.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He touches my shoulder still opening the door for me.

"Yeah sorry, zoned out for a little bit" I say blushing when Drew touched my shoulder. "Sorry Drew"

"No its fine sweetheart, just get in the car." He says smiling at me. I get in the car and he closes the door for me. My cheeks turn into blood red as I just realised Drew had called me "Sweetheart".

I was looking out of the window so Drew would'nt see how bright red my cheeks had turned. I hear the engines turn on and soon we were on the road going to school.

"Sweetheart.. You called last night told me you wanna tell something? What is it? Everything going fine in the house? Are you fine?" Drew asks concerned as he remember's the past occurence.

"Right.. I just you know after the paranormal stuff, its just that I had been having nightmares and panic attacks about it, you know? I always dream about Mom when she was possesed, her eyes are still glued onto my mind like its a stuck bubble gum on a shoe. The panic attacks occur everytime I see them creeping onto me even if there is nothing anymore." I say ranting to him about the things that had been happening after the past events.

"Well sweetheart, you must have gotten pretty traumatized. Dont worry, the thing isn't gonna do anything to you anymore, I would never let anything get to you. Remember your mother fought this demon off just so she could protect you and your siblings. I know she'll do it again and again for you if she could" He says in a soft tone comforting me, his words had calmed me down from the thoughts of my mother and the demon's that had been around our house before even the events.

"Yeah, thankyou for being here for me Drew. Even if we had just met for a few months before this shit happened. I love you." Just then my eyes widen after I had realised I said those 3 words that I couldn't tell Drew before.

The car stops in the parking lot of he school,a huge screech could be heard. Just then I head Drew say "YOU LOVE ME?" he asks me smiling widely, I nod my head "Yes I love you Drew.." I say in a hushed tone. I felt his arms snake around my shoulder and waist hugging me. His face buried in my neck "Yes Yes Yes" I hear drew muffle in my neck "I love you so much too!" Drew says getting me caught off guard.

"I've always liked you! This past few months ever since we met I've developed such huge feelings for you.. I love you so much" He says confessing to me still muffled in my neck .

I hug him back "I love you so much too! Oh drew.." I hug him tightly like he was gonna disappear in my arms.

Just then I feel his hands cup my hands and he kisses me. Shock coursed through my body, but then I come back and kiss him back. We stayed like that for a while until we ran out of breath's.

We press our foreheads together cupping each other faces.

"I love you so much Drew"

"I love you too darling" He softly presses his lips against mine.

"I love you.." then the bell rung and we ran out of the car holding each other's hand to Mr. & Mrs. Warren's class.

(SORRY THIS WAS SHORT I WAS JUST BORED WHEN I WROTE THIS! T-T)

[thegameoflovemindberries]

little night

fandom:the monkees

Ship: torksmith

rating pg-13

warning:panic attacks

Fluff ,hurt/comfort, out of character

July turned out to be very hot . Don't get wrong, Michael was originally from Texas, which was known for its hot weather, but this July night was nothing compared to any Texas day. The air was dry and hot, and even the wide-open window, from which the soft lapping of the waves could be heard, did not help. The small house on the beach was immersed in silence and it was clear that its inhabitants were asleep. But Michael wasn't sleeping, he was worried. Nesmith's heart was beating at a furious rate, and his eyes were incredibly wet. He couldn't take a breath, his throat felt like it was wrapped in barbed wire. There was no question of any equalization of breathing. But Nesmith tried to be as quiet as possible, because Peter was sleeping on the next bed, as usual with his hand under the pillow. Salty drops burned her cheeks like lava. Mike covered his face with his hands. He tried to stifle a loud sob, but it treacherously burst from the depths of his throat, signaling that the usual Peter opened his eyes and for the first couple of seconds couldn't figure out what had woken him up. But after about five seconds, he saw his friend in this....depressed state. Tork got out of bed carefully and quietly and walked closer to Michael's bed.

"Michael?"

