#MY FAVORITE GAME WHEN I WAS A CHILD

[xbuster]

WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING KIRBY AND THE AMAZING MIRROR WITH ME

[good-beansdraws]

Fe Aspec Week Day 2: Friendship

An indulgent piece for today!!!! :') It's no secret the trio's friendship has always had a really special place in my heart, and I've been grateful for the taste of acceptance and contentment it brought me during (and long after) I played the game. To see them find the most caring and complete friendship in each other was truly inspiring.

Here's to all of us finding the people that make us "never long for companionship throughout the rest of our days" <3

[chizukao]

oughhhhh thinks about felix and ted from kindergarten 2.......

[cookinguptales]

pmdd has you crying in bed like "and the fact that I cry for like three days every month is another reason why no one will ever love me!!!"

patently ridiculous illness

[vulpinesaint]

the difference that offering a child kindness and compassion can make... one of the kiddos was crying the other morning missing her mom. Sobbing crying. and i talked to her and she wasn't able to say very much from crying so hard but confirmed that she knew her mom was going to be back and it was going to be a good day and it was going to be alright but she was just inconsolable. and we did some good breaths together but she just couldn't get her breathing under control. so for like ten minutes i just had her drink some water and gave her a hug and sat with her while she cried until we were going off to the next activity and she had to go with different counselors. and by then she'd calmed down a little but was still sniffling and obviously upset but the important part is that even though i didn't even get her to stop crying anytime i saw that little girl the rest of that day and now throughout the rest of the Week after just sitting with her and offering some compassion i see her notice me as she goes by and she always looks right at me and smiles and gives me a little wave when i say hi. like we haven't had any other conversations since then but i can see the way that she recognizes me now. i'm not her favorite counselor i haven't spent more than twenty minutes with her tops but that little girl takes the time to seek out my acknowledgement cause i showed that i care about her.... y'know... cause i was gentle with her and that meant something to her... all to say. it doesn't matter if you have extended interactions with kids. it really doesn't. small things can make such a huge impact on children and i really sincerely think it's so important to show them kindness... help them up when they fall. give them a hug. sit with them while they cry. cause even if it doesn't Fix things even if you don't solve the problem or do anything really materially Helpful you will have shown that child that people care about them. and they notice... they remember... they do...

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Just watched a scary movie at the theater and now I'm imagining Foul Legacy holding me to "protect" me (all while Childe is teasing me because I fully admit to being a wimp-)

not gonna lie, i think you and Foul Legacy might be clinging to each other because he also hates being startled

yes, Legacy hugs you tight and lets you bury your face in his fluff- but he also hides in your hair so he doesn't have to watch the screen. whenever there's a loud noise or a jumpscare his fur suddenly poofs up like a startled cat!! he doesn't like watching scary things, yet he can't look away, his crystalline eye wide in anticipation- he always wants to find out how the story concludes, no matter how frightening. but if you're extremely scared, then his own fear dissipates a little, replaced by protectiveness as he hugs you close and purrs reassuringly, the soothing sound helping your jumpiness ease a little

Legacy will hold you particularly tightly for a few nights after that- or if you don't feel safe in your bed, he'll invite you to snuggle down in his blanket nest, your ear pressed against his chest so you can hear each of his deep breaths. if you're alright with it, he'll partially lay on top of you, acting like a warm weighted moth blankets and grounding you to reality if you're frightened. you're not the only one who's a little on edge for the next few days- Legacy jumps and starts at any sudden sound, fur and hair ruffling into a cloud of fuzz that you have to carefully brush back down again. he'll nuzzle against you, chittering insistently like he's protecting you, but really you're both protecting each other from your overactive imaginations

Childe, on the other hand, thinks it's hilarious, and starts dying of laughter when you tell him how jumpy his Abyssal side can be

[teecupangel]

I was wondering if you’d ever thought about a crossover between Silent Hill and Assassin’s Creed. Like, what if there is some Isu tech under the town, something that the people are somewhat aware of and have an idea of how to use which leads to them making Alessa.

She’s like Desmond, high percentage Isu DNA without being sage level. The monsters and warping of the perception of reality is a side effect of what the machine was supposed to do, which is a failed experiment to essentially rebirth the Isu after the flare. Alessa can use it, that’s how she becomes Cheryl and then Heather.

