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satuguro · 2 years

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Omg after reading part v and Xavier’s promise offer to patch y/n up quietly whenever she needs —and all its deeper meaning—I’d love your head cannons on Xavier having a bad mental health day (per Xavier’s mention in the show that he struggles with his mental health and his dad wants him to keep it secret) and !valkyrie reader making a similar offer. 💜

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH HEAD CANNONS

[ INTERLUDE II: FOR HIS BAD DAYS ]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#CONTAINS— fluff, angst

#AUTHORSNOTE— i'm writing pt. 6 of tongues and teeth rn, but this request is so dear to my heart cause i struggle with mental health almost every day. thank you sm for requesting this xx

— both you and xavier have had a history of neglect and trauma regarding your parents, so that means that bad mental health days happen.

— you don’t get to help him on his bad mental health days prior to the relationship, and vice versa. it takes a lot of trust for you both to fully let people see those sides of you.

— that doesn’t mean that you or xavier don’t see when the other is struggling with their emotions. like that one scene i wrote where xavier says, “take your time,” is an example of the subtle ways he’d help.

— but that shared hardship with emotions also means that both of you can read each other like a book; you both notice the slight changes in mood or when each other’s social battery decreases. it’s something that takes a lot of work from the both of you, but you make it work.

you moved your head to the other side of the pillow, groggy eyes adjusting to the soft light that was emitted from the side table.

xavier’s lips were in a permanent frown as he drew on his sketchbook, his knees pulled up to allow him to prop his art on it. his pencil moved on the paper, the soft scratches dragging you further away from your exhaustion.

“you’re awake,” you said, seeking his close presence as you moved to lay close to him. the sleepiness in your eyes melted when you saw the turmoil in his green eyes. the lack of response only furthered your worry for him. “xavier,” you said softly, sitting up and holding his arm gently, pausing his drawing.

xavier said nothing as he put his pencil down reluctantly. he looked at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly at your pleading eyes. he knew he should talk to you when he had moments like this. moments where he felt as though nothing was going right, as though what he was doing could never be good enough for anyone.

but then he felt you squeeze his arm three times for those three words you’ve said to him over and over, and he found himself spilling his thoughts out to you. and you were so happy to soak everything up.

— you're really cautious about giving him advice during his bad mental health days. you know more than anyone that having someone to listen and comfort you can help just as much as solutions.

— but that doesn’t mean that you both won’t give each other advice when the other asks.

— it took a while for the two of you to work out how to help each other out during bad mental health days. both of your were so used to dealing it on your own that it was hard to actually address it with the other person.

— but it was you that made an indirect promise to him when he finally spoke to you.

the sound of his father's party was merely a muffle as you brought xavier to the balcony. you could feel the quickening of his pulse under your fingertips and how his skin was clammy; he was hyperventilating, the words of his father circulating in his head like a mantra.

how could someone be so degrading about their own son purely for the laughter of others? to speak so lowly of someone they were supposed to care for and raise?

"hey." you looked at him, your hand being the only form of physical contact with him as your worried face studied his.

xavier wasn't having a panic attack, you knew that. but you knew that he couldn't be in that environment for any longer than he was, for as you looked at his misty eyes and frowning brows, his quivering lip and how he sucked it between his teeth to try and keep it in, you wanted to cry with him.

"breathe with me, okay?" you placed his hand on your chest as you breathed rhythmically, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs and exit slowly. xavier could only follow you, his eyes still threatening to spill over with tears as every exhale he let out shook with his emotions.

if he wasn't xavier's father, you would have burned him to the ground. xavier could see the anger you hid behind your worry, how he knew you would have easily demanded an apology from his father if you didn't know any better.

"do you want to talk about it?" you asked softly as his breathing slowed, your hands cupping his face. your thumbs brushed away the tears that spilled over his cheeks so gently, as though you were afraid that you would break him.

xavier could only shake his head. the possibility of being interrupted by his father was far too high for his liking; if he ever saw xavier like this, he would be forced to return to the party almost immediately. he'd have to get himself together. "'m sorry you have the burden of seeing me like this." he almost winced at how much of his father's words he heard in his sentence.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead as he sniffled, your head moving down to press your foreheads together. you took his hands into yours and thumb ran along his knuckles. "it's never a burden— not if it's you. never, if it's you."

— sometimes xavier does have to stop you from starting a fight with his father. it's a given, considering you're so fiercely protective of him and so accustomed to violence. but xavier kind of likes it because he's always been the one that was overprotective of others, not the other way around.

— xavier also has a really bad sleeping schedule; it gets worse during bad mental health days. you like staying up with him; not to talk to him all the time, but because you don't want him to feel like he's alone in his father's house again, dealing with his emotions without the presence of another.

