#so i ended up telling her i was setting up an appointment with a counselor or whatever

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pairing: non-idol!dk x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 12/13

word count: ~7.0k

warnings: mentions of food. time loop au. some angst concerning not having a soulmate. also mentioned angst for other member (hao).

daisy’s notes: i feel like this one could have been longer but i didnt want it to get Too long compared to the other fics, yknow?

summary: What started as a day of making deliveries ended in Seokmin waking up on the same day. And then again, and then again… So, wherever you are, he needs to find you if he wants to see Saturday again.

Seokmin had been living his life on schedule ever since he turned ten. Before that, truly, because his parents had always set something for him (school, play, dinner, bath time, bedtime), but he knew that it became a little different after he turned ten. He had doctors appointments configured into that schedule, and every appointment had his dad holding his hand as the doctor tried yet again to work out what Seokmin's sign could be. Some of them would always be subtle and hard to detect, but there were plenty of things they could figure out.

And then when that list was exhausted, the afternoon doctor's appointments turned into Wednesday afternoon appointments with Dr. Jeon. She'd spoken to Seokmin for their first appointment with his mother sitting next to him, gauging how he truly felt about the fact he might not have a soulmate. He didn't tell her at first that it hurt to be different. Not with his mother next to him, rubbing soothing circles onto his back. He needed to smile for his mom, to be the bubbly boy she knew and loved.

Wednesday afternoon, Seokmin went back alone starting with that second visit. "My classmates made fun of me again for not having a soulmate."

Dr. Jeon had adjusted her bright pink glasses, and frowned at him. "How do you feel about that?"

That they're right, so it shouldn't hurt to hear the truth. "Bad." He'd curled into himself a little more, tugging his jacket closer to himself. Maybe he could disappear if he tried. "I can't help it."

Dr. Jeon's room was lit only by lamps and whatever light made it through the blinds and curtains. She hated the overhead lights (they buzzed loudly and she could never hear herself think, she said), and Seokmin never minded that they were off. The orange glow made things feel oddly safer. So did the fake sunflowers on her desk, tucked away behind her behemoth of a computer (Dr. Jeon said she could never keep them alive if they were real). As much as he wanted to disappear, he felt safe here. Dr. Jeon wasn't his mom. He didn't have to pretend for Dr. Jeon.

"I wish I had a soulmate," his voice was quieter that time. "Some of my classmates think something's wrong with me. That..."

She looked up from where she's been jotting something down. "That?" She prodded in that inquisitive way she did last time they spoke alone for a few minutes, and Seokmin knew he couldn't drop it without feeling guilty. "It's okay, Seokmin. You can take all the time you need."

He didn't meet her gaze. "They think that I'm never gonna be loved."

Dr. Jeon frowned again at his words. "Do your parents love you?"

His head shot up. "Yes! Of course they love me!"

"Do your friends?"

He nodded furiously. "And—And I love my friends. But what does that have to do with my soulmate?"

Dr. Jeon shook her head. "Love comes in many forms, Seokmin. A soulmate's love isn't guaranteed to be romantic, but even if it was, you aren't guaranteed to be with your soulmate. Love takes effort. My husband is a relationship counselor," she twisted her wedding ring around her finger, "and he sees plenty of couples who assume being soulmates is the only thing they need to make it work."

"But..." He furrowed his brow. "I thought soulmates were forever."

"They can be." Dr. Jeon paused. "You're so young, Seokmin, but you'll understand one day. A soulmate represents the possibility of that love, not the only existence of it." She chuckled. "Besides... You're too young to worry about romantic love. But for now, we can work on acceptance."

Acceptance...?

"Whether you have a soulmate or not, Seokmin," she said, the big beads of her earrings clinking together as she set aside her pad of notes, "you're still a person capable of loving others and being loved. It's hard for kids your age to separate out love like this, but you'll realize it as you grow up. There is nothing wrong with not having a soulmate."

Seokmin hadn't been able to accept her words for a while. Every day, he saw something new in the world about soulmates. A new drama based around them, or a new discount to those who can prove they're with their soulmate, or a new magazine with childish quizzes that pretend to predict your soulmate's traits. Every Wednesday, he found himself back on that plush couch and talking about something new. A new thing he's eliminated. Another classmate discovered their sign. News of an intern at his dad's work that found his soulmate (this one Seokmin wasn't supposed to hear). And every week, he left Dr. Jeon's sessions with those words said at the end:

There was nothing wrong with not having a soulmate... So why did Seokmin want one so badly?

Seokmin grew up. He started college, and he met Minghao through it. Eventually his routine changed as he began to balance work and school and a social life, all while living in a cozy little apartment with Minghao. Make breakfast, go to class, go to work, find time to shove food into his face, deal with more customers... It became a schedule he pretty much lived by with his social life a little less present. He'd get it back one day, hopefully. But he always made time for dinner with Minghao on Friday nights: their one day a week where they’ve completely slowed down together.

Minghao seemed more tired this week. "I'm tired of blue."

Seokmin looked up from his dinner. "Which blue?"

"Calm blue. Not sad. They're fine, wherever they are, and I should be glad for it, but I'm not." Minghao scowled.

Seokmin frowned as he watched Minghao. Their vision is filled with red now, he wanted to say. Are you okay with that? But he didn't, instead reaching out to ruffle his hair. "It'll be okay," he said. "At least they're calm now."

Minghao said nothing. He just sat there, staring, brows drawing together more and more.

"What?"

"It's darker."

His soulmate was upset by something. Seokmin averted his gaze. He kept his thoughts to himself. No doubt Minghao already had them himself: his frustration upset his soulmate. He couldn't help but wonder if that was the kind of person Minghao's soulmate was: someone who empathized even though they had no idea where their own soulmate's feelings were coming from. No doubt their vision would be clouded by those same blues. Minghao could be sharp-tongued and snarky at times, but he wasn't a monster. He worried for them whenever his vision was lit up with fiery reds and deep blues and nauseating green.

"I used to be angry, too, you know." Seokmin kept his focus on his own dinner now. "That I don't have one."

"You know I don't believe that." Minghao had always been one of the ones who, for some reason, believed Seokmin did have a soulmate. His sign just wasn't one of the obvious ones like his or Seungkwan's. But Minghao was reasonable about it, too: Seokmin was the kind of person who could forge his own soulmate if things felt right enough.

Seokmin waved it off. "But I understand being angry. It's something outside of your control, and it's hard to let that... be."

Humans, in Seokmin's experience, liked having control over themselves. He saw it in himself as a child, always wanting to have some choice in what he wore, in the foods he ate. He saw it now, too, in children when he went shopping and saw patient mothers holding up two options for their child to pick from. But he always saw it the most with his friends. The frustration that etched itself into Minghao's brows whenever the colors changed, the subtle annoyance before his thanks when someone pushed Seungcheol toward the right object, the way Seungkwan would flinch from pain sometime and wave off any concern. All things that stemmed from depending entirely upon another person in one way or another. And Seokmin felt it, too, in not having. A soulmate was never a guarantee to have love in your life, after all. Yet Seokmin didn't get to choose whether he would want this person at all. Would he? If he had a soulmate, would he fall for them? He had plenty of love in his heart to give... but would they even want it from him, too?

"You're right," Minghao's voice was softer now. "I think... I want to meet them someday."

Seokmin smiled. "I think you should."

“I’m scared they’ll hate me.” Minghao let out a sigh, staring down at his food for a moment. “So what if they do?”

“Then you’ll figure it out.” Seokmin reached across the table, squeezing Minghao’s hand gently. “If they’re your soulmate… Then they’ll try to understand you. You’ll do the same, right?”

Minghao met his gaze, but said nothing. Today wasn’t a day that he could agree with Seokmin, already too inside his own head. In time, he’d accept it: Seokmin knew he would. He just needed time, and Seokmin was more than happy to give him that and whatever space he needed. He could believe in Minghao’s soulmate enough for the both of them. 

And the day he met them face to face, Seokmin knew he’d been right: Minghao’s soulmate was patient in the way he needed them to be. Understanding, too, without any hidden malice toward him. Exactly what Minghao needed.

There was a text from Seungcheol in the group chat: dinner at jun's? i'm paying :)

Not everyone was able to make it, of course. It was horribly last minute, but Seokmin figured it had to be important since it was. A few people had their reasons to not be there (work, other things that needed doing). Seokmin, on the other hand, was free from his usual job. All he had was the option to make some deliveries for extra money, and he'd probably spend the day doing that to get some exercise in. He rolled out of bed, got ready for the day, and stepped out of his bedroom to see where Minghao was asleep on the couch. Seokmin paused, brows drawing together until he saw that he was clutching his phone still. Ah. He must have come back late last night and fell asleep while on the phone with his soulmate as they made their way home. Seokmin left him with a blanket draped over him before he headed out for the day. Maybe next time, Minghao would end up asleep in his own room.

He checked the app while waiting for the elevator. Sure enough, there were already delivery orders made. Groceries (he only ever accepted the small orders), food deliveries, flowers... Seokmin scrolled through for the closest pickup to start. He wouldn't mind the long ride to wherever he was delivering to, but there was a flower shop just down the street that Seokmin always loved making deliveries for. Flowers made people happy, after all. One popped up from someone named Minho for someone named Jinki ("a 'thank you' gift for my hyung"), and Seokmin accepted it without another thought. Soon enough he'd taken the elevator down and set out for the day, pedaling his way to the flower shop.

Jinki had been caught off-guard when Seokmin showed up to his workplace with a vase of sunflowers he'd protected with his life. He passed the message onto the man, and made his way out for the next delivery, bumping into an intern on his way out. He'd apologized to her quickly, and started out for another delivery. A grocery delivery for a single dad who was taking care of a sick kid, another run to a store for cat food for a man who'd run low and couldn't leave his apartment easily with a broken leg, a lunch delivery for a young woman at work... Seokmin went about his day like any other, always greeting people with a smile before moving onto the next thing. By the end of the day, he was exhausted, and immediately went to Jun's restaurant to rest.

Jun wordlessly set a cup of water in front of him. "Push these tables together after you wipe them down," he said. "Cheol will be here soon."

Seokmin had waved him off after agreeing, just enjoying a few minutes of downtime. It wasn't even his job—Where the hell was Mingyu?—but Seungcheol had insisted that it was important. He didn't mind helping out if it made things move a little smoother. He made his way to the back to grab the things he needed, and put himself back to work. The tables were wiped down thoroughly, and Seokmin pushed them together before straightening up. The next time the door chimed, Seungcheol had come in with the brightest smile on his face that Seokmin had ever seen.

"What happened?" He asked, pushing a final chair into place. "Minghao texted to say his soulmate had something come up. I'll let him know the good news tonight, okay?"

Seungcheol made his way over, shedding the light jacket he was wearing. "I should wait until the others get here, but..." He paused, and then shook his head. "No—I'll wait. It's important."

Seokmin stood still for a moment, mind already thrumming with possibilities. "It is good news... Right?"

He nodded. "It's..." His gaze softened a little as his smile fell a little. His happiness was still warm and welcoming, but now felt akin to the tenderness of a warm embrace than the crackling fire it had been before. "It's really good news, Seokmin."

The possibilities dwindled by tens and hundreds. No bad news... Which meant this had to be big. A promotion, or maybe he finally heard back from the graduate program he was trying to get into? Seokmin drummed his fingers along the chair he'd been clutching, before tearing him away from it. People began to file in over the next twenty minutes: Jeonghan and Joshua arriving together, Mingyu bursting into the room loudly (yes, Jun, he saw the restaurant was empty—and yes, he enjoyed resting after work) with Soonyoung coming in just a few minutes later, and eventually Vernon and Chan had joined the table while bemoaning a late bus. Mingyu helped Jun serve food as they caught up on life.

“Seungcheol,” Jeonghan called out from the other end of the table, a knowing look on his face. “You wanted to tell them something.”

Seungcheol fought back a smile. “I found them.” 

Immediately, the room went silent. Vernon was staring at him with wide-eyes, mouth agape. Jeonghan was just smiling, clearly having been informed ahead of time—and the same could be said of Joshua, who had this shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well?” Seungcheol pouted. “You aren’t going to say anything?”

“That’s great!” Seokmin decided to say quickly, and he saw the way Seungcheol then smiled. “Do you want us to keep it a secret, or can I tell Minghao?”

“You can tell him,” Seungcheol waved him off. “I just wanted to tell the rest of you. I told Seungkwan—” He then paused, “Speaking of—All of you are terrible!” He scowled a little. “I told him first and he immediately started sending me pictures of myself in ugly outfits you all swore went together!”

Jeonghan snorted, typing something out on his phone. “We didn’t do it all the time, you know.”

Seokmin chuckled, glancing over to where Jun had settled in the chair next to him. “Remember the shirt he wore to this place’s opening?”

Seungcheol let out another whine. “I didn’t know it was neon! Joshua said it wasn’t that bad!”

“It wasn’t!” 

If looks could kill, Joshua would be ash. But Seungcheol had started bickering with him about it (apparently that shirt had been a gift from Joshua… on April fools…), and Seokmin took his chance to steal another dumpling. His phone buzzed, and he glanced down at it to see it was the app he delivered for—there was someone for a restaurant not that far away. He dismissed it. He could use the money, sure, but… He’d stay at least a little longer. Just to see Seungcheol happy.

Fed up with his debate with Joshua (an immovable object against Seungcheol’s unstoppable force), Seungcheol let the topic go for now. “We’re going out on Tuesday, actually,” he said. “I think you guys will like them. We ended up shopping together for a while and talking—they’re really nice, and…”

Seokmin let his mind drift for a moment as he listened, his own heart sinking in his chest. Everyone seemed to be finding their soulmate over this past year. He looked at Jun for a moment. That meant he was the only one who hadn’t found his soulmate yet, right? He couldn’t imagine being the last person, but Jun seemed to be taking it well. Soonyoung, just as Seokmin did, went out on the occasional date—hell, both of them had dated a bit recently before deciding to prioritize other things for a bit. But it was weird knowing that he was going to be on his own now. Even Vernon and Jihoon ended up having soulmates. Seokmin had wanted to hold out hope that maybe that meant he had one, too, but…

The door opened, and in walked someone who looked at the group with wide-eyes. “Sorry—I thought this was still open—”

“It is!” Jun said, getting up and making his way toward the counter. “Sorry, how can I help you?”

The customer had started rambling about their friend, Minho, having been here a few days ago. Seokmin listened as they explained their own soulmate sign—the same as Jun’s—and he felt his feelings swirl inside of him. The computer chirped, and Seokmin moved to see that it was a takeout request. With permission from Jun, Seokmin accepted it and immediately went to snag the delivery request himself. He’d be back before the hour was over, and it’d give him some time to clear his mind. The customer had gone to an empty table, and Jun disappeared into the back to start cooking both their food and the order that Seokmin left hanging on the line.