Peter called him by his full name on two occasions: when he was angry and when he was worried. Judging by his intonation, it was the second option. Mike didn't say anything, the words didn't come to mind. It was humiliating to cry in front of someone, even considering the fact that this "someone" was Nesmith's friend and bandmate. Michael really wanted to say something like "it's okay," but he could be so blatantly and obviously lying. Peter seemed to read his mind and asked, barely above a whisper:

"It's not okay, is it?"

Mike nodded, uncertainly and even cowardly, as if afraid that Tork would start laughing at his friend's helplessness. They could laugh at the silly and just fantastically comical situations that haunted them every day. Tork ran the pad of his finger along the guy's cheek, so weightlessly and almost imperceptibly, as if this was not a reality at all.

"Don't leave me, Pete."

Michael whispered it so softly that the aforementioned guy leaned a little closer to hear him. Mike was afraid of being abandoned. This was one of his main fears, although deep down he knew that his friends would not abandon him, as he would them. They had been through too much together to break off their friendship and still cared about each other. And he loved Mickey, loved Davy, and especially loved Peter. He loved his eyes, his hair, his warm smile, and the list could go on for a long time.

"I will never leave you, Mike. Never"

Peter has a pleasant voice, very soothing. This is exactly what Mike needs. But his breathing could not return to normal, and he could not give away all the anxiety.

"This condition will pass"

Mike knew it himself, but hearing these words was still... nice? Peter stroked his head. It worked like an intoxicating caress, from which his breathing slowed down a little.

“inhale and exhale.”

Michael did as he was told, it really helped a little (or was from the hug?) Mike, in a completely childish, stupidly funny manner that was not typical for him, buried his nose in Pete’s neck, he smelled like the forest - some coniferous trees, flowers and freshness. He was like a damn clearing. Peter giggled:

“Mike, I’m ticklish.”

Mike himself did not notice how a smile appeared on his lips, light and almost imperceptible. When Tork began to gently massage the fingers on Nesmith's left hand, he raised an eyebrow in surprise:

"What are you doing? Now I feel kind of ticklish."

Peter continued his occupation. Michael's fingers were so pleasant to the touch and a little chafed from playing the guitar often, but why did Peter feel they were softer than the most expensive silks?

"I read somewhere that this can help calm you down. Does it help?"

The question was followed by a nod, this time much more confident. But Pete, without wasting time, decided to bury his nose in the guy's neck, inhaling the pleasant, incomparable aroma.

"You smell like wood shavings, a new book and... I don't know, the Texas desert."

Mike couldn't help but smile, it sounded strange and sweet. Only his Peter could speak like that.

"I feel better, I feel different"

Tork couldn't help but smile now, he was able to calm his beloved Michael. Mike managed to fall asleep in Peter's arms, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took. He looked completely at ease now. He no longer looked like a scared little puppy in need of a hug. Pete looked at him and slowly tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. Mike stirred in his sleep, without waking up, he subconsciously moved closer to him.

[gamerbearmira]

Not ship

Warning:panic attack,

They have electricity and technology in this au!

The triplets had been left home alone as the others had gone to a wedding. They were talkjgn when they saw mirabel? "Mija why are you here?" Julieta asked. "Huh? Oh the guy used to bully me, I threatened that id throw coffee at him, I'm going to a friends house anyway i just needed some stuff" she got to the door. "Dont trash casita like last time mama I had to clean it" they nodded and mirabel left. They talked for a few more hours before pepa and bruno realised julieta wasn't listening. "Juli?" They looked to see the woman dozing off. "Turn the lights off bruno I'm getting a blanket" pepa whispered. Bruno nodded and the two got up. Pepa smiled seeing the dark room as her sister was layed down on the sofa. Pepa put the blanket over her as she fell asleep. The two kept talking quietly. Soon enough they noticed Julieta stirring and mumbling something, "whats she saying?" Pepa asked. "I im sorry!" They rushed to julieta's side shaking her awake. She shot up as tears started to fall. "Hermana what's wrong? What's wrong?" Julieta didn't reply as she started shaking."Hey, hey juli" pepa said sitting next to her. "Look at me, look at me, bruno go get water" he ran to the kitchen. "Julieta madrigal" julieta looked to her sister instantly. "Breathe ok? In and out"she put her hand tobher chest and took deep breaths. After a while julieta copied and five minutes she calmed down. She was exhausted. Bruno gave her the water. Juliets drank some before putting 9t down "I'm tired pepi" she murmed. "Wanna sit outside?" She asked "no, here" she muttered hugging her sister. "Cmon then, why don't we put TV on?" Pepa asked moving ontk the floor pulling her older sister with her. "Sleep" julieta muttered hugging pepa and snuggling Into her side. Bruno joined. "Night juli" pepa murmed as julieta fell asleep. Pepa and bruno slept a few minutes afterward. Casita put them on the couch and put the blanket over them. Julieta didn't let pepa go as she slept.

