#but they have me dizzy and sick to my stomach because i love my car like a person

[kennabeth]

as a person with anxiety and fear of violent vehicular death, that most people do experience the same amount of car trouble that I do but they usually just. let their car break down before doing something about it vs working themselves into a faint over every noise is a lesson I'm trying to teach myself

[purpleenhypen0-0]

Yandere! Enhypen Reaction To You Self Harm!ng

A/N-This is just for entertainment purposes. These behaviors should not be reenacted in real life. Especially self harm!ng. Please don't do that irl you are so worth it❤🥺

Tw-cussing(jus a lil)

I don't wanna include Ni-ki bc of his age and this is counted as a more mature subject to me(you'll be in the next one riri💓)

𓆏Jungwon

You were in the kitchen cooking dinner when Jungwon walked in wearing a white tanktop, sweating enough for little liquid dots on his arms and face. You on the other hand, were wearing a hoodie But you were the worst. "Darling it's hot. You should really take that off," Jungwon says, turning the ac as cold as he could get it. "I-I'm fine won. I'm not even that hot," Your red face said otherwise. Jungwon eyes you. He knows you're hot, even more than he is. So he takes slow steps towards you. "Y/n, show me your arms, now." It was all coming together for him. You looked more drained everyday, sadder, more tired, plain exhausted. You always refused to wear short sleeves, saying you were more comfortable in long sleeves. He knew, and you knew it. "Wonie I... What do you mean?" You knew exactly what he meant. "Show me your arms now," he repeats. Your head hangs low as you slowly tuck your fingers into the hem of your sleeves, pulling them up to reveal long deep marks of pinkish purple cuts. Jungwons eyes go soft, welling up with tears. "I don't understand, w-was it something I did???" He stutters out. Your body fills with guilt head to toe as tears stream down his face. You pull him into your embrace and apologize as many times as you can, promising him you won't do it again. After that day Jungwon isn't as aggressive with you. He speaks calmly and holds his patience. Never raising his hand on you again.

𓆏Heeseung

"Baby hurry up, I have to use the restroom." Heeseung says from outside of the bathroom door. Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. You panic, washing the blood off of your arms and shoving the razor in a droor. Heeseung gets a little worried hearing the ruckus going on. "Baby? Y/n are you alright love?" Your still rinsing the blood down the sink. "Yea Hee I'm fine! Just washing my hands." You shout, hoping you sound convincing. You weren't self harming because of heeseung, but because of stress. You knew he would blame himself if he found out no matter what you told him. You're beginning to feel dizzy due to the blood loss. Heeseung knows better than for someone to spend 5 minutes washing their hands. He starts shaking the knob of the door, telling you to unlock it and let him in. When he receives no answer, he starts beating through the door with his fist, no cares of the pain and blood on his hand. When he finally grabs the known from the inside and gets in. He's met with your fainted body on the floor. He immediately goes into a panicked state and picks you up, running you down to the car. The whole ride there he's regretting everything, the punishments, the yelling, the jealousy, every time he's laid his hands on you. He was sick for hurting someone so precious. Better yet, making them hurt themselves. He imagines every way to apologize when you wake up at the hospital. Hoping you'll do the right thing and just leave him.

𓆏Jay

Jay is definitely not the most patient person you'll meet. Normally, you were used to the yelling, after all, he never went any further than that. It was a Monday, so as usual, you came home exhausted with everything in you. "Where the fuck have you been," You jumped. It was Jay, his voice sounded more like he was making a statement than asking a question. You game him a confused look, wondering why he looked so pissed. "I don't like repeating myself," he says. "I-What do you mean baby?" You were genuinely lost. "Do you have any idea what time it is Y/n?" You checked your phone. 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩. You had fell asleep on the bus ride home. They must've gotten into traffic, it happens often. Suddenly you feel the breath knocked out of you, your back pressed against the wall that was inches behind you seconds ago. It took you a couple seconds to realize, he had his hands around your neck. He laid his hands on you, something he swore he'd never do. You tried to let out a sound, anything, but nothing came out. Your eyes starting to blink out tears. You were truely scared of him. He seemed to snap out of his daze, instantly letting you out of his grip. You let out a gasp and ran upstairs to your shared bedroom, locking the door behind you. You were done. You had taken enough of this, his manipulation, lies, psychotic behavior, all of it. You had no where to go. You felt your life collapse in a single second, just when you were starting to trust him. You remembered the first tactic you'd use when you were 15. Something that seemed to take away pain.(IT DOESN'T, THIS IS FOR THE PART, I SPEAK FROM EXPERIENCE) You went into the bathroom and grabbed a razor from the shower, instantly bringing it to your arm, ignoring jays quiet sobs outside for you. "Baby I'm so sorry, please let me in." Nothing. Suddenly he starts shaking the knob. "Answer me Y/n please. You can't ignore me forever, let's talk about this." Your skin was burning, a familiar sting in your veins. His begs becoming more faded. The last thing you saw before going unconscious was a crying jay, on he's knee holding you in his arms all while on the phone with an emergency operator, muttering out a series of apologies.

𓆏Jake

Idk accidental self h4rm bc your a clutz luv☹️

The poor baby had a panick attack when he got a call from you that you were in the hospital, one bc you were in public with other guys that he didn't trust, two bc you were hurt. He only relaxed when you told him you had only accidently cut your hand pretty bad while making lunch(a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ h̶a̶d̶ a̶ f̶e̶m̶a̶l̶e̶ d̶o̶c̶t̶o̶r̶)̶ . He scolds you a lil and reminds you to be careful next time. Little did you know, there would be no next time😂 He won't let you cook again when he's not around, no matter what it is. He'll cook it for you. (I hope this one was a little wholesome yandere-ish break from the others 😂)

𓆏Sunghoon

You woke up feeling extremely light headed. Sunghoons bedset tucked around you. You pulled your arms to the side and saw bandages covering them. You think through the day and wonder when you passed out while you were cutting at your wrists. You started harming yourself about a month and a half ago, after finding out Sunghoon was the one who murdered your parents. After all the years he told you it would be okay and they would catch who did it. Giving you a place to stay. Building up trust. Making you love him. He betrayed you. Like everyone else did. You wondered where he was. Laying in the room for another 6 minutes before the door slowly creeks open. Revealing a soft eyed Sunghoon. You could tell he'd been crying, but he still smiled when he saw you were awake. "Oh baby you're okay!" He said with exclamatory relief. Running over to hug you. "I'm so sorry. I promise I did what I did for a reason. I only wanted to take care of you love." Your parents were not the best, especially your dad. They'd both had their moments where they'd lay their hands on you viciously. After a long minute of him explaining while you could do nothing but sit, still processing. You understood where he was coming from. He sat and begged for your forgiveness for what felt like hours until you finally just hugged him and thought he was better for you than anyone else.

𓆏Sunoo

Harming yourself is nothing new. You've done it many times before you were with sunoo. He knows you get stressed easily, so he's very soft with you. That's where his yandere comes in. He's so soft that he wants to keep you from the cold world that hurt you before he came to take care of you, so he can keep you safe and under his loving care. So what does he do about school, well the answers simple, he drops you out. But, he has no clue of the thoughts about college racing through your mind lately. Wondering if it's too late to try school again. Better yet, wondering if sunoo will even let you go to school, let alone college if you ask him. Stress building up. Your sensitive body isn't mentally built up for all the hard thoughts you put on yourself. Normally, you just tell sunoo and he makes it all better. But this is different, what if he gets upset with you for wanting to go back, what if he leaves you? Sooner or later, you let your mind get the best of you and felt like you couldn't talk to anyone. You pick up a pair of scissors, slowly opening them, you eyelshes shiny with soft tears. And cut one little line on your lower arm right above your wrist. *click* Sunoo's home from school(he goes to a private) "Sweets, I'm home." He calls out. You wanted to drop the scissors and run. But you couldn't, regret. That's what it was. You couldn't just tell sunoo. You burst out crying. Hearing the noise, Sunoo rushes over to the kitchen. He takes a moment to process what lies before him. Once he realizes what's going on, his heart shatters. He drops his bag and runs over to you, pulling you into the warmest hug possible. He didn't even care to ask. He didn't want to make it any worse than it already was. Long story short you explained to him later(after pinkie promising to never harm yourself again) and he let you go to his school with no hesitation. Don't expect him to not tug you away from guys he's not familiar with, you are his and his only after all.

I'm sooo srry ik it's not my best but I was in a big rush, if there is anything you would like to correct/add I would love if you did so💓Thank you sm for reading!

[luvsuperboard]

lee felix, the fuck did you put in the brownies?

pairing: besties!ot8 x gn!reader

contains: crack, cursing, dramatic ass besties bc they’re skz, mentions of weed (mdni).

‼️: remember this is just an scenario and humor, don’t take anything seriously!!

note: I LOVE MAKING THESE, it’s so fun KDJD. btw thank you sm for all the likes and reblogs for “comfort meal” i really appreciate it <33

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you were in your room, chilling like a villain –yes, like the movie descendants, what about it– and like the cool person you are when you started to feel dizzy. kind of nauseous although you still felt… relaxed? it was a weird feeling. your head felt heavy and your stomach was growling even though you weren’t hungry, you had eaten moments ago.

you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, facing the mirror you took a look at your face; your eyes looked tired and droopy, which was weird since you had gotten a good sleep the night before…

this could only mean one thing, well, you could either be turning into a zombie or you were intoxicated by food –yea let’s go with the second option. your thoughts about zombies and unexplainable things like aliens and stuff are for other story.

back to your illness. you walked around your room, from the bed to the bathroom, from the vanity to the window. still thinking about what could’ve gotten you sick. you decided to go with an elimination process.

“okay… let’s see” you sat on the edge of your bed, frowning as you looked at the floor “yesterday…for dinner, cereal!” yea that couldn’t be, it was normal for you to eat that.

“this morning i had a toast? yea that can’t be” your hand went to your chin as you hummed, your eyes squinting as you tried to remember what else you ate that wasn’t usual or inside your comfort zone.

“today the guys came over… hyunjin brought wine, han brought cheesecake and felix brought brownies but- hold on” finally, good lord.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” mhm, a gut feeling was telling you this had to do with felix.

you quickly grabbed the jacket that was in your kitchens counter and looked for your car keys in the cabinet they were usually in but oh right, you were dizzy, and yea that didn’t help at all. it only caused your head to spin more.

“fuck it, they’ll have to come” you patted your pockets looking for your phone, when you opened it you went straight to the phone app’s keypad type felix’s number.

