#also im tired and couldn't think if anything funny or intelligent so this is just mushy

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

I am unfortunately going to need more dilf james potter hcs for my uh...health 😇😇

ur at the james dilf pharmacy rn. this turned more into a happy potter family hc thing

- dad james IS a dilf!! he def gets flirted with by harry's friends when they're teenagers but he either doesn't pick up on it (he's so talkative and will chat w anyone and not notice if someone shows specific interest in talking to him) or when he does notice he's very nice about it. but he'd never reciprocate (i love whacky hcs but i cannot make older/age gap james make sense to me)

- he's just such a comfy dude! he loves family quality time! makes his family brunch, takes them on picnics and hikes and to the park and on holidays

- he's very well-liked by the community. has humor, will attend community events and do shit like manual labour to help out his neighbors or smth. brings his wife's casserole over etc

- silly man. big laugh, constantly yapping, always a showman, the world is his stage to perform on

- retired quidditch player james ❤️ james w dad bod

- very connected to his inner child and eager to go on silly side quests. one night he comes home from wherever and sees that a local farmer's cow has born calves, so he snatches harry out of bed and takes him on a midnight trip to greet the baby cow. he wants harry to see the world and experience all the joys

- lets harry badger him into anyyythinggggg. in 1993 harry wants to see nirvana desperately. he won't stop talking about it, brings it up during every single conversation and terrorizes the house with the music on full volume. and finally james breaks and gets him tickets to a gig in america (i luv spoiled harry bc he grew up loved)

- lily gets v annoyed with james about this

- completely unrelated: lily pegs james 100%

- milf lily x dilf james. they are SO unbothered by people's opinion that middle aged couples shouldn't act crazy about each other. they freak it regularly and crazily.

- jily are the happy parents harry's friends look up to in awe. their house is a safe place

- ummmm. OBVIOUSLY sirius visits like every other day and they're dilfs together and they ride sirius' bike with harry! jilypad is also def happening & it gets to a point where family friends get suspicious but noone dares to ask 💜

[theautumnisnoble]

we'll learn to swim in the oceans you made

After listening to Shirtsleeves by Ed Sheeran this scenario immediately came into mind, also heavily inspired by Jenn Im's pregnancy youtube video titled, "We're Pregnant!"

[Also a very big thank you to A (@solhwippedsubs on twt and holdoutandwin on ao3) for beta-reading this. I love you my solhwi fluff confidant!]

Word Count: 2k words

"Wake up!" Sol removes the comforter that was covering his husband's body and started shaking him. "Han Joon Hwi, ireona!"

"Mmm, Sol-ah. Why?" Joon Hwi covered his eyes with his arm to shield them from the rays of sunlight and wondered why the love of his life was forcing him out of their bed so early in the morning.

"Ireona! Jebal.." Joon Hwi immediately shot up as Sol's voice started to crack and he examined her face. Sol teared up and Joon Hwi noticed she was holding something tightly, stick close to snapping into half.

"Babe, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Joon Hwi held both of her arms and looked up at her.

Sol had been so emotional these days, well, more than she usually is. Sol always has been a passionate ball of fury, but Joon Hwi especially had it rough this week. He doesn't find Sol annoying or tiring for any of that matter, but he would wonder why Sol would suddenly cry or get mad at him for absolutely no reason, and if there was, then he avoided asking it as when he did that one time, Sol only got more mad at him. There was also yesterday when Joon Hwi sprayed on himself the perfume that Sol gifted to him on their wedding anniversary last April and Sol suddenly pinched her nose close and walked outside of their bedroom. And now, Sol was in tears, sobbing, at 7 am in the morning.

"Babe.. I'm starting to worry. What's wrong?"

"I told you to be careful!!!" Sol lightly punched his shoulder and bawled.

Joon Hwi raised his arm and wiped her tears using the sleeves of his sweater, pulling on the cloth with his fingers. "What did I do wrong? Calm down for a sec and tell me.."

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"O-okay." Joon Hwi surrendered for a while and let Sol release all of her emotions. Moments later, her sobs started to simmer down and Joon Hwi opened his arms wide. "C'mere."

Sol bended down and let Joon Hwi's arms circle around her. Her lower body slowly went closer to him and then she sat on his lap, her shoulder against his chest. Joon Hwi wiped down the dampness on her face and caressed her arm. "Now, babe, talk to me, okay? I'm never gonna know what I did wrong if you won't tell me."