“Hey.” Vernon had made his way over to the counter, voice lower, “Everything okay?”

Seokmin nodded, quietly sliding a fortune cookie across the counter. “I’m going to make a delivery,” he said. “Just to get some air.”

Vernon slowly nodded, immediately getting it. He’d stepped out when his own struggles were getting to him before he found his own soulmate, after all. “Gotcha. Is it a good tip?”

Seokmin glanced at the screen. Not really, but he didn’t mind: it was a small order and he wasn’t going far. It was better than no tip, at least. “Yeah,” he lied. “I could use the extra money.”

Vernon knew he was lying. But he nodded again, tucking the cookie into his hoodie pocket. “Travel safe, dude.”

All too quickly, Jun had plated the food. Mingyu had dipped into the back, delivering the dishes to the customer that sat alone, and Jun sat next to Seokmin. He’d uncapped a sharpie with his teeth, drawing a little cat onto the corner of the plate alongside a flower. Above it, he’d written some message of encouragement—all a part of the order’s request. 

“Someone else could pick up the order,” Jun capped the marker again. “If you don’t want to go.” 

Seokmin shrugged it off. “It isn’t far.” He paused, “Plus my bike is outside. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

Jun hadn’t responded, brows drawing together. He looked over to the customer in the room, watching as they ate for a moment.

“Jun?”

He took a step away, realization spreading over his features. “Sorry, I just—” He walked away, quietly greeting the customer. Seokmin watched as he rounded the other chair, hands curling around the top of it as he said something… and soon Seokmin knew. 

So he packed away the meal, tying the bag, and confirmed that the order was on its way. He’d congratulate Jun later on finding his soulmate. But now, he just needed to get out before the heat and smell of spice suffocated him. He grabbed his bike, unlocked it, and took off toward the towering building not that far into the city. It was all too easy to get into the building and get pointed toward the right floor. Normally, he’d leave it here, but he decided to waste a few minutes heading upstairs.

A young man had greeted him, breaking away from where his coworkers were gathered around pizza. One of them had already heckled him for being the one person to order something out, but it all seemed to be in good faith. The guy—Soobin, according to the app—had thanked him, quickly enough. Someone bumped into Seokmin as he was waiting for Soobin to hand him a cash tip (something he’d insisted upon), and Seokmin felt his heart leap. Maybe he’d text Jun and apologize and head home instead. Things were… off. 

Jun didn’t hold it against him when he did. All he did was wish him a good night, and Seokmin was thankful for it. 

There was a text from Seungcheol in the group chat: dinner at jun's? i'm paying :)

Which was odd. Seungcheol had already treated them out last night, so why invite them out again? What was he going to announce—a marriage proposal? Seokmin was still half asleep as he pushed himself out of bed. He'd agree to be there after he ate breakfast. He skipped it yesterday and soon regretted it. Yet the moment he stepped out of his bedroom, he saw Minghao asleep on the couch again. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way over.

"Minghao, your bed is more comfortable," he nudged him awake. "Two nights in a row? Really?"

Minghao had furrowed his brow upon waking up, staring up at him. "Two...? What are you talking about?"

Seokmin walked away, stretching as he went. "Didn't you fall asleep here the other night?"

With a confused look, he shook his head, running a hand through his hair. He stretched before reaching for his phone, looking down to see the new message on it. "What does Cheol want...? It's short notice and he knows it."

Seokmin looked up, already growing more confused. "He found his soulmate. Don't you remember? I told you when I got back last night."

"You were asleep when I got in." Minghao frowned at him. "When did he tell you?"

"Last night when we..." He trailed off, looking at his phone more clearly now. It was Friday, but yesterday had been Friday. He knew it, because he'd lived it. "We had dinner with a couple of the others, and..."

Minghao folded his jacket over his arms, and it was now that Seokmin realized this had been what he'd seen Minghao wearing on Thursday night. "You must be psychic or something," he made his way toward his room. "Don't ruin the surprise. Cheol will never let you hear the end of it if you do."

Yesterday was Friday. Seokmin knew that yesterday was Friday. So why the hell was it Friday again? Maybe he'd dreamed the entire thing. Was that a sign? He'd look into it later. Food and work would come first. He'd start looking into it when he showed up to Jun's restaurant tonight.

Sure enough, every single order he'd filled yesterday was right there today. Seokmin accepted those, too: maybe his dream meant something.

Sure enough, the night played out the same. Seungcheol announced having a soulmate. The others teased him over the past outfits he’d worn. Joshua poked fun at a neon shirt. Jun’s soulmate came into the restaurant. And Seokmin accepted that same takeout order. This time he had almost avoided the person coming in, and he’d given them a strange look when they turned back to acknowledge him this time. Again, they apologized to him after a moment before going on, checking their phone.

And then he went to sleep, and, again, it was Friday.

Around the fifth Friday he lived through, Seokmin realized a few things. He’d already figured out that he both met his soulmate and missed them (he Googled a lot that third Friday), and that he just needed to find them to break the loop. Every single day, he tried to fill the same delivery orders. He tried to go to the same places at the same time. He met the same people most of the time—he’d already missed that final order twice now, snatched up by someone else while he was trying to figure out what was wrong. 

But that was… beyond several Fridays ago. This was Friday number fifteen, and he’d managed to exact a few things. Minghao had given him something to say to prove that, yes, Seokmin was trapped in a time loop (details of his date the night before, followed by a quick enough explanation that Minghao knew wasn’t bullshit by the panic in his voice), and it’d given him an ally in every repeat day. He’d slipped up and spoiled Seungcheol’s surprise during one of the loops and given up on finding his soulmate that time. It didn’t feel fair to potentially let that be the day. 

Minghao filled a cup with ice and water. “You’re not trying to make the day perfect though, right? Because you’re going to just prolong it if you do.”

“I’m not.” Seokmin had stretched out across their couch, arms resting over his stomach. He didn’t have to leave for another few minutes. “I just didn’t want to find them after I ruined Seungcheol’s surprise.”

“He doesn’t remember now, though,” he shrugged. “Try to find them soon, though. You seem tired.”

“I am.” 

Minghao came over to him, extending the glass to him. “Then get out there and keep looking.”

“I have to stick to the schedule, though,” Seokmin accepted the glass as he sat up. “Otherwise I’ll keep missing them.” 

“Remember what we all said?” Minghao crossed his arms. “You’ll know them when you see them.”

Seokmin moved over, giving Minghao space to sit next to him. “I don’t know what that means.”

“When I saw my soulmate, I…” He pressed his lips together, looking toward the windows for a moment. “I felt like I was at peace.” Again, he paused, thinking over his words. “Like… I was ready to try to love them. To learn more about them and see why they were my soulmate.” 

That night, Seokmin posed the question of how they all knew while sitting at dinner with the others. He mouthed an apology to Soonyoung for asking a question neither of them (to his knowledge) would ever understand, but he didn’t seem all too bothered by it. The group had gone quiet, all thinking about their individual answers. And as Seokmin expected, Seungcheol had his the soonest.

“I didn’t feel anything special until I caught them,” he admitted, looking at Seokmin. “But when I did… It felt like everything was right. Like… Everything had been leading to that moment. I was where I needed to be, I think. As much as I wanted to meet them sooner, I think we found each other at the right time.”

Jeonghan nodded along to it, a soft hum sounding from him as he agreed with every sentence. “Right. I know I’m different because I’ve always known mine, but… I felt like I’d found the missing piece in my life. I know that’s sappy to say,” he laughed softly, “but it’s true. I’ve loved them this long, you know?”

Vernon had pressed his lips together. And a moment later, he nodded, too. “Right. I’d liked them for a while, but I think realizing that our sign had been right there the entire time… It all just made sense—”

“You literally made out with them immediately, don’t act all sentimental,” Chan rolled his eyes. “But… I felt this pull when I met them. Their friend had caught me, but it still felt like something was pulling me toward them.”

“Right, right…” Mingyu nodded along to that. “It felt like things were right in this way I can’t describe.”

Joshua hummed to himself, the sole person without an answer yet. He raked his fingers through his hair before meeting Seokmin’s gaze. “Maybe I’m just weird, but I didn’t really have anything like that. Like… I knew I was about to meet them since we’d agreed to meet up at a coffee shop, but the most I felt was this comfortable warmth. Like, we’d grown up sharing this experience together. It just felt like I met someone who understood me in some way.”

Seokmin noted down everything in his mind. A feeling of things being right, or a pull toward someone, or even that he’d found something he’d always been missing (although maybe without realizing it, if it were to apply to him). 

Yet he went to bed that night, woke up to another Friday, and wondered if he had broken something along the way.

Online forums helped plenty. He made and remade an account and the same post since around Friday number eight, always getting the same people chiming in and believing in him. You’ll find them soon! He’d always say how many Fridays he’d repeated, and yet there was always the same encouragement. Today was Friday number seventeen. Every single day, Seokmin woke up to the same situation. A new account, a new post. Seungcheol’s text. The same deliveries, the same thanks. The same breaks for lunch, including texting Mingyu about meeting up for coffee sometime (he hadn’t made it yet, but he was determined to). The people on the forums had told him the same thing his friends did: he would know his soulmate when he saw them.

So why was he so antsy today?

He’d shown up to Jun’s restaurant at the same time, wiping down the tables in record speed before relaxing with his cup of ice water. He listened to the clamor of pans in the back as Jun cooked for another table, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed. Friday number seventeen, and he wasn’t getting any closer, was he? Over two weeks and he’d found little ways to break up the monotony when he could. No one he delivered to was his soulmate. No one in that Jinki guy’s office had faced a repeat day (he’d done the stupid thing and stood up during day twelve and asked out loud, and he was thankful no one would remember it by midnight). No one in any of the stores he went to, either (again, day fourteen he did the same as he did with Jinki’s work). And he’d delivered to Soobin faster than ever before, only to receive no answer when he asked yesterday. 

So where was his soulmate?

Seungcheol arrived soon enough, smiling as brightly as ever. The others filed in over time, too. Jeonghan and Joshua arrived together once more, always talking about some movie they were still debating about the real meaning of. Mingyu made a big deal stretching and bragging about his short break at home with his soulmate—he’d bring the back takeout afterward. Soonyoung burst into the restaurant soon enough, always talking about how he was tired of his office being short on staff. Then Vernon and Chan, bemoaning their late bus as always, joined the table soon enough. Seokmin had known the following conversation by heart: Seungcheol announcing that he found his soulmate, followed by him pouting when no one immediately said anything. Seokmin always found himself being the first to congratulate him, saying he’d pass word along to Minghao if he wanted. Seungkwan sent Seungcheol all of the ugly outfits they’d lovingly tricked him into wearing over the years (never for serious events—always for a stupid get-together with the full group). The neon shirt. Jun’s soulmate would be there soon. They always came in at the exact same time…

Jun reached out, fingers brushing against Seokmin’s bicep and tearing his eyes away from his watch. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft enough to not alert the others, and Seokmin barely paid him any mind at first.

“Just waiting for something.” He paused, then realized that he was the only person present who knew of his situation. He looked up, shaking his head as he turned to Jun. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m fine. Just…” He glanced at the door for a moment. Any moment now. “Waiting.”

Seungcheol spoke up again about his soulmate, and Seokmin was thankful for the change in topic. He’d explain it all in due time. Hopefully today would give him another do-over and he wouldn’t worry Jun. Soon enough, the door jingled, and Seokmin rose up out of his chair. Jun’s soulmate was here, which meant the order from Soobin would be coming in soon. He’d made his way over to the computer, tapping at the edge of it as he waited impatiently. Soon. Soon. Jun had stood up, excusing himself from the group to unknowingly speak to his soulmate.

“Sorry,” Jun’s soulmate had said to him, and he slid them a menu without much thought. “My friend, Minho, came here with a couple of friends…”

Seconds passed with each tap of Seokmin’s finger. Soobin’s order. Always steamed pork buns and fried rice and some sort of beef or pork (the only thing that might change—the tiniest change that didn’t affect anything). He pressed his lips tighter together. Tomorrow, he’d start from the top. He’d ask everyone. He’d tell everyone that he was stuck in a time loop. Minghao would help him convince them all. If they knew that Seokmin was looking for his soulmate, they would help. 

The computer chimed. Seokmin tapped the order, reading over it. Steamed pork buns. Fried rice. Beef. And…

And more?

He hesitated to accept it, glancing over to Jun and his soulmate.  “Jun. There’s a request for takeout.” He paused for just a second, “I’m gonna confirm it, alright?”

Jun waved him on, and Seokmin felt his heart hammering in his chest as the ticket printed out. He made his way to the kitchen, clipping it to the line for Jun to refer to. This had to be a sign. You were there. You had to be there, right? No one ever changed their order like this. His brows knit together. Had he done something to set off some sort of butterfly effect? Was he just giving himself false hope now? He wanted out of this loop, soulmate or no soulmate. He’d lived this Friday seventeen times now, and all he wanted was to wake up on Saturday morning and go get coffee with Mingyu because Mingyu was offering. Mingyu would pay for a slice of cake or whatever dessert he wanted, too. And at this point, Seokmin had earned the same thing.

“Is everything okay?” Jun had approached him, keeping his voice low—again, mindful of what little privacy they had with so many of their friends present. “You seem… different.”

He shook his head. No need to worry him yet. “The ticket’s on the line,” he couldn’t stop staring at the screen now. An extra order. For what? For who? Jun hadn’t budged. Seokmin decided to lie: “Just… thought I recognized the name.”

Thankfully, Jun shrugged it off. Mingyu had made his way to the kitchens to help, and Seokmin held himself together. He would not get his hopes up. Not too high. This could be it, or it could be some sort of butterfly effect. He took a different way to the store earlier, after all. Wasn’t that what the whole thing was based around? Small actions having bigger impacts? Wonwoo would know. He was smart, he’d probably read about it. Maybe he’d ask Wonwoo about it on Friday number eighteen, if he woke up on Friday again. 

The food was made and plated before Seokmin knew, and he watched as Jun uncapped a sharpie with his teeth. He’d drawn a little cat onto the corner of one of the lids—the unfamiliar order, Seokmin realized—and then drew a little flower next to it. He’d always done it for Soobin’s order. Would that change things, too…?

“Someone else could pick up the order,” Jun said as he re-capped the marker. “If you don’t want to go.”

