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I have managed to get my good pal and professional fag @r4ccs hooked on a 7-8 year old fandom webseries that i've gotten back into and it has poisoned our minds already
#this is about#fnafhs#we watched all of season one yesterday#the show is so good#my memories of it were a lot worse than it actually is#god i missed this#I FINALLY HAVE SOMEONE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT BXB TO#I DIDN'T I EVEN KNOW WHAT GAY WAS WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT#THIS SHOW WAS WASTED ON KID ME
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Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? âăž(*´â˝ď˝)ďž This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!
#may 31th anon#Hello hello hello friends!! How are you!!#I miss you all I miss tumblr I miss drawing these silly men#work was soooo boring today I was really happy that I got to draw John in a baby carrier afterwards (*´︜`*)#what have you been up to??#my job is very boring most of the time unfortunatly!! I want to have a new job a little bit but I also never want to have a job interview#ever again and also I might get a lamp this year (!) I have heard that someone has already printed out the lamp form#are you excited for good omens season 3??#I am!! I have also been watching a lot of x-files#(*´â˝ď˝*) we also have moths in the kitchen#I do not know what they are eating we have been storing all of our food in the fridge since last week but new moths keep coming#yesterday one flew out of the forks and spoon drawer#it's her kitchen now#I also got a mole removed#now instead of the mole I have a scar the exact same size an color of the mole#I have also been working on a longer comic project!! I think it will be ready to be shared this summer and I really hope you will like it#it's about the old dragon bros characters and their life with the princesses (ââ˘á´â˘â)â¤#I'm having a lot of fun drawing again!!#I hope you're having fun too#also I had to write an email today and I had to attach a pdf file but it was upside down#I could not fix it#I just hit send
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I'm actually obsessed with how they had 1 (one) scene of Gabriel cooking something other than pancakes. It'd be one thing if he just didn't know how to cook and the only thing he can make is pancakes. But clearly he CAN cook. He just loves pancakes
#was out with some friends yesterday#one of whom watches ml#i was like 'hey (name) how much do you actually keep up with ml. have you seen all the new episodes'#they were like 'no but ive seen a lot about them'#and i was like 'ok can we talk about Gabriel Agreste's pancake obsession'#ПОК пОŃŃ#crap i forgot the episode where he makes the non-pancake dish#season 5#ml s5 spoilers
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ppl genuinely mad theyre breaking up 88 and 34 are so funny as if every game i don't have to hear "another missed pass" fkljdslf or as if auston isn't self-fueled rn. like. 599188 was better than 233488 has been in this stretch of the last whole month they've got and if you don't want the second line to get eaten alive, you gotta change something man. first line's not even been that good either on the whole, it just looks insane w auston willing the whole team back into games. willy's point yesterday and a couple over this ten game stretch haven't even had much to do with his own line like lmfao.
ppl only support the whole "we have two talented right wingers so switching them when things go stale is reasonable" when its auston and mitch being split up and that's it. like it's a fairly low stakes move when everyone's played together now, so it's insane i have to read takes about mitch marner and his ~family~ pulling strings in the leafs org like that's a reasonable thing to think or that people constantly complain abt this not making ~logical~ sense when it does ? and they never complain when it's the other way... we just lost 9-3,, like that's not an accident and the leafs are rightly not happy about that. the leafs think auston can drive his own line and if you all really thought willy could, you'd be wanting that second lining firing again bc then that's TWO usable lines and not just one like we had with the lines yesterday.
#it's not even 'punishment' being put on the second line of the leafs like u just sound stupid as fuck#why would u not hope auston can spark mitch rn..... so 599188 can get back to actually DOING something on that second line bc#they havent produced at all at 5v5 w/o 88 like jesus christ#some willy fans are fucking nuts im sorry like do u actually believe in ur guy or not ???#can he be a spark and a driver OR NOT !!!#first line also sucked ass yesterday like why are we pretending they did not when even they are not pretending that... fjlkdsxz#auston's goal was mostly luck. sick but also luck... 'almost goals' don't count for shit#logic isnt adding up with some of yall i swear to god#we all have our biases but god damn the takes im seeing all across the internet are just whiny shits who walk back what they were saying#like 12 games ago.. as if thats not a reaasonable stretch to try smth out...#they havent exactly been dominating.. the only game we actually fucking dominated was the one auston was missing from so LOL#anyway. rant over but prob not bc all of the stupid shit ppl say#like. if u like will.y... he has vastly produced more on 2nd line this season so. waht are u even saying or defending. KLFJDSL#the ppl that get the angriest at the leafs. watching the worst loss the leafs have had in a while and being like. oh whyd he change smth#LIKE FLKJDSFKLS . IDK GUYS ! GOOD QUESTION. look in the fucking mirror man
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prev post I donât want to bother op with this but. that is why s5 lucifer is so good too.
