#where i cant actually focus on starting any tasks because i could be interrupted at Any Moment for AnyThing.

[ghostzzy]

like truly even when i’m the most well-medicated i’ve ever been, work popping in at random intervals throughout the day with a variety of ‘urgent’ tasks or ‘corrections’ with minimal instruction or unclear intent and a rude tone uhhh Really does a number on me

[lunarmessenger]

hi!! i wonder if i could request a one shot angst with saeyoung. so mc have a huge anxiety and she always closed up everything even after she's with saeyoung. one day when saeyoung snapped at her out of stress, she end up missing for like around two weeks without any traces even saeran cant help saeyoung to find her

after searching for the whole times they end up finding out that mc got in accident and still in the hospital because her injuries was so bad and actually someone from rfa (u can choose who) try to hide this from saeyoung because mc told them everything

i know its quite hard im sorry 😭

ohohohoho anon you give me too much power for requesting an angsty prompt. i hope you enjoy, thank you so much for this request! I will have to split it into quite a few parts because otherwise...it’ll be much too long haha ^^;; - luna xx

p.s. sorry requests are taking so long!! the holidays have been insane, but i promise after christmas and new years i’ll go back to posting regularly!

warnings: graphic depictions of major injuries, mentions of hospitals, and mentions of mental illness.

word count: 1.9k

(pt. 2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4)

Hard Regrets (Pt. 1) - 707 x MC

Her nimble fingers switched on the heater as a cold chill ran through the house, hands reaching up to the small blanket she’d thrown over her shoulders. The soft patters of rain thumped against the roof of the apartment, the only sound competing with the rain being the soft clicks coming from Saeyoung’s computer and the flicker of paper as Saeran read through one of his many books.

She smiled fondly as Saeran’s eyes danced across each page, filling his mind with the story as he burrowed deeper into the couch. That smile faded as her eyes slowly switched to his brother, her boyfriend, the man hunched roughly over his desk as he typed furiously. Empty cans of soda and crinkled bags of honey buddha chips littered both his desk and his floor, causing her to sigh as she walked over to help clean up.

This project had ended up being one of his longer ones, tomorrow making it about two months since he was assigned the task by Jumin. She was used to seeing Jumin overwork Jaehee, but now that it was affecting Saeyoung the way it was...it made her anxious. Of course his exhaustion worried her, but he became much more irritable when he became fixated on an important project.

Within the past month he’d grown incredibly distant so that he wouldn’t have any sort of distractions, and that meant that she didn’t get to spend time with him as often as she wanted to. The last time she’d reached out to him he had glared at her, telling her that while yes, he loves you, he needed to finish this project.

“No distractions, MC.” She whispered softly under her breath, a reminder he himself had given her the last time she interrupted. All she’d wanted from him was a hug. She slowly approached, bare feet softly tapping against the wooden floors as she made her way over. She was a couple of feet away from him, stopping as she hesitated. Maybe coming up with some sort of excuse would help guide him away from his computer? It wouldn’t be seen as a distraction since it wasn’t selfish; more like a welfare check?

“Are you boys up for some tea?” Saeyoung didn’t move an inch, mumbling a rough no as he continued to type and click across the screen. She visibly deflated, the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep growing heavier from his rejection. He hadn’t even been sleeping in their bed lately; he would sleep right there, on that god damned desk of his. She was snapped out of her rejection at the sound of the couch cushions moving; Saeran gave a small smile as he book marked his page, placing the book on the coffee table as he stood.

“I would love some, MC. In fact, I’ll help you make it. Come on...” The soft tone of his voice was a nice contrast in comparison to the rough rudeness of Saeyoung, the weight on her chest slightly lifting as she walked with him into the kitchen. Saeran grabbed the tea leaves while MC weakly grabbed three glass mugs; despite Saeyoung saying he didn’t want any. She readied the kettle, pressing the on button and watching as the blue light illuminated the dim kitchen and the water slowly started to come to a boil.

“MC...I’m sorry that Saeyoung is...the way he is.” The sudden apology from Saeran made her eyes widen as she turned to look at him, parts of her long hair falling into her face as she cleared her throat.

