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dontmindthefangirling · 5 years

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Broken Nose {t.h.}

part 3!

Tom Holland x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve just gotten a new job as an on-set medic for Spider-Man: Far From Home to be on stand by for any injuries that may occur during stunts. When the star of the movie, Tom Holland, breaks his nose from a particularly bad fall, you fix his broken nose but can he fix your broken heart?

Warnings: none; cute doggo

Disclaimer: I do not know Tom Holland personally or any of the staff of Spider-Man Far From Home

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Tom’s gaze lingered on you from where he stood on set. You were currently checking the blood pressure of one of the SFX guys while James took his pulse. The way you worked was so smoothly and Tom ignored the way his heart fluttered as you smiled at your patient.

“They’re starting soon,” Jacob said, startling Tom from his staring, and pulling him back to reality.

“Oh right,” Tom huffed, turning away from you.

The morning went by fairly quickly considering you and James had a patient who was extremely hypoglycemic (low blood sugar), and you almost thought you were going to have to transport, but after a little oral glucose and water, he was feeling much better.

You were finishing up the patient report when Mike approached your table once again. You could practically feel his uncomfortable presence as he leaned over the table, waiting for you to look up from writing. You huffed and put your pen down, and offered Mike a forced smile.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“We’re about to do a pretty action-packed scene with Tom and Zendaya, and Jon Watts would really appreciate it if you guys were just on stand-by. You know, considering what happened last time...”

“Yep, on it,” you said, pushing the patient report to the side and grabbing your go-bag again. James quickly restocked his own before you both briskly walked out behind the medical tent and followed Mike to where filming was happening.

A lot of the scenes have been filmed inside the studio, but this particular scene was occurring outside, and apparently it was happening away from the studio. You frowned, glancing at James as Mike led you to a black SUV waiting out front to take you to wherever filming was occurring.

“Where-”

“Just down the street,” Mike sighed. You noticed he had bags under his eyes. “It’s closer to the city.”

You shrugged your shoulders and climbed into the car with James right behind you while Mike got in the driver’s seat. He placed the clipboard you’ve never seen him part with on the seat next to him and began the car.

You looked out the window as you got further into the city until Mike pulled the SUV over to where a majority of the cast and crew for this particular scene were standing. You noticed the large amount of extras wandering around, and you saw the director talking to one of the SFX guys while pointing up towards the nearest skyscraper.

James climbed out of the SUV and you followed, your go-bag in hand as you walked towards the set. One of the crew members opened the gate that blocked off the general public from entering the set, and you and James walked towards Jon to find out where you needed to be placed.

Tom stood out like a sore thumb in his red Spider-Man costume, mask and all. You spotted the wires and harness that were attached to him as he talked with Zendaya who also had her own harness.

Jon had you and James placed at the edge of the set so that you had enough room to work if you had to. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to.

“How high up do you think they’re gonna go?” James pondered, looking up at the tall buildings.

You shrugged. “No idea. He is Spider-Man, he could go as high as he wants.”

James scoffed. “For our sakes, let’s hope they only go like two floors up.”

“Places!” Jon shouted, and the chatter around the scene instantly came to a halt. Tom and Zendaya migrated over to where an ‘x’ marked the side-walk, and you watched with your heart in your throat as Tom wrapped an arm around Zendaya’s waist and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

However, right before Jon said ‘action!’, Tom looked over in your direction and gave you a thumbs up. You couldn’t see his face behind the mask, but you couldn’t help but smile gently as you gave him a thumbs up back.

As soon as Jon shouted ‘action!’, Tom and Zendaya were whisked into the air, the wires holding them up as they swung through the air. The entire time they were in the air, you felt like your heart refused to beat. James seemed rigid next to you, as he continued to tap his stethoscope.

You knew the set was completely safe, as these were million dollar pieces of equipment, but as a paramedic, you were trained to expect the worst.

The scene continued for a few moments until Tom and Zendaya were safely brought back down to the ground and you felt like you could breathe again.

“Cut!” Jon shouted, and the crew began to clap.

Tom pulled his mask off as the wires and harness were taken from his costume, and he said something to Zendaya before they both high-fived each other, smiling from ear to ear. You couldn’t help but smile watching him, his smile was just so contagious.

“Thank god, we weren’t needed,” James sighed as he reached down to grab his go-bag. You were about to respond when Tom jogged over to you.

“Hey!” he said, cheerfully. “I didn’t know you guys were going to be here.”

You didn’t know exactly why he would care whether you and James were there or not, but the comment made you smile.

“We’re just here to make sure you don’t break your nose again,” you said sheepishly. Tom’s face instantly turned as red as his suit, and he laughed nervously.

“Oh yeah,” he laughed. “Well, no need to stitch me up today.”

“Be careful out there, man,” James said with a smile.

Tom grinned. “Will do. I’ll see you guys around.”

When he turned to leave, you couldn’t help but gaze at the way his suit defined every single one of his muscles-

“You’re staring,” James said, cutting into your thoughts about how toned Tom was. Your cheeks turned a shade of scarlet as you quickly ducked down and grabbed your go-bag.

“Can we just leave, please?”

James chuckled as he followed you back towards the SUV.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, but your mind kept wandering back to Tom and how he had smiled at you, and how his butt-

A bark instantly broke you from the thoughts that may have caused a blush to rise to your cheeks. You lifted your head from your hands to see Tessa being walked through the set by Harrison. A smile broke out onto your face as the Staffy spotted you at the nearby table and pulled Harrison over to you.