“No!” Seokmin paused. When did he get so desperate? He waved a hand, trying to act casual again. “I mean—The money is good, and my bike is outside.” Please don’t push. “I’ll try to be back to help clean up.” But if this is it, I won’t. I can’t. Please understand. Seokmin tied the bag tight after throwing in a few sets of utensils and more than enough fortune cookies. He picked up the bag, stopping to turn back to Jun. 

His soulmate was right there, and Jun hadn’t realized it yet. Maybe…

“Jun?”

Jun looked up from where he’d begun to tidy up behind the counter, that same earnest look on his face. Seokmin always wondered what he looked like when he realized that person was his soulmate. Even when he missed being able to deliver Soobin’s order, he tried to go out, to retrace his steps and hopefully run into his soulmate. Then again… Would telling him throw things off even further? Or would Jun even want for him to tell him? 

Seokmin opened his mouth, then closed it a moment later. He turned, looking at Jun’s soulmate. They were sitting alone, about to break into their meal. Jun would know soon enough. And… if it were him, Seokmin wouldn’t want to have the moment given to him like this. He turned back to Jun one last time. “Actually… Don’t worry about it. I’ll be back later.”

He could see the concern on Jun’s face, clear as day. No doubt he would be calling him come morning. Seokmin made his way out of the restaurant, waving to the others and saying he’d try to be back as soon as he could. Soon enough, he’d unlocked the bike lock and tucked it into his bag, strapping on his helmet. He’d biked this path so many times he knew it by heart, no need to keep track of his location through his phone’s map. He left his bike near the doors in the lobby, the way he always did when the secretary let him into the building. The elevator ride felt shorter than normal, and Seokmin found himself hesitating. He could hear Soobin and his coworkers talking in the other room. 

He shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and made his way forward. Soobin lit up when he saw him. Again, he was heckled by another coworker for ordering something else, and Soobin waved them off.

“I’m not the only one,” he’d said this time. “They’re—” He paused, looking around, only to roll his eyes. “They’re in the bathroom still—”

“I’m here!”

Your shoulder bumped against Seokmin as you rushed in, and Seokmin felt his heart leap. It was you. You’d bumped into him that first day while Soobin was giving him the cash tip he’d insisted on. And now you were pulling out your own wallet, insisting on covering a cash tip since Soobin hadn’t tipped enough on the app. You’d been rambling about how today you felt like something other than pizza, and…

“It’s you.” 

You looked up, blinking as you stared at Seokmin. “Me…?” And then it clicked, those pretty eyes lighting up with realization. “You—” You had gasped, eyes already growing teary. “You’re—”

Seokmin could kiss you now, relief flooding every single cell in his body. He’d dropped the bag onto Soobin’s desk, ignoring the way the guy dove to make sure nothing spilled, and stepped forward. You had immediately wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight. Something felt right about it all, like his life had come together in a way he never knew it could have. The rest of your coworkers had gone quiet, and Seokmin had let himself cry a little. 

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said, voice wavering. He held you tighter, “I—I almost thought I wouldn’t find you.”

You said nothing and just let yourself cry out of relief. 

When you finally pulled away, it was to tell your coworkers that you needed to leave soon. You knew just as well as he did that the two of you needed to be together when midnight struck, and you weren’t going to work through the entire night. Not with Seokmin right there with you. It seemed to renew the energy in your team as all of you got to work. You pulled a chair over for Seokmin to sit near you while he waited, and he took the chance to text a few things out:

To Minghao: I’ll see you saturday

To Jun: I’ll explain tomorrow :) don’t worry about me. I’m okay now.

And to Seungcheol: I found them. 

You had paused for a moment, looking at Seokmin curiously. After a moment, you caught yourself staring, and grew flustered. “Sorry. Just… What do you want to do? We've got some time to kill until midnight, so...”

Seokmin had been living his life adhering to routine. From childhood to adulthood to the past seventeen Fridays, everything had a time and place for him to be. So he just smiled at you, rolling his chair a little closer to you: “Whatever you want to do.” He paused, deciding to go all in on being cheesy. “Let’s follow our hearts this time, okay?”

And you, who had found routine over and over in your own life, smiled and made living on repeat worth it with that smile.

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[jenthebug]

Today was a good day!

Worked with my new partner, today was her first day. She was supposed to be shadowing, she ended up helping. Her customer service is excellent and she knows more about Epic than I do. She is...the Ultimate Partner.

Got my financial counseling appointment set up. It's through the EAP, the counselor will be calling from North Carolina. So I'll talk basic budget, SSDI, and debt consolidation, but I'm not super optimistic about them knowing about Colorado specific things like food stamps and Medicaid.

I still smell like a laundromat.

New Boss is under investigation!

Get the popcorn ready! We are now to tell the Big Boss about all of her slights, mistakes, and wrongdoing. Things could be changing for the better soon! I hope so, because I need a boss who knows how to admin in order to not fuck this disability thing up.

And now? I'm home with my feet up.

#insertcaffeine disability #bariatric clinic job #i feel like 1% sorry for New Boss because that's gotta suck #but she brought it on herself #everyone is pissed off at her #none of her improvements work because she fixes things that aren't broken #and the shred bins haven't been emptied since august because nobody has paid the bill #my boss sucks

[cha0ticspacebi]

You're An Image Caught in Time: Chapter 16

You got your soulmark when you were very young. You knew who you hoped had left their mark but since they never said anything to you, you resigned yourself to a life of bitter unrequited love. As much as you wanted to meet your soulmate you knew after all these years they must not want to meet you. Though the mark never faded some days you wished it would. Especially after meeting Billy.

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Childhood Friends! Eddie Munson X Reader

Tags: 18+ NSFW MDNI, slowish burn soulmate AU, reader is in an abusive relationship with Billy Hargrove, Dark! Billy, Eddie is a sweetheart but bad at feelings, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, eventual happy ending

Warnings: rape/non con elements, emotional and physical abuse, graphic depictions of violence, suicidal thoughts

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The next morning came way too quickly but you were excited for the day ahead. This was a very…eventful winter break and now you had to return to some form of normalcy? Even though you were nervous there was a lot to look forward to. First? No more bus! You and Eddie would be driving to and from school together and that alone made the idea of going back to school better. You’d get to see Robin every day, you wouldn’t have to eat lunch by yourself anymore, all in all going back was going to be a completely different experience. So what’s got your stomach in knots?

“So I have a confession,” Eddie parked the van on the edge of the lot, “Promise you won’t be mad at me?” He looked nervous.

“What’d you do?” you teased him.

“I may have set you up an appointment with Ms. Kelly today…right now,” he eyed you with hopeful uncertainty in anticipation of your response.

You sigh a deep breath, “Eddie. Really? Like right now? Immediately this minute?”

“First hour sweetheart,” He squeezed your gloved hands, “After you ran away from me and Robin, I couldn’t find you so we went to talk to Ms. Kelly and she said she wants to help you. She told me that when I found you, I should tell you to come see her first thing after break.”

You held your head low in your lap and whined, “I don’t know if I can do this Eddie. I don’t think I can talk about what he did. It was easier telling you but it’s been really hard to talk about it with everyone else.”

His hand rubbed your back in gentle circles, “I know princess. But you’ve experienced unimaginable trauma and there’s certain things that I just can’t help you work through. You need to speak to her, you promised me you would remember?”

“I know, I just didn’t think I’d be doing it so soon.”

“The sooner the better love, just go see her once, after that if you don’t feel better we can figure something else out. Maybe we could find a different counselor somewhere.” 

The two of you walked into the building together and he stayed with you until you were pacing nervously outside Ms. Kelly’s office.  He pulled you into his arms and wrapped them around your shoulders giving him perfect access to the small space between the collar of your shirt and your skin. His fingers slithered in and rubbed your soulmark. You leaned into him and enjoyed the feeling but when he pulled away you playfully knocked your hand against his chest.

“You cheater! That’s not fair. You can’t just touch my soulmark every time I get anxious.”

“I would have to agree Mr. Munson,” Ms. Kelly had stepped into the hall from her office and was smiling at the two of you, “The calming effects of a soulmate’s touch can be a great feeling to help her when she’s too overwhelmed that nothing else works but I would advise against over using it for that purpose because,” she turns to you, “Correct me if I’m wrong but it could almost come across as an involuntary response that some may use as a method to control a person’s responses or actions.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, “Shit I didn’t even think about it like that! Sorry for cursing Ms. Kelly! Princess I wasn’t trying to control your actions I swear, I just wanted to help you feel better.” 

You and Ms. Kelly chuckled a bit. You give Eddie a big hug, “Thank you for setting up this meeting for me Eddie. I think I’ll give it a try. I’ll see you at lunch.” You press up on your toes and kiss his cheek before going into Ms. Kelly’s office with her.

Until now you’d never been here. Her office was calming, the lights were less harsh and she had a few plants in the corner by the window. You took a seat in the chair she offered you and let out a big sigh.

“So,” her voice was so soothing, “Did Eddie tell you what he and I talked about?”

You shake your head, “No I didn’t even know about it until like 10 minutes ago.”

She frowned, “I’m sorry he came to me without your permission but based on that short interaction in the hallway he was well intentioned. Sometimes even the best of us make mistakes when we aren't sure where else to turn. Would you like to hear what he told me?”

The nod of your head picks up momentum. She smiles and begins explaining, “Well it’s my understanding you missed a few days of school that last week before break and when you returned he said you were covered in bruises caused by your boyfriend-”

“Ex-boyfriend. Eddie’s my boyfriend now.”

“He told me your ex boyfriend was hitting you but he couldn’t tell me anything more than that which is why he asked me to speak with you. Are you up for talking more this morning or would you like to come back when you're ready?”

Your leg was shaking, “I want to try to talk some more but I don’t know how long I’ll make it.”

“That’s not a problem, the road to recovery has to start somewhere,” she pulled out a file and pen, “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

The early days with Billy were easy to talk about. You told her how you met and how he made you feel so special when you were still dealing with a lost soulmate who you believed didn’t want you. She asked a few questions as you talked but otherwise just listened. Your eyes watered as the story continued. Billy had been there for you during a time Eddie wasn’t and it was hard to face that fact. You dated Billy for almost eight months before he got violent. It started with rough sex. You recounted the first time Billy had hit you.

“Billy? Robin invited me out skating tomorrow with her and Steve. Do you want to come with us?” He was working out as you talked.

“Why the fuck would I want to go hang out with some band dyke and King Steve? You’re not going either, we have plans,” he didn’t even bother to look up from his weights as he spoke to you. 

Your brows lowered, “Robin’s my best friend. I wish you wouldn’t talk about her like that.”

He tossed his weight back on the bar and walked over to you, “I’ll talk about anyone however I like sugar. Go on,” he handed you the phone receiver, “Call her and tell her you can’t make it.”

“But I want to go, We didn’t have plans as of yesterday,”

He grit his teeth trying to maintain a smile, “You’re starting to piss me off.”

“Just tell me why I can’t go?” you yelled at him. SMACK!

He struck your cheek. Leaving you speechless.

“Because I fucking said so,” he pushed the received into your stomach, “Now call her.”

Ms. Kelly spoke after you finished, “Did he apologize after?”

“Sort of? He brought me flowers the next day and said the plans we had were spending the day having sex.”

“That’s not an apology, did he often use sex as an apology?”

You pondered her question, “Yeah he did. Sex with Billy was,” you hesitated looking for the right word, “an obligation. If he wanted it, he got it. Sometimes it was nice. If I was in the mood and he wasn’t too rough, I actually really enjoyed it. But most of the time he was so rough that it was just painful. I learned pretty quickly that if I wasn’t in the mood I should just relax as best I could and it ended faster.”

She wrote a few notes down in your file before continuing, “Did it escalate from there quickly or slowly to the point you finally ended the relationship?”

“It was slow at first but he really didn’t like it when I got matched up with Eddie for a science project. After that it got worse.”

“Did he know you and Eddie were soulmates?”

You laughed, “I didn’t even know. Eddie and I met as kids but he didn’t actually tell me until 2 weeks ago.” You decided to tell her about the moment you first shared with Billy that you have a soulmark. 

“What’s on your back sugar?” Billy walked into the room when you were changing.

You stopped with your arms halfway in the sleeves of your shirt as you were about to pull it over your head. You leaned your head over your shoulder straining to look with your eyes at an angle, “Oh. When I was a kid I got this but I don’t know who left it. Sometimes I forget it’s even there since I can’t see it, sorry I never mentioned it.”

You walked over to him after pulling your shirt on and wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed him. 

He rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand, “Aren't you curious who marked you?”

You kissed him again, swaying with your hands still on his waist, “Of course I am, I’ve always wondered who it was but everyone I ask says it wasn’t them. At this point I’m surprised it’s still there. I thought it would have faded by now.”

“I wish it was me who left it,” he whispered into your neck, “I’d never have abandoned you like that.”

You pondered Billy's choice of words. All this time you never considered yourself having been abandoned but he was right. Every person who could have put their hand on your back would have also felt your touch when you returned their hug, so without a doubt someone somewhere out there has this same mark. You felt your mind get dangerously close to a certain person, if they didn’t want to admit it but instead leave you to a life of feeling uncertain and rejected? Then abandoned was definitely the right word.

“Thanks Billy, that means a lot,” you tilted your head giving him more access to your neck, moaning as he softly nibbled and sucked on the soft skin, “You trying to leave your mark there hm”

“Can I sugar? I want everyone to know you’re mine. Not some coward who won’t man up!” He grinned and smiled up at you, “Look at you, you got me all worked up again. Come on, we can be late for dinner.”

“Sounds like maybe we need to get Eddie in here. He’s probably got his own things to work on,” her smile widened.

You spent most of the morning in her office talking. Once you got started it just sort of began falling out, it was easier than you thought it’d be. Before you knew it, it was almost lunch. You scheduled another meeting with her and she said that you could come by anytime if you needed to talk. She also said that you should ask Eddie if he’d be interested in joining a session or two, maybe not right away but eventually. 

With the new semester came a new schedule, you and Eddie now had Ms. O’Donnell’s history class together last hour. Robin had band during your lunch again but she still greeted you with a big hug at your locker before as usual.

“How did it go?”

You shut your locker and walked with her, “Really good actually. It was easier to talk about than I thought. But we barely touched on anything that happened recently. She asked a lot about when we first got together.”

“It takes time. I’m so proud of you!” She hugged you and said goodbye before heading off to band. 

Eddie was walking towards you and for a moment you stood to just appreciate him in all his glory. Ms. Kelly had talked to you briefly about remembering that they are different people and just because Billy did something or acted a certain way didn’t mean Eddie would. She encouraged you to not compare the two and just appreciate Eddie for who he is, including his faults. You watched how his long hair moved when he walked and how his broad shoulders filled out the denim of his vest so nicely. Even the way he walked sent shivers down your spine and straight into that bundle of nerves between your legs. Looking at how he had grown over the years, trying to see him for who is now, you realize grown-up Eddie is very handsome. In a way completely different from what attracted you to Billy. Eddie’s features were softer and his goofy personality came through in all aspects of his appearance. But beneath all that he was still your best friend. 

