#like full on tears streaming down my face

[isaadore]

US THREE QUINN HUGHES

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ pairing dad!quinn hughes x mom!reader

SUMMARY little snippets of your life with quinn before and after the birth of your son. word count 1.2k

warnings fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff

notes i haven’t written anything in sooo long, so i’m a little rusty 😓 i apologize if this isn’t the best and a little cheesy. i just got a few ideas while watching titans (i’m in love with dick grayson)

QH43 MASTERLIST MAIN MASTERLIST

PAINTING THE NURSERY

It was one of those perfect autumn afternoons, the kind where the air felt crisp and colourful leaves danced in the wind. Quinn set the last can of soft pastel yellow paint down on the nursery floor, and as the warm light streamed through the window, the walls seemed to glow. You were perched on a step stool, carefully taping the edges of the room, your growing belly just brushing the ladder as you shifted. Quinn was nearby, his brows furrowed, hovering slightly with one hand stretched out, ready to catch you if you even thought about wobbling.

“You know I’ve got this, right?” you teased, turning to shoot him a playful smirk.

“I know,” he replied, his own grin creeping onto his face, “but just... humour me, okay? I can't help it—I'm not taking any chances.”

You rolled your eyes fondly, hopping down to grab the paintbrush he held out to you. “All right, Mr. Safety First. Let's see if you’re as good with a paintbrush as you are with a hockey stick.”

“Better,” he shot back, popping open the paint can with a satisfying snap. 

As you worked together, it felt like more than just painting. You shared giggles and tossed around baby names, and then, in a moment of mischief, you smeared a little paint right on his nose. He retaliated with a playful swipe of yellow across your cheek, his boyish grin impossibly wide when you squealed in surprise. By the time the walls were mostly covered, your cheeks hurt from smiling, and your heart felt so full it was almost overwhelming.

Quinn took a step back to admire the work, his hand resting gently on your back. “I think he’s going to love it,” he murmured.

“I think so too,” you replied softly, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling all the warmth between you both.

PROUD DAD-TO-BE

The first time Quinn brought you and your soon-to-be son into a post-game interview was completely unexpected. The Canucks had just pulled off an overtime win, and Quinn was still filled with adrenaline as he stood by the microphone.

“Quinn, how does it feel to lead your team to a win like that?” a reporter asked, clearly eager for a soundbite.

He flashed a big grin, running a hand through his damp hair, still buzzing from the game. “It feels amazing. Honestly, though, it’s not just about me. My wife’s at home, seven months pregnant and absolutely crushing it. Every time I’m on the ice, I’m thinking about them. I want to make my son proud before he’s even here.”

The room filled with soft laughter and nods of approval. Quinn’s eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and excitement, and back home, you were curled up on the couch with tears in your eyes, feeling every word. He had this incredible way of melting your heart, always reminding you of the beautiful life you were building together.

CRAVINGS AND CHICKEN PARM

A few days later, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling through recipes on your phone. Pregnancy cravings had hit you hard, and that night, all you could think about was chicken parmesan.

Quinn strolled in, wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower. He leaned over your shoulder to peek at the screen, flashing a grin. “Alright, what’s on the menu tonight?” he asked.

“Chicken parm,” you said, setting your phone down with a smile. “And extra cheese, of course.”

“Even better,” he replied, already heading toward the fridge.

Quinn wasn’t exactly a culinary master, but he’d taken it upon himself to whip up whatever you were craving. Watching him in the kitchen was one of your favourite pastimes. He would hum under his breath, occasionally glancing back to check in on you. That night, as he dipped the chicken into the breadcrumb mixture, he paused, a thoughtful look on his face.

“You know,” he said, looking up with a smirk, “if our kid ends up loving hockey as much as chicken parm, we might be in for some late-night games and a lot of takeout.”

You laughed, shaking your head at the thought. “He’s going to have your work ethic and your heart, so I think we’ll manage just fine.”

Quinn’s ears turned a light shade of pink at the compliment, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he got back to layering the mozzarella and marinara with a focus that made you smile. When he finally set the plate in front of you, there was a look of triumph on his face.

As you took that first bite, Quinn settled in beside you, his hand instinctively resting on your belly. Just then, the baby kicked, and both of you froze before bursting into joyful smiles.

“Looks like he approves,” Quinn said softly, his thumb brushing gently against your skin through your shirt. 

“He definitely has good taste,” you replied, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

LULLABIES

It was well past midnight when Quinn heard the soft sound of you humming from the nursery. He had just wrapped up reviewing game footage in his office, but the gentle melody drew him out. Quietly, he padded down the hall and leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight of you swaying in the rocking chair.

