#ive been in bed trying to calm down from it and i did cry a little but then i took a nap with Tav and I'm just awake writing this now

[xoxolaw]

+ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗬

in which a quiet visit to her room turns into something else entirely. Hyun-tak finds her diary, and with it, the truth he never saw coming.

+ 𝗚𝗢 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡-𝗧𝗔𝗞 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

CH 5 , CH 6

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

March 14th, 2025

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened recently. And by a lot, I literally mean a lot! Everything feels too loud and too heavy — and I think my heart’s been sitting outside my body this whole week, because I can feel it bruise every time I breathe.

Hyun-tak got injured.

Badly.

I don’t even know how to explain it without my hands shaking. His leg — his knee — it got injured during a fight. With Seong-je.

I hate him so much! I swear to god, if I was strong enough I would have beaten him. If only I didn't get bored of taekwondo and quit just after a few months as a kid.

But I guess taekwondo also doesn't help much against people who like to play dirty. Seong-je was just looking for a reason to be cruel again — because that’s what he does, right? That’s what he is. A mean, mocking, overgrown bully who doesn’t know when to stop.

I don't know how to even write it. Hyun-Tak loves taekwondo so much. That's like his second personality or maybe even the only personality he has. But turns out... He won't be able to continue anymore.

It means everything to him. When I saw him lying on that hospital bed — hooked to IVs, hair a mess, his eyes fluttering open with that foggy kind of pain — I swear, Diary, I wanted to scream. Not cry — scream.

And when the doctor said, “We’ll need scans to confirm, but there’s a chance he won’t be able to compete again,”

my vision blurred.

Just like that. A chance. Like his dreams were a coin toss now.

Geum. Seong. Je.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I don’t care if hate is a strong word — it doesn’t even feel strong enough right now.

But I saw the look in Seong-je’s eyes when I found him afterward, leaning against the school gate like nothing happened — like Hyun-tak wasn’t lying in a hospital bed, trying not to cry in front of his mother.

He smirked, Diary.

He looked at me and smirked.

So I lost it.

I don’t even remember what I said — it all came out in a blur of tears and fury and shaking fists. I screamed at him. Shoved him. Told him he was a mockery of everything good in this world. That he was cruel and small and rotten to the core.

I told him that if he ever touched Hyun-tak again, I’d make sure he wouldn’t be able to walk either.

And do you know what he said?

He said,

"Calm down, princess. It’s not like your precious Gotak died."

I nearly slapped him.

No.

I should have slapped him.

But instead I walked away — because if I hadn’t, I think I would’ve broken. Not him. Me.

Because this whole thing has broken something in me.

I visited the hospital that night. He wasn't in his bed so I panicked a little. But then the nurse told me that he went up to the rooftop. My feet practically flew up the stairs.

He was sitting near the edge, hunched over with his hood up, one knee bent, the other stretched out and wrapped in bandages. The wind was cold. Too cold. But he wasn’t shivering.

He looked like he belonged to the night sky.

I stood there for a while. Just watching him from the stairwell door. He didn’t see me. His back looked... small. I don’t know how to explain it.

He’s taller than me, stronger than me in every way — but in that moment, he looked like a kid again. Like the boy who used to climb trees and then freeze halfway down because he was scared to fall.

I walked over slowly. He didn’t look at me.

So I sat beside him. Not too close — just enough that he’d know I was there. He looked at me. Then he said, “You didn’t have to come.”

But I did. God, I did. What was he even talking about?? If I didn't come, then who would??

Dumbass.

I wanted to tell Hyun-tak that it wasn’t fair. That he didn’t deserve this. That he didn’t have to pretend like it didn’t hurt.

But I didn’t say any of those things. We sat in silence until I heard some sniffs.

At first, I thought maybe the wind had made his nose cold, or maybe I imagined it. But then I saw the way his hand moved — just a little — like he was trying to wipe his face without letting me see.

And my heart cracked right there.

Because Hyun-tak doesn’t cry.

Not in front of people. Not even me.

He always acts like he’s too tough for that. Always shrugs everything off with that familiar “Tch,” like feelings are just something you can kick out of the way and keep walking.

But tonight, he couldn’t hide it.

And I think that broke me more than anything.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to embarrass him. I just reached over and — very slowly — rested my hand over his, the one he’d used to wipe his face.

He flinched a little.

Then he turned his face away.

But he didn’t move his hand.

He let me hold it.

Just like that.

His fingers curled a little, like maybe he was holding on back.

We didn’t look at each other. I didn’t need to see his face to know what was happening. That silence? It said more than any words could’ve. I could feel the weight of it — the grief, the loss, the anger — the fear that maybe, this time, he couldn’t just brush it off and keep going.

He whispered something. I’m not even sure I heard it right.

“I don’t know who I am… if I’m not doing this.”

And that’s when I wanted to cry.

Because I know who he is.

He’s the boy who stood up for kids getting bullied. He’s the one who always walked me home even when I said I was fine. He’s the one who gave me his scarf and the better half of his lunch. He’s the one who always showed up, even when he didn’t say he would. He’s Hyun-tak.

And I wanted to say all of that.

But the words just stayed in my throat.

So instead, I gave his hand a squeeze.

And that was it. That was all I could do.

Sometimes I wish I could do more.

But maybe that was enough.

I love you, Hyun-Tak.

-Y/N

(hoping to someday tell him everything I have been holding back)

✎ᝰ.ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

Hyun-tak sat frozen.

The page hadn’t moved. His eyes hadn’t blinked. His thumb trembled faintly on the edge of the paper, holding it open like it might slip away from him if he let go for even a second.

That last line. It hit him like she’d whispered it into his ear. He could hear her voice in his head—quiet, steady, so close it made his chest ache.

His hand instinctively moved down, resting lightly on his right knee—the one still stiff under his jeans, the one the doctors kept talking about like it wasn’t part of him anymore.

He remembered that night. Not the hospital walls or the IV lines. But her.

How she’d looked under the pale rooftop lights. Her expression trying to stay calm, but her fingers were gripping his hand too tightly. He remembered thinking she was warm. So warm.

And wondering if it was okay to lean into that.

He hadn’t let himself.

Not then.

And maybe not now either, because his heart was thudding so loud it felt like it was caught in his throat.

He had to swallow hard, lips parting like he was about to say something—even though there was no one to hear it. Just the silence of her room, the faint rustle of a curtain, and her words. Her truth, pressed between paper and ink.

And suddenly, all the quiet memories started screaming:

The way she used to mimic taekwondo stances behind the teacher’s back — all elbows and bad posture — just to make him laugh.

How she always looked at him during tournaments, never at the scoreboard.

The time she ran after his bike with a bandaid because he scraped his palm falling, yelling, “It’s pink but it still works!!”

The way she always sat next to him. Always.

How her hand fit inside his jacket sleeve when it got too cold.

And how he always noticed.

He’d brush it off, like it didn’t mean anything. Like it was just habit.

Like she was just habit.

But now…

He let out a shaky breath and rubbed his face with both hands, like that could slow the spinning in his head. His fingers dragged through his hair, then dropped, landing back on the diary.

So many pages.

All of them about him.

Every word from her younger self to now — it was him.

Him in the margins, him in the moments, him in the in betweens.

His chest tightened.

Because—

Maybe he had, too.

Without even realizing it.

Without ever saying it.

He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. The softness of her pillow behind him. The golden glow of her lamp.

Everything here had her warmth.

And it overwhelmed him.

He closed the diary carefully, this time not because he was done reading—but because he was too full.

His palm hovered over the cover for a moment before pressing down like it needed to be held.

Because he was scared of what would happen if he opened another page and saw more.

And even more scared of what would happen if he didn’t.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, the smallest of cracks in his voice.

Then, after a pause, almost a whisper—

“…Why didn’t you just tell me?”

But even as he said it, he already knew the answer.

Because maybe…

he wouldn’t have been ready to hear it.

Not then.

Maybe not even now.

But he was listening now.

And the one thing he knew, clearer than anything else?

He didn’t want to lose her.

Not her voice.

Not her truth.

Not her.

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[sxldierselfship]

It's been a really difficult day so far. The first half of it was just fine and normal as usual, yet when the afternoon rolled around (especially closer to 3 PM) I ended up being put in a very specific position due to someone in my life coming back around and telling me they still felt for me.

So of course, since this person did so much damage to me I've been a bit on the fritz. In general lately I have felt burned out, but this specific event happening really did put me over that edge. I've kind of just taken hold in my bedroom because at some points it felt like I was walking on glass with these emotions.

For the most part, I've been keeping my mind elsewhere. Mainly on Tav. It was the one thing I could do to not stress so much from hearing that specific four-lettered word from this person.. as one could imagine, Tav hasn't been very happy with this entire situation either. I kind of ended up being "taken away" by him from most of what happened. At least I have the comfort he provides, since I can't seem to find it elsewhere or out of most other people. I don't know what to do or how I'll respond, but for now, I'm just.. I don't know.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Restraint | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Oneshot 1.6k

You rush to Bucky's side when he's hit with a a super serum booster out in the field so that you can...take care...of him.

Warnings: 18+ smut, if you're looking for an medical ethics this isn't it, p in v, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex, orgasm denial, dirty talk. Topping from the bottom a bit? Bucky is restrained/slightly subby Bucky if you squint, but also dominant Bucky. Bucky is horny, reader can't help herself and they're both crazy possessive.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @saradika-graphics

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“Where is he?”

“Who?” Sam asked, his warning look at Joaquin came too late. 

“Tell me!” You turned on the younger man, “where the fuck have you put him?” 

“He's -”

“No, it's for her own safety,” Sam pulled Joaquin away, trying to dodge around you. 

“Where's Bucky? Tell me - please.” You were desperate, running through the hanger as soon as you heard he'd been hit, you needed to see him- now, needed to know he was okay. 

“I really don't think-”

“Sam I'm going to find him, I don't care if I have to search every inch of this airfield I'll find him. So you might as well just tell me and get it over with.” 

“Fine, but you've gotta leave him to it, he needs to recover and we don't know -”

“Sam!” 

“Upstairs, room 205.” 

You could hear him before you could see him, the sound of metal on metal unmistakable, and then the door to room 205 slammed shut behind a fleeing doctor and his cry of anger was released into the corridor. 

“Bucky?” You pushed the door open again, peering inside. 

“Don't, baby, just go and I'll come to you when -” he cut himself off, thrashing side to side. 

205 was somewhere between an officer's quarters and a hospital room, it was furnished like a bedroom, but away from the mess hall and regular sleeping areas downstairs. You'd expected to see Bucky hooked up to machines, maybe an IV drip, at least a monitor. 

But Bucky was handcuffed to the bed. The vibranium cuffs attached at each corner, spreading his body across the sheets. He’d shed his shirt and leather jacket, but his tactical pants still stretched over his thick thighs, his boots kicking out despite the restraints around his ankles. 

“Bucky, what happened?” 

“Doll, please -” he grit his teeth, jaw ticking, and set his head back on the pillows, “I don't want you to see me like this, go home, I'll come back.”

‘Like this’ was sweating and writhing, veins bulging in his already flexed muscles, sweat forming on his brow. 

“I can't leave you, what happened?” 

“Hit,” he tugged at his bonds again and you noticed red welts forming on his right wrist, "serum booster something, they were trying to - ugh -” he arched up, a vein in his neck pulsing, “enhance, but I - hit. We don't know - ugh - what it will do to me.”

Despite his otherwise out of control appearance, Bucky's blue eyes were clear and pleading. This was painful, you were sure, made worse by his movement in the cuffs. 

“You need to calm down, baby, stop moving.”

“Can't,” he tugged again, rattling the cuffs. 

“Let me help,” you stepped forwarding, shedding the big coat you'd pulled on when you left the house in a hurry. Your nipples pebbled under the flimsy nightdress you'd been wearing when you got the call. Bucky took a deep inhale at the sight. 

“No, no, no - I'm here because I could - fuck, baby, I could hurt someone. I don't wanna hurt you, go - fucking hell you look so damn delicious - go home!” 

But you ignored him. Instead you knelt on the end of the bed and unlaced his tactical boots, sliding them slowly off and setting them to the floor. Bucky kept his eyes squeezed shut. 

It did feel better to have them off though, and he rolled his ankles in relief, despite the cuffs. 

“Better, baby?” Your hand was on his leg and he managed to get out a quick nod before your hand moved higher, higher. He thrashed. 

“Seriously, you have to stop, what if I -” 

“You won't hurt me, you're a good man, Bucky. And look at you.” 

Your hand left his leg, the bed moved and he cracked his eyes open in time to see you settle in his lap. He bucked up, involuntarily he was sure, and revealed in your giggle as you grabbed his tac belt for stability. 

“Hmm, later, Bucky baby. Let me take care of you first.”

Your hands were back, sliding up his chest. He'd put on weight, since moving in with you, coming home to a hot dinner every night, desserts on the weekend, treats on dates. You liked seeing him well and happy. Beneath your hands the feel of his abs was still there, an undeniable strength, but he was so soft too and you loved that about him. The softness that he only shared with you, that he had gained through your love and care.

“Doll-” his warnings were beginning to sound whiny, pleading, and you could feel his familiar hardness growing beneath you now. 

“Just let me look after you,” you repeated, though you weren't sure if this was for him or you.

Your hands grazed higher, over his pecs, brushing your thumbs against his nipples, and up to his tense shoulders. It would hurt, you knew, to have his arms pulled like that. Especially his left, where the vibranium met skin and muscle. You'd massaged that spot enough times to know exactly where to dig your thumbs to make him say - 

“Fuck - I can't -" the cuffs rattled again, his hips driving upwards and knocking you off balance, leaving you in one of your favourite places, sprawled over his chest. He was thick beneath you, spreading your thighs wide, his cock straining against his zipper and pressing up between your legs.

“Bucky - let me take some of that pressure off, I love you so much - I” 

He tipped his head, catching your lips in a bruising kiss. Your hands clutched at his hair, turning his head to the perfect angle, lips parted you kissed him back fiercly in a whirlwind of his desperation and your need.

“We shouldn't - the doctor said -” 

Your hands were gone again, leaving his hair mussed on the pillow. 

“You're mine, Bucky, I won't have anyone else telling us how I take care of you.” 

The zip on his pants was close to splitting and so was Bucky's sanity, back arched from the bed, teeth bared. Slowly you popped the button and lowered the zip, allowing the hard length of his cock to spring free.

Like the rest of him, Bucky's cock was beautiful, thick and ready, the vein running up the side pulsed beneath your palm, precum beading at his red tip. He looked delicious.

“Do something,” Bucky's hips pumped again and again, thrusting up into your grip. You let go and he growled, low and throaty, body straining against his bonds. “Get your hands back on my dick right now.” 

You shivered, lust coursing through your body like fire. "I thought you told me to leave? Besides, wouldn’t you rather have something else?” You teased, leaning forward and licking a long stripe from his base to his weeping tip, gathering his pre-cum on your tongue and groaning lewdly in satisfaction. 

“Fuck!” He tugged again and the bed groaned. “Do that again.” Instinctively, you lent forwards and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking slowly and dipping your tongue into his slit. It was Bucky’s turn to groan now, head tipped back. 

He was thrusting up, trying to get himself as deep into your mouth as possible and - fuck - you loved him like this. Raw and wild and passionate. You had to have him, the need was so strong you could feel your heartbeat between your legs, arousal making your thighs slide together when you moved to sit up. 

“No, no, no, doll, please, what are you doing?” He pleaded, eyes wide in understanding when you climbed up to sit in his lap. 

Bucky’s cock lay hard against his soft stomach, your lips perfectly molded around it to push the tip against your clit when you rocked back and forth. It was delicious, this temptation, the tease. But Bucky was beyond teasing. He needed to be inside of you now.

With one last pull he broke free of the restraints. His hands, vibranium cuffs still hanging from his wrists, went straight to your waist, lifting you enough to impale you on his cock. 

