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sweetcathedral · 3 years

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Note: Finally revamped this story I had in my docs for a couple of months! I had to buy up all the mangas to fully understand the use of cursed energy & techniques since they contain detailed explanations from Akutami. Also had to take out ‘fillers’ since my intention was to keep it a short story that can either stand alone or could turn into a mini series later on, if I wanted to. My intention with this piece was more about story telling than nsfw, so skip to the last segment for nsfw. Hope y’all enjoy!

⚠️: 18+, backstory, plot, light bondage, fingering, raw, breeding

It was a bright and early morning for you to be running errands, but you were too excited to keep still, since Nanami was able to book a day off for you. You decided to pass the time grocery shopping for the ingredients you needed for lunch and dinner later on. Should I make macarons for dessert this time?

“Are . . . are you, o—okay? . . .” an eerie voice stops you in your tracks.

A cursed spirit hovers over the rails on the bridge ahead of you. You pass through this bridge often and the cursed spirits you encounter were usually no more than grade 3 at most, but this one was a grade 1. Nanami never let you anywhere near a curse that was more than a grade 3, probably because he didn’t want to risk the chance. Although you weren’t a Jujutsu sorcerer like he is, he trained you as if you were one.

You look to see if there was anyone around. No one. Carefully, you approach the curse, who’s taking no interest in you,

“I’m sorry,” you softly muttered. Upon absorbing the spirit through the brush of your finger, a series of feelings and memories flood your mind. Sadness, anger, jealousy, regret, anxiety, depression, mourning, resent. A funeral, a woman jumping off the bridge, failed tests, a child being burnt by cigarettes. The feelings and memories were never this vivid to you. Ah, I should’ve ignored it, you thought to yourself as your vision began to blur. But the last time you ignored one was back home—when your ex decided to take their own life. Everything went black.

It was only a fly head, but as time passed by it slowly grew on your ex, taking a toll on their physical health, then their mental health. After finishing their university degree, the job they finally landed was at a black company. The more hours they racked up at work, the less time you spent with each other.

“Sorry, I’ll be coming home late again.”

“Can we reschedule?”

“I’m afraid I can’t make it today.”

“How about another time?”

“Sorry, I need to take this call. It’s for work.”

Day by day they became distant and unresponsive to you. You were probably just as frustrated as they were. A feeling you’ll regret when the company calls to inform you of your ex’s body being found outside of work. They had jumped off the roof of the building. When you arrived at the morgue, a cursed spirit you haven’t seen before was latched to their lifeless body. The fly head you last saw had grown into a curse during the time they were away from you. Without hesitation, you absorbed it through the palm of your hand and all of their emotions and memories clouded your mind. Pain, stress, pressure, anxiety, depression, resentment, jealousy, anger, frustration.

“We’re on a tight schedule this week. I need this done by the end of the day.”

“You don’t have the luxury of a break right now.”

“What do you mean you can’t get it done? Do you know how important this is?”

“The meeting wasn’t a success. I’m gonna have to demote you.”

“Better than being fired.”

“Hey, if you do this for me I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Thanks to your hard work I was able to get promoted.”

All of their darkest memories played through your head, all the way until they walked to the roof of the building and jumped off. When you got back home, you broke down and cried in guilt and shame. You should’ve dealt with it before all of their feelings accumulated past the point of saving. The company.

After your emotions calmed down, you changed into a simple black outfit: a baseball cap, tee, jeans and your leather boots. That same night, you decided to break into the company and out of pure anger and regret, you take on every curse you saw in your path.

“Emerge from darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure,” Nanami chanted.

The veil spills over the building, where a numerous amount of employees committed suicide. Branding it as stigmatized.

“There was a recent suicide report this morning,” Ino looks over to the stained silhouette on the pavement before following Nanami.

The duo entered the building and scanned through each floor up until the roof.

“Hey, isn't the building supposed to be crawling with curses? Cause there wasn’t any on my way here,”

“Something’s not right,” Nanami thought for a moment, “Ino, did you bump into anyone on your floors?”

“Nope. They emailed the president to make sure that the building was empty,”

“Are you sure?”

“You wanna double check with me?”

Nanami and Ino make their way back down, this time examining every single room and closed door. There was no trace of residuals either. Usually there would be a few fly heads here and there, but it was spotless—a complete ghost town. Nothing?

“NANAMI!”

Without hesitation, Nanami sprinted to where Ino shouted. When he flung the door open, Ino was being engulfed by a large curse, similar to that of a human centipede. This must be the one that ate all the other curses.

“Ino! Hold still!”

Just as Nanami aimed his technique, you absorbed the curse from behind, freeing Ino and pushing him out of the way. Resulting in you being hit by Nanami’s cursed energy across your upper body. They quickly rushed to your side,

“We have to get her to a hospital!” Ino panics as he puts pressure on your wound. You were out cold and unresponsive, but you still had a faint pulse. Nanami immediately takes off his blazer and bundles it up, applying it to your wound.

“It’ll be too late when she reaches the hospital,” he closes his eyes to think for a quick moment. Shit! “Tell Gojo to get Ieiri here!” he tosses his phone to Ino, already dialing Gojo’s phone. Please, don’t die. Your pulse started to fade and your body went cold. Please . . .

Before Gojo was able to answer, your eyes flutter open and you look around to see Nanami and Ino hovering over you in shock.

“Huh? Who are you people?” you slowly get up and notice your ripped top covered in blood, “eh? EH?!”

You patted yourself in a panic. You’ve seen blood before in movies, but never this much blood in real life. There was no sense of pain and the gash was gone, leaving no scar behind. Nanami swings his blazer over you,

“You stained it, but it’s better than nothing,”

“Stained? I stained it?” his blazer was soaked in blood. “Wait, this is my blood?!”

“Um, yeah, . . . you kinda died,” Ino responded from behind him.

“Hellllloooooooo! I picked up, you should be grateful!” Gojo’s voice shouts from the phone.

Nanami takes his phone back from Ino and hangs up.

“Can you stand?” he averts his eyes back to you.

“Um,” you look down and wiggle your toes to see if your legs were injured before standing. No sign of pain, but they were trembling so you kneeled instead.

“What are you doing here? ‘Cause I doubt you work here.”

Feeling caught, you frantically try to make up a quick excuse.

“. . . revenge,” there wasn’t an excuse good enough to hide what you were doing, so you told the truth. The whole truth: from when you first saw the fly head to how you ended up at the company on personal terms.

“You know, you have talent for someone who’s not familiar with curses. Your body unconsciously healed itself,” Ino pointed out. He was comfortablely laying on his stomach, his hands propping his head up and his legs sprawled out on the floor. Nanami was intently listening to you, leaning against the wall.

“Is anyone else in your family able to do that?” Nanami asked.

“No. At least, I don’t think so. I’ve always lived with my grandparents, so I don’t know much about my birth parents,”

Cursed spirits were an everyday thing to you. For as long as you could remember you’ve always been able to see them, it was only until you pointed one out to your grandmother that not everyone could see them. As for your supposed talent, you only learned that you were able to absorb curses a couple years ago. You paid no mind to it, but now that you’ve met Ino and Nanami it’s different now, and confusing.

Ino talked to you about their Jujutsu world. The meaning of curses, cursed techniques, cursed energy, him, Nanami, Gojo, the higher ups, the students, the school, and more. Nanami stood there in silence, listening to your conversation between you and Ino, only interacting when prompted.

“HEY!” a shout echoed through the building, startling the three of you.

“What the—”

“Ino, get her out of here.”

“But isn’t that just Gojo?”

“Leave. Gojo can’t know about you.”

Nanami quickly helped you and Ino up, pushing you through the door before closing them.

“Hey! Who said you could hang up on me like that!” you can hear Gojo through the doors.

“You came here ‘cause I hung up on you?” Nanami asked, not hiding his annoyance.

Ino holds his finger up to his lips, telling you to keep silent as the two of you quietly walk out the building, the sound of Gojo and Nanami’s bickering fading away.

“Man, we’re finally out,” Ino sighs.

“Oh, I still have Nanami’s blazer,” you start to take it off, but Ino stops you.

“It’s fine. Keep it as an excuse for you to see him again. Here,” he pulls his phone out, “if you’re comfortable, I can type out our infos in your phone.”

Without thinking much about it, you hand him your phone. He adds both their contact info before waving his goodbyes and heading back into the building. The whole night felt like a fever dream, but the feeling of Nanami’s blazer around you reassured you that what happened that night was real and that you’ll live to see another day.

“NA~NA~MIN~CHAN~!” Gojou shouts from the door of the lounge. Tch. Nanami sighs from his seat, casually reading the business and stock section of the newspaper.

“What are you doing on your day off? Cause if you—,”

“Nothing.”

“Boo, why don’t—,”

“No.”

“I didn’t even finish what I was saying yet!”

“Declined.”

“. . .” Gojo stares at him in silence before punching his middle finger through Nanami’s newspaper. For fuck sakes. At this point, Nanami’s patience has run out and he rips the newspaper in half, exposing the rest of Gojo’s arm. He kept up with Gojo’s antics for far too long, that even Gojo was surprised he lost his composure.

A series of bickering and material noises can be heard coming from the lounge. As Yaga was about to open the door to see what all the yelling was about, Gojo ran into him, trying to escape from Nanami’s beating.

“Principal Yaga! Perfect timing ‘cause I think you should reconsider my proposal to put that man on a leash!” Gojo points to an exhausted Nanami in overtime mode.

“. . . Get off of me,” instinctively, Yaga had his arms out when Gojo comfortably jumped into them.

“Principal Yaga, apologizes. I’ll clean up right away,” Nanami collected himself and bowed.

“Don’t bother. Satoru will clean this mess,”

“HUH?!”

In the end, Yaga had produced several cursed corpses to monitor Gojo so that he finishes cleaning up and repairing the damages.

“It’s my first time hearing you book a day off. Never took you as someone who lets themselves rest,”

“Working alongside Gojo has made me rethink my decisions,” Nanami doesn’t know why, but ever since he helped you that day Gojo’s been especially clingy to him. Like a little sibling asking to be babied and given attention 24/7, it was annoying and drained his energy every day. Did he find out? The reason Nanami had been keeping you a secret from Gojo and everyone else (except for Ino) was to keep you free from their restrictions and expectations. Knowing Gojo, he would immediately use you against the higher ups, so Nanami chose to stay quiet about you. Keeping you as far away from their world as possible, but conversing with you regularly wasn’t helping nor making it easier for him. He should’ve cut all ties with you the moment you messaged him about his blazer, trying to return it. He had more than enough money to easily replace it, but . . . in all honesty, he just wanted to see you again. Don’t bring personal feelings into work, don’t bring personal feelings into work, don’t bring personal feelings into work, he repeated to himself over and over again.

It’s been a little over a year since you first met, but even if that was enough time for you to move on he still felt guilty falling for you. To Nanami, it felt wrong liking someone who had just lost a loved one, but overtime the temptation of taking a step forward kept growing on him. Suddenly, the vibration of his phone goes off. Ino?

“Hello?”

“Nanami! She won’t wake up, the idiot went and took care of a grade 1,” Ino panicked.

Tch.

“I thought I told you to keep the area free of curses,”

“I did. I don’t know where this one came from, though,”

“I’m on my way,” Nanami hangs up and excuses himself for the day.

Please be okay.

The sound of quick shuffling and frantic mumblings start to get louder as you come closer to waking up. Someone’s here? Nanami? You open your eyes and look around to see Ino pacing back and forth beside you,

“Ino? What are you doing—?” a flood of memories rush back to you: your unfinished errands, the ingredients, the bridge, the curse, collapsing, an unfamiliar figure. Could that be . . . “Hey, how’d you know where I was?”

“Hm? Oh, your neighbour called me and told me that you collapsed at the bridge. He said that he helped carry you home, but to come check up on you just in case,”

You think back to your neighbours, but no one comes to mind who’d be willing to help you. The neighbours you’re surrounded by are the types to call an ambulance, if they ever came across a situation like that. You don’t even converse with them much, since Nanami wanted your interactions to be kept to a minimum. So over protective. As you get up from your couch a wave of dizziness falls over you, making it hard for you to stand.

“Are you okay?” Ino rushes to assist you and settles you back down on the couch.

“Yeah, just a head rush,”

“I’ll go get you some water,” he runs to the kitchen (not that it’s far).

Ino was like a little brother to you and Nanami, he always kept an eye on you because in his words “if something bad were to happen to you, I just know Nanami would break inside”. You look down at your hands, still trembling from the curse you dealt with earlier, but feeling nothing out of the ordinary. The first time you absorbed a curse that strong was when you first met Ino and Nanami, but there were no signs of repercussions. The amount of energy that cursed spirit held was reversed to heal your wound and bring you back to life. You hear the front door being opened and see Nanami rush into the room, he sighs a breath of relief upon seeing you.

“Welcome back,” Ino says from the kitchen.

You try to welcome him too, but you were scared he was going to lecture you about safety and all that, so you kept quiet. Even though you’re avoiding his eyes, you can still feel them boring into you. He walks over and lowers himself at your eye level, taking your trembling hands into his.

“. . . I was about to lecture you, again, but I’m happy enough to see you alive,”

You finally look up to meet his eyes. Although he’s holding a stern face now, you can tell that he was just worried. Is he still hung up about that accident?

“I’m fine, you know it’s not like last time,” you softly reassure him.

“I know . . . I was still worried, though,” his thumbs brush over your hands.

Ino comes from around the corner with a glass of water, taking a seat beside you on the couch. After both of you fill Nanami in about what happened to you, Ino says his goodbyes, leaving just the two of you alone.

“Man, must be nice coming home to a girl after a long day at work. Good for Nanami,” he says to himself, whistling out the door. He deserves it.

All of a sudden, something latches tightly over his mouth and throat, dragging him into an empty ally. Ino manages to loosen himself out of the grip and turns to see,

“Gojo?!”

“Ya-ho!”

Gojo waves his hand with a stupid grin plastered across his (pretty) face. After finishing (cheating) his duties at the lounge room, he changed out of his usual uniform and made his way back here. His all black outfit consisting of sunglasses, a loose tee, jeans, and oxfords.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I didn’t know you were the one that’d come check up on her, what a surprise.”

“Wait, how’d you—!” the call flashed in Ino’s mind. “You were the neighbour that called me?”

“Ding, ding, ding!”

Nanami’s already stressed enough. How long has he known?

“If you’re thinking about how long I’ve known, then it’d be ever since the day he hung up on me when you guys were at that black company mission.”

How immature. “Then were you also the one that set up the grade 1 curse?”

“I mean, duh.”

Ugh, crazy. “Just so you know I plead the fifth,”

“Is that an American joke you learned from her? Anyways,” Gojo crosses his fingers and pulls his sunglasses down. “Domain expansion: Unlimited Void.”

“Nanami, wait,” you pull away from him for a moment to catch your breath, but he pulls you back in for a deeper kiss.

Once Ino left and the door clicked closed, Nanami threw himself at you in a heated flash. At first, it was the feeling of his hands tracing your body and now it’s his soft lips leaving marks along your neck and collarbones. He’s sitting on the edge of the couch while you’re facing him, prettily settled on his hips. You slip out of your top and bra, since it was already half way off from Nanami fondling you underneath your clothes. You can feel his bulge as you teasingly grind your hips. His hand grips your hips,

“Keep doing that and I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Then don’t hold back,” you whisper in his ear before taking his hand and guiding it to the wet spot underneath the slit of your satin skirt. Without wasting his chance, he twists his fingers in you, holding you down on his hips and watching you melt into lewd expressions, burying your face in his chest as your hand clenches his shirt. Only gasps and moans were able to tumble off your wet lips as your body twitches from ecstasy.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice reverberates down the nape of your neck. He loosens his tie to bind your arms behind you, switching your position so that your back is facing him now. Knowing what he’s about to do makes your stomach flutter. You raise your trembling hips a little, feeling him brush the tip of his cock along your slick folds before pushing you down on him.

“Haa!” the force of it sends a shuddering wave through your body.

“You told me not to hold back, so don’t you start complaining now,” Nanami grips your face and turns it slightly towards him, kissing your tears away. The feeling of his rough hands slowly drags down to your throat and tightly grips at the sides. He thrusts into you hard as you beg for him to fill you up inside. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix stroking every inch deeper into you.

“Fuck,” he groans. A warm feeling fills you up in your lower abdomen and gushes out onto the couch. You and Nanami fall back, panting to catch your breaths.

“Are you okay? I hope that wa—,” you shut him up with a kiss. Slowly lifting your hips back up, you feel his cum dripping down your thighs. You slip his cock back inside you, his hands embracing you once again as he gets bigger. Unable to focus, you fall into a drunken daze getting lost in his pleasure.

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mrvltwimagines · 3 years

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Just Another Day

PLATONIC-ISH COWORKER!SEBASTIAN STAN x READER x (TINY BIT OF) PLATONIC COWORKER!MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

SUMMARY: You had gotten too comfortable at your old job where no one noticed anything about you and didn’t think about how hard it would be to hide your ongoing secrets from your new coworkers.

WARNINGS: Domestic Abuse, Mentions of Anxiety

WORD COUNT: 4.4k (whew another long one, oopsies!)

You knew with starting a new job that some of your secrets would shine through eventually. You were beyond grateful to have gotten this job, even if it was just retail. You had been struggling financially which had taken a toll on your mental health, so working again and knowing you have consistent paychecks coming your way was relieving.

Compared to your previous job, it only took the first day working at this new company to realize how bad you previously had it and how lucky you were to have landed this one. Your coworkers were all so nice, and while the customers you dealt with continuously acted like they were above you, that was just a part of working in retail.

Your anxiety was heightened during the first few days. You didn’t know anyone and you had to go through the constant motions of introducing yourself to anyone and everyone even though the very last thing you wanted to do was draw attention to yourself. The assistant store manager, Sebastian, was always checking in on you, even going as far as to ask how you were feeling mentally being thrown into such a large environment as the new person. You always responded that you were doing fine, but your anxiety was always creeping around the corner. You struggled with controlling your emotions at your previous job, always feeling so unprofessional and naive to cry or get upset when things got too much so you felt as if you needed to make a pact with yourself to not show as much emotion at this new job.

