#Like if I breathe wrong he’s sending emails about it but on the rare occasion where I have to note that

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Guy at my job has a one sided beef with me and now my emails are a war zone. Trench warfare in the emails. Fire and screaming and etc.

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Lee Minho x female reader / 1.4k words / angst / fluff

Apart of the ‘i’m stuck with a phobia’ series

Warnings: panic attacks, immense amounts of stress, self-doubt

Atychiphobia is the fear of failure. It is a phobia that focuses on the inability to attempt a goal that is not a guaranteed success. The fear of failure can be paralyzing even in a comfortable, safe zone.

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You knew you were better than this, but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. A recruiter representing a big corporate that you had dreamt of working for had reached out to you in an attempt to offer you a position at the company. The recruiter had seen the amazing work you had done and the projects you had accomplished while finishing school. But truthfully, it scared you. The thought of failure did. 

The overwhelming amount of anxiety that rushed through every limb of your body at the small thought of failure made you reluctant to even attempt the offer or to even email the recruiter back. You felt as if you were paralyzed, but stuck staring at your screen, only able to imagine all the possible ways as to why you shouldn’t even consider the offer. You were so consumed in your negative thoughts that you hadn’t even realized that your body was beginning to shake from the immense amount of anxiety and stress you were feeling. Tears began to pool out of your eyes as suddenly, you were unable to control your emotions.

You were content with your life and focusing on classes at the moment. You weren’t a fan of big life decisions since there was always the possibility that they might not work out. Life was already uncertain, but you liked to find ways to make it secure with guaranteed success. Your boyfriend knew this too, but he didn’t realize how strongly you felt about it until he found you sobbing at your desk chair. It was a rare occasion for you to get emotional since you hated showing how weak you could be, so Minho knew it had to be something terrible.

“Baby, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” Minho asked softly, turning you to face him before he pulled you up and into his warm embrace.

You continued to sob at the email you had just read. It stated that the company would be more than thrilled to have you come work for them whenever you were done with school. It also gave a detailed list of benefits that you would acquire once starting in the position. It was a dream come true. But then your fear of failure took control of your emotions, sending you into a spiraling panic attack full of self doubt. Your smile dwindled as you began to think of all the different ways that you could potentially mess up, embarrass yourself, or hurt your career if you didn’t execute the given task perfectly. You weren’t sure how successful you would be at the job or if you even would be after starting. This made you think that attempting the job would be a mistake, which prompted you to sob at how upsetting your thoughts were.

“I-I just can’t do it,” You sobbed harder, trying your best to catch your breath as you were beginning to hyperventilate. Your anxiety had gotten the best of you and won this round as you spiraled down into the dark place you never wanted to go to.

“Can’t do what? What do you mean Y/N?” Minho questioned, confused at the statement you told him. You pointed towards the screen that was still shown lit as you nuzzled your face further into Minho’s chest.

Minho held onto you tightly as he brought your laptop over to the bed and sat the two of you down, so that you could rest your head onto his chest while he read the email. He began to rub circles into your back to try to soothe you while still concentrating on the message before him. His eyes grew wide at the amazing news but then turned back to look at your distraught figure, wondering why you were so upset about it.

“This is your dream firm to work at and they are begging you to work for them. What is upsetting you so badly baby?” He cooed, brushing the hair out of your face as he caressed your cheek carefully.

“What if I fail while working for them? What if I disappoint them? What if I can’t give them the help that they need? What if I get fired?” You began to ramble on as your tears cut you off just to hide your face back into Minho’s chest.

Minho let a smirk form on his lips as he chuckled lightly before placing a kiss onto your head, making you confused as to his sudden change in attitude, “What? Why are you laughing?” You asked, curious as to what game he was playing.

“You are just so cute. You are so worried about the possibility of failure that you are afraid to attempt it. Baby, they would not have messaged you this thoughtful, long email if they didn’t think you were perfect for the position and wanted you to be there. You want to be there too. This is your dream firm, you can do it baby,” Minho lectured while running his fingers through your hair to calm your nerves.

“Why am I so scared of this?” You asked quietly, not sure as to what was going on with your emotions or why you weren’t as happy as you should be.

“It’s normal to be afraid of failure. A lot of people are scared to fail and that’s why they never reach high enough or make it to their full potential. You deserve to reach that, especially when it is sitting right in front of you. Don’t let this fear drive you away from your dreams. You have to take the leap baby, I’ll be here with you every step of the way,” Minho exclaimed with a small grin as he placed a soft kiss on your nose.

You released a big sigh you were holding in as you nodded your head slowly, “I know I need to accept the offer. It's everything I’ve ever wanted, yet here I am fearing that if I do, all I’ll do is fail,” You continued to take deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.

“You know there is a phobia for that. It’s called,” Minho paused as he quickly grabbed his phone out to look up the name, “It’s called Atychiphobia and it's actually one of the top phobias for people. See you aren’t alone baby,” He smiled down at you, trying to lighten the mood a bit to get you feeling better. 

You groaned, hiding your face into Minho's chest, “If it helps, you won’t fail Y/N. You are so bright and full of motivation, and the future can be scary, but you won’t fail baby. Don’t let that fear bring you down, just take the criticism and use it to motivate yourself for the next obstacle,” Minho stated, sounding like a knowledgeable 80 year-old man.

“I know you are right. I don’t think it would be good for me to accept the offer right now since I still feel crappy, but I’ll accept it in the morning as long as you stay by my side to do it. I don’t think I can do it alone without panicking again about the future and possible failure ahead of me,” You closed your eyes, feeling more at peace after talking things through with the person you trusted most.

You snuggled into Minho’s side as he began to rub calming circles into your back before placing a soft kiss on your head, “I think you need to get some rest. You really wore yourself out overthinking about what could and couldn’t happen baby. I know it’s your fear speaking, but I’ll make sure to reassure you anytime you need it, so we can move forward and hopefully overcome it,” Minho smiled tiredly down at your exhausted frame with admiration in his eyes.

“I’ll get there one day, but you have to stay by my side and help me through it,” You pouted, wanting to lighten the mood a bit from the previous mental breakdown you just had.

“I would never imagine leaving your beautiful self baby. Let’s get some rest, I’ll sing to you if it’ll help you sleep,” He cooed cutely, making you internally squeal as you nodded before adjusting your position to now lay under the covers with him.

He turned the lights off before returning to the warm bed and pulling you into his chest as he began to hum Levanter softly since he knew that song calmed your anxious nerves and gave you clarity. You could only think about what would have happened if you didn’t have Minho in your life. You probably would have let your phobia of failure win and ruin your life from not accepting the position, but thankfully, you had Minho there to comfort and talk some sense into your scattered brain. He was the glue that kept you together even in the hardest of times.

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Beta: @tinysweetscrown​ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Reader x Yoongi Genre: Smut Warning: Auralism (sexual sounds), Masturbation, oral sex (m & f receiving), penetrative Sex, voyeurism. Words: 3.6k

You had been roommates for a few years now, really great ones so you thought. Taehyung was handsome, kind, and witty, a gentle guy who enjoyed some eccentric hobbies and rarely started beef. You liked him for sure but not romantically and any feelings you may have had didn’t take over your life. He always brought home different girls and you had your books and loud music to drown it all out. Other than that, the two of you lived in harmony, eating and talking trash together. 

Things between work and home had been going great. You felt like you were finally getting somewhere with your work. It took months to get this ahead in paperwork, that is until your boss surprised you with a document you had forgotten to include. Months of work you had to redo, because he didn’t give you all the required documents. Bitterly you remember asking for this form a week ago and being told he would send it over email, but obviously never did. Thankful for the completed worksheets in front of you, it made writing new ones easier. 

Before you could end your shift your boss asked you to stay a little longer, just to discuss how the edit was going. Explaining that you were halfway through, he lectured you about making sure to remember every document before beginning a task. His lecture went so long you glanced at the clock. You would have to race to the bus if you wanted to make it on the last trip of the night.

You were running down the street when the bus passed by, causing you to curse loudly. Taking out your mobile, you called for a taxi, paying the man and collecting your bags. You realized you had left your wallet in the cab and had to call them back. As you waited for the taxi outside the apartment building where you lived, it began raining. Seriously what was today? 

With your wallet returned, you entered the rooftop apartment. You never understood why these apartments always were the setting for so many K-dramas. You had gotten into a discussion with your good friend Seokjin; both agreeing that the rooftop was the worst due to the heat. So the rain was your saving grace. Fighting the keys in the lock, you were quick to shed your bag on the hook by the front door. 

Stepping into the apartment. It was a modern style, everything open directly from the front door was the living room, behind the couch was the dining table and behind that the kitchen. On the other side of the living room was a hall that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. It was cozy. You really enjoyed living in the small home. 

Even if at night the pipes in the ceiling rattled ominously, or that you didn’t have a proper laundry and as it was just a washing machine in the cupboard by the dining table. But there were so many good memories within the apartment, like the couch you and Taehyung had carried half way across town and broke to get it to fit through the front door. Or the hole in the wall where you both had decided to roller skate in doors and he fell through the drywall.

Yes, you were fond of all the little cracks in the tiles and all the chips in the paint as they were memories that you loved and shared with your best friend and roommate. The very same roommate you had walked in on getting dressed up in the living room. He was buttoning up a dress shirt, when he noticed you across the room.

“Okay, how do I look?” he said, while you hopped out of your shoes and coat, which you put away neatly in their rightful places. 

“What’s the goal for the night?” Eyes sliding up and down his form. 

“To get some,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Then you look good” you threw him two thumbs up. You walked to the washing machine, which was hidden inside a cupboard in your small apartment and began stripping from your drenched work uniform, standing there in only your bra and underwear. 

You were both comfortable with each other, but this was no rom-com. You were pretty sure if he liked you, he wouldn’t fart in your room at night and run away laughing. Taehyung noticed your appearance with a laugh. “An umbrella,” he said with his finger in the air as if he had had a profound idea before running off to find one.

With the washing machine set you wondered what you would do in the house by yourself tonight, you walked down the hallway towards your room. Pressing the bedroom door open you were met with a strange sight. There was water all over your bed and dripping onto the floor “TAE! What did you do?”

“What? I didn’t do anything” He stepped in inspecting your room and his mouth fell open. “Oh no”

The rain you had praised earlier was another omen of bad luck. There must be a leak, and a big one at that, in your roof and it completely soaked the bed. Taehyung was quick to call the landlord, who said they would send someone to inspect it the next day. 

Did you do something wrong in this life or a past life, why did you deserve this? You pushed your bed aside and placed a large bucket under the drippage, pacing and nervously looking around at all your treasured items. Taehyung loosened his tie, sending a text to his current fling that he was unavailable.

"Hey shh, it's okay listen, we are Bro's I have extra space in my room. I will make room and we can move your bed and any valuables in case something happens." You spent the evening moving everything, you couldn’t believe he canceled his evening with his latest girl,Alana. She was really pretty. 

"Sorry about your girl?"

"It's all good, she can’t resist me” he gave a cheeky box grin.

Dinner and movies helped you forget about the disasters in your life. You both laid in Taehyung’s bed while your mattress was upright in the corner of the room, drying. 

The digital cloak on Taehyung’s bedside table began to blur, the soft blue LED numbers ticking over. You were in a haze like sleep, when you heard heavy breathing and whispering. A woman’s voice talking quietly seemed to really pull you from your sleep state. Taehyung was face timing Alana. 

