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#life has always been nothing but shit and im sick of trying to be positive for everyone only to be called all sorts of names and abandoned

leggyre · 8 months

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You got any adivce for someone who's considering dropping drawing completely since they don't like what they're making at all?

honestly i've been in the same struggle recently bc it just hasn't been a good year for me. i haven't been drawing a lot bc most of the time i'm either sick or i just.. can't. I've been picking myself up as of late and it's a really difficult grind, but honestly the fact i've been able to actually start this grind is already good for now. I guess that counts as advice; be patient with yourself. Self-esteem doesn't come easy and the little steps are worth so much more than you think.

ok so uh,

-if you just started, don't think about it too much. we all start with the weird scribbles. if you stop now you might never get back to it -if you've been trying to doodle often and always end up hating the result, just take a break. art block is seasoning for burnout and you might just be tired. a lot of times i've felt bad about my art i kinda "gave up" for a while and when i came back to it it was like "wtf this easy what was my issue (it was burnout)". so take a break, play some videogames or hang out with your friends for a week. idk write essays about the media you like? it feels like you're being unproductive but resting IS part of productive because just pushing yourself will just result in nothing being done at the end of the day. -look at your favorite work! im not quite out of my latest artblock yet because its a tough one(it's been teaming up with depression caused by health problems it suuuuucks :/), but when i went long enough without being able to draw I kinda started feeling like I can't do shit and can't call myself an illustrator at all specially bc what i do isnt that big of a deal compared to others(<- comparison also big mistake remember youre the only one who can make YOUR art), going through my folders and seeing the stuff I like the most gave me a LOT of motivation to keep going, even if I was still unable to start drawing right away. not giving up is so important. -so yeah love your art. focus on drawing things you like because it's a gift from you to you, and you should treat it as such. i know it's really hard to be positive about it all the time but it can be really good to go through all your artwork at the end of a day and look at the things you like about it, even if it isn't much. -on that note, find something you really like drawing!!! back in high school i had massive periods of depression that kept me from drawing but i occasionally found sort of a 'life hack' for myself which were things i was always able to work with even during the worst times. one of them was just.. bees. i just doodled random characters as these bees and made og designs too and it was fun. the other one was using colored pencils instead of a regular one bc i just like colors and it made me happy :] it didnt matter that they always had the same overall shape or if i couldnt erase when i messed up, i was just feeling good being able to draw something that i liked. -experiment more!! expand your palettes and download some new brushes. i even change from my newest to my old busted tablet that still sorta works occasionally because using a tool that feels different is.. refreshing somehow? idk -when you need to get yourself back up, do the little steps at your own pace. do a little doodle every day. it's okay if it's always the same thing. the same character. the exact same idea. it's okay if it sucks or if it's unfinished because you struggled. Just give it little pushes. What matters is to try. and it's okay if you can't do it every day. maybe every other day if you need a slower pace. -and remember. engagement doesn't measure your skill. art is subjective anyways!!!!! i spent YEARS doodling and posting only my ocs and getting little to no notes. i think one of my favorite artworks from the time i had ~100 followers had like 0 notes for the longest time. to be honest i don't even know if it has any likes at all nowadays i'd have to look it up bc it's a bit buried

#ask the leg

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playboynanners · 8 months

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i wanna start off by telling u i am sorry!! i wanna tell u about all this crazy shit in my head, and want to open up and want to talk about my feelings but no matter what, i just cant make out the right words...? like it feels like cant properly put my thoughts and emotions into words i guess??

all i want to do right now is cry and scream and let it all out because its killing me inside. i cant take it anymore. i feel weird. i dont want to do anything. i always feel tired. i dont have any energy. a part of me broken. something is def weighing on my heart. i just feel so fucking suffocated. i feel like i am so far behind in life that i will never catch up. everyone is doing so many things with their lives. and i am just here. i really dont think i can do this its getting dark again. and im afraid. im too tired to carry on. i want MYSELF back bro is that too much to ask for? i deffff know its getting bad because even sleep and music dont help and i feel sick all the time and i just want to disappear. i really feel like there is no happy ending for me . thats why getting through the days is hard rayen i honestly from the bottom of my heart know its all for nothing. u guys are waiting for me to get over it, to finally do something with my life, and i know u guys are getting impatient. but what u guys dont know is that im already gone. i dont like who i am. there is nothing good about me. i am sick of wasting my time. i am worn out. i so fucking tired. the anxiety consumes me at times i feel like i cant breathe i cant think straight intrusive thoughts of self distraction consume my mind i am sooo fucking sick of this version of myself!!!!! im fucking tired of the poor choices i keep making. i truly believe i have hit rock bottom. this is the humblest i have ever been because my ego has nothing to be proud of. i know i knowww it is important to be gentle with myself but its also crucial to be honest. im not taking care of myself. im doing drugs, im on social media all day. i either dont eat healthy, or i dont eat at all. i dont exercise. i watch things that arent positive and go to sleep and wake up late. i am sick to my stomach as i write this. i just want to go up from here because i cant live this way anymore. i dont wanna live this way anymore. but like if you never felt like the way i do right now... the drained , depression . WORTHLESS feeling ... then u cant say shit about me "getting better starts with yourself bs" LIKE UH ? YEAH I HATE MYSELF AND DONT GIVE A FUCKKKKK ABOUT NUN SO WTF DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??? like i honestly didnt even think i would be alive at my age i thought i wouldve been dead by 20 so u can only imagine how lost i feel lol. i dont know what to do with my life and i feel like im just wasting away most days. and i dont fucking know how to fix it. maybe this is my time for me and im supposed to be enjoying it for exactly what it is? like i dunno i just know i always fucking ruin EVERYTHINGGGG . i casually sabotage all my positive relationships with negative delusions because my life doesnt feel real unless something dramatic and destructive is constantly occurring. i really want to kill whats inside of my head. i hate living like this day after day. i just want my pain to end bro . i see how everyone looks at me like i’m a burden, how they fake concern only to switch up at me the next second. i don’t want to be this way, im so lost and alone and i just don’t see the point anymore. this is the loneliest i have ever felt. i don't have a shoulder to cry on when im sad, i have got legit no one to go to. i have noooo tears left to cry dude. my heart hurts so much. my insides are burning. i dont know how to help myself. i legitimately try and i make it worse. i wanna scream all this hurt and pain out. can i just lose my memory just so i can take a break from feeling this way? im not sure how long i can handle this alone anymore all honesty .

AND i wouldnt say im "addicted" to drugs and alcohol (JUST YET lol) butttt what i hate about liking them is that once you know how that high feels and the break from reality you get from everything you will FOREVER know how good it felt and thats the problem. u can be days, months, years of being clean. but i know when you quit its gonna be hard years down the road. i would take it alllll back and not start doing any of it. it turns from "just one time trying it" to "i promise this is the last time" but all honestly i dont know how to stop or be normal in this world sober anymore.

and to sum it alllll up i just want / need someone who can hug me and tell me that im not as worthless as i think i am i feel so fucking empty sometimes and its so exhausting to feel nothing and everything at the same time.

#tw depressing thoughts #@hate myself #journal #made with tumblr #sad aesthetic #thoughts #depressing shit #love yourself #sociopath #kill me

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pomolandian · 1 month

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helloooooo! i dont have anyone reading this to know where i went. basically all this time, since the last time i posted, was a long depressive episode i managed to get out of. um it has been a very hard period for me and its yet not over. everything has started going downhill and honestly its getting a bit difficult to stay calm. its been a tough week and it will continue to be hard. but i try to think more positive and try to be better. its weird to keep on going while everything on the planet is crumbling. i wont say that everything sucks because not everything sucks. yet what i experience recently is making me feel so hopeless. it bad. the world is just bad but we just have to push through and make the best of it. you know? everything is so weird and nothing makes sense. not only for our reality, but just seeing all these around me... man, they just suck. but i guess we just have to keep on going and doing the best we can to fix the weird shit. nothing ever makes sense and we have to keep pushing through. its never going to be alright and i know it. the world will always be sick despite all the nice people we meet and the experiences we have. but after all, we can always do both. shutting off for a bit and taking a look around, thinking "what can i do to make something better?" is not worthless. for two months now ive been the happiest i have ever been in my life. and still awful things happen. but im good with myself and i do something to try and fix things around me. so yeah... these are my thoughts for a past few months. i know there are people out there with much bigger problems, but this is not for them right now. right know this is me writting, and this is how i feel. i just want all this madness around me to end, so i can have a real reason to finally be happy. and not having to explain it. so yeah. i hope its gonna get better. not just for me but also for everyone else

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secund4 · 5 months

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a lot of times i feel stupid and ashamed to post. i feel like there’s always an invisible audience on the other side of the post button and clicking it only opens myself up for criticism ( aka being told that nothing i ever do is just good in accordance to my brain ). i know criticism is healthy and necessary, but to someone like me who has felt like they’ve been hunted for sport all their life and is finally taking a decent shot at discovering to be a person and rekindle their interests- it feels like the piercing of a bullet because there it is. there’s the reason i never took an honest shot at anything. amongst an overflowing swirling sea of love and positivity and light i will find the one off colored speckle of sand amongst the rest and my psyche will use that as ammunition to beat me into submission and keep me bored and wishing i could just act. im so deeply ashamed and embarrassed of myself and my thoughts and my body and i was made to be this way. i wasn’t always this way. i used to be so loud. i used to be so happy. i was a fountain of information and words and interests and ambitions. i wanted to be a vet. i loved animals so i wanted to be a doctor for them. ive always devoted my time and attention towards helping and healing. so why is it that i myself am so sick? i feel like a wilted flower in the most literal sense. i feel my brain thump and thud in my skull half the time. my hair falls out in clumps as i run my fingers through it. my stomach is nauseated from the moment i wake up until i sleep. and food sometimes but rarely helps. but i am so hungry. im sitting here even now thinking about this for too long and im talking myself out of expressing myself. don’t make such a fuss. don’t write it out so it doesn’t become real. stop whining, you look stupid. what do you have to be sad for really? i guess i have a lot of reasons, and whenever i tell others theyll tell me they dont even know how im still alive. or they silently nod their heads and rub my back because they have no idea how to respond to most of the shit ive been through. but it still feels.. like artificial pain. i know it was all real, but i feel like an attentionwhore for getting attention about it and liking it. what else could you expect from a neglected abused child ? they want attention. they want love. i want love. i have love. but it never feels like enough. and my hunger for it makes me ashamed. why should i have to hold the burden of not only experiencing how miserable it is to always have a hungry void in your heart, taking and taking and taking and yet never becoming any less ravenous, but also having to deal with the consequences of the responses the people that were supposed to nurture and raise me put on to me? they set me up for failiure from the cery start and here i am. in the trash and desolation that they left me. left alone and confused and vilnerable to look throigh the rubble and try to rebuild what i can, watch the unsalvageable parts of me die, and have to first get myself to a clean slate before i can even start pouring the concrete that will allow the foundation of myself as a human ti stand on stably. im losing my mind. i feel like im falling apart. its not fair. i wish i could live an easy life. this is hard and tiring work and im not sure how ive managed to pull myself by my own hair through the darkest pits of hell just to still be alive today. i want tomorrow to be the end. but i know ot wont be. i know theres going to have to be a lot more tomorrows for it to be the end, and that i have to continue to fight and fight harder through all those days to get to the end. i wish i didnt have to fight for my life just for some peace and comfort and space to be myself. i, as a cuban immigrant, never thought my lofe would get this difficult. but it has proven me wrong time and time again. it Does get worse, and it has. but it also Does get better. i can only hold on, keep tryong, and hope that it starts getting better again soon, and that the outcome will be worth all of this.

i hope we get a cat and a puppy and that i properly learn how to crochet. i want to learn how to skateboard and rollerskate. i want to read more and write more and go to parks to do it. i want to cook meals in my kitchen and get my girlfriend flowers and edibles to surprise her with after work. i want to make friends and build community. i want ti make a difference in my life and the lives of others around me. i want to be seen and known and loved and held as sacred and protected. but i feel like i have been set up with parental controls and now that ive left them i don’t have the passcodes to get in and turn them off. i have so many fake invisible walls and locks in my mind that i give full control to. they do not exist. they are not real. but yet they control me. all i can do is push forward and remember that tomorrow will bring me a whole day closer to my peace. i remember seeing a post on here where someone said they’d bake a pie when everything turned okay for them. im not sure what i’ll do. i suppose i will know the best way to celebrate the end of my long and hard journey once im in the end of it