You giggle to yourself as he reaches you. He raises a brow, “What’s so funny princess?”

“I was just thinking about how even after all this time you’re still the same Eddie I remember catching frogs and sneaking out with, just more handsome.”

He picks you up and spins you around, “I hope I’ve changed a little bit. Kid me was an idiot! Preteen me? Even more full of shit! Me now? Still an idiot but happier thanks to the push from a biology project.”

“Stop talking bad about my soulmate like that! He was just lost for a while,” you kiss him as he puts you down, you laughed again, “I can’t believe I thought for even a second it could have been anyone else that left that mark on my back. Of course it was you, you stubborn boy!”

“I can’t believe for a second I thought I’d be able to go a lifetime without you. Every minute I was away from you sweetheart was torture. I’m so sorry I put you through that.”

“You have the rest of our lives to make it up to me Eddie. Now you’re stuck with me!”

He hugged you as you walked towards the lunchroom, “There’s no one else I’d rather be with love! Let’s go have lunch, those hellfire kids always get mad at me when I’m late. They think I skipped.”

“No more skipping mister unless you’re sick! If I have anything to say about it, you’re graduating. This is going to be your year! ‘86 baby!”

He kissed the side of your head as the two of you headed towards the lunchroom, “It’s already my year princess.”

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[symptoms-syndrome]

Normally I'd preface this with a lot of "people who experience this are valid" kind of disclaimer but my therapist is urging me to do that sort of thing less and just be upfront. So I'm going to do that.

I'm honestly really, really tired of a lot of the conversations, online and offline (though those lines are more blurred now) surrounding mental health and illness being about how "you can't always tell." Stuff about how you notice it more than others and stuff like that. "You're valid if you're struggling in silence" or "x isn't meant to support or notice people with issues" or whatever whatever, talk about people being passed over and people not noticing or whatever kind of "validity" talk.

I've been, to some degree, objectively noticably fucked up for a very, very long time. I've been going to a therapist since I was six years old. I started Special Education in elementary school with gradually increasing intervention, and was sent to a separate special education school for most of high school. As far as I know I didn't get clear diagnoses (or they weren't shared with me) until middle school (when I got diagnosed with PTSD + depression, with some other diagnoses soon to follow) but even without clinical labels school staff, as well as my classmates, knew there was something wrong with me. A lot of the time other people knew there was something wrong with me before I knew it myself. I've been to a lot of therapists. A lot of partials. A fair amount of inpatient. "At risk" programs for "at risk/troubled" kids. I've been dropped from therapists for being "too much" or "untreatable." One I remember meeting for an intake appointment, and he told me to my face that my trauma was far too much for him.

Rarely ever do I see people talk about that sort of experience. I feel really alienated and sidelined by a lot of bigger conversations because I'm one of "those people." There's an implicit message of "it's okay if you're not one of those crazy retard sped kids" but what if I am. What if I am the kind of kid that even the kids with real bad depression or ADHD or whatever side-eye. My college counselor deleted all the colleges I said I wanted transcripts sent to (I had very good grades, the best I could do with my extremely limited access to mainstream school) in front of me because she said I shouldn't set my hopes high and "people like me" usually go for a trade instead. I got accepted to one of the best when I went around her and submitted the transcripts myself. Even if I wasn't able to go in the end because of homelessness.

There's such a unique trauma to being constantly under the examination of professionals. Like I'm squished under a microscope slide at best and discarded as a "someone else will deal with that, I can't" at worst. And then sort of loosely thrown into the "real world" which is quite the culture shock when you're used to your every move being highly controlled and needing authorization and permission and all that shit to do anything. But there's this weird dichotomy of being watched and controlled at every moment while also having no one give a shit about you. I'm sick of hearing only shit about how no one can tell you're mentally ill and how that's sooo hard and they wish they were more visible. No you don't. If you knew you would know it fucking sucks. And everyone hates you for being so visibly fucked because you're a bad mark on their program or whatever so they just send you off to someone else or just give up on you altogether. And now I gotta pick up all the pieces by myself and figure out how much of what I'm fucked up with is what I was told and how much is real. The people in charge of making me better just fucked me up.

[bridgyrose]

Ruby Blake and Yang have to drag Weiss to Therapy after they found out she was self harming.

Weiss gently tugged her sleeve down to hide the bandages on her wrists as she spoke, her voice cracking with each word as she tried to force out the same lie she always said. “I promise, I’m fine. I dont need any help and I certainly dont need to speak to a therapist.” 

“And we’ve seen the scars on your arms,” Blake said as she gently took Weiss’s hand. “Besides, werent you the one who told me to come to you guys if I’m having an issue? That means you’re supposed to do the same.” 

“This is different!” 

“How?” 

“It… it just is!” Weiss sighed and sat down on her bed. She couldnt look her team in the eyes anymore as she took a deep breath to calm herself as tears welled up in her eyes. “You… dont understand the pressure I’m under or what its like to be me. I’ve never felt right, I have to be perfect in everything I do, only allowed to love who I’m told to love… so maybe cutting myself is just my way of trying to break out of all of this!” 

Ruby sat down next to Weiss and gently pulled her in. “And that’s why we’re worried. What you’re doing isnt healthy and you need another way around all of this. So, why dont we make a deal? You go to a therapist once for us today and after that appointment, we’ll go and do anything you want.” 

Weiss nodded, no longer able to argue as she wiped tears from her eyes. “Alright… I can deal with that.” 

“Blake, Ruby, go ahead and set up an appointment with the school counselor,” Yang said as she went over to her closet. 

Blake paused. “And… what are you going to do?” 

“I’m going to have a private conversation with Weiss.” 

Weiss watched as Blake and Ruby both nodded and left, leaving herself and Yang alone in the room. Her body shook as she watched Yang pull out a couple boxes from the back of the closet. “And… what kind of conversation are we going to have?” 

“You said you’ve never felt right, right? Then maybe we need to start figuring out what right is for you.” 

“And what exactly do you mean by… that…” Weiss’s words started to fail her as she watched the boxes open up to an assortment of binders, packers, and false breasts. She looked over at Yang, words caught in her throat as she tried to ask what she was trying to get at. “You… what… what exactly is all of this for?” 

“For figuring yourself out.” Yang sat the boxes next to Weiss and started to dig through the contents. “I’m not going to out anyone, but over the years, I’ve ended up with this stash to help people figure themselves out. Even Ruby went through a few phases that she needed help with that no one else could. And I figure this could be a start on helping yourself figure out the words you need to either tell us what’s going on.” 

Weiss slowly picked up one of the smaller binders and held it in front of her as her fingers ran over the material. “This is just a sports bra, isnt it?” 

“Technically its a binder. It’ll help give you the illusion of a flatter chest.” Yang paused and looked  at Weiss, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “N-not that I’m saying you need a flatter chest. I-I’ve got stuff to help you look bigger too if that’s what you prefer-” 

“I get what you mean.” Weiss slowly turned around and unbuttoned her shirt so she could remove her bra and put the binder on. A blush spread on her own cheeks as she felt it compress her chest a bit and made her look flatter than normal. “Though, I do have to admit, I do like the feel of it.” 

“Maybe you’re really a guy?” 

“I… I cant be a man, I’m clearly a woman.” Weiss let out a soft sigh as she ran her hand over her chest and then down her stomach before buttoning her shirt back up. “But… I’ll humor you to try to figure myself out and I’ll wear this for the rest of the day.” 

Yang nodded and packed up the rest of her boxes and placed them back into the closet. “Then I’ll meet up with Ruby and Blake to make sure they’re not getting distracted by Sun and his team.” 

“I’ll… meet you at the library or you can text me with the time I’m supposed to meet up with the therapist.” Weiss smiled as she pulled her hair out of her ponytail and pulled it back and out of sight, her eyes nearly sparkled when she saw how she could look with short hair. Slowly, she put her hair back into her normal side ponytail and the smile slowly faded as she saw herself once more. “This is just dumb. Of course this is who I’m supposed to be, nothing else.” With a quick turn, she slowly looked at her scroll as a text came in with her time for the therapist. “None of this is really going to help…” 

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[june-again]

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#..................................... #wtf #😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀what #wh at #i #hate that i had that conversation with my mom #o k a y #um #so i ended up telling her i was setting up an appointment with a counselor or whatever #or a mental health clinician or something #eah #anwyas #i basically told her that she was doing nothing wrong and she didn't need to worry #i told her to be glad that i'm reaching out for help #and she asked me why i couldn't just talk to my family :DD #and i was like ... idk it might be nice to talk to a professional #she basically asked me 'why is everyone going through this' and said 'i don't get it' #and then #and i quote #told me to just 'get over it' #because 'that's life' #i'm #i have never been so genuinely offended by something my mom has said to me #i never once said that i'm special or didn't know that everyone went through this #she told me it was a period of my life and i'd grow out of it #. #:D what #:D :DDD #so anyways i was super smily and giggly and just tried to keep it light because otherwise i knew i was gonna start CRYING #HWALA

[ynscrazylife]

A Picnic in the Woodlands

Request: Annabeth asks fem!reader out on their first date, and it just so happens to be a picnic in Camp Half-Blood’s forest.

Requested by: @cherrieloco

Summary: Basically the request

Y/G/P - Your Godly Parent 

Y/F/F - Your Favorite Food

It wasn’t uncommon to see Annabeth Chase running around Camp Half-Blood, busying herself with various tasks. After-all she was the counselor of the Athena cabin and was the newly appointed architect of Mt. Olympus. However, being Annabeth’s friend, as far as Y/N concerned the Athena cabin was doing just fine and the blonde Demigod had submitted her latest plans to Zeus and the other 12 Olympian gods. This was why Y/N was watching Annabeth now, wondering why she was running around camp, marking things off on a paper and muttering things to herself. 

Y/N had just come from the training room, having trained with some of her half-siblings, and had been on her way to her cabin when she had become captivated by Annabeth’s accent. Truth to be told, Annabeth was more than a friend for Y/N, Y/N had a crush on her. The only person she had told that to was  Grover, as he was always a good person to confide in, and she had expressed worry about admitting her feelings to her when Grover encouraged her too. Annabeth and Percy had broken up not long ago, and Y/N didn’t want to overwhelm Annabeth, especially if she wasn’t ready for a new relationship.

Finally deciding to just ask her, Y/N boosted herself off of the tree she had been leaning on and walked over to the blonde confidently. “What are you up to?” She asked, leaning forward to peer at the paper Annabeth was scribbling on. 

The daughter of Athena snapped her head up, eyes wide for just a moment - she had a fearless hero reputation to maintain - but seeing who was there, she put a smile on her face and kept the paper to herself. “New designs for Mount Olympus,” she answered. 

Y/N narrowed her eyes, confused. “Didn’t you submit your designs last week?” 

Annabeth bit her lip. “You’re quite observant, you know,” she countered.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled, and then added jokingly, “But if you’re not gonna answer my-” she had turned around to leave but Annabeth catching her arm silenced her. A swarm of butterflies flew around her stomach, making her let out a small gasp.

“Sorry,” Annabeth said, dropping her grip. Y/N turned back around to face her friend, suddenly missing the other woman’s couch, and rubbed her arm. “Would you mind, actually, helping me set up Capture the Flag in the forest?” 

Y/N’s questioning was forgotten and she nodded, gaining another smile. “Did you clear the area for monsters?” She asked. 

Annabeth nodded, and Y/N bid her goodbye, saying she’d meet her at the forest.

-------------------------------------------

Y/N expected to see the equipment for the Camp’s game lying on the ground, waiting for someone to set it up, but the sight she saw when she arrived in the forest made her jaw drop in surprise. 

“What’s this?” She asked through a giggle, slowing her pace as she continued to walk. 

The flowers and plants were blooming, the tree branches curling beautifully, and the sun providing them a warm blanket threw the leaves. Annabeth was standing in the middle of the clearing, some darling classical music humming in the background, and there was a picnic blanket with a feast fit for royalty before her. Y/N was in awe at how amazing this is. 

“I got some dryads to help me,” Annabeth said with a smirk. “But, Y/N . . . I don't think I ever told you the real reason Percy and I broke up . . . I was beginning to fall for a certain daughter of Y/G/P. When I confessed to Grover, he informed me of that the daughter of Y/G/P had the same feelings.” 

Said daughter of Y/G/P was grinning from ear-to-ear, feeling like she was living in a dream. All of her wishes were coming true, and she couldn’t be more happier. “Dam, Grover promised me he wouldn’t tell anyone,” she joked, but in her mind was making a mental reminder to thank the Satyr. 

Y/N was probably one of the only people who could make Annabeth giggle, and that’s exactly what she did. “Y/N, would you like to go on a date?” She asked. 

Y/N nodded early. “Yes, yes of course!” She agreed, before plopping herself onto the blanket. Annabeth smiled and sat down, too.

“Couldn’t have given me a heads up to maybe dress up a little?” Y/N joked, realizing how underdressed she was with her sweaty t-shirt and shorts from training. 

“Oh, don't worry. I think you look cute,” Annabeth said, making Y/N blush. 

The two began to dig in. “This is amazing,” Y/N said as she bit into Y/F/F. “Did you make this yourself?” 

“Yes, I took cooking lessons,” Annabeth said, eating as well. 

“Gods, you’re brilliant,” Y/N said. 

“I am a daughter of Athena,” Annabeth said, jokingly flipping her hair back. 

The two women continued to talk and eat up the delicious food. By the end, Y/N was stuffed, and as she finished her glass of water, she gave a content sigh and laid down, peering up at the sky. 

Annabeth moved aside the picnic basket and laid down next to her, putting an arm around her after a moment and looking at the sky, too. 

Y/N snuggled closer to the Demigod and leaned her head on Annabeth’s shoulder. “Best date ever,” she murmured.

“I’m glad you liked it,” the Hero of Olympus said. 

“I loved it - we definitely need to do this again!” Y/N said happily, and they stayed there, enjoying each other’s presence until the sun fully set.

#annabeth chase #annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase x y/n #annabeth chase x you #annabeth x reader #annabeth x you #annabeth x y/n #camp half blood #pjo #pjo x reader #pjo x y/n #pjo x you #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson x you #percy Jackson x y/n #greek mythology #pjo fic #pjo imagine #reader insert #self insert #send me requests #send me asks #send in requests #send me a request #requests open #send in asks #send me prompts #writing prompt

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and the Wolf Pt.24

Word Count: 2,610

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale,  Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Ms.Morell, Gerard Argent, OC hunters, Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: yay one more part till season 3 lol

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You stared down at your bruised knuckle, holding back a slight chuckle as you examined it. You sat in the hallway, waiting for your appointment with the counselor. Whoever it was. The Sheriff thought it would be best for all of you to go to her, seeing as what happened a few nights ago. He didn't know everything you’d seen before then. 