“What? Oh, no I mean...I guess...” She tried to think of an excuse for him, tried to come up with reasons on why it didn’t bother her that he got so invested that he not only forgot about her and Saeran, but forgot to take care of himself. Her eyes grew hot with tears for a split second as she shook her head.

“I just, I don’t know what to do. I can’t be honest with him about anything, because the last time I tried he...” She started to visibly shake, the only thing keeping her together being the sudden tap of the kettle signaling the water was ready. When she’d interrupted him before he almost flipped the chair because he was so angry; her distraction had caused him to mistype due to ruining his focus; according to him.

The only people who knew how he was making her feel was Saeran and Zen; the thought of the two men’s kindness towards her when Saeyoung was the way he was when he was writing made a soft smile grace her exhausted face once again. Though she hated to admit it, sometimes she wondered why she had not moved on to either Saeran or Zen. Both men would treat her the way she deserved, and she knew that, really she did.

But Saeyoung...she just loved him so much.

The way he was when they first met; how he had tried so hard to push her away and he just couldn’t. Because he didn’t want to. She didn’t want him to either, and she stayed because she knew that he loved her. Something in him changed, she can’t really remember when it happened; it just did. When he got a new project it was like MC didn’t exist; and he acted like he didn’t treat her that way when it was finished. No matter how much she hated it, no matter how much it made her cry; she just couldn’t leave.

All because she loved him.

“MC...? Should we take these to the couch? Maybe I can read you a couple of chapters?” She was snapped back to attention by Saeran, giving a slight nod as he took two mugs and she carried the last one. The sweet smell of honey and chamomile filled her nose as she slowly walked over to Saeyoung’s desk, his body still in the same position she had left him.

“Saeyoung...” Her voice was soft as she tried not to startle him, her anxiety slowly building with the tension as Saeran noticed what she was doing.

“Wait, MC; maybe we should just leave the tea over here?” She paused furrowing her brows as she tilted her head and slightly turned towards him.

“Then how is he supposed to know we at least made him a cup?”

“MC—” She turned back around to continue walking when her foot caught on one of the empty cans, causing her to lose her balance as she let out a gasp.

“MC!” She tried to redirect the cup as it flew out of her hands, the hot tea splattering all over Saeyoung’s desk and computer. Her heart sank in her stomach as Saeran was instantly at her side, Saeyoung leaping from the hot temperature and the sparks that flew around his desktop as he yelled.

“Are you...are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?!” His voice boomed throughout the apartment as he turned towards her, golden eyes filled with rage as he loomed over her. He was so angry that he hadn’t realized her hand was red from being burned; she’d managed to get most of the tea spilt on her in an attempt to salvage his tea. 

“Oh, MC...oh God you’re burned; we need to get you to a hospital.” Saeran helped her up but Saeyoung was quick to push them apart, getting in her face as he pointed at his desktop.

“Do you know how long it took me to figure that out, MC?! You’re so fucking lucky that I had a back up running at the same time because I swear to God...” His voice was low, teeth clenched and nose scrunched as he angrily glared at her. Saeran grabbed him by the hood, yanking him away from MC as she shook from his outburst. He has never physically grabbed her and yelled at her the way he just did.

She watched as the two brothers went head to head, noses almost touching as they screamed back and forth. It became too much for her as she got up, trying not to catch their attention as she slid on her shoes and slowly opened the door. The rain had started to come down harder, the wind howling as her loose bun instantly came undone and wildly blew her hair around her face.

She almost, almost second guessed her decision until the sound of glass breaking caught her attention, the mug of tea that was supposed to be hers now smashed in pieces by one of the walls. Saeyoung’s chest was heaving while Saeran got up from a squatted position; almost as if he’d dodged whatever Saeyoung threw.

 Those pieces mirrored her heart; that mug was one that Saeyoung had bought her when they had first started going out. A picture of a cat had been printed on it, the cat making a winking face as the phrase I meow you! cradled the toon cat. It was one of her many prized possessions, and he had smashed it like it meant nothing to him.

That finalized her decision.

“What, Saeran? Stay out of this!”