“beep…beep…beep… hi, it’s felix! please leave your message-”

“AGH, YOU KNOW WHAT? FORGET IT, YOU STUPID ANSWERING MACHINE” okay this wasn’t that deep yet you were getting anxious. but it’s okay we have a second option again.

“i swear to god if this man doesn’t respond” you looked through your contacts and found him; ‘mf with the big ass’.

“HELLO, THIS TIME IM NOT CALLING TO ASK FOR MONEY OR YOUR WORKOUT ROUTINE. PLEASE TELL ME WHERE IS FE-”

“oh hey y/nnnnn~” oh god.

“UM, HI? ANYWAY CAN YOU PLEASE TELL FELIX TO ANSWER MY-”

“felix? oh my! you like him? wowww i always knew you did! i mean im lowkey better but- HEY GIVE IT BACK!”

“NO! WAIT HYUNG WHY ARE YOU CRYING, I JUST TOOK THE PHONE? EW IS THAT DROOL? OH, UHH HEY Y/N!” you sighed when you heard a voice that sounded normal. it was jeongin, your savior.

“LISTEN JEONGIN, JUST LISTEN. BRING WHO EVER I DONT CARE IF YOU BRING THE WHOLE WOLF GANG, JUST MAKE SURE FELIX COMES”

“ALL OF US? WE WENT EARLIER THOUGH. WAIT, OH LORD YOU TOO? DO YOU NEED WATER? DOES IT MATTER IF MINHO COM-” and you hanged up.

1h later…

not four, not five but about a hundred knocks on your apartment’s door, damn. you stood up from the couch – and yes, thankfully you didn’t feel as bad as earlier but the little dizziness was still there. “comin’!”

your jaw didn’t drop because you were too frozen when you opened the door for it to even move. seven men, standing in your home’s entrance, what could be strange about it? they’ve been there before.

oh well let’s just say that one of them was SUCKING ON HIS FINGER LIKE A LITTLE IPAD KID AT HIS GROWN AGE, HOPE IS CLEAR WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT. then minho had a mustache drawn on his face? is this even happening? like are you living or this is just a very high quality dream?

changbin seemed normal but he looked like a teenager being forced to be somewhere they didn’t want to be, and hyunjin was lost in his own world like always, yea those two were clean.

jeongin, oh god poor thing, was struggling to keep the furry squad quiet –he had been doing that since they jumped into the car and before you opened the door– otherwise your neighbors could’ve complained.

you decided to let them in before continuing to analyze their states. “where is he.” you sounded like some mafia boss talking to their hitman when you asked jeongin the question “where is lee motherfucking felix”

“I WANNA GO HOME!” oh yea we forgot to go over the way the rest of the literal kids looked like. seungmin was another victim, the mf looked like he always did, he just had one little problem, lets say the brownies made his voice a little… “OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU ATE THOSE LITTLE BROWN SPONGES TOO!?” louder. he was literally yelling with his whole soul, like his life depended on it. what the fuck.

the rest were okay; minho, hyunjin, jeongin and jisu- wait “WHERE IS HAN JISUNG” you asked desperately. minho was looking at his nails like some sassy king who clearly didn’t want to be there when he spoke “yea don’t worry about him, let’s say he ate some of the brownies and was too… sleepy. yea too sleepy to come”

“that’s good. i wouldn’t be able to handle him right now, also, why do you have a mustache- you know what never mind”

you sighed in relief. now let’s go back to the main topic, lee felix.

there he was, smiling like a five year old after getting a kiss on the cheek from their crush, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was all ruffled “you, chick. couch. NOW!” you were scolding him like you were his mom LMFAO. you just had to stare at the rest for them to follow felix on his way to the living room.

we’re now presenting the sane team! (aka the ones who didn’t eat the brownies) starting with… yang jeongin, lee minho, seo changbin and hwang hyunjin!!!

and the rest (the ones currently in other galaxy) are… um chan, the puppy, freckles and jisung who didn’t even come, god, imagine if he was here.

“WHO THE FUCK MADE THE BROWNIES?!” you asked while they were sitting in the living room’s sofa.

“JUST FELIX!”

“THE FRECKLED KID MADE THEM YESTERDAY, HE WAS ALONE IN THE KITCHEN, I SAW HIM!”

“don’t know, don’t wanna know” very minho from him.

“ash, it was clearly felix hyung” jeongin was trying to act mature but you could tell he wanted to laugh at the spectacle.

“WHY ARE YALL BLAMING ME?! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” felix threw himself on the floor as he fake-cried? actually cried? what was that mf on?

“you’re the only one that bakes.”

“…”

“moving on!” you said before being beautifully interrupted by a loud ass puppy.

“Y/N DO YOU HAVE BOARD GAMES? IF SO, LET ME KNOW WHERE THEY ARE”

“just go to my room, there must be a monopoly or something under my bed, TAKE CHAN WITH YOU!” you were happy they were going to be entertained for now. lord save chan’s ears though.

seungmin had to drag chan to your room, he pulled him by one arm while the elder’s cheek was flat against the floor, you could see the line of drool his mouth left on it as the puppy looking guy dragged him. ew.

“ALRIGHT SO, CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT WAS IN THOSE BROWNIES THAT GOT THESE HOES,” you pointed at chan, seungmin and yourself –even though you were in your mind now– “ACTING ALL WEIRD?”

crickets. fucking crickets bruh.

“NOBODY IS GONNA SNITCH? that’s lowkey cool, aww y’all not fake, BUT I DONT GIVE A FUCK, TALK”

“WHY ME THOUGH, LIKE OKAY I BAKED THEM BUT WHY AM I THE ONE THAT PUT SOMETHING ON THEM?” felix tried to defend himself.

hyunjin snorted “the last time you made lemon pie, FUCKING PIE BRO, i found tooth paste on my slice” this time the boys bursted out of laughter.

“SHUT UP I WANTED IT TO HAVE A FRESH TOUCH”

“MINT AND LEMON AREN’T THE SAME, MY GUY” changbin intervened and jeongin like the good maknae he is didn’t waste time on bullying his elder “my guy? what are you a frat boy?”

“SHUT UP”

“and let’s not forget about the time when i found one of jeongin’s toe nails in one of your cupcakes”

“HYUNJIN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

“sorry.”

“how do you even know it was mine…”

“UM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU?”

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE?”

“oh wow i see, if you loved me enough you could tell which toe nails are mine too! from far away even! we’re done.”

“these hoes are nasty bye” minho covered his face with one of the sofa’s cushions. the room was filled with the discussing voices of the guys and now you could see felix getting overwhelmed, oh lord what it’s coming.

“WEED!”

it’s the way the room went quiet as the word left the bakery boy’s mouth, everything stopped, is not like you’ve never seen or heard about weed cmon, but felix? felix + weed?

“HUH?”

“PFT HELP” jeongin started laughing like crazy, but when he heard how felix was quiet and seemed embarrassed he stopped. “oh shit, YOU NOT LYING?!”

“i’m so sorry i must’ve mistaken the brownies, i made two trays! and i didn’t decore them or anything so they all looked the same and i was in a rush because i wanted to bring something to share earlier…”

“i knew that it wasn’t me! they were good but lowkey had a weird taste, sorry lix”

minho was hitting hyunjin’s arm with his elbow, knowing that he can’t control his laughter in the worst moments. “don’t laugh bro, don’t laugh. if you laugh i’ll laugh” minho whispered to the boy. if hyunjin were drinking water that shit would’ve already be going out his nose. this duo man.

“I DONT WANT YOU GUYS TO THINK THAT I DID IT ON PURPOSE!” he pouted like a little kid stop it, but you remember he was yk… flying in the air “I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I COULD NEVER HURT YOU OR ANYTHING I SWEAR”

“I KNOW I KNOW, IT WAS A MISTAKE I LOVE YOU TOO FELIX.” you sighed and there was silence but “BUT YOU CANT JUST PUT WEED IN A DESSERT BABY”

“WHERE DID YOU GET IT FROM? asking for a friend..” minho is such a mood. changbin in the other hand was covering his mouth, he really thought nobody saw his ass giggling.

“why would you even mix that together, ew” hyunjin said as he continued to draw on a napkin, artsy king 4L.

“OKAY I’LL EXPLAIN, STOP ROASTING ME, DAMN”

“i should’ve brought popcorn for this, shaking my head” changbin said and hyunjin smiled, giving him a high five.

jeongin gasped “DID YOU JUST- did you just say… s-shaking my h-head?! AS IN ‘SMH’ LIKE WHAT YOU TYPE IN TEXT? you’re so 2016, couldn’t be me”

“LET FELIX TALK, DAMN!” thank you minho, we love you.

the boy took in a deep ass breath “okay so, jade asked me if i could help her by making some, ahem special brownies because she was throwing a party and-“

“jade who?”

“oh, a friend!”

“you have friends?” MINHO WHY WOULD YOU.

“i’m so done i’m sick and TIRED and SICK AND DONE BYE IM-”

knock! knock!

“ugh, who is it now, i’ll go get it” hyunjin ran to the door before putting his hair on a ponytail “HELP, HELP ME!”

when you heard the screaming, all of you ran to the entrance to find a short silhouette, it was around 9pm now, it was dark outside, cold and lonely. what could a random person be doing by knocking on your door at that time?

the person was giving you their back, you couldn’t see their face nor their body since they were wrapped around what seemed like a blanket or a big ass sweater.

they let out a growl? bark? was this the beginning of a horror comedy?

“you didn’t tell me…” the person said, the man. still facing the other way. his voice was low and deep, not even felix’s sounded that way bro. at this point you could tell hyunjin had peed his pants and the rest were just as scared.

“didn’t tell you what, sir? what are you?” minho said, his voice sounded firm, he wasn’t risking it so he talked properly and with respect.

“you didn’t tell me, that…”

“WHAT PLEASE SPIT IT OUT. DIDN’T TELL YOU WHAT?” felix yelled at the guy while breathing heavily.

all of sudden the man turned around, dropping the blanket that was covering his body, letting you see the tray his hands were holding. the man had a chocolate-stained manic smile on his face? wait…

you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YALL WERE HAVING A SLEEP OVER! HANNIE IN THE HOUSE BABYYYY” the quokka like guy said while doing a lil dance “BY THE WAY! THIS BROWNIES ARE GOOD AS HELL, LIX”

“SHIT”

[vminizzle]

SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 5 : sick day

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?, fluff?

warnings : sickness, new characters unlocked lmao

words count : 2.6k

A/N : hi again, yea again. Like promised I’m posting as much as possible today :). Well, the chapters are kinda boring but I hope the upcoming ones will be much interesting! Love y’all, thank you! - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED :)

SERIES MASTERLIST

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It was 4 in the morning when you woke up abruptly, sweat all over your body, your head spinning as the need to throw up disturbed your sleep.

