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genericamentegiuseppe · 1 year

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John Cale - Mercy

È il diciassettesimo album per John Cale, una (lunga) elegia urbana che dialoga l'ultimo Nick Cave e il caro William Burroughs.

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ueasking · 9 days

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"I went through a dark period that no one else knew of." Three years after All Star Sports Day aired, Chris Chiu's career should have been bigger, but he felt lost once again. "What more did I have to offer to the entertainment business? Those who entered showbiz around the same time as I did seemed to all be doing very well, while I seemed to be stuck in the same place." Once someone turns 30, society has certain expectations of them, so he held himself up to those same standards, and even beat down on himself. He then decided to start working out to feel better, "god is very interesting, every time I start working out, change follows." He smiles and says, "Wei Qian came two, three months later. The very first time I heard this name, I felt this jolt in my heart."

Chris Chiu shared that actors have this saying that characters have souls, they'll find someone suitable, and use that person to send a message to an audience. The BL drama Unknown is based on the novel Da Ge by Chinese author Priest. It tells the story of Wei Qian, who was abused by his drug-addict mother for the better part of his childhood. Once his parents passed, he shouldered the responsibility of taking care of the family. He raised his baby sister, who he's related to by blood, and younger brother, who he adopted from the streets, on his own. At a young age, he dropped out of school, got involved in gang activity, and worked odd jobs. As he grew up in hardship, his sensitive younger brother started developing feelings for him that went beyond that of a sibling. During that dark period when the future was unknown, there was this synchronicity between Chris Chiu and Wei Qian. He said that reading the novel itself felt like he was being comforted and saved.

"Wei Qian looks like he's very strong, but on the inside, he really needs to be loved. It's just that he believes that he doesn't deserve to be loved, which is why he put up a shield to block out the outside world. If someone starts showing love when you're in despair, little by little, the shield starts to crack and you start to realize that you do indeed deserve to be loved, and that you are not alone." This character was by Chris Chiu's side as he walked out of his funk, and through Chris, taught everyone going through a hard time to believe that someone will be by your side looking over you just like the sun. "Compared to loving oneself, I believe that loving someone else will challenge your limits, make you forget about your own limitations, and realize that you're very strong."

Note: There's some overlap in content with an instagram post Chris made a little over a month ago, but I really liked this interview, so I thought that I'd share the parts that are related to Unknown.

#unknown #unknown the series #關於未知的我們 #chris chiu #chiu yi chen #*unknown

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xxnomadsxx · 2 months

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So how would the tribes and their leaders react to the grey trolls?

Pacifically Delta Dawn,Queen Essence and King Quincy and Queen Barb.

I read from one of your posts that the grey country trolls were grey because they liked other music genres and were considered criminals resulting them getting kicked out of their home and if I'm not mistaken a few were kids?

How would they react to seeing Delta Dawn since she is mostly likely the one who made the decision.

The (some) funk trolls were researchers that were left behind so how will they feel when they meet Queen Essence and King Quincy,and how will those two react knowing how they became grey.

And how will Queen Barb react to the reasons the rock trolls left and became grey especially since one of them was deaf.

Pop: The Pop trolls try to welcome back the grey trolls with open arms. (They are so happy by the discovery of them Because friendship) Who for some reason aren’t to excited to come back? I wonder why.. (The grey trolls are way to scared of what the pop tribe is like they basically took a break from being “happy”like the others and now see how messed up everything is) The Pop tribe is determined to bring there colors back no matter what (I’m talking loud obnoxious parties, activity after activity, loooooonnnngg hugs that last for days, being braided to another troll who is supposed to be your fun buddy) but after a long time (and tons of reflection) they realize how messed up it all seemed. So they took it slow and let them just get accustomed to everything, a party or two a week and not a lot of loud noises (plus no more tying people together) gradually overtime the grey pop trolls are able to be in the village and not feel overwhelmed (a looooot of insecurity about being grey though)

Techno: Trollex welcomes all the Techno trolls who were lost, left or born in the grey tribe. (He was initially shocked but quickly relieved to find the missing trolls who have been gone for years!! Plus the new editions) He tries to help them as much as he can, ie fixing torn flippers, setting up a new foster system for future trollings, making sure to know who is here or missing every week, overall just trying to help with what he can to make them more comfortable (He didn’t do much wrong with the grey Techno trolls as some of the other tribes besides a few getting separated from the group by currents and no one noticing) but he tries to right whatever wrong there is…..and throw a few raves in their honor he is still a troll he will party. The grey Techno trolls greatly appreciate it and get along well with the other Techno trolls.

Funk: The absolute guilt the royal family has is insane!!! Not only did they leave behind a group of researchers, but they are the ones who asked for them TO BE THERE!!(they did go back and look for them but found nothing) they try to make amends and do whatever to help the trolls, the fact the trolls were grey because of them almost put them in an early grave. They start figuring out ways so that this situation would never happen again (I feel like trackers would be their best option) the grey Funk researchers are a little angry at the royal fam (I mean they left them so it’s a valid response) but they do forgive them on account of why they left (I’m going to say bird attack that forced them to get out of there quickly) and the fact they went back for them🥹 (the fam still does whatever to help like, making therapy a way bigger thing on the ship for others ) they also help the other grey funk trolls get accustomed to the ship and being around more trolls.

Classical: Trollzart would immediately put into action more ways for Symphony Ville to be more accessible for trolls who can’t fly, while also putting in ways for the classical trolls to get around more (I imagine they use walking cane or some form of wheelchairs to get around because like they have the bodies of literal BABIES?!?! Can they even walk on their own?!?) As for the other grey trolls they try to get accustomed to them, maybe put on performances where they show their sorrow and anguish, but also try their best to help them however they can.

Country: Oh boy… Delta is absolutely mortified by her actions. Not only did she kick out a couple of trolls from the flats (sooo much guilt) but they had kids while they were out there, kids who had to survive in the forest for years !!!( I hc that she absolutely loves kids!!) she tried her best to make what she did right (she’s been feeling guilty about it for years) the banished country trolls themselves hold a lot of resentment towards her. I mean who wouldn’t for what she did to them, but after months of holding the grudge and resentment and many many constant apologies and acts of kindness they eventually forgive Delta (there is still awkward tension between the three but they try to put it aside) Delta does absolutely whatever to fawn and show the kids love and kindness since she feels guilty about her being the reason they were grey to begin with. She also helps the other grey country trolls who either went too far away from the flats or got dragged away by predators and got lost cause of it. She tries her best to make amends for all the country trolls and their young. Now she tries to keep track of her people more and has grown a tolerance to all music. The grey trolls greatly appreciate all she does for them and their kids now. (I know I made Delta look like a bad person but this was in the past and to be fair she did lock up Poppy and Branch when she first met them sooooo… I do really love Delta though)

Rock: Barb was angered by the fact some of her people were in the forest surviving for years and grey!??!!! (She seems to be really insecure about being a leader this issue does not help her) she places a lot of guilt on herself because of this and does WHATEVER it takes to make things right!! So she implements a lot of mental health things (more therapy, rage rooms concerts about mental health) anything to bring awareness and to help. For the one deaf rock troll they go immediately to the funk trolls and soon enough hearing aids were made for the little rocker (by the way the deaf troll is like 8, i thought it would make it more angsty that a child left because they felt out of place.. and I was right!!! it makes it sooo much worse) Barb and the rock trolls basically bend over backwards to help their fellow rockers. The grey rockers greatly appreciate what has been done for them and how they got used to their survivalist antics.

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gethooked · 2 months

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My girl and her family ~ HOOK imagine

Authors note: This will be my last fic/imagine for a while I just need to take a break for my mental health. I will also be taking a break mostly from posting on Tumblr but you will see me reposting fics/imagines from other writers. But once I’m out of this funk I will get back to writing.

Can you please do a story where Hook and Reader have been dating for 6 months and Reader finally wants her parents Hook is nervous as heck but Reader tells him that everything is going to be fine and that he’s been nervous without a reason and when he meets her parents they adore him and welcome him into the family?! - requested by @brideofinfamy

Tyler and I have been dating for six months now. He promised me that he would meet my parents once we got to six months. And he kept that promise. He was nervous in my opinion for no reason whatsoever. My parents were chill people, they just wanted to make sure that their daughter was well taken care of and not taken advantage of.

As we got to my parent's house I noticed Tyler getting more nervous. I grabbed his hand squeezed it and kissed it. With a kiss following on his lips. After he calmed down a little bit he got out and walked to my side of the car to help me out. As I got out he grabbed my hand and kissed it also and then kissed me on the side of my head.

He did this to let me know that he would hopefully be fine. As we were walking up to the front door my mom whipped the door open. Came running over to us gave me a big hug and gave Tyler a big hug also. After she let go she walked us into the house. As we got in my dad was cooking and Tyler immediately walked in to introduce himself and offer his assistance.

My dad accepted his help but before he could tell Tyler what to do I walked in. He was me and smiled and wrapped me in a big bear hug. I accepted his hug and squeezed him as best as I could myself. Tyler watched as this was going on as he knew how much my relationships with my parents mattered to me. He smiled and waited for the hug to be over.