“Are you so damn selfish that you haven’t realized that your girlfriend has burned half of her body to try and save your desktop? We need to get her to a hospital! Now!” He quickly turned to where she was squatting down by the wall, pausing when he realized that she wasn’t there anymore.

“MC...?” Saeran’s brows furrowed as he walked down the hall, leaving Saeyoung to cool off as he looked back towards his computer. The monitor screens were black as the tea slowly seeped into his keyboard and monitors. The more anger that left his body the more he’d realized what he’d done, his body slowly going into shock as he stared at the broken mug on the ground. The pink heart was in pieces, the larger part covered in brown tea as Saeran’s voice slowly became white noise in the background.

What had he done?

This entire time he’d been an absolute shit to his girlfriend; the one person who had supported him from day one. He slowly shuffled over to the broken pieces, socks growing wet from the spilled tea as he picked up the pieces.

“What have I done...?”

“Saeyoung! Saeyoung she’s gone!” He slowly blinked, not even bothering to adjust his glasses and messy red hair in tussles as he put down the glass and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What?”

“She’s gone! Her phone is on the coffee table, and she didn’t take her bag! Saeyoung we have to find her; there’s a storm outside and she’s by herself!” Saeran was rushing to put on his coat and grab an umbrella, his boots clunking against the floors as he grabbed Saeyoung’s shoulders.

“Saeyoung, if you love her, you need to get off your ass now and help me find her. Now!” He slapped his dumbfounded brother, forcing him on to his feet and throwing a coat at him as he grabbed one of the many car keys hanging from the key shelf. Reality sank in as he threw on his sneakers, grabbing a beanie from the coat rack and tossing it on. He felt his stomach churn as his hand brushed against her coat and scarf, grabbing the scarf she always wore and wrapping it around his neck.

We have to find her, we have to find her.

I have to find her.

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part Four

Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: Tony gives you a gift and you help Peter get a date

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (friendship)

Word Count: 2461

A/N: for the purposes of this story Stark Enterprise is set out like an office building in New York and the story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Reader does not know Peter is SpiderMan. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Three | Masterlist

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Over the next week your days at work are mostly taken up with organising the upcoming charity fundraiser ball Tony was hosting. Tony had also asked you to paint something that could be sold in the auction during the ball. You were glad to be so busy, keeping your mind active was the only thing stopping you spiralling. Even though Tony promised you would be safe you still couldn’t help but be anxious after your meeting with the Professor in the coffee shop. Something about the way he looked at you, and the way he said ‘see you again’, it just didn’t sit right with you and you had started to have nightmares that kept you awake at night. But you couldn’t let Tony know anything was wrong. You didn’t want him to think you couldnt handle your new job, or that you didn’t trust his promise. 

Tony hadn’t sent you back to the cafe since, instead Happy was the one collecting your coffee orders. Happy had also been given the task of driving you around everywhere since that day too. 

The day before the fundraiser you get ready for work and mentally plan the day ahead. You were tired from yet another restless night but you knew you still had a lot to get prepared before tomorrow. You're too busy to be tired. 

You leave the house and get into the car that is waiting outside for you. 

“morning Happy” you say strapping your seatbelt across you. 

“good morning miss Y/L/N” he looks at you through the mirror “did you have a late one last night?”

“huh?” You ask, meeting his gaze in the mirror. 

“you look a bit tired” 

“gee thanks” you say sarcastically “I just, you know.. was awake a lot thinking about everything thats left to do for this fundraiser. Its hard to switch off from work mode sometimes”

“hmm” he replies, not entirely convinced by your words. He turns his attention to the road and starts driving. 

You pull up outside the Stark Enterprise building and Happy goes to get out of the car to walk you in. 

“oh, Happy you don't really need to escort me in do you? The doors only a few feet away, I’m sure I can manage on my own” you look at him pleadingly and he looks conflicted. 

As much as you appreciated Tony putting these safety measures in place so you felt safer, you found it embarrassing that Happy had to walk with you from the car to the door. Like a child being walked into school by a parent. 

After a moment he looks turns to look at you. 

“Fine. But I’ll be watching from here and if Tony asks, I walked you in. Deal?”

