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abbacuuss · 5 months

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1. selfie: I'll post one after this.

2. what would you name your future kids? Genevieve and Canderous Scott or Scott.

3. do you miss anyone? I miss my brother, Drew.

4. what are you looking forward to? Just being happy.

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? My mom.

6. is it hard for you to get over someone? Absolutely.

7. what was your life like last year? Full of sickness.

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? Yes

9. who did you last see in person? My mom.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings? Yes. I'm a Capricorn.

11. are you listening to music right now? No just a fan.

12. what is something you want right now? Tacos.

13. how do you feel right now? My body hurts.

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? Its been a while

15. personality description: Sarcastic nerd

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? Yeah.

17. opinion on insecurities. I am insecurities personified.

18. do you miss how things were a year ago? Not at all.

19. have you ever been to New York? I've never been out of the Tristate area.

20. what is your favourite song at the moment? Word up by Cameo

21. age and birthday? 32 and Jan 15th

22. description of crush.

23. fear(s): Death.

24. height: 6'

25. role model: My brother.

26. idol(s): Billie

27. things i hate: myself

28. i’ll love you if… you accept me as I am.

29. favourite film(s): Donnie Darko, original Ghostbusters, and 10 things I hate about you

30. favourite tv show(s): too many to name

31. 3 random facts: I can't roll my tongue, I can't blow bubbles in gum, and penguins have a gland above their eyes that convert salt water to fresh water to see when diving.

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? Girls?

33. something you want to learn: more languages

34. most embarrassing moment: peed myself at a church sleepover. I didn't even go to that church.

35. favourite subject: pottery

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? Be happy, be comfortable financially, treat my mom right.

37. favourite actor/actress: Paul Rudd

38. favourite comedian(s): Gabriel Iglesias

39. favourite sport(s): curling

40. favourite memory: Coming home from the hospital after my blood clot.

41. relationship status: single

42. favourite book(s): World War Z

43. favourite song ever: Pearl of the Stars by Coheed and Cambria

44. age you get mistaken for: 20s

45. how you found out about your idol: He is my sibling.

46. what my last text message says: "nope. Not hurt."

47. turn ons: ask me privately.

48. turn offs: Dishonesty

49. where i want to be right now: Im in bed so...

50. favourite picture of your idol: nope

51. starsign: Capricorn

52. something i’m talented at: making people laugh

53. 5 things that make me happy: my cats, tacos, video games, giving love, and learning new things.

54. something thats worrying me at the moment: my heart.

55. tumblr friends: all of them.

56. favourite food(s): Mexican food, Italian food, American Chinese food

57. favourite animal(s): otters and cats

58. description of my best friend: n/a

59. why i joined tumblr: was reporting e3 back in 2009

60. ask me anything you want: you didn't ask me anything.

#answered #asked #anon #about me

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Stressful Times (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Stressful imes Rating: PG Length: 1300 Warnings: Angst Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in May 1997. Short cause #selfcare. Summary: Reader voices her frustrations.

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You peered over the top of the refrigerator door, spotting Javier looming in the threshold of the kitchen. “What are you doing up?” He questioned, one brow arching upwards as he glared at you.

“What are you doing home early?” You countered, tucking the jar of pickles under your arm as you grabbed the mayonnaise as nudged the door shut with your hip, before sitting both jars down on the counter.

“You’re supposed to be laying down.” He insisted, though he hadn’t brushed from his spot as he watched you prepping the hard boiled eggs you had made for egg salad.

“And you,” You started, glancing at the time on the microwave. “Usually have office hours right now.” You opened the bag of white bread, throwing two slices down on a plate.

“Why don’t you go lay down and I’ll make your sandwich?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Why don’t you just stand there and look pretty and I’ll continue making my own sandwich?”

Javier had been driving you crazy with how concerned he was. It felt like you couldn’t do anything without him deciding it was too strenuous. And it was driving you crazy.

As much as you loved the man, you actually looked forward to him being gone at work so you could sit outside and read a book or recline on the sofa and watch soaps.

Laying in bed was the last thing you wanted to do.

“You know, one of the books I read suggested that eggs could be dangerous.” Javier offered, folding his arms across his chest.

“The doctor told me to focus on eating protein, Javi.” You gestured to the half-made bowl of eggs, mayo, and pickles. “This is protein.”

“Baby, I’m just looking out for both of you.” Javier held his hands up in mock-defense and you couldn’t help the sharp laugh that escaped you. “What?”

“I have another month of this and I’ll be damned if you keep me confined to that fucking bedroom.” You warned him, pointing at him with the knife you’d used to cut the eggs. “Knock it off.”

Javier frowned, but he nodded his head understandingly. “I’m just trying to take care of you.”