At first, you were lost in your own world, your hands resting on your belly as you sang a lullaby barely above a whisper. The dim glow of the nightlight cast a warm, golden light around the room, and at that moment, Quinn thought you’d never look more beautiful.

“Can’t sleep?” he murmured, stepping inside and breaking the stillness.

You looked up, a smile brightening your face. “Just practicing for when he gets here. Thought I’d get a head start on lullabies.”

Quinn knelt beside the chair, his chin resting on the armrest as he gazed up at you. “You’re going to be an amazing mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “He’s so lucky to have you.”

You reached out, your fingers gently stroking his dark hair. “And he’s got the best dad in the world. We make a good team, don’t we?”

“The best,” he replied, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your belly. “Hey, buddy, you’re going to love it here. I promise.”

FIRSTS

On the morning of Quinn’s first game, after the baby was born, the house was buzzing with energy. You darted around the living room, stuffing essentials into the diaper bag while Quinn wrestled with the car seat straps, frustration written all over his face.

“This thing is impossible,” he grumbled, tugging at the straps.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

With a little teamwork, you managed to get the seat secured, and Quinn let out an exasperated cheer. “We did it! All right, now we’re all set!”

As you carefully strapped your son into the seat, Quinn knelt down, his face breaking into a wide grin as he gazed at the baby. “Okay, little man. It’s game day! No pressure, but we’ve got a streak to uphold.”

You gave him an amused roll of your eyes. “Don’t listen to him. Just focus on being adorable.”

Quinn leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek, his excitement radiating as he headed toward the door. “Best cheer squad ever!” he called back, his voice full of warmth.

When you got to the rink, the atmosphere was electric. Quinn scored a goal and immediately turned to look at you in the stands, where you sat cradling your son. The pride lighting up his eyes was everything, and in that moment, everything felt just right.

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[pinkslipxox]

Hey! I have a goofy one for you. Bilie x reader. Reader is on her period, and her emotions are all over the place, and one thing you need to know is that she can sometimes get a bit emotional while on her period. Billie says something silly that upsets the reader making her cry. And of course billie didn't mean to at all. She felt so bad for making her girl upset, she's feels a little stupid because she completely forgot how sensitive the reader became while on her period. But billie makes up for it by giving reader plenty of cuddles and kisses but not without reader refusing them at first being stubborn 🥹

hey my love! Ugh yes ofc! Hope you like it 🥰❤️

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You're curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, your body curled into a tight ball. The cramps hit harder this month, and despite your best efforts to hide it, the discomfort creeps into your mood. You can feel the tears welling up, and it isn't long before you start to feel overwhelmed by a wave of emotion that seems to come out of nowhere.

Billie enters the room, her hair cascading around her shoulders, a gentle smile on her lips as she carries a mug of steaming tea. She notices the frown etched on your face, and immediately her brows furrow with concern.

“Hey, pretty girl,” she calls softly, her voice like a balm against the chaos in your head. “What’s going on?”

You sigh deeply, trying to muster a smile for her. “Just cramps,” you whisper, your voice small.

In true Billie fashion, she tries to lighten the mood. “You know what they say about periods?” she begins, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “They’re just your body’s way of saying, ‘I’m not pregnant!’”

You can’t help but chuckle at her classic dry humor, but the laughter is short-lived. As you try to hold back a snort, a wave of emotion crashes over you, and you suddenly feel the well of tears spilling over. You don’t even understand why you’re feeling this way, but the laughter only amplifies the ache in your chest.

Billie’s playful demeanor drops in an instant; her heart sinks as she sees the tears streaming down your face. “Oh no, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” she rushes over, dropping the mug on the table and wrapping her arms around you. “I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s okay,” you mumble through your tears, sniffling. “It wasn’t you. I just… it’s just a lot right now.”

She cradles you tighter, her fingers gently brushing back your hair. “You’re so strong, mama. I know this time of month can be really tough. Just let it all out; I’m here for you.”

You feel her soft kisses peppering your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids. Each one is full of love, full of understanding, and slowly the warmth of her affection begins to soothe you. You giggle shyly, even as tears mix with laughter. “Billie, stop it! You’re too sweet.”

“I can’t help it,” she replies, her voice teasing yet tender. “I just want to make you smile.”

Pulling back slightly, she holds your face in her hands, looking deep into your eyes. “You’re beautiful, even when you’re feeling like this. I love you, Y/N.”

You see the sincerity in her eyes, and your heart swells with affection. “I love you too, Billie.”

“Okay, how about we binge-watch that show you love? I’ll grab some snacks and keep you cozy,” she says cheerfully, getting up to fetch the remote.

As she moves, you feel lighter, the dark clouds of your emotions slowly parting with each passing moment. When she returns and settles you against her side, enveloped in her warmth, you relax fully.