“Deal” you nod “thanks Happy!” you say jumping out the car quickly before he can change his mind. 

Happy watches you walk into the building before driving off to park the car. 

Once inside the building you head towards the stairs to get up to the office but get a text through from Tony. 

“meet me in the lab -T” 

You’ve never actually been to the lab since you started working for the company so you were kinda excited to finally get to see it. You make your way down the stairs to the basement where the lab is located and find Tony working at one of the tables. 

“morning Tony” you say cheerfully as you walk up to see what he’s doing. He spins around and gives you a big smile.

“ah y/n perfect timing as always, I have something for you. Hold out your hand” 

You look at him confused smile but do what he says. He takes your hand and flips it around so its facing down, then places a watch on your wrist and tightens the strap. You look at it with fascination. 

“so, it’s your standard smart watch. Kinda like an apple watch but better because, you know, I made it” 

“of course” you giggle at him.

“you’ll receive messages, calls, appointment reminders etc, all the boring stuff, but the most important thing is this” he gently pulls your wrist towards him slightly so he can operate the watch. He swipes the screen and points to a button that looks like a little alarm bell “this button is here for you to use if you're ever in a situation where you don't feel safe” 

You look up at him and he meets your eyes. 

“now this isn’t me saying that you're going to be in any unsafe situations and hopefully you’ll never need to use this button but it’s there, just in case. Give it a go.”

You press the little button and instantly his watch on his wrist lights up and makes a sound. He presses something on his watch screen and the noise stops. 

“you press that and my watch alerts me that you need help and gives me your location. I will be with you in a mater of minutes. No matter where I am, what time of day.. I will drop everything and get straight to you.”

You feel your eyes well up. You're so touched by the effort Tony has put into making you feel safe and part of you does already feel calmer. 

“thank you” you whisper and he notices the tears in your eyes. He pulls you in to a tight comforting hug. The two of you stay stood in the middle of the empty lab for a few moments your arms wrapped around each other. The calm before the storm.

You’re interrupted suddenly by the sound of Happy running through the door.

“my watch alarm just went off…” he says frantically and out of breath before noticing you two. You pull away from each other and look at him in surprise. You feel like your cheeks are burning red from blushing “…but I can see everyones fine in here so, I’ll just… uh.. yeah” he turns and quickly walks out the room. You cant help but feel slightly embarrassed but Tony doesn’t seem bothered. He turns to you and smiles.

“the watch will also alert Happy-“

“yeah I guessed that” you laugh. 

— — — — 

The rest of the morning is spent preparing the last few things for tomorrow’s fundraiser. On your lunch break you go down to meet Peter and the two of you walk to the coffee shop together. It felt strange to be able to actually leave the building without Happy escorting you but felt safe knowing that with your new watch you could have him or Tony with you in minutes. Plus you had Peter with you, not that you thought he would be much use in a fight. You reached the coffee shop and you notice Peter stop to check his reflection in the door window before entering. He definitely liked MJ. 

“y/n! You're alive!” MJ shouts happily as you walk through the door. 

“Can’t get rid of me that easy” you reply laughing as you walk up to the counter.

“Does this mean you’ll be back on coffee duty again instead of the grumpy guy with the ironic name?” She asks

“Who? Happy?” Peter asks and MJ turns her attention to him

“Oh hey Parker, didn’t see you there” she smiles at him which makes Peter blush and he starts stuttering. You decide to put him out of his misery and interrupt him to order your lunch. You pay and MJ says she’ll bring it over to you when it’s ready. You and Peter take a seat at a table over by the window. 

“Thanks for paying for lunch” Peter says, glancing over at MJ.

“No problem. So, do you know who you’re bringing as your plus one to the fundraiser tomorrow?” You ask and Peter looks at you embarrassed. 

“I don’t know, probably no one” he shrugs 

“What? No! Come one, you gotta bring someone”

“Well I thought about asking Ned but then I thought he’s just gonna geek out as soon as he sees Mr Stark”

“Hmm, yeah maybe not Ned” you shake your head 

“And I’d ask Aunt May but I don’t really want to spend the evening watching her and Mr Stark gross flirting”

Peter pulls a face and you laugh, hiding the fact that you also would not like to see that. Thinking about it made you feel weirdly jealous. Were you getting feelings for Tony?

