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multi-kpop-fanfics · 1 year
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tw: soft dom bf!wonwoo, fem!reader, fingering, making out, mentions of fatigue and stress, established relationship!au
minors dni or you'll be blocked on sight.
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Morning is already here and you hate it.
You know it's Saturday, but you wish you would still be asleep because you really need to sleep right now.
The fatigue and stress have accumulated over the week and you can feel your body barely able to move - partially thanks to your boyfriend's body being pressed to yours.
You groan quietly, but it's enough to stir Wonwoo awake, shifting his arm from your waist to cup your cheek.
"Good morning, love"
"Good morning, Woo" you croak out, "Sleep well?"
"Mmm, I did" he murmurs, voice still influenced from sleep, "But you were restless all night - Did you have any nightmares?" he worriedly asks you.
"No, I just.....Ugh, the labs were so long and stressful and I haven't made any real progress and I-"
"Shh, it's okay baby, it's okay" Wonwoo hugs you close to his torso, "I know you're stressed about it but you deserve a break - don't you think you should enjoy it?" he looks at you with a small smile and your heart feels like it's gonna jump out of your chest.
You press your lips on Wonwoo's, catching him off guard with a low hum, throwing your leg over his hip, his hand caressing your thigh.
"Wonwoo, please, I need you" you whine breathlessly on his mouth, your hand fisting the silk fabric of his sleeping shirt, one of the buttons falling open.
"Are you sure, love? I don't want to hu-"
"Please, just your fingers are enough" you beg him, your other hand pulling his wrist between your legs and under your pajamas.
"Can't deny you when you're asking so nicely, fuck" Wonwoo curses as he slides his fingers out, licking his pads and putting them back on your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
"Babe you're not even wet yet" he comments, "I could hurt you"
"You won't, Woo, I trust you" you kiss his jawline, small moans leaving your mouth as you slowly rock your hips against his hand, hoping you'll feel some of your slick soon enough.
"You trust I can make your pussy all wet with just my fingers, Y/N? Is that what you mean?" he kisses your neck sloppily, his middle finger massaging your entrance.
"Mmmh, that's exactly it, Woo, you're so smart" you moan in response, biting your bottom lip when you feel your hole clench around nothing, your slick finally starting to seep out of you - in rather generous amounts.
"Jackpot" Wonwoo chuckles, spreading your wetness all over your pussy and he effortlessly slides his middle finger in you, burying it to the hilt.
"Fuck, I missed this..." you whine, gripping Wonwoo's bicep as he thrusts his slender digit in your cunt, the pent up frustration and the coil in your stomach tightening up inexplicably fast.
"Shit, you're already close?" Wonwoo's breath is fanning over your neck and you nod fervently, your hips rocking harder against his hand.
A few more thrusts later and you're coming undone in your boyfriend's arms, your hands gripping his shirt, face buried in his chest as you try to calm down from a high you hadn't experienced in a rather long time. You can barely hear his voice, calling you his good girl and helping you ride out the rest of your orgasm.
A few minutes pass and your heavy pants and moans have subsided, your breathing back to normal.
"You with me, love?" Wonwoo caresses your hair.
"Yeah...Always" you huff, "Although I actually feel sleepy right now"
"Don't worry your pretty big brain about it, baby" he kisses your forehead.
"Saturday mornings are meant for sleeping in, after all."
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babeydollx · 2 years
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could you write a soft fic with Billy Hargrove? maybe just them laying in bed together snuggling and stuff?
Late Night Snuggles
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Warnings: cursing, stressed reader, reader and Billy have been apart, not 18+ but, there is still one small sex reference. Still fluffy though.
Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Female Reader
Summary: In which Billy and Y/N have a quiet night of snuggling together.
a/n: this could easily be terrible and honestly it's probably not going to be the best because I am very out of practice for writing fluff. This is my first Billy fic but, this was kind of hard for me to write so, I apologize lmao.
© Maybanks-Luver, please do not steal or translate my work
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You were laying on your bed waiting for Billy to finish showering. You hadn't been able to see him all day so you were really looking forward to just being able to see him and be with him. The two of you had been so busy over the past week that the two of you barely had any time to just talk.
Billy had got out of the shower, dried off and then came out to see you. You immediately smiled when you saw him, rolling over onto your side so you could see him better.
"Hey, baby." He said with a grin when he saw you laying there. You just giggled and made grabby hands, wanting him to come over and snuggle with you. He smiled and walked over before laying down in bed and pulling you into his arms. "Mm.. I missed you." You said with a smile and giggled softly as you nuzzled his chest. He smiled, letting out a chuckle as he held you close.
"I miss you too, babe." He said. You smiled and removed your head from his chest, now looking up at his gorgeous face. You reached your hand up and gently stroked his cheek with your thumb and smiled. He smiled back at you. "God, you're so beautiful when you smile like that." He said with a grin.
"Thank you." You said softly as you flashed him another small smile. He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. It had been a long time since you got to have soft, sweet moments like this with Billy. Everything had just been so chaotic over the past few weeks. It was nice just to be able to be in his arms for one with no interruptions, no worries, nothing. Just pure love.
"I'm so glad that I finally get to see you.." You said softly. "I know, I feel like we never get any time together anymore." Billy sighed. You held onto him tighter, never wanting to let him go again. His touch was soft as he gently caressed your arm making you giggle softly. You smiled and leaned up, kissing him on the cheek lovingly. Billy smiled when you did so. "I love you.." You said softly as you looked up at him. "I love you too, doll." He said as he kissed your forehead.
"So, how has everything been going since you started college?" He asked. You just sighed and rested your head on Billy's shoulder. "I mean, it's been okay. The work has been getting harder and I'm just scared of flunking. My parents have kinda been on my back about school and shit." You huffed. He frowned and kissed your head. "I'm sorry about that." He sighed. "I'm sure that you will end up passing with flying colors though." Billy said with a smile.
"Thanks." You said with a small smile and kissed his hand. "But really, try not to stress about it too much. I know it's easier said than done but, the stress isn't going to help at all." Billy said. "I know.." You sighed. "Y'know.." He said with a smile as he rolled the two of you over so you were under him. "Hm?" You asked. "I think I know the perfect way to help decrease your stress." Billy said with a small smirk. Knowing just what he meant by that, you grinned. "I'm down if you are." You said with a smirk. "Oh baby, I'm always down for that." He smiled and kissed you lovingly.
a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic!
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madamefluffnstuff · 27 days
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Now We're Stressed Out
Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online
Pairing: Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige
Rating: K
Warning(s): Daily life stresses, Vestige is generally burnt out. Bastian and the Vestige are in an established relationship and thus share a bed.
Words: 1,028
AN: I think I had started this one around the holidays (which makes too much sense tbh), but this week I've been having Not A Good Time (TM), so I finished it up.
(Don't worry, I'm feeling much better now! Just had a rough week is all ^^)
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"What's that you're reading?"
Bastian paused his walk to the inn wardrobe and craned his neck to try and see what the Vestige was looking at. The way the desk was placed meant her back was turned to him, and her slightly hunched posture didn't help either.
"A letter," was the blunt reply.
"Who's it from?"
"...Lyranth."
He made a face; the Dremora, while undoubtedly a helpful ally, had a tendency to be rather... demanding. And be very cryptic with those demands. And then tease mercilessly when all was said and done. A trait which grated on his nerves on more than one occasion.
Not that he'd be foolish enough to voice those thoughts out loud, of course.
"She's asking for a "favor"", the Vestige continued, an icy bitterness lacing her voice.
"You do realize there will most likely be strings attached, right?" Bastian responded dryly as he picked out a change of sleep clothes.
The Vestige nodded. "Not to mention this is the fourth letter this week that someone has asked me for help."
"Fourth?"
"Yep..."
