I was feeling awful

So….I started writing chapter 4 of Mr. Min (the one from Yoongi’s point of view) because I really wanted to get his backstory down on paper and out of my head and…. I’m just gonna go ahead and apologize to everyone, especially those on Team Yoongi, because I didn’t mean for it to get as dark and grim as it did but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

I’ve vowed to stop Sadposting or at least attempt not to as much as i can because I feel like it’s a largely pointless bunch of nonsense that doesn’t accomplish anything worthwhile or do me any good and only serves to irritate/worry others but don’t get me wrong I’m still doing awful and feeling worse. good night take care!

anonymous asked:

Sick noya with the phrase "come here, I'll keep you warm"

Nishinoya had been feeling awful all day, but it wasn’t until he stepped out into the cold after practice that it really took a turn for the worse.  Of course, practice itself had been hellish, between the stomach cramps that made him significantly slower than normal, the pounding headache that made it hard to see straight, and the shortness of breath that made it feel like he had no stamina at all, but the nausea- well that was new.

Unconsciously, he wrapped both of his arms around his stomach.  He could vaguely hear the rest of his teammates chatting and heading their separate ways to walk home and took the opportunity to slip away.  He walked a little ways, and then stumbled over to a bench and collapsed onto it, clutching his stomach and curling into a ball.  Shivers wracked his entire body.


Nishinoya’s eyes flew open at the familiar voice; he thought he’d made sure to avoid any paths his teammates might take home, but somehow he’d been found out anyway.  He blinked slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, there was a tall figure looking down at him.


Bundled up in a thick, fluffy coat and an even fluffier scarf with mittens to match, the older boy raised a finger to his temple and scratched his head.  He was anxiously alternating between looking at Nishinoya and avoiding eye contact, occasionally opening his mouth as if to say something, but remaining speechless.

“Um, Asahi, is there-“ Nishinoya paused to suck in a gasp as the nausea spiked, then forced himself to breathe out slowly until it faded.  Then he finished, “-is there something wrong?”

“Are- Are you alright, Noya?  You didn’t answer when I said goodbye and I got concerned and so I followed you and I’m sorry but you really don’t look very good, and you don’t have enough warm clothes on to just sit here outside and… Sorry.  Are you okay?”

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That’s not true! You were a righteous man! You were willing to sacrifice your life for the sake of others! Your strength is on a whole different level! I don’t even begin to compare to you! And yet…! I’m sorry, Ebisu!

my least favorite thing is where I don’t intentionally procrastinate and instead just suddenly find out that I totally didn’t do the thing and it is now too late

I hate that thing