“Hi there, love!” you gasped, kneeling down to pet the gray dog. Tessa’s tail was wagging a mile a minute as she tried to jump up on you and lick your face.

“She really likes you!” Harrison chuckled. “I’ve never felt her pull so hard on the leash.”

“I met her last week,” you admitted. “She’s such a love bug.”

Tessa nudged her head into your hands as if she knew that’s how she could get you to pet her right where she wanted.

“I’ve literally never seen her act this way,” Harrison laughed. “Tessa! Stop being a pain!”

Tessa kept trying to nudge you, almost knocking you over as you patted her head, but you couldn’t stop laughing. Something about her little doggy smile just brought you so much joy.

“Where are you headed?” you asked, looking up at Harrison while Tessa settled herself in your lap.

“I was trying to find Harry, but he must be with Tom because I can’t find him anywhere,” Harrison said while running a hand through his sandy hair. You ignored the way your heart leaped into your throat when Harrison said Tom’s name. You looked down at Tessa so the blush on your cheeks wouldn’t be as obvious.

Harrison looked at his watch impatiently. “Harry was supposed to watch Tessa for me while I went to a meeting, but I might have to miss it-”

“I can watch her!” you said, almost too eagerly. You had fallen in love with this fluffball, and any extra time you could spend with her was a blessing.

“Oh (Y/N), I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Harrison said.

“I don’t mind,” you said. “We haven’t had any patients, and we’re just going to be sitting here anyways.”

Harrison looked between you and James, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Dude, you do not want to separate her from a dog,” James chuckled. “We can watch her.”

“Are you sure?” Harrison sighed.

“Absolutely!” you said with a grin.

“You’re a life-saver, (Y/N),” Harrison chuckled, handing you Tessa’s leash.

“I know, it’s in the job description.”

Harrison smiled as he quickly waved goodbye to you, James, and Tessa as he jogged off to whatever meeting it was he was supposed to be going to. You looked at Tessa with a smile on your face as the staffy placed her head on your knee, closing her eyes as you ran her fingers through her hair.

“What if we get a patient?” James asked, leaning back in his chair to look at you sitting on the ground with a dog in your lap.

“You can handle it,” you said with a smile as you scratched Tessa’s ears.

You could practically hear James roll his eyes.

Harrison was gone for over an hour, but you could have sat there with Tessa forever. Luckily, there weren’t any patients, otherwise you actually would have to put Tessa down.

You knew the day was going to wrap up soon, and you could already see some crew members packing up to go home. You and James were always the last to leave in case there were any last minute emergencies. That was always the rule in emergency medicine; civilians out first, medics last to leave.

It turns out, Tessa was a very easy dog to watch considering she was very content being patted by you. You were mindlessly scratching her belly as you watched the crew members head out, keeping your eyes peeled for Harrison when he would come to retrieve your new best friend.

“(Y/N)?” a familiar English accent said, pulling you from your searching. You turned, to see Tom approaching you, an eyebrow raised as his gaze fell from you to Tessa and back to you again.

“Oh, uh, hey Tom,” you said nervously. How were you going to explain this without it seeming like you stole Tessa from his trailer?

“Harrison, uh, said he had a meeting, so I offered to watch Tessa. I hope that’s okay, we’ve just been sitting here,” you gestured to the sprawled out dog on your lap, hoping that Tom would believe you so he didn’t think you were a dog thief.

You watched Tom’s expression change from confused to a smile, instantly relieving you of your worries.

“She seems to like you quite a bit,” Tom chuckled as he knelt down. Tessa didn’t even stir as Tom rubbed her belly for a quick moment. You smiled down at the staffy, her eyes were closed and her mouth seemed to be stuck in a dog smile.

Silence fell between you and Tom, the only sound coming from James who was very obviously watching your interaction while tapping his pen quickly on the table.

You cleared your throat. “You can, um, have her back if you want.”

Tom smiled. “Well, I was going to head back to my trailer. Do you want to come?”

You almost choked on your own air at his question, and James’s tapping of his pen stopped almost instantly. Tom must have noticed the confused look that had instantly washed over your face because he turned red as he scratched the back of his neck.

“To bring Tessa back, I mean,” he added.

You were sure your face was as red as Tessa’s Spider-Man collar, so you coughed forcefully and looked down at the staffy to hide your very obvious blush, once again.

“Y-Yeah, sure,” you finally choked out.

You looked up and met Tom’s eyes, with a gentle smile pulling at his lips. You matched his smile, and gently nudged Tessa off of your lap. She seemed rather annoyed to be woken from her blissful nap, but when she saw Tom, her tail went into another frenzy.

“Um, James?” you said, turning to look at your friend. “I’ll be back.”

“Mhm, sure you will,” James mumbled as he stared at his pen although the smirk was evidently pulling at his lips. Tom was waiting so you didn’t have time to smack the smirk off of James’s face, so you quickly turned to ignore the heat rising on your cheeks.

“You can walk her, if you’d like,” Tom offered when you tried to hand him back Tessa’s leash.

“Are you sure?” you questioned.

Tom nodded as Tessa happily pranced in front of you. You clutched her leash in your hand tightly, worried that she may get away. That would be one way to get a movie star on your bad side; lose his dog.

