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moonit3 · 5 months

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I see that request is open...

Sooo, i wonder what would happen if the reader/darling feels like something is wrong with Axel. Like, his personality felt almost fake. Like he did it as for the money,,,,

Bonus points if Axel actually about to ask the reader/darling to be his significant other! And reader/darling having moments of doubt which makes it harder for him to confess.

Like geee, i wonder why the reader/darling is like that- /sarcastic

another sequel for our boy axel! im glad that he receive some recognition as he is one of my favorite of the blog (о´∀`о) and today we have a continuation from the two previous segments.

A BREAK

➥ warnings/notices: yandere male, obsession, insecurity from reader’s part, angst (?), axel being insensitive sometimes, reader cries but nothing too much, not much yandere stuff on this.

➥ yandere! rent-a-boyfriend x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: after dating this new guys for a while, he makes a proposal that you might not accept.

➥ a/n: soooooooo this is quite short compared to my other projects (sorry anon…) as i had some struggles on writing this for some reason such as a temporary writing block, an incoming test and my insomnia. but no worries, i promise this one is a good one despite not having much yandere stuff on it, so enjoy it!

“do you want to make things official?”

“official?”

“yes, we should start dating real, without any contract between us.”

today was a little different than the usual dates with axel. instead of being you to call him to a date or send a text message to the enterprise that you wish to see him, he was the one who sent a voice mail to you, asking if you could meet him without needing to pay him.

at first, you believed that he just wanted to hang out with you as friends and maybe getting to know each other for real, but it seems he wants to take things further than you expected.

“you sure?” your finger began playing with each other, a way to calm yourself down and relax your mind with the words that came out of his lips. this wasn’t what you’ve planned for the day, but now you will have to endure axel for the afternoon. “i mean, i think things have been going well between the two of us like this…”

his eyes notice how nervous you’ve become and despite wanting to get close, to assure things will go well, axel just stay on his side of the bench. “you’re right, but don’t you think things will get better when we get together? like a real couple.” his hand moves to hold yours, but you move it away in the last second, making you getting further away from his touch. “what is wrong? you look more lost than usual, did something happened?”

you nodded. “i-it’s just that I’m scared of you leaving me.” the way your eyes seems to lose some sparkle when you speak makes axel’s heart drop. “i had a bad experience prior you and i don’t want this to happen again.”

right. you haven’t forgive that incident when you are dating the ‘first axel’ and it’s look that you won’t be forgotten about it anytime soon, specially as he had humiliated you in a intimate moment like that. but you don’t this ‘axel’ is the same one that broke your heart and he hopes to continue like this.

“yeah, there was that guy…” he fakes a smile, trying to keep his posture up and to not show any signs that he knows the subject more than you’ve told him before. “…he sounds like a horrible person from what you’ve said to me.”

“indeed. he was the worst.” he mentally agreed with you, back then, he had a terrible personality. “he was the worst human being, a horrible person and he deserves death.” oh. is that what you’ve thinking? killing him and trashing him? honestly, he can’t blame you.

as you continue to ramble about the fiasco of your first experience with the rent-a-boyfriend guy, axel caresses your hair. the thoughts inside his head are running wild, mostly of it are questioning himself if what he doing is right.

he is lying at you. pretending to be someone who he isn’t just to praise and protect you from his own actions that made you question if trusting someone is right or wrong, axel is responsible for making you crying numerous night. however, he doesn’t feel like to tell you the true.

when you ended your little speech of how terrible he was, a smile grows on your face when you look up to see his eyes. you look happier than usual now, compared to just a few minutes ago. are you going to say yes? take his words into consideration and be with him for real?

“can we stay like this? like, not a real couple for an extra time. im still not ready for a real relationship, axel.” you said, removing his hand away from your hair and hold it gently closer to your heart. “i do have feelings for you, but there are a lot of things that are making me feel trapped in the past, like i’m not ready to move on from it and you have been so distant in the recently days.”

so you did notice that. but how much do you truly know what he is hiding?

“i know that you have other clients other than me, but you are always looking at your phone when we are out together,” axel is making sure that you won’t receive another match from the app, resulting you on be his only. “and you don’t even reply to me when i ask something.” his voice keep failing as he didn’t got used to the lower tone.

he removes his hand away from yours, despite wanting to feel your touch on his skin. he needs to find an excuse, “i got busy with the enterprise asking me to help them at the financial sector.” is that a good one? “so they keep sending me multiple messages, but that is no excuse to my behavior in the recent dates we had.”

your lips curves into a smile when he said that, but it didn’t change the fact that you still suspicious of his behavior, you can feel something off. “i understand it, axel. but i think we should take a break.”

what?

“it will the best for us, axel.” you caressed his dark hair, smiling at his face. “i need to be by myself for a time, to get things back together and to prioritize my health as my work is getting harder in recently days. im sorry this might hurt you, but i really need to be alone—“

“it’s okay.” he smiled. “i know things have been hard to you and im going to be here to help you, at any distance.” his arms wrapped around your body, bringing you closer and leaving no other option than hugging him back.

your face rest on his chest, he can feel that you are crying against his shirt’s fabric, but axel doesn’t say nothing to ruin the moment. he knows that you have been working hard and even with you wanting space from him, axel will take care of you as he will keep his presence unknown to you in the future.

@moonit3 writings

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moonjxsung · 22 days

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My insomnia has been so terrible lately and I haven’t been taking my sleeping meds because I was sleeping well and I took them only when necessary but I have to start taking them again daily to get my sleeping schedule back to how it should be

-🩶anon

Noooo oh my god :((( my sister struggles with insomnia and it’s the worst :( has anything been affecting your sleep lately? Like a change of schedule or recent stress or anything? ily my angel I’m so sorry and I wish there was something I could do to help :( I’m here for you if you ever can’t sleep literally feel free to message me whenever you need to even if I’m sleeping I promise I will be there virtually for all ur sleepless nights I LOVE UUUUUU ☹️👼🫶💞💝💖💘

#🩶 anon #ask

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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People need to read more of your fic's they are so good. Anyways I have a request for Malcolm bright. So I was thinking maybe it could be a soulmate au. No one has written one from what i have seen and I thought it would be a cool idea. And if possible maybe you could do like the whole relationship time line from when they meet to having a baby. That would be awesome.

So I completely missed the bit about the baby... Hope you don’t mind anon!

Anyway, I still love Prodigal Son and I really need to get around to re-watching it. I also have a weakness for Soul Mate aus!

Title: His Own Person

Prodigal son tag list: @takethee, @queenoffandom08, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian

Another night, another nightmare. You woke up with a gasp, your sheets covered in sweat. Your heart was pounding and you knew that you wouldn’t get back to sleep. Shakily you turned your bedside light on and blinked at the sudden brightness. You pulled your legs up to your chest and rested your head on your knees as you waited for your heartrate to go down.

You felt sorry for your soulmate. Having those reoccurring nightmares almost nightly must be terrible. You didn’t get the worst of them but they still terrified you. Still, you could tell your bond with him was strong from the amount you saw and that gave you an idea. There was an oldwives tale that soulmates with strong bonds could communicate by writing on their skin. You always wanted to try it out and you grabbed a nearby pen. You pressed it against your wrist and after a brief moment of hesitation you started writing.

Hello. Are you alright?

You skin tingled when you finished and you grimaced. It was a stupid idea, just an old legend, you should’ve known better than to think it would actually work. You lay back down and stared up at the ceiling feeling more and more stupid with each passing second. Then, ever you faintly, you felt it. The faint trace of a pen over your arm. You sat bolt upright as you looked down at the words.

I’m sorry.

What for?

Everything. You don’t deserve to be put through what I go through

The handwriting was neat although there was a slight shake to it. You smiled down as you traced the words. It had worked, it had actually worked!

I’m just worried about you.

Even though we never met?

Instinct

Thank you

You’re welcome :)

You didn’t know why you drew the smiley face but you felt like he needed it.

I’m y/n by the way

Malcolm

I like it when you dream.

Another sleepless night, well, that wasn’t entirely true. You started off having a very pleasant night’s sleep but your neighbours decided to wake you up by blasting music. You looked down at your arm and smiled.

You’re up late

Insomnia

Shit

That and I’m working late

At 3 in the morning

It’s a difficult case

Case? Are you a copper?

Not exactly

Oh?

I’m a profiler for the NYPD

Sounds interesting

It can be

You had the distinct feeling that Malcolm wasn’t in the mood to talk about his work. You put your pen back on your arm as you thought of your response but Malcolm got there before you.

Why don’t we meet up for a drink? We can talk more about work then.

Not just work!

He added quickly which caused you to smile

Other things. That is, if you want to meet up?

Yes. I’d love to!

Malcolm was… sweet.

That was the best way you could describe him. When you first met him you could see him practically vibrating with nervous energy. He looked over the bar you were at and you couldn’t help but secretly hope that the handsome man was him. He looked out of place in his three piece suit but when the two of you made eye contact you knew it was him.

You had heard about love at first sight but, to be honest, you thought it was a load of bullshit. However, in that moment you understood what people were talking about. It was as it you and Malcolm were the only people in the room and when Malcom came and sat next to you, you knew that he was the one.