You had noticed the pattern of male dominance throughout your new job. A lot of the women worked around the front end, leaving you to be one of the few working the floor with mainly men. You tried not to let your nerves show through each time you had to converse with some of the guys. You knew everyone here was going to be professional, but your guard was still up that one of them could act out.

The feeling of your phone continuously vibrating broke you out of your thoughts as you worked on the task at hand. You knew exactly who it was and fought the urge to roll your eyes, but even when you weren’t with him you didn’t do anything that would get you in trouble if you were in his eyesight. Taking a peek around you, you slyly pulled your phone out of your pocket, reading the texts from your boyfriend, most of them not being important but you knew the rule on texting back. Typing out a quick response with little commentary and answers to each of the texts, you slipped your phone back into your work vest.

“You doing alright over here?” you couldn’t help the small jump your body did out of habit while turning around with your hand over your chest. A small chuckle left Sebastian's mouth as he apologized for sneaking up on you. You could feel the heat rising to your face and neck, embarrassed at the thought of what he just witnessed.

“It’s fine, i’m doing fine,” you replied, nodding your head a bit towards what you were working on as if to prove that you were actually doing something productive, “I should easily be able to finish this all before i’m off today.”

“Oh good, thank you,” he smiled, “Just let me or Matthew know if you’re ever getting too overwhelmed and we’ll back off on giving you so many projects.”

“Oh trust me, compared to what i did at my last job, i am completely happy and not overwhelmed here, but thank you anyways.”

Your conversation lasted a few minutes longer before he had to run off to help out in another part of the store leaving you to get back to your task.

The day flew by and before you knew it, it was the end of your last shift of your first week. You were overall ecstatic about working again and having such an easy going manager. The entire week went by so fast and luckily hasn’t added any more stress to your already stressful life.

Waving goodbye to a few of your coworkers, you peeked into Sebastian’s office to see him and Matthew having a conversation. You were about to duck back out, but made eye contact with Matthew and he was quick to halt their conversation, waving you in.

“You heading out for the day?” he asked, a small smile gracing his face.

Sebastian was the one who initially interviewed you for your job. He brought a comforting presence and was a huge reason why you felt it was a no brainer for you to take the job offer. Everyone else you talked to during the hiring process had nothing but kind things to say about him, and within the past week you understood and agreed with all the compliments that were laid upon him. Matthew was a manager you had met on your first day. You didn’t know what to expect out of him, other than the fact that Sebastian had referred to him as the peace making string bean. You initially laughed at that but upon meeting him, it was an incredibly fitting description. You felt no awkwardness or uncomfortableness around him, and thoroughly enjoyed the times you’ve gotten to work with him over the past week.

“Yeah, i’m sorry, i don’t mean to interrupt, i just wanted to wish you both a good weekend,” you retorted. You hadn’t felt much fear while working around all the men you do, but the possibility that either of them could be annoyed or upset that you just interrupted their conversation stuck in your head.

“No need to apologize, thank you, y/n,” Sebastian cut in, “You go have a great weekend, and we’ll see you bright and early on Monday, yeah?” You nodded, sending one last small wave before heading out of the office and the entire building altogether.

Your smile faded and your nerves began to pick up on your drive home. You knew better than to talk about your new coworkers with your boyfriend, in fear that he’ll get upset that you spend so much time working with mainly other men. You used to find his jealousy endearing, thinking he was just worried to lose you, but it quickly grew tiring and left you feeling guilty and scared.

Your boyfriend had the tendency to not be able to control his anger. You’d been together for close to four years now, and about halfway through that something snapped in him and changed him for the worst. Any little thing could set him off, and while throwing verbal insults at you was his main technique, he has put his hands on you more than you’d like to admit. You felt so trapped and stupid for still being in love with him. You wanted to blame this all on a rough patch and that he was just stressed out, but it’s been a few years now and you’re worried that this is how it’ll always be. You didn’t have anyone else to turn to, and if you two broke up you didn’t know where you’d even go considering there’s no way you could afford to live on your own.

As you approached and parked near your apartment building, you quickly regain your composure and gave yourself a quick pep talk. You’ve got this, just put a smile on your face and hope he’s in a good mood. This weekend doesn’t have to be horrible.

* * *

By time Monday morning came around, more than half of your body was bruised and your confidence was at an all time low. The words your boyfriend yelled at you swam around in your brain, and the pain of the punches, slaps, and kicks he planted on you were felt over your entire body. He’d never been so ruthless when it came to his beatings before and you knew it was because you didn’t shut up about work and he had figured out about how much you work with other men. You just wanted to share how good things were going, but you should’ve known how fast doing that had the potential to upset him.

He had usually been careful to avoid your face, but this time there was a prominent black eye forming and no amount of makeup would cover it so you made sure you had an excuse to give to anyone who asks what happened. You dreaded the conversations that were bound to happen as you walked into work, your anxiety at an all time high at the thought of facing both Sebastian and Matthew.

The day started off as good as it was going to get. Every time you bent over or extended your body too far you were reminded of every hit your body took. You felt your anger rising every time you winced or had to deeply exhale. Every time something like this happened you always questioned why you put yourself through it but always come back to the two answers: as horrible as it was, you still loved him. You had such good times together and sometimes he just got angry, and most of the time you could find the blame in yourself for making him angry. Also, you were stuck. Even if you didn’t love him anymore and were actively looking for an escape, you wouldn’t be able to afford anything on your own and you would have nowhere to go.

“Y/n?” You winced at Matthew’s voice behind you. You didn’t want to turn around, but you also knew that you would come off as rude and the last thing you wanted to do was make someone else mad.

“Goodmorning Matthew,” you offered back, slowly turning around to face him. You cringed at the look on his face and quickly avoided eye contact.

“I had a couple people inform me that you had a black eye so I wanted to check for myself and lo and behold you do. Are you okay?” He asks. You wanted to laugh at the question, but instinctually nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you quickly answered, “I was cleaning this weekend and slipped while mopping the kitchen. Fell right onto the corner of my counter,” you chuckled, hoping your lie sounded realistic. He eyed you for a second longer, not seeming to buy your excuse. You could feel your heart rate spike and habitually began playing with your nails. He looked down towards your movements before looking back up to make eye contact with you which you held for a few seconds before choosing to look anywhere but his eyes. You cursed at yourself for being so obvious, but you didn’t know how else to act in this situation.

“It looks like it hurts, do you need anything?” He continued. You shook your head no, already knowing you’ve taken enough ibuprofen for the day and even that wasn’t helping too much so you just have to work through the pain.

“I’m fine, promise.”

You could tell by his expression that he was uncomfortable with the conversation and that it clearly wasn’t going the way he wanted it too, but he seemed to let it go for now with a simple “let me know if you need anything, mine and sebastian’s doors are always open” to which you thanked him and turned back around to your task. You could feel his eyes linger on you for a second longer before he walked away. You let out a deep breath, leaning your forehead against the shelf in front of you. You knew you were a horrible liar. You had even practiced for conversations exactly like that and still you sucked at lying. It’s like you couldn’t do anything right.

With one last deep sigh you attempted to get back to work, but your mind wouldn’t stop replaying the conversation over in your head. You thought of all the ways it could’ve gone, and all the other things you could’ve said to seem less suspicious. You cursed at yourself for fucking up yet another thing.

You avoided eye contact with any other coworkers, and customers after that. Keeping your head down was your best option to not bring any more attention to yourself. Your entire body ached, including the splitting headache that was starting to form from either thinking too hard, or the throbbing that was going on around your eye. Potentially both things at the same time.

You jumped a bit at the sound of your work walkie talkie going off in your pocket.

“Hey y/n, can you come to my office when you get a chance?” The familiar sound of Sebastian's voice rang through the area you stood in. Your heart dropped, the idea of being in a small room with a man not seeming like the best idea, but he was also your boss and you couldn’t just say no.

“Yeah, i’ll be there in just a minute,” you responded, quickly starting to clean up the little mess you had created in your work area before taking your sweet time walking to Sebastian’s office. You know it was ridiculous to even think that he was going to hurt you, but after the weekend you had it was going to take a bit of time to not be uncomfortable around anyone and everyone.

The sound of both Matthew and Sebastian’s voice rang in your ears as you approached the office. You heard the last bit of what Matthew was saying and instantly had the urge to just run out of the building altogether.

“I’m telling you Seb, this isn’t a slip-in-the-kitchen black eye, this is a black eye you get when someone punches you. I’m surprised her nose isn’t broken or something.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry. You tried to build yourself up, thinking of every excuse you could and practicing every reassuring sentence you could think of that might get them off your back. It wasn’t their business after all, right?

With one last deep breath, you knocked on the cracked open door and slowly stepped through it. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Sebastian and the stern face he held. His eyes scanned your face before unintentionally running down your body as if to look for any other exposed bruises. His face loosened up upon returning back to your frightened gaze.

“Everything okay? Am i in trouble or something?” you asked, looking in between the two men. Your body felt like it was on fire from both the bruises covering it, and the intense gaze you were receiving from both of them. Their gazes softened a bit more at your question as they both shook their heads, shutting down the idea that i was in trouble.

“No, no y/n, you’ve done nothing wrong. I just wanted to check in on you, with this black eye and all. I know Matthew’s already checked in on you, but i just wanted to see how you are doing,” Sebastian spoke up. You looked between the both of them and felt a bit of anger rise at the uncomfortable situation you’ve been put into. You told Matthew you were fine, why couldn’t he have just kept to himself?

“Like i told Matthew earlier, i’m fine, just fell is all,” you retorted, sending a small glance at Matthew hoping he would get the hint that you weren’t too happy about this conversation.

“Looks like more than a fall,” Sebastian continued to say while standing up to lean against his desk. You unintentionally moved back a bit, not taking much notice of your own actions over your heartbeat being the only thing you could currently hear. Sebastian and Matthew shared a look before Sebastian took a step away from his desk, approaching you a bit more. You flinched and took another step back, accidentally backing right into the doorknob hitting a big bruise that covered your lower back. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips as you brought a hand back to cover the spot you had just bumped trying to release some of the pain by rubbing it.

Sebastian was quick to retreat as he watched you fully flinch away from him. He was more than four feet away from you even when he did take a few steps towards you, but your reaction was enough for him to confirm some of his suspicions.

“Hey Matthew, do you think we could have the room?” Sebastian asked, getting a curt nod from Matthew as he looked back towards you and offered you a sympathetic smile. Honestly you didn’t want that. You didn’t want anyone's sympathetic or pitiful looks. You deserved everything that happened to you. You could feel tears forming in your eyes and instantly felt shameful. You made a pact with yourself to not show weakness and it’s only taken you a week or so and your emotions are already coming through.

You continuously blinked, willing your tears to go away as you scooted away from the door allowing Matthew to leave the room. Sebastian gestured at a chair near him and you hesitated to take it. You knew it would hurt to sit down and that there was no hiding the grimaces, but the look in Sebastian's eyes let you know that he’s already caught on to a lot of what's going on.

You approached the chair and slowly sat down, trying to hold back how much pain you felt from putting pressure on the bruise on your tailbone and the one on the back of your left thigh.

“Are you safe?” was the first question he asked you, and before you could even think you habitually nodded. You knew it was a lie, and deep down you knew things were just going to get worse. You’d never seen your boyfriend as mad as he was over the weekend. It was like a constant where he’d just see you and see red. You walked on eggshells all weekend, and even before you left for work today you felt as if you weren’t allowed to take up any space. You were the furthest thing from safe. You looked up and made eye contact with Sebastian and instantly regretted it. The tears that you had managed to push back made their way to your eyes quicker than ever and fell before you had the chance to hide them.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered out, covering your face. You were humiliated that all of this was going on. You had gotten away with covering bruises and hiding emotions from all your coworkers at your previous job. The attention you were receiving now made you think maybe everyone you previously worked with were just assholes, but also that you would rather be ignored than be seen how you are right now.

“y/n... why are you apologizing?” he breathed out, scooting his chair a bit closer to yours.

“I made a pact not to cry and here i am a week in and already crying in front of you.”

“Well you’re clearly crying about something important so why don’t you tell me about that,” you shook your head, looking up at him for the first time since you started crying. You could feel a sob escaping your mouth before you could push it back down while shaking your head back and forth.

“I can’t tell you,” you sobbed out.

“Listen, I know your outside life isn’t any of my business, but I also care about every employee in this building and seeing you come in with a black eye and clearly other bruises on your body, I’m just worried.”

You sat there for a second contemplating all of your choices. You could continue to lie and push everything back stating that he was indeed right, your outside life was none of his business, or you could tell him the truth and let him in on one of your deepest secrets. You could feel your head pounding, and you could hear your heartbeat grow erratic. Your tears had momentarily stopped but now your entire body was in panic mode. You couldn’t continue to make eye contact with him and instead chose to look down at your hands in your lap.

“I’ll lose everything. It’s either this or nothing, Sebastian. I’m fine, i’ve been fine,” you offered up. You weren’t lying, but even what you said felt wrong coming out. how did you end up like this? How stupid are you to let yourself get this deep in the abuse and the relationship altogether?

“Hey, please look at me,” he scooted even closer, his knees nearly touching your own. His voice was soft, almost pleading so you gave in and lifted your head. You weren’t used to being talked so gently to, “Is your partner the one doing this to you?” he grimaced a bit at the question, almost like he felt bad even suggesting that incase he was wrong, but the way his body tensed up at your eyes quickly averting away from him you knew he got his answer.

“He loves me. I just do and say things that he doesn’t like,” you shrugged as if what you just said wasn’t a major problem. Your eyes began to fill with tears again and you let out an annoyed huff, “I’m sorry Sebastian, i really shouldn’t be telling you any of this. There’s nothing you can do to help me. I’ve grown used to the fact that i am stuck in my relationship.”

“y/n please look at me,” he asked again, seemingly satisfied when you complied, “just that sentence alone is enough to scare me. A grown man, hell even a child knows not to hit other people. There’s nothing normal about this situation and you need to get out of it. I’m not going to sit here and say it’ll be smooth sailing and that you’ll instantly be happy once it’s over, but for your own safety and livelihood i need you to know that it’s not your fault that he’s hurting you. There’s nothing you could do or say to justify the pain you’re in right now.”

You wanted to fight him on that but the look on his face told you to not even try. He seemed genuinely upset, distraught even.

“What am i supposed to do?” you ask, throwing your hands up to gesture your frustration.

“Do you have anyone else you can stay with?” you shook your head no, informing him that the only reason you moved up here was so your boyfriend could get you away from your loved ones. He grunted at that, rolling his chair back so he was back near his desk. He started to search something on his computer and the looks of a hotel made your eyes go wide.

“I can’t put anything like that on my card. He’ll see it and freak.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to pay for this. I’ll pay for it so it’ll have no trace to your name. So there’s your living situation for a while until we can get you something better. I will also happily help you with getting any of your belongings out of your current place. My close buddy is a police here in town and can also accompany us to ensure your absolute safety because there’s no guarantee without him that i wouldn’t beat the shit out of your boyfriend,” he talked so casually like what he was saying wasn’t changing your entire life. You shook your head not being able to wrap your mind around this true chance to get away from your boyfriend. There’s so many things that could go wrong, would all of this be worth it when there’s always that possibility that your boyfriend could absolutely lose it and want to actually kill you? There’s so many stories out there of partners exactly like your boyfriend that won’t take a break up seriously and come back to stalk, hurt and kill their exes. would you end up just another one of those damaged ex girlfriends?

The two of you sat in silence for a minute before he finally looked away from his computer screen and looked at your frightened face. He would never understand how your mind works through this terrible situation but he so badly wanted to help.

“Why are you willing to help me so much?” You manage to ask. You look up at him and see something flash over his expression before it goes back to being soft.

“You’re worth more than you think. You’re sure as hell worth more than being beaten down by scum. I care, i know matthew cares, even the others who brought up your black eye to both of us care. You just haven't been shown affection like that in who knows how long and think i’m doing something crazy here when really i just want you to be safe and happy. it’s what any decent human wants for everyone else.”

For the first time in years you had the urge to hug. You wanted to throw your arms around Sebastian and say a million thank yous, but you didn’t want to overstep.

“Sebastian i just - i don’t know what to say,” you chuckled out through the few tears that slipped out.

“You don’t have to say anything, let’s just talk over this a bit, i’ll give my friend a call and we’ll get a plan set up.” you nodded as you both stood up. Your legs felt weak and the pain of standing straight up was overwhelming but you sufficed through.

He watched how you moved and a deep frown covered his face. Your previous thoughts of overstepped evacuated your mind and without thinking you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your arms around him. It took a second for him to register what was going on, but he was gentle to wrap his arms around your back. You felt tense, but the second he reciprocated the hug your body loosened up and a small sense of happiness floated throughout your entire being. Everything was going to change. You were actually going to do this. There was so much that was going to happen, but for the first time in forever you felt relieved so for now, you were just going to embrace that.

A/N - please let me know if i should do another part to this! I do have more ideas for the storyline that would involve more of a relationship between the reader and sebastian, but i don’t want to do it if no one else wants that hahah

#sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader angst #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader angst #spencer reid x reader angst #sebastian stan angst #sebastian stan #mgg x reader #mgg angst

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se0kie · 3 years

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the darker — ksj

pairing: seokjin x reader, implied seokjin x namjoon

genre: mythological, horror?? mystery?? idk bro it’s a lil dubious, smut

idol!ksj, lyricist!reader, supernatural au

word count: 3.4k

warnings: none in this chapter!

— part 1

based on the song siren by kailee morgue

summary: her voice calls for him as if his very blood was made by her hands. after all, temptation has always been hard to turn away. especially when she comes dressed in silk.

Winters are always quiet in Seoul, at least Seokjin thinks they are. Plenty of time to think, read a book — sometimes, maybe if he’s lucky, even hear her sing.

The cold rain pours down with vengeance against the floor to ceiling sliding glass doors, his poor chinese evergreens facing the wrath of the wind as he looks on; the fluffy beige sweater does very little to keep him warm today.