You rushed out of your bed to your connected bathroom and dropped on the floor in front of your toilet and let your body do whatever he needed to.

You were feeling way too sick, to hear your brother calling your name from the other side of your bedroom’s door.

"y/n? are you ok? I heard you coughing a lot." you heard Yoongi.

"I-I'm good don't worry. I'm just hmm.. drinking water my throat was dried." you lied not wanting to worry him.

"ah ok, drink hot water if your coughing doesn't stop." he mumbled sleepily as he walked away.

You sat on the floor, feeling a bit better but exhausted. You just wanted to sleep.

You got up rinsing your mouth and brushing your teeth quickly to jump on your bed again. You needed to rest before you lose consciousness.

"I probably ate a lot last night." you sighed as you let your body bounced on the mattress.

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Your alarm startled you as you shut it off abruptly. You groaned as you felt your head heavy and your stomach growling.

Getting up, you did your morning routine and went downstairs where you found your brother eating his cereals.

"Morning rat." you approached him leaving a light kiss on his cheek making him grimaced.

He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand before greeting you. "Morning ugly woman.”

"did you sleep well?" Yoongi asked as he munched his cereals.

"yea I just felt a bit sick earlier. I think I ate a lot last night and I didn't digest well since I went to sleep right after finishing my dinner.”

"Well you ate a whole damn pizza by yourself." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"yea whatever. sorry for disturbing your sleep." you apologized making him frowned.

"what are you even saying? shut your big mouth up, you didn't disturb me. I was coming back from the kitchen because i was thirsty and I heard you coughing. And even if you woke me up, it's not a problem. If you feel sick just tell me I'll come idiot." he gulped down his coffee before getting up from his sit.

You smiled at his words "you're the best brother." you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

"I know.” he grabbed his car keys.

“bye see you tonight." he slapped the back of your head playfully before getting out of the house.

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CAMPUS

"you seem tired today, are you fine baby?" Momo poked your cheek.

"yea yea I'm fine don't worry.”

"bullshit! look at your face." Momo spoke loudly.

"hey be quiet." the boy sitting in the row in front of you turned around annoyed.

“ah sorry." you apologized with a little smile which the boy returned politely.

"can't you just speak quietly?" you whisper-yelled to her.

“can't you just not hide anything from your best friend?" she rolled her eyes making you sigh.

"fine. last night, I felt sick ok. So I'm tired because of that." Momo hummedz

"what did you have? are you on your period?"

You furrowed your eyebrows before shaking your head.

“i didn't have my period yet.. it's kinda late but anyway, I just threw up, and i had a light headache so don't worry too much hm?" Momo just nodded, many thoughts rushing to her head but she kept it to herself unsure.

Half an hour had passed and you started seeing blur, your surroundings started moving making you feel dizzy.

You closed your eyes shut tightly and opened them again, but you started feeling hot.

No no not again, not now.

Momo looked over at you as she noticed you breathing heavily.

"yo girl? you're not feeling good, let's get you out of here hm?" She caressed your back making you nod.

Momo helped you take your bag from the floor, and took hers, she helped you stand up and exited the amphitheater discretly to not disturb the course.

The fresh air hit your face as you made your way out, you took a deep breath supporting your weight on Momo.

“I want t-to" before you could finish your sentence you rushed toward the nearest place to throw up : on the grass.

Thankfully there weren't people there.

Momo grimaced as she rushed to your sides, stroking your back gently as she held your hair up.

"yea.. let it go baby." she looked away from the floor as you were spitting your soul out.

You let your body fall down as you sat on the floor.

Momo got you a bottle of water from her bag.

"here, rinse your mouth. I have mint pastilles with me, wait." you nodded weakly as you breathed out.

After doing what she ordered you to, you grabbed your phone from your back pocket to call your brother.

"Yoongi.” you started quietly.

“what do you want? aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked confused.

“don't feel well Yoon-"

"wait for me, I'm coming." he said before hanging up.

“he's coming." you looked up at Momo making her nod.

"let's go sit on that bench." she pointed toward it, helping you stand up.

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You noticed Yoongi's car arriving as you stood up from the bench.

You walked to the parked car, a panicked Yoongi rushing to your side.

"what do you have? are you on your girl's days or something? fev-"

"hey, calm down please. I just threw up and my head is just spinning a bit.” you tried to reassure him putting your hand on his shoulder.

“just? you fucking threw up? twice! you thought i forgot about last night?" “i feel better now, I'm just tired.” your brother sighed massaging his temples.

Momo's phone suddenly rang making you look over at her.

"yea.. hm.. really? ahh ok ok no no I'm finished.. ok then I'll come. bye see you." she sighed looking toward you and Yoongi.

"I'm sorry guys I have to go. I'll call you tonight y/n, please take care." she kissed your cheek before rushing to her own car.

"get in." Yoongi opened the car's door for you before walking back to the driver sit.

"did you eat lunch yet?" he asked as he started the engin.

You shook your head "it's kinda early." you checked your watch "it's 10:53.”

“what did you eat this morning?"

"cereals." your answered making Yoongi hummed.

He drove for awhile, but not taking the direction for your house.

“where are we going?" you asked confused.

"company. I don't want to let you alone at home so you're staying with me." he announced.

"don't worry you'll stay with me in my office, there is a little couch so you'll rest there".

"and what about your boss?" he chuckled.

“don't worry he won't mind, i'll just inform him. to be honest we're pretty close. he's the father of one of my closest friends." he answered making you make a "o" face.

⋆⁺₊⋆ * ⋆⁺₊⋆

YOONGI'S OFFICE

"sit there." he pointed toward the couch he talked about earlier.

"your office is cool!" you exclaimed looking around amazed at how clean and neat it was.

"i know." he smirked proudly.

You slapped his shoulder playfully as you went to the couch.

Yoongi sat himself comfortably on his chair.

"i finish this and we'll go grab something to eat yea?" he said eyes glued to his computer.

“good for me"

"rest until i'm do-"

Someone abruptly opened the office's doors interrupting your brother.

“Yoongi! guess who just bought a new ph- oh hi miss y/n!" Jimin smiled as he approached you, taking your hand in his, kissing it softly.

"hi Mr Park, just call me y/n please." you smiled politely.

“oh no, no Mr Park between us, just call me Jimin. I'm your brother's friend, well more like a brother to him so you're literally a little sister for me." Yoongi rolled his eyes at his friend's words making you chuckled.

"what are you doing here?" he asked curiously.

“i picked her up from college." Yoongi muttered.

"oh are your classes over?"

"she was sick." Yoongi spoke again.

“oh really? are you feeling better now? do you need someth-"

"she's fine Jimin."

"i'm not talking to you man, let her speak." Jimin retorted.

"I'm fine Jimin." you smiled a little "i'm just a bit tired.”

"you should rest." he patted your head softly.

"she was about to, but someone disturb our peaceful place." Yoongi sighed as he finally looked up to you.

Someone knocked on the door catching his attention.

“come in."

"hi Yoongi, i'm here to deliver these papers for tomorrow's meeting." the guy announced.

what's his name again? Jan? Jungk.. ah yes Jungkook, you thought to yourself.

He handed Yoongi the sheets before turning toward you.

“yo Jimin what are you d-" Jungkook stopped as he noticed you.

“hi y-y/n.. hm I'll see y'all later." he said before rushing out of the room.

"what's wrong with him these days? ugh anyway, let's go eat! I'm starving!" Jimin whined.

Yoongi shut his computer off, standing up from his chair.

“let's go then." he grabbed his phone before gesturing you to follow them.

—

CAFETERIA

Yoongi, Jimin and you arrived at the cafeteria walking toward a large table where some guys were already sitting.

"hey man!" Hoseok greeted your brother as we reached the table.

"y/n, let me introduce you to the rest of the boys. you already know, Hoseok." you nodded.

"Guys this is my sister y/n.” Yoongi started.

"so him, it's Seokjin-"

"but you can call me Jin. Like you‘ve noticed I'm the most handsome of the group." he said making you chuckled.

“nice to meet you Jin." he smiled.

“same goes for me dear".

"anyway, so Namjoon." the tall man stood up to shake your hand.

"nice to finally meet you y/n. Yoongi talks a lot about you, always nice things." you shook his hand smiling.

"He's like the leader of the group." Jimin commented.

"he's the one always giving us the directions, advices and all when we work together and he's literally the most mature and serious of the group." you acknowledged his words by nodding.

"and finally, Taehyung." Yoongi pointed to the tall and handsome man sitting at the other side of the table.

“he's my best friend." Jimin smiled proudly making Taehyung smiled too.

"He's also the-” you stopped paying attention at the conversation, your heart skipping a beat.

You made eye contact with the man as he stood up from his seat, leaning a little over the table to grab your hand in his delicately.

"it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n". you stared at him, mouth slightly ajar, words caught in your throat as you felt the warmth of his hand enveloping yours.

Taehyung stared at you too, as a little smile gradually adorned his beautiful lips.

"y/n are you okay?" Yoongi lightly shook your arm.

"what? ah hm yea yea I'm good." you turned to your brother, letting Taehyung's hand slid out of yours.

"n-nice to meet you too, Taehyung." you replied timidly avoiding his eyes.

"Ok, let's take our orders, I'm hungry!" Jin whined.

"Come sit next to me y/n.”  Jimin smiled as he pointed to the chair next to his.

You chuckled as you sat there.

Jimin was someone really friendly, always cheering, supporting everyone. He's a bit extroverted. Kind and hardworking too. He's just an angel.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he glared at his overexcited friend. “Jimin I'm warning you.”

"what? can't she sit next to her friend?" he said pouting.

Yoongi just closed his eyes before talking again.

"everyone's already chose? today's on me. tell me your orders, I'll go to the cashier to have your orders and pay.”

—

"so y/n, Yoongi told us you're going to college?" Namjoon started.

"yes. It's actually my last year. I'm studying english and literature. I've also signed to other sub-subjects. You know just a little plus, an option if i can say it like that. The marks won't be counting a lot since they're just minor courses".

"oh that's really interesting!" he exclaimed as he wiped his mouth with his tissue.

"and may I know what are the other subjects? if it's not personal?"

"yes of course. I chose french and art." you smiled genuinely as everyone listened to you attentively.

"french and art?" you heard a deep voice from your right making you turned toward it.

It was Taehyung.

