#rightly panicking

[cray-cray-anime]

I can't just tag it

you can tell a lot about someone based on their phone background. it shows what’s most important to them

[cissa-calls]

Yeah everyone’s loved and invested in this series but did YOU have people checking in on you after the finale??? Because guess who did

[antaripirate]

brb on my way to red london to protect rhy‼️‼️FUCK

also KELL MY SWEET BABY ARE YOU OK?!?????

[ya-zz]

Can I request some headcanons with Cassidy, Hanzo and Reaper? Of them holding their newborn baby for the first time? The baby fever is going crazy feral for me rn

I thought I would've gotten to this sooner, but hello, it is finally here!

This was such a cute concept and I'm really glad I got to do this and to finish it! Thank you for the patience ♥

CASSIDY

He panicked when you mentioned you were going into labour, words fumbling out his mouth in incoherent sentences that made you question whether or not he was okay.

He was there with you the entire time you were giving birth, holding your hand, moving the stuck hair from your face, wiping the sweat off of your forehead.

He never once let go of you, wanting nothing more than to soothe you throughout the entire process. 

When the moment arrived, a screaming and crying baby in the nurses hands, Cassidy immediately felt the relief run through him. 

“I am proud of you, honey.” 

“You’re okay. Everything is fine.” 

When the nurses eventually handed the small infant over to you, he witnessed your features getting soft, tears pricking your eyes once more. They weren’t painful tears, but rather tears of love. 

The baby continued to cry for a minute or two longer as the conversation around the room continued.

Cassidy sat on the edge of the bed, hand still holding yours, watching you as you admired the soft bundle in your arms

When you turned to him with a smile on your face and asked if he wanted to hold his child, his heart almost stopped. 

He had felt overwhelmed before, but this time it felt different. 

His child was in his arms, bundled up in a soft blanket.

The cries had stopped, soft noises being made and when their eyes opened, looking at the cowboy, Cassidy felt the entire room spin. 

Finally, another reason to fall in love all over again.

HANZO

Hanzo was careful throughout every stage of the pregnancy. He’d listen to you, and get you everything and anything had wanted and needed. 

The moment Hanzo saw you grimace in pain, he knew exactly what was coming.

He was quick on his feet to get you over to medbay, hand never leaving yours as he helped you settle onto the bed.

The entire time he would whisper to you, sweet little words and praises to flood your mind and to take it off of the pain you were experiencing. 

“Stay calm, sweetheart.”

“My love… You are doing amazingly.”

He would keep his fingers laced with yours all throughout the birth of your child. 

The moment that new life was brought into the world, your hand squeezed your partners hand tightly, the relief flooding through your body.

His heart fluttered as the nurses brought the newborn over to you and him. 

Every emotion was heightened when he saw you hold the small bundle and when you offered for him to hold the baby, his eyes widened. 

His hands were gentle as he took the bundle to his chest, gently rocking his arms. 

He was almost a natural, and when the cries calmed down, he chuckled. 

Hanzo saw the pride within your face as you turned to look at him. The love for you and his child was overflowing.

The archer had another reason to keep fighting. To keep living.

REAPER

Everything changed rather quickly the moment you became pregnant.

The cold demeanour was suddenly calm and caring, something of which was what you needed during the pregnancy. 

When labour came around and pain was surging, Reyes moved fast, carrying you to the medbay.

He was worried and rightly so as you cried out in pain. 

Reyes kept his hand on your forehead, soothing what pained emotions you were receiving and letting out. 

Your body was on fire for your partner did what he could to make sure you were pain-free as possible.

“Stay calm, You’re doing good.”

“Almost there, don’t worry, you’re doing well.”

He listened to your cries and it pained him, but the moment that it fell silent and another cry was heard, Reyes felt warm.

His heart felt bigger as he watched you hold your newborn baby.

Tears spilled from your eyes, Reyes moved his hand to cup your cheek, thumb caressing the warm and damp flesh.

When you held out your newborn to your partner, he hesitated, but his arms opened up and accepted the small bundle of newborn joy.

His eyes softened and he smiled, a genuine smile that made your own heart flutter with joy. 

Reyes was happy. He was in love. 

[zukosdualdao]

something i was thinking about regarding the parallels of aang and zuko accidentally burning toph and katara, respectively, is the similarity in their reactions in the immediate aftermath, but the way their reactions diverge afterward, re: apologies.

Aang tosses it into the air and spreads his arms out. For a second, he has a smile on his face, but it vanishes as he accidentally burns Katara's hands. Katara shrieks in pain. Aang: Katara! I'm so sorry! Sokka comes running to Katara's side. Sokka: [Concerned.] Katara, what's wrong? [Angrily.] What did you do?! Aang: It was an accident! I was, uh... Katara, I'm so-- Sokka furiously tackles Aang. Sokka: [Enraged.] I told you we shouldn't mess around with this! Look what you did! You burned my sister! [Katara runs away.]

Zuko: Who's there? Stay back! [Whips fire.] Toph: It's me! [Throws up an earth shield, but steps back into Zuko's fire blast.] Ow! You burned my feet! Zuko: I'm sorry, it was a mistake! [Comes toward her, but she begins to crawl away.] Toph: Get away from me! [As Toph crawls away, she grabs the earth under her and throws it backward at Zuko.] Zuko: Let me help you! [Dodges another rock.] I'm sorry! [Tries to grab her.] Toph: Get off me, get off me! [Brings up some earth which sends Zuko flying back.]

both of them try to immediately apologize as soon as they realize what they've done, and while that's understandable and they both do feel genuine remorse, the kinds of apologies being made in these contexts are inherently a little selfish. an apology should be for the other person, and neither katara or toph is in a place to process it, as both are in immediate pain and both are panicking. aang and zuko also both try to repeat the apology - aang only doesn't get all the way through his because sokka tackles him and interrupts - in the moment when it's become very clear that it's not going to be appropriate or helpful at the time.

where i think they diverge, though, is that while aang continues to feel remorse, he doesn't offer another apology now that tensions have lowered and she might be in a better place to receive it. instead, it becomes about his own guilt, and katara having to comfort him, telling him it doesn't matter because she was able to heal herself.

Katara enters the cottage to find Aang sulking. Aang: Jeong Jeong tried to tell me that I wasn't ready. I wouldn't listen. I'm never going to firebend again. Katara: You'll have to eventually. Aang: No, never again. Katara: It's okay, Aang. I'm healed.

he also learns the wrong lesson from it. and to be clear, i'm not criticizing that as a writing choice - i think it's very realistic. but instead of resolving to do better in the future and learn discipline, he declares his intent to avoid firebending instead of committing to the responsibility of controlling it. (which, as katara rightly points out, is just not going to work.)

whereas, despite his lapse in wallowing in his own guilt - why am i so bad at being good? - by the next day, zuko is able to apologize to toph in a setting where tensions are lower and she's better able to process it, as her feet might not be completely healed but are healing and she's in significantly less pain and a clearer mindset. he gives the explanation of it being an accident without excusing it, instead affirming that he knows he has a responsibility to be more careful and resolving to do better.

Zuko: [To Toph.] I'm sorry for what I did to you. [Bows to her.] It was an accident. Fire can be dangerous and wild, so as a firebender, I need to be more careful and control my bending, so I don't hurt people unintentionally.

i think the reason zuko is able to work past this and not keep wallowing in shame and guilt is because part of his journey has been learning (with help from iroh) that the guilt and shame he was made to feel for his 'wrongdoings' in ozai's eyes never actually helped anything, and he has finally started to internalize that. so he's able to say "i did a wrong thing and i'm sorry and i will do better" without either trying to completely justify himself or debasing himself, and that's powerful and important.

[kaidoreunion]

yandere android foxy: “playmate”

content warnings: android (humanoid-robot) foxy, robot x human relationships, stalking, yandere, kidnapping, GN reader

Two months ago, they promised you that the job would be relatively easy and straightforward, that it was completely safe and effortless, that it would be easy money. Two months ago, you were promised a forever job, with high pay and minimum effort.

“Oh, yeah, this one’s a breeze.” He’d said. “Watch the animatronics, make sure they stay in place and don’t get stolen or something, and keep the place clean. Basically, sit in your chair and watch the cameras, yeah?”