He was so ready, throbbing inside of you, and the sensation of being empty and then so wonderfully full had you clenching around him immediately, teetering on the edge of an orgasm you weren't prepared for.

“No, no, Doll, this was your idea so you can fucking wait for me.” 

You wailed but clenched down, willing yourself to hold on for now.

Bucky set a bruising rhythm, holding you still as he thrust up into you, using your body to chase his own pleasure.

“Bucky I'm gonna -”

“No you're fucking not, you're gonna hold it like a good girl and cum when I say.” His voice was low, gravelly from shouting.

God. You needed it. It was like an electric shock, the power looking for an escape and ricocheting around your body until every muscle felt sore from holding back. 

“I can't, Bucky, I've got to-” you sobbed, tears welling in your eyes from the effort. 

“Cum,” he grunted, holding you down and grinding you onto his cock while your body went tight, light exploding behind your eyes, “look at me.” 

You opened your eyes and met his, dark with lust, and you twitched again, milking him as he filled you in three harsh pumps.

“Fuck,” he dropped his hands to the bed and you rolled off him. 

“Well, at least you didn't get sick from the serum, right?” You flopped back onto the bed. 

Bucky rolled into his side, looking down at you with a grin on his face, hand pumping his already hard dick again. 

“No ill effects, anyway.” He laughed, before sliding back between your legs. 

[orimuraa]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Sorry, I love you - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆enhypen after an argument ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆angst, a bit of fluff┆mentions of arguing, petnames, kisses, crying┆ wc 958

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hellooo! im back from the dead once again..sorry ive been so inactive 😓 school is really busy lately but i promise to be more active! please reblog if you enjoyed ^^

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

after the two of you said your peace, you went separate ways to just have time to think. you and heeseung rarely got into arguments, so it hurt a lot when you did. “baby?” a small voice came from behind the door as you hesitantly walked to the door. opening it, you saw your boyfriend, his big bambi eyes looking up at you apologetically. “oh baby i’m so sorry, i never meant to lash out at you,” he sighs, pulling you into a soft embrace at the sight of your red and puffy eyes. he knows that after arguments, it’s always best to just hold one another and talk through it. he loved you so much, he just couldn’t risk ever losing you.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

the moment jay's hurtful words slip past his lips, he's all over you, apologizing, kissing you, telling you how he never meant it. you know he didn't mean it and you know it was a mistake. but the words hurt. an argument that got out of hand and now jay was at your feet, profusely apologizing to you. you pull him up and into a tight hug, whispering into his chest that you know he didn't mean it and how you aren't mad. "princess, i love you so much. you're too good to me," he says, kissing the crown of your head and whispering sweet words of affirmation to make up for his cruel ones.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

it was late and jake had just gotten home from practice. one small sentence threw him off and lead to a stupid argument. the two of you were tired and in dire need of sleep, so the words being thrown around didn't entirely make sense. it ended up that jake needed some time to calm down and shower, while you took some time to also calm down in the living room. "sweets? i'm so sorry i said all those things, you know i didn't mean a single word. i'm just so tired and exhausted.." jake says, sitting down next to you on the sofa. no more words needed to be exchanged as the two of you held each other close, small "i love you"s coming from one another.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

the words kept on replaying in your head as you sat alone in your bedroom, replaying the argument you had with sunghoon. it was something stupid that quickly escalated and ended with cruel words spewing out of sunghoon's mouth. you knew he didn't mean a single thing he had said but you still wanted him to explain himself. you both agreed that it would be best to calm down before talking again, so that's what you did. now, as sunghoon sat next to you, you saw him fiddling with his fingers, nervously looking down. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry my angel," he struggled to say, but it was enough. even though it was short, it had so much raw emotion to it and you knew he meant it. sunghoon was never good with words so this was enough. you pulled him in for a sweet kiss, no words needed, just the comfort from each other.

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

sunoo and you rarely got into arguments, both of you opting to try and talk out your issues than continuously yell at each other. but sunoo had just come back from a hard day and he was easily agitated. he snapped at you, but the moment he did, he realized his mistake and rushed over to you, telling you that he was so sorry and he never meant to. yes it did surprise you that sunoo raised his voice that much at you, but you weren't mad. it hurt a bit yes, but you tried to realized that he must've really struggled earlier today. "just don't do it again sun. i'm not mad," you reassure him once the two of you have calmed down and now cuddled together on the bed. "i don't deserve you," he whispers, kissing your shoulders and pulling you in closer.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

when you and jungwon got into arguments, it always ended with the two of you laying together on the bed and talking it out gently. jungwon hated having to raise his voice at you and never meant the cruel words that accidentally slipped from his lips. he always apologized with sweet words of affection after you both calmed down and were ready to talk to one another. if it ever got really bad to the point where you cried, he would spend the whole day holding you and beating himself up for making you cry. he never wanted to hurt you and he would cover you in kisses to make up for it. despite your clashing opinions, during the aftermath of the argument, you would always hear the other person out and let all the thoughts out, wanting to end the argument. he loved you so much and he hated arguing with you, so he always tried to keep the peace as much as possible.

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

riki rarely got pissed at you, but there were times where the two of you would argue and since he always had a strong opinion, it was hard for him to back down. with the members, he was hot-headed during arguments, but with you, he always tried to calm down and hear you out. he didn't like fighting with you and he especially didn't like it when the fights got out of hand and tears would drip down your pretty face. he would immediately apologize, kissing away you tears and whispering apologies to you, calming the both of you down. once you and him were okay again, you would apologize and the two of you would spend the rest of the day cuddling and just clinging together.

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[slvt4felix]

I Could Never Hate You (Part IV)

Pairing -> ninthmember!reader x Lee Minho WC -> ~4,000 words Includes -> hurt/comfort, pretty heavy angst, anxiety and anxiety attack, some panicking, friendship issues (but finally some communication!!!!) Summary -> Your anxiety has been getting worse all day. Typically, Hyunjin would be the first person you would go to, but unfortunately, the two of you are not on great terms. What are you supposed to do when your best friend is avoiding you at all costs? Author's Note -> Yayy!! I have finally finished this fic. It was originally only supposed to be one part, but I'm so happy with the story it has turned into. I'm sorry it took so long, college has been kicking my ass. But thank you guys for all the support! Let me know what you think :)

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Walking off stage, you fear that air will never come. It's been building up for hours at this point, and it's not a huge surprise that the peak of your anxiety has finally hit. Despite it being your biggest dream since you were a child, the concerts have never been as great as you’d hoped they would be. You loved getting to see the fans and mess around on stage with the rest of the members, but you were never quite able to shake the stage fright or the uncomfortable feeling brought on by thousands of eyes watching you. The concerts did slowly get better. They have felt more natural and exciting for you lately, but it seems as if you've taken a step back today. Or maybe it would be better classified as a trip or a fall. You aren’t quite sure why the concerts haven’t made you as nervous as they used to when you first debuted. Perhaps you were desensitized to all the screams and fans’ stares, or maybe it was the fact that Hyunjin was always by your side to reassure you. But now what? After everything that happened, Hyunjin doesn’t seem exactly eager to help you through it.

You were very worried to go on the stage, as things were already not going well today. You were hopeful when you first woke up, surrounded by warmth and comfort in Minho's arms. It felt as if anything was possible, and you were eager to fix up all the problems that had been created over the past few days. But it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. The day has gone downhill from the moment you crawled out of bed. Now it's finally the end of the day, all that's left to do is change and leave the venue, but it seems like even that task is going to be quite difficult.

You were the first to rush off stage as soon as everyone started to say their goodbyes. You managed a wave and a quick goodbye before you left, too distracted by your emotions to even tell if the boys were far behind. You hoped the fans wouldn't notice anything out of the blue, but you had made it fairly well throughout the concert, and the boys had some of their best acting faces on. So hopefully the fans would spare you this one moment. You knew you didn't have long before you would break, and you hate crying in front of the fans. Even if you could simply play it off as being overwhelmed with gratitude for them, it didn't feel right. So you left, as quickly as you could.

Your anxiety was building all throughout the day, and the consequences had exploded while on stage. All you needed to do was dance and sing your little heart out, but instead, all you could feel was your heart racing and the weight of the microphone clenched tightly in your sweaty hands. Over time, it just got worse and worse, and your chest got tighter and tighter. The sweating was definitely not only from the dancing. You couldn’t give your best to the fans like you normally do, and even that’s enough to send your anxiety through the roof. What if they notice? What will they think?

Entering the backrooms behind the stage is humbling as you notice multiple staff members watching you. You take a shaky breath still trying to calm down enough to make it somewhere more private. Your first instinct is to head straight to the bathroom, but your subconscious stops you as you remember what Hyunjin always used to tell you. It used to be a habit of yours to go to the bathroom and lock the door when you started to panic, wanting to handle it all by yourself. But once Hyunjin started helping you through your anxiety, he always told you not to, so that he or the other members were able to reach you more easily. Not to mention, being on the outside of a locked door when the person inside is upset is not usually a good situation to be in. Which is understandable, but it’s hard to think clearly when you can barely breathe.

You push through the hesitation, heading to the bathroom anyway. You know Hyunjin is a good person and would definitely comfort you if you asked him, even when he’s angry. However, you had no plans to actually approach him about that, and it’s doubtful that he would even notice your suffering in the first place if his avoidance while on stage is anything to go by. So, the bathroom it is.

Hyunjin has reassured you many times that you aren’t a burden to him, so it wasn’t hard to reach out to him over the years when you needed help. But that also means that you didn’t let many of the other members see this side of you. So what now? Now that your only support system has been torn apart by some silly fight you don’t even fully understand.

With every step, you rush forward faster and faster, hoping to get alone before the tears in your eyes fully cloud your vision. Just a few more steps until the solitude of the bathroom is all yours.

Well, it was until you feel a sweaty hand grip your wrist lightly. You turn to yell at the owner of the hand, but your awareness fades as tears start to fall, and the lump that had settled in your throat has officially stolen all talking ability. With the possibility of escape being torn from your grasp, you can no longer fight the emotions bubbling up.

You feel the person tuck you under their arm and lead you somewhere else. You realize it’s Hyunjin as the remaining scent of his cologne that hadn’t been sweated off hits your nose. It’s comforting, bringing you back to many of your favorite memories and all the times he has been there in the past. Your brain tries to fight the situation, wanting to resist and pull away from him, but it’s either this or in a smelly bathroom all by yourself. As much as you hate to say it, Hyunjin may just be the right choice in this scenario. He leads you into a room and sits you down on a soft cushion. This room is much quieter, and all of the sounds, smells, and movement that had been overwhelming you are gone. It’s a relief to your senses, but you barely register the change, too overwhelmed with your lack of oxygen.

“You’re okay, you’re safe,” Hyunjin whispers to you in a soft manner as he kneels on the ground in front of you, “everything’s gonna be okay, y/n-ah.” Your eyes are squeezed shut, and you focus purely on Hyunjin’s voice, trying to take back control over your emotions. He used to do a lot more for you, but over time, you’ve learned how to handle them better on your own. So now, his presence is more there for reassurance and grounding while you try to regain your breath and work through your emotions. In this industry, you aren’t always able to leave a room or steal a friend away for help; sometimes you have to get through it yourself.

In the quiet of the room, a cautious knock rings out from the door of the dressing room Hyunjin had brought you to. While the noise goes completely over your head, Hyunjin was prepared for it to come eventually. He sighs as Minho peeks his head inside the door, just as he expected. Due to your newly formed relationship, it wasn’t surprising that he had come to check up on you. Lately, you two were completely up each other’s butts.

It’s just the honeymoon stage, he tries to remind himself.

“Come on in,” Hyunjin whispers gently and motions for Minho to enter. As much as Hyunjin had been shipping the two of you, he hadn’t expected anything to actually happen. It was more of a joke to get a reaction out of you and Minho. However, he soon realized his mistake when your complaints increased tenfold and the rest of the band started pushing harder. It was only a matter of time until one of you came to your senses and realized the feelings you had hidden deep down. He wanted to be happy about it, he really did, but when it actually came down to it, he was too scared to lose you. You’re not only his bandmate, but also his best friend. Someone he would do anything for; someone who has been with him through everything and hopefully will continue to be for the rest of your life. And that right there is exactly what he is afraid to lose.

What if Minho doesn’t want you two to be friends anymore?

What if you don’t have enough time for him?

What if you don’t need him anymore?

It may seem irrational to some people, but oftentimes fear isn’t something you can reason with, and there is nothing you can do about it. There were so many worst-case scenarios running through his head that he had simply blown up. If you had asked him two weeks ago, he would’ve said that he would never ever speak to you in that way. But it happened. You had rushed in, and immediately, all you had to talk about was Minho. Just like usual. And it scared him, so he lashed out.

Yeah, like that’ll solve the issue, he had thought to himself shortly after the encounter. He knew he was in the wrong. He never should have said any of that. He didn’t mean it, and he regretted it deeply. But what is there to do now? How can he fix it?

It seems as if talking it out is mostly off-limits. You’ve both been avoiding each other to the max, and it’s not often that you guys get a moment alone to talk. Not only would you need somewhere to talk, but you would also need to be receptive to what Hyunjin has to say. And that seems very unlikely. If talking it out isn’t an option, what else can he do to fix it? He can’t just sit around anymore; this problem is certainly not going to solve itself. Maybe he could start with his actions and show you just how much he cares. Then you can realize that he is starting to come around to the whole new relationship, and it seems that now is the perfect chance to start mending the relationship.

Minho walks in and settles nervously next to you on the small couch. He raises his hands, but doesn’t touch you, unsure of how exactly to act in this situation. What is his role? Hyunjin sees his hesitation and gently removes one of his hands that was holding yours. Minho gets the idea and takes your clammy palm in his, gently caressing the top of your hand with his thumb.

You focus on the new sensation, and your shoulders sag a little bit as you become a little more aware of what’s going on. Your sobs gradually start to calm down a little as you sit in the quiet room.

“Hey, y/n, can you open your eyes for me?” Hyunjin directs, hoping to make you more aware of your surroundings and help you to focus on what’s around you, as sometimes that can help calm you down.

You follow Hyunjin’s instructions, knowing it’s for the better. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you’re met with the sight of Hyunjin kneeling in front of you with one of your hands in his. His eyes are full of concern and kindness, and his familiar gaze is nearly enough to calm you right back down. You feel the couch shift slightly next to you and glance over to find Minho sitting beside you. The sight is less familiar, yet it fills your heart with gratefulness and love. No matter what happens, you know that you have your people behind you.

“Hey there, kitten,” he says softly. You can practically hear the nerves in his voice. As the second-oldest member in the group, he is often dealing with issues and dishing out advice, but it’s obvious that this is outside his usual pay grade.

I guess I get special treatment as his girlfriend, you think with a small huff. It’s so hard to be upset around Minho. Well, at least nowadays, previously, he was the cause of your tears. But things have changed… drastically, it appears.

“Are you laughing?” Minho comments in disbelief, a smile growing on his face.

“Just a little, I can’t help it!” You defend against his comment, “You just look so uncomfortable.”

“Hey, give him a break, he’s new to this whole emotions thing,” Hyunjin adds with a teasing grin on his face, relieved that you are feeling better so fast. He knows this isn’t the end. You’ll get through the attacks, but your anxiety doesn’t just go away, especially on bad days. But that doesn’t define you, nor would you let it take away from the good moments.

Minho sends him a glare, and Hyunjin takes that as his sign to leave. It never ends well when you start to tease Minho. It very quickly turns to tissues and threats. A situation he would not like to be in more than once in two days.

Hyunjin gives your hand one final squeeze and stands with an exaggerated groan. “Well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone,” he says with a playful look of disgust on his face.

Your eyes follow Hyunjin as he makes his exit, confusion starting to cloud your mind as you begin to fully realize the situation.

You turn to Minho quickly, hoping to find answers, “Do you think that means we’re friends again?” Minho’s eyes soften at your words. He knows just how bad this fight has been hurting you, and he wishes with everything in him that he could take your pain away. However, that just wasn’t possible. All you want is your best friend back, and that is something he simply cannot fix.