#come back when it changes #novisoulposting ✴️

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whatsnothappening · 1 year

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stopped my last entry bc i didnt really have much to say but heres whats up PT.2

So i thought id send him a text. "happy new years dad, i love you and miss you. i hope you have a good night" ... nothing. i dont get a single text. normally he either calls right after and makes sure that i am okay and that i am having fun. just nothing. i text my mom and she is all smiles and having fun. a few days go by after new years. i dont know if it was someone in the group or someone at the bar but we all ended up with covid. i also, was just dealing with shit mentally. i dont know if it was because of the new year and i felt like i had to have my life figured out and have this drawn out plan or maybe it was the weird shit with my dad. i have no clue. but i was mentally fucked. my dad sends me a weird text just saying that he hasnt heard from me (yes you have) and that i seemed weird on christmas (well duh) i text back explaining that i have had a rough time mentally recently and that i am sick....nothing..again. i am livid at this point. all of the times that i have supported him and made sure to hype him up and have deep conversations with him and talk about our future and our goals just as humans and how to be better. just fueled me up more. i was done. so done. then fastforward again, i am finally feeling good enough to go back to work. i was pretty much sick for all of januarary. plus me and my friend were going to the gym and i was just riding a high. well i am at work a nice pretty busy day, i have a quite a few requests. well in comes my step mom. she asks for the keys to my car? she says she just has goodies for me and wants to leave them in there and to try them on and let her know if i like them or not. i thought it was EXTREMELY random, but fuck ill take free clothes lol. she asks me how ive been i say good and apologize for not being around and explains that i was very sick and that this round of covid royally kicked my ass. well she goes on home and tells my father who i guess gets pissed that i did tell him i was sick and writes me a shit ass text about how i dont reach out to him. well it goes both ways bud. you have no issue texting my husband about golf? whatever. anywhoooo.. hes come around and has started reaching out again. and we have been texting. well i would love to spend time with him and all of us have a family day but my ass is sick yet again. so i dont know. i am just so happy that he is reaching out again. she wanted me to have a conversation with him about the drinking but i truly dont feel that i need too... mainly because i have seen the signs that i need to look out for when he is going through it. i havent seen any of those. i lived with that my hole child hood i can notice this shit with only spending 5 minutes with him. and she does tend to be a bit dramatic. seriously... so i am going to take it with a grain of salt and just make sure that he is happy and catch up with him and make plans to spend time together. it just really is important to me. i hate the saying. but i am 100% a daddys girl. i love my dad so much. so anytime i get to spend with him is so important and so fun. i think thats one reason why christmas was so miserable for me because literaly any time with my father is an amazing time. its always so fun and so positive. i mean he is just such a positive fun guy. so me being so miserable and feeling uncomfortable and not being able to spend time with him. that fucking sucked. but hey one of my resolutions this year was to start thinking postively and stop dwelling on the negative shit. its hard to keep up with that but im getting better at it. but ontop of that, im really proud of myself because i have started going back to the gym! i missed a couple of weeks due to being sick. but i am still motivated to go! one thing i want to work on is discipline more than motivation. you can have all the motivation in the world to do something and still not succeed at it. you need to have the discipline to really give it your all and be consistent. and discipline is one thing i 100% lack. but ill get there. today is wednesday. continued-

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keefwho · 1 year

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February 19 - 2023

8:28 AM

I always pride myself for not listening to strangers’ negative opinions about me since they are never based on something meaningful. But on the flip side, I can’t enjoy positive opinions either for the same reason. Having a stranger tell me I’m valid as a person or something means absolutely nothing to me because they don’t know anything about me. This all feels like another thing that alienates me from other people. I don’t know if I’m supposed to care more about strangers’ opinions or if I’m fine where I’m at.

I have this bacon to cook still but I’m nervous to. I wouldn’t be as nervous if it had been stored properly on the way here. The problem isn’t that it’s raw right now. Its that I’m not totally sure how cold it stayed on the way home. It should be fine because it felt quite cool when it got here. It also wasn’t out for terribly long in general. But if I’m going to handle challenging food like this, I want things to be near perfect. I don’t want to throw the bacon out because I think it’s severely unlikely anything is actually wrong with it.

1:30 PM

Today I am lonely, bored, and sad. The perfect mix of things to foster anxiety about nothing, which I am also feeling. I’ve been thinking too much lately. Putting too much effort into trying to fix stuff like this. Sometimes I think it might be better to give up and not think about anything for a little bit.

3:10 PM

Im just admitting this to myself. I fucking hate myself right now and it prevents me from having genuine interaction. I don’t know what to do aside from isolate myself until I feel better. It only seems responsible, but only if I do it right. Why do I have so much trouble loving myself?

4:35 PM

I was starting to think I was the problem, then I remember I KNOW I’m the problem. I let one of my closest friendships die. Last night a friend was really depressed and I probably only made it worse. There’s a reason I can’t find people to hang out with on demand. No one wants to be around someone like me. Another friend is upset about something and my heart breaks if I had anything to do with it.

I’m afraid I am irreparably fucked up. Maybe I’m truly a bad person deep down. Maybe I don’t deserve friendship, companionship, or happiness in general. Maybe it’s all pointless.

8:41 PM

I sure have enjoyed wasting my entire evening being depressed beyond comprehension. I should message my friends but I don’t have the will or energy to do anything tbh. Another reason I’m a piece of shit I guess.

8:58 PM

On top of it all my tummy hurts. Im assuming it’s because of how I blew myself earlier but my temperature is also reading up to 99.1. Not a real fever by any means but I never read that high at this time while I’m chillin. Unlike last time my temperature read this high, I’m not really panicking. I’m slightly concerned but logic tells me that I can’t be “sick”. Where would I have gotten anything? Unless it was by extraordinary circumstances. I don’t have other symptoms either. My tummy is upset because of things physically moving through me in a way my body doesn’t like due to what I did earlier. The temperature is probably a fluke and all I can do is check it again in about an hour.

9:41 PM

The best way I can describe how I feel in times like this is soulless and empty. There are times where I feel in touch with myself but they are not often. More often I feel like I’m living a very fragile life. I have trouble believing everything is okay and I frequently imagine everything that can go wrong until I believe it’s my future. Today has been like that. All I can see are the negatives.

9:59 PM

I’m just MAD. At myself. Why am I so confused? I never used to be this confused about myself. Maybe I never knew who I was or wanted to be. Maybe thats why episodes of extreme sadness have been with me since high school. I know everyone gets sad but I get truly depressed. I have reached some very dark places and it’s all because something is wrong that has gone unsolved for so long. I feel like I’m in the middle of shattering everything I know about myself. I only hope it results in something better in the end.

Maybe I’m experiencing a form of ego death. Lately I have much less grasp on the things like I like and how my relationships are. I used to base everything on and cling to recent memories and significant older ones but now I feel like I have no history. I don’t like it because I enjoy honoring past experiences but I haven’t been able to do that lately. I feel like everything in my life requires constant upkeep to hold onto it, partly because I can’t seem to believe some things will stick around simply because I put the time in. Everything feels brand new and like I have to make a good impression.

10:34 PM

I tend to play by my own ruleset instead of feeling things out. Maybe I need to listen to my heart more. I suppress so much, even stuff that doesn’t matter. I’m always trying to do things “right” by my brain’s standard. I end up neglecting my true desires. But at the risk of sounding edgy, I feel like I’ve silenced my heart enough that it’s hard for it to speak up. I always have this problem. I don’t KNOW what I want. I feel no desire but it must be there.

12:18 AM

I realized today that I would unknowingly draw smut as a way to vent. I say unknowingly because what I thought was just horny posting was actually me channeling my feelings of worthlessness into degenerate content. Sometimes when I feel like that, I do horny stuff to escape or degrade myself. It feels good. I don’t even think it’s unhealthy, its just something I realized I do. I don’t see anything wrong with it.

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peninkwrites · 2 years

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will wood - ...well, better than the alternative

THOUGHTS N OPINIONS ON THE LYRICS:

After all of that's been done to me

Could you tell me how, could you tell me how

Could you tell me-

What's so wrong about what's wrong with me

I'm just trying to do what's right by you

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LIKE MAN THERES SO MUCH I WANNA COVER BUT MY IMMEDIATE THOUGHT WAS LIKE TDDD!TOMMY ASKING THIS TO TUBBO, PROBABLY KINDA EARLY STAGES WHERE TOMMY STARTS TO NOTICE THAT SOME OF HIS JOKES AND SENTENCES HE SAYS ARE SUPER WORRYING TO PEOPLE SO HE LIKE JUST GRABS TUBBO AND WANTS TO SCREAM UNTIL HES OKAY

Would they kiss your cheek or yank the bandage off

Let you speak or take advantage of how

If everyone's sick, well then nobody can catch it

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DREAM AND TOMMY I'M NOTTTT SPECIFYING IM PRAYING TO GOD THERES JUST AN UNDERSTANDING WHY ON /GOD/

Okay. Okay.

There are LAYERS to this my god.

I googled the full lyrics and Will Wood has sort of confirmed it's about parent-child relationships and the fact that they are always fundamentally rooted in an authority basically forcing another to live and exist without their consent. That is. That is everything.

And like. So thematically tddd leans more into the abuse of someone with a god complex rather than a parental authority, but creation is creation either way and whoever takes credit for your existence is in a very specific position for an abuse of power. Which is just. So relevant. In canon as well, since the prison arc, Dream taking credit for Tommy's very existence has added a whole 'nother layer of fucked up to a relationship already with a heavy power imbalance from exile. Tommy escaped exile by regaining his sense of autonomy and choosing for himself to leave but the prison arc took that away. And in tddd's case, Dream claiming and taking credit for Tommy's life even sooner took away Tommy's chance to reclaim his autonomy briefly as he did in canon.

That kinda ties together my thoughts on the second bit you sent me. It's so clearly grounded in parental abuse and that's very easy to mold into the power imbalance Tommy and Dream have. I Am curious for your thoughts on "if everyone is sick, well then nobody can catch it." That one feels like Something. I can't quite grasp it but there Sure Is Something. Something about Dream "curing mortality" by killing Tommy over and over again??? Something!!

And the first bit is. AAAAAAA. /pos

That's tddd clingy duo alright!!! I have nothing to add. You said it perfectly. That's just. That's tddd Tommy holding onto reality by a thread. Woooo boy.

Thank you for this. This shit is my bread and butter it made my night.

#this was So Good #please feel free to spam my ask box any time!!!#asks #tddd #netheritecouncil #abuse cw #this shit is fascinating #I want c!Dream dead in a hole at all times but I'll analyze him while i curb stomp him too #i can multitask <3 #to be clear I do Not Like putting Dream and Tommy in a family dynamic. That's not the vibe in my book.#it's more the narrative tool of it all #mostly just the vibes of like #i put you into this world i can take you out of it #type deal yknow

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ponds-puddle · 3 years

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Life Force ~{10/??}~

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Spending time together felt so natural. It had only been two months and the two of you already move in similar motions, as if you had known each other your entire life. Nights when you would work late, Shinsou would take your spare key and make himself comfortable in your home. He would pick up groceries and meet you at the train station with a bright smile, speaking about the dinner that he had prepared for you. On the way home you would walk in step with one another, talking about the different things that happened in each of your lives that day. Everything felt right. It felt safe and secure.

You didn’t trust it.

Despite the nagging feeling in your chest, you would hold his hand and smile. Maybe if you pretended everything was right in your mind, it would be exactly that. So that’s what you did. You would laugh and smile and always kiss him back. When he would hold you, you would melt into him naturally. There was never a time you would pull back from him. Honestly, you didn’t want to, but there was something burning in your chest that beat on your ribcage- begging to be noticed.

One day at work you were laid out by the sad stargazer. You played your music on a low setting, all your focus placed on it.

“Why are you sad, little stargazer?” you whispered to it, placing a small tap on the exposed stem. It perked at your touch, allowing your energy to swirl down to its roots. A soft smile reached your lips at the feeling of it accepting your love. Being able to help it even a little made you feel good.

“Plants can’t talk,” a new voice spoke from behind you. Unphased by the interruption, you merely looked their way without a change in expression.

“I’m fully aware they can’t talk,” you said sarcastically, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, “But I can feel their emotions, in a way I can hear their thoughts.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged, moving over to you and dropping to his knees in front of the stargazer, “But sometimes their emotions aren’t actual thoughts, you know?”