My dad let me go and told me to go relax with my mom, which I gladly accepted. What I failed to hear while they were finishing everything up was what they were talking about. They were talking about our relationship. How we met, our first date, how he felt about me. My mom did her own asking questions about him and asked me everything she could think of to me.

I answered each question with a smile on my face and she noticed this and knew how much I loved him just by the smile. My dad called our names and told us dinner was ready. As we walked into the dining room we saw that everything was already set up. We sat down and the boys sat down next to us. Tyler and I on one side, my mom and dad on the other.

Throughout dinner, my parents would ask Tyler and me questions which we would answer. The questions would be random or would go with whatever we were talking about. As dinner was finished no one had room for dessert. Tyler and I offered to clean up so my parent could relax. My parents greatly accepted.

As we were cleaning up, Tyler and I talked about how he thinks my parents like him or not. He said he wasn’t sure because it was his first time meeting my parents so he couldn’t read them yet. I told him I think he’s alright and that they accept him dating their daughter. He just looked at me confused. I told him because with every question he answered both of my parents smiled at the answers which meant it was a good answer.

When we got done we walked into the living room and my parents were watching TV. Once they noticed us, they shut the TV off and just smiled at us. Which was kind of creepy. After a few seconds, my dad spoke up and said he approved of Tyler. This made Tyler smile, knowing that it made me happy they accepted him.

We stayed a little bit longer and chilled out with my parents watching TV and just talking. During this, I knew I wanted to marry him in the future with the way he clicked with both of my parents right away.

Taglist: @99hook @carlybow @saramusazzi99

#hook aew #aew hook #hook #send hook #730 hook #aew hook imagine #hook imagine #aew hook x reader #hook aew imagine

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mewtwoandme · 3 months

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It's that time again folks!

It's been a hot minute since I've done one of these ask my muse(s) games lol. I'm still in a bit of a motivation funk with art, so I wanna do something else fun. The majority of you know how this works, but here's a run-down for the newbies.

In an ask, send the name of the character with the # of the question you wanna ask next to it

Example: (character's name) 10.

Available Characters: Jericho, Lakota, Amber, Mew, Sivith, Gwen, Jay, Mandy, and I'll even throw in Legion as a bonus future character, just to see how it goes! ^^

Note: ONE CHARACTER AT A TIME PLEASE. I've noticed in the last couple of games that I've done, despite giving specific directions, some people were trying to give questions to multiple characters in one ask. This ain't a kill two birds with one stone type deal, if you wanna ask more than one character a question, it has to be individually.

Alrighty! Go nuts and have fun! ^^

Are you outgoing or shy?

Describe yourself in 6 words?

Are you easy to get along with?

What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Do you believe in luck or miracles?

What is your favorite form of self expression?

What are your bad habits?

Do you have trust issues?

Favorite part of your daily routine?

Would you rather live without TV or music?

What song do you listen to when you’re sad?

What do you say during awkward silences?

What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

If you're being extremely quiet, what does it mean?

Do you swear often?

What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

Favourite colour?

Favourite food?

First thing you ate this morning?

Last thing you ate?

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Cold room with lots of blankets or hot room with no blankets?

Favourite tv show?

Favourite movie?

How are you feeling currently?

Do you regret anything from your past?

Do you come from a big family?

Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Do you like Chinese food?

Favourite book?

Are you currently bored?

What makes you happy?

What's your zodiac sign?

Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

What can’t you live without (besides other humans)?

Do you like talking about yourself?

What is the greatest lie you’ve ever told?

How tall are you?

Summer, Spring, Fall or Winter?

Night person or Morning person?

Tea or Coffee?

Are you having a good day?

Do you believe in ghosts?

Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

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strangelittlestories · 2 months

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Ever since I rose from the pseudo-dead to find Britain in its time of direst need, I have found myself prone to occasional fits of melancholy.

(Not that I’m bitter. Oh no. I’m thrilled to find myself alone, barring the company of a sentient oversized steak knife, subbing for dear-old-daddy Arthur’s destiny.)

These occasional funks are perhaps to be expected. After all, the experience of being a spirit subsumed by the earth was a dreamlike and peaceful quasi-non-existence. Don’t get me wrong, I kept myself informed of all your drama … but when you’re getting your news by slowly subsuming the brains and bones of the deceased, it kinda comes one step removed.

It was *nice* to have that emotional disconnect. To have a bit of a buffer from the trials and tribulations of inhabiting an organic body with screaming nerves and chemicals rushing about to yell about *feelings*.

Even in the information age - when phone lines and broadband cables began dumping data into the earth - it was a pleasant phantasmagoria of media and gossip.

So waking up in a fresh flesh form, with all that messy live-streamed molecular input … it was a bit of a rollercoaster to readjust. And, if I’m being honest, I don’t think I ever really got a handle on it the first time.

So … yeah, it came with these intense bouts of listless sadness. They felt like, I dunno, like you wandered into a thick fog, but it’s not really fog. It’s a bruise on the face of reality, all purple and yellow and blotchy and sore … and you’re in the middle of it.

And, sure, that feeling is probably par for the course. The surprising bit - and I blame all the memelords I absorbed through the wires for this - is that when I’m feeling this way, I get weirdly *punny*.

Like, the other day, I was thinking about how annoying it is to be stuck with Excalibur, right? This asshole - aside from being remarkably talkative for a shined-up chunk of ore - is a constant reminder of all the family baggage.

And I was thinking:,isn’t it funny that my dad’s ex-girlfriend, a powerful fae and spirit of literal destiny, gifted him a sword called Excalibur.

As if to say to his future partners: I got him a whole-ass magic sword that proclaimed his fate as the one king to rule them all. That’s the ‘calibre’ of ‘ex’ that you’re dealing with, so suck it Guinevere.

(Get it? Ex-calibre?)

Then I wondered: what if dad only dated the Lady for the magic sword?

I guess that’s human men for you. They only want one thing. They’re always just trying to get blade.

…and, inexplicably, wordplay like this makes me feel *better*. And not, y’know, like a monster of the highest order (which, let us not forget, a lot of people think I am).

Wild.

#writing #microfiction #flash fiction #short story #puns #feghoot #more mordred fic #ma boi mordred #arthuriana

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bagog · 4 months

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Star Trek: Discovery Narrative Highlights

So I really like Discovery, but differently than I like other Star Treks. My love for Voyager, for instance, is based off the sense of found-family in the face of sci-fi shenanigans. I could pick out favorite episodes, but my favorite episodes don't necessarily represent the epitome of what I love about the show, y'know?

It's different with Disco. There are concrete moments from through out the show that made me go "Okay, I like this, I want this. More of this." Here's some of them! This is indulgent and all from memory

Season 1 - Klingons Speak Klingon

In a story about Klingons fearing the Federation as an institution which will irrevocably alter their culture, the Klingons actually speak Klingon. Love it. Season 1 - Gabriel Lorca

I loved seeing a Star Fleet captain who seemed to have ascended because of his skill at war: a trait which ordinarily would not elevate one within Starfleet service, per se. It made him interesting. Your mileage may vary on where this went, but. He's still a big appeal on rewatch.

Season 2 - Queer People Helping Queer People

The introduction of Jet Reno is one of my favorite hallmarks in the show. I love Jet, and I love the way she serves as a foil to every other character. But best of all, I loved the scene when she is talking to Hugh Culber about how distant he's been from his husband (since coming back from the dead, so, you know) and helps him by relating her own story about her wife, who is now passed. To say I'm happy to see queer stories on Star Trek is a massive understatement, but this was the moment it locked in for me. In the world of the Federation, there's no difference between being queer or straight and anyone could've talked Hugh out of his funk. But in our world, it's usually queer people helping queer people make sense of their experiences. Recognizing the importance of that distinction and going with the queers-helping-queers take is a really big deal for me.

Season 2 - Amanda

This is hands-down the best representation of Amanda we've ever been given and she is so wonderfully human and warm that it helps you understand Spock and Michael so much better. I don't know what to say other than that, I love her.

Season 3 - The Future

I love that they went not just into the future, but further into the future than any mainline trek lore has gone. Hell yes. I'm bummed it's kinda a post-Utopian mess, but I get storywise why that's the case. I love the future starships, I love the future technology, I like that we just "BZP" to wherever we want to be in the ship now. In a show increasingly steeped in centuries of canon lore, it's smart and challenging to try to do "a millennium in the future."

Season 3 - Queer Family

Queer Family! Queer Family in Star Trek! This is my queers-helping-queers point but dialed up to 11. Love it, would do anything for it.

Season 4 - Artificial Intelligence

The ship is alive and she's named herself. This comes to a head in an episode in Season 4 where Paul Stamets feels very hesitant about this, after the plot of Season 2 was trying to stop AI from destroying the galaxy. There's this whole Measure of a Man but Not Quite Because Its the B Story thing going on, but at the end of it, there's a twist. Paul eventually learns to accept his new crewmate, but then he asks the person in-charge of the inquest "What would you have done if I said I wasn't comfortable serving with an AI?" and the dude goes "I would've assigned you to another ship. This was never about whether she has a soul or whatever, it's about if you can learn to accept that with you 22nd century brain." And that's.... that's great.

