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roosterforme · 7 months

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The Younger Kind Part 40 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: When Casey is obnoxious to you once again, you try your best to go about your day even though you're on the verge of tears. Bradley knew he shouldn't have been lying to you, but he didn't see any other way of dealing with things. Especially not when he was making some last minute changes.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, mentions of smut and age gap (18+)

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley didn't answer his phone when you called him on your way to work. Casey was trying to bait you, of that you were almost positive. But Bradley was acting strange all on his own, and the twin bakery boxes made you a little more anxious than you wanted to admit, even to yourself.

This was going to be the downside to being with Bradley. He was older and sexy and had a real job and a cute kid, and other people were always going to take notice of that. But he put you in his will. He'd talked about rings, and you'd seen them in his internet tabs. There was no way he wasn't serious about this, because even if he was messing with you, he wouldn't mess with Noah.

But you still felt jealous and petty as you drove to work. That crown shaped donut was adorable and delicious, but at what cost? Now you wished you had taken the time to see what was inside the pastry box Casey had at the daycare. You called Bradley one more time as you walked into work, but of course he didn't answer even though he should still have his phone on him at this hour. The urge to text or call Natasha was strong right now.

After you took care of a few of your patients, you caved and dug your phone out of your bag. Bradley finally responded to you.

Bradley Bradshaw: Hey, I know you said you're going grocery shopping on your way home today, but I need you to pick up Noah. I'll be late again.

You rolled your eyes as you texted him back.

Why exactly will you be late today?

You didn't have time to wait for a response, because you had to get the exam rooms ready for the upcoming patients. Dr. Kelly was dealing with an emergency in exam room one, and there was another child throwing up all over the waiting room. At the rate you were going here, you'd be lucky if you could even get to Noah on time after work. You felt like you were being pulled in four different directions, and you weren't in the mood for Bradley's bullshit.

When nobody else wanted to clean up the waiting room, you went ahead and did it without complaining; it wasn't that kid's fault he had food poisoning. But you ended up crawling around on the floor for fifteen minutes with rubber gloves on, and then you just got more backed up with the child who was waiting for you in the last exam room. You didn't have time to eat lunch, but you took a quick bathroom break and checked your phone.

There was nothing from Bradley, but Natasha had texted asking what you were wearing to Admiral Bates' retirement party. You pressed your lips together and took a screenshot of the poofy purple skirt and top that should be arriving today and sent it to her. Before she could respond, you sent another quick message.

Are you working late with Bradley today? Did you have to work late with him yesterday?

You used the bathroom and washed your hands, and you checked your phone one last time.

Natasha Trace: I haven't been working late, and I followed him out of the parking garage yesterday. That shade of purple is going to look stunning next to Bradley's dress whites. I can't decide between my own dress whites or a formal gown. What's your opinion? Look like one of the guys or look like I'm trying too hard? Like I can't fucking win here, you know?

You absolutely loved that she wanted to ramble to you about her black tie options, you really did. But now you felt uncomfortable in your own skin. She just confirmed for you that Bradley left work on time yesterday. At the bare minimum he was lying to you again, but he could be doing something behind your back that would hurt you even more than that.

"Fuck," you muttered, knowing you had to get back to work. You smiled at your patients and let them take their time picking out stickers all afternoon. You cleaned and disinfected the exam rooms. You entered all of the information into the electronic charts while you answered questions for parents. You did it all without freaking out like you wanted to.

When you were dismissed, you grabbed your things and rushed to your car to make it to the daycare in time to get Noah. Tears already stung your eyes, because you just knew you'd feel so much better when you got to see him and get a hug. You were still trying to decide if it was better or worse if Casey was still here as you parked and headed inside. Then her eyes locked with yours as soon as you entered the small lobby, and she still looked so smug in her cute outfit. But at least this meant she wasn't with Bradley.

"Oh, it's you again," she said pleasantly as you walked to the counter.

You put your hand out for the clipboard and said, "Yep. It's me. Told you I wasn't going anywhere. Could you please bring Noah out?"

"I will," she replied, reaching into that fucking blue box and pulling out a crown shaped donut. She nibbled on the end before setting it down again and handing you the clipboard. "You're the last one to arrive for pickup, which actually makes sense when I think about it. Bradley has you running all over the place for him, doesn't he?"

You ground your molars together to keep your mouth shut and signed your name as she took another bite of the donut.

"I guess that's what babysitters do though. But it's funny that he didn't mention you at all when he and I were at the bakery yesterday."

Your eyes snapped up to meet her self satisfied gaze, and you wanted to rip that pretty donut out of her hand. "Just go get Noah."

"Gladly," she replied, heading for the classroom door. "You're holding me up right now anyway. I need to get back to Sweet Dreams to meet up with someone who looks damn good in a pair of aviator sunglasses. It's so nice having the best bakery in the city right in my neighborhood. It's a great spot to meet up with people."

If Bradley came home with another blue pastry box and claimed he was at work late again, you were going to throw the box back in his pretty face.

"Mommy!" Noah called as he streaked across the lobby to you a second later. "I painted a purple dog for you!" He was holding up a painting of a purple blob with eyes and a nose, and you couldn't hold back your smile.

"I love it," you whispered as you picked him up and kissed his chubby cheek. You made the decision to completely ignore Casey as you turned and walked out to the parking lot. "Hey, we need to stop and get groceries, so how about you pick what you want for dinner tonight."

He looked at you with those brown eyes that were identical to his dad's, except that these ones didn't have to try to look innocent, they just were. "Probably mac and cheese and ants on logs."

"Sounds perfect."

Once you and he got inside the grocery store, you were feeling extra ridiculous. You thought about making it a point to run up Bradley's credit card bill as high as you could by selecting imported exotic fruits and a bottle of champagne, but you just couldn't waste the money. You did buy yourself some expensive chocolate that you ate on the drive home though as you wondered just how late he was going to be tonight.

You were kind of shocked as you pulled down the block with Noah and a trunk full of groceries to see the Bronco parked in the driveway. It was 6:45, so he must have arrived just before you, and you couldn't wait to put him on the spot. You slammed your door before unbuckling Noah from his seat in the back, and you really did feel like the fucking babysitter again right now.