“No,” you said in curiosity, “What do you mean by that?”

He looked over at you with a soft smile, “What I mean is that it may have been sad in the moment, but being sad isn’t the only thought that it has.”

You watched in intrigue as he cradled the stem. A warm light was exposed from his palm, enveloping it entirely. A short yelp escaped your mouth and you reached for the plant, but he merely swatted your hand away with a smile. “Just watch,” he laughed at you, “If I mess it up then you have full right to hit me. Can you trust me?”

You surveyed the man before you and, after a short moment you decided that there was no way he could be in here if he wasn’t trusted by the rest of staff- right?

“Fine,” you huffed, “But I hit really hard… just so you know.”

He chuckled at your stubbornness, “Noted.”

The two of you turned back to the plant and he continued his action. You watched as the plant began to sprout happily. It even wrapped itself around his wrist, soaking up the light he exposed it to. When he was finished he looked to you as you sat there with a wide smile.

“I’m not even touching it,” you whispered in relief, “but I can still feel it’s emotion. It…”

“It’s better?”

“What did you do?” your voice was desperate. You had been worrying over this plant for a while. It wasn’t blooming the same as the rest of it’s friends.

“I gave it a little bit of life force.”

“Your life force?” you asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “My quirk is life force, I can give it… or take it.”

“I’m hoping you don’t do the latter that much, right?”

His expression grew solemn, “Only when asked… I volunteer in hospitals a lot. Some people… some people prefer the easier way out when things get terminal. My quirk makes it as if they’re falling asleep. I like to put their life force into things like plants or sick children.”

“Does that hurt them?”

“The body is sick,” he explains, mirroring your sitting position, “Their life force is the same. Taking it and moving it to another does not hurt them- it simply allows that person to live on in another being.”

“That’s beautiful,” you said sweetly.

“Okay now that we’ve got that out of the way-”

You looked at him with furrowed brows, confused as to where this was going.

“What’s going on with you? You have turmoil- it’s pulling at your energy,” he said with a concerned tone, “I felt it from down the hall.”

“Nothing?”

“You’re full of shit,” he complained, “Come on I know there is something.”

“There is nothing!” you laughed, “I have a good job and a great friend and a really cool boyfriend. My cat seems to really like him. A house I love filled to the brim with things I like.”

“What’s going on with that boyfriend?”

“In what way? Are you concerned with our se-”

“Definitely not,” he pushed before you could finish the sentence, “Emotionally. What’s going on there?”

“We…” you thought really hard for a moment, “We really like each other.”

“I like chocolate cupcakes too,” he prefaced, “But I don’t imagine myself marrying them.”

“Are you comparing my love life to your love of chocolate cupcakes?”

“Does that sound like your love life?”

You stuttered for a moment, “Who are you exactly?”

“Call me Yaku,” he grinned as he put his hand out to you, “And your name?”

“None of your business,” you gave a sarcastic smirk before standing up an brushing yourself off, “Thanks for helping my stargazer and questioning my relationship with my boyfriend, it was nice to meet you. I have other things I have to do.”

He watched you stomp out of the room, a grin on his lips.

“When you’re out of denial I’m in room 212!”

“Won’t need it, but thanks!”

Shinsou met you at the train station once again. You struggled with your bags until you made it to him. He looked up from his phone to see your angry huffing. With a short chuckle he looked down at your small figure.

“Can I help?”

“Please do.”

He wasted no time in pulling the bags from your hands. You gave him a grateful smile, nearly dropping to the ground in relief. Shinsou threw out an arm, catching you by holding the small of your back.

“Hey,” he said in concern, “What happened? Are you okay?”

You forced out a smile, looking up at the beautiful boy, “Yeah. Yeah I’m good. Just a hard day.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really.”

He frowned but didn’t push, simply kissing your forehead before turning the two of you towards your street, “Let’s go then?”

You moved at a slow pace, thinking of everything that strange boy said to you.

Was there conflict in my life force?

You looked up at Shinsou, who was going on about Nakoma trying to steal the food he had cooked.

Is he my conflict?

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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perfectly wrong | thirteen

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2.3k

chapter warnings: cussing, soft tae

notes: down to 2 chapters left! i will most likely do some drabbles every now and then for this, but not right away because i’ll be working on my new fic: acquainted. will let you know when this goes live, but pls check it out. it’s gonna be messy and filthy as hell, im sorry lmao

tags: @soulstaes @apollukee @imluckybitches @btsis7okay @ppangiiroo @gee-nee @enchantaeduniverse @miinoongi @thedarkwinterrose @levrantae @somewhereofftheglobe @jwlmnbt @symmetricaleyeliner @bluesharksandfish (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

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Taehyung slouched on his couch, tv on whatever the hell channel it was on. He scrolled through his phone aimlessly, but it wasn't long before he huffed and threw his phone aside. He wasn't feeling himself, or anything for that matter, and was tired of being in this funk. He felt terrible about how everything went down and he couldn't really forgive himself for the shit he said to you. He didn't mean the things he said, but he was also the one who didn't know how to properly process feelings. He always acted on impulse and how he felt at that moment, rather than thinking about the situation rationally. Plus yeah, he had a temper. Shit didn't mix.

"Ayo." He hears Jimin's voice at the door, followed by three soft knocks.

"It's unlocked." Tae says. Jimin welcomes himself in and kicks his shoes aside. He smiles at him, holding something in his hands as he walks into the kitchen. "What's up?"

"Uh, found these at your door." He holds up the prints Tae bought from you. He sighs and shakes his head, almost dismissing it entirely.

"Keep it."

"Um, no? You bought these for a reason, so you should keep them."

"Not anymore." Taehyung lays his head back against the couch and shuts his eyes.

"You're so dramatic. I'm leaving these here."

"Whatever."

"What's wrong with you now, princess?"

"I'm just not in the mood."

"You haven't been in the mood.." Jimin sits on the other end of the couch. "And quite frankly, it's pretty annoying. You know what you did wrong, so why don't you just fix it?"

"It's not that easy."

"Says who? You?" Jimin scoffs. "Look, I know our track record isn't the best, but I know you genuinely care about Y/N. I know she means more to you than what you put out there, so why can't you just take it for what it is? Why do you have to make it so complicated?"

"Because I'm sure by now she hates me and wants nothing to do with me. It's exactly one of the things I'm afraid about the most. What if she gives up or realizes she doesn't want me the way I want her?"

"Do you think she's worth it?"

"I just-"

"Yes or no?" Taehyung looks at him as he leans over onto his knees.

"Yes, I do."

"Then none of that shit should matter. I'm positive she cares about you just as much as you do for her. If she's worth it, then you'd be willing to go through these ups and downs with her and do this ride with her."

"She's not going to want this after what I did, Jimin."

"You're full of excuses." Jimin shakes his head. "Then you do what you can to fix this and show her how you'll change, rather than just saying you'll do this and that."

"I don't know." Is all Taehyung can say. "I was pretty hurtful."

"You're also human. It's okay to make mistakes, but you should really work on processing your feelings better and communicating. Plus, your temper, dude. Tone that shit down."

"It's been so long since I've done this." Believe it or not, Taehyung was the complete opposite before. His last, serious relationship a couple of years ago made him flip the switch. He gave his ex everything, and was always willing to put his life down for her. He gave and gave, even if he felt like he couldn't anymore. He did all this just to get fucked over in the end, which is why he ultimately didn't believe relationships were worth the energy anymore.

"Y/N is not your ex. Stop comparing it to that. No experience will be the exact same."

"Ughhhh, I fucked this all up." Tae groaned, tilting his head back and covering it with his hat.

"I'm just saying, you could still try and fix this. Even in the end you two don't get together or whatever, you can at least say you tried. I'm tired of you moping around like you can't do shit to make it better. You know what she means to you."

"I'm not moping."

"Yes, you are! Look at you, looking like a sorry ass." Jimin threw his crumpled napkin at him. "Don't pass up on a good girl like that."

"Okay, I get it."

"No, I don't think you do." Tae looked at him. "Look, if this was any other girl, I probably wouldn't care much. But Y/N is genuinely different and I see how you both look at each other. It's really obvious how much you two ended up caring for each other."

"She is different. God, she's.." Tae sighs as he runs his hand through his hair. "She's beautiful and sweet, with just the right amount of mean. She's creative and her voice has always been so soothing. I want her around me all the time, even when she gets frustrating as hell." Jimin smiles.

"If you pass on her, she's mine." Jimin teased, knowing it would rub Taehyung the wrong way.

"Fuck you." Taehyung spat. "I should still beat your ass for the shit you pulled at the club."

"It was harmless." Jimin laughed. "So are you fixing this or what?"

"If I fix this, you need to stay 10 ft away from her." Jimin laughed out loud and held his stomach.

"Cry baby. I'm not gonna do anything." Jimin came and patted him on the back. "I'm sure everything will be just fine." And so, Taehyung gets himself up to go and fix this. He knew it wasn't going to be easy but he needed to right his wrongs.

Taehyung sat in his car and gathered himself together before he made his way up to the apartment. He gave off three knocks before he waited patiently for the door to swing open.

"I have to be honest, it's taking everything in me to stop myself from fucking you up right now." Jungkook sighed and stepped aside to let him in.

"That's fair."

"So, what's up? Why did you need to come here to talk to me?"

"I just wanted to apologize for how things went down at Jin's party."

"I appreciate it, but it still doesn't change the fact that you disrespected Y/N and talked down on her the way you did."

"I know, and I didn't mean any of it. I just wasn't thinking. If I'm being completely honest, I was pretty jealous of your relationship with her."

"What is this, high school?" Jungkook stopped himself from taking it any further because he could say a lot more to his face, but he wasn't going to since Taehyung made the effort to come here and apologize in person.

"Okay, I get it, it's childish."

"At least you're aware." Jungkook paused before shaking his head. "Look, not that it should even matter or anything, but all I knew growing up was Y/N and Jin hyung and vice versa. I didn't have any siblings or any cousins that could relate to me. I moved a lot before I finally settled with my family. I didn't get along with people easily, which is why when I met Y/N, we got really close and I stuck by her. We were similar, but different. It's always been that way, and quite frankly, it's not going to change." Taehyung nodded. "She doesn't have her family by her side, so me, hyung, Yoongi and Hoseok became that for her."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just kept thinking you two had it for each other like that and I couldn't understand why it was making me so upset."

"I love Y/N, I really do. But at the end of the day, she's her own person and she decides how to live her life. It's her life and I'm only in it." Jungkook shrugs. "I want nothing more than for Y/N to be happy with someone who can give her the world and cherish her for who she is. She has so much to offer and she brings life to everything around her."

"I-" Taehyung paused. "I really care about her. And I know this probably sounds stupid coming from me, but I want to do things differently with her."

"I just have to ask - are you even sure of your own feelings? You're not doing all of this cause you're lonely and have no one else to go to?"

"No, of course I'm sure of my feelings." Jungkook shrugged.

"You've been messing around with so many girls for some time now, though."

"Yeah and I also stopped doing that for awhile now."

"It's just hard to believe because I'd hate for her to have to go through it if you go back to your old ways."

"I won't."

"But that's easy for you to say, isn't it?" Kook shot him a look. All of a sudden, this conversation felt more like an interview but Jungkook had to do what he had to do. He knew what Taehyung was capable of, and he would hate for you to go through it again.

"Yeah it is, but she makes me want to be a better man." Jungkook sighed. He saw the look in Taehyung's face and he couldn't completely say it was all bullshit. He had never seen this kind of soft expression come from someone like Taehyung. "I haven't felt this way in a really long time, and it's scary for me. But she's worth it."

"I get that." Jungkook nods. "She cares about you a lot, you know? She may not say it but I saw how beat up she was over this entire thing."

"I want to fix this."

"I have to be honest, I'm a little wary. You really have to keep your word about doing better and not slipping up. She doesn't deserve it." Taehyung nods.

"I hear you." Taehyung pauses. "How is she?" Jungkook shrugs.

"Fine, except for the fact that she's sick right now." Taehyung's eyes widen.

"Is she alright?"

"Yeah. If you haven't figured it out already, Y/N isn't the type to back down." Taehyung chuckled.

"Yeah, I got that much."

"Hey," Jungkook tilted his head to look at him once more. "I really do respect the fact that you came here to talk to me in person. I know we don't know much about each other, but I know Y/N can see good in you." Taehyung nodded silently.