He was quiet as that information sunk in: she always had a hard time telling people "no", and turning down those who needed help. That was something they had in common. They wanted to save everyone they could. But they couldn't be everywhere at once.
"I just... ARGH!" she screamed in frustration, slightly starting him as she did. "Why can't things just stay fixed!? Why does everyone need *me* to help them all the time!? Why can't people fix their own problems-" her voice cracked as her eyes welled with angry tears.
She had reached a breaking point. All the recent frustrations and grievances finally boiled over as she lost her temper. She was exhausted, stretched thin, and burnt out. Had her companion realized this sooner, Bastian might have done something to help relieve her burdens. He felt a little guilty for not realizing it sooner.
"It's not your fault," he reminded her gently as he approached her. "You can't expect yourself to solve everyone's problems on your own. They need to help themselves sometimes as well."
"But all of these people... so many ask me for help. Sure, they pay me, but do they ever ask *me* if *I* need help? Of course not..."
Bastian reached over her shoulder and, as gently as he could, removed the letter from her trembling hands. He made his way around the chair, picked up a book sitting on the corner of the desk, and slid the paper under said book. Out of sight, out of mind, as a wise mage once said. Firm but patient hands found their way onto The Vestige's shoulders.
"Come on. Away from the desk."
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing her tired eyes. Bastian gave her shoulders a soft squeeze. After a moment, she realized she truly was in no position to argue or protest. The Vestige gave another heavy sigh and stood up, allowing her companion to guide her away from her work station.
"Alright. Lay down for a minute," Bastian moved the bed covers for her. "I'll see if the innkeeper has something to help you relax."
As the sound his footsteps faded into the hallway, the Vestige felt herself to sink into the soft blankets. This was one of the nicer inns they had been to, especially the beds. Very plush and soft. She sat up to rearrange the pillows to her liking before plopping herself back down. The silence was unexpectedly peaceful, lulling her into a calm as her mind began to settle.
It only took a few minutes for Bastian to return from his errand. As the door opened, The Vestige immediately smelled hot tea. She perked up as he approached the bed. He smiled, "You're already looking better."
She smiled back. "Just a bit."
He offered a hand to help her sit up, which she graciously accepted. As the Vestige swung her legs over the edge of the bed, he passed her the cup and sat down next to her. She let out a contented sigh as she inhaled the sweet scent of the beverage. Bastian rested his hand on her leg and gave it a soothing pat. "You alright?"
A nod.
"You sure?"
Another nod.
He watched her carefully as she drank deeply, without blowing on it. A mix of concern and amusement spread across Bastian's face as he waited for a reaction- she just downed a near boiling drink. When she did not react, only stared at the adjacent wall unblinking, he slowly nodded and assumed she'd be fine.
Bastian quietly cleared his throat. "I'm sorry you got to this point," he apologized. "If I had realized sooner I would have helped you."
"You don't need to apologize, love," the Vestige assured him in kind. "I should have asked for help sooner."
They sat in a comfortable quiet while she finished her tea. Once she had, Bastian suggested they go to bed early. Some extra sleep would do them both good.
"No, no, I can't right now. I need to think of how to tell Lyranth-"
"All right, look," Bastian said, putting his hands back on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. "It's late. You're exhausted. You're stressed to Oblivion. And you need to sleep. Forget about all of that for right now."
"But, I-"
"No "but's". You've done enough." His hands slid soothingly down her arms, wrapping around her own hands in a protective manner. "You need to be more gentle with yourself..."
She was silent for a long moment before sighing and admitting he was right.
It didn't take long for them to get comfortable under the blankets- Bastian even went and found an extra one for her so she could "nest" into the covers. The Vestige nestled herself into his arms as he pulled her close, resting his chin on her head. A heavy exhalation of relief escaped her lips; she was safe. She had a support system. She would figure this out in due time.
"Promise me you'll ask for help next time?" Bastian murmured into her hair.
"I promise."
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Tag List: @lithiumrev, @arisenlicious, @alaxon, please let me know if you want to be added because I've never had a tag list before and I don't know who to put in it. ;A;
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peanut-tyrug · 2 months
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[9 Fanfic] Singing among the Stars
One must learn to see past their mistakes, and take them as learning opportunities, learn to like making mistakes.
TRIGGER WARNING: This fic contains stress, a fear of other ppl’s opinions/stage fright, and anxiety. If you aren’t comfortable with these things, please don’t read this.
Despite the chaos in the world, you can still find happiness within it.
Something that felt almost impossible to come by.
All while the war between man and it’s creations goes on outside, three little ragdolls; 3, 4, and 5, reside inside a small abandoned theatre.
It was late in the night. The silence of the world creeped around the state. It’s terrifying, yet soothing. Despite the calm, the storm is soon to be raging on again.
“3? 4?” 5 calls out. “You ready for bed?”
5 scours around for the two hooded twins, but they seem nowhere to be found… where did they go?
…They didn’t leave, did they?
As 5 peaks behind a small curtain, he spots the twins.
“There you are!” Says 5, relieved. “What’re you doing in—“
5 cuts himself off as he looks up at the projected image coming from a nearby projector. He stares up, just as the twins are.
The film being played is that of a man sitting on a small stool. He appears to be playing the guitar, and singing. The man’s soothing and timbre sound echos through the small room. He even appears to be playing in the same theatre the ragdolls were in.
5 couldn’t help but stare at the man. He was completely awestruck. He had never seen or heard something so wonderful.
It was inspiring.
The twins then looks back to see 5. They move back a bit, startled. They, very much, were not ready for bed. They eventually relax as they notice 5’s lack of movement.
5 smiles a bit. “…Actually,” He begins. “We can stay up a bit longer.”
5 then walks to the twins and sits by them, happily looking up at the film, that same smile still plastered on his face. The twins also look back up, smiling.
The elder of the three dolls continues to remain awestruck. Inspired…
…5 wants to do that…
It’s been years.
Years since 5 and the twins had to flee the theatre due to a sudden attack on the area. Years since 5 and the twins met others of their kin. Years since 5 and the twins joined their kin in a cathedral, a sanctuary, fit for them.
…Years since 5 had gotten injured during the war.
He had lost an eye.
It wasn’t something another of the kin couldn’t fix, however.
With the help of 2, a kind healer and inventor, 5 was able to be patched up and adjust to his one eye. He actually prefers having one over two now.
After that, 2 and 5’s relationship blossomed. 2 became 5’s mentor, 5 became 2’s pupil. They had a relationship that resembled that of a father and his son.
They did many things together. They built a Watchtower at the top of the sanctuary together. They built a telescope together.
They normally created and built things together. Although, 5 begins to change this pattern…
2 works silently in the workshop he had cobbled together. It was a workplace for himself and his apprentice, where they both normally worked. Where 2 would teach 5.
5 slowly enters the workshop, pulling back the fabric entrance and letting himself in. He slowly approaches 2, not wanting to disturb him.
“…Hey, 2?” 5 asks. “Can I use some of the supplies you have?”
2 looks away from his work and back to 5, a smile on his face. “Of course you can! Why do you ask?”
5 hesitates to answer. “…I wanna make something with them.” He says.
2’s eyes light up. “Ah, I see!” He says. He slowly gets up from his seat. “Would you need any help from me?”
“No.” Says 5, smiling a bit. “I think I got it.”
“I see.” Says 2, smiling as he sits back down. He’s proud of 5, he’s come so far. “Enjoy yourself.”
“I will.” Says 5, still smiling.
5 walks over to a small pile of cut wooden planks stashed in a small corner of the workshop. The planks already had some pre-drilled holes in them. He digs the pile them and finds a few pieces. He then scours through a few drawers to find some strings, small pieces of wire, metal, and broken nails. 2 watches as 5 leaves, carrying the supplies in his arms.