You reached across the table and put your hand on top of his. Malcolm’s breath hitched at the touch and you quickly removed your hand.

“Sorry,” you said, “I didn’t-“

“No,” Malcolm reached over and grabbed your hand, “I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s… it’s nice to finally meet you. To hear your voice.”

You relaxed at his words as you entwined your fingers with his. This seemed to put Malcolm at ease and if you didn’t know better you could swear you could feel it through a bond.

“Well,” you rested against the front door as you shut it, “That was an interesting evening.”

“Yeah.”

You frowned as you looked up at Malcolm. He was looking tired, well, more tired than usual. You knew that he always found visiting his family exhausting, especially tonight when he introduced you to his mother and sister for the first time. You fiddled with your ring as you said,

“Malc-“

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Malcolm said at the same time

When he realised that he had interrupted you, Malcolm looked embarrassed.

“You go first.” He said

“No,” you took his arm and sat him down on the sofa, “You go first. What do you want to tell me?”

“It’s… it’s hard for me to tell you.” Malcolm ran a shaky hand through his hair

“If it’s too hard then wait,” you said, “Take your time.”

“No. No. You deserve to know the truth.”

“The truth?”

“My surname,” he took a deep breath and put his head in his hands, “Isn’t Bright.”

“Ok…”

“It’s Whitly.”

“Whitly? The same as-“

“Martin Whitly,” Malcolm’s voice was hard, “Yes. He’s my father.”

“Your father,” you said after a beat, “Is the Surgeon.”

“Look,” Malcolm stood up quickly, “I understand if you don’t want to see me again. Who my family is, it can be a lot for people. I know you’re my soulmate,” he smiled softly at the word before it quickly melted away, “But my father is-“

He broke off and collapsed back onto the sofa. He tangled his hands in his hair and you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Malcolm stiffened at you touch but as he rubbed his shoulder he relaxed against you.

“Malcolm,” you said and pressed a kiss against the side of his head, “I love you. Your father doesn’t define who you are. You are not Martin Whitly, you’re Malcolm Bright. I love you and nothing is going to change that.”

“You’re alright with that?” Malcolm spoke so quietly you almost missed it

“I won’t lie,” you said as you rested your head against his, “It’s a lot to take in. But it isn’t going to make me stop loving you.”

#fanfiction #prodigal son #reader insert #request #malcolm bright #malcolm bright x reader #malcolm whitly #malcolm whitly x reader

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andrigyn · 7 months

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Oh.

So it's not just me then :/

You go see a doctor and it's always like "oh honey it's probably just stress or hormone imbalance or idk 1000 other conditions you may or may not have and if you do it's not showing up on any of your exams so do with that what you will"

Menstruating can be the worst 🥰

girlie I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for like two and a half years lol I'm desperate at this point <3

Hey Anon, I’m so sorry you’re going through this. Like I said, I was completely without mine for 5 years and it’s partially my fault, but also no one told me it would impact my bone health for life and no doctors took it seriously when I told them :/

There are a lot of things that can cause period loss. If yours is caused by stress, under eating, over exercising, etc then you can get it back naturally. That’s what I did this year at least, even though it’s irregular.

I can tell you what I did, and these tips are mostly just things everyone should do, so I don’t feel weird giving this advice even tho I have no medical training lol.

1. EAT ENOUGH, and make sure your macro split is balanced. (Not that you have to track your food, just use common sense, although I did track and I had a calorie goal and a fats goal bc that was what I was really lacking in my diet). Another thing is don’t fast, or even intermittent fast.

2. Get 8 hours of sleep. (I try my best with this, but insomnia has always been a struggle for me).

3. Reduce caffeine, and when you do have your coffee make sure you’re eating breakfast with it. I said no intermittent fasting 😡👊

4. Reduce exercise. This was a hard one for me, and I still worked out a lot during this process bc its my main way to relieve stress, and it also helps me sleep. If you eat enough to support your exercise then you might be good to keep with it

5. Explore other causes of stress in your life. Reduce its impact if you can, but if that’s not possible, find activities that calm you down.

6. I started taking a fish oil supplement, not sure if this helped or not though. It can’t hurt!

If you’re curious to learn more, I recommend the book no period now what by nicola rinaldi. I found it helpful to understand what my body was doing.

#Andy’s asks

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lordarsonizzzzt · 1 year

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They look Iceberg in the eyes, and he starts to have the worst headache he’s ever fucking had.

“If you ever make her cry again, I’ll make the day your mother left you look like a picnic, and I’ll make your leg being crushed and burned in rubble the softest thing you’ll ever remember,” they said causally.

“What in the fuck?” He whispered, rubbing at his temple. They smiled.

“To be more succinct— make her cry again, and death will be your only escape.”

“How do you—“

“Burn and crush scars on your leg. And there’s no way your pathetic ass doesn’t have mommy issues. Good fucking day, doc.”

The next day, though, they go up to Iceberg and apologize for that, “Kathy’s one of my closest friends, I think I got kind of defensive… sorry. Um. Here. This is lavender oil, it should help with insomnia! I’m so sorry.”

-Brainworms anon

I GET THIS GJKASJEG

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ruddcatha · 3 years

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Your story recommendations have been absolutely amazing! By any chance do you have a list of one-shots that you can recommend? I need good easy reading material while I'm bored at work.

-Ohhh Anon, you hit me in the heart with this request, I love one shots…

And oh boy do I have a crap ton to recommend!! I normally try to do no more than 2 per author, but this time I can’t because some authors just have SO MANY AWESOME ONESHOTS

So warning, this is long

Given by @dawnrider, a beautiful beautiful story following Movie 2

Circles by @dawnrider, I cried the first time I read this, god its beautiful

Purple Lace by @dawnrider (Yes, I am going that far back Dawn… sorry not sorry)

How To Read a Newspaper by @witchygirl99. This is absolutely adorable!

The Colour of the Sky by @witchygirl99… ok this is hilarious, definitely check it out

Kiss it All Goodbye by @witchygirl99, The Papa Inuyasha we deserved to have

Nepenthe by @witchygirl99, the mermaid AU you didn’t know you needed but now you do, so go read it

She Left Me by Eowyn Organa. This is so good and so sweet.

Finders Keepers by Rainflame. I love this story so much.

Lovely View by Snoring, This time its Kagome who’s spying on a bathing Inuyasha

Chase by Maiden of the Moon, ok, this is not what you think it will be when it starts off… just keep reading, trust me

Insomnia Hours by @goshinote, Inuyasha as a late night DJ…. Go read it!

Superposition by @goshinote, this is absolutely wonderful!

Confession of a Hopeless Attraction by @goshinote, you just need to read this

Liar Liar Pants on Fire by @mamabearcat, Fireman Inuyasha… go now

By the Book by @mamabearcat, Inuyasha tries to act like a hero in one of Kagome’s romance novels

Call you Mine by @lavendertwilight89. Fake dating soulmates… swoon

A Little Late Night Practice by @fawn-eyed-girl, part of her Kendo series… hot hot hot

Mistaken Intentions by @fawn-eyed-girl, oh so sweet

Keeping Score by @fawn-eyed-girl and @neutronstarchild, this is just so cute

Spa Day in Feudal Japan by @neutronstarchild, this is just so cute

The Half-Demon Prince and the Curse of Four Paws by @neutronstarchild… such an adorable fairy tale!

Matchmakers of Shikon High by @neutronstarchild, Jakotsu, Kagura and Shippo on a mission to bring two pining teachers together? YESSS

Second Chance by @alannada. This was such a good story!!

Waxing Moon by @alannada, This is freaking hilarious

I Object by me (shameless plug but dang it I’m proud of this story). Attorney Inuyasha has a crisis of identity, and nearly pushes the most important thing in his life away

Mutual Cat-Traction by me, Buyo is an unexpected matchmaker between two neighbors

Hanyo and the Cheerleader by me, @fawn-eyed-girl and @neutronstarchild. A twist on Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me

Lightning on the Brain by troubleinshangrila, a beautiful beautiful story addressing seizures and epilepsy

Safe by @keichanz, Kagome tries to reassure their daughter that Inuyasha was coming home safe

Forever by @keichanz, a sweet sweet story about enduring love and friendship

Real by @keichanz… HOOOOTT

Ours by @shinidamachu, this is an absolutely wonderful modern AU oneshot

The Best Medicine by @fantastiqueparfait, Inuyasha takes care of a sick Kagome

Something New by KingBaka. Definitely NSFW…. But worth it

Sharped Dress Hanyo by @clearwillow, I absolutely adore this story

Cheaters by Inunanna-Nanna Part, DEFINITELY NOT WHAT YOU WOULD EXPECT, read to the end!!

A Stolen Kiss by @sapphirestarxx, an absolutely wonderful MirSan story!!

Gold Star Review by @mustardyellowsunshine. Sweet and sexy and so so good

Superhero by @dyaz-stories, a sweet growing up story

He Loves Me, He Loves me Not by @touchofpixiedust. Super sweet story of Inuyasha

Kagome Broken by @touchofpixiedust, omg I cracked up

Mine by Jaygirl987, NSFW but so so so so good

Speed Dating for Dummies by Reinamy, I laughed reading this it is so funny and good

Blind Dates Suck by Inukag123, such a fun story

What’s Eating You? By @superpixie42, Inuyasha and zombies…

Skeins and Schemes by @cannibalsforbreakfast, canon compliant Inukag!!