You notice Peter look over to the counter again. You know who he really wants to ask, he just needs a push. 

“Why don’t you ask MJ?” You say casually and Peter looks at you, eyes wide. 

“Why would you say that?” He gets flustered. 

“Dude, it’s so obvious you like her. And I think she likes you back...” You pause before making quote marks with your hands “Parker” 

“That’s my name!” He protests.

“That’s her giving you a nickname, trust me. Look, just ask her! What have you got to lose?” You say as MJ heads towards you carrying a tray of food “now is your chance”

Peter looks like a deer in headlights as MJ places the food down on your table and you thank her. She smiles and looks to Peter who is just staring at her with wide eyes. 

“Uh, is he okay?” She asks you

“He’s fine. He’s just thinking about the fact that he’s got no one to take to this fundraiser party thing we’ve got after work tomorrow..” you say looking at Peter, trying to give him an opportunity but he remains silent. 

“Oh a party? Sounds cool” she says. Peter still says nothing. 

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a good night. Isn’t it Peter?” You’re desperately trying to get him to join in the conversation but he’s frozen. You all hang around in silence for a moment before MJ breaks it. 

“Well I’ll leave you to your lunch. Hope you find someone Parker” she says, turning around and walking back toward the counter. You kick Peter under the table and suddenly he snaps out of it. 

“MJ?” He surprises you both and MJ spins around to look at him. “Would you like to come with me?” He finally asks and you hold your breath. 

“Okay cool, yeah. It’s a date” she replies and walks back to the counter to serve the customer waiting. You let out a sigh of relief and Peter looks at you with a massive grin. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” 

— — — — 

When you get back to the office after lunch you feel happier than you’ve felt for days. Peter had not stopped smiling the whole way through lunch and on the walk back to the building he talked constantly about MJ. You felt weirdly proud of him for finally asking her out. Tony noticed you smiling to yourself as you replayed the moment back in your head. 

“What’s got you so happy?” He asks, snapping you out of your daydream. 

“Peter finally asked out the girl from the coffee shop who he’s had a crush on for ages. He bringing her to the fundraiser tomorrow.” You say smiling and Tony smiles too. 

“Good kid.” He smiles. You could tell he was also proud of him. “So about the fundraiser, you’ve done the painting right?”

“Yup all ready. Do you want to see a photo of it to check its okay?” You reach into your pocket for your phone.

“No. I’ll wait for the big reveal tomorrow. I trust your talent.”

You smile, you take it as a massive compliment that he trusts you to have painted something worthy of being sold in the charity auction. 

“Have you got an outfit yet?” He asks, and you look at him confused. You didn’t think Tony would be that interested in your fashion choices. 

“No” you shrugged “I’m sure I’ve got a dress somewhere in my closet I can wear. I’ll figure it out tomorrow” you say casually as you continue with your paperwork.

To be honest you’d been so caught up with planning you’d completely forgotten you would have to dress up for this event. Tony picks up his phone and sends a text. A few minutes later Happy appears at the door.

“Happy could you please drive miss Y/L/N to mall and escort her around the shops until she’s found an outfit for tomorrow. When she’s done drive her home. Thank you”

“Tony! I don’t have time for shopping right now-“

“Don’t argue, just go.” He says standing up and walking over to you. “You have worked so hard arranging all this, you deserve an afternoon off to treat yourself. Use the company card, have fun.” He takes your hand and walks you over to the door, pushing you through it gently. You turn back to argue with him but he just smiles and shuts the door. You laugh to yourself in disbelief and follow Happy. 

The following evening you’re all dressed up and ready to go, waiting for Happy to pick you up to drive you to the fundraiser. The dress you bought made you feel amazing. It was an elegant floor length black gown which hugged your figure in all the right places. The back was cut out in a triangle down to the base your spine and the fabric had a slight sparkle to it which caught the light beautifully. You kept your hair and make up simple, choosing to keep your curled hair loose and applying simple flick eyeliner and a deep red lipstick. There was a knock at the door and you took one last look in the mirror before opening it. You were surprised at who you stood standing the other side looking very nice in his tuxedo. 