Like, I don’t know what you could really do with it. Maybe have whatever they were trying to summon be an Isu that was going to overwrite Alessa in a similar way to how being a sage would work. Or maybe they just don’t know what it’s doing and keep accidentally bothering the Reader who told Alessa how and when to escape.

Mostly I just thought it might be funny to play around with considering some of the silly endings in the Silent Hill series.

So we’ll focus on the Silent Hill aspect for this idea and, of course, we’ll be making use of the lore lightly for this one.

How about instead of some kind of an Isu tech, a temple is actually underneath Silent Hill?

We’ll place the temple underneath what would later be known as Old Silent Hill district/area with the Balkan Church being the actual center of the temple underneath.

That’s why the Order (no, not the Templars, the cult in Silent Hill) pay close attention to Midwich Elementary School. That school is part of Old Silent Hill and so the Order believes that it is part of the ‘center’ of the house of their god.

The temple itself is in ruins and the Isu tech that had been placed there for experimentation had been damaged.

Slowly but surely seeping through everything, the soil, the air… the water…

The device was one of the failed projects to save the Isus from destruction. To be ‘reborn’ in a new body if they die.

There were two problems with this though:

1) The materials necessary for the new body would not be enough for number of Isus expected to die when the Solar Flare hits

2) The only way for the device to revive someone with all their memories intact (because what use was it to be given new life when they don’t have any memories of their previous life?), the device had to always record every single memory and thought of every Isus.

1 was a major problem that led to the shelving of the project. 2, on the other hand, was being tested in a smaller scale.

An area of which the device would record every single thing.

However, when the device was damaged during the Solar Flare and subsequent destruction of the temple/facility, the device began to record everything with Isu DNA.

And humans, on an average, have 0.0002% to 0.0005% of Isu DNA. It should be inconsequential but not to the device.

It still counted.

And that device didn’t just stop at recording memories and thoughts, it continued to record even dreams.

… and nightmares.

.

Now, here’s where we decide what route we go for:

Route 1: All the monsters and nightmares are real in Silent Hill

In this route, we’ll set up the device to have a learning AI that has been trying to fix major problem 1. But because it was damaged, the AI decided that ‘transforming’ the living beings in Silent Hill to bodies that can withstand the Solar Flare would be a better alternative. Of course, it has to make sure the memories are there but that only ends up mutating the bodies even further because it can no longer distinguish between memories and nightmares/dreams.

Route 2: The monsters and nightmares are all inside their heads

In this route, the device is the one making the nightmares feel too real for everyone. This is not the intended purpose and is actually because the device has been damaged too much at this point that it is ‘changing’ the brain chemistry and neurons of those who stay in Silent Hill.

Regardless of which route we take, the AI governing the device is the god the cult worships, Alessa was created with enough Isu genes that she was seen as an 'admin' by some kind (but trying to telepathically connect with her caused her to break), and Desmond has been reincarnated as Mira.

[blind0raven]

Hello! Lately I've been fighting to make sure I won't be getting sick (sadly taking a day off cause tomorrow is a busy day for Valentine's day)

However I wanted to update you guys on the 100th Followers Celebration!

We're on the coloring stage for the 1st part and everything is going ok! Grim is"fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine" cats always land on their feet :)... maybe

Anyway! This lil baby will be finished up soon so I can get started on the 2nd part of the Celebration!!!

[chasedeys]

bengals win today yes?

[breadedsinner]

Thinking about how I might have felt about Liara if, during the confrontation on Ilium regarding her part in Shepard's resurrection, she said something more along the lines of, "You're too important to die," rather than, "I couldn't let you go,".

[ravensilversea]

7, 18 and 25! for the favorites ask game :3

Ask Game

7 - quote?

"art is not about capturing PERFECTION it is about capturing HONESTY OF A MOMENT. because perfection does not exist but raw honesty and connection to this ever passing timeline does. we are here grabbing life out of the stream and holding it in our hands to cry out I WAS HERE" - Chuck Tingle [Original post here]

So one of my frustrations with my creative writing classes in college was that there was this expectation that we should and want to seek perfection in our writing, and I just didn't. I wanted to tell a story, and telling it in the most perfect technical way didn't matter to me- it still doesn't tbh. So I really vibed with this paragraph of that post in particular

18 - constellation?

Orion! He's the first constellation I learned to find in the sky, and still the only one I can find consistently lol

25 - kind of candy?