What he failed to tell you was that the animatronics, or androids, rather, weren’t just some stationary object that followed basic lines of code. No, he conveniently forgot to bring up that they had minds of their owns, that they’d taken lives that were swept under the rug by corporate, that they were capable of violence, emotion, causing tragedy and suffering.

Your mind is in shambles as you stare at the security camera footage, eyes squinting to get a better look at what should certainly be your mind playing tricks on you. But, as you rub your eyes, it becomes clear that what you’re seeing isn’t a trick at all.

Foxy, residing in Pirate Cove, one of the main attractions in the Pizzaplex, isn’t in his typical position. Instead, he’s casually walking toward the camera that’s pointed at him, making your heart race with each slow step he takes.

He tilts his head and leans in, the camera shaking as he reaches for it, tapping the lens with a hooked hand before the reception cuts out, leaving his area on your security cameras as a static screen.

You don’t have time to reflect, because shortly after, there’s a tapping at the left side door of your office. Naturally, you flinch and get to your feet, sliding a hand over the desk in search of anything to defend yourself. You grab on to a security baton, one of the few things this crummy job had given you, and hold it at your side defensively.

It’s fruitless, because when he wants to get in, he does so effortlessly. He slams his hooked hand against the glass window of the door, reaching down to unlock the door for himself. He pushes the door open and walks in, brushing the glass off his hook.

“Mighty fine security you’ve got yerself there.” He comments slyly, raising his head and meeting your eyes. You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at the sight of his narrowed eyes, one covered by an eyepatch, and the scratches on his body from being out of commission for so long. “Yer’ always just strain’ at those monitors with a tired look, nice to see a new expression on ya.”

“What the hell?” You murmur, gripping the baton. Foxy’s eyes dart to the weapon in your hand, then back to your face.

“Why so panicked? I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He raises his hands, or lack there of, in protest. “Been outta commission for a time now, y’know? Been watching ya watch those cameras the last month, looked rightly bored.”

You scan his metallic face for signs of malice or instability, but find nothing. You relax your grip and posture, but stay on your guard.

“How would you know? You stay in that… tent… thing.”

“Ah! Me Pirate’s Cove, that there is!” He exclaims, suddenly proud of himself. “Yer right, can’t see much there, but word spreads. Cute security guard don’t go unnoticed, given the old men we usually get ‘round here.”

You hesitate, unsure how to interpret the compliment. “Word spreads… with who?”

“Yer a bit slow, aren’t’cha? ‘S alright. We animatronics ain’t just props, y’know. Chica’s real keen on ya.” He chuckles, but you hear the insincerity in his tone. He takes a step towards you, and you instinctively take one backwards. “Yer shift ends at 6?”

“Yeah…” You trail off, tightening your grip on the baton once again.

He looks up at the clock on the wall. “‘S about 5.”

“I—“

He swiftly takes your wrist, pulling you toward his cold, yet shockingly soft, body. “Ya went home early?”

“What? I’m still here.”

“That’s not what this note says.” He grins a golden toothed smile, sticking a sticky note to the desk and lifting you, slinging you over his shoulder effortlessly.

“Fuck! Foxy, put me down!”

“Can’t hear ya, darlin’! What do ya say we get you some sweets to keep you calm?”

[recklessfiction]

There are two wizards, brothers. One lives on the top of a mountain, the other on the top floor of a skyscraper, a tower. They don't speak, there is resentment there. Until one day the wizard in the tower commissions his brother to create a relic, a skull he needs for a ritual he plans to perform. The wizard on the mountain agrees.

The skull is delivered to the cabin on the mountain by men in suits and sunglasses. The wizard takes it and tells them to return in three days. Over those days, the wizard works, carving hymns into the inside of the skull, chiseling runes into the bone and painting it with black ink. It is a beautiful thing, when it is finished, a lovely piece of art and a job well done.

The men return, pleased by the look of the thing, even though they do not know what the sigils mean, or in what languages the songs are written. There is a foul air of unearned arrogance about them. They pass along a briefcase full of money. Significantly less than what was agreed upon.

"You'll take it and like it, old man." One of the men says, foolish.

The wizard on the mountain takes the money and stays silent. Only passing a thumb over the brow of the skull, smudging it with gold paint. He says one word to it, before passing it over to the men who place it in a velvet lined box and bring it out to the car. The Wizard grins as he watches them go, teeth sharp.

The car makes it halfway down the mountain before the box begins to shake. Within it, the skull has already begun to reform its tissue, muscle and fat.

"What the fuck is going on back there?" the driver calls.

The box explodes.

Bone stretches and cracks, growing into spine and arm and shoulder held by bleeding wet muscle and flesh. There is screaming from the men in the back as blood and fat explodes from the growing body onto their clothes.

"What the fuck-!?"

"Stop the car!"

A panicked arm shoots out for the steering wheel from behind and in a craze, the driver swerves, slamming into a tree on the side of the road. The horn drones into the night, joined, at first by two screams and soon three.

The skull had grown its lungs and vocal chords.

The two surviving men in suits (the driver died on impact) clamber out of the car, white shirts soaked with blood and fluids. They scream and cry out for help until they see lights coming down the road. They wave their arms, shouting their horror and "pull over, please! Pull over!"

The car pulls off the road, an old blue pickup truck. The door opens and a figure steps out. The faces of the men fall.

"please."

BANG

One gunshot

BANG

and another

Now only one voice screams in the darkness and the Wizard on the Mountain picks his way through the bodies and debris of the crashed car towards the sound. He crouches low and pulls the once corpse-then skull-now body out from beneath the wreckage.

He drops the body into the bed of the truck before climbing into the cab. The soft start and sudden jolt makes the corpse's breath hitch and as the truck trundles back up the road to the top of the mountain, it's screams turn to quiet gasps and whimpers. The rain starts about then and its painful on the corpse's new skin. It can hear the sound of a radio from inside the truck. It can also feel the heaviness of a heart that had not been there a half hour ago, and something itches inside its head.

The car stops once they reach the cabin. When the Wizard comes around and lays a hand on it's ankle, the corpse tenses, and rightly so as it is pulled off the bed and onto the wet ground. The wizard drags it through the mud towards a small shed beside the house.

"The axe'll be easiest. You won't feel a thing."

The corpse kicks out, immediately understanding the words the Wizard says to it. Alas, it is weak and newly born, there is nothing it can do as it is brought before a large stump. It's leg is dropped as the Wizard goes to collect the axe and the corpse wastes no time in beginning it's escape, not that it gets very far.

"Ah," a sharp sound from behind, "where do you think you're goin'?"

A large arm hauls the corpse up, not gentle but not needlessly violent. Like pulling the leash on a big dog.

"Come on, don't make this difficult."

"No," the corpse croaked, squirming in the Wizard's grasp, "no."

"You got to see the stars, feel the rain, breathe," the shed was getting nearer again and the corpse felt its horrible, horrible heart slam against its chest, "What more could a dead man want?"

More. Everything. Anything more. Adrenaline coursed through new veins and it felt, to the corpse, like its body was on fire. It clawed at the skin that held it, not knowing the strength it had. Its teeth sunk into muscle and the Wizard, for all his great size, shouted out, dropping the corpse like a hot loaf tin.

The corpse moved, pushing itself up onto unsteady legs and running towards the light of the house. The Wizard's grin had turned to a snarl now as blood trickled down his arm and neck. Fingers curled around the axe handle and he pulled the blade from the block of wood before following the skull to the house.

"Fucking bodies. More trouble than they're worth."

This is an introduction to a story I'm currently working on called Freakdom. The aesthetic is based heavily on death metal and heavy metal music and art, movies like Mandy, Hellraiser, The Void, etc, and so far it's pretty cool! The resurrected skull is named Lazarus (appropriately) but I haven't gotten names for the Wizards yet. I'm having fun though!

[arialerendeair]

Happy Birthday!!!!!! May all your wishes come true!!!! Good health and wealth to you!!!

As a Gabe anon, I feel compelled to give you a little idea and here it is. A Sleepless in Seattle AU!

Hob is a recently widowed father to a precocious 10-year-old, Robyn. They lost Eleanor just the year before and to help themselves, they pack up and move out of the city she grew up in to move to Seattle.

On the other side of the country, Dream is preparing to marry Calliope, whom he met at work. The relationship is fine. He likes her well enough and she likes him well enough. Marriage is just something that makes this all seem real.

It's Christmas Eve and while on a long drive home, Dream tunes into a radio show where Robyn is asking for a new wife or husband for his father. He's been real sad since his mom died and he just wants someone to join their little family.

