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The Thing About Trauma

It’s not as easy
as being Something That Happened to You,
a package you opened once.

You will wake up in a new ZIP code,
have to wander your way home,
carry a few of the things you love
to this new place
you live in now.

& so you buy throw pillows.
You put up twinkle lights
and have a big celebration,
point at the open windows
and tell everyone who has ever seen you crying,

look,

look how I have not caged myself,
look what I have made
out of two paint buckets
and the blessing of my still-here body,

but, of course, trauma leans into the bar cart.
Spills a drink on the new rug.
Breaks off the door handle on his way out.

Trauma sends you letters,
without warning,
for the rest of your life,
usually disguised as something else— 

a medical bill, maybe,
or a box of photo albums packaged up by your father,
just so you remember
trauma knows exactly where you live—

who did you think built the house?

⇁ city of stars | 01

Originally posted by chunghakim-archive

pairing⇁ Yoongi x Reader; Taehyung x Reader
genre⇁ drama, slight angst || hollywood!au, actor!bts, enemies to lovers
word count ⇁ 5.1k

When your childhood sweetheart packs his bags to pursue his dreams in the big city, the two of you promise to meet again once you’ve both become successful. Years later, you find yourself running to and fro auditions, desperately trying to make ends meet, while his face is plastered on every giant sized billboard in town.

↳  or; no one ever said the road to success was easy

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Make it So Easy

A Reference Material Verse ficlet


“You nervous?” he asks finally, finding his voice for the first time in what feels like hours. They haven’t spoken since he sat down, pulling her beside him, and the question bounces over the walls, louder than he means for it to be.

Her fingers twitch, curling tighter around his own. Her thumb slides over his, lazy and soft despite the tension in her other digits, the tension in her wrist. She’s soothing herself as much as she’s soothing him right now.

“Yeah,” she whispers, clearing her throat. “Yeah, I am.”

Rick nods, lowering his chin. His lips brush her hair once before he turns his cheek to rest against her head. Kate settles against him on a long exhale, allowing him to take her weight and shoulder some of her burdens for the moment.

“It’ll be okay,” he says, careful to lower his voice this time.

His girlfriend squeezes his hand. “This isn’t like an exam, Rick. We can’t just study and wait and hope for the best. This is–”

“I know,” he interrupts, shifting his weight. The tile under his ass is hard, though it no longer feels as cold as it had when he plunked down and refused to move. “I know it is. But it’ll still work out. Whichever way it needs to, it’ll work out.”

Her head lifts from his shoulder, her worried eyes nearly emerald in the cool overhead lights. Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t speak. Instead she rocks closer to taste the assurances from his lips.

“You make it sound so easy.”

He laughs against her mouth, trailing his fingers down her wrist. “Easy is the last thing I expect it to be. I’m nervous, too, Kate. But it’ll be okay.”

“No matter what?” she asks, moving their joined hands closer to her body. It twists his arm awkwardly, but he doesn’t complain or pull away.

“Yeah,” he promises quietly, willing the agitated flutter in his own chest to slow. He can freak out on his own time if he needs to, but right now the woman at his side deserves his full focus. “No matter what.”

She tenses at the beep of the timer, but doesn’t move to silence it. If anything, she burrows closer, pressing her nose into the warmth of his neck.

“I love you,” Kate breathes, squeezing his hand tighter. “And you know that… in a couple of years, it wouldn’t be… you know that, right?”

“I know,” he answers, steady in her reassurance. “I know, and I love you, too.” Rick cups her cheek, smearing his lips to her forehead. “Come on, moment of truth.”

Kate nods, pulling away. He watches her swallow hard and presses his mouth to hers one more time.

“Moment of truth,” she echoes, sucking in a deep breath before reaching across his body to silence the timer and lift the test from the lid of the toilet.

She sags against him, her fingers going slack in his grip. He doesn’t ask, won’t fill the silence with conversation just yet, but she knows what he needs to see, turning her wrist to let him read the display for himself.

Not Pregnant.

Her arms wind around his neck. “Just stress then,” she says, resting her forehead against his temple. “From the semester, graduation coming up, my training…”

Rick nods, palming her back. Exactly what they’d needed it to be right now with the final few months of school for the both of them, his writing, and Kate preparing to enter the police academy at the end of the summer. But even as relief washes over him, want does, too.

He wants that life for them. The kids, and the pets, and the driving each other crazy forever. He wants that.

When the time is right.

Her lips brush the corner of his mouth, drawing him from his contemplation. He hums, nudging her nose with his, letting her know he’s with her.

“Me too, Rick,” she whispers, somehow reading his mind. Or maybe the look on his face. “I want that, too.”

Palming her back, he pulls her onto his lap, sealing his mouth to hers as she gasps. He needs her closer right now.

“And when the time comes,” she adds, panting against his lips. “I promise to only freak out a little bit.”

He grins, preparing to stand with her in his arms. As much as he likes this bathroom, making love on the floor has its drawbacks.

“Deal.”

8

❝whatever happened to chivalry? does it only exist in 80′s movies? i want john cusack holding a boombox outside my window. i want to ride off on a motorcycle with patrick dempsey i want jake from 16 candles waiting outside the church for me. i want judd nelson thrusting his fist up in the air because he knows he got me, just once, i want my life to be like an 80′s movie. preferbly with one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. but no, john hughes did not direct my life. 

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