"Let's go, sweet Noah," you told him, leaving the groceries where they were for now. Hand in hand, the two of you walked up to the porch while he told you how many raisins he wanted on his carrots, but you barely heard him. When you opened the front door, Bradley was standing right there in the middle of the living room with a stupid smile on his face. He was holding another blue pastry box.

"Hi," he said, leaning down to kiss you, but you backed away. His face scrunched in concern. "Everything okay?"

Noah was already bugging to see what was in the box this time, and you noticed Bradley had his other hand tucked behind his broad back.

"I mean... no, not really," you said, slightly embarrassed by the way your voice shook. "Did you see Casey at the bakery again today? Just like last night?"

He looked completely taken aback. "How did you know I saw Casey last night?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and whispered, "Why do you keep lying to me about coming home late?"

Bradley sighed and pressed his lips together. "Look, I didn't want to have to lie to you, okay? That wasn't really my original plan, but then things got a little out of hand, and I didn't really see any other option."

"Just say it," you whispered, ready to reach for the box as your hands shook.

"I just wanted it to be a surprise," he said blandly as he pulled his hand out from behind his back. You gasped, and Noah immediately gave up on his mission to get something sweet out of the blue box.

"A dog!" Noah shouted as you looked at the tiny little Yorkshire terrier that Bradley was holding around the middle with one hand. It had a purple bow on top of its head and one leg in a cast, and it was honestly one of the cutest things you'd ever seen in your life. "A dog! A dog!"

Bradley dropped down to kneel so Noah could get a closer look, but he kept his eyes on you as he said, "I adopted her from the shelter across town. It's on the same block as that fancy bakery. She has a broken leg, so we need to be really gentle with her while she's healing, okay?" He set the box down on the floor and sat with Noah, and now you were feeling pretty embarrassed. You still wanted to know what Casey was doing, but you tentatively sat down on the floor as well.

When Bradley held his other arm out, you crawled in to give him a huge while Noah petted the little brown bundle of fur. He was showing how gently he could be, and the dog started licking his hands. You kissed Bradley's cheek, but he looked a little stern as he softly said, "You know I did this for you, right? You and Noah."

You didn't know what else to say, so you simply said, "Thank you."

He sighed and kissed your lips. "I saw Casey for like five minutes while I waited in line to buy your crown donut, okay? The guy from the shelter needed to interview me about getting a dog with an injury, so he and I sat in the bakery for a while and talked. I dropped off a check this afternoon, because they don't accept app payments, and I stopped at the bakery again for you. Then the guy from the shelter came by and did a quick inspection of the house and our backyard like an hour ago. And he left the dog with me. That's all."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered, "I love you, and I love the dog. And I'm happy you got to use your checkbook without anyone laughing at you."

Bradley chuckled as you ran your fingers through the dog's fur. She looked up at you with brown eyes that you swore perfectly matched those of the Bradshaw boys.

"What's her name?" Noah asked as he got his face licked.

"Whatever you want it to be," Bradley replied. "She doesn't have one yet."

You and Noah made eye contact and both smiled brightly. "Skittles!"

Bradley groaned and laid back on the area rug right next to the snag, and he plopped Skittles down on his chest. "You already had a name picked out? And it's Skittles?"

"Yes!" Noah replied, also laying on Bradley's chest to get better access to his new pet.

"We picked a name that could work for a boy dog or a girl dog," you told Bradley, your heart feeling lighter than it had for the past day. "She's so adorable," you crooned as you ran your dand down her back. "Hi, Skittles. You're precious." Her brown eyes were transfixed on your face as you scratched just the right spot behind her ear. "Why is she in a cast?"

Bradley propped his hands behind his head, and the pup carefully walked up to lick his neck and face as you took a few pictures. "Hit by a car. She was abandoned down near Imperial Beach and someone dropped her at the shelter last week. I mentioned I was looking for a small puppy or younger dog that didn't shed, and Bob found her on the shelter website."

"You were left all alone? You sweet thing," you whispered, getting close enough for a lick across your nose. "She's darling!"

"Can she sleep with me in my bed?" Noah asked as Skittles climbed carefully onto Bradley's bicep and then onto the rug. She sniffed around the pastry box before plopping down bedside Bradley with her broken leg sticking out in front of her.

"Maybe after her cast comes off, Bub."

Noah tried his best to pout, but you saw right through it, and a few seconds later he was smiling again. "Noah, what do you say to Daddy?" you reminded him. Then he was in Bradley's arms saying thank you a million times in a row.

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While Bradley unloaded the groceries, you and Noah played on the living room floor with Skittles. He shook his head as he locked your car. "Skittles," he muttered, hauling the last few bags inside. "You've got to be shitting me." He chuckled to himself. You'd come into his life with your candy and your glossy lips and your sweetness and upended everything. He owned a fucking dog now, and you'd named it after your favorite snack. He even had a reminder in his phone to pay off his credit card balance so he could start shopping for a ring next month.

You smiled up at him from the floor as Noah squeaked a toy and held it out to the dog. Damn it, she was actually adorable. And the shelter gave her a little purple bow when he asked for that color. And she definitely had the puppy eyes down pat, because Bradley couldn't even walk through the room without stopping to pet her.

He ended up carrying Skittles around the house for the rest of the night after you made mac and cheese for dinner. The dog was already trained to go to the bathroom outside, but he needed to be careful with her cast. The staff from the animal shelter had absolutely grilled him for information before they even came out to inspect whether or not the house and yard were safe for her.

"Yeah, this is your yard now," he whispered to the dog as he carried her outside in one hand. She licked his cheek before he set her down and watched her sniff around as it got darker outside. She was only a year or two old, which is what he wanted. This way Noah and potentially his younger sibling could have more time with her as the dog grew older.

"Come here," Bradley called, and Skittles moved as quickly as her little casted leg would allow her to. She stopped at his feet and looked up at him. "Fuck. You really are cute. And I'm going to look like an asshole when I take you for walks." But he was smiling as he picked her up again. When he turned, you were standing in the open doorway.

"You won't look like an asshole, Daddy. You'll look as adorable as Skittles does."

He kissed your forehead and asked, "Is Noah in bed?"

"Yeah. He wants you to go in and say goodnight. And may I please hold the dog for a few minutes?" you asked with a little pout.

"Nope," he replied, kissing your cheek. "Gotta let Noah say goodnight to her, too."

"Then can I play with her?"