Then Hob catches him and sends him off to bed and takes over the call. He gets to talking about what he loved about his wife and what he misses most. Dream heart melts for this stranger so many miles away.

Dream decides to write him a letter. He wants to meet Hob and Robyn on top of the Empire State Building on Valentine's Day, much to the chagrin of his friend Lucienne who rightly tells him he doesn't want to be in love in real life. He wants to be in love in a movie. He's also still engaged to Calliope after all. Dream thinks better of it and tosses the letter, which Lucienne still mails.

Hob meanwhile has moved on and has started dating again. Which Robyn doesn't like. He finds Gwen too weird for his tastes. Besides he likes Dream's letter the best. Which puts the house at odds. Robyn wants to go to New York for Valentine's Day, Hob wants to go to a cabin for the weekend with Gwen. They fight about it all day long until Eurydice, Robyn's new friend, uses her parent's travel agency to put him on a plane.

Robyn's going to New York to see his new dad <3

- 🤜 anon

ANON I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE GRATEFUL IN MY LIFE THAT YOU DECIDED TO COME AND GRACE MY INBOX WITH THIS. BECAUSE THIS IS GLORIOUS.

~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~

Hob has never been more panicked in his entire life than he was when he got the phone call from his babysitter that Robyn wasn't at home. The ensuing fight with Gwen had been quick, vicious, and frustrating. She had understood his need to go after Robyn, of course, but when she found out that Robyn had left to meet this mystery letter person, they'd had a fight over the love letter that Hob still carried in his wallet.

(Why did he carry the letter in his wallet? How long had he had the loopy handwriting memorized, how long had he known every single word, no matter how many times he'd read it....)

Hob had taken Gwen home, and had accepted her demand to delete her number from his phone and hauled ass to the airport, purchasing a ticket the second he hit the counter, racing to the gate in time. The flight was agonizing, and Robyn had clearly turned his phone off, no matter how many times Hob looked at it and begged for his kid to answer one of his dozen or so texts.

~!~

Perhaps Dream should have known that Calliope would not stand to play second fiddle to anyone, even an imaginary man who had no basis or truth in reality. Yet when she'd handed him the ring back with a regretful look, he'd felt nothing but relief. He had no doubt that in another world, they could, perhaps, find happiness together, but every time Dream looked at the Empire State Building... he wondered.

Strange that the sound of a single man's voice had made him decide to abandon all reason. But Robert Gadling (call him Hob, according to his adorable son) had sounded so wistful and so lovely that it had been impossible not to be drawn to the possibility of offering what it was that the man was seeking. No matter that he lived across the entire country and the possibility of him being at the top of the Empire State Building tonight was so unlikely as to be called impossible...

The romantic in him couldn't deny it how much he wanted Hob to be waiting for him there. Even if Dream had no idea what he looked like, or how someone like Robyn would like him, it didn't matter. The possibility of it all was a break in the 'fine' that it seemed had been suffocating him his entire life.

So Dream raced to the Empire State Building, barely making it past the guard, promising a quick look before he left, and ran out onto the observation deck. The sight of no one there, only an empty chill, had his heart sinking, because of course he'd been foolish, of course he had wanted too much, wanted the impossible - when the door opened behind him.

Standing there was a man, with his son, and they were in the middle of an argument.

"I told you no one would be up here, they were closed-"

"But Dad, his letter promised! He promised!"

"I know, but sometimes adults make promises that they can't keep," Hob said, his voice softening, gentling.

Dream stared in shock, because it was impossible not to recognize both of those voices. He'd heard them in his dreams for weeks now, and they likely hadn't seen him because of his all black ensemble. He cleared his throat and stepped into the orange light from the inside.

"I am in the habit of keeping my promises," he offered up, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. He stepped closer, even tough it was clear that they were both in shock. A moment later, Robyn was barreling toward him, and Dream caught the boy against his legs carefully, well aware that Robert Gadling (Hob, Hob, his name was Hob) was watching. "It's a pleasure to meet you Robyn."

"I knew you'd come, Mr. Dream. You promised. You said that everyone needs to have dreams, and how important they are, no matter how fantastical they are!" Robyn said, his face pressed tight to him. "You're perfect for Dad, I just know it."

Dream swallowed down the instinctive disagreement, because he was far from perfect for anyone, and in fact, it was the distinct opposite, where he was often too much. "I think that will be up to your Dad and I to determine, Robyn. But I have you to thank for our meeting." He knelt down, uncaring of he cold granite on his knees and met the warm brown eyes of the boy who loved his father so much, he'd tried to do the impossible.

"No matter what happens, Robyn, never forget how important it is to-"

"Put magic into the world," Hob finished, quoting Dream's letter from memory, meeting the wild blue eyes that sent his heart stuttering all over again. "Because if we do not make our own magic, if we do not rejoice in the magic there is to be had, it will fade away before we even know what we have lost."

Dream's breath caught and he stared at Hob. "You read my letter," he whispered.

"Dad keeps it tucked in his wallet," Robyn stage-whispered. "He's read it so many times when he thought I wasn't looking. I think he needs a little magic."

Dream's lips quirked and he grinned as Hob began to flush, his cheeks growing more and more red by the second. "Does he now?" He reached out and gave Robyn's hands a small squeeze before standing and moving closer to where Robert Gadling was tugging at his ear lobe in embarrassment.

"Hello Robert," Dream breathed, his voice soft. "My name is Morpheus Endless, but I would have you call me Dream."

"Hello Dream," Hob repeated, his voice soft, reverent. He could feel his cheeks were flaming red because the most beautiful man he'd ever seen swayed closer to him. "Call me Hob, please? If that's not too weird?"

Dream nodded. "Hob," he agreed. "You kept my letter?"

Hob nodded and reached out to pull it from his letter, unfolding it carefully. "I, I used to be a medieval professor. No one hand writes letters anymore. But yours was handwritten."

"Of course. It was important," Dream whispered. "It had to be a little bit magical. For the man I fell a little in love with over a radio show."

Hob gasped, his eyes widening. There was a story in the way Dream's chin tilted up, unrepentant, but aware it was too much, that it should be too much. It was a story he very much wanted to discover. He swallowed and looked down at Robyn who was grinning wildly at both of them.

"I think I fell a little in love with you when you turned around to tell Robyn you always keep your promises," Hob admitted, his heart pounding. Pink streaked across Dream's cheekbones and he wanted to chase it with his lips. "But don't you live in New York? We, we don't..."

"As it turns out," Dream said, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I am a children's author who is quite able to work from wherever he likes. So perhaps, I could offer my guest room to you both this evening, and I could visit the west coast soon?"

"Really soon, Mr. Dream?" Robyn asked. "Please?"

Dream winked at Hob and looked down at Robyn. "If I can manage it, I have every intention of flying back on the same flight as both of you. I can't have someone else stealing your father away when I have decided to properly court him, after all."

The noise that escaped his throat was embarrassing, but hearing Dream say that he intended to COURT him was... he wasn't the one who should be COURTED, not when Dream was, was, he was the one who deserved to be courted!

"If he will have me of course," Dream added, meeting Hob's eyes again. "I am perhaps out of practice, but I will do my best."

Hob could see the hesitancy there, the worry, and if he wasn't halfway in love with Dream already from that small declaration, he didn't know himself at all. So instead, he reached out, tangled his hands in the collar of Dream's jacket and pulled him in close. "We can practice together," he breathed against Dream's lips, swallowing his gasp with a soft kiss.

They broke apart to Robyn's loud cheer followed by the pointed clearing of the throat of the elevator bellman. Hob laughed and pressed his forehead against Dream's, holding onto his hand tightly as they made their way to the exit. Perhaps it would end horribly, perhaps it was a dream not meant to last, but...

Dream didn't let go of his hand for the rest of the night.

Or on the flight home.

Or on the car ride back to his house.

Or when he offered the use of his guest room in return for Dream's kindness.

Or, when, three weeks later, he admitted that he had fallen in proper love, and he wanted Dream to stay.

Dream didn't let go, and Hob let himself believe in the magic of happily ever after.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ 9 months to fall in love 21.