“Stiles,” you called, as he walked out of the office.

“Hey,” you sniffled, walking to you as he played with the strings on his racket.

“Nervous about the game?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’ve barely thought about the game, with everything else,” he nodded.

“How are you doing?” he asked you.

“I don’t know. Erica and Boyd are leaving, probably taking Isaac with them. But it's fine,” you replied softly, trying to convince yourself more.

You’d made a mini home with the pack.

“I don’t think Isaac will leave you, you know,” Stiles tried to make you happier.

“(Y/N),” Ms.Morell walked out of the office, waiting for you.

“Catch you later,” you pat Stiles’ back, walking away.

---

“Peter?” you gasped, staring at him as your eyes went wide.

“Missed me?” he smirked.

You felt an overwhelming sense of anger flood through your veins, before you clenched your fist, swinging at his face, hitting him.

“Oh, my-” Derek looked at you, slightly surprised as you looked back at an unconscious Peter.

“He’s alive?! He’s fucking alive?!” you yelled at Derek, smacking his arm.

“That's what I was about to tell you,” he exclaimed.

“I’m gonna kill him again! How the hell is he alive?!” you exclaimed, rubbing your head.

Derek picked up his unconscious uncle, waking out of your apartment, with you next to him.

“Lydia.”

---

“So, (Y/N), what brings you here?” Ms.Morell sat in the chair in front of you, as you crossed your legs, leaning back, playing with the skin on your knuckles.

At least you knocked Peter out.

“Sheriff Stilinski,” you replied, not paying much attention.

To you, speaking to a counselor or speaking to someone in that way wasn’t something you were fond of.

“Is it about the other night? At the station?” she asked.

“Probably,” you shrugged.

“Your mother died recently, correct?” you felt your heart drop, hearing the mention of your mother.

You simply nodded, looking at your fist.

“What happened to your fist?” she asked.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, looking up.

“Okay. Tell me, how are you doing? About your mother?” she asked.

“I’m doing fine. Just thriving,” you said sarcastically.

“How are you doing with everything else?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Your best friend and her family passed away in an unfortunate fire, and your mother passed away the same way. Not to mention being trapped in the school, with Derek Hale trying to kill you,” she started.

Derek? The rumor was cleared, everyone knew it was Kate, or so you thought.

“Derek Hale was innocent,” you shrugged.

“Oh, sorry, not Derek Hale. Peter Hale,” you looked up at her, shocked.

“What?” you asked.

“I know things, (Y/N), I know all about you,” she said.

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed.

“You know my brother, Deaton?” she said.

“Deaton?” you exclaimed, jumping slightly.

You didn't even know he had siblings.

“I know about your powers, I know about everything. So, I ask again, how are you?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw.

“I said I was fine,” you said.

“Right, (Y/N), you know what a balloon is, correct?” you blinked, giving her a blank stare.

This is the school counselor?

“You know, a balloon can only hold so much air until it pops,” she started.

You rolled your eyes, understanding what she was saying. You were supposed to be the balloon.

“Yeah, so, you see, I’m not a balloon. I’m a human being,” you said.

“Even humans, or witches, have an emotional capacity,” she said.

“No offense, but I’d really rather not talk to you,” you spat.

“You’ll need someone, (Y/N)” she started.

“I don't know why I bothered coming here. Bye,” you gave a sarcastic smile, waving as you walked out.

---

“Hey,” you walked into the old Hale house, seeing Derek’s back turned to Erica and Boyd as they both stood there, holding each other’s hands nervously.

“We’re leaving,” Erica said softly.

“When?” 

“Tonight,” she replied.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head softly.

“We can’t…” her voice wavered as she paused.

“We're sorry,” Boyd said, looking down.

“It’s okay, it's hard,” you wrapped your arms around the two of them, hugging them tightly.

“We’ll miss you,” they both held you tightly.

You smiled, sinking into the hug.

“I’ll miss you guys too,” you said softly as they both walked out.

“Derek,” you turned to give your boyfriend, walking to him.

“They said they found another pack,” he refused to turn to face you.

“Good for them,” you nodded.

“Good for them? Are you serious? Do you really believe that?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know. What I do know is that they’re scared, Derek. We lost,” you said.

“They're running away! There’s no excuse for that!” he yelled.

Why is he so mad? What did I do?

“They're allowed to be scared. They’re allowed to leave,” you replied.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you so different? Since when is running away a good thing?” he finally turned to you.

You blinked softly, looking blankly at him. You felt your heart ache slightly, in pain. 

There was something wrong

“Not everyone's cut out to be like this,” you cleared your throat.

He sighed loudly, walking to you as he stroked your cheek gently.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he said softly.

You just nodded your head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Why does everyone think something’s wrong? I’m fine,” you scoffed.

At this point, even you knew that was a lie.

You heard the floor creak softly, as you quickly turned, Derek throwing a shard of glass at Peter who stood by the door.

“That was close. You could’ve hurt me, Derek.” Peter said, walking closer to the two of you.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you yelled, running at him.

This wasn't ending well for Peter.

---

“Kill me then. Kill me again. You two already killed me once, kill me again,” Peter gasped for air as you stood in front of him, Derek next to you. Your hands were wrapped around Peter’s neck, pushing him against the wall.

“If you’re trying to get sympathy, that ended when you killed my mom,” you clenched your jaw.

“You don't wanna hear what I have to say? Why I’m here in the first place. It's not to be an alpha, I tried that, which ended with you setting me on fire and this one slashing my throat,” he motioned to Derek as he looked back at you.

“We’d be glad to do it again,” you replied.

“(Y/N/N),” Derek shook his head, pulling you away from Peter as you clenched your jaw. He gasped for air, coughing slightly.

“Oh? What’s this?” Peter took a deep breath, looking at the two of you as he raised an eyebrow.

“Your scents are all tangled up with each other. What’s going on between the two of you?” he smirked, laying back on the ground while you resisted the urge to punch him again.

“Well, I wish I didn't kill Jennifer. She owes me 10 dollars now,” he laughed.

You grabbed his shirt, pulling him up harshly as you pushed him against the wall.

“If you don't tell us what you’re doing here right now, I will not hesitate to set you on fire. Again,” you spat.

Derek walked to you, putting his hand on your forearm.

“Hey, I said leave it,” you saw Derek clench his jaw as you sighed.

“He-”

“I’ll take him from here,” Derek said softly.

You shook your head, turning back to Peter.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged Derek’s hand off of you.

“Better listen to your boyfriend,” Peter teased.

Before you could punch him again, Derek pulled you off of him, pulling him away.

“What?” you turned to him.

“(Y/N), stop. It’s just Peter. He killed… I know you’re mad at him and want to kill him. Just please let me deal with him,” Derek put his hands on your shoulders, while you turned your face to look at Peter.

Derek put his hand on your chin, turning you to face him.

“Please,” he said softly.

“I hate him,” you replied.

“I know you do. Just… go home,” he begged

You paused for a second, looking at Peter then back at Derek before nodding softly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before letting go of you as you walked away.

---

You let out a shaky breath, leading Isaac into your apartment as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I think…” Isaac paused, looking at you as his eyes watered.

“Hm?” you nodded softly, closing the door as he sat next to you on the couch.

“I’m gonna leave. With Boyd and Erica,” he said.

Shit

“Oh, okay,” your voice was low, slightly in shock as your eyes watered.

You thought he’d stay? For you?

“I-I… there’s nothing here for me now,” he sniffled.

“Yeah,” you nodded your head softly.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” his voice cracked as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Yeah, I…” you exhaled sharply, wrapping your arms around him.

He nodded softly as you kissed his forehead.

You held your cries back, leading Isaac out of the apartment after a few minutes.

As you closed the door, you felt a wave of sadness hit you, as you put your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest to hold back your sobs. You shut your eyes tightly, your tears slipping down your face before you let out a shaky breath, a small cry falling from your lips.

Your phone began to ring, receiving a call from Scott.

You took a few deep breaths, wiping your face before answering the call.

“Yeah?” you asked, clearing your throat.

“(Y/N), Gerard’s planning something. He’s controlling Jackson and he’s gonna kill someone. Tonight,” your heart dropped as Scott yelled on the phone.

“Why?” you asked.

“He wants Derek,” you inhaled deeply.

“I’m on my way,” you hung up the phone, sniffling before wiping your face, walking out of the apartment.

You’re okay

---

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” you heard Melissa ask you.

“Melissa. I... we need to talk about the station, and...” you started.

She gave you a sorrowful look before you were interrupted by Noah walking to you two.

“Sheriff Stilinski,” you smiled softly.

“Hey, kid. Here for the game?” he asked, smiling at you and Melissa.

Nope, trying to stop a raging lizard

“Yeah,” you lied as the three of you walked to the bleachers.

---

“Scott, what the hell are we supposed to do?” you whispered, getting his attention as he shrugged his back to you.

“Have you come up with a plan?” he shook his head no as you sighed.

“Do you know when he’s going to attack?” you asked, receiving another head shake.

“Do you know anything about this plan?” you didn’t need werewolf hearing to hear him sigh.

You bit your nails nervously as Stiles stood up from the bench, putting his helmet on.

“Why is my son running onto the field?” Noah groaned.

“Because he’s on the team?” you shrugged.

“Oh my god. He’s on the team!” Noah exclaimed, remembering.

You laughed softly, before getting off the bleachers, walking to Scott.

“Why can’t you play?” you asked.

“Coach benched me for the whole game. My grades aren't good,” he said nervously.

“First,” you smacked his head.

“Ow!” 

“Work on your grades. You need to graduate. Second, how are you supposed to watch Jackson?” you asked, whispering slightly.

“I don’t know! I don’t know. All I know is that we have to give him Derek, or he’ll kill someone,” Scott said.

“We can’t do that,” you bit your lip nervously as you looked at Scott.

You felt a soft thud as you felt someone sit next to you and Scott.

You looked up, a smile on your face as you saw Isaac sit next to you, wearing his lacrosse uniform.

“You stayed,” you said softly.

“I have everything I need right here,” he nodded his head.

You pressed a small kiss to his forehead, while he gave you a hug.

You saw a smirk on his face before he got up, walking to Coach.

“With Isaac here, we can do this,” Scott nodded.

You held his hand, nodding as you watched Isaac run onto the field.

---

“Oh my god,” you ran onto the field, running to Isaac.

“Are you okay?” you asked, bending down to him.

You put your hand on his head, lifting it softly.

“I’m fine. It’s Jackson. I think he got me. I can feel it spreading,” Isaac’s voice was strained as he laid on the grass.

You saw as Coach put Scott into the game, Isaac being taken away by paramedics.

Damn it

You heard your phone ring, getting a call from Derek.

“I really can’t talk right now,” you said.

“Peter thinks he knows how to save Jackson,” he said quickly.

“What?” you asked, following the paramedics.

“I don't trust him, but he’s onto something. I’m watching him,” Derek said.

“Okay, I gotta go,” you said, hanging up.

You groaned, getting another call from Erica.

“I…” you started.

“Derek was right,” she cried.

“What?” you froze, taking shallow breaths.

“It was Argent,” she whispered.

You felt a coldness in your chest as you tensed, frozen.

“Both, run. Now,” you said.

“We’re trying. We’re bleeding,” she whispered.

“It’s okay. God,” you whispered, feeling your heart racing.

“We gotta go,” she said shakily.

“No, don't hang up,” you started.

The call dropped as tears rushed to your eyes, taking shaky breaths as you dug your nails into your palms.

Scott and Stiles, Erica and Boyd, Isaac, Derek. Everyone was in trouble. What are you doing?! What is wrong with you?!

You ran to the locker room, walking in just in time as Isaac stood up shakily, Gerard and standing in front of him with some hunters.

“Clypeus,” you stood in front of Isaac, defending him.

“Oh, (Y/N),” Gerard said, shaking his head.

“I don't care if you know. You’re not hurting the people I care about,” you spat.

---

“Where did Gerard go?” you asked Isaac, turning to him, as the unconscious hunters were sprawled out in front of you.

“I don’t know, I think he went back out to the field,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” you ran to the lacrosse field, hearing loud cheering as you looked at the scoreboard, seeing the school win.

You looked at Scott nervously, as he froze, staring at Jackson, just before the lights went out.

You ran around, hearing people’s screams as you found Scott.

“Scott!” you yelled.

“I’m here,” you felt him hold your arm.

“Scott, someone’s on the field! Someone's dead,” Melissa gasped.

The lights powered back on as you ran to the middle of the field, seeing Jackson laying there, dead.

You noticed he wasn't breathing.

“Jackson!” you heard Lydia cry.

“Everyone back away! Now!” Coach pushed the players and team away from Jackson, as you bent down next to Melissa.

“What do we do?” Melissa pulled up his shirt, revealing deep claw wounds.

“Oh god,” you said.

“He killed himself,” Scott said.

“Stiles? Stiles?” you stood up, hearing Noah calling out for Stiles.

“Stiles? Where’s my son?! Where’s my son?! Somebody tell me where the hell is my son!”

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[shawnmendesbuddy]

His World

Summary: Y/N is dying and she doesn’t tell Shawn. Shawn is planning a proposal for Y/N.

Warnings: A swear word, mentions of death.

Shawn and Y/N had a beautiful relationship. They were so in love with each other even after five years together.

Perhaps the reason why their love was so strong was because Y/N had moved in with Shawn when they were 15. Or maybe it was because they had been high school sweethearts. Whatever the reason, everyone said they had a unique kind of love that could never be broken. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.

Y/N’s parents died in a car accident when she was 15 and Karen and Manny Mendes had taken her in. They had been good friends with Y/N’s parents, but Shawn and Y/N had never met until Y/N moved in with them. Y/N had moved from America to Canada to be with her new family.

Y/N had thought that she would never adjust to her new life, but Shawn proved her wrong. Within her first week of living in Canada, she had never felt more welcomed by someone. Shawn talked to the counselors at his school making sure that Y/N and him had all the same classes so she wouldn’t be alone.

Y/N and Shawn became best friends instantly and they both started to develop crushes on each other. In fact, Shawn’s crush on Y/N was so insanely big, that he ended up writing a song about her.

When ‘Life of the Party’ came out, Shawn happily confessed to Y/N how he felt about her. He was shocked to find out she felt the same! They dated all through high school and somehow managed to navigate Shawn’s fame together at such a young age.