Cadbury crème eggs! One of the reasons why Easter has the best candy selection of the year imo. I always tried to save them for last when eating my Easter candy as a kid, but I was not always successful. You just can't go wrong with a sweet creme surrounded by milk chocolate ya know?

[beliscary]

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

[milfygerard]

9, 14, and 19 for the My Chemical Romance 2022-2023 Ask Game :)

9. Favorite drum quote?

oh god its a tie between so many. SIT STAY BEG was insane and i might have to go with her. UNKILLABLE/S does make me wanna cry though so shes up there

14. Worst discourse to have come out of the tour?

people genuinely unironically arguing that theyre never coming back and are dead forever despite multiple blatant suggestions that theres music in the works and direct statements that they plan to continue touring at least to hit the countries they couldnt get to in the first wave of the tour. guys gerard SAID that touring was gonna keep happening please calm down stop yoko onoing LS Dunes <- probs not the actual worst discourse but its the one i see the most so its most on my mind. "is the metaman character endorsing or promoting facebook" might be my favorite because i cant think of a funnier concept than gerard way getting a meta sponsorship and promoting them like THAT!

19. Top stage banter moment?

oh god this ones impossible. every time gerard spoke i wanted to cry. I think it has to be every time they spoke at firefly but especially the planetary preamble and "he LOVES SPORTS!!!!! and he LOVES CLOTHES!!!!!"

[takaska]

12 and 29!!!!!!!!!!!

12. three favourite songs from video games Leaving Earth from Mass Effect 3 is actually the first thing I ever saved as a draft on this site; so I could find it later lmao Nightsong by Neal Acree has been a favorite of mine since I was... probably 9 or 10? Whenever I first heard it lmao The Child You Were by Frances Aravel is a current favorite; from the game I Was A Teenage Exocolonist (god I could rant for ages...)

29. three songs that influenced you most (some songs change or save lives) BYOB by System of a Down was the first song of theirs I'd heard; and they wound up helping to shape A Lot of my political ideals Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park was one of the first songs I ever recognized seeing myself in, feeling like I never belonged sucked so bad, but... seeing where they got despite their feelings? it meant a lot to me, then and now. Life Is Beautiful by Sixx AM (as well as most of the band's discography tbh) came to me when I needed it most- in highschool lmao. The concept that despite the pain, life is worth living, is something I've fought to keep alive in me

[arolesbianism]

Was trying to figure out what my favorite abnos are and made a tier list to figure it out and realized I like dream of a black swan Way more than I thought I did

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ me & my husband ]❜

ft. the salesman (gong ji-cheol) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ you don’t need your husband to be perfect, you just want him to be honest┊3.3k words; part two (here)

contains: written before s2 came out!! probably ooc or inaccurate, angst with spots of fluff & a bittersweet ending? reader’s pov mostly, suspicions of cheating, lack of communication, mentioned age gap, random inaccurate lore for the salesman

➤ author's note: yeah, i saw the sudden uptick in notes on that gong yoo post i made and realized season 2 came out which i completely forgot about. i intend to watch it soon as possible and write fics for it as well as (probably) add new characters to my writing list, but for now, please be content with this!!

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ this fic was heavily inspired by “emotionally intoxicated” by aurasaurora!

gong ji-cheol is the poster image for the ideal husband. he’s always been like that from the moment you met him, and you can’t help but feel like you’re the luckiest woman in the world when he calls himself yours. he’s tall and handsome, someone who catches everyone’s eye despite his only being focused on you. he’s wealthy and hard-working, able to call a luxurious mansion your home, and willing to buy you anything your heart desires as long as you ask for it. he spoils you rotten with that money, gifting you expensive things even if you didn’t ask if it reminded him of you. he’s doting, always sure to smother you in affection with kisses and cuddles whenever together to make it known how much he adores you. the sex is great too, he makes you feel wanted and desirable without ever leaving you unsatisfied. 

most importantly though, you love him, and he loves you. the last two years of marriage have been so blissful, and there isn’t a single thing you would change.

at least that’s what you believe most of the time.

you like to think you know a lot about him, and in a way, you do. you know his favorite color, how he likes his coffee, what he usually orders at restaurants, the type of wine he prefers over beer, the exaggerated shocked fasces he likes to make, how his favorite chore is folding the laundry, how his least favorite is doing the dishes because he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty, the name of his childhood pet, what positions he likes to cuddle or fuck in, the names he’s thinking of giving to your child when they are finally born— there are so many little details you know about him, yet at times you feel like you don't know anything at all.