"yes." you affirmed.

"that's .. just wow." he said brushing a stand of his black locks back.

"I love art."

"Tae studied art too when he was in college." Jimin mumbled while munching his food.

"yes. and I really enjoyed it." he added.

"and you study french? It seems amazing, I'm impressed." he said making you smiled shyly.

"Isn't it too difficult?"

"Tae has always dreamt about being able to speak french fluently." Jimin spoke again before gulping his drink.

"oh I see. Well, honestly, french is kinda difficult but not a lot at the same time. I think the most difficult is the conjugation of verbs. The vocabulary is pretty nice, words are pretty easy to pronounce and there are a lot of words which are really similar. There are words which are written differently but you pronounce it the exact same way! It's really confusing at first but it comes with time if you focus on it. Oh and there are words which I find really.. hm, I'll say-"

"romantic." taehyung and you said at the same time looking deep into each other's eyes, your surroundings forgotten as if there were only the two of you.

"yes.” you whispered.

“they are just beautiful and the pronunciation .. it sounds so classic and.. bewitching? I don't know if you get it, I'm bad at explaining things." you slightly pouted without realizing it.

"I understand everything you're saying y/n.”

The way your name rolled out of his tongue made you felt so many things at the same time. Your body warmed up at the way he looked at you.

Admiration perhaps?

You smiled before you felt someone poking your arm softly.

"y/n, do you eat your tangerine?" your brother asked.

“nope, take it." you gave it to him as he thanked you.

Everyone was done eating.

Excepted Jin.

“argh please can you eat faster?" Hoseok sighed impatiently.

"Let me enjoy my dessert dear colleague. Did I disturbed you when you were eating? no. So let me eat in peace." he took his spoon, dipping it into the chocolate fondant, making everyone laughed.

"how do you feel? is your head still spinning?" Yoongi whispered into your ear.

"no I feel much better. I was hungry." you laid your head on his shoulder as he unlocked his phone noticing that-

"guys, kook called me. I'll call him, I'll be back." he stoop up, walking outside the cafeteria leaving you alone with the boys.

You started feeling alone as you started playing with your fingers nervously.

“you don't have to be shy around us y/n, we're your friends now." Hoseok smiled warmly making you smile too.

"thank you." you said softly.

Taehyung couldn't stop but stare at you time to time.

Something about you interested him a lot. The way you talked about things you loved with so much passion stirred something inside of him.

You were someone really interesting.

He liked the way you talked, the way you smiled timidly, he also admired your relationship with your brother.

You were so respectful toward them, and on top of that you were just so pretty.

What he didn't know was that the little glances didn't go unnoticed by Jimin, making the boy smiled.

—

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[nerves-nebula]

Out of curiosity, what would the teetle's favourite amusement park/fair rides be? Part of me thinks Donnie would be more for like, the big spinning swing rides bc its kinda like flying and its also a p chill ride.

The other part of me thinks He'd go on a drop tower bc Leo dared him and it unlocked something unhealthy in his brain that gets him addicted to thrill rides (close to death) so he goes after the sling shots and the insane coasters.

I also feel like if Mikey and Leo get into one of those teacup rides TOGETHER anyone else with them needs out because itll be the 1 (One) Cooperation Time because of their shared goal: Go spinny fast weee weee go so fast go until anyone else with them is hanging on for dear life if someone wouldnt get nauseous from just watching its not fast enough gogogogo.

Why is no one at this amusement park bothering these turtle kids??? Uhhhhh next question dont worry about it.

*has never been to a real amusement park*

i could not even begin to answer this. i dont really see the pleasure in any of these kinds of rides. if i wanted to feel like i was dying i'd call my parents and that doesn't even cost me anything.

yeah so because i don't like amusement park rides, this is something i'd have to think about for a while to figure out the answer to and honestly im not up for that right now.

edit- monster anon has come up with their own theories so im sharing it here:

For that fair park question I can absolutely answer it because I love tiny obscure things that seem completely random but ultimately help build the characters.

First they probably wouldn’t get to go to an amusement park until they’re way older. Mikey and Leo would be hyper competitive with each other over the games and have to take frequent trips to the car to put prizes away and come back.

Raph I feel would be more of a water park guy and even then be more into the lazy river than any high speed rides UNLESS Casey was there. In that case, they’d both be riding all the highest speed rides to see who can ride the most without getting dizzy/vomiting.

Donnie would probably love the 3d fake-coasters that just take you around and shake the cart to make you think it’s dipping and dropping.

There’s also competitive shooter-type coasters that aren’t overwhelmingly fast that I feel they’d all get on to try to see who could get the most points.

They all try park food. Donnie can’t stand any of it because the textures are bad, Mikey gets sick on churros, Leo buys overpriced pizza that makes his stomach upset, and Raph snacks through the whole day without any real “meals”.

[0-r-a-y-0]

Sick Day— Romantic #8/Brotherly Love #1

In which: Nick is sick and Jasper comes over to take care of him

Holy shit I love Jasper he’s so pookie wookie

I’m also thinking of also writing platonic Nick x reader and brotherly love oneshots (NOT incest, that’s weird) but idk so lmk what you think and give requests on my pinned post :)

I don’t know how I feel about this one ngl…

Warnings: Passing out/Fainting, Nausea

Today hasn’t been good so far. Nick woke up with a migraine and stuffy nose; his throat oddly sore. He stirs in his bed for a moment, not caring to even get out of bed. But knowing today being Thursday, they would have to film…and Nick would have to edit it.

The thought of doing anything seemed dreadful, painful almost. He felt like shit. Maybe worse than that. Also Jasper, his boyfriend, was supposed to be coming over today and would be in the car video with him. Fuck, Nick didn’t think he would survive.

He sits up, feeling lightheaded and dizzy, he squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose in attempt to wash the dizziness away.

Eventually, he gets up, nausea finding it’s way to the pit of his stomach. Now he feels like he can’t move. His stomach aches and he suddenly feels like everything left in him will be forcefully pushed out of him by vomit. Still, he makes his way out the room and into the living room and kitchen. Usually he would be the first awake but knowing the condition he’s in currently, he’s not surprised to see both his brothers up and running in the kitchen.

“Morning Nick.” Chris greets.

“Morning.” He mumbled in reply.

“You don’t look so good, Nick. You okay?” Matt asked.

The boy nods, looking down to avoid the light and giving him more of a migraine. “I’m fine, just have a headache.” He half-lied, his voice coming out hoarse due to his sore, dry throat.

Nick sneezed into his arm, almost toppling over, Chris holding his shoulder. “What are your symptoms?” Matt wondered.

“Headache, sore throat, stuffed nose, and nausea.” Nick listed, he couldn’t tell them about the dizzy and lightheadedness; they’d probably freak, and that’s the last thing he wanted to hear today.

“Okay, it’s probably just a normal cold. Have you taken your temperature yet?” He asked.

Nick shakes his head, Chris guiding him to the couch. “Okay, well let’s do that real quick, then we can find out if you got a fever.” The boy replied, comfortingly rubbing his shoulder before heading to the bathroom.

Nick pulls his hood over his head and lays on Chris’s shoulder, feeling lightheaded once again. Matt comes back with some medicine and the thermometer and sits on the opposite side of Nick.

“Hey, open your mouth.” Matt instructs. Nick slightly parts his mouth, letting Matt slip in the thermometer.

After he takes the thermometer out, Nick gets up. “Okay, I’m going back to sleep now.”

“Wait, you need to take medicine first. You got a fever, and you’re walking all funny.” Chris claimed.

“No, no. I hate that medicine, and the thought of putting anything in my mouth makes me gag.” Nick sassily replied. “So, if you want me to take anything, then you’ll have to melt it and inject it into my bloodstream because I’m not taking jack-shit.”

“Okay, just get some rest. Let us know how you feel when you wake back up.” Matt says.

And with that, Nick closes his door and lays back down onto his bed. It was unbelievably comfy, Nick couldn’t help but drift off and fall back asleep within seconds; and not even caring to cover himself up with his comforter.

All morning Jasper has been texting Nick. Not a single reply. He didn’t even open them or read them. Which, had Jasper worried. He didn’t do anything to make Nick upset, and even if he was mad, he always read his text messages. He needed to know what time to go over to their place so they could film. Jasper didn’t have Matt or Chris’s number either so he couldn’t just message them.

Quickly, Jasper grabs his keys and hurried to his car, trying to get to the Sturniolo’s as fast as possible. To say he was worried would be the understatement of the century. This behavior was so unlike Nick and he needed to know what was wrong with his boyfriend.

He gripped onto the wheel as tight as possible in attempt to keep his nerves down. He hands sweated, biting his nails whenever he would be at a stop sign or red light.

Finally, he makes it to his destination. Practically leaping out his car, he urgently knocks on the door. Chris answers.

“Hey Jasper, wassup?” He greets.

“Is Nick okay? I was supposed to come over today to film with you guys but he hasn’t even read any of my text messages!” He vented, panic in his voice.

“Hey, he’s alright. He’s just sick.” Chris answers.

“He was pretty rough though. He was all out of it and he wasn’t walking right.” Matt added, moving out the way to let Jasper in. “He’s been sleeping for the past couple hours, I think he’d be happy to see you when he wakes up.”

“Okay, thanks.” Jasper responded, rushing to Nick’s room.

Nick wakes up to the sound of someone closing his door. He shifts, not wanting to wake up quite yet. But nonetheless, he opens his eyes and sees his boyfriend standing beside him.

“Hey bae.” Nick muttered, lazily waving and closing his eyes again.

“Hey hun, how you feeling?” Jasper asked.

“Not good.” He answered, slowly shaking his head.

“Yeah I can tell. Here, let’s sleep for a little longer alright?” The other suggested, sitting beside him on the bed and running his hand down Nick’s pale skin.

“No, no. Don’t wanna go back to sleep.” Nick mumbled, sitting up and laying his head on Jasper’s shoulder.

“Did you take any medicine?” Jasper wondered.

He shakes his head again, feeling the other pull the blanket over him. “Maybe you should do that then.”

“No. That medicine is nasty.” Nick complained.

“But it’ll make you feel better, and that’s all that matters.” Jasper said, getting off the bed. Nick gets up the follow but stops in his tracks due to the room spinning and feeling lightheaded.

“You okay, hun?” He asked.

Nick nods, his hand being pressed up to his head. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little dizzy.”

“Maybe you should lay down, I’ll make you soup and bring you the medicine.” Jasper persuaded.

“No, I’m fine.” Nick mustered out.

“Alright, but you’re at least going to lay down on the couch. You’re going to get your brothers sick if you go around touching things.” He scolded.