Sol faced him and tried to form intelligent words. "Well, you—"

"Hmm?"

"I'm—" Her mouth started to form into a pout and tears started fall again from her eyes. "Joon Hwi-ah." She released sobs again and buried her face into his neck. Joon Hwi sighed and patted her arm.

"Babe—"

"I'm pregnant."

Joon Hwi paused his movements and pulled his head back away, lightly pushing Sol by her shoulders, to let Sol face him. Sol's eyes wandered down to her left hand and Joon Hwi followed them, then he grabbed the stick from her hand.

It was a pregnancy test. Two red-dyed lines. Positive.

Joon Hwi faced Sol, his lips starting to form into a smile. "Babe—"

"I told you to be careful!!" Sol again whimpered, tears still falling.

"W-what? Is it because I—"

"Nevermind!" Sol wiped her tears in a rash way and breathed out to calm herself down. "I-it's actually not your fault." Sol now realized the irrationality of her internal reasoning.

Joon Hwi held back a chuckle and tucked a hair behind his wife's ear.

"Remember April?"

"When we shared a sloppy kiss under the rain?" Joon Hwi tried to lighten the mood by reminding her how they had to walk all the way to the bus stop under the heavy pouring rain, just right after they had their wedding anniversary date at a fine dining restaurant four months ago. It was a funny, but sweet memory.

"No! Before that, when I got diagnosed with PCOS."

"Aah."

It left Sol and Joon Hwi almost hopeless for a child when she was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. But Sol, even before that, was convinced she didn't need to have kids and that she was satisfied with her life with Joon Hwi, content that they'd be that couple with no children. They were already busy with their very time-demanding jobs and Sol— she convinced herself she wouldn't be competent with the whole mothering a child thing. But after knowing her condition, the question, "should I?" turned to "could I?". The condition that would possibly rob her of the choice eventually made her think about how it wouldn't be so bad, because Joon Hwi was there. So after the news of her condition, she decided on one thing.

"A-after that I got off birth control." Joon Hwi nodded and listened to Sol, who was still tearing up a bit, and he also wiped down those tears when he could.

"Then yesterday, when I realized I wasn't on my period yet, I got to read my period calculator and saw that I- I was 16 days late." Sol exhaled for courage.

"Then I bought the pregnancy test." Sol paused and looked at Joon Hwi, and her face looked like she was about to burst again. Her lips were shaking and her eyes were still crystal with tears ready to fall. She was scared.

"You can take it slow, I'll be here. I won't stop listening." Sol released a small smile, tidied her face and tucked in her stray hairs, preparing to tell Joon Hwi more while also now trying to relax herself.

"I didn't know if I should take it though. I mean, everything would change if I was pregnant. But I did wanna know, I wanted to be certain. And it said that I should use my morning pee for it so I waited until morning."

"But you hardly even slept.." Joon Hwi recalls her wife tossing and turning beside him, and then ultimately giving up trying to sleep then went downstairs. He bets on Sol reading up on her cases, which works as an alternative sleeping pill for her.

Ever since she was diagnosed with PCOS, Sol really took effort into having a more healthy lifestyle— like exchanging coffee for matcha, this among other things, and also trying to get some more sleep. So Joon Hwi knew that Sol would definitely try to catch up on sleep.

"I did, a bit." She smiled. "So, after that I took it just earlier. A-and I tested positive." Sol's emotions now returned to her and she closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and tears started to fall again.

"I'm scared." She looked at him. "I don't know if I'm gonna be a good mother. I feel like I should be happy or something, but I'm just really scared." Sol now covered her face with both palms and cried, Joon Hwi pulled her in to embrace her.

"Babe.." He patted her back.

"What if I try my best, and our kid still doesn't love me?" That was it. Sol released another wave of sobs and her body shook against Joon Hwi's embrace.

Sol thought she wasn't ready. Even if it was her choice to get off birth control, she didn't think she would immediately become pregnant. After all, her doctor said it was now almost impossible to be. In her mind, pregnancy would change everything— from how much devotion she has to her work to maybe how her and Joon Hwi's relationship would change, and maybe for the worst. And she didn't like change, her idealistic plans for her future would need to be altered, and she also didn't like how it would most likely change their marriage. She couldn't have that, she couldn't live with a ruined marriage because she didn't want anything to change between Joon Hwi and her, and she also couldn't live with her child possibly having to live through all that. And what if he gets tired of taking care of me? And tons of other doubts and insecurities showered her.

