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pulisicsgirl · 2 years

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holding us together - christian pulisic

summary: when the flu tears its way through Y/N and Christian's tiny little family, she alone is left to make sure everyone is taken care of, but it all gets a bit overwhelming, and Christian is there to take over when Y/N needs him the most; sickly sweet domestic fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of illness and mom guilt, and a couple time skips (but i was already at 5k, so.... i kinda had to)

pairing: dad!Christian Pulisic x reader

word count: 5.0k (i may have gotten a little carried away)

notes: here's the dad!Christian fic that I've been working on! I'm so glad it's finally finished-- I've been thinking about it non-stop for the last like week and a half (the baby fever has been bad recently... 😬). I don't really love the ending, so sorry about that. Please let me know what you think of it! <3

Your feet padded softly against the carpet as you walked into your bedroom as quietly as you could manage. The large cup of steaming tea was balanced carefully in your hand as you tried your best not to disturb the lump of covers on the bed that you knew to be your husband—at least until you had to.

You approached the table on his side of the bed, setting the cup down carefully and reaching to pull back the comforter. There you found Christian, not fully asleep, but not fully awake either. He blinked slowly at you, slightly scrunching his bright red nose as he squinted his eyes at the sudden invasion of light.

“Here, baby, I brought you some hot tea. It should help your throat.” You reached toward his face to brush a couple of curls off of his forehead and his eyes closed briefly, humming at the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair. You continued the motion for a few moments, hoping to bring him relief in any small way that you could. “Chris?” you tried to get his attention again, and his eyes snapped open once more, as if he had forgotten you were standing there in front of him.

He sat up, scooting so that he could rest with his back against the headboard of the bed, grunting as he did so. “Mm, thank you,” he said hoarsely as you handed him the cup, and you internally cringed at how painful his voice sounded.

You leaned down, pressing a short kiss to his forehead, and you immediately noticed how warm he was when your lips touched his slightly clammy skin. You made a mental note to grab his medicine before you returned to the room.

You hated seeing Christian sick. It didn’t happen often, but it seemed that when he did get sick, he got it bad. Currently, the flu was tearing it’s way through your little household, starting with your eldest daughter Lily. Your best guess was that the sweet three-year-old had picked it up from one of the other kids in her ballet class, as much as she loved to hug on her friends. Regardless of how or where she had gotten the bug, it hadn’t taken long for her to be congested, coughing, and running a fever. It practically sprang up overnight and Christian had picked it up from her in no time. As you had been trying to take care of the two of them, to your horror, your seven-month-old son, Oliver had started coughing, and soon, you were stuck looking on as the three people you loved more than anything else suffered through the same illness at the same time. You felt helpless, doing whatever little things you could to relieve them—making sure to keep up with meds and providing lots of cuddles when necessary (to both the kids and Christian).

Lily was thankfully already starting to pull through to the other side of the bug—you could tell she had a lot more energy this afternoon as she sat on her bedroom floor, playing quietly with her toys, instead of lying miserably on the couch, watching whatever princess movie you turned on for her. Oliver was still pretty much in the thick of it, crying almost constantly and sleeping only in short spurts—you were having trouble getting him to eat much of anything, as well.

Christian had definitely gotten the worst case of it though. He had spent the last two days lying lifelessly in the bed, drifting in and out of sleep. He had forced himself to eat the soups you had brought him for lunch and dinner, unable to stomach much else. He was sure to make his best attempt at telling you how thankful he was for you taking care of him, but with his sickly, fogged brain, he wasn’t even entirely sure how well that came across.

“Drink that. I’ll be back with some medicine—your fever has come back,” you spoke softly, brushing your fingers through Christian’s hair one last time as he took another sip of the tea, humming in response. You double-checked that he still had a full box of tissues and that the trash can was close enough to the bed before you left his side.

As you walked into the hallway, headed to the kitchen to collect the medicine, you heard Oliver’s cries coming from his room down the hallway. Sighing, you took a detour into his room, walking softly over to the side of his crib as his cries continued to pierce the air.

Your chest tightened with despair as you looked down at your son for a moment before picking him up. You weren’t sure what else you could do to help him. You had already called your mother in tears earlier in the day, asking for her advice on how to help your two sick babies and sick husband, but as far away as she lived, there was only so much she could do for you. No matter how hard you tried, you didn’t seem to have that “motherly touch” that she had always shown when taking care of you when you had fallen sick while growing up.

You picked him up, cradling the boy gently in your arms as you rested his head on your shoulder, bouncing slowly to calm him. His cries mostly died down, reduced to cooing and soft whimpers as he rubbed his face in your neck. Holding him seemed to be the only thing that soothed him while he was awake. You had even tried using some “essential oils” your mother had told you about, spreading some on his chest. You weren’t really sure how much you thought they actually did, but you were willing to try anything at this point.

Deciding to bring Oliver with you now that he was awake, you walked steadily toward the kitchen, slowly swaying side-to-side as you went in order to keep him calm. You stopped briefly at Lily's door to check on her as you passed by. All you could see from the doorway were her soft curls spread over the pillow, and you noted the soft rise and fall of the comforter as she slept peacefully.

Once you had reached the kitchen, you opened the cabinet door, sorting through the shelf that had been dedicated to the various medicines that you kept on hand for times like these to find the Tylenol before you walked back to your bedroom. You spoke softly to Oliver as you did so, hoping your voice would lull him back into a peaceful sleep. “Gotta get some medicine for daddy so he can start feeling better. Right, sweet boy?” you cooed at him. “Yes, that’s right. And then daddy can give you all the loving you need to feel better, too. We all know how much you love daddy’s cuddles.” It was true. Christian seemed to have a way with the kids—both of them, to be honest. He was able to get them calmed down on days when it seemed that nothing you could do was helping. It had been even more so with Lily—she was definitely a “daddy’s girl,” through and through. It had been difficult trying to take care of them both without his special touch to comfort them.

Having located the bottle you were looking for, you shut the cabinet door softly and made your way back toward the bedroom, still bouncing the boy you were cradling in your arms.

Christian was still sitting up in the bed, sipping his tea when you walked back in, a soft smile spreading on his face when he saw Oliver laying on your chest. Setting the pill bottle on the side table, you did your best to unscrew the top with one hand and retrieve the medicine he needed.

He whispered a soft, “thank you” as he took the medicine from your outstretched hand, swallowing the pills along with the last of his tea. You took the empty cup from his hands and placed it to the side. Christian reached both of his hands out toward you, wiggling his fingers to tell you he wanted to hold Oliver. As bad as Christian felt, he still loved his kids and loved being a dad.

You giggled as you carefully passed the boy into his hands, and Christian cradled him in one of his arms while he caressed the baby’s face gently with the other. He ran a finger down between Oliver’s eyebrows, tapping his small nose softly, then wiping his thumb slowly across his cheek. Oliver just silently watched his daddy’s face with wide, curious eyes. You could feel the tears burning your eyes at the sweet interaction—Oliver hadn’t been this calm while he was awake in days.

“How’s he been doing?” Christian’s still-hoarse voice pulled you from your thoughts as he looked up at you.

“He’s okay…” you hesitated. “He hasn’t been sleeping or eating very well, but I think he might be getting a little better, so I’m hopeful he’ll be doing okay in the next couple of days.” You forced a smile, refusing to let Christian see how completely exhausted you were after taking care of all three of them for the last few days.

Christian reached out and took your left hand in his, bringing it up to his face to press a kiss to your knuckles—somehow still detecting your tiredness though the mask you had tried to put up. “Thank you,” he spoke so sincerely. “For everything that you’re doing, taking care of me and the kids. You’re honestly incredible.”

You shrugged your shoulders, trying to brush his compliment off, but he wasn’t having it. “I mean it, Y/N.” He squeezed your fingers, hoping you would take his words to heart.

You rubbed your tired eyes, trying to clear them of any tears that had just sprung up. Oliver had quickly fallen asleep in Christian’s arms, mouth open as he breathed steadily.

“I’ll just put him to bed, and then we can go to sleep, okay?” Christian nodded and whispered a soft goodnight to Oliver before you reached down and took the little boy from him. You walked back to Oliver’s room, kissing the top of his soft head and whispering your own goodnight to him before you lay him carefully in the crib and pulled the baby blanket over his legs and waist.

You finally arrived back in your own bedroom, closing the door slowly behind you, careful not to make any noise. Chris was laying down, facing toward your empty side of the bed, and as soon as you were under the covers, he pulled you into him and tucked his face into your neck. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and you began scratching his scalp and neck, hoping to lull him to sleep too.

You really did hate seeing Christian sick, but the one upside to it was that he became much more clingy than he usually was, which you secretly loved. It always went the same way: he would instinctually reach for you, hesitating as he did so, and then he would pull away and say he didn’t want to get you sick. Then you would tell him you would be fine, because now you had the “impenetrable mommy immune system” and after putting up very little of a fight, he would give in and wrap himself around your body any chance he got as if you were his lifeline that was keeping him from fading away.

The same had happened this time around, and now here you were, on day 3 of his illness, eyes closed in content as you held him in your arms. You felt his breathing begin to grow steady as he drifted off to sleep, and your eyelids felt heavy as you begin to do the same.

That is, until you hear a high-pitched, “Mommy?” ring out through the hallway of your home. You recognized Lilly’s sweet voice, calling to you from her bedroom. “Mommy!” she yelled again, this time a bit louder.

Christian began stirring, tightening his hold on your waist and groaning as you started to get out of the bed. “Chris, I’ve got to go get her before she wakes up Oliver.” You tapped his arms to tell him to let you go, and he begrudgingly obliged.

You found your way into Lily's room and helped her find the stuffed animal she had lost, which had fallen just under the edge of her bed, leaving her unable to find it and sending her into a panic. You tucked her back under her covers, brushed a few strands of hair from her forehead, and kissed her on the cheek. She was already dozing off again before you closed the door on your way out.

When you enter your bedroom once more, you close the door very slowly, trying to make no noise as you did so. You pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed slowly. Turning onto your side to face Christian, you noticed that his eyes are already closed and his breathing is slow—in the time you were gone, he slipped into a peaceful sleep on his own.

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit selfishly disappointed—you always loved to fall asleep tangled up with Christian—but you couldn’t hold it against him. You reach out to place a hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb over the freckles that dotted his cheekbones for a few moment. Then, after placing a soft kiss on his forehead, you settled under the covers on your own side of the bed, with your own arms wrapped around your torso in an effort to comfort yourself.

*****

The next day, your spirits were a bit higher. Lily had continued to improve, even seeming a bit better than the day before. Oliver was still fussy but seemed far more satiable than he had been. Christian even had improved significantly and felt well enough to come down to the kitchen to eat the dinner you had made. You placed the plate in front of him as he sat at the island with Lily, and you took your seat next to him, with Oliver’s high chair to your other side. Your heart warmed at the fact that you were able to eat dinner as a family again, a sign that your little family was beginning to get back to normal.

You began cleaning up after dinner, placing the leftover ingredients back in the cabinets and washing the dishes. Lily had run off as soon as she had finished her plate, running in and out of the kitchen periodically as she continued dancing and singing around the house. Every time she would reenter the room, she ran to Christian, hugging him tightly around his legs before she sprinted back out. You could tell she had missed her dad while he had been “gone.”

As you stood there, drying the dishes you had just finished washing, Christian helped you put them away while he held Oliver in one arm. He spoke softly to the baby as he maneuvered his way through the kitchen. As you finished drying the last couple dishes, you dropped the towel on the countertop and took a moment to just watch your husband, bouncing through the kitchen with your tiny little boy in his arms. In the same moment, Lily came flying back into the kitchen, her bare feet slapping on the floor as she ran, and she wrapped her little arms around his knee. Christian reached down with his free hand to ruffle the hair on top of her head, giggling at her antics.

In an instant, you felt overwhelmed with motion at the scene. You wished you could take a picture and capture this moment forever—the three loves of your life, all together in this moment. But the moment didn’t last long before Lily squealed, unwrapping herself from her father’s legs and sprinting back down the hallway and into her room.

Christian put the last of the dishes in their proper place in the cabinet and came over to stand next to you, leaning back against the counter.

“So,” he started shortly and with a sigh, and you immediately knew you weren’t going to like what he had to tell you. “They’re wanting me back in for some light training tomorrow, since I’m feeling better, and I’ve already been out for four days.”

You groaned, but you knew that, although he was presenting it to you like you had a choice, he didn’t really have all that much control over the matter.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He cast his eyes down to the floor.

“No, it’s okay. I know it’s not you.” You approached him, standing between his legs and rubbing Oliver’s back gently. The baby had settled his face in the crook of Christian’s neck, and his slow blinking told you he was on the verge of falling asleep. Christian settled his free hand on your hip, reaching under your loose T-shirt to rub small circles on the skin there with his fingers. “I’m just worried that you’re still not well enough.”

“I’m honestly feeling a lot better tonight,” he smiled at you, looking into your eyes to show you that he was being genuine. “And I don’t think it’ll be too rigorous. Probably just something light to at least get me back on my feet and back to training.”

You nodded, still not totally convinced, but trying to trust his words. Christian leaned forward, capturing your lips softly with his own, careful not to squish Oliver between you. You closed your eyes, getting lost in the feeling for a short moment before he pulled back.

“I’m gonna put this one to bed,” he gestured to the now-sleeping baby laying on his shoulder. “And then we can just relax for a bit, yeah?”

You nodded, smiling at him at he leaned away from the counter and strode down the hallway toward the bedrooms. You finished tidying up a couple more things in the kitchen and then followed him, wondering how on earth you were going to get Lily to settle down before bedtime.

*****

Christian’s first day back at training turned out to be a disaster for you. Oliver was crying more than ever. Lily grew needy after noticing how much attention you had been giving to Oliver and had resorted to dragging most of her toys out of her room and into the living room, scattering them all over the floor and couches. You had created a list of things you wanted to get done that day, since you had fallen behind on some of your regular chores due to taking care of your husband and children, but you had only managed to get about half of them done (between trying to calm Oliver every few minutes and tending to Lily so she didn’t feel forgotten), and it left you feeling like you hadn’t accomplished anything that day—one of your least favorite feelings in the world. On top of it all, you could feel a headache beginning to form over the afternoon, and your nose started to run while your throat grew hoarse, but you refused to believe you were coming down with the illness that had already torn it’s way through your house—you simply didn’t have the time to be sick.

Now, you found yourself trying to make dinner, wanting to have it ready for Christian when he got home from training because you knew he’d be exhausted after his first day back from being ill. However, that wasn’t going according to plan either—the whole day seemed to have gone wrong so far, so why shouldn’t this go wrong too?

Your brain just felt completely scattered as you tried to juggle Lily, Oliver, and collecting the bowls and ingredients you needed for the recipe you were preparing. It was a fairly simple recipe, but you couldn’t seem to get it right—you kept forgetting to add things and spilling ingredients on the counter. You even burnt the first batch of the meat for the recipe and had to throw it out. Thankfully, you had extra, or that really would’ve pushed you over the edge.

You had finally gotten Oliver to sit in his high chair, playing with and eating the tiny bits of fruit that you had cut up in small pieces and placed on the tray in front of him. It seemed to be keeping him fairly occupied for the time being.

You reached into the cabinet, grabbing a small, plastic plate for Lily, and intending to pull out a couple of plates for you and Christian to eat on. But as you did so, you knocked into a glass bowl to the side of the plates, pushing it out of the cabinet and onto the kitchen floor where it shattered, sending shards of broken glass all over the floor.

Immediately, your eyes welled up with tears, the frustrations of the day finally building up to your breaking point. You bent over, resting your elbows on the countertop and dropping your head in your heads, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to roll down your cheeks.

You were so busy trying to hold yourself together that you didn’t hear the front door close behind Christian as he entered your home, taking his shoes off at the door, and walking further inside. As soon as he rounded the corner and saw you hunched over the counter, he dropped his training bag, coming around the counter to approach you. He immediately took note of the broken glass on the floor, stepping carefully around the scattered pieces.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” he spoke softly as he gently took hold of your arm. You jumped, not having realized he was there, and immediately tried to wipe your eyes of the tears that had accumulated. But he gave you a knowing look—you couldn’t hide how you felt from him no matter how hard you tried.

He gently led you away from the counter you were standing at, guiding you so that you wouldn’t step on the glass. Without a word, he grabbed the dustpan, sweeping up the pieces of the broken bowl and threw them in the trash before turning back to you to find you just standing at the edge of the kitchen, arms crossed and head dropped low in shame.

He approached you again, placing a hand on both of your arms. “What’s going on?” he asked quietly. His heart clenched in his chest when you looked up at him with red-rimmed, tear-filled eyes.

“I feel like a bad mom.” Your bottom lip trembled, and he immediately pulled you into his chest, letting you take a moment to just cry. “Nothing I do seems to help Oliver get any better. The house is a mess. I already ruined dinner once. And now, I’ve broken a bowl.” You whimpered pitifully into his chest.

Christian unwrapped his arms from his shoulders and placed his hands on both of your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “I want you to listen to me: you are an incredible mother. You are the most amazing woman I could have ever imagined to be the mother to my children. You have done so well taking care of all three of us these last few days, and we would have completely fallen apart without you.” He smiled genuinely as he spoke to you. “You are the only thing that has been holding us all together. You are incredible.”

A small smile lifts the edges of your lips at his words, and you looked down to his chest, feeling vulnerable from the eye contact. Christian presses his lips firmly to your forehead and places a kiss there, with a dramatic, “mwah!”

As he pulled his face away, you noticed the frown that he now wore. “Are you feeling sick, sweetheart?” he asked caringly. “You feel really warm.” He presses his lips to your forehead again to recheck your temperature.

At the same moment, Oliver seemingly had lost interest in his fruit pieces and began wailing loudly. The sudden, loud noise intensified your headache, a pounding pain piercing behind your eyes.

Wincing, you pulled away from Christian and muttered a short, “no, I’m okay,” as you reached to pick Oliver up out of his high chair. You tried to ignore Christian’s concerned face as you shushed the baby, bouncing him lightly as you swayed back and forth while holding the back of his head gently. It took only a few moments for Oliver to quiet, nuzzling his face into your shoulder and letting out small whines.

Christian placed himself in front of you, holding both of your arms with a gentle but firm touch as he looked into you eyes again. “Why don’t you go up and get a shower? I’m gonna finish dinner, okay?”

“No, but Chris,” you sighed reluctantly. “That’s not your responsibility, I—”

“You see this?” he asks, raising his left hand in front of your face, palm facing him. He taps the wedding band with his right index finger. “This means that it absolutely is my responsibility. It’s my responsibility to take care of you and to love you and to be whatever you need me to be. And right now, that means I finish dinner and watch the kids while you go take a shower.”

You hesitated briefly, glancing over his shoulder toward the living room where Lily had begun calling out for you.

“Nuh-uh,” he scolded, taking your jaw in his hand and gently turning your head so that you would focus on him again. “Go upstairs, baby. I’ll take care of it.” He pulled Oliver from your arms, laying the boy on his shoulder. He held him securely with one arm, wrapping the other around your waist to guide you out of the kitchen and gave you a gentle push down the hallway as he turned to go see what Lily needed.