The madrigals came home later than expected. It was around midnight. "Mirabels having a sleepover" dolores informed alma as they entered casita. The house pushed her backwards "why do you want us to be quiet?" Alma asked as a bird talked to antonio,"in the living room" he smiled as they entered. "Aaaaw" isabella smiled seeing the triplets passed out. Pepa was in the middle as julieta was on her left hugging her as bruno was on the right with a rat on his shoulder. "Guess it is rather late" alma hummed. "Quiet" pepa muttered then something else that even dolores couldn't make out before rolling over and facing julieta. "Leave them here"

The next day

The triplets woke up, well bruno did. He got up seeing his sisters still asleep. "Morning brunito" alma smiled "hola mamá" he smiled."how did you all end up like that anyway?" Isabela asked as they all sat down. "Julieta passed out a few hours and we noticed she was panicky so we checked and she hsd a panic attack. After we calmed her down she fell asleep against pepa and she didn't let me go"he answered. "So you have a good sleep then?" "Si" he responded as the rat jumped onto his shoulder and he walked out. "Hey mirabel" dolores smiled as the girl entered. She had a long sleeved shirt with trousers on as she wore a scarf. "Whats with the outfit?" Isabela asked. "Nothing!" She said defensively. "Whats that on your neck?"pepa asked tiredly. Thr girl went bright red and covered it with her hand. "Casita" mirabel smiled awkwardly as the house took the scarf. "So, you had a fun night" she went redder is possible before running to her room." Go to sleep mama" dolores whispered to pepa who whined not wanting to. "Pepi...sleep" julieta muttered stirring. Pepa got up. Julieta took the blanket passing out.

So much happened 😭😭 but. At least they're OK. I think. I guess for the most part. Still feel really bad for them though, all of them deserve all the love, especially the triplets <33

[atomicstardust]

“Breathe.”

He’s still falling, he’s trapped and everything is dark-

“Rhodey. Breathe in now.”

A command. Rhodey follows it, sucking in air, breaking out in a coughing fit when his lungs actually get air.

“There we go. Copy me.”

A hand, threading through his, pressing it against a chest. He picks up the scent of hot metal. Tony. The breath out is loud and pointed, and Rhodey follows.

In. Out.

Repeat.

The world comes back together, him sprawled on the floor, half on Tony as he kneels beside him.

They stay, wrapped together. The Compound is deathly silent, a tomb of memories and regrets.

“Wanna talk about it?” Tony’s arm is around him, fingers tapping what Rhodey knows is the first line of JARVIS’ code. Again and again.

It’s been years, but the ache has not dulled for either of them.

That’s why Rhodey is here, lying in front of the War Machine armour. Because the first lesson he’s taught Tony all those years ago, the one his Mama taught him as a black man in a whites country was that you always get back up.

He needs this, needs to get back in the armour.

Needs to protect Tony, because he hadn’t before, he’d failed him again and again. He wasn’t enough.

And Tony has ended up in Siberia, left alone with a broken literal and figurative heart.

“You’re thinking too hard honey bear.” Tony shifted, looking at him with eyes far too old and too broken. “Spill. I thought you weren’t gonna try this without me.”

“I had a nightmare.” Rhodey said. There’s no one here, no one except FRIDAY and Tony. No one to see how goddamn weak he is. “Back at MIT.”

“Fun days huh?” Tony said teasingly, but he doesn’t smile. Knows it’s not anything good.