It’s days like these when he feels especially lonely, wanting someone beside him to share his cup of cocoa and curl up next to with a good Murakami. Days like these when he wishes he had enough courage to go knock on her door.

A sigh leaves his lips as he picks up the book he was reading, one about summer love and youth and loss; you sigh too in your own home, disappointed once again.

Seokjin has always found her particularly intriguing. Something about her drawing him in; or maybe he's just a sucker for beautiful, mysterious people. He's often wondered what it would be like to have a conversation with her, perhaps sit across from her at the low table in his balcony and talk for hours about every insignificant thought that passes his mind. He sighs deeply, loneliness settling into the crevices of his soul as he pulls on his coat to go to work.

The large, glass doors of Big Hit Ent. make way for his confident figure, he's been called by his boss and producer after a long hiatus. He sits at the brown conference table, Bang PD's words floating through his focus as all he registers is that he's to release a new mini album and work with a songwriter hired by the company.

Writing had always lit a flame in his heart, the thought of creating music and pulling emotions through his bare hands and shaping a song made him feel like a deity. But ever since his close childhood friend and co-writer had gone missing Seokjin had parted ways from his songbook. Namjoon had been there since the beginning, all the way back when Big Hit was just a garage with three producers and two trainees. He was family to Seokjin. His disappearance had been a shock but he had also somewhat expected it, Namjoon had always spoken about leaving behind everything and starting anew. The challenge and romance of starting life all over where nobody knew him had caused their own share of petty arguments between the two friends.

He gathers his things after the meeting comes to a close, the address safe in his pocket as he makes his way back home through the foggy weather, weariness making him feel more tired than usual. Namjoon's song playing softly from the radio as rain pelts down unrelenting, pouring like forever was coming to end.

It's that same song he's been hearing for the past month, that strange and haunting melody wrapping itself around his mind and refusing to let go. He finds himself hearing it late at night when he works alone in his room, hears it in the early darkness of morning when sleep is touching at his eyes, sometimes he'll even hear notes of that same melody in his dreams; although it's hard to be sure of that.

The sweet lilting song wakes Seokjin from his sleep, unease gripping at his heartbeat. He sits up straight in bed, sweat trickling at his forehead as the sudden and blaring realisation of Namjoon's absence sinks in. His partner has been missing for three whole weeks and the emptiness he felt was finally taking its toll on him.

He grips his pillow tight, hands shaking ever so slightly and forces himself to sleep. Pain doesn't exist when you're unconscious.

a/n: sorry it's so short but chapter 2 coming soon hold on tight!!

#bangtanarmynet #ficswithluv #btswritingcafe #hyunglinenetwork #bts smut #kim seokjin #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin fic #seokjin angst #seokjin smut #jin angst #jin fic #jin smut #se0kie

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sunasrintarhoe · 4 years

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Cat got your Tongue?

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro X GN!reader

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Maybe summoning a cat demon wasn’t the greatest idea… TW: Demon summoning and fluff

A/N: This is not accurate what so ever . I just really like the thought of summoning a cat demon named Kuroo. I really wanted to get a little something out before my inactivity gets too obvious lmao, feel free to request because requests are now open!! I will be putting out a list of Characters that I am willing to write for, so be looking out for that. Anyways I hope y’all enjoy!

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Every night since you had completed the ritual, or so you thought, you had been having this one weird dream. It always started out with a black haired man with bright yellow eyes looming over you with a small smirk on his face. He always said the same thing.

“You know, for someone so smart, you really don’t know how to read instructions all the way through…”

He would laugh and walk away from the side of your bed to your desk and pick up the old, dirty paper that contained the instructions to summon a Bakeneko, then scoff and you would hear the faint sound of a piece of paper being crumpled and thrown onto the floor.

The man would walk back to your bed and lean over you again whispering, “Offer me something, (Y/N). Pictures… Memories… You…” He would lean over further almost as if to kiss you, then you would wake up. Your heart racing, your palms sweating. Sometimes with a headache, but that could have been because of the seasons changing. Your alarm would go off after about five minutes and you would be forced to get out of bed and get ready for work.

Working at a bakery, definitely wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Especially when your boss was the one and only Miya Osamu. You two had grown up together and became best friends over your mutual love for food. Like Osamu, you dreamed of opening your own restaurant, but when you did, business was slow and hard to come by, which forced you to close down. Since, Osamu had opened Onigiri Miya a few years prior and was looking to branch out, he offered to buy your bakery, along with giving you a position as a manager. Of course you happily accepted and the next day you were sitting pretty with 15 million yen in your bank account. He had the place remodeled and within a month, your bakery was changed to Pastry Miya.

It seemed like you were always busy. The name Miya certainly made a difference and sometimes you wondered if people ever realized that the bakery was run by the same person. Today was different though. Today was the day that Osamu wanted to release the fall exclusives and you just weren’t feeling it. Despite going to bed early, you felt like you were running on no sleep. Coffee didn’t seem to help and you seemed to be swaying on your feet.

Sluggishly, you walked into the building and back into the staff room. As you were putting on your apron, Osamu walked in. “Yo, (N/N). I need you to- Are you okay?” He asked, concerned, to which you replied with a small smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired.” “You certainly don’t seem like a bit tired” He put the back of his hand up to your head and hummed. “ You don’t have a fever, do you feel sick?” You pushed his hand away, “Not at all, like I said I’m just tired.” You tried to walk around him, but he grabbed your wrist. “What happened?” He asked, pointing to a small bruise on your hand that you hadn’t noticed. “Oh? I have no idea, I don’t remember getting that…” You noticed the beginning of a bruise under your sleeve and pulled it up, only to be met with what seemed like a hundred more bruises.

“Okay, what the fuck, (Y/N)? You’re not okay. You need to go home.” Just as concerned as he was, you looked up at Osamu with wide panicked eyes. “This makes sense.” “What does?” “The bruises, the tiredness, the recurring dreams about the incomplete ritual. It all makes sense.” “Ritual?” Osamu practically yelled, “What ritual?” You smiled sheepishly. “Well, you know how my cat died like six months ago?” He nodded,”Well, I’ve been really lonely and I saw this ritual at an antique that is supposed to summon a cat and I thought I should try it out…” Osamu’s jaw hit the floor. “YOU SUMMONED A DEMON?!” “yes…” He turned you around and untied your apron. “You can’t come back until you fix this.” Osamu pushed you out the door and slammed it shut.

“I guess I’ll go home then.” You mumbled to yourself and made your way to your car.

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When you entered your apartment, the first thing that you noticed was the darkness. None of the sunlight seemed to be streaming through your light pink curtains. The next thing you noticed was the pentagram in the middle of your living room with the instructions on how to summon a cat demon in front of it. “Well shit.” you mumbled and sat down in front of the pentagram. You picked up the instructions and read through everything. “Ah, here. You must offer the demon something precious to you.” You looked around, “Something precious to me… something precious to me…” You turned to the first thing you saw. It was a picture of your cat that had passed away six months prior. “Oh, baby… How I miss you.” You placed the picture in the middle of the pentagram and sat on your knees. With a puff of smoke, the picture was gone. “What the hell?” “A cat? Really?” A deep voice spoke from within the shadows. You quickly turned around only to be met with two long legs. Looking up, you gasped. Standing before you was the man that had been appearing in your dreams. “You!” “Me!” He mocked. “ Who are you?” The man smiled and crouched down to you. “The name’s Kuroo Tetsuro. I was partially, now fully, summoned by you.” He winked. “But I thought I was summoning a cat…” He got up and walked a few paces away. “You did.” In an instant a black cat appeared in front of you and Kuroo had disappeared. The cat sauntered its way in front of you and sat down.

“I will be with you for as long as your cat stays precious to you, once the cat loses meaning, I will go back to my realm and take your soul with me.” The cat spoke. You froze. “FUCK! OF COURSE I’M STUPID ENOUGH TO SUMMON A DEMON AND NOT EXPECT FOR MY SOUL TO BE EATEN.” You yelled to the ceiling and Kuroo ran behind the couch, startled.

Kuroo crept out from behind the couch when he realized the screaming was over, “I never said your soul would be eaten, I just said if your cat loses meaning to you, your soul will be dragged to the demon realm.” He blinked. “Same difference!” You snapped at him. You got up and sighed. There wasn’t anything you could do about it now, but at least you weren’t so lonely.

Kuroo had turned back into a man and wrapped his arms around your waist. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to push him away. “You’re cold. Humans can’t stand being cold from my experience. Your cells don’t do well with the cold and start to shrivel up and die causing irreversible damage-” You tuned him out as he began rambling about the different effects of being cold. “-I just want to make sure my human is okay.” He purred.You relaxed and just let him hold you. It had been a while since someone had held you like that and you weren’t complaining. The purring made you feel like you were holding, your sweet, little cat. You felt Kuroo freeze at your lack of movement.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah… Can we just stay like this for a bit.” Your voice sounded tight and you felt emotional. You were so touched starved and it was taking a toll on you. Kuroo just sighed and hugged you tighter. “You can’t get too attached, you’ll end up dying.” You shook your head. ”You remind me of my cat.” Kuroo chuckled. “The purring helps.” After a little bit you jolted. “Oh, frick. I’m sorry.” You bowed in apology and Kuroo just waved it off. “It happens to the best of us.” He walked away and shifted, “Besides, We’ll be together for a while.”

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Once the whole fiasco with Kuroo was finished, you were able to work and life went back to normal. Well… With the exception of having a nerdy cat around. Kuroo was exceptionally great company and was very cuddly as a cat. He never allowed to be alone. Always following and watching, he didn’t allow you to be alone for more the five minutes at a time. He would make you cook almost every meal for him and make you sit down and eat with him. He slept in your bed, laid on the toilet when you showered and basically took over your entire life. This continued for six months until one day Kuroo stopped. He stopped talking to you, eating with you, sleeping with you. He completely isolated himself from you without explanation. He stayed in your guest room, only coming out to see if you were still home. It sucked.

You were fed up. The next time you saw him, you were confronting him.

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That was a month ago. He hasnt come out his room for an entire month. You now moped around you house and cried over your cat’s picture. Sometimes you sobbed out loud hoping that Kuroo would hear and come to your rescue, but it never happened. He had gotten you so used to affection and care that when he ripped it away from you, you were becoming depressed.

You decided enough was enough and knocked on the guest room door. “Kuroo… Can I come in?” You asked softly in fear of rejection. The door slowly opened and you entered.

You were met with sad yellow eyes and a frown on Kuroo’s usually smug face. You reached out to him and he seemed to fly into your arms. “I thought you were begin to hate me and I thought if i isolated myself you wouldn’t hate me.” He whimpered and you breathed out a laugh. “I thought you were beginning to hate me, Kuroo. I was worried that i was getting too attached and you were trying to tell me that you didn’t to be around me anymore.” Kuroo gasped and looked into your eyes, “That’s not true, you love for your cat is still as strong as it was when you summoned me.” He buried his face into your neck. “If anything I was the one gettin attached…” He mumbled into your neck and you smiled. “So, I’m assuming that its okay for me to get attched too?” Kuroo looked up at you and smiled, “Of course…” He whispered while leaning in to kiss your lips.

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A few months passed and your relationship with Kuroo had grown strong. You constantly reminded yourself of your cat that had now been dead for over year and you still mourned him like it was yesterday. Kuroo never minded, he understood. Not wanton to be the cause of your death, he encouraged your grieving and gave you the proper space to do so. When you were done, he would always come back to you and comfort you until the left over feelings were gone for the most part.

Kuroo had been the most patient and loving boyfriend you had ever had. He made you feel loved and secure, he made you feel wanted and welcomed. He told you random facts about chemistry every moring and jokes about physics every night. He always made sure that you felt more than enough and tried his best to fill the void that your hardships had left behind. All in all, Kuroo is the best boy and makes sure you know that.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #nekoma #Captains x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #nekoma x y/n #nekoma x reader #demon au #ritual au #miya osamu #miya atsumu #miya twins #inarizaki

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karajaynetoday · 4 years

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no matter how far or how wide i roam | michael clifford

Hello everyone! Thank you to Jex @sadistmichael for organising Michael Fic Appreciation Week here on Tumblr. Here are the guidelines for the event if you’re interested :) I’ve not written for Michael before, so I’m thrilled to be starting with this piece today!

It’s an emo hours blurb about being homesick, and includes a genderless reader insert. Inspired by this Instagram post Michael made for his mum’s birthday, and this comment that Shal @wheniminouterspace found that BROKE my heart. I’ve also been watching videos of Crowded House performing at the Sydney Opera House, and then listening to I Still Call Australia Home and We Are Australian. Because when it’s emo hours, it’s emo hours. Sending love and thoughts to any of you around the world currently separated from your loved ones.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: none really, just homesickness and general sad boy vibes.

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You could always tell when Michael was upset about something. He’d never outright say it, but he’d be quieter than usual, and he’d come to bed late and then want to sleep in for longer. His appetite would seemingly disappear, and he couldn’t hold focus in a conversation with you for more than a few minutes.

2020 had taken its toll on everyone in different ways, but for Michael in particular, he’d had a pretty rough time with things. You’d convinced him that it was a good idea to take a social media break once the tour rescheduling was announced, and that seemed to help a little with his stress levels, but being locked down in your house was starting to feel suffocating, and you didn’t know how to fix it.

You’d noticed the signs of his upset for a few days, but it was only when you flipped the calendar in your kitchen over to the new month of August that it all suddenly clicked. His mum’s birthday was in early August, and although Michael would’ve been on tour and away from her anyway, you just knew that this was going to be killing him inside. After so many years living away from home, Michael had built up a tolerance for homesickness, but times like these where he couldn’t go home, even if he wanted to, were a punch in the guts that broke your heart to think about.

It was another late night, around 3am, when you heard Michael shuffle into your shared bedroom after several hours of gaming on his computer. He got ready for bed as quietly as possible, under the impression you were sleeping, and slipped under the covers, sighing heavily. You rolled over to face him, and reached out your hand to gently squeeze his arm.

“Baby… you okay?” You asked softly, your hand brushing Michael’s hair out of his tired eyes. He placed his hand onto your wrist, holding your hand onto his cheek and kissing it gently.

“Not really. But I’ve got you, so that means everything’s gonna be fine. I love you so much, you know that right?” His tone was almost pleading, his greenish grey eyes filled with worry as he locked eyes with you.

“Hey, hey.” You comforted, sitting up so you could pull Michael into a hug. “Of course I know that. Everyone who you love knows it, baby. You’re one of the most loving, generous people I know.” You reassured him, rubbing your fingers across the nape of his neck soothingly.

Michael sighed deeply once more, and pressed a series of soft kisses into your hair, before relaxing back into his pillow and pulling you into his chest.

“I know it shouldn’t feel this hard, and I’m so grateful to live here, and be here with you in this moment, but I just… my parents, and me, we’ve always just had each other, you know? Textbook only child, but they’ve always had my back, and the idea of not knowing when I’m going to be able to see them next, and hug them, and just be with them in the same room is… killing me.” He said sadly, absentmindedly running his hand across your shoulders and down your back, squeezing your hips.

“I know it seems silly, this isn’t even the longest time we’ve spent apart, but with everything going on in the world, I just feel so uneasy about everything and I don’t know how to make it better.” Michael continued, wiping away the tears that had started to well up in his eyes.

“Baby, it’s okay. No one knows what’s going to happen in these next few months. It’s okay to feel scared and worried and miss your family. I miss my family all the time, and they’re a two hour flight away, not on the other side of the planet. Don’t apologise for recognising your emotions, okay? It’s important to be able to express yourself and not bottle it all up inside, hey?” You said gently, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Michael cupped your cheeks in his hands and deepened the kiss, and you could feel all of his pent-up frustration and sadness coming to a breaking point through his embrace. A few more tears and whispered worries later, you slipped away into a deep sleep, entangled in each other’s arms.

Waking up the next morning, you reached for Michael beside you, but the bed was empty. You could smell something in the kitchen… pancakes? Michael never cooked, so you hurried out of bed to see what he was up to. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the food takeout boxes on the counter, and Michael pouring two cups of coffee into your favourite mugs instantly put a smile on your face.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He cooed, offering you your mug as he took a sip of his own. You gratefully accepted, and gestured towards the take out boxes as you sat down on a barstool at the counter.

“Well,” Michael began enthusiastically, opening up his laptop as he joined you at the counter, “Pancakes are my mum’s favourite food, so I organised to FaceTime with her and Dad for her birthday while we’re having breakfast. It’s late evening where they are, but Dad was going to get some pancakes as sort of a midnight snack dessert thing… I don’t know, it seemed like a good idea at the time?” He spoke quickly, glancing over at you for your approval and encouragement.

“Of course, baby! That sounds great. When are they calling?” You asked, reaching over to pull the take out boxes towards you and open them, groaning appreciatively when you say the delicious, fluffy pancakes oozing with maple syrup and butter, just the way you and Michael loved them.

Before Michael could answer, the Facetime call tone sounded on his laptop, and he cheered before hitting answer. You saw his face light up as soon as he saw his mum and dad on the screen, and it warmed your heart to see Michael so happy, and so at ease. It was like the stress of the last few weeks and months washed away, even if it was only for the moment, and that was enough for you.

Because no matter where he was in the world, you knew that Michael was loved, and he was home. He was home when his feet touched the ground in Sydney, and he could hug his parents for as long as he needed. He was home here with you, in the house you’d made your own, and in the relationship you’d grown into together. He was home out on the road, with his brothers, doing what he loved to thousands of people on stage across the country and the entire world. Because Michael’s heart was where he kept his home, and you knew that heart held more capacity to love and care for others than anyone you’d ever met in your life.

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jawritter · 4 years

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Daddy’s Little Girl...

Request: Hey you! Can I request a Jensen x Reader fic where they just had a kid. But for some reason only Jensen is able to calm the kid down. And the reader feels like she’s failing as a mother and as Jensen’s partner and feels left out. With lots of angst and fluff too, please? Thank you so much!

Warnings: None really, angst, emotional reader, some fluff. I think that’s about it..