Billie nudges you playfully. “And next time I’ll save my jokes for another time, promise.”

You snuggle deeper into her embrace, her gentle fingers tracing patterns on your back, melting the last bits of tension away. In this little cocoon of comfort, you know you’ll be okay. With Billie by your side, you feel safe, cherished, and loved.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

oohhh ok this is so self indulgent but do you think you could do a short fic with ford comforting his fem!s/o that's crying because she doesn't feel like she's pretty enough? thank you lots of love 🥺🩷

prettier than a supernova | Ford Pines x reader

some people give compliments. Ford Pines gives a full scientific breakdown of how breathtaking you are

a/n: this is my soft little love letter to anyone who needs a reminder that they're perfect as they are. sometimes you need someone like Ford to tell you you’re worth more than the stars themselves. angel i hope this makes you feel warm and loved. just a little something to remind you that no matter what, you are stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful (also this can be read as gender neutral too!! this photo here is bc i love it and i think it just suits ford bc of sweater)

You don’t mean to start crying, you don’t want to. You press the heel of your palm to your cheek, frustrated. But that ugly feeling has been sitting inside you all day, heavily pressing against your ribs. Stupid, you think, you shouldn’t be crying over something like this. But it happens anyway as tears starts streaming down your face before you even realise what’s happening.

It started earlier. You’d caught your reflection in the mirror and for a second you had seen yourself the way you feared everyone else did. wrong. Lacking. Not enough. You ignored it at first, shoved it down, swallowed the bitter taste of self-doubt like it was nothing. But then it came back.

You thought Ford wouldn't notice, being too busy in his studies. But in the perfect silence of the Shack, your quiet sobs sounded louder than his own breathing.

“Darling,” Ford sets his book aside without hesitation. “come here.” his voice, as always sounds so quiet and calm, but it’s the way he holds out his arms that undoes you completely. There’s no question, no hesitation, just him, offering warmth, safety, attention, care.

So you go, you let yourself sink into his lap, curling up against his chest and the moment his arms come around you, your sobs break free. You press your face into his sweater, gripping the fabric and shut your eyes tightly.

Ford just holds you. No words, no shushing, he doesn’t rush you, doesn’t tell you to stop crying, doesn’t try to fix you. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as he lets you cry, lets you bury yourself in his warmth, lets you be small in his arms. And you cry a little harder because no one’s ever done this before, not like this. No one’s ever let you be messy and sad and vulnerable and still held you like you’re worth something.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs after a while, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. ”talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You shake your head because the words feel ridiculous and too embarrassing. But Ford just waits patiently, his hand never stopping its slow motions against your back.

After a while you whisper. “i. . . don’t feel pretty enough.”

Ford stays silent. The sentence you said doesn’t compute, the equation is missing a crucial variable. His brain thinks. You've just said something factually incorrect.

He is quiet long enough that you regret saying anything at all.

“Not pretty enough?” you wince at how ridiculous it sounds when he says it. You stay silent again. “talk to me, please, you’re too important to me to watch you do this to yourself.” last words didn’t come out the way he had planned, but it doesn't matter. The sadness in your eyes is enough to make him want to shield you from everything that ever made you doubt yourself.

“I don’t know, Ford, sometimes i just feel. . . just not enough.”

Ford takes a deep sigh and pulls back to see your face. His hands come up, six fingers framing your cheeks gently.

“But, love,” he brushes away the lingering tears on your skin. “who put that idea in your head?”

“Just. . . my brain, i guess.”

Ford frowns at that response, trying to figure out how to undo that thought that’s been rooted in you for too long.

“Listen to me, you are the most stunning, breathtaking person i have ever had the privilege of knowing.”

You sniffle, trying to look away, but he doesn’t let you, tilting your chin up until you meet his gaze.

“Not just beautiful,” he continues, “though you are, undeniably. But everything. Your mind, your heart, the way you see the world, i have never known anyone like you. And i never will. You are brilliant and strong in ways i could never hope to be.”

You avoid his gaze, looking down despite his tries to keep your eyes on him. Ford notices, of course he does, he always does and before you can fall apart all over again, he kisses you. So soft, a gentle press of his warm lips, reassuring you. “I wish you could see yourself the way i see you.” he says quietly into your lips. But you shake your head and pull away, laughing through your tears, feeling how emotions overwhelm you again.

“Ford, no—“

“No,” he interrupts and you notice how his voice gets more serious. “you need to hear this. After spending thirty years traveling through dimensions, seeing entire different galaxies and universes, watching alien creatures with more eyes than you can count, none of them, not a single one of them, come close to how breathtakingly beautiful you are.”

You make a small, broken sound and Ford just holds you closer as he continues. You’re speechless, heart hammering in your chest.