#ex. hammer of the gods. I mean heâs fucking gleeful about the massacre. heâs having fun.#and then this is the same episode that ends with him in tears and breathing shakily over his brother#and thereâs no one watching. this is not a performance. he is just. heâs grieving.#and idk!! compelling!!!#joke post yesterday about Lucifer crying more onscreen#but actually it was not a joke I would have killed for more moments like this#late seasons lucifer could have been redeemed for me if like. we just had scenes where he stopped for a minute.#like maybe when he hears about Raphaelâs death. maybe when Chuck refuses to pull Michael out of the cage with Lucifer.#and just fucking!!!! let him mourn them in privacy!!!!!!!!#like itâs not much but that would have added a little depth to his spiral!!!!! heâs alone!!!! heâs the only one alive and free!!!!#ahhhh late seasons lucifer who is exactly the same when around the human characters or demons because he just. doesnât care anymore.#but when it comes to Heaven. to his remaining siblings. he puts in the effort to care about them.#you know just like how much better would it have been if Lucifer was completely and utterly genuine in his attempts to create new angels#and he just couldnât. he didnât know he couldnât and he finds out because heâs trying and he canât.#nothing much has to change he can still get kicked out for âlyingâ about being able to.#whosâs going to believe him when he says he didnât know?#and now imagine a version of Jack & Luciferâs relationship coming off the crux of that#Jack is the last ditch attempt at creation. the breaking point.#Iâm rambling but you see it. you see it right? the desperate grasping at something he could never get back?#the way everything would clash. if he treated Jack with love. but everything else could burn for all he cared.#cause Jack was it. he tried to make angels and failed but he DID make Jack.#and the winchesters trying to keep his son away from him? turn Jack against him? he might. break. about that.#like Iâm saying if you kept the basic plot structure of the final seasons and just made tiny adjustments to Luciferâs character#not even really his actions just his motivations!!! BOOM!!!! fucking!!!!! better show!!!!!!#anyway this has been speculation with will come back at 8 and Iâll talk about the bunker being a mushroom#spn#Lucifer spn
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im really glad i have not read the original trigun because i would probably have a lot of nostalgia for it.... but right now i am just enjoying the hell out of whatever trigun stampede is showing me
#MAJOR TRIGUN STAMPEDE SPOILERS IN THESE TAGS. BTW. i finally got to watch it all yesterday#it helps that everything is new#i think the only thing to me is that it feels they skip out on some of the worldbuilding#because it is so popular but as a new watcher guys i have no idea#i think i will read trigun though when i have time#trigun stampede spoilers#<- only for the tags i am about to put#I FUCKING CALLED IT I FUCKING KNEW KNIVES DID IT ALL FOR VASH#I JUST. I HAD A FEELING#he was talking about how he made sure the plants would be fine....#and considering they are both plants AND that vash seemed to be the weaker one#it just. it makes sense#fucked up sibling relationships will always be interesting to me#because they have so much potential#augh this new episode.... so interesting but so confusing#hoping meryl gets more agency in her character after this#i hope that if we get a season 2 milly will show up#she looks like a freak i like her#also. i feel like the episodes are too short for what they are trying to tackle....#but to be honest it might just be a constraint that they have to work with so :'[#i also hope we get more religious imagery keep it going keep it going#vash is like an angel to me.... DOESNT HE HAVE WINGS IN THE MANGA TOO. SHOW ME HIS WINGS#the plants being like angels to me is so interesting too#i feel like it goes off that idea that angels are an alien species#AUGH even better that theyre a higher dimensional species.... sooo fucking cool#txt#BT THE FUCKING WAY. BY THE FUCKING WAY.#i was hoping that trigun stampede would have a magical girl level of universe changing at the end of it....#like madoka magica or sailor moon#WITH THIS NEW LOOK AT VASHS POWERS. I THINK WE CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN
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{Syo} ~ [Rai Rai All * R i g h t]
#koushirouizumi utapuri#koushirouizumi syo#koushirouizumi utapuri ref#koushirouizumi posts#koushirouizumi no rb#a: syo kurusu#s: rai rai all right#maji love starish tours spoilers#(In Other News)#(Guess What Ive Been Rewatching Since Yesterday)#(Warning it DOES Get Flashy at minimal points Id recommend turning brightness down if youre prone to episodes!!)#(At least its much easier for me to watch this way than in fullscreen H.D.)#('UUUU' has similar Issues and HIGHLY recommend brightness turned down on that one in comparison to this one b U T)#: im me#(h E L P)#(THEY WERE WATCHING HIM PERFORM FROM THE SIDE AND WAVING AND SYO POINTS IN THE DIRECTION OF)#(WHAT LOOKS LIKE {NATSUKI}S SIDE)#(Ive rewatched UUUU few more times too I Admit bUT THIS WAS VERY FUN ACTUALLY IM SO PROUD OF SYO HHHHEHEHE)#(SYO... YOURE ACTUALLY PERFORMING... ON A STAGE... IN ANI-VERSE... WITH THE HEIGHTS ISSUE BC)#(THEY STILL CANT GET YOU A PROPER ARC BUT KEEP IMPLYING HEART ISSUETM IN SMALL BITS + ANGLES ANYWAY.....)