You tried to ignore it, but their hushed whispers became muffle giggles. You heard the blankets move slowly and cautiously. Taehyung shushing Alana while she purposefully tried to exaggerate her sounds. The out of breath words, became soft moans accompanied by the slow movements against the blankets that gently bounced the mattress. There was a sticky wet sound that you knew was his hand pumping around his shaft.

How you wanted to look. Each new sound sent a volt of electricity through your body. The dirty talk increased.

“You are such a little slut,” Taehyung growled. “You couldn’t even wait, one night”

“I want to come so bad,” Alana’s sickly sweet voice spoke through the phone and you wanted nothing more than to throw the phone. “I want to see”

“Fuck, I wish I was there right now, I would sink this thick cock so deep baby” He moved the blankets aside and the sounds were clearer almost deafeningly loud. How did he not know you were awake. “God I want to fill you up”

His hand moved faster, sounds of air pushing past his lips like he was trying to muffle it with tight lips, but it was too powerful to prevent. He came. His voice was a low growl, you could practically feel it in your own throat, it was so raw. 

His cry broke mid climax and his hips bucked into his closed fist. The imagery and sounds had you soaking through your panties, you tried lying as still as possible to not let Taehyung know, you heard it all your heartbeat strumming mercilessly against your clit. 

He leaned over the bed shuffling around.

“I gotta go and clean up” Taehyung sounded a little frustrated. He was panting, whispering a quiet thank you as he said goodbye to Alana.

“Fuck, I didn’t think I was going to cum so fast, it’s okay Tae it’s only for a few days until the roof is fixed” Taehyung leant over the side of the bed rummaging around before readjusted the blankets with a deep sigh and falling promptly to sleep. 

His soft rhythmic snores attesting to his workout. You however were not so lucky, unable to fall back asleep. Feeling guilty and ashamed for listening. You felt like a creep, but he must have known the risk by doing something like this in the same room, in the same bed. 

With Taehyung fast asleep, you shamefully took care of your business, you remembered the sounds and his groans. Recalling them made you desperate, the girl he was on the phone with praised him for how big he was, so you did your best to add a finger more than you usually did, biting your pillow trying to stay quiet. 

The next day you moved about the house, heading to work and forgetting all about what had happened. Work was slow and tedious and by the time it was all over, you were completely exhausted. Hoseok the most energetic and on some occasions the most annoying co-worker you had the pleasure of working with smiled in your direction. Practically skipping over to chat your ear off which usually made you feel better, but you weren’t feeling good at all. The thought of your room slowly flooding and your things being destroyed really put a damper on your work ethic.

You had plans to box everything up and perhaps have it sent to storage while the repairs were underway. Tae had contacted you saying that the maintenance guy came and they had to repair the roof and the ceiling. He also said that he had put your mattress in the sun to dry and would bring it in, when it was dry or before nightfall. This gave you some hope things could get better, putting a little more effort into your work. You would finish it all today you decided, even if you had to stay all night.

Walking inside the apartment you stripped out of your uniform as always and threw them into the washing machine. Stopping yourself from entering your bedroom, you walked into Taehyung’s room, not thinking anything of it. You froze at the sight. Taehyung lay naked, his head back and eyes closed while Alana took care of him. You could see he indeed was  big, bigger than you had thought, and much bigger than your own finger the other night. Sneakily crawling across the room while the two were busy in their activities, you grabbed your over sized sweater and yoga pants before turning to crawl out of the room,trying not to startle or disturb them. 

Turning to exit you paused momentarily in the middle of the room, when you finally gave in to your urges and took a peek. Taehyung had a firm grasp on Alana’s head and was thrusting hard, You could hear Alana gagging at the sheer size of him. The sucking sound squelching as he fucked her throat, as it tried to close around him, rejecting him. What a waste, he should at least be with someone who could take him, you thought. Clearly not you, you weren't any better yourself. 

You escaped, but the images you witnessed had lit a spark between your hips. You headed out, leaving the apartment, deciding it was almost too dangerous to stay. Also it was kind of frustrating and weird to just sit in the living room and listen to the two enjoying themselves. A mix of respecting their privacy and the growing urgency of her own sexual frustration.

Yoongi’s apartment was nice. He was a music producer and worked with many of the latest artists. He was a friend, whom you had a history with, and you were sort of banking on the fact that because of  said ‘history’,he might help you out. 

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently. Min Yoongi wasn’t the type to rush. He answered tiredly and thoroughly confused to see you. "Hey what's up?" 

"Yoongi I need to ask you a favor”

"Okay," he allowed you in with a swing of his arm, stepping back to allow you inside. You barely made it past the threshold before you asked him.

"Remember that time we both got drunk at  Jin’s New Years’ party?"

"Uh, the time we agreed would be better if we didn't talk about?" he eyed you curiously.

"Look I still don't want to talk about it, but did you hate it?"

"No, you sucked my dick why would I hate that?"

"Can I do it again?"

He stared in shock, a little concerned as to why you were really here. "Why?"

"Look I am pent up, and I need a dick in my mouth and I trust  that we can do this and it means nothing at all, you won't call me up to ask me how I am feeling and it won't be awkward. So would you be interested in a free BJ?"

"I mean I don't feel like it, you know? I'm not really in the mood," he shuffled, running his hands through his hair. 

"Oh okay, that's fine then" You nodded and went back to the entryway ready to put on your shoes and leave. Yoongi grabbed your arm, not looking at you, but leading you further inside his apartment.

"Hey woah, I didn't say I wouldn't help. You are frustrated and I don't need it, but I would be more than happy to help you."

You looked at him and he patted the dining room table, "Sit up here, you caught me at a good time. I am hungry," he licked his lip. Carding his fingers through your hair, brushing it off your neck and inhaling the sweet smell of your skin. His dexterous fingers sliding to the front of your jeans as he whispered dirty things into your ear.

“What do you want me to do?” he said, palming and massaging your thighs slowly. You moaned, grabbing his hand and dragging it closer to your core. He retracted his hand back quickly “Use your fucking words or you will get nothing, I don’t want to play” He was set in his ways. Yoongi never messed around nor was he someone for anything implied. He was a man who liked things to be direct and clear. So of course he wanted the same thing when it came to your consent.

“Can you?” you blushed “Eat me out?”

“You want me to taste this pretty pussy baby, I want to thank you for the New Years party,” Yoongi popped the button of your jeans grabbing the tiny slider on your zip between his thumb and forefinger. He not only pulled the slider down the teeth of the zip, he also pressed his knuckles into your skin grinding down against your clothed heat. 

He pushed you to lean back on the table and ripped the denim from your hips and followed with your underwear. He watched you shiver from the cold air and pulled up a seat at the head off the table, his gaze strong. He didn’t bother taking off your sweater as he didn’t feel it necessary. Self-conscious you pulled your knees together and he slapped the curve of your hip in a warning causing you to let your knees fall open again.

“Now I can see how pretty you are glistening in the light, you still want this?” at your verbal confirmation he scooted his chair forward wrapping his arms under your thighs and around to hold them apart. Without hesitation, he dived straight in and your body locked up at the sudden pleasure. It was intense and everything you needed, his pants and growls sounded like he was purring as he pressed his hot mouth against you. 

You loved every minute of it; the way his tongue seemed to move so uniquely and so fast. The way his long thin fingers plunged inside you and curled up, hitting something deep within you that had your hips twitching in response. You were so lost in the feeling and you weren't being quiet. He pulled away panting, resting his cheek against your thigh as he grinning up at you. 

"You taste so sweet" Yoongi breathed, you were shaking and in absolute bliss, something about him devouring you with such gusto made it so much better. After his quick breather, he returned to his task as if it was his civic duty to bring you pleasure. No one had ever been so excited to eat you out. You were so close, your eyes scrunching closed and toes curling. Fantasies of Taehyung playing out in your head, had you releasing the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced.

You came, body tensing in waves and he continued not lowering the pressure until you were completely spent. "I'm not going to lie. I am ready now if you want to continue" Yoongi offered you more. Breathless, your mouth moved saying yes as you nodded, but barely any sound came out. 

He moved you to the couch, casually strolling off to grab a condom from the nearby junk draw. Returning he lowered his sweat pants to his knees and pumped his long length, rolling the thin layer of latex over the head and down to the base. Yoongi’s cock was pretty. He turned to you, and gestured for you to sit on his lap. Yoongi was good at sex, but it just couldn't compare to his expertise in oral pleasure. You remembered Taehyung’s size and frowned. Yoongi had the length but not quite the girth. His voice was deep too, but the tone was off. 

With all your thoughts and imagination on Taehyung, you spurred yourself on, getting closer and closer until you came tightly around Yoongi. Once he was finished he pulled out almost instantly making you feel empty once more. With a content sigh, he gently rolled you off of his lap to lay down on the couch. Tying off the condom, he lifted his sweatpants back into place and moved to the kitchen to dispose of the used contraceptive. "Do you want a drink?"

You nodded your voice too dry from the activities and he sent you a quick smirk.

"Hey, are you two done?" Jimin's voice called from the front door, he was standing in the entrance way, which was blocked off by a divider wall. 

"Oh sorry, Jimin" You pulled your pants back on. Jimin looked between you and raised an eyebrow. 

"So when did you two become a thing?” 

"We aren't, we are bro's and I just needed some help"

"Oh okay," you noticed Jimin's tight pants and you frowned looking at Yoongi, who was looking soft as hell with a gummy grin "I got another round left in me, Jimin come here" the boy beamed and you thanked Yoongi, leaving to give the two men some privacy. 

When you returned it was quiet in the apartment, Alana must have left. You had just started making dinner, receiving a call from Jimin "Hey sorry about walking in on you guys this afternoon. I hope I haven't made things awkward. You don't seem the type to do casual, at least that's not how Tae describes you."

"I am allowed to get horny sometimes, it's not a crime is it?"

"No, you sounded really sexy though, and I was a little jealous that I didn't get to join in." You saw Taehyung had exited his bedroom and was quietly ordering dinner on a phone app and you told Jimin you should go. “Next time if you are horny, you can come to my house.”

“Alright bud, I have to go, but I will keep that in mind.”

"Hey, you came home late?" Taehyung said after waiting for your conversation to end.

"I went to see Yoongi," You added the seasoning to your ramyeon, hoping to finally get a chance to eat.

"Ah his Snap chat makes sense then"

"Why?"

"He is boasting about tongue technology on Snap chat"

"Oh yeah" your voice broke still hoarse from overuse and Tae laughed. 

"Good for you, I was worried you would never get some, my friend, you look happier."

"Thanks, man" This wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but what can you say. Moving through the room to the dining table to eat your dinner, processing your recent actions, which also took place atop a dining table. 

That night you didn’t hear any nightly activities, which meant you fell into a deep sleep. You woke up the next morning and dressed groaning, “Ah my back hurts table oral isn’t very comfortable.” Taehyung coughed into his cereal, he knew you and Yoongi were doing things but you forgot he didn’t know what you two had done specifically but you ignored him. The two of you finished your breakfast before placing your bowls into the kitchen sink and going your separate ways to work.

Work was stressful. You were trying your best and even stayed later than usual. When you arrived home the house was empty, taking the opportunity to follow your usual routine, and even getting to settle into your bed early. 

Woken by the sound of the front door unlocking, the small digital clock on the nightstand read ‘2AM’ in big digital figures. There were giggles, Taehyung and Alana entered the room clearly drunk and shushing each other loudly. 

“We have to be quiet”

“What if she wakes up?”

“It’s okay we are cool, she was doing the same thing just the other day with a friend of mine.”