“She must like you a lot,’ Tom chuckled. “She usually doesn’t let other people walk her besides my family and Harrison.”

“Well, we bonded over the last two hours,” you laughed. “I think we’re best friends now.”

Your eyes were on Tessa, so you missed the way Tom smiled at you, his eyes lingering on the way your lips curled up into a smile that made your face much brighter. You glanced in his direction and he cleared his throat while turning away.

“How was filming today?” you asked, to fill the silence that suddenly fell between you and Tom.

“It was a lot of fun,” Tom said. “That scene that you and James got to see was probably the best one yet.”

“For you, maybe!” you exclaimed. “I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest every time a wire moved!”

Tom laughed, and you decided right then and there that his laugh was your favorite sound on the planet.

“You worry too much,” he teased.

“It’s my job to worry.”

Tom raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh really? Where in the job description of a paramedic does it say; worry about everyone and everything?”

Now it was your time to laugh. “Okay, it doesn’t. But still, I’m trained for these types of things.”

Tom smiled at you once more, and looked at Tessa before you could catch his lingering gaze. You held Tessa’s leash tightly as Tom led you through the trailers, finally stopping in front of the one that had his name printed on the door. You had never seen a celebrity’s trailer before, and being so close to so many (Zendaya’s was a few yards to the right), made your head spin.

You went to hand Tom Tessa’s leash, but he was already heading inside. You stood outside for a moment, wondering if he wanted you to follow or not, until he stuck his head into the opening of the door.

“You can come in if you want,” he said with a chuckle.

Once again, your cheeks turned a deep shade of scarlet as you looked down at Tessa and climbed the stairs. In that moment, it took everything in you to remember how to walk up stairs.

“I just have to grab a few things before I bring Tessa back to my brothers,” Tom said, rummaging through some clothes that were thrown across the couch. The trailer was more modest than you were expecting, with the couch, TV, a bathroom down the hall, and a small kitchen with a mini bar.

“Do you sleep here?” you asked, looking around, still holding Tessa.

Tom smiled. “No, we stay at a hotel nearby. We usually only use our trailers during down time between scenes.”

“Why did you want me to come with you then?” you chuckled, although asking the question made your heart thump in your ears.

Tom stopped rummaging through his clothes and his duffel bag before looking up and meeting your nervous gaze. He offered you a gentle smile.

“Because you seem like a cool person, and I want to get to know you better.”

He had said it so casually, and had quickly gone back to packing his duffel bag, but just those simple words, made you forget how to breathe. You knelt down to pat Tessa’s head to distract yourself, but it wasn’t working especially considering how close to you Tom was.

“Okay, now I’m ready,” Tom chuckled. He walked over to you and Tessa, with his duffel bag in his hand and a smile on his face.

“Ready to go, Tess?” Tom asked, looking down at his dog. Tessa cocked her head to one side, her ears going up as she looked up at her owner. You stared at Tom as he pressed a kiss to Tessa’s head, and felt your heart swell.

“For the record,” you said, somehow finding courage in your voice. “You seem like a cool person, too.”

Tom grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but notice the small hints of pink that dusted his cheeks. He stood up, with Tessa in his arms and you ignored the obvious bulging of his arm muscles.

“Well then (Y/N), I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Tessa barked.

part 4

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nocturnal-jeon · 5 years

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𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗➛ 𝚜/𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 (𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎)

damn, angst is my thing i guess lol

and i split this up cause i made these whole ass stories so

Kim Namjoon

It was comeback season (HAVE YALL LISTENED TO THE NEW ALBUM I-) and while he was always the best boyfriend at making sure he spent a good amount of time with you during the week, his main focus needed to be on work due to several deadlines and the lingering pressures in his mind to impress the fans.

It was also exam season for you, and typically, your studying habits wouldn’t ruin your time with Namjoon simply because he would help you study and give you kisses or food if you got an answer right on the little mini quizzes he would make. Namjoon would spend hours working and even sleep in the studio, leaving you in your shared bed at home by yourself surrounded by papers and packets.

Namjoon had staff that would force him to take care of himself. He also had six other members who were all in the same boat and knew the pressures of comeback season, so not only did they understand, but they were struggling with taking care of themselves, too. The staff would leave food in his studio and the members would force him to sleep for a few hours, but you didn’t have that.

You didn’t have multiple people doing things for you to ensure that you were giving enough attention to your health. So, when you miss multiple meals and fall asleep at 3 in the morning only to wake up three hours later for an early study session, not even Namjoon was there to help you take care of yourself. But you were far too tired to even think about anything that had nothing to do with your studies.

As busy as his schedule was, Namjoon made sure to come to your presentation. Rather than a paper, you simply had to give a presentation on a topic to the class and whoever felt inclined to watch. You stood near the computer off to the side as you skimmed the slide shows, looking for any grammatical errors or inconsistencies in text size.

You didn’t even notice that Namjoon had entered the room and sat down, but when his eyes were the first pair that you met when you began, your anxiety spiked. Namjoon had such a busy schedule and you didn’t want him to waste his precious time on a horrible presentation. So, with the clearing of your voice, you began.