— but you know how to get him back to bed when it's way too late in the night for him to be awake.

you heard him tap his paintbrush against his jar of turpentine three times quick. the rain rolled outside his dorm room, the droplets hitting the window violently. but while the night was violent and harsh, your lover's brush strokes were soft as he worked on his painting.

he had been quiet for most of the day. there was no particular reason for it— he didn't need a reason for it. sometimes that was just how he felt, and you understood that. he didn't feel like there was anything to talk about, only murmuring that he was simply feeling down and that talking felt too exhausting.

but as the clock flashed 3:32, you knew it was time to drag him to bed.

you wrapped the blanket around yourself as you stood up. your feet made small sounds on the floor as you approached him with the blanket dragging on the floor behind you. gently, you laid your forehead on his back, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. his chest vibrated as he hummed in acknowledgement.

xavier turned to look behind him, the shadow of sadness on his face lightening up at the feeling of your touch. "hi," he managed to say, his voice quiet as he gave you a small smile that took up a majority of his energy. he was exhausted— mentally and physically —from everything, but couldn't bring himself to be under the covers just yet. he felt guilty for being so down all day without reason; he felt bad that you had to deal with him.

"it's 3:32."

"i can see that," xavier responded, turning back to his work. the shuffling of the blanket was followed by your blanketed arms wrapping around his middle. his gaze softened, his arm falling down to put his paintbrush away.

“come to bed with me, xavier.” the request come out softly, your words nothing short of hopeful and worried. you were reaching out to him, calling for him and expecting him to answer. for him to take your hand or answer your call with his own.

in the end, he always returned to you. he always gave in, not because he was tired or because he was annoyed, but because it was you. he always gave in if it was for you.

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nightmaremp · 4 months

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Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 34: Panic of Feline

Xavier left the Shack a few minutes after meeting his older brother, Teeth. He huffs as he drives back to his hotel. The ginger haired male rubbed his goatee to try calming himself down. Xavier wishes for his wife, Ruby to be here and tell him that things are fine.

“Am I….being harsh on him?” he asked himself. The ginger haired male quickly shakes his head.

“No! I’m not. He deserves it!” Xavier said to himself as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.

Back at the shack and in the basement, the Mayhem were checking their phones out. “Hey” said Dr. Teeth to his bandmates.

“Talk about a revelation of momentous proportions” he added with a smile.

“We twittered once, and now the world’s twittering back.” said the doc. The band agrees.

“The instant gratification is a hit of sheer dopamine surging through my cranium. I am sold” replied Floyd. Lips mumbles.

“Don’t be,” said Moog as he walked over to the band with a worried look on his face as he held a sleeping Annie in his arms.

“The Mayhem doesn’t tweet their fans online,” he added.

“You meet your fans in real life and befriend them,” said the black haired male.

“And tell them the very intimate details of your personal life,” he added.

“But, like, now, we’re socially connecting with, like, way more people” replied Janice.

“It’s like a virtual Woodstock,” she added.

“Yep, except maybe this time we remember it” replied Floyd Pepper with a laugh. The whole back starts to laugh with the red haired male.

“Wow. For sure” replied the blonde female.

“Ooh! Lookie here” said the good doctor as he showed Floyd his phone.

“Miss Taylor Swift and that Justin Bieber kid just followed us,” he added.

“Oh, Beyonce and Gaga just tweeted, Whaddup?” replied the red haired male.

“And Jack Harlow just, like, slid into my DMs” replied Jancie.

“Don’t know what that means,” replied Floyd Pepper.

“You know, It’d be most disrespectful not to respond to them all” said Dr. Teeth.

“Agreed” replied Floyd. The trumpet player and saxophonist both nod their heads.

“How’s about something like” he started to say before typing.

“To our fellow music makers, you’re all absotively tremendulous.” The doc type.

“Right on” said the red haired male.

“You are all truly talenticious, with stupendorous fans” the good doctor added.

“Love it” said Floyd Pepper.

“And send” said the ginger haired male. He sent the tweet.

Hours later, they were all in Penny’s office. She had her computer turn to the group. It shows Teeth’s tweet. It said “ To our fellow music makers. You’re absolutely terrible. You are all truly talentless with stupid fans.”

The tweet wasn’t what Dr. Teeth wanted to write. “This is your idea of good publicity?” asked Mrs. Waxman with a scowl on her face.

“Now, to be clear, the phone tarnishified my beauteous words for some strangestical reason” replied the doc.

“It’s because your words aren’t actual words” replied Nora.

“The what?” asked Lips.

“Yeah, they were autocorrected,” replied Moog.

“Who is this smart guy and why is he talking to me?” asked the pink haired female, her voice tone sound upset.

“Now, I’m even more aggravated” she added as she added hot sauce to her sandwich.

“Don’t be, okay? I will figure out a way to fix this” replied Label Lady.

“Yeah, while you��re at it, I’m out of Satan’s Blow Out sauce. So you can fix that too” replied Penny Waxman.

“The hotter, the better,” she added. The good doctor shake his head and let out a “Phew”

On the way back to the Shack, Nora is upset with the tweet. “This is craziness” said Moog.

“With one tweet. You started beef with all of music” he added.

“No beef, please. My vegan belly rejects all bovine” replied Janice.

“Yeah, we don’t beef with nobody” replied Floyd.

“Well, except that one band from River Bottom,” he added.

“Yeah, they were a nightmare” replied Teeth.