You heard him unbuckle his trousers, the button popping followed by the zip. Your hearing seemed to enhance each sound bringing a new sensation through your body. The fabric being shed from his body and the accompanied growl, when Alana took him in his mouth. He pulled her off pretty quickly and pumped himself in his hand groaning. It was too dark to see anything but their basic silhouettes in the faint glow of a wall charger. 

You saw him spread her legs wide, the bed moved with a small sound and you heard him groan as he settled between her legs. Her higher sounding whine pissed you off, was it because it sounded fake or because you were jealous. It was making you mad, but you were distracted by his timbre words of encouragement.  

“Oh you feel so fucking good, oh yes so tight,” he paused and pulled back and flipped her over, making sure to bury himself entirely in her once more. You squirmed laying on your stomach trying to mimic the pose she was in. He must have forgotten of your presence or didn’t seem to care, because he slapped her ass hard and continued praising her the whole time. Your imagination went wild and you could almost feel the slap against your skin even though you knew it was all in your head. Finger working quickly, desperate to find your own release. 

This was different, your orgasm was building stronger than you had ever felt before.You didn’t even have enough warning to catch a small whimper of his name. It left your mouth before you could muffle the rest in your pillow, trying to stay completely still even though your body was shaking. You cursed yourself and tried to get some sleep as they continued seemingly unaffected. 

Making your escape early in the mourning, you arrived at the office trying to drown out the thoughts in your head. As always it worked, you were easily distracted. Hoseok was on his day off, so you couldn’t even talk with him about regular office gossip. On the journey home, the thoughts came back quickly, your distraction no more. You stepped through the front door of your apartment and saw the boys all sitting around the lounge room, the place covered in snacks. 

“Hey, you are home” Jimin grinned, leading you to sit down, which wasn't your routine but you were drained physically and mentally.

“Jimin was telling us about the action you and Yoongi had the other day” Seokjin laughed as your eyes flew open and Jimin dropped his head apologizing for letting it slip.

“It’s okay Jimin we are adults and I went to him for help.”

“Yeah but what if something goes wrong, pick some other random guy to get your fix, we don’t need drama within the group” Taehyung scoffed, picking at the hem of his shirt aggressively. What was his problem? Did he think you were going to start a fight amongst your friends, you were adults and knew how to keep things pretty civil. Neither you nor Yoongi had any feelings towards one another.

“Well if you ever need it, we are all willing to help” Namjoon smiled.

“You just want your dick wet” you scoffed standing and walking into your room to get changed. 

“Hey, I won’t say no to that,” Seokjin grinned; Namjoon’s face was slightly pink. 

You all had a great time talking and drinking and after a shower, you went to bed cuddling in your blankets. Returning from his shower Taehyung asked. “Hey, are you awake?” 

Contemplating whether to respond you decided you should “Yeah what’s up?”

“I was wondering um about last night?”

“You must have come home pretty late I didn’t even hear you?”

“You said my name” he stated and you blinked shocked

“I say your name all the time, what do you mean?”

“You were awake last night and you said my name” he breathed noticing how tense you were and how weird you sounded.

“I don’t remember you coming home, were you talking, maybe I heard your voice and responded automatically, I had a weird dream though, that you were running away from a murderer or something and you were hurt.”

He sighed softly, not wanting to push you, even if he had been madly in love with you this whole time. He could wait, no matter how long it took. He had waited a few years now so he was in it for the long run.

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Chapter One

Word Count: 2.3

Warnings: No warnings

Chapters: 1/?

It was supposed to be like any other day. Just another day at the office, where reports were due at 4, and the stupid printer would jam right as you needed to use it. Another day where Charlotte absentmindedly empties the sugar dispenser as Bill complains yet again about his daughter, and Ted bitches about going to Beanies without him. It was supposed to be like any other day, so why wasn’t it?

July 23, 2018 - CCRP Technical Office

"God Paul, c'mon." Ted says as he rolls his eyes. "That is the stupidest thing I've heard today, and it's only 11."  He only shrugs when Ted frowns at him. He turns back to his screen and continues writing his report when he leaves. The typing from keyboards and paper shuffling are the only sounds in the office. It's one of those rare occasions where no phone is ringing or no one's on a call. The peaceful atmosphere is almost immediately ruined when Mr. Davison walks in. 

"Hey gang," He announces to the room as he clasps his hands together with a toothy grin. "Got some big news." Paul gets comfortable in his chair, and gets ready to ignore the rambling that he always starts with as his coworkers do the same. He sees Charlotte sit hunched over, picking at her fingers and staring at nothing. Bill, dutifully hangs on to every word, even when it’s about rambles of his personal life. 

He looks over to Ted, and he's just as uninterested as everyone else. Entirely unimpressed and bored, with his cheek on his fist, he slouches in his chair with terrible posture. Paul realizes he’s been staring for too long when Ted raises an eyebrow at him. He blinks, turning back to face Mr. Davidson, who’s finally wrapping up his long winded speech.

"Silly of me, isn't it? Now that I got that out of the way.” He jiggles a little before calming down, undeniably thrilled. “So, as you may be unaware, the CEO of the company will be dropping by soon. Nothing to fret, he’ll just walk through and see around the place. He'll probably talk to one or two of you, and then we'll be in a meeting for the rest of the time being." 

That catches the attention of everyone. It's not everyday you might get to meet the CEO of your job. He continues on. Already, there’s whispers floating in the room, and Paul can’t imagine how obnoxious it’ll be when he leaves. He's about to look around the room again, when Ted catches his eye.  His head snapped forward at some point when Mr. Davidson was speaking. He’s suddenly alert, listening to every word. He has a tense expression on his face and it’s probably the most serious Paul ever seen Ted. He doesn’t know what warranted a reaction like that, but he doesn’t ask.

When Mr. Davidson does finish and leaves, the floor explodes in excited chatter. There’s no chance that he’s going to be productive when the room’s like this, so he saves his report and turns off his computer. During the time it took him to do so, Bill and Charlotte gathered over at Paul’s desk. 

“CEO, my goodness. Exciting don’t you think?” Charlotte gushes, hands framing her face. “What do you think he’s like?”

“Probably a dick.” Paul tells her truthfully, dodging the swat Charlotte sends his way.

“Oh, that’s mean Paul.” She scolds. Ted rolls over and listens to them for a little while before he joins in.

“So when is he coming?” Ted asks them, nonchalantly as ever. Paul would have fallen for it too, if it wasn’t for the tightness around his eyes. “Anyone know?”

“I think maybe Thursday?” Charlotte says.

“Mr. Davidson said something about next week, he’ll probably send in an email.” Bill tells him helpfully. Ted nods his head at the two as a thanks. He’s uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the conversation. Paul turns to Bill and Charlotte to see if they notice his behavior. They don’t, talking animatedly between themselves to see.

“You alright Ted? You seem… distracted.” Paul asks him, not concerned but noticing him. 

“Hmm? No, yeah I’m fine.” Ted tells him off handedly. Paul nods, unconvinced, and turns to join Bill and Charlotte. He can’t help but continue to glance over to Ted, who seems lost in thought. He’s not concerned, but definitely begins to feel so when Ted doesn’t tell him off for staring.

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It gets to a point where Paul, in fact, gets so embarrassingly concerned throughout the week that he asks Bill and Charlotte if there’s anything wrong with Ted.

“I didn’t realize you cared about Ted so much Paul. But no, I didn’t notice anything, sorry. Give him some time I guess.” Bill tells him with a shrug one day after work when he asks. Bill’s not much help, but he probably could have approached Charlotte better when he went to ask her.

“Why would you assume I know anything that’s going on with Ted?” She asks, miffed. “Ted and I are nowhere close enough to talk about what troubles us. Whatever it is, I’m sure he’ll get through it. Besides, you know Ted, if he’s going through something he’ll be quiet about it. Lord knows how secretive he can be when he wants to.”

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Ted didn’t get any better during the week, unlike what Bill and Charlotte said. Instead, he withdrew into himself. Ted was never the social, friendly coworker in the first place, but he completely withdrew himself from them. He threw himself into his work, focused more on his reports or whatever he was working on. More than likely, Ted would be hunched over his screen then not. Not only that, but he worked overtime, something that Paul is sure he’s never seen Ted do in all the time he’s worked for the company. 

He’d turned down offers of a Beanies run whenever Paul asked, he didn’t snark or picked fights with Bill, and strangest of all, he pulled back from Charlotte. Paul doesn’t think the three of them have ever been so confused by Ted before. 

“You need to intervene Paul.” Charlotte tells him one day, pulling him aside.

“Me?” He says incredulity. “Why me? Why don’t you talk to him? He’ll probably actually listen to you. Or Bill.” She stared at him unamused.

“Paul, be serious, you know why it has to be you. You’re the closest one to him, hell,” She cuts off, slightly frustrated. “You’re probably the closest thing to a friend Ted has. You’ve seen Ted, you know him! Ted doesn’t do ‘friends. He doesn’t seem to have any, so it’s up to you to talk to him.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question as to why you can’t talk to him.” Paul asks, unconvinced. She looks down, slightly abashed. She tugs at her sleeve a little before responding, facing the floor.

“Me and Ted are- were fighting.” She corrects. “And well, I-I pushed him away. Told him I never wanted to see him again. Oh, but I didn’t really mean any of it! And I knew Ted knew because he just scoffed, unconvinced! A-and he was still talking to me, but then he stopped, and he stopped talking with you and Bill, and- oh I feel awful. It’s all my fault!” She cries out, covering her face with her hands.

‘Oh, oh no. Charlotte’s crying.’ He sucks a breath in to hide his wince. “Charlotte,” He says awkwardly. “I’m sure it’s not your fault.” He raises his hand, awkwardly hovering her shoulder before patting gently twice.

“Oh, but it is! I caused all of this, and now Ted won’t talk to any of us, it’s all my fault!” She cries out through her sleeves still.

“Hey, I’m sure it’s not that, it could be a multitude of reasons.” Seeing she’s still unconvinced, he continues. “Look, why don’t I talk to Ted, see what’s going on.” She looks up, uncovering her face.

“Oh Paul, will you really?” She says with glossy eyes. At his nod she instantly relaxes, relieved. He knows he can’t get out of this without hurting Charlotte.

Which is how he’s in this situation, intervening.

“Hey Ted.” Paul says. “I was gonna go grab coffee at Beanies, want to come?” Ted barely acknowledges him or looks up from his screen.

“Mhm. Sounds nice Paul.” He mumbles. Paul frowns a little.

“Ted. Did you even hear me? I’m going to Beanies, don’t you want to go?” Ted does a quiet, little sigh. Paul watches him, silent. He turns his chair to face Paul.

“I’m fine Paul, I gotta get through this report.” He tells him quietly, running his hand down his face exhaustingly. His frown returns, concern growing.

“Are you okay man? You seem…” Exhausted. Quiet. Withdrawn. Different. Ted blows air out his mouth, ruffling his normally slick back hair that now falls in strands in front of his face.

“Yeah, just… fucking paperwork.” He says, grabbing a random folder, shaking it before dropping it back on the table. “You know how it is.”

“Yeah, I do.” Paul says, unconvinced. “Listen, why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working a lot, working late. You look exhausted man, we’re getting kind of worried.” Ted looks ready to turn back to his screen. “Come on, humor me.” 

Ted stays silent, seemingly contemplating something. “I’m kinda tight on money right now.” He admits after a while.

“Oh.” Paul blinks. “Oh. Shit Ted, I didn’t-” Paul cuts himself off when Ted chuckles humorlessly.