And things were fine. Namjoon watched in awe as you spoke clearly and make eye contact with almost everyone in the room. But he grew confused when your words began to slur a bit and you began to stumble in your sentences. As you looked up at the board for reference, the words began to double and the mellow blue tone muddled together and fogged up your sight. And before Namjoon knew it, your body hit the cold floor with a thud as gasps filled the room.

Using his long legs, he bolted towards the front of the classroom and winced when he saw a thin trail of blood from the back of your head where it had hit the floor. With shaky hands, he put two fingers up to your neck, later pulling back with a sigh of content as he felt it as strong as ever. You were always a fighter. As the police were being called, Namjoon picked up your body and sat it on his lap as he rubbed your back, hoping you would come to quickly. And as he held your body, he realized how frail it was and how light you had become. Your thighs seemed slimmer, your stomach no longer had the cute little rolls he loved, and your cheeks were beginning to sink in. And underneath the makeup, he could see the deep and dark bags under your eyes.

Guilt hit Namjoon like a truck as he realized that he didn’t know how stressed and how poorly you were taking care of yourself. He watched with sad eyes filled with tears as you got lifted onto the gurney. Namjoon made a mental note to take better care of you. As you recovered, he would email all of your teachers and get extensions, and once you were able to come home, he would bring his work home and only touch it when you were asleep. When you were awake, however, Namjoon was feeding you, holding you, and watching movies with you. Anything, just so you wouldn’t doubt his love for you but also so that your health was being taken care of.

He got nervous when you began to start working on your schoolwork again, but you constantly reassured him that you were going to be fine. He would make study schedules for you and have Jin stock the refrigerator with food and he would grow worried if a container of food hadn’t been eaten, and if you hadn’t, he would sit there in front of you as you ate and watch with eyes filled with fear.

Once the comeback was over and you had passed your exams with flying colors, Namjoon took you on a vacation so you could both de-stress and reclaim your love for each other.

Kim Seokjin

You were the type to constantly get sick, so when you came down with what seemed like another cold, Jin was waiting at your bedside with hot soup, tea, tissues, and snacks. It was food, after all, that brought you and Jin together, so there was always a smile on your face when you saw your doting boyfriend with food in his arms.

Your symptoms were never consistent, but Jin, doubling as your mother, claimed he could see a cold a mile away, so he always gave you the same medicines, healthy snacks, and soup when you would begin to feel ill.

Jin was always there to nurse you back to health, and even if he was busy, he would leave the food labeled on his side of the bed so you didn’t have to get up. You often felt sick and nauseous, but you didn’t always want to be babied and treated like a patient in a hospital, so a lot of the time you kept it to yourself.

One day, in particular, you were feeling ill and Jin could sense it, but he had to work that day, so he made you a day’s worth of food, left you multiple post-it note reminders to drink water and rest, and kissed every inch of your face before he left early in the morning for practice.

You felt so nauseous, though, that you couldn’t even eat a tiny bit of the beautifully prepared food. You felt bad, but you knew Jin wouldn’t enjoy cleaning up vomit on the bed, so you settled with watching various movies and tv shows, drinking water every five minutes like Jin instructed. But, after a little while, you ran out of water, so very weakly, you got out of bed and slowly walked down the stairs, glass in hand, to get more. But without getting the slightest warning, your body fell down the remaining three stairs, the glass shattering besides your fallen figure.

Jin arrived home an hour and a half later, carrying your favorite takeout in his arms with a smile on his face. He figured you deserved a treat since you’ve been such a fighter. But the food dropped on the ground when his eyes came across your unconscious body. Rushing towards you shouting your name, he laid you down flat on the ground and examined your body for injuries as he blindly searched through his pockets for his phone. There was a massive bump and bruise on your head, but you were still breathing.

Screaming and crying into the phone, he urged an ambulance come at once. He placed the phone on the floor as he stroked your face, chanting your name and hoping you would hear him and wake up.

As you laid resting in the hospital bed, Jin sat by your side, your weak and limp hand in his as he tried to go through the events of the past few days in his head and see what was different this time about you feeling sick. But he couldn’t figure it out.

The doctor entered the room, a clipboard in hand. Jin’s head shot up. “Well, it’s good you got there when you did. We ran multiple tests and we discovered that she’s hypoglycemic. It means she has low blood sugar,” the doctor explained, causing Jin to only grow more confused. But, with the doctor explaining more, Jin began to understand. He also, however, began to blame himself for excusing your symptoms as that of a cold. He took extra care of you, even taking a few days off to make sure you knew how to better care for yourself but also so he could learn how to better care for you. Using his cooking skills, Jin always made you food that would help rise your blood sugar and he always lightly scolded you when you didn’t eat the foods that aided it.

Min Yoongi

Like Namjoon, Yoongi often spent hours on end in the studio perfecting his craft and making deadlines, but he wasn’t as good at Namjoon when it came to making time for you. Yoongi would often lose track of the days of the week when he was so deep in a zone. You always respected that because when you two first started dating, he wanted to make it very clear that he would be busy a lot, but you loved him enough and you always made sure you were here for him.

Though he never advised you to wait up for him, you couldn’t help it. Yoongi’s secure arms around your sleepy body were the equivalent of lullabies, and you needed Yoongi in order to sleep. He knew this, and he would try to get home once he was done, but he would often fall asleep in his chair. Other nights though, rarely, he would slide into bed and pull your back against him, his face settling in the crook of your neck as he placed a quick kiss before falling asleep.