After a steaming hot shower that helped relieve your headache and relax your tense muscles, and a dinner that turned out remarkably well after Christian salvaged it from the chaos you had started with, you found yourself in your room, sitting up in the middle of the bed with your legs under the duvet as you waited for Christian.

When you had come downstairs from your shower, you had passed Lily in the hallway. Her arms were full as she carried the last of her toys from the living room and back to her bedroom—Christian had tidied up and instructed her to take all of her things back down the hall. You rounded the corner to find Christian dishing the food out onto plates, a towel thrown over his shoulder as he worked. You wrapped your arms around his waist as you hugged him from behind and pressed your cheek between his shoulders as a show of thanks. Oliver had cooed, clapping at the sight of his parents together.

Now, you waited for your husband as he tucked both of the children into their beds—he had told you to say your goodnights and sent you off to bed, stating that he would take care of them tonight. So, with a kiss on both of their heads, you handed them off to Christian and did as he had told you to.

When Christian finally entered the room, he was carrying a glass of water and the same medicine you had provided to him only a couple of days before. “A little birdie told me that this might help you feel better,” he spoke softly and a smile played at his lips.

As you took the medicine, he shed his shirt and shorts, leaving him in only his boxers as he slid onto the mattress and settled himself behind you. You were confused by his actions for a moment until you felt his hands resting on your shoulders, his thumbs pressing firmly into the muscles there.

You groan in appreciation, head falling forward so that your chin was touching your chest as he continued to massage your back.

“How is it that you always know exactly what I need?” you ask him and hear his soft laugh.

He leans forward, the warmth of his chest pressing into your back. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he places a kiss on your cheek. “That’s my job, sweetheart.” Your face warmed at his actions as you leaned your head toward him, pressing his nose into your cheek slightly. “And I’ve been doing it for several years, so I better have figured it out by now.” This drew a laugh from your lips, and he went back to the massage he had been giving you.

After a few minutes, he noticed how your eyes began to droop. He took you by the shoulders, gently laying you down onto the pillow. He leaned over to the side table, turning the lamp off, and settled down next to you, pulling you into his arms. Your head lay on his chest and the steady rise and fall of his breathing was putting you right back to sleep after the movement had woken you up a bit.

“Thank you, Christian,” you spoke at almost a whisper into the peaceful atmosphere of your dark bedroom.

“No, baby, thank you for taking care of the kids and I for the last few days. This is the least I could’ve done.” He trailed his fingers lightly up and down your arm. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you, too.” You pressed a kiss against his jaw, and he reciprocated with one placed on the top of your head. And finally, after a long, draining day, you fell asleep wrapped in the comforting arms of your husband, the father of your two beautiful children.

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lightlycareless · 11 months

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How are the l/n siblings and their dad going to react if (IF) y/n will have a baby (or more 😶) with naoya

With the current events, everyone will go crazier if they get to hear that Naoya and Y/N are expecting, or have a kid already—but we already knew that didn’t we? The good stuff is how they would react during better terms 😏

I think Y/N would keep the fact that she and Naoya want to have a baby in the beginning, Ren being the first one you’d tell.

You’d ask him to meet up in a café, with the excuse of just wanting to catch up, apparently nothing else—and then, you'd drop the bomb on him.

“There’s something I want to tell you” you begin, and your brother immediately tenses up. Nobody likes to be confronted like that, so anxiety is quick to shoot to the sky.

“Sure… what’s up?” He asks hesitantly, it’s not like he wanted to know but… well, he had to do it.

And the way he sees you falter for a second just makes him worry even more, like, does he need to beat up someone?? Are you dying??? Or worse, does it have to do with Naoya??

Yep, that's exactly it, but I don't think any kind of anticipation would have prepared him for what your about to say.

"Naoya and I are trying for a baby"

Ren would be the kind of person to snort out whatever he was drinking due to the shock of your statement.

He doesn't know what to say, but thankfully your excitement for having a family with the man you love is too big to notice anything else.

"That's wonderful" is what he settles for eventually, and while he was 100% shocked at the beginning, he'll slowly grow more supportive of you, and who knows… maybe he'll convince his gf to start a family too :) the idea of raising his kid alongside yours, having birthday parties together, going to the park and whatnot, is super cute to him.

Hinata, on the other hand, will resent you not because you're trying to have a family with one of the people she only tolerates for your sake, but rather, because you gave her a mental image she didn't want to have 😭😭

What I mean is that she's the kind of person that would look weird at a teacher after they announce they're pregnant. She'd be like "oh my god… they did that" and it's exactly the same with you.

More so if you're like "we're trying really hard "

She's going to deny it, but everyone knows Hinata is a huuuuuuge pervert when it comes to those things, and whenever she sees the two together, she'll only think about how you're "trying so hard" to have a baby.

Nonetheless she'll be very supportive, and can't wait to be the cool aunt :) Hinata and Ren will compete for your kid's attention.

Lastly, but not least… your dad. Eiichi is going to have the toughest time mainly because he cannot accept you're growing up. I mean, just a few weeks ago you were still going to middle school… right?? Right????

When did you grow so big???? You're married now???. And having a family too?!

But at the end of the day, he'll be very happy for you, because let's say he wasn't particularly fond of bringing Naoya into the mix… but after getting to know him a bit better, seeing how he treats you, and hearing of your decision to have a family with him, all reassures him he's a good partner and soon, a good father.

The only thing that saddens him is that his wife, your mom, won't be there to see it… but he'll be sure to make up for it by spoiling his grandchild twice as necessary. That kid is going to be the most loved, spoiled, cherished, adored child in the whole world, and it makes you super happy that after everything, you're finally able to have a happy family :)

This was very sweet anon, I have hope for the future 🥺❤️ and you got me right in my baby fever eraaaaaaaa prepare to get more stuff like this 😈

Thank you so much for sending in an ask!! Take care and hope to see you soon ❤️

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thewakingcloak · 9 months

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The State of Things Past

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Like I mentioned in my previous post, The Waking Cloak has been in development for eight years.

ProtoDungeon: Episode III has itself been in development for a few years, pretty much since 2019 (oooof). I've gotten plenty of questions about how the project is coming, as well as the occasional question of whether The Waking Cloak / ProtoDungeon is even alive at all at this point. Thank you for asking this. It means people are still interested in these games.

Okay, but still, what happened? Why are things taking so long? Well, this post is the first in the Christmas Carol series, in which the ~Ghost of Spacefarer Past~ appears to explain things (wooo spooky explanation sounds).

Progress has been made, very slowly, on ProtoDungeon: Episode III. I'd love to have done more, but, well… in the time since I released Episode II, we continued adjusting to parenthood for our first kid, went through the pandemic, had a second baby (who is now almost 3yo), and survived through a series of really difficult events, which culminated in a move to a new house in a new town and the start of a new chapter (but that last bit we'll save that for the Ghost of Christmas Present so he feels useful).

But yeah, it's been a rough ride. My wife and I are intentionally open about what's been going on. At the same time, the internet is an extremely public place, and I don't want to overshare, or worse, trigger anything for anyone, so I'll try to keep this list brief:

Two miscarriages (the first one was late term, and absolutely, brutally devastating)

The loss of our faith community due to the pandemic

Loss of job for my wife due to the pandemic (the pandemic was unkind to teachers)

Loss of a dream job prospect for my wife (same issue)

The great Texas freeze and power outage (us huddling under blankets in shifts through the night with our newborn infant (he's fine now!))

Severe, life-threatening post-partum and post-natal depression

Family covid and two-week cabin-fever quarantines (twice, despite being vaccinated and careful)

The death of my grandma (we were not able to attend her memorial due to aforementioned covid and living on the other side of the country)

Multiple heart attacks for my father despite his active and healthy lifestyle

Autoimmune disease scare for my wife (may still be a thing, just dormant?)

etc., etc., ad infinitum.

A lot of people have had things significantly worse, so this is definitely not an attempt to "compare griefs" as it were. This is just context for, no matter how much I wanted it to be otherwise, the fact that I didn't have the mental or emotional (or temporal) space for creativity. It was one thing after another, and we were just trying to keep our heads above water.

Even when we'd mostly recovered from the hits that just kept comin', we moved away from what my wife lovingly refers to as the "trauma house", and she started a teaching job at a brand-new school. Both were good things, but they were pretty big transitions, and it takes time for the ol' brains to adjust. We love our new home now and have a bit more breathing room.

Okay but also I HAVE been working on ProtoDungeon. Dev was really sporadic, but it did happen. The next post will have more detail on the status of Episode III, but there were kind of two big things I worked on during the past three years, big shifts in the foundation of ProtoDungeon and The Waking Cloak.

First, I switched game perspective. I made a few posts about this a while back, but PD/TWC interiors were originally like Zelda interiors (where you see the insides of all four walls). There are good reasons to do this, but it was also kinda making me crazy. So I switched to a more natural front-perspective, keeping things consistent with the exteriors. It definitely was the right choice for the game I wanted to build, but it took time.

Second, and building on that, I made the game fully faux-3D. You can walk behind or in front of stuff--not something the old Zelda games did, and still pretty rare for 2D games. I was toying with the idea for a long time, but I played through an old PlayStation title, Alundra, and that convinced me it could be done. It's way harder than you might expect, and it was a massive block for me for literally years. I was able to slowly work my way past it and finally resolved it with a 3D z-tilting method, but dev slowed to a crawl.

And that's it for now! The ghost releases you from your vision of Spacefarer Past….

Thanks for reading :)

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aajjks · 6 months

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I think I know what to write about… for a good story. I am terrified because there are many trigger warnings. Do I have a title.. hahahah no, but I’ll think of one. I will warn you when it starts to get graphic.

For this story they didn’t you know… do the baby tango if you know what I’m saying. Oh let us say he killed for her and she didn’t know, and they never told each other that they like each other. Oblivious Y/n strikes again… also this is my version of the story so it will match at the end.

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dh! Prisoner Jk x dh! Prisoner Y/n

The day feels very dreary to you as you visit Jungkook. Prison guards greet you with professional smile and a curt not. It has been about two weeks since you have been to see Jungkook, you really miss him. You see him see you and his face brighten once you are at his door again.

Jungkook smiles softly and says “I missed you and I am glad that you keep visiting me.” He reaches his hand out of the jail cell and he whimpers out “Let me hug you please.”

You comply as you step closer to him and you let him hug you. As you let him hug you, your mind wonders why his dad told you to move on from Jungkook. You were so zoned out that he stops hugging you.

He looks at you looking away from him, did he overstep a boundary? Why do you look so zoned out? Are you ok? Why are you not focused on him? Look at him… pay attention to him. He snaps his fingers looking at you in concern.

You however snap out your thoughts and you looked over to see him looking concerned. You gasp and say “Oh- I am so sorry work has just been…” you cut yourself off wondering what to say as you notice his eyes darken.

You continue and say “It’s been busy and I am so sorry I haven’t been to see you.” You hold his hand to soothe his worries.

He sighs in relief and says “Y/n you should not be sorry for working, if it makes you happy then you should work. Getting out of the house is good for the brain, but don’t overwork yourself I would die if you went to the hospital for something and I didn’t know.”

You smile and giggle then say “Alright dad, I’ll be careful not to overwork myself.” You shake your head as he sticks his tongue out. The guard tells you that it’s time to go. You look at Jungkook and say “Goodbye Jungkook, until next time.”

You look at him one last time as he tries to stick his head out. You give him one last look and you say “Please be good so you can get out early”. You had to go home, but before then you had to go to the grocery store. You feel great after seeing Jungkook, you can’t wait for Jungkook to get out of prison, so you can get pass the guilt, regret and frustration even though you didn’t know the exact reason behind why Jungkook killed the cop.

The people pass by in slow motion as you get what you need for the upcoming days with your sister’s kids. You want them to feel at home with you and your pet cat, Snowball. You grab toddler plates, and food because your sister is out of town due to a business trip.

The drive home was quiet and peaceful, you honestly are glad little nieces and nephews are coming over. One of them is 5 and his name is EunJin, the second one and third one are twins and they are three and their names are Jaehoon and Jaehyun and the final one is three months old and the only girl and her name is Eunji.

Those babies are so adorable it triggers your cuteness aggression. You got baby fever looking at them all the time but you know Jungkook doesn’t want kids. It made you upset but you understand, in this economy where children get hurt and killed. The thought of someone hurting a child makes you mentally ill.

Once you got home, you put away your groceries and decorate your whole home with kid toys and play mats. You truly want the best for your family so you will make sure to be prepared. Your sister will come in the morning and you can not wait for the little ones to come.

You get ready for bed as you do your routine you get a text message from unknown.

Unknown: “darling, please answer my text. I am sorry for what happened earlier.”

You instantly block the number and you get ready for bed until your phone notifications get out of control. You look at the phone you have and saw that the unknown number was constantly sending you creepy messages.

The thought of someone hacking into your phone and erasing everything on there made you shudder. You turn off your phone for the night. You are charging it when this was going on, you have a long week with your nieces and nephews.

You were an only child until your parents adopted a child who was older than you. You instantly became attached to her and called her “unnie”. She of course cried on your shoulder and you cried with her because you didn’t know any better.

You two would annoy each other but you would never overstep any boundaries. Your father was a man of the military, he was a chief soldier. You heard the news of him dying and you cried your heart out of course, your mother told you with tears in her eyes.

Snowball is your emotion support cat that you rescued from dying and he is right there with you while going to sleep on your chest. You wake up to see your son on your and you smile thinking this is a small glimpse of what heaven is.

The morning is beautiful as you get ready to see your nephews and nieces. You are not exactly maternal but you will try for your big sister. You get ready for the day by eating breakfast and praying to God for those kids and yourself because you are not good with them.

The door bell rings and you run to the door and shake your inner turmoils away. You open the door and give them an excited squeal as the three who can walk yell “Auntie Y/n” and they hug you.

Your sister, Jiwoo smiles at you and kisses the top of your head. She says elegantly “Hello love, I see what you done with your home and I can’t be more proud. Thank you for doing this for me. I can’t even repay you enough and thank you enough for this. My boss will not let me have time for my own kids and-“ she pauses to collect herself as you give her tissues because you know how emotional she can get.

She takes them and says thank you again while putting EunJi down in the crib and she says “My lovely Y/n, please take care and if you are in need of anything. Please call me and let me know, my husband is in town, and you know his number alright.”

After letting her stay over for lunch she had to go and hugged all her babies and she leaves for her business trip. You look at the kids and say “Playtime, anyone?”

It was getting dark and you couldn’t help but have a feeling of dread. You can’t seem to shake it off but you stay strong for the children. They are all in the same room, and you are on the phone with your sister.

You are telling her how great her kids are, but then the feeling came back once you heard a beep signaling someone entered your house. You tell her to call her husband, and tell him to come here as fast as he can. You have to hang up the phone and you get Eunji and the other kids in a safe hiding area. You give your phone to EunJin and tell him trying not to cry “Hey sweetie, call 112 if something bad happens, your father will be on the way. I am going out there to make sure everything is alright, if anything do not come out until you see your father or I from your view.”

The young boy nods his head as you leave them because you have to check out the home. You have a feeling something bad is going to happen and you were right. There are two brute guys that look like Toji and Gojo but more creepy. You see if there are any weapons near you and you are filled with determination. If there isn’t any weapons then you will fight them, you got hands rated E for everyone.

They look at you and smirk and they come at you and you of course poke them in the eyes. They scream the one who looks like Toji says “I’m going make you regret that little girl!”

You look at him and laugh then fight him too, the one who looks like Gojo says “Little lamb give up you are a girl.” You got angry because of the misogynistic comeback and you flip them over and start rawdogging punches in their faces, you already smashed a vase on them.

You hear police sirens and you get off of the guy breathing heavily. Your eyes had a crazed look while you look at the cops with your hair a mess and your clothes ripped apart. You didn’t kill them, just knocked them out. So you are surprised one they yell “Get on your hands and knees.”

Your eyes has tears in your eyes as you are escorted out of the house. You lock eyes with Seokjin, your sister’s husband. He looks at you with worry and he sees his kids and he rushes over to them and they cry as they see you being arrested.

They do not give you any chance to explain, so you went quiet. You went to court and someone with power has enough to put you behind bars without parole. You are on your best behavior.

The courtroom felt so cold and emotionless that you couldn’t help but shiver. You don’t even know why you are the one who is going to jail for defending yourself and your sisters kids.

The judge looked at your posture and your face and this judge knows your innocent but someone who has power to make the judge feel small and overrule any attempt to get you out.

Your eyes has tears streaming down as you are headed to the detention facility. Seokjin is angry and the government and the police. He hates the fact that he couldn’t do anything due to the fact that someone in the government hated your guts, they had to because if that was his sister and she was protecting his children, she would be set free but why not you?! It’s blasphemy to him and he knows about your best friend name Jungkook. He wonders what is about to happen.

Your head is down, tears are filling your widened eyes. You get your picture taken and you are in the same prison that Jungkook is placed in. You are happy yet sad that this is going on. I guess you too are a prisoner of hate crimes that involve in protecting your loved ones.

Meanwhile Jungkook was in prison smiling at a picture of you he snuck in. Don’t ask him how but he is so in love with you that he would burn the world down, he is your biggest fan, your lover even though you are oblivious to him doing this for you. He couldn’t explain why he did it before he was taken away from you.

A week passed and Jungkook got concerned, what’s got you so busy. You better not have moved on NO YOU BETTER NOT! If he finds out that you moved on he will pound you so hard that you can’t walk or even think about anything but him. The thought of you being touched by someone other than him makes him punch a wall repeatedly. The walls are driving him mad and he needs you so much.

He whimpers as he felt junior get hard, oh he is hard for you that he starts to moan. He repeatedly chants your name like you are his religion. Once he gets out of jail, he will take you out and marry you on the spot so he can make love with you.

The thought of him being married to you made him calmer. Waaaaay calmer than just a while ago where he was chanting your name like a man in heat. He was so into it he didn’t know his father was standing right there.

He immediately got up and said “Hi… how are you? Why are you here?” He eyes were bugged out once his father shakes his head and said “Son did you ever learn your lesson?”

Jungkook tilts his head and says “You know paps I don’t think I have, I will always love Y/n, I plan on marrying her.” While he thinks to spite you as he looks at his father take in a breathe then he says his usual spill about how his son is in jail due to fleeting emotions.

Jungkook quickly stands up and stalks to his father and says with venom “You. Know. NOTHING. of. our. love!! You don’t want me happy? You don’t love me! GET OUT!!”

His father presses his lips together because he doesn’t like how his son loves someone that is beneath his shoe. He doesn’t like how his son would through away his family just for you, he needs to tarnish your reputation, make Jungkook believe that you are disgusting and marry someone of his choice, which is Sarang. She is a lovely woman for Jungkook, plus your mother looks smoking hot. He may have to kill Arya for your mother, she gives him life.

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Meanwhile you are frighten you have to share a cell with someone who has either killed someone or a petty thief. The woman looks at you and smiles the gently welcomes you with a hug. She says “Hello my name is Ma-Ri and you are innocent.” Your look made her continue “You smell different from the others, you smell like babies and sunshine.”