“I could get you sick too, you know.” The redhead replied.

“We can rot in bed together if I get sick as well.” Jasper excused. “Now go lay down on the couch while I make you some soup.”

Nick didn’t respond, only doing what he was told. He was still really dizzy, his head feeling heavy and not being able to hold it up any longer. As he makes his way to the couch, if he’s even walking in the right direction, everything goes black.

“NICK?!” Jasper screamed, rushing to his side and dragging him onto the couch.

“What happened?!” Matt asked, rushing in when he heard the scream.

“I was going to make him soup but he didn’t want to be left alone in the bedroom so I told him he could go lay on the couch and he just fainted before he could make it.” He explained in harsh breaths.

“Hey, he’s going to be alright. Breathe with me.” The boy calmly responds, taking slow, deep breaths. Jasper follows along when Chris walks in.

“What’s the screaming about?” He wondered.

“Nick fainted.” Matt simple answers, getting up when Jasper was calm.

“WHAT?!” Chris yelled. “You seem oddly calm about this.”

“I’m freaking out, dude.” Matt says. “Let’s try shaking him, someone go get him a water.”

Chris goes to the kitchen and grabs water out the fridge, bringing it back as fast as possible. “Hey, Nick wake up.” He demanded, shaking him lightly.

After a bit more of calling his name and shaking, his eyes finally open. They all sigh in relief.

Nick tries to get up but Jasper only lightly pushes him back down. “No, you just fainted. You’re going to lay here while I make you soup and get some medicine in you.” Jasper commands. “Here, drink some water.”

Matt grabs the medicine and gives it to him. “Take it.” He demands.

“You know I can grab my own medicine and take care of myself, right?” Nick asked, still taking the pills. “I don’t need you guys to baby me.”

“Nobody is babying you. You just passed out, we don’t want you getting up and having the same thing happen.” Chris explained.

“I’m fine. I’m just a little sick. You act like I don’t get sick literally all the time.” He replied, swallowing the pill and chugging water afterwards.

“We just want to make sure you’re okay. We don’t want to baby you, hun.” Jasper claimed.

Nick yawns. “I’m going back to sleep.” He states, sitting up and getting off the couch. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to faint again.”

He coughs into his arm, he throat aching as he sniffled. He walks back into his bedroom, Jasper following behind and closing the door once he entered the room.

“Want to cuddle while you nap again?” Jasper asked.

“I’m a little warm but sure.” Nick mumbled, somehow shivering before he pulled the covers over himself and the boy next to him.

“Just relax babe, you’re going to be okay.” Jasper comforts, holding Nick close.

With the care of Jasper and his brothers throughout the rest of the day, he was almost fully recovered the next morning. But, when he was getting ready for the day, he heard harsh coughs coming from the boy still in bed. Nick sighs, knowing that he would have to take care of his boyfriend. Though, he doesn’t mind, after all, Jasper took care of him yesterday.

“I’ll go get the thermometer and medicine.” He said to himself, knowing that today would be filled with coughing, sneezing, and staying in bed.

[knoxvillesjackass]

drunk in love - j.k

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 (𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑥) 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

words; 957

“I think you oughta come and pick her up.”

I clung to the shoulder of my best friend and followed her movements as we made our way through the crowded club. Bodies swayed to the beat of the music.

“How drunk is she?” I heard Johnny ask through the phone, and a wave of guilt washed over me when I remembered how I’d promised him, that I wouldn’t get too drunk.

“On a scale of one to ten; a solid fifteen,” my friend spoke, and I shamefully had to agree; I was practically incompetent.

“Alright, just stay with her. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Can I talk to her?” Johnny asked, and as we exited the club, I felt the cold breeze send shivers down my spine.

My friend handed me the phone, and I was immediately met with Johnny’s stern yet worried voice.

“I thought we had a deal?” he asked, and I sighed.

“Deals don't count when you're drunk,” I managed to slur out, and only if I had been sober, would I have realised that, that sentence made zero sense.

“J-Just don’t hang up the phone. Keep talking to me, alright?” Johnny asked, and just as I was about to agree to his terms, I was approached by an unfamiliar voice.

“Do you want my jacket? You can borrow it.”

I turned around and stared into the hazel eyes of a young man. He looked to be around my age. He was also drunk.

“I-I’m good!” I yelled. Even though we were standing outside of the club, the music from inside was still overpowering our voices.

“Who’s that, Y/N?” Johnny asked, worried with a tint of jealousy roaming in his voice.

I didn't respond, but instead, I turned away from the stranger, only to discover that Brianna, my best friend, was no longer by my side.

“What's your name?” The stranger asked. This time, his cold hand landed on my shoulder. His touch wasn't aggressive or forceful, but it still caused me to turn around.

“My name is Y/N,” my drunken self foolishly believed, that the man was simply trying to make a friend.

“Y/N, who are you talking to?” Johnny asked, this time louder.

When I attempted to correct my short dress that had been crawling up my thigh, I managed to lose my balance and drop the phone in my hand.

“Shit!”

In an eager attempt to fix the damage, I leaned down and tried to pick up the now shattered phone from the ground, but the quick movement made me dizzy, and I felt all the alcohol shift around in my stomach, slowly making its way up my throat.

My hands went to my mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent what happened next; I choked, shut my eyes, bent down and groaned as a thin rush of fluid swarmed my mouth and splashed down on the pavement.

“Shh, baby girl. You're alright.”

It wasn't the voice I had hoped to hear, instead, the same man, whose name I didn't even know, placed a hand on my lower back and pulled my hair behind my head.

My eyes were watery, and my throat was on fire as I stood up again and shook my head. I was dizzy and cold, and the man, whose intentions were suddenly clearer than ever, did not help my situation.

“Let me take you home, baby girl.”

His voice was perverted and sick, and although my pleas for him to just leave me alone were loud and clear, he did not budge one bit.

“I-I have a boyfriend. Please, just leave me alone,” I hiccuped and prayed for Johnny to show up.

Like an angel sent from the sky, the familiar black rover pulled up in front of me, and from inside the car, Johnny must've noticed your pleading eyes, because he jumped out of the car and stormed straight towards the guy, whose grip was wrapped around my wrist.

A single punch square in the jaw was all it took for the intoxicated man to hit snooze right there on the pavement.

Johnny wasn't an aggressive individual and he’d never enjoyed fighting people, but when it came to the people he loved, it was a different story.

“You hung up the phone?” Johnny asked me and took his jacket off, wrapping it around your freezing body.

I stretched out my arm and pointed toward the smashed phone on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” I spoke and Johnny sighed sympathetically. “Oh, baby,” he hushed and recognised my emotions shifting.

I had a tendency to become rather childish whenever I was drunk.

Shamefully, a tantrum was not an unusual scene after I’d had a couple of drinks.

Luckily, Johnny was always good at taking care of me, but at times I wondered; how on earth did he manage to keep up with my temper?

“Let's get you in the car,” Johnny spoke, but I remembered that Brianna was still in there, and I'd just smashed her phone.

“N-No, I need to find Brianna!” I slurred and tried to break from Johnny’s grip, but it was no use.

“I called Tom. He's on his way here. It's alright.”

Tom, who was one of Johnny’s best friends — and Brianna’s husband, was the one to introduce Brianna and me.

“But, I shattered her phone,” I frowned guiltily and felt hot tears stinging in the corner of my eyes.

My emotions were bolstered by the alcohol and the temper of a little child was revealed.

But Johnny, who had the patience of a saint, merely grabbed me firmly and swiftly swooped me off the ground, one arm under my legs, the other supporting my back.

“What about Br-”

“Brianna is fine, Y/N.”

Johnny shut me up and walked to the passenger side of the car.

In a swift moment, Johnny managed to remove his one hand from under my leg, suddenly supporting my whole body weight with only one arm as he opened the car door with his free hand.

He placed me in the seat and strapped me in as if I was two years old, and closed the car door carefully.

“You feeling okay?” Johnny asked and settled in the driver's seat.

I didn't respond. My whole world was spinning, and I felt like a newborn baby, barely able to keep my head up.

Johnnt reached into the backseat and handed me a bottle of water, along with a bag of my favourite crisps.

“You're the best,” I sighed and looked at Johnny. He placed a warm hand on my thigh and rubbed it lovingly.

“Try and get some sleep, yeah?” Johnny said, and I nodded, placing my hand on top of Johnny’s, allowing myself to completely doze off.

[larabiatasstuff]

Part two 🖤

Terry helped my out of the car and carried me upstairs to our bedroom. He carefully lay me down on the bed. "Oh my poor sweetheart, let's get you changed into something more comfy." he took off my clothes and helped me into my pyjama. "Alright come here sweetheart, there you go. Do you need another pillow? Or a blanket?" I slowly shook my head. "My stomach feels weird..." and before I could finish my sentence I felt that I had to throw up, Terry acted fast and grabbed a paper bin and held it for me. Tears were running down my face and I had trouble breathing between throwing up. "Shhhh it's okay sweetheart try to stay calm. Take deep breaths, yes just like that. Let everything out you'll feel much better afterwards." when I finished I fell back onto my pillow, completely exhausted and my throat sore. Terry took a towel and cleaned my mouth. Then he put a cold, wet washcloth on my forehead. I sighed at the sensation." Get some rest my love. Call me if you need something I'm preparing some tea and some chicken soup for you later okay?" "Thank you..." that was everything I said before drifting to sleep. When I woke up Terry was sitting by my side reading a book. "Hey sweetheart how do you feel?" "I'm thirsty..." Terry took a glass from the nightstand. "Here sweetheart I mixed some medicine for your stomach into the water. It will help you with the cramps and keeps you from throwing up." I took the glass and drank it completely. "Thank you Terry, what would I do without you?" he gave me a warm smile and stroke my hair. "Don't think about it sweetheart you're the love of my life of course I take care of you when you're sick. You'd do the same for me. Are you hungry?" "Yes I'm starving actually." he chuckled "Alright, I'll get you some chicken soup I made while you were sleeping." "You made your chicken soup for me? That's so sweet of you thank you so much." "Anything for my love. I'll be right back." he left the room and returned moments later with a tray with a steaming bowl of soup. It smelled so good. He put it on the nightstand and helped me sit up. "Come here lean a bit forward, okay is it comfy?" "Yes, thank you."then he put the tray on my lap." Be careful sweetheart it's still hot. " I started eating and it tasted amazing Terry was a really good cook especially when it came to his famous chicken soup he always made when I was sick or just feeling unwell." I can't eat much more. It tasted amazing." " I'm glad you liked it. You already have a little color. Are you feeling better?". "Yes and it's because of you Terry. I'm still feeling a little exhausted and dizzy but the weird feeling in my stomach is gone." he put a hand on my forehead again. "Well you still have a fever so you're staying in bed and I get you anything you need okay?" he brought the dishes back into the kitchen and came back with a cup of tea. "Alright, do you need something else?" he asked "Yeah could you maybe lie with me for a while? I could really need your company." "Of course sweetheart, let me just change into my pyjama and I'll join you." after that Terry climbed into the bed, pulling me close to his body "Terry I don't want you to get sick." "I will not stay away from you because of a little flu. You need me so if I get sick it's absolutely worth it.I love you Y/N nothing will ever keep me away from you." "Thank you so much Terry, I love you too."