Bradley held the dog's face up to his ear. "What's that, Skittles? You said you like me the best and want me to keep holding you? That's what I thought."

"Hey!" you complained, playfully hitting his arm as the pup licked his ear. You looked happier right now than you had earlier, but Bradley knew he needed to have a conversation about Casey. He couldn't understand what set you off so much earlier.

As he carried Skittles toward Noah's room, he replayed the events from yesterday in his mind. He'd been sitting in the bakery for about an hour before he finished talking to the representative from the animal shelter, and when he stood up, Casey was already there. And yeah, she was a nuisance as usual. She put her hand on Bradley's forearm and mentioned that she liked his uniform, but she always tried to do that shit. Then she waited in line like she was with him instead of behind or in front of him, and she went on and on about how she lived right around the corner.

When he finally managed to leave with the bakery box and your cute donut, he was exhausted. And he'd only had to listen to her for a few minutes. Then she stood next to the Bronco with him like she expected a ride home or something, which was ridiculous since she told him so many times that she lived around the corner.

He sighed and kissed Skittles on the head as he carried her in to say goodnight to Noah. "I love her," his son said as Bradley held her so she could lick his face. "I'll be really careful so she can sleep in here with me," he pleaded.

Bradley kissed his cheek. "Not tonight, Bub. I already told you, she needs to heal up first."

Noah reached out to pet her before rolling onto his side with a little scowl, but he was already asleep by the time Bradley left the room. And then he went into his bedroom which always smelled like wildflowers and found you on the bed wearing that sexy little purple nightie you bought online. For a brief second he wondered if you were wearing your plug, but then he remembered he needed to have a conversation with you.

You held your hands out to Skittles, but Bradley just shook his head and carried her to the little plush bed he set up in the corner and set her there. She walked in a delicate circle before plopping down and yawning. "How are you this cute?" he asked the animal before turning back to where you were sitting with your arms crossed.

"Why won't you let me hold Skittles?"

"Because we need to talk," he replied immediately. You flopped back against the pillows as Bradley climbed in bed with you. "Come here," he whispered, patting his chest, and sure enough, you crawled over and snuggled against him. "Tell me what's bothering you."

You draped your arm across his abs and said, "You won't let me hold Skittles!"

"That's not what I'm talking about," he murmured, kissing the top of your head. He didn't want to have to be the one to say it, so he stroked your bare arm and waited.

You sighed softly and said, "Casey always tries to bait me when I see her at daycare dropoff or pick up. I'm sorry I came in hot with you today. But you should hear what she says."

Bradley thought he'd made it clear that he wasn't interested in her after he returned from his last deployment. He made no secret of grabbing at you and kissing you in front of Casey. He knew it was probably because you and she were the same age, and Casey definitely saw the way he doted on you. "She's probably just jealous, because I like to spoil you."

You snorted. "She's jealous, because you're hot, Daddy."

Bradley could feel his cheeks flush with heat as you shifted slightly and looked up at him. "What did she say to you today?" he asked.

Your eyes fluttered closed in embarrassment, and you looked bashful as you whispered, "She made it seem like she met you at the bakery. Like it was something you and she planned ahead of time. And she had a blue bakery box and a princess crown donut, and she ate it in front of me. And now I'm starting to realize how ridiculous this sounds, because I trust you."

"I know you do, Princess," he replied as he looked at your purple crown on the bedpost. "And I trust you. But I just can't believe she did that." He studied your gorgeous face and ran his knuckles along your cheek. "I'm sorry I lied to you about staying at work late. That was shitty. I just wanted you and Noah both to be surprised since you've both been bugging for a dog. I just wanted to get you something special."

"Apology accepted. And dog accepted, too," you whispered as he stroked the soft skin of your neck.

"Listen. I'm not interested in Casey. I'm never going to be interested in Casey. I saw her for five or ten minutes at the bakery, and she asked why I was on that side of town. I told her the other guy was from the shelter and I was thinking about getting a dog. She waited with me in line and practically gave me a migraine from how much she talks. I didn't pay attention to what she bought, so if she had a princess crown donut, then she bought it herself."

You smiled up at him. "Those donuts are so good. Pissed me off that she had one and tried to rub it in my face. She must have heard what you ordered."

He smirked. "Yeah well, you're the one getting cream filled donuts and a cream filled pussy anytime you want."

"Daddy!" you gasped. "That's fucking naughty."

"Get up here," he whispered, and then you moved up his body until your lips met his. "I love you. You're Noah's mommy. You're my Princess. I want to be with you. Don't worry about Casey." But he knew he'd have to have another conversation tomorrow, which he was more than happy to do for you.

You pressed soft kisses to his mustache as he ran his hand up your thigh, curious if you were wearing panties. You were not. "You know what I really want, Daddy?"

"Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

You gently bit his bottom lip before releasing it and giggling. "I want to play with Skittles."

Bradley groaned as you scrambled off of his semi hard cock and climbed out of bed. He got a delicious view of your bare ass as you bent to pick the dog up and carry her back to bed. "You're the cutest little girl! Look at you in your purple bow! Oh, I just love you!"

Then he watched as you climbed back onto the bed with all the care in the world and had the pup cradled against you. When he chuckled and left the room, you didn't even seem to notice. He used the bathroom and went to the kitchen in search of the blue pastry box while he planned out what he'd say to Casey. He wasn't about to tolerate someone intentionally making you uncomfortable, especially when it came to him.

He grabbed a plate and the fresh princess crown donut, wondering if he could get the bakery to make one that looked like a wedding ring. Then he carried the plate back to the bedroom where Skittles was laying on her back while you tickled her tummy. Bradley just stood there and held the plate as he watched you play and listened to you laugh. You kissed the dog and said, "I'm going to buy you a purple collar and leash with Daddy's credit card. And when your cast comes off, Noah and I will take you for hikes around the block. And Daddy is so big, he's going to look so hot walking such a tiny dog. Either that, or he'll look like an asshole."

"I'm standing right here."

You smirked when you looked at him. "I know," you said, scratching Skittles on her belly as she squirmed around. "Is it okay if I order her a leash and some snacks?"

"Get whatever you want," he said, handing you the plate and kissing you before he stole the dog from your grasp.

"Hey!" you complained with a laugh.

"It's time for Skittles to go to bed. Eat your princess donut, and then I'll fill you with cream if you're in the mood for it."