Season 4 - Mental Health

Mental Health is a thread running through some of Discovery (Season 2 flirts with Spock's neurodivergence, for instance) but never more than in Season 4. Hugh Culber, the ship's ray of sunshine and de facto counselor, is in bad shape, mentally, and he needs help. But the best moment is when the away-team is beset by chemical memories of panic and basically rendered useless with fear... except for Detmer, who helps them all get through it. When asked why she was unaffected, she says "Oh I totally was affected, but after my grievous injury during the war, I went to therapy for the PTSD and learned some coping strategies" AND THAT'S WHAT SAVES THE GALAXY.

Anyway, this is very indulgent and probably nobody reads this, but thanks if you did.

#star trek #star trek discovery #disco #Jet reno #Michael Burnham #Hugh Culber #Paul Stamets #keyla detmer #i will probably delete this

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tswaney17 · 5 months

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Like Dad

Happy @azrielappreciationweek, Day 7: Free

I was very excited to bring back my Oh Baby AU for this week. I'm slowly coming out of my creative funk, and I hope to be back to posting on the regular here soon! 💕

Catch up here: Little One, My Son

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Trigger warnings: none

Word Count: 2,224

This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.

Azriel slid Rosalie’s plate back in front of her after cutting her roasted chicken up into more manageable bites.

“Thanks, Daddy!” she announced, spearing a piece of meat and popping it into her mouth.

He leaned down, kissing the top of her head.

“How is training going?” Elain asked her elder sister.

They were having their weekly family dinner at Rhys and Feyre’s manor. Since they all started having children, the sisters pushed to keep up these traditions so the cousins could grow up together. Or at least they tried to as much as possible. Occasionally, one group wouldn’t be able to make it, like when Amren and Varian were in Summer, or Cassian took his lot to the Illyrian Steppes. But, for the most part, they all showed up for this set-aside, few hours to reconnect as a family.

And it worked. Kaden and Nyx were as thick as thieves, and Rosalie and her younger cousin Sutton were already the best of friends. He loved seeing their children together. It reminded him much of his childhood with his brothers. The bond formed through centuries that could never be broken.

Tested, yes.

Broken, no.

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floralseokjin · 2 years

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 17.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 6,695

warnings/includes (!) mentions of homophobia, a father-daughter heart to heart, another heart to heart with Seokjin, therapy mentions, season two’s HEA

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

Seokjin startled, so stuck inside his own head he’d forgotten where he was, who he was sat by.

Hoseok widened his eyes, head tilted slightly as he waited for a response. “You’ve had that seat in a death grip ever since you sat down. I know you’re not afraid of flying, so what’s up?”

Seokjin turned, looking out the window, letting the shape of the clouds distract him. “I might have acquired a phobia since the last time,” he muttered.

Hoseok sighed, long and hard. “I know you didn’t want to go, I didn’t either. Leaving Kang sucks, but it’s only for a few days.”

“That’s not what this is about. I mean, it is, but it’s also more than that.” Seokjin let out a sigh of his own. “I met ____’s family yesterday.”

“Finally,” Hoseok laughed, then noticed the solemn look on Seokjin’s face. “Oh. So it didn’t go well?”

That was putting it lightly. It couldn’t have gone worse if he’d tried. Well, that wasn’t so true, but it still didn’t make things any better. “Her stepmom was great, really excited for the baby. Her brother and sister too…”

“Dad?” Hoseok deduced, wincing.

“He called me pompous,” Seokjin admitted after a beat of silence, face hot.

“He seems a great judge of character,” Hoseok snorted, then covered it up with a cough when Seokjin shot him a look. “Sorry.” He flattened his mouth. “What happened?”

“He thinks I’m going to end up leaving once Glob is born.” Just saying that aloud made Seokjin’s stomach roll.

“Can he see into the future, or?”

“Hoseok, let’s be serious,” Seokjin asked, getting frustrated. “It was terrible. He fucking hates me.” Seokjin said that last part as quietly as he could, aware they were flying business class. The last thing he wanted was to offend or disturb anyone, but thankfully most people had earphones in. “He was shouting, he would hardly listen to me. It was…bad.” Hoseok seemed a little stunned, so Seokjin carried on, feeling mildly relieved to get this all off his chest. “I understand his concerns, but he took a dislike to me as soon as I walked through the door. I didn’t stand a chance.”

“How did ____ take it?”

Seokjin rubbed a hand over his face, his chest tightening. “She was crying. This whole time she’s had it in her head he wouldn’t mind, she wasn’t expecting him to be so upset.”

“You mean angry,” Hoseok corrected. “Angry because he’s a psychic and knows that you’re going to leave her once the baby is born…?”

“Hoseok, please.” Now wasn’t the time for joking around. “There’s more to it. I can’t really go into it because…well…” It wasn’t his business to tell. Your father was worried that history would repeat itself, and it was pretty near impossible to make him believe otherwise.

“I understand,” Hoseok nodded, then carefully: “So, you didn’t want to leave her today because she was so upset?”

Seokjin’s stomach dropped. “I didn’t—we didn’t spend the night together,” he admitted disjointedly. “I went home. I needed—I just needed to be alone.”

“Wait, what?” Hoseok sounded in disbelief. “Her dad blows up, makes her cry and then you just drop her off at home. ‘Oh, by the way, I’m going to Japan for a week.’”

Seokjin’s face prickled with heat, Hoseok’s tone bringing instant shame. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Sounds exactly like that.” Hoseok could see through bullshit expertly.

“I was upset too.” Embarrassed. “Everything has been going so well…” Just like that, Seokjin thought back to last weekend, how happy you’d both been letting everyone know you were going to have a daughter.

“Christ. So you really just left like that?”

“Save it,” Seokjin groaned, he already felt so bad about it. He’d hardly gotten any sleep last night, itching to call you and apologise, but in the end he’d thought better of it, not wanting to make things worse. “We didn’t argue,” he tried to justify, but he knew deep down he was just trying to make himself feel better. “We’re talking, it’s just…”

“Your ego took a bashing and you needed to hide away.”

Hoseok wasn’t entirely wrong, at the crux of things that’s essentially what it was. No matter how much something like that affected him, he needed to work past it. Getting his feelings hurt by your dad was nowhere near how hurt you’d been by the events of yesterday.

Seeing something in Seokjin’s face maybe, Hoseok clapped his back supportively. “Look, I get it. You don’t like it when people dislike you, that’s totally valid, but it’s only her dad. You don’t have to see the guy all the time.” When Seokjin stayed silent, Hoseok added, “Hey, Kang’s father hates me.”

“Kang’s father is homophobic.”

He was an irredeemable piece of shit, while Minsoo was just worried about his daughter’s wellbeing.

Hoseok shrugged. “That’s true, no one cares what he thinks. Bad example.”

A small laugh puffed from Seokjin’s mouth, the first in over twenty-four hours. Hoseok grinned. “You’ll win him over. It’ll just take some time. He’ll see you’re not going anywhere.” Seokjin nodded, feeling hopeful. “Who’s more important, your pregnant girlfriend’s dad? Or your pregnant girlfriend?”

“Thank you, Hobi,” he whispered gratefully.

“No problem, but do yourself a favour and call ____ when we land, because I’m not dealing with this” – Hoseok gestured towards him, waving his hand in a complete circle – “for an entire week.”

At that, he kicked back, conversation over, obviously planning to relax as much as possible before they landed. Seokjin tried to do the same, but his thoughts were too preoccupied with you. He’d messaged you just before take-off, but he hadn’t had time to see if you’d responded. He was going to take Hoseok’s advice and call you as soon as he got to the hotel. If he didn’t get his act together soon, it wasn’t going to be your father who ruined everything, it would be him.

On Sunday you’d been surprised when Seokjin had called you from his hotel. There had been quite a few awkward silences, a lot of sorrys from him, and you could hear how remorseful he felt for leaving things like he had yesterday. You could also sense how he was still obviously hurt from the confrontation with your father. You wanted to ask again, what they had spoken about, but held back. You didn’t want to press him, and besides, you couldn’t do a lot of talking when he was on the phone in a completely different country. Just hearing his voice was enough, and you told him you’d talk when he got back, and that you were sorry too, even though he insisted once again that you had nothing to feel sorry for. He said goodbye with a promise to contact you as much as possible and told you he’d email the convention schedule over so you could keep up to date with him.

That small gesture, plus the phone call as a whole, had made you feel loads better, and his daily morning and evening texts helped even more. It made you feel nostalgic in a way, recalling these past few months. It also made you realise how much you’d gotten used to Seokjin being in your life. How much of a constant he’d become in such a short amount of time. Not seeing him every day was horrible. You missed him a lot, and it made you wonder how you’d spent your days before him. You couldn’t imagine not having a person to share things with now. Not having him.

Still, life went on. You distracted yourself with work, and you had Glob to keep you company in the night. Although she was probably sick of hearing your voice by now, and your belly massages weren’t as good as daddy’s.