#(LIKE AT THE END Syos . panting. really heavily and they EMPHASIZE It and like yes Effort but also)#(hE HAS A HEART CONDITION IN OG LORE AND THIS IS WHAT THEY GET HIM DO IN THIS CANON BUT IT *WORKS* HHHHH)#(HOW IS THIS SILLY SERIES LIKE THIS)#(WHY CANT WE GET A FULL SEASON WITH THIS KIND OF EFFORT LIKE YES THESE ARE FUN!!! BUT FULL SEASONS TOO!!!!)#(THIS WOULD BE LIKE PERFECT LEAD INS TO A SYO SEASON AND THEY KEEP REFUSING TO TAKE IT L I K E)#(WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED!!!! JUST DO IT ALREADY SMOOTH OUT THE LOOSE ENDS FROM LEAVING OUT ALL OF)#(SYOS REPEAT ROUTE STUFF)#(OK Anyway im LAUGHING at it too but its fUN thE PART WHERE HE CATCHES THE THING + TWIRLS IT ETC G O O D)#flashing lights
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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 210
Adjective: Scarce
Noun: Miracle
Definitions for those who need/want them:
Scarce: (especially of food, money, or some other resource) insufficient for the demand; occurring in small numbers or quantities, or rare
Miracle: a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency; a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences; an amazing product or achievement, or an outstanding example of something
#im rather late again and i apologise#the explanation once again is that i accidentally fell asleep before i could type all of this up#we had a big day today#specifically we went out with my parents and did a bit of shopping and got lots of cool stuff for ourselves and others#(gifts for my best friend and my gfs sister as well as for my secret santa for my works upcoming christmas in august)#im really excited about all the books we got#which includes an ebook im currently reading cos i like it so much (how high we go in the dark by sequoia nagamatsu)#also i didnt mention this in yesterdays little diary entry cos i was so focussed on my work-related stuff#but my gf and i started rewatching good omens yesterday so we can watch the new season (i think this is my eighth time watching season one)#anyway this prompt to me initially comes across as sad or desolate#but the more i think about it the more it strikes me as an opportunity to explore the wonder and joy of when a 'miracle' does happen#cos it is 'scarce' and thus a rare occurence#so im excited to write something along those lines#thanks for reading#writing#writer#creative writing#writing prompt#writeblr#trying to be a writeblr at least
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i hope everyone is having a good valentineâs day <3Â
#ooc.#i haven't had the bones for writing this week i have been fixated on taking in new media#today is my anniversary w my partner so i will be around later tonight!#i am sort of lurking on mobile but my attention is elsewhere today <3#yesterday i ended up going to my friend's house#watching the entire first season of tlo.vm [again] & then we cleaned & painted her room#i didnt end up going home until like 6am so i had no online bones#but regardless i hope all of my friends are having wonderful v-days <3#i also finished watching season 1 again today w a friend#so i have watched tlov.m season one a total of 5 times in the week or so since i#discovered its wonders#i've watched season 2 like 3 times but season one be hitting different 2 me
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she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
#writeblr#wlw#i often think about like.....#being happy in a gay relationship is sometimes so odd#bc u can forget how stupid ppl are.#bc ur so USED to being gay. and u forget other people GENUINELY ARE homophobic#so it's like. girl pardon?????#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright#like watching someone razz someone else.... so fucking wholesome#âlemme get this bitche's pronouns before i make gentle fun of themâ .... i would have KILLED for that.#THAT is how u know ur accepted#not just tolerated#..... when ppl are like. sure ur nonbinary congrats but WHAT is this fucking sunscreen application#ps idk if "razz'' is a real word but someone asked what it means -#i've always heard it as being a term for 'gentle & friendly teasing'' which like#i personally notice more from my guy friends but is like - when a person isn't#LIKE ACTUALLY teasing u (it's nothing personal/mean) they're just laughing w/you about something#my friends often put on a little voice and call me an anemic little bitch#like 'ooooo the anemic little bitch is cold??? does she need a mouse blanket#bc she's SOOOO SMALL AND ANEMIC???''#and it doesn't hurt my feelings (it makes me laugh very hard) bc 1. i actually called MYSELF that first#and 2. i'm not sensitive about it!!!#a proper razz is when you are ALSO in on the joke - i ALSO think it's funny#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -#they've noticed something genuine about u and love u enough that u know they're not being mean#this is cultural and personality based of course but i'm hispanic#if someone isn't making fun of me it means they hate me . obviously.