“Tony?” 

He looks at you in awe and let’s out a small breathless wow before catching his breath “you look... beautiful” he smiles

“Thanks” you say shyly, “I wasn’t expecting to see you yet, I thought we would be meeting each other there?”

“When Peter finally asked out his girl, it got me thinking...” he pauses “will you be my date?” he asks and you look at him shocked “You don’t have to obviously, if it would make you feel uncomfortable or-“

“No” you interrupt “I mean yes. I mean… I’d love to.” You smile and a look of relief flashes on his face before he smiles back at you, offering his arm for you to hold. 

You shut your front door, link you arm around his arm and walk with him to the car where Happy is waiting. On the journey to the ball you find yourself smiling as you thought about the night ahead. 

But you had no idea just how much this night would change your life. 

Forever. 

Part Five

Taglist: @brownbuble​, @star-trek-is-my-lifesource​

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Henry Creedlow

(My gif/it’s really hard to find clips of this movie)(requested by anonymous)

(Sorry for the long wait!)

- You met Henry while working at the Bruiser magazine company. You didn't exactly work “together” but you worked in the same building and sometimes on the same tasks at different times. Often, the only times you actually saw him were during company meetings and the little breaks you had before and after them, or during lunch.

- Part of you pitied him from the moment you met him. He was walked all over and ignored for... well, no reason at all. You rooted for him any moment you could and yet he could never prevail. Maybe that was why you tried to be as nice as you could to him.

- And your kindness didn't go unnoticed. Sometimes talking to you about pointless things for two minutes was the highlight of his day. You were pretty much the only person he could stand to be around and really looked forward to seeing everyday.

- Soon those feelings of admiration and respect morphed into something beyond what he intended. He grew to develop feelings for you, real romantic feelings that had him yearning for you every time you graced his eyes.

- Yet nothing ever happened between you two since he was married, granted it was to a cheating bitch but still, married nonetheless.

- Then came that fateful day when his world and your own was turned upside down. You spent half the day glued to a television screen and your telephone to listen to the news of everything that was happening. You couldn't believe it and yet you had to. Because later that day you’d meet your former coworker face to face and see for yourself everything that had happened.

- It was late in the evening, you were getting ready for your bosses awful costume party when all of a sudden there was a knock at your window. At first you figured it was a bird or branch but when it persisted and grew what could only be considered frantic you hesitantly decided you needed to check it out.

- You grabbed a shoe for self defense and made your way to the window. When you pulled back the curtain there was nothing. Growing more confident, you opened the window... and shrieked as a figure popped into view.

- You threw the shoe in your hand at it and moved back to grab whatever else you could find before you recognized the familiar chuckle and voice.

“A shoe? Really? You really are too good for this shitty town y/n.” You slowly made your way over as he crawled in through your open window.

- You couldn’t keep your eyes off the “mask” on his face and he took notice, explaining everything that had happened and why he was there. He needed your help but more than anything else he wanted you to go away with him once he’d completed what he set out to do.

- It took you a few minutes to decide what you wanted to do. He knew he was asking for a lot but he held on hope... and for good reason because after a deep breath you agreed.

- After helping him evade the police one last time, the two of you were on your way to a new town, ready to start a new life together.  

- The two of you shared your first kiss a few days later. You were both sat in the darkness of your hotel room, the moon peeking through the curtains providing you with a faint light. It was late but neither of you were all that tired, instead you were thinking about all that had happened and what was going to happen.

“I’m so glad that you came with me.” He interrupted the silence and you smiled at him warmly.

“I’d follow you anywhere.” You said softly.

- The both of you watched each other for a long moment before he rose, walking over to where you were sitting and taking your face in his hands. Your eyes closed as his face neared yours, his lips brushing against your own before finally claiming them.

- Fate sealed by a kiss. You weren’t going to turn back now and you certainly didn’t want to.

- We can all agree that the hippie/stoner thing was not a good look for him. You persuade him to go for better, much more flattering disguise.