“I made you a promise.” Rhodey said. His voice rasps. Had he been crying? Tony stiffened, knowing what Rhodey was trying to say like always. But he continued. “I told you I was gonna protect you.”

“You have.” Tony said, and Rhodey shook his head. Shame and loathing wells up, sour and savage.

“Not in any way that really counted.” Rhodey said. “Not when you have to deal with this shit over and over and over and I can’t ever stop it.”

“We’re superheroes, gum drop.” Tony said. There’s no hope in that smile, the last bit of wonder at the idea snuffed out long before Vision had got to him in that bunker. “This is how the world works. It doesn’t stop coming at us just because we want it to.”

“I don’t care about the world.” Rhodey said. Half truth, half lie. “Why is it that every time someone takes a hit, it’s you?”

“I don’t think it was just me this time sour patch.” Tony said, tracing a finger on Rhodey’s knee. Not that he could feel it.

“I don’t regret this.” Rhodey said wearily. “I told you. This...this is nothing but a punch that knocked me flat. I just...” A glance up. The armour stood waiting, softly glowing internally. He hadn’t even made it in. “I should be stronger than this.” He can see Tony begin to frown. “I can walk again, I can fly again. And I can’t...I can’t get in.”

“You won’t fall again.” Tony’s promise is solid, and Rhodey knows. He worked on the specs with Tony, knows all the parachutes, the backup reactor nodes hidden under the plating. The armour is better suited up to withstand an apocalypse now. Theres no way he could be trapped either, even without the flight suit that Rhodey had made on top of the upgrades.

Yet he couldn’t get in.

“I’ve fallen so many times before.” Rhodey murmured.

“You don’t need the suit to be a hero.” Tony said, and Rhodey choked on a laugh. How many times had Rhodey said that to him, after the nightmares, after Tony’s insecurity. “And you...honey bear, I know you. This is just another thing that tripped you. You’re gonna get back up, and we’re gonna work a way around this.”

The world wasn’t fair. It hadn’t been when Rhodey grew up, hadn’t been when he’d realized that people saw skin color first. It hadn’t been when he’d learned that sometimes the other person punched harder. Hadn’t been when he’d joined as a soldier and watched people die in front of him over and over again. Hadn’t been when Carol had disappeared into nowhere, when Tony had disappeared into the desert, when he’d disappeared into a portal when Happy and Pepper nearly died at a madman’s whims.

But when you get knocked down.

You get back up.

Breathe In. Breathe out.

“I was thinking we should look into nanobots.”

Tony’s smile is exhausted and weak, but it’s genuine.

“Let’s do it.”

One inch at a time.

[kaisooficrec]

by my side

Author: verseau

Genre: Slice of Life AU, Parents AU, Domestic AU, Romance, Slight Fluff, Slight Angst

Rating: R

Warnings: Mentions of crime, panic attack

Length: Oneshot (3k)

Summary: Sometimes he forgets that Jaesung isn’t his son, too, and it hurts when Jaesung slips and calls him appa first thing in the morning, sleepy and clingy. He sees how it hurts Kyungsoo as well, how he turns away when Jaesung reaches for Jongin first.

Admin Macaroon’s Notes: i almost never read parents/domestic aus but i absolutely loved this! it’s really touching and quite realistic. enjoy and don’t forget to leave kudos/comments <3

Admin J’s Notes: angst domestic/family au are great but this makes me very emo as well sob sob so beautiful~

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

stop!

summary: Can you do a imagine when you have the time about Andy Barber and a teen reader Where the teen!reader is used to having panic attacks and anxiety,she is the question room with Jacob (and her brother) and she gets nervous,that leads to her having a full on panic attack,Jacob calls for Andy,Andy tries to comforts her Thanks 😊😊😊

warning:panic attack,anxiety

pairing:andy barber x teen!reader

a/n:if i write for people younger than 18 it just fluff,slight smut,and/or angst nothing crazy.

“did your brother kill ryan?” the detective across from you asked you,with a serious face.your heart was racing,you have very bad anxiety. you didn’t know how to control it sometime.

the fact that the detective was asking you question that you didn’t know how to answer. you know jacob didn’t kill anyone,he promise you he wouldn’t turn out like that and you believe. jacob sat next to you. he was holding your hand under the table try to keep you calm.