After being together through three albums, two world tours, and lots of other things that caused the two to be separated, Shawn thought it was time to seal the deal.

While they were both young—21 to be exact—Shawn had no doubt in his mind that Y/N was the one. He had known it from the moment he set eyes on her.

And so it came as no surprise when Shawn sat his family down in the living room and pulled out a blue velvet box. He popped the lid open showing his family the engagement ring he had bought a few months back while he was on tour.

“Oh my gosh! Y/N’s going to be my real sister now!” Aaliyah bounced up and down and jumped into Shawn’s arms, giving him a hug.

“Shawn, I’m so happy for you! When are you thinking of proposing?” Karen had a smile plastered on her face as a few tears leaked from her eyes. She had watched Y/N and Shawn be in love with each other for years and she was so excited that they were finally getting engaged.

“Son, I couldn’t be prouder,” Manny said, patting Shawn on the back.

“Thanks guys! Y/N’s final exams are this week and I’m flying out to go support her and help her feel less stressed. I’m planning on proposing next week, after her exams. I’m going to take her to a celebratory dinner, because she’s obviously going to pass her exams and then I’m going to pop the question.” Shawn’s grin was so wide that crinkles formed around his eyes.

***

Y/N hadn’t been feeling good for a few months now. She thought it was just stress from school and that she was passing out from lack of food, having not been eating as much because she was studying too hard.

But when she started vomiting every morning, she decided to take herself into the doctor. As she laid on the bed in the x-ray room, she heard her phone vibrating inside her purse. She couldn’t stand up and get it, so she waited for the x-rays to be done.

When Y/N found at the results of her x-rays, she couldn’t help but fall to her knees and cry. She was only 21, about to pass medical school and become a doctor, and her boyfriend’s tour had just finally ended. How could she have a brain tumor? It wasn’t fair!

Y/N sat in her car after the appointment debating what she was going to tell Shawn. He had been texting and calling her nonstop for the last hour, but she was too nervous to answer, afraid she would tell him everything. She didn’t want to burden Shawn with something else, he was already so stressed.

She finally answered the phone on Shawn’s 20th call. “Hey Shawn. Is everything okay,” she tried to sound groggy and tired so that Shawn would think she was asleep.

“Yeah, are you okay? You haven’t answered my texts or phone calls.”

“Yeah, I was asleep. Been studying all day.”

“Oh. Did I wake you,” Shawn sounded sad and he had a good reason to be. He had told his girlfriend last month that he was coming to visit her during her exam week, and she had agreed to pick him up from the airport.

But she must’ve forgotten because Shawn had come down the escalator that led to his gate expecting to see Y/N waiting for him, but she wasn’t there. Assuming that she was running a little late, or decided not to come in he called her. But she hadn’t picked up and so he was still at the airport waiting for her.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Is there a problem?”

Shawn ran his hands through his hair. She really had forgotten about him, but he didn’t blame her. She was stressed and busy with all the studying she’d done.

“Umm…can you come get me at the airport?” He shyly asked her the question, trying not to inconvenience her.

“Shit! That was today! I’m so sorry Shawn! I’ll be right there!” She hung up the phone and frantically sped to airport. A side affect of her brain tumor was forgetfulness, but she didn’t think she could forget something this big!

***

A week later Shawn was holding Y/N in his arms as she cried and cried about not passing her exams.

“I’m so stupid Shawn! I…I don’t know how I didn’t pass! This has been my dream for forever!”

Shawn’s heart broke at the sight of her. He kissed her forehead and rubbed his arms up and down her back. Guilt swam in his stomach. He thought she didn’t pass because he had been distracting her from studying this past week. She didn’t blame him, even if he did blame himself.

Shawn still took her out to dinner wanting to make her feel better and still needing to propose. But when he got done on his knee to ask the big question he could see the doubtful look in Y/N’s eyes. “Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”

A few tears spilled from Y/N’s eyes as she shook her head no. “I’m sorry Shawn. I…we can’t be together. I’m just holding you back. You have a whole life to live. This isn’t going to work out.”

Shawn let out a sob grabbing onto Y/N. At is point the whole restaurant was staring at them, but he didn’t care. “What do you mean baby? We’re meant for each other. Stop pushing me away, what’s really going on?”

Y/N knew the only thing that she could do was tell Shawn the one thing he never thought she wouldn’t say. “I don’t love you anymore Shawn. The distance got too much and it’s too difficult.”

Shawn couldn’t breathe after hearing those words leave her mouth. Never had he ever felt as much physical pain as he did then. His grip on her faltered as she took one last look at him before running out of the restaurant.

***

6 months later and Shawn still hadn’t gotten over the breakup. He hardly left his house. He was on anti-depressants and he couldn’t write music.

His family was worried about him, but Shawn told them to be more worried about Y/N. He had tried contacting her after the breakup to see if she was okay, but no response. Aaliyah, Karen and Manny had done the same but no response.

Y/N had gone through two surgeries and a round of chemotherapy in those 6 months after the breakup. She had no one. No family, no Shawn, nothing. She cried herself to sleep almost every night.

Her brain tumor had shrunk significantly or at least that’s what the doctors thought, but when Y/N went into a check up appointment, she was out into the ICU and the doctors were worried she wouldn’t make it.

One nurse, feeling extremely bad for Y/N seeing that no visitors had come to see her, questioned Y/N about who she wanted there with her if she were to die. Y/N only replied with one name. “Shawn Mendes.”

Y/N passed the nurse her phone showing her Shawn’s contact and the e nurse stepped out into the hallway to call him.

Shawn watched Y/N’s name flash across his screen and he felt his heart leap. “Y/N! I thought I would never hear from you again! Are you okay?”

“Hello Mr. Mendes,” a female voice said through the phone. “This is Nurse Nation. Y/N asked me to call you. She’s in the ICU at the Toronto hospital. I don’t know what she’s told you about her condition, but it isn’t looking to good and Y/N requested you be here.”

Shawn’s heart plummeted into his stomach as he raced to grab his keys and rush to the hospital. “What do you mean her condition?! Is she dying?! What’s wrong with her?!”

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say, but I would suggest you come quickly.”

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Shawn stared down at Y/N’s lifeless body, wiping his mouth of any residual throw up. Open hearing the news of Y/N having a brain tumor, he threw up in the trash can.

He held her hand softly in his and cried tears joy when her eyes fluttered open and they met hers.

“You came! Thank you! Shawn I have so much to explain—“

“Shh. It’s okay, I’m here now. I understand everything. The nurse said you’ve been telling her stories about me. Why you left. We could’ve dealt with this together you know?”

“And gave me die before we got married? I couldn’t have done that to you! I know what it feels like to lose people. It’s hard to recover from.”

“I know baby, but I’m asking you know, please marry me.” Shawn asked the question again. He just wanted her to be his wife in case she died. And he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she didn’t.

Y/N smiled sadly at him. “I would Shawn. If I wasn’t about die.”

Shawn laid his head on Y/N’s stomach and cried as he stared at his dying world.

A/N/ School starts tomorrow!! 😬 Should I do a part 2?

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Tension (Bonnie x Reader)

All it took was one fight and you found yourself hanging out with the “witch squad” for the rest of the year. You weren’t into the witchcraft stuff, but they’d welcomed you into their circle and well, you liked Bonnie, so that was enough. Bonnie seemed to be your Achilles heel. Whenever you were around her, you got nervous and all of your natural confidence went out the window. She made you question yourself and the person that you let people think you were. 

“You should tell her that you think she’s pretty,” Rochelle said, spooking you a bit. You’d been the first to the lunch table and you were watching Bonnie walking with Nancy. Bonnie looked upset, so you bet that some asshole said something to her. “I bet she would listen to you.” 

“I don’t know, she gets uncomfortable when people say things like that. It means they were looking at her and she doesn’t like being looked at,” you said and Rochelle sighed. You were always very considerate about Bonnie’s feelings. You knew things about her that other people didn’t get to know or get close enough to pick up on. So, you made sure not to overstep and you constantly had to pull other people back from overstepping. However, they didn’t like to listen, so things tended to get a little physical. 

“I heard you gave Hooker a black eye again,” Nancy said as she sat down at the table. “What did he do?” 

“Nothing,” you said as Bonnie sat down next to you. You handed her half of the sandwich your mom had made you and she let you take something off of her tray. “How’s your day been?” 

“Good, they apologized for earlier,” Bonnie said and you smiled. Nancy and Rochelle gave each other a look and you asked Bonnie questions about the French homework. You were pretty smart, but all of the classes you shared with Bonnie had lower grades in them. “My mom said you can come by tomorrow night instead of tonight since I have a doctor’s appointment.” 

“Okay, good luck,” you said with a small smile. Bonnie thanked you and Nancy gagged. You sent her a glare and she just rolled her eyes. Bonnie let you walk her to class after lunch while Nancy went to smoke in the parking lot. You went to Nancy after dropping off Bonnie to talk to her. 

“You look like an angry child,” Nancy said with a laugh. You pushed her backwards and against the window of someone’s car. “Not how I’d lead in, but I don’t mind if you need to play a little rough.” 

“What was that at lunch?” you asked and Nancy rolled her eyes at you again. 

“Bonnie is my friend Y/n. She was my friend long before she was your friend, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just sick of you two flirting and looking at each other like that all the time. Rochelle is too. Kiss her, ask her out, do something!” Nancy shouted at you. You took a couple deep breaths and backed away from her. “Now go to class and you ever come at me like that again and I’ll end you, Bonnie’s feelings be damned.” 

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“You really missed something,” Rochelle said as she walked up to you at your locker. 

“Sorry, I had to talk to the counselor,” you said as you shoved your books into your locker. “What’d I miss?” 

“I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise,” Rochelle said and you huffed. She left and you put your lunch in your locker as well. You felt a finger tap your shoulder and you turned to see Bonnie standing next to you. After a moment, you realized that she wasn’t covered up by her jacket and that the burn scars were gone. 

“Bonnie, um, hi,” you said, hoping she didn’t catch the crack in your voice. 

“Y/n, do you wanna walk me to class?” Bonnie asked and you nodded. The two of you walked together and if there was tension before, Bonnie’s newfound confidence brought it to a new level. At lunch, she sat closer to you, close enough that the two of you were touching. When you walked in the hallways together, her arm was looped with yours. And during gym, sometimes it felt like she was trying to tease you when you had to change. 

“Gimme one,” you said as you met Nancy in the parking lot. She moved her package of cigarettes away from you and moved out of your way as you tried getting one. “What the hell?” 

“Bonnie would kill me,” Nancy said and you huffed. “Seems she’s killing you. Why don’t you ask her out?” 

“Because she’s too good for me,” you said and Nancy blew smoke towards you. 

“Pretty sure she thinks the same thing about you,” Nancy told you. “But you’d have to talk to Rochelle about that. Why don’t we hang out Saturday?” 

“You never want to hang out with just me Nancy,” you pointed out and Nancy tilted her head as she looked you. “But I guess we can. What did you have in mind?” 

“We can get a burger, that place downtown you and Bonnie always sneak away to.” Nancy left before you could say no or ask how she knew that was where you went. 

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You waited for Nancy for over an hour. Just as you were getting up though, you saw Bonnie walking in. She smiled and waved at you. You were going to leave, but then you sat right back down and Bonnie sat across from you. 

“Rochelle didn’t tell me you were my date,” Bonnie said with a small smile. “I’m glad that you are though. She did the hard part for me.” 

“Nancy told me to meet her here, she said we don’t hang out enough,” you said and Bonnie laughed at that. “I’m glad that you’re here instead of her though.” 

“I’m glad that you’re who they set me up with,” Bonnie told you.

#bonnie x reader #bonnie imagine #bonnie imagines #Bonnie #The Craft #the craft imagine #the craft imagines #the craft x reader

[ruthoakenshield]

Very Good Friends (Chapter 14)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9]  [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11]  [Chapter 12]

Reader x Henry Cavill, Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!!   Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression,   humiliation, and some fluff to make us feel better. Smut comes later on in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!

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The next few weeks flew by for you and Henry. So much was going on and since your voice was not recovering as well as the doctor liked, he ordered you to not talk unless it was absolutely necessary. Henry tried to keep you from talking as much as possible to save your voice. He ended up getting you an electronic note pad device for you to carry around, so you could just write your answers and comments when people tried to talk with you to try to save your voice as much as possible. It frustrated you but you complied, slowly your vocal cords healed, and your voice slowly returned to normal.

When Dan’s PR person first let word got out of Dan’s arrest and their supposed reasoning for it, the media had a hayday. Henry was furious. He was always careful to not show his anger when you were around him, but you could feel him rumbling under the surface, whenever you were around. The energy and anger coming off of him you often felt radiating from him in waves. You tried not to take it personally. You knew he wasn’t mad at you but at your costar, Dan, and the person who leaked the info. You knew Henry cared for you deeply and you were grateful for his constant doting on you even when it grated on your nerves.

You were finally sleeping better and the reoccurring nightmares didn’t happen as often now that you had finally figured out how to shut them down and had been able to talk with Henry about your guilty feelings. When the nightmares did appear, you were able to recognize it starting and would wrap yourself up in your blanket burrito and cling to Henry and he would help you through it. The two of you became incredibly close during this time, and did the best you could to maintain a professional work ethic when on set and out in public; despite sharing a trailer and living together. Henry was careful not to pressure you for anything beyond friendship, insisting you needed to heal both emotionally as well as physically.

Once the initial meeting with everyone regarding this whole Rape debacle was done, Henry noticed your Personal Assistant seemed to be acting a bit odd over the following weeks. She was asking where you were going more often and asking where you go for your counseling sessions and claimed she should know so she could put it in your agenda on the calendar. You didn’t seem to think anything of it and told her where you went.

Henry frowned, but didn’t say anything. Something about her just rubbed him the wrong way. He mentioned it to his agent and his own Persona Assistant and asked them to keep an eye on her and to inform him if they heard or saw anything. They told him they would.

You and Henry returned to filming the rest of the scenes for the film about a week after Dan Raped you; and were welcomed back by many smiling faces. Makeup had their hands full trying to keep your numerous bruises hidden until they healed. A new actor, Richard Armitage, was hired to take over Dan’s role and re-shoots were started as soon as possible.

The director sat down with you, Henry and Richard and the three of you explained to him what happened to you and why he had been called on to take the roll. “I had heard rumors of what was going on, but wasn’t wanting to believe it. I’m glad you’re doing better, but you should’ve never had to go through that. I’m so sorry he did that to you, Y/n.” he tells you. You thank him.