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2009

A/N: Okay guys disclaimer here.. This is a work of fiction, and I mean no harm to the Ackles family at all. Also I know this is a pic of Dean and a baby, and not Jensen, but I didn’t feel comfortable using a pic of Jensen’s actual children over a work of fanfiction. Guess I’m just funny that way. Sue me.. Feedback is golden! Please do not copy my work! All mistakes are mine!! I wanted to have this one ready in time for mother’s day...Oooppsss.... LOL. Enjoy lovelies!!

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Emotions... So Many emotions...

Being a new mother was hard, and by no means did you expect it to be easy. Still nothing could have prepared you for the rollercoaster of emotions that seemed to be crashing into you with every other hour that clicked by on the clock.

At first it was joy, and happiness that you had even felt before. The excitement of bringing a new life into the world with the love of your life, then it was the happiness of bringing that new life home for the first time.

All that work you had put into setting up a nursery, organizing and planning, it had all gone down the drain pretty quickly.

You discovered that there was no 'game plan' in taking care of a newborn, and you had to adjust pretty quickly to rolling with the punches.

Joy turned to exhaustion, with long nights of staying up with a colicy newborn baby, and long days alone nursing while Jensen was working long hours filming. No other adult interaction, and no help. Just you and your baby...

Exhaustion turned into frustration, which only…. No that's not right...

Exhaustion turned into relief, which later turned into flustation...

You daughter had been crying for three hours straight. Nothing you did seemed to satisfy her. Nursing didn't work. You tired things like gripe water, and other colic relief methods that you googled online. You tried rocking her down for a nap, walking and bouncing across the floor. Singing. Nothing seemed to be doing the trick, and your daughter just kept crying...

Then Jensen walked in, coming through the door, and taking your daughter from your tired arms, and started rocking her and singing to her...

Just like that the crying stopped, and relief flooded you...

Even though Jensen had worked an almost 14 hour shift, he told you to go and take a nice long bath, and if he needed you he'd call for you. To 'take a minute for some me time'. Which you gladly did...

One week….

That's how long it took the frustration to set in...

It seemed like Jensen just had the magic touch. There was no other way to put it.

Whether it was late at night, or whether it was mid day. She could be screaming to the top of her extremely healthy little lungs, everything you tried to do failed at your feet, but as soon as she was in his arms, she stopped...

They always talked about this 'maternal instinct' that would kick in, and about the bonding of a mom and her newborn in the first few weeks of life, how magical it was...

You got to experience none of that, maybe you were born with a maternal switch missing, maybe there was something wrong with you.

Are you not a good mother?

Were you not doing it right?

What was the deal?

Why did Jensen seem better at parenting than you?

As the weeks drug on to months, the only thing changed was that the preference of your daughter was absolutely her daddy, and not you..

He got the first smile….

He got the first laugh…..

He got the first word!! Dada! She still had yet to say mom, or mama….

Everyone assured you that it was just early, and that you were doing everything right. Dada was just easy to say, and that she didn't even really know what she was saying, just mimicking sounds..

Gen swore it was his voice that she found so soothing, and you could understand that, because you found it soothing to when nothing else was, but you still felt left out.

Like he had some bond with your child that should have been yours...

What made it all even worse was the fact that you were having a hard time keeping up with everything in the house.

Laundry was piling up, the kitchen was never clean enough, dinner was hitting the table later and later..

You forgot to pick up the one thing that Jensen asked you to pick up for him from the grocery store today, because as soon as you got there your daughter had the biggest blow out diaper of her life, and you had to change it.

You had forgotten to pack enough diapers because you didn't think you were going to be there that long, and now she only had the one you changed her into, so you felt like you had to rush.. In case it happened again…

Totally forgetting what Jensen needed you to pick up...

Then there was the fact that the two of you were having sex less and less. You were just so tired by the time you went to bed at night, that you just weren't in the mood. It wasn't that you loved him any less, because he was your everything, but you just were physically exhausted, and you felt overwhelmed. Like everything was piling up and it was just.... Too much...

Tonight was the biggest fight you had ever had as a couple...

When dinner was finally served... an hour late... and he'd bathed your little girl for you so that you could get caught up on folding some clothes, he'd come into the bedroom and suggested that maybe he should hire a housekeeper to help you keep up with the house...

That stung… Even though it shouldn’t have….

Did he think you were failing now as a wife... as a partner....

In your offense you had jumped down his throat..

Your words ring in your ears. Stinging at you the way that they had at him...

"Why? Why do you think you need to hire a maid Jensen... What, is the dinner not out fast enough for you? Is the house not clean enough for your liking? I don't need some stranger coming in, and helping me run my house Jensen. Our life is in the public eye enough.."

"Sweetheart... You're exhausted, overwhelmed, let me hire someone to help you. It's not about clean enough, or dinner it's..."

"THAT'S BULLSHIT JAY, THAT'S TOTALLY WHAT IT'S ABOUT!!! YOU THINK I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH EVERYTHING. THAT I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! WELL LET'S SEE YOU DO IT ALL!!! LET'S SEE YOU MAKE THE GROCERIES, LET'S SEE YOU COOK DINNER WITH A BABY ON YOUR HIP SCREAMING, LET'S SEE YOU KEEP THE HOUSE SPOTLESS!!!"

"Y/n please your overreacting.."

"I'M OVERREACTING? FUCK YOU JENSEN! I'M SORRY I DON'T HAVE THE MAGIC TOUCH THE WAY YOU DO, OR OUR DAUGHTER PREFERS YOU OVER ME! I'M SORRY I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH! GO AHEAD!! HIRE YOUR FUCKING MAID!!!" Throwing the clothes you were folding in his face you pushed past him towards the door, nearly knocking him down as he tried to reach for you..

"WHILE YOUR AT IT WHY DON'T YOU MAKE A POST ON YOUR INSTAGRAM ABOUT HOW SHITTY OF A MOTHER I AM SO YOUR FANS CAN SEE JUST HOW SHITTY OF A WIFE I AM TOO!!!"

Before he could respond you slammed the door in his face, but you didn't miss the hurt look as the door slammed...

Hours later your daughter was in bed, and you sat alone in your room crying, unable to face him. You felt like a failure, you overreacted and blew up in his face,because you thought that he thought you weren't good enough, you were confused, probably more than a little hormonal, and a whole lot hurt about a whole lot of things…

Right now though, it was the crushing guilt and regret you felt for blowing up at him…. When you knew he was just trying to help you...

A soft knock at the door made you nearly jump out of your skin, and you hurried to wipe your face when you saw Jensen standing cautiously in the doorway...

"Hey." He said softly, but not daring to come into the bedroom, probably fearful of another blow up from you...

"Hey." You said, your voice deep and thick from crying... Looked back down at your hands, too ashamed to look at him standing there in the doorway like he was afraid of you...

"Can I come in?" He asked, and you just nodded. Picking at a loose thread on your comforter.. You felt the bed dip under Jensen's wait as he sat down next to you...

"Sweetheart I'm sorry, I shouldn't have suggested a maid. I wasn't thinking, and I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you feel like you weren't doing a good job because you are....I could just see how tired you are, and thought that I was helping..."

Reaching over he wiped away the tears that were now falling down your face, when you looked up at him he reached his arms around you, pulling you into his hold. Kissing the top of your forehead lightly..

"You're doing a great job baby, our little girl loves you so much, I love you, I can't imagine doing this without you, I don't know how you keep all of this going, I'd already have pulled my hair out. I'm sorry I made you feel bad baby, please forgive me, I hate when you're mad at me. I don't hate the fact that I'm the reason you're crying right now. I’m not her favorite baby, she loves you too, so much.."

His voice was strained, and it made you lift your head off his shoulder to look up at him for the first time, really look at him..

There were deep circles around his eyes with bags to match, long nights filming, and long nights here taking their toll. His hair was a mess from constantly running his hand through it. The lines around his eyes showed more tonight, and his brow was creased from worrying. There were a few grey hairs speckled in his beard, and there was a spit up stain on his sleeve.

It hit you then....

He'd been in the trenches right there with you, not working against you because you're a bad mom, but doing everything that he could to try and ease the load just a little.

He hadn't made that suggestion tonight because you were a failure he did it because he loved you..

Wrapping your arms around his neck you buried your face in his neck...

"I'm sorry Jensen. I overreacted. I'm not crying because of you. It's just hormones, and exhaustion.."

Jensen lifted your lips to his, brushing his lips over yours..

"I have another suggestion, but I don't want you to get mad at me, this was actually something I was thinking about before the baby.."

You sat up a little in his arms, and looked into his tired green eyes. The ones that you fell so hard for so long ago...

"Okay, I promise I won't yell at you no matter what you say." You told him, making him chuckle a little.

"Let's move to Dallas, closer to my parents, that way we can have a baby sitter we trust, and when you need a some extra hands, or when just want to have a date night that we haven't had in forever my mom and dad can help, or even my siblings, it won't be strangers, and it gives all of us a chance to be around family. Plus my mom would be over the moon."

You smile at him a little, and the relief on his face was evident when you did. The thought of Donna spoiling another granddaughter was fun to think about...

Poor baby would be so overdressed, and over bowed that it made you giggle a little.

"Actually Jay, I like that Idea a lot, let's go home."

Jensen brushed his lips lightly over yours again...

"I love you Mama."

"I love you to Daddy.."

Just as you were about to kiss him again a cry sounded from the nursery that sounded a whole hell of a lot like Dadda, and you couldn’t help but giggle..

“Okay, well I’ll admit that she’s definitely a daddy’s girl.” Jensen said, pecking you on the lips before getting up to go get her..

“You better still be awake when I get back, I’m not done making this up to you.” Jensen said with a wink that insinuated everything dirty you could possibly think of, making you fall over laughing on the bed. God you loved that man..

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teenthoughtsblog · 3 years

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FRENEMIES

I am Arunima (please use Aru to address me). I am thirteen, and I go to school like any normal teen. In 8th grade, it’s like a whirlpool of emotions and thoughts. I feel obligated to cram as much education as I can into my brain and push forward for these last few years of school. But that being said, these are my last few years of school and possibly of my childhood. Every day I’m confused about the way forward, and today was no different.

It was like any usual day. I struggled to wake up and get ready for school. When I boarded my school bus I dozed off as per usual, catching up on last night’s sleep. The assembly was no different with many students yawning and chatting amongst themselves. The first few classes went by in a blur (a rather boring one at that) I struggled to stay awake, let alone consciously pay attention (all courtesy of the late-night binge-watching of stranger things). As I slept the teacher must have yapped about something important because when she questioned me about the lesson, and I, flustered, answered incorrectly, she had a look of heeding malice on her cold and bony face. In homeroom, we discussed our lives’ regrets and satisfactions. At the moment I was bored, and couldn’t care less about what we did in homeroom. I remember my answer being something as general as not picking up a particular hobby.

On the bus ride home, while snacking on kurkures, and doing my homework, I couldn’t focus.

Normally I would finish all the work given on my ride home and laze around in the afternoon, but that day fate was made for me to keep getting distracted. After a few attempts of doing my homework and packing my bag, I just gave up and decided to have dinner and go to bed early. An hour went by and I still couldn’t get myself to close my eyes and get rest for more than ten minutes. There was a cold lump in my throat, and it was not because of the unnaturally low temperature of my thermostat (as put by my beloved mom). After tossing and turning in bed for quite a while, I realized that all this drama was because of the small, insignificant discussion in homeroom.

Without me putting much thought into it, that one question had seeped in and manipulated my whole day. Now that I sleeplessly put more thought into it, I stand corrected. My answer wouldn’t be something as brief and over the top as a missed hobby. It would be something in a completely different dimension. Something many would label as childish. A FRIENDSHIP.

I met Shravya when we were both four, on our first day of kindergarten. I was a timid and observant child, and she was more on the outgoing and vivacious side. It all started when she came up to me and tugged at my braids. I went on to grab hold of her collar and poke her with all my might. That was followed by an obnoxious round of tickling each other and giggling. A bond finally formed over a tiffin exchange at recess and we instantly started to grow close.

Overtime Shravya and I became like two peas in a pod, and by the end of kindergarten, everyone knew us as the two best friends who couldn’t stand a day without talking to each other. Like everything good comes to an end, the blissful phase with Shravya came crashing down as we were separated in first grade.

Those two years with Shravya were eventful, joyous and we both enjoyed them so much that we probably still know every single incident to the last detail. We had a countless number of pool parties, sleepovers, Masterchef challenges, mud fights, and fashion shows just to name a few of our many playdate activities. Our families had also met and come close together. We had even taken a vacation to Agra together. When Shravya’s brother was born and all the spotlight was supposedly stolen from her, she would keep complaining and crying, and I, forever the listener, consoled her and offered comfort with several sleepovers and playdates.

Time passed and my friendship with Shravya remained unwavering. Over time, we did hit some rough patches, but we being best friends, we always made up. Little did I know we would go on a ballistic rollercoaster ride. After being separated from 1st to 4th grade, we were overjoyed to finally come back together in 5th grade. On the first day of class 5, we sat together and chatted a LOT. No one could blame us, because we were two besties catching up on four years of being in separate classes. We shared classwork, helped each other with homework and in general, our time was blissful.

Then musical afternoon made its appearance. In our school, it’s a huge deal where there's a theme each year and all the classes form groups and perform songs in many languages. I remember that year the theme was heartbreak. The moment the theme was announced, everyone started talking about songs and groups to form. I rushed over to Shravya and started talking about a particularly emotional song I had in mind. At the time she blatantly agreed to everything that I said to pacify my racing mind. The next day when I unexpectedly arrived at her house with high hopes, the door was slammed on my face., leaving me confused and heartbroken. The events that occurred in the next phase, which I call the frenemies phase, really matched the musical theme of that year.

From that day Shravya and I were on mutilated terms and she gave treatment worse than ignoring me, aka that silent treatment. Slowly the emotions inside me changed from heartbreak to disbelief and finally anger. I threw a huge tantrum back at home. My mind went into a frenzy.

One minute I would be ripping my hair out and cursing with an astonishing speed, and then, immediately after I’d be a heap on the floor, sobbing my heart out. Days passed like this. As much as I have reluctance admitting this, but life went on, and so did our journey. Shravya was forever the socialite and had no difficulty in moving on and making new friends. I, on the other hand, would much rather keep to myself than be the expected extrovert. In a blink of the eye, Shravya had got herself an arsenal of new friends or what many Indians would recognize as chelas. My abysmal communication skills didn’t make forming friendships any easier. Her grades hiked, whereas mine dipped, she seemed buoyant and carefree, and my emotions took a toll for the worse. In general, her life had seemingly improved, and mine had taken the other path.

This feud of sorts lasted for more than a year, and in that period both of us had changed, developed, and ameliorated. A LOT. But, as the old saying goes, never judge a book by its cover. One day I ran into the person that I had learned to despise in the past year. Shravya. But there was something wrong with the person who was one of the reasons my life had hit the downward spirals.

As I knocked on the door of an occupied bathroom stall to request the occupant to hurry up, I heard faint sobbing. Knocking harder and more persistently got her to open the door, revealing my former best friend in the most disheveled state imaginable. She was all hunched up, her neat uniform all crumpled up and her perfectly symmetrical make-up smudged. Humanity overtook the petty grudges inside me and I rushed to help her up. After getting her to calm down, she started her recital.

“I’m..I’m..I’m” sorry was what shocked me. The stubbornness Shravya had displayed in all the years of being together, made me ponder on what this girl could want to apologize for?. I, however, was broken out of my train of thought when she started to sob again. “My life looks so good on the exterior, but inside it's just a confused pile of emotions and actions. I don’t know what to do..”

My mind went into a serious conflict mode, with one half of me wanting to keep my distance because of the way I’d been treated in this past year, and the other half, the more humane half of me, wanted to hear her out and comfort the damsel in distress. Both of my sides came to a compromise of sorts when I listened to what she had to say with a sour and displeasing expression.

“After our falling out, my mom and dad were very disappointed in me for treating you like that. I got a whole lot of speeches ‘never going back on your word’, ‘always stay true to what you and loved ones believe in’, and ‘what goes around, comes back’. At this I chuckled, shaking my head. “And yes, what I did to you did come back to bite me hard.” My eyebrows fought back all my brain's warnings and shot up into a surprised expression. “After we stopped talking, I went through many friendships, but everyone would break it off abruptly in some manner.” I wanted to apologize and make things right with you, but I figured you would be mad at me.” “Well, that and your astonishingly high standing ego”. Now it was her turn to chuckle. “Yeah, well that too.”

That got me to smile the brightest I’d smiled since the day we got our not so happily ever after. “It's okay, I understand that, but I’ll never be ready to go back where we had been before you know what.” I pulled Shravya into a hug and whispered, “Like the old days, we’ve made up. AGAIN. But-“We’ll keep our distance.” She completed the sentence for me, knowing what I meant from the bottom of my heart. At that, I tightened the embrace I’d pulled her into.

What goes around, comes back, and the old days came back. The frenemies phase did both of us good.

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silverarmedassassin · 4 years

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Come Back to Me // Part Three

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

word count: 2020

warnings: mentions of a car accident, traumatic brain injury, and memory loss. this is going to be pretty angst heavy throughout.

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It’s the early morning sun that wakes Bucky up. Not his alarm, not Steve, not F.R.I.D.A.Y. He’d warned, no threatened everyone in the compound with an inch of their lives if they woke him up. His girl was finally here and nothing and no one was going to get him out of bed before noon.

Bucky shifts just enough so that he can see you cuddled up to his side, face gently lit by the morning glow. He can’t resist reaching out and running his metal thumb - the thumb on the hand he never thought could be so delicate, could hold anything as soft and beautiful as you - across the peaks and valleys of your features.

It’d only been a week since he’d seen you last, but it felt like a lifetime. Between your schedule and his chaotic lifestyle, the only time the two of you have recently been able to spend together was on the weekends. Bucky made a mental note to talk to Steve about easing up on the training and amount of missions he was required to go on. The agents on his strike team would be fine without him. He was the one that trained them, after all.

You stir slightly and, if you hadn’t crinkled your nose in the way he loves, Bucky would feel bad about waking you. Any inkling of regret disappears when your eyes slowly flutter open to reveal your sleepy eyes - bright and love-filled despite the lingering dream-filled haze.