You’ve Got a Read On Me by @cannibalsforbreakfast, a sweet take on the meet in a coffee shop with Tarot!

How I met my husband by One More Thing

Playtime by @thornedraven. HOTTT DEMON INU

Always Be There by @willowandfog, a friends to lovers that is so sweet

Fast Food Thief by @cstorm86

Just the Girl by @smmahamazing, a sweet sweet MirSan story

Perfectly Flawed by dolphingirl0113, Kagome meets Inuyasha’s reincarnation, leaving our favorite Hanyo to panic

A Father’s Worst Fear by @omgitscharlie, Papa Inuyasha’s fear at the sound of a scream

#inuyasha fanfiction #inuyasha fanfic #fic rec #ruddcatha #oneshots

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jaminjims · 3 years

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「WE GOT YOU」

anon request: hi can you do an ot7 female eight member scenario a fluff and angst one where they're female member experiences a panic attack, gets really tired so they take care of you.

pairing: bts ot7 x f!reader (platonic or romantic)

genre: angst, fluff, comfort

warnings: panic attacks, brief mention of insomnia, hospitalization of loved ones, crying, migraines

words: 1.7k

~**~

You sighed deeply as you exited the private plane that belonged to you and the boys. You could already feel a pounding migraine behind your eyes and coupled with the insomnia you’ve been having lately, you were about ready to drop dead where you were standing.

The eight of you walked into the airport, you pulling your little Kumamon suitcase behind you. No one talked because you were all feeling the effects of major jet lag and were exhausted from the promotions you did in the US. It was peaceful (other than the raging headache you had) but that soon changed when you entered the main public area of the airport.

Screaming filled your ears and you had to shut your eyes from the sudden sensory overload. It did nothing to help your migraine and you almost staggered in place. Flashing cameras blinded your eyes as you walked through the airport and you suddenly felt dizzy. You grabbed the sleeve of Namjoon so you could have a sense of support and stability, and once he looked down and saw your state, he was quick to pull you close to him and put a protective arm around your shoulders.

It was like a domino effect after that; once Hobi saw your state, he reached for your suitcase and started carrying it himself. Taehyung slid up on your other side and held your hand in his. The rest of the boys made a small circle around you to try to shield you away from the screaming fans and the flashing lights.

It was hectic and the walk to the van seemed to take way longer than usual for you. If the boys said anything to you during the walk you didn’t hear them as you focused on pushing down the intense feeling of vertigo that threatened to make you fall over completely.

By the time you all got to the car, Namjoon was basically holding you up and you were breathing deeply. With the screaming and flashing now gone, you got a better sense for your surroundings and you could hear the boys clearly now.

“Y/n-ah, what’s wrong?” Asked Jin from where he was in the front passenger seat. He watched as Jungkook and Jimin helped you in the van, and saw how you stumbled when no one was supporting you. You slumped into your seat in between Yoongi and Taehyung and whispered out a pathetic ‘headache and dizzy’ to answer Jin’s question.

He frowned as the boys all searched in their bags for medicine, all their attention on helping you feel better. The van started driving and as it turned and went over bumps in the road, it made your head pound more. You groaned and from beside you Yoongi slowly maneuvered you so your head was on his lap and your feet were across Taehyung.

He slowly started to massage your head and you sighed, “Does that feel better?” You gave a small nod as Taehyung rubbed your legs, trying to sooth you. They all tried to refrain from saying anything lest it make your headache worse. Jimin hummed in slight victory as he found some advil lodged deep in his carry on and passed it to Namjoon who then passed it to Taehyung.

“Jagi, have some advil.” You sat up slowly and took some out of his hand, Jungkook handed you his water bottle and you took the medicine. “Thank you.”

The vibration from your phone caught your attention and you pulled in out of your hoodie pocket. You suddenly stopped breathing as panic took over you.

‘4 missed calls from Mom’ and ‘13 new text messages’ glared back at you. A few years ago your father got suddenly ill and he’s been in the hospital since. You knew it was an emergency when your mom and sister spammed you with messages.

‘Your father just went into the ER, please call when you can.’ - Mom

‘Please, Y/n-ah. Appa is in bad condition and we want to talk to you’ - Nayeon

Hoseok was the first person to notice your picked up breathing and how you frantically unlocked your phone to call your mom back. “Y/n-ah?”

That brought everyone’s attention back to you and they all felt slight panic coarse through them as well when they saw your state.

“Hello? Eomma?” When it went straight to voicemail your heart rate picked up more and you started crying.

“Y/n tell us what’s wrong. What’s happening?” Namjoon looked over at you and wished he could hold you somehow to comfort you. Jungkook and Jimin almost left their seats to get to you while Jin straight up almost climbed in the back.

Yoongi made you look at him as Taehyung rubbed your neck, “What’s happening?”

You choked on a sob as you hoped that your sister would pick up. “My Appa is in the ER, and he is in b-bad condition.” Your sister’s phone went to voicemail as well and your breath got caught in your throat.

Everything around you became fuzzy as you suddenly couldn’t breathe. Your headache was now raging and you felt like it was going to explode; the sleepless nights you have had recently also made you feel bone tired you didn’t know what to do. All of this mixed together made the rational part of your brain nonexistent and you automatically started thinking the worst and that sent you headfirst into a giant panic attack.

‘What if you never see him again? Never talk to him again? Never get to see him smile? What if Nayeon and Eomma hate you for not answering in his final moments? What if-‘

You struggled to breath and you think you feel multiple hands and hear multiple voices around you but your weren’t sure. You clutched your head and choked on nothing. This day just got worse and worse and you didn’t know how to handle it. The boys all around you tried to remain calm as they tried to get you to listen to them.

Jimin, with the most experience in dealing with your panic attacks, unbuckled his seatbelt so he could reach over and take your face in his hands. “Y/n, follow my voice. Can you hear me? Come back to us, it’s ok, you’re ok. Focus on the warmth of my hands, ok? We got you.”

His soft voice broke through the veil of panic and you tried to focus on his hands and voice. You took a big gulp of air and suddenly launched yourself at him and engulfed him in a hug. You were still crying as Jimin pulled his hands through your hair while Taehyung and Yoongi beside you rubbed your back.

Hoseok also unbuckled his seat belt and went to wipe the tears off your face. The five of you squeezed in the back made you feel protected and your cries got quieter. Jungkook reached back to hold your hand as Jin handed Namjoon some napkins that he then handed to Hoseok to help you clean your face.

“Now, tell us what happened, ok Jagi?” Namjoon inquired in a soft voice. You ended up telling them not only about the sudden scare with your father, but also about how you haven’t been sleeping well lately and you’ve started to feel dizzy more often.

They all waited for you to finish and by the time you did, they all had varying faces of sadness and worry. They didn’t know that you have been feeling worse the past few days and they felt guilty that they didn’t notice.

Jimin pulled you into another hug, “Let’s all take a deep breath, ok? Try calling them back again.”

You nodded and sniffed. They all waited in bated anticipation as they waited to see if your sister would pick up. Once they heard her voice the boys sighed in relief as you almost started crying again, “Nayeon-Unnie...”

“Y/n-ah,” she sounded relieved, “it’s ok, everyone is ok. It was a malfunction in the hospital equipment and they thought he suddenly stopped breathing. Appa is ok.”

You started crying again, but this time in relief. “Oh, Y/n. Don’t cry, alright? Everything is ok.” Your mom must have grabbed the phone out of your sister’s hand because now she was talking.

At your moms voice you started crying more, “Eomma...”

“Aish, it’s ok.” Your mom sounded like she was about to start crying as well. “Sorry for making you panic sweetheart.”

You couldn’t get out any words in response and Jin motioned to hand the phone over to him. He smiled even though your family couldn’t see it, “Hello, this is Jin.”

Your mom greeted him and started to ask how he was, Jin just chuckled, “I’m alright. Y/n-ah got pretty spoked though. No, she’s ok now. Don’t worry, we got her.” He chuckled again, “Yes Ma’am, we will. Alright.” Then he hung up. You must’ve spent awhile in a panic because you had all arrived home by now.

Your headache was still raging, so Jungkook offered to carry you into the dorms. You were so, so tired and all you wanted was to sleep for three days straight. Jungkook lied you down on the couch and took a spot beside you as Namjoon took the other. Hobi went and got a blanket to drape around your shoulders as Jin started making some soup that would hopefully make you feel better.

You leaned into Namjoon and he put his hand on the back of the couch so you could lie on him. Jungkook then moved to put his arms around your waist so he could also cuddle with you. Taehyung put on your favorite disney movie and the seven of you found varying places on the couch and seats surrounding so you could all watch it together.

A few minutes in, Jin came in with not only soup for you, but for all of the boys. Before any of them started eating though, they made sure you finished yours. Jungkook even insisted on feeding you himself.

You laughed a little as you snuggled into Namjoon and the blanket. You felt warm and safe and so, so tired. With food in your stomach, your headache slowly started to ebb away and you felt like you could breathe easier now. Not even 30 minutes into the movie, you started to feel your eyes close as you struggled to stay awake.

