#had a cry because I am Going Through It today

[apoemaday]

June

by Alex Dimitrov

There will never be more of summer than there is now. Walking alone through Union Square I am carrying flowers and the first rosé to a party where I’m expected. It’s Sunday and the trains run on time but today death feels so far, it’s impossible to go underground. I would like to say something to everyone I see (an entire city) but I’m unsure what it is yet. Each time I leave my apartment there’s at least one person crying, reading, or shouting after a stranger anywhere along my commute. It’s possible to be happy alone, I say out loud and to no one so it’s obvious, and now here in the middle of this poem. Rarely have I felt more charmed than on Ninth Street, watching a woman stop in the middle of the sidewalk to pull up her hair like it’s an emergency — and it is. People do know they’re alive. They hardly know what to do with themselves. I almost want to invite her with me but I’ve passed and yes it’d be crazy like trying to be a poet, trying to be anyone here. How do you continue to love New York, my friend who left for California asks me. It’s awful in the summer and winter, and spring and fall last maybe two weeks. This is true. It’s all true, of course, like my preference for difficult men which I had until recently because at last, for one summer the only difficulty I’m willing to imagine is walking through this first humid day with my hands full, not at all peaceful but entirely possible and real.

[ablobwhowrites]

This is for Vehicons! Reader, but I'm mentally imagining him/them going through a similar situation like "The Last Unicorn" when the Unicorn is forced to be human in order to be saved/hidden. "I'm a little afraid to go home. I have been mortal, and some part of me is mortal yet. I am no longer like the others, for no unicorn was ever born who could regret, but now I do. I regret."

They're still human in a way, their mortal body fused with their Vehicon one, but they can no longer go back to their normal human life. They're not a pure Vehicon and they're not purely human. They're no longer like the rest of the world.

(YOU ARE COOKING!!!! Also vehicon y/n's angst arc is still continuing.)

Cause that's bascially vehicon y/n. He doesn't feel whole and with him wanting to live in earth yet knowing he can't because of how little of energon there is with also the mental toll this has taken on y/n.

He is scared, he feels mortal, he feels like he has no power yet, he feels like he could live forever, and having so much power compared to his old self. He just wants to be home, he wants a hug from his parents, he wants to cry, shout, scream almost anything but he can't as no matter how many times he would do that. No matter how many times people try to make him feel better, he just can't.

Just like the first time he woke up in his vehicon body. He felt pain, probably the scariest moments of his whole life was caused by M.E.C.H. because Silas chose y/n as a guinea pig for this experiment, not caring if y/n died, only if it was successful.

And like you said with the last unicorn quote. When the unicorn finds out she is human. That was y/n also for a little more angst what if vehicon y/n was Miko's older brother as Miko usually saw y/n as a cheerful person but now to someone who was scared and forced to be checked on by ratchet so many times because ratchet doesn't even know how y/n is staying alive for so long. Miko wants Silas dead and if she does get her hands on Silas, she will get revenge for her brother.

Plus he isn't even safe when hes on the deception nemesis ship because of arachnid, because she sees y/n as a exotic trophy because of the episode with her ship having so many trophies she had from her going to planet to planet and killing animals and to display them as trophies. I think if kinda everyone wasn't keeping arachnid away from y/n then arachnid would take y/n (maybe alive? But idk) to make a new trophy because well y/n is basically a anomaly to cybertronian's and humans because of well being alive and yet being organic.

(but that's it for my yapping session for today. If you guys like want more or have story idea please don't be shy and request! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[jd-loves-fiction]

For the Contes de Fées, i would like to ask for Azul, then you first meet him. Sfw or nsfw its up to you in the happy ending. (I dont feel like crying today lmao)

Gn reader if possible, you know who this is~

-🐙🐕

💐This one turned out quite shot but I'm losing steam fast :( hope you enjoy it hun!! ❤️

❧ A simple bargain

❧ When the sky had turned dreadfully dark, you should've turned tail and ran. But what hope did you have of outrunning a storm so close.

So you prepared for the worst and prayed. Before you knew it, you'd been thrown overboard so roughly, you were out before even hitting the water.

To survive would have been a miracle – one you did not believe in. And yet, you feel the tug of consciousness against the back of your head hours later, back upon cool rock and the scent of something cooking invading your nose.

You come to slowly and with much effort, regaining use of each of your limbs with slight twitches until they finally listen to your commands. Sitting up seems an impossible feat as you’re left gasping just from trying.