“Good morning,” you croak as you nestle into Bucky’s neck. He gently runs his flesh hand over the back of your head as you snuggle in closer. While there was very little he was thankful for about the bastard serum Hydra had pumped through him, his elevated body temperature was not one of them, especially on mornings like this. “What time is it?”

“Don’t know,” Bucky says. “Don’t care.”

You laugh at his disregard, know that he’s blowing off something or other to spend extra time with you. You know Bucky so well, took the time to get to know him in and out in the seven short months you’ve been together. Knew his morning routines with Steve, how he took his coffee and the right amount of syrup to put on his pancakes. Your attention to detail, his details, was one of the many things he loved about you.

Bucky paused at that thought. Loved. He’s not sure why he hadn’t realized it before, or if you felt the same, but he loved you. As cheesy as it sounds, he knew from the moment he met you, flustered and a little shy at one of the ridiculous Stark parties half of New York had been invited to, that you were going to be special to him. And each day he spent with you, you proved him right over and over.

“How are you doing, pal?” Steve interrupts Bucky’s memory with a firm grasp to the shoulder as the duo board the elevator that will take them to the Compound’s residential areas.

Bucky shrugged his best friend’s hand away with a grumble. He knew this was coming, he’d been too quiet during their morning run and had barely said anything on the way back to the ultra-modern building. But he was in a mood.

Bucky had barely seen you since that first night in the kitchen. Whenever he was around, you were not, and he knew that wasn’t a coincidence. Even after the team returned two days later, you barely left the refuge of your room with the exception to go see Banner. The only reason he still knew you were here was that Wanda often took meals to your room for you.

It hurt, knowing you were around and not being able to see you, but everyone had been telling him to give you space, give time the chance to do its job. Bruce was still hopeful your head would go back to normal, but with each day that passed, Bucky was losing both hope and patience.

“Steve, just don’t,” Bucky replied, shoving out of the elevator as the doors pushed open. He didn’t want to talk about it, about the fact you still, even after a week of being out of medical, didn’t remember him. He especially didn’t want to talk to Steve about it, because as much as he loved his best friend, he was terrible with relationship pep-talks.

“Buck, come on you can’t just-”

Before they can turn the corner into the communal living area, Bucky stops, placing an arm across Steve’s chest to get him to stop. Echoing through the hall, Bucky can hear your laughter, sweet and vibrant, just on the verge of hysterics. A twinge in his chest reminds him just how much he’s missed that laugh the past few weeks.

The super-soldier duo shares a look before Steve shoves around Bucky and into the living area. Bucky is quick to follow. The scene in front of them simultaneously warms Bucky’s heart and breaks it. You’re sitting next to Sam on the sectional in the middle of the room, mug in hand and blanket wrapped snuggly around your shoulders. Whatever the two of you had been watching on T.V. is long forgotten. Your face is beet red from laughing so hard at whatever Sam was saying.

“Speak of the devil!” Sam says his attention is drawn to the men. Your smile is quick to falter when you catch a glimpse of the men but recovers as he goes on. “I was just telling Y/N about the time you got your ass handed to you during recruit training.”

“It wasn’t that funny. I was going easy on them.” You start giggling as Steve crosses his arms and makes his way to the fridge. “At least my defeat was by a trained agent. Remember when Y/N got Bucky in a headlock the first time they sparred together?”

Bucky clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably as the energy in the room grows uncomfortable. Steve immediately swirls around and looks right at Bucky, realizing his mistake.

From your spot on the couch, you look between the three men, the smile quickly falling as your mind catches up with what was just said. “What?” you ask with a nervous laugh, looking to Sam for some kind of explanation.

“Man, what the hell?” Sam says as he throws his hands up in exasperation as he stands from the couch. “You can’t just say shit like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve grits out, “but we can’t keep her in the dark forever. I mean, it’s been two weeks and no one is saying anything to her?”

“She’s still confused,” Bucky growls. It’s his turn to throw his arms in the air. “Maybe if you listened to Banner from time to time, you’d know he strongly suggested to not tell her anything for the time being.”

“Uh, guys?” you ask quietly from where you’re kneeling on the couch. The three men pointedly ignore you, continuing to argue with one another about your own health like you weren’t in the room. “Steve?” you try again, but to no avail.

It all becomes a little too much, the raised voices hitting you like a break wall and instantly causing the headache that’d started to grow when you were watching T.V. with Sam to get even worse. You quickly decide it’s been enough time away from your room for today and quickly make your way down the hall.

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You spent the rest of the day in bed, only getting up to collect meal deliveries from Wanda. You didn’t even let her stay to eat with you. The argument between the men earlier took an emotional toll on you, and your headache was refusing to cease its attack.

It’s around one in the morning when you sigh and turn over. You spot your laptop Steve had picked up from your apartment sitting on the desk and decide you’ve spent too much time moping over your condition. It was time to find some answers since no one would supply them for you.

You run a quick Google search on yourself, find that you have, in fact, graduated college - with honors nonetheless - without even knowing. You’d interned at quite a few places around the city during the last years of your education, and wound up working at the NYC office of Stark Industries. No wonder they’re being so nice to me, you think as you scroll.

There are pictures from your graduation, from public events with the various organizations you’ve been with, and an interesting gallery of a Stark party gallery that you appear in quite a bit. It’s not until you reach the pictures of you and Bucky, arm slung casually around your waist and a love-drunk, dopey smile on his face that you’re really taken aback.

“What the…” You fully sit up in bed and scroll through the pictures of you and Bucky. There are about half a dozen more like the one you’d first saw, a handful from what seems like a photo booth, and then a few of the both of you with various members of the Avengers team.

Even though it’s your own smiling face looking back at you, your mind can’t comprehend what you’re seeing.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” you ask timidly into the dark, empty room. Speaking to the AI still feels awkward for you. “Where is Bucky’s room at?”

“Sergeant Barnes’ is located just down the hall from you. Do you need anything?”

You stand, then sit, then stand again. You want to go to him, ask your questions and maybe, maybe get some answers. But you’re unsure if that’s a good idea. If he’s even open to talking to you.

“I, uh. I don’t know,” you say quietly.

“I can alert him that you’re awake and seem to be under stress.”

“No!” you say quickly. You don’t want him to come to you. You don’t want to bother him. “I, just...Is he awake?”

“Yes Miss Y/L/N. I can ask him to open his door, in case you would like to speak to him?”

For an AI, you’re impressed with how emotive F.R.I.D.A.Y sounds. She sounds caring, paternal almost, and you can’t help the warmth that blooms in your chest for the tech.

“Yes, please. But only if he’s okay with that.”

You sit for a few minutes, brewing on your thoughts and trying to figure out what questions you want to ask. The tiny voice in the back of your mind is yelling at you to not go anywhere near him alone, but he can’t be too dangerous, right? They wouldn’t let him live here if he was a liability. Plus, he hadn’t tried to harm you when you were alone in the kitchen the other night.

You stand and sigh, mind made up. You peak out your door and see a small sea of dim light flooding from a cracked door just two doors down. You hadn’t realized you were staying so close to Bucky. With a deep breath, you tiptoe down the hall before you can change your mind.

You peak through the ajar door and find Bucky sitting on his bed, book in hand. You can’t help but notice how soft he looks, sitting there seemingly lost in a world other than your own. You feel bad disturbing him, and almost turn back to your room when he looks up and smiles.

“You can come in if you’d like,” he says quietly.

You step fully into the light and push the door open the rest of the way. Bucky sets his book down on his lap and looks at you fully. He has a concerned look on his face, and his eyes are searching yours for some kind of explanation for your late-night visit. You make yourself step into the threshold, but stop short of getting any closer to him.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but, can we talk?”

>>>

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katelfiredemon · 3 years

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The Flight of Icarus

“Quiet! I think someone’s coming!” Daedalus whispered, carefully peeking out from the crates he and the younger pilot were hiding behind. He quickly ducked back down as a German soldier on patrol strolled past their hiding spot, letting out a small sigh of relief when they went unnoticed. “We might have escaped the camp, but we still have to get to an Allied country. If we can just get across the English Channel we’ll be safe.”

“How are we going to do that? It’s not like we can just steal a boat!” Icarus said, not sure what his commanding officer was planning. They had been held in a POW camp for the last year and had just barely been able to escape without getting caught. It seemed an insurmountable obstacle to get back to their homeland, but Daedalus seemed sure they could get back and Icarus trusted that man with his life.

“No, not a boat. Now that France has been captured the Germans guard the ports too closely. But they can’t control the skies.” Daedalus motioned to a nearby hangar. “Once we take off they’ll come after us. We’ll have to be fast. Think you can keep up?”

Icarus nodded, “You know I can. You taught me how to fly after all.”

“There’s a good lad.” Daedalus said, ruffling Icarus’ hair.

Off they went, unseen in the dim light of dawn, moving carefully towards the hangar. They paused only for a moment when the soldiers on patrol got too close, before taking off again. They slipped quietly through the doors, looking around for anybody who might be there, before letting out a sigh a relief. They had made it. Now came the hard part.

Getting the planes out.

“We’ll take the single-seat monoplanes. They’re faster and it’ll be harder for them to catch us if there’s two. Here, help me check them.”

The two pilots quickly went about a general maintenance check of the planes. There would be no point in making an escape if their planes malfunctioned over the channel. When they finished, they stood face to face, neither wanting to say what was on their minds. That they had been extremely lucky up till now. That their luck might run out this time. That they might not make it back.

Daedalus placed a hand on Icarus’ shoulder, trying to reign in all the emotions racing though him. “Icarus, son. You’re a smart lad. This flight is a fight for our lives. Don’t fly too high or the engine can’t handle the altitude, and don’t fly too low, the sea is rough today and will snatch you up before you know it. We can’t take any chances on this. Keep near me and you’ll be safe.”

Icarus held his gaze for what seemed like a lifetime before whispering, “Yes Sir.” And gave a salute, ignoring the small tear that slipped down his face.

They slowly pushed the hangar doors open, careful not to make a sound that would alert the patrols to their presence. Early morning sunlight spilled into the hangar, beckoning them to the skies. To freedom.

They climbed into their separate planes, engines roaring to life. Icarus’ heart soared at the thought of being in the air again, his heart beat quickening as adrenaline rushed through him. As they started onto the runway distant shouts of alarm could be heard, but it was too late. They were off. Daedalus first, Icarus close behind.

Icarus let out a whoop of joy as they lifted off the runway. When they reached the waters of the English Channel, Icarus flew higher, exulting in their escape. He split off from Daedalus, soaring upwards, as if to reach the heavens.

But his celebration in their escape had come too soon. They weren’t in the clear yet. Daedalus came on the radio, his voice choppy, “Icarus, we’ve got company.”

Icarus glanced behind him and swore. There was a fighter plane close on their tail, and a few more a ways off. He grabbed his radio, “I’m going to try to shake him.”

“Don’t do anything risky. If we can just make it a little farther and get into English airspace they’ll fall back.” Daedalus’ spoke over the radio.

Icarus pulled back, ignoring his commander’s orders. He slowed down until he was almost in the fighter plane’s shooting range, before suddenly pulling up, rapidly gaining altitude. The fighter plane followed, firing at him. Icarus could hear some of the shots hitting their mark. He had pulled back a little too much. Now, if he could just get a little bit higher. No other pilot would be dumb enough to follow someone to that altitude, then he’d be able to gain some speed with the lower air resistance and pull ahead, leaving the fighter plane in the dust. He’d just have to pull down before the lower amount of oxygen caused the engine to be unable to ignite the fuel and malfunction. And before he lost consciousness from lack of oxygen.

Pushing his plane to the limit he soared upwards, towards the golden chariot of the sun making its way across the sky. Blackness pushed at the edges of his vision and it was getting harder to breath. Just a little farther.

Finally his pursuer pulled back, giving up the chase. They had done it! Now he just needed to put a bit more space between them before he came back to a safer altitude. Besides, just another minute or two and they’d be in English airspace. Suddenly a warning light flashed in front of him. What? He should have had a few more minutes before the engine started to malfunction from the high altitude! One of the shots from the fighter plane must have breached the engine’s compartment. He quickly tried to bring the plane back to a lower altitude, but the damage had been done. With the engine gone he lost control of the steering and the plane spun out of control. If he didn’t do something fast, he’d be swimming with the fishes.

He wrestled with the controls, trying to start the engine again, when he heard shots pinging on the metal. The fighter plane must have continued following at a lower altitude. He looked to his left and saw the metal of his right wing being stripped from the frame as the damage from the bullets ripped it apart. His left wing wasn’t in much better shape. When he looked out, he could see Daedalus’ plane far in the distance, making its way towards England, unaware of the wings that were falling to pieces behind him.

Icarus reached for the radio to say one last goodbye before he hit the ocean and the raging waves swallowed him up.

Daedalus heard an unintelligible sound come over his radio. He was quick to respond. “Icarus? Icarus, where are you?” He had lost sight of his plane. Looking back he could see that their pursuers had given up the chase, but where was Icarus’ plane? He turned back, scanning the skies until at last, he looked down. There, being churned about by the waves, were some remnants of the wreckage of a plane.

His heart squeezed painfully within his chest as he realized what must have happened. Back in the camp he had promised he would get him home safely. He hadn’t been able to keep that promise.

Icarus had flown too close to the sun.

“…with melting wax and loosened strings

Sunk hapless Icarus on unfaithful wings;

Headlong he rushed through the affrighted air,

With limbs distorted and disheveled hair;

His scattered plumage danced upon the wave,

And sorrowing Nereids decked his watery grave;

O’er his pale corpse their pearly sea-flowers shed,

And strewed with crimson moss his marble bed;

Struck in their coral towers the passing bell,

And wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell.”

-Erasmus Darwin

#icarus #flight of icarus #icarus and daedalus #wwII #mythology #here's my rewriting a myth assignment for my classical mythology class

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dalnim96 · 4 years

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mood swing

➡ summary: bla bla you are happily married to jungkook and he’s perfect, you are perfect until he starts to behave strangely.

➡ pairing: jungkook | female reader

➡ words: 5k

➡ genre: fluff | expecting parent!au

➡ note: sorry for the summary. i don’t know how to put it in short. and this story is originally written with kim jongdae as the main character in my asianfanfics account but since he is off limits now, i decided to change it into jungkook and repost it here. unedited. pardon my vocab and grammar.

Waking up in the morning was never something that you can do with such ease but today it feels different, a good different you might say. There are no words to express it – you know that day when you felt extra giddy that you don’t even know why – that is probably the most exact explanation that can explain your feelings at the moment. You’ll take it as a calling card for something good that might happened later.

You sit on the bed and ruffle your messy bed-hair, and eyes squint to avoid the sun rays that pierce into the room as you forgot to close the curtain last night. Taking a glimpse, you could see the blue skies, feel the calm breeze softly graze over your skin, and the ambient temperature… it compliments everything.

You’d love for a good starter.

While slipping on your slipper, you take a quick glance at the figure sleeping soundly next to you, with his mouth slightly open, creating soft snores.

A smile crept on your face.

You have always wondered. How can a fully grown-up man still look like a baby when they were sleeping?

Perhaps every single person that you love will always look good no matter what they do. Seeing how calm the man is in his sleep, you wish to crave the image in your memories.

Lightly caresses Jungkook’s hair, you gave him a peck on the cheek. It is still early and you decide to let him sleep in for another minute since he’s probably tired from all of his work.

You tie your hair into a messy bun and were about to leave the bed but Jungkook’s arm swiftly caught you by your waist and pull you until your back hit his bare chest. You yelp as you felt him snuggling closer.

He mumbles something along the line like ‘if you leave the bed, I’ll freeze to death’ which you chuckle and lean your head on top of his bare chest, peppering it with chaste kisses.

It made a wide smile to appear on his face.

Giving the last peck on the tiny mole just right under his left nipple, you then look at him sternly.

“Enough. I need to cook breakfast and clean the house.”

“It’s Saturday,” he whined.

You give him a pat on his shoulder before detangling his arms from your body after so much difficulty.

“I know. That’s why I need to clean up the house. We’re both busy on weekdays and have no time to clean the house. I can even see a thick fine dust in our room.”

He makes a face, still keeping his eyes close and snuggles more into the blanket.

“Will you let me do my chores now, Your Highness?” you joked.

He sighs and points at his left cheek. You knew it was a signal for you to give him a kiss but you pinched his cheek instead and ran out of the room, laughing.

“Wait until I’m all awake!” you heard him holler from inside the room.

You hang the last cloth onto the hanging line before you head inside the house. As you walk past the living room to get into the kitchen where the laundry room is located, your nose crinkle in irritation at the scene in front of you.

On the coffee table, you spot two empty cans of diet cola, an empty packet of chips, and a half-bowl of popcorn.

“Honey, make sure you clean that up, okay. I just finished vacuuming that side an hour ago,” you emphasize it for him to take the hint.

He lifted an OK sign with his fingers but his eyes never left the screen.

You looked at Jungkook sprawls on the couch, looking bored at the tv program with the remote control in his hand. As he was flipping through the channel, you watch as his free right-hand reach over to the bowl and pop a fistful of popcorn into his mouth.

This is strange, you thought to yourself.

For someone who always takes good care of his health, seeing Jungkook munching all of the snacks is still a rare sight for you to see. Usually, he’d been the one who would refuse to eat fried chicken for supper because he doesn’t want to destroy his muscles.

Perhaps today is his cheat day.

You shrug and went back into the kitchen. That is when your jaw dropped for the second time.

“Honey did you… use the microwave for the popcorn?”

He looked over his shoulder, at you. “Yeah.”

“O.M.G.”

You want to laugh. As far as you know, Jeon Jungkook, the man you are married to was never – by never you mean absolutely never – fond of using the microwave because he thought it would explode or something but seeing him with the freshly ‘popped’ corn has caught you in between thoughts.

He wasn’t possibly lying to you this whole time… oh, never mind.

He’d probably found courage from his dream or something so you don’t really want to think a lot about it right now. You wanted to get done with the chores and get some rest.

“Shoot!” he suddenly shouts.