“I think those are questions you’re gonna have to ask him, sweetheart,” he replies gently, reaching out to wipe the remaining tears from your face. You lean into his side, as your stomach flutters with butterflies. It's a refreshing reminder that even if you're struggling or the day starts going downhill, you always have your people behind you; you’re glad to find that Hyunjin is still one of them.

"Let's go back to the hotel, yeah?" Minho proposes, "I think we've been through enough today." You nod your head sluggishly, agreeing immensely with what he's suggested. All the crying has tired you out, and all you can think of is crawling into a warm bed, right into your boyfriend's arms.

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You pad softly down the hotel hallway as the morning sun starts to flood through the window. After the rough night you had, you passed out right after you took a shower. Surprisingly, you actually had a very good night of sleep. Despite the redness from the tears you had shed, your eyes had slipped open quite easily this morning. Maybe the reassurance that Hyunjin still cared was enough to ease you into an actual night of rest.

Somehow, you still haven’t gotten the opportunity to properly talk with him, and it may be something he actually deserves this time. It was kind of him to help you, despite the tension and fighting still present in your relationship. After a quick glance at Minho, you had left the room, hoping to clear the air and make your way to Hyunjin and Felix’s hotel room. You knew it was unlikely for Hyunjin to be awake at this time, the sun just barely risen, but maybe Felix was awake. Then, you could wait for Hyunjin to wake up and catch him before everyone has to head to the venue to start preparing for the concert.

You stop in front of the heavy, wooden door and let out a sigh. This is it. You were going to end this fight once and for all. You just want your best friend back.

Upon knocking, you’re met with a sight you had never expected. Instead of Felix, you’re met with the endearing sight of your best friend. Hyunjin stands there in his pajamas, looking at you with wide eyes. His arms and fingers are covered in what appears to be charcoal, and there’s even a bit smudged on his face.

You let out a small giggle at the sight, intrigued as to what he was up to. His eyes light up at your laugh, “Y/n, what are you doing here? Why are you awake right now?”

“All I can think about is our argument,” you state, not quite answering his question. You push past him, entering his hotel room. Immediately, you notice Felix, lying in one of the beds, scrolling on his phone. He glances up, making eye contact with you, and a smile spreads on his face.

“Finally! It’s about time you guys made up. He won’t stop sulking,” he exclaims as he starts to pull himself out of bed. “Hopefully, you breaking into our room will go a bit better this time, yeah?”

You roll your eyes playfully, remembering the vicious scene from a couple of days prior. Felix walks past you and makes his exit, obviously giving the two of you time to talk things out. When Felix leaves, Hyunjin makes his way further back in the room and takes a seat at the desk next to you. This draws your attention, and you notice the set of supplies strewn across the desk. There are pens, chalks, and charcoals surrounding a sketchbook left open. It’s a sketch of flowers, unsurprising as it’s one of Hyunjin’s most common choices for art. However, this one is even darker than some of his others. You know his art can sometimes feel a bit heavy, but the flowers in this one even appear to be wilted.

Oh, Hyunjin. You think as your heart aches a bit. It’s obvious he’s a bit upset about something, and you think you might just know what the problem is.

“What are you doing up, sleepyhead?” You ask him, deciding to start simple. “Don’t you usually prefer to sleep in?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t really sleep that well,” he states with a sigh. It’s then that you notice the same redness in his eyes that resides in yours. He must have been upset after he left.

“I see. I like your drawing,” you comment, and Hyunjin immediately flushes.

“Thank you,” he says quietly before turning in his chair and carefully shutting the sketchbook. You hadn’t meant for him to hide it away, but it seems that you were never meant to see it in the first place. You don’t stop him or ask to see more, wanting to keep his art a comfort for him. Instead, you decide to bite the bullet. Small talk would never solve anything. Deep communication was the key, and both of you knew that.

“Why’d you do that?” You ask, your eyes slowly starting to water as the memories come back. “Why would you say those things to me?” At the blunt question, Hyunjin startles a bit, turning back to you. You can tell as he begins to debate what exactly to say in his head, trying to figure out the best way to articulate his thoughts.

“I was afraid to lose you,” he decides to go with. The simple phrase makes you freeze. You weren’t sure what you had expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. He was afraid? What the hell was he talking about with losing you?

“Hyunjin, why would you lose me? I’m right here,” you say gently, trying to reassure the man despite not knowing exactly what the situation was.

“All you would talk about is Minho. Sure, it wasn’t exactly loving words, but still. It was always about you and him. I just miss when it was you and me. I know he’s important to you, but you’re my best friend, y/n-ah. I have no idea what I would even do without you. Who would I laugh with? Who would I confide in? You’re everything to me, and I just sort of freaked out when it seemed like I might lose you for good. But I just pushed you away even more. I’m so sorry.” He rushes out, his voice starting a bit raised and eventually lowering to a near whisper. Despite his ramblings, his explanation does make a lot of sense. You know Hyunjin, and you know he certainly does not believe the things he said about you. Which definitely doesn’t make it acceptable, but at least you know that it was a defense mechanism rather than genuine hatred.

“Oh. I thought you were really upset with me. I couldn’t figure out why you would say those things to me,” you tell him, knowing that it’s important for him to hear how you were feeling, too.

“I know, and I regretted it the moment those words left my mouth. I would do anything to take it back. I promise I support you and Minho. I think I’m finally coming around to the idea. I was just nervous that he wouldn’t want us to be friends anymore.”

“Hyunjin, he has known both of us for such a long time. He would never ask us to do that. He knows how much you mean to me.”

“I know, but I guess I just panicked.”

You sigh at his words. You totally understand how he feels. There have been so many moments where you have accidentally said something you shouldn’t have or behaved rudely as a result of panicking. You step closer to Hyunjin and pull him up to give you a hug. He wraps his arms around you as you rub his back lightly. You feel his tears slightly wet your shirt, but you don’t say anything about it, not wanting to ruin the tender moment.

“It’s okay, Jinnie, I forgive you.” At these words, he hugs you a bit tighter, glad that your friendship is finally okay again.

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After both of you had calmed down, the two of you began to reminisce on some of your guys’ best memories over the years. He had even brought up some of the most embarrassing stories of Minho, making you crack up. Gosh, you had missed him so much.

At the reminder of your boyfriend, you excuse yourself, but not before reminding Hyunjin to call Felix back to the room. You felt bad for making the poor man find somewhere else to hang out, but to be fair, you hadn’t asked him to leave. He was just too kind for his own good.

You return to your hotel room, only to find Minho still sleeping and very soundly at that. You smile adoringly at him before crawling back into bed with him.

“Did you guys figure everything out?” He asks drowsily, and you startle a bit at his voice. You were positive that he was still asleep, but he’s always been good at tricking you. You were impressed that he had even managed to figure out where you had gone.

“Yes, I got my best friend back,” you say with a small smile, genuinely relieved that you and Hyunjin had managed to get past this hurdle.

“I’m happy for you, honey,” Minho says sweetly before pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Falling back to sleep with your boyfriend, you realize that you have never been happier.

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[midnightshindig]

Rex x reader angst where during the lizard league fight, his s/o caught the lizard king about to shoot rex in the head but pushed him away in time to take the bullet from him. I'd love to see them recovering together at the hospital and him being protective of his s/o after that incident 🙏🙏

Rex Splode X Gn!Reader

Season Two spoilers!!

so let’s get the obvious out of the way

rex just straight up murders the lizard league en masse

all those fuckers are DEAD, he is PISSED

The GPA soldiers find him rocking back and forth with you in his arms, trying to pick you up but failing because he’s just so shell shocked and stunned by his own fear and rage

They have to sedate him to get him to let them treat you he’s so scared to let you go

he wakes up like a day later and immediately rips out his IV to find you

its not hard, seeing as he’s literally a door down from you

Cecil isn’t please at Rex’s carelessness but like FUCK Cecil rn because Y/n is in peril oh my god oh my god

Rex is tweaaaaking

Like they’re debating sedating him again

but it’s okay because he calms down once he sees you

fucking moron McGee over here immediately yells at you

”Y/N ARE YOU OKAY— ITHOUGJTYPU WERE DE-HE-HE-HEAAAADDDD!!” He starts just bawling, sliding down the wall next to you

like this guy is peak emotional disaster rn

the drugs in his system are maybe making him a little loopy

hes totally convinced you’re in a coma, but you sit up after a minute, peering down over the hospital bed railing at him

”Honey?” your voice is inquisitive and plain, you don’t really notice your state

He shoots up from the floor and takes you by the shoulders, shaking you viciously

“YOURE ALIVE!!!”

“WUA-WUA-WOAH—- REX!!” You giggle, your head cranking back and forth as he shakes you

A nurse smacks the shit out of his hand

oh my god his hand

you wince, noticing it

“Oh my god your hand…”

Rex looks from his hand to your face, eyes filled with blood and bandages circling your head, bits of hair poking through the bandages

His eyes widen “Oh my god your HEAD?!!”

You reach up and feel the bandages

”Oh. Wild!!!” You’re fucking hyped, asking the nurse for a hand mirror, she leaves and returns with one as you check yourself out

”Yooooo my hair is gonna look sick as fuck! I’m so glad I saved you, can you imagine Rex Splode without his fuckboy man bun?”

you’re not taking this seriously at all

its kind of pissing Rex off ngl

“How can you say that?!” He furrows his brow, looking around the room hopelessly

“You could’ve died for that, you would have died if these people hadn’t put your ass back together-“ he’s getting heated again, and you stare up at him confusedly from the hospital bed

He paces around the room, his natural hand pulling at the root of his hair

”I mean fuck- Y/n- what would I do without you?”

you narrow your eyes at him. What right did he have to lecture you? You saved his life!

“ I imagine you’d be dead, Rex. Without me, that is.”

the room goes quiet.

he starts to cry again

its less panicky, and more of a restrained whimper, as he chokes back the tears.

Even now, he’s trying to be strong for you

How can you stay mad at him?

”Ugh…” you groan as you pull yourself to sit up against the pillows, opening an arm for him to give you a hug

and he does, he’s gentle and cautious, but he slots himself between your open arm and torso, laying his head against your cheek and shoulder

”God I love you so much- don’t you ever do some stupid ass shit like that again- okay?” He pulls away, making eye contact “Let them shoot me, I’m a tough guy, I can take it.”

you shake your head sternly “You’re just as important to me, Rex. Someone has to look out for you.”

You place his palm over your chest, his hand clenching the fabric over it as he quietly stifles a sob

“Don’t forget, Rex, I’m tough too.”

how could he ever forget?

Both of you were left with permanent reminders of the battle, your eye had been replaced with a cybernetic one, and Rex was still adjusting to his new hand.

but you made it a couples activity, dedicating nights just to retraining your bodies

This mostly meant eye spy and darts, which to be fair, was right good fun

especially when Rex pulled out two hard lemonades to up the stakes

He’s so overly protective of you in combat, to the point he threatens Cecil directly for sending you on a solo mission without telling him

Cecil tells you that you need to get him the fuck under control or else he’d have to be benched

“Rex, seriously, what the fuck?!”

Your tone is sharp and accusatory

”What do you mean?! He was sending you to deal with this fucking dragon thing ALONE!” He’s not angry with you, but he’s angry nonetheless and he’s always had issues directing his anger

”You can’t do stuff like that! You’re going to get yourself fucking killed, Y/n- That thing could’ve killed you- why are you being so stupid!!!?”

You raise your eyebrows at him in shock and surprise “Rex Sloan don’t you ever call me stupid again.”

cold. the room goes quiet, and cold.

He shuffles his feet a little, stuffing his preciously-waving hands into the pockets of his sweatpants

”….”

he can’t meet your eyes

you sigh, pinching your temple

”Look, I know you’re worried, but I was a superhero before, I’m a superhero now. Dying has always been part of the deal.”

He can’t meet your eyes, he’s quiet, but he’s bubbling, about to burst.

“Rex, say something… please.”

He inhaled sharply, strong, more air than he needs because he immediately sighs it all out

”Y/n, you almost died protecting me. The thought of you getting really hurt, like irreversibly hurt, tortures me.”

He takes a step towards you, resting his palm on your cheek

”I don’t know what I’d do if anything bad happened to you, if you died. Fuck…” he grits his teeth, looking away again, his hand and body tenses at the thought

“But-“ he sighs again, turning to face you “You’re right, you’re not stupid, you’re brilliant you’re the baddest ass I know. You saved my life and I’m the one babying you.”

He swallows his spite, and swallows his pride, and spits out an “I’m sorry.”

Thats all you needed, and you press a kiss to his forehead

”It’s okay, honey, let’s just go apologize to Cecil, okay?”

He’s reluctant, but with your hand guiding him, he agrees “Mmokay. But!” He sticks up a finger “promise me you’ll be careful, okay?”

you smile back at him, locking pinkies “Of course, I promise.”

[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned whumpee

CW: Whumper turned caretaker, injured whumpee, defiant, restrained, angst

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Whumpee awoke in their enemies infirmary.

An IV was pricking their arm and the lights were dimmed. They twitched as their wrist ached from the handcuff binding them to the bed.

"You're awake? I was getting worried about you." Whumper hummed, sitting by their bedside with a large cup of coffee. Whumpee shakily rose their hand as the handcuff clinked.

"This isn't necessary." Whumpee tiredly mumbled.

"My my, you've been awake for ten seconds and already making demands." Whumper chuckled. "But I'm afraid we're not on that level of trust yet, I can get you something for the bruise."

Whumpee tried to sit up, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. 

"I'm a w-wounded prisoner. It's not like I know my w-way around here-" Their voice hitched as their arm gave in as they collapsed. Whumper was quick to pull them up and put a pillow behind their back.

"Easy now, you're still healing. -And don't downgrade yourself, you could still pack a punch, I know how you were trained." Whumper scolded, fixing the blanket around them.

"How could you possibly know that." Whumpee squinted. Whumper ignored their question and waved someone over; they were handed something whumpee couldn't see from the bed. Whumper moved towards them whumpee tried to scamper as far as the handcuff could go.

"Hey! Hey, calm down. It's not going to hurt you." Whumper lulled, placing a plate with a full meal on their lap. "Look, it's just a peace offering."

Whumpee's face flushed with a hint of pink as they lowered their shoulders. Hospitality was the least they expected from their enemy's leader. "You're feeding me?" Whumpee tilted their head.

"Of course I'm feeding you. I saved your life, I'm not going to waste it all by starving you. Gracious, eat your dinner." Whumper scoffed. 

"This is dinner? How long did you sedate me?" Whumpee suddenly perked up.

"I didn't sedate you, you were exhausted. That's just how long you slept. Now eat, you'll feel better." They nudged, taking their wrist and putting a plastic fork in whumpee's hand.

"If I didn't know any better," Whumper chuckled, "I would guess your beloved team wasn't feeding you either-"

Whumper felt movement and grabbed whumpee's arm before they attempted to plummet the fork into whumper's neck. They glared at each other as Whumpee was panting and pouring with sweat.

"Sweetheart, that is a plastic fork you're holding." Whumper glared.

"I know. But it's got three sh-sharp points and that's good enough f-for me." Whumpee grunted, still attempting to stab them. Whumper grabbed their collar and yanked them mere inches away. Whumpee pushed and tried to back-peddle as whumper held their collar.

"That was a cute try." Whumper whispered in their ear. "But you don't have the strength to fight just yet, little lamb. Should have eaten first." They plucked the fork out of Whumpee's hand and released them. Whumpee fell back and winced, holding their wound as it pulsed. They could feel the stitches underneath their shirt, staying intact at least...

"You honestly can't believe you'll keep me here like this! I don't want to be here- I'm not your pet to tease!" Whumpee shouted at them.

"You're not my pet. If you want to be that way, then sure; you're like a lamb running for the cliffs that I have to keep pulling you away from." Whumper straightened their jacket and rubbed their neck.