“Welcome back, captain.” The sudden greeting makes you double your efforts of standing up to know who saved you, though the silky voice is entirely unfamiliar.

When you succeed, you turn toward where the voice had come from to see a smartly dressed man tending to a pot.

You blink your eyes purposefully, making sure your eyes do not deceive you. The man is pale as birch, with hair like strands of silver and a smile that spells trouble without a doubt. It’s still not clear to you if you are truly awake.

“How– Who–?” Your voice fails you, raspy and as broken as you feel – aching down to your very bones, skin both cold and clammy and a strange taste in your mouth.

“Don't strain yourself, captain. Keeping you alive through the night was not at all easy and I’d hate for my efforts to be wasted before you can pay me back.” The man speaks with the practiced ease of a slimy businessman, though he must be nothing of the sort given the way his pale skin catches the light in such an mesmerizing way… plus the fact that the cave you find yourselves in has no entrance besides a pool of dark seawater.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Azul, though I respond to ‘savior’ just as well.” He finally seems to give you his full attention, only to give you a cheeky response.

“How do I know you’re not lying about saving me?”

“Do you see anyone else here?” He gestures around himself in a wide, dramatic arc and from that movement alone you can tell he’s going to be a pain in the neck.

“How do you know who I am? Why did you save me?” Questions rush out of you like a waterfall as your senses finally return to you in full. You’re head is spinning and aching, trying to make sense of what you know happened, where you are, who he could possibly be–

“So many questions… you’re lucky I’m a patient man.” Azul heaves a long-suffering sigh, standing from his stone seat to move closer to you, making you tense up, “I know who you are because I’ve been watching you and I saved you because I believed you’d be of use to me were we to make a deal. Which we will, once you get your bearings.” He stands a mere two steps from where you sit, back straight as a rod and spewing such overconfident nonsense you fear he might’ve seen the future to be so sure. If not for the way his fingers twitch at his sides, anxious.

“You sound so sure, and yet you don't look it.” He seems stunned at the accusation, subtly flinching in surprise. Seems you're more shrewd than he expected. 

“There's always a degree of assumption or probability to deals such as these. I tend to avoid falling into blind confidence.” He pulls himself together so quickly that your weakened mind accepts it without question.

“What's this about a deal?” You bring a hand up to your aching forehead – dealing with businessmen is an endeavor guaranteed to give you a headache every time.

“I saved your life, so now there's the matter of how you'll pay me back.” Azul states simply, almost patiently – if you were to take his words at face value.

“Right. Can't I just pay you back?”

“I have plenty of money. There's something much more valuable that I want from you.” That can't be good.

You wait for him to name his price himself, but he simply looks at you expectantly – how dramatic, “What would that be?”

“Your heart.”

“...What?”

[kathlare]

through the smoke

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie, returning to the F1 scene at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, is forced to confront the past she’s been trying to escape. Old tensions resurface as her friends push her into the afterparty scene.

Wordcount: 1.6 k

Warnings: none

full masterlist // request over here!

November 20th, 2024 - Yas Island, Abu Dhabi

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f1gossippage: Amelie has entered the chat! 👑✨ Spotted arriving at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix today, looking like an absolute icon as always. 🏎️🔥 The paddock just got a whole lot more glamorous – who’s ready for the drama and the vibes she always brings? 👀

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formula1fanatic88: NO WAY, AMELIE IS BACK IN THE PADDOCK. It’s been over a year, y’all. 😭✨ → paddockqueen22: @formula1fanatic88 The paddock hasn’t felt the same without her. She brings the energy. 😩🔥 → lanmelfan69: @formula1fanatic88 Tell me Lando’s shaking in his race suit rn. 👀

mexicangirlboss07: Amelie really said, “I’m gonna remind everyone who the real queen of the paddock is.” 😌💅

amelie4eva: The fact she’s back after so long… I’m not crying, you are. 🥹💖 → f1dramaqueen: @amelie4eva WE’VE WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT. The paddock missed the chaos. 💃✨

landoiscrying_14: LMAO imagine Amelie and Lando running into each other today. The tension. 🫣🔥 → ameliefanatic99: @landoiscrying_14 Someone better have cameras on them 24/7. I need the tea. ☕ → paparazziwannabe: @ameliefanatic99 Netflix is shaking—they’re gonna need a whole episode for this. 👀