"Only trying to right my wrongs here. I don't want to slip up and lose her already."

"So, have you talked to hyung yet?" Taehyung looked at him and shook his head.

"No, but that's where I was headed after this." Kook nods silently. The two talk for a bit more, making sure they were on the right page, enough to put the past behind them and move on from the petty, unnecessary drama that had went down. When Taehyung had felt satisfied tackling one of the biggest hurdles, he made his way over to the cafe to tackle the last one. Not gonna lie, Taehyung was scared for this encounter because he knew Jin would lay his life down for you. Luckily for him, Jin was a wise man and never held grudges. Of course he didn't appreciate how Taehyung handled himself and this whole thing, but it wasn't entirely his fault and Jin always thought holding onto negativity was a waste of energy.

Jin happily greeted him, like his usual self, and brought him to the back so they could talk. Taehyung was sweating bullets, but he knew if he wanted to be in your life, he'd have to make it right with Jin. For Aiko, for the things he said and the things he's done to hurt you, everything. And so he sympathetically apologizes as he sits in front of Jin. Apologizes for the way things went down at the party, for Aiko, for having hurt anyone in this situation. Jin gave off a small, toothless smile and told Taehyung how he appreciated him for coming by. Quite frankly, he wanted to kill him as soon as you had told him about everything that had gone done between the both of you, including finding out about Aiko. Although the whole thing with Aiko was unfortunate, he couldn't really be mad because she was never his to begin with. The only thing he was really worried about was you, his baby cousin. Baby sister. Taehyung confessed that he had been feeling pretty lost because he believed you wouldn't want anything to do with him after that night. Jin reassures him and does a damn good job of it, telling him that you would never completely shut someone out, especially if you cared about them. Jin could tell how much you ended up caring for the guy and he wasn't going to make you change your mind about it because you were grown, and you could make your own decisions. He would only be there to support you and reassure you if times got tough. He didn't know Taehyung enough to immediately label him as a bad guy and right now, he was only showing he had some good in him.

They continued to talk for a bit [while Jin still had the time, at least], with Jin trying his best to coach him about how to best proceed with this situation. Of course, it was entirely up to Taehyung how he wanted to do this, but Jin could afford to sprinkle in a little bit of help.

"You're really sure about this, right? I don't want her to get hurt again. Y/N deserves all the best, and if a man were to ever come into her life, I'd want him to take good care of her and spoil her without her having to ask for it. I'd want him to be sure of her and to never make her question her worth." Taehyung nodded.

"I hear you, and I'm sure. It's scary, but I want to do this with her."

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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Can we get the next part to clingy please? I’m obsessed with that fic :)

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“YOU KISSED MY GIRLFRIEND!”

“ex girlfriend grayson, im your ex girlfriend!”

grayon’s deadly grip on his brothers body was instantly released. ethans feet touching the ground with a sigh of relief as he rubs at the now tender skin of his neck, where an imprint of his brothers hand now sat. ethan swallowed the lump in his throat as he flashed you a small smile in gratitude, coming in at the right time and saving him from a bad temper ready to burst and could potentially do real damage. like you normally did, you were the calm grayson needed whenever he felt a storm brewing, yet as of right now, you are the storm.

grayson was in disbelief, pressing the palms of his hands roughly into his eyes and rubbing servel times to try and abrub the sight in front of him. he was frozen in place when he reopened his eyes, blinking a few times to get rid of the little white dots in his vision and make sure you were still there, not a figment of his imagination. you came back for him.

“y/n, baby i-” grayon reached out to try and grab you. his hands fighting a gravitational force to the one thing he needed more than anything in his life. he needed to hold you and feel your warm delicate skin agasint his fingers after so many horrible and earth shattering weeks apart. he longed for the moment you would run back into his arms, shower him with kisses and forget the drama in your relationship ever existed.

however, when you retracted your steps, distancing yourself further from him as you shield your body from his ever so inviting hands, avoiding his gaze when you turned to look at ethan instead- something inside grayson switched for the second time that night. his head bouncing between you and his brother, who appeared to be making silent communication, he was not apart of, with your eyes. grayson’s fists clenching at his sides, vein protruding from his forehead as he let out an almost evil, vemuous laugh.

“oh i see what's going on here-” grayons gestures towards the pair of you, chest puffing out as he tried to make himself look as intimidating as possible. needing to feel like he has all the control and power over the room even though he was by far the strongest.

“you’re not here for me,” grayson sends draggers in your direction, running his hands through his already matted hair as he chuckles in realisation. his heart dropping as he tried to convince himself what he thought was true- his mind playing cruel malicious tricks on him.

“what are you talking about? i came back for you, grayson! to hopefully sort it and get back to the place we were before all this shit happened. when we were happy-“

“YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH MY OWN BROTHER!” in the months you had been dating, grayson had never once raised his voice at you, never once lost his temper or directed his anger towards you. but at the way his eyes pierced dangerously into yours, his red and angry face meters from your own as his body trapped you between his intimidating build and the wall of the place you once called home.

it was the first time you were scared of grayson, terrified even. this wasn’t your grayson, the man you feel in love with, who stole your heart and made you whole. this was a monster of a man, a villain you didn't recognise and one you wished to never encounter again.

normally you would fight your corner, like you had done the entire time you were seemly at war with the dolan brothers, but right now grayson made you feel weak. he left you speechless and unable to defend yourself at the wild accusations he had created for himself. the way his body pushed agasint your own, send shivers down your spine- and certainly not in a good way.

when he lifted his hand up to run this fingers through his disentangled hair, you flinched and curled yourself deeper into your body for protection. a reaction you instantly regretted when you saw grayson’s face drop, a deep set frown appear on his features as his eyes soften briefly. for a minute you through he was going to breakdown and cry, or even apologise for his outburst, comfort you and wash away your insecurities, but all he did was push himself off you and walk away. shoulder bumping agasin ethan in aggression as within seconds you hear the heavy slam on his bedroom door.

you felt paralysed, tears welling in your eyes, fingers shaking as you certainly didn’t expect your return to cause this much of a uproar. this much fear and sheer panic.

“i’ll talk to him,” you feel ethan’s somewhat calming presence on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance before sending you a warm smile he knew wouldn’t be enough to redo all the hurt and pain he caused. you nod your head, wrapping your arms around yourself as all you could do was stand there, staring down at your feet to prevent yourself from breaking down. no words could escape your lips, you were stunned into slience for the first time in forever. broken.

“bro,” ethan takes a steady, clausius approach when entering grayson’s room. making sure to knock first before bursting in like he normally would. in any normal circumstances he would slap him brother upside the head for treating you with such disrespect - but this was far from normal and he knew he was to blame for all of it.

“fuck off, e.” grayson growled. not even acknowledging ethan when he doesn’t look up from the floor, images of the fear in your eyes haunting him. he was sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as his knees shook with anger. he saw red, letting his anger out on you, scaring you, making you believe he would ever harm you. grayson would never forgive him.

“bro listen to me, please,” ethan pleads with his younger brother, not moving a muscle from his position by the foot of his bed, besides to close the door and give the bothers some privacy. you had gone through enough and ethan wasn’t sure how this conversation was going to go. this was to save you another heartbreak incase grayson wiped his hands with not only him, but you.

ethan watched as grayson slowly met his gaze with a hard darkened one, cracking his knuckles as he took a deep breath and gave his older brother the attention he wanted. if you couldn’t get through to grayson, ethan was the next best person, but when grayson opened his mouth, he should have senesed his outburst approaching and backed down immediately.

“no, you listen to me ethan, this is all your fault! if you never would have opened your big mouth- fuck i might have just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me. you- you did this!” grayson pointed his finger aggressively at ethan, watching him shutter and gulp as he was overcome with guilt.

all ethan could do was look down in shame. everything grayson was saying was true. he caused your heartbreak, he caused his brother’s world to collapse around him, he caused the broken relationship he now shared with his twin- his once bestfriend and soulmate. he took hit after hit as grayson finally spilled every last ounce of emotion he has been bottling up.

“why bro, why? could you not stand to see me happy just this once! finally something good, something of my own and you go and fuck it up for me! why-“

“it should have been me! i thought i loved h-her,” ethan breaks down at the truth, stalling grayson from his rage as he was frozen in his position meters away, eyes glancing to the door in hopes you weren’t able to hear the words they were exchanging. the words out loud made him feel sick to his stomach. his brother ‘loved’ his girlfriend and wished you were his happily ever after- how did it all end up going so wrong.

grayson wanted to scream at ethan, punch him, even though him out the house and his life, but when he witnessed the sobs, the vicious shaking and breakdown from his bestfriend, he broke too. call it twin telepathy, but he felt his pain.

grayson had to be the bigger man if he ever wanted a normal relationship with his brother, or if he even had the chance to rekindle your relationship- one that without, life simply wasn’t worth living.

“do you still love her?” grayson’s voice broke. not wanting to know the answer to the question, yet needing to in order to push past this. ethan’s answer was make or break for the three of you.

“i did, no- i, i thought i did, grayson, but bro, believe me i don’t anymore. i watched how happy you are with her bro, i watch how she makes you laugh, makes you smile, makes you the best version of you and i was jealous-“

ethan gradually moved closer to the bed, hesitant to sit down next to grayson and continue what had been bubbling up since the day you walked out all those weeks ago. grayson didn’t budge, giving ethan the green light to make himself more comfortable in the bed and beg for his brother’s forgiveness.

“i was in love with the thought of being loved. all my past relationships never worked out, i always got used and walked all over, but with y/n, she felt different. she isn’t with you for the money, the fame, or your name. she’s with you because she loves you bro, more than ive ever seen a person love anybody.”

ethan is cut off by grayson cries, his head hitting ethans chest as he clutches onto his shirt and simply just shakes. the fact he brother had admitted to witnessing the love you and grayson shared, it made him hate himself even more for everything you had been through. all your fights, arguments and breakdowns weren’t worth it. you needed each other, more than you needed air to survive.

“she loves you bro, fight for her.” ethan hugs his brother close. a sense of relief watching over him at the somewhat feeling of normality coming back. it felt good to be this close to him, to hold him and be the big brother he always promised to be.

he lefts grayson cry into his body for what felt like hours, shushing him and reassuring him that you- the person losing her mind in the living room listening to grayson’s cries, wanting nothing more to run in there and kiss all his worries away- was his endgame.

“ethan, thank you.” grayson wipes his eyes, composing himself to face you and put right everything that went horribly wrong. ethan was right, he needed to fight for you, not with you.

ethan padded grayson’s back, sending him a real genuine smile and bringing him in for one last bone crushing hug he missed and would never take for granted again. happy to have his partner in crime back.

“go get your girl back, bro.”

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xsarcasticwriterx · 3 years

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Wonderwall-part 2

Summary: Y/n find out something that changes the course of her relationship and life forever.

Pairing: tony stark x reader x bucky barnes

Warnings: angst and angst and angst, panic attack, swearing, some bitter sweet fluff,

note: I know its a weird change cause i went from she/her to you and stuff but i like writing you more than her so here we are pfft also i mention civil war but this story doesn't fit in the timeline it just fit for the scenario.

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You and tony sat on the ship with IVs being stuck into you. bucky sat next to you “hey... wanna talk about it? he ask softly. you shake your head. “not now not yet” you say with tears falling down your face. you had cheated on him. you cheated on the love of your life the person you'd been with for 3 years. Not only that but with someone who has tried to kill bucky on multiple occasions. Tony moved next to you. “Hey...” he said with a sigh. “Promise me we will never ever tell them about this” you say with a panic. he nods frantically. “that's exactly what i was going to say.” and with that you two spent the rest of the time in silence.

You sat in your room. It was 4 days after you got back. you felt weird and had been getting sick for the past few days. The others assumed it was due to your body still adjusting to being on land with consistent water and food. but you had other ideas as to why this could be happening.

Your hands shook as you paced the room. “fuck fuck fuck ok it'll be ok” you said to yourself. you walked into the bathroom and opened the pregnancy test box. panic was all you felt as you took it. you set a timer and walked back to your room. you continued to pace. what would you do if you were pregnant. what would you tell buck? what would you tell tony?! you two promised not to tell anyone. the timer went off. you put your head into your hands. “ok its probably negative i mean what are the chances” you say walking back to the bathroom. you heart was going at a pace that was scary. your whole body was shaking. you grab the test and flip it over.

positive.

you stared at the 2 lines. you felt tears fall down your face and your breathing become rapid. a panic attack that's what this was. you fell to the ground as your breathing became uneven. “no no no no no” you say getting louder. you curl up and feel your whole body shake. you try desperately to grab for every breath but its like inhaling nothing. you start to cough from lack of oxygen and tears. snot ran down your face. you grab onto your hair and scream into your legs. the door immediately opens and bucky rushes to your side.