Your eyes widened in shock because how does she know you were taking care of your sisters children. Also how does this woman smell innocence? What was she smoking? Are you going to do psychedelics in here? She seemed to since your discomfort and said “Dovie, please do not be afraid. I heard about the bravery for what you did for those children. I am proud of you and you should not worry, you will get out of here……..soon.”

The elderly woman smiles at you and says “You can take the top bunk.” You nodded your head wanting nothing but to go to sleep. So you quickly go to sleep while the older woman stares at you in wonder. She will watch out for you, then she starts to pray over your life because she sees that you are going to need be strong.

The blaring sound of a horn is in your ear and you fall off the bed and stand in attention. All the inmates that in the women facility have to get check ups. You feel dread as you keep a straight face. You also wonder if Jungkook would ever see you in here.

You all get your physical exams and the examiner touch on your body feel too intimate for an examiner. This person was copping a feel and you had to take it knowing if you did something ridiculous you know your sentence would be longer.

Meanwhile Jungkook was getting angry at you for not visiting him. You must have forgotten about him, he sighs as he goes to the cafeteria. He hears small talk but he doesn’t care but he hears “(y/h/c, and y/s/c your hair color and your skin color) and he perks up a bit. He shakes his head and starts to eat.

Someone says to Jungkook “Hey man, I would love to mess with the new girl on the block, I bet she gives good head.” Jungkook has always been to himself and he ignores him and the prisoner doesn’t like that but has a plan to hurt pretty boy Jungkook.

The correction officers where there just in case anyone decides to get rough and rowdy. They all allow them to go outside for activities for about three hours. The guy has to be very careful while trying to start a riot but in the riot he will get his possie and get Jungkook to die.

Trigger warning: ⚠️❗️❗️

Somehow the guys who start the riot to get out of this unfair prison gets out of hand then the guy and the possie gets Jungkook and they fight him and stone him.

Jungkook fight with all his might but the stone made him stagger and he slips and gets tramped on and he passes out. Now the guards get scared because one the most powerful people’s son was unconscious.

They rush everyone to their cell and get him to an actual hospital. His father demands the staff to let him see him. Of course they could not do that because he was in critical condition and a thought in the fathers mind.

He calls Sarang to the hospital because he wants her to sign some papers. Once she got to the hospital and saw his father she looks at him in worry. He said to Sarang “Can you take care of my darling son, after the three year sentence. That Y/n is at fault, I hope she rots in prison if she ever gets in there.”

Sarang smirks then changes her expression and says “Do not worry, there will be justice for your son. I can nurse him back to health.”

His father smiled and says “Thank you Sarang, I knew I picked the right woman for him. You said you are a therapist right?” She nodded and he continued “Make him obsessive over you and make him forget about that evil wicked Y/n for the family”

Of course, finally she gets to shine and make Y/n suffer for taking her Jungkook away from her. She nods her head as his father lets her sign marriage papers.

End of Trigger warning: ⚠️❗️❗️

Meanwhile you were in prison scared because there was a riot in the men’s wing. You hope Jungkook got out and is out there living life. Some women have already asked you why you were in here. You told them you were in here for defending yourself and your nephews and nieces, and of course you got respect for that.

You also had to keep your head on and be alerted at all times. Some of these women have been licking their lips at you and you wonder why. You do not like being fresh meat, you need to know the ends and out of this prison.

The prison becomes welcoming to you due to the fact that the men you beaten up are in the hospital. You smile to yourself because you would do anything to protect family. You love fast and the furious movies because the main characters are like a family.

Well there are a few times you have been groped by correction officers and sometimes you get slapped around. You even try to have a voice or an opinion and they beat you. The elderly woman informs you that the news about you is false, because they are telling people that you are a child molester and killer, while you just look at her and shake your head.

It’s been a week since Jungkook has been in this hospital and he already has a wife that he forgot about, her name is Sarang. He can’t believe he forgot something as important as that, but it doesn’t feel right. Something in his heart is stirring in him but he doesn’t know what that was.

He tells Sarang what’s happening and she reassures him that she is his wife and they have been together since childhood. What he doesn’t know is she is not really reassuring him, she is disregarding you. She tells him when he gets better that he has to go back into the jail, because someone told them to let him back in. She didn’t like it but what good is it to argue, she has him and you don’t. The rumors of you being a child molester and killer are working, everyone hates you and she is loving it.

Once Jungkook was better he goes back to prison because the law said he needed to finish his sentence. So he is back in his cell, no picture not a think he saw. He sighed and didn’t know what to think about. He has gotten more jumpy and alert. His heart ached for some reason and it’s driving him mad.

Meanwhile both you and Jungkook are not aware of each other’s presence. You are in your cell with Ma-ri and you see Sarang looking at you intently as she says “Jungkookie is back, he was in the riot.”

You ignored the nickname as you stalk to her and say “What happened? What do you mean he is back?”

She looks you up and down with disgust and says “He has forgotten all about you, and he married to me.” She pulls out her phone to show you them kiss, and with a cherry on top she shows you her engagement ring.

You look at her with widened eyes as you try and navigate what you feel and how you should say something but she leaves laughing maniacally.

You however look lost and defeated, you have to accept that now. She has probably told Jungkook about the fake rumor. You wanted to punch her but you and Jungkook are friends…. Or so you thought. Do you love him? Yes… and your heart starts to ache.

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

It’s been weeks and you are sore and sleep deprived. The correction officers have been torturing you. The correction officers have a meeting with all genders of prisoners.

The walk with the officers made you scared you have been feeling dread every day and today it was so intense that you were going to die. You are strategically placed behind Jungkook well not really behind him. You itched to give him a hug but you can’t hug another persons man.

The stage was lit and the chief correction officer starts of with why this prison is suppose to be a safe place for people but there are some of you due for execution.

The officer calls your name and you felt yourself yield up your spirit to God. You look everywhere, inwardly screaming. They drag you as you fight to stay alive, they can not be serious right now. They have to know you are innocent. You are put on your knees as you see the people you have beaten up.

You now know why you were placed here, and it’s all coming together in your head. They are going to humiliate you, rape you.

They start to slap you around then touch you in front of the people. While you are being sexually assaulted by people who civilized people go to in need of help, the chief says “This is what happens when you break the justice system, you get humiliated.”

They all but rip your clothes off and make you suck suck dick while you are getting pounded. The prisoners look disgusted, they all know you are innocent. Then you get stabbed, slammed repeatedly into the floor, and gagged, then they break both of your legs from your hip to your feet.

The scream you let out satisfied them as blood was everywhere. They put a bullet to your chest, or so the thought you slightly move so it hit your chest slightly close to your heart.

They drag you by the legs as you do not look at the prisoners because you are in shock. There was a barricade there due to the fact that some people would try and stop it. Your arms were above your head, there was no fight left into you, you look like a corpse.

You are thrown out to the dogs to eat you but the don’t. Instead they wag their tails and lick your wounds. You sobbed so hard the dogs stayed with you and whimpered as well. They bite your hair and drag you to a fence where people have escaped and successfully escaped.

You are shocked and petted their head and crawled out of there. You crawl and crawl until you find someone compassionate enough to get you. You see Namjoon, a old friend of Seokjin’s. Days passed and you felt like you are on the brink of death. He sees you and immediately takes you to his father.

Namjoon keeps talking to you as you felt yourself slipping. You are trying to hold on and you wonder what your life’s purpose was. You are determined to get out alive, and take Jungkook with you. He deserves the world but you don’t know how to give it to him, something feels forced. You did receive notes from his father warning you about letting Jungkook go.

You couldn’t do that after knowing what his father is capable of doing. You hate this, and look here you are at Namjoon’s father’s house. The house felt so warm and cozy as Namjoon hurriedly took you to his father, which is a retired nurse/doctor.

The older man looks at you and gasps, he automatically knew about the prison system and it’s messed up. He rushes over to your limp form. He performs surgery while Namjoon helps him.

End of MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING : ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Everything is so beautiful and peaceful, you want to stay here. You see your grandmother, you run to her because you miss her, she is closer to you and you think she is your mom, because she is the closest woman that will ever be a momma to you, or that’s what you felt whenever you were in her presence.

You grandmother told you to keep fighting and someone is going to need you, you have to trust that it will happen in time.

That’s when you wake up with both Namjoon and his father look at you in relief. His father asks if it’s ok to do test on you and you nod.

After a few hours they conclude what you already knew, you have been taken advantage of and you can’t feel your hips down to your feet.

Meanwhile Jungkook could not believe what just transpired. What the freaking heck is going on? Why did he feel like he wanted to kill everyone, he has a wife. His heart was beating out of his chest. Everyone was escorted back to their cells. He was going crazy because he starts crying and laughing at the same time.

He does not know why but your face of pain flashes through him and it would NOT leave him alone. He has a wife… he has a wife. Why was he thinking of a child molester when he has a wife… but his heart told him that you are innocent.

Meanwhile with his father, Sarang and his mother. They heard of your execution. He smirk and said “Thanks for taking out the trash.” He hangs up and hugs Sarang and says to her “Daughter, you don’t have to worry anymore let’s all celebrate.” His mother on the other hand hates this, she knows you are innocent and are the love his life. Everytime she brings up Y/n she notices how he perks up and his eyes become so doe-like with galaxy in his eyes. She is also determined to get you back but her husband has plans to get rid of her, because of your mother.

Your mother only wants power and money, she wants to control everyone. Arya thought and she isn’t going down without a fight. Your mother is not so sleek, her husband also isn’t sleek. They go at it like horny teens in heat, she is done with the both of them. Arya knew he loved another woman, that woman happened to be your mother. Your father adored your mother as well and they all went to school together, so she knew that your mother planed to get rid of him once she was done with him.

See your mother is a psycho that loves to please herself, she doesn’t know what love is. Arya wants you in the family, you are far more supportive of Jungkook and he found his jingle bell. Arya couldn’t be more proud of Jungkook protecting his love. She would do the same if it was someone else, she made sure once she dies or gets kill by her own husband that the money goes to her precious little man.

It has been months since Jungkook has been in this cell and his eyes look crazed. He is tired of being pushed down by his own wife. He is breathing so hard right now, he keeps having dreams of you. His father gets contacted that Jungkook is loosing it, and the shots to keep him asleep isn’t working.

So the bail him out a week before his ending week and of course it is erased from his permanent record. His father looks at him and his mother is with him to. Jungkook looks at his mom and smiles. He hugs her because he loves her more.

He smiles at all of them and says “Who is Y/N? Why do I feel so strongly for her.. I mean I love her.” Sarang is jealous and says “A child molester, you shouldn’t fantasize about that evil person. Here I upped your dosage because of your headaches.”

Jungkook thanked her with a smile not knowing those are not headache pills but prescriptions to make someone forget someone.

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Meanwhile you have been healing with these rods in your legs. Namjoon has been right by your side as well as his father. You do not know why but you feel so safe with these men. They also take you to your therapist which isn’t Sarang. They know about her and they don’t like her. Of course your family comes to visit you and your nieces and nephews comfort you the most.

EunJin cries because he said “It’s my fault you are going through this.”

You say “No baby, you did the right thing. None of this is your fault, it’s something out of your control, and mine. Sometimes God gives his toughest soldiers the toughest battles to show them that they can fight, and never give up because he is there with you, so lean on him.”

EunJin hugs and you and keeps crying as you keep comforting him. All of them smile sadly at you as you have tears in your eyes again but you don’t let them fall. You know your sister is a Christian so you tell him something of that sort. You may have needed to hear that.

You wanted to get out of the house and help around, once you are able to feel your legs again. It took about a year for everything to come back together. So you help by gardening the garden of their farm. Yes they have people to help them with their cattle and chickens and farm animals. You are glad that they care about the environment.

You are minding your own business as you feel a arrow pierce your neck. You take it out quickly to find out it’s a sleeping dart. You pass out and you are taken by this mysterious person.

A week pass and you have water thrown on you and you shriek and get up. You have been kidnapped by Jungkook’s father.. oh eewww not that sleaze bag. You know you are going to die. You are shackled to the wall, you shake as he smirks at you and says “little lamb, little lamb, your mother would be proud of me. Now suffer.”

He walks away and you are confused at what he meant by that. You have met him with his wife, Jungkook’s mother Mrs. Arya. You want to cry because everything seems so complicated and frustrating. You remind yourself what you said to EunJin and you smile.

Jungkook seems very happy with Sarang because he is slowly forget about you. You never made an effort to be with him and you are the reason that he was in jail. She told him that you were crazy and said that you are the reason that he was in there.

He started to hate you and want to kill you, he becomes obsessed with Sarang because she helps him and gives him very much appreciated head. Sarang couldn’t be happier that her plan was working.

Jungkook gets a call that his mother has died and he tells Sarang and she gasps and they bother rush over. Sarang cries because Jungkook hovers over his mother.

No one knows that she is pretending, she found out your mother was doing something behind her husbands back and she “killed” her. Arya couldn’t move she was doing a kill bill move. She is going to come out of the grave and come back for her daughter in law (not Sarang) and her precious baby boy.

Arya looks at her “husband” and he makes a scene and she wanted so badly to laugh but you all will see the wrath of a mother once she comes back. She will come back for you because you deserve to get out.

They hold a service for the late Arya, and they just put her in the ground. Jungkook is crying mess right now and he can’t think straight. Sarang let’s him alone because she knows if she got in the way of his grieving process he might kill her.

Jungkook didn’t know where he was going, he went to go get drinks to get hammered. Once he get hammered, he goes straight to a bed once where you are currently at.

You gulp and he looked so drunk and out of it, you wonder what happened, you are not in the bed, you are in a makeshift cell. You don’t dare move, you even look away, because he became hotter once out of prison. You flinch when you hear growling and you look at him. He looks at you with such hatred and he says “Well well, well look at what the strays brought in. You look disgusting. You deserve everything that comes to you, you child molester.” *hiccups* “you need to die… you killed her! You killed my mom! I hate you!” He screamed at you, Sarang rushes in thinking he hurt himself but once she sees this, she enjoys it.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just sit there and take whatever he is saying. You realize someone killed his mom to blow it out of proportion and make you the bad guy. This man is hammered drunk and you can’t reason with stupid so you stayed quiet staring at him waiting for him to finish his anguish.

He looks at you one more time and right in front of you kisses Sarang. You are numb and stay emotionless staring at them. If he can move on what can you do, let go… yea he deserves someone. You know he is being lied to. He has to understand that he is being lied to… right.

They leave you alone in your thoughts while you are staying calm. Jungkook was on fire, he wanted to kill someone. Sarang tries to seduce him but he pushes her away roughly and walks away yet again.

For some reason he can’t get you out of his head. He slides down a wall and feels some reason at peace. He passes out and starts to sleep.

You are so sleepy that you go to sleep not knowing Jungkook was right outside your door feeling peaceful. Sarang finds him there and gets pissed but drags his heavy body back to their bed.

Sarang never got to make love with him, she truly thinks you still have a hold on him and no matter how many injections they give him for “blood pressure” or the pills for his “headache”. So she plans to poison you with the most lethal poison that ever existed.

After a few days you are starving and every now and then Jungkook peeks his head to “check in on you” but it’s not a regular check in it’s the most brutal things he says he is going to do to you that really make you feel like giving up.

How can you love him? How? Why did it have to be him? You do not like this berating behavior but you have to stay strong even if he sweet talks you to talk to him. You will not give in to him like you used to, well not now. He looks blood thirsty, like he is going to kill you. What you didn’t know Jungkook just wanted you to look at him once more, he doesn’t know why but he wants to love you.

Major Trigger warning: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

Sarang notices you not talking to Jungkook and it makes her happy you know your place. While Jungkook is off, she takes a day off to berate you now. You stare at her with an empty face then you notice something moving behind her. Your eyes widened once you see your own mother behead this crazy woman. Then your mother kept stabbing her then she looks at you and smirks then points at you “This is your fault, your fault, you weak and pathetic little girl.”

You shudder because your mother is back in your life and you don’t know how but the way she looks at you with her dark eyes makes you shake because she is your first abuser. You really want Jungkook in here right now, but you know he is going to kill you. Then the woman fake cries “Jungkook! Jungkook! Please get in here the crazy child molester killed your wife!”

She put it on speaker for you to hear him “…..EXCUSE ME? EXPLAIN THAT TO ME MRS. SOYOUNG?!”

She says “Sarang was just giving her some water and then… then she had a sword she must have snuck while going to the bathroom and and … she beheaded your wife.”

You stood there amazed at what bullish that woman was sprouting. You couldn’t believe this woman and you don’t understand why your dad ever had you. You began to cuss your dad out in your head but then his words rang true in your ears and mind immediately calming you

“My angel, you must never give ear to lies, always discern what people are saying.”

“My angel, I will always love you and I will immediately fight for you to stay alive.”

“You have my blessings to marry whomever makes you happy, I love you so much my darling Angel. God be with you.”

You sigh in relief because you haven’t heard your dad’s voice in along time. You try not to smile while you see Jungkook storming a rampage. Your mother already left while you zoned out. He screamed at you that you are crazy and this and that.

You tune him out and he said “I will never love a psychotic dog like you, I wish I never met you, I hate you. I will be glad that you are gone… first my mom now my wife! You should be in hell for what happened… I will take you there. He actually pulls apart the makeshift fence of a cell.

He stalks up to you and starts to punch you and then he starts to choke you. You smile finally ending this torture but he looks at you and spits in your face then says “Nah, that’s to easy… no I will torture you until you beg me to die.”

You look at him numbly and said calmly yet firmly “I am sorry but you shouldn’t believe in lies. Your father wants me dead and my mother wants me dead. Mrs. Soyoung is my mother. Whatever you do to me I have already went through. Please kill me Mr. Backstabber…”

He rolls his eyes then he smirks and says “oh yea you were humiliated by the police for being a child molester, and you still survived. Heh, alright I’ll kill you…” he starts to choke you again until his father comes to him and says “Son we must grieve for your wife, we both will deal with her later. I have a plan, do not worry my boy, we will do it together. He looks back at you with a sinister expression as you lay on the floor. Once you know they left with the body and everything was quiet.

You couldn’t help but cry and scream, you lost your best friend forever. All of your energy is gone out of you as you lay there in self pity. You do not know someone was in the room watching you with a their heart breaking.

Arya came back but she disguised herself as ghost face because that’s her sons favorite character from Scream. She walks over to you and says in the speaker box that changes your voice.

“Y/n tsk tsk, are you going to give up like that?” Your eyes snap open to see Ghost faces Jungkook’s favorite character from us favorite move, Scream. You slowly get up and said “What else do I do, everything has been taken away from me. I mean I still have my sister and her family…” you cut yourself off as you are reminded you need you need to fight for them. “Dad is gone….I wish I could hug him for the last time.”

You are weary of this person but at the same time you had a feeling you could trust this person. You do not ask about the person’s identity. You do ask “Can I get out of here, how much longer do I suffer, I want to jump off a cliff. I beg you to kill me.” The ghost faced Arya felt heartbroken by your voice, you are absolutely about to be soulless.