His loud voice sounds alarming that you put down the laundry basket swiftly and make a beeline out of the laundry room towards him in the living room.

“What? What happened?”

He points at the screen and your eyes followed.

“That bulgogi looks so delicious right now.”

Your brows crease as you let his words to digest in your brain. That running is all for nothing. What a waste of breath.

“I thought you injured yourself or something. Honey, you scare me.”

You forget to mention that you married an impulsive person. He loves to do things unexpectedly which is not something new so you didn’t find this quite odd.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch then,” you said while thinking of the ingredients in the fridge that is probably enough for you to create the recipe.

You pick up the trash and put away the bowl but he sat up almost immediately and grabs your hand when he saw you putting away his popcorn. “No-” he said with a mouth still full, “Don’t put it away and… I want to eat Bulgogi now.”

You stand straight.

“Honey…” your word trailed off, mouth open and loose like a fish that jumps out of the water as you stare at Jungkook as if he had just grown a pair of golden horns.

“Babe, we have just eaten breakfast about an hour ago, and do you even realize that you’re eating snacks right now?” you ask, hands on your sides.

He looks down to the bowl he snatched from your hand and pout. He put the bowl back on the table and stares at you with his doe-like eyes.

Your breath hitched.

It is your weakness. You always tend to give up whenever he acts cute around you. He used it a lot to get away from trouble whenever you sense one.

“This is a bit weird but I am hungry... again and I don’t know why…” he mumbles.

He himself notices that he is being extraordinarily irritable to you but he also couldn’t find the answer to his strange behavior. All he knows after he had thrown up twice after breakfast, his desire to eat increased almost to the point that he hates and loves it at the same time. It seems like his mind and heart are not on good terms today.

“I’ll cook it for today’s lunch. Not now. Period!” you speak with a stern voice before going back to clean up the mess.

There’s no way you will starve your husband but it makes no sense for a person who always takes care of his body to suddenly change overnight.

You steal a glance at Jungkook, trying to see any hint of weirdness - despite from him already being weird - in case a hungry demon possesses your husband while he is sleeping last night.

“Look at that.” his voice trailed as you followed his eyes to the TV channel again.

“Gosh, that looks delicious.” you heard him.

Reluctantly, you heave a loud sigh.

“Fine. I’ll cook it for you– wipe off your drool!”

It didn’t go unnoticed. With you being a keen observant, it is easy to figure out Jungkook’s peculiar antics today, again, after lunch. Usually, he would help you do the dishes - more like he would just back hug and pamper you with kisses while you were the one doing the dishes - but today, after he finishes the meal, he quickly went into the bedroom and came out ten minutes later with a face pale as if he just saw a ghost lurking around in the bedroom.

You had your brow raised. “You okay? Did you throw up again?!”

He makes an unpleasant expression and you quickly rush to help him settles on the couch. You then took the chance to put the back of your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature but it feels normal that you can’t conclude that he is having a fever. You were about to help him lay down on the couch when he, out of the blue, push your hands away and wrinkles his nose in disgust.

What?

You are shocked, your body went rigid and both hands that he pushes away froze on the spot. It made you lost for words. He turned away slightly, avoiding your eyes. You stood there, the body still half-bent, staring at him without blinking.

Jungkook groans, snapping you out from your thoughts. His face starts to appear a little reddish and skin glistens with sweat that has made you worry but you hesitate for a second.

It was the first time Jungkook ever pushes you away. He is usually the one to initiate intimacy between both of you and when he rejects you, it is sure taking a toll on your emotion.

It feels like your throat is tightening as if you had swallowed a huge golf ball that is hard to pass through. It is hard to admit but sadness flowed through your vein and it is messing up with your mind. You are a little bit confused and hurt of course; contemplating whether you should ignore his antics or do the exact opposite of it.

Back when you were still in college, some students call you land mine. If you miss your step, it will kaboom!

You don’t really show your emotion but if there is something that makes you extremely sad or angry until it reaches your limits, you can blow up, creating a big, big mess.

This whole thing with Jungkook, it upset you, seriously but even he doesn’t know what’s happening to him. You both do get into a lot of fights before marriage but now that you both are tied, you always told yourself to understand that compromise is a necessary part of any successful, enduring marriage. You always stick with the belief that in marriage, two people need to work together as a team and each person must give and take once in a while. You love Jungkook so that’s why you always go with the first option.

Let’s pretend that it didn’t happen.

You are trying to be rational at the moment. Jungkook may be older but it doesn’t mean that he is matured enough (sometimes) during fights. His competitive spirits are out of this world while you are always the forgiving one. It seems unfair sometimes but so far there isn’t any huge problem regarding this and you are pretty much cool about this; only if the problems are tolerable enough for you to take in. You have a deal with much more head-splitting matter even before you met him so it’s easy for you to tolerate with him.

While you are still on freeze, Jungkook then pushes himself to sit and lean his back to the back rest of the couch; his breath quivers in soft, short gasps and eyes completely train on you. It flashes with different sorts of emotions, making you gulp unconsciously.

“Are you okay?” you start off slow when he doesn’t seem to be talking soon.

At your word, he reaches over to hold your hand and you took his action as an apology. He has the soft look that you recognize whenever he is feeling apologetic to you. Knowing that he is not good with words, he always shows it through actions and you appreciate it much, especially in this kind of situation.

“Want to tell me what is going on?” you asked again.

Jungkook pulls you into a hug for just a few seconds before releasing you. The same, disgusted expression plasters on his face again. You pout.

“Why do you smell like trash?”

Blinks.

“Sorry?”

You blink at his sudden question. Contrary to his innocent face, his question has taken you off your feet. You grimace for standing up way too quick, making you a bit dizzy. You compose yourself, try to ease the dizziness. When the sensation is gone, you find yourself glaring at him.

“What do you mean I smell like trash?”

He nods.

“That wasn’t very nice of you.” you mutter, discontent by his word.

Jungkook is currently taking a nap on the couch in the living room. Heavy silence settles all over the house, only the sound of the wind, the trees and rustling of leaves from outside can be heard as you keep the backyard door opened. Usually it would calm you down but today it gives off the feeling for an awkward silence.

You are currently sitting at the dining table, with your laptop, and a few papers work that you think it’d be great if you can at least do some work to kill some time.

You pause your work for a moment and turn to look at your husband on the couch. You will never get yourself used to the image presented in front of your eyes. He looks so peaceful, looks much more normal now. Jungkook’s sharp features are much softer in his sleep. His heart thumps in accordance with slow breaths, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Despite that, your mind keeps working madly, making you wonder. There are tons of questions that come into your mind at the moment. What if once he wakes up, he’ll do something weird again? Will there be an explanation for his behavior? Again?

You draw a deep breath, throwing away the negative thoughts you had and just hope for everything will be fine after he wakes up.

As you were about to get yourself another cup of coffee, you heard the beeping sound coming from the front door. On alert, your feet scramble to the front door but before you could see the ‘intruder’ from the peep-hole, someone walks into the house with food containers wrapped in bojagi on both of her hands.

“Mother!” you gasped, rushing to help your mother-in-law.

She smiled when she saw you.

“How are you doing, sweetie?” she greets as you took the items from her hands. You let her take off her shoes while you bring the food into the kitchen.

“Everything is perfectly fine, I guess?” you answered from the kitchen, unsure if your answer is the one she has been wanting to hear.

She stopped to look at her son sleeping on the couch and she clicks her tongue in disapproval.

“Look at him. Useless. How can he choose to sleep while his wife is struggling alone?” she complains.

She went over to him and gave a hard smack on his bottom when the man yelp but he went back to sleep just like nothing happened.

“Why did I give birth to a lazy kid?” she mumbles, walking into the kitchen.

“You brought us so much food. You must be busy this morning. How are we going to finish all of this?”

The elder woman helps you to unpack and store the food she brought into the fridge.

“I cook this,” she pointed at the side dishes she brought, “…and your father-in-law helped me to grill the eels.”

“Speaking of father-in-law, where is he?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Perhaps he went to drink rice wine with his friends somewhere around the neighborhood.”

“Day drinking?” you asked, surprised.

Jungkook’s mother scoffed. “You know him! No matter how many times you told him it’s bad for his health, he’ll never listen.”

You bite your inner cheek.

She has been talking about her husband’s bad drinking habit every single time someone talked about him. It always put you in an awkward position. One wrong word could make it difficult for you. You can act silly with your parents but you have no intention to do the same with your parent-in-law. Having them to trust you with their son is already a big honor for you.

“You brought mulberries too?” you decided to change the topic.

“You said you love it when you went to our house at that time.”

“That was around two months ago.”

She nudged your side lightly. “I have quite a strong memory for someone old like me.”

You chortle. “What are you talking about? People used to call you my older sister when I was back at your house.”

You both laughed at that.

It was so long since you visited your in-laws because of your work but you’re glad she is here right now. Her presence can take you off from Jungkook’s ‘problem’ for a moment.

“But you need to hide that. If Jungkook found it, he’s going to eat it. He knows he has severe allergy on berries but he still ate it.”

You nodded, remembering the moment when you and Jungkook first met. It still made your lips curve up at the memories.

It was three years ago, you were hanging out with your friends at your favorite bar when Jungkook approached you (while pretending to be cool) and asked if you’d like to go for another round with him.

He was flirtatious at the time and you find it funny but it was cringe-worthy especially when he reached for your drink for a sip. He was so into himself, oblivious that your drink was black mulberry margarita – which not even a minute later, got him struggling on the wooden floor of the bar, clutching on his throat for help.

It caused quite a scene at the bar with the bright blue and red lights ablaze from the ambulance at such a small alley and paramedics carrying a stretcher with a clumsy man on it who apparently has allergy on berries but completely forgot about it in the sake of flirting with a woman he caught his eyes on.

You and your mother-in-law were chatting at the backyard when your ears caught a crashing sound coming from the kitchen. Your conversation halted, you immediately spring up from your sit.

“What is that sound?” the old lady asked.

“I’ll… go and take a look.”

You rushed inside and straight into the kitchen only to find your husband lying unconscious on the marbled kitchen floor. In a silent panic, your eyes travel to the shattered glass pieces near his place, clear evidence for the crashing sound you heard before.

“H-Honey…” your voice trembles.

You stood frozen at the threshold of your kitchen, unable to move. Your heart starts to beat faster as sweats started to form on your body.

“Oh God!” your mother-in-law rushes past you and crouch at her son.

“Help him, sweetie!”

It was your mother-in-law’s voice that snapped you out from your walls and you rushed to help her by grabbing the broom to swipe away the glasses.

“I think he ate the mulberries.”

The woman sighed in both frustration and also alarmed by the situation. Although she is scared for her son’s health, it is not the first time that Jungkook ever collapsed after eating berries. Even when he was a lot younger, he used to ask help from their neighbor to bring him to the hospital because he didn’t want his mother to get mad at him for eating berries in secret.

“Call 119.”

You stare at Jungkook who is currently resting on the hospital bed after his treatment. The soft snores coming from him tells you that he is doing better now.

“Silly.”

It was exactly as you and your mother-in-law expected.

Jungkook had woken up while you and your mother-in-law were having a conversation in the backyard, totally oblivious at the situation. Jungkook, on the other hand, had found and eaten the berries you had hidden deep inside the fridge which triggers his allergy.

It was a close call but the medical staff manages to soothe his allergy reaction from entering critical state after giving him shots and drawing some blood for proper diagnoses.

“Mrs. Jeon?” the previous doctor visited the bed again with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Um…” you started as he looks up at you.

“You’re talking to two Mrs. Jeon here.” you point at yourself and your mother-in-law.

A loud chortle erupts from him. “Sorry about that. Can I talk to patient Jeon Jungkook’s wife then?”

“Can both of us...”

“Oh, sure.” he nods and moves closer to you while your mother-in-law stands on the side of the bed with ears wide open to hear something from the doctor.

“From the blood sample here,” he points at the paper, “we didn’t find anything that could trigger his nausea as you mention but we found that the patient has an allergy for berries. Are you two well aware of it?” he asks both of you.

“Yes, we…” you glance at your mother-in-law before continuing, “…we knew about that.”

He nods in confirmation and proceeds explaining about the cautious steps you and your husband need to take to reduce his allergic reaction.

Your lips were press into thin line the whole time. This whole situation bothers you.

You had told the doctor that your husband was feeling sick since the morning and had it check just in case it was something serious.

It can’t be. He threw up twice and when the doctor said it was nothing, you just couldn’t get it away from your head. There’s no way a perfectly fine man would throw up for nothing unless Jungkook had been drinking behind your back, probably while you were sleeping, and woke up feeling hangover from the drinks he had.

But it doesn’t seem like that either. You would’ve known it right the moment you wake up.

“You seem to worry about it a lot,” the doctor comments after looking at your trouble face.

“It can’t be nothing. He was fine before breakfast and after that he threw up twice and…” you rake your brain trying to remember anything out of the ordinary that Jungkook did today.

“…ah, he also said I smell like trash.” You unconsciously sulk.

Your words went clearly into your mother-in-law's ear and she gasps dramatically, hands move up to her chest. She looks at her son on the bed and gives a brutal smack on his stomach.

“This brat! How could he say that to his wife?!” she scolds the unconscious man angrily.

The doctor laughs full-bellied at the sitcom playing right in front of him. It was funny to him although he has seen patients get beaten by someone but not by their own mother who is exceptionally protective over their daughter-in-law.

“Mother…” you quickly grab her hand before she could slap Jungkook again. “People are watching.”

He wipes off the imaginary tears before scanning the paper again, acting like nothing happened.

“He is negative on food poisoning.” he looks at you both, “and from what you had told us, there is nothing that could trigger his nausea unless…”

“Unless?” the older woman inquired.

He smiled knowingly. “Unless he is starting to experience his morning sickness.”

“I have morning sickness?”

You and your mother-in-law jumped on your spots, startled at the intrusion of a new voice joining your conversations.

“Ah, you’re awake.” The doctor said in a matter of a fact tone.

Your eyes went agape at your husband. You were too focused on the conversation that you didn’t even hear him waking up. He’d probably have been listening to everything.

“Are you feeling better?”

You brush some hair out of his eyes as the man observes his surroundings before his eyes fixed on the man in his white attire staring back at him with a serene smile.

“What do you mean I have morning sickness?” he asks the other man, ignoring your question. He just wants to make sure he’s not hearing things.

You turn back at the doctor. “Yes, what do you mean by that?”

He clicks his tongue before securing the glasses on his nose bridge.

“How do I start... okay. This case is very rare but it is scientifically proven…” he stops to observe your faces but it only leaves a giggle out from his mouth.

The three of you had the same expression (brows knitted and mouth slightly ajar in confusion) that give out the idea that you wouldn’t even understand a word he’s going to say unless he made it short and simple for you to understand. Science is not particularly your favorite.

“Sorry, I’ll try again.” He clears his throat. “So, if the wife is pregnant, the husband can experience morning sickness instead of his wife. It is also called sympathetic pregnancy.”

Jungkook looks at you. He too as confused as you are. There’s a line forming between his eyebrows as you both try to absorb the new information ‘prescribe’ to you.

“My wife’s pregnant?” Jungkook asks.

“We need to test it out before confirming. I’m just stating my conclusion since there is nothing serious found from your blood sample, Mr. Jeon.”

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly grabs your hand, making you look down at him.

His expression had you under a strange mix of feelings, joy, and uneasiness. He is probably feeling the same as you. You won’t deny that the doctor’s word has caught you feeling excited.

The last time you and your husband tried for a baby was probably a month ago. It could be that you are pregnant. You always have an irregular pattern of your period and seeing that you are not experiencing any morning sickness at all risen the probability.

You try to hide the smile growing on your face.

You’ve always wanted a baby with Jungkook. You both even tried to have a baby when you were still dating but it was vain.

This might be your chance to strengthen your bond with Jungkook, to be tied by a child.

You caught the expression on your mother-in-law’s face. You can tell that she is hoping for the miracle as well.

“If you want to, we can get you tested.”

The weather is gorgeous today. The day looks exactly like the one on your postcards. Baby blue skies came in contrast with various colors of the autumn foliage that strangely fits together perfectly. The air smells crisp and cold with a little feeling of damp and especially more earthy.

However the weather is getting a lot colder as the summer has lost its heat and the cold from autumn is ready to say hello to the world.

You shiver as you approach the door to your backyard.

“Honey, get inside. It’s cold.”

You beckon Jungkook to get inside the house. He is sitting inside the hanging chair while staring at that one pot of strawberry that miraculously survives through the heat of summer and now bearing delicious looking fruits.

Jungkook stands up from his sitting and walks towards your welcoming arms but you stop him when you saw the thing on his hands.

Your brows crease. “Why… are you holding that?”

He looks at the baby shoes you bought yesterday and gives a pat on the embossed decoration of a brown bear on it before smiling.

“It’s cute.”

“I know. But why are you holding it?”

He then shoves the shoes right in front of your face, “It’s for the baby. Look, this is too cute, right?” he asks you to agree with him eagerly.

He looks totally adorable that you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

“I really hope I can get into that weird mind of yours.”

You move into the house and he follows, shutting down the door.

“I’m just… so happy,” he said, hugging the shoes for one last time before putting it back to where it belongs, on top of the shelves, and approaching you.

He pulls you into a hug, with your back sticks to his chest while he rests his chin on top of your head. Back hug is practically easier than normal face-to-face hug since there is a huge obstacle standing in the way.

“Everyone’s happy. I am happy.”

You are genuinely happy.

It turns out that after the pregnancy test, you are positive of pregnant for three weeks. It feels like a huge something has been left off your body for passing level one of marriage life as if a bundle of joy has been thrown to not only both of you but also to the people around you. Your parent, your parent-in-law, and your close friends, they were on cloud nine, congratulating you and your husband for the news.

You and Jungkook spent the next day together, just lying on the bed while hugging each other without any words uttered. There are simply no words to describe your feelings.

Elated, excited, euphoric, you name it.

The both of you spend your days ahead, planning and getting ready for the future, and decided to name the baby Jeon Jungsoo after your last ultrasound scan as the obstetrician confirms that your baby is going to be a boy. You wanted the baby to live an outstanding life, just like his name.