- He’s a fan of getting and giving nicknames. It makes him feel important when you call him something sweet or special.

- Innocent pda. He doesn't care for full blown making out in public but he likes quick kisses, hand holding, and having his arm around you.  

- He gives a lot of compliments, ones that every woman dreams of hearing.

“I see a beautiful woman with great value.”

- I feel like even though Henry’s gone through a lot he hasn’t really changed too much? Like he’s still kinda awkward and sweet and a romantic at heart.

- The two of you have a lot of long conversations about nothing in particular. You usually jump from topic to topic, oftentimes pointless ones. He really just loves being able to talk to someone no matter what it is he’s talking about.  

- Watching him exercise in the morning and struggling not to pull him back into bed with you.

- Getting kisses blown at you. What else can I say, he’s an adorable man.

- He likes pressing his forehead against yours after he kisses you or while you’re dancing together in your kitchen.

- Remembering things for him, whether it be where he last left his keys or a meeting he’d forgotten about.

- Even though he has a dodgy memory he never forgets your birthday or anniversary, they’re just too important to him.

- He loves listening to your stories and the hearing about your interests. He never gets tired of learning things about you.

- You’re the only person he lets himself be a pushover for. He doesn’t mind giving into you just to see the smile on your face.

- Wearing his dress shirts. You make it very hard for him to focus on anything else whenever you do.

- The two of you have movie marathons almost every week. You never fail to fall asleep halfway through one of them and always feel kinda bad for snoozing on him. But he doesn’t mind, he likes carrying you to bed; it’s a strange comfort of his.

- He prefers quiet evenings with you rather than any party or event. Dates are usually at a nice restaurant or some place where the two of you can relax or have a little innocent fun.

- He kind of lets you do whatever you want to him as long as it’s harmless. Want to put makeup on him? A face mask? Paint his nails? Whatever makes you happy darling.

- Praising him any chance you get because he damn well deserves it. He always gives you this shy smile when you do and tries to humbly brush off your compliments as he blushes.

- Sometimes he likes to pull you close and recite different rhymes or poems to you as you relax against him.

- The way you cuddle depends on you. He isn’t particular, he’s just happy to have you near him.

- Being woken up to him whispering your name and pressing kisses to your skin.

- Giving him rides to work, you both enjoy having the company during your tiresome commutes.

- Stopping him from listening to those awful radio shows in the morning.

- Recording an answering machine message together.

- Shoulder kisses while he hugs you from behind.

- Sitting on his lap. 

- He’s a little clingy. He just really loves being around and touching you.

- He’s never afraid to tell you he loves you but other than that he struggles to put into words how much you men to him. Oftentimes he’ll settle on how “he cant live without you” or how you’re “the best thing that’s ever happened to him”.

- I feel like he tries to hide it for as long as he can whenever he gets sick or hurt. You usually notice it yourself pretty quickly and force him to let you take care of him. He has to admit that it feels nice having someone fuss over and care about him.

- Kinda likes being called sir...and being begged.

- Hand kisses.

- He’s probably stolen your sunglasses more than once.

- He likes surprising you with gifts, anything from flowers to a diamond necklace. 

- He always tries to help you with whatever he can no matter how big or how small.

- He’s extremely protective of you, the very thought of losing you or having you hurt tears him apart. Remember that he’s capable of murder, depending on the situation... things may get messy.

- Learning to like, or ignore, the taste of blood.

- Sometimes listening to his morbid stories and the things he thinks about. He doesn’t tell you about them often but occasionally you’ll get a glimpse inside his head.

- Henry is definitely a jealous guy. He doesn’t like any guy coming near or even looking at you unless there’s an actual reason for it. He thinks the worst of people and doesn’t them around you. He’ll interject and lead you away from them unless they’re family or what he deems harmless.

- For the most part, he trusts you... but he also trusted Janine and she cheated on him. It may take him a little while to fully believe that you would never do the same, just don’t take it personally.

- Fights never really escalate beyond the bickering stage and are usually about more serious topics so they happen rarely. Often times the two of you have a short argument that’s resolved just as quickly as it began.

- Trying your best to make him a little less pessimistic. He admits that you brighten up his day when things go sour.