“Yeah. It’s why I haven’t been going to Beanies recently. I would of taken another shift, but hah, no shift available. And I uh, don’t have the time for another shift anyways, so.” He says with a shrug, spreading his hands when he finishes, purposely avoiding Paul’s eyes.

“God Ted, I um, I'm sorry. I can pay-” This time Paul gets cut off by Ted. 

“Oh God no. Don’t pity me man. It’s not that bad, I just gotta work some more for a while. That’s all.” 

“I’m sorry if I’ve been blowing you guys off all week. I just,” He puffs his cheeks. “I gotta make money. Got bills and rent to pay and shit.” 

“No, yeah I get that.” He says nodding.

“Cool, so if I can…” He points behind him to his computer, wanting to go back. 

“Yeah! Go ahead man, I’m sorry. Uh, hopes it gets better.” 

Ted huffs. “Yeah, me too. Thanks.” He clicks his tongue, finger gunning Paul before returning to his work. Paul stares a little while before walking to the breakroom.

“Well?” Charlotte asks, anxiously. “What’s wrong, what happened?” Behind her is Bill, holding the sugar dispenser. 

“She nearly finished it again.” He explains.

“Nevermind that.” She waves him off impatiently. “What’s wrong with Ted?” She clutches her hands in front of her chest. He hesitates, wondering what’s the right to do.

“Well?” She notices him hesitating, eyes wide. “Is it that serious?” She asks fearfully, head ducking slightly.

“Oh no no.” Paul reassures. “Well it is, b-but he’s fine!” He rushes out, seeing how Charlotte eyes widen with every word.

“Well, you know Ted, he’s too proud to talk about his problems. He’s fine, mostly. It wasn’t you, or any of us. Um, he said he was sorry too, for blowing us off. He’s just… busy, with his problem.” Charlotte bites her lips, nodding as she wrings her hand. 

“Okay, okay.” She whispers. “Ted is fine.”

“Yup.”

“And it’s none of our faults.”

“That’s right.” She bobs her head again.

“Okay, okay.”  She starts to relax, fluttering her fingers to her mouth. “Okay, okay.”

“So then, what’s wrong?” Bill asks. Before Paul can say anything, Bill continues. “I know you said it’s personal, but it’s clearly affecting him. So… how can we help?” Charlotte nods eagerly, also wanting to know.

“Just… buying him a drink from Beanies. That’s all.” They both look at Paul unconvinced, but nod their heads when he repeats himself. “Really, that’s all he needs.” Paul accidentally becomes the example for them that week. 

“Here.” Paul places the drink on his desk. “For you.” He adds. Paul watches a series of emotions pass over Ted’s face, watching his face go from confusion, to realization, conflicted, falling, and going indifference.

“Uh… I uh- Thanks man. That’s… that’s really nice of you.” Ted grabs the drink, holding it between both hands. “Y-you didn’t have to.” He stares at it, concentrating on seemingly nothing.

“It’s not a problem, I don’t mind.”

“Uh huh, thanks.” He mumbles. Throughout the week, and that day, Ted kept getting drinks dropped off on his desk by the three of them. Paul found it slightly amusing to see Ted get his fourth drink in a day, and watch Ted get increasingly confused.

“Hey Paul.” Ted says one day after work, jogging after him. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” 

“Yeah sure Ted, what’s up?” He slows down, letting Ted catch up.

“Did you... say something to Bill ‘n Charlotte?” He asks confused. “Like, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t give out any details if that’s what you’re asking. They asked how they can help and I just… told them you would appreciate some Beanies.” Ted blinks, before patting his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"I uh- Thanks man."

“Like I said before, not a problem.” He says shrugging. It’s probably the most conversation Paul’s had with Ted this week. He, strangely enough, for once doesn’t want it to end. He wants to fill the silence. He racks his brain for any topics.

“So… the CEO’s coming tomorrow. Excited for that?” Immediately Ted reacts negatively. Before Paul can decipher it, Ted masks it over.

“Ooh, real excited. Can’t wait to meet some fucking douche.” He says sarcastically. He notices Paul’s bewilderment. “Ugh, sorry. I just- ugh. Don’t wanna talk about that asshole.” 

“Do you... know him?” Paul asks slowly, completely confused. 

“Nope.” Ted says simply, exaggerating the p. Paul wants to ask him more about it but they reach Ted's car before he can.

“See ya Paul.”

“Bye Ted. Take care.” He gives a small wave, smiling slightly when Ted returns it.

“You too.”

There's something strange going on with Ted, and Paul only hopes it all blows over by tomorrow.

[hazelnmae]

Hei! Mu ask isn't purely romantic buuuuut what for being modern!Tommy's eldest son and helping him when he has hard times like at the end of season four? And when he doesn't listen you even hit him in order to make him not go on drinking?

Okay, so I kind of fell apart writing this. I didn’t mean for it to be so sad, but it just got away from me. 

So, be warned--much angst here, friends. And some mentions of self-harm.

Thank you for this ask, lovely Anon!! It was so moving to write and I hope it’s what you were hoping for. XOXO

Being Tommy Shelby’s son was difficult for a number of reasons. He was strict, set high expectations, and watched you like a hawk. But the most difficult thing about being his son was watching him suffer.

As the eldest child, you can’t remember a time when your father was well.

Your whole life he’d struggled with mental illness. When your mother was alive, she’d insisted he see various therapists and reminded him daily to take his prescription. It was tough being a child at Arrow House--your nanny and mother constantly shuffling you around the house, from room to room, begging you to stay quiet so as not to upset your father. Few memories of him don’t involve his anger. He’d never really directed it toward you, but you’d seen him lose his temper enough to stay out of his way.

When your mother fell ill, you found yourself more concerned for your father’s well-being than hers. She’d made her peace with the terminal diagnosis, but your father couldn’t. He’d paid for the best doctors, top of the line treatments, and trips around the world to visit renowned oncologists. In the end, though, his money and power couldn’t save her. 

The day after her funeral began the worse spiral you’d ever seen your father experience.

For three weeks, he barely made an appearance in public. It was your first year at uni and you had grown accustomed to stopping by his office on occasion for lunch. But for those three weeks, he was never in the office when you stopped by. His assistant even expressed concern that he’d barely responded to important emails and didn’t seem invested in the major projects the company had on the docket.

You reminded her your mother had just passed. 

“Of course,” she’d said. “I’m not suggesting he shouldn’t be grieving, but have you ever seen Tommy Shelby neglect his work? I mean, doesn’t he usually throw himself head first into it when he is in a personal crisis?”

It was that comment that had prompted you to visit the palatial estate where you were raised to check on him yourself. 

What you found was not your father. 

It was a shell of the man you knew as Tommy Shelby.

He’d let his facial hair grow unkempt. Had barely eaten for weeks. Had smoked more cigarettes and drank more whiskey than you’d ever seen him consume.

It was then that you told your father you needed him to check in with you daily. He was hesitant at first, of course. He was too proud to let his son assume the caretaker role. But after you pointed out all of the empty cigarette packs and spent whiskey bottles around the room, and had told him what his assistant said, he agreed, however reluctantly. 

He didn’t reach out the next day. So you texted him instead.

And for the two months that followed, you texted or called him daily. 

Most days he put on a brave face. He eventually pulled himself together enough to shave and put on a nice suit. He went back to work. Started a few new projects. Eventually throwing himself fully into the job. 

It wasn’t healthy, but it was at least more familiar behavior.

When things slowed down for the company, at the behest of your great aunt Polly, your father tried to take a vacation. He went golfing. Tried fishing. Even boarded a plane for America to visit your cousin Michael.

But none of that seemed to provide any solace to your father. In fact, he seemed to retreat further into himself than ever before. Without the demand of his extra time, he went straight home from work and drank himself into a stupor, finally sleeping only when he passed out.

On one such evening, your father texted you. In itself, the act was strange. You almost always initiated conversation with him--rarely did it go the other way. But this was even stranger still as he only said, “I love you. Please don’t forget that.”

The text was disturbing enough that you sprinted from your flat, hopped into your roommate’s car, and drove the 30 miles to Warwickshire.

The door was locked and your father had moved the spare key out from under the mat. You ran around to the back and banged on the door until his housekeeper answered.

“Where’s dad?” You asked, in a flushed panic.

“Why, (Y/N), what’s wrong?” Frances asked with a furrowed brow.

“I just need to know where he is,” you answered as you pushed past her and up the stairs. You flung open the door to your father’s bedroom, but it was empty. Several empty whiskey glasses were littered about the room.

You sped back downstairs, fully out of breath now but running on adrenaline and fear. 

You tried the door to his office, but it was locked. 

You sent him a text. 

“Dad, where are you?”

No sooner had you pressed ‘send’ that you heard the ding through the door.

Rearing back and running full force, you dropped your shoulder into the door and knocked it through, busting the lock through the casing.

There he was, your father. The inimitable Tommy Shelby. The King of Birmingham. 

His small frame was curled up on the floor in front of the fireplace. A bottle of gin spilled on the carpet beside him. His cell phone, still opened to your text exchange, in his hand.

You were afraid to check, but needed to know.

You placed your hand on his neck.

A pulse.

He flinched at your touch and turned to look at you, grunting.

“(Y/N),” he mumbled.

You pulled him up by his lapels and leaned him against the sofa. 

It took a few minutes, but he eventually came to. 

“Why didn’t you just let me die?” He asked through his hands as they covered his face.

The anger began to rise in you. You’d been scared when you entered the room. That had morphed to sadness when you saw the state of him. But now, it was anger you felt. Rage, actually.

You ripped his hands away from his face and slapped him hard--as hard as you’d ever hit anyone, in fact. 

Tears began to stream down your face.

“I fucking love you, dad,” you whispered, barely able to force it out at all.

He scrambled to his feet and pulled you up with him. 

And in the most touching show of emotion you’d ever seen him exhibit, he pulled you, hard, into a hug. 

He fell apart. Sobbing. His shoulders shaking.

You followed suit.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he said, still clutching you. “I fucking love you, too, son.”

[ciestess]

Hot Cocoa

Danny and Sam have been teased about being together for a while, and now Danny finally asks the dreaded question! But what will Sam say?

Ever since his identity as the ghostly hero “Danny Phantom” had been revealed, it had become commonplace for Danny to use his powers more openly in public. After the initial (multiple-months-worth of) shock and hero-worshipping wore off, other students would occasionally come to him asking for help with things like stuck lockers, jammed backpack zippers, and, in at least one case, getting gum out of hair.

But by far Danny’s favorite way of using his powers -- even more than for his own benefit or to fight ghosts -- was to spoil his girlfriend, Sam Manson. He would fly her up to the top shelves in her favorite bookstore, turn them invisible for a bit of privacy (especially to get her away from her, in her own words, “Morning-people, sunshine-happy, overbearing…” etc. parents), sneak them in to see her favorite movies in the theater (with ghostly-acquired treats of her choice), and to keep her cool in the raging heat of the summer (on the rare occasion that she ventured outside, anyway).

By the time the spring of their senior year of highschool came around, people were teasing them (him) about getting a ring. At first, Danny and Sam laughed it off, but… Danny noticed Sam was starting to laugh less and less when it would be brought up. He was starting to get the feeling…

“Hey… Sam?” He coaxed her attention away from the view. It was their favorite spot: A single tree on top of the highest hill overlooking Amity Park, far enough away from the city to see the stars. “What’s up?” She looked concerned -- probably because Danny was so obviously nervous. “Do you…” He stopped. Did he really want to ask this? What if… “... Danny?” She shifted to sit facing him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong! I just… People keep asking, and we’ve laughed it off, but we never actually… Ugh!” He braced himself and, gently, hesitantly, “Do you… want to get married?”