“And don’t get me started on physics,” he laughs softly, pulling you against his chest and caressing your hair. “you are more fascinating than a perfectly symmetrical snowflake viewed under a microscope. More miraculous than the way hydrogen atoms fused together for billions of years just to create you. Darling, i’ve held technology so advanced it blurred the line between magic and science. But none of it, none of it, has ever left me as breathless as you do.”

He’s so serious, absolutely devastatingly serious. You don't know if it's the exhaustion or the overwhelming love in his genuine voice, but another real sob breaks out of you before you can stop it as you hug him tighter.

“I really. . . just really wish you could see yourself the way i see you. You are the most extraordinary thing i have ever encountered and i have traveled across the multiverse.” and it's damn truth because when Ford looks at you, he sees more than just a person. He sees a universe, complex and ever-expanding, a mystery he will spend his lifetime trying to understand and yet, always be awed by.

Your chest is aching. It’s too much, he’s too much. So you do the only thing you can think of. You kiss him. It's kinda messy, still wet with your tears, but Ford doesn’t care because the second your lips touch his, he pours all his feelings into it, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your waist, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you, reminding you of just how much he cherishes you, in every universe, in every corner of space and time.

And that's all you ever needed, to be held like the most beautiful thing in his entire universe.

“If the universe is infinite, then so is my love for you. If the stars will burn for billions of years, then let me love you for all of them.”

Ford cradles you against his chest, rocking you in his arms in a slow, soothing motion to calm his beloved. And for the first time in a long time, the voice in the back of your mind, telling you you're not enough, fades away replaced with the warmth of Ford's love.

“So, no, honey. I don't want to hear you ever say you’re not pretty again. Not when you're the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. Not when i know you are worth more than every star, every dimension, every equation in existence.” you pull him closer, feeling the steady beat of his heart as you close your eyes, smiling softly.

The first rule of observation is to watch closely, to notice every detail, to understand what no one else does. And Stanford notices everything about you.

[welcometoyunosworld]

Me and My Brother

𝐓𝐚𝐞-𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 / 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠-𝐛𝐚𝐞

𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 / 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩: 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘌𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵 🤏 𝘚𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘑𝘐-𝘠𝘖𝘕𝘎 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘚𝘘𝘜𝘐𝘕𝘛 𝘉𝘈𝘌𝘚🤏💋

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Growing up with your brother, Young-bae, made you the person you are now. You still remember the times when you were still little, dancing and singing songs that play on the radio, even dressing up to look like celebrities to make things more fun and memorable, and it did. Times when you'd find yourself crying because he wouldn't give you some candies, or the other way around. When he's the one with a nasty frown while glaring at you as tears streamed down his cheeks, watching you have all the sweets, and innocently looking at him like you didn't just take all the sweet treats.

Oh don't get started with the toys here and there, you two would have two wooden boxes, full of your toys. Sometimes you'd be snooping around taking his favorite toy and claim it as 'borrowing' it and return it only when he noticed it was gone. While he takes your favorite dolls and ruins their beautifully styled hair, or ruins their clothes. You couldn't help but laugh faintly at that memory of you putting Make-up on Young-bae's face when he fell asleep.

And then comes the day you both became trainees, of course you also met Ji-yong, you were so happy Young-bae met Ji-yong. Their friendship really made you admire them, and Ji-yong admired you also for how you care for Young-bae, even though he does stupid things sometimes. You also became Ji-yong's close and childhood friend, you and Young-bae to be more specific.

Unfortunately you didn't end up being together in the same group with Young-bae. YG had made your debut as an Idol only, you really wanted to join your brother but been told it would be weird to be in a Boy group and being the only girl there. It left you with no other choices. You were as talented at Young-bae, you both always dreamed of becoming successful and rising stars. Making music, singing on stage, getting spotlight and making the world shocking collaboration. Wouldn't that be so cool?

“Y/n time to go, we're gonna be so late!” Young-bae tugged your arm as you both left your home in a rush. “Aaaaaaaahhh!!- You're pulling my arm too harshly!!” You exclaimed and nearly made him trip. “Forget that! We can't risk doing fifty push ups!” He exclaimed back which made you look at him in disbelief and finally matched his pace as you both ran to the studio like your lives depended on it, it did actually. This is your one way ticket to achieve your dreams, and you and Young-bae swore to never waste this chance.

Running through the halls and tripping a few times, you both made it at the last minute which got Ji-yong laughing his ass off. “I see they hate doing push ups.” Ji-yong muttered and looked at you then Young-bae. “I can do push ups, not her.” Young-bae whispered and earned a smack on the back from you causing him to grunt and hiss in pain. “It's true!” You shoot him a glare, making Ji-yong chuckle and pat both of your backs. “Let's give it our best today, just like we always have!” He exclaimed proudly and loudly just to get you pumped up. “Alright!! Let's do this!” You and Young-bae replied.