“hey its ok im here” he says putting his hand on your shoulder. “count with me ok” he says. you barely hear him it's like being underwater but you nod with what strength you have. “ now 1″ he says. “1″ you reply dryly your throat is dry and your lungs feel empty.

you two count to 10 slowly. you gradually catch your breath. the shaking stops and you feel more exhausted than ever. he pulls you close. “wanna talk about it?” he ask kindly. you look down seeing the pregnancy test and bucky sees it too. he grabs it and turns it over. his breathing gets deeper and he stands up. he walks back and forth and nods. “tony?” he ask with an angered tone. you nod. his nodding and pacing gets faster.

he walks out the room. you stand up quickly and chase after him. “buck bucky don't” you say quickly seeing him walk towards the one door that would fuck up everything. he nods hard and fast. You feel the tears fall faster and faster. “bucky stop it!” you yell at him. Tony opens the door and immediately is met with a metal fist. “fuck!” tony says holding his nose. Bucky pushes him again which shoves tony down. bucky get on top and keeps hitting him. “bucky! stop!” you say going towards him you try to just pull him but that does nothing.ok next plan. you grab his shoulders “Stop!” you say using your powers.

you keep pulling him and he does stop. he falls back into your lap. “you promised me you'd never use your powers on me” he says looking up at you. “i'm sorry buck” you say tears falling still. his head falls back onto your stomach. tony looks up at you his face bloody and beat. the metal fist definitely did not help. he looks at you confused. “im pregnant” you say to him. you see his eyes widen. “wha-what” he says shaking his head.

“shes fucking pregnant with your damn child” bucky says trying to pull out of your arms. you panic and hold him with all your strength. “sleep” you say feeling him go limp in your arms. tony just blinks looking down at the floor. “your....” he says trailing off. his breathing gets deeper.

Doors open in the hall. natasha is the first to come out then steve. Bruce slowly emerges. Wanda and vision come out in a worry. Clint is the last to come out hes geared up ready for a fight. “what's going on?” nat asks. they see tony and bucky's bloody fist. “I thought we were past this?” steve ask in a panic. you look up at wanda and natasha.

Steve takes bucky away from your lap and takes him to the main room and lays him on the couch. You stand up with natasha and wanda's help. vision,clint, and bruce still look concerned but less worried. “anyone gonna tell us what happened?” clint ask.

Bruce hands tony a rag to put on his possibly broken nose. “uh let's go sit on the couch.” wanda says leading you to the main room. bruce helps tony to the couch. “I should...” you say nodding to bucky. They nod as you slowly go to him. you put your hands softly on his head. “wake” you say and immediately bucky shoots up angry and tears edging his eyes.

“buck buck hey calm” steve says grabbing bucky's shoulders. Buck stares at steve angrily. “sooo?” clint ask sitting on the couch. nat and wanda sat down too. you were in front of all of them. “tony and I spent a month and a half up there.” you start off. everyone sits up more. neither you or tony had spoken of your time up there sense yalls return.

“We saw no end and I was about to have a meet and greet with death himself. Tony was giving up his food and water to keep me going” you say looking down messing with your hands. “I don't understand why this led to bucky beating she shit out of tony.” Clint ask. “let her finish” steve said. “We got closer than ever and had agreed that there was no chance at us returning. We were desperate to stop the pain to just be with someone be cared for before the end. We slept together.” you state. bucky's breathing gets more rapid and his hands form fist. everyone starts to yell at tony natasha tried to silence it which only made her a target.

“Shut up!” you say yelling at them. They look at you surprised. “shut up before we end up with another battle and let me fucking finish what the hell i'm saying before attacking tony which by the way it takes two to tango so shut up please.” you say looking at the floor hands making fist. everyone turns to you and shuts up even bucky and tony.

“Now I am pregnant with tony child. Now before you all start yelling and attacking tony just try to understand the situation.” you say. “Understand the situation?!” bucky yells. steve tries to calm him. “no no just no ok. He mmm he saw her vulnerability and used it!” bucky says standing up and pointing at tony.

“Buck no that's not it he didn't do that. I saw a world without you with no one except me and tony on that stupid ship dying slowly and mercilessly.” you say feeling tears falling again. natasha stood up and walked to you. “I know your pissed as hell at tony and at y/n but right now” she points at tony “you are going to be a father” and she points at bucky “and if you stay, which i think you should, are going to be a step father so let's just try to deal with that right now.”

Natasha held you by her side. Bruce stood up “I’ll help it whatever way I can.” he said. “me too” clint said standing. “I will too” vision said standing. Wanda stood “You always got me.” she said with a small smile. steve looked at bucky then tony and then you. He sighed and stood up “you got me too” he said with a nod.

you swallow “thank you all of you” you say softly then look to tony and bucky. “You definitely have me i'm not going to bail on my child just because its a complicated situation.” tony said standing up. bucky let a soft growl out. “buck?” you ask hesitantly. He looks up at you and shakes his head. He walks off and soon yall hear a door slam.

You dropped your head. “Give him time” nat whispered to you. you nod. she nods to steve and steve nods and walks after bucky. natasha takes you to your room nodding to tony who nods back and walks to the kitchen. sittin on your bed you look down at your stomach. there's a person in there well soon they'll be. nat sat next to you “how're you feeling?” she ask. “I don't know...Im going to have a child and it's not the child of who i always pictured it as. I broke the love of my life's heart and broke tony and I’s promise.”

“bucky just needs time is all steve is talking to him and i'm sure tony understands that you couldn't keep it a secret you two made that promise when you didn't know you were pregnant and don't worry you have all of us here to help and protect you.” nat said. “I’m an avenger...I had a father who used me as a testing subject and gave me powers i couldn't control till i was 17 how am i supposed to be a parent? Their father is a billionaire who is ready to die at any shot and their possible step father was born in 1917 and was brainwashed to be a murderer.” you spew out.

“you'll be ok we are all broken and a mess but together we can raise this child. I promise. We will figure it out” she says rubbing your arm. The door opens and in comes tony with a glass of water. “figured you could use this” he says walking towards you. nat looks at you and you nod. she stands up and walks out.

Tony sits next to you. “i'm sorry” you say immediately scared of tony being angry. “no no don't apologize you had to say something its not like you could just avoid questions when your stomach grows.” he says with a chuckle. “y/n i want you to know i am going to be the best damn father i can be and if you and bucky stay together...because you and bucky will stay together i know he will have a huge role in that child's life and i'm so glad they get 3 parents who love them more than anything in this world. I will protect the with my life I will not die for them. I will live for them.”

“Tony...” is all you can get out through choked sobs. you hug him holding him close. “thank you” you say pulling away “what about pepper?” you ask concerned. “I’ll tell her just need to let this” he moves his hand to the room “settle before any more people get mad” he says. the door slowly opens and an exhausted, messy haired, red eyed, wrapped hand, bucky opens the door. upon seeing tony he sighs.

“can I speak to her alone?” he says with no emotion. tony nods and walks past bucky out of the room. tony closes the door behind him and walks towards the bed.

he sits next to you and sighs. “buck-” you starts but he cuts you off “don't....let me speak” he says. “I am pissed as hell at you dont get me wrong...but i understand...you didn't see a possibility as being back here all you saw was death. I will be the best step father i can and the best boyfriend i can be. I am far from forgiving you but I still love you and I don't want us to end and this child is amazing news even if they aren't mine. I will be as much of a father to this kid as I can be and I will raise them as my own. I'm here for the long run.” he says looking at you. you smile and hug him. “I love you too bucky...thank you” you say.

This journey was far from over but for now the world felt damn good. This kid would have 3 parents who love them more than anything or anyone in this world.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel #marvel cinematic universe

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ohmygillygoshoppler · 3 years

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What are some of your brotherhood headcannons?

Ooooooo, I think I'm going to have fun with this one- im gonna throw callie in there roo, just for funsies!

Dominik- huge classic rock buff, him and Pietro share a lot of the same taste in bands; happens to be a very talented landscaper and gardener; early riser; has known how to drive a car since he was like, 10; "Watch the hair, man-"; looks like a bad boy but is actually a softie (i will never not love this trope, fight me) ; hates computers but loves video games; has never made an honest dollar once in his life.

Fred- bit of an anger problem, but willing to work at it; has a weird philosophical side to him (its kinda cool) ; not very bright, but not stupid; likes to stand and look at scenic places and ponder the state of things; wants to be friendly but is scared of rejection; he's a pretty skilled carpenter when he knows what to do.

Todd- the artsy fartsy one; good with acrylics and charcoal; likes to sit in the rain; always tired and prolly hungry; kinda slimy, but not to the point where it's intolerable; regular soaps burn his skin, but when he's been all cleaned and freshened up, he smells like pond water; prefers to read in the dark; touch starved; a bit of a coward, but otherwise a good friend.

Wanda- offputting is just her idle aura; wildly sarcastic and suspiciously funny about it; resting "I'm plotting an evil scheme" face; only watches any anime because her brother started watching it first and now shes invested; of course she would constantly rock the red gettup; talented sorceress; sick of Pietro's shit; likes hot bubble baths and charcoal face masks; somehow she always smells like apples and cinnamon.

Pietro- anxious as all hells, but he'll never give anyone the satisfaction of knowing that; almost always snacking; sodasodasodasoda; "If I don't look good, then what's the point of going outside? "; this man will shotgun 4 redbulls and act as if nothings wrong; likes anime but also, fuck weebs; lots of hair gel; scares easily; why is everyone so hot, like wtf, I'm literally just sitting here-

Tabitha- daddy issues 101; impulse control??? Sorry, we don't know her; somehow she's always making money; big, strong, buff gf material; 1993 called, they want their jeans back, you whore; scream laughs; very passionate about good food (especially when it's free);

John- lighters everywhere but also where's my lighter???; trying to quit smoking; every finger has at least one heat blister still healing; can't be bothered to take care of his hair; woke up and chose to be chaotic; tall; totally goofy at any given point in time; serious about his favorite books and movies; "Am I the only one smart enough to understand this ambitious cinematic masterpiece???"; falls in love easy.

Callista- brotherhood's baby sister; a literal tiny dancer (shes 149 cm tall and does ballet) loves fashion and style and beauty and gosh, I wish I could be a princess and not some gross mutant freak-; looks like a cinnamon roll but will not hesitate to make your death look like an accident; positive affirmations and kind words for her friends; vulgarity and cursed comments for her enemies; wants to be pretty; really wish people would stop infantilizing her over her height and the fact that she's small and weak.

#Dominik Petros #Avalanche #Fred Dukes #Blob #todd tolansky #toad #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #tabitha smith #boom-boom #john allerdyce #pyro #Callista Villanueva #Teeth #x-men #anon #ask

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warmau · 4 years

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ateez x coworker!au | sf9 ver *this post was commissioned (someone asked for some cute ateez) <3

hongjoong

diligent and always on time, he puts way too much effort into any project on his plate

if there’s any word to describe him its workaholic, but hongjoong insists that he’s just being a good employee - nothing more

but it’s like,,,,,,,,,,,you’re doing the regional managers job and you are literally not,,,,,,,the regional manager

he’s some how the assistant to the regional manager and like. no one understands how because like hongjoong most definitely does the brunt of the work

but during annual reviews he’s always downplaying it and that evil good for nothing regional manager takes the credit

wooyoung and san on a regular basis: what if the regional managers tires get slashed accidentally or what if we hide all of those ugly ties he wears or what if we hack into the company's assets and make it look like hes laundering money-

hongjoong: dont do that

wooyoung and san winking: yeah, sure, “don’t do that”

hongjoong: no like seriously dont do that

his little office space is really cutely decorated though and hes the best gift giver at office parties because he always gives something handmade and unique

you have a bracelet that you got last christmas from him when you guys got paired for the exchange, and it’s really so cute and colorful you always wear it

and the office guys tease hongjoong about it like, “hey - are you guys a couple? c’mon tell us the truth - you have a matching bracelet for yourself!” (hongjoong feverishly refuses this but the tips of his ears always get red)

one time mingi, with all the good naturedness of his heart commented that you must find the deep, dark exhaustion eyebags under hongjoong eyes cute - you know, like a racoons!

and you were like o-oh well- y-y-es?!?!?! and hongjoong had proceeded to drag the poor intern out of the break room by his ear

it’s like the shy office romance that everyone is cheering for that doesnt really happen

until one evening as hongjoong is getting ready to finally leave for the day he’s astonished to see you

frantically searching on your hands and knees for something in the dim office lights

“did you lose your keys?”

he asks and you’re so startled you hit your head on the desk you’re under as you come up - you put your hands up embarrassingly and mumble that no,,,,,you lost that bracelet he gave you,,,,

he lets out a little “oh!” and waves his hand in the air as if its nothing, he tells you not to worry - it was just a little gift-

“no, it’s important to me,,,,,,,”

your voice is a slight whisper and hongjoong barely catches

“w-why is it so important to you?”