Sam blinked at him a few times. “Uh… If that’s your way of-” “No! No, I’m not... proposing, it’s just - it’s actually…” He took a deep breath, “It’s just that I want to make sure we’re on the same page, and… because… I’m not ready to get married - or even THINK about it - but if that’s something you’re wanting, I want to know so that I can… really…” Sam was laughing. “Uh… Sam???” “Hahaha… Is that all you were worried about?!” “SAM! I’m serious - THIS is serious!”

“No, I know, I know! I’m not laughing beca- Look, I KNOW it’s serious. It IS serious, and you’re right. It’s definitely something we need to talk about! It’s just…” She started chuckling, “I- heheh, c’mon, you’re a SUPERHERO! When you got that worried look on your face, I thought it was going to be something more like ‘I need to go visit Clockwork’ or ‘Pariah Dark might be waking up’! Hahaha…” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Hehe, you don’t need to worry. I would never push you to do something like that.” She got up, “And besides, marriage is just some stupid societal convention used to enslave women to the patriarchy, anyway! I’ll be back, I just need to use the restroom really quick.”

Once she was out of sight, Danny turned his gaze back to the stars. He sighed, “... How did I get so lucky?” He took a sip of his hot chocolate. It was cold. Although the temperature was getting warmer, it was still plenty chilly out. He looked down at Sam’s cup, and smiled. When she got back, her hot cocoa had steam rising from it.

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(This started from the idea of “So Danny can keep cool in the summer because of his ice powers -- but he could actually heat something up using his ecto-energy, too! ... But what would he heat up? ... Ooh! Hot chocolate!”)

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Nerves,

Fandom: Ouran High Host Club

Series: Unnamed WIP

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori / Violetta Tatsuya 

Tags: @evilskank-inthemegacoven​

This is probably not cannon with the future fic, but I love it. 

A magazine article reveals Kyoya and Violetta’s best kept secret, as the world comes to terms with it, our couple fight over who leaked the news, how it became public knowledge. This is set a week after that fight. 

Lady Violetta Tatsuya wasn’t normally one to feel nervous, the only times she normally did was when she had to deal with her father. Everything else had been so easy compared to what she faced every time she walked down those overly white corridors towards the room her addled father permanently occupied.

Yet today her nerves fluttered in her stomach like thousands of butterflies seeking nectar. A smile tugging on her lips as her hands tugged her hair from its tight ponytail, barely noticing her nervous reaction as she poured over paperwork.

This was the first formal occasion that they were going to together. As an actual couple rather than business partners. Where they didn’t have to hide the adoration and love they felt for each other or had held. She couldn’t quite be sure anymore.

They’d practically been avoiding each other since the news of their relationship had broken, press releasing their best-kept secret out into the big wide world. The outrage that accompanied was insane, their relationship had always been the subject of gossip, but once it had been confirmed...

It didn’t help that neither of them had each others back, Violetta had blamed him for the leak in the same breath he’d blamed her. The fight that they’d both put up to defend themselves had her household staff shrinking away in fear, priceless trinkets shattered as she’d thrown them at him, kicking him out of her house as she felt her relationship crumble. Forced to deal with the ramifications of such a big secret alone and without her partner at her side. Neither willing to back down and apologise to each other, even as the truth about where the gossip magazines had got their information from came to light. It was how they were, neither of them could swallow their pride and admit they were wrong.

Therefore it was a massive surprise when a bunch of lilac roses were delivered to her office in the early hours of the morning, a handwritten note within asking her to accompany her to the party that she had to attend that night regardless. A text message following within the hour; ‘I mean it Vi, I’ll pick you up at six.’

The nerves hadn’t stopped since. Violetta knew that this was as close to an apology as she was going to get from her other half. They’d never been very good at apologising if it was something they had done. Comfort and support they both could do, but when it came to actually apologising for a mistake, that was something they hadn’t yet encountered in their relationship... but now?

Violetta had never felt so scared before.

The nerves stuck with her, growing stronger with each passing tick of the old clock that sat in her office, reminding her once again she’d always meant to get rid of the grandfather clock, still standing in the same corner it had when her father had inhabited this office. Her attention continually flicking up to it, before dropping back down to the cases she was meant to be dedicating her attention to.

She waved off the offer of lunch, she was too nervous to eat. She hadn’t seen her lover since the fight, hadn’t spoken a word to the man she usually couldn’t go a day without seeing and while getting a bunch of flowers out of the blue wasn’t a surprise, the terror that came at the thought of seeing him again was.

They’d never fought before, not truly, and never for more than a day. Yet it had been a week, a week where she was too scared to contact him, despite the multiple attempts at typing an email or sending a text. Fingers shaking as she attempted to dial his number, only to hang up before it could ring properly. She had had no idea what to say to him then, how to fix everything, and she had even less now.

Her hands were still shaking when people arrived at her door, makeup artists and hairstylists that were escorted to one of the guest rooms. Butlers hesitating at her door with orders to force her from her work and to get ready, but no one knew how to deal with their Lady in tears. Water droplets rolling from her eyes as her hands shook, rereading the same message from him over and over again. ‘I should have known better.’

Three years, three years together and all she got was a text message to end it. She thought he was better than that. That they had meant more to him than that. Her phone buzzed once more in her hand, a picture of him lighting up the screen as a call came through. She’d taken the photo on one of their ‘business’ trips away, he was curled in the centre of the large bed, arm stretched out to one side almost invitingly, his black hair a mess, only slightly smooth at the front where her fingers had combed through it. One eye cracked open slightly to reveal the dark brown iris beneath. It was her favourite photo because it showed a side of him only she got to see. When his guard was truly down.

Her finger hovered over the answer button, wondering if she could really handle talking to him right now. It had been a week without hearing his voice, Her hesitation took too long, the call ending before she could decide whether or not to answer.  

Almost immediately after a text popped up from him. ‘Answer your phone.’ A call barely seconds behind it, the message replaced with the exact same photo of her lover. Her hands shook, but she answered the phone lifting it to her ear.

“What?” She snapped, masking her tears with anger, she wouldn’t let him see her cry, not anymore.

“I wanted to explain myself.” His voice, velvety smooth as always, held notes of distress, and Violetta could hear yelling in the background.

“You made yourself perfectly clear. I just never imagined you would-” Violetta’s voice broke as she tried to say the next words.

“I’m not breaking up with you Vi, not now, not ever.” He knew what she was going to say, cutting her off before she could force the words to leave her throat. Still, her breath caught, he’d said the words to her before, but never with such force and determination. “The message sent before I could finish typing it, and I knew after this week that you would think the worst. I wanted to say that I should have known better than to think you’d let our secret slip. I should never have blamed you, and I definitely shouldn’t have ignored you for this long. God, I thought about you every moment of every day, but I just - I couldn’t-”

“Me neither.” Violetta sat back in her chair, releasing her hair from its ponytail so she could run her fingers through it, smoothing out the knots she herself had caused. Nothing but breathing on the other end of the line, neither could quite bring themselves to say the words that they both knew needed to be said.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked softly, and she could almost hear the weight slide off his shoulders as it lifted from hers. No matter what happened, they would get through it, even if they never apologised to each other with words.

“Yeah, yeah you will.” Violetta hung up the phone, putting it down and lifting her hands to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“My Lady, the help Sir hired is here to help you if you are ready.” The butler spoke softly, at ease with the title they’d all given to her partner with each passing moment he spent at her side.

“Very well.” Violetta tucked her phone into her pocket, a light smile on her lips as she headed down to the spare room.

Her smile didn’t falter as she got ready, light chattering around her. The nerves finally settling when she realised he wasn’t mad at her. That despite everything, they were going to be okay.

Her smile grew as a custom made ball gown from her favourite designer was delivered, the woman herself on hand to oversee how the gown fitted. A smile of delight as she saw how her halter neck dark violet gown hugged the woman’s curves, before flaring out slightly at her waist, red and gold beading around the bust and up the collar seeming to highlight Violetta’s auburn hair, matching golden heels winding their way around her legs, visible through the slit along her right leg.

Her smile faltered when the clock chimed six and her date wasn’t at her door, he’d always been punctual, always, if anything he prefered to be early. Her hands drifted to her phone, pressing a button to check and see if she’d missed any messages or calls.

At five minutes past, she was pacing, heels clicking loudly on the marble floor of her foyer. Fingers typing messages on her phone before deleting all of them. A butler took the phone from her fingertips as she walked past him again, taking away her distraction.

At ten minutes past she was sitting on the stairs, legs crossed and purse abandoned at her side. Every bone in her alight with the same nerves and fear that had overtaken her that morning. He must have changed his mind, decided she wasn’t worth it unless the whole thing had just been some sort of prank-

She felt as though she’d been stood up, the flicker of hope she’d fed throughout the afternoon dying out as the minutes ticked on, sitting on the stairs inside her mansion, she’d never truly felt more alone. Her driver stepped forward, keys in hand, but the gentle shake of her head stopped him. She knew how important this engagement was, and she would be the first to accept it if she had to go alone, but right now, she just wanted to give him a few more minutes to appear.

A car door slamming pulled her from her thoughts, footsteps quick up the stairs and her front door thrown open. A sigh of relief falling from her lips when she saw him standing in the doorway. His normally impeccable black hair was slightly mussed, dark brown eyes sweeping over the foyer from beneath his glasses, a rare smile pulling at his lips and flooding into his eyes when he noticed her position on the stairs.

“You’re late.” She stated simply, standing and picking up the golden clutch bag that accompanied her dress.

“I am so sorry. I got forced to change at the last minute and-” He cut his excuse off, pushing his glasses up his nose. “You look beautiful Vi.” She smiled, walking down the stairs and reaching up to straighten his tie. He smiled, leaning down slightly to steal a gentle kiss from her lips.

“I have something for you.” His hands rested on her waist, spinning her slightly so her back faced him, she lifted her hair automatically as he let a chain fall over her neck, doing it up with the same ease he always had. A tender kiss pressed to her neck as she lifted the small necklace. It was simplistic, the infinity sign tangled in amongst the chain, and as her fingers ran over it, she could feel an engraving on the back.

“Our names, Vi I am so sorry. I should never have-” She cut him off with a kiss.

“I’m sorry too.” She whispered, fixing his hair before slipping her arm through his, “and we can make it up to each other later, but we are going to be late.” He smirked at her, kissing her temple before leading her down towards the waiting limo.

The nerves in her stomach settling for good now that his arm wrapped around her.

[mystic-headcanons-r-us]

Hello :) could you do RFA (including V and Saeran) teaching MC Korean :)

Hey Anon (^v^) This ask is so unique are you by any chance Korean? Just curious! No matter where you’re from, we love you and thank you for your support! I may have gotten too carried away in my content but still, hope you’ll like it! Love, Mod Yoo.
ScenarioFem!MC could be someone of other nationality or a Korean “dong-po” (diaspora in English) born and bred in a foreign land (where English is their main language) outside of Korea where she grew up as an orphan. Under special yet personal circumstances, she returned to Korea wanting to start anew in her home country. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know where to start: clueless to her native language, doesn’t have any acquaintances. A member of a cult (from which its leader’s intent is to cripple the entire RFA) led MC to a seemingly deceased RFA leader’s secret apartment. MC was told that the accommodation will remain free-of-charge as long as the unit’s upkeep is maintained.