Meanwhile Jungkook’s brain keeps repeating “Mr. Backstabber.” Over and over again, and that is the first time he has heard your voice and he felt aroused, and he didn’t know why. He didn’t cry over Sarang which is unusual to see from people outside of the relationship. He keeps zoning out on your face and he wants to kiss you but he can’t. Right?

Jungkook’s face is expressionless his father notices and he knew you had a hold on him. He must starve you and thirst you. He notices Jungkook zoning out and he did have a girlfriend which is your mother. He didn’t know she was your mother.

Jungkook will never forgive his father for replacing his mother, he hates cheaters the most. He wants to kill his father for moving on so fast. How long have the been together.. behind his mothers back.

Arya sighs as she looks at you, she wants you out of the house. She is going to kill your mother, she is going to discipline her son not to touch you like that again. She feeds you food and gives you a secret box that she hauled in here by herself so you can have snacks and drinks. You passed out on her and she carries your weak body to the bed. She sighs and says “I am so sorry that you were the one my husband hates. None of this is your fault but I will be with you every step of the way. I wish I could take away your pain.”

She has to leave right now so she does and skedaddles away from you. She has a plan to make your mom vulnerable. You wake up with Jungkook hovering above you and he splashes the water on you. You shiver again and you look down as he calls you the ugliest thing known to mankind. He even takes a picture of you and to do not give him a reaction. He wants to break you like you broke him by killing his mom, and then proceeding to kill his wife.

He wants to see your tears for what happened it someone’s fault. The way you make him crazy too, he’d pay the devil to get rid of you. What he doesn’t know is he is hurting himself, he is talking about himself.

You slowly look up at him and keep a level headed eye contact. You want to vomit because how can he say these things, do you actually love him now… after everything he is saying. You do and you smile at him instead and he screamed at you “WHAT WAS THAT?! YOU!” He pulls on his hair aggressively and walks away very flustered.

After a few days you are out of the cell serving the family and of course they spit it out. You wanted to roll your eyes at them. You hate Jungkook’s father and your mother, lying to someone who has a brain injury is disgusting and disrespectful to anyone who hit their heads and have amnesia.

One day you accidentally made your mother mad, you don’t know what it was nor do you care. So she kills Jungkook’s father and look who she blames, you. Not only she blames you she got into a argument with him just before and told him that she just wanted his money and he looked at her in disgust then he said something that made her psychotic which was “Arya was so much better, why did you kill her?”

Jungkook sees his father on the ground bloody and of course he doesn’t feel a thing except joy. He smiles for the first time and he says to you “Thanks, you don’t know what you did but my father is a butthole for cheating on my mom, I hate cheaters.”

You look at his hand on your shoulder and shrug it off and walk away because you don’t want him touching you. Not after he choked you, you give yourself respect but you still want to hug him because his life is falling apart and you can do nothing but watch. You really think it’s your fault as his words harshly ring bells

“it’s your fault.””

“Why don’t you die?”

“You are disgusting to mankind.”

“I wish you were dead.”

“I wish I never met you.”

“Whore!”

“Cheater!”

“Child molester.”

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️‼️‼️

You shake your thoughts away as you clean and clean but you were not expecting to walk in the living room seeing your mom and Jungkook doing it.

Their moans are too much but once Jungkook looks at you his breathe got caught into his chest. You fall on your butt as tears build and build until you couldn’t hold it in. You let it all out and pull yourself into a corner hugging your knees and you say “You win… you both win.” You are hurting, not because Jungkook was touching your mother, no it was the fact that your mother knew exactly how to break you.

Why? Why do you have this effect on him? Who are you to him? You make him want to hold you and tell you everything is alright. Why does he feel so much when you break him? While your mom whimpered in impatience and he looks down at what he done. He just wanted to break you and he feels guilty. He got off of your mother and said “I can’t do it, I don’t know why Mrs. Soyoung but I can’t.”

She screams at him and says “THAT LITTLE SLUT HAS THAT MUCH OF AN EFFECT ON YOU, I WILL GET WHAT I WANT AND THAT IS YOU!”

Jungkook then realizes what she mean and he grabs the knife from her and starts to mutilate her in a fit of psychotic outrage. He realizes she killed his supposed to be wife, Sarang, and killed his father to get to him. She was going to kill you to and he doesn’t know why but he was violently ill right now. He starts screaming “YOU F-ING USED ME AND MADE MY DAD CHEAT?! YOU PSYCHOTIC B-“

END OF MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️‼️‼️‼️

You rush over timidly as you pull him off and hug him while he throws the knife and hugs you crying. You see Ghost face and was about to say something until the person says “Did you learn your lesson boy? You should never trust in lies but be discerning.”

Your eyes open up wide because your dad use to say that. Then the person says “That is Y/N defender of the children, not a child molester.”

You felt his grip tighten on your waist as he looked at this person. You say “Wh-who exactly are you?” That’s when you both were blown away to see Mrs. Arya, Jungkook’s mother smiling at you both so softly.

Jungkook brokenly asks “M-m-mom is- is that- really you?” She smiles with tears in her eyes as you move out of the way so she could hug him. You do not get very far as she hugs you as well. You sob softly not helping the feeling of being loved by a mom.

You three hug each other and she tells you to go back to your family. Jungkook looked at her and she says “You still need time to adjust yourself sweetie. I called her sister and she will come pick her up shortly.”

Jungkook looks at you and you look back at him and bow as you hear the car horn. You again do not get very far as your sister burst through the door with tears streaming down her face as she hugs you.

You let her hug you and you said “See I never gave up and I’m still alive even though I’m going to need therapy. I’m still standing.. haha” She laughs at your blunt response but appreciates you for not giving up on yourself.

She takes you by the hand but you can’t move. You feel someone’s eyes stare down into your soul. You ask for your sister for some help because you are still recovering from the other accident.

She calls Namjoon to come and get you, she bought him too. You see Namjoon look at you as well and he storms over to life you in bridal style. You blush and smile at the gentle gesture. You snuggle up to him not knowing that set something akin to jealousy in Jungkook. If looks could kill Namjoon would be seventeen feet underground. His mother knows that look and she says “Come on we have to get that body out of here, please help me.”

Jungkook nods his head as he watches you being carried away from him. He still doesn’t know why that he want to kill this Namjoon. Who is he to you? Why did you move on? Wasn’t he enough? He shakes his head as he helps his mother. His mother knows her son needs therapy but Sarang probably made that a negative impression. She asks if he son would like to go to therapy he looks at her and nodded his head.

Weeks later you are living with your sister and her husband. You gained enough courage to go get some groceries. Your family wanted you to come along with them but you told them no, that you would do it next time. You tell them to let you go to the grocery store by yourself to see if you can actually do it. Your sister was very weary but her husband said “Sweetie, you are going to have to let her go. She can’t be under supervision all her life. She must know how to protect herself as well.”

You found out that your mother hired your stalkers that are cops. You found out that they were pretending to be inmates but are actually cops and with a cherry on top they had to be your stalkers. You also found out that they were arrested because of being abusers with their wifes and kids. They were in their fifties and that made you sick to your stomach.

You are very thankful for Kim Seokjin and his wisdom. So he takes your sister and the kids on vacation. You understand they need a break from you because you put them under stress. You are walking back from the grocery store and you get a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to see a stranger that feels familiar.

You stare at him for longer than you anticipated because he says “My angel, I missed you so much, I am so sorry I left you for so long.” You hug him as you start crying and hug runs his hand’s through your hair also crying as well. You do not know someone with insane eyes is watching you hug a man waaay older than you or him are.

Jungkook has been having dreams of you and he is going insane. So he walks out the house to just walk, that is until he see you with an older man and he starts growling yet tears are in his eyes because of the pain he had put you through. He has been stalking you ever since you left the house.

He thinks he belongs to you, and he watches with a bitter and jealous heart at the heartwarming scene unfold. He does not know who your father is and the way that man holds you makes him want to hold you like that.

You however are oblivious to your stalker but your father see him and asks if you would like to join him for a father daughter date. Of course you agreed, you wonder if he has a wife or you have a sibling. You are happy he is alive, and he takes you to a café, then bowling and karaoke then to dinner. He then drop you off but before you get out. He asks “my angel Y/n…is your sister home?”

You look at him and shake your head as you say “No, why? What’s wrong?” Then you hear something that scares you “I think someone has been stalking you.”

You want to cry again but you do not as you tell him that you will be fine. You dad had a bad feeling but trust you to defend yourself. You get his phone number and he takes you to the door. You open the door to let him come in to put the stuff he brought you down and he says “Please call me, I’m one call away, doesn’t matter what time, you need me call me.”

You smile as you watch your dad depart from you and you feel so tired. You walk into the house and you go get ready for bed. You look at your phone and you look on your lock screen of Eunwoo, Mingu, Jaehyun and your friends Namjoon, Jiminie, Felix and then there is Jungkook and you. You miss Jimin and Felix, life grew you all apart and you want to get back together.

In the night when everything is quiet a young man that stalks your window. Whispers of how jealous and heartbroken he is. This young man climbs up to a balcony and breaks in by a hair pin. He walks through quietly and he goes to your security. His eyes were green in jealousy and his heart raging with anger as he looks at every nook and cranny there is. He needs to find you so with cutting the security cameras off he walks impatiently to any room to have you in it.

The young man spots you and sucks in a breath at how beautiful you are. He breathing quickens due to the fact that you are there. He hovers over you after giving you gifts and your rejection made him come. He needs you to wake up and answer why you have him aroused like this. He cuts your light on and lightly shakes you.

You wake up thinking someone is hurt but your realize no one else is home. Your eyes open and you see Jungkook looking very tensed and sorrowful. He says “I am sorry for what I have done. I am working on my anger please hit me, hurt me, but don’t you ever think of leaving me.”

You are shocked, mouth a-gaped and you try to back away but he hovers over you more. You can see the insanity and sincerity but you look at him and ask “Ju-Jungkook h-how did you find me?! Why are you here?” You then sigh and say “I-I am sorry if I ruined your l-life. Someone made it very clear to me that I am… not your soulmate.”

Jungkook smiles and says “I beg your biggest pardon? I don’t know who you are to me, but something about you draws me in even when I was saying those hurtful things.. so I do not know why. I did not want to kill you, when my ex-wife was killed I could feel you didn’t have anything to do with it. You mother is a crazy woman. I’m going crazy please tell me who you are to me.”

You look at him and state “A disgusting thing to mankind..” you maintain eye contact while his lips quiver and your look softens and then you say “I-it’s not yo-your fault. It hurt while you were doing that but… I can’t stay mad at you while you too are suffering.”

He shook his head “No… that not what I meant by who are you to me.. I meant who were you before I temporarily lost my memory?”

You stare at him and state “I am just your best fri-“

The next thing you know there is a gun to your head but he was shaking while doing that. You had a new found confidence once he asks again breathing heavily “Who were you before I lost my memories.”

You look at him and state “My Jungkookie would never hurt me.” You look into his soul once you see him look at you in anguish then you say “My Jungkookie would never hurt me!”

Then you hear the most ear piercing yelling as he starts to cry out. You absolutely devastated him but you know he is capable of killing so you go over there and kiss him everywhere on his face. He stops and gasps, then you look at him with a soft yet intense gaze and nods his head desperately.

You kiss his lips softly as you kiss him you hear him ask “Y-y/n?” You keep kissing him “Y/n?” You then ask for entrance and you felt his mouth open and you are now French kissing your best friend, ha look at you go. He then moans “Y-y/n is that you?”

You keep kissing him and say in the kiss “y-yes it’s me.” You feel him wrap his arms around you possessively and you felt yourself melt. You two were moaning mess and then you felt weird down there and you wiggled and he humps you and now you feel like you peed your panties.

You also feel something hard near your area of heat. Your eyes widens due Jungkook kissing your sweet spot on your neck as you hear hear him talk about “Sss has mark you and fill you up haaa.”

You don’t know what that means until you felt your underwear being taken off and you hear his buckle and pants fall down. You blush because this is the first time of wanting to make love.

He creases you check and says “Do- do you want to continue? can I marry you? Are you comfortable? Hahahah… look at you making me go crazy.”

You know being in prison made him that way and you are part of that. You look at him and say “Why do you want me? Look at what I put you through.”

He stares at you with love so insane then says “I’ll kill for you all over again… I’ll die for you, I’d burn the world for you. I’ll wait for you and I would pick you over and over again.”

You then realize as you kiss him wanting him to get out whatever tension is in there. You put your legs around him and he rolls his eyes in arousal and excitement. You were the one in control over him this whole time instead of Jungkook having control over you.

(Yea I got carried away since I saw an ask about if Y/n lost her memories, or if Y/N’s mom was interested in Jungkook and something about his father hating Y/n. Also I did not think of a title… this is my rendition if what I think is Dh! Prisoner Jk and Y/N’s love story)

I love how you wrote a whole story based on my story and I love this, this was a thrill to read… everyone read this-and remember this has a few trigger warnings so be careful, but this was really good!!!!! I love your rendition of darkest hour: prisoner. xx

#ask: dh: prisioner!jungkook

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I'm doing it

Pairing me with Michael AND Trevor 😩

The GTA V OC Chloe I showed you is basically me but not me lol since I'm only 5'6 and have WAY smaller tits a C cup lol

My fashion sense is like Trevor I just throw whatever on but look up the weather first to see what I will wear according to the weather

Identical looks to Chloe except my curly wavy hair is a little over shoulder length and always frizzy or puffy or both (weird how when shower water doesn't do anything to my hair but rain water, chlorine water/pool water and lake water makes my hair coil up and super curly I love it lol)

Personality and mentally/emotionally I'm very selfless caring more about others than myself, making others laugh or happy really brightens myself up like as if it makes me feel better about myself. I'm very shy, socially awkward and introverted and like Franklin I can't seem to say no.

I'm very sweet and caring and sympathetic and empathetic, where other people's feelings and emotions have me feeling it too yk. Like the typical southern mom/woman I am lol while also having that typical Southern accent. I have major ADHD and self diagnosed autism lol. I bottle up everything until I snap or explode unless you say or do something that triggers me and get me hella defensive. Having major sweet TEETH I can't last a day or hour without eating sweets or candy as well cheesy pasta. I'm a MAJOR animal person like see all animals as my baby lol (southern mom) even would try to befriend the coyotes in sandy shores. I can be a total chill and laid back random goofball and weirdo you wouldn't know my next move or what I'll say next, that's only when you break through my walls and shell. Also have major baby fever and seem to naturally attract and toddlers and babies like I'm some kid magnet lol. Like Franklin I'm a car person. Anxious or weary around four wheelers especially if to get on one I wouldn't since I almost died on one in a crash as a kid lol. So Trev ain't getting me on one anytime soon.

(*ˊᗜˋ*)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ for reading this shitload about me hope you enjoy my order

I think we both know… I match you with Trevor

No doubt, he’s obsessed with curly and wavy hair. Trust me, he’ll have hands on them every moment he gets (twirling it around his fingers, holding it, flicking it). He’s obsessed.

With the shared sense of clothes, my man would absolutely persuade you to wear his. Trevor would be so eager to wake up and see you wearing one of his shirts of joggers (he’ll maybe find some arousal in it and… well, we all know what that means!) he isn’t too fussy about fashion and is glad you don’t care. Your clothes will end up dirty anyways.

Trevor likes someone understanding and caring. He has the tendency to surround himself with people who neglect his needs. It may be a whole new world to him and he may abuse it (testing your loyalty, making you worry, pressing your buttons) but he appreciates your efforts. Besides, you and Trevor both shared a sweet tooth! While you maybe socially burnt out, he’ll sit himself down beside you and steal some of your sugary snacks with that typical grin of his. He finds comfort in your silence and presence, something he’s unfamiliar with.

Your goofiness and sense of humour attracts him the most. After a while of warming up to Trevor, you’ll expose your true side and he’ll never forget it. He likes having fun with you, whether that’s sharing an inside joke or seemingly getting up to all sorts. Quality time is important to him as without being around you, he’ll grow in self-doubt and remorse.

You’d think he wouldn’t be the type to take notice of the worlds beauty but whenever he sees you hanging with animals or simply talking to a baby, he goes full on heart eyes. Suddenly he takes notice of his surroundings, especially when you are in it. Trevor may not engage in the interaction like you but will watch and admire. Most of the time he’s hesitant around a toddler and baby (because he has no idea how to act).

Trevor may be quite pushy about the car situation. He doesn’t know how to help people overcome their fears because he can barely overcome his. With a few days of acceptance, he’ll give up persuading you… for a while…

(A/N: HAHAH, done it. Thanks for the request!!)

#trevor philips #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta v #gta 5 #grandtheftauto #grand theft auto v

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myownprivatcidaho · 3 years

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hi all, @theecholyte has been a dear friend of mine for a few years and now they need help to reach their goal of $800. im gonna put the info from their gofundme here, please boost this and donate if you can.

Hello, my name is Echo, I'm a non-binary, disabled (temporarily), Nerodivergent 21 year old who is currently living in a very stressful and toxic environment. I live with and financially depend on my mother and her husband (technically my step-father) who have both verbally, mentally and emotionally abused me ontop of my already existing trauma and mental issues from years of this kind of treatment from others, including them. They do not accept that I am non-binary and consistantly arise arguments/fights because of it, resulting in them giving me anxiety attacks and triggering my PTSD simply because they don't want to call me the name I prefer to be called by, ontop of driving away my other family and friends they have invited into their home due to their behavior. They have blamed my step sister (who is 2 months older than me) as well as myself on the trauma they have caused us to the point where they drove her to live across the country and will never see my step sister's daughter (my niece) ever again, in order to keep the baby from being exposed to the violence they have shown us. We were both physically abused by them as well, but once we started becoming young adults roughly around the ages 15-17, they stopped hitting us as much and eventually stopped completely after that (for reasons unknown) and my step sister got the worst of it. My youngest brother is also transgender, and they treat him the same, but he has outside help that he's getting from friends he knows, so im not too worried about him, since he's tough and will be able to get out soon enough.

Currently, I feel like I am fighting for my life. My stress levels have gotten to the point where I've gained many migranes (stress-induced as well as random migranes run in my family, but they're happening more often than normal as of late) and a fever because of it, which would go away after one night of rest so i knew i wasnt sick with anything really concerning, that i know of, since im fine now.

I feel as though I am at my breaking point, and my depression has gotten significantly worse as well, despite the medication i take for it as well as the coping mechanisms I use to ease it. I try to tell my mother the stress and pain im in, but she threatens to take me to a mental hospital every time i express that she makes me feel like i should... take my own life, basically, because of how she treats me, ontop of feeling like she wishes i were gone, among other reasons. She prefers to get onto me rather than try to comfort me and try to hear why I feel the way I do with concern. I feel as though she resents me for some reason unknown, resents all of her children... she seems like she has no sympathy for our mental health regardless of how she might actually feel, and will never understand that people deal with things in their own unique ways, and that no one else in the world operates completely like she does.

On multipule occasions, my mother has expressed that if I feel like I want to end my own life, that she wont try to stop me if it means I'll be happier that way, and almost encourages it. She's also stated to my brother when he was 16 that she knows she will bury me one day, and is content with that fact considering how I've been dealing with su*cidal idiations since I was very young.