You smiled and paused the video, oh you were so glad they recorded those old days when you were still a trainee. You stood up from your chair and stretched a bit before making your way to get a little snack. It was only 11:43 PM, you couldn't sleep at all. You were just reminiscing about your old days, you haven't seen Young-bae for a long time now too, so you'd figure you did miss him.

And just as you were gonna take a bite of your chosen snack, your phone dinged. Checking it out, your eyes slowly widened when you saw the text.

𝘿𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙨 🫰:

𝘠/𝘯

Of course it had to be Young-bae, you really didn't expect a text since he did say he's been so busy ever since he got into BigBang. Not to mention the rehearsals, recordings and making the music videos and the tours.

𝙔/𝙣:

𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭?

You replied with a smirk on your face and your smirk turned into a full on grin when you saw his instant reply.

𝘿𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙨 🫰:

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴!!! 𝘺𝘦𝘴.

Of course. This was so new, you knew damn well he's scared of women, wondering what got him like this. And your supportive sister mode just turned on the moment he said yes.

𝘿𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙨 🫰:

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘰-𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

🙏🙏🙏

Rolling your eyes, you replied with a simple yes and to let you know when he'll come over to talk about it face to face.

Helping him out for the love of his life Hyo-rin really was a stress to you because you had no idea if he was being stupid or he was that dumb, then you smacked some sense into him, encouraging him to be better and get his woman back and show her that he's really the man of her dreams. “Snap out of it, dumbass!! How are you gonna show her that you still love her like this? Sulking and hiding away? Get your ass up, and show her the real man you are.”

That definitely did smack some sense into his mind, and you felt proud of yourself and proud of him that he won Hyo-rin back. He literally wrote a song about her, won the MAMA awards not just Hyo-rin.

“I'm not crying.” You muttered to Ji-yong as he chuckled bitterly at that lie of yours, your tears are already streaming down your cheeks and your sobs muffled by your handkerchief. “Said you, with tears in your eyes.” Ji-yong said, his voice cracked a bit and his own tears finally came down. Between you and Ji-yong, you cried the hardest.

“You better treat her right!! Or else I'll smack more sense into your head!” You exclaimed as you wiped your tears away. Making Young-bae and Hyo-rin chuckle. “Congratulations, I'm so happy for you two..” You muttered, hugging them both and Hyo-rin thanking you for being there for Young-bae and Her. You literally helped them get back together just by talking some facts

Being his sister isn't just about that, there's the day you were in tears again when they announced that 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺. You were definitely the best auntie out there..

As you smiled softly, looking at the baby boy in Hyo-rin's arms, Young-bae pats your back, smiling as well. “Thank you, Y/n. For your unwavering support.” He said sincerely, making tears form in your eyes again. "Ahh i just finished crying and you're making me cry again!” You whisper-yelled making both of them chuckle softly.

“You're the best sister ever..”

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Maybe i shed a few tears as i write this, but i am very content with this one!! Writing about Young-bae as an older brother gets me emotional 🙏

Hope u like this one Baes!

𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙙!💋

[luckymilkshakerebel]

Unspoken Love: Minho's Tender Care After Our Loss

Genre: comfort, strengthen the bond, miscarriage mention, foster connection

Cast: Lee know (minho) stray kids x female reader

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The air in the house was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed down on your chest and made it hard to breathe. It had been days since the miscarriage, but the pain still lingered, sharp and relentless. You hadn’t spoken much since it happened, retreating into yourself while Minho, your husband, quietly stood by, giving you space but never leaving your side.

He was your anchor in the storm. You didn’t know how he managed to stay so calm and steady, but you were grateful for him. You didn’t have the energy to speak most of the time, but Minho didn’t seem to mind. He was there, always there, making sure you ate, making sure you rested, and just holding you when the sadness became too much to bear.

But today felt different. Something was wrong—more wrong than usual.

You woke up feeling sore, your chest heavy and uncomfortable. At first, you thought it was just part of the physical recovery process, but as the day went on, the ache in your breasts grew worse. By the time the afternoon sunlight was streaming through the living room window, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You sat on the couch, staring at your hands and trying to make sense of the discomfort. Your body felt foreign to you, like it didn’t belong. The ache in your chest wasn’t just physical—it was emotional too, a cruel reminder of what you had lost.

Minho walked into the room, his footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. He had a knack for sensing when you needed him, as if he could feel your emotions without you saying a word.

“Hey,” he said gently, sitting down beside you. “How are you feeling?”