Namjoon looked down and saw you trying it keep your eyes open, he chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through your hair. He learned down to whisper in your ear;

“Go to sleep Y/n-ah, we got you.”

[end]

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lilyrachelcassidy · 3 years

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same anon again! and totally cool with the last request :) So I popped up with a new one. Same thing daphne x reader using 15 and/or 47 from the prompt list! (preferably daphne asking out reader but anything’s cool) :))

A/N: Hi lovely anon... You're the sweetest <3 I really think you might be my official fav person rn :D And yes, yes, I'm super happy to see you again in my inbox and... oh boy, I love Daphne x Reader so much. Here you go with with the requests you asked for :)

Warnings: Might add but I consider both of those works as children-friendly lol (maybe some alcohol but that's pretty much it)...

15: “Just tell her that.” / “Such a pep talk…”

"Pansy?"

You burst into the Slytherin common room with as much energy as your legs could carry you with at the late hour as it was. Exactly, 1 am, if to be radically precise. But getting acquainted with Pansy's strange late-night habits for over seven years, you knew you could find her sprawling over the large lounge, still awake, with the Firewhisky drink in her hand per usual.

As presumed, you were right -- she was sitting, still fully dressed in her school robes and staring aloof at the fireplace, drifting more in her perplexing thoughts than she would want to. Hearing your sleepy voice, however, made her tilt her head and glance at you, standing in your emerald-green pajamas, at the entrance of the stairs to the girls' room.

She smirked. "Insomnia playing over?" she asked, teasingly, her sparkling eyes locking with your fluttery ones.

"No," you answered carefully before covering your mouth from a yawn to which Pansy's smirk widened. You flopped tiredly on the sofa, next to her and laid your head instinctively on her shoulder. "There's something I wanted to talk with you about."

"That's why you got out of bed? To talk to me about something you could do as well in the morning but without bothering your pretty face?" she asked, and though you couldn't see her face, you imagined she was frowning in incomprehension.

"Well..." you drawled, already partly regretting you had decided to come over with such a sensitive issue to her. "It's the only time Daphne is not around."

"Oh...Is that--" Pansy gasped in enthusiasm, throwing your head off of her to which you reacted with a small moan of pain, to look directly into your face. "Are you going to finally admit you're so madly in love with her and that you drool at her every time she doesn't look?"

Well, that was straightforward...

"W-what?" you sputtered out, trying to make sense of what you wanted to express. But dealing suddenly with too much confusion and surprise, you found it to be a challenging task to perform. "How would you know? I've never told anyone!"

At the raised, almost frantic tone of your voice, Pansy grinned, probably satisfied with the fact she dared to shock you. "You are the worst player in this puppy-love game if you haven't noticed yet," she said, arching her eyebrows. "It's almost hard to miss you staring at her in the classrooms or... I don't know... even when you talk to her, smiling like mad. Only concerns are for Daphne, who seems to be totally oblivious to that."

"You think? I mean, hasn't she noticed? Did she s--"

"No," Pansy interrupted you intentionally, rolling her eyes. "I think she has other doubts than that. Besides... it's also she who attempts to hide her goo-goo eyes from you."

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Ughh... She has a crush on you too! Happy?"

"No, she does no--"

"Of course she does, you unheeding dolt! One time, I even caught her scribbling your name in her notebook with small hearts around. What do you think it means?"

"I--" Momentarily speechless, you dropped your gaze to the hands and unconsciously started playing with your fingers. "I don't know what to say..."

"Just tell her that." Pansy shrugged, finding the simplest solution in everything while eloquently sipping her drink. "It's a normal thing to do. Go over to her during lunchtime and talk to her. Confess."

You huffed, suddenly feeling a stream of sarcasm dancing on your tongue. "Oh, really? Such a pep talk, you know... Thanks, Pans."

She nudged you with her elbow. "C'mon. You've wasted plenty of time daydreaming about her. It's a moment to take up action. Tomorrow, it's your round, or otherwise, it might pass."

Sighing, you peeked at her with seriousness. "I don't know about that."

"Then you'll never know," she commented aptly, and you knew she made her point. "I realize it might be confusing. But hey, no matter what happens, I'll be always there for you. Remember?"

"Remember," you repeated, somehow feeling more confident than you had been ten minutes ago.

XOXOXO

47. “Are you asking if I’m a single?” / “Okay… I-I will.”

The party night was... disastrous, to say at least.

And you really didn't want to be here. But all thanks to your best friend, Susan, who was definitely a go-go type of a person and had been insistently persuading you to get out with her ("This'd be so fun, Y/N!" said she with already a little too drunk tone), by now you were being pushed in the crowd of inebriated people, soaking in sweat due to the heated breaths that were puffing and blowing at your neck from all around. Making your best attempts to push your way, conflict-less, to some less teeming space, you met with a failure by being shoved to your previous position by someone's hips from behind and a loud 'Watch it!'.

Frustration and exasperation accumulated in you, and you felt truly flustered with a situation. As it turned out, flustered enough to provoke the combative self you hadn't known existed in you, to start jostling everyone around to move away from your path to freedom. It required a few angry 'ouches' and curses sent towards you, but finally...Finally, you succeeded in getting away from the bustle and a disgusting odor of sweat that hurt your nostrils just too much.

"Double Scotch, please," you said breathlessly to the bartender as you had reached the bar and casually leaned over the counter. "Triple if needed. Make it extra strong."

The bartender nodded merely, giving you a perfunctory smile, before taking care of your order by grasping some liquor from the shelf and pouring it professionally into the glass. Too distracted with exhaustion from too loud music and screeches from the crowd singing along the songs' lyrics, you hadn't even noticed a blonde girl with a glint of explicit interest in her eyes staring at you. Well, not until...

"Is it a way of dealing with the party?" the girl asked, smiling. "Or are you trying to forget you're here?"

"Both, I guess." You laughed, turning your head to behold a nice-looking gal who was casually sipping her Mohito drink. A really nice-looking, actually. Her hair was laid in the smooth curls on her broad shoulder, emphasizing her soft facial features and shiny, blue eyes. Dressed in the tight gleaming-black dress with the heals lengthening her legs, she looked more than appealing. "I was forced by a friend to come. Not my intention."

"Tell me about it," muttering under her breath, she playfully rolled her eyes and smirked suggestively. Then with an outstretched hand, she proffered you an inviting smile and introduced herself, "I'm Daphne."

You took a hand invitation, shaking in lightly and reciprocating a smile. "Y/N."

"So, you came here with a friend?" the girl, now as you knew Daphne, asked you with an arousing curiosity. "Or girlfriend, or boyfriend?"

Alcohol being the best solution for straightforwardness as it was, forced you to express your first-moment thought without any earlier contemplation. "Are you asking if I'm single?" You took a gulp of your drink and squinted suddenly at the realization of your words. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that! It's just--"

"It's okay, I'm aware of the after-alcohol effects," Daphne soothed you down and tried her best to hide her pre-momentary shock from her face, though you could still detect it.

You fucking idiot!

"Yeah, I've come here with my roommate. She loves parties and said it would be a crime to miss one, especially on Friday night," you answered her question, attempting to get slickly out of your faux pas.

Smiling, forgetting about your little confusion, and ignoring the noise from the background, you chatted, relishing each other's company and treating it as a make-up for ruined Friday plans, fault laying on both of your friends' sides. How much time had passed while you were sitting there, taking the next rounds from the bartender and goggling at each other you didn't know, but one thing was sure -- you both definitely enjoyed it.

The things came, however, to the end as soon as Susan, plastered as you had never seen her before, approached you in a stumbling manner. She was giggling like mad, which clearly indicated one thing -- it's about time to export her back to the house.

"What the heck?! It's not a funeral, peach. Come dance with me!" she screamed as if she was on the opposite side of the room, putting her arms around your shoulder and dangling on you to keep her balance. "Cooooommmmee..."

"No," you shot back, also drunk but much less than her, which made you take responsibility in your hands. Instead of looking at Susan, however, you glanced at Daphne apologetically. "We're calling a cab."

"But, I--"

"Shut it," you said, a little angry with her intoxicated state but yourself having a bit of a problem creating a coherent sentence. "The party is over. We're- are go-ing home."

Susan made a small groan but said nothing, to which you were very thankful because you wanted to end the conversation with Daphne. The sudden influx of bravery had overtaken, and you asked her to hand over her phone. So she compliantly did, and you tapped your phone number on the screen, saving it on the contacts list before handing it back to the proper owner.

"I'm sorry it turned out that way. In these circumstances," you apologized to Daphne, the weight on your arm becoming gradually heavier as your friend wriggled in her place, still grasping your shoulder like to necessary sanity. "It was nice meeting you."

Daphne smiled at that. "You too. Good luck with..." She didn't finish her sentence, but you concluded she was referring to the little situation with drunken Susan.

"Thanks. Oh, and..." You suddenly changed the timbre of your voice to a little deeper one, almost exigent actually. "...don't forget to call me."

A coy smile spread on Daphne's lips, and she said, more in the murmur than a normal tone, "Okay...I-I will..."

And then, you were strolling away, satisfied with how your Friday turned out, much less lame than you had initially assumed.

Maybe the party wasn't such a bad idea after all.