Ontop of those interactions, when my step-sister was little and was crying to my mother about how she makes her want to end her own life, my mother replied by saying "Is that all? If you don't try to end your own life at least once as a teenager, that makes you the weird kid. It's a phase, I've tried it and so has all of my kids."

Her husband on the other hand, is a dog abuser and has thrown/kicked puppies and our older dogs, including one pit bull we had named Pepa, who was thrown over the fence and landed hard on her side when she somehow got out of the backyard (she was a huge sweetheart and would never hurt a soul). He has no sympathy what so ever for animals, and when I confronted him about throwing Pepa when she was vulnerable and weak after just having a littler of 14 puppies, he stated that he could have done so much worse. He also has a habit of yelling/snapping at his kids when theyre in pain or take his attention away from his video games simply because it annoys him and he "doesn't want to hear it". Once, before my first knee surgery several years ago, I fainted out of the diningroom chair (I deal with low blood sugar issues sometimes) and bruised my ACL, crying and screaming for help while everyone was asleep. He has woken up to see what happened, and while i was on the floor clutching my leg, crying for help, he stated that "I need to learn how to do it myself" and went to go back to sleep. I had sat there for another several minutes screaming and crying before my brother woke up and helped me onto the livingroom couch and made sure I was okay. (my mother was at work at the time so she didn't find out about this until I called her when I was finally on the couch. she also doesnt believe what her husband did even happened, because I didn't think to tell her about it until some time later.)

They both also believe that my step-sister deserved to be hit and punched in the face as a young teenager, simply because she has an anger/attidude problem. (She is now the smartest, most strong and mature woman I've ever known, She's a wonderful friend, and an even better mother who deserves the best.)

Just a few reasons I need to be away from them both, and examples to explain to you all how severe this situation is.

I'm at a loss, and just need to get away. I have a friend in Washington State (where i used to live) who is offering to help house me, and I just need the funds to get there considering i'm in Texas, as well as provide for my dog. My dog Remi (He's a 13 year old Schnauzer) currently has two ear infections and has had them for over a month, yet my mother refused to take him to the vet no matter how much I begged her since im unemployed and cant provide for him at the moment, I have ear drops that I used to temporarily help relieve his discomfort, but his contition continued to get more severe and the ear drops stopped working. (She's had no problem providing for him until recently, especially when he was the family's dog first before he became mine several years ago.) She constantly says how they have no money but its very hard to believe when they have recently had the funds to go to an expensive amusement park twice in two weeks and spend all of their money on merch. Luckily, a long time friend offered to pay for his treatments with what little money she does have, so my dog has finally been treated after having to stay overnight at the vet and is home now, taking madications and resting as he should. His vet bill was only $117, and my mother could have easily afforded it.

Now for as what I'll need the funds for, I had found out that the most efficient way I can get myself and my dog all the way up to Washinton State (Seattle/Everett area) from Boyd Texas, is to rent a car and drive up there myself. Now, I've had my licence since I was 16, and started driving at the age of 15 with a permit, and have taken many long road trips on my own before, so I'm rather confident in my abilities to travel that far. Also with my issues only being in my left leg, I've still been able to drive perfectly fine as long as I take breaks to stretch.

I have looked into many different airlines I possibly could for the cheapest tickets I could get for myself, as well as for my dog.. problem is, he's just a little too big to fit in the cabin of any plane I've reserched, I even called around and tried to recieve quotes and advice from airlines, but to no avail. I've also contacted animal transportation and shipping services, but they're all just very expensive and too complicated. I will also not put my baby boy in cargo on a plane, as it is dangerous.

For renting a car in my area, I will need to be able to find a place that will let me rent a car for 4 days so that I will have wiggle room to rest, make stops for gas/take my dog potty, and also get food while im on the way, considering my ideal route takes 1 day and 7 hours, minus the time ill need for stops and to rest, as well as traffic. The cheapest I could find while doing reserch is between $70-$90 a day for either a renter's choice car, or just any cheap car they have available, and for four days, that rounds up to be close to $300-$360 total for the trip. Ontop of that, gas for the one-way trip will cost roughly $300 or more depending on the car's milage.

Tomorrow (11/01) since it'll be a Monday, I'll be calling around for offers for my specific need to see if they'll have anything available for the end of this week or next week up to a month. I'm honestly willing to wait for this trip at least a month, but I'm not sure I could stand staying here longer than that at this point, since I'm wanting to leave as soon as possible for the sake of my mental health and well being, as well as the well being of my dog.

I appreciate any donations anyone makes no matter how much it is, it would mean everything to me to get out of here and finally be happier and feel safe for once. Thank you so very much if you read all of this, my situation may not be as severe as some peoples, but its certainly something worth addressing, I'd think.

I'll happily answer any questions anyone has for me regarding my situation, as I believe in the power of reassurance and cooperation, especially when it comes to strangers providing money for me which they absolutely do not have to give, out of the kindness of their hearts. I'll give as much information as I can to truely strengthen your trust in me that my situation is as genuine as I have stated.

Thank you so much for reading all of this, it means the world to me and more to have anyone take me seriously. Regardless if you donate or not, I hope you have a wonderful day, and to have a restful sleep every night this week.

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goddessjynx · 3 years

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Any parent please answer?

Idk if anyone will see this, but right now I need just anyone to tell me I'm not crazy.

Am I a bad friend for wanting to hang out with my ex-bestie (eb for short) while she has her kids or she's busy and can't hang, so I offer to come over, to help watch, to help clean? Anything just to be there for her, why? Oh because she was on her third child, at this time I literally went over to her house to play dnd with her husband and brother and her sometimes. So I would try and say "hi" or talk, but instead we stayed doing something else or barely said hi. Ok, fine, hormones, got it. It got to the point of she wouldn't want to hang out with me for reasons she stopped telling me decent sounding excuses. Fine, That's fine, I have other friends who I can hang with or find other things to stay inside and not get out of the house to do. I don't need to leave the house, to get away from the suffocating inside the house with a mentally and verbally abusive, controlling husband. That's. Just. Fine.

So you know, time goes on. we find out that the reason she won't hang out with me, but will hang out with the other girl who she hates (Mind you the other chick literally broke into their house, tried to start drama all the time, and be hazardous to her already two children But who am I to judge about the person you rant to me about how you hate them so much?) But the other chick was also pregnant after divorcing her wife. It's honestly such a mess. So "anyways, I get excluded now because I "Don't understand what she's going through" or "I won't have the same experience" or I'm "not a good source of help" Lol, Okay? I still can't help? Be happy for you? Cool. So things go on, and just things have gotten worse on my end. I'm over here with such a mind debilitating baby fever, that I'm having to pull my car over watching children get off the school bus because I'm in such a crying fit that I can't breathe or see straight. So who the hell would I go to about what do I do? My Bestie right? (There's a reason we are eb rn) I tell her, well try, Idk how much she actually listened. But I tell her how I just can't think about anything else right now. I did everything right, and the world keeps slapping me back.

I own a 4 bedroom house. we have two cars, we even have decently everything working out in our favor, But all of a sudden, I'm not good enough for anyone. My own husband two months after getting married said he hasn't found me attractive for the last two years. THAnks. That's a real boost. This didn't start the fights, but that's a whole other set of rants. about a year before my eb got pregnant, around or right before July 4th, I strictly remember, I was in the walmart fucking bathroom. I had felt so sick the weeks beforehand. Like, My menstrual cycle hates me. She's savage af. Not to mention she likes to disappear randomly and appear with just cramps or a whole flood. I never know. But I remember calling my husband in a panic because I don't know what to do while I had to go to the bathroom so bad it hurt, and all I have is half dollar sized clots. Just something my medical brain, and senior year of AP biology says, "Fuck!" I have him figure something out because I'm really needing someone to just hold me in the bathroom I feel so sick to my stomach. I'm dizzy and all these symptoms I tell him to tell the doctor or whoever he calls.. So he calls, they say whatever to him. I don't either remember or he never told me what they said, (this is a normal of hiding information from me, A LOT) They said (What he told me) to just wipe things up and clean up then if it persists in the next 24 hours to go into the hospital. But I will have to see an ob-gyn.

So, Okay. Nothing bad. but they are in charge of everything along those lines. But those were including two words, that I now know were the two words this man didn't want to hear despite, DESPITE all the teasing and jokes about having kids with me when I was younger with him and literally just dating. That was because I had to see a family planning doctor. I was told by HIM that it was nothing, and we will be fine. I just blamed it on my cramps that are horrible and never put thought to it because I had believed that's what he was told. So that's a trauma my brain locked away until recently as I'm going through my divorce right now. But, I was thinking about how shortly after that, I got a call from my eb about how they were all waiting on me because I'm making us late for bringing stuff to the grill out and bonfire later. Fine, mask all the pain and keep fucking going. right?

She seemed genuinely not worried, saying it was probably just a bad cycle. She gets them all the time too. Its whatever. My now bestie's sister has gone through the same thing I described multiple times, enough that she looked at me and was like, "No, You possibly miscarried." even her mom went on about, "they should've never NEVER brushed that off like they did. If they cared then they would've made sure you were ok. My husband denied me from going to the doctor to see anything about it. Even after when I knew my hormones and emotions were just soooo off. But that's in my mind now, when before maybe around the same time my eb came out saying to all of us even her own husband one time saying she's been feeling crummy because she went in and she found out she had miscarried. It was so short after my stuff that she disregarded then took and made attention for herself that upset her own husband because she never told him until she told a bunch of us at a bar. I mean I felt bad for her, but Now thinking back, my gut says it was a ploy to make her husband to feel bad for her and to try for another one. Where as I'm over here waiting patiently because I jumped through Hoops to get where I'm at now.

My husband promised me children. Lots, its a fucking dream to be a mum. I care for everyone else, and their kids, why not have some kind of mini me to show of what I did. That I did good. That I can be useful to this world too. That I'm not just a lump of no good nothing to this world. But first, he needed a better paying job than a gas station.

Did that, he worked at a metal parts production place. But we then gave the fact that we still live in the apartment I got after moving out from high school. We rented a house. It worked, and it was nice. But now he needs a car, but he cant do that until he learns how to drive. 3 years older than me and I taught him how to drive. AND I helped him buy his first car, a truck. Oh but now, we still can't start a family. We are only renting. I have enough good credit that I could get a house alone, but I needed a higher pay. Bam with his income together we got a house.

Bam, I'm hit with baby fever and what not. NOW I get told, we aren't ready for anything like that yet, so wait two years. Alright, I'll wait. I can do that. We were going to go on trips together and do many things together and all of a sudden, the walmart thing happened, and it just got worse from there. It got to a point I got a job paying BETTER than him and I was the laughing stock to him and his buddies. THANKS. But I'm fine, everything is fine. The walmart thing was about two years after, so I mean, it was actually in the time frame and whatnot. Things just kept going on getting worse at home, I just kept listening. For reasons, I had to quit my high paying job, and then everything got absolutely horrible at home. Had to put everything I had control over money wise into his account for he worried it would take too long to find an new job and make money to suffice for bills. It was argument after argument, but I went to my eb explaining things, asking what the hell do I do? Her advice? To just do what he wants. The thing I had to quit about? She basically never cared about it. Everything just went on being a mess. I went on just letting people walk over me because that was the advice I was given.

I voiced my feelings that I have been following lies and how I feel hurt that I'm told dreams and having them be taken away. We never went on trips much. Instead we would buy a crap ton of ammo or new guns that I'm not allowed to use, yet I'm helping fund so you can get them, but when it was my own that I BOUGHT, all of a sudden, my things went missing and he would be out using and letting his buddies use my new guns and using up the ammo I had purchased on my own. I mean, fine, but let me at LEAST take yours out if you're going to use mine without asking. It got to be so annoying that we would be asked when we would get married or when we would have kids. He would be hugging me and smiling all cocky saying "Oh well we haven't stopped trying." every time. He would start that tell people this and I finally had enough. I stopped him and told him to put his money where his mouth was. He always said shit but never actually did it or acted on what he said. He would just lie to everyone. Tell people lies because it sounded nice. Best part? I had bought a ring for him. I proposed to him because he would joke about things like that. So I basically said, "bet" and did it. I have never received a damn ring! He wouldn't even want to look at them with me. Because they were expensive. Not all of them are. I don't care what price it is, but something to say, "Hey, I love you and Don't want the odd peeps at the bar to keep hitting on you so take this with you, its dangerous out there." (Shut up. I'm a nerd) But like.... I just would make notions about, I wanted a ring. He would beg me to pool together money and buy new guns, I mean I"m not against, but I would bring up that I will want a ring. Or even something else would be you know, amazing right now because I'm in a lost place wanting kids still and my eb just announced they were having their third. (which her own family was so upset about it that they ranted to me and my mom, her own brother said that its just another kid that they will end up taking care of instead of her so she can go to the bars again. Yep) So next we talked about getting a gun safe because, before we can have kids, we need to be SAFE. Ight, we bought it. Nice matte black 33 capacity, fire and water proof, best part the front had a reallly pretty engraved waving American flag imprinted on it. It was just so smooth. (Guess who has that right now btw) So oddly enough in the middle of me not being enough for my eb, My cycle kind of returned to being semi regular, and all of a sudden disappeared. Well that whole month beforehand we went from never wanting to touch me unless it was my birthday to every night he was angry after work and took it out on me instead. I mean, whatever. But when it came to me not feeling well, I told him.

Instantly it wasn't mine. I was fooling with other guys. Like instant psycho. His childhood friend came and moved up with us, she saw this for a good few months and had to move out because he was trying to control her as if she were a child. She told me that it was not right for him to be that way and that she will never talk to him for how he treated her. (which was exactly how he was always with me too) I'm not sure if he was trying to get my jealous because his bff was a girl? Idk we worked out like literally sisters. Sooo much in common and she told me, She believes he's never wanted kids. And she watched how I broke down after he told me he wanted nothing to do with me until I took a test. He DEMANDED that I took a test right away. If it was positive, it wasn't his until proven so. And if it was negative he would be fine. this was ridiculous. He wasn't at all happy or excited. Purely upset. I felt so shitty that after the test was negative I told him and he threatened about it happening again he was leaving back to Kansas. He threatened this every damn fight, it got to the point that I gave up, I said leave then. And instantly he shut up. I got him out of gangs, crime, jail, living on the street or with his mum, and being a maaajor drug addict. Yet I'M THE BAD PERSON.

Back to recently when my eb is getting closer to having her kid, I just go through finding out I'm not and my husband is freaking out at me, nonstop yelling at me that I'm not good enough and all this shit. Yes, lil ol me trying to keep the peace in the house is a cunt and a whore. Wow. Name calling, but hitting where it hurts? I told him before, how my mother in an argument said I would be a horrible mother. And that shit sticks. IT STICKS. So what does the smart ass pull out? He repeats it. He says he's glad I'm not pregnant because I'd be a horrible mother in the end.

That. That just kills a person. That kills dreams and the feeling of wanting to keep living. Who the FUCK says that to their partner? Am I wrong for thinking that's not right? Well my eb thought I was. I told her my feelings. How I don't want to be jealous of her, but I am. That she's more beautiful, she's always had guys hitting on her in school inviting her to do things and hang out, I was the nerd in whatever class that got invited only if it was mandatory. She will be having three kids and a loving husband that can never take his hands or eyes from her, where as I have to act like a clown to get my husband to look up from his damn phone. To say something nice. To

be acknowledged while in the house. I've left and came back the next morning because I hung out at my now besties house. He didn't say a word until I came home the next morning and he looked at me like "when the fuck did you leave" No care, no love. I was stuck being a burden. Anything I ever did around the house was in vain. Everything I helped with I got shoved away because I didn't do it right. EVERYTHING I did was not good enough. I would tell him this that is how I felt and he would deny it. One day, I caught him yelling at me saying that what I did wasn't ever good enough. Calle him out right away. Bitch... He tried to change the wording to go around what he said. I HEARD IT. it was so bad I had to have my bestie on the phone to listen to how he talked to me behind closed doors. Away from public view. HER MOM HEARD IT. Thought she was watching some kind of dramatic show, until she realized it was me on the phone. She's listened to so many calls its unheard of. There was a day, I had enough of it. (Ok A lot actually) but I grabbed my laptop and my charger and left the house. I sat in the park drawing on my laptop. Texted every person I could think of that I cared so deeply for that they would care for me back. I was in a dark ass place asking for Advice. My eb shrugged off what my husband was doing and scolded me for leaving. For sitting in a park drawing out my feelings instead of being with him because he's being dramatic to her husband upset that I started an argument. I didn't understand what I started when it was over me telling him not to throw the controller when he loses a COD game because that's how it breaks. Why he threw it? Because I distracted him by playing with my cat while he was playing the damn game and made him lose! yep. Exactly that. So I was yelled at to quit. So I did. I went back to my drawing and then with my headphones on I was humming to my music. It distracted him and he lost. So I flipped out because I can't do anything in my own house without being scolded for it. So I stormed off to the bedroom to draw some more. I'm upstairs and away from him. Didn't want to eat now I'm stressed and upset. So I didn't cook anything and now he's hungry and upset at me for not making food yet. YES. That's how it started and I again was the bad person in the story for safely removing myself from an environment where all my mind was telling me to do was dark things that hurt to say. To give up on everything I have worked for and all my dreams.

That was the last time I spoke to her for a while because everything started to be only about baby and about doing this for baby. Doing that for baby. But then she would never answer me back. I was done trying to fit time to hang out. To do something, I made new friends who didn't have kids and hung out more with them. It got horrible. the sound of a child crying made my stomach hurt. I had non stop dreams of the same thing happening. It was just awful. I looked it up and it was just meaning I had something and lost it. Whatever is missing in the dream what what I had lost.

In this dream I was dressed in all black, lace and long dress covering every inch of skin on my body. I had a hat with a veil and I was rocking a bundle in my arms in an old decrepit room with peeling paint and broken toys. It was a nursery. An old ruined nursery. I was rocking just a black blanket swaddled with a hole that emptied to the void. It gives me chills, I get this dream so much that me explaining just makes my skin crawl and my body ache. It hurts to think of but I just cannot understand it. Makes sense now that I looked into it.

But me going through all of this, I can't talk to my husband about my feelings because I'm too needy and being selfish for not taking his feelings into an account. That he's not ready that we are not ready and that I'm not ready because I'm going to be a horrible mom. Cool.

I have tried so much. I couldn't be around kids. It made me so sick and I jus would have to find somewhere to hide and cry for hours. I would cry myself to sleep. Never getting comfort by him because I'm throwing a pity party. I was so hurt. Still am. I'm broken hearted. Thinking that if I had a kid, at least I would have something that needed me and would love the care I gave and would love me back. I wanted to feel loved for how much I put out in the world. I wanted to have something to ground me to this world before I did something stupid. I was in such a dark place that I drove an hour to go see my bestie because I was scared that I was going to do it. That I was going to be the big disappointment he told me I would always be. Three months later, baby is here and I go back to playing dnd with my friends and its at their house. My husband is rubbing it in my face. He's holding baby and talking to baby and doing all these things making my mind break. He asks if I want to hold her. If i if iififififi NO.

