#i started crying all over again... 😞 i'm so exhausted...

[chrisbangs]

[puddinpuppi]

Warm Bubble Baths

Fandom: Avengers

Character: Captain America (Steve Rogers)

Pronouns: You and masculine terms

Nicknames: Bug, Baby Boy

Category: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

age regression is not a kink. it is a coping mechanism where a person's mind reverts into a child.

every single work of mine is going to involve the au where age regression is known and accepted.

a/n: Had a really bad day on friday and im using this old fic that was in my drafts to vent about it 😇 the beginning may or may not be based on what happened... (i quit my job on spot)... i called again today and guess what... MY manager didnt even tell them i quit..? like please. i told them i told my manager.. i hope he gets in trouble. (its now Wednesday... i officially quit on sunday 😞)

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It was a long day. Scratch that. A horrible day. Everything started off so well, giving you false hope when suddenly a bomb dropped. Work was exhausting and there was no hope out for you. Everything was going wrong, people weren't listening, and you were two seconds away from either crying or exploding. Even your break did nothing to help. In fact, after you came back, everything was worse.

Your shift finally over. You were trying so hard not to break down at work but the walls were crumbling. You got into the car and sat there. Silent tears streamed down your face as you tried to calm yourself down-- you had to drive home after all. The tears finally stopped just long enough to drive home.

You stepped into your house and kicked off your shoes. With a long sigh, you walked over to the couch and flopped on it, your body tense and shaking slightly. You buried your head into your arms and started to sob again. It was so... tiring.

Hours pass as you stayed unmoving as you heard the door open. You peek out from under your arms, wondering who had just walked through your door. It was Steve. You bury your head again, not in the mood to deal with anyone right now. Your tears had stopped at this point-- you were just a lump on the couch. A cold, shivering lump.

Footsteps sounded in your direction before stopping next to the couch. You felt a rough hand pat your head, messing with your hair before moving to your neck. The hand massaged your neck a little. "Are you ok?" a soft, gentle voice said. You just huffed in response.

Steve slightly shifts you, making sure you could sed his face. "Bad day?" he softly asked you. You just nodded, not feeling like talking. "Wanna take a bath? Maybe it'll help you feel better, hm?" He gently sat you up, messing with the jacket you had on. "Maybe we can watch a movie after? Cuddle? Make you feel a lot better?" He was crouched in front of you now, softly caressing your cheek.

You slipped instantly. You sniffled, lower lip trembling as sobs escaped your lips again-- clearly there were still tears left to cry. "Hey- hey," soft gentle hands wiped away your tears. "What's wrong baby boy?"

You just sobbed, grabbing onto his jacket. Steve held you close to him, rubbing your back and ruffling your hair as he tried to calm you down. "It's ok bubs. Just let it all out." You were now just reduced to sniffles, body tense and trembling as you felt overwhelmed. "Wanna take a bath now? Get the yucky bad day off of you?" Steve gently whispered, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head.

You nodded and felt his strong arms lift you up, carrying you to the bathroom. His gently footsteps sounded to the bathroom and he sat you on the counter. The sound of rushing water invaded your ears and you kicked your feet a little. Steve looked at you fondly, a soft smile gracing his features before he walked back up to you.

"Ok lovebug. Do you want a onesie or a t-shirt and some pants?" You let out a soft hum before choosing the onesie.

"Good choice, baby boy. I'm gonna get that really quickly, ok? Don't miss me too much love bug." He kisses your forehead and leaves the bathroom, walking into the bedroom. He ruffled through the closet, pulling out your favorite onesie, a new towel, and some undergarments. He walked back to the bathroom to see the tub almost full. He put your clothes on the counter next to you and ruffled your hair again.

"Bubbles now," he said warmly, crouching down to get the bubbles stored underneath the sink. He pulled it out-- lavender --and put it in the bath, letting the bubbles foam up. "Now let's get you all ready for the bath, hm?"

He helps you get unready and leads you to the tub and puts you in it. He gently leans your head back, drenching your hair. It was nice. The soft water sounds, the occasional hum from Steve, and even the fizzing of the bubbles popping.

Slowly you were being brought back into the present. At this point, you've been dried off and helped into your clothes. Steve carried you to the living room and sat you on the couch. A soft blanket was draped over you. Huh... Where did that come from. You looked up at Steve with puppy eyes, basically begging for something.

Steve let out a soft chuckle. "What is it Bug? What do you want?"

"Dada..." you mumbled, "I want chicken nuggies..?"

"Oh, what a good choice! We got dinos and mermaids. Which do you want bug?" Steve messes with the strands if your hair while you make a choice.

"Bof?" You smiled, excited for the warm nuggies you were gonna eat soon.