You had your bestie too, of course. On Sunday night she’d come over with ‘supplies’ which consisted of way too much chocolate and a chunky loaf of bread, making a beeline for your toaster.

“Seokjin seems like the kind of guy who needs everyone to like him,” she’d said through a mouthful of buttery toast, crumbs falling onto your table because she didn’t know how to use a plate properly. “This probably just hit him where it hurts.”

You’d levelled a look at her, not in the mood for her insight. She’d taken one semester of psychology in university nearly ten years ago and still thought she was an expert. “I should think it hurt, my dad was so rude to him.”

But maybe she did have a point… Your father taking an instant dislike to Seokjin seemed to have affected him deeply. The brief thought made your heart hurt.

“It sounds so messy.”

“Thanks,” you’d deadpanned. “But really, Seokjin’s usually the one who wants to talk about stuff. In the car he basically just closed off. He hardly said anything.”

“Well, he was probably in shock. Wouldn’t you be? If his mom had acted like that?”

“Yeah,” you’d admitted. You didn’t know how you would have reacted, but it probably would have been something similar – or worse. “I just…argh, I don’t—I didn’t think he would blow up like that.”

“Your dad? I mean, you did rock up to his house 5 months pregnant with a man he’s never met.”

You hated it when she spoke sense. “I know that was a mistake on my part, but Yeonja was happy,” you’d tried to justify.

“That’s because she’s been waiting for this day for years.”

You’d picked at the crusts on your plate. “Dad just lets me get on with it, I thought this would be the same.”

“This isn’t just average life though,” Yuna’d reasoned carefully. “You’re not just going to work, hanging out with friends, dating. You’re having a baby. It doesn’t get much more serious than that. Your happiness is on the line, your security. I can see why he’s so cynical, Seokjin is a complete stranger. Not that I’m justifying his behaviour at all.”

“I know,” you’d sighed.

“He doesn’t know Seokjin, didn’t get the chance to know him, he’s just making his own conclusions because that’s all he can do. Even if they are outrageous. Come on, Seokjin pompous? Please.” Then, softly: “You should talk to him.”

You’d shaken your head. “I can’t right now. I’m still so mad at him. Yeonja keeps messaging me telling me he feels really bad about what happened, but I can’t face it right now. I need to talk things through with Seokjin first.” Then you’d noticed Yuna’s smile. “…What?”

“I’m just so proud of you. Not running away from your problems or burying your head in the sand. My bestie is so grown up now.” Squealing, she’d gotten up to round the table and hug you.

“Did you just miss the part where I said I couldn’t face talking to my father right now?”

“He acted like an ass, so let him sweat a little. You’ve still…”

“Grown up?” you’d finished for her, snorting. “It’s called impending motherhood.”

It wasn’t just Yeonja who had messaged you. You and Jeuen had been texting back and forth all week, not about your father or what had happened on the weekend, but just…normal stuff. Glob mostly, but also TV shows and your shared attraction to Ian Somerhalder. (Yes, by TV shows you meant The Vampire Diaries.) Even though you and Joo were thirteen years apart, you both had top tier taste in men…and semi-questionable taste in teen dramas… Even Jihoon had messaged you. Simple and to the point: Dad is an asshole. It had made you laugh, the first proper laugh you’d had in days.

On Wednesday you had lunch with Yeeun, Tara and Mari. It was nice to socialise outside of your close-knit circle, even if Mari wanted to spend most of the time talking about Seokjin. She was curious to know when you’d taken the step from ‘friends to lovers.’ Semi-mortified, you’d briefly explained how you’d just grown closer during the pregnancy.

“With a face like his, no wonder,” she’d all but cackled. “The pregnancy makes complete sense.”

Yeeun and Tara had almost spat out their drinks, while you’d been absolutely speechless. Despite spending the hour squirming and hot in the face, you’d gone back to the office feeling more positive than you had all week. You had so many people who supported you, your relationship with Seokjin, and your pregnancy. Your father’s (wrong) opinion didn’t matter, and you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong.

The next day, Seokjin was due to speak at the gaming convention, according to the schedule he’d emailed over. So after work, you rushed home and got changed into your comfiest (note: stretchiest) clothes you owned and ordered some Thai food, ready for 7pm. It was getting livestreamed on Twitter, so you pulled out your MacBook, needing a bigger screen so you could see him better. Sitting crossed legged, you waited eagerly. When he finally appeared, you got so excited it felt as though you were watching your favourite celebrity on stage. You clapped your hands along with the audience, pointlessly telling Glob ‘Look, her dad was on the screen!’

He'd had his hair cut, you noticed straight away. Not as short as he’d had it a few months ago, but it was no longer in his eyes. Dressed in a simple white button down – sleeves rolled up to mid forearms – and black pants, he looked great. You didn’t really understand what he was talking about, but it didn’t matter, he was amazing. He had you mesmerised by his stage presence and professionalism. He was made for this, talking in front of audiences and making them laugh. He was nervous, you could tell, but it didn’t stop him. It never did. You felt so proud of him, and it made you feel oddly emotional. It definitely made you miss him more.

After he was finished, you immediately texted him a picture you’d taken of the screen, wanting to praise him.

You are so professional!!

Around twenty minutes later he replied.

Seokjin 8:20pm You watched it? I’m so embarrassed Did you notice how much I was sweating?

Shhhh. You did amazing. You’re amazing!

Seokjin 8:22pm Thank you. That means a lot

Seokjin 8:25pm I miss you and Glob

We miss you too…

The thought suddenly made you feel very, very lonely. And angry. At your father. All over again. If he hadn’t caused such a scene on Saturday, Seokjin would have left for Japan differently. Everything had been perfect, and your father had ruined it. All because he couldn’t be happy for you.

You were ready to call him. No, you needed to call him right now and tell him how wrong he was. To tell him that he knew nothing about Seokjin or your relationship and had judged him so completely wrong it was ridiculous. That he had been so unbelievably rude that he should be ashamed of himself. That he had no right to meddle in your life.

You still had your phone in your hand, and acting quickly, while you still felt impelled, you opened your phonebook and scrolled to your dad’s name, hitting it aggressively. He answered on the second ring, sounding mildly relieved as he said your name. He took advantage of your momentary speechlessness. “Listen, I—”

“I want to speak first,” you spoke over him, finding your voice. “I just have some things I want to make clear.”

There was a pause and you heard him swallow. “Sure. Go ahead.”

You took a breath, deeper than you intended, and louder. “I’m still mad at you, dad.” You hated the way your voice shook. It was due to anger, but you still felt it as a weakness. “I can’t believe you acted the way you did. The way you just judged Seokjin without knowing anything about him, it was uncalled for.”

The words spilled from your mouth and to be quite honest, you weren’t too sure you were making sense, but as soon as you were done, you felt yourself physically deflate. All the tension seemed to leave your body, despite still eagerly waiting his response.

Quietly, calmly, your dad replied. “I know, and I’m sorry. I know it’s just a word, and it’s not enough, but I am. I’m very sorry.”

You found yourself silent again, unsure what you’d been expecting. You’d wanted him to be sorry more than anything, even if you’d called him itching for a fight, but hearing him say the words affected you a lot more than you’d been expecting. Your throat felt tight and painful.

“____?” he prompted hesitantly, probably unsure if you were still there or not.

“I’m sorry, too.” It hurt to speak, the emotion you were feeling choking you. “For not telling you sooner. Maybe if I had…” You trailed off, started again. “I know it was a shock, so I’m probably partially to blame.”

It was why you felt so guilty when it came to Seokjin. You’d repeatedly told him telling your dad would be no big deal. He hadn’t been prepared for your dad’s attack. Then again, neither had you…

“You’re not to blame at all. Don’t be sorry,” your dad said now, sounding embarrassed. “It was all me.”

Silence yet again. You were terrible at this, and you almost wished you had Yeonja between the two of you acting as a buffer.

“But I do wish you would have told me earlier,” he said softly, clearing his throat. “Not because I’m entitled to that news, but…” He sighed. “We could have helped you, been there for you.”

“Seokjin was there for me,” you replied, not wanting to concentrate on the way your father’s admission made you feel. “Ever since I told him, he’s been there every step of the way. Even when I tried to push him out.”

“You wanted to do this alone?” You could easily visualise the concerned frown on your dad’s face.

“No,” you answered. “I always wanted Seokjin to be in his child’s life, it was just a…lot. Things happened. We were going to co-parent, but…our feelings changed.” You swallowed, feeling uncomfortable. “We’ve thought about this very carefully. I don’t just do things rashly, you know that, right?”

“I do. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, always have.”

“It’s called being the eldest daughter,” you pointed out.

Your dad hummed gruffly. “You’ve always been a grown-up.” A pause. “I didn’t mean what I said. I know it seemed like I was blaming you for getting pregnant. I was just… I didn’t want it like that for you. Me and your mother…”

As he trailed off, everything suddenly became clear. That’s what he was worried about? That history would repeat itself. “This isn’t the same,” you told him, gentle but stern.

“How can you be so sure?”

You couldn’t, not really, but it had nothing to do with doubting Seokjin. It was just how life worked. “It doesn’t matter whether me and Seokjin have been together for 5 minutes or 5 years, dad, relationships can fall apart whatever the length, whatever the love.”