I can't I cannot. I'm trying to be respectful. I missed out on other games because I had to hype myself up. I procrastinated because I didn't know how I would be or if I could handle it. I got to the point that my eb's husband told me that he doesn't want me playing anymore because I sent a text trying to apologize to my now eb that I feel so bad but I can't see her right now since seeing her kids just sends me into a panic attack and I can't stop thinking horrible things. So she takes that as I have a problem with HER kids and not just the KIDS situation. Doesn't hear me out. blames me for everything and has me banned from coming over. in which her husband says he doesn't want me over anymore. Which my rebuttal is because she's telling him only. But he said it was his choice. I don't know don't care. It just hurt that THATS the reason I got kicked out. Not because I was good, but that I couldn't handle their kids. And I would not pay attention by drawing the whole time. I was distracting myself because I'm trying to drown out the noises of cooing making my gut rot and my mouth dry. So by all means I'm selfish for wanting a dream that I was being promised for the last 6 years of physically being with my soon to be ex. I've know for actually 12 years. And that I drove 15 hours to bring you to me since you couldn't drive.

So I need to know from real parents, was I out of line for telling my eb that I had feelings and that them not being heard or just cast to the side hurt? Am I crazy for feeling that I've been robbed? For being upset when my husband comes home drunk and abuses me? For being hurt when I'm called all sorts of names and told I'm worthless by the man I should trust the most? Please. I need to know.

I know I'm ranting, but I need to get it out. I need to find some sort of something to figure out why I'm feeling this way, or why I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm fighting for the divorce since i haven't been to my owned house in the last 5 months since he changed the locks on me. I moved an hour away from my home and my family and still to this day, I hurt to hear or watch children around me. I'm happy, but inside something aches and just feels empty. Not to mention that I got told by people that know me that he's been caught buying condoms. We are still technically married, and he can't be doing those things right now. Am I jealous? Upset? Hurt? All of the above? It just sucks and I'm drowning in debt a bit trying to work my ass off to get where I want in life again since all of everything has been ripped from me. I'm trying. Please let me know if I'm crazy or out of line? I want to be heard. I'm going to start to save up. I have a plan for my 27th birthday. If it doesn't work in time for my 28th birthday, I'm not sure what else I can do but join the 27 club.

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therealvinelle · 4 years

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I would 100 percent love a rundown of every vampire and how they would react to the option to be human again.

... every vampire..?

I guess we’re doing this.

Afton is more useless to the Volturi than ever. This changes nothing, in part because nobody notices. Afton dies of old age in a cry for attention.

Alec can have puberty?! Get tall? Have sex? Sign him the fuck up. Alec spends ten years as a human. Unfortunately it turns out he has the worst genes, so he stops at 5 feet and doesn’t grow an inch taller. He is Volterra’s short king. Even more unfortunate is the fact that the ladies still see him as a kid and would feel weird about sleeping with him, so no luck on that front either. (Somehow, Jane is both taller and gets all the hawt dewds)

Alice would not like this at all. Having a human is nice, that’s fun. Alice loves her Bella Barbie. Being a human? Oh god no.

Alistair’s whole thing is that he’s living as a hermit because he’s terrified of everyone and everything. If he became human again, he would still be a hermit, but lacking any of the survival skills or basic equipment that human hermits accrue he would quickly die out there in the wild.

Amun might just be the oldest vampire in the world, and he has been a god. Going back to being human would be too low, it would be the greatest humiliation imaginable. Hard no from Amun.

Anne was Victoria’s sister, the two girls were impoverished and Anne prostituted herself to feed them. Since she was executed by the Volturi within that same century, she would be returning to that same, horrible life. All the nopes, Anne gets her creator to turn her again.

Aro would be very practical about it, I think, and find someone to turn him back before the plague got him. Though I’m sure he’d be too curious not to try for himself the modern, global, human cuisine, so whoever was turning him has to sit by and wait while Aro drinks all the margaritas and eats all the sushi. And probably human flesh, gotta know what it tastes like from the other side

Athenodora has spent a very long time in that tower tripping on Corin’s gift. As she walks into the Volterra town square she has a full on Plato’s cave allegory epiphany, as she realizes that the tower was a fever dream and the real world is blurry and she doesn’t want to eat anybody. She comes to the conclusion that vampires aren’t real.

Bella would feel like Cinderella at the end of the ball, her beautiful gown turns back into rags and she’s an unworthy human again. Edward is overjoyed she smells delicious is fragile again and refuses to turn her back. Heartbreak ensues.

Benito invented newborn wars, he’s got a million enemies. He better become a vampire again immediately, or he’s dead.

Benjamin is the avatar, which is great. He lives in hiding because Amun has him convinced that Aro would enslave him, which is less great. Being human would not solve this.

Boris was living his best life being a fake Russian noble in the court of Versailles. Being a fake noble as a human is just not as fun, and he finds himself a vampire to get turned back.

Bree was miserable as a vampire, but her life wasn’t great to begin with. She was homeless and starving. I imagine she’d say no to humanity because she had nothing to return to, but this would be a survival move that had nothing to do with what she wanted in life.

Caius has no time for this nonsense, he turns back immediately.

Carlisle I’ve outlined in this post, but to repeat it here he is quite happy being a vampire, humanity has nothing to offer him. His ridiculously large network of friends would be put to good use once again as he tries to find someone who’ll turn him. (He has a surprisingly hard time, as no one wants to risk being the asshole who ate Carlisle Cullen. He eventually comes crawling back to a delighted Aro)

Carlisle’s creator is the lowest of the low, trash who lives in the slums, gets caught by humans, eats half a mob and then lets a newborn loose in the middle of London. This guy is a slob who does not have his life in order. Without vampirism, he starts shooting up under a bridge and dies within a few weeks. He does not get turned back into a vampire because nobody’s touching that.

Carmen would probably want a baby before turning back. The problem with trying to raise a human child as a vampire is that children bleed all the time. Eleazar Jr. scrubs his knee, Carmen goes full Cronus on her son, and Dostoyevsky is proud.

Charles... I don’t know if anybody agreed with my post on Renata, I for one think Luca is horrifying, and based on that Charles would turn back immediately because he’s not leaving Makenna on her own. Not to mention, Charles is one of the few vampires in Twilight who chose his fate.

Charlotte and Peter are living happily, thinking the Cullens are crazy for appreciating humans, so no changes there.

Chelsea might actually be a bit allured by humanity, since this way she can find out once and for all if she can form organic, normal relationships. However, she’s been a vampire for millennia, which makes it impossible for her to relate to humans. She makes no friends, and comes to believe that she is unlovable. She becomes a vampire again and, after an extended existential crisis, eventually becomes Marcus.

Corin would want to try all the human drugs. Gotta find out if weed is better than she is! Unfortunately half of Volterra is hooked on her, and she’s turned before she can find a good dealer.

Didyme would immediately suffer a brain aneurism, and die. Marcus becomes Marcus, but this is ultimately the better timeline since Aro can mourn his sister normally.

Diego’s life was pretty much over since gang members were out to get him, so he’s not returning to humanity anytime soon. Although vampirism means that now everyone he meets is a potential gang member out to get him (indeed, Victoria gets him), so maybe humanity would appear comparatively peaceful.

Demetri seems to be having a cool time being a vampire, so back into the ranks of the unholy he goes.

Edward, oh boy. I can’t imagine it, and I don’t want to.

Eleazar is a pretty self-righteous and sanctimonious fellow, I am sure he would not only choose to remain human, but talk about how noble it is that he’s staying human. He would not enjoy being human.

Emmet would be a miserable human, but to turn back would be to turn his back on Rosalie, and so he would dutifully remain, even as he grew to resent her for it. Once again I have a post.

Esme would not want humanity given the choice, but if she suddenly is human then provided Carlisle was as well, I imagine she would want to get a do-over. However, trouble is that if she wants to have a baby, then she’ll have to stick around with said baby as well. Sticking around means remaining human. Honestly, I’m not sure where that would go. Terrible places once Carlisle runs off to Italy, I’m sure.

Felix is another dude who seems pretty happy with vampirism. He sticks his hand into the first fanged mouth that he can find.

Fred is having a good time as well now that he has left Victoria’s army, no arguments here.

Garrett seems quite happy to be a vampire, although he enjoys new things enough that I think he’d want to spend a few years experiencing things from this human perspective. Alas, he’d have pictured the life human influencers and fictional humans were leading - it can’t be too far off, right? Well, real humans need jobs and housing and health insurance. One thing leads to another, and Carlisle finds himself bankrolling Garrett’s human adventures.

George is a seriously amazing guy who goes around pretending to be a demon called Astaroth and making fake demon deals with people. He’s an amazing conman, but his whole schtick depends on being a vampire, so it wouldn’t work if he were human. Vampirism it is.

Heidi apparently lived a terrible life as a human and was pity-turned into a vampire, so I don’t think she’d have any happy associations with humanity at all. She buys the first ticket back to damnation.

Hilda was a feminist bleeding heart who made suffering women invulnerable. Vampirism, to her, seems to have been salvation, with humanity a miserable state. Hard no from Hilda.

Huilen didn’t want anything to do with this supernatural horrorshow that killed her sister, and I imagine she’s one of the few who’d actually fare well as a human again, even though time has passed.

Irina drowns her Laurent-shaped sorrows in booze and men.

James would be furious with everything for letting this happen to him, and want to be turned back again.

Jane, like Alec, is overjoyed that she can have puberty again. This works out great for her. Like a middle school goth phase, she sort of pretends that whole 1200-year-stint as an actual twelve-year-old didn’t happen, going “oh, yeah... that” when it’s mentioned.

Jasper isn’t eating people anymore, praise Jesus. I think he’d actually fare quite well, he’d become a dusty professor in philosophy at some college and the violence would truly be behind him.

Joham is a monster and I imagine his children would eat him before he could get turned back. Good on them.

Kachiri is quite happy with Senna and Zafrina, she wouldn’t want that to change.

Kate loves Garrett very much, but there are all these human men she won’t have to worry about killing..?

Kebi was a slave who was chosen by Amun to be... well, his slave forever. As an unchanging vampire she’s stuck, but humanity could represent real hope for her, the only hope, really. Hard yes from Kebi.

Kristie is one of the two Victoria recruits who managed to turn the army into a high school, where you were either in the right clique or you were a square. Kristie is clearly an opportunist who’ll make the best of any situation, human or vampire.

Kumboh is a highly eccentric vampire who works in a mental hospital and gets attached to the humans there, to the point where he dies for one. This is not a man I can predict.

Laurent spent his existence in a pursuit of power without understanding what power is, and ended up stuck with the white trashiest vampires ever to white trash. Several logical leaps based on 18th century French Versailles logic later he endeavors to marry into the British royal family.

Liam is living quite happily with his wife and surrogate daughter, and even if he wasn’t then Siobhan is going to want her hubby back. And what Siobhan wants, Siobhan gets.

Luca is quite happy being the family patron who sometimes takes niece-brides (or family demon who keeps stealing their daughters), so he would want his fangs back. But, I’m sorry but I think he’d seize the opportunity to impregnate one of his descendants, because if this guy is all about preserving his family line then I can’t imagine he’d be able to resist a son.

Lucy, like Maria, would be in so much trouble. Honestly, I think Maria would eat her immediately. Easiest way to get rid of competition.

Maggie might want to grow a bit older and less emaciated before turning, but like Liam, Siobhan’s gift would see to it that the coven became whole again.

Makenna wanted vampirism once, I imagine she’d want it again. She seems quite happy with her life.

Marcus is finally able to kill himself. Happy days.

Maria would be in so much trouble. She is a human in newborn war territory, all the vampires around her have terrible control, and the ones with good enough control to turn her are enemy army leaders who want her dead. She is forced to make a phone call to Jasper and ask if he can put in a good word with Carlisle.

Mary (Carlisle’s friend), it’s been over a century and she’s still living alone. Sounds lonely, so maybe she’d be down for the change.

Mary (Hilda’s coven) is living that feminist liberation life with Hilda, and humanity would throw her right back into poverty and misery. Big nope.

Nettie would be eaten by Jasper, since Maria already ate Lucy.

Noela is a member of Hilda’s coven, meaning her life was awful. She would not want it back.

Peter is living happily ever after with Charlotte, it’s a good life. Peter does not want things to change.

Randall was turned in the 1960′s, so I’m sure he’d want some of that sweet weed again.

Raoul was a gangbanger and humanity is better off without him. So are vampires.

Renata had awful circumstances around her turning, and nothing to return to. Her human family either sold her out or were unable to protect her, my money’s on them thinking that her fate was a great honor, and either option makes them someone I imagine she has put behind her. As it is now, she has purpose with the Volturi, and no one is making her be anybody’s bride. She would not want things to change, nevermind becoming human.

Riley thinks he has found true love and glorious purpose, and would remain the way he is.

Rosalie would be delighted, but she has poured years of bitterness and crushed dreams into the dream of the perfect human life. Reality wouldn’t live up to her ideal and this time she can’t blame vampirism. I think she’d start drinking.

Santiago presumably has an alright time being a vampire, he has purpose and community with the Volturi. No changes here.

Sasha wanted a big ol’ family, turning first her niece and then women who resembled her niece enough to look like her sisters, so I imagine that, like all good Denali women, she’d seduce a sexy human male and give herself a few more daughters. Disaster would ensue if they were sons, or not blondes.

Senna is living happily with her girlfriends, let nothing disrupt that.

Siobhan’s life is great, with her gift her life will be as she wishes it to be, and she seems to truly enjoy being a vampire. It wouldn’t even be a question for her.

Stefan and Vladimir (no, they don’t get individual entries) are has-beens. Without vampirism, they would be greater has-beens than ever. This makes Aro’s century, and he makes it clear to the vampire world that no one is to turn these two back. Their lives suck and then they die.

Sulpicia is above pesky human sustenance, the mere thought is revolting. She accidentally starves herself to death.

Victoria would be at once more and less paranoid. Her gift isn’t going haywire telling her about all the danger, but she’s a human, so all is danger. I think she’d start drinking too.

Victoria’s NPC army recruits are newborns who love that sweet sweet blood, ain’t nobody turning their back on that.

Tanya would be so fucking happy, oh my god. She can bang all the dudes, and she won’t have to worry about killing them! She forgets that human women have to worry about STDs and pregnancies. Now she has chlamydia and a baby.

Tia’s big problem is that she’s stuck living with this ancient and bitchy loser who takes himself way too seriously. Vampirism on its own is great, she’s down for that.

Unnamed tracker formerly employed by the Volturi was relieved of his duties in the most “oops, you’re useless now” way possible. That hurts your self esteem. Becoming a powerless human would hurt it even more. Unnamed tracker formerly employed by the Volturi does not want this.

Vassilii would grow up, and have a host of issues because being a toddler with memories of bloodthirst and killing people is bad for child development.

Zafrina is having a great time with her girlfriends and her illusions. And it’s been a very long time since they were human, I don’t think anything remains of their culture. At least not anything they’d recognize.

Hope this answers your question, anon...

Edit: Added Carlisle’s Creator, Sasha, and Vassilii. If I’ve missed anybody else, let me know.

Edit 2: Added Bree, Diego, Frank, Kristen, Raoul, Riley, and Victoria’s NPC army recruits.

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bokutobaes · 4 years

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inarizaki boys when you have a bad day

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆-with: atsumu, suna, kita

☆-!warnings!: swearing, parental issues, parents fighting, (there’s nothing physically violent), illness like the flu

☆-a/n: yall these are longgg LOL sorry

☆- author: lu <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ atsumu:

-his baby had a bad day :((

-just kidding he didn’t notice at first I’m so sorry nzjsjjsj

-your lockers are nearby so he’s usually waiting for you there first thing in the morning

-you woke up today with a headache and you were just really tired from studying last night :/

-you wanted to suck it up because it was your own fault for leaving the studying until the night before the test you had

-anyways, you were walking up to your locker lowkey trying to avoid eye contact with him

-“hi tsumu :)” u fricken liar with that fake smile

-“morning babe!” atsumu pulled u in for a back hug “i have to get to class kinda early for a test review so i’ll see you at lunch”

-and with that he was pecking your cheek and leaving

-“okay.. kind of good” you thought.. you didn’t wanna worry him or anything so you headed to you first class, math

-hell literally broke loose.. you forgot your pencil case and had to ask like 4 people until you got one which was embarrassing

-AND THEN the teacher called on you for an answer that you didn’t know like the universe

was against you or something

-“uhh... ummm i don’t know..” headass😩

-the class after that was slightly less dehumanizing but it was also japanese class.. the class you had a test in that you just barely studied for

-you did the test and lost braincells, blood sweat and tears LOL

-“okay class these will be graded by lunchtime so please come by to collect your scores before your next class”

-ogey :/ anyways u went to ur next class and before u knew it, it was lunch time.

-a text from atsumu made your phone vibrate while on your way to get your test scores

-“hey babe im actually gonna eat lunch with samu we’re practicing a bit at lunch”

-oh :) ok :) that’s fine :) not like u :) desperately:) need a hug :) right now :)

-“oh okay babe” you text back

-whatever u don’t need him independent queen

-that’s your mindset.. until you get those test scores

-it’s a literal fail .. did not pass the test.. ok..

-“y/n san, these test scores were not your usual best. I’m slightly disappointed, if there’s anything going on please let me know”

-“thank you sensei. i’ll do better next time.

-at this point you were just tying not to cry so you took your test and shouldered your bag and walked to a bench outside for some fresh air.

-right.. you didn’t bring lunch today

-so now you were hungry, tired, defeated, disappointed and lonely :,(

-the last class of your day went by quickly probably because you were zoned out the whole time

-the end of the day came and you were at your locker when your guardian texted you

-“Y/n, you had that test today right? I’m expecting to see the grade when your back home. Didn’t have time to make food tonight so find something to eat on your way home.”

-oh that test ? lol hahaha the one that you failed?! yeah that one haha lol lollll

-so with that, you started your walk home

-“y/n!!”

-fuck. atsumu.

-if you saw him now you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears and you really didn’t want to cry

-so your solution? pretend you didn’t hear him and walk faster lmfaokdhdh

-but atsumu, being.. well atsumu, decided to just full speed sprint towards you to put his shoulder around you

-“i literally know you heard me. i missed you today sorry about lun- why are you crying ?!!?”

-“bad day” you choked out before a shuddering gasp wracked your chest

-atsumu didn’t say anything he just wrapped you in a tight hug, petting you hair while you cried into his chest

-“its okay babe.. “ :(

-“you wanna come over? we can get food and cuddle”

-you nodded your head taking a shaky breath

-his hand reached out and wiped your tears, brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like it was natural to him.

-and so you walked together hand in hand to atsumu’s house where you ate samu’s leftover onigiri and vented to atsumu about the day while you cuddled

-he also gave you a hoodie :,)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ suna:

-“living is a chore :|” you thought as the alarm rang through your room ruining your peaceful sleep

-it was raining outside and your mind went back to last night, the screaming match your parents had

-normally you’d be used to it but it felt like they were starting to take the anger they had for each other out on you now

-you tried not to but you started thinking about all the things your mom had yelled to you through the closed door of your bedroom

-“your just like your father. you’re selfish, lazy and all you do is run around with that little boyfriend of yours! what about your family?! you think your better then us? why don’t you move out then since your so good at being independent?!”