Why does my mind do this? Sol asked herself. Why can't I just be excited? Joon Hwi is the father of this child. I'm sure he's disappointed in me right now.

Joon Hwi pulled away after she calmed down. He wiped her face, again with his already damp shirtsleeves. He placed short kisses on her wet cheeks and cupped her face. "Sol, I believe in you."

Sol melted and her lips turned into a pout, her face still showing fear and uncertainty.

"I'm with you, whatever your decision is. I will be always there for you as I always have. If you arrive to whichever decision, I will give you my opinion but at the end I will always support you. If you don't want to have the baby, I'll still be here. If you want to try and see it through the end, I will be happy and help you every step of the way. I'm your husband Sol-ah. I know you don't trust yourself that much yet, but trust in me. "

Sol put her arms around him and hugged him tight. "I love you Sol. We'll take it slow, step by step. I know you're panicking right now, but there's no rush. We'll do it together. You're never gonna be alone. I'll be there every single step of the way. And I'm sure our kid will love you. You were an amazing older sister to Byeol and you still are, she adores you so I'm sure our kid will, too."

"I love you Joon Hwi. I love you so much. I love you."

"You love me that much?"

Sol pulled away, annoyed. Joon Hwi released a chuckle.

"I love you too."

"You sure I can do it?" Sol asked. "Being a mom? What if I'm going to be too busy for it?"

"We can always ask Byeol to babysit. Or your mom, she has said she already wants a grandchild."

"You always know the solution to things don't you?" Sol rolled her eyes.

"That's why I'm the perfect husband to the ever worrier Eomma Sol."

"Eomma Sol?" Sol raised her voice, taken aback by the sudden nickname.

"And I'm Appa Joon Hwi. " Then Sol bursted out, laughing. Her tears were now drying on her cheeks and she was more relaxed now.

"See? It's cute." I just wanted to see you smile. Joon Hwi thought.

Sol pulled him into a hug again. "You better not regret being a father to our child, Han Joon Hwi-ssi."

Joon Hwi let himself fall into bed, taking down Sol with her. They both laughed and Joon Hwi pulled her into a kiss, tasting the bitterness and sadness of her tears. They made out, feeling at home and Sol, feeling assured and loved by the person in front of her. Joon Hwi kissed her, tasting the ocean, drowning in the one she made.

"I will never regret it. I will fulfill all the promises I made on our wedding day, to be by your side, To support you, to be a loving husband, to be always there to annoy you—" Sol laughed, remembering his one-liner during their exchange of wedding vows. "To always wake and sleep beside you whenever I can, and to never leave your side." They both smiled at each other and Joon Hwi placed a kiss on her forehead. They pull each other close, feeling each other's warmth. And Sol is now close to slumber, fatigued after her nonstop crying.

"I'll be the happiest father to our child. Of course I will, you're the mother, after all."

[cassandras-nest]

Breakthru - a side story.

Disclaimer: this is something i wrote on a whim..

Mostly because of this picture

My first language is italian so, please, let me know if there are any mistakes..thank you.

(No beta-readed at all, just a quick grammar check, sorry)

Hope you'll enjoy ❤

Also, part 2 of this is in the making, as well as part 2 and 3 of IM

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This was your first assignment as a professional assistant on a real set. You worked mostly in theatres since you started, costume and makeup department, but a friend of yours helped you in having a bigger one this time.

A famous band was shooting some videos for their next album, so here you are on a Queen production nonetheless.

Yes, you did know Queen, who didn’t? You weren't a fan per se but you enjoyed their music and the latest album was quite spectacular.

On your first day on the field, you thought you would be back in the trailer, randomly putting away some stuff or helping around, but instead, here you were, several days later, fixing the makeup on each every one of them. They didn’t wear it much, just for cameras, a bit of fixing powder, black eye pencil and some lip balm, it was quite simple like you used to do on male actors on your previous job. You already did Roger and Brian, but not Freddie, he didn't let anyone do that really; it wasn't personal, you knew that, he just wanted to do it himself, but he was nice, everyone’s been.