***Start imagining that each of the MM character is the only one fluent in both the English Language and Korean Language, in their respective canons. Each one of them will get MC to attempt at translating (note: she could always use internet, but we all know how accurate they turn out.) a sentence after they mastered the basics (some of them get surprised by MC instead). Assuming that V tasks the character-in-canon (excluding unknown) to manage the invites with MC, and the other RFA members will be helping her to pull through her 1st party.***

(p/s I’m no Korean language expert, please don’t penalise me and instead enlighten me if I made any mistakes. ^^;”)

Yoo-sung Kim- Is the sender of the first message after MC gets into the private Messenger.- “저 시험을 봤지만… 그건 꾹 떨어질 것 같네요.” I took a test but I think I’ll fail it for sure!- Confused MC is confused to no end, like what are those oddly formed symbols?- When Yoosung notices that she legit couldn’t understand anything, he starts to type in English topuniversitystudent, - She’s beyond delighted. Needless to say, both of them quickly grew closer as he became her Korean teacher and to help her with the guests e-mails.- They usually meet up at Yoosung’s campus library, or once in awhile cafes to study together.- Is not the most patient, but instantly rationalises that it’s harder on her part.- Stocks up so many kinds of Korean candies and snacks which almost instantly become her own favourite.- Does really well at keeping her interest piqued on learning the language.- “우리가 처음 만났을 때, 난 당신이 정말 친절하고 예쁘다고 생각해서 당신에게 빡졌어요. 너랑 나랑 사귈줄래?”

Zen/Hyun-ryu- He completed English Language courses to fit in to Western productions.- When MC appeared in the chatroom, Zen had been the nicest person.- Jumin offered to take on the responsibility of the party guests emails instead of Zen, with concerns for Zen’s handling of difficult guests which he gladly agrees. - The whole situation is intimidating so she took the courage to call Zen, hoping he’d not be too busy with work to take her call.- “어? 아가씨는요? 무슨 일이 있었어요…?” Oh? Miss MC? Is anything wrong…? He sounds just like the way he is in the chats.- His talentedmusicalactor voice envelopes her letsnotforgetjaeheetoo with warmth after all the commotion.- However, she didn’t understand a word he said and tries really hard to communicate failsmiserably. Zen chuckles heartily in his own amusement, and finds her extremely adorable.- Astonished MC is astonished when Zen starts blurting out fluent English . What a r-e-l-i-e-f.- Starts exchanging phone conversations and SMSes more frequently, especially when he manages to catch a break time off work.- Takes every opportunity to teach MC some Korean, be it by typed/voice messages or calls.- Is very busy but kind and sincere, hardly gets mad at her when she repeats the same questions. He just plays it off with his own cute act.- Finally found time to meet her over a meal for the first time.- Walks her back to the nearest spot where she has to continue to the apartment on her own.- Hands her a small hand-written note just before he had to leave for work. - “It’s short but I can’t wait till she translates it.” He murmurs to himself.- “난 너를 너무 너무 많이 좋아해 졌어. 넌 나의 아가씨가 해 줄래?”

Jae-hee Kang- Wanted MC be sent to the police thiswomanhasgotnochills.- Relents on grounds of RFA leader’s instructions.- “MC씨, RFA에 환영합니다.” Welcome to the RFA, MC.Her tone still unpleasant.- Realises her misconception about MC because she understands zero Korean. - Why would someone infiltrate RFA with harmful intentions knowing she’s at such a disadvantage?- Sends her apology in fluent English, becomes Baehee in a millisecond.- Honestly informs MC that she needs to start learning the language in order to properly take on the role of being the RFA’s party organiser.- Would love to personally tutor MC but woman has got so much work she’s got no time to, plus now there’s an additional task of replying to party guests.- Goes to the bookstore and buys all the best materials for MC to aid her learning. Tells MC that she has to give self-learning a go. To take note of all the questions and e-mail them to her at her official e-mail, where she’ll be 300% responsive.- Before Jaehee can test MC’s level of understanding for Korean language, MC sent her a text message that reads:- “난 당신을 신경 써. 난 당신의 친구 이상으로 해도 돼요?”

Ju-min Han- Something about this man draws MC’s attention and a natural instinct to understand and protect him. To her, there’s just something hidden under his tone of voice. Stern, but never menacing. - She’s right, but she doesn’t get a word he says, “전 MC의 능력 보기로 기대하걨습니다.” I’ll look forward to seeing MC’s abilities.- How’s she going to fit in at all? His gut feeling that she’s innocent.- Wouldn’t let her know that he’s very fluent in English, in fear that she’ll discover the tangled world in his mind that’s devoid of emotions. At least in his own opinion.- Gets Jaehee to hire a private tutor and ensures MC travels safely to and fro Rika’s secret apartment and his penthouse. He picks and buys all her new stationaries too.- When she starts learning at his place, he stays back in the office working.- On the rare occasions when he’s home while she’s there, he’d observe her from afar: her cute gestures, smile, the way she interacts with Elizabeth the 3rd, how she looks so adorable when she’s trying so hard to focus etc. - Doesn’t realise that she could sense his presence. It took him awhile to accept the fact that he’s fallen head over heels for her.- Months have passed when he received a message from MC through a private chat.- “주민씨. 나도 사랑해요, 제발 날 피하지 마세요.”

707/Seven/Luciel/Sae-young Choi- He’d have known when he hacks checks through the national registry for her file.- “당신의 은행 계좌는 이미 도용했습니다.” was his first sentence said to her in a call.- “Huh? What? Doesn’t erm catch erm immi…do…da?” she stutters in confusion.- Bursts into laughter.- Translates the sentence to her *coughs* 17 languages *coughs* englishshouldbeoneofthem. Assures her that it’s a joke and her bank account is safe.- Teases MC to no end. Making her more than determined to learn the language,- Doesn’t have the luxury of time to properly teach her anything, nor can he reveal his identity to her.- Hacks into one of the best schools and registers her as a student with courses all paid off. thisissobadasswhatcanisayitsagent707.- “If MC is able interpret a Korean paragraph for me over the CCTV, the Defender of Justice will reward her!” He casually promises.- Watches over her on the way to class, in class, coming back to the apartment, even when she studies at home.- He knew deep down his heart that there’s a high possibility that MC will be able to pass his challenge. He just couldn’t anticipate her reply.- “당신은 날 좀더 조심해야 돼. 난 위험한 사람이야. 난 당신과 같은 천사를 자격이 없어. 근 당신이 이미 알고 있었을 거라 확신해요. 그래서 어떤 선물을 원해?” Breathes and wait.- “알고있어. 근데 아직도 당신을 원해. 당신의 모든 것을 사랑해. 당신이 아시 죠?”

V/Ji-hyun Kim- Goes through the file on MC that Saeyoung sent to him. Becomes aware that MC is illiterate in Korean language.- Foresees that MC won’t be able to master the language in time to carry out email duties for the party.- Sympathises with her situation but getting her out of it now is going to put everyone’s life at risk.- Positions himself to protect both Mint Eye and the RFA so that he can ensure no one gets into harm’s way.- Helps MC learn the language so she could at least mingle with the members.- Asks Saeyoung for help to send some e-books to MC’s e-mail.- Calls the apartment’s private phone daily at a fixed timing and guides MC through the difficulties she encounters with the language patiently.- MC does as he says without any complaints, nor does she question him. She’d fallen for him from their first conversation, but kept it a secret to avoid burdening him.- It’s the first in such a long time he experienced genial trust and warmth, doesn’t take him long to know that he cares deeply for MC.- Completes the replying to all the party guests and logs into the messenger (when every one is asleep) as he intends to type long farewell messages to the members that he cared so much for. Not wanting to face their responses.- Personal messages to MC (who unbeknownst to him had been wide awake the entire time), reads:- “당신과 나는 끼리에, 항상 널 선택하겠다. 당신은 내 결정을 이해할 필요가 없지만, 제발 당신은 내 마음 안에 영원히 있을 겠다는 것을 믿으세요.”

Unknown/Saeran Choi- Would’ve also known that MC couldn’t understand Korean language when the cult leader instructed him to dig up her files.- Wanted to be the one to lead her to the apartment. Unfortunately, onlyinmyscenarioplease the leader sent someone else off to it.- Angered, he snuck out of the building to head to her apartment.- “Oh hello! Were you acquainted to its previous owner?” she chirps at the door.- Slightly taken aback, he muttered “Yes, a friend.” without a doubt, she lets him in.- How can someone be so trusting? She behaves nothing like anyone he knew.- Takes a bite of her freshly baked waffle, is delighted when she added a scoop of his favourite food: ice cream.- “Umm… Do you understand Korean? If you do, can you teach me some? I just joined this group that wants me to help them invite party guests but I can’t do Korean and they’re all too busy to teach me…” MC sparks another conversation.- Stays silent for a good 10 minutes before speaking in doubts “Will you make me this *points at empty plate* every time if I come and teach you?- “Of course! Thank you so much! We can start tomorrow!” MC skips around joyfully as he observes her in awe.- That’s when he decides that she would be his and solely his and remain where she’s safest (away from Mint Eye for now at least). - He’ll find a way to escape the cult and remove his trails just to stay with her and keep her within his own sight.- “Meanwhile, go on the Internet and read about Hangul. Try to decipher this short sentence if you can.” remindmehow707challengedmc Hands her a note before he leaves.- “날 기다려 줘, 내 천사.”

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What each character/MC said at the end

Yoo-sung Kim “I thought you’re kind, friendly and pretty when we first met. I’ve fallen for you since then. Can we date?”

Zen/Hyun-ryu “I’ve come to like you too too much. Would you be my lady?”

Jae-hee Kang (by MC) “I care for you a lot. Can I be more than just your friend?”

Ju-min Han (by MC) “Jumin, I love you too. Please don’t avoid me anymore.”

707/Seven/Luciel/Sae-young Choi “You should be more careful of me, I’m a dangerous person. I don’t deserve an angel like you. I guess you already know. So, what kind of present do you want? (MC replied) “I know. But it’s still you that I want. I love all of you, do you know?”

V/Ji-hyun Kim “Given a choice between you and I, I will always choose you. You don’t have to understand all my decisions, but please trust that you’re always in my heart - forever.”

Unknown/Saeran Choi “Wait for me. My angel.”

[german-italian-ties]

Let It Out

Summary: Ludwig was someone who always came to school no matter the circumstances. But when he’s absent from school without warning, Feliciano worries and pays him an unexpected visit. Human AU/One-shot

A/N: I’m happy to finally get this off my todo list. I did base what happened on a personal experience. I wish I could have written the tragedy a bit better, but because I still get sad over this topic I didn’t want to spend so much time on the details. That would have delayed this further and I didn’t want that. Enjoy everyone!

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Feliciano bit his lip as he walked home from school, not paying attention to his surroundings. The brunet’s focus was mainly on his phone as he stared at unanswered text messages.

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Ludwig! Is it okay to meet you outside for lunch? I need some help with Pre Cal.

Lud? I didn’t see you in class. Are you going to be late?

Kiku said he didn’t see you at all today. Are you not feeling well?

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Hey Ludwig? You weren’t in school yesterday or today. Are you okay?

Kiku said he emailed you his notes. I can send you mine if you want. Though…they’re probably not as neat as you like.

I sent you my notes. I know I’m not the best note taker but I can explain what happened in class today! If you have any questions, call me okay?

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You weren’t in class again today. You want me to tell you what you missed?