You just looked at him coyly as you nibbled on the donut, and he put the pup in her little bed once again.

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The next morning, Bradley let you sleep in a little later than usual while he got Noah ready and packed you a sandwich for your lunch. He'd kept you up pretty late, fucking you slow and steady until he got a shaking orgasm out of you. Then he took his time as you babbled and kissed him sweetly, finally filling you up with his cum. He called you his little donut as you fell asleep.

"Fuck," he grunted as he thought about it, starting to get hard in his flight suit as he made your peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Morning," you sang as you strolled into the kitchen in your scrubs. You kissed his cheek and then pet Skittles where she sat looking up at the sandwich, hoping some would fall on the floor. Then you sat down next to Noah as he ate his cereal and told you that he loved Skittles even more than dinosaurs.

"More than dinosaurs?" you asked, brushing his hair back from his forehead as he dipped his spoon back into his bowl. "That's a whole lot."

"Yep," he agreed. "I love Skittles almost as much as I love you and Daddy."

Bradley watched you kiss his son on the cheek before you got your own bowl of cereal ready. "Should we thank Daddy again for bringing her home?"

"Thanks, Daddy," you and Noah sang out in unison.

Bradley just smiled and said, "You're welcome. Noah, finish eating so we're not late. Princess, can you put Skittles in her crate before you leave?"

"Yes," you told him between bites of breakfast. "And I'll order her leash and stuff later today."

He kissed you hard before bringing you coffee in the mug that said Noah's Daddy. Then he scooped Noah up and carried him off to get his shoes on. It was getting seriously late at this point, and he knew he'd be in the daycare for an extra minute or two this morning. "I love you, Baby," he called out, rushing back into the kitchen for a second when he was finally ready to leave.

You gave him and Noah one last kiss apiece, and then Noah hugged Skittles. "We gotta go," Bradley told him, rushing him out to the Bronco. It only took a few minutes to get to the daycare, and Bradley had a good idea what he wanted to say. He found himself hoping that Casey was at the front desk this morning, not wanting to draw this shit out any longer.

When he walked Noah inside, hand in hand, Bradley saw her right away. She looked up at him with parted lips and a little smile as he tugged his aviators off. Then she looked at his son and said, "Good morning, Noah!" Her eyes darted back up as she added in a softer voice, "And Bradley."

He watched her walk Noah into the classroom before he signed his name on the clipboard. When Casey walked back toward him, there was nobody else in the lobby. He held out the clipboard for her and said, "I'd actually prefer it if you called me Lieutenant Bradshaw."

She giggled as if she was being treated to something even better than use of his first name, and Bradley had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay, Lieutenant Bradshaw," she whispered, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

He cleared his throat. "Can we chat for a minute?"

Casey set the clipboard down and came to stand alarmingly close to him. This was every bit as bad as you had claimed, and frankly he was more than a little bit surprised by how bold she was. Bradley took a step away and shook his head. "Look Casey, this is never going to happen."

She froze on the spot, and her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. "Oh."

"Right. And I really don't want to have to go to your boss, so I need you to just knock it off, okay? My girl and I don't keep secrets from each other, so I know about how you talk to her, and I don't appreciate it at all. She's as good as being Noah's mom and my wife."

Now her cheeks were a deeper shade of red, and she was rushing back around to the other side of the desk. "Okay," she whispered. "I'm just surprised she said something to you about it."

"Don't be. Like I said, we talk about everything. And if you pull some more shit, I'll hear about that, too. Promise."

He stood his ground until she looked up at him. All she said was, "Okay," and then Bradley put his aviators back on as he turned toward the door.

"You have a great day."

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Casey, you literal nightmare. She'd be delighted if she broke them up. Can't wait to see her next time Princess shows up. And Daddy shouldn't even try to be sneaky. Just no, Daddy. But welcome, Skittles! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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untiltheendoftime · 3 years

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Summary: Staring at a stranger leaves you with an empty plate of fries and a heart filled with the slightest bit of love.

gif by @stevenrogered

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: A normal amount of swearing, other than that it's pure fluff.

Writers note: This is for @celestialbarnes "4k writing challenge"

Reblogs, likes and your thoughts are so much appreciated. Feel free to point out any errors.

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Can I steal your fries?

You had found yourself in a small diner, after another terrible date, with a large portion of fries in front you. Perhaps alcohol would've been more helpful to forget the whole day, but sadly your work schedule didn't allow you to get drunk and risk a hangover.

As soon as you sat down, you deleted the dating app off your phone, earning an amused look from the stranger in the booth in front of you when you had muttered something along the lines of "Fuck this shit." and "Might as well start referring to myself as a trash can if trash is all I attract."

You could feel the warmth of a blush rising on your cheeks when you heard the stranger chuckle and you were sure that you looked exactly like the ketchup on your fries. Why did you have to blush so easily? Fuck.

Unfortunately he was quite handsome, which didn't help your ketchup-face problem at all. His hair was rather short, though it looked like he was growing it out, and he gave off cozy vibes with the navy blue hoodie he was wearing and the steaming cup of coffee in his hands. He was far more than quite handsome. It was then that you noticed that his eyes, unfairly blue like the sky on a perfect summer day, were focused on you.

He fully caught you staring at him. Damn it.

In order to hide your embarrassment, you quickly adverted your eyes to the plate in front of you. Suddenly the fries were very interesting.

The sound of footsteps appeared and just when you had thought that you creepingly staring made the stranger leave, a muscular body came in sight and you were starting to feel anxious.

Thinking that apologizing was the best way to get over with this as soon as possible, you tried to come up with an excuse "Look, I'm sorry for staring. I jus-" you started bubbling, but he quickly interrupted you.

"Wouldn't have caught you staring at me if I wasn't staring as well, would I?" he said, his voice surprisingly sweet and when you had gathered up enough courage to look up at him, you were welcomed with a breathtaking smile.

Without any hesitation, he sat down in front of you and the anxious feeling quickly washed away, being replaced with irritation instead. Sure, he didn't look bad, but he was a stranger after all.

You eyed him suspiciously and he did the same, obviously mocking you. "I don't want to sound rude but I believe your coffee wants your attention more than me" you said, actually not really bothering to sound polite.

"Does sound rude to me, doll."