XOXOXOXO

A/N: I enjoyed writing those actually. These had to be drabbles but somehow turned out to be full-length one-shots. But no fault of mine; these were just my hands doing most of the job! I'm taking a break to spend some quality time with my friends (yes, it's me bragging I have a private life lol), and I'm sitting at my computer to write the next goodie :) See ya in some time!

Btw, as I've counted (via my computer) it's almost 2k words. What's wrong?!

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marjansmarwani · 3 years

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sleep is never coming

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Owen has been having the same dream for months now. Every few nights he falls asleep and is returned to one of the worst moments of his life in vivid technicolor. After one of these nights, he finds himself in the kitchen: seeking some tea in pursuit of sleep when he is suddenly not alone. But maybe the young officer who just stumbled into his kitchen from his son's bedroom is the best person he could talk to about this. Maybe it takes someone who loves his son as much as he does to truly understand the fear that is keeping him up at night. ----- Angst Week Day 1: "How do we fix this?" + Anon request: "It's just a nightmare."

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The bang is sudden, unexpected, and earth-shattering. Owen whips around, searching for the source of the sound but stops mid-turn, frozen in horror at the sight before him. His son slumping over; clutching his collarbone, gasping in pain, and slowly falling to the ground. He tries to move towards him but he feels as if he is trying to move through molasses, too slow to reach him in time. Too slow to help him; just like he was too slow to prevent it.

It’s the same, every time. He can trace the movements, he knows the script by heart. First, TK falls; then comes the blood. Far, far too much of it oozing from the entry wound, spreading across the ground beneath him and sliding down the wall behind them. There’s more blood too, in a place it should never be: coming out of TK’s mouth as he struggles to breathe, as his wide and terrified eyes seek Owen’s.

He wants to reassure him, he wants to tell him it’ll be okay, but he doesn’t want to lie. He made a promise many years ago to never lie to his child, no matter what. And as much as he wants it to be a truth, it may not be. He doesn’t know that everything will be okay and that terrifies him.

There is movement and commotion and voices shouting instructions and updates but all Owen knows for sure is the sensation of watching TK’s eyes close, or seeing the moment he stops breathing. He knows for certain the exact moment he watches his son die because it is the moment his heart shatters.

There is deadly silence then, for a beat. And in the breath after, he wakes up.

He shots upright in bed, sucking in a harsh breath before running a weary and shaking hand across his face. “It’s just a nightmare,” he reminded himself, “it’s not real.” He knew this: he’d been having that dream for months now.

While true, the reminder did nothing to quell the racing of his heart. He sighed and threw the blankets back, climbing out of bed and heading towards the bedroom door. There was no use trying to go back to sleep; past experience had shown him that much. His only hope was to head to the kitchen, make some tea, and hope for the best. Just like he had every few nights in the month since the accident.

He suppressed a yawn as he walked into the kitchen before checking that the kettle still had water in it and turning on the burner. He leaned against the counter as it heated, rubbing at his tired eyes. He couldn’t keep going on like this. He needed to sleep through the night, he needed to make sure he was on the top of his game. He owed it to his team.

But every time he tried, he got a front-row seat to one of the worst moments of his life. Nothing — no fire, no accident, not even 9/11 — would compare to the fear he had felt watching his son collapse after being shot. He knew worrying about him was normal, he knew dwelling on it was to be expected. He just hadn’t banked on reliving it every other night.

He was so distracted by his thoughts that he didn’t notice the sound of footsteps coming down the hall until a sound of surprise had him looking up to see a tousled, shirtless, and embarrassed Officer Reyes standing at the threshold of his kitchen.

“I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t know…”

Owen waved off his stammered apology, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Carlos. And please, it’s 3 am and you’re in my kitchen—I think you can call me Owen.”

Carlos gave a nervous laugh but walked further into the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Owen, “It is 3 am so if you don’t mind me asking Sir...Owen, what are you doing?”

Owen gestured at the kettle that was just starting to steam, “Couldn’t sleep, so I decided to see if some tea would help. Would you like some? I could use the company.”

“Oh,” Carlos looked taken aback, “um, sure. Thank you.”

Owen turned to the cupboard to pull out two mugs and the box of chamomile tea. He held it up to Carlos, who nodded. “So,” he began, setting everything down on the counter next to the stove, “any particular reason you are in my kitchen at 3 am?”

Carlos chuckled and stepped closer, settling onto one of the stools on the other side of the counter, “I just woke up and wanted a glass of water. I figured you wouldn’t mind and I had no idea I’d run into anyone.”

“Normally you’d be right, but I’ve been having some trouble sleeping lately.”

Carlos was quiet then and Owen could see the dilemma playing out in his head through his expression. It was in Carlos Reyes’s nature to fix things, and he was trying to decide whether or not prying into his boyfriend’s father’s insomnia over 3 am tea was crossing a line. Owen decided to make the decision for him.

“I’ve been having some dreams that are keeping me up. Well, a dream I guess. The same one, every time.”

Carlos studied him as Owen paused to pull the whistling kettle off the burner, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Owen shook his head, “Thanks, but one of us losing sleep over it is enough. No reason to keep you up too.”

“I’m already up and after the shock of finding you in the kitchen I am wide awake,” Carlos pointed out dryly. “We’re both here so you may as well talk about it, if you want to.”

Owen considered as he poured the water over the teabags in the mugs. Did he want to? Keeping it to himself clearly wasn’t working. He didn’t want to burden anyone else with this; a part of him wondered how anyone else could possibly understand. The fear and pain of watching your child almost die was unlike anything else. Still, he conceded, in this particular situation, who was better suited to understand this fear than Carlos? He knew how hard the accident had been hard on him too, despite trying as hard as he had to keep up a brave front. If anyone could understand where he was coming from, it would be the young man sitting at the counter with him.

“I keep reliving that night.”

He stole a glance at Carlos to see if he needed to be more specific but the newly clenched jaw told Owen that he knew exactly what night he was talking about. He slid the other mug across the counter before wrapping his hands around his own, “sometimes it feels like it’s every time I try to sleep. I close my eyes and I’m just there again.”

Carlos let out a shuddering breath and tightened his grip on his mug, “I know what you mean. I...had a similar problem, right after it happened. I don’t think I got much sleep at all while he was in the hospital. I would wake up afraid, not remembering that he was okay, that it had all turned out fine. I just had this fear that I couldn’t shake. Sometimes I don’t think I ever will, not completely. The only thing that helped with the dreams, at least, was the fact that TK was lying next to me, alive and okay, eventually.”

“Well I’m sure neither of you would appreciate me coming to check on him every time I have that dream, would make for some awkward encounters,” Owen retorted, trying for a joke that fell flat, judging by Carlos’s forced smile. He sighed and ran a weary hand over his face, “How do we fix this?”

“Time, I guess,” Carlos responded with a shrug. “I wish I had a better answer, but I think that’s the only one there is.”

Owen took a sip of his tea, rolling the idea around in his mind before he shook his head, “I don’t know if time is going to be enough. I don’t think time will ever completely erase the guilt.”

“The guilt?” There was genuine surprise in the young officer’s voice and Owen snorted.

“I’m not only his father, but his captain. I told him to breach the door. I gave the order, and I was standing right there. I had all the information but I didn’t put it together fast enough to stop it, to save him. There is not a single way of looking at this that doesn’t make me responsible.”

Owen isn’t sure what reaction he expected out of his son’s boyfriend, but it certainly wasn’t what he got. He didn’t expect him to scoff and counter his claim with one of his own: “How do you think I feel? I’m a cop and I was on the scene. We knew there was a gun and yet it slipped through the cracks. It’s more my fault than anyone’s if anything.”

Owen blinked for a second, processing everything that Carlos had just said. “That’s insane,” he retorted incredulously, “you had two civilians in your care and the logical assumption to make was that once the grandfather collapsed the gun was no longer an issue. “Besides,” he added wryly, “whoever heard of anyone shooting at the fire dept? Everyone loves us.”

Carlos snorted at that before his expression turned serious again, “The same goes for you: how did you have any way of knowing that things were any different than any other time? You followed protocol, you did everything you should have. TK did everything he should have; he did the job he was trained to do. Chances are, nothing could have prevented what happened.”

Owen considered his words as he swished the tea in his cup, watching as the leaves that had settled at the bottom rose upwards into the warm liquid again. “You might be right,” he allowed, “but I don’t like it.”

“No one likes feeling helpless, Owen,” Carlos pointed out wryly. “But sometimes that’s all we can be.”

Owen looked up from his tea to study the younger man, who met his gaze and held it. “You’re pretty wise for someone so young, you know that?” he said after a few moments.

“That’s just your sleep-deprived brain talking.”

Owen chuckled at that and Carlos grinned in response. “What do you think TK would say if he knew we were both up at an ungodly hour worrying about him?”

“He would be very against it,” Owen said with certainty, and Carlos hummed in agreement.

“Unfortunately for him, I don’t think either of us is going to stop anytime soon.”

“No,” Owen agreed, “but that’s what happens when you love someone.”

Carlos froze, choking on his tea mid-sip before setting the cup down as he coughed and stared at Owen, who chuckled.

“It’s okay Carlos, I don’t know if you’ve said it yet, but it doesn’t matter. I know you love him and if I know my son, he feels the same way. I’m just happy you two found each other. It makes me feel a lot better knowing that he has someone else who cares about him as much as I do looking out for him.”