-everything she said was always completely blown out of proportion, she lied all the time. it’s exhausting for you

-you started getting ready for school, you wanted to see suna and your friends and laugh and just forget last night even happened

-when you got to school suna was there at your locker scrolling lazily through his phone

-you smiled, genuinely as he looked up and greeted you with a smirk

-“nice hair.”

-“wha-“ you started and then smacked his arm when you realized that your baby hairs were out of sorts “shutup” you scowled

-“good morning” suna hugged you

-“good morning”

-now you were off to class, it always went by too fast, you thought. school was always done in the blink of an eye

-“what’re you doing at lunch?” your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered to you

-“mmm nothing probably why?”

-“let’s eat on the roof today! yui told me there’s gonna be a rainbow cuz it stopped raining.”

-“okay” you smiled

-now at lunch with your friends you ate the bento you had packed before. the rainbow was there and it was beautiful

-you were having fun just laughing with your friends and texting suna while he sent terrible photos of atsumu. things were good, you had forgotten about your mom

-until the end of the day came and you had to go back home

-as usual suna was at his locker waiting so that you could walk home together

-after crossing the street you and suna were at a bike path, trees surrounding the fences

-it was a comfortable silence until...

-“what’s wrong?”

-suna asking took you by surprise, you didn’t think you were acting any different. were you?

-“what are you talking about”

-“you look sad, you did this morning too but then you were fine the rest of the day so I didn’t say anything. but, you look sad again now”

-“oh..”

-so suna just saw right through you

-“ um.. i’m okay.. it’s just ..” you laughed dryly “i don’t really want to go home”

-“did something happen?”

-“yeah.. my parents were fighting, it turned into this whole thing.” you felt a lump in your throat start to form “i don’t really wanna talk about it”

-“okay. you should just come over then, right?”

-“can i?”

-“you literally don’t even have to ask me anymore y/n” suna grabbed your hand and led the way

-when you got there suna hopped on his couch and started putting on something from netflix

-“my parents aren’t home, my sister has a dance thing today” he grabbed a blanket and you sat down, putting your head in his lap

-suna put on a comedy show, of course he would

-he played with your hair while you watched and after an episode or two, he asked

-“do you want to talk about it now?”

-and so you did, you told him what happened last night and what your mom said. your plan was to not cry but that failed miserably

-suna listened intently, he told you the truth, he said that what she said wasn’t true, he told you you could sleepover whenever you needed to.

-kissed you and wrapped you back in the blanket

-“i love you, you know that right? always.”

-he always knew what to say and you loved him for that

-“i love you too, suna”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ kita:

-kita knew, first thing he noticed when he saw you that you weren’t okay

-you woke up with a terrible headache, aching body and stomachache

-so this is it? this is hell? ok.

-but the test.. you had a test today. fortunately you had actually studied for weeks because you knew it was important

-mentally? you were ready for that test. physically? you had the spanish influenza

-so you weighed the options and decided you would go to school, take the test and then come back home after.

-the problem with that was that kita would in fact lecture you on all the reasons you should not have come to school

-he was right of course, but you still decided that you would need to avoid him for today

-spoiler alert it did not work

-your test was your third class of the day so you only had to get through 2 classes and you’d leave at lunch perfectly avoiding kita

-this was what you thought while you were at your locker until you closed it and walked directly into kitas chest

-“wow”

-“good morning y/n-chan”

-“morning kita! i have to go or I’ll be late!”

-you ran😭 and you almost got away too but kita grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side of the hallway

-he felt your forehead and both cheeks

-“you have a fever y/n”

-“no I don’t I’m just hot from walking to school”

-he said 😐

-you signed and rested your head on his chest letting your arms dangle

-“why did you come? you look sick”

-“thanks. I have a test.”

-“how do you feel?”

-you told him your symptoms but also that you were leaving right after the test and you could pull through

-he really didn’t want you to overwork yourself but he knew you were set on taking the test

-so he let you go and he made you promise to text him between classes and let him know if you felt any worse

-and off you went

-honestly, you were fine up until halfway through your second class.. then you started feeling really cold and tired even kind of nauseous

-then in the third class your test was put onto your desk and before you knew it your teacher was saying “begin”

-okay. you can do this you thought to yourself. the test was easy enough with how much you studied, you thought about every answer and you tried to finish quick

-but then it was like time cut itself in half and the bell for lunch was ringing

-you weren’t even done the test yet

-“y/n you can stay in here until your done but i expect you to have it finished soon”

-one question left

-you don’t even remember what you ended up putting before you were up and giving the paper to your teacher

-kita was right there when you left the classroom

-“hey ..hey.. y/n”

-you could barely hear him you just flopped into his arms

-“okay I’m taking you home.. “

-“but..”

-“shh let’s go”

-you don’t remember getting there but then you were in your bed smothered in pillows and blankets

-kita came in

-“what time is it?”

-he looked at his phone “half past 4”

-“4?!” you jolted up “did you even go back to school?” “kita?!”

-he smiled at you “no but it’s okay y/n it was only one day. i wanted to take care of you

-you noticed he had a steaming cup of something in his hands

-“what’s that” you asked

-“its tea, but it’s special tea :)”

-“what do you mean” you laughed

-“my grandma showed me how to make it, it’s gonna make you feel a lot better”

-he’s so cute...

-“kita... you didn’t have to do all this”

-“i wanted to” he sits beside you and hands you the tea

-literally tasted like heaven

-“mmmmm oh my god”

-kita laughed and kissed you on the cheek before joining you in the bed

-you cuddled and watched movies on your laptop until you fell asleep, comfortable in your boyfriends arms

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drabbles-mc · 4 years

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Family Time

EZ Reyes x Reader

Request by the wonderful @ly--canthrope: Shopping for the coming baby and the reader and him are giggly, soft, soon-to-be parents and they end up decorating the nursery together that afternoon and their dog is with them and gets curious about the baby bump and then curls up on the reader’s chest, protecting her because she is the valuable one

Warnings: EZ being a super sweet and cute human, a protective doggo, and baby fever

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: We love a little baby fever for our boy!! EZ would be such a phenomenal dad and you cannot convince me otherwise. Also did I do a little projection with the nursery decorations?? Possibly.

EZ Taglist: @noz4a2 @queenbeered @sincerelyasomebody @sadeyesgf @thesandbeneathmytoes @appropriate-writers-name @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @multiyfandomgirl40 @sillygoose6969 @louisianalady @gemini0410 @paintballkid711 @chibsytelford @yourwonkywriter (If you want to be added to the tags for any of my writing please let me know!)

“Oh but wouldn’t this look cute on the wall above the crib?” you pointed at the framed picture on the top shelf.

EZ smiled, shaking his head, “I just wanna know, Querida,” he walked over to you, resting his hand on your ever-growing baby bump, “how much Winnie the Pooh stuff are you planning on putting in our baby’s room?”

You laughed, placing your hands on top of his, “As much as I can!” you rubbed your stomach lightly, “How long have you been thinking about decorating the nursery?”

He shrugged, “Ever since you told me that you’re pregnant.”

You nodded, “Right. So you’ve been thinking about this for about seven months. I’ll even say a year, since we started talking about kids. But, I, on the other hand,” you laid your hand against your chest, “have been day-dreaming about decorating my baby’s nursery ever since I knew I wanted to be a mom. I got lots of ideas in here,” you tapped the side of your head.

There was a soft smile on EZ’s face and you could feel the love radiating off of him, “I love you,” he leaned in and kissed you.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

He stood up on his toes, reaching the top shelf that you couldn’t and placed the frame in the cart, “But you realize the nursery isn’t that big, right? I mean, we’ll still need somewhere to put the actual baby when they get here.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “There will be room. Besides, babies are small. They could fit anywhere.”

EZ laughed, “I’m not sure that that’s the mentality we should be having,” he leaned against the cart, “How about we take this stuff and cash out. We can head home and start decorating the nursery, and if when we’re done we still have room, we can come out shopping again next week and I won’t give you a hard time about not having room to put the baby somewhere. Deal?”

You smiled, resting your hands on your stomach, “Deal.”

The two of you pulled into the driveway of your house. The second that EZ cut the engine on the car you could hear the dog barking inside. You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. He knew the sound of EZ’s car and yet, despite the countless days he’s heard EZ pull into the driveway, he still loses it every time it happens.

EZ comes over and helps you out of the car. For a while you would try to wave him off, saying that you were pregnant, not incapable. But he would continue to insist, so eventually you stopped fighting him on it. You asked if there were any bags that he’d let you carry in, knowing that he wouldn’t let you do the One-Trip Olympics like you had before you were pregnant. He smiled, handing you the smallest bag as he collected up the rest of them. You rolled your eyes with a smile as you left him to his devices.

You made it to the front door, turning the key in the lock. You tried the best you could to stand off to the side as you opened the door, knowing that your dog was going to fly out into the yard and head right over to EZ. He’d always liked EZ more and you had never really questioned it—EZ was the one who brought him home from the shelter, after all. He was nice to you, but very rarely did he ever get cozy with you.

He came tearing out across the lawn and was attempting to jump on EZ despite the fact that he had multiple bags in each hand. EZ laughed, trying to carefully step around the shepherd that was jumping at him, “Down, boy. Easy.”

He was refusing to let up so you whistled, calling him over to you, “Apollo! Come!”

The dog whipped his head back around to you and slowly trotted over. You stood just inside the door to the house, coaxing him in so that EZ could walk in peace. He trailed happily behind the two of you, sniffing excitedly at the bags that EZ was carrying.

“Looks like we have an extra helper for decorating,” you laughed as Apollo sat in the doorway of the nursery.

“If only he had thumbs,” EZ chuckled.

Both of you looked around the nursery. Painting was already done—EZ had enlisted Angel’s help with that. They’d let you help with that solely because they hated doing the taping. Over the course of a weekend the three of you had turned the previously blank walls of the nursery into a forest scene. While it was for the baby it would be the 100 Acre Wood to keep with your Winnie the Pooh theme, but it was a neutral enough paint job that it could grow up with your child. At least, that was the way that you had pitched the idea to EZ.

The big things had already been put together thanks to Felipe. He wasn’t going to have either of you fretting over putting together the crib and dresser when those were things that he could easily take care of in an afternoon. He’d even attached a mobile to the crib, and also went out and found a nice little bookshelf when you had mentioned it was something you had been thinking of for the baby. He wasn’t always the most verbally expressive man, but you’d never doubted for a second that he loved you and the baby that you had on the way.

“Alright, so what do we need to get into place?” EZ looked over to you for some direction.

You pressed your lips together in thought, “Okay, we need to get the changing table in here, along with the little standalone closet. Plus we got a couple shelves to throw up on the walls. And the string lights. And the framed photos,” you paused, “Oh and the reading corner with the chair.”

“So…the whole room,” EZ laughed as he rested his hand on the back of his neck.

You smiled walking up and kissing him on the cheek, “We don’t need to get it all done today. We got time.”

He rested his hands on your bump, smiling, “Not as much as we think, Querida,” he didn’t take his hands off of you as he continued to talk, “I’ll take care of the changing table and the closet to start. If you want to find a place for the string lights and stuff, I can bring in the chair afterwards and we can work together on the reading corner, okay?”

You nodded, resting your hands on top of his for a moment, “Sounds good. Thank you for doing all the heavy lifting, EZ.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “You’re carrying the most important thing. The least I can do is move some furniture around.”

You were able to hang up the lights and even a couple of the framed photos as EZ got the bulkier furniture all situated in the room. He was right—the nursery wasn’t a huge room, but somehow it still didn’t feel cramped despite all of the things that you were moving into it. It felt cozy, and you couldn’t want for the three of you to spend time there.

“Okay,” EZ took a deep breath, “where’s the chair going?”

You gestured to where the string lights were, “I figured over there? That way there will be some nice soft light while we’re in here reading.”

He smiled, nodding, “Sounds perfect.”

You hated that you pretty much just had to sit back and watch him do everything, but you knew that even if you tried to assist he’d shoo you away. After he situated the chair, he sat down in it and looked around the room. He nodded in approval and waved you over. You crossed the room to meet him, interlocking your fingers with his. He attempted to pull you onto his lap but you shook your head.

“I’m two people now, EZ,” you laughed, “I’ll crush you.”

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. I’m way too strong to be crushed. C’mere,” he tugged at your arm.

You sighed, wanting to pretend that you were annoyed with his persistence but you really loved it. You took his hand in yours and tugged him towards you, “I’d be so much more comfortable just cuddling with you on the couch. You deserve a break from all the hard work anyway,” you lifted his hand to your lips and placed a kiss on his knuckles, “The little stuff can wait until tomorrow.”

The two of you got situated on the couch. You were leaning against EZ’s side, his arm wrapped around you so that he could keep you close but also feel any motion that the baby made. For a few weeks already you had been feeling intermittent kicks, and the sensation never got old. You loved how excited EZ got every time that it happened.

“You’re still okay with not knowing ahead of time?” you asked him as you rubbed your hand over your stomach.

He smiled, nodding, “I like the surprise. No matter what they’re going to be so loved,” he kissed your temple, “Just like their mother.”

You smiled, settling back into him, “I love you.”

He pressed his lips to the side of your head again, “I love you too.”

You both returned your attention to the show you were watching. Every now and then you’d feel a small kick in your stomach, and you’d look over to see EZ with an ecstatic smile plastered across his face as he soaked in the moment. He’d lightly trace his thumb along your stomach for a few moments before his eyes returned to the TV screen.

You heard the jingling of a collar and suddenly Apollo was trying to climb into your lap. You laughed, trying to resituate yourself so that the couch could comfortably hold all three of you. Despite your efforts to make space for him to have his own section of cushion, he was determined to lay with his head in your lap. You and EZ both looked at each other and shared a confused laugh, unsure where the sudden bout of cuddliness came from.

His head was nestled against your stomach and thigh. You gently pet his head and neck, reveling in how calm your usually excited pup was. A few minutes passed with all of you enjoying the calm that had taken over your household. Then you felt another kick. You looked at Apollo, and you could tell that he felt it too. You chuckled quietly to yourself as he pressed his nose against your stomach, trying to figure out what had just happened. While his nose was pressed against the fabric of your shirt, there was another kick. His ears perked up and he looked at you as if to ask if you could explain what had just happened.

You scratched behind his ears, “It’s okay. It’s just the baby. You’ll meet them soon.”

He stared intently at your stomach for a few more moments, waiting for something else to happen. When all was still quiet, he laid his head back into your lap. You watched him for a few moments, chuckling to yourself at the way his eyes would dart over to your stomach every so often before he would close them.

“You think he knows?” EZ asked as he watched the whole scene unfold.

You nod, “I think so. He’s getting ready to love someone else in this house more than he loves either of us,” you chuckled, “You’re about to be de-throned, knocked out of the number one spot on his list.”

He laughed, kissing the top of your head, “I’m alright with that.”

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richboy!yeosang (part 2)

word count: 5k

fluff, smut (tw: mentions of abortion)

(part 1) (miniseries masterlist)

“did you just puke again?”

you look up at yunho from your spot on the couch, bags under your extremely unamused eyes as you nod your head lazily.

you warned him not to come over in the first place today, that you didn’t wanna get him or mingi sick since you’ve spent the past few days still vomiting and feeling like shit.

but he insisted, not wanting you to spend the day alone and cooking for yourself when you didn’t feel your best.

yeosang had stayed home with you for two days but had to get back to his classes, you all but forcing him out of bed in the early morning hours this week.

“yes,” you whine, a pout on your face as he smooths down your messy hair. “which is why you shouldn’t be here!”

he only rolls his eyes as he fixes the blanket over you, claiming he’s immune to all illness before tucking you in like a child and going off to the kitchen to check on the soup he’s making.

you let out a sigh as you hear yunho humming softly, sprawling out on the couch and stretching your aching bones. you thought for sure you had some sort of stomach flu, a slight fever and vomiting along with just pain all over.

but it’s been almost a full week now of waking up and feeling like this, irritation starting to settle in because it feels like you’re never gonna get better.

it makes it even more frustrating that, in the mid-afternoon and nighttime, it seems as if you’re getting better, just for everything to start all over again.

“that’s odd,” yunho hums softly when you tell him that, carrying your bowl of soup and a package of crackers that makes you hold back a smile.

he side-eyes you when he sees your lips twitching, flicking your head gently and gesturing at the food he just cooked for you.

“have you gone to the doctor?”

“you know they freak me out,” you mutter, slurping the soup and humming when the warm broth hits your tongue; if there’s one thing you learned about yunho over these college years, it’s that he’s a great cook.

“this is good.”

“thanks,” he smiles softly, watching closely as you slurp down the broth.

this is a meal he makes for mingi every time the boy isn’t feeling well and, while he knows his boyfriend is secretly wimpier than you, he always looks more...sickly.

pale and sleepy and barely able to lift the spoon into his mouth; but then again, it could be his fiancé being a baby and wanting to be doted on.

“that made me feel better,” you smile happily, getting up from the couch slowly to wash your bowl and spoon before yunho can.

the boy notices and narrows his eyes, following you into the kitchen quickly and leaning against the counter.

“you know, it’s weird that it’s only in the morning,” yunho says inquisitively, “and that yeosang didn’t get it in that first twenty four hours.”

“i know, right, i was thinking the same thing,” you admit, dapping the sponge with dish soap as you clean out your dishes.

“maybe it’s some kind of, like, food poisoning? me and yeosang got that sushi place a few nights before this all-”

your apartment door opening causes you to peek out into the hallway, a tall and annoyed mingi making his way to you; the boy seems even more disappointed when he smells the familiar scent of yunho’s soup.

“did you save some for me?”

“are you sick?” yunho asks, smiling softly when mingi pokes him in the arm. “what happened? why do you look so annoyed?”

“because halloween isn’t for another week and people are already coming into the bars dressed up and shit. if i had to serve one more person covered in a poorly cut white sheet, i was gonna scream.”

you and yunho side eye each other with a smirk, one of mingi’s many complaints about being a part-time bartender the amount of sociable people. but the job works for him despite his less than amused attitude, his withdrawn, mysterious personality and handsome face responsible for his hefty tips.

“what are you guys gonna be? pirates again?” you ask, a wide cheeky grin on your face; for the past three halloweens, they haven’t strayed from their favorite costumes.

“pirates again,” mingi mocks immaturely, his head turning toward you before he does a double take. his hand on your face causes you to stop washing your spoon, eyebrows pulled together as you look at him in confusion.

“what?”

“you look weird,” mingi says bluntly, turning your face side to side. your mouth drops open as yunho smacks him in the arm, coming to your defense and saying that you’ve been sick for the past few days.

“yeah, you asshole! i’ve been puking my guts out all morning, excuse me for not looking my best.”

“even more reason for you to go to the doctor,” yunho chimes in quietly, the icy look you throw his way causing him to smile sweetly.

“but i start to feel fine by the afternoons,” you whine, pulling your face out of mingi’s grasp belligerently. “i have a feeling they won’t even help me.”