“do you know,what happen to ryan.”you shook your head.”n-”. “was it jacob.” “n-.” he didn’t let you finish. your breathing started picking up.

“stop!” jacob said beside you. “your scaring her.”the detective got up and toward over both of you. “why are you scared,are scared because you know he did it. huh is that what it is.” your hands started shaking under the table. jacob told you to loo at him,but you couldn’t. “tell us the truth,did he do it or not.”

you couldn’t take it anymore.tears started flowing down your face.your heart was beating fast. you backed your self into the corner. you crouched down and wrapped your arms around your knees. you could hear jacob telling them to open the doors so your dad,andy can come in.

a few seconds later andy walked in the door,more like ran. “hey,hey just breath sweetheart,it okay.” he crouched down in front of you, wiping your eye. “i don’t know what they want from me.” 

“i know, you don’t have to give them a answer. let go get some fresh air.” he helped you up,making your way to the door you were stopped by the detective. “we aren’t done here. andy shook his head. “no we are,since you can’t respect my kid and there health,you don’t get to ask them question. jacob didn’t kill anyone,your not going to get anything out of her so deal with it.”andy pulled you and jacob out of the room. “let go home.”

i fell like this is kinda bad but what ever

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Look At Me

This is part 4 of Rocky Start. This is also fic 20 of my 365 Fics Challange

Fic Summary: Alva has to clean Thor’s room.

Thor Odinson x OC Alva

Warning:Panic attack, mentions of sexual assault. I think that’s it.

Taglist: Let me know if you want me to add you: @oplunket16​

Part 1  Part 3  

The next day I had to help Hilda again. This time I would take over cleaning a few of the rooms for her while she once again helped Loki.

It was mainly guest bedchambers or other things like that. I didn't mind it until I got to Thor’s room.

I felt my heart drop as I stared up at the large wooden doors. The feelings of the last time I was here rushing back. I was so excited just to get a glimpse into Thor’s room, now I felt dread of even being in front of it.

I take a deep breath and start to knock until I remember that I saw Thor out in the training yard less than an hour ago he would most likely still be there.

Swallowing down my worry that just popped right back up I push the heavy door open. I let out a grunt at the weight of it wondering how in the world Thor did this everyday then I remember he was huge and a god.

I take a breath seeing that I was indeed alone. There was no one in the large bedchamber except me.

I pushed the door back closed feeling weird with it open and set to work.

The room was messy as expected Thor w known for entertaining woman often. I took extra time on everything not wanting to make it to the bed. I couldn’t even look at it without tensing up.

I was cleaning off the desk in the corner that didn’t seem to get much use. Papers littered over it. I didn’t organize it not wanting to mess anything up. I just dusted the wood and went to the next task, saving the bed for last.

I could feel my heart sped up as I walked closer to it. Memories of that night filling my mind. Clenching my fist I start small by moving his pillows off. My heart pounds into my ribs as start to pull the furs off.

Knowing all I have to do it remake it I do it one at a time letting myself take a break in between. As I kept going I felt myself breathe better. It becoming more a routine of all the other beds I made today.

I was adding the last fur with I hit the ax over the bed making it fall, it causing me to jump as it fell down and bounced on the bed.

“By the gods…” I say holding my chest my heart once again racing.

I bite my lip knowing I’m going to have to fix it, which meant I would have to get on the bed to do so. Something I have been working very hard to do so.

Swallowing I clenched my fist and close my eyes.

‘Just don’t think about it. Think about puppies.’ I think to myself as I opened my eyes.

Thinking about the litter of pups my neighbors dog just had I put my knee on the edge of the bed. My heart pounds and my mouth gets dry as I place the other one next to it.

Picking up the ax I almost fall over at the weight of it. It keeps my mind busy trying to focus on lifting it up as I place it back where it was. Only for it to fall again the shelf holding it broken. I let out a sound as it hits my eyebrow on the way down.

“What are you doing?” Asks a deep voice making me jump.

I spin around to see Thor standing next to the door.