He probably used the nickname a lot, however it didn't stop you from feeling flattered. Not wanting to acknowledge it, and turning red again, you decided to keep your mouth shut.

The silence was starting to feel uncomfortable and from the way his brows slightly furrowed with thought, you could tell that he didn't want the conversation to end so soon.

"You're not here for the first time and I actually wanted to talk to you for a while." he admitted, "Even tried to get your attention, but all you did was stare into your phone and yeah" a faint blush crept up on his cheeks.

It took you a solid minute to process his words. Yes, you were a frequent customer, most of the times visiting after another date went downhill and sometimes you would google dating advice and gag at all the bullshit everyone wrote. You didn't exactly hate being single, though having someone to come home to wasn't the worst thought you could think of. The more dates went wrong, the more you and your family, especially them, began to wonder what was wrong with you.

"Always love a stranger watching me" you joked and instantly grimace at how badly you had worded it. That's not what you meant.

His laughter filled your ears and it was full of warmth and so contagious, you had to laugh as well.

After the laughter had died down, he cleared his throat and extendended his right hand to you "I'm Bucky" he softly said and while shaking it, the contact sending slight shivers down your spine, you tell him your name.

"Now that we know each others names, can I steal some of your fries?" Bucky asked, not waiting for an answer as he reached for your plate.

"No" you chuckled out, playfully swatting his hand away, and he glared at you for a second before dramatically putting the hand on his chest, claiming that you've really hurt his feelings and it might take decades to mend the pain in his heart.

The conversation between the two of you flowed nicely. He told you about his visits to different countries and you would ask questions about how the people were and if the food tasted good, the latter truthfully answered with a "I usually went for cheeseburgers due to the lack of time."

You had told Bucky how much you despise going on dates now because your family would pressure you, saying that the problem has to be you since your ex shortly found a significant other after the break up.

Bucky's jaw tightened at that and he voiced out how fucking rude your family was, wondering if they don't have anything else to do than rubbing their noses in your love life. Seeing that he has was way more understanding than your own family, empathy had always been something all of them undoubtedly lacked off, made you even more fond of the handsome stranger and you felt comfortable sharing personal pieces of your life with him as hours passed by.

Midway through your story you paused to look at your plate, realizing that it was almost empty now and the only reason why he didn't stop your rambling was because it allowed him to eat your fries.

"Stop taking my fries." you muttered out, causing him to grin.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he questioned, voice heavenly charming as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you.

Perhaps this was the most cliché thing to do, but the look he gave you when you threw a few fries at his face was something you wish you would've gotten a picture of. His eyes were still slightly widened in shock when he, not so attractively, shoved all of the fries in his mouth, making you laugh at his childish behavior.

"I got to eat the fries. Seems like I won, sweetheart." he proudly declared.

Banters and stories later, your eyes caught a glimpse of the clock on your phone and you frown when it reads two a.m

You jolted up from your seat, calling out an apology to the old waitress who seemed to be startled by the sudden change of energy. "I do enjoy talking to you, but my shift starts in six hours." you said, your voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Bucky stood up as well and reached for your phone that was still lying on the table. He handed it you, signaling for you to unlock it, and when he had access to it, he quickly typed in his number and pressed the saving button. A cheekish smile on his lips when he puts it in your grasp again and you can't help but beam at him, too.

He held his hands up in defense, "Figured you need my number after you have deleted all the datings apps."

You rolled your eyes in response and, who knows where the confidence boost came from, step closer to him. "Goodnight" you murmured, pressing a light kiss to his cheek and they instantly heat up, which made him look adorable. Maybe you had found someone who blushes just as easily as you.

Once you had entered the front door of your apartment, your phone gave off a noise, signaling that you had received a message. A quick glance at the screen told you that it was Bucky asking if you came home alright. He definitely is a gentleman. Just when you were about to answer him, another text popped up. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop you from grinning like a lovestruck teenager while reading it.

Bucky:

When will you take me out?

Sincerely, your trash

─── ☪ ･ ☪ ･ ☪ ･ ☪ ･ ☪ ───

First story on here. Hopefully it's not that bad? I would absolutely love to hear some feedback. Thank you for reading everything ♡

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hello! I love your stories so much and I wanted to send you a prompt, if you have the time/inspiration and feel like writing it! yousana amnesia/losing your memory AU, please make it as angsty as you can (but with a positive ending) since I'm kinda in a "want angsty yousana mood". If you decide to do it, thank you so much!!

Hey :) Thank you so much for this prompt. This was so interesting because I had to do some research first and I really enjoyed that. (If I made any mistakes about the medical stuff, I’m sorry!)Oh, and this is probably not as angsty as you wanted it to be but it’s harder for me to write angst than fluffy stuff. So I hope you still like it!

Also: This got a bit longer and I know some people hate these long posts but somehow the ‘read more’ thing only works on the computer when I do it so I’m not doing it until I find a solution.

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Hospitals. Yousefhated them. Always. For as long as he can remember.

The smell of desensitizer that coverseverything else. Nurses and doctors rushing around which means someone ishurting and they need to help. People crying over loved ones suffering. Theonly good thing he can think of is people giving birth in hospitals but eventhat is connected to pain.

He just doesn’t like hospitals.Especially not now.

He’s rushing through the main entrance,asking where he can find who he is searching for while his heart takes turnsbetween beating so fast that he fears it will burst out of his chest and itfeeling like it doesn’t beat at all. His hands are shaking and his voicetrembling when he answers the woman at the information counter when she askswho he is here to see.

“Sana Bakkoush.”

The woman shows him a polite smile andcalmly looks for the right information. Yousef can’t wait. He needs to see her.All he knows is that she was brought to the hospital. Elias couldn’t reallytell him anything because he was having trouble speaking. Even over the phone.

As soon as the woman tells him where hecan find his girlfriend he sprints towards the elevators. After pressing allthe buttons he realizes he can’t wait. He takes the stairs. His stomach feelinguneasy, his head is spinning. Yousef tries to take deep breaths, calm himselfbefore facing her.

Running through the halls of the fifthfloor, Yousef looks at the numbers on the doors and only after seeing 515 onthe door, he sees Elias sitting outside of it. Elias hears Yousef comingcloser, looks up and then walks over to his best friend before he can bargeinto the room.

“What happened? How is she? Is sheinjured badly? But what happened?”, Yousef starts rambling as soon as hesees his best friend.