“because you made it.”

you turn back to start looking again, when you hear hongjoong put his things down on the floor and join you

his hand is warm when it brushes over yours a little

he’s never had someone cherish something he’s made like this before and so even if you two have to spend the whole night searching - he’s down for that

and when you do find it,,,,and there’s still time to take you to dinner,,,,he thinks he’s very much down for that too

seonghwa

spends half his day running away from potential suitors who come down from all the different departments just to ask him out for lunch or after work drinks

he’s just a low ranking officer, he doesn’t get what the craze is about?!?!

hongjoong, taking one hard look at seonghwa: i know what its about

seonghwa: plEAse tell me so i can live a peaceful life

hongjoong, sighing: dude. its your face

and even on the days when he comes in with glasses perched on the end of his nose and a slightly crumpled shirt from having to rush to iron in the morning

like it does not matter - he looks like and literally is - an angel

has a weird irritation about little spots on documents, like if dirt gets in the printer and its on the page hes like,,,,,eye twitching,,,,,,,,,no

three bottles, at least, of hand sanitizer on his desk

his headphones match his laptop, which match his wireless keyboard, which match his mouse - the color scheme we are going for is a calming ivory

once got called in for causing a disturbance, but it was literally not his fault, he went to ask the billing department if they had any extra ink and came downstairs with like five people all chattering at max volume about if he had plans next saturday

wooyung: damn man being beautiful must suck

seonghwa: oh thank you for understanding, it really is-

wooyoung: SIKE it rocks how do i know? look at me!

yeosang to seonghwa: just ignore him, he does this at least twice a day

you know seonghwa, how could you not, and you agree with the majority opinion: he is insanely handsome

but you have your own problems to worry about, that being a very nasty manager who seems to have it out for you

so like seonghwa, you spend half your day hiding from someone, which means

solace in the supplies closet

one day, as you’re sitting inside there, trying to work on a memo draft on your phone

the door swings open - and you jump to pretend like you’re looking for staples

but instead, it closes with a harsh noise and the person slides down against the door - heaving and fanning themselves

“a-are you ok?”

you ask, worried that the shortness of breath is from them feeling sick - when in reality its just seonghwa, on the run from lovestruck coworkers

again

he shakes his head and mumbles that he’s sorry for barging in

but you shake your head, tell him its fine

you’re both under this impression that one of you is going to bounce soon - like this is a supply closet, not the break room - but after about five minutes of utter silence

seonghwa goes, “are you also running away from work people who are in love with you?”

you giggle, but shake your head “actually running away from a work person who hates me.”

he gives you an apologetic look, but you just wave it off - not like there’s much either of you can do about it anyway

its silent for a while, and you keep trying to do as much editing as you can on your phone, not really paying attention to the way seonghwa’s eyes flick toward you in the dark

not until he clears his throat and is like, “well i think the coast is clear so ill be going back out there-”

you nod, thinking you should probably return too before your manager goes bonkers and says you’ve abandoned your position or something

as you near the door though - suddenly seonghwa shyly extends his arm

you blink in confusion and he just goes, “maybe if we go out together itll be less scary?”

the sentiment is adorable and you take his palm in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze

though the moment you two step out - there are at least ten pairs of eyes on you and suddenly seonghwa makes sure to swing your hands behind your backs

he leans down, “dont want anyone to get the wrong idea and then you end up getting hurt too.”

but you think about it for a moment before tugging your hands out into the open - a wave of gasps passes through the people around you like a wave through the sea

you tiptoe up and explain, “maybe if they think you’re taken they’ll back off?”

the sentence shouldnt make seonghwa’s heart jump in his chest like it does - but hey, maybe your plan will work

(or maybe your manager will hate you even more because what - you bagged SEONGHWA? OF ALL PEOPLE?)

yeosang

really really REALLY good at bullshitting stellar work

and not in a last minute oh shit kind of wooyoung way, but in a i dont actually know anything about the material but damn am i going to make it sound like i do kind of way

and to be fair, if yeosang stared you down in a board room meeting for fifteen to twenty minutes selling you a pitch and blinking like a cat on the hunt then like

im pretty sure you’re just going to buy into the pitch

interns are scared of him because they think hes like the no nonsense, dont bother me type

which he plays into sometimes because its fun and the interns will do what he says without bothering him about it

but the reality is he can be quite silly,,,,,,,,,jongho has on occasion caught yeosang getting giddy over like kitten youtube videos on break and everytime yeosang is like you didnt see anything

and jongho is like sure, not until it becomes beneficial to me and i use it against you

yeosang: wh

jongho: so the weather, huh?

knows everyone’s business somehow, but only gets invested if its like super super super juicy - i.e. someone in corporate is stealing money or there’s a secret poker game on the weekend for promotions

like no, san, yeosang doesnt care that you lied on your taxes

you are one of the newer hires, not an intern, just new to the job

and although everyones been pretty inviting - you kind of maybe really think that yeosang,,,,,,,,hates you

he has this routine, an hour before everyone leaves on friday he goes around the department to see if anyone wants to go downstairs and across the street to get some coffee with him

you asume its a kind of “yay the weekends here” thing - which you are very down for, but its been like a month since youve been here

and yeosang has never asked you

hell, he even asks intern mingi - who half the time is doing these starbucks runs so he doesnt have the pleasure of ever really saying no

you had chalked it up to - oh im new, and hes maybe shy? but that makes no sense because this is kang yeosang

shyness isnt an adjective you’d use for him - so the only other logical explanation is,,,,,,,you must have had a really horrible first impression

you decide to ask san about it - he seems pretty close to yeosang and hes also been super open with you - but when you go, “did i do something to make yeosang angry?”

san nearly spits out the rice he’s chewing on - he gets fidgety in his seat, something you arent used to seeing, and says he has to go

curious, you decide to ask wooyoung the same question - but get the same panicked response

so you as yunho, who gives you a sad puppy kind of look and then jongho, who just???????? chuckles

it makes no sense and you’re even more confused than before - when suddenly its friday and yeosang - yesong is approchaing your desk

“do you want to go to starbucks with me?”

the way you jump up and beam must seem like a schoolkid getting their first a+ on a project, but you don’t care - and as you follow yeosang out the whole office gives a big sigh of relief

in the elevator down, yeosang keeps himself tucked in the corner and the bliss you had felt starts to wear down

wait,,,,maybe he invited me because hes sick of me asking other people if he hates me? is he about to tell me he hates me over some iced coffee?!?!

but as you step out and make your way toward the cafe, yeosang stops - putting a light hand on your elbow

immediately you start apologizing, you dont know where it comes from - but like an open faucet you just start saying sorry for the most random things and yeosang just gives you a confused look that shuts you up

“wait - why are you apologizing to me?”

he inquires and your shoulders shake a little, “well,,,,,i mean - didnt i piss you off?”

he looks to the side and sighs, “far from it - actually i pissed myself off more than anything else.”

“huh?”

he crosses his hands before returning his gaze to yours, a fine pink dust settles over his skin

“its just, i was avoiding you because im not, im not like - you know im not like good at like asking - asking peopl- people i like -”

he starts to stutter, or better yet almost malfunction, as he tries to explain

you almost feel like apologizing again for making this so hard on him, when he just throws his hands up

“i like you - and not in the we’re just co-workers kind of way - and yes, i find it hard to approach people i find cute. there. im not mad at you and yes im aware i look like a fool, so lets just go get our coffee-”

your smile almost stretches off your face as you hear his words, instead of knowing what else to say you step forward and takes his hands into yours

“you dont look like a fool, and yes we should get coffee but only if you admit that this is kind of our first date-”

he holds back the urge to laugh but stares down into the sparkles of your eyes

“are you sure? starbucks on a first date is kind of,,,,,,,”

“im sure, ive been waiting for you to ask me to come to starbucks with you for a whole month so its very fitting”

you and yeosang have a good giggle about that - when you come back to the office, san asks where his hot chocolate is but you and yeosang are so busy rubbing shoulders and being even cuter together that you just walk past him

san: im so deeply hurt, but also so deeply moved by how sweet they look with one and other

wooyoung

the office has wildly differing opinions on him, but one things for sure: hes brilliant in the weirdest of ways

on a 9-5 basis he gets like one hour of work done on a good day but lets say like the company is going through a major crisis

the person with the lifesaving idea SOMEHOW will be wooyoung (aided by hongjoong who probably just needs to curb some of wooyoungs enthusiasm)

but yes, like people will write him off as giddy and loud - but hes not dumb

wooyoung: “you can have a bachelors degree and do dumb stuff, like thats not illegal.”

jongho: “vandalizing the ceos car when you were an intern here is illegal though.”

wooyoung, eyes wide: “how do you know about- i never did that,,,,,,,,”

makes memes and shares them in the work gc and the only people who get them are san and jongho, san because he shares a brain with wooyoung and jongho because hes literally young

hongjoong and mingi everytime: i dont get it....

you are a transfer from the companys overseas office and wooyoung takes to you right away

mostly because you’re different and know all this cool stuff that he doesnt

and you really like his fun energy, even though yeosang will be like “dont get tricked by it”

so when you and wooyoung get paired for a marketing project - you are both over the moon

until

its the night before its due and you and wooyoung have. nothing

you’re both spread out in the empty confrence room, wooyoung chugging a monster energy - while you nearly fall asleep and drop the tablet you’re working on straight on your face

wooyoung is like “lets just ask for an extension” but you insist you cant, this is your first big project here and you want to make an impression

but the slump you’re both in is BAD

suddenly wooyoung takes the tablet off your hands and you sit up, hoping he’s thought of something, but instead he blasts some pop song and you cringe as you fall back in your chair

“turn it off, i cant think with that noise.”

“c’mon, dancing will help us think of ideas.”

“wooyoung - seriously, we need to do some work or -”

he doesnt listen to you, he just pulls you up from your seat and twirls you around

you groan and try to tell him that its not going to work - but wooyoung just says it doesnt need to, you guys just need to have some fun before you die over this stupid project

you dont want to admit that hes right - that your body feels like its been reduced to a bag of sludge - so you let him twirl you again until you’re dancing too

the anxiety from the project loosens a little as you watch wooyoung dance unabashedly, tie swinging over his shoulder and dress shirt a mess

you join him, kicking off your shoes and just letting go for these ten blissful minutes

you don’t notice and as you turn toward wooyoung, your ankle catches on one of the chairs and you go tumbling toward him as he catches you and cushions your fall

you both laugh and wooyoung looks up into your smiling face - happy to see it bright after you’d looked so miserable the whole day

actually, he doesnt say it outloud, but this happiness on you is probably the most beautiful happiness hes seen on someone

it glitters and for a moment he doesnt want to let your inviting warm weight off of him

and then - just as his eyes wavier down a little from your eyes to your lips he goes

“AHAH! IVE GOT IT!”

you sit up and he follows suit, grasping your shoulders

“IVE GOT AN IDEA!”

you want to ask him how he got it, what prompted it, but hes already talking a mile a minute

and to be honest, hes pretty happy you didnt get to ask - the answers totally embarrassing - like whats he gonna say

your natural beauty inspired me? how,,,,,,,,how sweet - corny, he means corny!

san

he can most definitely turn on the charm when he needs to, making himself out to be put together and organized

but troublemaking is just too good to pass up, no wonder he and wooyoung are often referred to as partners-in-crime