2 wonders what 5 could be working on. Just thinking about it makes his smile grow wider. This was 5’s first time making something on his own.
He knew 5 had come very far.
5 sits in the Watchtower all on his own. The cool breeze blowing against his burlap face and the roof of the tower. He quietly works with the materials he had gotten. It all seems so peaceful. As he works, his mind wanders.
5’s mind quickly begins to focus on a memory of old. One that was striking to his soul. Inspiring to his mind. Something that had left him so awestruck.
That old film he and the twins had seen so long ago. That man playing the guitar and singing in that very abandoned theatre.
He never had the time or ability to actually bring that aspiration to light. Not until now.
He’s already connected the wires to the nails and metal and placed them inside a longer piece of wood. He’s even connected the planks.
It’s almost done.
He slowly wraps the strings around the bits of metal and the end of the longer plank and connects them to the bottom of his makeshift creation. After several minutes, maybe even an hour, he eventually finishes connecting the last string.
5 looks at his creation with a large smile planted on his face.
A little guitar.
It was rickety, but it could very likely work as it was supposed to.
5 recalls how the guitarist in the film held the instrument. He keeps it gently in his grasp and slowly moves his fingers toward the strings.
He strums.
He smiles wide.
…It worked…
…It actually worked!
5’s smile widens. He couldn’t believe it had actually worked! He begins to fiddle with the guitar a bit more, his smile never wavering. He excitedly fiddles with the strings and strums, not really trying to make a rhythm or melody, just having fun.
5 chuckles to himself. He almost couldn’t believe he had done this all on his own.
He then looks up to the sky beyond the Watchtower. The sun is beginning to set. The sky is painted in a beautiful gradient of warm and cool colors, ranging from a comforting red to a soothing purple. A few stars begin to pop in as the sun inches toward the horizon’s edge.
5 pulls a chair toward the Watchtower’s telescope and sets himself in front of it, looking into the great beyond of the barren and dead Emptiness ahead of the cathedral.
The one-eyed doll relaxes, taking a deep breath, and closes his eye. He begins to try and recreate the melody from the guitarist. It happened so long ago, yet it felt so fresh in his memory…
5’s fingers brush against strings almost effortlessly… he begins to hum that same song he heard…
“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”
“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”
“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”
“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the—“
*Pluck!*
…Wrong note…
…5 recollects himself. He inhales, exhales, and starts again…
“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”
“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”
“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”
“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the—“
*Pluck!*
…Again?
“…Come on…” 5 quietly grumbles. He sighs, and looks into the darkening sky…
…Come on, you can do it…
5 sighs and closes his eyes once again…
“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”
“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
“…I’m singing among the stars…”
“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
“…5?” A voice asks.
5 is suddenly knocked out of his headspace. He jolts and shouts into the air as he swirls back to face the source of the voice, his face scrunched in terror and embarrassment.
…His embarrassment, unfortunately, doesn’t waver.
He sees 2, standing in the lift that allowed entrance to the Watchtower. His face displays that of complete astonishment and amazement, his eyes wide and mouth agape. He simply had no words.
“…2…” 5 says pathetically. “…You scared me…”
2 appears to still be awestruck. A smile slowly creeps up his face. He begins to clasp his hands and clap, happily laughing a bit.
5 looks down in embarrassment. “…Was it that bad…?” He asks.
“No, no! Not at all, my boy!” Says 2, still chuckling. “It was wonderful! Spectacular! Smashing! Absolutely smashing!” He continues to chuckle, happiness and excitement completely overtaking him.
5 looks up to 2 a bit, almost unable to believe what he heard. “…Really?” He asks.
“Yes! Yes, splendid!” Says 2, exiting the lift and placing a hand on 5’s shoulder. “It was spectacular! I never knew you could sing like that! And that guitar, very well made!” He says, glancing at 5’s guitar and analyzing it.
“…Thank you.” Says 5, smiling a bit. His smile quickly wavers however. “…How much of that did you hear?”
“Not much.” Says 2, a smile still plastered on his face. “I heard you on the way up. I watched, and quickly saw how much fun you were having.”
5’s smile then returns. He chuckles. “…I was.” He says.
“You should display that talent to the others!” 2 suggests. “I’m certain they would love to hear it.”
5 appears taken aback, not certain of such a decision. “…I think 8 will make fun of me.” He says pathetically. “And what of 1? He’ll probably say no.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about them.” Says 2. “You don’t have to show them. You can just show everyone else. And if 8 or 1 says anything disrespectful, if they are to find out about it, I’ll be certain to show them my feelings.” He says with confidence and enthusiasm.
“…What if they don’t like it?” 5 asks.
“I’m certain they will like it.” Says 2. “You have an amazing voice. You’re wonderful at the guitar too. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
“I’m still rusty though.” Says 5.
“Then practice!” Says 2. “That is what you did when I taught you, isn’t that right?”
“…Yes.” Says 5, smiling slightly.
“Exactly.” Says 2. “Just try to practice. You’ll be alright. If you need assistance, let me know, okay?”
A smile further creeps up on 5’s face. “I will.” He says.
“Great.” Says 2, patting his apprentice’s shoulder.
5 continues to smile as 2 walks toward the wire balcony of the Watchtower. “What’d you come up here for?” He asks.
“To stargaze.” Says 2. “Care to join me, 5?” He asks, turning back to 5.
5’s smile continues to stay on his face. “Sure.” He says.
5 sets the guitar near a small clipboard and walks up to the balcony beside 2. The mentor and apprentice look into the sky, gazing upon the twinkling stars as the darkness of the night creeps over the barren land.
5 can’t help but be utterly inspired by the scene before him. He watches as the colors of sunset fade and the stars become more clear. The sky quickly becomes taken up by various stars and other celestial objects that the Stitchpunks couldn’t name.
“It’s awe inspiring, isn’t?” 2 asks.
“…Yeah.” Says 5.
It’s quiet. Peacefully quiet.
2 silently and soundly sleeps nearby the clipboard, sitting upon a bench with his back against the wall. His vision displays a calming darkness. His mind is away in the realm of sleep.
…Until the sudden plucking of strings is heard.
2 opens his eyes a bit and blinks. He groans a little, sounding groggy. He slowly looks up to the source of the plucking.
2 sees 5, sitting by the telescope, plucking at his guitar strings. He’s trying to make a melody, practicing.
2 clears his throat before speaking. “I see you’re practicing.” He says.
5 jumps a bit at the sudden voice, but quickly calms when he realizes the it’s origin. He looks up to 2. “Yeah.” He says.
“Have you slept at all?” 2 asks.
“I did.” 5 replies. “I’ve been up for a bit. Sorry that I woke you.”
“No, no, you’re alright.” Says 2. “Do you need assistance with anything?”
“Not really.” Says 5. “Do you know how to play the guitar?”
“No,” 2 replies. “But I can help if you aren’t feeling confident.”
5 smiles. “I appreciate that.” He says. “I’ll tell you if I need anything.”
2 nods as he slowly gets up from the bench and heads to the lift. “I’m going down to the workshop.” He says. “I’ll leave you be.”
“Thanks.” 5 replies, smiling up to his mentor.
“You are very welcome.” 2 responds. “Have fun.”
“I will.” Says 5 as he watches 2 descend.
5 then continues to pluck at the guitar strings, quickly regaining the melody and rhythm he had from the night prior. He turns to look into the dull depths of the Emptiness. Despite the dark and lifeless world 5 and his colleagues live in, it still gives him motivation, confidence, to move forward with his practicing. That which is lifeless, gives him contentment.
“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
It’s later in the day. 5 stands within the lift, descending down to the throne room. Not to greet 1 or 8, no… he needs to see 6 and the twins.