“Today it was just the two of us and next week we are going to have my copycat running around the house,” Jungkook whispers through your hair and tightens his arms around your body.

“I hope he won’t be as naughty as you when you were a kid.”

He pushes you to face him. You chuckle as you saw his face. Pouting and brows knitted. His ‘trademark’ of a sulking face.

“I’m not naughty. Who said that?”

“Your mother.” You stated in a matter of a fact tone.

“Oh…”

His shoulder drops. He can’t argue when the facts came from the truthfully right person that is authorized to say that.

“Will you be a good daddy then?”

His face immediately glows. He snorts, looking haughty all of sudden as he expands his chest like a superhero just saved the day.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he whispers at that, afraid that the baby could catch it and come out from you and greets ‘hi, daddy. you are abso-fucking-lutely good looking!’ to him.

“I’ve waited for this my whole life!”

You snicker at that. “Yes, you sure do but I’m the one who has to bear your weird antics for twelve weeks straight, thank you.”

He grins sheepishly, follows you like a lost puppy into the kitchen.

“Sorry about that but aren’t you glad I’m the one having it?”

You had to stop whatever you were doing at the moment at that remarks. You send a piercing glare at him.

“You eat and I throw up. Heh?” he lifts his left shoulder cutely.

“You have the audacity to say that with me looking like this?!” you point at your bloated stomach.

“Try to imagine that you are the one carrying this 25kilos worth of… of watermelon in your stomach, and your kidneys just wouldn’t let you live in peace all day long, and the pain on your back always makes you think back if all of this worth your time and efforts and… and now you’re in your last trimester week and this weird yellow liquid keeps oozing out from your breasts that you need to put tissues on it in order not to stain your shirt like… like… I don’t know. What do you think, Jeon Jungkook? Still thinks that your morning sickness is much worse than all of this?”

You need to catch your breaths after firing each of your words out of your mouth like a torpedo that evidently has hit him direct to the core.

His brain stutters for a moment while every part of him goes on pause while his thoughts try to catch up with every single word. It leaves him speechless and Jungkook mentally admits that he loses. He didn’t even realize he has both arms up in the air as if he is surrendering to you now.

“Happy now?” you snapped, but immediately bite on your lower lip afterward to prevent that smile from escaping.

Gosh, he looks so cute!

“Babe…” Jungkook suddenly calls for you.

“What?”

“You… look so hot right now.”

“F.U Jungkook!”

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Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Canada unveils largest economic relief package since WW2 (BBC) Canada's federal government will spend C$100bn ($77bn, £58bn) to kick-start the country's post-pandemic economy. It is "the largest economic relief package for our country since the Second World War", Finance Minister Chrystia Freeland said on Monday. The spending will bring the deficit to a historic C$381.6bn by March 2021. The wide-ranging plan includes targeted relief for hard-hit business sectors, investments in long-term care homes and distribution of a Covid-19 vaccine.

Study: Students falling behind in math during pandemic (AP) A disproportionately large number of poor and minority students were not in schools for assessments this fall, complicating efforts to measure the pandemic’s effects on some of the most vulnerable students, a not-for-profit company that administers standardized testing said Tuesday. Overall, NWEA’s fall assessments showed elementary and middle school students have fallen measurably behind in math, while most appear to be progressing at a normal pace in reading since schools were forced to abruptly close in March and pick up online. The analysis of data from nearly 4.4 million U.S. students in grades 3-8 represents one of the first significant measures of the pandemic’s impacts on learning. But researchers at NWEA, whose MAP Growth assessments are meant to measure student proficiency, caution they may be underestimating the effects on minority and economically disadvantaged groups. Those students made up a significant portion of the roughly 1 in 4 students who tested in 2019 but were missing from 2020 testing. NWEA said they may have opted out of the assessments, which were given in-person and remotely, because they lacked reliable technology or stopped going to school. The NWEA findings show that, compared to last year, students scored an average of 5 to 10 percentile points lower in math, with students in grades three, four and five experiencing the largest drops.

Coronavirus emerged earlier than thought (WSJ) The new coronavirus infected people in the U.S. in mid-December 2019, a few weeks before it was officially identified in China and about a month earlier than public health authorities found the first U.S. case, according to a government study published Monday. The findings significantly strengthen evidence suggesting the virus was spreading around the world well before public health authorities and researchers became aware, upending initial thinking about how early and quickly it emerged. Scientists at the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention found evidence of infection in 106 of 7,389 blood donations collected by the American Red Cross from residents in nine states across the U.S., according to the study published online in the journal Clinical Infectious Diseases.

Brazen gun battle in Brazil bank heist leaves cash scattered on road (Reuters) Bank robbers in southern Brazil blasted explosives and fired high-caliber weapons at police late on Monday, in an audacious heist that injured two people and left reams of cash in the streets to be pocketed by locals. The robbery began just before midnight on Monday in the southern city of Criciúma and lasted nearly two hours, according to a statement from military police in Santa Catarina state. Terrifying images shared on social media showed armed men firing automatic weapons on the city streets, taking hostages and then making their getaway in a fleet of cars. In their wake, the robbers left cash strewn across the streets. Residents soon spread out to snatch up the notes, television footage showed. Authorities have located 810,000 reais ($152,660), police said. Local media reported that there were 30 robbers involved in the heist. Brazil has a long history of bank heists, and major lenders have struggled with a wave of violent robberies in recent years as criminals have mastered the use of explosives to access cash.

Scottish independence (Foreign Policy) Scottish First Minister Nicola Sturgeon has called for an independence referendum “in the early part of the new parliament,” ahead of Scottish parliamentary elections in May. Sturgeon made the remarks in an address at a Scottish National Party (SNP) conference. Although Scottish voters rejected independence by a 55-45 percent margin in 2014, recent polls show a majority in favor of secession, likely due to the strong support for the European Union among Scots. Westminster would have to give Edinburgh permission to hold another referendum, and Sturgeon has said she will take the British government to court if they block a vote.

NATO Searches For Meaning (Foreign Policy) Foreign ministers of NATO member nations meet today for a two-day conference to discuss the future of the alliance as the organization searches for relevance ahead of the impending Joe Biden presidency. The alliance has spent the last two decades finding purpose in its Afghanistan mission, but with U.S. interest waning, and troops departing, it’s in search of a new raison d’être. The group appears to have found its motivation in a challenger thousands of miles from its borders. A new report due to be reviewed at today’s meeting calls for fresh thinking on dealing with a rising China, including deepening ties with Asian allies and increasing technological capabilities.

Animal attacks taking their toll in Kashmir (AP) Amid the long-raging deadly strife in Indian-controlled Kashmir, another conflict is silently taking its toll on the Himalayan region’s residents: the conflict between man and wild animals. According to official data, at least 67 people have been killed and 940 others injured in the past five years in attacks by wild animals in the famed Kashmir Valley, a vast collection of alpine forests, connected wetlands and waterways known as much for its idyllic vistas as for its decades-long armed conflict between Indian troops and rebels. The Himalayan black bear is at the heart of this trouble. Experts say over 80% of the deaths and maulings are due to attacks by black bears. Nestled between mountain peaks and plateaus, Kashmir has witnessed a rapid change in how people are using the land. Vast paddy fields have been converted into mostly apple orchards. New neighborhoods have popped up around wetlands and forest areas. In turn, experts say, animals are approaching human settlements in search of food and shelter, leading to a sharp increase in attacks.

Angry Farmers Choke India’s Capital in Giant Demonstrations (NYT) Mewa Singh said he wasn’t going anywhere. On Monday afternoon, Mr. Singh, who farms a small plot of land in northern India, sat in the back of a mud-splattered farm trailer, heaps of rice, lentils, fresh garlic and other spices piled around him, blocking one of the main arteries into India’s capital. Part of an army of thousands of angry farmers who have encircled New Delhi, Mr. Singh vowed to keep protesting for however long it takes for India’s government, led by Prime Minister Narendra Modi, to reverse recently passed agricultural policies. “Our land is our mother,” said Mr. Singh, growing emotional as he talked about the new policies, which he saw as part of an effort to hand farmers’ land over to big business. “It was passed on to us from our parents, who got it from their parents, and now Modi wants to acquire it and give it away to his rich friends.” Even though Mr. Modi’s political party firmly controls the government, the growing farmers’ rebellion seems to have rattled his administration. In India, more than 60 percent of the population depends on agriculture to make a living. Farmers are a huge political constituency.

In Asia, Pro-Democracy Forces Worry About Biden (NYT) Pro-democracy campaigners from Hong Kong are championing President Trump’s claims of an electoral victory. Human rights activists and religious leaders in Vietnam and Myanmar are expressing reservations about President-elect Joseph R. Biden Jr.’s ability to keep authoritarians in check. It might seem counterintuitive that Asian defenders of democracy are among the most ardent supporters of Mr. Trump, who has declared his friendship with Xi Jinping of China and Kim Jong-un of North Korea. But it is precisely Mr. Trump’s willingness to flout diplomatic protocol, abandon international accords and keep his opponents off-balance that have earned him plaudits as a leader strong enough to stand up to dictators and defend democratic ideals overseas, even if he has been criticized as diminishing them at home. As President-elect Biden assembles his foreign-policy team, prominent human rights activists across Asia are worried about his desire for the United States to hew again to international norms. They believe that Mr. Biden, like former President Barack Obama, will pursue accommodation rather than confrontation in the face of China’s assertive moves.

China lands a spacecraft on moon for third time (Washington Post) China landed a spacecraft on the moon Tuesday on a mission to mine rocks and soil and return them to Earth, the latest in a series of lunar missions demonstrating the country’s emergence as a force in space exploration. The landing, without a crew aboard, was China’s third on the lunar surface since 2013 and came almost two years after China pulled off a historic first—landing a spacecraft on the far side of the moon. If China’s Chang’e-5 mission succeeds, it would mark the first time a nation has retrieved samples from the moon since the United States and Soviet Union did it several decades ago. The mission, which includes a lander, an ascent vehicle, a service capsule and a return capsule, was launched Nov. 23 on China’s powerful Long March-5 rocket. On the lunar surface, the probe is expected to dig about seven feet deep, collecting as much as 4.5 pounds of rocks and lunar soil into the ascent vehicle, which would then meet up with the service capsule in lunar orbit and return to Earth.

Nike ad showing racial discrimination faced by Japanese girls provokes backlash (Washington Post) A Nike advertisement highlighting racial discrimination faced by schoolgirls in Japan, and suggesting they can overcome it through sports, has provoked a fierce debate and backlash in a nation unaccustomed to openly discussing such issues. The video showing three young soccer players is based on the “real life experience of athletes,” Nike Japan said, conveying how they “overcome their daily struggles and conflicts to move their future through sports.” The ad has been viewed about 25 million times across Twitter and YouTube. It has been shared or liked nearly 80,000 times on Twitter, but negative reactions accelerated this week, with likes only outnumbering dislikes on YouTube by a few thousand. Japan’s national identity is based partly on a myth of itself as a monoethnic country. This has fueled the marginalization of the indigenous Ainu people in the past, and discrimination against ethnic Koreans and Chinese, biracial Japanese people and immigrants.

Radioactive water (Hakai Magazine) Radioactive water is accumulating at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant as workers have pumped water into the destroyed buildings to keep the site cool for the past ten years. After coming into contact with the reactors, the water has to be stored, and while operator Tokyo Electric Power Company has built tanks for this exact purpose, there are over one million tonnes of water in those tanks as of this year. By 2022, they believe they’ll run out of room for new tanks. There are potentially 62 radioactive elements in that wastewater, and as of 2018, some particularly gnarly isotopes were still exceeding safe levels, even after cleaning. The Japanese government will eventually have to decide what to do with this waste, which could include slowly dumping it into the ocean. That’s banned by the London Protocol, and the United Nations International Maritime Organization will likely have some very strong feelings about any such plan.

#headlines #news

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sickjoonie · 5 years

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can i get something where jimin is really feverish and emotional but pushes through dance practice, but after messing up a few times he finally bursts into tears and the other members comfort him and take care of him at home

jimin felt like his whole body was shaking. his muscles ached, pain pulsing through his legs with each step through the hallways of their company’s building.

to say jimin was miserable would be an understatement.

it had started the night before with a headache that had him crawling into bed early. he hadn’t thought much of it at the time, seeing how tension headaches were merely a side effect of his job.

waking up at 4am, drenched in sweat and feeling so incredibly weak and his head pounding, proved to him that this was more than a tension headache. some sort of bug had latched onto him and was determined to make him miserable for a couple of days.

he was feverish, and with the fever came a vulnerability that he always loathed. he knew himself well; he felt emotions stronger than most and could easily get overwhelmed by them. the side of him that longed for perfection resented this side of him. over the years of being a part of bangtan, he had learned to embrace being so open with his emotions.

all of that progress went to shit when he had a fever bad enough to make his entire body plead to lay down.

with stomach flus, it was expected that he would cry after vomiting. normally, he was too nauseous and worn out from crying from the discomfort that his emotions were subdued. his body balanced out his emotional side and the toll vomiting took on him.

but without the stomach issues to balance it out, his emotions were guaranteed to hit him full force and have him vulnerable and raw.

he had pulled himself out of bed and forced himself to get a glass of water. while up, he raided the closet for a chimmy plushie to cuddle. it was a way to stem out the overwhelming sickness; there was something healing about snuggling a plushie that jimin always latched onto one when he was feverish.

he forced himself to drink at least half of the cup of water, needing to stay hydrated in order to battle the fever. then he curled up on his side, keeping the plushie fitted perfectly against his body and in his arms. he whimpered quietly into the plushie, shivering from sickness and exhaustion.

he closed his eyes and tried desperately to ignore the ache in his body in order to get some sort of rest. he slept fitfully until the time finally came for him to get up.

jimin was used to forcing himself through dance practices before, so he figured this time would be no different. sure, he could barely stand straight without getting extremely dizzy, but he convinced himself that he could make it through it. he had been through worse, he told himself; a small fever was no big deal.

he ignored the small voice in his head that wanted to go back to bed. deep down, he knew if he mentioned something to the other members about not feeling well, they would let him stay home and rest.

the fever had his emotions a mess, however, letting his stubbornness take over. he didn’t want to be sick- that would only put him behind. besides, how bad could it be?

jimin spent the morning with their producers discussing the next song and what they wanted vocally from him. admittedly, he really didn’t have much to say or add in. this wasn’t because he didn’t care or didn’t have opinions to add in; rather, his head felt too foggy to come up with any ideas he deemed as useful.

he was disappointed with the progress they had made by the time he had to leave for dance practice and he could tell the producers were too. he quickly apologized, trying to ignore the ache in his chest at letting them down.

jimin entered the practice room with his head hung. already, he felt exhausted. he had no idea how he was going to make it through practice, but he was determined to prove his sickness wrong.

jungkook and taehyung were already there, stretching in the center. jimin quietly joined them. they were bickering as usual and while normally jimin would join in, he found himself wincing at the prospect of having to keep up with the conversation.

instead, he silently started doing his own stretches. he tried to ignore the way the stretches seemed to irritate his muscles rather than loosen them up like they normally did.

the rest of the members trickled in, each coming from their own schedules. hoseok entered and clung onto jimin, giggling with way too much energy.

the only reason why hoseok was so excited was because they would be cleaning up technique in their latest dance. jimin had no idea why, considering cleaning technique meant repeating the same steps over and over again with each movement being nitpicked, but hoseok always had a lot more excitement whenever it came time to clean.

“oh, jimin ah,” hoseok teased, nuzzling jimin’s hair, “get your muscles warmed up and stretchy, there’s a lot we need to work on today!”

jimin nearly whimpered. sure, the choreography was new, but he didn’t think it needed too much work already. he gave a weak laugh. “hyung you love cleaning dances way too much. it’s so weird.”

“i think it’s satisfying,” hoseok merely giggled, bouncing over to smother jungkook in a hug. jungkook yelped, falling backwards and taking hoseok down with him.

jimin sighed, resigning himself to his fate. he was too stubborn and sick for his own good.

once hoseok had deemed everyone had properly warmed up (after tormenting namjoon into testing his flexibility, much to the leader’s agony), he began a long run down on everything they needed to work on. normally jimin would be laser focused on this list, eager to help hoseok out.

he couldn’t bring the energy for it today. all he could focus on was how dizzy he felt even though he was sitting down. he knew it would only get worse once they were up and moving.

he had to push himself, however. he couldn’t let the others down.

and he did push himself, to the point where he was seeing black spots and experiencing nausea. the worst part of it was was that he knew he wasn’t performing as well as he normally did, making small errors that he would normally never have to worry about.

it was after a small ten minute break in which jimin spent the time staring off into space, desperately trying not to cry, that everything finally fell apart.

they were running through part of the choreography that focused heavily on foot movement when jimin once again slipped up. this time, he wasn’t able to recover as subtly as before.

instead, his small fumble led to him losing all sense of balance and falling to the ground. dizziness swam through his head and he could feel his body shaking from exertion and it all was too much.

jimin burst into tears.

the reaction from the other members was immediate. seokjin and jungkook moved to get water for recovery. within seconds, he was in taehyung’s lap with yoongi holding one of his hands and hoseok cupping his face, wiping away tears with his thumbs.

“oh minnie,” hoseok sighed, feeling the abnormal heat radiating from jimin’s cheeks. “are you feeling sick?”

jimin pitfully nodded, squeezing yoongi’s hand. behind hoseok, namjoon cooed softly, moving to go talk to the managers to get jimin home.

jungkook and seokjin returned with some water and a wet rag. hoseok gently wiped jimin’s face, removing the access sweat and helping cool the younger off.

jimin shakily took the water bottle, being coaxed by taehyung to take small sips to help calm him down.

once the tears had stopped, jimin was left completely worn down. he sank back against taehyung, eyes fluttering shut. he heard the members talking around him yet couldn’t bring himself to focus.

he felt himself being picked up and the familiar scent of jungkook greeted him. jimin buried his face against jungkook’s shoulder, trusting the maknae to take him wherever he needed.

he ended up properly dozing off, aided by jungkook’s presence and the exhaustion from pushing his body way past the limit.

jimin woke up a few hours later. he could feel someone carding their fingers through his hair, making him lean up into it and sigh.