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Minho reached out, his warm hand covering yours. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, glancing down at your lap. “My chest hurts,” you said quietly. “I don’t know why.”

His brow furrowed, concern flickering across his face. “Hurts how? Like... sore?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s been getting worse all day.”

Minho was silent for a moment, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Have you checked?”

You shook your head, a wave of guilt washing over you. You hadn’t wanted to deal with your body—hadn’t wanted to face what it was going through.

“Let me help,” Minho said softly.

You looked up at him, uncertainty flickering in your eyes. “Help how?”

“I can take a look,” he offered. “Just to make sure everything’s okay. If it’s too much, you can tell me to stop.”

His voice was calm, steady, and full of reassurance. You trusted him completely, and though the thought of being so vulnerable made your stomach twist, you knew he only wanted to help.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Minho gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before helping you up from the couch and guiding you to the bedroom. He grabbed a couple of pillows, arranging them behind you so you could sit comfortably on the bed.

“Just tell me if anything hurts or if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice gentle.

You nodded, your heart pounding as you lifted your shirt. The ache in your chest was sharper now, and when Minho gently touched your breast, you winced.

“Sorry,” he murmured, his brow furrowing as he examined you. “It feels like...” He trailed off, his expression shifting as realization dawned on him.

“What?” you asked, panic creeping into your voice.

“I think your milk is coming in,” he said softly.

You stared at him, your mind racing. “What? How? That doesn’t make sense.”

Minho sat back slightly, his hand resting on your knee. “It happens sometimes,” he explained. “Your body doesn’t realize yet... about the baby. It’s just doing what it thinks it’s supposed to do.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your body didn’t realize. It didn’t know. The tears came without warning, spilling down your cheeks as the weight of it all crashed over you.

Minho immediately reached for you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, love.”

You clung to him, your sobs muffled against his chest. The grief was overwhelming, the pain too much to bear. Minho held you tightly, his hand running up and down your back in soothing strokes.

When your tears finally subsided, you pulled back slightly, wiping at your face. “What do I do?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“We’ll figure it out,” Minho said, his tone full of quiet determination. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

You nodded, trusting him to guide you through this.

“First,” he said, “we need to relieve the pressure. It’ll help with the pain.”

You glanced at him, unsure. “How?”

He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I can help,” he said gently. “Manually. If you’re okay with it.”

The thought made your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you knew Minho wasn’t suggesting it lightly. He just wanted to help, to ease your discomfort in any way he could.

“Okay,” you said quietly.

He gave you a small, reassuring smile and grabbed a clean towel from the bathroom, placing it nearby. He sat down beside you, his touch careful and deliberate as he began.

At first, the sensation was strange—unfamiliar and slightly uncomfortable—but as the pressure in your chest started to ease, relief washed over you.

“Is that better?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Yes,” you whispered, tears welling up again. “Thank you.”

Minho paused, his thumb brushing away one of your tears. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “I’m here for you. Always.”

The room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional sniffle. Minho worked slowly, his focus entirely on making sure you were comfortable.

As the physical relief spread through your chest, the emotional weight of the situation hit you all over again. Tears slipped down your cheeks, unbidden, and Minho immediately noticed.

“Hey,” he said gently, his hand coming to rest on your arm. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just... everything,” you said, your voice breaking. “I feel so broken, Minho.”

His expression softened, and he pulled you into his arms once again. “You’re not broken,” he said firmly. “You’re grieving. Your body is trying to heal, and that’s not something you can control. But you’re not broken, love. You’re stronger than you know.”

You clung to him, his words sinking into your heart. It didn’t erase the pain, but it made it feel a little less heavy, knowing he was there to carry it with you.

When he finished helping you, he cleaned his hands and sat back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said softly.

“You’ll never have to find out,” Minho replied, his hand gently running through your hair.

The grief was still there, a quiet ache that would take time to heal. But in that moment, wrapped in Minho’s arms, you felt a flicker of hope. With him by your side, you knew you could face whatever came next.

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Taking Care of You(Part 2)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women's Basketball

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Mentions of monthly periods

Summary: Paige reflects on the moments after her game before heading home to you. Later, when you wake up in unbearable pain, Paige takes care of you in the sweetest way.

Paige’s POV

The second the game ended, I should’ve felt elation. Two-thousand-and-one career points. A win. The roaring crowd. My team hoisting me up, celebrating a milestone I’d dreamed of since I first picked up a basketball. But none of it felt right.

Because you weren’t there.

I scanned the stands one last time, but all I saw were strangers cheering. A dull ache settled in my chest as I went through the motions of post-game interviews and congratulations. Coach asked if I was okay—he must’ve seen the distracted look on my face. I nodded, brushing it off, but my mind was somewhere else.