You lost count of how many sleepless nights you spent on the couch waiting for Yoongi to come home. But, as you began to realize, he never really did. You worked a normal 9-5, so you weren’t at home for most of the day and that way, you could fill your empty mind with thoughts about work.

The boys were having a listening party at Bighit with all the staff to see how they all react to the new album before it’s released. Yoongi felt this would be a great chance for you to spend some time together along with the boys. He said he would meet you there. And so, yawning as you did, you put on some jeans and a nice shirt, not really knowing what to wear. You brushed your hair for a minute, not having any energy whatsoever to curl it as you usually did.

You made your way to BigHit and entered the large banquet room and searched with tired eyes for Yoongi. He sat in the corner with Jimin and you slowly and sluggishly walked over to them. Yoongi’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw you approach. “Hey, baby,” he said with a smile as he stood up and pulled you into a hug. You hadn’t seen each other for a few days as he was so busy, but being in his arms was like heaven, so you secretly hoped the hug would last forever, but he pulled away. Yoongi wasn’t a big fan of PDA when he was at work and around staff.

“Hey, y/n, how are you?” Jimin asked with a smile. You mustered up the last of your energy to smile and say, “I’m doing great, how are you, Jimin?” “I can see the glare Yoongi is giving me, so I’ll leave you to alone,” Jimin said with a laugh before turning around and walking away. Yoongi’s arm lazily slinked around your waist. “I missed you,” he hummed into your ear, sending shockwaves throughout your aching body. “I guess I missed you, too,” you joked, causing a breathy laugh to emit from his lips you so badly wanted to kiss. But you were in public and you didn’t want Yoongi to get angry.

“Everyone, we’re going to start, so if you could all settle down and get quiet!” Some important looking person shouted as the crowd of people quickly got quiet. The first song began to play and you saw as Taehyung and Jungkook began jumping around like idiots when the rap line went in. You smiled and looked at Yoongi. He stared back at you, wanting to gauge your reaction. Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whispered, “it’s amazing, baby. Absolutely amazing.” He smiled and placed the quickest kiss on your cheek. The songs played and played, but you began to get a bit parched.

“I’m gonna go get a drink of water. I’ll be back.”

But you never made it to the table in the back with refreshments. After taking a few steps, your body lost all of its power and you collapsed on the carpeted floor. At first, people didn’t really notice as all of the focus was on BTS, but when Yoongi heard “Hyung!”, his head snapped towards the back of the room. There Hoseok was next to your unconscious body as he lightly slapped your cheeks. Yoongi wasn’t the athletic type, but he ran faster than the speed of light to you, worry evident all over his face.

“What happened?” he demanded, looking around at his fellow members, a tiny bit angry for no real reason. “I saw her and she just fell,” Hoseok explained. “Y/n, babe, wake up,” Yoongi said as he shook your body. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open and your cheeks burned red when you saw several pairs of eyes on you. Groggy, you mumbled incoherent sounds. While Yoongi was relieved you were awake, he could see what had been going on. You haven’t been sleeping.

“You need to sleep, Y/n! Damnit, do you realize how detrimental this could be to your health?” he scolded. You felt embarrassed more than anything as your boyfriend scolded you as if you were a child in a room filled with people. “Yoongi, back off a little. Just take her home,” Namjoon said as he placed a hand on his shoulder. Nodding, Yoongi helped you up and held you securely in his arms as he carried you out of the building and drove you home.

He didn’t say anything on the way home, too angry to say anything, too caring to not yell at you like he wanted to. He carried you to your shared bed and tucked you in, but he left the room and left you confused. But you were far too tired to piece it together. “At least a few days. I need to be here.” You overheard a bit of his conversation outside of the bedroom as your eyes fluttered shut. And so, Yoongi crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around you, bringing your back against his chest and he placed multiple kisses along your shoulder.

“We’ll talk in the morning. But get sleep, y/n. I love you,” he whispered.

Jung Hoseok

You and Hoseok had a relationship that seemed more like that of a best friendship. You both had loud, expressive laughs, shared the same sense of clothing style and shared some of the same skills. Though both of your busy idol schedules led to not a lot of time being spent together, whenever you did, you made the most of it and always did something fun.

With you being a singer and Hoseok being a rapper, you produced some of the best songs Korea has ever heard together and Hoseok couldn’t have dreamed of a better person to collaborate with. While Friday nights were filled with pizza and movies for some couples, you and Hoseok would spend those nights in the dance studio being complete idiots together.

Most of the practices you both shared together were fun, but your comeback was coming soon, so Hoseok played the dance teacher and helped you perfect moves if they were executed incorrectly, but because you were as talented as Hoseok when it came to dance, there weren’t very many corrections to be made. On this particular Friday, you just couldn’t get this one part right. You watched as Hoseok did it perfectly, and for no reason at all, you felt yourself getting angry because he could do it but you couldn’t. It was hard being in a relationship with someone who you viewed as the best dancer in the world.

“Y/n, just take it slow and do it step by step,” he instructed as he watched from the corner as you stood in the center of the room in sweatpants and a sports bra. Your body glistened from the sweat and your muscles ached from overuse, but you had to get this right. “I am!” you snapped, pushing the stray hairs back in frustration. You looked up to see the hurt expression on Hoseok’s face in the reflection of the mirror. “I’m sorry, baby. I just..I need to get this right and my window of time for mistakes is closing,” you explained in a more mellow voice as you walked over to him.