“Wise words,” he remarked, and your mouth lifted a fraction, amused.

“We don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but that’s okay, because we’re happy now and we want to try.”

Your father let your words settle, surprising you by not disputing them. “Is he—Is Seokjin there with you right now?”

“No, he’s on a business trip.”

“I need to apologise to him.”

“It’s probably best you do that in person.”

You were still in two minds whether or not an apology would be enough considering how he’d treated Seokjin, but it was a start, and you knew that Seokjin wasn’t someone who held grudges anyway. He wanted your dad to like him, that much had been obvious on Saturday afternoon.

“He gave me what for, mind you.”

Your eyebrows lifted, surprised. “He did?”

“He didn’t tell you?”

“We didn’t have—He was upset and then we didn’t have much time to talk before he had to leave.” Haltingly, you added, “He also said I should discuss it with you first.”

Your dad hummed, contemplating. “He was probably right.”

“What…did…you speak about?” you asked slowly, desperate to know.

He was silent for a moment, and you worried he wasn’t going to respond at all. Then, finally: “You tell him a lot.”

You pulled your head back, a little baffled. “I don’t k—well, maybe. I think he can just understand me very well.” And it was because of that understanding, you felt comfortable talking to him.

“I’ve made a lot of mistakes being your dad.”

The weight of his words tightened your throat all over again. “Dad,” you managed, the syllable strangled.

“No, it’s the truth.”

“I didn’t make it very easy for you sometimes.” You had him down as Minsoo in your phone, for crying out loud!

“I deserved it,” he answered simply. “You always did prefer your mom—and that’s okay,” he reassured, when you went to disagree. “You spent most of your time with her and she needed you more.”

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, noticing your vision was suddenly blurry with unshed tears. You and he never spoke about your mom. You let out a shaky breath and wiped your nose.

“I know it’s wrong of me to say, but maybe I was a little jealous, mad at your mother. I blamed her for our strained relationship for a very long time, but then eventually I realised I was the one to blame. When she passed—”

“Dad.”

“Let me say this,” he insisted softly. You nodded, despite him not being able to see you. “When she went, I selfishly thought this is it. This will be my chance to be close to you again. But it wasn’t. If anything, I lost you even more.”

“It wasn’t that,” you croaked, your chest aching with the memory. You cupped your bump, reminding yourself that you were never fully alone anymore. “It just…hurt.”

“I know.”

That was all he said, but it was more than enough. The way he said it made you truly believe he did know. He knew how left out and alone you’d felt every time you’d spent time with him and Yeonja, Jihoon and Jueun… Every time they tried to include you. They wanted to be there for you, but it hadn’t helped. It hadn’t comforted you at all.

“I didn’t try,” he continued, and he sounded choked up. You wondered where he was, probably in his work shed. You knew him enough to know that was his favourite place.

He blew out an unsteady breath, trying to compose himself. “There’s so much I should’ve done. So many things I wished I’d done and said, but I didn’t want to force myself on you. I know that was a mistake. I was the adult, I was your father, and yet I just let you make the decision. The decision you thought was the right one because I was so…detached.”

You had never heard him sound so emotional. You had never had an emotional conversation with him like this. When he and your mom had decided to divorce, she was the one who told you and held you as you cried. But hearing his voice break and wobble, unsettled you, and you decided it was the most horrendous thing hearing him be upset. You never wanted it to happen again.

“I wouldn’t have made it easy for you,” you managed to joke, but your excessive sniffing sort of ruined it.

The sound of his laughter, almost a bark, made you smile. “Don’t I know it, but still, I should have tried, never gave up.” Sombre again, he murmured your name. “You’re a lot like your mom, but the thing with that is, me and her were a lot alike too.”

You agreed wholeheartedly. “So basically,” – you let out a watery laugh – “what you’re trying to tell me is, I’m a mixture of both of you? That sucks.”

“Nope. You’re your own person.” He paused, and you were smiling. “You’re incredible. Talented, clever, strong, beautiful… I should have told you that a long time ago. He was right.”

Seokjin had told him he needed to say all those things to you? Seokjin had given you dad what for? You laughed softly, wiping away a few tears that had slipped out of your eyes. “Thank you, dad.” And thank you, Seokjin… Even when being unduly attacked by your father, he had managed to think of you.

“I never told you congratulations.”

You smiled. “Thanks again.”

“I can’t believe it, I’m finally going to be a grandparent, huh?”

“You sound just like Yeonja now,” you chided jokingly.

“I do,” he agreed with a short chuckle. “She’s very happy for you. I know she can be…excitable, but she loves you a lot. Always has.”

“I know. I always knew she would be happy for me,” you admitted. “I just thought…I thought it would irritate me. She’s been banging on about this for so long.” When you laughed, so did your dad, completely understanding what you meant.

“I ruined lunch for you. But for her, too… and Jueun. She’s barely said two words to me all week. Even Ji, I know he’s mad at me.” Your dad let out a long, regretful sigh. “How about you come around again? Whenever you’re ready. I have an apology I need to make.”

“We will,” you agreed.

“I know it won’t be enough, but it’s a start, right?”

“Seokjin won’t hold it against you, dad. He’s good like that.”

“’Good.’ I like that word.” Then he tsked. “But a CEO? That’s…”

“Dad, you do realise you own your own company too, right?” But you were smiling as you pointed it out.

“____, that’s different,” he sighed.

“Why, because you don’t wear a suit?” When he grumbled in response, you laughed. “It’s not how you’re imagining it. I thought the same, but he’s no Christian Grey.”

“Who’s that?” your father asked, audibly confused.

“Never mind,” you chuckled. “Anyway, it’s getting late. I should probably…” You were both awkward when it came to saying goodbye.

“____ wait a sec,” he hurried. “I was wondering… Have you bought a crib yet?”

“No, we haven’t bought anything yet.” Although, you should probably get a move on. All you’d managed to purchase were some maternity clothes because your closet was becoming well and truly useless.

“Would you mind—Do you mind if I made one for you?” He waited for your reply and then added, “For the baby.”

“I’d love that.” Your wide smile was both through happiness and surprise.

“Good,” he muttered. Then again louder. “Good. All right.” You could tell he was smiling. “I best leave you then. Don’t want to take up too much of your time. I’ll call you soon,” he added. “Keep you updated on that crib.”

“Looking forward to it.” You really were.

“Any preferences?”

“I trust you,” you said, still smiling.

“All right. Bye, ____. Love you.”

There was a beat of silence, a moment to process your shock. Then you smiled harder. “Love you too, dad. Night.”

Hanging up, you simply stared down at your phone, trying to remember the last time you and he had said I love you to one another. You couldn’t. Happy and emotional, you didn’t know what to do. Automatically, you found yourself changing his name to Dad in your phonebook. Without outrightly saying it, he had told you he was going to try now. With you, with Seokjin, with your baby – his granddaughter, and that meant that you were going to try too.

It was a small gesture, one he was clueless too, but in this moment, it felt big to you, and it made all the difference.

Finally, finally, it was Saturday.

You’d realised that without Seokjin, time went very, very slow.

He’d called you the night before to ask if he could come by your place straight after he landed at 10am. It had been the easiest yes you’d ever said. You woke up early, showering and dressing before Seokjin had even boarded probably, so you busied yourself by tidying up around the house, putting dishes away, vacuuming, straightening up throw cushions. At one point you’d been on your knees scrubbing the toilet pan, which was already becoming difficult with how quickly Glob seemed to be growing these days.

Putting your energy into cleaning worked to chill you out a little, but you were still very much excited for Seokjin’s arrival, especially now that things with your father had taken a positive turn. You couldn’t wait to tell him, for him to get his own apology too. But maybe more importantly – selfishly – you just couldn’t wait to see him. You’d missed him so much. You wanted to hold him, to feel him under your fingertips, hear his voice in the same room as you, accidentally kick him in your sleep and steal the blankets… This week had been horrifically long.

But with a knock at the door, it was finally over.

You whizzed over with the full intention of asking him why he hadn’t used his key, but then the door was open and he was there, stood in front of you wearing a white t-shirt and dark wash jeans. Effortlessly casual, even if his sneakers were so clean they looked as though he’d just slipped them on. You didn’t know who went to hug who first, but it was practically instantaneous, Seokjin squeezing you a little too tight, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to ease off. It felt too good to be back in his arms.

“I’ve missed you” you heard yourself say, smushed into his chest.

“I’m sorry” he said against your neck, kissing it once before releasing you, bending down to kiss your bump. He stood and then kissed you, firmly, holding the back of your head with both hands. Yours found his shoulders, kissing him back with just as much feeling. When he pulled away he stroked the hair away from your face, gazing at you softly. “I missed you.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his middle, bringing him into another hug. He kissed the top of your head, letting out a weary noise. “I need to shower. I smell like plane.”

You released him reluctantly. “I’ll make us brunch. You had some clothes here so I put them out in my bedroom.”

His face warmed with gratitude. “Thanks. I’ll be quick.” He started to kick off his pristine shoes.