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

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

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

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 5,404

warnings/includes (!) mild angst, Oc is feeling very shaken up and emotional (rightly so), mentions of parental death, hospital phobia, sweet confessions 😘

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Seokjin couldn’t remember hightailing it out of the building and getting into his car. Hell, it was a wonder he remembered his keys. All he could think about was getting to you. You all alone in a hospital room. You hated hospitals. He tried to recount the phone call, willing himself to take some deep breaths and calm down. Seokjin prided himself on his crisis-management, but there was no handling this. In fact, ever since you’d come into his life, you’d blown every skill and practise he knew. Thinking rationally right now was impossible. Still, he tried. 

“It was a minor collision.” 

“There’s no need to worry, Mr. Kim.” 

“There are no serious injuries. Both your wife and baby are doing fine.” 

The phone call was meant to ease his worries, but the more he heard the woman’s words in his head, the more panicked he felt. He felt helpless. Why had he suggested that you go home early? You could have stayed at his office. You could have gone home together. Safe. Instead, he’d sent you off in a doomed taxi. Anything could’ve happened to you or Sarang. To both of you. It didn’t bear thinking about. He felt sick, stomach roiling and roiling. This car journey was taking forever, making him feel even more useless. 

At what must have been the tenth red light, he yelled loudly and crashed his hand against the steering wheel, his horn blaring. A few pedestrians shot him wary looks, hurrying across the road. Others were annoyed, cursing at him, but Seokjin didn’t care. All he cared about was getting to you. 

Finally arriving at the hospital, he barely parked his car correctly, jumping out and rushing for reception. He heard the man at the desk tell him what floor you were on, what room, without really hearing him at all. The elevator was infuriatingly slow, and he was almost pushing the doors open when it finally arrived. He hurried down the corridor, thinking about how he hadn’t even told you he loved you yet. He’d felt it for so long, but something held him back from saying the words out loud. At one point in time it had been too soon, but now he didn’t understand what it was. Whatever the reason, it seemed foolish now. 

He burst through the door. You were sat up in the bed, your phone in your lap, but you’d heard him, the relief on your face instant. He rushed towards you, wrapping you into a hug. “Thank God you’re all right,” he breathed, squeezing tight. He felt you relax against him, shaking, and your fingers dug into his back, holding him just as close. 

Suddenly he registered how hard he was embracing you and pulled back. Was he hurting you? Were you in pain? He gently stroked your face with his fingers, noticing a small cut just below your left eye. He was trembling too. 

“What happened? God—,” He hugged you again, not in control of his own body. “I don’t know what I would have—” done if I’d lost you, he wanted to confess, but stopped, overcome with emotion. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and tried to think of something else to say. Something collected. He needed to be calm for your sake. You needed him to be there for you, composed and in control. Not the panicky, fuzzy mess he felt like inside. 

Your eyes were filled with fright as you stared at him. His heart broke. “Seokjin—” 

He spoke over you, the concern overwhelming him. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t feel strange?” 

You didn’t reply straight away, a small crease slowly forming between your eyebrows. “I’m fine,” you finally managed, a hand falling to your bump. “So is Sarang.” 

Seokjin blinked. There was something off about the tone of your voice, steely. Your jaw was clenched, he noticed. You must have been in pain, but he shouldn’t press it. He stroked a hand through your hair and kissed the top of your head. “Good.” 

Again, he couldn’t imagine the alternative. Losing you and Sarang would have killed him. 

He couldn’t help himself and hugged you once more at the thought, but this time you didn’t reciprocate, still clutching your belly protectively. He pulled back unsurely, placing his hand over yours. “What’s wrong? Are you sure everything’s fine? Should I—” 

Get a doctor, he was about to say, but just at that moment, the door opened and in one entered. 

“What happened?” Seokjin heard himself demand immediately. He was perched on the bed but moved to the chair beside it, not wanting to crowd you. 

“Mr. Kim,” he began carefully, as doctors did. For some reason, it irritated Seokjin to no end right now. Before he could continue however, you spoke up. 

“Someone went into the side of the taxi.” 

Seokjin’s heart clenched and he went to reach for one of your hands, but by now both were over your stomach, almost as if you were guarding your daughter. 

“Everything is fine,” the doctor reassured. “Your wife has been thoroughly checked over. There’s a small cut caused by her fingernail, and she’s slightly sore, but that shall dissipate in a few days – a week at the most. The baby is healthy too. Her heartbeat is strong, and we’ve checked for signs of placental abruption. However…” 

Seokjin felt bile rise in his throat at the word. 

“Considering you’re so heavily pregnant, ____,” the doctor continued, addressing you now. “I want you to stay the night. It’s only a precaution – you and your baby are healthy – but it’s best to be safe. Is that all right?” 

Seokjin noticed how tense you’d gotten, your nod of agreement wooden. When the doctor left, he was immediately over you again, worried hands stroking through your hair, down your arms. He might be being dramatic, his emotions heightened, but it felt as though he’d come this close to losing you and Sarang. “Do you want me to ask if I can stay with you?” 

“No, it’s all right. I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” he pressed anxiously. “I know how much you hate—” 

“I said I’m fine, Seokjin,” you gritted out, shoulders stiff. “And will you stop fussing!” 

Seokjin’s hands froze at your raised voice, realising he was fluffing up the pillows behind your back. “Sorry.” Was he being too much? He felt like he was, but this situation felt so out of his control, he couldn’t help it. 

“I need to call my dad and let him know,” you muttered, phone in your hand. 

“Do you want me to do it?” he asked, watching you hesitate before slowly nodding your head. 

“Thanks.” 

He stepped out of the room, running an uneasy hand through his hair. Something was wrong, or correction, he’d done something wrong. He just didn’t know what. He wracked his brain, feeling like an asshole. If he’d upset you, he should know why. You’d looked so relieved when he burst into the room, you’d hugged him tightly, and then he couldn’t really remember much of what he’d said. His mind felt foggy, had since the phone call, and he was still shaking. 

Maybe he was looking too much into it. Maybe he was being overly sensitive, anxious. You’d been through something traumatic, no wonder you weren’t yourself and seemed so withdrawn. Seokjin coddling you was probably making things worse. 

With a shaky sigh, he composed himself, needing to call your father and let him know what had happened. 

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Your dad and Yeonja wanted to drive down immediately once they heard the news. Seokjin managed to convince them not to. They lived over an hour away and by the time they arrived it would be late. Besides, everything was fine, there was no need to be worried sick. Thank God. But you didn’t feel fine. Not emotionally anyway. It didn’t help that you and Seokjin had barely spoken a few words since he’d arrived. He’d given up trying in the end, casting cautious glances your way every now and then, which only aggravated you further. He really had no clue why you were so upset with him. The dejected look on his face wasn’t going to make you feel guilty. It wasn’t. 

When the silence started to become unbearable, Yuna ended up saving the day. You’d told her to stay home too, but as always, she didn’t listen. You didn’t even know how she’d managed a visit at such a late hour, but here she was. You felt oddly emotional when she hugged you, once again remembering how the accident could have been much, much worse. It still didn’t feel real. 

Seokjin left soon after that. That careful look still in his eyes, only now it was tinged with reluctance. He didn’t want to leave you. The thought made your throat thicken, and for a moment you wanted to grab hold of his hand and ask him to stay, but then the hurt crept in again, stubbornness soon following. 

“I’ll see you in the morning, okay?” he murmured, stroking the back of your head. You were getting discharged first thing. 

“Okay,” you nodded, turning your head so the kiss he’d aimed for your lips slid across your cheek. You felt his hand stop its motions, surprised. He straightened up and you could sense him staring at you a moment or two before he turned to say his goodbyes to Yuna. You thought you might start to relax when you heard the door close with his departure, but you were still as stiff as ever. 

“Okay. What was that?” 

Your back went poker straight at Yuna’s question, which hurt like hell because your shoulders ached. “What was what?” you asked defensively. 

Yuna stared at you from where she was sat across the room. “The cold shoulder I just witnessed. Did you guys argue?” 

You were surprised she hadn’t picked up on the atmosphere already, but maybe she’d put the taut silence down to the shock of the accident. “No. He just—I just,” you took a deep breath, unsure where you were going with this. “When he got here he was only worried about me.” 

“Of course he was worried about you. You were in a car accident,” she said, which sounded a lot like are you stupid?

“No. I mean: only me. He didn’t ask about Sarang.” 

Yuna still wasn’t getting it, her brow pinched. “You do realise you two come as a package deal right now, right?” 

“Yuna.” 