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*has 10 books on the go including one started last week that is 500 pages* maybe I should read all the interview with the vampire books
#Iâm already on season 2 after watching season 1 all in one go yesterday#Also wanted to read carmilla thoughâŚwe will see what takes priority#âŚâŚbesides the 10 other books Iâve started and havenât finished those should probably take priority
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THE HAT RULE, t. owens
word count | 1.7k words
pairings | tyler owens x meteorologist!fem!reader
summary | where tyler owens decides to show the reader what the hat rule is.Â
warnings | MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY!! HEAVY smut! reader doesnât know the hat rule. not proofread. lowercase intended.Â
a/n | first of all, sorry for disappearing, i've had NO motivation to write on here, but i saw twisters yesterday and seeing glen powell in a cowboy hat changed me as a person, and also gave me motivation to write. iâve never written a full smut so i apologize if this sucks, i've stepped out of my comfort zone for this one.
the first time you had ever encountered a tornado was a memory you were sure to never forget. growing up in new york meant rain and snow but no tornadoes. so when traveling to nebraska on a field trip in high school, you were unprepared when the sirens sounded, sending everyone into a frenzy. you had watched as the rain pelted from the sky, a funnel forming up above. you were mesmerized as your teacher pulled you to safety, a sort of thrill tearing through your body. from that moment on, you knew what you wanted to do. you went to college for meteorology, graduating near top of your class before going onto to work at a local news station. but it never quite settled the feeling that something was missing, until you stumbled across tyler owensâ youtube channel.Â
tyler owens had become a sensation, a daredevil who did more than just chase the storms, he rode into them. and that seemed to heighten that need of a thrill. so, you hit him up and to your surprise, he replied. and what had started out as a week off of work to storm chase with the daredevil, turned to going part time at your job and joining him on the road.
that was a season ago, and now you were sat at a dingy bar, sipping a beer with tyler and the team. the man himself was sat on the stool next to you, nursing his own beer and listening to lily speak. you ignored the slight butterflies that entered your stomach as he laughed. you had learned to never mix work and love, but something about tyler had you questioning that lesson. he looked mighty fine in his blue jeans and button up, supporting a cowboyâs hat on his head. you noticed your beer was gone, standing up you turned to your crew.
âi'm gonna get another beer, can i get anyone anything?â noâs were murmured around the group except for one.
âi could use another, how âbout i come with ya?â you shrugged, tyler getting up to walk with you. lily let out a low whistle, stopping at your glare.Â
âbe my guest.â you two walked over to the bar top, signaling the busy bartender. âcan we get two more, when you get a sec?â the bartender nodded, going to make a few drinks before he could grab their bottles.Â
âso, miss city girl, how you likinâ riding with us? ready to go back to the big apple yet?â tyler questioned, turning to look down at you slightly. damn the height difference.
âdonât think youâre getting rid of me that quick, i have a lot more storm chasing left in me, cowboy.â you winked, tyler laughing. you debated for just a moment before reaching up and taking the cowboy hat from his head.
âthe hell you think youâre doing?â tyler questioned as you placed the hat on your own head, admiring your reflection on your phone.