“Do you want to bring your case inside? I can wash your clothes.”

He shook his head, hand stroking down your arm. “We can do that later, no need to rush around after me.”

With a smile, you nodded, pecking his mouth as he stepped away, brushing your bump as he did so.

“Quick, I promise,” he repeated, chuckling.

When you were alone, you let your smile widen, happy the Seokjin you knew, your Seokjin, was back home.

During your late breakfast you caught up. He asked about Glob, musing with disbelief how your bump looked bigger. He wasn’t wrong. You asked him about his trip, and after you were done talking about that you spilled the beans on a massive argument Yuna and Jimin had on Thursday night – after you watched his talk (and after your talk with your dad.) It was about flower arrangements. Well, about why Yuna cared about them so much, which resulted in Yuna believing Jimin didn’t care about the wedding, which basically meant he didn’t care about her. She’d spent the night with you crying in your bed, your extreme reassuring hopeless because she’d sniffed all night long in her sleep. You didn’t like seeing her upset because it rarely happened. Thankfully, they were all made up now though, both apologising to one another the very next day.

After you were done eating, leaving the dishes for later, you went to sit on the sofa while Seokjin said he needed to get something from his car. He came back holding a small paper gift bag, handing it to you as he sat down. You looked at him curiously, and he jerked his head to encourage you to open it up.

“I saw it and just had to. For Glob, Globby, Globbina – whatever we’re calling her now,” he said with a smile as you carefully pulled out an adorable cream romper with whales on it, wooden buttons down the middle.

“I love it,” you awed, blinking at him and realising that you were filling up. You laughed, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I’m just—it’s been—”

“No, I’m sorry,” Seokjin stopped you, expression contrite. He reached for one of your wrists, thumb stroking over the delicate skin. “I should have never left like that.”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged, “we were both a little shaken up.”

“No, it’s not okay. We should have spoken about it.” His tone was firm. “I just… I guess I just closed off. I didn’t know how to handle it.” You looked down at the romper on your lap, fingers tracing a button as he continued. “I wasn’t expecting that reaction. We both weren’t. You were upset too, and I just left you.”

You nodded, because he was right. You’d needed him as much as he’d needed you, but he’d pushed you out.

“I was embarrassed.”

You frowned, glancing up as your heart tugged. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, Jin. That’s all on my father.” Reaching for his warm hands, you met his gaze. “I spoke to him. He apologised, wants to apologise to you as well.”

Seokjin looked visibly surprised by that, his mouth parting. “He does?”

“You could have been anybody, Seokjin. I could’ve introduced him to anyone, and he would have reacted the same way. It wasn’t about you. And once he gets to know you, he’ll see what everyone else sees. What I see.” Smiling at him, he ducked his head bashfully.

“I don’t know what you see in me…”

“Don’t say that.” It upset you, but you tried to lighten the mood. “Didn’t I already tell you you’re amazing once this week?”

The corner of his mouth lifted, a slight smile. “I just don’t do very well with people disliking me. It’s ridiculous, but it gets to me sometimes, I can’t help it”

“I know,” you simply said, even as you wished Seokjin could see how amazing he really was. He was always able to see the good in other people, but never himself. He needed to give himself more credit.

“I called my therapist—,”

“You have a therapist?” you interrupted. That was news to you.

He nodded, shrugging. “It sort of comes with the job. I haven’t contacted her for a while, not since before I found out you were pregnant. She was shocked, to say the least. It’s not every day someone’s life changes that drastically.” You both managed a chuckle. “She made it clear that I shouldn’t run away. I know she’s right. She always tells me I can’t expect everyone to like me, but it’s hard.” He winced. “Does that make me sound very egotistical?”

“No.” You laced your fingers with his. “It makes you sound like someone with low self-esteem.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, voice almost a breath. Then he worried at his lower lip. “But this is your dad. He’s not just someone.”

Seokjin always seemed so mentally strong and put together, but everyone had their insecurities and problems, you knew that more than anyone. It was good that he had someone to talk to, and it was good that he was opening up to you. You wanted to be there for him, to understand what he was thinking and why.

You’d had bereavement counselling for nearly a year after your mom, although maybe it had gone on so long, it was just counselling in the end. You didn’t really remember much from that time, mostly because you hated to think of that horrendous year, but you knew that talking to someone had worked. It was how you’d gotten back to work and started doing things again, after all. Seokjin actively seeking help and advice, however small, was admirable. Yuna was your go-to person for guidance, was the only one you really confided in up until you’d met Seokjin, but even you understood the benefits of a professional. Hell, you definitely could have used one during that whole Sera situation… You probably got that from both parents too, that hesitancy to ask for help when you needed it.

As Seokjin wrapped his arm around you, bringing you close, you made a mental note not to be so stubborn and reluctant anymore, Seokjin’s willingness to share this with you, touching you, inspiring you almost. You turned, kissing his jaw. “Me and your daughter like you.” Your mouth pressed to his cheek this time. “Hoseok and Jungkook,” you began listing off. “Your family, Yuna and Jimin, Namjoon, my entire office – including Yoongi.” That made him chuckle, and you kissed the corner of his mouth. “Every single one of your employees.” He pulled an unsure face at that, making you chuckle. “Yeonja, Jihoon and Jueun—and my dad soon enough.”

Seokjin groaned uncertainly.

“Trust me,” you insisted. “He will apologise. It’s the least he can do, but it’s a start.” You smiled then, remembering something, “He admired the way you told him ‘what for.’”

“I did what?”

You leaned into his shoulder, looking up at him. “I don’t know what you said exactly, but for the first time in a very, very long time, we said I love you to one another—well, ‘love you’ but it means the same thing.” Seokjin blinked down at you, letting that sink in. You reached up to stroke his cheek. “You made us talk, like really talk. So, thank you. I’ll be forever grateful.”

Finally, he smiled, sounding really happy for you when he replied, “I’m really glad you talked. That’s amazing news.”

“He’s making a crib for Glob,” you informed him.

“He can do that?” Seokjin’s eyes were wide, impressed.

“Oh yeah, where do you think my artistic blood comes from?”

“You can do woodwork now?” he asked dubiously.

“No, but if I applied myself I probably could…”

Seokjin chuckled, readjusting his arm that was probably going dead under you. With his other, he reached to stroke your stomach. “What can I make for her?”

It still felt so strange referring to Glob as her. A good strange, of course. You cupped your hand over his as you hummed out loud, thinking. “A video game?” you suggested finally. “For when she’s a toddler or something. Something simple.”

Seokjin grinned. “I like that idea. Will you help me?”

“If you want me too.”

“I want,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you.

The action was soft and slow, the both of you just enjoying the feeling of one another’s touch. A minute or so later, Seokjin pulled away with a little smile. “Out of everyone, I’m glad you like me the most” – another kiss – “because I really like you.”

You closed your eyes, the hint of tongue against yours igniting your body, and you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, wanting him as close as humanly possible. You really liked him too. Everything you felt for him, it was intense, and maybe it should have been scary, but it wasn’t. It felt right. It felt impossible to remember a time when you hadn’t been feeling like this. And those feelings would only get stronger. You knew that, and you couldn’t wait.

Trailing kisses along his jaw and neck, tickling him, he asked what you wanted to do all day. You replied nothing, content here on the sofa, in his arms. Just how it should be.

#seokjin fanfic #jin fanfic #bts fanfic #fic:9mtfil #floralseokjin:writings

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chryblossomjjk · 3 months

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👉👈 v triggering rant about my life below but i need to get it out before i explode fr so ye 👉👈

this past week has been so rough like ive literally never felt lonelier in my entire fucking life!!! i am usually a super productive person and i recently quit my full time job bc the company is toxic and it’s a break between semesters so i have nothing to distract me so i think that plays a factor but

my coping mechanism is isolating which unfortunately makes it v difficult to maintain healthy relationships, friendships, etc. lost two soulmate childhood besties from isolating and was subsequently ghosted when i came out of the funk which i understand obvi but yeah.

i was assaulted a few years ago which makes it difficult for me to date.

grew up with an abusive mother and generally am not close with anyone in my family.

and with all this time off im just looking around like… ohhhh right, there’s nobody here but you bestie lol. like i have casual friends, but really no deep intimate relationships of any kind that i am craving. n wow the realization that things have been like this for atleast 2-3 years with little to no change has made my outlook on life and the future really bleak!

i graduate in may and my degree isn’t lucrative at all so i am v v scared. i dont know what im doing n i live the same day over and over and over again and it’s making me lose my marbles lol. like i recognize there’s so much time for things to get better but it’s been like this for so long. ive been having exhaustive crying breakdowns every night for the past week n nothing i do helps :’)

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nanite-city · 5 months

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If there's another trolls movie and or special, what do you think it or they will be about?