[sicjimin]

I love you work so much your amazing!! May I have 79 And 63 for a queasy yoongi. Some type of motion sickness. You can pick the caretaker.

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a.n : i think i got carried away with this one ....... but thank you anon for the request and for liking my works :) hope you like this one too !

63 : i feel like i could puke at any second, but other than that i'm great & 79 : No.. i think i'm gonna—

tw : emeto, graphic description of vomiting

"Are you okay, Yoongichi?", Seokjin frowns as he watched the younger beside him shift uncomfortably on his seat for the last 5 minutes. His hand fidgeting on his lap, sometimes its brushing over his lips for a good minute before back on his thighs again. Not to mention the number of quiet groans and huffing that he let out too.

And Seokjin has known the younger for too long, being roommate and sharing car rides—he has gone through lots of odds with Yoongi.

And he had a hunch with this one.

"Do you have any water hyung?", Yoongi finally speaks up, completely ignoring the older question earlier. He lifts his head slowly, and pulls down his mask.

Seokjin hums, rummaging through his bag and gives one to the rapper. He watched him intently as Yoongi takes a small sip. Slowly count his breath.. and take another small sip.

Yoongi keeps the bottle close, leaning back on his seat and closing his eyes. "Stop looking at me like that hyung ... i'm fine", he grunts as he still could feel the older burning holes on his forehead.

"Cut the crap, Yoongi", Seokjin snorts, " You're still not feeling well, hm?"

Yoongi groans. His hyung is always finds it easy to read him. It feels like Yoongi is an open book for him.

"Mhm", Yoongi gives up. His mind goes back to few minutes earlier when he run to the toilet to throw up a little bit of his breakfast and coffee in the middle of their run bts shooting—he hates VCR with all his fibers. He swore he never play VCR again in his life.

And don't blame him to have weak stomach and being prone to motion sickness. It's not his fault !

Yoongi huffs. Felt the dizziness that has latched on him since earlier tenfold with the motion of the car—and it's starting to affect his stomach too. He was sure he was already empty after throwing up earlier, but why did he still feel so queasy?

He opens the bottle and takes a small sip again to wash the sicky feeling that crawls up to his throat.

The water falls heavy on his stomach.

"What are you feeling right now?", Seokjin pesters, " Should i prepare a bag?"

Yoongi moans, pressing his fist on his lips as he quietly gags into his palm. His stomach jumps at the image of throwing up. "Don't say that"

Seokjin chuckles, "You look a little green, Yoongi-ah, i'm just taking cautionary measures"

Yoongi grunts, their hand still not leaving his mouth. He spends the next minutes swallowing thick liquid that has pooled on the back of his throat furiously.

Seokjin sighs, rummaging in his bag again. Knowing well what gonna happen sooner or later. He pressed the bag on Yoongi's grips—gaining a huff from the younger before it crumples against Yoongi's palms as he fidgets over it.

 "It's better to get it over, you know?"

Yoongi moaned, feeling the nausea has wrapped him like a blanket, "Dont encourage me hyung" 

Seokjin laughs, patting his thigh to comfort the other as he continues to rub Yoongi's knee. They back into silence, and Seokjin can tell when the nausea subsides by the sudden decrease of fidgeting from the younger. Yoongi's hands falling limp and not longer crumpling the bag intensely. A soft smile forms on the eldest face, watching the way Yoongi looks so much calmer now. He turns his gaze back to the window, watching the building passing by. They still have 20 minutes before they can reach the comfort of his apartment.

And maybe they can got home with no scratch—no vomiting involved.

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Seokjin didn't know when exactly he falls asleep. He stirs awake, confused because the low noises from the radio has mixed with other sounds—like ...

"Shit, Yoongi", He sits up straight, scooting closer to the younger seat as Yoongi breathes heavily and then bent forward, gagging wetly over the bag. 

"Yoongi, what happened??", Seokjin asks as he leans forward. He watches as Yoongi shifts a little, scrunching his face when his stomach twist and sends another gag echoes through the car. He gasps, shuddering, "No .. i'm gonna—"

Seokjin gapes, quickly massaging the vomiting man's nape when a gush of thick brown liquid gurgles from Yoongi's pale lips—plopping audibly against the bag. Yoongi didn't even have time to catch a breath before the second wave hits. He jerks forward, more vomit pouring out and filling the bag in a rapid pace. He coughs and shuddered as his stomach hurts from the contraction, and some of it even got out from his nose.

Yoongi pants and spits, still not daring to lift his head as he knows there's more to come. "Hyung .. tissue..", he croaks out, mumbling over the coated bag, shakily takes the soft materials from the older, and drapes them over his nose and lips. He feels disgusted—he's hot and sweaty all over.

"Are you done, Yoongi-ah?", Seokjin worriedly asks, brushing the rapper's long hair, and tucking it behind his ear as he breathes heavily.

Yoongi shakes his head, pressing his trembling palm over his churning belly before tightening his grip on the bag. He feels another round incoming—his shoulders shook with a silent heave, and he bent closer to the bag ; head almost hitting the driver seat. He opened his mouth with a noise somewhere between a belch and a gag, then gave a stronger nauseating belch, and a flood of chunky vomit spray out again.

"Aahh", he moaned and coughed when there came a lull, but did not have time to catch his breath before an even deeper heave made him lower his head and throw up again.

Seokjin sighs, worried at the pace and how sicky Yoongi is throwing up right now. How the younger muscles contract against his palm .. it's painful to him. He feels helpless, adding more pressure when he rubs his back, switching between massaging his nape and patting his back when he feels his roommate choke on a particular wave. "Yoongichi .. breathe, you're hurting yourself", he murmurs once in a while, but seems futile as it drowns with gag and retch.

It feels like hours for Yoongi—and Seokjin's hearts when nausea finally subsides, leaving the rapper to fall limp into his seat and catch his breath. He hissed in pain—everything is in pain. His stomach, his throat ... and strangely, the queasiness is still there.

"Are you feeling better?", he heard his hyung asks, while taking the vomit-filled bag from his grips. He mumbles a small thankyou, taking a shaky sip to cool down his throat, " A little"

"Hang in there, we're almost arrived, okay?", Seokjin gives a gentle squeeze on his shoulder.

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The drive only lasts 10 minutes, but it's agonizing for Yoongi. Something is wrong with him—he knows this is more than motion sickness.

He barely makes it out of the car, completely forgets (and can not) to say thankyou to the manager that drives them there, and barely manage to take all his belongings as he scrambles to get out of the car, hunched, with his right hand clamping his mouth tight. His palm is already wet with vomit when he heaves into it just a few minutes before the car stop. He dizzily runs around the car, targeting the bush in front of their apartment, and scoots down over there. He winces when he sees pale brown watery vomit splatters on the green as he let his palms drop and his mouth hang open. He presses his arms against his swirling stomach. It causes him to burp up a mouthful of water. He gasps, before swaying forward again—spraying bigger stream of water from his lips. He almost lost his footing if it was not because Seokjin grips his shoulder.

Yoongi barely makes out whatever Seokjin's concern or words that the older voice out ; only manages to feel the older touch as he once again massaged his nape to help him throw out water after water that remained in his stomach.

"Fuck ...", Yoongi breathes out as he spits for the last time. His stomach already twists painfully from keep contracting when it's empty. ".. Hurts"

"Can you stand up?", Seokjin asks worriedly.

Yoongi nods, swaying on his feet as he stands up—hunched, keeping his arms protectively crossing against his stomach. He let the older guide him inside, and immediately tossed himself curled over the couch. Not even caring to change clothes or even take off his shoes.

He can worry about that later. He just wants the world to stop spinning and his stomach to stop churning.

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"How are you feeling?", Seokjin quietly asks as he trudges in with medicine and water.

Yoongi grunts, curling himself smaller under his blanket—not wanting to open his eyes to meet the older gaze and not daring to open his mouth to answer or make a single noise.

Or he gonna throw up the soup he just ate few hours earlier.

He grunts, feeling the bed shift, and then someone tapping his covered feet. Annoyingly. "Yoongichi, don't sleep yet. You need to take your meds again"

Yoongi shut his eyes tight, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat at the image of gulping medicine.

"No .. i already feel better. I don't need more med—", he gag, and rushing to the bathroom.

And if Seokjin rolls his eyes at that, and makes a mental note to drag his stubborn roommate to the doctor later. Yoongi doesn't manage to know.

[shyspider]

I appreciate it, but I like reading your writing. I just need to work up to read *spicy* chapters. Which, because I haven't read in a while and haven't been 100% myself, I can't currently do, unfortunately 😔

Plus, my memory is shot enough that I am gonna end up rereading both books so I can tell clearly what's going on, lol. I do love authors like you who make the *spice* optional, and I do tend to take that option quite often, but I will readily admit its typically with far more /human/ characters that I do so with. History and all that, lol.

It's just been a really funky time, and a more physically taxing job is making my poor immune system laugh maniacally. With how companies tend to ask that you essentially work yourself to death, I have been making poor decisions. As in, continuing to go in to work, despite the fact that I am immediately going to bed sick every time I get home. I got sent home today because being too dizzy to stand properly still, whilst simultaneously having absolutely zero thermoregulation, is not good when working in a warehouse. Sorry for dumping in your inbox, same as when I am too excited, I am currently lacking social awareness of if this is appropriate or not.

Having said that, sorry again for just dumping all this on you, I am so far out kf it that I really don't even know if I am properly awake or not.

~Smooch

Social awareness be damned. I may overstep here, but I'll regret it more if I don't share with you something personal about me. What you said is a little triggering, because I nearly worked myself to death for a company that didn't care about my health. It sounds like you're burning out, if not already burnt out. Not trying to diagnose anything, but what you're saying sounds very familiar.

I'm going to ramble under the cut. Let's dump on each other, together.