100% the host for the monthly office karaoke contest

somehow the bartender always gets a little pale when san comes tumbling in because,,,,,,,he is clumsy and quite good at breaking things,,,,,,

he outwits seonghwa into helping him clean up his desk when it gets too crazy

and frequently gets bonked on the head by hongjoong who catches him falling asleep over the keyboard

or trying to play on the switch - but then getting his headphones disconnected and now everyone can hear tom nook’s voice

he adheres to the dress code, but likes to have sparkly pins in his hair or a colorful belt from time to time

just because the bleakness of corporate life SUCKS and is not san’s vibe at ALL

but hey, money.

you like san’s karaoke contests and really enjoy just how much he puts into the performances

even if everyone else is giving their half-baked effort on songs from the early 2000s

you yourself dont ever get up to sing, just because of a shyness thing and also you much rather just watch san cause havoc

until one day you show up and you and san are the only ones,,,,,,,,there

somehow - everyone else has things to do this evening - so you tell him you can just comeback next month

when he insists that no, you two can have fun together!

you end up on what someone might call an impromptu date with san,,,,,

where he does his favorite songs and you cheer while the bartender sends over two drinks “on the house” and whispers to you when you collect them that he hopes you can “be the person who will calm san down”

its awfully embarrassing,,,,,but at the same time kind of fun,,,,,,until san invites you up for a duet

you are saying no, but san is waving you over, and someone wolf whistles from somewhere

and before you know it you are up there - and san puts a hand on yours as he passes you the mic

you kind of mumble into the mic, and believe me its nothing like what san belts out when hes up there

and still - san is jumping up and down and looks like he’s legitimately having the time of his life

his energy kind of boosts your confidence and one might say you even sing a bit of the song

when the night is over, san offers to take the train with you to your stop and if you want - he’ll even take the time to walk you home

just as you two are about to emerge from the station, just sort of basking in each others presence you both get your email notifications from work

taking your phones out you read the message

subject: finally hooking those two up body: ‘so, bets on a kiss - do you think they kissed? i think they did, or at least got close to it - you know how san is during karaoke’

the next email appears, this one is from jongho

subject: re: finally hooking those two up body: ‘which idiot cc’d san and them on the email,,,,,,,,,,,,’

you and san sort of stare down at your screens and then back up at each other

the realization dawns on you: nobody was actually too busy for karaoke,,,,,,,the whole office just wanted to set you up on a date,,,,,,

you are truly at a lose for words when suddenly san is typing back and before you can question it you get a ping!

subject: re:re: finally hook those two up body: ‘haven’t kissed yet, but the nights still young.

yunho

everyone's handyman - and by everyone, i mean everyone. the janitor has asked him to screw in lightbulbs before.

fairly good worker all around, he can come in late on certain days because hes helping grandmas cross streets or saving kittens from trees

and there have been instances of tiny mistakes, mostly because his attention was on giving feedback to the interns

but yeah no complaints, hes never even been given like a warning

very tidy work appropriate outfits - like tie tucked into sweater vest baby

feels guilty when he does have enough lunch to share with every single person, you know hes bringing his jumbo salad bowl to work

the worst lie hes ever told on the job is pointing to his cup and being like, yep thats my morning coffee!!!

when in fact it was soothing decaffeinated earl gray tea because coffee makes him jittery

your assigned to yunho for basic intern training and youre so lucky and thankful because like

youve heard the horror stories, but he is seriously just an angel

and doesnt get annoyed at your questions and even helps out when you get confused

the only thing is that sometimes he gets so engrossed in showing you how to format this document

or where to get the copy paper

that personal space sorta siezes to exist and now hes hovering over you with his big hands over your keyboard

or his chest pressed to your back as he helps get the supplies from the top shelf

and you are not complaining its just,,,,,,,,,,,you know,,,,,,,,embarrassing

and sometimes you have to excuse yourself

or just wiggle away and you dont want to hurt his feelings or anything

its just you hate that with each day you see yunho’s smile in the morning and something in your chest gets a little tighter

and you are not about to date a co-woker, no way no how

even though yunho meets every checklist for the perfect boyfriend

because 1) its probably against the rules and 2) you dont want to just get your heartbroken by the man who is just that kind to everyone

until one day hongjoong makes an offhanded comment about how yunho has never taken this much of a liking to an intern like you

and you think about it all day, up until its the only thing on your mind and it takes yunho five tries of calling your name until you snap out of it and go

“huh?”

“hongjoong suggested this good place to eat, do you want to come have lunch with me since i didnt bring anything in today?”

your mouth works faster than your mind and you go,

“like a date?”

before immediately clamping your palm over and muttering an apology

but yunho’s ears go bright and he sort of loses his composure for a moment till a small, squeaky answer comes out

“yeah,,,,like a date?”

mingi

eager to please intern,,,,,,,but add in a dash of absolute obliviousness

like he wants to help everyone but sometimes the instructions from like five different people just turn to mush in his brain

and hes like delivering coffee to the wrong person or printing out three hundred copies of that poorly photoshopped meme wooyoung made instead of the needed documents

but no one can get mad at him because have you seen him? like it would be straight up illegal to even raise your voice at him

hes so sweet that numerous people offer their homemade lunches to him and hes always like eating a sandwich from hongjoong or freshly baked cookies from yunho

the older ladies of the office just a d o r e him (a little too much, but like hes so sweet natured he doesnt even read into it)

his pants are always short and someone is always like poor mingi’s ankles are so cold

but at the same time he can lift like ,,,,, one hundred pounds of printer cartridge's so its like,,,,,,,,, ok so maybe those skinny ankles actually put in a lot of work,,,,,,,,

you’re the ceos only child and when they’re off on business, you’re in charge of the department where mingi interns

and like anyone else you have a huge soft spot for him, even though you dont try to show it because favoritism is a no-no

actually in general you try to be as fair and as understanding as possible, because your parent isnt really the type

a lot of the office really likes you, but now and then someone will say something snippy or rude about you

simply because they think you got your job through just being the ceo’s kid or that you’re only lenient to try and get in with one of the office heartthrobs

you try not to take it personally and you bite your tongue when it comes to putting those rumors and the people who spread them in place

but one afternoon, you can clearly hear a group of people talking about how you lack the leadership skills to ever take over the company

it hurts, you can feel the pain in your chest, but you try to wrestle through it until you hear mingi’s voice

“i dont think you should say that about them.”

you turn and peek your head passed the cubical - mingi’s tall frame is standing in front of the pack

“what do you know, you’re just a lowly intern.”

“thats true, but ive seen them work and theyre really good at leading. theyre also doing two jobs at once - both theirs and the ceos, i dont think anyone here has to deal with so much work.”

youd think his tone was being mocking, just like theirs, but his voice is clean and clear

like hes just stating a truth he believes in

when one of them starts badmouthing mingi, you step in and tug him away from the conversation as the office workers disperses back to their seats

you tug him toward the stairs and out of earshot and mumble a small thank you

“huh? why are you thanking me?”

“well you stood up for me so-”

he shrugs his shoulders, “i was just saying the truth.”

you nod, embarrassment on your cheeks as you realize that its mingi youre talking to - of course he wouldnt have any other motive but to -

“and theyre wrong you know, one of them was saying youre not pretty and thats a lie too. youre good at your job and -”

“wait, what”

you back up and mingi blinks - “i said youre good at your j-”

“no before that, you think im-”

“pretty?”

you both stare at each other as the realization sinks into mingi’s expression and he sort of opens his mouth like a gaping fish -

“i-i - i just - i -”

you stiffle a giggle and shake your head, “no no, its nice that you think that. it makes me really happy.”

“well, im just a lowly intern so i mean i dont know if its such a great compliment-”

you lean up and peck his cheek, making him freeze midstence

“youre not a lowly intern, i believe youre way more than that and sooner or later youll probably be promoted too!”

“pr-promoted? like to a worker or like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to,,,,,,,,,,your,,,,,,,,,,,,boyfriend,,,,,,,,,,,”

jongho

kid genius, has a higher position than most people double his age

knows everyone's secrets so no one even tries to start shit with him about it

loves watching the office go into chaos when the printer isnt working and apparently hes the only one who knows how to fix a goddamn paper jam

but hes on a coffee break, let him watch everyone tear each other apart before he actually just presses a button to fix this all

like mingi, he can actually lift way more than him, but why would he - the intern is there for a reason lol

probably has an early college degree from some prestigious school and he doesnt talk about it but he knows people whisper about it

and hes like so what i still work at this dump but like what - is someone gonna rat on him to the ceo? - no, because he’ll just tell the ceo about that one time that person tried to charge the company card for their vacation plane tickets :)

gets work done fast and early, spends the rest of the day just playing minecraft

you used to be jongho’s number one rival for youngest, smartest position

but he sorta beat you out over time and even though you were pissed about it for a long while

youve kinda gotten over the rivalry

instead youre comfortable in your other department and dont really see jongho around anymore

which you think is normal - and actually youre under the impression that jongho is happy to be rid of you

but the reality is he makes up way too many excuses to go up to your floor, i.e. “the bathroom is better there” “their breakroom has this k-cup i like” “the view from the windows are nicer”, etc.

no one notices, or if they do - no one dares to make a peep

but you ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, are starting to think its a little suspicious

so you confront him, as he stands awkwardly by the window at the end of the hall

“are you like spying on me?”

jongho turns around, dark eyes widening just a bit

“what? no. i just like the view.”

“jongho, your office is like three floors above mine - you arguably have the better view.”

he shrugs as if its nothing but you press on

“why are you coming down here - wait, oh my gosh - do you like someone in my department?!??”

you suddenly get bright and clap your hands together, “c’mon you have to tell me!”

he looks you over once and makes a hmph sound, “why would i tell you?”

you pout

“i know we were rivals for a while, but c’mon - i promise ill put in a good word for you so who is it?”

you step closer and jongho feels his tie get a little tighter

“the new intern? they’re cute - or is it someone older like in the-”

“you”

you stop and buffer - looking at him and for the first time jongho drops his eyes to the floor first

“m-me? you’re coming down here for me? is it because of our riv-”

“no.”

he sets the cup he was holding on the windowsill and suddenly you’re the nervous one

“you’re right. i come here because the person i like on this floor is you.”

he reaches out to touch your wrist but you step back, the confession is too shocking to handle and you scurry off before you can say anything in return

you slide down against the stall of the bathroom and let out the breath you’re holding

its not that you dont like jongho back, actually your whole rivalry was sort of just a cover up for your one-sided feelings

you just never thought that they’d be reciprocated,,,,,,,

you try to pull yourself together - marching out to the sink and looking into your reflection

we cant let jongho win again, he might have confessed first, but your still rivals no matter how much you like each other so just go out there and - and -

you cant think of exactly the word, but before you know it your rushing out and to the stairs

jongho doesnt look too surprised to see you bust into his office - but the rest of the office turns to look at you two

“you-”

“yes?”

“yo-you cant say you like me first, why? well - well because ive liked you longer, so im saying it now. i like you. so i win. no arguing. take me to dinner. bye.”

and with that you turn on your heel, jongho nods - secretly smiling to himself as he puts on his headphones

yunho to mingi: isnt it crazy, jongho just got asked out in front of the whole office!

mingi, blinking: wait what? i thought that person was just mad at him

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez au #members: ateez #sfw #office!au

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sicjimin · 3 years

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A.N: Ok right now i think I'm kinda attached to the morning sickness stories 😅 lol this is a .... random fic from me bc i was bored and need to let out smth . Im sorry for any grammatical error, hope you like it !!

TW : emeto, graphic description of vomiting

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Seokjin is not the one who easily getting motion sickness. Hell, he never gets one during his 28 years of life. Well ... not until his pregnancy hits. He's losing count on how many times Namjoon had to pull over, stop the car completely, or even need to wash his car interior just because Seokjin threw up on it. It feels like there are no car trips between them that are not filled with at least ONE episode of Seokjin throwing up —yes, it happened way too often since the beginning of his pregnancy up until now he's reaching 4 months. Because of that, Namjoon is now well prepared. He has a little bucket in the trunk (it's for a very very emergency matter because Seokjin's vomiting episode could be bad sometimes), a plastic bag, and a paper bag fully stocked in the passenger's cabinet. Namjoon also have stock of mint and ginger root candy for Seokjin to sucked after his vomiting session, along with a bottle of water.

Namjoon is already that prepared, but it always breaks his heart to see Seokjin starts to feel nauseous or worse, end up vomiting during their car trips. He hated to see Seokjin look so sick because, before pregnancy, Seokjin is rarely sick.

Today is one of the days. They planned to go grocery shopping, then visited this little cat cafe that takes 1 hour of car ride. All of that is Seokjin's idea, he has already planned all of this since last week. Even told Namjoon to re-schedule his weekend workout session, and who's Namjoon to say no, right?