“I! It fell!.” I say frozen in place.

“It fell?” He asked setting Mjölnir down as he passed the table.

I only nod as panic starts to set in. He most likely thought I was trying to steal it. My whole body tensed as he walks closer to me. I drop my gaze as he looks at the shelf.

“It’s broken, that’s why it fell.” He states but I still feel the need to nod.

“I’ll have someone fix it. You are free to go.”

I again nod and somehow find the will to move. I jump when he grabs my arm.

“Wait.” He says his voice making me jump again.

“You are injured let me look at it.” He says his large hand coming closer to my face.

I expect it to feel threatening but I’m surprised when his touch is gentle and kind.

“It needs to be binded.” He says as I feel the blood starts to run down my temple.

“I will go to-.”

“I have bindings here.” He says pulling away from me.

When he does I feel the energy leave me.

I drop down my butt resting between my feet, my head down.

“You have to look up.” Thor says as he joins me on the bed.

I get a since like I've done this before but I know what it is. Being in this room on this bed, with him next to me was making me start to panic. I felt my breathing stop and my body start to sweat. My head along with my heart starts to pound.

‘Alva, can you hear me?” Thor asks but he sounds far away.

All I can smell is ale and rouch hands on me. My father coming to mind the sting of him hitting me replying in my mind.

I feel Thor grab me, his hands wrapping around my shoulders turning me towards him. He shakes me but all I could hear was the pounding of my racing heart.

“Look at me!” He commands power in his voice.

I do. My eyes snapped up to meet his and I look at him. I take a deep breath as I make out the details of his eyes. Like the sky and the ounce missed together. No it was more than that it was electric. A fearchness in them like lightning.

As I looked at him I saw more featchers of him. His light hair, strong jaw, soft lips. It pulling me back to myself, back to where I was. I was in Thor’s room, on his bed with him beside me, his hands on my face as tears ran down my cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” He asks softly, worry showing on his forehead.

“I don’t know, memories.” I say having no other answer.

I watch his face light up with realisation.

“I’m sorry you must hate being here.” He says moving a few feet away from me his hands falling away from me.

“Hate me touching you.”

“It’s okay.” I say honestly feeling like it was.

I felt a bit better for some reason.

“Thank you.” I say him looking at me.

I meet his eyes again this time not looking away wanting to see the power in them. It somehow makes me feel stronger.

“For what?”

“Trying to help me. I can tend to my own wound.” I say looking at the bindings, and holding my hand.

“Let me do it. I would feel better if you did.” He says surprising me with his soft request.

I nod as my answer him moving a bit closer to me but just enough where he could clean and wrap the gash on my head.

“Thank you.” I say once he’s finished.

“It is I who could be thanking you.” He says smiling.

“Why?” I ask a but confused.

“You are looking at me. I feel like you have forgiven me now.” He says grinning his eyes bright.

I blush realizing that he was right I have been looking at him this whole time. Not just looking at him but looking him in the eye.

I guess I really have forgiven him.

“I should go.” I say standing up to collect my things.

“You are welcome to return any time you like.” He says standing up.

His height towering over me. I smile and nod as I head to the door.

‘How can someone that seems so kind almost do what he did?’ I think to myself as I start to pull the door open.

I stop when I think it another question coming to mind.

“Why did you stop?” I ask looking back at him

He looks at me confusion on his face.

“That night, why did you stop. You didn’t have to I’m a slave you could have killed me if you want.”

“You said my name. The way yo9u called out to me made me pause. When I saw your face, saw your tears I understood what I was about to do.”

For some reason a smile falls on my face it soft but there.

“Peace be with Thor.” I say surprising myself by how smoothly his name rolled off my tongue like I have said it a thousand times.

“You as well Lady Alva.” He says smiling at me.

I return it and leave to go back to my duties.

[kaisooficrec]

kaisoo inventory [Submission]

Author: d_jinn

Genre: romance, slice of life, more to come

Rating: G

Length: collection

Kinks/Warnings: panic attack, self harm

Summary: random drabbles & oneshots featuring kim jongin and do kyungsoo 

Note: this story contains multiple oneshots and drabbles

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