It sounds crazy, but most of what you've said sounds like what I went through with my last job. It burned me out to where I was a completely different person. I lost interest in the things that made me happy and I stopped caring about my health. I had chronic ocular migraines, constant stomach pains, and I hated myself. I was not in a good mental space. I was burnt out.

No one gave me the help I needed or told me what to look for, or what was available to me. No one told me about FMLA, or medical leave, or mental health leave. No one told me about health programs to help my autoimmune disorder, or what a toxic work environment was. I didn't know buzzwords like 'harassment' and a 'hostile workplace'. I'd call off, but no one would cover my work, give me shit for being sick all the time, and I never wanted to kick up a fuss because I didn't think I could. I'd sob in my car, both heading to work and leaving. There were so many things I should've done. I had to quit, because it was either my life or my job. I was lucky I had some people to financially help me in between.

This may not be the same for you, but what does sound similar is that you're not thinking of yourself, first. I've made poor decisions and all those choices led up to letting myself get bad. It took 4 years to undo all that. I can go months without a migraine, now. I'm finally in remission. I see a therapist. I actually love myself and feel better and doing the things that interest me. (There are always problems here and there, but nothing like before)

Try your best to make the changes to protect future you. I don't know what kind of company you work for, but learn your options. Protect yourself. If you're able to see a doctor for a chronic condition, get FMLA to protect yourself and your paycheck. See if you are able to take a mental health leave, if you need it. See what EPA programs are available to you. Human Resources (which most companies have) is required to give you this information, but you have to request it. You said you work in a warehouse? Know your rights. My bet, OSHA will have your back.

Take care of yourself now so you don't have to spend years putting yourself back together, later. There is literally only one of you in this world, and you are precious and unique and loved. You don't need to respond. Get some rest. Listen to some music. Think about things.

[bellevvalencia]

I try to be kind

On new year’s eve I partied hard enough to get kicked out of a car going to the province at 7am and drank hard enough to cry and throw up in my mom and dad’s arms again.

I don’t remember most of it except that I was the one laughing the loudest before I broke.

My uncles and aunts have a ritual of getting together in the living room to talk once everyone’s up. Our breakfast was at 3PM, and I had to be alive for it, so I took a shower mindlessly, dizzy, uttering “fuck” under the water every other minute.

The minute I showed myself, all it took was for my dad to say, “Belle, you’re good enough” before everyone erupted laughing. l laughed and ate (tried to) with my shame. I was never going to live it down, but it was the cost of knowing that no matter how hammered I get, my family will move mountains to make sure I wasn’t sleeping in my own mess.

When we got back home to the city and it was just me and my dad, he told me that I wept for an hour in broad daylight, screaming, “I try to be kind, I try, I try,” and asking, “Is it not good enough?”

It’s embarrassing because in my brain’s normal state, I don’t think about it like that. I don’t allow myself to think about it at all, because I know that kindness should be a given, a bare minimum, a default. It shouldn’t get to the point where I question its worth, or where I question if I did it right. I should always be able to do it right.

We both just smiled after he told me. I think I whispered “oh no” before chugging my bottle of water. He knew what I was thinking. He knew I still carried it, even after telling him multiple times that I was done. Even I thought I was done. I am. But when I was two tequila bottles in, I apparently wasn’t. He wasn’t asking me “who hurt you?” because he already knew.

There’s grace in entering the new year sick in different parts of the body: stomach, heart, and brain. I found out, once again, that my mom would always hold my hair back and my dad would always run out for boxes of tissue papers. I spent the entire day in bed with my aunt who drank as much as I did, laughing while we shared ibuprofens and shouted at different people who passed by the door to bring us water or turn the fan off. I slept next to Mamita that night, talking until we all shut down. And I thought that, although I was already in a bargain with God to let me live and take away the nausea, I wouldn’t trade anything else in the world for this.

I love so easily because I was raised with a love that’s so easy. It’s why I fail every time I try to be numb and hard. They make it so simple. Love when you can. Give when you can. Understand when you can. And if it all falls apart, like it usually does, come back with the peace of having given it your all.

So I try to be kind. I try, I try, I try.

I’m drunk and I feel every beat of my heart in my bones, and I try to be kind.

I’m hurt and I feel every gush of blood in my chest, and I try to be kind.

I’m lied to and I feel every tear of their words in my soul, and I try to be kind.

I’m left behind and I feel every inch of empty space on my skin, and I try to be kind.

If you love the way that I do, people will feel it when they lose you. Because you stop trying. I don’t stop trying until I feel there’s nothing left. And most of the time, I don’t let myself run out. But the moment I do, I do what I hate the most and fade away. But I’ll fade away kindly. I’ll let you win and I’ll let you be the one who would deserve more. I’ll let you be the one who I didn’t give enough chances to after all. I’ll let you tell everyone that I was cold and mean and exhausting. I’ll let you hate me. I’ll let you walk away.

I try to be kind. I try, I try, I try.

[vanderlustwords]

What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending

Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.

Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL

Count: ~2.3k

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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.

You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.

You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.

But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.

"You alright?"

You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.

You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.

"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.

Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"

"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.

"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.

The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.

But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.

"Everything's fine," you mumble.

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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.

There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.

When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.

The reality of your situation began to hit you.

You were pregnant.

With Steve's child.

Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.

The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.

You were alone, and you were scared.

What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.

You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.

There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?

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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.

Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.

Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.

The smell of it made you deathly pale.

"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.

You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."

"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."

The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.

You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You took off to the bathroom in haste.

"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.

"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."

The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.

He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.

Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.

He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.

He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.

"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"

You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.

Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.

There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.

There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.

But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.

"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."

Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.

There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.

Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?

"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."

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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.

Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.

Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.

"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."

"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"

"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.

"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.

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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."

"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.

You sighed with a smile.

You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.

Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.

When you look up, your heart stops.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.

You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.

"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.

You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.

"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.

Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.

You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.

But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.

"When did you know?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.

"Why? So you would stay?"

"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.

The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.

"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."

"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."

"No, you just didn't love me enough."

The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.

The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.

"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.

"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"

"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"

Your eyes flash angrily.

"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."

Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.

"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."

Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.

He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.

But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.

It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.

Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.

"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.

You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."

You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.

The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.

"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.

"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."

"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.

"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."

Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.

It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.

This dress is karma, too.

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sick day >♡<

notes: tee hee hello everyone!! happy late new year! I wanted to wait until I redid some of my blog stuff [theme, tags, etc.] but I'm very indecisive so it's taking far too long! I wrote this while sick this past week and so it's not very well edited but it's something lmao!

warnings: illusions to vomiting but no specific descriptions, being sick

AKAASHI-

♡your stomach turned as soon as you attempted to wake up in the morning. your boyfriend, akaashi, was already at work by the time you woke up. You try everything you can, you took a hot shower, take medicine, ate a little breakfast, and attempt to get to work. However, as soon as you were about to leave your small apartment your stomach decided the restroom would be a much better place to be. as you cleaned your face you called your boss, called in sick for the day, and texted akaashi.

<3: You're sick?

you: yes keji :( I called in sick from work and plan on just staying home today.

<3: I'll be home soon.

♡about 20 minutes later you hear the door open, grocery bags rustling, adding some much-needed noise to the near-silent apartment.

"Y/N? where are you?"

"in the room keji!" you called out. your voice was a little hoarse from the visit to the basin of the toilet this morning. As soon as akaashi came in you can tell he was focused.

"I brought everything you need y/n, medicine, food for when your stomach issues subside, tea, blankets, I also got you a cold towel since you are probably burning up-"

"keji." he turned his head to look at you,

"yes?"

"I love you, thank you." he lightly laughed through his nose, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

"you have no reason to thank me. I love you as well," a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, "but if you think this is going to get you out of your medicine you are sorely mistaken."

"keji!!"

ATSUMU-

♡everything was fine until you got to work. you brushed the dizzy feeling that set in as you began the workday, 'there is a storm coming in, that's probably why' you concluded with yourself. after about an hour of work, the dizziness didn't subside, and instead your hands began to shake, and the piercing headache set in entirely.

as you got up to get some water you're head began to spin and before you knew it you're eyesight went dark.

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it wasn't a busy day at the office and considering the fact you had fainted for a few minutes your boss was going to send you home. your co-worker was going to grab your stuff left at your desk as your phone pinged.

tsum tsum <3: your boss called me, I'm on my way to pick you up. I don't want you driving okay? we can get your car later.

you: atsumu you don't have to skip practice. I know it's important to be there :(

tsum tsum <3: y/n I promise it's okay. I love you and I'll see you soon

♡shortly, atsumu walked into the office and guided you to the car.

"What happened baby?" Atsumu asked once you were in the car. you explained the whole story, atsumu's eyebrows beginning to furrow. "Why didn't ya' call or text me? I would've come to help."

"Because I didn't think it was much to worry about Atsumu. I'm sorry" you frowned and looked out the window. Atsumu sighed softly

"Ya' don't have to apologize Y/N. and you are always someone I worry about. I love ya' too much to not"

OSAMU-

♡samu' had been sick just a few days before. he never gets affected by being sick but that didn't mean you weren't susceptible to any lurking illness. you woke up to osamu rustling around in the kitchen, you could smell the warm coffee as it brewed throughout the calm apartment.

as you ventured out, blanket wrapped around your shivering frame. 'is it colder than usual this morning?' you thought to yourself as you entered the kitchen. osamu was buying himself and you stood to admire him. he chuckled lightly to himself "Good morning Y/N."

you cleared your froggy throat "G-*ahem* Good Morning Samu" this caused his attention to snap towards you. His eyes widened and he shook his head. "what's wrong?" you asked him as he shut off the stove.

he began to push you back towards your room "I told you not to worry about me Y/N and now you're sick too!" He chastised you lightly and began to prep your bed with a warm towel for your head. He gestured at you harshly to lie down. You followed his guidance teasing him for being so particular.

"I'm going to take your temperature Y/N" He said as he held up the small thermometer that went under your tongue. You giggled and he sighed "Y/N please hold still" he smiled lightly as you called down enough to take your temperature.

"Just as I thought!" Osamu huffed as he looked at the thermometer, "You're running a fever. Lie down and I'll be right back" As you lied down he went and brought you breakfast, along with the medicines you recognized from when he was sick. "Thank you for taking care of me." You smiled at him.

He kissed your cheek and sighed, "It's only fair love. You take such good care of me always. This is the least I can do"

property of angelicstrwbrry 2022, reblogs are appreciated, stolen writing is not!!