"You're only keeping me alive so you can torture me later, I've told you from the start I won't ever give up my team-"

"-No." Whumper cut them off.

Whumpee suddenly quieted and closed their lips. "... What do you mean no?" They quietly asked.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, your head is so full of lies it sickens me to know what they've taught you! You want to know why I stayed by your side all day? You woke up throughout the night and cried yourself right back to sleep!"

"I wasn't crying!" Whumpee sobbed, covering their face and fell silent. Whumper shut their mouth and leaned back, realizing they had corned them. "I'm sorry. I uh ... I'll give you some space. I'll come check on you later." Whumper quickly stood. They craned their head back to see whumpee was now curled on their side facing away from them.

Whumpee flinched when they heard a "clink" as the handcuff fell off their wrist. It was a feeling of pure light and relief. It was a surprising gesture, even for the stunt they pulled with the now-revoked plastic fork.

This wasn't the ruthless enemy whumpee was expecting; whumper speaks as if they know more about their own team than whumpee does. If they got trusted enough to freely walk around, they would get to find their own answers deep in the core of their enemies base. 

 Perhaps this was an opportunity.

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[sexilene]

can i please request reader going off to collage and not wanting to go and leave rafe, and then he convinces her that its okay not to go and stay with him? if it's a little confusion im sorry!

ive got ya!! xoxo!!! (sorry about any spelling mistakes, im like so beyond sleepy rn idk whyyy!!!!)

"hey baby? where are the suitcases, packed already?” your boyfriend shouts from the hall, wondering where all your stuff that was once out ready to get packed, is gone from where he last saw it.

“uh- almost,” you call back, watching him walk into your room carefully trying not to spill your sleepy time tea in his hand, staring down at the cup until he places it on your nightstand. "did you put em away?-" he begins, before you cut him off,

“ray?”

“yeah?”

“i need to talk to you about something…it’s nothing bad i promise…” your eyes wide and full of an emotion he can't quite place. he stares down at you sitting on the bed, crossing his arms waiting to hear what you've got to say. “okay, what’s up?”

“weeeell, i'm really proud of myself about getting in but i’m still a little nervous about going away…leaving you…” you ramble, avoiding eye contact with rafe. “got separation anxiety?” he laughs, bending down to be at eye level with you.

“don’t joke right now rafe, m’serious!” you whine, going to hide your face in your hands when rafe grabs your wrists ever so gently to direct your attention back on him. “sorry, sorry baby…continue." your boyfriend whispers, softly rubbing the skin on your wrist back and forth with his thumb.

you take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay “i’ve just been thinking about it a lot and i don’t wanna be half away across the country! and of course i know how important college is-”

rafe interrupts you by shrugging and muttering out an “eh,” as if to dismiss the importance of college,

“but…”

“but what, baby?” his eyes innocently looking up at you,

“what if i didn’t go? like i want to, but i don’t and it's all so stressful and i feel like i’m gonna disappoint everyone if i don’t go…” a tear then streaming down your face faster than you can wipe it away to keep him from seeing you cry over this.

your sweet boyfriend's heart twists with every tear that follows, he lets go of your wrists to hold your hands in his much bigger, warmer ones and shushes your fears, “hey- hey okay…just relax a minute kid, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. i say it all the time, can’t fucking wait to put a big ass diamond on this finger. and you won’t gotta worry about anything, cause i promise i’ll take care of you.” he tells you, a smirk on his face, trying his best to reassure you.

“i know but i don’t want to look stupid by being the girl who got into an amazing school but then chose to marry her first boyfriend and stay here!” you realize it's not the nicest thing to say out loud but it is- or would be the truth.

“what’s stupid bout being my little housewife?” rafe furrows his eyebrows, bringing his lips down to kiss every single one of your fingers. “aight listen, i’m so proud of you for getting in and doing the preparation for it but if you feel like your mind has changed that's not a bad thing. im fuckin’ relieved you wanna stay, and if you wanna still go to school there’s always UNC… you’d be closer.” your boyfriend was always very good at reasoning, especially with you. he could calm you in any situation with a couple of wise words and kisses.

“yeah…” you sigh, and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, letting go of his. and sure it's relieving to know that you could always choose to make that decision later, yet the thought in the back of your mind still present, telling you not to end up as another figure eight stepford wife.

and as quickly as the thought crept back into your mind, rafe was able to make it disappear “look, i love you babydoll and im gonna support you as you support me yeah? whatever you want, i'll get it for you you know that... you belong here, with me.” he stands back up again, hands reaching down to wipe the remaining tear droplets on your cheeks gently, to show you he cares ever so much about you and how much he wants to be soft with you- as if you could break like a china doll. “kay, so no tears. did your makeup so pretty today baby...”

your wet lashes sticking together, doe eyes staring up at him with love and admiration. “you’re my best friend ray. i love you, so much my heart hurts.”

“and you're mine, and i love you more than anything ever- and you can sleep on it you know? don't have to make up your mind right here." he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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[babydolls-writing-space]

“I’m here now, my deer”

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hi, this was requested so I hope you all like it! Not proof read

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This week was a rough week for you- there have been a lot of issues and chaos going on lately due to the extermination coming up lately. Auntie Charlie and vaggie have been running around and trying to figure out a plan. Uncle husk and big brother angel/ sir pentious have been making weapons and trying to build protection to help protect the hotel and you papa has been making sure things have been going ok and has been going to a lot of meetings with the overloads so you have been alone a lot this week. Heck you even got put in time out a few times because you were upset that no one was around and that your papa was missing.  

Like he was there for a few small moments at a time, and he always put you to bed but you still missed him and wanted to spend more time with him. This wasn’t fair to you; you were just a small little baby. You shouldn't be alone; you should be in papa's arms while he sings you soft songs as he feeds you a bottle. But no, you were in your tiny room all by yourself.  

It was in the late afternoon; the sun was beaming through the windows of your nursery, and you were in your crib. You had just woken up from your nap and you were not having it right now, 

you had a dream where people were saying icky things to you and your Carrers just watched and didn't say anything. You had tears in your eyes that were soon running down your face, and you were whining as you held your blanky close to you. Before you could roll over and see you heard the door open  “Sweet pea...?” you heard a familiar voice say as they walked over to you. When you looked up you saw your papa, he smiled softly but you could tell in his eyes he looked a little worried for you. “What is wrong my dear...?” He asked as he gently picked you up from your crib, with your blanket around you. You tried to use your words however you couldn't, there had been to much going on and you couldn't bear it anymore, you just felt your tiny self-get to overwhelmed and started to cry into your papas shoulder.   

“Now now my little deer what's the matter..?” he asked as he gently rubbed his hand over your back trying to calm down “Did you have a bad dream..?” he asked as he gently swayed with you. You nodded your tiny little head softly “Aw your poor thing.. Lets get you a bottle made..” he said as he gently carried you in his arms to the kitchen as he started to make you a bottle.  

He gently fed you as he carried you back to your room and sat in the nursery. It stayed quite for awhile however once you were done he sat the bottle on a side table as gently rubbed your back as you laid on his chest “Why did you have a bad dream my little fawn?” he asked softly. Words were  hard since you were small right now, so feeling bad you gently pointed at him. “Me..?” he asked softly as he tried to think about it. “Is it because ive been busy..?” he asked, and when you gave a small nod he felt horrible “I know ive been busy my little fawn... im so sorry i dont mean to be...it must be hard for you since its been so crazy..” You nodded again as a small sigh left your mouth.  

“I promise i will try to be here more my little deer..” He said softly. “What would you like to do today my little fawn.. We can do anything you want to...” alastor said as he gently looked over to you. You bable softly in respone, a soft smile on alastors face as you do “Hm, that sounded like music, am i right?” he asked. You cooed at his answer which basically meant yes so with a smile he gently got you up and carried you to your changing table “ok baby fawn but you gotta get changed first, and then we can ok?”. You nodded softly as he changed you and put you in a onesie, then he grabbed your blanky, paci, and stuffie as he made his way to his raido tower. He opend the window softly as he went and sat in his chair as he turned on his raido which turned on soft lullubys for you as he gently swayed with you and your stuffie. 

The night was peaceful as later made you dinner, read you books, and gave you a bubble bath, because no matter how busy he was, Alastor always made time for you, after all he was your papa, and you were his fawn.  

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[soft-boi-eli]

PolyVessles x reader

Reader just needs to cry so you try to hide it in a secluded room of the mansion. But it was no use when they all could hear your thoughts. You end up with one at a time they enter the room. Each brining a comfort item. Weighted Blanket, stuffed animals, their clothes. And most importantly water and themselves.

Tw: not proof read crying. Comfort.

This is a comfort for me right now my mental has be up and down and i cannot tell how im feeling at this point.

It was confusing. Bouncing between happy and sad. Feeling okay to feeling like shit. It was so exhausting. You wanted to relax. You wanted to feel content. But everything felt wrong. Until you just sat in the room claimed as your own space, alone. Tired. Just done. Done with feeling on the brink of crying but never actually letting it happen. You didnt even know what you were holding back tears for.

Yet as you sat alone. Mind running through all the stress and anger in your body you let the tears well up. You let them fall. Letting your body work out all the emotions in liquid. You didnt know how ling ago you started to cry but it felt oddly amazing. Each tear drop was a drop of anger. A drop of sadness.

You didnt hear the door open. But you did see through the blurry tears vessel. His six eyed 6'3 form made its way through the door. Your water bottle filled and fresh in his hands and you could barely smell it but he had put on that cologne you loved and it had always calmed you.

"Love. You look like you've been throught alot." You couldnt even speak with how thick you throat felt. You could only hold you hands out and grip at the air for him. You felt the need for weight over you. You needed it bad and this behemoth of a man was perfect. Doubt iii would be the best he was still perfect. Wouldnt kill you if he put all his body weight on you.

Your thoughts seemed to be enough as he had aced your bottle to the side, you could hear the ice, and pulled you to his chest slowly making you lay back into the bed. His body pressed deeper into you and the matress. His fingers trailing up your scalp before leaving gentle trails. Letting you silently cry into his chest. The others were already gathing everything. Getting ready for a big old cuddle pile in your room. It was iii that came in next.

He carried the offering of his massive and heavy weighted blanket. It reeked of him, in a good way trust me, and when he cam up right next to you, covering both you and vessel in it. He let it land over his body too watching as you relaxed slightly more. His face nuzzling into you neck and shoulder.

He stayed silent deciding to just stay there, it was rare but he knew it was needed. The tears has slowed and you were left with soft little hiccups and stray tears.

When ii came in he was calm, one of his hoodies in hand as he wandered closer. You saw how worn in it was, no doubt his favorite one that he rarely let anyone touch. And when he got in they all started to move letting ii strip off the constricting shirt that you hated right now. There was nothing sexual about it. His hands were gentle as he trailed them over your side, his hoodie was over your head but he hadnt helped you put your arms in. It hasnt even gotten over your shoulder. Your skin completely bare and exposed to them. Yet you felt at ease.

You found the tears and hiccups more embarrassing. Yet soft hands trailed over your face. They werent telling you to stop. Vessel was drying your cheeks so that they didnt dry and pull at your skin, iii had somehow snuck in tissues and he softly wiped at your nose.

You hadnt even gotten the hoodie on when iv came in. He was carrying your weighted plush along with the other three you left in his room. He had gotten to the bed and slid behind you helping ii pull the hoodie over you fully before he pulled you to his chest.

Vessel landed back on your chest fingers swiping slowly at your cheeks in unmeasured intervals. But just enough to keep your skin from going raw. You felt iii lean back into iv and your chest using the weighted plush as a pillow.

The blanket was barely covering all of you, but it was over you and thats what mattered to most to the. Except for ii who was carefully helping you drink. He didnt want you to get worse because you were dehydrated.

It was iii who broke the silence. "You wanna talk about it?" You hummed, the words thick in your mouth as you spoke, "just needed to cry. Dont even know why." The way ii carefully rubbed at your chest, soothing away most of the thick feeling. "Sometimes you need to cry." He kept rubbing at your chest watching you burry you face into vessels head holding him tightly. You felt safe. At ease. Everything was perfect.

[lillaydee]

One More Try Part 3

Landlord Joel Miller / Reader

They say a woman is tested when her man has nothing. But a man is tested when he has everything. What happens if you both passed the test, but your partners did not?

WARNINGS:

Unplanned Pregnancy, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), SO MUCH FLUFF, Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Reader was pregnant before meeting Joel, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Miscarriage (Not OC), Landlord Joel, No Outbreak AU

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 2

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Warning - Miscarriage Scare. I am not a medical or law expert in any way, so there might be some medical and law related inaccuracies in this chapter. Please take any inaccuracies in the spirit of story telling. I also have no idea how long hand-making furniture would normally take, so for the sake of this chapter let's just pretend Joel is Joel the SuperCarpenter ok?

For the first time since you had known him, you called Joel for help, telling him you needed to go the hospital. He was at your door within seconds, Anita hobbling along the two of you. Joel refused to let you walk, carrying you to his truck, laying you down in the back seat, your head in Anita’s lap. Your stomach was cramping, and you had never been more scared in your life. Anita held your head and hand throughout the journey, her voice comforting you. You couldn’t help yourself from crying, Joel giving you worried looks in the rearview mirror every chance he got.

When you got to the ER, Anita accompanied you inside while Joel parked the truck. You couldn’t help but notice his driving was much more aggressive once you had gotten out. The nurses wheeled you in, Anita walking as fast as she could, telling them what had happened. By the time Joel got there, out of breath from running, Anita was waiting outside, they had asked her to wait outside while they checked you out. Joel sat beside his mother, his head in his hands, his heart beating uncomfortably fast, his stomach churning. Anita had called Tommy, and he, Maria and Frank got there in no time at all.

Joel was so noticeably quiet, which was saying something, given how quiet he had always been, his eyes red from unshed tears. Tommy and Anita kept a hand on him at all times. When Tess walked out, Joel stood up, and she told the group that you were alright, but had lost a bit of blood. Your baby was doing okay, but it was a close call, and Joel had done the right thing taking her to the ER so quickly. Joel lost it at that, sobbing into his mother’s shoulders, calming himself only when Tess said he could come in and sit with you if he so wished.

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You were laying on the small bed in the ER, feeling so alone your fear of losing the baby quadrupled. The monitors were beeping too loudly. You could hear your heartbeat in your throat, your mouth, your ears, and the monitors were making it worse. Your head was pounding. Your throat was dry. Your face was wet from the tears you kept shedding without even noticing. They put in syringes upon syringes of medication in your IV, Tess’s steady voice telling you will be alright, your baby will be alright. When the beeping on the monitors calmed, you found yourself alone, still crying, still terrified of losing the baby. Your body shook from your crying, your fear, the low temperature in the ER, or whatever else. You didn’t even know anymore.

The curtain opened behind you, and even if you didn’t see him at first, you knew it was Joel. Your heart calmed immediately. You turned, and he was instantly on you. He hugged you with such gentleness and firmness all at once, and you breathed in the smell of him. He held your hands, and when you looked at him, his eyes were red. You sat up, trying to hold his face, wanting to do to him what he was doing to you, but he gently held you down, saying he’s alright. Let’s worry about you now.

There was no chair, but he stood there, next to your bed, one hand holding yours, the other stroking your hair. You would even go as far to say his strokes were loving. You felt as if things will be fine, as long as Joel was there. He repeated Tess’s words to you, telling you that all will be well, but you have to stay for a few nights, they want to make sure you were really alright before letting you go home. Your eyes were locked on his, and his on yours, and he was smiling at you despite his red eyes. You kept thanking him, and he kept shaking his head no, and that he was just very relieved you were doing alright.

The curtain was pulled open again, Tess coming in to tell you two that they were just preparing a room for you upstairs. You were stable for now, so was the baby. She told the both of you what medically happened, her theory of what led to the bleeding, what she had done to stop it, and what her plan of action was. She told Joel to go home, pack for you for a few days. His immediate response was to ask if he could keep you company, and she happily responded, yes, of course Dad.