“So, when do I get my photos?” asked Zoot as he turned to Label Lady.

“Okay, one thing at a time. Okay? First, damage control” said the black haired female.

“I’m sure JJ’s got a way to fix this whole mess,” she added.

As they drive through town, suddenly a purple vehicle brakes in front of them. “Hey, now!” said the doc. A green car and a reddish orange jeep pulled up on each side of the van. People in the vehicles can be heard yelling at the mayhem, angrily. A yellow car with black stripes on the hood of it pulled up behind the van.

The van was square in. Nowhere to run, no exit for them.

“What’s happening?” asked Nora in a panic tone.

“Trouble,” replied Moog with wide eyes. The people start to exit their cars.

Out of the red jeep were a bunch of girls. “Are those Taylor Swift fans?” asked Label Lady.

“And our vengeance shall be swift” said the leader of the group.

Dr. Teeth start to stammering and look very panicked. “Why are they doing that?” he asked. The ginger haired male could feel his heart beating faster. His body felt the signs of danger. His pupils quickly change to those of felines.

“Okay, teeth. Get us out of here!” said Nora in a panic tone of voice.

“Behind us!” said Janice. The doors to the yellow car opens and a group of women in black leather outfits exit it.

“You come for our queen, Beyonce. You’re gonna get stung” said the leader of the Beyonce fans.

“Oh man, we got the BeyHive in the back and the Beliebers in the front, y’all” said Moog in a fear filled tone.

Out of the purple car, the Beliebers exit it. “You better belieb it’s go time, '' said the leader with her arms crossed.

“Seems we’ve been emboxified in” said the good doctor. Floyd looked at Teeth and noticed the doc’s eyes were slowly getting more yellow. This isn't good. They need to leave or otherwise, a oversized feline looking beast be rampaging through town.

“Oh, my Gaga! It’s the Little Monsters!” said the black haired male. Out of the green car, the group of the fans exit.

“Mayhem, come out to play,” said the leader in a creepy tone of voice. The mayhem starts to panic.

“It’s too late now to say sorry!” said the leader of the Beliebers as they all started to attack the van. The groups all try to get into the van or destroy it.

“What do they want from us?” asked Nora in a fear filled tone.

“Vengeance” replied Moog. “Look, as a superfan myself, I know how it works,” he added.

“You cold diss their leader, you cold diss them all” said the black haired male.

“But how do they even know where to find us?” asked Jancie in a panic tone.

“It’s the phones, man! I told you they track us!” replied Floyd as he turned to Janice for a second. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Teeth’s face was…changing with each quick breath.

“Yeah. It’s okay. Just everybody calm down!” said Label Lady in a panic tone.

Suddenly hands come through the window on top of the van’s roof and grab Lips. The trumpet player starts to panic as he tries to get out of the grips of the hands. The blonde male was pulled out from the window.

“They got Lips!” said Janice.

“Bring him back!” yelled Moog.

Teeth’s breathing was getting heavy. Sounds of clothes ripping filled the van. A wave of fear wash over everyone. The doc’s face was a mix of his face and his wereform face. His hair was slowly melting into his skin to form fur. The nails on his fingers had turned into claws.

Zoot quickly grabbed some spare chain they have for Animal and crawled to the front. He quickly ties the chain around Teeth’s neck which the good doctor didn’t even notice. The dark blue haired male knows what will happen next.

Suddenly the passenger door to the van was ripped off. “They got the door!” yelled Dr. Teeth, his voice was deep and sounded like it is in panic.

“Oh my God!” yelled the mayhem fan as fear filled his body. The group of fans grabbed Floyd Pepper.

“Oh no! They got me!” yelled the red haired male in fear. The band screams in fear. As the fans try to get the other members.

Something suddenly busted through the roof of the van and the sound of the purple car being thrown on its side filled the air. The fans that were attacking quickly looked but it was gone. They continue to attack the van while the rest of the band try to fight them off.

The thing that busted through the van was…Dr. Teeth in his wereblood form. The beast was running like a cheetah through the town and onto the big road. Zoot was holding for dear life on the back of the doc. He had a death grip on the chain and on the back of the feline. The saxophonist tried to move Teeth to run to the Shack.

It wasn’t working. Zoot sat up like he was riding a horse. He looked at the sides of Teeth and gulped. “I’m sorry, love but I have to” the dark blue haired male said before using the heels of his dress shoes to kick the sides of Teeth. Hitting the feline on his stomach.

The pupils of the beast grow small as it changes directions to the Shack. Zoot used the chain to lead the feline.

Teeth was panting as he ran on all fours. The white vest he was wearing had been ripped in half and flew off his moving body. His rainbow color shirt with designs all over it was hanging on his huge body for dear life like Zoot. The beast’s claws hit the concrete roads as he speeds past cars and bikes. There were some tears in his eyes as he ran like the wind.

The pants that the doc was wearing was ripped but still on him, same with his black boxers. The shoes were destroyed and left in the van.

The saxophonist holds on and keeps the feline on the track to the Shack. The feline kept running and jumping over things as they got closer to the Shack.

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