“But not enough to help you sleep at night, huh?”

“Apparently not,” Owen agreed wearily.

Carlos gave him a smile, “What about the fact that he has both of us looking after him now? Does that make you feel any better?” Carlos paused a moment and met Owen’s eyes before continuing, “Because you’re not alone in this Owen, and neither is he. You have a family here in Austin. I may have only been around for a few months but it doesn’t take long to see. You, TK, the rest of the crew: you all look out for each other. Does that help at all?”

Owen looked down at the counter, overwhelmed by the truth of the statement. It wasn’t that he didn’t know that, it was more that sometimes it was hard to remember. It didn’t seem like so long ago that he had arrived in Austin, that they had all met. Yet he knew what Carlos said was true. He did have a family here in Austin now, and it was growing to include a certain officer more and more each day.

“As long as we’re clear that you’re included in that too, Carlos,” he said, after a beat.

The younger man opened his mouth but Owen held up a hand, “Nope, no arguments. You’re just as much a part of this as anyone else. It was already true, but this whole tea thing has really sealed the deal, no backing out now.”

There was another beat of silence, and then Carlos smiled. “Thank you, Owen,” he said softly.

They trailed off into comfortable silence after that, each lost in their own thoughts and sipping their tea. It was some time before Owen happened to catch a glimpse of the clock over the stove. He swore, breaking the reverie they had been in and causing Carlos to startle ever so slightly.

“Sorry,” he apologized, “I just hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. Or early, maybe?” He trailed off and ran a hand through his hair before turning and looking at Carlos whose eyebrows rose when he saw the time.

“Do we even bother trying to go back to bed at this point?” he asked, and Owen chuckled.

“How do you feel about breakfast?” he asked instead.

“I think that sounds like an excellent plan,” Carlos agreed, pulling himself off of his stool and crossing into the kitchen, “anything particular you had in mind?”

It was shortly after that that a groggy TK stumbled into the kitchen, taking in the scene before him between blinks as he fought to clear the last remnants of sleep from his eyes. “What are you two doing?” he asked, voice still slightly raspy with sleep but filled with confusion. “Am I dreaming?”

Carlos grinned and stepped around the counter, pressing a light kiss on TK’s cheek as Owen spoke, “Can’t say that you are, no. I can say though that I am surprised to see you up — it’s pretty early.”

“Which is why I was confused when I woke up to an empty bed,” he retorted pointedly, glancing at Carlos. “So I figured I should see where you’d gotten to.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” Carlos told him sincerely, “I just woke up and came out for a drink and ran into your dad in the kitchen. We got to talking and realized neither of us could go back to sleep, so we made breakfast.”

He turned as he spoke, gesturing to the counter which held a platter of eggs and pancakes. “I was just going to come and wake you up in a bit, to see if you wanted any.”

TK glanced from the counter to Owen and back to Carlos, eyebrows raised, “Are you sure I’m not dreaming?” he asked eventually.

“Pretty sure,” Owen said with a shrug, and TK nodded.

“That makes sense,” he agreed, “I don’t think I could even dream up something this strange.”

“I don’t know son,” Owen said lightly as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot, “the mind can be a pretty interesting place. But the food is getting cold, come on.”

TK glanced at Carlos again who smiled at him and pulled him forward to one of the stools. He slid onto it and accepted the plate passed to him by his father with his baffled expression still in place, though it seemed to be morphing to something closer to fondness with each passing second.

“So,” he said softly, leaning closer to Carlos as Owen busied himself at the stove, flipping the last batch of pancakes, “you and my dad get along now, do you?”

“We do,” Carlos confirmed confidently, shooting Owen a grin.

TK looked between them, “I don’t know if I should be happy or worried about this.”

“Probably a bit of both,” Owen told him lightly as he slid the last pancakes onto the tray and set it down before them.”

“That sounds right,” TK agreed. “What did you guys talk about?”

There was quiet for a second as Carlos and Owen glanced at each other. “Just stuff,” Owen said lightly, “general things, everyday stuff; you know.”

TK didn’t look convinced but he didn’t press, reaching instead for the plate of pancakes and serving them onto the plates before them. “That’s fine,” he said lightly, “keep your secrets. Since you’re friends now, I guess.”

Carlo shook his head fondly as he accepted the pancakes placed on his plate and Owen smiled. Maybe it was just morning optimism, but things looked better in the dim dawn light leaking through the kitchen windows. Maybe this talk, this reminder that his family was so much more than just him and TK now, would be the thing that would help him to put this behind him.

Maybe tonight he would have a dreamless sleep — maybe this had been just what he needed.

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bnhaclaimedmysoul · 3 years

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request: hello! i was wondering if y’all do emergency requests? i don’t wanna get into too much detail bc im alread bothering y’all enough but today i had the worst christmas ever :’) i live at home with a toxic mother and it ✨sucks✨as a result bc of my mom, I have horrible anxiety, low self esteem, really dark thoughts that have almost led me doing things but failed. i also have horrible insomnia (which is where shinsou and i would be the dream team jajdjsjdj im joking he’d hate me sdjjfjk) and im literally sobbing rn so-i was wondering maybe how shinsou & denki (separately) would maybe react to their s/o crying over that, telling them everything and how they would comfort them? so sorry for this freaking essay im so annoying anndjdjvk~🍣 sushi anon

a/n: i’m really sorry that you had to go through it. and please feel free to talk to us anytime you want sushi anon, venting it out is better than keeping it in, so please never hesitate. we’re here for you. i hope this piece can help you clear your mind, even if it’s just for a moment :) *offers a virtual hug*

hitoshi shinsou

-shinsou would try his very best to be there for you

-he doesn’t entirely know how to make you feel better

-but he sure as hell will try anything and everything he can if it makes you feel better

-will carefully listen to you every time you want to talk

-offers to hold you securely throughout

-soothingly rubs your back and kisses your forehead when you vent it out

-doesn’t matter if his shirt is dripping wet or his limbs are unbearably numb

-will refuse to let you go until you feel better

-pampers you and spoils you rotten

-cuddles? CUDDLES IT IS

-junk food? JUNK FOOD IT IS

-100/10 will throw paper balls at your window to catch your attention at 3 am after you sent a text

-will grab your hand

-cover you up in his warm lavender scented hoodie

-wrap his scarf around you and take you out out for a stroll under the star dusted skies

-will make you sit on a swing and push it for you until you are clutching onto it, screaming from happiness

-on particularly bad days, will offer to take you to his house

-makes you dinner, lays out a special futon

-but if you still want to cuddle him

-he’ll welcome you with open arms

-will drop dark chocolate since he read that it’s scientifically proven to make people feel better such a babie

-if the situation really becomes dire, he’ll even use his quirk to relieve you from the emotional pain you are suffering from

-always kisses you until he sees a smile on your face

-loves you and will do anything to make you happy

kaminari denki

-constantly texts you to gauge your mood

-and when he senses the slightest drop in

-watch him haul his ass to your room

-with his floofy blanket animated movies and loads of food he raided from a near by convenience store

-and ofc his big smile and his even bigger heart

-cuddles you into oblivion

-attacks you with a furry of kisses everywhere: cheeks, lips, nose, shoulders

-you name it

-sends you a bunch of heart memes and encouraging texts to let you know that he’s there for you

-and that you are amazing

-when you’re on the verge of crying

-he silently pulls you into his arms and lovingly pats your head

-will wipe your tears away, no matter how many times one escapes

-will listen to you vent your frustration out and then proceeds to take you out for a meal because you deserve it

-sometimes

-he randomly drags you away from everything

-and uses his Bluetooth speaker to blast some music one

-for a night of just mindless dancing and destressing

-will make sure that the both of you do not stop until your limbs give in

-and the both of your collapse onto the bed from how tired you are

-laughing from how ridiculously well it works and brings your mood up

-will throw pillows at you for fun pillow fights

-or use his fingers to tickle you to death

-if it’s gonna make you feel better

-he’s gonna do it all

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tiifalockhart · 3 years

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Loss

Anonymous asked: Can I request a scenario of your favorite chocobro reuniting with his s.o during the 10 years of darkness?

Pairing: Noctis x Reader

Warnings: death of major characters, alludes to depression, disappearance, spoils the end of FFXV

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I’m sorry anon, I’m sure you were expecting something fluffy and cute but I decided to go the route of pure angst and sadness :(( hopefully this is okay hehe feedback is appreciated <3

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Ten years of darkness.

Ten years of nothing but fighting daemons and trying to survive.

Ten years of not knowing where the new king was, nor his companions.

It was a terrifying thought that they may have perished in Niflheim. Prince Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladiolus... No one spoke of them, no one knew where they were, no one knew of their last location inside of Niflheim. There were rumors that Prompto, Ignis and Gladio managed to make it out alive, but there was nothing of Noctis. Even if these rumors were true, the three crownsguard had basically fallen off the map. The world relied on hope, hope that Noctis was alive, that he would return soon to his beloved kingdom, that maybe one day the world will feel the golden rays of the sun once more.