5 brings the lift to a halt and stares upon the desolate throne room. 8 shoots a look at the apprentice, so does 1. 8 appears on guard, 1 appears irritated by the appearance of the apprentice. 5 tries not to stare either of them in the eyes as he exits the lift and scuffles into the little corner where the prophet and twins resided.
5 quietly moves into the dark corner, it’s hard to see. The only lights being from the faint flickering lights from the twins.
“Hey.” 5 whispers a bit.
The three dolls quickly turn back. The twins smile and scurry over to 5 and hug him tightly. The apprentice chuckles with glee. “Hey 3, 4!” He whispers happily. They eventually separate.
“I need to speak with you.” Says 5. Each of them tilt their heads in curiosity.
“I need you all to meet me in the Watchtower tomorrow night. Just as the sun is beginning to set.” Says 5. “I’ve got a surprise.”
The twins eyes flicker with delight. They both look to each other excitedly and continue to flicker, wondering what 5 could have planned for them. 5 looks to 6, who seems to already know what he’s talking about.
“Don’t tell anyone, 6.” 5 says to the prophet slightly teasingly.
“I won’t.” 6 responds. “I will keep it hidden.”
The twins then scurry over to 6 and sit in front of him, they really want to know what 5 has planned.
“No, no!” 6 whispers. “Not yet. Wait.”
The twins appear to be saddened that they have to wait as their heads droop and their smiles fade. Despite their want to see what 5 has planned, they know they have to wait. They look back to 5, smiling.
“I appreciate the secrecy, 6.” Says 5. “I’ll let 7 know as well, if I can find her. And 3, 4, be good.” 5 then exits the corner as the three dolls wave him farewell.
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5 descends to the level below the throne room. He brings the lift to a halt and steps out into the long hallway leading to 2’s workshop.
He wanted to ask if he had seen 7.
He had looked everywhere for the defender, and hadn’t seen her. As he approaches the workshop, he sees 2, but also someone else…
“…7?” 5 asks as he peaks through the fabric entrance.
2 and 7 turn to face 5. 2 sits at his desk, appearing to be making a kind of spear. 7 stands by his side, as if she was watching him.
“Hello, 5.” Says 2. “What brings you here?”
“I wanted to ask something of 7.” He says.
As 2 processes 5’s words, he quickly realizes what he means.
“What is he on about?” 7 asks, her voice stern.
Before 5 can speak, 2 responds. “It’s something special, 7.”
He knows.
5 doesn’t have to ask a thing.
“He’s right.” Says 5.
7’s nonexistent brows furrow in interest. “What do you got for me?”
“It’s for everyone, except for 1 and 8.” Says 5. “It’s tomorrow night, up in the Watchtower. Just as the sun is setting. You just gotta wait and see.” He says that last sentence teasingly.
“Ah, I see.” Says 7. “I’ll be waiting.”
“I will too.” Says 2, smiling up to 5.
“Good thing.” Says 5. “I’ll let you get back to that spear now.”
“Farewell, 5.” Says 2. “Have fun.”
“Bye!” Says 5 as he leaves the workshop.
5 quietly sits in the Watchtower, plucking at his guitar’s strings. It’s late in the afternoon, the sun slowly reaching the horizon once again. The one-eyed apprentice hums as he plucks, trying to recall the melody.
He was perfectly at peace.
Mostly…
…Until…
*Pluck!*
5 silently grumbles. He tries again, humming to himself once more.
*Pluck!*
…What’s going on?
Why is he suddenly messing up?
5 sits up a bit and looks down at his hands as he strums… the more he messes up, the more uncertain he feels.
…What if he messes up when performing for the others? What if he can’t play the song correctly? What if he just doesn’t know what to do?
The worry eats at 5’s head… he was so confident in himself a moment ago… what was going on?
5’s pace quickens as he strums. No longer is his melody or rhythm steady. It’s quick, hard to keep up with. Incorrect notes are being played as the stress continues to drive through 5’s skull. He can’t help but think it anymore.
“…5?” Says a voice. The unknown figure placing a hand on the apprentice’s shoulder.
5 whirls back around, causing the hand on his shoulder to fall. His eye widens at the figure who has approached him.
He sees 2, worry and concern glossing over his face.
He knows.
“Are you alright?” 2 asks worriedly.
5 struggles to form a sentence. “…I-I— uh..” He stammers.
“You can tell me, 5.” Says 2.
5 continues to stammer, before finally speaking. “…I’m alright.” He says. “I think I just need a break.” He then gets up from his seat and steps the balcony of the Watchtower.
“…Are you sure?” 2 asks.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.” Says 5.
He doesn’t think he needs the help.
2 steps by 5’s side and looks to the barren Emptiness before turning to 5. “You understand that you can tell me if you’re not feeling well, correct?” 2 asks.
“Yeah.” Says 5.
2 nods, but doesn’t say another word, not wanting to push 5 to answer if he doesn’t want to.
5 and 2 look on into the barren lands.
A feeling of uncertainty crosses 5’s heart.
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5 still stands by the balcony while 2 sits at the telescope, asleep. The apprentice peers over to his guitar, brows furrowed sorrowfully. He hobbles over to the instrument and sits nearby his mentor.
He strums once more.
…Eventually…
*Pluck!*
5 sighs.
…It’s gonna be a long night…
The early morning sun peers over the horizon, brining on the warm color gradient that was so admired. The bright sunlight gleams against 2’s optics. His eyes then blink open and lifts his head up a bit. He looks to his side.
He sees 5, his head slumped over and guitar in his limp grasp.
2 frowns and his brows furrow.
…Oh, dear…
Had he slept well?
“5?” 2 whispers gently.
No response.
“…5?” 2 whispers slightly louder, now shaking the apprentice’s shoulder.
5’s eye shoots open and quickly jolts up with a yelp. He breathes hastily. His head darts around, covered in fear. Just as he looks at 2, he begins to relax.
“…Hey, 2.” Says 5, catching his breath. “Did you sleep well?”
“Did you?” 2 asks.
5 averts his gaze, hesitating.
“Don’t you lie to me.” 2 says, voice stern.
5 doesn’t answer, not certain of how. He keeps his gaze averted.
He didn’t sleep well.
“…I’m sorry.” Says 5.
“You’re alright, 5. I’m glad you are at least being honest.” Says 2. “Although, I can tell something is wrong. I believe it needs to be addressed.”
5 doesn’t look like he wants to speak about it. But it needs to be discussed. 2’s brows furrow.
“Grab a chair and sit in front of me.” Says 2. “Keep your guitar nearby.”
5 silently obeys and grabs a nearby wooden chair. He drags it in front of the old inventor, his gaze still averted and his guitar leaning against the chair.
2 places a hand on 5’s shoulder, making the apprentice look up at him. “What’s wrong, 5?” 2 asks. “I want to help you. I can’t bare to see you hurt.”
5 suddenly appears to be overrun with guilt. He averts his gaze once more and sighs before finally speaking. “…I-I… you’re right. I am stressed about my performance…”
2 nods. “How come?” He asks calmly.
“…I’m scared… scared of messing up. I didn’t want to tell you, I thought it would go away.” Says 5. “People are watching me this time. I felt so confident about it at first, but now… I try to get that rhythm and I keep messing up. I hate it… I can’t help but wonder what can’t I—!”
2 suddenly bushes 5, putting his index finger over his lips. “…Mistakes are a part of life, my dear boy.” He says.
“…I’ve never seen you make mistakes.” Says 5.
“That doesn’t mean I haven’t made them!” 2 says with a slight chuckle. “Sometimes I mess up a blueprint or put a part in the wrong place. Sometimes I mess up an entire piece all together! But I know how to enjoy these mistakes.”
5 then seems terribly perplexed. “How are you able to enjoy mistakes?” He asks, sheer yet understandable confusion in his voice.