Your sharp tone seemed to clarify things for her, her gaze growing concerned. “You’re really upset about this.” 

And just like that you started crying.  

You hadn’t cried at all since the taxi got hit, but now every emotion you’d been suppressing – no, controlling, seemed to break free. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Yuna was saying, rushing towards you. “What’s with the tears?” She perched on the side of the bed, her arm wrapping around you. 

“This is what I get,” you croaked, voice wrenching upward at the last word. You sniffed against her shoulder. “I kept saying how over this pregnancy I was. How eager I was for it to end.” Not a few hours ago you’d said exactly that to Yoongi. 

“Hang on. You think this is some kind of karma?” When you didn’t reply, Yuna squeezed you gently. “____, you realise how ridiculous that sounds?” 

“I know,” you agreed, voice quivering. “But I just kept thinking while they were checking me over, if anything happens to her it’ll be my fault.” 

You could physically feel Yuna shaking her head. “Listen to me,” she practically implored. “It wouldn’t have been your fault. It wasn’t your fault.” Then, with a mutter, she added, “It was that asshole who can’t drive’s fault.” 

“It was an accident,” you said quietly. You couldn’t find it in you to blame the middle-aged man who’d been driving the car that hit you. He’d stayed and called the emergency services, ashen faced and apologising profusely. He’d been completely compliant, breathalysed by the cops, answered every single question and more. The taxi driver had a sprained wrist. You were a little sore and had a cut on your face, but you were safe and so was Sarang. 

Sometimes these things just happened, which was ironic for you to conclude seeing as you were blaming yourself for putting your daughter at risk. You knew that, understood that, yet you couldn’t stop it. 

“It would have been on me if something had happened,” you heard yourself confess. “I’m the one carrying her.” She was your responsibility. “But Seokjin only seemed to care about how I was doing.” And he didn’t seem to blame you like you blamed yourself. Maybe that was the issue….

“I seriously doubt that,” Yuna reasoned. “He loves you both so much. You only have to take one look at him to see that.” You didn’t say anything, guilt creeping in. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding, babe,” she continued. “When people are upset they find it hard to articulate their words. It would be Seokjin’s worst nightmare if anything happened to the both of you, and for a moment, however small, he probably thought it had.” 

You recalled the look on his face when he surged through the door. You had never seen him so panicked. How tight he’d held you; how much he’d been shaking. 

Yuna stroked up and down your arm. “This was a horrible thing to happen, and I know everything is fine, but it’s still frightening. You’re shaken up, but cut him some slack and maybe don’t put words in his mouth.” You snorted, it was half-assed, you couldn’t think to laugh right now, even if Yuna was not-so-subtly telling you off. She wasn’t done either. “—And if you want him to blame you, then that’s just stupid, ____. I’m sorry, I should be being nice to you right now, but I also need to be honest.” 

You lifted your head, rubbed your cheeks dry. “You’re right.” 

Yuna smiled and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was getting late, and they wouldn’t let her stay much longer, despite how they’d let her in at all. She gave you one last hug. “Love you lots. Try to get some sleep tonight,” she told you, eyes filled with worry, before they narrowed, turning darker with warning. “And talk to Seokjin in the morning.” 

She was totally flabbergasted when you nodded and told her you loved her too. 

Despite feeling like you wanted to sleep for an entire day—no, an entire week, you managed virtually nothing. It didn’t come as a surprise. The buzzing silence inside the hospital only heightened the anxious weight pressing down on your chest. The chemical smell making you nauseated. At some point you knew you’d have to work through your fear, but every time you closed your eyes, you saw your mom. Her unconscious and hooked up to machines, barely clinging to life. Your worst memories were at a hospital, and being here only made you miss her more. You wished she was still here to see how your life had turned out. To meet her granddaughter. 

At the thought of Sarang, your heart ached, imagining what could have happened if the accident had been worse. How you would have lived with yourself. You knew you shouldn’t get stuck on that. It wasn’t healthy, and the last thing you needed right now was more worry. You needed to concentrate on the good. How lucky you had been even if you felt like the unluckiest person in the world.

You had your health; you had your baby; you had Seokjin. You felt guilt roil through you. This was the first night spent apart in God knows how long, and you’d parted in the worst possible way. How could you doubt him? You were appalled with yourself. You’d acted irrationally and pushed him away because you were scared and blaming yourself. It was a regression, when you’d worked so hard to change such a behaviour. But maybe that’s what fear did…

You were happy to feel Sarang move about inside you. She was keeping you company and reminding you that she was perfectly fine. Her mom on the other hand…

The next morning you felt like death warmed up, and couldn’t wait to go home and shower, then promptly fall asleep in your own bed. But first you needed to speak to Seokjin. He arrived just before 9am, but the look on his face immediately clogged the apology you’d been rehearsing for the past two hours. His expression was guarded, and he barely made eye contact with you. Any talking you did was required. He was distant and subdued. This time there was no hug or kiss and you felt even more terrible. Terrible for hurting him and terrible for feeling hurt that he wasn’t giving you those things. What did you expect? You’d turned away from him last night. 

After you’d changed into the clothes he’d brought you, and the prolonged silence had become completely unbearable, you forced your mouth to work. “Seokjin, I’m—” You were interrupted by a hesitant knock at the door. 

“Yes?” Seokjin answered, sat underneath the TV on the wall. To your surprise, when the door opened, the taxi driver from last night was stood there holding a bunch of flowers. 

“I hope you don’t mind me intruding,” he said, tone uncertain as he held up the bouquet. “I, uh, I came to bring you these.” 

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Seokjin helped you out of the car and took the flowers from you. As you both walked up to the front of the house, your neighbour appeared from theirs, greeting you with a friendly hello. You tried your best to match their energy, but by now you were running on empty. Your shoulders ached from impact and exhaustion. You followed Seokjin inside and slid off your shoes. The familiar smell of your home made you feel marginally better. 

“I’ll put these in water,” Seokjin muttered, rushing off towards the kitchen, escaping you it felt like. 

The taxi driver – Dal – had been filled with guilt all night and wanted to apologise. You and Seokjin repeatedly assured him there was nothing to be sorry about, he wasn’t to blame, and you silently told yourself to take heed of your own words. Except, you did have something to be sorry about, yet you still hadn’t had a chance to say the words to Seokjin. You’d been interrupted at the hospital, and the entire car ride had been such an anxious affair for you, you hadn’t been able to speak. Seokjin was always a careful driver, but he seemed to drive slower today, as if he was aware being back inside a vehicle would be frightening for you. And now, as soon as you’d gotten inside, he was disappearing. 

You couldn’t tell whether he was angry at you (rightly so) or if he still thought you were angry at him and was giving you space. You followed him into the kitchen, I’m sorry on the tip of your tongue, but when he looked up and saw you, his eyes widened. “____, go and shower, then try to get some sleep.” 

“I will, I just—” 

“I’ve got this,” he said softly, gesturing to the flowers. “You must be exhausted.” 

You were exhausted, and you knew he could tell that by your face. Under your eyes were dark and puffy from lack of sleep. When Seokjin turned his back to you, starting to snip away at the stems, you gave up. He obviously didn’t want to have this conversation right now, more concerned about you resting. Or he just didn’t want to have the conversation, period. You didn’t really blame him. 

With a resigned sigh, you made your way to the bedroom. You knew he wasn’t going to work today, he’d told you last night, so you’d have time to talk things through after your nap. It would have to wait. Despite everything that had happened in the last 14 hours or so, the hot shower did you good. It relieved practically all the tension in your shoulders and eased your sore muscles. As soon as you got into bed you fell asleep. The size of your stomach not an issue for once. 

You awoke several hours later, not quite refreshed, but feeling more human again. Now that you were out of the hospital, you could put the traumatic incident behind you. You were going to give birth in a few weeks, you had more important things to think about. Rising eventually, you shrugged on your robe over your pyjamas– a fluffy, lilac one that Seokjin had bought you because you kept stealing his – and made your way downstairs, into the main living area. It was 5pm you noticed when you switched on the television, Seokjin must be in his office where you guessed he’d been all day. You were absently watching the news, wondering if you should interrupt him, when the doorbell echoed through the house. You struggled out of the sofa, half expecting a distressed Yeonja to be waiting outside. When you finally made it out of the living room, Seokjin was exiting the kitchen in front of you, beating you to the door. When he noticed you, he looked surprised. 