You were left with John. In the past days, he became your favourite: he was patient and calm, he respected your work, as the others too, and he was a good talker, very intelligent and humble so you found pretty easy working with him.

- Mr Deacon, excuse me.- He was talking to another crew member.

- Yes? Oh, hi. What can I do for you, dear? - quickly turning around to you, a little surprised, but still smiling.

Always so polite...and cute. - your mind quickly corrected you.

Ah! stop that thought.

But you can���t...

- Can I have just five minutes of your time? I have to check and fix your makeup - you answered him smiling a little.

- Oh yes, sure..five minutes, an hour, anything for you - He answered, joking a little..making you blush.

- So, hum... How....how do we do it?- he asked then.

- Oh, simple..just sit down and I'll do all the work, no need to go back to the trailer- you said politely.

Yes, he was easy to talk to and very much polite, but you always had to remember that he was literally your boss and not one of your friends. Last but not least he was older than you so you owned him some kind of respect, you thought.

Sure, you can't help it that you find him rather attractive, charming even, more than the others, it was just much more subtle.

- Stay still a bit...please - you said firmly.

He simply nodded and you slowly inspected his face to see any flaws or where to fix..and he was watching you, in some sort of daze it seems, making your work ten thousand times more difficult.

You were gently re-apply the powder with a clean sponge the moment he spoke.

- So do you like it, I mean what do you think? - gesturing around himself.

You froze for a second. Did he really ask for your opinion on their video?

- Well...- searching for the right words, you truly did love their idea, and he was...well, that was something you couldn't tell out loud...at least not in front of him.

- It's a very original idea, truly... I can't wait to see the whole video, y'know - smiling while fishing out his black eye pencil.

- This makes me, I mean ..us happy, at least we’re still doing our job right - he answered with an adorable grin.

Why he is like this, why so adorable? - your mind was reeling

- Now, just another thing and I'll leave you be, eyes up - you ordered showing him the pencil.. - Yes, ma’am - mocking a salute.

Oh..and he’s funny too... - your brain was starting to fail you.

You were closer to his face, enough to do your job properly, but by doing so you could almost feel his breath on your face, at least his eyes were up, so he wasn’t staring you like before but it still made nervous.

You were here for a job, no need to be silly - you kept on thinking.

- There, all done, now I won't bother you any more, Mr Deacon - you said taking a step back..but he gently stopped you before you could go too far.

- Please, call me John..- he said sweetly, looking at you, a small smile on his face.

- Oh, ok...John - blushing a little, avoiding his gaze as best as you can.

He released your hand and stood up.

- Well that was fairly quick..and no, you wouldn't bother me even if you wanted to - He sincerely told you.

You could have been wrong, but you thought you saw him winking a little.

Probably just your imagination..

 

- All..right, I better come back now - Still a bit flustered, you started to make your way back to the trailer...

- So..well, thanks for your patience..then - you told him, smiling a bit.

- Always for you, love - he answered you, smiling even wider now.

Leaving him there, you still could feel his eyes on you while you walked back to the parking lot where the set trailers were. You, however, didn't know what to think, was he making a move on you or he was just being polite? Well extremely polite...

The whole shooting lasted the entire day, but they had to finish some other details on the next one...

You were packing your things up, ready to go back home, have some sleep and come back to work early the next day when a knock of the trailer door startled you.

- Can i...? - you heard a familiar voice from the trailer door.

Looking up, you saw him. He was still dressed from the shooting but without the waistcoat, just plain jeans and the white shirt, now with the first three buttons open but still with the sleeves all rolled up to the elbows, the sight alone made you blush wildly, suddenly stopping what you were doing.

Damn, how was he so beautiful?....but you can't...you couldn't think such things...- your mind reminded you.

You realized you were still looking at him, so you quickly thought of an answer.

- Hi, do you ...do you need something?- you hesitated a bit.

He stood there, casually leaning on the door frame, an amused smile on his lips.

You felt your cheeks become a bit hot, again - what an absolute idiot you were.

- Nothing, I was just..just heading home and I wanted to see if everything was ok, I think I have somehow embarrassed you before...- his tone calm and sweet now.

- I ...no, not at all..everything's perfect, really - you assured him, shaking your head, still trying to regain some sense in the meantime.

- So - he started - yes..alright, see you tomorrow then - a half-smile on his face.