you don’t really know much about his childhood aside from a few random stories, he claims there’s nothing really notable and that it was as standard as can be. you don’t know who his parents were or what they were like because he said they died when he was young, but surely that’s an important loss which must have impacted him and made youth difficult in some way? you don’t know about his past partners if he even had any, but you doubt you were his first as he was yours with a face like his. you don’t know any of his secrets, like an embarrassing moment or something sinful he might have committed in the past. 

he knew all of these things about you and the little details of your life, so why don’t you know any of the most basic things regarding your own husband?

these periods of uncertainty are few and far, but once the icy tendrils of doubt creep in, it’s difficult to shake them off when you realize you only know these things through observations and not him actually telling you. it’s a miracle your stupidity allowed you to make it this far in falling head over heels for him, getting married, and carrying his child (not that you completely regret it, you still love him, but you wish you had given it more time).

they say there are no such things as stupid questions, yet the main question you have is exactly that as it’s something every wife should know even before the marriage. it would be impressive how long you’ve been clueless about this matter if it weren’t for how often and how skilled he is in managing to evade your curiosity and steer the conversation elsewhere. you didn’t want to press on it since he seems to shut it down every time the topic is brought up and you don’t want to fight over something you technically didn’t need to know, but it weighs on you and presses into your chest with the knowledge you were being kept in the dark. 

what did your husband do for a living, exactly?

his schedule is always unpredictably changing with little rhyme or reason and it confuses you. sometimes you’ll go an entire few days without seeing him, sensing him wake up in the morning before the sun is even up, feeling him kiss you on the cheek before getting ready, and not coming back until long after you fall asleep with no communication aside from a note on the table telling you he’ll be gone for the day along with a wad of cash for you to treat yourself while he’s gone. other times he’ll be chilling at home for an entire week, waking you up with aggressive cuddles (or morning sex), making you breakfast with the morning news on in the background, and taking you out to wherever you want to go on his card in his rare casual clothing and messy wavy hair rather than the typical fancy suits and hair styled with gel. 

as far as you’re concerned, he’s a businessman of sorts, although you don’t know what company he works for or what position he has in terms of hierarchy or how an occupation of that type allows such flexibility in hours or anything at all. 

“what if he’s having an affair?”

you paused for a second before continuing the motion of slicing the cheesecake with a fork and savoring the taste in your mouth. “that’s ridiculous,” you stated simply after swallowing. “he loves me very much, and it doesn’t explain his weird schedule either.”

today was spent with some friends you met back in high school, but honestly, you were only attending out of politeness and tradition since you honestly feel like you’ve disconnected from these girls long before the current. still, you treasure the memories shared in your more formative years and wouldn’t ever say no to them if they wanted to hang out like old times. ji-cheol doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for them, calling them a miserable lot who try to drag you down at every opportunity out of jealousy for your happiness. you laugh it off, but you know deep down he’s right and yet you’re still sitting here at the cafe with them with bright smiles like their words don’t cut deep. 

“maybe he’s dating the boss— a sexy office siren type— she gives him plenty of days off and he stays with her at her beach house at jeju island or something to keep her company, and then she gives him lots of money in exchange.”

“oh my god, could you imagine?”

“can you be realistic? it sounds like you’re just writing a plot for a new drama,” you giggled, not allowing the feeling of a twisting blade in your abdomen to show on your face or the venom to drip from your words at the mere thought of the man you loved being stolen away a faceless woman who was everything you wished you were more of: more beautiful, more wealthy, more experienced, more intelligent—

“you don’t know because he’s your first love or whatever— and you’re so lucky to have been able to marry him— but men are dogs, and i don’t see why he would be the exception.”

“but he treats me so well—”

“maybe he only treats you well because you’re pregnant— he probably just feels guilty. i mean, when i was pregnant and had my first, my husband wasn’t attracted to me anymore and demanded a divorce unless i lost the baby weight.” she shrugged like it was so simple, so common, like the notion of marriage wasn’t something so deeply important and could be thrown away so easily.