Only then he notices Elias looking likehe is at the verge of tears and he never cries. Not in front of other people.Yousef immediately pulls him into a hug and notices how much he needed that, aswell. Not knowing what is wrong with Sana but her being in the hospital makeshim want to punch something and cry at the same time.

“I don’t know yet. Apparently,after training for a long time under the sun she tripped and hit her head onconcrete stairs.”, Elias tries to explain but has to stop after everysecond word. It’s his baby sister he is talking about. Yousef’s eyes instantlywiden and tears spring into his eyes. Without being able to stop it he imaginesSana like that and his chest tightens.

“Mom and Dad are inside. And abasketball friend of Sana that saw it happen. They’re still doing tests anduntil they’re done we should stay here.”, Elias puts a hand on his bestfriend’s arm and pulls him to sit. Yousef doesn’t budge though.

He shakes his head furiously.“Elias, I can’t just sit here. You said she hit her head. It could be veryserious. What if..”, he doesn’t even want to finish that thought.

Hospitals freak him out and make himmore anxious than he already is.

“Yousef!”, Elias says in aserious tone, very harshly. “I called you because I thought it’s importantto you to know that Sana is in the hospital. But it doesn’t do any good whenyou freak out now. I know as much as you and am freaking out here. We’retalking about my baby sister being hurt so please shut up and sit down until wecan see her.”

Yousef knows Elias is right. He needs toget a grip on himself. It’s not about him or Elias, it’s about Sana. Sittingthere, waiting without knowing when anyone will tell them what’s going on makesYousef feel worse and worse. He starts getting a headache, his hands don’t stopshaking, he can’t even walk up and down the hall because his legs just go weak.

Both boys shoot out of their seats whenthe door opens and a doctor and nurse leave. Elias quickly asks if they can goin and gets the green light. They warn them to first talk to the patient’sparents but neither boy listens anymore after they are allowed to goinside.

Sana’s face lights up when she sees herolder brother and she sits up quickly, making her wince. Yousef winces himself,seeing Sana like that but stands back. All he wants to do right now is run overto her and embrace her in a hug and not let her go but he knows family is moreimportant and he is aware that her parents are in the room. He is soconcentrated on Sana that he doesn’t even realize that her teammate walks pasthim to leave the room.

“Elias, can you please tell Mom andDad that I’m fine and can go home now?” Sana complains and looks very sureof herself.

Elias immediately looks at their parentsand sees his father shake his head. Yousef sees that too and his stomach sinks.What is that supposed to mean?

Mamma Bakkoush turns to Sana and asks:“Can you tell me how you got to the hospital?”, in a tone that issupposed to proof that Sana cannot leave the hospital now.

Elias and Yousef quickly turn to thegirl sitting in the hospital bed, her hijab not as neatly done as usually, justloosely wrapped around her head. Yousef watches as Sana opens her mouth toanswer but no words come out of it. She looks from her parents to Elias andseems to have no answer.

What is happening, is all Yousef canthink.

When he saw her sitting on the bed,talking, he felt relieved at first. She couldn’t be in a too bad of a conditionbut now he’s not sure at all.

Finally, Sana’s gaze lands on Yousef whostood back for a while. She doesn’t show him her dimpley smile, like sheusually does when he sees him. She looks down on her hands for a second toavert her gaze from him. He hasn’t seen her react to him like that since …since before they started dating, two and a half months ago. Yousef gets a verybad feeling.

“Elias, you brought yourfriend?”, Sana addresses her brother and doesn’t acknowledge Yousef at allafter that. His eyes widen first, then he raises his eyebrows and opens hismouth to say of course he would come, he is her boyfriend, but decides againstit when he realizes that she genuinely looks confused about him being there.

At the same time her parents shake theirheads at Elias and Yousef.

“Boys, let’s give Sana a bitalone-time.”, her father says and nods for them to leave the room. Neitherof the boys moves. Yousef can’t take his eyes off Sana. Why doesn’t she acknowledgehim? What exactly happened to her? The fear of it being very serious comescrashing down on him and he has difficulties breathing. “Let’s give hertime, now!”

Yousef doesn’t really realize that Eliasdrags him out of the room by his arm. As soon as they close the door to Sana’sroom, Pappa Bakkoush turns to the boys and starts explaining.

“The doctor is not a hundredpercent sure yet but it looks like Sana has transient global amnesia.” AllYousef understands is Amnesia and it feels like his heart stops beating. Shefell after being exhausted from training too much, how could that lead to this.Yousef wrings his hands together and clenches his teeth. “That’s temporaryamnesia. Her teammate described that they had been training a lot under the sunand Sana seemed really exhausted and then she fell and hit her head. Those canbe triggers for the amnesia. From what the girl explained there were no signsof an epileptic attack that would indicate something more serious. We’re goingto see if the memory loss lessens over the next hours, which it should but shemight not remember things dating back about a year for those next hours.”

Elias and Yousef look at each other in horror.Elias is worried about his little sister being in pain, not remembering thepast weeks, months or even the past year. She is such an overachiever and nowshe has temporary amnesia. He doesn’t know what to say or what to do.

“But she’ll be fine?”, Eliasasks.

“And there won’t be any long-termconsequences?”, Yousef asks, feeling himself getting worried once again.“Right?”, he asks with more pressure behind his voice. He knows he istalking to Sana’s father but he can’t help himself. The thought of Sana hurtingis bad enough and makes him want to literally cry but her having long-termdeficits in her brain? No, that can’t be happening. Her brain is what Sana ismost proud about herself. She has worked so hard to achieve all the knowledgeshe has and loosing parts of that would crush her. He doesn’t even care thatshe might not remember him for now. At least not as her boyfriend. The otherthings are a lot more important to Sana.

Elias’ father nods and makes the twoboys sit down for them to calm down. “Honestly, I’m thinking the same asthe doctor. It’s most definitely temporary amnesia and that usually only lastsup to 24 hours and her memories should come back in the next hours. She mightjust not remember the incident well or at all. But don’t worry. All we can dois to wait and see what happens.”

Although hearing this from Sana’s fatherwho is also a doctor is relieving, Yousef can’t stop worrying. He doesn’t haveto be a doctor to know that memory loss is not a game.