You didn’t know why he didn’t correct her. You didn’t know why you didn’t correct her either. But deep down you knew you didn’t want to be alone, and Joel was more than willing to keep you company. And if you were being honest, you couldn’t imagine anyone else keeping you company but him.

After Tess left, Joel told you he would be right back, he was just going to go outside to the waiting room and update the score of people waiting there for you – people who were not at all related to you but had come to be your family these couple of months. He will send Maria and Tommy to get your stuff, as well as his, and he will be right back. He kissed you on the temple, a long, lingering kiss, and you closed your eyes, breathing his scent in, for stock, until he could be back by your side, certain that he was doing the same. When he let go of your hand, you missed him immediately, wishing he didn’t have to go.

Not even five seconds after he left, the curtain was pulled open again, this time from your other side, and you were greeted by the stunned face of your ex.

He looked rough. There was a bandage on his forehead, bruises all over his face, his left arm in a sling, although there was no cast. Strangely, you didn’t even feel the need to ask him what had happened to him. The you who were his girlfriend would have fussed over him, but the you that was post-Max didn’t really care. He was no longer your problem, just the way you were no longer his, as he had unthoughtfully ensured with the packing of your suitcases, throwing you out, and the hiring of lawyers and writing the cheque to ensure you never bother him again.

“Jules,” he said, almost softly. “What happened to you? Is the baby okay?”

You just took a deep breath, turned your back on him, and closed your eyes. Joel being there for a little while had calmed you down enough to rest, and you were not going to let this man’s presence take that calmness away from you.

You heard him shuffle about for a moment, as if unsure what to do next, but then he left, closing the curtain behind him.

You opened your eyes maybe an hour later, woken by the activity bustling around you, Joel’s hand back on yours, the nurses and orderlies moving you to take you to your room, He didn’t let go of your hand, quietly walking next to your bed, his eyes never leaving yours, a smile on his face.

When you were settled in your room, he took the recliner that was to be his bed for the next few nights and pushed it closer to your bed. He sat down, putting his hand through the barrier on your bedside to take your hand again. Instead of taking it, you pushed your body to one side of the bed and patted the empty space next to you. He looked deep in thought for a bit, his lips curled up in a smile, and got into bed with you. His arm immediately went under your head, and you cuddled up to him. Both of you took a deep breath and closed your eyes contentedly.

Maria, Anita and Tommy came into your room to be greeted by the sight of you two curled up together sleeping. The smiles on their faces were infectious. Maria and Anita quietly moved about, unpacking the stuff they had brought with them. Tommy shook Joel awake gently, and when Joel opened his eyes, he made a sign for everyone to keep quiet, and Tommy quietly told him they were going to come back in the evening after work. Joel nodded, mouthing thanks, before settling his arms back around you, falling back asleep.

He didn’t even blush this time.

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The two of you didn’t talk about your newfound closeness. It just went on, as if it had always been the case. It just felt… normal. He helped you out whenever you needed it, seeing as you were on strict bedrest for the next few days. You tried to draw the line when you needed the bathroom, getting the remote to call the nurse, but he just lifted you up and plopped you beside the toilet before going back out, waiting for you outside the bathroom while you took care of yourself. Once the door opened, he went straight back into courier duty and placed you back on the bed. He was always careful to avert his eyes when needed, and you found yourself enjoying his company so much.

You were both still cuddled up in bed when your visitors came that evening. Joel stayed in bed with you throughout, and no one batted an eye, even though Frank was obviously trying very hard not to, his eyes twinkling at you, seeming so happy at your relaxed state.

Frank told you that you will be working from home until further notice. He will send you your work via email or send them to you personally. But you needn’t worry about losing your job. You heaved a sigh of relief at that. Anita said she will stay with Joel as long as she needed to, so she could cook for you. You tried to protest, but seriously, her warning looks were starting to scare you. They hung out with the two of you for a bit, laughing and joking, everyone generally just relieved you and the baby will be alright. Joel got out of the bed to walk his mama out, and as Maria was hugging you, she whispered that you look much happier than she had ever seen you. Please let him be there for you. You never know. And with a wink and a cheeky smile, she left.

After they had gone, Joel went downstairs to get himself some dinner. You were absentmindedly scrolling through your Netflix choices trying to decide what to watch when your dinner got sent to the room. When the door opened, you looked at it excitedly, thinking it was Joel.

It was Max.

He looked a bit more put together than this morning, but still very much injured.

You switched the TV off and gave him a resigned look. What the fuck does he want now?

“I asked you if you were okay this morning. You didn’t answer me.”

You just shrugged. You were seriously done with this man. Not only did he cheat on you, but he also kicked you out without so much as a second thought, let his new girlfriend slap you across your face in broad daylight and call you so many names that should’ve been her own, and paid you off to get out of being the father of your child. You hadn’t bothered him at all since you signed those papers. Not one peep. And here he was, returning to the hospital after you had decidedly ignored him this morning.

“What, do I not even exist to you anymore? You’re gonna ignore me? That’s my child in there. I have the right to know.”

Your eyes snapped back at him. So hard, he actually looked shocked at the aggression of such a little act.

“Your baby, Max? I thought I was whoring around? How do you know this baby is yours? And even if they were, you made it quite clear you didn’t want to have anything to do with them didn’t you? Paid me off like I’m some cheap hooker you slept with once. You got your wish didn’t you? I signed the damned papers. This baby is not your responsibility. I am no longer your responsibility. So, please get the fuck out.”

“Jules, we were together for ten years. Are you really saying you were capable of throwing me out of your life in a split second? Come on…”

You were seething. You wanted to say everything that came to your head to him. How HE was the one to throw you out like you didn’t matter, all for some young, vapid bimbo who brought his morning coffee for him. But the monitor started beeping, your heart rate and blood pressure were climbing. Your stomach began cramping again, and you decided to stay quiet.

Joel came back in at that moment, carrying takeout bags in his hands. Max scoffed.

“Ah… I see why you don’t need me anymore now. You have him now huh? We’ve only been broken up for like two months, and you’ve already moved on? Gimme a break!”

Joel took a step towards Max, his face rigid with anger.

“Get out, before I add to your face décor there Max.”

Joel was a lot bigger than Max. You could see the fear in his eyes at the prospect of the man putting his much larger hands on him. He pulled himself together and looked at you.

“This uncivilized neanderthal is who you’re moving on with? Good luck babe. You’ll be lucky if you get out alive.”

He moved towards the door, Joel keeping the door open for him to leave. Max looked at Joel one last time before spitting out,

“And you, Miller. Have you no shame? How many men’s leftovers and spawns were you going to go after? I know all about you and Laura, Joel. Have some dignity for fuck’s sake.”

Joel shut the door in his face.

The monitors wouldn’t stop beeping. Joel came to you, placing the takeout bags on the chair before holding you close. He kept asking if you were alright. You were hyperventilating a little bit, your hand on your belly. You kept your face in his chest, taking deep breaths at his instructions, matching your breathing to his. He pressed the call button so many times it was in danger of popping off.

Tess and the nurses came in. Joel told them what happened, and Tess immediately administered some more drugs into your IV. You didn’t feel the cramping anymore, your eyes got heavier and heavier.

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You woke up a couple of hours later, the room dim, only one light illuminating it. You were drowsy, but oh so hungry. Joel was slumped next to you, sat on the recliner, his head on the bed, his hand holding yours. He was awake, just looking at you with soft eyes.

“Hello.”

You giggled like a schoolgirl. He kissed your hand and asked if you’re thirsty. You nodded. He got you some water, lifting the bed up so you can sit up to drink. Then, he sat next to your hips, and spoon fed you your dinner, cold now, but you were so hungry you would take anything. After he cleaned up, he sat on the chair, crossed his arms on the bed, placed his chin on his hands, and took a deep breath.

“You want to talk to me about him?”

You turned your body around to face him. You took a deep breath yourself and told him everything.

How you two had met, how you thought you were so in love, how you two built a life together, how much you supported him and how much he, in turn, supported you, or so you thought. How he used your ambitions against you, how he threw you out with little regard, how he had cheated on you, gaslit you, and refused the responsibility of being your child’s father.

Joel knew all this. Tommy and Maria had told him, heck, he was even witness to the gaslighting when you went to tell Max you were pregnant, but he listened anyway. He liked listening to you.

But that was not what you wanted to tell him. You told him how you really felt after the breakup. How at first, you were shocked, how you didn’t see this coming. You had never even suspected he had been having an affair. You didn’t know if he was really that good at hiding the affair, or if you didn’t care enough to pay attention to it. Or did you care but were too busy?

You were shocked that he said he wanted a wife material. This was the man who supported your hopes and dreams of having a PhD. Did he think you were just going to work your ass off to get one, and then stay at home and serve him? If so, he was not the man you thought you were in love with. But when you thought about it further, you now saw the red flags that you had previously just attributed to Max being Max.

You worked three jobs to make ends meet at one point, while he worked one. No discussion. But that’s alright, he was also going to school, you thought.

But when he wanted to focus, he just told you he wanted to quit the job. No discussion. All the expenses would now fall on you, but that’s alright. He needed that to happen to finish school.

When he couldn’t get a job, he just told you that you two needed to move. No discussion. You had to quit your job, and start again from scratch, but that’s alright. He needed to move to get a good job.

When his job wasn’t paying as much as he thought it would, he just told you that you needed to get another job again, this time while doing your masters degree. No discussion. But that’s alright. You will reap the benefits later once you got a better paying job.

When the company went under, he just told you that he needed the seed money. No discussion. You wiped out your savings for that seed money, but he will pay you back when his company grows.

When his company got successful, and you were doing your PhD, he suggested you quit your job. At the time, you were happy, thinking that he was just helping you out now, since you had helped him out back then, but now that you thought about it, it was never so that you could focus. It was so that you would have more time for him.

How many times had he made plans for the both of you without consulting you? Where you had to just pack up and leave for a vacation where he didn’t spend a single second with you, but networking instead? How many times had he just come home with guests and asked you to cook dinner as if you had been sitting around doing nothing all day? How many times had he complained about the messy house when you had been too busy at school to clean daily, but then refused to hire help?

Every time you would fight about these things, he would buy you nice things. When you told him all you wanted was his time and attention, he kept promising it would come to that, just a little bit longer, but then every time a target was achieved, he would set a higher target. You were never a priority. It was just not how you saw your life would be with him. But there you were. His little housewife, there to serve him whenever the need arose. You just didn’t see it. You became a reluctant rich man’s girlfriend, one that didn’t suit his needs, apparently. And all those times before that, you were in a one-sided relationship that greatly benefited him, but often a sacrifice to you.

You told Joel that despite the mess you had found yourself in after the breakup, you were thankful. You had time for yourself, you were doing what you had always wanted, and you felt as if you were getting to know yourself again.

But seeing Max today made you feel as if all the time you had spent working on yourself these past few months were wasted. What was the point of him coming at you like that? He won. He got what he wanted, why come back and gaslight you further?

You took a deep breath and looked at Joel. He was still listening, attentively looking at you, but not interrupting or offering anything to add. He took your hand in his, and stroked it gently, telling you how sorry he was that Max had come by to see you and making you feel like this.

You felt better. Lighter. Happier. Like a load had been lifted. Just by telling him all this.

But you needed to know.

It’s now or never.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Who’s Laura?”

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You expected him to snap at you, recoil from you, ignore you, stand up and leave. Anything that said it was none of your business. Instead, he took a deep breath, nudged your knees up, took the side barrier down, his shoes off, and sat cross legged across from you on the bed.

He met Laura on his first job after taking over the company from his late father. She had been a client, but they had kept in touch after. She asked him out after less than a year, and he was smitten. He had never been in love before, and Laura was beautiful, funny and sexy as hell. He was in his early twenties, and so was she. She was working at the call centre in town and was absolutely head over heels for him.

He and Tommy were making a very steady income. At the age of 24, he had managed to buy his first house, a nice one, too. He was going to ask her to move in with him, when she told him she was pregnant. She expressed her desire to be a stay-at-home mom. He quickly agreed, even going so far as proposing to her, blindly in love and excited at the prospect of becoming a father. She said yes, moved in, and their life as an expecting, betrothed couple began.

A few days later, they lost the baby.

They were devastated, but picked themselves up, and decided to move on, try again another day. But Joel could tell Laura was down. So, he spoiled her, taking her on nice vacations, buying her nice things, all the branded stuff her little heart desired. She was happy again. Before he even realized what was going on, she went crazy with her spending. Shopping every single week, taking trips to big cities just for that purpose. But Joel was in love, and she had just lost their baby, so he let her do whatever she wanted.

Tommy and his mama though, were wary. She was spending way too much money. They advised Joel to invest, a way to make side income should anything happen. So, he purchased the apartment building with Tommy for cheap. It was a great deal, repossessed by the bank for lack of payment by the previous owner. The brothers used their knowledge and expertise to fix it and turned it into smaller apartments to maximize profits. Joel had to use a huge chunk of his savings, a move Laura didn’t appreciate, especially since Joel had gently reminded her that they had to cut down, he wanted to build up his savings again. Perhaps she could tone the shopping down? Laura began to change. Staying out for longer, partying every night, coming home drunk in the wee hours. She refused to talk to him, and the sex was dwindling. Joel thought that if he worked harder, take on bigger projects, maybe she would be happy again. Be back to the way they were.

So, when they took on that project with the housing development, things were looking up. The money they would have made would have meant their finances would be great for a while. At the promise of bigger and greater things, Laura began to tone down on her partying and shopping ways. Joel genuinely thought they were days away from being the happy couple that they were.

But the developer ran off. And Miller Construction, a small company to begin with, was out a ton of money. They had no choice but to close shop. But they had some savings, and the apartment building they had wisely bought brought in some steady income, it being at a prime location. There was one catch though. With his income being a lot smaller than it used to be and less prospect of good money coming in as it once did, Joel had to sell the house. They had to move into the renovated apartment in the complex.

Laura was not happy with the downsize. The first six months living there, she acted out. She was spending more and more money, putting Joel in debt every month from excessive credit card charges. She was back to her partying ways. She was hardly ever home. The bedroom was dead. Every time Joel brought up marriage, she scoffed. She made fun of him, telling him he could hardly afford to feed her, how could he talk about marriage? And yet, she continued her spending spree. Tommy and Anita suggested she go back to work to help Joel out. She laughed in their faces. Joel was at his wits end. He didn’t know what to do.

One day, she just stopped partying. She was home more. She initiated sex with Joel again, and announced she was pregnant a month later. Joel was ecstatic. He had always wanted to be a father, thankful for a second chance. He opened a small workshop, taking in orders for custom made furniture, which quickly became popular among the locals. He needed to make more money. He’s having a baby.

But Laura was different. After her pregnancy announcement, the bedroom was dead again. She made him sleep in a different room. She wouldn’t let him touch her at all. She wouldn’t share anything about her pregnancy with him. He was working day and night trying to make money for them, and she blamed the fact that she had never invited him to her doctor’s appointments on his absence. He wasn’t allowed to even touch her fast-growing belly. He was kept completely out of the loop.

As her pregnancy progressed, he asked her about marriage again, dismissing her coldness towards him as hormonal changes. He had heard that pregnant women react differently, their bodies were changing. Not everyone was the same. But he still hoped that all will be alright once the baby was born. Again, she laughed at him, asking him why he thought that was a good idea. He was never around. Too busy working to be a good husband, she said. And for what? Not like he was bringing home the money he used to. When that happened, they could talk marriage again. Joel made a basinet for the baby, and when he presented it to her, she stormed out, telling him her baby was not going to sleep in a cheap handmade basinet. She didn’t come home for a full two weeks, telling him she was spending the nights at her friend’s place. She needed space.

Ever the patient man, Joel relented.