dramaoverload69: WAIT, does this mean Lando and Amelie might interact today?? My soul isn’t ready. 😩

paddockhater01: Why is she back tho? We don’t need her here stirring shit up. ��

ameliefan88: ICONIC RETURN. The paddock hasn’t been ready for her comeback, but WE ARE. 🔥👑 → f1fangirl21: @ameliefan88 They thought they could survive without her, but no one does it like Amelie. 💅✨

amelie_stan_93: Omg, I’m literally screaming. Amelie and Lando haven’t interacted since… → futbolgossip4ever: @amelie_stan_93 The way they used to be best friends though. All that tension is still there. 😩

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Amelie tossed her heels onto the carpet and collapsed face-first onto the plush hotel bed. The adrenaline from the weekend was finally fading, leaving her with a cocktail of exhaustion and emptiness. She hated how returning to the F1 world had stirred up so many old memories—and old wounds.

There was a knock at her door. Soft at first. Then louder. Then relentless banging.

—Amelie! Open up!— George’s unmistakable voice called, accompanied by the sound of Alex’s exaggerated groan.

—Come on, Am!— Alex added. —You’re not hiding in here all night. The gang’s back together—don’t ruin the vibe!—

Amelie groaned into her pillow. The last thing she wanted to do was go to an afterparty, especially knowing who else would be there.

—Go away!— she shouted, but her voice was muffled by the duvet she’d pulled over her head.

—Nope,— George shot back. —We’re not leaving until you let us in!—

The banging continued until Amelie caved. She dragged herself off the bed and opened the door, her glare meeting two very determined—and slightly smug—faces.

—You’re both children,— she muttered, stepping aside to let them in.

—And you’re boring,— George quipped, flopping onto her bed like he owned the place. Alex followed, sprawling out dramatically.

—You’re not getting out of this,— Alex said, propping himself up on an elbow. —It’s been forever since we’ve all been together. You’re coming to the party, even if we have to drag you there kicking and screaming.—

Amelie crossed her arms, glaring at them both. —Why do you two care so much?”

—Because,— George said, grinning, —this is the first time in ages the gang’s back together. And because you’ve been sulking all weekend, and we’re not letting you wallow.—

—I’m not wallowing,— Amelie shot back defensively.

—Sure you’re not,— Alex said, smirking. —Now go get dressed. Something hot. You’ve got, like, five minutes.—

With a resigned sigh, Amelie grabbed her makeup bag and stomped into the bathroom. —You’re both insufferable!— she shouted through the door.

—We know!— George called back, unbothered.

As she touched up her makeup and changed into a sleek black dress, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement—despite herself. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she could survive one night without thinking about him.

Amelie emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later, her makeup flawless and her dress hugging her figure in all the right places. George and Alex, who had made themselves far too comfortable lounging on her bed, wolf-whistled in unison.

—There she is!— George declared, dramatically clutching his chest like he’d been struck by Cupid’s arrow. —Amelie, you look stunning. If I weren’t already spoken for…—

—You’d still be shit out of luck,— Alex interrupted, grinning. —But seriously, you look great.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. —Alright, let’s get this over with. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can leave.—

George hopped off the bed, clapping his hands. —That’s the spirit! Let’s go, party queen!—

They piled into a car and headed to the afterparty. The night air was crisp, the city lights of Abu Dhabi glinting like a promise of trouble. Amelie leaned her head against the window, letting George and Alex’s chatter fade into the background. She could do this. Just one night. She didn’t have to talk to him—or even look at him.

When they arrived at the venue, the music was already pulsing through the walls, the heavy bass reverberating in her chest. The room was packed with familiar faces—drivers, team members, and a handful of celebrities who always seemed to pop up at these events. George and Alex led the way, weaving through the crowd with ease, while Amelie trailed behind, clutching a glass of champagne someone had handed her on the way in.

The party was in full swing, and Amelie tried her best to blend into the chaos, sipping her champagne and nodding politely at the occasional greeting. It wasn’t long before George and Alex dragged her toward the center of the action, their infectious energy impossible to ignore.

—Come on, Amelie! Dance a little!— Alex shouted over the music, already swaying with exaggerated moves.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help laughing. —You look like a dad at a wedding!—

—And you’re the grumpy aunt!— he shot back, grabbing her hand and twirling her. George joined in, the three of them creating their own little dance circle. For a moment, Amelie allowed herself to forget—forget the tension, the memories, and the lingering ache in her chest. She was here, surrounded by friends, and it felt good.