- He always tries his best to comfort you when you’re stressed or upset. He hates seeing you anything but happy because he thinks that’s what you deserve to be for the rest of your life, perfectly content.

- Supporting each other through thick and thin. He’s always there for you no matter what and you make sure to return the favor.

- Henry’s a smart guy so I feel like he wouldn't have trouble getting a pretty good job once he���s able to sort out his new life and forge some documents, especially if you decide to settle into a small town together.

- He’s happy to create new memories with you and forget about the past.

- The world may be an awful place but he’s happy to have found the one good person within it.

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things -zoning in and out and getting beginning and ends and in-betweens of conversations but never the full thing, but feeling awful for asking again bcos it seems like im not listening ALL THE TIME -opening a door ‘why did i come in here’ goes back to where i was before ‘oh thats what i needed to do in there’ goes back to the door ’..wait. why am i in here again?’ goes back. ’…’ ‘oH!’ -the same as above with everything i do like opening an app to search for something and forgetting what it was or opening whatsapp to send someone a message and forget who and what i was going to send or opening a book and wondering why i had the book in the first place -specifically being taught about something seconds before being asked a question about said thing, realising i havent taken any of it in and look stupid bcos its simple or i like dont pay attention or dont care or whatever -reading a book and realising for the past few minutes i havent taken any of it in and have no idea what on earth is going on who is this cassandra character -starting a task and realise ive been staring into oblivion for the past 5 minutes. then telling myself ‘cmon!! start!!’ and just sorta zoning out again for ages, and after an hour im still there distracted by whatever it is that my brain finds so interesting for me not to focus on this simple task that i need to do -being in class and wanting to at least try and focus on what i need to do but there are so many distractions that i can barely think straight, background noise of a classroom being one thing but people on my table talking excessively about nonsense is really frustrating bcos i cant block them out bcos i get so distracted by them -hyperfocusing in my dance class so much that during my dances i forget to breathe lol -not being able to sleep at a reasonable time ever bcos my brain is constantly thinking about everything all the time -interrupting people and saying stupid things that i dont think about bcos of impulsivity and regretting it for the next 7 years -being in a conversation and coming up with something you really REALLY want to talk about but the other person is still talking and you cant interrupt again that would make you look bad again so you hold the thing you want to talk about in your head but bcos you know youll forget what you want to say unless you focus on it you put all your effort into remembering the thing you wanted to say and not hearing a word of what the person talking is saying so /once again/ looking like you were just ignoring them/not listening -wanting to run around and jump and speed away everywhere and yell -MISSPLACING EVERYTHING. GETTING TO THE POINT WHERE LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS MISSING. -i jus thought of a point but i cant remember it bcos i remembered another one dammit -getting bursts of energy at WEIRD times like midnight -fidget fidget plays piano on desk bounces leg stop fidgeting be more subtle runs hands constantly through hair stop fidgeting puts all energy into not fidgeting -NAPS -rejection. sensitive. dysphoria. -^^ ultimate pain!!! lasts for months sometimes!!! its like its rooted deep within you and feels unbearable!!! and i get it in shorter (not several month long) episodes when people do small things that make me feel rejected -not sure how to talk about my emotions or feelings or anything with a lot of people. when i do im very vague bcos i don’t know how to talk about it. makes me kind of uncomfortable in a way?? but also i just dont know how to like coherently -kinda like the above point but with like physical illness i just dont know how to describe anything im feeling its like, i know im ill, i just dont know how?? -‘you did well, but you could have done better’ an all too familiar phrase -cant follow basic instructions. never have been able to -ive asked people questions and because of my innatention is so ridiculous i dont ‘hear’ them answer and so i spend a good 5 minutes trying so hard to remember whether i actually asked the question or not or whether i just zoned completely. i then end up asking the question again, but sayinf 'did i already ask this’ to which they reply 'yeah i just answered you’ and im like ffs why am i like this -forgetting peoples names and feeling like a terrible person for not knowing whilst everyone else knows their name and finding a way to get their attention without saying their name bcos you dont wanna hurt their feelings -more stuff i cant remember that ill probably add