Once more, you smiled at him, you can’t help it, you liked how you were feeling and how it was so easy with him.

- Yes! You can't get rid of me so easily - cursing yourself soon after saying that

why were you like this - you absolute fool, happy, but still a fool.

 

- I don't want to...i mean..that's the best crew we ever had...- he told you, matter-of-factly...

was he blushing too? - impossible, you were so tired that you were starting to imagine things.

- Well, that's reassuring...I -quickly correcting yourself- We take our job seriously - faking a bit of confidence

- I can see that....- he told you, facing you even more, a smile never leaving his lips.

- If there isn't anything else...I'll go back to pack so I could finally go back home too - you told him, trying to look him in the eyes now.

a big mistake, a very big mistake, now you were blushing even more.

- No, no...yes, everything's alright - he faltered - goodnight then..- lowering his eyes a bit now, nervously smiling.

his behaviour seemed a bit off to you, again, what was he doing?

not that you hated the attentions, you loved it but still..you just wanted to understand why?

- ok, yes...right, ‘night - you told him, your voice almost a whisper.

the only thing you were sure about was that he made nervous, but in a very good way..and that was a problem.

There was a moment of embarrassing silence between the two of you. He cleared his throat, like he wanted to say something more, but he started to back away, his eyes still on you, and then turned to leave.

You watched him go for a while, unable to stop, mostly confused.

he, on the other end, looked back at you a couple of times before reaching his car.

That night when you went home, you found yourself much more conflicted than you ever been.

you really needed a good night sleep...

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A special thanks as always to @binkyisonline ❤

[papercutsunset]

not that yelling is bad, necessarily. there's just an increasingly specific set of factors that influence the way i see him and the way i think he sees me, the least of which is that i want desperately to impress him and that im constantly embarrassing myself in his classes.

also, truth be told, im starting to think that im just not cut out for school in general. let's be honest, im not the brightest. im bad at all the things i want desperately to be good at. i can't tell if im stupid or just scatterbrained. maybe it's both. maybe i've just gotten stupider as i've gotten older. maybe i peaked at the beginning of 2020 and it's all downhill from here. maybe i'll never make it. maybe i'll never be much of anything. im no genius. im not funny, either. im just a miserable little mess.

and make it at what? what am i even doing here? i WANT to be here but i just... i look around, at all these people all around me, and I can't help but feel like im doing it all wrong. like maybe im the dumbest one here. like maybe im missing something. like maybe it will never click into place and the puzzle of my skull will never be complete.

and i don't just mean my assignments. i mean everything. im tired of being so lost and confused all the time. im tired of not having confidence in myself to complete the things i know im good at. i want the old version of myself back. where did they go? where did she disappear to? because i have all her clothes and her notebooks and her body but she just isn't there. she's this corpse in the corner of my room, skin sloughing off, eyes glassy and watching every move with disapproval. she stinks up the whole place but, then, maybe it's me. did i forget the deodorant again, i wonder? all the air freshener in the world couldn't hide the oniony mess at the center of who i am.

rationally, i know. i know. i know. i know. i know it's stupid, to feel like im not smart. i am. i am. the way that we define intelligence doesn't account for plenty of things, the least of which is common sense. but, well, b-grade after b-grade ar the lowest level chemistry class and the constant thought of "i am not doing enough"... it gets to me. and the corpse in the corner nods like she understands, but she doesn't. they never will.

and i know it flies in the face of everything i stand for, to ignore the evidence presented to me. maybe im just not good at online classes. maybe i should have learned my lesson with my little experiment with them back in ninth grade. it's ignoring the evidence, to not take in the fact that i have written an astounding amount over the course of one year, or that i earned a full scholarship to an in-state university and had the forethought not to apply to any out-of-state school because i knew i couldn't afford to apply or to go if i got in. i know how to fix things. i know the difference between blood patterns. i know what im doing, i just also don't.

and the evidence points toward intelligence, just like it points at an astounding amount of undiagnosed mental illness. or who knows? maybe im just weak. i don't have data on that yet. still, the fact of the matter remains: what i know to be true and what i feel are two co-existing and often-conflicting things. the corpse in the corner acts like there is no incongruence, but she and i both know the truth.

"life won't hold your hand" indeed. well, dr h, it never did. it never has.

me: does anything

the guy in charge of the csi program: damn, this bitch needs mental help