Then she saw him.

Lando was perched behind the DJ booth, his hands on the turntables, headphones around his neck. He looked... different. His hair was slightly messier, like he’d run his fingers through it a thousand times. His jawline was sharper, his smile more confident. The Lando she remembered had always been boyishly handsome, but this version of him—older, more self-assured—was undeniably striking.

Amelie froze, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t been this close to him in over a year, and seeing him now, she hated how her heart reacted. She quickly turned away, focusing on the champagne glass in her hand as if it held all the answers.

—Hey, you okay?— George asked, noticing her sudden shift.

—Yeah,— she lied, forcing a smile. —I just need another drink.—

She slipped away before he could press further, weaving through the crowd to the bar. As she downed a vodka soda, she couldn’t shake the image of Lando from her mind. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t supposed to look like that—like he’d spent the last year thriving while she’d been trying to piece herself back together.

Hours passed, and Amelie found herself leaning heavily on the buzz of alcohol to dull her nerves. She danced with Alex and George, laughed at their terrible jokes, and even posed for a few photos with other drivers. But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, her eyes kept wandering back to the DJ booth.

Lando was no longer there.

Her stomach twisted in frustration. She shouldn’t care where he was or what he was doing. But the alcohol had a way of softening her defenses, and despite every ounce of her willpower, she found herself scanning the room for him.

It didn’t take long to find him.

He was in the middle of the dance floor, his arms wrapped around a blonde girl who looked like she’d stepped out of a modeling campaign. Lando was laughing, his signature smile brighter than the neon lights flashing around him. The girl pressed herself against him, her hands sliding over his shoulders, and Amelie’s chest tightened as she watched them move together.

She told herself to look away. To go find George or Alex or anyone else who could distract her. But her feet were rooted to the spot, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her.

Lando caught her gaze.

It was brief—a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he noticed her standing on the edge of the room. His smile faltered for half a second before shifting into something else entirely. A challenge. A dare.

Amelie’s breath hitched as his gaze lingered on her, bold and unrelenting. He knew she was watching. And he didn’t look away.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed the girl.

Amelie’s heart plummeted. The kiss wasn’t soft or hesitant. It was deliberate, meant to be seen. Meant for her to see.

Her hand tightened around her glass, the cold condensation biting into her skin as a rush of anger bubbled to the surface. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the telltale signs of too much alcohol and too many emotions she couldn’t control.

—Fucking Lando,— she muttered under her breath, downing the rest of her drink in one go. The vodka burned, but it was nothing compared to the sting in her chest.

Amelie turned on her heel, determined to put as much distance between herself and the dance floor as possible. The air inside the venue suddenly felt suffocating, the bass of the music pounding in her chest like a cruel reminder of everything she was trying to forget.

She made her way to the bar again, hoping another drink might help drown the mess of emotions swirling in her head. But as she leaned against the counter, waiting for the bartender to notice her, George appeared at her side.

—There you are,— he said, his voice tinged with concern. —You disappeared on us.—

—I’m fine,— Amelie replied quickly, too quickly. She didn’t meet his eyes, focusing instead on the bartender as she ordered another vodka soda.

George wasn’t convinced. —Am, what’s going on? You’ve been off all night. And don’t say you’re fine, because I know you’re not.—

—I don’t want to talk about it,— she said, her voice sharper than she intended.

She forced a smile back, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. —Let’s just go dance.—

George didn’t argue. Together, they rejoined Alex on the dance floor, throwing themselves into the music with reckless abandon. Amelie danced like she was trying to outrun her thoughts, her movements wild and unrestrained. For a while, it worked. She laughed, spun, and lost herself in the rhythm, surrounded by friends who cared about her.

But no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t shake the weight of Lando’s gaze. Every so often, she’d glance across the room and find his eyes on her, his expression unreadable. It was like a game neither of them wanted to admit they were playing—a dance of avoidance and confrontation, fueled by unresolved feelings and too much alcohol.

By the end of the night, Amelie was exhausted—not just physically but emotionally. She stumbled out of the venue with George and Alex, their laughter ringing in her ears as they helped her into a car. As they drove back to the hotel, she leaned her head against the cool glass of the window, her thoughts a tangled mess.