“I know you are.” You sighed, tossing the knife in the sink. “But you’re driving me crazy. I’m miserable enough without feeling like I’m trapped in this house, alright?”

And he was still being so cautious with you. That was getting under your skin too. Javier was treating your like a porcelain doll and you fucking hated it.

At least you had managed to get him to finally touch you the other morning. That had taken the edge off the unruly hormones that cropped up, but Javier had gone straight back to barely touching you.

It was so different from when you were pregnant with Josie. It had come with its own difficulties, sure, but Javier hadn’t been this distant with you — he didn’t treat you like a patient.

“I’m just following the doctor’s orders.” Javier reminded you, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “I don’t want to see you in the hospital like that again, baby.”

You sighed heavily, turning around to face him as you stirred your bowl of egg salad, folding the ingredients in. “Trust me, Javier — ending up in the hospital is the last thing I want. But these past few months… I don’t know. Blame it pregnancy hormones or whatever, but I feel more like a baby incubator and less like your pregnant partner.” You sat the bowl aside, turning your focus on him.

“I’m—“

“If that’s an apology, I really don’t want it, Javi. I get why you’re reacting this way, but it’s driving me insane.” You gestured between the two of you. “I miss this. I feel like every conversation we have is about how I feel, or if I’ve been too active, or what’s happening inside of me.”

You hated to say that it felt like some of the spark was gone, but it definitely felt lackluster lately. Everything was centered around the baby, leaving everything else to get lost in the background.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I’m not going to force a conversation.” You shot back, turning back to spread the egg salad onto the bread and finish with your sandwich. “Can you clean up for me? I’d hate to do anything too strenuous.”

“Baby—“

“Would you like to feed me too?” You questioned as you breezed past him.

“I realize I’ve been overbearing.” He snapped and you were almost thrilled to get some reaction out of him. “But do you have any idea how fucking traumatizing it was to show up at the hospital? To not know if I was going to lose you? To lose all of this?” He set his jaw hard and shook his head. “I saw you bleeding out in Colombia again, but this time I didn’t have a belt to stop the bleeding.”

You hesitated, turning to look back at him. “I know it was hard on you, Javier… but I’m still me. I’m not some fragile egg you have to protect like a penguin—“

Javier’s brows drew together, “What?”

“Bad analogy.” You shrugged. “What I’m saying is… I have high blood pressure, but that’s not who I am. I don’t know… I just had very different expectations for this pregnancy.”

He didn’t say anything else to that. He just stared at you, long and hard before he busied himself with cleaning up the mess you had made.

You headed for the sofa with your sandwich, wondering if he would even join you or if he’d sulk in the kitchen until you inevitably retreated back to the bedroom.

Stevie barked quietly, jumping up onto the sofa beside you and sitting as close to you as possible without being on you. “That’s my good girl.” You cooed, scratching at her ears. “You like ear scratchies?”

“I could do with some good ear scratchies.” Javier remarked as you loosened his tie and strolled into the family room.

“Ear scratchies are for good boys.” You told him, taking a bite of your sandwich as you gave him a skeptical look. “Not sure that applies.”

Javier rubbed at the back of his neck as he moved to sit down on the arm of the sofa, sighing heavily. “Baby, I don’t wanna fight.”

“We’re not fighting.” You told him, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m just really not in the mood for being treated like I can’t do anything.”

“I know.” Javier slid off the arm of the sofa and onto the cushion beside Stevie. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You pursed your lips as you turned to look at him, brows drawn together. “Apology accepted.” You smiled a little, leaning forward to sit the plate down on the coffee table. “Stevie, down.” You told the dog, waiting for her to jump off the sofa and lay down at your feet before you patted your leg.

Javier chuckled softly before he scooted down onto the sofa and rested his head on your lap. “Thank you.”

You brushed your fingers over his forehead, “You’re welcome, babe.” You told him softly, winding your fingers through his hair. “How was class today?”

“I was lecturing on the constitution.” He dragged his hand over his face and sighed heavily. “So you know how it went.”

“No wonder why you’re being such a dick.” You retorted, tracing your finger down his nose.

Javier huffed softly, turning his head to press a kiss to your stomach. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“I know.”

“I just don’t want anything to go wrong.” He told you honestly and you knew he meant well.

“Neither do I.” You tugged gently at his hair. “But please let me do what I feel is right, okay? I know my body and my mind — I know what I need.”

Javier nodded his head slowly, reaching up to catch your hand, bringing it down to press a kiss to your palm. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You promised him. “Even when you make me want to kill you.”

He snorted, “And that’s how I know you love me.”

The last thing you needed was the added stress of being at odds with the one person who made everything in the world feel right.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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