So what I Think a 4th trolls movie would be about and what I Want a 4th trolls movie to be about are two totally separate things so I'll just tell you both lol What I would like: Bring Barb back. please. please pl Bringing back any of the characters from world tour would be rlly cool actually. I'd also love to see more of the Funk Trolls and their future tech environment. imo I think it'd be cool if the next trolls movie leaned a little more sci-fi !! trolls in space would be a cool thing to explore. Maybe have a larger than life foe threatening their world and it could have a message about being seemingly small and insignificant but there being strength in numbers and friendship or whatever lol As for a special though, I'd love a Barb-centric spinoff or adventure with Poppy or Viva or honestly any other troll(s). But I'm biased bc she's my favorite and I think as a character has a lot of potential now that she's one of the "good guys". It would also be neat if they did a Valentines or Halloween special (it doesnt have to be those Exact holidays but something trolls-specific that's similar). What I Think they'll Actually do: An interview Walt Dohrn said that if they do end up making a trolls 4, they already have plans for "new locations and new characters", meaning I Think each trolls movie is just gonna take the main characters (literally just poppy and branch. maybe tiny for comic relief) to another place and the already beyond crowded cast of characters is just going to keep growing. Nevermind expanding on already existing lore or worldbuilding or characters, check out the new guys that we're gonna shove half the cast to the side to make room for !! I'm honestly just being bitter about this approach bc I feel like they have a Lot of stuff to work with already that they're more than likely going to ignore in favor of whatever new stuff they can cram in. I liked Brozone and Viva and Velvet and Veneer, don't get me wrong, but I wasn't a fan of how None of the characters from world tour had a role, and they even cast aside the rest of the snack pack (Smidge wasn't even in tbt and that really surprised me). In a podcast Cooper's voice actor also expressed disappointment that he wasn't going to have a real role in this movie, despite it being entirely about long lost family (something you'd think Cooper, having a long lost sibling of his own, would be a part of), and said that they called him in to do only a few lines, said they'd call him back for more, and never did. So YEAH big tldr is that idk what specifically they're going to do, but it's almost a guarantee that they're gonna clutter the movie with more characters and places instead of building on established material. also there will probably be a broppy wedding bc of course there will be.

#nanswers #tbt #trolls band together #trolls #dreamworks trolls #AGAIN BIG OL DISCLAIMER i loved tbt i just wanna see what they can do with stuff they Already Have #anon

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ravynswag · 1 year

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how they feel about you?😆 / how they view you PAC

1-2 too, 3-4 bottom

decks used: manga tarot, mystic mondays tarot, wild animal spirit oracle, romance oracle (all my decks i use are in my pinned! can be requested for free readings!)

all cards pulled are said in reading- rx=reversed.

pile 1 - croc and otter

with a lot of water relevant here, i see them seeing you as very level headed and in control of your emotions. you don’t let things get to you easily. this can also make you be viewed as stoic or emotionless, but i think some may take this as because of a past issue that has effected you. but this has also caused you to be very chill and calming to others or this person. they see you as having secrets or being off to others, but it makes them want to know you even more! you give off very big leader and king vibes here, so i think they see you as an older or more mature person compared to them- and they like it! this relates to the croc and otter “prey and predator”. i think they see you as a playful person, but always analyzing and observing people. a bit closed off and hesitant to join in. perhaps they have considered reaching out, but are nervous bc of this bit of a closed off side of you. don’t be afraid to show a little bit of the childlike side of you and be playful!

cards : crocodile, otter, passion, let your friends help you, temperance, moon, king of coins, knight of swords, emperor, 4 of swords, 3 of swords, 6 of cups.

pile 2 - fish and tiger

i feel like they view you as a bit disconnected from love and being open to love. i think they believe you aren’t feeling the same way towards them and you have your own stuff to deal with. tiger may be relevant? black and white tiger. (love synchronicities like that!!!) all around it looks like people view you as heavily considering your future and all possibilities, but you aren’t open to love or having a possible significant other anytime soon. also, maybe you’re dealing with family problems rn and they don’t want to overstep boundaries!! if you feel like this is a false statement, try showing you are open to receiving and giving love. they don’t view you badly- actually good! they just don’t know where you stand with relationships and things of that sort. IF you felt called to pile 1- scroll up and read!

cards: tiger, fish, unrequited love, healing family issues, strength, 3 of cups, page of coins (rx), 4 of wands, 3 of wands.

pile 3 - bear and swan

i think this person may see you as moving too quickly or hasty. i think they’re attracted to you, but you may have an addiction or attachment to something that they don’t like. they see you as learning from past mistakes and they see you as a good person and a practical person! i just think they want you to make some transformations and change some habits. if you feel called to read pile 4, read.

cards: bear, swan, attraction, codependency, 10 of cups, king of pentacles, 8 of wands, chariot, 7 of coins (rx)

pile 4 - firefly and camel

this pile just has such a childlike and happy energy!!! i see this person as viewing you as a breath of fresh air! i think you help them see the light in the dark and always help them and give them the advice. i think they want to reach out, but may feel unsure where your current mindset is. maybe you’re in a funk rn, but it may be affecting how they are approaching you or not showing their true feelings. i think they could be not showing the whole truth bc of fear of being rejected or being pushed aside. i think if you have a hobby shared, they like this ab you as well! have faith and trust !!! don’t be afraid to make the steps needed to further a connection. if you felt called to read like 3, do it.

cards: firefly, camel, trust, make the effort, ace of swords, 5 of wands (came up 2x), 4 of cups (rx), 10 of coins, ace of wands

#tarot #tarot reading #spirituality #tarot cards #oracle reading #oracle #education #growth #tarot tips #pick a pile #pick a photo #pick a picture #pick a card #pac

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lazlolullaby · 7 months

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temporal temp work, a Batman Beyond and WFA style fluid comic canon crossover (but mostly Bruce amnesia recovery/character study)

Bruce lost his memory. He has no idea who Batman is, or what he's done for the past 30 years of his life.

Bruce is still a detective, despite the holes in his memory. He keeps noticing little tells, bruises, signs of lying. He knows he did something in his spare time, he's not sure what.

The batfamily decide that if it's not going to come back easily, then they should treat it as a retirement for Batman. They all came to an agreement, that they would be "as civilian as possible" around Bruce as to not put pressure on him to perform as Batman when he's not ready.

Alfred and Dick had gently explained that they won't tell him anything until he comes to a conclusion by himself and tells the family. If he gets it correct, then they can talk about it. If he doesn't, they can't. The Batcave is still open for him to find.

(he's in the world's most elaborate detective game, basically.)

in the meantime, Bruce focuses more on the company, on bonding with his suddenly large brood of kids, and legal methods of fixing Gotham.

Everyone's backstories remain similar to what the press knows. Jason's case is special, as he's dead. So Jason explains that he did survive, he was mad at Bruce for a while, so he got out to get his own place. They are slowly repairing their relationship.

Damian also flat out goes: "Yeah I was grown in a jar for the League of Assassins." and everyone nods and goes along with it. Jason even says he's seen the jar.

He even starts to bond with Tim, Jason, and Duke again over investigating crime. (well. More for the kids to solve it.)

The ones that fight the most for Batman to come back, the ones that make the most progress in getting Bruce to remember are Tim and Terry, since they were the ones that got him out of his funks in canon.

Bruce has nightmares. Despite losing the context of the fears, he still has them, he still can remember some Caped Adventures. He blames that for his nocturnal sleep schedule.

The Justice League dropped by in capes, trying to get him to remember.

Bruce gets totally suspicious that he's funding an entire space station. It takes him a week to crack every. single. founding JL member's ID, and even some sidekicks...Except Batman and his merry brood of birds and bats. (It doesn't help that the Dark Knight has been missing. no new data.)

The Gotham Rogues are starting to get gutsy. The Batfamily is stretched thin. It gets to the point where either scientists or magicians step in and try to "Summon Batman".

This is where Terry comes in. He gets summoned with Ace the Bathound. They survive on the streets of Gotham, then find Nightwing and Red Robin facing off against a Joker that's "pining for his eternal rival"

Tim is barely in danger but Terry's instincts go full throttle and he starts to roast. They see Ace has a harness with a Wayne Security badge and a license that are both dated for decades in the future.

Dick and Tim take Terry home. Say he's a friend in a tight spot, but Bruce sees right through it. Terry is the seventh black haired kid to be sheltered by Bruce and he knows it's a ploy to jog his memory. He's not having it. Terry also isn't interested in playing along with that either, instead loudly acknowledging he's got family already.

Ace gets along well with lots of the Batfamily. Terry makes a comment that he was trained as a PTSD-support dog. He knows how to sit and block people from getting into your space, how to use his weight as a grounding method. Bruce starts researching getting one for the house.

The batfamily train Terry on the streets for a few nights just in case. Nightwing goes back to Bludhaven. Dick does as well, and Bruce figures the connection quickly. The Justice League is seen with a new Batman.

Terry decides to annoy Bruce into becoming Batman again. Being ever so slightly off kilter, but still dedicated to helping. Always saying "If the guy I'm temping for doesn't like it, he can come out and do the job again."

Terry sees Bruce's psych profiles and list of Batman and Batman II suspects and makes a comment. "You writing a murder mystery or something?"

"Or something."

"What's the seventh rule of Knox's 10 commandments of detective fiction?" Terry asks.

"The detective must not commit the crime?"

"Mmm-hmm. Good thing you're not writing."