“You’re just overthinking this. You’ve done this part a million times by now, so I know you know it,” he said as he reached over and rubbed your tense shoulders, resulting in a long, drawn-out sight to escape your lips. “I wanna do it again,” you said. He eyed you. “You’re going to overwork yourself. I think you’ve done enough for tonight, babe,” he said. You shook your head and went back to the center of the room, getting into your starting position. “Just play the music, Hoseok,” you said in all seriousness. Reluctantly, he replayed the music and watched as you danced with such aggression and passion.

During a part in which you had no choreography, you stood and waited for your cue, but Hoseok watched confused as your body began to sway. As soon as your body aimed straight for the floor, he sprinted and caught you before you fell. “Y/n, wake up. Come on, wake up, baby,” he said as he held your head gently. Though you were only out for two minutes or so, you had definitely spooked Hoseok and he was over the moon concerned. “You’re done for tonight, okay? We’re going home,” he said as he gently helped you up. You opened your mouth to object, but he shook his head. “I shouldn’t have even let you do it another time. That’s my fault. But we’re going home, y/n. You need a break,” he instructed, and all you could do is nod as you slumped against his body.

He supported your body as you both went home. He ran a bath and washed your body and your hair, not missing the chance to make a beard out of the bubbles in the soap and lightening the mood. He then helped you get dressed, spoon fed you some ice cream and cuddled you in bed until you fell asleep. Never again would he let you push yourself to the edge like that.

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You already knew which ones so my hotie king and my cutie pie 😂😂😂😂

YAY my first ask!! Okay so since you didn’t say it’s puzzleshipping I am going to do JUST headcanons of them as a person. Starting with my fav boy, Yami!

Yami Headcanons:

-Yami loves horses and is really good with them! Like seriously he loves horses!!

-He goes by Atemu or Yami, you can call him whatever. However he really honestly doesn’t like being called Pharaoh after his name is found. Which brings me to my next headcanon.

-He doesn’t feel like a Pharaoh anymore. Living in the present day, with his friends and Aibou. He is used to the normalness of it. Yeah he has a few bad guys now and than and sometimes will have his Pharaohness come out. Like try and persuade someone to do something for him. But honestly he just wants to be normal, get a job, go to uni maybe?

-My fav one is that he had multiple personalities! When he is out in public, he is very formal! He’s kind, holds his posture perfectly, he holds doors open for ladies. He is just a very well mannered young man. With his friends(the gang!!) he is a little more laid back, unless they are in public settings where he can be formal. But he laughs his belly laugh, lossens up a little, and will crack a joke or two. Now when he is home/around Yugi, he is like totally a different person. He acts like a teenage boy for sure! Rough houses, chases Yugi around the house, he pokes him, makes paper airplanes and throws them when Yugi is doing his homework. Reads comics, plays on the computer, and he loves watching TV, cooking shows criminal shows are his favorite.

-Yami LOVES to cook! Sometimes when Yugi is doing homework, he will turn the TV for Yami. Poor Pharaoh doesn’t like being in the puzzle, so he tends to just sit on the bed, which brought Yugi to get a small tv for his room, so he could actually get something out of staring into nothing. Because of that, he fell in love with cooking shows and eventually asked Yugi if he could try something. He happily let him and was shocked that he learned to cook just from watching TV!

-Last one for our Yami! He loves naps! Honestly can’t tell ya why, I just think he likes a good nap once in a while. It’s a good excuse to pause the world around you and he loves that. He’s been through so much, just escape from it all would be a nice thing to do and naps are the way he does it.

Yugi Headcanons:

-Yugi is a snorer! Yes yes yes!! I said it!! I believe Yugi snores and he can snore pretty loud sometimes! Yami has actually had to wake Yugi up thinking he was like sick or needed help or something.

-He has diabetes!! It’s supposedly canon but Kazuki has never confirmed or denied....he does that a lot!! So of course I say he is! Which again brings Yami into a panic when Yugi is having issues with his blood pressure. “It’s too low Yugi, get a candy bar Yugi, Yugi you need to rest.” He is so annoyed by the big brother attitude but he knows he’s right. So yeah based off some theories off the internet and investigating...I believe Yugi is type 1 diabetic and hypoglycemic.

-Yugi is a chicken shit! He spooks too easily and a lot of it has to do with bullies as he grew up. You can NOT sneak up on Yugi....he will scream and he may hit!

-I like to believe Yugi is very romantic. His love language for sure is physical touch, because of all the hits he took growing up, he loves a gentle touch and he loves to touch. It’s just how he works.

-Yugi has daddy issues, we all know it!! Like come on his dad travels the world and never stopped to really pay attention to his son. His son is the freaking King of Games, you can’t send a letter or call and say “Hey son congrats!” Nope, that’s where I put my foot down! Good bye daddio!

-On top of that, Yugi is a mama’s boy. Though he has his moments like any teenager, he is totally a mama’s boy and loves his mom with all his heart. To go along with his love language, his mom also is a physical touch type of person and they hug each other every day! No matter what! Yugi and his mom have to hug! It’s become there thing.