Lando Norris was trouble. He always had been. And no matter how much time passed, no matter how much she tried to move on, he had a way of getting under her skin like no one else could.

But tonight had reminded her of one thing: she couldn’t let him win. Not again.

[heartach3d]

it's okay.

luke castellan x reader

not requested!

1.3k words

showluke implied because Im a charlie bushnell girl

today has been the absolute worst day. from the start of the day towards the middle of it all of it. has been the absolute worst.

it's making my patience small and I know I'm gonna burst out at someone any minute now. and then I'm gonna regret it terribly.

I just hope it isn't at someone who doesn't deserve it. I mean if it's some douche I wouldn't really feel bad (not at all)

but if its to annabeth or luke or something I would feel so terrible.

in the morning I had to clean the pegasus stables and that is already terrible enough.

then I was late to breakfast so I ate nothing and lunch is disgusting today! so I just sat at my table and I had no one to talk to and when I tried talking I would always get cut off!

I mean I love my siblings but sometimes they talk to much! so I was lonely like all day basically and I don't do good with no one to talk to.

I don't know why I just have to talk to someone or I'll go crazy in my own thoughts and then that's when it gets bad again.

I've tried to fix it or help it but I just can't. it always comes back.

now I have to do training with luke. and don't get me wrong I love training with him it's just. I feel like he treats me like a baby. I've seen the way he let's me win.

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of feeling little. and I know that's not his intention so I try and go harder. and maybe when he realizes I can take care of myself then he'll go a little harder.

I walked to our spot where we train. it was always in the woods for some reason. maybe it was more intimate

"you ready?" I heard from behind me as I was looking for him. "I guess" I say fiddling with my fingers and looking down a little.

"what's wrong?" "nothing- nothings wrong okay?" I say setting my stuff down and getting ready.

"let's just get started?" I say trying to lighten up the mood i created when I saw his confused face.

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I had tried my best I know I did. and I could tell. he wasn't trying at all!

I mean I get he's only training with me because I could use some help but damn this isn't helping at all!

he's the best swordsman at the camp and he can't even make it seem like he's trying? I'm just getting so frustrated putting my all for.. for.. nothing!

my sword slices through the air one last time before I had gotten to my frustration point.

"why do you always have to do this?!" he looks up for a second before I continue "I mean your supposed to be the best at camp and you can't even pretend to fake it for me!"

"I hate this, I hate this sword, I hate these people and everything!" I say throwing my sword to the floor and going down with it.

it was all really a blur next. but I don't know if its because I was crying or because of my little episode.

I'm sitting on the floor knees to my head and holding onto myself like if I let go I would fall apart like a puzzle and never be able to put myself together again.

I heard lukes voice from the side of me. "hey hey it's okay! what's wrong please tell me what's wrong." he said wrapping his arm around me.

"please I want to know your okay what happened, are you hurt?" he keeps persisting and I don't even know what to say.

'oh I've been mad all day so now I'm bringing it out on you!' see when you say it in your mind it sounds worse.

"I'm sorry luke I'm so so sorry!" I say rocking back and forth slightly. I just whisper to myself sorrys and how I shouldn't have brought it down on him.

"hey hey you have nothing to apologize for." he says trying to get my attention from my head still burried in my knees.

"I promise I didn't mean it please don't break up with me I'm sorry!" I ramble not knowing what to say but wanting to express my sorrys.

he gently lifts my head and cups my cheeks. "I am not breaking up with you over something this little. I could not even think about it" he slowly wipes my tear stained cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

he allows me to calm down a bit before asking again "now would you mind telling me what happened to make my girl freak out like this?"

"it's dumb. just a horrible morning. and you didn't deserve to have it brought onto you." I say blinking my wet lashes away.

"I don't care for any of that. your my girl and I just want to know what's going on so I can help." he whispers as he kisses my temple. "got it?"

"got it." I say smiling lightly at him. "good now come on its getting a bit late" he says patting my leg and helping me get up.

helloo! I thought this would be cute so I whipped it up quickly before I went to bed! also! the cut was only a few minutes later I would say to support the timeline more!

[tleeaves]

I'm really bad at law school 🧍‍♀️

[cranberrymoons]

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[truethes]

do you think ... the iudex knows how beautiful he is.