So here they are, 20 minutes into the car ride to the cat cafe. Seokjin seems fine earlier, he looks so excited to go, even blasting music and singing along that Namjoon can't help but laughs a few times looking at his husband's behavior. But now it feels like someone just flips the condition 180 degrees because Seokjin is quiet. His head leans to the window with eyes squeezed shut, one hand rubbing his stomach that already has a little bump there. Namjoon shot a few worried glances to his husband, sometimes catching how the older's cheeks would puff out, and let out a nauseated huff.

Namjoon's hands move to grab Seokjin's free hands. Engulf it and giving it gentle rubs, "Are you feeling sick?"

Seokjin let out another huff. Bringing his hand to massaging his temples and then anxiously tapping on his lips, "Yes. very .. i feel like im gonna throw up this second but i don't want to", Seokjin says. Voices thick with a gag that he has been holding back. Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows, " Haven't you took your anti-nausea meds from the doctor?"

Seokjin eyes go wide, fuck.

He turned his head to Namjoon, "Shit .. i forgot"

Namjoon chuckles lightly, "Well .. you're on your own baby"

Seokjin rolls his eyes before suddenly brings his hands to his mouth, and another hand urgently opening the cabinet, searching for a paper bag. It happens so fast until Namjoon that has been trying to focus on both, the road in front of him and Seokjin, now a little bit distracted hearing a harsh gag followed by a stream of liquid shots up to the paper bag. Namjoon is slowly panicking now, wants to comfort his husband that still ducked his head to the paper bag or the road in front of him. He saw a gas station in few meters. He speeding up his car to the gas station. Once they are there, he opened his seat belt and avert his total attention to his husband. Head still ducked into the paper bag even though he's bringing up nothing, only spitting saliva and let out a few silent gags. He brings his hand to rub the older's back, "Are you finished?"

Seokjin shakes his head.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom? We're at gas station now", Namjoon says softly. Seokjin lifted his head and took a glance around. Then he moves his glance to Namjoon, catching the worried expression from the younger. He nods eagerly. He's still very much nauseous and he couldn't bring himself to throw up in the paper bag again. The sound of vomit hitting the paper bag and the feeling of cupped up inside the car just making his nausea worse. So he hurriedly brings his body out of the car and almost speed walking to one of the stalls there. Lucky for him, all of the stalls are empty.

A gag already escaped his mouth as he tried to lock the door before it hits something—or someone, Namjoon. Suddenly realizing that he unconciously leaving Namjoon behind, but now he didn't has time to care more about Namjoon as his body lurched forward. Namjoon slips himself in, locks the door, and immediately rubs his husband back. He winced when he saw a thick brown vomit pouring out from Seokjin's mouth and splashing to the toilet. He's sure that their sandwich for breakfast earlier already there.

He could feel Seokjin's back muscle tenses and moving forward under his palm when the older let out another deep heave, followed by more stream of vomit pouring out. Oh how Namjoon wished he could take away Seokjin's pain right now.

"That's it baby, let it all out"

"Joonie, i'm so sick", Seokjin whimpers before another liquid rushing out from his body. It goes on for another 5 minutes, Seokjin's body rocking back and forth with every liquid he let out and Namjoon silently rubbing his back.

Seokjin gives a final dry heave and brings himself up again. Eyes red and glassy, their hands shaking, and his nose is runny. He flushed the toilet and turn his body facing Namjoon. Namjoon immediately secured his husband's waist with his arms, "Done?"

Seokjin falls silent. Namjoon thought that it was a yes, until Seokjin suddenly pushes his body and facing the toilet again. Another dry heave bring his body forward, he almost fall if its not because of Namjoon holding his waist

"Wait wait baby, slow down. You're hurting yourself", Namjoon panicked. Seokjin squeezed his eyes shut as a gurgling belch that sent a few last traces of vomit into the toilet climb ip to his throat. He coughed for a bit and sending one last heave that gathered in his belly and built upward, bringing with it a few remnants of something he ate mixed with pure bile.

Seokjin stayed in that position for a while, not trusting his body to stand up yet. He could hear Namjoon's worried voices, "Still sick?"

He finally shakes his head, and ushered Namjoon to get out of stall, "Lets go. I think i will be sick again if i see toilet once more"

Namjoon walked besides him, "Do you still want to go to the cafe? That was pretty bad, you were scaring me!"

Seokjin let out a light giggle, "Well, blame your child! They are the ones that made me like that!"

Namjoon suddenly stopped his track, making Seokjin stare at him confused, "Why?"

The younger bent at the waist, and put a light kiss on Seokjin's bump, "Don't be too active baby, your Appa there is having a hard time. Behave okay?"

Seokjin blushes uncontrollably at the sudden act from his husband, ''Yah! this is public places!''

Namjoon laughs at that, "Let's do groceries shopping to get your nutella craving and then go home? how does that sound?"

"Sounds fine with me, baby"

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based from this prompt;

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #caretaker!namjoon #sick!seokjin #mpreg #morning sickness nausea

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Comforted (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Comforted Rating: PG-13 Length: 1500 Warnings: Fairly detailed descriptions of morning sickness, nausea, and throwing up. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in October 1992, between “Adjusting” and “Missing Out”. Summary: Reader has a rough Friday night.

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For the past week, Javier has been in your bed every night. In a short period of time, you’d already gotten used to his presence — despite your gut instinct telling you not to get used to him. It would be so easy for him to walk away.

And given your current state, you wouldn’t blame him if he did walk away. There was nothing sexy or desirable about not being able to keep anything down.

He hadn’t called to say he wasn’t coming. But as each minute slipped by, your nausea was paired with anxiety that turned your stomach upside down.

It was Friday night. Javier used to hit the bar on Friday evenings. You both used to.

You sat up abruptly, snatching the garbage can off the floor by the side of the sofa. Your stomach rolled, bile rising up the back of your throat as you felt another wave of nausea start to take hold.

The crackers you had eaten in a vain attempt to settle your stomach, came up without hesitation. You grimaced as you sat the garbage can aside, reaching for a glass of water that would cool your stomach and undoubtedly come up in a few minutes.

Your ‘morning sickness’ liked to manifest itself at all hours of the day. Mornings were usually okay — unless the smell of burnt coffee wafted from the break room. That stench always set you off.

You peeled yourself off the sofa, grabbing the washcloth you had sitting on the coffee table and taking it with you into the kitchen. You soaked it with ice cold water before applying it to your forehead and face.

“Kid,” You said to you stomach as you passed your hand over it. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”

Your heart lept in your chest as you heard a knock at your door. You wiped the washcloth over your mouth once more, before you headed for the door.

“I’m sorry I’m late, baby.” Javier said as you opened the door. “I got a bit tied up with a situation and—“ He frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Shit, do I look that bad?” You questioned, clamping your lips closed as you felt a bubble rise up the back of your throat. “Hold that thought.”

You left him standing in the doorway as you darted back into the kitchen, emptying the remaining contents of your stomach into the sink. You caught a glimpse of Javier out of the corner of your eyes as you turned the faucet in and washed the bile down the sink.

“It’s probably not the best night for you to stay,” You told him with a slight edge to his voice. “I can’t assure sleep or anything fun.”

Not that you’d done anything but sleep these past few nights with him.

“That’s alright.” Javier said warmly as he moved around to stand behind you. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know what set me off.” You admitted, leaning back against him. “I had a banana and toast.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” Javier rested his chin on your shoulder, his hands skimming along your sides. “What can I do?”

“You don’t have to stay.” You told him, grimacing as you felt another wave of nausea. “Fuck.”

Javier didn’t pull away as you grabbed the side of the sink and whimpered as you puked up nothing but bile. Instead, he curled his fingers around your ponytail and held it back as he soothed his hand down your back.

“This is more than you should have to put up, Javi,” You mumbled as you grabbed the washcloth and wiped off your mouth.

“I’m all in, baby.” Javier promised you, he took the washcloth from you, folding it over before he applied it to the back of your neck.

You sighed as you let your head fall forward, taking in the coolness as it soothed the heat rising off your skin. “That’s nice.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Can you drink water?”

You shook your head.

“Do you have any lemon?”

“In the fridge.” You covered your mouth as you burped a little. “Why?”

“Lemon soothes an upset stomach.”

You gave him a curious look, but whatever smart ass remark was quickly stifled by you gagging over the sink again.

Javier rummaged in your kitchen, finding a lemon in the fridge and a knife in a drawer. He cut it in half and squeezed it into a glass of water, before presenting you with it.

“I’m skeptical.” You told him as you took a tiny sip.

He rolled his eyes, “I’m useless at a lot of this, but I do know a few remedies for shit.” Javier guides you back into the living room, settling you onto the sofa before he disposed of the garbage can, returning with it emptied and cleaned out for you.

The water went down easily in small sips.

“Where were you?” You questioned as you sank back against the pillows that you had piled onto the sofa.

“Had to swing by and chat with an informant.”

You felt the color drain from your face, “Ah.”

Javier frowned as he perched on the arm of the sofa. “Not like that.”

“Javier, it’s fine.” You turned onto your side, staring straight ahead as your hand went to your stomach.

“No.” Javier reached down and stroked his fingers over your cheek. “It wasn’t like that. It was just a conservation.”

You smiled a little, enjoying the tenderness of his touch. “Are you staying tonight?”

“You’ve got me all weekend, baby.”

“Hopefully it’s not like this the whole time.” You grimaced. “The water helped.”

“My tia had hyperemesis gravidarum,” Javier explained. “I remember pops would give her lemon water and ginger whenever she was over.”

“I don’t think I have that. This isn’t constant.” You swallowed thickly as your stomach made a noise, but nothing came from it. “I’m glad you’re staying.” You reached up and took ahold of his hand.

Javier leaned down and kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”

You shook your head, releasing his hand as you started to sit up. “You wanna see what’s on?” You questioned, parting the sofa beside you.

Javier kicked off his shoes and sank down onto the sofa beside you. “I bet it’s easier to watch telenovelas together, rather than over the phone.”

“I bet it is.” You laughed softly as you tilted to look at him beside you. You were growing comfortable with his nearness again. Those three awkward months had been hell. Forgetting what he felt like, beside you, in you.

He leaned in like he meant to kiss you, but you abruptly covered his mouth with your hand.

“Vomit breath.” You told him with a grimace. “Stay here and I’ll brush my teeth.” You needed to anyways, otherwise the stomach acid would give you blisters.

Instead, Javier kissed your palm, causing his mustache to tickle your skin.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose before you pulled away from him and rose to get off the sofa.

By the time you came back from the bathroom, Javier was stretched out on the sofa watching an episode of whatever rerun was on. You recognized it, but you were more focused on him. He seemed so at ease, laying there like he belonged on your sofa, in your apartment, in your life.

He sat up, making room for you as you joined him on the sofa. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunched up your face, “Still a little nauseous, but the lemon really did do the trick.” You reached down and stroked your stomach. “Hopefully it’s not like this the rest of the weekend.”

His eyes traveled downwards to your stomach as you settled into a position where you could lean against his chest, “Can I?”

You nodded your head slowly, your heart beating a little faster as he rested his hand over yours. There was nothing to feel yet, nothing to see, and yet the look on his face made you feel everything all at once.

Instead of letting your emotions get the better of you, you cupped his cheek and drew him in, letting your lips brush against his gently.

You laughed against his lips, pulling back with a grin. “It’s still so weird.”

“What?”

“Kissing you.” You admitted, stealing another quick kiss. You met his eyes as you ran your thumb over his bottom lip.

“Is that a good weird or a bad weird, baby?” He arched a brow at you.

“Very good.” You whispered, kissing him again. His fingers found their way into your hair, cradling your head as his lips slanted over yours.

His tongue swept out over your lips, parting them gently as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled back hesitantly, “Javier.”

“I’m not.” He promised you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. “You wanna just watch the novella?”

“Yes.” You whispered, but you still leaned in to kiss him again. “Hopefully once this nausea passes…”

“Whenever you’re ready, baby.” Javier smiled softly at you. “Whatever you want.”

You mirrored his smile. You wanted him. You wanted this. Curled up on the sofa, watching cheesy novellas, and savoring in this newfound relationship. Or whatever it was.

“Thank you.” You readjusted yourself, sinking against him as you rested your cheek against his chest — comforted by the sound of his heart beating beneath your ear.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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