-BONUS!!! After Yugi’s dad left at the age of 6, he had a weird attack, that led to realize he was diabetic. His mom cried at the hospital, thinking he was dying. When Yugi finally was awake and he saw his mom crying he told her that he promised her he would never leave her, just like daddy left. He said he would always take his medicine and never leave. She hugged him and he hugged her, which is where the daily hugs started. It was his way of reminding her that he was still there. A year later Yugi’s grandpa gave him a puzzle(yep THE puzzle!) exactly a year after he got diagnosed.

It’s my story and I am sticking with it! Anymore???? :D I most likely have more and can’t remember them this late at night O.O

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//For those not in the know, I’m suddenly dealing with some hardcore health issues. I have never passed out in my life, but last night, I did so 3 complete times, and one more time where my mind was still there, but I couldn’t move my body, and all in the span of about 5 minutes.

More below:

I got up to use the washroom around 12midnight, and I was feeling a bit itchy on my arms, but it wasn’t too bad. But then all of a sudden as I was sitting on the toilet (IDK if its TMI) my face was on fire, my lips swelled up to like 5x the size, my ears swelled up, and I got very nauseous. I called an ambulance right away. I wasn’t able to get up before they got here and its good I didn’t because as soon as I stood, I only managed to get my panties up before I was waking up on the floor. If I had tried to get up before they got there, I probably would have hit my head or broken something because of the space in the bathroom. Thankfully the paramedic caught me and lowered me to the ground.

They had to pull me out of the bathroom by my shirt because the isle is narrow. Once we were out, they went to help me to my feet so I could go out to the stretcher, but again as soon as I was on my feet, I passed out again. So they got a special chair that they strap you in to so they can carry you out (they had to go upstairs, as I live in the basement of my parents house). They barely got the straps on and I was out again. This one was really scary, because when I woke up (from the motion of them putting me on the stretcher outside), my eyes opened, but I couldn’t see at all. Yes it was night, but my mom had put all the outside lights on, and the ambulance lights were on too, lighting up the whole area, but everything was black. I couldn’t start seeing again until well after I was in the ambulance.

At this point, I was having trouble breathing, and my body was covered in a red heat-like rash. My leg started to spasm like crazy, nerves firing like mad. At that point they were sure it was a full body anaphalactic (sp?) shock. They got the monitors all hooked up and the oxygen on, and then I had the episode where my body went lax and I couldn’t move, but my mind was still there. At that point the flashers went on and sirens started blaring. I was given a shot of Benedryl in one arm, and Gravol in the other, because I was saying I was nauseous. My blood pressure dropped dramatically, and I was also hypoglycemic (low blood sugar).

Arrived at the hospital and my rash at least was starting to fade. My lips and ears were still swollen, but I was much more alert. I was rolled into Trauma, and the doctor saw me instantly. They gave me an IV of sugar water for the hypoglycemia, and a shot of Epinephrine.

My leg was still aggressively spasming every once in a while. Sometimes so violent that my whole body shook. After the Epi shot tho it started to calm down. Almost immediately my swelling started to go down. About an hour later I had to use the washroom, and I did get pushed in a wheelchair there, but I was able to do everything on my own, and when I came back, the other nurses commented on how much better I was looking. I was no longer lobster red, and my lips no longer looked like I had a bad shot of botox lip injections.

I probably was okay to go home at this point, but they wanted to keep me for a few more hours to make sure that when the drugs wore off, it didn’t come back. I went off the Oxygen at this point, as I was breathing 100% normally again and getting full saturation.

That first trip to the washroom was about 2:30am. The doctor was supposed to come back around 4am, so I went again just before that, and walked and did it all on my own just fine. My swelling was completely gone, and I was normal other then hella tired.

The doctor ran late though and didn’t see me again until 5am. So it was 6am before I was home again. Honestly not long for a hospital visit, but still tiring to be up all night, and I couldn’t sleep in the hospital bed with all the wires and stuff, and how slim the bed was.

We have NO idea what caused the reaction, and this isn’t the first one, just the worst one so far. I’ve been itchy with light swelling before, but never this bad, and never with the fainting. Like I said, I’ve never passed out in my life before. And I’m 27.

So now I have to carry an Epi-pen with me all the time, and take lots of meds for a few days. I will have to go see a specialist to get allergy testing to see what it is. My suspicions are likely either strawberries, because I had a strawberry-banana smoothie that day, or red food dye, because the last time I was itchy and this time as well, I had eaten some red marshmello candies with red colored sugar coating. But they also have some strawberry extract in them, so it could still have been the strawberry, or a combo of both. Both allergies would be new, because I’ve never had an issue with them before.

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Ask D'Mine: Safe Alcoholic Beverages, Treating Lows (Also in the Bedroom)

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Ask D'Mine: Safe Alcoholic Beverages, Treating Lows (Also in the Bedroom)

Just a reminder: we don't shy away from much of anything here at Ask D'Mine, our weekly diabetes advice column.

So buckle up for another wild ride today with your host veteran type 1, diabetes author and community educator Wil Dubois.

Need help navigating life with diabetes? Email us at [email protected]

Jackie from North Carolina, type 1, asks: I know there are a million ways to treat low blood sugar... but what works the FASTEST? And how long should it take you to recover from low blood sugar?

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: A liquid sugar is fastest, minimal digestion required. So drink yourself back to normal blood sugar, instead of eating your way back.