“Oh and one more thing: When you goback in don’t pressure her in any way to remember something specific.”,the boys hear but Yousef feels like it’s more directed at him than at Elias,“She has difficulties forming new short-term memories already and doesn’tneed to worry about that as well.”

When the boy enter the room again, Sanais talking to her mother but then turns to Elias and Yousef. Mamma Bakkoushleaves the room after that. When she sees Yousef she raises her eyebrows andasks Elias: “You brought your friend, too?”

Elias just nods, keeping in mind whathis father told him. He doesn’t even want to look at Yousef because he knowsthat this must be killing him.

“How are you feeling?”, Yousefasks with a polite smile.

Not remembering the past weeks ormonths, does that mean she doesn’t remember they are together? She doesn’tremember the first time they hung out alone? The first time they held hands andhugged. The first time she introduced him to her friends and not just as herbrother’s friend.

Sana smiles at him shyly but looks awayquickly, to her brother. “I’m fine. Just have a little headache. No bigdeal.”

Elias laughs at that, to lighten themood. He sees Yousef’s reaction to Sana not looking at him for long and knowshe needs to do something. To make his sister feel better and to make his bestfriend feel better. And to make himself feel better, too.

“Sana, let’s be honest here. Youjust didn’t want to go to Aunt Fatima’s birthday party so you did allthis.”

Sana laughs at that but winces lightly.She tried to cover it up but Yousef’s hand itches to help her sooth the pain inany way and he extents his hand intuitively but let’s it fall next to him whenhe realizes what he’s doing.

“I.. I actually forgot about thatbut her birthdays can be so hard to endure.”

Now Yousef is sure. For now, she doesn’t remember the first time Yousef introduced her to hiscousins. She doesn’t remember the time they went to a dance performance of thekids from his kindergarten. She doesn’t remember that Yousef finally had theguts to do something about his feelings he had for so long.

His heart breaks seeing her try to hidethat she’s not feeling too well.

Yousef doesn’t hear some of theconversation his best friend has with his sister because he was too deep inthoughts.

Sana asks: “What happened again thatI’m here? I’m fine.”

Elias’ face falls for a second but heconceals it as fast as he can. “You fell and hit your head afterbasketball practice.”

“I… okay.”, she doesn’t sayanything more but her hand finds the same spot on her head like before.

Yousef doesn’t know what to do. Hisgirlfriend, who doesn’t remember that she is his girlfriend, is in the hospitalwith what is hopefully just temporary memory loss.

“Do you want to sleep for awhile?”, Elias asks and then they exchange a few sentences in Arabic whichYousef doesn’t understand. Then Elias leans towards Yousef and whispers: “Apparently her hijab coversthe part of her head she fell on and it hurts. So she wants to take itoff.”

Yousef understands what he means to tellhim and quickly nods. Looking at Sana once more and seeing her already closeher eyes, he whispers back: “I’ll be outside.”

Elias shakes his head. “You can gohome and I’ll call you when something changes.”

The next look Elias receives from hisbest friend clearly shows that Yousef is going nowhere and that it’s not even aquestion. Elias moves and without knowing that he just wanted to sit down Yousef tellshim to not leave Sana alone. Before leaving the room Yousef looks at Sana againand presses his lips together.

She should rest. How he feels right nowdoesn’t matter.But he still can’t help himself. It feels like all the progress they made inthe past months didn’t even happen. They are back to square one. Sana thinkingYousef only sees her as Elias’ little sister. But that hasn’t been the case formany years now. In Sana’s confused look when she saw him, Yousef could see it.He could see that Sana didn’t see him as her boyfriend but only as herbrother’s friend. Now he knows that she had feelings for him even before theystarted to properly talk but it doesn’t make it hurt less now. The worst part:Yousef feels like he doesn’t have a right to feel like this. Sana had anaccident that hopefully has no long-term consequences. How he feels is thesmallest of the problems right now.

Sana and Elias’ parents are sitting infront of the room and both smile lightly at Yousef as he closes the door behindhim.

“She wanted to sleep.”, is allYousef says with a weak smile before he starts pacing up and down thehall.

“Yousef, don’t you want to go homeand Elias will call you if something happens. Sana is okay for now.”,Elias father says but Yousef quickly shakes his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll waithere.”

After some time in which Sana is justsleeping, her parents go down to the cafeteria and Elias still sits by his sister’sside. The doctors said she is fine, the tests basically confirmed that it’stemporary amnesia and within a few hours she should start remembering thing,probably older memories first.

Another while later Elias leaves Sana’shospital room. Yousef’s head snaps up and he looks at Eliasquestioningly.

“Did something happen?”

Elias can clearly hear the worry inYousef’s voice. Elias has been sitting by his sister’s side for a couple ofhours now, in which she just slept. All that time Yousef didn’t move from thishall. All he did was walk up and down or sit, facing the door.

Elias shakes his head. “No, don’tworry. I just need to use the bathroom. Maybe you want to go in there? Just soshe’s not alone if she wakes up while I’m gone.”

Yousef immediately stands up and goes tothe door. Before he opens it he thinks of something. Elias is not too far awayyet so Yousef calls after him.

“Did you cover her hairagain?”

Elias doesn’t know if he should laugh,roll his eyes or cry because his best friend, and his little sister’sboyfriend, is such a nice and thoughtful guy. Yousef just waits for an answerwith raised eyebrows until Elias nods.

Only then he opens the door slowly andcloses it quietly behind him. He tries to be as quiet as possible and sits downon the chair right next to the bed. His eyes wander along Sana’s body that iscovered by a blanket as if he could see if there are any injuries.

She’s lying on her back, one hand justat the edge of the bed. Yousef leans forward to take her hand in his but stopsmillimetres away. His hand hovers over hers but he shakes his head andwithdraws his hand. She’s sleeping, probably still not remembering that he isher boyfriend. It would be wrong.

Yousef rests his elbows on his knees andlooks at Sana. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. But it’s stillunsettling. She’s lying in a hospital bed. The doctor said she should be finebut that she is still in the hospital makes Yousef feel unsure. Rationally, heknows that it’s just for safety measures but he has never been the mostrational person. Sana is the rational person in his life that helps him seethings from that perspective.

It’s a bit eerie. There is barely anysound in the room. The sun is setting so there is not much light either. But hesomehow gets used to the silence in the room, right when Sana starts waking upand turning in the bed.