When she went into labour, the hospital called him, but she kicked him out of the delivery room after spending the entire labour process screaming at him. The baby was almost a full month early, and Joel was terrified for the safety of his fiancé and baby. When the baby was born, Joel, smiling, with a huge bouquet of flowers and balloons, walked into her room, only to find her holding a full-term baby who was very obviously not his, a man he had never met smiling next to his fiancé, taking pictures of the baby.

She didn’t even answer his questions. She kicked him out, telling him she will send someone to get her stuff. He had to hear from Tommy that she had been sleeping with the owner of the night club she frequented, and that when she found out she was pregnant, he had dumped her, sending her running back to Joel. But the guy changed his mind when the due date was near. She had been using Joel as a backup plan, and tossed him aside as soon as the child’s father had taken her back in.

To add salt to his wound, Laura later confessed to him that she had been sleeping around since the beginning of their relationship, the initial pregnancy that led him to propose may not even had been his. But she agreed to move in with him, accepting his proposal because he was the good guy, the one whom ladies were supposed to choose, and not the bad boys with no prospect she had been fooling around with. She had played him from the start.

Joel spiraled after that. Drinking his sorrows away every night, hardly able to function. It took some very serious intervention from Tommy, Anita and Maria to get him back on his feet. He had kept to himself after that, spending his time with family only. Tommy had tried to set him up with ladies since, but apart from a few one-night stands, Joel found that he had no interest in starting anything up with anyone ever again.

That was, until you moved in.

When he looked up at you, your face was wet with tears, as was his. The sudden realisation as to why he had been acting the way he had with you had your heart melting and feeling heavy at the same time.

The way he was so guarded with you, never sharing or talking much, but made himself available to you in case he was needed.

How reluctant he was to take your money.

The way he kept an eye on you, but from a distance, never wanting to smother you.

How emotional he got when you shared the ultrasound session with him.

How upset he was at the prospect of you losing the baby.

How happy he was when you let him in.

You asked him one question. “Why me?”

There was something in you that he recognized. Maybe it was your vulnerability, or the fact that you were unceremoniously tossed aside without much thought like he was, but he knew that the way you got back up after such a sudden fall spurred something in him. The fact that you tried so hard not to rely on anyone else. That you were strong enough not to wallow after all that had been done to you. That you were carving a way to better yourself despite your circumstances.

“Also, you are hotttttttt……” he said, exaggerating his facial expression.

That last bit had you bent double with laughter. When you finally caught your breath again, he was still smiling at you, fondness in his eyes. You laid back down, gesturing for him to join you. You both laid there, face to face, and you asked him.

“Why are you so nice to me, Joel?”

“Don’t you know?” he asked softly, his eyes studying your face, flickering to your lips.

“I’m so scared. I don’t want to get hurt again. It’s not just me this time. There’s a baby involved.”

“Me too. But I think, I’m ready to give it one more try. And when you are too, if you are interested in me like that, whenever that may be, I will be right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that, you closed your eyes, and snuggled up into his neck, and promptly fell asleep.

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Both of you woke up to someone clearing their throat loudly. You opened your eyes to find some nurses at the foot of your bed, one in particular looking amused and disgruntled at the same time.

“The bed is for patients, Mr Miller. Not clingy fathers to be,” the elderly nurse said, eyes glinting.

You both laughed, Joel giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. After the preliminary checks from the nurses, he helped you get ready for the day, eating breakfast together; him the breakfast he bought from downstairs, and you, the meal the hospital provided.

By the time Tess and her band of interns came in, you both were bright eyed and ready for whatever news she had for you. When the image of your baby appeared on the ultrasound, you felt Joel’s lips on your temple again and again, this time with his hand stroking your hair, his other one squeezing yours so tightly. Tess wanted to keep you in the hospital for a few more days, but she wanted you to know in advance that you would be required to limit your movements for a while. So, walking the miles to work and climbing five flights of stairs to your study were strictly prohibited, earning you a pointed look from Joel. You foresaw this, and so did Frank. It’s a good job he had already arranged for you to work from home. It looked like working on your coffee table would have to do.

Oh, Tess added, also, sex is off the table for a while.

You and Joel pretended to be busy looking at the monitor, ears red and face flushed.

The next morning, after your check up, Anita came in, Joel telling you he had to go to the workshop to get some work done, only leaving after giving you a good long hug, his lips pressed firmly into your hairline the whole time. He would be back in the evening, he said. Anita brought some crocheting with her, teaching you how to crochet while chit chatting with you easily throughout the day. Joel came back after office hours with Tommy and dinner, before Tommy took Anita home. Maria and Anita took turns keeping you company the next few days, Joel leaving strict instructions that you were not to be left alone, fearing Max will return, not wanting to risk you having another stressful episode while you were on your own. Even Frank and Bill took a shift or two, both fearing that you will lose the baby if the man Bill had come to know as the madman should make an appearance.

When Joel returned every evening, he looked so tired, but so happy at the same time. He told you about a special order at the workshop. He didn’t want to leave you, but this order was rushed, and he couldn’t afford to wait to complete it. You told him not to worry. There’s a whole village of people keeping an eye on you right there. You told him he didn’t even need to spend the nights with you, but he shushed you at that, hugging you tight, telling you that THAT, was not an option. You giggled and hugged him right back, letting him rest, knowing that he will have to get up earlier than usual to avoid another lecture from Nurse Grumpy Pants.

By Saturday, you were allowed to go home. Joel carried you from his truck into the apartment building. You protested the whole time, telling him ONE flight of stairs is fine Joel!! You can walk!! Nope. You are on house arrest missy, he said.

You and Joel hadn’t talked about what you two were to each other since the night he talked about Laura. All you knew was that you missed him when he was not around you, and it seemed that he did too. He had spent every night holding you close in the hospital bed, despite the protests of the nurses, refusing to let you go, making up for the fact that he was gone during the day working. Despite this, he had been rather refrained. His hands always around you or on your waist, but never wandered elsewhere, not even your belly. His eyes were always averted when you might be less than decently dressed, but you knew he was interested… you could feel his… very generous interest pressed up against you sometimes. But he would always take the interest away from you as soon as he was awake to realize what was happening, apologising for it having a dirty mind of its own.

You want him, you really do. But it’s only been two months since the man you’d spent the last ten years with dumped you. The fear of you going into this too fast while pregnant and hormonal was real. What if you were only feeling this way because you were terrified of being alone again after so long? What if you were only feeling like this because he was the first man who paid attention to you after Max? What if you’re only feeling this way because the prospect of being a single mother was too terrifying to think of? And to add salt to the wound, you were pregnant with someone else’s baby, and with Joel’s history with Laura, you feared that he would wake up one day and change his mind about you. What if he left when the reality of the whole situation dawned on him? That he was, once again, with a woman who was carrying a baby that was not his? What if he thought you were using him too? The last thing you wanted was for him to see you as a mistake. So, you held your tongue, and let things fall where they may.

That night, after dinner, everyone helped clean up and one by one, said good night. Joel made sure you were ready for bed, tucked you in and kissed you good night. After he left, you tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Sleep evaded you. Maybe you had slept too much during your hospital stay? You laid in the dark blinking up at the ceiling, counting sheep and whatever else you could think of, trying hard to fall asleep, but to no avail. You looked at your phone, the clock showing that it was almost 1 am. You decided to test your luck, and texted Joel.

“You up?”

Almost immediately, he replied “yes”.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

“Want to come up for a movie?”

He went offline. Within seconds you heard his door open and close, his heavy footsteps running up the stairs, keys jingling, and your door opening. He shut the door and took the three steps to your bed. You opened your duvet up for him, and he joined you, arms immediately going around your body, lips kissing your hairline. Both of you laid there, just breathing in one another, movie be darned.

“Couldn’t sleep without you. You spoiled me,” he murmured.

“I spoiled you? I’m the one lying awake cause my human heater is not there.”

He chuckled. “Is this weird? We can stop if it is.”

“Then I’d be awake all night every night. I need rest you know. Tess said so.”

“Well, we can’t have that.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable and familiar silence, before dozing off in almost no time at all.

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When you woke up Sunday morning, Joel wasn’t there. But somehow, you didn’t feel panicked or disappointed, apart from the fact that you were no longer in his arms. You just knew he wouldn’t just leave for no reason. You felt it in your bones. This was a good man.

You were contemplating what to have for breakfast after getting ready for your day, being careful to take it slow, when you hear a soft knock on your door. Joel was standing there, a smile on his face.

“Special delivery!” he said, motioning for you to move out of the way.

He and Tommy came in, carrying a heavy looking work desk into your room, placing it against the window, before going back out, and coming back in with a bookshelf between the two of them.

“What do you think?” Joel asked, rather nervously, while Tommy went back out to the truck, quickly coming back up with a sturdy looking study chair on wheels.

You didn’t speak for a good five minutes. You stared at your new study corner, looking at the three pieces of furniture in front of you. They were definitely not from Ikea. They looked sturdy, of good quality, and… handmade.

You looked at Joel. He was just looking at you, that nervous look still on his face. Tommy was smiling, looking between you and his brother, before giving him a pat on his back and turning to leave. You were still speechless, only remembering to say thank you to Tommy after he had disappeared behind the door.

The special order at his workshop. The rushed one. The one he worked on every single day this week.

“Frank said you needed to work from home for a while. I don’t want you hunching over the low coffee table. Can’t be good for your back,” he said, one hand fidgeting with his other, eyes not looking at you. “This way, you can do both your job and your schoolwork right here, no need to climb five flights of stairs. And maybe, if you feel comfortable, since you shouldn’t be going up to the study anyway, we can move your stuff here, and you don’t have to pay for the rent anymore. Save you some money.”

This man was doing all this for you, thought about your well-being, wanting you to be safe, and all while being supportive of your work, your studies.

“Joel…” was all you could say.

“Is this okay? Did I go overboard?”

You took the two steps needed to get to him, took his face in your hands, got onto your tippy toes, and slanted your lips against his.

He was stunned for a while, lips not moving against yours.

Oh shit. Did he not want this? Did you read him wrong? You took a step back, panic starting to fill your face.

Before you could say anything else, he took a step forward, took your face gently in his hands, and brought your face to his, resuming the kiss. Your lips moved together, his lips soft, so soft against yours. You sighed against them. He placed his hands on your waist, slanted his head a little more, taking your top and bottom lips between his own, letting them get to know each other well. He ran his tongue tentatively against one of them, and you whimpered helplessly, hoping he would deepen the kiss. But he didn’t, keeping the slow, delicate exploration to just your lips, before pulling back, a little breathless.

You felt lightheaded. You didn’t know if it was the fact that you just got out of the hospital, or because you had been standing up for longer than you had in a week, or if it was traces of nausea, but either way, your knees were weak, and when you opened your eyes, you found your hands clutching onto his shirt with white knuckles, holding onto him for dear life.

When he kissed you again, you got your answer.

You had never been kissed like this. Even without deepening the kiss, Joel kissed you with more passion than you had ever experienced from any man. The way he held you, his hands not wandering, but firm and sturdy on your waist. You felt his sincerity, his patience, his respect. He held true to his promise at the hospital. When YOU were ready.

After that kiss, he held you against him, his forehead on yours, his eyes closed.

“I take it you like them?”

Huh? Oh… the furniture.

“I love them. Thank you, Joel.” You took a closer look at them. You can understand why his workshop was doing well. The craftsmanship was excellent, even you can tell. Not a line out of place, not a wobble. They were expertly finished, even if the designs were simple.

“I didn’t know what your personal style might be, and I had a time limit, so I kept it simple. But if you want something different, we could make changes later on,” he said. “I just wanted you to have a place to work as soon as possible. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Joel… this seems expensive… I don’t know if I can…” but your words were interrupted by his stern eyebrow lift, eerily like Anita’s, so you stopped talking. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Joel. I love them. I really appreciate this.”

You hugged him, breaking the hug only to kiss him chastely on his lips, just as another knock graced your door. Anita, Tommy and Maria came in, breakfast in their hands. The four of you ate breakfast together. Anita told you that you were not to cook for at least another two weeks. She will take care of it. You opened your mouth to argue that she was working on a recently healed broken foot but thought better of it when her eyes snapped towards you. The other three couldn’t help but laugh, saying that you are one of them now, you have received the death stare.

You laid down after breakfast, your body not quite 100% after Monday’s incident. Joel laid down with you, wanting to be close to you. As you laid there chit chatting, your hand unconsciously wandered to your small bump, stroking it slightly. You didn’t miss Joel’s eyes following your hand movements. You took his hand and placed it on your bump. He broke into a smile, looking at you for permission, before rubbing his hand over it, looking so happy your heart expanded as his smile got wider and wider.

“Hi Baby Bean, this is Joel. He has been taking care of me,” you said, your hand over his. “You want to say hi, Joel?”

He looked at you disbelievingly. “You’d be okay with that?”

You nodded. He moved his body lower so that his face is nearer to your bump, hand never leaving it.

“Hi Baby Bean,” he said softly, his voice slightly cracking. “I’m Joel. I’m a friend of your mommy’s.”

You listened to him talk to your bump, your one hand staying on his, the other stroking his hair, his voice lulling you to sleep.

Joel spent the next hour talking to your Baby Bean before falling asleep himself, his hand never leaving your bump, the widest smile on his face.

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Part 4

[hauntingkiki]

HII!!! can i request Venture with pregnant reader? how will they react finding out shes pregnant? headcanons on them taking care of her throughout the pregnancy, giving birth, etc? Even them taking care of the baby later on!! and Venture parent headcanons in general!! sorry if it’s a lot, i’m just thinking of Venture as a parent!! SO CUTE!!! love ur writing btw!!

OMG AWWW YES! this is so cute! and it’s not a lot dwdw!! and thank you! i’m glad you enjoy reading my work!

Venture x Pregnant! Reader

Overwatch

2nd POV

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- i want to start this off by giving a quick headcanon!!(idk if ive said it already) but i TOTALLY believe that sloan has a huge family, and i mean HUGE. bunch of brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews, so they’ve ‘experienced’ what it’s like to have someone who’s pregnant

- but anyways, into the request!

- so! a few weeks after the two of you got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, sloan noticed that you were a little…off?

- something didn’t sit right with them, but they kind of shrugged it off to ‘it’s been a while, and we both have shitty sleep schedules; it’s probably that’ and they went to work

- you knew something was wrong, so you took a pregnancy test from the bathroom

- ^ the girls in sloan’s family gave some tests for you just in case

- but anyways, you took the test, patiently waited the three minutes and-

- you were pregnant.

- sloan got home a few hours later, and you told them you made a discovery while they were at work. sloan’s mind immediately clicked to you finding a geo in the backyard but they closed their eyes, and opened them to reveal a positive pregnancy test!

- they were so happy!! started crying tears of joy while they peppered you in kisses and engulfed you into so many hugs!

- when you’d have really bad morning sickness, sloan would hold your hair back and just sit with you on the bathroom floor

- they know you’re going through a lot, and you’re going to go through more as the months go on, so they’ll accommodate to your every need:)

- one of my irl pookies gave me a headcanon😳 she said, “venture the typa parent to act ike theyre calm and collected the whole pregnancy but constantly freak out and worry about their partner” WHICH I SO AGREE ON!

- even though sloan went through this multiple times, they’re so stressed out because it’s YOU! their partner!!

- you’d be in bed, upset about something then sloan will come to the rescue!

“don’t worry, i’ll go get you something!” *stands completely still*

*in disbelief while tears are STREAMING down your face* “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“I-I DONT KNOWWW!”

- they panic so much cause they don’t want to make you more upset or anything:)

- sloan tries their HARDEST to not make you mad at them, but it just ends up with you crying because of how sweet they are towards you

- whenever you have a new craving, sloan is so down to try it. a good 70% of the times they like them! but the other 30%…never again.