“we aren’t suggesting you get a divorce, but we’re just saying you should keep an eye on him— you know? a handsome guy like him was always bound to get a lot of attention…” her laugh was shrill and high-pitched, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

“right… thanks guys…”

that night, you couldn’t stop twisting and turning on the large sectional couch with thoughts rushing through your head of your husband with some other woman. the jealousy from these fictional scenarios without evidence of existence plagued you. it made you want to vomit up the negative feelings and go back to the person you were a few hours ago without the images of him cheating planted in your mind, which didn’t go unnoticed by him and caused him to ask what was bothering you as it wouldn't be good for the baby.

you hesitated for a moment, “could you tell me about your exes?”

“why are you suddenly curious about that?” he chuckled, knowing damn well that it was because of those stupid snakes masquerading as people (it truly takes one to know one) running their mouths again, but still feigning obliviousness for your sake. 

“just wondering,” you muttered. “i mean, you’re the first person i’ve fallen in love with, but you’re a bit older than me so…”

“and i hope to be the only one too,” he smirked confidently, making you laugh as he plopped down on the ground and rested his head on the cushion next to yours. 

it was such a casual setting in such a vast space, bringing you back to the days in your little apartment inviting him over for chicken and beer before you knew about your immense wealth and got embarrassed over your cheap dates when he was so used to expensive restaurants. he found it very endearing though, knowing you liked him for him and not his money.

“well, if you’re so curious…” he trailed off, but you weren’t quite sure if it was because of hesitation or because he simply didn’t know where to start. you can’t remember the last time a conversation like this was held to learn more about him since it was usually about you, maybe back when you first started dating and briefly discussed his late parents.

he started with his crush when he was in middle school since that was his earliest recollection of feeling love, who didn’t really count as a girlfriend or love because nothing was established and because of their age, but she was his first kiss that he ran away from right after because of how nervous he was, and it was never addressed again. apparently it was his second girlfriend who taught him everything he knew before he met you, saying she basically “trained him like a dog” to create a gentleman out of an inexperienced boy who still wasn’t quite sure how to treat a woman like a queen. she was a bit mean though, and he didn’t realize he dodged a bullet until later after realizing she was unnecessarily cruel to him for no reason multiple times if he didn’t do things exactly her way.

you suppose you always knew your husband wasn’t always the suave charmer you know him to be, but the image of younger him being clueless on matters of romance made you burst out laughing because of how you could hardly picture it.

he reached over to pinch your cheek affectionately, “are you of all people really making fun of me when you were too scared to hold my hand for me to escort you out of my car?”

“oh my god, that was on our first date, i can’t be blamed! i was shaking like crazy on that day— you had to tell me that you didn’t bite.”

“i was actually thinking about calling off our date last minute because of an emergency at work,” he confessed, “but i’m glad i didn’t and met the love of my life instead.”

“aw, you flirt.” the memory made you smile and feel all giggly inside, all the fears you had about him possibly having an affair falling away, yet there were still some lingering at the back of your mind with the mention of his job. “what happened at work?”

“nothing that important,” he said instantly like clockwork. “just some boring business things.”

you didn’t push it, not wanting to ruin the mood, but once again, your curiosity was just itching to ask more questions about his work life even if it was truly as boring as he says. you wanted to know every mundane detail whether it was what his office looked like or what the annoying co-worker did on a daily basis, anything to satiate your need to know more about this mysterious man you had made life-long vows with.

it all came to a head one night while you were cooking dinner, you heard the doorbell ring a dozen times in quick succession and answered it to find an older man with fiery red hair that seemed to match his temper. when he addressed your husband by name and verified your relationship with him, he began spewing all kinds of insults about the blood he had on his hands by luring innocent people to their deaths and you felt your heart drop. you tried to reason with him that there must have been some sort of mistake, barely able to get your words out in a fit of confusion and surprise at the absurd accusation, but he wouldn’t hear you out and pointed a finger in your face, asking if you had any idea what gong ji-cheol was doing behind your back. 

at that very moment, he was suddenly seized by two anonymous men in all black, causing him to yell out in panic as they dragged him away and stuffed him in the back of a car before quickly driving off into the night without a trace. it all happened so fast, you just stood there with your mouth open in shock, wondering if you should call the police on what looked like an abduction. 