“You’re awake?” 

You nodded. “I didn’t know you were in the kitchen.” 

When he opened the door, you were surprised to see Namjoon. Or at least the outline of him. Seokjin had kindly let him know what had happened after the call with your father. You’d gotten a text from him last night, but you hadn’t been expecting a visit too. Or for him to be balancing five Tupperware boxes in his hands (held against his chest), the largest bunch of flowers you’d ever seen (under his arm), three gift bags (hanging off a wrist), and a balloon – which bizarrely read ‘We will miss you’ in cursive. Everyone at work did realise you’d escaped the car accident unscathed, right?? 

“____, are you okay?” he asked, something like a demand and concern rolled into one. 

“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Honestly.” You appraised him curiously. “What’s all this?” 

“Uh, well…” he started, attempting to readjust the wobbly Tupperware. Seokjin stepped forward, taking them from him. “Thanks, man—We’d planned a little farewell—temporary farewell—party for you today, but considering the circumstances…” 

“Oh.” That explained the balloon. “That’s so sweet of everyone. Thank them for me?” You’d had no idea and felt disappointed that you’d missed it. You’d missed your last day before maternity leave started. 

“Of course.” Namjoon’s gaze was intense, a little frown between his eyebrows. “Everyone was so worried. Yeeun wanted to come with me but I didn’t want to overwhelm you. Should you be standing?” 

“I can, but I’d rather be sitting,” you laughed, jerking your hand for him to follow you. “Come on.”

“I’ll refrigerate these,” Seokjin said, holding up the leftover food. “Do you want something to drink?” 

“I won’t stay long,” Namjoon shook his head. 

Seokjin’s eyes flicked to you, deep with concern. “Angel?” 

You felt your heart lift at the name and smiled at him. “Water would be nice, thank you.” You hadn’t eaten or drunk anything since this morning. He nodded and stopped to take the flowers from Namjoon too. 

As Namjoon followed you into the living room, you had to bat away the balloon with a laugh. It felt good to laugh again. When Seokjin entered with your water, you were sat on the sofa next to Namjoon. Seokjin perched on the arm of the chair opposite. He seemed relaxed in himself, but his smile and quiet laughter didn’t reach his eyes every time he or Namjoon joked lightly about something or other. Namjoon only stayed for a little while, not wanting to encroach on your rest, and with a hug goodbye for you and a promise to see you soon, Seokjin saw him out. 

You half expected Seokjin to go back to the kitchen, as you could now smell something cooking away, but a few moments later he came back to you. He was wearing a green cashmere sweater today and worn jeans, and his dark hair flopped over his forehead – always making him appear boyish. 

“I was in the middle of making dinner,” he explained, then tried a smile. “Although, it looks like we’ll have enough food until next week with what Namjoon brought over. What would you prefer—” 

“Seokjin, will you sit for a minute?” you interrupted, tapping the recently vacated seat next to you. 

“Of course. Is everything okay?” He studied you hesitantly, coming to sit, and you fought the urge to reach out for him. 

“Yes. That nap was very well needed. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” 

Seokjin didn’t look happy at that, one corner of his mouth turning down. He swept the hair out of his eyes, and you couldn’t stop it any longer, you needed to feel him. Resting your head against his shoulder you took in his scent, feeling better already. How had you been so mad at him? It seemed silly now. He relaxed after a moment, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and squeezing you softly. It was scary to think you might never have been able to be in his arms again if things had turned out differently yesterday. Things could have turned out worse, much worse. As if sensing your thoughts, Seokjin kissed the top of your head, his following exhale shaky. You craned a look up at him, your neck aching slightly but you ignored it. He gently traced the cut on your cheekbone with the pad of his finger, brown furrowing slightly with consternation. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I was being unfair last night.”

You felt him stiffen, his fingers flexing before he cupped your jaw. “No, it’s fine. You had a fright.” 

“So did you. And it’s not fine. I know I hurt you.” 

He stared into your eyes a moment, then nodded. “I just… I’m a bit confused by what I was meant to have done.” His hand dropped from your face and he stared ahead, looking at the TV but not watching it. “I couldn’t sleep, wondering, but I think—I’m assuming—it’s because I didn’t mention Sarang last night.” 

You hated the thought of him tormenting himself all alone. “You didn’t do anything. I was blaming myself for the accident and I just kept thinking what if something had happened to our daughter. I was mad at myself.” 

Seokjin looked over at you incredulously. “But you shouldn’t have been—,” 

“I know. I was being ridiculous. But when you came bursting in, worried and asking how I was, I just… Maybe I wanted you to blame me too. Or maybe I just couldn’t understand why she wasn’t your sole concern.” You shrugged, unsure what you’d been thinking really and feeling terrible about it. “I don’t know.” 

“____, you are both my sole concern.” He sounded frustrated. Then softer, he murmured, “You both mean so much to me. Receiving that phone call was the worst moment of my life. I knew everything was all right, I was trying to reassure myself the entire way to the hospital, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about what I would do if something ever happened to you and Sarang.” Shaking his head, he stared down at his lap. “I put you in that taxi. Me. How would I live?” 

Hearing him say that felt as if your heart was physically being torn out. You blinked back tears and wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t think like that. Everything is okay now.” 

He nodded against your throat, then pulled back slightly to hold your face in his hands, eyes glassy. “You two are the most important thing in my life. I’m sorry I made it seem that I was only concerned about you last night but that wasn’t the case. At all.” 

“I know,” you whispered. It hurt you knowing he felt the need to apologise. “I’m sorry for ever doubting you. I was upset and took it out on you.” 

“It would kill me if I lost either one of you.” Seokjin’s voice trembled, and for one awful moment you thought he was going to cry. You’d never seen him cry before and you never wanted to. 

You kissed his mouth gently, absorbing the feel of him. “You won’t. Nothing is going to happen to us.” 

“I was so scared,” he admitted quietly against your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist, pressing as tight as he could without squashing your stomach. “I don’t want to keep you out of my sight.” 

You tried to make a joke, mouth quirking lamely. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.” 

He didn’t laugh, just stared at you seriously. “I’m going to tell you something.” He wet his mouth, “and you might not want to hear it yet, but I need to tell you.” He sounded desperate. “I should have told you months ago but I—I didn’t want to—” 

“Seokjin,” you muttered, suddenly nervous. What was wrong?” 

He stroked up your back once, the warmth of his hands burning through your layers of clothing somehow. “I love you.” 

Your eyes widened. He kissed your mouth, breath unsteady.  “I love you,” he repeated, pressing his forehead against yours. His hands moved down and around, holding your bump. “I love you and Sarang so much.” 

You managed to swallow the lump of emotion lodged in your throat. Subconsciously, you already knew this, but hearing him say the words out loud made you realise how much you’d needed them. You needed to say it back, for him too, but a beeping started to fill the room, interrupting you. It was a phone. His phone, muffled inside his jeans pocket it sounded like. An alarm for dinner, you concluded hazily. 

Seokjin swallowed, sobering up instantly. “I need to check that.” 

He stopped holding you and got up from the sofa. You watched him leave, simply staring at the door in disbelief for a minute or so. What had just happened? Finally coming to your senses, you rushed after him, finding him in the kitchen with his back turned to you, preparing vegetables. You could hear the rhythmic chopping against the cutting board. 

He knew you were there, watching him, because you saw his shoulders tense. As you stepped closer, you noticed the hand that was cutting the bell peppers was shaking slightly. You closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him from behind. “Why did you think I might not want to hear that?” you asked quietly. 

He paused and placed the knife down, simply staring at the countertop. “I don’t know,” he admitted haltingly. 

“I love you too, Seokjin.” You felt him relax. “You know I do, don’t you?” 

You hated to think he’d been holding back because he thought you didn’t share his feelings. When you’d been so certain of his…

“I… Yes.” He cleared his throat, insecurity seeping into his next words. “But there was a part of me…” 

“How couldn’t I?” Your laughter was soft, barely there, but inside you were hurting for him. How come he couldn’t realise how great he was? “You’re…you.” 

You let him go when he started to turn around and face you. “I don’t know what that means,” he said, but there was a small smile playing on his lips. You stepped towards him, as far as you could, and circled your arms around his neck. He brought his to your waist, and kissed you like he couldn’t help it. 