- have you seen those cute gender reveals where it’s just the parents and they cut the cake? yall did that

- this and this tiktok are MY FAVORITE GENDER REVEALS EVERRR!! and it’s EXACTLY how i imagine it!!(kinda)

- the two of you were somewhere pretty, like a lake, flower garden or a beautiful meadow! and you two had the cake in front of you, the glasses in hand.

- little oneshot real quick for this😳:

“you ready?” sloan muttered, hands shaking as they held the beautiful champagne glass that was going to cut the cake to reveal the gender.

you nodded faintly, heart hammering against your chest. your hands shook violently, your wedding ring tapping against the glass, a faint ding sound ringed through the glass.

the two of you hovered over the cake, both glasses clinking together.

“i’m so scared.” you sighed, your voice cracking as tears stung your eyes.

sloan brought their fee hand up to your face, caressing your cheek before letting their hand rest on your arm. “it’s okay!” they reassured with a chuckle, rubbing their thumb across your forearm.

sighing, you nodded, the two of you closing your eyes and pressing down into the cake, pulling your glasses up once they were filled with cake.

“okay.” sloan chuckled, rolling their shoulders. “3…2…1…”

the two of you opened your eyes, you bursting into tears while you dropped your glass into your lap, the frosting staining your dress.

sloan let out a breath, eyes wide as they examined the glass in their hands before leaning it against the cake, pulling you into a hug as they two of you cried tears of joy.

it was a girl.

- once sloan found out you two were having a baby girl, they went on an outfit shopping spree; buying everything that they found cute for her.

- months have past and you were going to name your baby girl, d/n (daughter name), but, you were trying to figure out what she was going to call sloan when she starts talking

- you were looking for gender neutral titles for your lover, before sloan walked into the living room and sat next to you, unaware of what you were doing

- they turned to you the same time you turned to them, a sad look on your face as you open your mouth but sloan beats you to the punch

“…i’m going to be a dad.”

- your due date inching closer, the stress was getting to both of you. both of you were ready to see this baby but, what the fuck do you do?

- sloan backed a backpack full of necessities and left it in the car a month prior, so you were good there. the nursery was all set with everything the baby needed, baby monitor was also installed, stroller was purchased- the list went on

- then, it happened.

- as soon as the words “my water broke” left your lips, sloan suddenly locked in and knew what to do

- it all happened so fast, one minute you were in your apartment then the next you were in the hospital

- while sloan and you were waiting for you to be fully dilated, they helped you do some stretches and get your mind somewhat off of the pain, which helped a ton

- they held your hand the entire time, not letting go at all. they held your hand when you were getting your medication for the pain relief, and when you were pushing- they were at your side the whole time

- when you were pushing, you were expecting them to pass out, but they didn’t (you weren’t super surprised since they’ve been through this before)

- constant words of encouragement from them! they’d also give you small pecks on the lips during your breaks before kissing the top of your head

- then, many hours of pushing, the baby had arrived

- sloan started bawling the second they saw her, obviously letting you hold her first as the two of you cried happily together

- when you passed d/n off to sloan, you were a little nervous, but they did fantastic holding your baby

- while you were getting some sleep after the birth, they were just holding her. their mind was blown that they were a father, a parent!

- when they were getting sleepy too, they joined you on the small ass hospital bed, but they let you be practically on top of them, so it was a win in their book LMAO

- i think that’s all the pregnancy head canons😓 so let’s dive into the general parenting headcanons!

- they’re 100% playing in the dirt with your daughter, looking for rocks, worms, and other critters and surprises

- d/n definitely got sloan’s love for rocks and nature, she’s constantly begging her father if they can go outside

- you two hardly get mad at her, since she’s such an easy kid

- sloan deffo limited the amount of trips for work, only going on week long trips instead of month+ trips, but as she got older and more mature, they started going back to work again

- the wayfinder’s absolutely ADORE HER! she calls everyone aunty/uncle there and they treat her like she’s family(she basically is)

- if you and sloan want to go on a date night, sloan would drop her off and they’d happily take her in:)

- as she got older, sloan and her got more into archeology; them telling her all about their adventures and even about overwatch too!

- oh, and (mostly) everyone at overwatch loves her too

- rein, ana, and sigma have honorably taken grandparent titles

- they would so want to give her a quinceañera when she’s 15 (since mexican from sloan), but they won’t force her to have one if she doesn’t want one

- they’ll speak spanish to/around her, that way she can get familiar with the language and she can communicate with family members who only speak spanish

- and you do the same too! if you speak another language, that is

- they’re the overprotective parent when it comes to dating/boys

- if she wanted to have a sleepover with 10 friends, they’d so let her! sure, you’d probably get a little upset, but sloan would help feed them and clean up after them:)

- but, overall, they just really love their little girl. they’re so happy to have a family, especially with you!

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THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoyed!:)

[dollyhao]

ameliorate; to make better

pairing: dina x reader

summary: dina is overwhelmed by all the things that happened in seattle…. and ellie, and being a single mother doesn’t make it any easier. when a sweet woman comes to make her life easier...better.

toni's note: there's nothing to warn about besides a bit angst, it doesn't really get angsty till the next part. im hoping i can make this into 3 parts. thank you for 800 followers by the way!

word count: 1k

you hear the sound of a wailing baby as you make your way back home, you follow the sound. you cant be too sure about these kinda things, what if something bad happened. you stumble upon dina rocking baby jj in a rocking chair on her porch, shushing him trying to console him. dina looks tired and overwhelmed, dark circles under her eyes and unbrushed hair.

you approach her gently not wanting to startle her, “hey, can i try?” you give her a gentle smile pointing at jj. dina tucks a piece of hair behind her ear nodding, “y-yea sure. you can try, hes been crying a lot lately.” you reach for jj bouncing and rocking in a comforting rhythm, chanting soft shushes. jj quiets down letting out a calm gurgle. you look back up at dina seeing her rub her hands down her face in an exhausted manner.

she chuckles, “i cant even get my son to be quiet let alone sleep, ellie was really good at that..” she puts her elbows on her knees putting her face in her hands. you stay quiet letting her have her moment, still rocking jj as he starts to doze off. dina seems to regroup, looking back up at you curiously, “would you like to come in? its getting cold out here.” dina offers standing up. “yea, thanks.”

dina walks into the house and you follow, “no. thank you. i appreciate what you did. “ “where’s his bed?” you ask now that jj is fast asleep. “he sleeps with me, the room is down the hall.” you go to the room, laying jj down, making sure hes comfortable before leaving the room. dina is in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea, “would you like some?” she glances at you over her shoulder. “yes please.” you stand awkwardly, hands in your back pockets swaying a little. she nods over to the living room with 2 cups in her hands. you follow taking a seat on the couch as she hands you a cup.

you thank her, taking a sip. “are you new to jackson? i dont remember ever seeing you before.” you chuckle, “no im not new, ive been here for years now.” you give a shy smile. “oh im sorry, i cant believe ive never noticed you.” “its fine. i preferred to stay to myself anyway. i work at the school. im a teacher,” you sit your cup down looking at her, “i always wanted to approach you, i thought you were beautiful. but you were dating jesse and then after you and jesse broke up, you and ellie made a nice little scene at the party.” you chuckle watching her face flush slightly. “also, im sorry about jesse…. and ellie.” she nods, quiet for a minute before replying. “thank you, for the jesse and ellie thing… and for calling me beautiful.” you smile at her.

you look outside seeing how dark it was getting, “i should get going.” you say standing up. dina stands up too, “thank you again. he probably would’ve cried through the night.” “of course, just let me know if you need my help again. ill be happy to help.” you walk backwards as you talk smiling at her until you run into a wall. “ah, shit..” you say rubbing the back of your head. dina laughs and follows you to the door as you turn around and walk correctly. “ill be sure to ask for your help again.” she says giving you a soft, genuine smile.

a week later, you walk into the dining hall as maria is walking out, “hey maria, is there anything you needed from me?” you wanted to make sure there wasn’t something you were suppose to be doing that you forgot about. “no. nothing that i can remember. im about to take this to dina, i wanna make sure shes staying fed.” “ill take it to her!” you say a little too eagerly for your taste. for the last week, you’ve been trying to find any excuse to visit dina and jj when you weren’t busy. dina doesn’t seem to ever object to the company. she appreciates you coming around and talking to her and playing with the baby. so when this opportunity pops up, of course your gonna take it. “let me grab myself a plate and ill take hers to her.” you say taking the plate out her hands. “well ok. thank you.” you smile before walking away.

you get to dina’s door knocking with the two plates in your hands. dina opens the door looking a little breathless, “oh, hey.” she gives you one of her soft smiles shes been giving you quite a lot. “hey, i brought you food. not sure if you ate or not.” “right.. food. i definitely forgot to eat. “ she says rubbing a hand through her hair. she gives another small smile, but this one doesn’t reach her eyes. “thats ok. i have food for you, lets not dwell to much on a honest mistake. k?” she nods. you hear a baby cry in the background, “i see you have two plates. wanna come in and eat? i was just feeding jj.” “id love to” you respond walking in.

you guys walk to the dining table where you find jj in a high chair. “hey baby boy!” you say tickling his belly, he lets out a squeal/giggle. you and dina sit on either sides of him after a minute, you see dina subtly go to smell herself. she lets out a wince, “um do you mind feeding him while i go take a shower.” you nod, “of course.” you say as you slide his food bowl over to yourself. you give dina a reassuring smile letting her know its ok.

when dina gets out the shower and is dressed, she walks in the living room while brushing her hair seeing you and jj on the carpet in her living room playing. she smiles, it felt good being able to enjoy a shower without rushing out to jj. she trusts you with jj almost the way she trusted ellie with him. yall look her way, both you and jj smiling at her. she comes and joins, both of you enjoying the sweet giggles of the cute baby.

(part 1)

[aliceyed]

Perfect

summary: after a shitty date you cry about it to your bestfriend, beomgyu.

warnings: kissing, cursing, horny ass dude.

pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: bestfriends to lovers

"how do I look?" you said while walking out of the bathroom.

beomgyu who was lying on your bed looked up from his phone, "eh, you look fine."

you rolled your eyes, "you said that about the last 4 outfits can you please help me choose the perfect one." walking over to your vanity table you attempted to fix your hair a little when beomgyu walked over to you tucking stray strands of hair behind you ear.

"okok, im sorry. you looked stunning in all of the outfits, i think even if you wore a trash bag to your date you would look gorgeous."

your stomach did something weird, it always happened when you hung out with beomgyu. you know you probably had feelings for him but there was no chance he liked you back, besides he said he only saw you as a sister. so to cope with this you tried to take your mind off him by going on dates with random guys (really stupid coping mechanism).

coming back to reality you slapped his arm, "stop lying to me."

laughing a bit he replied, "im really not lying, but i think you should go with this outfit." picking up your phone you see your date texted you saying he was already at your door to pick you up. quickly grabbing your bag you rush to your door and compose yourself before opening the door.

your date who shall not be named (im lazy to think of a name), looks you up and down, "looking good babe, ready to go?"

you felt slightly uncomfortable but tried to smile and nod your head.

basically long story short, the date was horrible. you went to a nice restaurant, where your self absorbed date was practically throwing himself at you the whole time trying to kiss you. he just made you feel really uncomfortable the whole time and to top it all off he forgot to bring his wallet and you ended up paying for the whole date. you just wanted to get home.

when the both of you got in his car he put his hand on your thigh, "wanna go back to my place?" at this point you were so done, "what the fuck is wrong with you!" you shouted and ran out of his car and straight to a bathroom and cried it all out. you called beomgyu to come pick you up and from hearning your choked up voice he ran faster than ever to come get you. after calling you to let you know he was outside, you ran out and hugged him tightly.

beomgyu didn't care that your tears were staining his shirt, he hugged you back just as tight softly rubbing your back. seeing you like this after so many dates broke his heart, he couldn't stand to see you like this anymore.

driving you back to your place, he prepared your favourite snacks and your favourite movie to try and lighten your spirits while you changed into more comfortable clothes. when you got out you saw beomgyu in your living room selecting the movie and patting the seat beside him. you still weren't over your awful date and could feel tears threatening to spill out at any time and just started ranting about it all to beomgyu.

"yn why do you do this to yourself? why do you always go out with these jerks and make yourself miserable, i hate seeing you like this."

"you wanna know why beomgyu?" you were going to regret this confession but you couldnt hold in your feelings anymore. "i like you gyu, ive liked you for such a long time but 2 years ago i heard you say you only thought of me as some sort of a sister, and that broke my heart. to try and get over it i started dating these jerks. i really like you and it hurts that youll never feel the same way." tears starting pouring out of your eyes uncontrollably as you quickly try to wipe them away with the back of your hand.

beomgyu was dumbfounded, after all this time because of his stupidity hes been hurting you all these years. he pulled you close to him, holding your face gently and wiping away the tears with his thumbs and embraced you, calming you down.

"yn, ive always liked you too... I was just always scared you wouldn't like me back so i would tell my friends i saw you as a sister even though i liked- heck loved you for so long. it would hurt me to see you go out with so many guys and never asked me once."

it was now

your turn to be dumbfounded, did he really like you back? "please dont tell me this is a joke," you sniffled back a tear. "do i look like im joking?" he held your chin softly and brought your face close to his. you heart was beating a million miles an hour, was this really happening?

he looked into your eyes for any sign of discomfort before leaning in to close the gap between your lips. the kiss was slow and gentle and you loved every second of it. after pulling away you both couldnt help but laugh at the situation, 2 idiots in love for so long but unaware.

you 2 spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching the movie then falling asleep on the couch, the perfect ending for the not so perfect night.

[fairyniceyeah]

💎 I love my team, I love my crew (Part 4/7)

Title from Super (SEVENTEEN)

ILMTILMC Part I ILMTILMC Part II ILMTILMC Part III

Summary: Jeonghan quickly learns that taking care of so many sick members is a hard task, even with a medic helping them out.

CW: emeto, diarrhea in the context of illness, fainting, IVs

Sickies: Seungkwan + S.Coups/Seungcheol + Minghao + Woozi/Jihoon Caretakers: Jeonghan + Vernon + Mingyu + Dino/Chan + Jun + Hoshi/Soonyoung + Wonwoo

💎😇

Jeonghan was exhausted, both mentally and physically. Just the thought of the next days made him want to cry. He was the eomma-hyung for God’s sake. Not the organizer. That was Seungcheol’s job. But with Seungcheol down for the count it fell to Jeonghan to try to puzzle out how to take care of a contagious epidemic in the middle of the fucking sea with only a limited amount of staff - some of which who were already sick as well - instead of just taking care of the members like he wanted.

It was nearly welcome to hold back Seungkwan’s hair as he threw up over the railing again. After the medic had gone to check his supplies and Jun had turned back to try and coax Minghao out of the bathroom, Jeonghan had decided to go check on the two maknaes. 

Vernon looked slightly terrified and Seungkwan was so pale and queasy it was painful to watch. The youngest vocalist was shaking badly in Jeonghan’s arms, knees threatening to give out. And they did the moment Seungkwan was able to stop retching. Carefully Jeonghan lowered them down, letting Seungkwan manipulate him into a position that seemed to be comfortable for him.

“Hyung, everything hurts”, Seungkwan whispered, steady tears falling down his face and wetting Jeonghan’s tank top, “make it stop.” 

Jeonghan felt about ready to cry with him, feeling so sorry towards the younger. It took a lot to reduce Seungkwan to tears, but steady unrelenting pain would do it. It was nearly comical - Seungkwan had managed to stay mostly calm whenever he got injured but the few times he had been plagued by body aches due to a fever he had been inconsolable. 

“I’m so sorry, baby”, he whispered back, “I wish hyung could take the pain away.”

“Do you want to lie down in one of the bunks downstairs?”, Vernon asked, sitting across from Jeonghan and moving his hand in comforting patterns over Seungkwan’s back. “You might be more comfortable in a real bed.”

“I think that is a very good idea, Nonie. What do you think, Kwan-ah?”

Seungkwan blinked up at them and after a second of consideration, nodded. “Can I have some painkillers too?”