But beyond that, I think something in the glucose family is faster than something in the garden-variety sugar family. So I'd rather you drank something like a Dex4 product; but failing that, I'd rather you had a "real soda" with real sugar, than a soda sweetened with corn syrup.

Liquid sugar stops dropping blood sugar in minutes. But how long it'll take your body to climb back out of the hole it's in varies quite a bit from person-to-person and low-to-low. The "rule" is to re-test your BG in 15 minutes, but the goal at that point is just to make sure you're not continuing to drop. It can take 30-45 minutes to return to a normal blood sugar level from one sugar "treatment," and it might be hours before you are feeling yourself again. Of course, that assumes you don't have a caveman low where you go crazy and eat everything in the fridge out of fear, hunger, panic, and reduced neural activity from the low.

If that happens, you'll end up super-high and feel like shit again. How long will it take you to "recover?" It might not be until the next day. For FASTEST recovery, my advice is to drink your sugar and avoid the pantry and the fridge.

... and speaking of drinking...

Danielle from California, type 1, writes: I am 28 years old and newly insulin-dependent. What is a safe alcoholic beverage??

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: Red wine. White wine. Tequila. Lager. Whiskey. Vodka. Beer. Rum. Brandy. Scotch. That's my day so far, and it's only 9:15 in the morning.

Seriously, any type of alcohol is safe for you, my newly insulin-dependent sister. What you need to think about is what you mix it with, and how much you drink.

Many of the world's most fun-to-drink alcoholic beverages are very high in carbs. Daiquiris come to mind. Rum and Coke is bad news, unless you mix with Coke Zero. The unofficial state drink of New Mexico, the frozen margarita, packs a hell of a carb punch.

As you're new to the family, I'll just warn you now, it's almost impossible to bolus for liquid sugars. Our fast-acting insulins are not nearly fast enough to keep up with the surge in blood sugar that comes from drinking calories instead of eating them.

On the volume front, when you are boozed up, your body gets so busy filtering alcohol out of your blood stream that it forgets to filter out insulin. Having a lot of alcohol in your blood has the effect of "supersizing" your insulin, leading to epic low blood sugars hours downstream—often when you are sleeping it off. So that could be, like, fatal.

Bottom line: Moderation. Drink what you enjoy. Watch the carbs. And don't overdo it.

... and speaking of drinking too much and low blood sugar...

Brad from Montana, type 1, writes: I have lousy erections when my blood sugar is on the low side. Everything works just fine the rest of the time. Is it just me, or is this common?

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: Not common. In fact, I'd never heard of such a thing so my first thought was for me to try taking too much insulin and calling an escort service. You know, for research for the column.

Then the clinical part of my brain took over and my second thought was, now wait-a-cotton-pickin-minute, erections are controlled by blood pressure, not blood sugar. So how, physiologically, could low blood sugar give you erection performance issues when you're fine the rest of the time? Could low blood sugar lead to low blood pressure, I wondered?

Of course, then I switched into diabetes educator mode and my third thought was maybe when you are hypoglycemic isn't really the best time to have sex.

For lots of reasons.

Among things that come to mind is that when your blood sugar is low, your cognition is not at its best. That means you might have sex with someone you really shouldn't be having sex with. And if your IQ and your blood sugar are both at 60, you might also engage in unsafe sex.

And of course, rigorous exercise when your blood sugar is low is only going to make your blood sugar lower, so your roll in the hay could end up putting you six feet under.

But back to how the bod works, there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to whether or not low blood sugars can cause low blood pressure. Part of the problem is that the symptoms of the two conditions can be similar. Most of the literature I could locate dealt with sorting out whether or not various symptoms are likely to be caused by one or the other. The relationship between the two seems elusive. Certainly, if low blood sugar does cause low blood pressure, then in a roundabout way, low blood sugar could cause low erectile performance.

To get to the bottom of the blood pressure and blood sugar issue, I checked in with noted endo Dr. Kathleen Colleran, and she told me that lows actually raise blood pressure as your system releases assorted hormones to bring you back from the brink. (Actually, I paraphrased that a bit. Her answer was dryer and more clinical with lots of big words.)

My next step was to enlist the help of a diabetes sex expert. Oh, get your hands down, I wasn't asking for volunteers. I emailed Janis Roszler, RD, CDE, LD/N, author of Sex and Diabetes (along with several other books), and asked her if she'd seen anything like this. She told me that for a good erection, "a man needs good blood flow, good nerve communication between the brain and the penis, and enough energy to participate in sexual activities. That's what is missing if his glucose level drops—the energy required to be sexual."

And like any good sex worker (stop it, you know what I mean), she also had a fun tidbit to add, telling me, "I knew someone who would estimate his glucose level by trying to think about sex—if he had no interest, he was definitely low!" Thanks, Janis, but I'll stick to my CGM and meter on this one...

And of course specifically for Brad from Montana, Janis has this final piece of advice, "Fortunately, this problem has a simple remedy—he should check his blood glucose level prior to sexual activity and treat any low with an appropriate snack."

So eat up and get it on, Brad.

This is not a medical advice column. We are PWDs freely and openly sharing the wisdom of our collected experiences — our been-there-done-that knowledge from the trenches. But we are not MDs, RNs, NPs, PAs, CDEs, or partridges in pear trees. Bottom line: we are only a small part of your total prescription. You still need the professional advice, treatment, and care of a licensed medical professional.

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