“Well, you should,” you told him. “You’re so good to me.” Your hands slipped through his hair, down a little to hold his face. “You’re just good, and I feel really lucky to have you.” Sarang chose that moment to chime in too, jabbing you, and in the process, Seokjin as well. “That’s her telling you she loves you too.” 

He laughed; a beautiful, rolling sound that sounded completely happy and at ease. Listening to it made your heart swell. 

“You are everything to me and her. I love you,” you whispered, kissing him and feeling him melt against you. 

It was the best feeling in the world. 

Written 2022 - 2023. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2023

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aside from Lesbian Reasons™︎ (understandable.), what is it about esme that makes you adore her so?

Ooooooh boy I am SO glad you asked

Okay, so first off I just think she's fun. Like, obviously a terrible person, but a fascinating character—the show kind of did her dirty in some regards, but if we go off the books, she's definitely one of the most competent adults, and yet no one actually seems to acknowledge it?

Like, especially in terms of the fandom, people CONSTANTLY underestimate her as a character, but I'm so intrigued by her. We're introduced to her as just another terrible guardian; selfish, arrogant, frivolous. Not a terrible person, but not a good one, either. She cares more about trends and appearances than the lives of children, but there doesn't seem to be any real malice in it. And then the children tell her everything; they've discovered a good portion of her and Olaf's plan, and if it were Olaf confronted with this information, he would have become immediately violent and panicked. He probably would have lashed out, grabbing a child (most likely Sunny) and threatening them to get them to fall in line. Not Esmé, though. She stays perfectly calm, perfectly in-character. She guides the children outside, reassures them, and switches at the last minute, pushing them into a pre-prepared trap. The children—very intelligent, notorious for seeing through disguises—had no idea until they were falling however many feet to their presumed deaths.

Then, even more fascinating, she fools them again. Sure, you can argue the kids didn't interact all that much with officer Luciana, but when Olaf "disguises" himself, it takes them all of two seconds to clock him. Even Fernald is better at disguises than the supposed actor! But Esmé talks to them, has a whole scene in the court, and they have no idea. If I remember rightly, even when Olaf shows up, it's not until the end of the book that they actually clock her. And yet everyone pretends she's the incompetent member of VFD!

Then of course there's the rivalry with Beatrice. We know Esmé tried to save Olaf's parents, and yet Esmé's the villain and Beatrice is the hero (another gorgeous demonstration of the grey-morality typical throughout the entire series). But do we get any explanation? Kit specifically had to get past Esmé to give Beatrice the darts—why? It implies that Esmé was not only aware of what was going on, but actively trying to stop it—did she tell Olaf? Did he not believe her? Did she try anyway, knowing what the deaths of his parents would do to him? (I have my own personal answers to all of these questions, and a long-ago thought up fic plot to explore them, but that's another story). And why was there a tunnel connecting the Baudelaire mansion to the penthouse? In the books, it isn't even a network of tunnels; it's all but stated it was a direct route! Why? Why was Esmé so intent on getting that penthouse? Why didn't she use the tunnel? Or did she? When? And what for?

There are just so many curious elements to her character that I LOVE to think about, and mentally expand upon—but also the lesbian reasons, of course

[orangewisteria]

GIV ME SCOTT X MALE READER HCS NOW OR I WILL CRY!!?!!?

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-> i know for a fucking FACT that Scott is surpsied

-> Hes never thought about having a boyfriend or having a crush on a fellow male

-> He was rasied to like girls and all that shizam

-> So hes kinda freaking out and being an internal homophobe :(

-> Hes telling himself that hes broken or that hes got something wrong with him cause he likes a male

-> hes baby ok

-> but once he comes to terms with it he feels so fuckign flustered

-> hes lbushing around you and stuttering slightly

-> hes trying to act all cool but hes failing miserable

-> its so obivous that hes cruching

-> withing a week of him crushing on you hes askign you out

-> he cant stand the fact that his brain his making him think that someone else is going to get you first

-> hes got nightmares abiout it

-> he tried so so so hard to make it rose petals and candles romantic

-> it fails

-> BIG time

-> the flower petals were set a flame by the candles and the candles were almost out by the time he got you out to the spot he was asking you out

-> the poor boy was so embarrassed and heart broken when he saw it

-> please for the love of all that is unholy

-> reassure him its ok and that you still love him despite this confession being ruined

-> hes crying tears of joy as you tell him your love for him

-> hes sobbing intoy our chest and holding you clsoe

-> although that night hes up terrified about what his paresnt specfically his dad, woudl say baout his relationship

-> hes panicking ten fold that morning while running on adrenaline and paranoia

-> once you were able to calm him down hes falling asleep on your lap

-> he gives two shits about what anyone says cause goddammit is he tired as hell

-> hes snuggling into your hsoudler and having the sqeetest dreams you culd thing of

-> its so cute

-> hes got a little drool too cause come on

-> its scott

-> hes clingign to you like a koala

-> his arms wrapped around you rightly while his legs twisted around your waist, no sign of letting go any time soon

-> do you know how much he loves nose kisses?

-> he loves them

-> he loves givving them

-> he loves reciving them

-> the way his face scrunches up makes him feel all embarrased

-> and the way he can feel your brethe on his face as you pull away

-> your eyes locked with his as you kiss his nose

-> omg hes blsuhig brigth red

-> and when he blushed his freckles show even more

-> on the inside hes fucking begging you to connect his freckles like in some cheesy romance book or show

-> he loves all that cheesy shit

-> its his jam

-> he loves when you trave shapes on his shoudlers, back, and neck as well

-> hes got freckles almost everywhere on his body

-> specifically his back, sholders, neck, and face (as stated before)

-> hes just

-> hes falling in love even more and it makes him feel all fuzzy and warm and his knees are weak

-> kiss him on his neck, middle of his shoulder blades or throat

-> hes falling to his knees and trying not to turn into a puddle right then and there

-> theyre his soft spots

-> the most sensitive pieces of skin he has

-> run your hands through his hair

-> whisper sweet nothings to him as you tow cuddles

-> hes melting then and there in your arms and never waking up again

-> he wants those kind of moments to lst foreer

-> hes an affectionate starved boy who needs to be held

-> by the man he loves <3

-> if you want more you can ask for specific headcanons if you want :3

[xxtc-96xx]

I was a bit confused by Huey's reaction to his mother getting stabbed as I felt he'd be more panicked for her life, then I realized that (unless I'm remembering wrong) Huey's never been taught the severity / reality of death. IIRC, he's never been confronted with actual death, right? Or I'm way off and he just knows that his mom is tough and she won't die just from that stab. XD

I don't think anyone would really know how to react to their parent getting stabbed in front of them, but I would say Huey is rightly panicked

[alexandraisyes]

How did you feel when Lunar killed Eclipse? Do you think he was justified in killing Eclipse? Also what do you think about Gemini and Earth reactions to Lunar killing Eclipse?

How I felt then and how I feel now are probably two different things.

Yeah alright. So when that episode came out I was mostly infuriated at the thought that my three months of pointing at Ruin for bringing Eclipse back (literally since Eclipse came back) could have been wasted. Because I knew I was right, I was so fucking sure (and as with anything I'm so sure about I was indeed correct) and it looked like he might have been slipping through our fingers at that moment.

I don't think there's any justice in murder, no matter the reason. There's an internal sense of self-righteousness, but overall karma will befall our enemies and it is not our place to take those matters directly into our bloodstained hands. Especially when you're lashing out at someone for being like someone else, knowing that they are not the same person.

Gemini was pissed, rightly so, but not for any moral reasons. Which I suppose is understandable, they are not moral beings. They're gods. However, I think it did show the clear divide between us (Lunar) and them (The Astrals). They're not expected to conform to mortal standards, and so they didn't care about why Lunar was panicking and took no time to consider his emotions since those are beneath them. This is a large part of why they will forever be incompatible at a base level. Lunar needs someone who is willing to learn about things like morals, and customs, and emotions. Not just "earth trivialities". He's a pet to them, a cute one that they like very much, but he's not on their level and he's bogged down with "frivolous" things like morality and anxiety and emotions that they have made it clear they are above.

Earth was upset for all the right reasons, on the other hand. And I wouldn't have blamed her if she had decided she needed a lonnng vacation from shit. I think it's telling of her need to be still considered as useful and her caretaker complex that she stuck around and the first chance she got she was therapizing Lunar. She needs to be useful, she needs to be able to handle her family's outbursts and anger with a steady head. She needs to be able to put them above herself. Not because they expect her to, but because it's what she was raised with. It's what she expects of herself because it's what the creator expected of her first. She needs to be compliant, and obedient, and a good daughter sister.