“Of course”, Vernon promised and, in an uncharacteristic display of fondness, kissed the older’s forehead. “Can you walk?”

It took all of Vernon’s and Jeonghan’s strength but Seungkwan couldn’t support himself. There was no way he’d make it across the deck, through the hallway, down the stairs and to any of the rooms.

“Hyung?”, Jeonghan called the manager over, who had respectfully stood back, “can you carry Seungkwan-ah down to the room I share with Cheollie and so on? I think we should get Cheollie laying down there too, so the members are less spread out.”

“Good thinking, Han-ah”, the manager praised and hefted Seungkwan to his chest, the vocalist’s head falling against his shoulder. They quickly disappeared down the hall, Vernon trailing after them.

Jeonghan wished he felt better after the praise. He sighed and pushed himself to his feet. No rest for the wicked.

When he entered the living area, he spotted Mingyu holding Seungcheol on his lap with Dino nowhere to be seen. Oh God, was the maknae sick too? Jeonghan felt his heart beating faster and he faltered in the doorway, feeling like his breathing was compromised. He couldn't deal with another sick member today.

“Hannie-hyung, are you alright?”, Mingyu asked, sounding concerned and slightly panicked. 

“I’m fine”, Jeonghan quickly said, brushing the concern away, “where is Dino-yah?”

“He’s getting ice packs for Cheollie-hyung. He’s burning.” The concern in Mingyu’s voice had barely lessened and it was at that moment that Jeonghan remembered the younger's distaste for sickness. Was he asking too much of the members? Should they have tried to separate the healthy members after all?

“Oh. Uhm, well, can you carry Cheollie down to his room? A manager is bringing Seungkwan there too.” Jeonghan still felt breathless but Mingyu didn’t seem to notice.

“Kwan-ah is sick too?”, Mingyu asked. Right, he didn’t know. He wasn’t there.

Shit. What had Jeonghan missed because he wasn’t there? Had another member fallen sick in the meantime? How were Seokmin and Wonwoo and Hoshi and Jun doing? Vernon had seemed fine and Mingyu said he and Dino were too, but were they really? And what about Minghao, was he becoming too dehydrated? And Jeonghan hadn’t even seen Jihoon and Joshua since they had fallen sick.

So much could have happened. Frantically, Jeonghan patted his pockets, all but dropping his phone when he found it and opened the group chat. Maybe if something had happened, a member would have asked for help there?

But all he found in the chat after he had asked the members to come to the living room was a picture of Jihoon, asleep and curled around an otter stuffy, courtesy of Soonyoung. The picture was just plain cute and Jeonghan couldn’t help but smile a bit. 

“Why are you looking so happy, Hannie-hyung?”, Dino asked, coming inside and carrying ice packs in one hand and a thermos of tea, likely, in his other hand. 

Jeonghan turned around his phone to show it to Dino and Minygu who both cooed. “Hoshi-hyung is so dead”, Mingyu giggled.

Seungcheol, who must have not been asleep and just resting with his eyes closed, mumbled a sleepy and kind of delirious sounding: “Horanghae. Wooahae. Saranghae.”

Jeonghan couldn’t help but laugh, the other two joining in. “You’re completely right, ddaddu.”

Mingyu calmed down first and asked: “You said to bring hyung to his room?”

“Yeah. It’s better to have the members not spread out all over, I think. Then us healthy ones can help each other better.” 

Five minutes later, Seungcheol and Seungkwan were cuddled up on one of the small bunks in the cabin. It hadn’t been the plan, necessarily, but the two had taken one look at each other and Seungkwan had announced he wanted a personal heating pad for his pains and Seungcheol seemed content enough to have a cuddly dongsaeng in his arms.

Confident that Dino and Vernon had the two handled for the time being, Mingyu asked Jeonghan for permission to go help the noona cook. It was a good idea, many of the members needed nutrients soon and Mingyu seemed to be vibrating out of his skin.

When he stepped outside into the hallway as well, Jeonghan was greeted by the medic. “Jeonghan-ssi? I got some fever reducers but most of the nausea medication I have is actually catering towards seasickness. We can try how much it helps. But I’m gonna be honest: We don’t have enough, not for thirteen members and certainly not for staff on top. The medications packed considered slight motion sickness and maybe a normal flu, some injuries. I suggest sailing back as soon as we can so they can get real medications as soon as possible.”

“I think Seungcheol and Seungkwan mostly need fever reducers…”, Jeonghan started but then a loud yell interrupted him. “Hyung!”

It sounded like Jun.

Not caring to check if the medic was following him, Jeonghan ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. In the small hallway Jun was kneeling on the ground, hovering over an unconscious Minghao. 

The medic, apparently behind him, cursed and pushed past Jeonghan to kneel down at Minghao’s head. Jeonghan dropped down next to Jun, wrapping one arm around the older Chinese member’s back in comfort. Jun looked incredibly spooked.

“What happened?”, the medic asked, “Jeonghan-ssi, elevate his legs.”

Reluctantly Jeonghan let go of Jun and sat down on his other side, so he could lift Minghao’s legs into his lap. Jun reached across the distance and took Jeonghan’s hand in his as he shakily explained: “I got him to open the bathroom door but when he tried to step out he just crumpled. I mean, I kind of thought he would faint at some point, but still I only barely managed to catch him.”

“No matter how close it was, you caught him”, Jeonghan said, comforting himself as much as Jun. A concussion on top of this would have been a disaster. Jun squeezed his hand in thanks.

The medic checked Minghao’s vitals and quickly came to the conclusion that it was a mix of dehydration, fever and exhaustion that caused the dancer to pass out. It wasn’t really a surprise.

“I suggest putting him on IV medication. He needs fluids, he lost too much and even if he drank a lot right now and it stayed down I doubt it would be enough. See, he is barely even sweating anymore.” Jeonghan could feel the dryness and heat of Minghao’s skin where we held onto his calf. 

“Let’s put him into …”, Jeonghan trailed off. 

Seungkwan and Seungcheol kind of filled the ratio of sick members and available bathrooms in their room already. If Joshua’s headache was as bad as Seungkwan had told him before he was out of commission himself then there was no way he could tolerate another member with him, especially a loudly sick one. As far as Jeonghan knew … no wait, Soonyoung and Wonwoo had put Jihoon to bed. It wasn’t ideal but it was the best solution he could think of.

“Let’s put him with Jihoonie.”

Neither Jeonghan or Jun were really equipped to carry Minghao down the stairs, even if he was light he was still dead weight at the moment. If he could hold himself up on Jun’s back it might have worked but now it was very awkward to lift him between them and on the stairs they realized the problem. The stairway was too narrow. 

In the end, Jun held onto Minghao’s shoulders and Jeonghan onto his legs, carefully walking down the stairs backwards. 

Once down in the hall, Jun stopped in his tracks and rather suddenly said: “We could have just asked Hoshi or Wonwoo for help.”

Jeonghan wanted to face-palm but he didn’t think Minghao would appreciate getting dropped. It was stupid, he should have thought of that. Well, it was too late now.

The medic opened the door for them and quickly they carried Minghao in. Soonyoung, who had been sitting on the bed beside a still asleep Jihoon, jumped up in shock. “What happened?”

“He passed out”, Jeonghan said grimly, still beating himself up a bit about the stairs situation. It was so ridiculous. “Let’s put him down.”

Soonyoung grimaced. “Poor Hao. Wonwoo took out Jihoon’s blankets to wash them, if you want to cover him up, use the ones from the top bunks.”  

Once Minghao was placed down on the bed, the medic looked him over again before plastering a motion sickness patch on his wrist and setting up the IV. Jun was with Minghao and the younger was still unconscious after all, so Jeonghan took the chance to kneel down next to Jihoon, pushing the trash can a bit away to make space for himself. Feeling his forehead, Jeonghan realized that the vocalist was warm, yes, but not even coming close to Seungkwan and Seungcheol.

“How is he doing?”

“Wonwoo said he hasn’t been able to keep any medication down. Bit of a fever, though we haven’t had a thermometer to check. Pretty sure that his stomach is hurting him a lot, look how curled into himself he is. He doesn’t sleep like that normally”, Soonyoung pointed out. 

Jeonghan pushed the blanket away and placed his hand against Jihoon’s stomach. He could feel it cramping angrily even through the pajamas. From previous experience Jeonghan knew that Jihoon enjoyed the feeling of a hand against his upset stomach whenever he was sick, once in the throes of a fever and stomach bug explaining that it felt good and made him able to focus on something but the pain. 

After a few moments of touch, Jihoon sleepily blinked his eyes open. 

“Sssh, everything’s alright”, Jeonghan whispered, “go back to sleep.”

“Hyungie?”, Jihoon mumbled and stared at Jeonghan with big eyes before starting to tug on Jeonghan’s other arm. For a moment Jeonghan was confused but then Jihoon whispered a sleepy “Hug?”.

Jeonghan smiled a bit, knowing how seldom it was for Jihoon to ask for comfort, a hug even less, so he decided to indulge him. He sat down on the edge of the bed, helping Jihoon sit up a bit so he could slide in under the younger. Within seconds Jihoon had about half his body curled up on Jeonghan’s lap. 

“My stomach hurts”, Jihoon whispered, his muscles clenching as he rode out another wave of pain. Holding him in his lap Jeonghan was able to gauge how badly it must be hurting the younger. There was a fine line of sweat on his brow and he had never seen Jihoon this pale. “I’m still kinda queasy but can I try some pain meds again? I was able to keep down the anti-emetic earlier.”

“Do you want an IV instead?”, Jeonghan offered instead, “the medic is here already, it’s no issue.”

Jihoon frowned and then blink into the direction of the other bed. Soonyoung, when he saw Jihoon turn, gave a small wave but the producer was fixated on Minghao’s prone form. “Shit, I remember the manager saying that Minghao wasn’t feeling so good and something was up with Shua-hyung … what’s going on?”

“Norovirus, if I’m not mistaken”, the medic said, standing up after finishing putting the needle into Minghao’s arm. He was fiddling with securing the bag of fluids on the railing of the upper bunk and once satisfied, turned around. “I’d like to check you over too, Woozi-ssi, if that is alright?”

Jihoon pressed himself a bit further against Jeonghan, shrinking back from the stranger. Jeonghan sighed and gently pressed Jihoon’s arm in comfort. The younger was often uncomfortable with new staff, hesitant to show vulnerability even to the members and now he was feeling sick and was in pain and people were staring at him and a stranger wanted to approach him. No wonder he was scared.

“I just want to take a painkiller and be done with it”, Jihoon whispered, not meeting anybody's eyes. 

“Do you have any special concerns regarding his health?” Thank heavens for Soonyoung. He turned the medic’s attention to himself, obviously understanding that Jihoon was deeply uncomfortable. “If not, I think it’s best to just let him do what he is comfortable with. It’s not you, he’s just not a fan of strangers. Especially when unwell.” 

“Not especially. If he can keep down medications and liquids he should be fine. Take his temperature regularly”, the medic explained, nodding in understanding, “if you have any concerns come get me, but I get that you’d rather be alone with your members. Use a motion sickness patch for good measure.” He handed the patch to Soonyoung and looked at Jihoon who returned his smile with a shaky one of his own.

“Thank you.”

“Well, Minghao-ssi should be okay with the IV - I put him on fluids, an antiemetic and an antidiarrheal. If you want me to, I can go look at the other members now.”

“Your help is greatly appreciated”, Jeonghan said, “I …”

He really wanted to accompany the medic to the other members. It seemed like he hadn’t seen Seungcheol and Seungkwan in ages and he hated that the two healthy maknaes were left alone with them. And Joshua, he hadn’t even seen him since before everything started. 

But he also had a lapful of cuddly, unwell Jihoon. 

“Stay here, Hannie-hyung”, Jun said, obviously understanding Jeonghan’s struggle. “I’ll go with him and see how the others are doing.”

“Thanks, Junnie.”

As the medic and Jun left, Jeonghan and Hoshi were left with a pale Jihoon. They really needed to get painkillers into him as soon as possible. Maybe another dose of antiemetic. Considering that Jeonghan was stuck holding Jihoon, Soonyoung grabbed the meds from Jihoon’s bag. At least he had the medication already available. 

Soonyoung squatted down next to them, gently placing the patch on Jihoon’s wrist, and brushed back a strand of bleached hair that had fallen out of Jihoon’s braid. “Drink”, he encouraged and held a water bottle to the producer’s lips. Jihoon took a few reluctant sips and even let Soonyoung pop the pills into his mouth. Priority seemed to keep a hold of his aching stomach with one hand and of Jeonghan’s hand with the other. 

“I wanna sleep”, he whispered and closed his eyes. 

“Can you let me up first, baby?”, Jeonghan asked gently, “I promised I’ll stay close as long as I can but I don’t want to accidentally wake you if one of the other member’s needs me.”

Jihoon whined a bit, Jeonghan wasn’t even sure if he was aware that he was making that sound, but he let Jeonghan slip away from under him without further protest. Jeonghan made good on his promise: He sat down on the ground by his dongsaeng’s head and played with his hair until Jihoon’s breathing turned even.

“What do we do now, hyung?”, Soonyoung asked, having sat down on the bed by Minghao’s side. 

Jeonghan took a deep breath, trying to fight back the tendrils of anxiety that now snaked around his heart as the action had died down. He was so worried for his members. 

“I don’t know, Soonyoung-ah. I don’t know. We wait and pray.”

ILMTILMC Part V

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[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Care For You.’’ -N.S

SUMMARY: after you and nick post you together, you feel like hes slowly drifting from you.

WARNINGS: thoughts of SH, depression, panic attack, angst

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS ANGST AHHHH

PAIRING: Nick sturniolo x masc reader (he/him.)

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As you scrolled through the comments on the new video you and nick made- your first one as a out couple- you couldn’t help but break into tears.

“hes using him fs”

“aint no way nick stooped that low💀”

“bro this makes me wanna throw up”

“theres no way nick actually likes him..”

you sobbed until you couldn’t breathe, forcing yourself to go through all of the comments. you squeezed your own arms, fighting the reoccurring urge to cut. of course nick helped, but you felt like he was drifting from you, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you checked the time, and found out the boys would be home from recording soon, so you wiped your tears, and focused on your breathing, in hopes to even it out.

you calmed down just in time, because the boys busted through the door, all exclaiming, seeming to be in a good mood.

“hi nick,” you smiled at him, but he didnt even look at you.

“hi baby.” he said coldly. did he even care about you anymore..?

“nick..?” you called out, getting ignored. you stood up, and walked over towards him, and you wrapped your hands around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder, and he pulled away from you. “nick.” you said, more stern.

“what.?” he glared at you.

“don’t talk to me like that. we need to talk.” you snapped, walking to his room. concern flooded his face as he followed quickly behind you.

you walked into his room, and he shut the door behind you.

“baby, im sorry..” he started, but i quickly shut his apology down.

“so you even fucking care, nick? about me? about our relationship?” you looked at him, your eyes cold.

“w-what..?” he asked, taken aback by the sudden question. “of course i do! what kind of question was that?” he asks, a slight smile forming on his face.

“don’t smile, Nicolas. you’ve been cutting me out- as if i don’t even fucking exist. haven’t you? you of course don’t know though, because your oblivious! you’re oblivious to everything! tell me. tell me you love me, tell me you care.” you snapped.

“y/n. i love you. i care. i care about you. i care about you so fucking much. im so sorry if you feel like im cutting you out- im really not trying.. ive just.. i dont know. theres no excuses. im so so so fucking sorry..” he apologized, opening his arms for a hug.

you sighed, and looked at him, tears forming in both of your eyes.

“im so sorry..” your voice cracked as you pulled nick into a hug.

“shh.. its okay.. its not your fault… please don’t cry..” he hugged you tightly, pushing you onto his bed. “cuddle?” he asked, and you nodded, laying on top of the other males chest.

you both laid there in comfortable silence, until both of you feel into a deep slumber.

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