“They’re learning opportunities, my boy.” Says 2. “Whenever I make a mistake, I see where I need to improve. I see what I need to tighten, loosen, or smack into place. Sometimes I learn something entirely new when I fumble… Can you recall any mistakes you have made?”
“…Uh,” 5 stammers a bit, trying to remember. “Oh! It was something we scrapped— a little catapult? …I didn’t tighten a screw enough and the slinger hit me on the head. It ended up breaking apart…”
“And what did you do after that?” 2 asks.
“I checked and noticed it’s screws weren’t tightened properly.” Says 5. “I tightened everything back up, and learned a bit about checking before testing.”
“Exactly.” Says 2. “You learned something. Anything else?”
“I was stitching up a practice dummy.” Says 5. “The stitching was too loose, so I learned to tighten it up, with your help.”
“See?” 2 asks. “Every time you’ve made a mistake, it has been used as a way to learn from them. So, why can’t learning a song on the guitar be the same?”
5 begins to ponder 2’s question… he almost feels ashamed for having not noticed. 2 notices 5’s shame as the apprentice averts his gaze again.
“Don’t be ashamed of yourself, 5.” Says 2. “You were stressed. You just need to learn to take a step back. And if you mess up, discover where to improve. If you ever need assistance, I am always here to help you.” He places a hand on 5’s shoulder.
5 looks up, smiling at 2, who is also smiling.
5 is happy to have 2.
“…I could use some help actually.” Says 5. “With stress, and also with practice.”
“I will help as much as I am able to.” Says 2. “Try to get that rhythm, take deep breaths.”
5 nods. He looks down to his guitar and takes a deep breath. He closes his eye as he exhales and begins to strum. It takes a moment, but 5 eventually begins to get into an organized rhythm, humming the lyrics. 2 nods proudly.
“…I’m singing among the stars…”
“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the—“
*Pluck!*
5’s brows furrow. He opens his eye and stares down at the strings, saddened. He then feels 2 touch his shoulder. He looks up at his mentor.
“It’s alright.” Says 2. “Take it slow.”
5 smiles and nods. He takes another deep breath.
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
It’s been a day since 5 had spoken with 2.
It was performing day.
5 is doing a lot better. He had spent a decent chunk of the previous afternoon getting assistance from 2. He had given him many helpful pointers that afternoon.
5’s been practicing on his own for awhile, since early in the day. Anytime he began to feel stressed, he tried to reassure himself. He truly hoped the others would like his performance. Any time he messed up, he’d remind himself: It’s all a learning opportunity. Take it slow. You’ll be alright.
The young apprentice then turns to face the barren Emptiness once again. The sky begins to fade into that same warm gradient. A few stars begin to pop into the sky.
It was time.
5 then hears the creaking of the lift. He turns to see the lift coming up to the Watchtower, 2 and the other four dolls he had invited with him. 2 opens up the lift and the twins are the first to exit, scurrying up to 5 and hugging him tightly.
5 chuckles. A wide smile appears on his face. “Hey.” He says to the twins as they separate and he rubs their hoods.
2, 6, and 7 then approach. 7 sits herself on against the wall.
“Let’s see what you got.” Says 7, smiling. As 7 finishes her sentence, 6 and the twins set themselves on the ground just next to 2, who has already taken a seat.
Everyone is looking at him.
Nervousness quickly overcomes 5 as the smile on his face falters a bit.
2 places a hand on 5’s shoulder. A gesture that always seemed to calm 5 down.
“You can do it.” 2 says gently. He removes his hand from the apprentice’s shoulder.
5 looks down at his guitar. He takes a deep breath and closes his eye.
The rhythm and melody quickly comes forth, just as the sun inches to the horizon. More and more stars slowly begin to appear. The sun shines a bright outline onto 5 as he begins to sing…
“…I stare deep, deep in the darkness…”
“…I stare far, far into the emptiness…”
“…It all feels so bland, so bleak, so meek…”
“…And yet, I see the beauty…”
The apprentice’s small audience quickly becomes enthralled, completely immersed in the song as the orange sun glistens.
“…I see it there, just beyond the horizon…”
“…I see you, just beyond that gate…”
“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”
“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”
“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”
“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
“…I’m singing among the stars…”
“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
5 has no idea what happiness and excitement he’s brought onto his audience. They can’t help but be utterly amazed.
“…When you’re gone, it all feels so empty…”
“…When I’m alone, the darkness comes around…”
“…I hate it, yet I love it…”
“…Because I know I’ll get to see you soon…”
“…I get all happy, giddy, and peppy…”
“…Because I know you will return…”
“…I look beyond, into the Great Beyond…”
“…I look ahead, into the land ahead…”
“…Never have I ever, I ever, I ever…”
“…Seen such beauty, such grace…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
“…I’m singing among the stars…”
“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
5’s timbre voice echos through the small Watchtower. Everyone continues to be at ease as 5 enters the song’s end…
“…The darkness can be cruel…”
“…The barren lands can be cold…”
“…But as long as I know that you’ll be there…”
“…I can only wait for you to rise…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
“…I’m singing among the stars…”
“…With every inch, and fiber, and atom of my being…”
“…With everything that makes me, me…”
“…With everything that makes us, us…”
“…With you, I’m singing among the stars…”
5 softly finishes the song, just as the sun completely sets, revealing the deep navy blue sky and bright twinkling stars. He opens his eye and looks upon his completely awestruck audience, a smile on his face.
5 averts his gaze, still smiling. “So… what did you think?” He asks.
Everyone begins to slowly clap, which quickly evolves into an encore. 5’s smile widens.
“I had no idea you could sing like that!” 7 says, awestruck.
“Splendid!” Says 6, clapping his pen nib fingers. The twins eyes flicker brightly as they clap.
“5, my boy!” Says 2, getting to his feet and still clapping. He approaches the apprentice and tightly wraps his arms around him. “You did amazing! Wonderful! Spectacular! Smashing! Absolutely smashing!” He says with breathy chuckle and a wonderfully wide smile. He’s doing a standing ovation.
“Don’t overdo yourself, 2.” Says 7, slight concern glossing her voice.
“I’ll be alright, 7.” Says 2 nonchalantly as he continues to chuckle. He eventually sits back in his chair and his laugh falters. He looks to 5. “I knew you could do it, 5. I’m very proud of you.”
“…I am too.” Says 5, his gaze averted, yet he’s still smiling.
Amongst the silence, 7 peers over beyond the balcony of the Watchtower. “…Sorry for my short stay, but it’s getting late. I’m gonna head back down.” As she gets up and heads to the lift, she turns back to 5. “That was great 5. Keep it up!” She says as she enters the lift.
5 chuckles. “I will.” He says.
“…I will be going too.” Says 6. 5 understood, he seemed to prefer being in his corner.
As 6 gets up and heads to the lift, the twins scurry over to 5 and hug him tightly, their way of saying they enjoyed 5’s performance.
“Thanks, you two.” Says 5 as the twins separate from him. They hug him again as you’re welcome. They scurry over to 6 as he enters the lift.
As 7 prepares to bring the lift down, she looks to 5 and 2. “You two staying up here?” She asks.
“Yes.” Says 2.
5 nods with affirmative hum.
“Alright.” Says 7 affirmatively. “See you two tomorrow.” She says as she brings the lift back down.
“See you as well!” Says 2 as he and 5 watch the lift descend.
Once the lift is out of their view, 2 gets up from his seat and heads to the Watchtower’s balcony. 5 turns back to 2 as he stops. 5 sets his guitar down and walks over to 2 and stands beside him.
The two dolls look on into the barren lands and up to the star ridden sky, the constellations being incredibly visible. The sky is an absolute spectacle.