[fllavmur]

i ate too much at lunch, had seconds and everything. and to make things worse, when i was leaving the house i felt like it and i dont know why i have no idea why this happened. i ate 3 small lemon cakes one after the other as if there was no tomorrow and i broke my most precious goal of not eating chocolate. i hadnt eaten it for three months. i completely lost it and tried to get it all out in an act of desperation. i had tried before but it never worked. i tried and tried until when my father left to start the car I went to the kitchen to drink a glass of salt to see if i could get it out (i had never done that before either). right after i tried again and managed to get some of it out but it was almost nothing. since i had to leave, i left the house shaking and my father saw me and asked if i was okay and i said i was just nauseous so he sent me back home. i almost ran to try again in the hope that this time i could get something out. it was from there that things got worse.

my parents kept asking me why i was doing this and everything, but i didnt answer anything. they stayed like this for almost an hour. until my father went to get the scales and put them on the floor and asked me to weigh myself, i panicked. i was already crying, but then it got worse. he kept asking me if i thought i was fat.

after a long time, they left me and i stayed in bed for the rest of the day. until recently, my mother showed up here wanting to talk. very serious and saying things that i already know. and she brought me a peeled apple. i know that soon the apple will be in the toilet. imagine eating more. for almost a month, i never went over 700 calories a day. if it were more than 400, i would cry, and rightly so. i shouldn't even go over 200. i prominently lost weight to 49 kg, but with this, im going to go back up again without a doubt. i want to die now. how can i continue living if i wake up every day with this body?

[zeddimusprime]

Trans Man Noah Diaz

The first time I saw Rise of the Beasts, I read Noah as a Trans Man, and that headcanon just solidified after my second viewing.

I’ll get the heavy reasons out of the way first, and work down to the most silly ones.

The section that was here before has been removed, because I was overstepping and someone rightly called me out on it. However. I’m not going to lie and pretend I didn’t do what I did. I deleted the comment that called me out because it made me feel bad, I panicked, and deleted it to save my own ego. It was wrong, it was cowardly, it was fucked up, and I shouldn’t have done it.

I truly am sorry, and have spent the last day sitting with myself until I stopped trying to excuse my behavior and just acknowledged what I did. I am not asking for forgiveness, I can only try going forward to be the kind of person deserving of it.

For now, I’m taking a break from this blog, leaving it on a queue, and I won’t be posting here for a while. Even though that isn’t the kind of person I want to be, I need to reckon with the fact that that is the kind of person I am. I’m sorry, once again.

1994 was also the year Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was put into place, which, for those too young to remember, was basically a policy allowing queer and trans people to serve in the military so long as they remained closeted, and prohibited superiors from forcibly outing them. Given that we’re never actually told in the film why Noah was discharged, it’s not unreasonable to think that it may have been because he got found out as trans.

The part that’s particularly personal for me is his relationship with Kris. I’ve also got a little brother that’s quite a bit younger than me, and I acted as an extra parent to him, practically raised him since we were both latchkey kids, and yeah, there’s no doubt in my mind that I’d face the apocalypse head on if it meant keeping him safe. All that to say, it’s comforting to think that Noah’s identity as a man is inseparable from his identity as a Big Brother, the way it is for me.

Most of my other reasons are less serious:

Noah wears a lot of layers and baggy clothes on his upper half, which yes, was part of 90s fashion, but it’s also how I dressed for most of my life, even before I realized I was trans.

Noah is also non-toxically masculine in a way that’s not unheard of but also not as common for men, especially service members, of that time period. Again, there may very well be a cultural component I’m missing here, let me know if there is, but this is just something I related to as a Guy Who Wasn’t Raised As One.

This last one’s kinda silly, but I’m a Car Guy, and one of the most gender euphoria inducing things I can do is work on my car. There’s few things that make me feel like Man quite like sweat on my brow and grease on my hands and a purring engine from a job well done. So for Noah to not only be a tech wiz but specifically a Mechanic? That was the thing that really sold me on this headcanon. (And that’s not even getting into the very fun implications of Noah being the one to repair Mirage, to get to know him so intimately, literally inside and out. Very nice.)

(I also love the idea that rather than being weirded out or taken aback at first like he is in some fics, Noah would be kinda weirdly affirmed to find out that not only does Mirage have some of roughly the same *equipment* while still being treated as and being a Mech, but his setup is the norm for Cybertronians. I can so picture Noah anxiously telling Mirage about his situation when they finally get together only for Mirage to be like “you mean other human mechs don’t have a 🐈??? Like, most humans only have one or the other?????”)

[candle-lamp]

Rereading SBG and writing what I notice: Episode 21-30:

- Logan tearing up while the phantom grabs Ashlyn

- phantom taking a knee to the face dang

- how heavy are the phantoms bc Aiden was able to fully lift one over himself, either they’re really light or he’s stronger than I thought

- if that phantom had better aim Logan would be very dead

- Tyler checking on Logan

- Ashlyn actually managed to calm Logan down

- Taylor catching Logan before he fell

- Taylor suggesting they experiment with the body

- the phantoms’ bodies being goop raises some interesting questions about what they actually are

- Taylor asking if Logan is okay

- when exposed to light, the phantom gained several eyes that look much more human than their normal ones

- who’s jacket is Logan wearing?

- everyone wanted to go to Savannah and never thought about transportation (average teenager thought process lol)

- Ashlyn is really short compared to the others, which makes sense for dance

- goofy phantom climbing barbed wire

- Taylor telling Ben it was a good idea

- wonder how much Aiden’s allowance is?

- Ashlyn used Aiden’s knife to cut her hair

- Aiden’s parents were gone for months????

- Tyler said he was wondering where Logan was

- Aiden calling Ben “bud”

- Taylor keeping a hand on Logan’s shoulder (she seems to do that a lot when comforting people)

- Tyler calling Aiden “psycho” and Ben “big guy”

- Mr. Thomas noticing Ashlyn’s shadow

- Ashlyn telling Aiden to let go of her hair or she’ll break his arm (I believe her)

- when Aiden tells them not to share Ben’s past, it’s the first time we see him get serious

- we learn the name of the kid who hurt Ben (Shane), I wonder if he’s gonna show up later in the comic?

- I totally forgot Ben’s house got attacked holy crap

- based on h the e timeline Aiden gives I think Ben’s been living with them for 2-3 years? might be wrong

- Aiden calls Ben “bud” again

- Ashlyn completely set aside her food

- Ben blushing when Taylor thanks him

- they live in Alto, Georgia

- those first nights in the shadow dimension must have been terrifying holy crap

- Aiden being so bored by the theories that he slams his head into the table

- Tyler was fully ready to smack him lol

- Aiden was the one to suggest showing Ashlyn's shadow, he was also the one to originally point out the shadow in Logan’s photo

- Logan and his scooter, the twins only have one bike with them, did one walk or did they squeeze on to it?

- Tyler "could you walk any slower?" Aiden "yeah"

- Ashlyn's parents try so hard I love them

- the twins, Logan, and Ben sitting on one couch and Ashlyn and Aiden on the other

- everyone (rightly) disgusted by Aiden’s chewing

- Ashlyn's parents get tense when they say Logan is being bullied, they were also worried that Aiden was bullying Ashlyn, was Ashlyn bullied before or do they just take bullying really seriously?

- Logan got screwed over when they were originally going to the graveyard, at least everyone else was in a group (the twins, and Ashlyn could easily join Aiden and Ben) maybe he lives close to the twins? bro is lucky to be alive

- Logan’s rifle is Ashlyn’s dad's

- most of the gang's weapons make sense but where did the flail come from? hello? screw character backstories I wanna learn about the flail

- first phantom in the human world is freaky as crap

- younger Ashlyn is so real

- Logan’s grandmother being much more suspicious of Ashlyn’s parents, I wonder how his grandparents reacted to learning he was being bullied (assuming they didn't know)

- month time skip for the training arc

- Ashlyn's mom fully bodying Ben is amazing, also Aiden clapping in the background

- Logan is often depicted with tears when panicked or relieved

- Logan silently dying when Ashlyn’s dad chokes him

- Ashlyn hears the dude spying on them

- Aiden buying everyone the matching suits for fun