And thankfully, that was true. The only problem was that Noctis returned ten years later at the docks of Gauldin Quay. No one knew where he came from, or what his plans were, but all you could remember that day was the relief you felt after seeing his vaguely familiar face arrive at Hammarhead. Not only that, but the other three had returned as well. They all looked much older, along with exhausted and drained. It was a hard sight, but you could tell they were happy to see each other.

When his eyes landed on you, though, you saw relief wash over his features. Noctis walked towards you, almost afraid that you weren’t real. But when you reached out and took his hand, a shaky breath left his lips as he embraced you quickly, holding onto you for dear life.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered sadly, your eyes falling shut as tears escaped and fell down your cheeks. “I-I was so scared when you didn’t return from Niflheim, we all thought you had-” He stopped you by cupping your cheeks carefully and wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

“None of that matters right now. I’m here now, and I have one last battle to win.” Noctis whispered, furrowing his brows. “After that, I’ll see you again, and we can move on with our life together.” He continued, running his fingers through your hair.

You nodded hesitantly, looking down. “I love you, Noctis...” You whispered, your voice weak. “I can’t lose you again.”

“I know. I’m not going anywhere this time.” He reassured, pressing his forehead to yours. “You know that, don’t you? I won’t leave you again.” Noctis murmured, making you look into his eyes. They held some kind of reluctance, as if he was afraid that maybe that isn’t true. You didn’t comment on it though, you were just thankful that you could see him again, even if it was for the last time.

“I’m coming with you.” You told him, which he shook his head to.

“You can’t.” Noctis responded, frowning slightly.

“But I have to. I can’t risk losing you again and never seeing you.” You retorted, gripping onto his hands tightly. “I... I can’t go through that again.”

Noctis seemed to hesitate at your response, sighing as he nodded. “I can’t stop you, if you want to come, then that’s your choice. But whatever happens in Insomnia... You have to move on from it.” He whispered, looking down at your hands. “It’ll be dangerous, you’ll have to be strong.”

“I know.” You answered, a look of dejection forming in your features. Both of you knew what was going to happen, even if neither of you said it. Noctis was sacrificing his life for you, his friends, and for the world, just so you all may see the light again. It was a heavy price, one that you weren’t sure you agreed with. Noctis was an innocent man, he shouldn’t have to sacrifice everything for the sins of another. It made you angry.

“Let’s take our mind off of it for now, okay?” He whispered, furrowing his brows. “Tonight is one of our last, let’s make it worth it.” Noctis stated, turning to the other crownsguards. They all nodded in agreement, before slowly walking towards the gates.

Tonight was their last night together. It was their last camp, their last meal, their last campfire, the air hung heavy around them. No matter how this final battle ended, none of them would ever meet like this again. While the four of them talked, you were distracted by the early sense of loss. You dreaded losing Noctis and you wanted nothing more than to save him from his fate, to take him and run away. But you couldn’t. The gods wouldn’t allow it. So you simply took his hand and prepared for the worst.

After a good meal from Ignis and lots of sharing, the three crownsguard tucked in for the night, leaving you and Noctis silently staring into the dying fire. It was hard to think of anything to say, nothing that came to mind fit the urgent and painful moment you two shared. Both of you were unsure how to speak, but you knew what you two were thinking.

Eventually, Noctis let out a sigh as he sat up, looking over at you. “It won’t be easy.” He muttered, reaching over and taking your hand. “It’ll be hard after it all ends, I wish I knew how to make it better.”

You looked up at him, teary-eyed as you nodded. “I know... I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You confessed softly, gripping his hand. “I’m not ready to lose you for good.”

Noctis sighed and nodded. “I can’t really say I’m ready to go either.” He whispered, looking down at your hands. “It’s going to be hard, but it’s what I have to do.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I love you... I always have, you know?” You whispered, looking up at him.

He smiled weakly and nodded, ruffling your hair gently. “I know... I love you too.” He murmured, pressing a gentle and delicate kiss to your forehead.

After that, the two of you went to sleep together for the last time. It was hard to sleep with such a heavy heart. You prayed that maybe fate could be changed just this once. You knew it was a stretch, but you hoped you would be heard.

Unfortunately, your prayers were not heard. The next sunrise, you sat in the Capital, broken-hearted and alone, mourning the loss of your significant other and three best friends.

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lilac-den · 3 years

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Hi, how are you? Are you taking care of yourself? Did you get enough sleep and drink water? (sorry for so many questions, but I truly want to know, also get enough sleep and water)

I have a test in-checks time-9 and a half hours. I'm fucked XD

But for real: I'm good. I had the worst insomnia yesterday, and tonight has been a doozy XD I got to eat Texas Chicken and show my friend some good games (you know who you are - HI).

How are you tho? Never thought I'd ask an anon this, and it may be silly to expect a response - but don't forget to drink water, eat food and keep your chin up on a rainy day - even a drizzle is refreshing at times.

#authortalk #sweet anon #just rambles

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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Hey,

It’s a rant - feel free to ignore. Tw: anxiety/insomnia

Still the mental exhaustion takes a toll. I haven’t exactly been diagnosed with insomnia but idk at this point. Is it the anxiety or insomnia idk.I’m just really exhausted! Like I know I wanna be in the med field so I’m prepping for my med school entrance. But then if I don’t get it - a back up plan I applied for B. Sc (in the hopes that I won’t get in coz I really don’t want to do B.Sc) but well I did and uni is starting from day after. And then there’s the exam in less than a month and abroad uni applications after that - it’s just exhausting and not only that it’s like what if I end up getting nothing - how long will I keep trying? Coz if I don’t get in med/abroad uni then it’s B.Sc and really don’t wanna do that. The worst is it’s taking away my mind from preparing for med school entrance and that’s making me anxious. It’s a vicious cycle.

Sorry this became a rant but I just kinda needed to tell someone.

- Anthony Anon

Hey lovely,

I'm sorry I took so long to reply, I was working on my formative assignment and I had to concentrate on that, but no, I won't ignore it.

I have added my reply below the keep reading option since it became quite long :)

Anxiety can be a side effect to insomnia, and insomnia can be a side effect to anxiety but they are not limited to each other. You can have both at the same time for very different or connected reasons. If you are anxious about your studies, it could very well be a part of why you are struggling to sleep though. Sometimes you exhaust all your energy with your studies and worrying over getting into your preferred uni, that it's overwhelming you. And frankly, sometimes it's a stupid thing to say that you have to be tired to sleep, because once you exhaust yourself, your brain goes into overdrive and actually makes it even more difficult for your to fall asleep which as a vicious cycle makes it hard for your to overcome your anxiety, because it simply adds one more reason to worry about.

I know exactly what you mean. I didn't get into my preferred uni and it didn't even depend on me. Because of covid, they cancelled the course which made me throw a tantrum. But love, try to focus on one thing at a time. There's no solution to this, these are trying to times and unfortunately it will make you even more anxious. If I were you, I would try to focus on prepping for the med school entrance and leave the rest for later. I know it's not that easy, you can't just push the rest of your plans in the back of your mind, but worrying over what-ifs will make you feel even worse. Try to prepare for your exams and whenever your mind wonders, push the thoughts away. I know it sounds ridiculous but it worked for me so it might just work for you. Imagine it like physically pushing your thoughts away, like a camera where the focus is off and you have to adjust it. Whenever your mind wonders, shake your head if you need to, massage your temple, drink a glass of water, distract yourself for just a moment and then focus back on what you were doing. Don't let yourself wonder.

I have to tell you though, these are only personal experiences, so I'm not sure if they will work for you, since there are so many different people, but it is worth a try. You shouldn't exhaust yourself further or you will just feel even worse and you can't let that happen.

I really hope you will feel better, love, but most of all, I believe you can make your dreams come true, just don't let your focus waver. I'm rooting for you, darling <3

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Stuck In My Head

Summary: Anon request- Idk if you've written anything about the quarantine yet? Idk if you feel comfortable right because weird topic. But I feel like Cal has been posting a lot about his mental health during this and it might be cool to explore like living along side him dealing with your own (this was the worst worded request I've ever submitted I'm sorry)

A/N: If you’re struggling, please reach out. I think it’s easy to feel alone, especially now. But please don’t listen to the voice in your head. You are not alone. And you are not bothering anyone. In fact, hearing from you makes our day.

Content: Mental health awareness.

Word Count: 1.4k

And away, and away we go!

Melody stared blankly at the television screen. The words “Stay at home order” should have hit deeper. But all she could think about was that it was a good idea Calum had run out to the store.

“Geez it’s like a zoo out there,” Calum announced while the women continued to stare blankly as Governor Newsom continued his speech about his plans for California during these “troubling times.”

“Uh… Mel? Little help?” Calum asked, snapping his roommate out of her daze.

“Shit, sorry,” she apologized, rushing over to help him with the groceries.

“The news say anything?”

“Stay at home order. God knows for how long.”

“Shit, no wonder the stores were all packed.”

“Yeah. How’s this gonna work for your album next week?”

“Fuck…” The question was enough to stop his actions of unpacking the shopping bags. “Fuck..” he repeated. “We’ll figure something out. Probably last minute, but we’ll figure it out. What does this mean for you? You had that photoshoot planned, didn’t you?”

Melody nodded as they put the last of the groceries away. “Yeah, I’ll have to call my agency, and see what’s going on with that.”