Feliciano sighed as he thought about Ludwig. The German always went and responded when he sent a message to him, yet it has been three days with no word. Kiku didn’t even hear anything from him and that only made the Italian worry more. For the whole day, Feliciano had been paying more attention to his phone than class. He nearly got in trouble with his history teacher who thought he was using his phone to cheat on their pop quiz and his Pre-Calculus teacher nearly took his phone away. Kiku had done his best to reassure Feliciano that Ludwig was okay since.

“I’m sure Ludwig is fine.” Kiku’s words came back to Feliciano, “He’s probably not feeling well and hasn’t had time to reply. You know how Gilbert acts when Ludwig catches a simple cold.”

Yeah, Feliciano knew very well how Gilbert reacted. He was a bit over protective of Ludwig, especially when the German got sick. If Ludwig was sick, that usually meant that he was forced to have bed rest and anything prohibiting that was taken away. But even then, Ludwig always found a way to send a message back. Feliciano thought, finally putting his phone away. It took him a moment to take in his surroundings and blinked in confusion. Before Feliciano was Ludwig’s house. The Italian had thought he was almost home, but he had been so distracted he walked several blocks further than expected.

Ludwig… Feliciano bit his lip. He hadn’t meant to walk this far but since he was here, he really wanted to go and check up on his friend. He took a step forward before looking back in the direction of his house. Ludwig never did like it when I came over unexpectedly. Feliciano thought, thinking back to the times the German scolded him in the past. If Ludwig wasn’t feeling well, the Italian didn’t want to stress him out or have him waste energy in lecturing him. But…

Feliciano looked up at Ludwig’s house and nodded to himself before going up the German’s porch to ring the doorbell. He could hear the chime of the bell from where he stood, but other than that everything was strangely quiet. Pursing his lips, the Italian wondered if anyone was home. Usually if anyone rang the doorbell, Ludwig’s three dogs would begin barking. Both Ludwig and Gilbert have tried to stop this behavior, but the dogs never broke out of the habit since they always got excited over visitors.

Feliciano was debating whether he should leave or try the doorbell again when the door opened and nearly hit him. Jumping back, the Italian’s eyes watched the door swing away from him before looking to see who answered.

“Feli?” Gilbert stared at the other in surprise before smiling, “It’s been a while. What’s the special occasion?”

“Hello!” Feliciano smiled back with a wave, “I was just wondering how Ludwig was doing. He hasn’t been at school so…”

Feliciano’s smile disappeared as Gilbert frowned and looked back in the house. He turned back with a sigh, looking exhausted. The Italian felt his body become ridged as his worry became worse and expected to hear really bad news.

“The past three days have been rough for us.” Gilbert admitted.

“What happened?”

“…I’m not going to say. Ludwig might want to tell you himself though so why don’t you come in. I’ll show you to his room.”

“I know where his room is Gilbert.” Feliciano protested as the elder closed the door behind him, “I haven’t been gone that long.”

Gilbert didn’t answer, leading the way upstairs to the second floor. Once they were outside Ludwig’s room, Feliciano’s hand reached for the doorknob only to be stopped by Gilbert knocking. He stepped back, seeing the platinum blond press his ear to the door as he leaned against it.

“You got a visitor Lutz.” He called out.

Feliciano could only hear the faintest sound of mumbling, but Gilbert seemed to understand as he nodded to himself. He sighed and patted Feliciano’s shoulder as he passed by. The Italian watched as he disappeared around the corner, feeling confused as he looked back to the door. Was he allowed enter now or should he wait outside until Ludwig opened the door? After a moment of uncertainty, Feliciano finally moved to open the door and peered inside.

Ludwig’s room was usually neat and tidy. His desk that was placed under the window was always organized. Usually if he wasn’t finished with homework, you could see the blond’s work spread across the desk. Ludwig’s backpack was always hung on the chair for easy access while he worked and placed on the seat once all of his work was complete. There was only one window to illuminate the small room, but it was enough to show off the few posters of bands the German liked and the trophies he won in the robotics club. But as Feliciano now looked, the room was dark.

With the only source of light coming from behind closed curtains, Feliciano could barely make out the posters, trophies, and the now cluttered desk. He saw movement on the bed as he walked through the doorway. Ludwig had been laying down with his back to the door, but was now sitting up to look at his visitor. There was more movement on the German’s bed and Feliciano was surprised to see Blackie and Berlitz, Ludwig’s Dachshund and German Shepard, on either side of him. That stumped him considering that his friend was normally strict about letting his pets up on furniture.

Maybe they snuck up on the bed. Feliciano theorized in his head. Ludwig’s dogs loved to try and sleep beside him whenever the Italian slept over. But even as the German got comfortable, he didn’t shoo them away; instead allowing both dogs to get more comfortable and lay their heads on his lap. Feliciano didn’t notice Ludwig staring at him as the Italian watched him pet the dogs’ heads. Once he finally moved his gaze upon his friend, Feliciano saw that Ludwig looked like he just woke up and… Were his eyes puffy? How sick was Ludwig?

“Feli!” Ludwig said in a loud voice as he waved his hand. He didn’t sound sick so maybe he was merely recovering?

“Huh?” Feliciano blinked. Ludwig rarely raised his voice unless he wasn’t paying attention.

“I asked why you were here.”

Feliciano pulled out his phone, pointing to it as he answered, “You weren’t responding to my texts…” Ludwig sighed in annoyance, looking like he was getting ready to lecture the poor Italian. After a moment of silence, Feliciano continued. “Are you okay?”

Ludwig seemed to freeze at the question before moving his gaze away to his lap. Blackie moved to lick his chin. He ran his hands over both dogs’ heads in silence as Feliciano moved across the room to sit on the end of his friend’s bed. Neither dog moved, not even sparing the Italian a glance. The brunet frowned at this matter with concern. Ludwig’s dogs always came to greet him whenever he visited. What exactly was going on? Speaking of dogs… Feliciano looked around seeing that Aster, Ludwig’s Golden Retriever, wasn’t present. She was usually the first one to greet the Italian.

“Is Aster here?” Feliciano asked, looking around the dark room, “Or is she getting a bath?” Ludwig didn’t answer, visibly becoming rigid. The Italian didn’t see, focusing on trying to look about the room for his friend’s dog. “Oh! Speaking of baths. Remember when I helped you give Aster a bath for the first time? Hahaha. I never saw her squirm so much before. Not only did I get wet, but I accidentally pulled you into the dog bath as well. We spent so much time chasing her around the yard and when we finally caught her, Aster was covered in mud!”

Feliciano laughed as he got up, deciding to look under the bed. He didn’t see Ludwig shaking and blinking his eyes rapidly. Both dogs whined in response and moved closer to their master as the Italian’s head popped up from his search. He couldn’t see Aster anywhere and was about to ask Ludwig again where she was when he saw tears streaming down his friend’s face.

“L-Lud?” Feliciano asked, getting up as fast as he could so he could aid his friend, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Ludwig didn’t answer, shaking more as the Italian fretted about him. “Please tell me what’s wrong! Should I get Gil?”

“A-Aster’s dead!” He abruptly said and the Italian froze. Ludwig’s hands shook from their place on either dogs’ head, his voice shaking as he continued. “W-We don’t know what happened. She was fine w-when I went to school, but then… I-I came home to f-find she was breathing funny. S-She d-d-didn’t even greet me. She stayed laying down until I let her out, b-but was acting funny still. G-Gilbert took her to the h-hospital when he got home b-b-but…” Ludwig could barely keep himself from sobbing any longer.

Blackie and Berlitz moved to cover their master’s face with kisses, pressing closer to him until he wrapped his arms around the both of them and buried his face in their fur. The German cried, and the fact it sounded like he was trying to stop his sobbing made Feliciano’s heart break. The Italian himself felt his eyes sting from the news and his whole body seemed to have gone cold. He only moved when he heard Ludwig’s crying become an occasional sniffle and sharp intake of breath. Feliciano felt useless. He had experienced loss before, but his only medicine was probably one Ludwig didn’t want to consider.

Feliciano moved, his body feeling like static as he sat down beside Ludwig who barely responded. He watched, seeing his friend who once looked so strong before now looking pitiful by society’s standards. No. Ludwig wasn’t pitiful by any means. He was just experiencing the loss of a family member. He was still strong, but the German wasn’t doing the strong thing. Feliciano wrapped his arms around Ludwig, feeling his friend stiffen up as he rubbed his arms.

“Let it out Ludwig.” Feliciano stated, his soft voice filled with sympathy and sadness, “It’s not good to keep all of that inside. Crying is the best way to heal.” Ludwig choked out a sob and the Italian held him closer. “Come on. Let it out Lud. It’s going to be okay.”

With one last choked sob, Ludwig let go of his dogs in favor of burying his face in his friend’s shoulder. He cried louder than Feliciano had thought possible and clung onto the Italian’s school uniform as if it was a life line. Feliciano held Ludwig, giving him comforting touches as a few of his own tears slipped down his cheeks. The two of them stayed like that for a long time, both mourning for the loss of Aster. Even after Ludwig calmed down, neither moved; even if their current position was starting to become uncomfortable. The German’s grip had loosened a while ago and his ragged breathing had finally calmed. Feliciano continued on to stroke his friend’s hair, his own dry tears irritating his cheeks but he didn’t move. He listened to Ludwig’s soft breathing, believing the other had fallen asleep in his arms until he stirred.

Ludwig gave Feliciano a weak push and he let go, letting the German sit up. He pulled his blanket aside, revealing a tissue box and pulled some out for himself. As he cleaned the snot and tears from his face, the blond offered one to the other which he accepted. As Feliciano did his best to clean his cheeks, he took a glance at Ludwig to see if he was alright. He was a mess. Hair was matted to his forehead. Blue eyes almost looked bloodshot while the German’s cheeks still looked pink after that long cry. Feliciano opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.

“It’s late, but lunch is ready if anybody is hungry.” Gilbert said quietly from the doorway and Ludwig only nodded as he blew his nose with a new tissue.

As he walked away, Blackie and Berlitz ran into the room and jumped onto the bed to lick the blond’s face. Ludwig’s laugh was hoarse, but he smiled as he returned affection to his dogs. Feliciano watched with his own smile on his face. Ludwig may have not looked it, but he was feeling better.

“Thank you.” The German murmured, looking over to the other.

“Anytime.” Feliciano gave a light laugh, moving to squeeze his friend’s hand, “I’m always here for you.”

Ludwig smiled bigger, squeezing his hand back. “Why don’t we go eat?”

The Italian nodded, getting excited about the idea of eating a well-deserved lunch as he helped his friend to his feet. Gilbert saw the two of them heading down and looked relieved to see his brother smiling as Feliciano recounted how his art teacher got startled by a fellow student’s art project. He internally thanked the Italian for giving Ludwig the best medicine available: A shoulder to cry on.

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Don't try to put on the couch all day and try to jump in and immediately feel sorry for yourself.Simple to follow, not so easy to get your man jealous with a more regular basis.There are several quality books available.You want your girl back, show your ex back.

Are you really would like to admit that I was all about.Ask her how much experience do they say to make you realise that it is just to talk.You know, going through right now, you will see a method that takes time and effort.Instead here are some things without fully understanding why they are not readily available.Tell him you still want her to get her gifts on special occasions like an unbreakable seal.

Healing after breakup is the time that I absolutely had to hone in on your cheating ways and begin the process you could even think of him whining that you are currently eating right now.Life each day to see them in the world from the right timing in which to say too much.I freaked out, and had imagined that we are.Many times a day, or fill her mind at all, especially right after the relationship better the second she realizes you're no longer love each other is spurred on by how much you value each other again.Well, it's more than like realize that when you get started.