Yousef sits up straight and braceshimself for another comment like: Oh, Elias’ friend is here.

Sana finally turns to the side Yousefsits at. She blinks a few times and slowly sits up. Her eyes wander all overYousef’s face and all he can think is that she’s going to ask him to leave.Something in the way she looks at him tells him she still doesn’t remember himbeing her boyfriend. It’s okay, he tells himself, it’ll come sometime soon.

“Yousef.”, she says and stops.She tilts her head lightly and furrows her eyebrows. “What are you doinghere? ”, she looks down on herself and along the bed and mumbles:“What am I doing here?”

Yousef tries to sound calm to not freakher out: “You fell after basketball practice and hit your head. But don’tworry, there’s nothing too serious.”

Looking a bit confused Sana nods and herhand goes to touch her head. She blinks a few more times and Yousef wonderswhat the best thing to do would be. She doesn’t know why he would be hereinstead of her brother. If she doesn’t remember the past months.

“Maybe I should go getElias.”, he says and stands up. He doesn’t get to go far because he feelshow a soft hand slips into his and tucks him back. Now he is confused butstarts getting happier and happier by the second. With a step back to the bedhe looks at Sana who smiles at him, showing her dimples, which makes him startgrinning.

“Elias will come soon enough.Having my boyfriend here with me now is good enough.”

#skam #sana bakkoush #yousef acar #elias bakkoush #mamma bakkoush #pappa bakkoush #yousana fic #skam fic #yousana au #amnesia au

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queervagabond · 7 years

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How were you able to go back to college? Like, I basically failed mine and I just recently dropped out. Everybody keeps telling me to try again, but I'm just so embarrassed about it and I feel like a disappointment.

hey! I really apologize for not getting back sooner and I hope you see this. I have been dealing with finals and I wanted to figure out how to give this question the answer it deserves. If I don’t give a good one, since my strategy ended up being rambling my entire story of the past few years and hope something sticks, you are always welcome to message me or send another ask asking for a better answer.

When I first went to college, I did it because that was just what I was always told to do. Graduate high school and then go to college. Thats how life worked, no leap year, and it had to be a “legitimate college” aka art school was out of the question. So I went to a nice qualified school and I failed. Like all out complete failure. Lost a full ride my first semester and ended up in debt by the end of my second. The only thing I didn’t completely fuck up was the symphony program I was in. I like to say to people that ask that I didn’t fuck up the photo class I was in because that makes more sense than symphony program, but honestly, in the end I even messed that up. And I returned home feeling completely defeated. I wasn’t even metaphorically licking my wounds, I was purposefully letting them fester because I thought I didn’t get to recover from being a disappointment like that. And I didn’t talk to anybody about it because being a dropout can definitely feel embarrassing because of society’s standards (But one thing I had to realize is that everybody has a different personal timeline and I should give the middle finger to the stupid standards)

And for quite a while I was where you were. In theory I wanted it, but I couldn’t even start to imagine trying again. I had felt the fall once and there was no damn way I wanted to experience it again. But after a while, good god did I want it.

I had to get over my absolute terror of failing again. I had to get over all the people that looked down on me for dropping out. I had to get over the fact that I adored the college I first went to and that I couldn’t go back. I had to get over that the opportunities I had been presented there weren’t going to happen again. I had to make sure that I wasn’t pushing myself into something I couldn’t do yet. I had to want it.

Goodness that was a lot of baggage. And honestly, therapy helped a lot. If you have access to that, I highly suggest it. And find one that fits, not all are going to work, and it can be frustrating looking for one but my current one has helped me immensely get to where I am now.

But a tip, want it. Make sure you want it. And find a major and a school that fits you and that you want. Don’t do it because others are telling you to (along with those stupid societal standards,) do it because you want to. Take the time you need to figure everything out, get yourself back onto your two feet, do some introspection(I did A Lot of that,) and take a breather, because if you are like me, you need one even if it seems, at the time, wasteful. I took nearly two years. Seemed like forever but I needed it.

When I applied it ended up happening at 3 am on one of those nights where I want to do everything and see the world and think if I just try enough I can reach the stars. I feared the motivation would go away by morning like every other time so I applied that night and for a while I didn’t tell another living being that I had applied except in whispered anxious excitement to my cat. If I didn’t tell anybody then nobody else’s expectations would be riding on if I got in or not. I got a call at 8 am that woke me and I sat in bed crying for about 2 hours because they wanted me to come in with a portfolio and I interviewed and was damn honest when they asked what happened the past few years and got in and every damn day I am thankful for those terrifying minutes of bravery it took me to apply.

I found my fit at a small school where everybody knows everybody by their first name and I’m open about my past, in my depression and in my major failure, so people can understand me and I made sure I have a lot of support I can fall back onto in case I start slipping again. I went from failing every class I stepped foot in to straight A’s (bragging gives me a sour taste in my mouth a bit but I did this by and I have to remind myself I get to brag sometimes.) And while I had exactly one credit that could have transferred, I decided to not even enter as a transfer student because I wanted a new start.

And yes, I still have the regret. It still weighs on me late at night, full of what if’s. But I also can counter them with What Now? “Where do I go from here” and “Look at where I am now.” I had to make myself stop looking back, and told myself to just move on. You can’t drive a car looking in the rear view mirror, so how the hell was I going to go anywhere in life if I kept looking back.

Also, I quit facebook. Seeing everybody succeeding sure wasn’t helping and I needed to focus on me and not whatever my pseudo-friends from high school were doing. The only reason I didn’t delete it entirely was I needed a way to talk to my brother because he didn’t have a cell phone I could text in South Korea. So maybe you enjoy facebook, but also be careful on how much you look at where others are going and what they’re thinking and just focus on you.

So, want it my friend. Figure out what you want to do. When I express my regrets to my therapist he always points out that I’m just one of those people that sees no point in doing something I don’t enjoy so of course I struggled (and that the depression sure didn’t help lol.)

I can talk so much more about this but I don’t want to turn this into an introspective autobiography, if that hasn’t happened already. I hope this helps.

tldr- I waited until I wanted it like a man in a desert wants water. And a lot of therapy, self-reflection, and reassuring safeguards put in place. That too.

#fp #Anonymous #long post #also carrie fisher's quote of #Stay afraid #but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will fol #*follow #as always and will alway have an impact on my life #it helped me go back tbh #something i live by now

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