The second I was free, I bolted out of the locker room, ignoring the teasing from Azzi and KK about “rushing off to your girl.” They weren’t wrong, though. I needed to see you.

By the time I got back to my dorm, I was prepared to find you asleep, maybe a little annoyed I hadn’t called sooner. But when I opened the door and saw your phone abandoned on the bathroom counter and your curled-up figure on the floor, my heart sank.

“Hey, hey, baby… you’re okay,” I whispered, dropping to my knees to shake you gently. You blinked up at me, eyes glassy with pain.

“Paige…” you murmured, trying to sit up.

“Don’t move,” I said quickly, scooping you up like it was second nature. I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared. Seeing you like that, so vulnerable and in pain, made my stomach twist.

After helping you into the bath and holding your hand while you started to relax, I finally let myself breathe. I stayed by your side all night, reassuring you, brushing your hair back, and eventually tucking you into bed once you felt a little better. But I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t.

Reader’s POV

I woke up in the middle of the night, my body shaking with pain that ripped through me like a storm. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to stifle the sobs that escaped my lips. I didn’t want to wake Paige.

But I didn’t have to.

“Baby?” Paige’s sleepy voice called out as she turned on the bedside lamp. She sat up immediately when she saw me clutching my stomach, my face wet with tears. “Oh no, no, no,” she murmured, pulling me into her arms.

“I-I forgot to take the meds,” I hiccupped, trembling.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she whispered, rocking me gently. “Let me grab them, okay? Don’t move.”

She returned in seconds, holding the bottle of painkillers and a glass of water. I took the pills with shaky hands, sniffling as she kissed my temple. “They’ll kick in soon. I promise,” she murmured.

But the pain was still there, and I couldn’t stop crying. Paige cupped my face, wiping my tears with her thumbs. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

“I don’t know,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I just feel so awful.”

Paige kissed my forehead and stood up. “Come on, let’s go for a drive.”

“A drive?” I looked at her, confused.

“Yeah, a drive. We’re getting fast food and ice cream. And maybe a snack run from a 24-hour convenient store. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”

Ten minutes later, I was bundled up in one of Paige’s oversized hoodies, sitting in the passenger seat of her car. She kept one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with mine as we pulled into the drive-thru of a 24-hour McDonald’s.

“What do you want, baby?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Fries, nuggets. And… maybe a McFlurry?”

Paige smiled. “A McFlurry is non-negotiable. It’s happening.”

Once we had our food, she drove us to a quiet parking lot, where we ate in comfortable silence. She kept sneaking glances at me, her eyes full of concern.

“Better?” she asked after a while, handing me a fry.

“A little,” I admitted, my voice still a bit shaky.

Paige leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Good. You scared me, you know that?”

I frowned. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted firmly. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Over the next few days, Paige stayed by my side like a shadow. She made sure I stayed hydrated, kept a heating pad on me at all times, and even held me when I needed to cry.

“Are you sure you’re not tired of me yet?” I teased one afternoon as she handed me a cup of tea.

“Not a chance,” she replied, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Of course, my hormones decided to test her patience a few times. Like when she accidentally dropped my heating pad and I snapped at her.

“Do you want to do it yourself, then?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I… no,” I mumbled, pouting.

She chuckled, sitting beside me and pulling me into her lap. “That’s what I thought. Now shush and let me take care of you.”

As I lay curled up in bed, Paige traced lazy circles on my back, her voice a soft hum in the quiet room.

“I love you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my hair.

“I love you more,” I replied, my voice sleepy but content.

“Nope. Not possible,” she said with a grin, pulling me closer.

And in that moment, wrapped up in her warmth and love, I knew that no matter what, she’d always be there to take care of me.

[racetheskies]

i love you more than anything kiyoko

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[napping-sapphic]

PLEASE tell me about all your problems so i have an excuse to try to kiss it all better for like six hours minimum

[wiser-girl]

The thing that actually set me off in the betrayal scene (as in I was literally sobbing) was actually before when Luke didn't even KIND OF say goodbye to Annabeth, KNOWING he was about to betray her and having no idea when he'd see her again if ever? His little sister who he's known and loved for half a decade? And he just sent her off like it was NOTHING???

[gio-cosmo]

I’ve finally finished P3R!

So now of course I must write paragraphs abt how much I loved it. Spoilers below the cut!

I can say without any hesitation or doubt that P3R is by far the best game I’ve ever played in my life.

They truly did such a wonderful job with remaking this game, so much so that it really makes me look forward to the possibility of more persona-remakes in the future. I’m so thankful that they stayed true to the original story, but improved where it was necessary. I’m blown away by every detail they put into this game, and how they managed to make even the menu screens absolutely beautiful.