[myfriendtheghost]

goodnight my beautiful lil dork

[widevibratobitch]

im so fucking mad at myself at my mother at her dead husband at god fucking knows what. "concentrate on yourself" well i cant can i. now more than anything i should and i cant. losing my fucking mind istg

[whenthegoldrays]

Hmm

[piscesmoonfeels]

[fragglerockopinions]

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[stunie]

i just WOKE UP !!?????!!!!!!

2024.07.15 — dinner date with Ume. ♡

(hands up if you know where the reference photo’s froooommmmm!!!! >:3 aju nice.)

[dazais-crab-addiction]

Shinigami-thighs is nothing more than a miserable sack of discarded body parts that her mother sadly failed to abort. She has her own anon off and that's why her friends are getting harassed but she doesn't care, as long as she is safe from harassment that's what only matters to her meanwhile her friends are dealing from her actions and she sits there on her couch and watches her friends face drama. Calling her ignorant would be an understatement - the amount of sheer stupidity oozing from her could fill the Grand Canyon. She is a walking cheap street skank that should have never been born but it won't change who she is: a loser who couldn't even save her own mother. Shinigami-thighs should have been flushed down the toilet the moment she was born.

Um??? Who the fuck are you talking about???? Are you like, fucking stupid or soemthing??? Like not only is everything you've said make you a huge asshole I also have zero idea who the fuck that is, so your messaging random unrelated people about it. What the fuck is wrong with you???

Normally I'd just block you, delete this, and move on with my life. But I just got done having a fucking breakdown that a friend had to help me out with and I opened tumblr to relax and calm down and this is the shit I have to see??? No. Just no. Go to fucking therapy you piece of shit.

[amortxt]

⠀ㅤ⠀ ⠀𖥻⠀ㅤ⠀﹫⠀kento⠀nanami.

ㅤㅤⓘㅤㅤfluff, reader and kento are married + have a daughter, f!reader as it contains mentions of reader going through motherhood + being called mother, reader is implied to have taken nanami as a last name.

"shhh, shh, it's okay.. it's okay sweetheart.."

it was originally kento that had encouraged you to leave for this trip. you thank all your lucky stars for your husband being as supportive as he was throughout your journey of motherhood. never allowing you to have to pick your career over your family or your family over your career.

he was your balance. your hold onto the ground when you felt like you were ready to float away.

he was your everything.

but now he had begun to regret letting you leave today. your daughter was 7 months old. he had told you, that surely she was okay to spend just two nights away from her mother. but it seemed she had grown near inseparable from her mother. all understanding for just a baby, but in this moment he couldn't bare having to hear his daughter cry further. he was ready to begin breaking down himself at this point.

he tiredly reached for his phone. shamefully calling your number at 2 am, fully aware you had an important meeting early next morning. how he loathed himself at the moment. grumbling out a "dear god" as the phone rang for a few seconds.

you picked up shortly, unsurprisingly. you had made it very clear to him that he should call you no matter what, whenever he needed if he needed help. he had assured you that it wouldn't have to come to that, so you couldn't help but smile when you heard your daughters wailing in the background.

"didn't need me huh?" he didn't even need to see you. he could practically hear your insufferable smirk, that he unfortunately missed more than ever.

"never said that. now please god, sweetheart, she's not stopped crying for a good half an hour." you laughed, still on the other side of the world you were being woken up because of your daughters crying late at night. it was humorous, and strangely sweet.

you requested a facetime, and he accepted quickly. you looked straight into your daughters teary eyes, and she looked back all bug eyed, her crying slowly coming to a stop. you didn't know if she was more thrilled to see you or the metal square shine a bright light in her face.

"hi baby, you're not giving your papa a hard time, right?" your daughter responded in little babbles. your heart warmed a little, and you could see your beloved grinning in the background. you hadn't admitted it- barely even noticed it in fact, how much you truly missed your little family. you needed this too.

you and your daughter continued baby-talking for a good few minutes until you could see her yawning, to which kento had placed a bottle into her mouth. she slowly began to fall asleep, drinking the now lukewarm milk.

you looked at your husband with loving eyes. he looked back at you with just the same fervor. like you were his whole world, like you'd hung up the stars for him. even as you were halfway across the world from him. he would never hate you for caring about your career. it made you practically ill with adoration.

"stay on call with me please? i miss you."

"i miss you too, sweetheart. of course i will."

"goodnight, i love you papamin."

"goodnight mamamin. i love you too."

⠀ㅤ⠀⠀©⠀all work written by ﹫amortxt. do not repost.