“…Y’know,” 5 begins. “We should rebuild that catapult.”
“We should.” Says 2.
5 and 2 look continue beyond the balcony in silence, their minds invigorated and excited to start their next project.
It’s awe inspiring, isn’t?
- END -
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aestheticemi01 · 1 year
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Gentle reminder;
You are NOT weak, you are just under alot of emotional pressure right now. It is perfectly alright to feel stressed out and overwhelmed, even if you are not entirely sure why you feel like this. There is nothing wrong with you for stressing out over particular things!
Even the things that other people might not consider stressful. Even if people can’t understand WHY you are feeling stressed out by these particular things, it does NOT make your experience any less valid!
We are all different (and very complex) beings and our definition of “stressful things” is highly subjective. There is no right or wrong answer. It varies from person to person, depending on who you ask.
Treat yourself with kindness throughout these stressful times and remember to take care of yourself. 🖤
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theoreticslut · 2 years
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「 you make things better  」
benedict bridgerton x fem reader
summary: a day of inconveniences leads you to your husband’s arms for some much needed cuddles. 
requested: yes - as part of my inspiration party
word count: 1.6k
warnings: mild stress & stubbornness, pet names (my dear/dearest, my love, darling), brief allusion to spicy times, slightly implied/alluded pregnancy, fluff
a/n: so, first bridgerton fic ever! woo hoo! don’t know how much interaction this piece will get, but i really like it so it’s worth it. also, thank you to the few people who voted on which fandom i should post tonight. i didn’t listen, but i really appreciate you guys helping me out! I’m thinking of posting another piece tomorrow anyway, so maybe i’ll use your guys vote then - aka if you’d like to help decide the next fic here.
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To say today hasn’t been the greatest would be an understatement. You wanted nothing more than to lie in bed and try to forget the day you’ve had.
It’s not even that anything terrible happened, but it has just been a cumulative set of little grievances. 
First, you had gone to get yourself another dress, but nothing was fitting or laying quite right on your body. Apparently over the last few months you’ve put on some weight which has made you feel a bit defeated.
Then, you went to have tea and sandwiches with some friends, but ended up spilling  tea on yourself, staining the front of your dress as you did so. Not to mention the fact you stumbled getting out of your carriage earlier that morning which dirtied the hem and your shoes.
On top of all of that, though, you also just didn’t feel great. You were tired and a bit nauseous, sporting a moderate headache as well.
Walking into your home, you were more than ready to give up for the day, asking your lady’s maid to draw a bath for you. Nodding, she - a sweet woman in her early 30s - left to draw you a hot bath.
You weren’t surprised to see that your husband was nowhere to be found. He typically spent his time in the study painting and going over bills. Honestly, you didn’t mind an evening away from him. You really just wanted to relax and forget the day.
~.~
It’s hard to say how long you’ve been in the bath. It’s certainly been long enough for the water to chill to room temperature, but you didn’t yet feel any better.
Hearing a soft knock on the door, you call out for the person to come in, expecting it to be Elise, your maid. However, it’s Benedict that comes into your line of sight.
“Benedict…how are you, my dearest?”
“I should be asking you. Elise said you were feeling unwell?” Your husband’s soothing voice questions.
“It’s nothing. I’m only a little tired.” You try to reassure, meeting his eyes as he kneels down beside the bath.
“You look more than only a little tired, my love. Have you had a bad day?”
“Not particularly. A few things didn’t quite go as intended, but I wouldn’t call my day bad.”
Wanting to get off the topic, you sit up in the tub, pointing over to your robes.
“Would you hand me those, Benedict. Please?”
“Should you not dry yourself with a towel before dressing?”
“Then will you hand me a towel? I can’t reach anything from here, dear.”
Letting a soft smile quirk his lips, he stands up and grabs a towel. Thinking he would simply hand it to you, you go to reach for it when he shakes his head and pulls it back out of reach.
“Get out, love. I will dry you off.”
“That is unnecessary, Benedict. I am fully capable of-“
“I am aware, but I would like to care for my wife should she let me.” He teases, quirking a brow at you in a challenge.
He’s always known you are a bit independent and unwilling to let anyone help you. It’s part of why he fell for you. If you think he’s going to let you take care of yourself right now, though, then you’re sorely mistaken. 
Although you’re refusing to be honest about your day, he knows it hasn’t been good simply by your demeanor. He wants to make it better, even if that means irritating you by not letting you do things on your own.
“You should consider yourself lucky that I love you.” You huff, pulling yourself up from the tub and carefully stepping out.
As soon as you’re on the bath mat, Benedict is wrapping the towel around you, attempting to dry off your torso before moving onto your arms and legs. Being the ever so charming man he is, he places soft kisses to both of your inner thighs before standing back up.
“I consider myself lucky every moment, y/n. You are the best thing to have happened to me.” He smiles, pecking your lips before turning to grab your robes, helping you into those as well.
As soon as you’re situated in your robes, Benedict leads you towards your shared bedroom, hoping to lay with you for a while.
You watch as he sits on the bed, taking off his shoes and undoing a few buttons of his shirt, making sure to undo the cuffs to be as comfortable as possible.
“I say, will you cuddle with me, my love? It feels like it’s been forever since we have done so without it being time for bed.”
Smiling lightly, you find yourself walking over to him, slotting yourself in between his legs as he sits at the edge of the mattress. As soon as you are in reach, though, he’s pulling you onto the sheets with him, drawing a surprised giggle from you as he pulls you close.
“Benedict!”
“Yes, darling?”
“You are an amazement, I must say. Pulling a lady such as myself into bed.”
“Mm, don’t be so coy now, darling. Must I remind you that you are my wife and we’ve done things far more inappropriate than simply pulling you into bed?”
“You mustn’t remind me. I am plenty aware of all the things you and I have done together.” You murmur, chewing on your lip as you recall some of those moments.
You had heard of some things expected from you as a wife from your elder sister, but you were wholly unaware of just how…pleasant…some of them could be. In fact, you can’t help but wonder if your sister even knows of such things existence. 
“Will you tell me about your day yet, darling?” Benedict questions after pressing a kiss to your head.
“There’s nothing much to tell, benedict. I went to the dress shop and had a brief lunch with some friends.”
“Darling, please stop pretending you are fine. I think I can tell when my wife has had a bad day.”
You lie with him a second more in silence before you let out a sigh and curl into his body further.
“What has happened today, darling?”
“Everything, Benedict.” You murmur, on the verge of tears from your day.
“I must get resized for a dress since I have seemed to gain weight the past few months.” 
“At lunch I spilled tea on myself, and I happen to favour the dress I wore today. I embarrassed myself by staining such a beautiful piece of clothing in front of my friends, and I am not sure they’ll forget.”
At your clear distress, you feel Benedict wrap his arms around you tighter, sweeping your hair away from your face so he can look at you.
“I am sure they will. No one remembers spilt tea for long.”
“I am not so sure. These friends are merely to stay in good graces in the ton’s eyes. They do not truly care for me as others do.”
“Darling, I would not worry yourself about these ladies’ opinions. If they feel they must spread such a story around the ton, then they are simply reflecting how little they truly have.”
“One split cup of tea does not make you any less respectable, I swear to it.” Benedict comforts, rubbing circles into your back as you lay together.
Minutes pass without either of you sharing a word, but you have a feeling he’s not done talking about your day yet.
“Is there anything else contributing to your bad day, darling?”
At your lack of response, he sighs, continuing to rub circles into your back.
“I will not leave until I know you are better.” He simply states, hoping that will get you to start talking.
“I hope you will not leave regardless.” You murmur, voice slightly muffled by him and the sheets you have buried yourself into.
“What was that, my love?”
“I hope you will not leave regardless.” You reiterate, lifting your head up so he can hear you.