then your husband comes running up the steps with his locked briefcase in hand, shouting out your name, asking you if you’re okay, pulling you back inside the comfort of your shared home, and checking you all over to make sure you aren’t harmed in any way. when you ask about who that man was and what he was talking about, he simply told you he was some crazy customer who was dissatisfied with the company, was looking for someone to blame, and promised to tell you the details later. 

you didn’t tell him that you didn’t believe him, just pursed your lips and furrowed your brow for a second then let go of the topic like you always do, taking his coat off his shoulders with a peck on the lips asking how his day was. he reciprocated the kiss, said it was fine without anything special, and that he would shower before having dinner, something he didn’t really need to say since you already knew but stated anyway as per evening routine. 

as he headed up the stairs and disappeared from sight, you stared at the locked briefcase resting crookedly on the little entryway table and paused for a moment. if you did this, it would be a breach of privacy and a sign of growing distrust in your husband, but it could also answer all of the questions that never cease. 

your hands wouldn’t stop shaking involuntarily as you felt the cold black metal underneath your fingertips, marveling at the smooth material clean of any scratches or dents. fidgeting with the built-in combination lock, six number sequences started rushing through your mind as you started to hastily run through your options with a focus on dates. you were determined to only do this three times since you had no idea if an alarm would be set off or if it would close off permanently.

his birthday?

an electronic beep went off indicating you were incorrect, making you nervous.

your birthday?

wrong again, you only had one attempt left. you swallowed, shaking the accumulating sweat off your hands.

the date of your wedding?

you gasped as the locks suddenly flipped open and lightly knocked against the briefcase. it was undone, you could open it at any moment now and see it all.

and yet you still hesitated during this golden opportunity. was it the fact that the passcode to his most secret possession was the day you got married? was it guilt for going behind your husband’s back for answers instead of directly asking him? was it because you were afraid of what you would find if you discovered the red-haired man was telling the truth?

whatever it was, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and locked it again, leaving it looking untouched and went back to playing dinner.

there was a heavy tension present at the dinner table that night, the only conversation present being him interrogating you about what the red-haired man talked about word-for-word. not really interrogating since his tone of voice was still calm and gentle as he asked questions, but you could see him fidgeting with his fork and not leaving much room for any other topic until he was sure you told him everything. he then sighed and claimed the man was insane, a gambling addict who was too deep in debt to afford treatment and was trying to drag him into his misery after meeting at the subway station. 

“ji-cheol?”

he froze for a second, not used to hearing you use his real name rather than a pet name. “yes?”

“what do you do for a living, exactly?”

a pause, you watched him fidget with his chopsticks and shift the grains of rice around. “you know, business stuff— nothing you need to concern yourself about—“

“but i don’t know! that’s the thing!” you felt tears starting to well up behind your eyes, letting two years of frustration trickle through. “i know it doesn’t seem that important for me to know, but is it really so important that you leave me in the dark about it for the three years we’ve been lovers? and now some guy comes to our doorstep and tells me about how your job is playing games with people at the subway station to make them participate in death games?!” you took a deep breath, calming yourself down, “please, be honest with me, that’s all i want…”

“i-i…” that was the first time you’ve ever heard him stutter, and if the situation wasn’t so tense, you would be proud you finally got one-up on him. “i can’t say… it’s for your own safety and mine.”

“so he was right?”

he remained silent, trying to think of some way to counter what seong gi-hun had told you, but if you didn’t believe the elaborate lie he already told you and wanted to learn more, then he knew this was the end of the road. 

“i-i need some time to think…” you looked defeated and it broke his heart. “i’m going to my mom’s house tonight, i’ll be back tomorrow—“ you got up, not bothering to pack anything aside from your phone and your wallet.

he had prepared for you to start screaming and crying (not that he would blame you, i mean, who would willingly stay with a man who was complicit in mass murder), demanding a divorce and packing your things to shut the door for him never to be seen again with your unborn child. the strangely calm reaction was both a relief and extremely unsettling to him.

“i won’t be mad if you decide not to come back” he stated plainly, defeated in a state you’ve never seen him in before. “whatever choice you make, i’ll support you, just know i love you— more than anything else in this world.”

you stared at him blankly through the open doorway. perhaps your husband isn’t the perfect man you believed him to be, but he was as honest as he possibly could have been with you regarding the matter, and that’s enough. 

“i love you too, i’ll be back in the morning.” that’s how you feel at the moment, but you don’t know if you’ll feel the same way tomorrow morning when it sinks in.