Bruce is getting tired of not knowing. Not getting better. Terry talks about how he was an assistant to an old man. That he also had trouble with being less active than he used to be.

Batman II shows up to save a hostage Bruce Wayne, and Bruce plays 20 questions. "why are you here in Gotham?"

"someone has to. And I already promised that I would."

"who did you promise? Why does it have to be you?"

"What makes this work is that I chose it. I work so I won't destroy this legacy. Me. My choice."

"You didn't say who you promised."

"The last guy who wore the bat...he got swallowed up by it. Didn't even think of himself as anything but Batman at the end." He shrugged. "Separating yourself from the mask is important. You know about Superman, yeah? He needs that job. He needs his friends and family, if not to feel human, just to be the best he can. Bruce. You have your friends and family. What are you willing to do to protect it?"

idk i can't figure out a suitably appropriate and dramatic emotional situation where Bruce figures it out. But he does.

Bruce gathers all of the family in the Wayne Study for a Classic Detective Reveal. He goes through the Batfamily one by one an unmasks each of them correctly, even confirming the ones who had other identities.

Bruce takes up the Cowl again, this time with a little more restraint and respect to his Bruce Wayne identity.

Terry goes back to Neo Gotham, stronger and happier that he knows the Batfamily.

#batman beyond #Batfamily #bruce wayne #fic ideas #terry mcginnis #ace the bathound #Idk pick out your favorite thing #there's lots of jumping off points and potential fics here #but mostly it's about Terry the kid with no real goals until Batman #see Bruce flounder without a goal until he remembers he was Batman #Bashing my action figures together because emotions are hard #no capes au #But only for Bruce Wayne I guess #also yeah i implied that Old Bruce died and Terry is working through some of that #don't worry about Neo Gotham Max and Matt have got it covered #lazlo's lulls #anyway thank you for reading!

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dallonwrites · 5 months

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UNTIL HEAVEN - WIP INTRO

matthew lejune / @dallonwrites / ocean vuong / mary ruefle

He knows that his headache is quietly growing vicious and he should take off his headphones, but now they’re singing about Heaven and Las Vegas – two places he has never been – and he knows that at some point, still unknown to him, his father died, and maybe that means he’s now stuck in Heaven or Las Vegas or somewhere in between. Or maybe that means he’ll just be everywhere, in the rain on Felix’s face and the ache behind his eyelids, and that’s how it’ll stay.

Genre: Adult Literary Fiction, novella (please god stay a novella)

Setting: San Francisco/New York, December 1990/January 1991

Vibe: shoegaze & dream pop, warm lighting, ginger flavor, a city skyline at night, going to church for the first time in years, feeling too old and also like you were born yesterday, disposable camera photos, the passing of time, stuff rabbit toy from your childhood, the hallway at a family gathering, planetariums, cold air on your face, retro christmas decor, realising you were once a child and that child deserved so much better

Deals With: parental grief when your parent was a piece of shit, Christian trauma, queerness in relationships, adulthood as you progress through your 20s, healing + building your own life after a traumatic childhood and what happens when that is disrupted

Soundtrack Essentials: The Cure - Plainsong / Mazzy Star - Be My Angel / Cocteau Twins - Cherry-Coloured Funk / Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas / Beach House - The Hours / Jeff Buckley - Dream Brother / Tamino - Cinnamon

Synopsis: When Felix's father dies suddenly it's a week before Christmas, he and Beau had just begun experimenting with an open relationship, and he refuses to interrupt his life to mourn a man who doesn't deserve it. But when he can't stop his body from grieving, and his sister is growing obsessive over the morbid details, and at work he's teaching children that remind him of himself, an opportunity to impulsively leave sees Felix spend an insomniatic month in New York: diners at 3am, trips at the club, a birthday spent in a planetarium, one night stands to tell his boyfriend about in the morning, and a dangerously intense relationship with an enigmatic man who wants to know everything about his father.

This is another piece in my personal project/emotional support series and follows Revelations, Revelations and Lover Boy. If you know me you know Dorothy and Felix are my annoying children who I love so dearly and this novella is paired with a future novella that follows Dorothy during the same time. Fun fact! I only returned to writing because I wanted to explore Felix more and now I have an entire world that dominates my brain and it's all his fault! So this novella is kind of like a love letter to him. I also literally only created this so I could have a project that was soundtracked by historic Cocteau Twins' album Heaven or Las Vegas. Currently drafting because it won't leave my mind

The answering machine beeps awake -- and then, Beau's mother, reminding them that they're in charge of dessert tomorrow --and then, Beau's coworker wishing them both a Happy Holidays, a Stacy who Felix has never met -- and then his sister, sarcastic but loving, This is me calling so you know I made it home alive, just like you asked -- and then surprisingly, Goldie, Hi Felix, even though school broke up weeks ago, So I know it's Christmas, but I wanted to let you know that I talked with Joey's father and it sounds like he's doing much better at home already. He's even excited to come back to your class! And his father sounds super proud and optimistic about his progress and by the end of the last message he’s on the floor, back to fridge and elbows on his knees, face in his hands. And he lets out a shaky, snivelled breath that makes him push his palms harder against his eyes, against the wetness because he can’t cry, not over this, not when there’s still Christmas presents to wrap and last minute laundry so stop crying, get up, put on your new Mazzy Star record and get on with it. He straightens his back, holds his head up, takes a few deep breaths that feel more like gasping for air and also like pulling barbed wire out of his throat, gazes at the slants of streetlight on his living room wall. He can’t cry, not over this and not here, not in the home he’s worked so hard to make so warm. So he sits with himself, wipes his own eyes and holds himself in his own arms; when he feels calm enough, or trusts himself to be, he leans forward so he can open the fridge and reach in for the last ginger ale, cold in his hand and warm down his throat. Just him and the hum of an empty apartment.

#felix's transition from guy who does cocaine in the bathroom to kindergarten teacher is still so iconic to me #the tiny hint at the dorothy sibling novella OMG #wip intro #until heaven #something about this wip intro is so scary to me even though i love this story so much #but i need my wip intros so i can make my pinned post....dropping then going to SLEEP

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chrisevansonly · 11 months

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Angel’s Special Birthday Blurb (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: it’s angel’s 25th birthday, and of course Harry fills the home with endless amounts of love

warnings: none, just sweet and fluffy

a/n: it’s angel’s birthday so why not do a cute lil fic, im trying to pull myself out of this random funk so i’m hoping this fic will help: it’s not my best, it’s actually horrible so i’m sorry but I just wanted to get something out…🩷

You’d told Harry you wanted something small and relaxing for your birthday, though you were going out for dinner later that night, you told him you just wanted to relax and spend the day cuddled up with Harry. He was quick to assure you that it was your day and he was happy to celebrate your birthday however you wanted. Harry was someone who was very observant especially when it came to you, so he could also see the discomfort you’d been experiencing in this stage of your pregnancy, so if his girls wanted to stay home, then that’s what you guys were going to do.

For the first time in a few weeks you weren’t waking up due to baby bee pressing on your bladder like she usually did, today you could feel soft kisses being placed across your face

“5 more minutes…”

Harry laughed softly watching as you slowly blinked your eyes open

“Happy birthday angel”

“Thank you H”

Yawning you stretched your arms upwards to wrap around his neck pulling him back down to you so he couldn’t escape the warmth coming from your comforters

“You holding me hostage this morning baby?”

“Mhm, just wanna stay here, m’so comfy”

“Well I can’t leave after hearing that can I?”

Shaking your head he let you get settled again, a hand moving to run along your bump softly, the two of you still trying to see if your baby girl was ready to move around, but alas she was still quiet, you knew the day would come soon, and you both were so excited.

Throughout the morning after you both had gotten up, Harry let you get ready while he made your favourite breakfast, setting the island in the kitchen with some candles, balloons and a few little gifts. You’d told him you didn’t want anything for your birthday, but Harry had looked at you like you were crazy, claiming “my girls get spoiled whether they like it or not.”

Harry loved to see you smile, and he would walk through fire for you, he had proved it time and time again. Your birthday or anniversaries were no different, he always went all out for you, even if you asked him not too.

“Thank you for spoiling me this morning, I really appreciate how much you love me”

You leaned forward to press your lips to his, pulling back to then rest a hand on his cheek, a soft smile on his face

“I love you and i’m so grateful I get to spend these days with you, including your birthday, anything you want it’s yours”

“I already have everything I want right here.”

It was true, there was nothing else you could ever want in this lifetime, you had a little girl on the way, a very loving and sweet future husband who moved heaven and earth for you and baby bee, you were so lucky and so loved by him and those around you both. 25 years around the sun never felt so good, and you were looking forward to what the rest of the year had in store for your little family.

a/n: i know it’s not the best but i’ve been feeling crappy but still wanted to get something out🩷

#harry’s angel au🦋❤️‍🔥#harry’s angel headcannons🦋❤️‍🔥#harry’s angel🦋❤️‍🔥#harry styles & angel 🦋#asks with harry and angel🦋#harry styles x angel 🦋#harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x pregnant!reader #harry styles fanfiction #rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #ruesfriends💙

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