“If you wish it, I will stay here with you for the entirety of the night.”
“I do wish it. You make things better, benedict.”
“I am glad, darling. I still wish to know what else is causing you distress, though.”
“I have been feeling unwell, but not like an illness.” You admit, not sure how else to explain it.
“How do you mean?”
“I am tired, Benedict. So tired, and nauseous, but not all the time. The nausea comes and goes as it pleases.”
“And I’ve never known my body to ache more than it has the last few weeks.” You admit, sighing in frustration at your lack of health.
“Why have you not informed me of such before now? We could have called for the doctor at the first signs of your uncomfortableness.”
“I did not think it was of concern until recently.”
“Darling, I would rather you tell me if something feels slightly off than for you to suffer in silence.” 
“I will call for the doctor in the morning to come examine you, alright?”
“Yes. In the morning. Please just lay here with me for now, my love.”
“Anything you wish, my darling wife. Anything you wish.” Benedict smiles, pulling you into him, his arms tightly wrapped around your frame.
Although bad days are inevitable, you’re sure that they will always be bearable as long as you have your husband. That is if you let him in on what you’re feeling.
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anxietywriter · 1 year
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Characters Stressed Out
Little list of prompts and ideas of what characters might do or things that might happen if they're at the end of their rope.
They snap easily, things that are usually only mildly annoying or ignorable makes them want to shout and scream. It's kind of something that tops off their already bad day and they feel they've finally had it and just snap.
When they get really busy and stressed, they will stay up all night trying to be productive. Then when they can sleep, even only for a few hours, they don't because they're afraid they won't wake up from their nap. So instead they chug an energy drink or two and keep going.
If they're really tired, stressed, and just done with it all, they try to relax and at the same time feel good about themselves by taking a warm shower. It gives them a moment of time to not think about what they're stressed about.
Physically, they might start to show signs of drowsiness (we talking stumbling, slurring their words, and blinking slowly) and they will look exhausted (a classmate of mine said that when they're super stressed, their under eyes get a little blue)
Probably misspelling words a lot when usually they have no problem with that sort of thing and not noticing it for a while
on related note, their handwriting becomes absolute garbage. It's slanted and all the lines are connected because they don't lift up their pen and there's weird loops and swirls. It looks like a bastardized cursive and it's absolutely unreadable.
Complete shut down. They get totally overwhelmed and will do nothing for the entire day and then be stressed about doing nothing. They get very distressed and will probably go radio silent for a couple of days while they sort it out.
Their room starts looking like a conspiracy board with all the papers and to-do lists plastered around to remind them of what they need to do. It's also a way for them to itemize what they need to do and physically see it which helps with not feeling like there's too much going on
They neglect their health in favor of trying to complete or fix whatever's stressing them out. It's almost frantic and definitely a self-destructive method.
Cannot wind down at all because they're still in a whole different mode and they cannot focus on things that usually help them relax like videos or coloring. Like their attention span is literally five seconds and they feel the urge to do something but nothing really keeps their attention. And they dread going back to whatever's stressing them out.
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silygay · 3 months
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i fr feel so stressed and my parents dont care
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Them: Hit me with a car (you're sexy)
Me: Hit me with a car (oh gosh I'm so stressed and anxious and I have a headache and I just wanna be a kid again or run away to Ireland and live in castle ruins why does my back hurt why are people so annoying I'm so tired oh my gosh help but also I'm okay I just feel things very deeply sometimes where is the off switch)
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ferromagnetiic · 6 months
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starter call.
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mun is feeling stressed the fuck out but at least i got 700 new icons of kid to show off to all of you while I try to chill.
like for a super short mostly-dialogue-based one-liner because i need a fun distraction.
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Summary: AC has had it with their 'squad mates' constantly crowding around them, trying to feel their Player's presence. A presence that they shouldn't have been able to feel in the fucking first place. So, late one night they manage to sneak out and meet someone unexpected.
Content and Trigger warnings: stress, panic attack, anger & misplaced anger, contemplating suicide
Note 1: I had a funky little brainrot and decided to write something for the alternate route for @saltymongoose 's SAMAU!
Note 2: AC in this route deserves a break, having to deal with everyone constantly wanting to be around them. 😭 Let my child rest.
Note 3: Unarmed Character is referred to as AC! Subject 1v02P_6 will just refer to themselves as Subject 1v. They/them pronouns for both of them. :)
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Done. Done. Done. They were throughly done with those four. AC was sure, sure that if they spent another moment around those four morons they'd pop a blood vessel.
.. like Doc would even let that happen, they thought bitterly, sitting on their loft. They need me alive so they can feel Player.
Was that all they were to everyone? A source of the Player's warmth, the Player's presence? Not an individual, not someone who had fought countless enemies and made a name for themself? Were they just the Player's vessel?
It certainly seemed like it.
AC grumbled under their breath as they wandered through the desolate land of Nevada. They couldn't take being in that damned building one moment longer, with one of their 'teammates' checking on them every hour until they were finally satisfied.
Getting to what seemed to be a cliff that overlooked the city, the grunt found themselves sitting down right on the edge. With a small sigh, they glance over.
That's a good fifty to sixty foot drop, they thought as their visual cross scrunched up. If I fell right now, I would die.
They paused.
Would that be such a bad thing? Now that they truly, truly thought of it; dying right now wouldn't be so bad. There was no way for them to be revived (at least not any way they knew of) so if they jumped right now, they would be free of 2BDamned, of Deimos, of Sanford, and especially be free of Hank.
AC stood up as they continued to peer over the edge of the cliff. They clenched their paws as they thought. They could jump. They could jump and they would be free. Jumping right now would mean no more Project Nexus, no more AAHW, no more being crowded and demanded of and pestered and ignored and babied and pushed to the sideline and-
Their breath caught in their throat as they realized they had one foot already lifted and over the edge. AC let out a noise of fear as they stumbled away from the edge. A realization had hit them.
If they died and you, their adoring Player, found another grunt of help, then that poor soul would have to deal with the insanity.
AC placed a hand on their chest. But at the same time, they didn't want this anymore. But they also didn't want to have another suffer what they couldn't handle.
And furthermore, they thought, beginning to sweat. What if that grunt can't handle it? And then they leave it all behind? Then it would go the another grunt, and then the same thing would happen over and over again!
Their chest began to feel too tight. They grasped at it as they struggled to get in air.
But they didn't want this anymore! They didn't want to be coddled 24/7, not be taken on dangerous missions and whatnot. They wanted to do what they were trained to do! To fight, to kill, to help!
At the same time, though, they didn't want another to suffer because of their selfish choice! They didn't want someone to go through the same things they have!
AC began to cough and hack once the lack of air began to get to them. They fell to their knees as they placed a paw on their chest and hit it against it. Panic began to cloud their mind.
Damnit, was this how they go? By suffocating themself?
The grunt flinched when they felt a paw on their shoulder, followed by a gruff but comforting voice. "Hey. Hold your breath."
AC flinched but did as told. They didn't want to die.
"Now let it out. Slowly," the voice instructed. They let out a content hum as AC did just that. "Now suck in a small breath, hold it, then let it out slowly."
The paw of whoever was behind them moved to rubbing their back as AC did what they were instructed. Soon enough, they were no longer coughing; their heart was still beating quickly but at least they weren't going to die.
Whoever it was beside them moved so they were now sitting. With a surprising amount of ease, they made AC sit down as well.
After gathering themselves, they looked up at who had help them.
AC stared, ghast as they looked at Subject 1v02P_6.
AC's visual cross twitched as they stared at the first being who had ever felt the Player's warmth. They had heard tales about them, how they effortlessly defeated waves upon waves of enemies with near no injuries.
.. were they the reason AC was forced into this situation?
"I know that body language," Subject 1v02P_6 sighed. "you pretty angry with me, huh?"