“Well don’t stress too much about it,” Calum told her. “I mean, I know you. I know you’re gonna stress about it. But try not to do it too much.”

Melody rolled her eyes. “Yeah I’ll try not to be too torn up over how now sitting on ass is a contribution to society. Every introvert's dream come true.”

Calum chuckled. “I’m just sayin’. If you need me, I’m here. Same as always.”

~~~

Again, Melody was staring blankly at the television screen. The noise was soothing even though she couldn’t focus on the show. She hadn’t been able to focus on much in the last month since quarantine hit. Her job was on hiatus until further notice, and while there was plenty for her to do around the house, she couldn’t bring herself to enjoy it the way she once had.

During the first week she had tried to settle into a routine to keep some semblance of normalcy. But as the days dragged by, time became almost irrelevant. Most nights were spent staring up at her ceiling, watching the fan spin in circles. It took effort to drag herself out of bed before noon. Still, she fought to go through the motions. But it was hard when there was no real reason to. While logically she knew she could get in her car and go visit her friends the way Calum had done with Michael, the excuse of not was heavier than her want. What was there to talk about that couldn’t be said through text anyway? She wanted to see her friends so she could go out with them. But there was nowhere to go out to. And it wasn’t like she didn’t have company because Calum was stuck at home just like she was.

Calum, she was beginning to realize, was the only reason she was bothering putting herself through the paces. She might be sleeping late and wandering around with a blank expression, but at least she was showering, wearing clothes other than sweats, and eating. So she supposed she could be doing a whole lot worse.

But Calum had been right. With the world quiet, there was nothing to drown out the screaming in her mind. Her thoughts swirled angrily in her head and the only relief came through sleep, which of course had been evading her. She had always dealt with insomnia, but having no real routine made it that much worse. She could be on the verge of falling asleep, but it was like the second her head hit the pillow and she finally closed her eyes, she found her energy. Only it wasn’t energy to do anything besides stay awake. Awake and listening to the thoughts.

~~~

Melody watched as the ceiling fan spun around in a hypnotizing circle, jealous that it was moving, unlike her. It had been almost ten weeks now and she was just as lost as she had been when this started. Logically she knew there was nothing for her to worry about. Calum and her were healthy. They all had more money than they knew what to do with. Groceries and other things were being shipped to their doorstep. There was nothing actually wrong. But no amount of talking on the phone with her family and friends, or taking Duke out for small walks around the neighborhood with Calum was enough to shake the feeling of emptiness. Like everything was pause, but it was only on pause for her. Her roommate had managed to stay plenty busy with his music in spite of everything coming to a complete standstill. And while she knew that had nothing to do with her, she couldn’t stop the comparison no matter how hard she tried.

If you need me, I’m here. Same as always.

“Even at… 2:47 am, Cal?” she whispered in the dark as she climbed out of bed.

She paused outside of his bedroom door, debating. It was late. He was probably fast asleep. She should probably just go back to her own room and try again to fall asleep. “Cal?” she asked, her voice low as she entered the dark bedroom. “Cal, are you awake?”

She heard the jingle of Duke’s collar as the dog woke up to readjust himself on the bed. Calum’s arm moved out from under the covers, patting around beside him. “Duke, go back to sleep,” he grumbled, still more or less fully asleep.

“Cal, it’s me,” Melody told him, moving further into the bedroom.

“Mel,” Calum acknowledged as he yawned. “Just Mel, Duke.”

“Cal, scooch over,” she directed as she swallowed her hesitation and edged herself onto his bed.

“Mel, shh. I’m sleepin’,” Calum scolded lightly, but he rolled over in his sleep, allowing her to curl up next to him.

“Keep sleeping, then,” she whispered at him.

Again, he rolled over in his sleep, his arm falling across her. He startled awake, not expecting to find a body there. “Fuck, Mel! Way to give a guy a heart attack! What are you doing in here? Some watchdog you are, Duke…” His voice lost the heaviness of sleep as he worked himself awake with his rambling.

Melody stared up at Calum’s ceiling, watching the fan make its rounds, feeling stupider by the second.

“Mel?” Calum prompted after a good minute or two of silence. “Everything okay?”

“Can’t sleep.”

“Mmm, so bothering me seemed like a good idea?”

Melody rolled her eyes and pushed into his shoulder, his chuckle a deep rumble. “You said you were here if I needed you, yeah?”

“Course.”

“Well I need you.”

He shifted in bed to sit up against the headboard, draping an arm across her shoulder. “Took you long enough.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, leaning against his shoulder.

“You were going off the deep end before this started.”

“And you didn’t think to say anything?”

He shrugged. “If I approached you, you would get defensive, and retreat further inside yourself.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.”

“So what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Feeling like a failure. Like no matter how fast I move towards my future, I still feel like I’m getting left behind somehow. Like what I'm doing doesn’t measure up to what other people my age are doing.”

“And with the world at a standstill, you don’t have the noise to silence that voice.”

“Exactly. I mean, I’m cooped up in here for days on end. With nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. And as much as I know that voice is wrong, there’s nothing to dispute it. And it feels weird to complain that I feel useless and helpless when I know that there are people out there who are actually struggling. People who can’t make ends meet even when they did have jobs to go to.”

“Okay, but that’s not how pain works. You’re allowed to hurt, too.”

“But I don’t want to hurt, Cal. That's the whole problem. I don’t want to feel like this.”

“Well, what do you want?”

“I don’t know. This maybe? To be held by someone I know cares about me.”

“Touch-starved?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, good. So am I.” He shifted one last time to lay down on his side, pulling Melody’s back to his chest. “Do you mind?”

“No, not at all. This is…” her voice choked around the words, cutting off her sentence.

Calum’s chin rubbed in her hair as he nodded. “I know. I got you, and you got me, right?”

“Always, Cal, always.”

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captainmullin · 4 years

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oyoyoyo? I see a GBF writing blog here! Even though the game has quite a large fanbase, there aren’t many writing blogs for it, I think? So it’s always awesome when I find one! Can I request HCs for Cain, Ayer and Feather with a Captain!reader that has insomnia, or just a lot of trouble to fall asleep? // PS. Good luck on the blog!

wahhhh thank you so so much anon!! I'm really blown away with how little writing blogs there are for gbf, so I'm vv happy to supply!~

Captain!Reader will always be gender neutral unless requested otherwise!

Cain/Captain + Insomnia

Not his first rodeo with dealing with insomnia - he has his spells of sleeplessness, along with dealing with Leona's on nights when her emotions get the best of her.

Seeing the Captain out and about at night was unusual though. In the empty halls of the Idelva palace, Cain watched from a distance as you hummed softly to a melody unknown to his ears; pacing the length of the corridor.

"Now... what are you doing up?" He murmurs into your ear, wrapping his arms around your torso. "Restless?"

"Cain?" Your voice is impossibly soft, as if you were afraid to speak, "What are you doing awake?"

"I was getting a drink. Then I heard the most wonderful song... (Name), you can talk to me."

You frown slightly, pursing your lips into a thin line: "Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you-"

"Don't worry about that!" He shushes you with a quick peck to the lips. "Let me take you back to your room and we can figure out what's keepin' you up."

The two of you end up falling asleep in each other's arms after talking for a couple hours - the weight of the world didn't seem so heavy with Cain by your side.

Ayer/Captain + Insomnia

Someone walking down the hallway is what awoke Ayer in the dead of night on the Grandcypher. He scowled and rubbed his tired eyes, exhausted from the previous day's training. Sitting up in bed, Ayer made his way to his door when a quiet knock broke the silence.

Ayer made another face of displeasure but his expression changed to one of shock when he saw the captain standing before him.

"Um-?" Ayer began, confused and a little concerned as to why you were there in the dead of night. You just pushed past him and sat on his bed, rubbing your temples.

"I can't sleep." You pout slightly.

"Oh." Was all Ayer could say, closing the door behind him. "Is there... anything I can do?"

You think for a few moments before replying: "Can you tell me a story?"

Ayer nearly took a double take at the request, his ears going red. "What?"

"I like hearing your voice, Ayer." You said, giving him a a tired smile. "Please?"

"...Alright."

The rest of the night passed peacefully, with the tale of a brave captain and their partner traveling the skies upon Ayer's lips.

Feather/Captain + Insomnia

It wasn't your intention to wake anyone up when you snuck into the Grandcypher's kitchens one night - and you could've swore you were quiet unlocking the door - but you ended up running into Feather.

He wasn't the worst person to run into, but...

"Huh? (Name), what're you doin' here? It's so late!"

"Quiet, Feather!" You hush him. "I should be asking you the same question..."

"What? (Name), don't be like that..." Feather shoots you a smile: "I bet you're here to get the leftovers from Lowain's cooking, right?"

You sigh and sit down at a table. I never understand what's going through your head... Feather takes a seat next to you, patting your back.

"What's going on?" He asks. You explain that you can't sleep and had heard that warm milk or tea might help your ailments. Feather brightens up once more and immediately gets to making the necessary drinks.

Once you've finished your milk, Feather drags you out onto the deck of the Grandcypher.

"Fresh air might help! How're you feelin'?"

"Much better. Thank you, Feather!"

Apologies if anything is OOC! Thanks for reading!

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