“you awake minnie?”

jimin sleepily opened his eyes, the weight of the pounding of his head making it hard for him to properly wake. he found taehyung standing over him, one hand in his hair and the other holding a glass of water with a straw in it.

taehyung had been chosen by the other members to be on jimin duty; the two were soulmates, after all, and taehyung knew exactly what jimin needed when he was emotional and feverish.

jimin was propped up against some pillows, his favorite blanket over him and chimmy plushie next to him.

“taetae,” jimin whined, throat dry and voice croaking.

taehyung hummed, bringing the water up to jimin. jimin drank from the straw, feeling his throat burn each time he swallowed.

“here,” taehyung turned and placed the water on the table, grabbing a capsle container and opening it to dump a pill on his hand, “take this, it’ll help your fever.”

jimin opened his mouth, letting taehyung place the pill on his tongue. he sipped some water to swallow it down.

once he was done, he was pouting up at taehyung. it didn’t take words for taehyung to know what jimin wanted.

careful not to disturb jimin, taehyung crawled into the bed, slipping under the blanket. he clung onto jimin like a koala, knowing well that the best medicine for a sick jimin was lots of cuddles and affection.

“my poor minnnie,” taehyung cooed, kissing jimin’s cheek. “you must feel awful.”

jimin hummed, melting under the affection. “everything hurts.”

taehyung cooed, reaching up to pet jimin’s hair. “don’t worry baby, taehyungie is gonna take care of you.”

jimin sighed, closing his eyes. his emotions had been sated and with enough affection from taehyung, he knew he would be okay.

#Anonymous #finn writes #vmin #sick!jimin #aowifjwoijefijwoiejijfiw #this is more fever centric bc i wanted to focus on that #:> yay finally doing requests

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myfightwithpanicdisorder · 4 years

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Let be first start by stating I am not a doctor, therapist, or life coach. This page is intended to document my journey with anxiety and depression. I assume no responsibility for errors, inaccuracies, omissions, or any other inconsistencies herein and hereby disclaim any liability to any party for any loss, damage, or disruption caused by errors or omissions, whether such errors or omissions result from negligence, accident, or any other cause. This page is not meant as a substitute for a direct expert in the advice of medicine or mental health. If such assistance is required, the services of competent professionals should always be sought.

Now, a little about myself! I am in my early 20s and I live in the South. Throughout my life I have never been able to get a hold on my anxiety. I use to have frequent trip to the ER for panic attacks. They would get so bad I would I have to be placed on a sedative. However, after a few years eve thing calmed down. I felt as if I was bullet proof. I was working out, going out with friends, and living my best life. Then I hit 21 ! I wanted to move out of my little town and explore the world a little. So, I moved myself to a bigger town and loved it. Everything was great, new friends, great job, nice car. I felt so accomplished. I did this all on my own without any help! Fast forward to the present. Things started to go down hill.

ITS BACK !🤦🏼

It hit me like a train. My heart trembling, my blood pressure high, and the constant fear of dying. Out of no where I am full throttle anxious. I had an ER trip believing I had a heart attack. My blood pressure was 189/102. I thought I was done for. The kept me for around 7 hours and released me. After they gave me medicine for my panic I finally calmed down. All I remember was a feeling of shame and depression came over me; while laying on the cold bed. Over the next few weeks, I was okay. Then my job shutdown and the state when into lockdown.

Lockdown time 👏

During lockdown I was in my apartment a lot. The gyms shut down, restaurants, life shut down. Noted, all the lockdown is for a good cause. I 100% agree with the laws in place to protect. However, I think that was my slipping point. I started to become obsessive with my blood pressure and heart rate(thanks Internet). p.s. stay off google haha. My blood pressure would be perfect one second then I’d get worked up and it would sky rocket the next. I would start having panic almost daily. I would be crippled over with cold sweats. With those same lonely thought thinking,”why, why am I doing this.” With depression and anxiety it’s hard to express the toll it has on your relationships, family, and quality of life. You try to explain it to your friends and family, but, sometimes it gets the better of you. Now let’s go to early May when things start to reopen.

Post lockdown

After lockdown I felt like things where getting betting for me. Less panic attack, and a happier me. My store location was still shut down where I work. So, my manager had me work at another. I loved it. I started working out a little bit again(gyms still closed). But, I felt somewhat happy again. I was running with friends. I went hiking! I learned to cook some stuff. Just a lot of fun. Then later into May, it all finally hit me. The anxiety, depression, and fear all came back. I felt like I took 20 steps back to when I was in my teenage years. At this point I’m constantly checking my heart, my blood pressure, everything just to see if there is a little sign that I may have a panic attack. It got so bad. I felt so useless. I went to the beach for my birthday early June ! I though I just needed some time away. Durning the time I had around 4 or five panic attacks. It seemed like that was my whole vacation. I knew I needed a change.

Present

Its gotten so bad, when I go to work. I’ll be shaking avoiding people. Not wanting to even try. I just want to lay in bed and laze around. For everyone that knows me, they know that’s not who I am. I love being active, working out, playing sports. But, I feel like an empty shell. Only thinking about if things will make me panic or not. I went out with my best friend around 2 weeks ago. We went to a bar. I almost passed out because I felt as if I could not breath. “This is not a way to live” I thought to myself. Constantly living in fear and being depressed is no way to live. At this point I broke down crying. I knew I had to change before this beat me. This disease is effecting my blood pressure, heart, relationships, body, and my mind. I have beaten this before and I will do it again !

June 23

I started an anti depressant (lexapro) today ! It made me have one of the worst anxiety attacks. But, I think that was due to me worrying so much about the symptoms( go figure). I didn’t go to work today becuase I wanted to see how I would handle. I was fine for the first while. However, 5 o’clock hits like a train cold sweats, panic, and that high blood pressure. I almost went to the ER it was so bad. I got mad at myself, I thought,”here we go again.” My heart rate in the 140s blood pressure climbing. Full throttle panic mode. I called 9-1-1 in fear that I needed it. They answered. But, I heard a voice saying I can beat it. Saying this is no way to live. I canceled to ambulance. Immediately, I fought a war in my own body. Cold sweats, fatigued, and bloody I was able to regain my sanity. I calmed down it took around three hours for it all to go away. After, I calmed down I sat there and just cried. I felt so many mixed emotions. Most importantly I felt like I won a battle. While I did have a full blown panic attack. I was able to over come it.

Outcome.

Dealing with panic disorder and depression is not easy. I wish there was a flip I could switch off and just be me again. It’s gonna be a climb to get back to how I use to be. I know it’s not easy. However, I’ve come to far to throw in the towel. I moved to make a new life for myself. Start school and become a P.A. and prove to myself, my family, and friend that it is possible. I created this page so my story can help others. There is a way to beat this. There light even in the darkness. I hope this page inspires others. I will be updating it daily with results of the medicine and holding myself accountable :) thank you for reading !

#fight #lgbtq #don't panic #anxitey #strong

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A Pretty Big Win

Title: A Pretty Big Win (Prologue!!!!)

Summary: Things are getting pretty stressful in the Winchester's lives. In the middle of all the stress, Dean Winchester proposes that the two of you go on a road trip together, just to get away from it all. After all, spending time with his loving girlfriend was just what he needed- a win.

A/N: Oooooof okay. Heres the first part to a series I want to start! I already have the storyline written out, so I hope to take less than a year to finish it, lol. Anyways, I was originally just gonna do one long fic, but decided this would be better.

Ugggh.

It was way too early to be awake but, truth be told, he never got to sleep in the first place. Dean Winchester rubbed his hands over his scruffy face and sat up in bed before deciding to just sit and watch his girlfriend for a moment. He would inevitably have to drag his ass out of bed, but for now, he wants to take the time to appreciate your presence. God, look at you, baby. You looked so calm, so small and helpless lying next to the disgruntled hunter, the lumbering oaf that was Dean Winchester. Sometime during the night, you had curled yourself around him in an intimate embrace, one that Dean hadn’t been used to before knowing you.

Dean Winchester was a good man, but he did have his faults. For instance, his post-hunt ritual wasn’t always to shower and snuggle up in bed with his one true love. Rather, he’d drive himself to a bar to get tipsy and find any woman who he wanted to lose himself in that night, only to leave as soon as he could in the morning. Sure, he’d have someone to hold on those nights, but laying with a stranger after sex could never compare to the embrace of two lovers who shared each other’s hearts and souls. He knew that now, and he found himself wondering- once again- what he did to deserve someone like you. Someone who’s such a contrast to his cold, dark life.

He knew from the moment he met you that you were going to be the death of him, and he was ready to accept that fate happily. When he was younger, he had flirted innocently with you every now and then, just watching to get a reaction out of you, wondering if you would ever be his. You made him feel things. Good things- hell, great things. Things he hadn’t felt in such a long time.

God, that was so long ago. How did it take him so many years to get a hold of you? ‘Not my fault’, Dean mused, ‘she makes me feel like an awkward kid again. She makes me all flustered and shy when she smiles. And her laughter, God, it’s so beautiful. And the way she says my name…’ His face was flushing just at the thought.

In your sleep, you snuggled closer into Dean’s side and used your leg- which was tossed over his own- to try and pull him closer to you.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Gotta get up now.” He pressed a kiss against your forehead and when you still didn't stir from your slumber, he realized just how tired you must have been. Recently- he'd be completely honest- things haven’t been going so well in the Winchester’s life. Things weren't quite as bad as they'd been in the past- there was no looming apocalypse, thank God- but the stress of all the hunts was still taking its toll on all of you. Especially you, bless your precious heart. Who knows what you were trying to do, staying up late to research and wearing yourself out like that for him and Sammy. Dean would never, ever be able to find the right words to thank you for all you've sacrificed for them. The most stressful thing about all of this was that there was nothing you could do yet. Read through all of the books in the library, sure, but you had absolutely no leads and therefore no place to start. And among the stress of trying to figure out what to do, there seemed to be so many cases. Much more than usual. “God, I’m sorry (Y/N). You deserve so much more than this life.” He decided to let you sleep in a while longer and grudgingly pulled himself out of bed, groaning when his feet hit the cold floor. He turned back momentarily- he could never really get enough the girl who gave up everything for him and gave him everything, could he?- and tucked the blankets warm and snug around your form, smiling to himself.

‘Oh baby, you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you know that? And I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

Okay, something was off.

It was early morning when you woke up to the sound of your lover's heavy, booted feet moving around on the hard floors of your shared bedroom. You cracked your eyes open and looked around for any indication of what time it was. There were no windows in the bunker, but your eyes fell on the digital clock on the nightstand. Three in the morning? What’s Dean doing up at 3 am? You drearily noticed that Dean had his and your duffel bags on the edge of the bed, each half-filled already.

"Dean?" You shuffled around on the bed, indicating to him that you were awake. In your half-asleep state, you immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. Oh God, something bad happened and now we have to get out of the bunker before we die. "What's happening? Where are you going?" Dean looked up at the sound of your voice, a genuine smile taking over his face at the sight of you in his bed. It wasn’t odd for you to sleep in his bedroom- you’d been dating for two years now- but you could always see how thrilled Dean was to see you there every morning.

And God, it had been way too long since you saw him smile at you like that, despite the eyebags.

Dean had a habit- maybe not a habit, a curse- of staying up too late for his own good and not getting any sleep some nights. Not his fault, and you couldn't blame him- hell, if you had half the emotional and psychological trauma he did you wouldn't be able to sleep either. Most of the time it was nightmares -his time in hell, in purgatory, a particularly bad hunt- and sometimes just plain old memories. He was often haunted by memories of the past, guilt over things long gone, the deaths of people who he could never save and still blamed himself for, and the worry- scratch that, the fear- of losing you. You would always be able to tell when he had a night like that. Aside from the telltale eyebags and many, many cups of coffee, he'd carry himself less proudly, be less talkative- it was always worrying when he didn't crack jokes with you- and overall be the spitting image of a broken man.

Something was different today- ahh, this morning, at 3am. He was… excited.

"Morning, sleepyhead." He leaned down to lay a kiss on your forehead, dragging his hand over your messy hair. "I was just about to wake you up." His gentle gesture and happy demeanor calmed your worried mind. Nothing bad was happening; he doesn’t seem worried or rushed. In fact, he seemed… softer, calmer than usual. You sat up in bed, watching him lay items out on the bed to pack.

"So… what's going on?" You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

"You and I are going on a road trip for the weekend. Or however long we can be away."

"Without Sam?"

“Well, it wouldn’t be much of a romantic getaway if I brought my little brother with, would it?” He caught your confused gaze and laughed. "What, I can't go on dates with my girlfriend?"

"That's not what I meant. Is there, like, a hunt or something?" Dean opened your dresser and tossed you a pair of your jeans and one of his big Led Zeppelin tees.

"No. No hunts this week. Told Sammy we all need a break. Gotta get out of here, don't you think? I’m suffocating" He turned to you again, leaning in to give you a squeeze and help you out of bed. “Anyway, we need to go on a date again, ya know? It's been a while. Come on, get up, sweetheart. I’ll keep packing, you go get dressed. We’re wasting driving time." You happily jumped out of bed to get ready, taken aback by how sweet Dean was acting, considering how stressed he had been the day before. Not even 24 hours ago, Dean was downing a bottle of whiskey and stressing over everything that had been happening recently. “I just need one win. Just one.” he had muttered into his glass before downing it and letting the familiar drink burn down his throat. It was odd that he suddenly seemed cheerful and happy again, but you’ll be damned if you’re not gonna cherish every single moment of Dean’s sweet side. ‘God,’ you thought, thinking back to your past with him. ‘His sweet side is what made me fall for him in the first place’.

When you first met Dean, you knew immediately that you’d fall in love with him.

You were born into a family of hunters, who eventually- of course- met a tragic fate like many others, while you managed to get out of the life and were in the midst of your college education. Two FBI agents- odd, it didn’t really require the FBI- came to your dorm to ask you about it.

They were both tall and imposing, one a bit taller than the other, and they were both quite handsome, you’d admit, but your eyes lingered on the shorter of the two. He had short dirty blonde hair and, once they sat down across from you and you could see him closer, you noticed the freckles sprinkled across his face. And the way the light hit his cheekbones- God he was pretty. You had to stop yourself from staring at his eyes- they were so beautifully green- while he questioned you.

And boy, this man sure didn't seem to care if there was a difference between questioning and flirting. Because you got a decent amount of both, leaving you flustered and fucking aching for him before you even knew his name.

They asked strange questions, but questions that struck a familiar chord in you. “Did you smell anything strange when you found them?” You knew why they were asking, and it reminded you of the information your parents told you to keep you safe. Sulfur equals demons. Were these guys hunters too? So, in the midst of their interrogation, you broke out your own questions. “Do you believe in demons?” They froze- surprised when they learned you came from a hunting family and asked for your help on the hunt. They introduced themselves- Sam and Dean Winchester. “The Winchesters?” Your parents told you about John Winchester- their father- and here you were, meeting his sons.

Well, their parents sure make pretty babies.

After you helped them on the hunt, you knew there was no way you could continue living normally, but Sam and Dean helped. They introduced you to a friend of theirs- Bobby Singer- and persuaded you to stay with them to ensure your safety. Sam told you later that Dean was the one who suggested having you stay at Bobby’s and who wanted to keep in touch with you.

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, brushing your teeth and watching Dean dig through your dresser and looking up every now and then to have you confirm the outfits he chose. You answered in small sentences, still lost in memories of when you first met.

You weren’t going to lie- the first things you noticed about Dean was how handsome he was. Not only in appearance, even though he was goddamn pretty- but in the way he held himself. He was confident, but not egotistical- just enough to be attractive and flirtatious without the whole douchebag vibe. He knew how to make you (and basically every hetero girl he ever interacted with) flustered with just a look and damn, he knew he was good at it. You eventually learned he wasn't just a pretty face. He had the best sense of humor- some of the funniest lines you'd ever heard belonged to him- and was always super selfless, even to the point of self-sacrifice. And, when he wanted to be, he was sweet. He went out of his way to keep you safe and comfortable, no matter the situation. Need a bodyguard while in a bar? 'Got you, sweetheart'. You're scared about walking into this next hunt? 'Just stay behind me. Nothin' will hurt you long as I'm here'. You just plain need a hug? 'Aw. C'mere, kid'.

You could still remember the conversation you had with Dean before they left you with Bobby after that first hunt together. “Remember, you’re only staying here so you don’t get hurt. Don’t just throw your life away for hunting, kiddo.”

“I’m not a kid, Dean. I’m twenty-two. I’m only six years younger than you.” He gave you a stern look.

“Don’t change the subject, (Y/N).” You sighed, but couldn’t help but smile. He cares about you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt.

“Alright. I won’t go looking for hunts, but If you’re in trouble, I’m not just gonna sit by and watch. I'm gonna help.” After they had loaded their stuff into the Impala and were ready to drive off, Dean looked at you again, making you promise to stay safe. “Only if you do too.” You could still remember- vividly- how Dean gave you a quick wink and a smirk right before they drove off.

Little did they know, that was the beginning of your long friendship with them.

Smiling at the fond memories of him, you left your spot in the doorway to wrap your arms around Dean’s waist from behind, earning a soft grunt from him. “Well, hey there.” He turned around in your arms and kissed the top of your head, taking a moment to breathe in your scent.

“I love you, Dee.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” You continued to pack your stuff up and get ready, seeing that Dean had already laid out most of your toiletries and your favorite outfits- consisting of mostly Dean’s shirts. When you finish, you grabbed a big, warm flannel out of Dean’s duffel bag and pulled it on, surrounding yourself with Dean’s scent and warmth. He gazed at you with an attentive grin; he always loved when you wore his clothes. After shrugging on his jacket and grabbing his duffel bag, Dean turned to you and looked you over one last time, a big, toothy grin taking its place on his face. “You ready?”

“One hundred percent.” you grabbed one of his hands in yours as you made your way out to the garage, where your black beauty awaits you. Dean smirked and twirled the keys to the Impala around his finger.

“Then let’s get out of here, baby.”

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