"Angry?!" AC snapped. All their anger, frustration, and hate had finally boiled over. "I'm more than angry, damnit! I'm pissed! I'm livid! I'm loathing!"
"Not a word," the taller grunt but in.
"SHUT UP!" AC shouted as they hit the fellow grunt on the chest.
They stood up and clenched their paws. Subject 1v02P_6 must've been tall, because even while standing, AC was near visual cross level with them. The vessel watched as the former stood up and looked down at them.
It was silent before AC seethed, "I don't think you understand how angry I really am! I've had to put up with their bullshit all because of you! Why couldn't you have stayed the Player's vessel, huh?!"
Subject 1v02P_6 cocked their head to the side. "Do you not like being their vessel?"
AC paused. This fucker wasn't even going to question how they knew that Subject 1v02P_6 was the former vessel of the Player? Arrogant prick!!
"What kind of question is that?!" AC huffed. "Of course I do!"
"Doesn't seem like it." Subject 1v02P_6 shrugged.
"I! You!" AC pulled back their paw, ready to punch, before again, reality it them.
Their paw fell to their side as the taller of the two grunts looked at them sympathically. "Are you done?"
AC only nodded as they sat back down. Subject 1v02P_6 followed suit, sitting right beside them.
"I'm Subject 1v02P_6," they introduced themself. "But you can call me Subject 1v. Its what Player used to call me."
"Player.. calls me AC," the vessel introduced themself.
"You don't know your real name, do you?" Subject 1v questioned as they looked down at AC. They sighed at the lack of response they got.
The taller grunt took off the bag they had and opened it. They reached in before pulling out two water bottles. They turned and offered one to the smaller grunt, who hesitated before taking it.
"So.." Subject 1v02P_6 began, looking up at the red sky of Nevada. "You out here to get away from everything?"
"Was it that easy to notice?" the Unarmed Character chuckled wryly.
"Unfortunately," the test subject nodded. "I'm guessing there are grunts hounding you to feel that warmth? So you've gotten sick of it and you just want time to yourself?"
AC stared at Subject 1v, impressed. Were they that easy to read?
Subject 1v hummed as they opened their water bottle. "You're not easy to read, if that's what you're thinking. I feel a bit of a.. connection to you, if you get what I'm sayin'. I feel like since we're both, well, ordinary grunts who were able to be blessed by the Player, I feel sorta closer to you."
The original vessel paused before speaking once more. "To be honest, the whole reason I'm out here is 'cause I felt a tug. I felt a tug and a bit of panic." They hummed. "You know, we might be connected in a way."
AC paused while drinking from the water bottle. Were they?
Subject 1v continued, "that and I wanted to see more of Nevada. I was tired of just being confined or always on the move. I wanted to see what I would be up against."
"Hell." AC muttered as they set down the water bottle. "You'll be up against hell."
"I figured," Subject 1v hummed.
The two grunts sat there, looking up at the red sky. The silence, while strange, was comforting to both.
"Do you want to talk about it?" the original vessel asked the current. Their voice was soft.
"Please?" the current vessel muttered just as softly, pulling their knees up to their chest.
"Then let's talk."
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Subject 1v02P_6 groaned under their breath as they walked. Last night had been interesting. They found the current vessel of their Player, they listened to them rant on and on about of terrible their 'teammates' were (and the subject would admit, they sounded pretty horrible), and they gained a friend. They just wished AC hadn't fallen asleep before Subject 1v could ask where AC currently resided.
So now, here they were, roaming around aimlessly with a sleeping grunt in their arms. They were sure they looked suspicious, but considering their height, they doubted any would come and question them.
Subject 1v was tempted to wake AC up, but was stopped as a faint warmth spread over their body. They stopped walking and looked around. They knew that this level of warmth meant the Player was only watching, but there was nothing interesting going on at the moment. So why in the world did they feel your warmth?
(You had logged in for the day after setting up your stream. You were elated when you had seen a new story ready to play, oblivious to the confusion your chat was showing. Only for you to become confused when you were met with a cutscene of Hank, Deimos, Sanford, and 2BDamned looking around for your character. Well this was an interesting start.)
A small tug in their chest made Subject 1v02P_6 shake their head. Follow the tug, they thought as they resumed walking. It's always been right.
Only a few minutes passed by before the tall grunt stopped outside a seemingly innocuous building. However, the tug had grown stronger and with how the warmth had grown in strength, they knew this was the right place.
Subject 1v tilted their head. Should they knock? It would be the right thing to to and it wouldn't place any suspicion onto them.
"Fuck it," they muttered before lifting their foot and kicking the door open.
Subject 1v02P_6 walked in before stopping dead in their tracks. They began to sweat, just a bit, upon realizing that they were being stared at by the team members AC had said that'll protect them at all costs just so the Player won't be upset if they're injured.
After several moments of tense silence, Subject 1v spoke, "I understand this looks bad, but, your.. friend isn't dead."
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"LETS GO!" you cheered before looking at ykur webcam. "It's Subject 1v02P_6, guys! I never expected them to show up! It's not like I mind, but holy shit! This is gonna be awesome! I wonder if you can transfer over stats.."
Fairdairy: You probably can, I'd imagine you'd be able to!
Bofabooba469: do u get early access or smth 😫 because iunno if anyone else has got this
playerstan: @bofabooba469 is right tho. I haven't seen anyone talking about it either..
You shrugged. "I'm not too sure myself. But.. hey, new content!"
As you continued to watch the cutscene play out, you couldn't help but wonder;
Why did Subject 1v02P_6 hesitate calling your character the Main 4's friend?
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cherrio-krispz · 9 months
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uhghghuh i hate it when my motivation goes to complete zero
LIKE ALONG SIDE WITH STUPID FUCKING ART BLOCK TOO WHATG THE FUCK!!!!! strangling my art in a stressful way
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crimsoninthecreek · 10 days
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Imagine if the FnAF universe exist, nor if the fnaf games exist..
My either stress or paranoia are about to kick in tho.. 🥲
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(TPOT 2)
Lightning: We have fun, don’t we, Blackhole?
Blackhole: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.
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mademoisellefantasy · 1 month
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Does anyone else feel like the system is rigged against them? I don't mean in the general sense of "capitalism has failed everyone"; obviously a lot of people on this app share this sentiment.
I mean in the sense that even the simplest things of finding a job, or renting/buying a home, or managing some bureaucratical processes is extremely difficult and time-consuming.
I may sound naive in this, but genuinely, I am so stressed atm and a part of me just feels like there are too many obstacles for the simplest things that simply SHOULDN'T be there.
I hope I am not alone in this...
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aestheticemi01 · 2 years
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Gentle reminder;
💫Watching all of these people graduating college/school this summer, can be very overwhelming, if you haven’t graduated yet. However, I want you to know something;
💫It is okay. Those feelings you are feeling are valid. It is okay to feel jealous, hopeless, stressed, tired, depressed or whatever you feel when you see someone achieving something which you haven’t achieved yet. You will get there, though.
💫Even if it ends up taking longer than “expected”, you will get there. The most important thing is that you are doing things at your own pace. A pace where you feel comfortable.
💫Remember: Life is not a race. It is more than okay to take your time.
💫There can be many reasons as to why someone hasn’t graduated yet; it can be due to their mental health, they could have taken a break from school for many different reasons, illness, death in the family, trauma, accidents, and many, many other things.
💫Perhaps, due to stress, they needed to cut down the number of classes they were taking to make it less stressful.
💫And perhaps, school is just not the right path/choice for them. I know many people who dropped out, never graduated and still had very successful and great lives! Not everyone graduates and that is totally okay. They are just as valid as the people who have graduated!
💫 EVERYONE is needed in this world and EVERYONE is important!💫
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