“you still have to go, babe,” yunho says softly, running his hand through your hair gently. “that doesn’t sound normal. especially since it’s almost been an entire week.”

you let a sigh as you turn off the sink, wiping your hands on your pants before promptly (and immaturely) stomping back to the couch. it’s in your pursuit to throw yourself back down on the cushions that mingi grabs you before you can, gazing down at you with a wide-eyed expression.

“what?” you whine again, the slightest hint of exasperation in your tone; he’s starting to freak you out.

“has yeosang gotten sick?”

you shake your head.

“and it’s only in the morning?”

a confused nod.

“and you’re just nauseous and puking?

another confused nod, about to ask him what the hell he’s on about before his next question causes your stomach to drop.

“is your period late?”

the question makes you still and you’re faintly aware of yunho’s choked gasp in the background, thinking back to the last time you had your period.

you wrack your brain for the answer but can’t quite remember, pushing down the panic that’s threatening to rise as you start to piece things together.

your skin’s been clear, you haven’t had cramps, your boobs don’t hurt... but even so, that wouldn’t be possible, right?

you’ve been on birth control since high school. there’s no way that’s why your period is late, school just started up and work is stressful.

you’ve been stressed since summer ended, not used to the new routine of life.

there’s no way that the 99.9% effectiveness rate is gonna fail you out of everyone in the world. especially when you’re pretty good about taking it, when you take it everyday around the same-

“holy fuck. it’s late, isn’t it?”

“mingi, shut up! she looks like she’s about to puke again.”

you don’t even realize that you’re panicking until you look up at them and see them watching you carefully, yunho soft and sympathetic while mingi is shocked and almost disturbed.

“i-it’s because i’m stressed,” you say, voice sounding like you’re on the brink of a mental breakdown; the denial and hope is all too evident.

“i have a lot more assignments now for school and work’s been crazy. i’m just stressed and i’m... i can’t be-”

“the pill isn’t always effective, y/n...” yunho says gently, his voice soothing and sweet but doing nothing to calm you.

“yes it is,” you squeak, your eyes wide and hands shaking as you watch the two giant boys looking down at you. “i-it’s 99.9%...”

“they say it’s probably only 91% effective...” mingi says, yunho letting out a scoff as he drags mingi back against his body.

“you’re not helping at all,” he growls lowly in his fiancé’s ear, the dark-haired boy turning around and looking over his face.

“she has morning sickness, yunho, how could this not be-”

“it’s not morning sickness! i can’t be pregnant!”

the thought didn’t even cross your mind, not in the slightest. why would it? you’ve been safe and careful and actively trying to prevent this.

“y/n, it’s okay,” yunho says, making his way over to you slowly.

your heart starts to pound and tears are threatening to burn the back of your eyes, shaking your head frantically as you look between the two boys.

“why is it late? i didn’t- i didn’t even notice. or think about that. oh, my god.”

you throw your head in your hands and yunho’s quick to plop down beside you, putting his arm around you gently before pulling you into him.

he breathes quiet reassurances into your ear for a few silent moments, his scent clean and nice and you try to focus on it surrounding your nose and calming you.

but it does nothing of the sort.

because yeosang’s scent is always the thing to calm you, sweet and familiar and reminiscent of your home that’s mixed with whatever festive candle is burning at the time.

but what would yeosang think about this current situation, knowing that you’re really entertaining the idea that you might be pregnant with his child?

“what would yeosang say?” you blurt out, your head snapping to see mingi now a few feet away from you.

you’re suddenly consumed by how fucking eerie this all is, just a little over a month ago talking with yeosang about your future kids. but he had made it clear it was far into the future, the same way you did.

you never ever thought the future would be only weeks later.

“he said he wanted kids in the future. but the future future! we even said you guys would have kids before us and would need a lot of practice! holyfuck, no. i can’t be pregnant, i can’t be-”

“y/n.”

mingi’s knelt between your legs before you can pass out from lack of air, his face relaxed and eyes looking up at you softly. you swallow the lump in your throat as he exaggerates his breathing, in and out, as he rests his hands on your knees.

“mingi, i can’t. what if i’m actually-”

“stop.”

his voice is deep and gruff as he shakes his head, ignoring yunho’s gaze piercing into his face. your eyes start to well up with tears the more he looks at you, the sympathy in his gaze making you even more uneasy.

“mingi,” you whine but he only shakes his head again, squeezing your knee as he begins to talk.

“we’ll go get a test, okay? all three of us. together.”

“and what if it’s-”

“we’ll deal with whatever result when it happens. but for now, we gotta figure it out first.”

mingi can see the fear behind your eyes so he rubs his hand over your knee soothingly, eventually helping you up and out of the house with yunho.

there’s a slightly tense silence as you guys walk down the block to the nearest pharmacy, trapped between the two boys who bump your arms and occasionally graze your hand affectionately.

you looked over the tests in a daze, your shaky hand reaching to pick out a pack of five as you tried to brace yourself for whatever the result was gonna be.

“i can’t do it.”

“you have to, y/n. how else are we gonna know?” mingi asks you through the door an hour later, the white stick in your hand as you try to force yourself to pee on it.

it’s one thing to pee in a cup at the doctor to make sure all is well but doing it to find out if your life is about to change forever? that’s a lot more daunting to do, let alone on five of them.

“just do one first, then we can go from there,” yunho says gently, his kind, soft-spoken voice not even helping you at this point.

“i can’t!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes as the white test wobbles in your hand.

“you gotta try, babe,” yunho says softly, mingi biting his tongue as he resists the urge to stomp in there and demand to help; his fiancé must know it too, if the chastising look he throws his way tells him anything.

“she’s scared, mingi,” yunho mumbles softly, squeezing his fiance’s arm affectionately.

it’s one of the many, subtle ways he’s learned to calm mingi down over the years, whether it be when the boy is an anxious fit or ready to bite someone’s head off.

“i know she is but she could not be pregnant,” the tall boy rationalizes, placing his hand atop yunho’s absentmindedly. “so she’s just freaking herself out for nothing.”

“you’d freak out too if you thought you were pregnant.”

“okay, well no shit,” mingi deadpans, a laugh bubbling from yunho that has a smile lighting up the usual grouchy boy’s face.

“why are you guys laughing!” you yelp, whipping open the door to reveal yourself with tears brimming in your eyes. “this is no laughing matter!”

“can you just piss already?” mingi asks snippily, yunho pinching his arm and mumbling for him to get you some water before looking at you encouragingly.

his hands cup your face gently, eyes soft and sympathetic as he looks you over.

“i know you’re scared, y/n, but the quicker you can go, the quicker you’ll have the results and know for sure.”

“yunho, if i’m pregnant, what am i gonna-”

“then you’re pregnant and we’ll figure out what to do next,” he says with finality, his thumbs stroking over your cheek gently. “but you could also not be pregnant and just be stressed with everything, like you said. we won’t know until you pee.”

you let out a noise between a huff and a laugh, looking at him with a frown before taking a deep breath and braving the bathroom once again.

it takes you a few moments, getting the urge to urinate as you place the stick between your legs but eventually, you have it in the sink and you’re gripping the counter tightly.

never ever did you think in a million years you’d be in this situation during your junior year of college, hunched over a sink in your ritzy, city apartment waiting for the results of a pregnancy test.

you have to imagine yeosang never pictured this either, the kids he planned to have in his adult years way after college coming to him nearly 10 years early.

tears burn your eyes as you picture telling him, lucky to not have the financial burden of raising a child but instead...everything else. the way one’s life and relationships and mindsets truly change after becoming a parent.

using the word parent to describe you and yeosang doesn’t even sound right.

how are you supposed to do this? tell him and think it over and make decisions about this when most days, you two can’t even decide what you wanna eat.

you both still have so much left to do with your young adult lives, finishing school and getting jobs and maybe traveling to the top ten countries you guys decided one night at two a.m.

could you do all of it with a baby? could you guys survive it at all? is this something yeosang would even consider despite being-

“y/n? did you do it?” yunho’s soft voice calls, the eerie silence within the bathroom making the two giant boys panic right outside.

they get their answer when you open the door and stare at them with a terrified expression, wide eyes and a wobbling lip that immediately causes mingi to pull you into him.

you crumble against him as you bury your face in his broad chest, only slightly aware of yunho petting the top of your head calmingly.

the apartment is silent despite the honks and bustle of the city outside, all three of you breathing slowly and calmly as you inhale the smell of mingi and yunho’s combined scents; you think it has something to do with them sharing clothes more often than not.

the silence is broken when you three hear a beep from a few feet away, your head snapping up and back toward the bathroom as mingi mumbles a low “shit.”

yunho sneers at him before walking over to you, giving you a knowing look as tears well up in your eyes.

“it’s okay,” the dark haired boy promises, firmly believing that no matter what the result is, it’ll all eventually be okay.

“you look first,” you beg, voice barely above a whisper.

you can’t bring yourself to look at it yet, knowing that there’s a 50% chance your life is about to drastically change.

you need the last few moments of pure panic before you either become so relieved and overwhelmed with gratitude or start to panic 100 times more.

“are you sure?” yunho asks apprehensively, now feeling a bit of fear pull in his own gut.

“positive,” you say, your face falling just as mingi snorts, “it might be.”

“mingi,” yunho mumbles warningly just as you snap your head in his direction.

the death glare you send his way nearly makes him smile, if the mood wasn’t so tense and yunho wasn’t glaring at him and you weren’t four seconds away from finding out if a fetus is about to start growing inside you.

“please look before i start to puke again.”

yunho looks over your face one more time before letting out a sigh, walking into the bathroom and looking down at the white stick in the sink.

he feels his heart drop into his stomach immediately, tightening his hold on the marble countertop as he swallows. mingi notices the way his adams apple bobs and feels his own eyes widening, squeezing past you as you watch the scene unfold in front of you.

mingi places his hand on yunho’s arm as he peers over the boy’s shoulder, a gasp leaving his mouth that immediately causes tears to spring to your eyes.

and it’s when your best friend looks at you with a flood of different emotions swirling in his eyes, you already know what the result is.

the same result as the other four tests you took afterward, a total of five positive pregnancy tests right there in your bathroom sink.

you’re not sure how long you cried into your hands as you slumped onto the couch, sobs wracking your body and shaking as you tried to come to terms with it.

because the prospect of your life changing wasn’t the only scary thing, yeosang’s reaction and your parents wasn’t the only scary thing; the journey of the pregnancy itself was fucking terrifying.

watching and feeling your body change and going through an ordeal every woman describes as something so incredibly painful. you’d already been puking and having body ache thus far, and you know things are only gonna get worse.

even after your cries eventually stop, your face red and eyes sore and nose full of wet snot, the boys next to you are still silent. you almost think they expected the results to be negative, not to go back and check again and again and again for the two tiny pink lines displayed on the screen.

“i’m scared.”

it’s the first thing you say to break the silence after god knows how long, mingi looking to you just as yunho reaches out and holds your hand in his. they were lost in their own little world too, wondering how you’re gonna handle going through this and what yeosang’s response will be.

they know he loves you and will be by your side no matter what but it’s still a hard situation to grasp. being young and scared and faced with the challenges an accidental pregnancy creates.

“what are you gonna do?” mingi asks softly; you know the situation has gotta be bad, because you don’t know if you’ve ever heard his voice this sweet talking to anyone besides yunho.

“i don’t know,” you say, voice barely above a whisper as the last remaining tears burn the back of your eyes. “i just...i don’t know. i’m so fucking scared.”

“well do you wanna...keep it?” mingi asks, yunho’s head snapping to the side as he looks at him. “you have options, you know.”

"i know,” you tell him softly, licking over your lips nervously; you never thought in a million years this would be a predicament you were in. “i don’t know if i could do that. i’m scared... but that seems scarier to me. and i still have to tell yeosang.”

the two boys don’t comment as you sit there with your thoughts, your leg starting to bounce nervously as you think about telling yeosang this news; this kind of announcement should be happy and joyful and exciting, you feel bad by the sheer terror pulsing in your veins.

“i have to tell yeosang,” you repeat, yunho and mingi looking you over as you start to think aloud. “what is he gonna say? what if he gets mad?”

“he’s the one who did it, how the fuck is he gonna get mad?” mingi growls, the semi-like, hate relationship with the boy coming out; he doesn’t think yeosang will react like that but he knows if he does, he’ll for sure crack his head open the way he intended to in the library back in high school.

“he’s not gonna be mad,” yunho assures, side eyeing mingi before he places a hand on your shoulder. “he’s probably gonna be just as scared as you.”

and you think if yeosang came home later that night in a good mood, you would’ve seen that yunho was right.

but the second your boyfriend got in the door, you knew he wasn’t okay. his face was pale and sunken and he looked utterly defeated, hair messy from the downpour of rain and just an overall look of exhaustion over him.

“work is driving me fucking insane, babe, it’s like they don’t know i’m still in school,” he tells you over dinner, his fork viciously stabbing into a piece of chicken.

“i have a hundred different things to do and they’re being assholes because i asked for one fucking extension. i’m just about ready to tell them to go fuck themsel- are you okay?”

he looked up from his food to see you staring down at your plate of noodles, completely untouched as your eyes train blankly on the white take out bowl.

“baby?” he hums lowly, his hand touching yours causing you to jump slightly. his eyebrows pull together slightly as he looks over your face, looking for any visible signs of stress or upset. “what’s wrong? do you not like it?”

“oh, no, no,” you laugh out humorlessly, bringing your fork down to swirl a few noddles before popping it in your mouth. “sorry, i’m just sleepy. yunho and mingi came over today.”

“ahh, tired my sick girl out, huh?” he teases, a frown on his face as he places the back of his hand on your head. “how’d you feel today? i hated leaving you.”

it takes everything in you not to burst into tears on the spot, your stomach twisting painfully as you shrug your shoulders at him.

“fine,” you mumble, “threw up a few times, then felt better. the same thing.”

“you gotta go to the doctor, love,” yeosang says, wiping at the corner of your mouth where a small speck of sauce lay. “i know you hate them but this is weird. especially since i feel fine.”

you only smile softly at him and nod, stomach sinking again after he adds on, “well, apart from being worried about you and so fucking annoyed with work. i know hwa’s mom got me the job but, shit, i’m about ready to be a real dick.”

“don’t do that,” you chastise lightly, smacking him in the arm playfully. he only chuckles in response, the tenseness in his eyes from the moment he walked in slowly disapating.

you can’t mention this tonight. you have to wait until his stress is minimal and news of his baby won’t be the thing that puts him over the edge.

“congratulations, you’re almost seven weeks pregnant!”

the words didn’t surprise you when you went to the doctor three days later, mingi’s hand in yours with a horrible pit in your stomach.

it felt wrong to be here with anyone who wasn’t yeosang but yunho and mingi had begged you to go, stressing your own personal safety as well as ensuring you didn’t somehow get five false positives.

and over the next few days, anytime you’d try to tell yeosang, something always came up and prevented you.

work and school still stressing him out, his coworkers inviting you guys to dinner, you passing out while he was still in the shower because apparently the first trimester is doing you so dirty already.

“you have to tell him soon, babe,” yunho said a week after that doctors appointment, holding back a laugh as he remembers the horror that crossed his fiance’s face when everyone thought he was the proud father to be.

“have you told him yet?” mingi asked two weeks later, back from a vacation with yunho where they couldn’t help but worry about you and yeosang.

his eyes widened and he covered his face with his hands when you shook your head no, his loudly spoken “what are you waiting for!” echoing through the small coffee shop.

“keep your voice down!” you snap, smacking him from across the table as you shoot him a stern look.

“y/n, it’s almost been a month and he still doesn’t know he’s gonna be a dad,” the boy whispers now, even though yeosang’s across the city at work and there’s only a few other people in the store right now.

“he’s been stressed about work and school and there just... hasn’t been a right time,” you reason weakly.

because even though that is the truth, he has been stressed and news of this would surely add on to it, you also know that telling him would make this all feel too real.

put it out in the world that you’re pregnant and he’ll be a father and you’ll both have to start making decisions based around those facts; are you both ready for this discussion?

you don’t feel ready. you feel more scared about this than you’ve ever felt in your entire life

“there might not ever be a good time, y/n,” mingi says softly, understanding why you’re scared but also knowing, despite his own feelings toward the boy, that yeosang will love you no matter what.

“and even though he’s a fucking dick, he loves you. and he wouldn’t want you being scared and dealing with this alone.”

tears prick your eyes because you know what mingi’s saying is right. and you guess if you’re gonna be terrified and stressed out, you might as well be together.

but your stomach nearly sinks that night, yeosang’s arm around your shoulder as you both watch tv, when he lowers the volume and begins to speak.

“baby, can i ask you something?”

you turn around and peek up at him, his eyes soft and curious and it makes your heart pull in your chest that even you can see the love reflecting in them.

“hm?” you hum as you look at him, warm and comfortable in his hold; because as far as stress and ways to relieve it go, you two usually fuck until you forget it.

but you haven’t felt right in the mornings and get sleepy by night, something you know yeosang had to have noticed and is too sweet to call you out on.

“are you... is everything okay?” he asks, his arm rubbing at your shoulder gently. “i feel like you’ve been out of it these past few weeks.”

he noticed the week you were sick but chopped it up to just that, feeling gross and drained and he completely understood it.

but then it seemed as if you started to avoid him completely, pushing away when he’d try to deepen a kiss or mutter that you weren’t in the mood when he sank to his knees at your bedside.

“and i don’t know... you seem a little distant,” he mumbled lowly, his hand slowly reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “i just wanna make sure everything’s okay.”

you think maybe it’s a little bit of everything that makes you promptly burst into tears. his sweetness and the starting of hormones and the guilt of keeping this secret from him for far too long.

“baby, what happened?” yeosang mumbles, his heart sinking the second he sees the tears well in your eyes.; he wasn’t sure what happened or what was wrong but he knew it had to be something.

you can only sniffle as you bury your face in his chest, shaking your head as you just cry and cry into him.

you’re faintly aware of his hand running through your hair, lips against your head as he takes deep, calming breaths.

“please tell me what’s wrong,” he says after a few moments, pulling your face out of his chest so you can meet his gaze. the look in your eye is one he’s never seen before and he doesn’t know what to make of it, wiping wetness from your cheeks as he looks at you pleadingly.

“c’mon, my love. talk to me,” his deep voice begs, a tiny sob leaving your mouth as you shake your head again.

“you’re gonna be mad,” you whimper out, knowing that you keeping this from him for this long was so fucking stupid; but you’re scared and you know he’s gonna be too, especially given his.... upbringing.

there are just so many factors that are making all of this ten times scarier.

“i won’t, baby,” he tells you gently, a pout on his lips as he looks down at you.

he’s not used to seeing you this upset, he hates seeing you cry and in any sort of pain since, for the past few years, you’ve only ever cried because of stupid, cheesy movies.

but you can only look at him with a blank expression, both of knowing very well how short his fuse could be.

“when do i ever get mad at you?” he corrects, a tiny smile breaking out across his face when you sniffle and your face scrunches up.

he doesn’t know what you’re about to tell him, or what could be so scary and upsetting that you’re breaking down like this, but he knows that when it comes to you, he’s wrapped around your finger.

and nothing you tell him could ever be that bad and panic-inducing.

“i’m pregnant.”

part 3

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