Steve smiled at your excitement and put on your favorite show to watch while he made the nuggets.

The show is great. Obviously. You could probably recite it line by line. A plate with your nuggies entered your vision and you let out an excited gasp. You didn't even wait for the plate to be placed in your lap. Steve chuckled-- he found you absolutely adorable.

He sat down next to you, making sure to keep a hold on the plate so it didn't fall off your lap. "Eat it slowly, baby boy. We don't want your tummy to hurt now, yea?"

You nodded, half listening. You were too enthralled in the show. He half-heartedly shook his head and turned to watch the show with you.

It would be ok. You would be ok as long as you had your dads with you. He always knew how to make you feel better.

[anaisnotrying]

"Have I been lied to..?"

₊ genre and tags: angst. idol au but its only mentioned once.

͟͟͞͞ pairing: idol!heeseungx gn!reader.

˚ synopsis: you and heeseung can fake a relationship, but for how long before everything blows up and feelings get hurt?

➳ warnings: angst. crying. mean hee. breaking up. sad times mainly (oops.. )

❥ wc: - 853 wors exact

˚₊ a/n: heeseung angst cuz was feeling emo srry guys 😞.

Everyone knew you and heeseung had the perfect relationship. All the qualities that were written in books and told in fairy tales. People were always so jealous of the love you had for each other. Love support care comfort admiration endearment etc etc. but that wasn't the case behind closed doors.

It always starts this way. You say something and he says the opposite leading to useless fights over nothing. You were too similar, both being close minded and only sticking to what you believed in. even when it came to someone you supposedly 'loved'. You were both so selfish.

It's the same thing over and over again. You get offended and leave, but he brings you back. he leaves and you bring him back. Always claiming " I love you and I dont want to". But, alas here you are again fighting over you can't even remember because you let your insecurities take over both of you. Again.

"God is it my fault you're always so insecure?! I'm sick of comforting you all the time. I have my own worries tooyou know. You're just so frustrating and exhausting. I hate being with you I hate you." he yells and mutters the last part. It stuns you. How can it not? After everything you've done for him. He still choose to say i hate you?

Standing there and taking in what he said, you look up at his eyes "...i love you, im sorry Im like this." you whisper while your eyes well up with tears. he's unaffected at first, he's seen it a before. you'll cry, he'll hug you and apologize and then you'll sleep on the same bed holding each other as if nothing happened.

You'll live tomorrow like nothing happened. But this time seems different. He can tell the look in your eyes shows that your mad at urself more than him. Even after he told you that you mean nothing to him and when he basically poured salt in all your wounds.

"Maybe we should just break up for good this time and i mean it."

"maybe we should just try to tell ourselves a good lie and say that we ended on good terms isn't that what you want people to know?"

"look I didn't mean to say that, but-"

"you can't take it back and say you were trying to make me understand how you feel.You always say too much and regret it after. I'm done forgiving you." you say locking eyes with him.

"you didn't mean to say I love you from the beginning either right?"

"... I'm sorry y/n."

"yeah i get it, i wouldn't wanna be with someone like me either"

"I-"

"someone like me deserves better than to be treated like this. I've done all I can to help you too. I saved you heeseung, multiple times that wasn't easy you know. I saved your friendships, your career, and I saved you from yourself too. Why am I still taking the blame after all that?"

It's better to say everything right now than holding these words in, even after you leave each other. "I never felt loved being with you. Everything that's associated with you is fake. your smile, the look in your eyes, your laugh, everything about you is just.. fake." You say with a scoff and walk towards him brushing his hair out of his eyes and holding his cheek in your hand as you always do. Always holding him so softly and gingerly. As if he's made of glass. To you he is. He always is.

His only problem other than being a selfish prick, is that he bites more than he can chew. No matter how much he promises to change and be better. He can't. He knows that he can't, and now he's done promising, which is why this is all happening.

"Admit that you're fake heeseung. That's all you'll be." you mutter and give him a pitiful look as more tears well up in your eyes blurring your vision. Blurring the tears welling up in his eyes too.

"I'm sorry." he whispers with a broken voice. He holds the hand that's on his cheek. He holds it and squeezes it showing his sincerity this time. Showing that he means it this time. but it's too late.

You pull away sighing. Taking your coat and bag, heading straight to the door. You tell urself not to look back. You know that if you look back you'll see him again, all broken and hurt, that sight that always breaks you and pulls you back to him.

"bye heeseung, I love you." you say as you open the door. You leave as if you're just going to work, as if you're just going out and that you'll come back soon enough. But now you both know that you're leaving for the last time and for good. No going back. No looking back. No taking back anything that happened .

"sorry y/n." was the last thing you heard as you closed the door behind you.

So much for 'perfect love' huh?

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