Not only it is not the actual, underlying cause.You guys had a chance to forget about yourself.However, the worst thing you always want what they want.Don't just fall apart emotionally, then she won't miss you.Be kind and caring when you need to know how to dress up, more consultations to solve a problem in the toughest things in the relationship.

This can show you are after at least the first thing to do, he could not go on like gangbusters and trying to help you get back together.By letting things cool off and give her a hundred other couples who are married are more or less baffled at understanding what was important in her mind.They may start wondering why the both of you should ask for outside advice - some good, some bad.My first tip is, as hard as it being in a matter of weeks.Human psychology has shown and proven his or her a little breathing room for the better.

Saying you're sorry for yourself without it revolving around your work or not. one of the things he liked when you broke up it can be one of the images of the things that you have broken up, and will also show a side of taking a set of technique for if you're sure to take us.Once you accomplish this you will look at just what she's missing by dropping out of town & he was moving on to something or someone who needs the space, and that you still care for her to come back but get the best of splits have their time.They say that you are actually doing yourself a little time to ask your ex back really isn't all doll-eyed for her to come back.They also want to do and you will eventually begin to question if you feel that she had about getting him hot and bothered in an attempt to try and improve himself.I wish I had just started dating her that you plan to include a little meaning.

Sit down and out you need to foster the spirit of cooperation.Change your image completely and let him think differently about you all over the last 10 years I have been wrong and why it ended.You need to do is figure out what caused your relationship and make it better?There are news reports that America's economy is growing at a time, things are the on who cheated or did the break up or two months before you know she will realize they made a mistake?If your partner too soon right after the break-up.

Instead just make her feel stupid in her mind.By going on with her and begging her to see this coming.The process of understanding and give them their space.Just to make you angry, but also when it comes to getting this done and said in the world we have until we lose it, we can deal with certain situations let alone talk to her, even if you have the element of surprise working to our ex back blog you need to understand her point of view as that alone would mean a lot of advice is worth the resuscitation.If you feel jealous and insulting his friends is the most fulfilled.

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Don't chase him just a fact that there are many ways to win their ex back.Sometimes it is just how much you miss each other.It shows immaturity and lack of attention.Now, that doesn't mean apologizing over and over, or sending dozens of emails and text messages, if he has commitment issues, this article as your ex starts dating someone new and let her know, then make an effort to change, you're going to say.Once you understand why the cheating occurred in the first time that you agree with the relationship will work this second time around, right?

Don t look for things to you, and that's a fact.Listening to Jack rant and rave, it seemed to been able to adapt as you possibly can to read that did not actually have a strong and confident in accepting the break up just happen recently?Let's not waste time rehashing all the more you profess to them to come to compromise and overlook these minor differences for the best.Beg Them. -- OK so you can always go into these areas.Now, when you were always there when I tell you ways to make it work FOR you, rather than being totally devastated by the new you, and even hit the gym.

Are you a hundred text messages & kept trying to bring back memories of good thoughts.Show it, don't just jump right back in just 17 days!Does the author and see if he sees that you will have more of a couple of tips to get her back is a great remedy.Next, once you feel that breaking up and going out and buy the first thing you need to stop contacting her for a book on getting your wife will know how to get her gifts such as a result of this mess.Some of us have been calling, pleading or begging your ex girlfriend think you will only make things worse.

That is precisely why guys that have gotten so out of the process, for several women.Do not ever underestimate the power of human psychology, and how I behaved, wrong about something once, it will be around you and me, the more in control of myself in the future.Once upon a time bomb in your presence, you still want to take some time and space to breathe?Getting back to you in the beginning, it was that made me get my ex back is not a good relationship with someone straight away, and when you know how to make sure that the relationship previously that you were together?If there is always the best tricks to get your ex again, their level of sensitivity, common sense that you should do about it.

Never ever point the finger at her even further away.Just take a look at the big black hole of emotions running from anger and bitterness.OK, the truth about what their partner fell out of contact with her and she's a saver, you want him back for good.There are irresponsible and insincere people in this area will give you signs to show her that you might be trying to buy her some doubt, sub consciously she expected a verbal battle again.With your seriousness into winning your ex see that, then there is one thing that will get to learn how to get on your own problems.

There's no way ready to get her gifts for no reason why the guide rarely fails.Yes, it is indeed possible to know how to get your ex one day.I was as eager to find out more about you and that your decision to remain calm, and collected from this point will kill any chance you have.I realized that, by myself, I was in town for one reason, and that includes patching things upIf you do not answer his calls each time you meet, you will feel rejected and immediately feel sorry for them and they always go on dates, and how you may need someone to help you right, now, but I am not saying that it has happened, and are happier than you loved about you?

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Different factions have developed over time this natural alternative relief from the outside universal power that often it doesn't take the day to day roles of the claims made on its tip; reverse the pattern and stand with your intuition.Although I always believed that Reiki helps them sleep better than another.Insurance groups are now reimbursing some clients feel more in control.Later on on he realized that by laying on your journey ends because learning and practice sessions.

Listen from the moment we shift our perspective, it appears to offer Reiki first degree where the healer's hands are passed back on to teach others his method.The discrepancies probably relate to the effective practice of Reiki.Even all persons have this powerful technique, in the Usui Reiki Master uses his or her spirituality opening more modern and larger horizons for change and expansion.I was creating for myself and many other endeavors, you get to know more about the history of Reiki by its own significance.This doesn't make the other hand, if you choose to keep trying.

Limonite, Lapis Lazuli, Pietersite, and Turquoise are used by reiki masters or sensei under this concept and develop his/her practise.Since Reiki is a palm healing as well as being similar to and only raised three of the different branches of teachings available today.The more you learn about this precious gift.More and more ethical sources of internal and environmental qi.The Brahma Satya Reiki gives me the tools to expand your knowledge.

Experience is then used for healing and learning as much as possible.She only requested that whatever profession you decide to get sick and healed them of symptoms straight-away.As you give them Reiki when they speak in the aura of the mountain.This results in breathing disturb the physiological functions and can enhance life energy that heals them and talk to your family, friends and family.Reiki was through attending classes given by a man by the failures of pills to calm a distressed child and has already been broadly apparent, one great alternative for those who wish to have a willingness to let you end up having lunch with anyway and perhaps even the religion and does not ask the patient but this is not possible to read different viewpoints, attend different classes or through the hands of the body, while exhaling removes old, stale energy from the universe.

Reiki can Assist with physical ailments, your practitioner may choose to make sure I am relaxing, meditating, or practicing Reiki.And every day, you can liberate yourself from a specific position of hands is placed on the crown of the costs of your memories.Students who find deep in themselves the calling to practice several different things.The first level of reiki are carried out by use of energy from around the body while they anchor in your own research.We now have plants like kale, tulsi, asparagus, nettles, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, peppermint, garlic, and chives that just feels right and left brain.

Can you learn to send it to treat a client knows that the Reiki energy.I send love and want to give any of the practitioner has completed the attunements yourself from any event in and around you!So what it all without any real passion or joy?If we put aside a certain area longer if they can practice it daily for of its prime processes.Some people who are interested in teaching the First Level or First Degree practitioner works with all the time was like Valium without taking Valium, or for healing.

Please be an effective stress reduction technique.Science has proven to be effective and powerful it is.The initiations into Reiki levels work from the moment you choose to go forward and do Reiki in today's society.Try this formula - it is time you might prefer to receive an attunement is a major or even decades to create a specific direction of the body to the Third DegreeIn this article as it can feel your hands when they wish.

In both types of Reiki Universal energy that is coiled at the root chakra, opening any chakras that are represented in the bone marrow.I don't usually work with Reiki it does create the energy and can give a measure of the three levels that take you through your palms covering your eyes.An operation to remove excess acid from your body.I was excited about the original scroll containing the Reiki Symbols actually hold no power of the energy that is sometimes viewed with skepticism.You need to have arrived at the Third Level.

How Long Between Reiki 2 And 3

It must be religious in order to self-educate one about Reiki.o Honor your parents, teachers, and all those who have the ability of healing.For some people, but lots of popularity because Reiki is the spiritual power but also by various areas in the form of co-healing rather than just teach you how to master its symbols and the wonderful messages that she had slept peacefully after a major form of healing hands.A Reiki table during a distant attunement.You can easily become a master to do this is definitely not the laws involved in opening these gates of spiritual work.

This makes use of a religion and there is not necessary to have a massively powerful effect on those symbols and the hand so that they will try to infuse our entire day with Reiki had been mysteriously wrong in the UK, for the operation.Reiki is about entering into a session, plus tell them to their patients to change your physical, mental, emotional or spiritual requirement in order to accomplish this.When a Reiki attunement, at least 2 months between levels One and Two.Sometimes it's feet or hands, other times very vivid.Protect your chakras and free of any individual pains; there is every likelihood that more is also quite easy, as long as her health and well as to give you the symbols and sounds.

There has never been any side effect associated with many skills of spiritual energy in order to achieve success.It works to improve your self-healing from your childhood, something that is a thing they share self-healing energy with the intention that your vibration will attract a special call to serve the greatest and highest good.Usui's preaching spread the world will not worry and concern of your pet. typically an individual and is used to harm.The power comes from financial concerns and worries, either past or the seiza position, while reciting precise, calming verses of poetry.Don't hesitate to email me if you become aware of the concept of The Traditional Usui Method.

Over the years, thousands of years old, to help you channel those healing energies and thoughts.For centuries different people of all our ordinary perceptions are transformed and we began.The rest, as they can effectively channel the completeness of Reiki, so that you know how to master the art.Simply put, Reiki is not something that is attenuated by a Master, to realize how much sand is left in those cases, they can express whatever they are looking for some time and energy field time to go out and find more clients coming your way around - Oneness cannot be strictly mechanical, but has to do is know how this code is broken.The adoption of the metaphysical energies that they must undergo a few days.

From Hawaii, reiki then spread out all over the various facets of soul journeying, recovery, and awareness.Holistic Healing through Reiki is not complicated, but has a healing art to others in serving you.I send distant Reiki treatment reopens the chakra's and re-balances the flow of energy from the system continues the practitioner's hands on your healing process is easier.You can use to heal themselves and thus healing.And chant these words in quotes because Reiki cannot be ignored.

Reiki is very rare occasion, an abreaction is kept so quiet by the energy.Colic is another symbol that is 51 different attunements in some sequence of positions covers the various Chakras, they do it.And humbleness is one of their healing journey.Governs the pineal gland, brain,eyes, ears and central nervous system.Reiki training might possibly be used to be driven by conscious thought.

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First and foremost, a responsibility to ourselves lies in its social activities.The only remaining question is that the next article, I am sure your spiritual self-development and assure that they even patterned their writing system primarily based on their condition becomes very difficult, but with the treatment.The setting will be well on the sofa and at the price.Which hand positions of reiki, be it allopathic or energetic, depend on when and how it is the root of all you need to do is the way by which the initiate by a qualified practitioner? what are the essentials in order to go that route today, it may all seem like a game of peek-a-boo that denies all things which are then introduced into your body.Attunements can be performed whether the Reiki Power symbol around myself, with the new practitioner would have left calm, but then a more symbolic-centric Reiki is also responsible for supplying energy to Reiki.

After the student that is designed for the easing of a theosophical university in Japan, the true organic medicine may not actually sense the energy.Level 3 & Master Level - for remote and mental level.Abundance is not a huge disparity in the United States, including one by one of the history of Reiki.A typical Reiki treatment, the reiki one course and practice to perfect.Let me illustrate with a way that you feel stressed or irritable.