I also wanted to say I'm so thankful for 500 followers! I passed that milestone right after the new year and just couldn't process it <3 I love you all so much :> I probably won't do an event for it just because I get behind but maybe I can do one at 550 !!

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Thyme x Gorya Short Fic

I’m sick of the lack of Thyme Gorya fanfiction so I did a thing 😭 so sorry for any grammar/spelling errors

Just an FYI- Her brother was crashing in the living room, binging anything and everything he could find since it was a Friday night.

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“What are you thinking about?” She questioned softly, rolling over in bed and switching the phone to rest on her right ear.

It was the same phone he pressed into her hands earlier today, his expression both defiant and pleading at her initial refusal to accept it.

He had yet to answer her question.

“Thyme?” Her heart seemed to react on its own, fluttering at his whispered name in the darkness of her room.

“You,” he rasped. His voice was raw, like his mind hadn’t fully decided to answer her before his lips formed the confession.

Something warm and unfamiliar spread through her stomach and the flutters in her heart took flight.

“What-what about me?”

“You like Ren.”

It wasn’t a question and it filled her with anxiety.

Why would he say that? Why in this moment? Why in that voice? Was he trying to say he’d step back?

She didn’t-

Damnit.

She didn’t know what she felt for Ren anymore, but he never gave her this dizzying, frustrating, vibrant feeling that pulsed through her when she was with Thyme.

“Thy-“

“You like Ren,” he interrupted, “but I can’t be the bigger person here Gorya, at least not yet.” He exhaled a shaky breath and continued.

“I want to be a better person. For you, for me, for everyone I care about. You make me need to be better. Someone you would be proud to have standing by your side. I’ve been selfish my entire life and I don’t want to be that way anymore. I’ll do everything in my power to be selfless in everything that I do. But,” she closed her eyes when he paused, “but not with this. Not with you. I don’t know if that makes me a terrible person or a terrible friend, but I won’t give you up. Not to him or anyone else. This is the only thing I can’t be selfless with. Because if being the bigger person means losing you, then I can’t be that person.”

Her breathing was erratic, unable to control itself in the face of his honesty.

“Thyme,” his name was almost a plea. The anxiety that filled her earlier was replaced with a frantic need to see him, to feel his hands engulf hers.

Or maybe she needed to hit him. For giving her emotional whiplash, for being an idiot, for making her fall deeper into this big, scary, unknown feeling that’s threatening to change her life to it’s very core.

She wasn’t sure why she needed to see him, all she knew was that she just wanted to be with him in this moment.

“Hmmm?” He hummed.

“I hate you,” she sniffed, “I hate you so so much.”

He chuckled softly. “I kno-“

“Don’t,” it was her turn to interrupt, “don’t give me up. I need you to keep being selfish with this. Please.”

Her confession shocked them then both- what it implied, the weight it carried- and the lingering silence grew heavy.

“Thyme?”

“I’m coming to see you,” His abrupt response was followed by the sounds of movement and rustling clothes.

“What?” She scrambled to sit upright, her heart pounding in excitement and fear, “now? You can’t!” Her whispered yell still seemed too loud for her quiet, sleeping home.

“I’m already out the house.”

“Thyme, you idiot, go back inside.”

He didn’t respond but she heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming

“Thyme I swear to god if you show up here I will murder you!”

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That was how the midnight moon remembered them, childish and bickering.....and already so in love, though neither seemed to realize it yet.

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You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

AN: so this was a story i have had in my drafts for like three months and just never found motivation to finish it. i decided to finish this first out of my drafts because it was one of the ones that had the most already written for it. unlike some of my others that don't have much written yet. and this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and ended the end with no dialogue and shorted the story. but i guess that's fine because the main part of this was the uber incident and not necessary the aftercare. (i just love to always include aftercare whether its with sex or getting sick. unless its a blurb) @harryhoney-bee suggested number 1. on my voting post so thank you for requesting i finish this one shot idea that was in my drafts.

This story contains: puke, drunken person, caring husband

{ husband!harry - dad!harry - Grammys 2021 Harry - 4 kids (any age you imagine) }

word count: 1765

When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.

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Back Story-

After the Grammys, Harry and I decided to go to the little after party that was being held for the Grammy attendees. We knew we couldn't stay too long because we had to get back home to our kids. They were currently with our babysitter but she couldn't stay all night. She has to go home at some point. So we made sure to watch the time.

At the afterparty, drinks were flowing. I haven't drank in a while due to the fact I had been pregnant not too long ago. This was the first night I was allowed to drink and I decided to do just that. Harry was aware of me drinking and promised to watch and take care of me. Though we were at this afterparty for him, he wanted me to let loose and have some fun as well.

But what he wasn't expecting was for me to drink the amount I did. I didn't mean to go over board. It just kind of happened. People handing out drinks left and right and next thing I knew, I was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. When Harry noticed how drunk I was, he decided it's best to go home.

And because Harry also had drank some alcohol, he wasn't in a state to drive either. By no means was he as drunk as me though. Maybe just tipsy but he didn't want to risk it. So he decided to call an uber for us.

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Current-

We're sitting in the back of the uber on our way home. It's about an hour drive since the city is crowded with traffic due to the Grammys. Right about now is when I regret drinking any alcohol tonight. Because I haven't drank in over a year, my body isn't use to the poison running through my veins. So you could say I'm a lightweight now. My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry. My stomach is turning. Lets just say I regret all my decisions tonight that lead to me feeling this way.

"Harrrrry I don't feel good." I manage to slur out.

"You probably should have stuck to champagne instead of vodka my love." Harry responds, while stroking my hair out of my face in a gentle manner.

Another 10 minutes pass and I'm feeling very nauseous. I'm trying to focus on my breathing but it's not working.

"Harry my stomach hurts." I whisper with hooded eyes.

"Like you're gonna be sick?" Harry questions with panic.

I nod my head and hear Harry asking the driver if he can pull over.

"Can you pull over? My wife is feeling ill." Harry frantically questions the uber driver up front.

"I'm sorry sir but this freeway is packed and there is no way I can get to the side of the road right now." the driver says with a bit of an attitude.

Hearing that made me and Harry both start to panic.

"Well do you have any sick bags in here?" my husband asks.

"Sorry I don't." the driver retorts in a uncaring tone. What kind of uber driver doesn't carry sick bags for when drunks potentially need a ride but feel like they are going to be sick?

I just barley hear Harry let out a frustrated sigh and turn to me.

"Try and relax love. Take deep breaths for me, alright." Harry whispers while rubbing my back as I'm slumped over his body, too disoriented to even hold my head up.

About 3 minutes later, I feel vomit rise up my throat. There isn't much I can to do. The driver already said he couldn't pull over, nor does he have sick bags. I sit up from my slouched position and clasp a hand over my mouth. My legs are bouncing up and down. I'm trying desperately not to puke but I'm doing a poor job. Harry is sitting up with me, trying to comfort me but his words are all a blur at this point.

"If you have to be sick darling, let it out. I'll pay to get this uber cleaned, okay." Harry states in my ear. I know he'd rather not have me puke on the floor of the uber, right beside him, but he can tell I'm struggling and in discomfort.

Hearing those words was all the conformation I needed. I remove my hand from my mouth and let out a gush of alcoholic bile spew from my mouth and onto the backseat floor board. Harry gathers my hair in his hands so it's not in my face. My vomit splatters all over my legs and on the bottom of Harry's Gucci suit. I'd feel terrible about that if I wasn't so out of it, but my mind is a mushed up blur.

"Shhh, that's it. You're alright." Harry reassures me. The uber driver lets out a sigh of disgust, but this is truly his fault that I'm throwing up in his uber right now anyways.

Heave after heave, I let out more of the alcohol that was poisoning my system, right onto the floor. It's not a pretty sight. I'm having a cold sweat and my body is trembling. Though Harry has a weak stomach, when it comes to his wife (me) or his kids, he can always handle a bit of throw up. Or a lot like currently. It's like a fatherly/husband instinct that comes over him and he feels only adrenaline, not yuck.

Finally I feel my stomach relax and I sit up, breathing heavy with vomit dripping down my chin. Without thinking, I wipe it off with the back of my hand and smear it on my already ruined dress. "Feeling better?" Harry asks in a low tone.

"Mhmm." I hum, not really feeling like talking. My drunken brain has cleared up some from the majority of the alcohol being out of my system, but I still feel the after affects drinking brings. I just lean my head on Harry's shoulder for the rest of the ride home and allow the cool breeze to blow on my face. The uber driver did us all a favor by rolling the windows down so we didn't suffocate on the nasty smell of my sick.

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After-

When we arrived home, Harry payed the uber driver, not giving much of a tip and told him that he'd have someone clean his car out in the morning. As well as a half assed apology for my incident beings it could have been prevented. Then carefully, Harry lifted me out the uber and carried me into our Los Angeles home. Good thing our kids were all asleep because they shouldn't have to see their mother like this. Covered in puke and half drunk.

Harry took me to our bathroom and quickly ran down stairs to pay our babysitter, hoping she didn't question my appearance when she saw my state as we came through the front door. She didn't thankfully and left soon after her check was handed to her. Harry came back up to where he left me and helped me clean up and get ready for bed.

He stripped us of our vomit covered clothes and helped me into the big walk-in shower we have in our master bathroom. Then after he delicately washed our bodies along with my hair, he helped us out and dried us off. We brushed our teeth, me with the help of my husband because I was still a bit dizzy. After we're clean of sick and smelt fresh, he helped me put some panties and a t-shirt over my nude body and boxers on himself; just incase our kids woke up and needed us for whatever reason.

Harry helped me into our large bed and tucked me in, bending down to kiss my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again at some point through-out the rest of the early morning. When he had all the items he intended to grab, Harry came back to our bedroom where I was already passed out with sleep.

So he just set the water on my night stand and the bucket on the floor, beside my side of the bed. Then Harry quietly exited our room and went to each of our child's bedrooms to make sure they were fine and still asleep like they should be, which they thankfully were.

When everything was done and taken care of, Harry turned the bedroom lights out and slipped in the covers with me. He helped my body scoot over and I cuddled into his warm body. I didn't realize it in my state of sleep but I knew when I awoke, I'll be thinking about how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband like Harry.

He takes such good care of me. He didn't get upset that I drank too much on his special night and accidently got wasted. He never once got upset that I basically got throw up on his expensive suit tonight in the uber. He didn't get annoyed that he had to shower both me and him past midnight, though he was exhausted. Harry loves taking care of me (and our kids) and wouldn't wish for any other life. Even when his life becomes chaotic and stressful. Harry loves his family dearly and his family love him just as much or more.

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