After that, Richard and you began to re-shoot the scenes you two had together. Many of which you had no voice for yet. He was always careful with you and would frequently check in with you to make sure you were okay and to see if you needed anything while filming with him. It set you at ease, and you felt just as safe with him as you did with Henry. The two men, became good friends and tag-teamed taking care of you throughout the rest of principal filming and re-shoots.

The days went by fast and were long 12 - 16 hour days of work for everyone. You’d find yourselves falling asleep together with Henry, cuddled on the couch. Henry never pressed you to cuddle in his bed. On the nights you each fell asleep in your own locations, he would inevitably find you snuggled against him by morning with you wrapped in your comforter burrito. He always chuckled at it, finding it amusing, but never teased you about it.

One of the times you and Henry arrived for your counseling appointment, a few weeks after the initial appointment, the atmosphere seemed different. It irked Henry and he wasn’t sure what had changed. The two of you talked with the counselor and receptionist both seemed nosier than the last few times. Asking more personal questions and always having a seemingly legit reason for asking. Henry was cautious with his answers and would frown if you shared more than he thought you should be sharing.

When you both left the office, you were caught by the paparazzi and he was furious. Bellowing at them to leave the two of you alone, he picked you up and growled at them as they trailed the two of you. He put you in the BMW and took off in it once he shoved some of the paparazzi out of the way so he could get in the car. They followed the two of you for quite a while.

Henry called his publicist and agent on speakerphone, and told them someone notified the paparazzi of your appointment and he told them how the atmosphere at the counseling session was off and how your counselor was asking questions wanting more unnecessary details. They agreed that someone there was possibly leaking info to the paparazzi. He said that you would not be returning there for any more sessions until they found who was the snitch. You were bummed, but understood why he said this. It bothered you that one of them would leak such personal and private info when their reputation and careers were on the line.

You didn’t say anything as you were too scared both from the paparazzi and from how angry Henry had gotten. After he hung up the phone, he reached over to hold your hand while he drove to a local walking trail. He needed to calm down and talk with you knowing you were probably scared. He realized this was the first time he had gotten angry in front of you and saw the fear in your face.

Henry parked the car and turned to you. “I’m sorry I got so upset, Kitten.” he said softly. “I know you’re probably scared, and I don’t blame you. Can we go for a walk and talk?” he asks.

You nod. He gets out of the car after kissing your hand. You watch as he circles the car and opens the door for you. He helps you out and he holds your hand as he leads you along the path. You both are quiet for a few moments. Then he starts to explain to you why he got so upset. And you realize that there has been some of your personal information leaked to the press in regards to your counseling sessions and it is fueling rumors about you and Henry’s relationship.

Someone is feeding info to the press and you realize how precarious your privacy now is. He explains why he doesn’t want you going back to the counselor’s until they find out who is leaking info since they all signed legal papers promising not to share anything discussed or seen with anyone but the officer handling your case.

You tell Henry you understand and give him a hug and thank him for protecting you and looking out for you. He nods and the two of you enjoy the rest of your hike. You spend a couple hours just walking arm in arm and talking quietly. The trails are quiet this time of day and there aren’t very many people on it. The ones that are, leave the two of you alone.

Henry asks if you’d like to go have some fun and join him to see a movie tonight with some of his friends and their girlfriends, who have been badgering him to hang out. “I think we just need to have some fun hanging out in a group setting, nothing but having fun and making some new friends for you. Think you’re up for it?” He inquires You grin and nod.

He calls them and they agree to meet up at the movie theater. The two of you head to the car and go back to the trailer to change and head out. You all have fun and are teased about the two of you ‘just being very good friends’. His friends joke about ‘friends with benefits’ but Henry shuts them down with a glare when he sees you get quiet and start to retreat inward. “It’s nothing like that.” he says, “She’s my co-star and has been going through a rough patch after being raped by a co-star, and I’ve been helping her get through it.” he explains. They immediately apologize and stop teasing.

The rest of the night is fun for the two of you as you all decide to go bowling after the movie. The guys’ girlfriends and the group decide to do guys vs girls. They are a hoot, and you enjoy the banter between everyone, laughing yourself silly. The girls tell you that you’re welcome to come hang out with them any time and they give you their phone numbers. You thank them and continue to tease the guys who are trying to bowl.

The girls end up beating the guys, but only because the guys were getting drunk and the girls weren't. You and Henry call a ride and head home, Henry being plastered and you sober. You giggle at his antics and help him up the trailer’s narrow steps. He stumbles into the trailer and you close and lock the door.

“Come on, big guy let’s get you to bed.” you tell him. He looks at you with glassy eyes and says, “I wish you’d join me and be mine. I love you, Y/n.” you stare at him for a moment stunned. You tell yourself that it’s just the alcohol talking and you blush and tell him. “You know I can’t do that right now Big Bear, we are almost done shooting and then it’s the PR junket. Then we’ll see how we feel after all that.” you remind him. He leans down to kiss you, but you step away and drag him to the bedroom. You help him strip down to his boxers and then get him into his bed. You stand by the side of the bed after tucking him in, and kiss his forehead. “Go to sleep big Bear. You’re gonna have a headache in the morning.” he sighs and closes his eyes. “Love you, Kitten.” he mumbles as he passes out.

You chuckle, “Love you too, big Bear.” you whisper back, brushing his mop of curls out of his face. You sigh, “Nope, that wasn’t the alcohol talking. Now what do we do?” you wonder, and head to your makeshift bed in the living room. Sitting down, you try to work out your feelings for Henry. Yes, you love him, but in what way? Do you want to risk the close friendship for something more when this mess with the movie is all over? How would dating him end up working when he’s a big name actor and you have no idea if or where your path will lead should this film spark your career in acting further. You heave a big sigh. At least your bruises were pretty much gone. You feel better physically and though you still struggle with interacting with men when Henry isn’t around, it’s getting easier. Rich and the other male cast members and crew have been very good to you, and continue to encourage you and treat you kindly and with respect.

You look down at your phone and see that Henry’s publicist has messaged you. You open her texts, and she tells you that you two were spotted at the bowling alley and the pictures are on the internet. You frown and text her back. Asking what the problem is. She sends you a couple links and your eyes open wide when you see them. They are insinuating that the two of you are dating and were in a love triangle with your costar and that now the two of you are out celebrating the costar’s arrest.

You text her back that you both were simply having fun bowling with Henry’s friends and their girlfriends and that he made it abundantly clear with them that the two of you were just very good friends and NOT dating. It was definitely not celebrating the arrest of your costar and that there was absolutely no love triangle going on. That you and Henry are NOT dating and are NOT having sex and you never wanted to date nor have sex with Dan either.

She calls you and the two of you talk and she asks if you and Henry have recently gone to a hiking trail. You tell her yes, because of what happened at the counseling center and Henry needed to cool off and wanted to talk, that the two of you went to one after being mobbed this morning. She hums. “I think someone put a tracker on his car then. Because the paparazzi showed up soon after you arrived and were looking for the two of you, they got a couple pictures of his car, but must’ve left before the two of you returned. Don’t let him drive the car anywhere until we can have one of the police officers come and search for a GPS tracker on it.” she instructs you. you tell her it got left at the bowling alley since Henry got too drunk to drive home and you can’t drive a stick shift. She chuckles and tells you she’ll have an officer bring it back to the studio lot once it’s been checked for the tracker.

You frown and ask her why would someone be doing this to the two of you. She says she isn’t sure, but they think your personal assistant is making money off of feeding info about the two of you to the press and paparazzi. You ask her why your PA would do that. She tells you that when they looked into your PA further, they found out she was a HUGE fan of Dan’s and had been pissed when he started showing in interest in you and completely ignoring her. So, she set him up, telling him you wanted him and were just playing hard to get. Which is why he didn’t back off. She’s now pissed he got canned and you didn’t so she’s trying to cause trouble for you.

Henry’s publicist asks you if you’d be willing to help her set a trap for whoever is feeding the info. You tell her you are, and she tells you her plan and tells you the police are willing to help catch the person.

You two decide to set the plan in action in two days since it’s yours and Henry’s only day off for the week as you two are in the final push for filming. She said she will let yours and Henry’s Agents know of the plans and have her make lunch reservations for the two of you at a trusted restaurant Henry likes, “to discuss the Press junket plans”.

She says that the only ones who will know are you, Henry, her, his agent, the officer working your case and the restaurant’s manager, who they know won’t reveal his reservation. The day before, she tells you to let it slip to your personal assistant of the lunch plans at the restaurant. She tells you to do it where no one else will hear. Then, if the paparazzi appear, the police will go after your personal assistant and hopefully that's it for leaks, since they found out your counselor was also feeding info to the press and is now being sued by the studio on your behalf, for breach of contract and breaking client confidentiality. She tells you that the counselor will lose her license and never be able to practice because of this.

You ask who will be your assistant then, if yours is leaking info. She says the studio already agreed that you and Henry will share one for the rest of filming and PR, and she will get a raise since she will be helping the two of you if this hunch is right.

You yawn and thank her for her help. She tells you to have a good night and you both hang up.

Laying down on the bed, you struggle to fall asleep. You sneak into Henry’s room and grab the t-shirt he had worn earlier today. You brought it to your nose and smelled it. Grinning because it smelled like him, you take it back to the couch and pull it over your pillow. You wrap yourself in the comforter and snuggle the pillow and fall asleep pretending it's Henry.

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[henrycavell]

homecoming part 2

summary: Syverson has been medically discharged from the army after a suicide attempt. He’d been able to hide his deteriorating mental health for years from the men around him, but now he has to face it head on. Hopefully not alone.

word count: 1,899

pairing: Syverson x OFC warnings: none

authors note: this is another slow/kind of boring chapter!! sorry, i don’t want to make these chapters very long because i know when i read fanfics i prefer shorter chapters soooo, but i promise next chapter is gonna be sad and probably hurt your feelings <3

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PART 1 | PART 2

So the first meeting with Syverson could've gone better. Penelope had better first impressions with Aika than the with the former captain, but she was determined to turn things around. Returning to his home the next weekend, Penelope knocked before letting herself in, multiple grocery bags hanging from her arms. "Hey!" Her voice echoed quietly in the hall, the only response she was given besides the sound of Aika's nails hitting the wooden floors as she came running down the stairs. Making a mental note to schedule her an appointment with the groomers', Penelope brought the groceries into the kitchen, setting them down on the table. 

Syverson's pick-up hadn't been in the drive today, but Penelope didn't think on it too much. Beginning to take the groceries out of the first bag, Aika went running up to the back door, placing her paw up near the door knob and whining. "Need out, girl?" Penelope asked, setting down the coffee she held in her hands. Before letting Aika run free in the backyard, Penelope checked to make sure the gate was secure and then disappeared back inside to continue putting up all the groceries she'd bought. Every few minutes, Penelope would raise her head to look out the window to make sure Aika was still in sight. She couldn't help but feel on edge, she was still in a complete stranger's home and it was even worse when she knew he was out. 

Her gaze moved around the kitchen, noticing a thin layer of dust on the window sills and in the back edges of the counters. The floors looked like they could've used a decent mopping and there was a small pile of dishes in the sink too. Checking on Aika once more, Penelope moved to open the back door and decided to leave it open, allowing the dog to decide when she wanted to come back in. Placing her phone on the kitchen table, Penelope played her favorite band as she moved around the kitchen, starting with wiping down the counters and sweeping, before making her way to other rooms in the house. 

♫ We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower ♫

Making her way down the stairs after cleaning in every room upstairs, Penelope held a basket of dirty clothes on her hip with the intention of taking them to the laundry. Aika sat at the foot of the step, with her leash in her mouth, her head cocking to the side when the two made eye contact. "What's up, Aika?" Penelope asked, stepping off the last step before reaching down to take the leash from the dog. "You wanna go on a walk, huh?" Dropping the basket by her feet, Penelope knelt and clipped the leash to the dog's collar, holding it tightly in her hand as she opened the front door. "Okay girl, c'mon!"

Syverson had been gone most of that morning and afternoon to a psych appointment. He hated Friday mornings for that exact reason, twice a month a doctor sat across from him and tried picking his brain apart. And then by the end of the appointment, usually his meds were switched around, doses were changed. It was all such a big headache. Shutting the door behind him, he let himself slump against it, his shoulders drooping as he waited to hear the sound of Aika's paws hitting the floor.

Except he didn't. And the air around him had a slight scent of lemons to it. Pulling his brow together, Syverson stood up straight again and looked down seeing a laundry basket that he surely hadn't left there. "Aika?" No answer. Even though he was telling himself not to panic, Syverson could feel his heart start to pound heavy in his chest. Moving through the house, he stepped into the kitchen and saw things had been moved around, the dishes had been washed and new things sat on the counter like a fresh loaf of bread and a new box of cereal.

"Penelope?"

Still no answer. Sliding the back door open, Syverson stepped out onto the porch and called once more for his dog before his hands started to shake. Panic ran through every vein as he turned on his heel and returned back into the kitchen. If he could've just paused, taken a deep breath and just thought logically for just a second, he would've realized there was nothing to worry about. That it was obvious the volunteer from the VA had been here, that Aika's collar was missing from next to the front door, that they were just on a walk. But the only thought running through his head was that Aika was gone. Just gone.

Just breathe, he told himself, forcing his feet to carry him into the living room where he sank down on the couch. He let his head fall back, staring up at the ceiling as he took in deep breaths through his nose, trying to focus on how his chest would rise and fall. Closing his eyes, Sy told himself to wait, to try and relax before he spiraled out of control.

Penelope had only taken Aika for a short walk around the block. It had only been about ten minutes after Syverson arrived back home that they came in through the front door. The door shut behind Penelope and Syverson rocketed up off of the couch in the living room, no longer able to listen to the voice in his head trying to calm him down. Penelope unlatched the leash off of Aika’s collar, and the second she was free, she darted straight up to Syverson, whose entire body was tense and rigid. She licked his hand, but he didn't respond, instead, glaring a hole into the side of Penelope's head, waiting for her to give him her attention. When her eyes lifted to meet his, he launched straight into screaming. "You don't take my dog anywhere!" He stepped forward, backing Penelope up against the door. Aika whined, laying down in the floor on her belly, hiding her eyes behind her paws.

Caught off guard, Penelope pressed her back up against the door, lifting her hands up by instinct, her eyes widening in fear as Syverson seemed to grow in size, bulking up on her. "What’s the matter? I just took her for a walk-"

"I don't care!" Syverson shouted, feeling like his face was on fire, sure that it was blistering red. He didn't trust Aika with anyone, certainly not a weak looking thing like Penelope. Syverson only knew Aika to listen to him and he didn't even want to think about half of the horrible scenarios running through his mind had she broken loose from the girl. Aika was more than just a dog to him. Hell, Aika was the only thing keeping him alive, especially on his bad days. His hands tightened into fists by his sides, veins popping out and running up his arm. Penelope could feel her heart hit her stomach, watching the anger on the man's face as his chest swelled. "Get out," he growled.