I’ve always tended to get a bit sappy/emotional about games I really like, but I genuinely do believe that the persona franchise, specifically p3 and p4, have changed me as a person. They’ve effected me emotionally, and helped me navigate the meaning of my own life. I got invested within the persona franchise at a very young age (I think I was in the 5th grade lmfao 😭), and it was the first game series I really fell in love with — and that was only through watching playthroughs on YouTube at the time. Looking back on it, I think that it’s what really sparked my passion for video games, and also game development in general.

I started getting back into the persona franchise about 1 and a half, maybeeee 2 years ago, and being able to reconnect with the games and fall in love with them all over again has been such a crazy cool experience. Playing P3R after playing the original p3 was such a joy, and I can confidently say it emotionally impacted me just as much as the original did, if not more.

It’s not often I feel the urge to replay a game right after I finish it, usually I have to give it a break for a bit, but I’ve already started my New Game+ run of P3R and I’m not feeling even remotely burnt out, which I think is another example of how much I absolutely adore this game.

AAANYWAYS if you’ve read this far hi!! Rambling and getting overly emotional about video games is my one and only talent fr so thanks for listening 🫶

[eggbagelz]

Side note i dont know if ive ever told u guys this but i do cry slash tear up when im really excited or happy abt smth and it absolutely has freaked people the fuck out before

[lover-of-mine]

Me straight up sobbing reading through what I have written for the drowning fic: what the hell is wrong with me? Is it really that bad?

My period: ✨hi✨

Me: oh

[strawberrisoulmate]

oi… hana.

sorry this is late. planned on tellin' this to ya yesterday, but i didn't get a chance 'cause of us spendin' the day together, and 'cause… i don't really know how to say it. still don't, really, but i'll try my best. for you.

i love you. ya know that, but i always gotta say it just so you know. 'm not always good at tellin' it to ya, or sayin' it out loud, but i'm gettin' better at it. i just… need ya to know how much ya mean to me.

i never cared about gettin' married or anythin' like that until i met you. used to not even care if i ever had a girlfriend or not — just wasn't somethin' i worried about. to be honest… i probably figured i never would 'cause girls have always been scared of me, ya know? everyone else was, too. outside of the guys, you're the only one who's never thought i was scary or— i dunno. some guy who's lookin' for a fight or who'll kill ya if ya look at 'im wrong. an' it… makes me real happy. still makes me real happy. i dunno if i've ever told ya how happy it makes me that you just… act normal around me.

ah… but… really, it's just you that makes me happy. doesn't matter what it is, but ya just… everythin' about you makes me happy. an' every time i wake up next to ya or fall asleep however many times with you next to me, i… fall in love with ya a little more. don't think i'll ever stop fallin' in love with ya.

and… i can't wait to get married to ya — still can't even really believe you said yes. kinda feels like i'm just dreamin' sometimes. but 'm glad. an' i'm glad ya still wanna be my wife. 'cause i wanna be your husband, too.

i love ya. forever. always will.

— 🍓

wahhhhhhhhhh ichiiiiiiiii......!!! i had such an amazing valentine's day with you yesterday, so you didn't need to send me anything extra! 🥺💕

but oh my gosh, reading this is actually making me cry. you really make me so so happy too. i know i can get overly emotional and corny all the time, but i really mean it every single time i say it. i love you so so much. being with you has changed my life for the better. you make me feel so warm and giddy and safe and i can't imagine how things would be without you. you really mean the whole entire world to me.

back when we first met, i would've never ever expected that someone as cool and handsome and popular like you would ever even glance in my direction. i thought i would be an absolute nobody compared to you. but then you just... talked to me like you would anyone else. and the more time we spent together — whether it be hanging out with the other guys or just the two of us grabbing some lunch on a break from work — the more i got to know you and the more i fell in love with you. and i continue to fall even deeper in love with you every single day, too. you're all i could have ever asked for in a partner... a friend, boyfriend, fiance, and soon-to-be husband.

ichigo, sweetie, i cannot thank you enough for how much you've done for me. how much you've helped me through. how much you've loved and cared for me when nobody else would. i can't wait for the day i can finally — officially — say that i'm your wife and that you are my husband. i'm counting down the days; the next month and a half can't go by quick enough.

i love you too, baby. forever. i always, always will.

[samuraisharkie]

im crying laughing bc my friends and I were talking about random weird shit strangers have dropped on us in dms or inboxes and I just remembered this thing that happened to me several years ago where I had a sonic fan blog and someone I talked to occasionally randomly came into my dms with “hey do you want to review this sonic mpreg I wrote”. with illustrated pictures and everything

[painsucklet]

funniest development is that after years of being emotionally constipated i now cannot stop crying but ive just gotten freakishly good at being stealth about it