"W-what?" Penelope frowned, pulling her brow together as she looked down at his fists. She could feel her heart in her throat, wondering briefly to herself if he was the type to hit a woman. His fist alone seemed like it was the size of her head and she didn't really want to think too hard on how it might feel to be hit by a man his size. Aika was getting back to her feet, coming up behind Sy's legs, nudging her head against his knees in an attempt to comfort him, hoping it would help him to cool down.

"Get. Out." His voice had lowered now, though Penelope could still hear the exasperation in his voice. The man took a step back, his hand reaching down to scratch behind Aika's ears, trying his damnedest to get himself under control. Penelope felt frozen, her feet glued to the floor as she felt hot, burning tears in her eyes. For the last few hours she had worked hard around his home, nearly finished with everything besides his laundry. "Don't make me tell you again, girl!" Syverson stepped back towards her, feeling his anger spike once more. The sharp gaze he gave her was enough to startle her into jumping forward, slinging the front door open.

He slammed the door closed behind her and she heard the locks falling into place. Her hands were trembling as she looked over her shoulder towards the front door, slowly moving off of the porch. This time, Penelope had no intention of coming back. There had been plenty of times where she found herself in arguments or uncomfortable situations with other veterans she helped, but never had she felt directly threatened. Penelope kept her head down as she hurried to her car, not taking a second glance back.

That evening, Penelope had been quick to submit a report on Syverson, detailing his sizable outburst and how she had felt threatened. One of her counselors had asked if she felt comfortable continuing to see the former captain and she had answered no. 

"I'm sorry this happened," he sighed, closing Syverson's file and pointing towards the door, seeing Penelope out. "I'll have you a new client on Monday morning." 

It didn't feel good giving up on someone, but she told herself that she had to put herself first, her safety first. Penelope had never found herself in a situation with a man where she felt in danger, but now when she closed her eyes, her brain was just sending her into what if circumstances, the image of his tightened fists and clenched jaw permanently etched into her mind. Penelope just nodded, trying to keep her head held up as she left the counselor's office.

Out in the hall, she was having a hard time shaking this sinking feeling she had, like guilt was already beginning to eat her alive and she had only made her decision mere moments ago. Heading out into the lobby, Penelope stopped by the front desk, leaning her elbow against it and letting out a heavy sigh. The receptionist, a girl named Katherine, looked up at her and gave a confused look. "You alright? Ready to sign out, girly?" At the same time, a psychiatrist came walking up to the desk to check back in from their lunch hour. 

"Not really-" Penelope sighed, hearing her phone ding in her pocket, but for the moment, she ignored it. "When do you get off today? Wanna go get drinks?" she asked, picking up the pen to scribble her name on the sign-out sheet. 

Outside, the sun was already beginning to hide behind the horizon and storm clouds were rolling in. There was a heavy scent in the air, like the smell right before it rains. Penelope had been disappointed to hear that Katherine was pulling a double shift as she sank into the driver seat of her car. It seemed like she was heading to the bar alone.

Ding! Her phone went off a second time, reminding her of the message she had ignored only a few minutes prior. Her eyebrows raised slightly when she saw the the name that popped up on the small screen.

𝚃𝚎𝚡𝚝: 𝟽:𝟸𝟹𝚙𝚖 𝚂𝚢𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛.

#captain syverson #captain syverson x ofc #henry cavill fanfic #captain syverson fanfic #henry cavill x oc #homecoming #henry cavill fanfiction

[stanning-reyna]

He Can’t be Gone Forever

Annabeth’s first response to Luke’s betrayal (may deviate from canon). Takes place at the end of TLT.

Percy was alright, despite having a deadly scorpion put on him. Thankfully, some nymphs had found him before the poison had entered his blood stream and brought Percy to the infirmary where Chiron healed him. Two days later he was up and around, and he had important news to share. 

Annabeth hadn’t seen Luke since Percy showed up with the scorpion sting. She didn’t think much of it since he had been so distant lately, but what Percy told them confirmed her worst fears about the situation. Luke was the one who tried to kill him. More than that, he was the one who stole the lightning bolt, tried to start a war between the gods, and was serving Kronos. And he was gone. 

The Stolls had found his bunk made with clean sheets, a rarity in the Hermes cabin, and his backpack and sword were nowhere to be seen. There was nothing else to be said about it. They had no idea where he had gone or what he was doing, and certainly no way to stop him. Chiron appointed Travis the new head of the Hermes cabin, but everyone knew that would include his brother Conner as his partner. Annabeth had been asked to move Luke’s trunk and all his possessions into the attic of the Big House so that another kid could use his bunk.

When she entered the Hermes cabin, it was surprisingly quiet. Even at half capacity, like it was now, there was always noise and activity filling the space, but now it seemed a much more somber mood. News must have spread around camp about Luke’s betrayal, or maybe Travis thought the cabin should know. Either way, no one said a thing as Annabeth walked towards his bunk. His photos were still tacked to the wood, pictures of him with his siblings, his friends, and one taken years ago of herself, Thalia, and Luke. Annabeth tried to keep a neutral expression on her face as she took each one down and placed it on the bed, but for whatever reason, tears threatened to spill out.

“Hey,” Annabeth turned towards the sound of the voice to see Travis. He looked a lot less energetic than usual, and the mischievous grin that he often had on his face was gone. “Thanks for doing that. Chiron probably doesn’t trust us not to steal any of Luke’s goods, but like he would care, ya know?” he said, trying to lighten the gloomy mood of the cabin. “Yeah, it’s no problem. Is there anything else I should grab?” she replied. Travis tossed a sweatshirt that had been hanging off another bunk at her, which Annabeth recognized to be Luke’s University of Maine hoodie. He had wanted to go there when he was 18, but demigods living alone outside of camp didn’t usually end too well. Plus he had tons of little siblings to look after. 

“That should be it.” She gathered up Luke’s possessions and started to head out the door. “Annabeth?” Travis called, his tone much more serious than before. “If you’re not busy, I was wondering if you could give me some tips on being a counselor later. Cause I have no clue what to do. Luke had always taken care of things so well, and...” he trailed off. Annabeth understood what he meant. The Hermes cabin was a mess with crowding and kids constantly coming and going, but Luke had always managed to make it feel like family, like no matter what your parent did or didn’t do you were never alone. “Yeah, I can help you. But I think it’s alright if you don’t master the whole leader thing right away.” With that, she left the cabin and made her way to the Big House.

In the attic, the far window was open, letting the late summer air flow through the musty room. Carrying Luke’s trunk up the three sets of stairs to the attic had worn her out, so she took a moment to catch her breath. I would never have had to do this if Luke hadn’t decided to leave all of a sudden, Annabeth thought. And now Travis has to take over the Hermes cabin, and we have no one to teach sword fighting to the new campers, and no one to lead stealth missions during capture the flag, and- she kept ranting to herself about all the holes Luke had left at camp that they now had to compensate for, anger rising in her the whole time. Annabeth wanted to scream at him, make him feel bad for messing up their home like this. 

She found herself lugging his trunk towards the open window and placing it on the ledge. With an angry yell, Annabeth shoved it over the edge and watched as it fell, colliding with the ground in a loud thud. A few campers standing outside the infirmary below jumped in surprise, letting out a “watch where you throw things”. The wooden sides of the trunk had cracked, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Annabeth’s rage. She grabbed a piece of metal at random from the junk-filled attic and stormed down the stairs. Upon reaching the trunk, she finished the job of smashing it to pieces with her weapon, which turned out to be a sturdy curtain rod. The campers from before watched in bewilderment as she mauled the box. Its lid went flying with the last blow, revealing the contents Annabeth so desperately wanted to avoid. 

She could now see a stack of orange camp shirts and smuggled snacks that had once belonged to Luke. They still do, she corrected herself. He’ll be coming back. For the past couple days, Annabeth had chosen to ignore the thought, but she couldn’t push it aside any longer. What if he never returns to camp? Sure, Annabeth was mad, but she couldn’t bear to think of someone she was so close to never being in her life again. Luke was like her brother, even before they arrived at camp they had been family. Then why did he betray camp and leave me? Another thought she wanted to push away.

Her anger had now been joined by a sad, heavy feeling as she gathered what was left of the box and its contents and carried it up to the attic, where it would stay until Luke reclaimed it. And he would be back to reclaim it, she thought. He can’t be gone forever.

AN: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so please bear with me here. It will *hopefully* get better. Tell if you liked it or if you have helpful suggestions/constructive criticism!

#annabeth chase #percy jackson #luke castellan #travis stoll #conner stoll #percyjacksonandtheolympians #the lightning thief #percyjacksonandtheolympiansfanfiction #annabethchasefanfiction #pjo fanfic #percyjacksonandtheolympiansfanfic

[addercharmer]

Izumi is told it takes her three days to stop dissociating, Nezu sitting in her closet when she finally comes to isn't much of a surprise.

"Sorry dad." Her voice cracks as she speaks. 

"No, I should have warned you about the trip." He tells her softy, she can hear the remorse all but leaking from his tone. 

Izumi throws caution into the wind and grabs the stoat and brings him into her lap, she holds him tightly as she finishes pulling herself from the last of the dark thoughts. 

"Up pup, you need a shower and some food." Nezu urges her. 

Izumi let's him go and starts to shift around carefully, her body is stiff and she knows very well that moving too fast will make it ache worse. 

Her shower is long, it leaves the bathroom full of steam that billows out when she opens the door. 

With her hair wrapped up in a towel and wearing a new set of loungewear, Izumi slowly makes her way into the kitchen, where she finds Nezu cooking. When he had purchased the bungalow he had installed a secondary counter where he could comfortablely stand and cook. 

"What did I miss?" Izumi asks as she sits at the table and starts to sip at the tea waiting for her. 

"Not much, we did first aid training on the trip, and some more quirkless combat." Nezu informs her with a quick smile over his shoulder. 

"The sports festival is in two weeks, we really need to up the training in both quirkless and quirked fighting." He speaks his thoughts. "I don't really want to do quirked training without you, as a licensed quirk counselor it is only appropriate." 

Izumi pauses mid sip, her brain is whirring. It may not be moving at its normal speed but it was still enough to make her still momentarily as she flits from plan to plan. 

"I think some one-on-one time is needed with most of the class, but honestly I don't know if I should focus on the ones who are still pro's in the future or the ones who aren't." Izumi admits. 

"I think that it should all be equal, if you can strengthen them all then there is a high probability that they will all be pro's." Nezu shares his thoughts. 

"Un." Izumi grunts before standing to retrieve the plates and bring them to the table. 

"Maybe we could offer scheduled appointments to all students for quirk counseling...maybe after the festival, that way the first and second years can still try to change courses next year."  She murmurs between bites of food. 

Nezu's fork pauses between the plate and his muzzle. "Turn your tutoring into office hours for quirk counseling, should have thought of that. The school counselor never got a full license for quirks." He mumbles still frozen like a statue. 

"Dad, eat." Izumi says to bring him back from his own thoughts running away from him. 

Nezu unfreezes and continues with breakfast. They eat quietly and Izumi is thankful that it's a Sunday and there are no classes. 

She cleans up after they finish eating, it's a simple thing that allows her mind to go high speed but not have to think about what she's doing. 

"Dad, can you braid my hair for me?" Izumi suddenly asks, she doesn't know where the sudden desire came from, but she gives into it. 

"Grab the brush and come to the living room." The stoat answers. 

Izumi does just that, leaving the towel her hair was wrapped in in the bathroom. She flops ungratefully in front of the couch and holds the brush over her shoulder. 

They are quiet as Nezu brushes her hair out, Izumi relaxes and let's her mind drift a little. 

A soft pat to her shoulder let's her know that Nezu is done, the braid is longer than Izumi had expected it to be, the end settling just above the curve of her back when she stands to replace the brush and retrieve her phone and laptop. 

Sitting next to Nezu on the couch this time she unlocks her phone and is startled by the number of notifications she has, they are all messages from the four friends she had made. 

Kayama is a flurry of words all saying the same thing, hoping she is well and asking her to text back. 

Aizawa sent a total of three, one an apology for avoiding her, one asking after how she's doing, and the last suggesting that they go to the cafe when she feels better. 

Shirakumo's texts are much like Kayama's, all asking how she is and demanding she reply. 

Yamada's are all a mixture of emojis and words, some of them are pretty confusing but Izumi figures that they are supposed to be well wishes. 

Shaking her head at the four of them, Izumi decides to just create a group chat. 

Mouse?Bear?Human? Has created group chat: had added 'sleepdeprivedcat', 'LoudAssCloud', and two others. 

Mouse?Bear?Human?: Hi! I am okay, thank you for worrying. 

IBreakGlass: Izumi-chan. \( ͡╯ ͜ʖ ͡╰)/

FemFatale: Shes alive!

Mouse?Bear?Human?: I'm much better now, thank you. 

LoudAssCloud: thnk kami

                           :  NW jst happy ur ok

sleepdeprivedcat: culd u all stfu its 2 early 4 this. 

IBreakGlass: nope Izumi finally replied. 

LoudAssCloud: no way

Mouse?Bear?Human?: Sorry Aizawa-kun, I didn't think that 8 was early. 

FemFatale: look what you did shō the poor species confused fem feels bad.

sleepdeprivedcat: stfu nem

                               : meet @ the cafe @ 12

sleepdeprivedcat is offline. 

Izumi shook her head as she logged out of the group chat as well and locked her phone after setting an alarm for her to leave.

She was excited to see Morpheus again, it felt like it had been far too long. 

Izumi then pulls her laptop over and loses herself to finding enough dirt on Endeavour to get his children and wife away from him, he makes it fairly easy because he keeps all of his documents on a cloud account. 

She's got half of the account downloaded when her phone alarm rings, it jerks her out of the emotionless state she had to force herself into when reading the 'diary' Endeavor had of Touya's 'training'. 

"Dad." Izumi calls out as she shifts her laptop onto the coffee table. 

"Yes?" She jumps a little when she hears him reply from right beside her. 

"I'm gonna go to the cat cafe with the others, but Endeavour's cloud documents are half downloaded, can you watch them for me?" She asks and she turns. 

"Mmmm, sure." The stoat answers her, Izumi is curious at why he sounds so distracted. 

With a shift and a turn of her head she catches real estate listings, Izumi grins to herself as she stands and goes to get ready.

#rewound #takami keigo #female midoriya izuku #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #kayama nemuri #shirakumo oboro #dad nedzu #time travel #chapter13