âyou wear this hat all the damn time, i just wanted to see if there was something special about it? maybe it has some magical powers or something.â the bartender came back around, beer bottles in hand. you thanked him, handing him some cash before turning back to tyler, who had an odd look in his eye. you quickly took off the hat, worried you had pissed him. you went to hand it back to him, when tyler shook his head:
âkeep it on, it suits you.â tyler picked up his beer, beginning back to the table. the comment caused a light blush to dust your cheeks. shaking your head, you hoped it didn't show too much as you followed him back. you sat in your seat, confused by the odd looks you received from the crew. nobody said anything about the hat as the night went on, but that didnât stop the odd looks.
by last call, it was you and tyler left of the crew. thankfully the bar was across the street from the motel, tyler paying the tab much to your protest, before setting off back to the motel. you had forgotten you still wore tylerâs hat upon your head, only remembering when you went to brush your hair from your eyes, your hand bumping the rim. âhey, do you know why everyone kept giving me weird looks after i put your hat on? and why boone and dani wouldnât stop snickering?â tyler looked over to you as you climbed the stairs of the motel.
âyou don't know?â you shook your head in response, tyler holding a bewildered look. âyou don't know the hat rule?â
âthereâs a hat rule?â tyler stopped at his door, which neighbors yourâs and lilyâs. âwhat?â
âyou wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.â he deadpanned, your eyes widening and a heavy blush coating your cheeks.Â
âoh my god! i promise i wasnât trying to imply that or anything. not thereâs anything wrong with you, because youâreâ well youâre you, andââ you fumbled over your words, stopping mid sentence when tyler laughed.
âhey, it's fine. if you werenât trying to insinuate that, thatâs fine. but if you were, well, now's your chance. and iâd be more than happy to show you how that rule works.â tyler walked closer, a minimal amount of space between you, just enough to allow you to choose whether you close that gap or leave.Â
you stood there for a moment, stunned at his offer. and without much thought, you closed the gap, hands going to grip his face and pull him closer to you. his hands moved to your hips, fingers digging into the fabric of your shorts. the kiss was feverish, all unspoken feelings surfacing. tyler began to pull away much to your dismay, one hand leaving your hip to fish out his keys from his pocket as he moved his other arm to hold your waist. he unlocked the door with ease, pulling you inside and shutting the door before pushing you up against it, the hat falling as he did so. he went to town on your neck, enticing soft moans and whimpers from your lips. the way he sucked at your neck and how he had previously handled you had conjured up a pool of wetness in your panties.Â
your arm wrapped around his neck, holding him to your throat, as your fingers tugged at his hair. he groaned against your skin, biting down ever so softly when you tugged on his hair. he gripped at your leg, pulling it up to give him better access to your cunt. he rubbed his clothed cock along you covered cunt, pleased with the moans that escaped your mouth.
âgod, keep moaning like that and i might have to take you right here.â you blushed once more, pulling tyler to meet your lips once more. you pushed off the door, lips still connected to tylerâs as you blindly pushed him back to the bed. his legs hit the edge of the bed, tyler breaking the kiss as he pulled off your shirt, both of you kicking off your shoes and socks before lips were reattached once more.Â
you pulled back, tyler unbutton his shirt as you began to work on his belt buckle. âwoah, easy, pretty girl. youâll get a taste, donât worry. the nightâs still young. but for now, i gotta show ya what happens when ya wear the hat.â tyler pulled off his shirt, walking to pick up the forgotten hat, placing it on your head. âthis stays on.â you nodded, eyes hooded as tyler pulled your shorts and panties down. âyouâre even more perfect than i had imagined.â before you could question him, tyler pulled his jeans off, his boxers next as his cock sprung up. tossing them to the side tyler pulled you onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, âyou sure âbout this? i donât have any condoms.â tyler asked, different from how he just was. you nodded, kissing him softly.
âiâm on the pill, and i trust you.â tyler nodded, holding over his cock as he slowly guided it along your pussy. you held yourself up as tylerâs thumb rubbing your clit, enjoying your whimpers. âplease, tyler.â you begged, tyler aligning his cock with your entrance before guiding you down. you hand went your hat as your head rested on tylerâs shoulder, almost pornographic moans escaping from your lips. âoh my god.â he slowly eased himself into you, whispering praises as he did so.
âgod, feels like you were made for me.â your cunt hugged his cock beautifully. when his cock was fully in, he allowed you to get used to the stretch, âtell me when you're ready.â you stilled for a moment, adjusting to his size. you kissed and sucked on his neck, slowly beginning to rock your hips. âfuck, letâs get this off of ya.â tylerâs hands skillfully unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side, fingers ghosting over your perky nipples. you pulled off his shoulder, giving him better access to your tits. âyouâre fuckinâ beautiful, darlinâ.â tyler attached his mouth to one of your nipples, enticing a soft moan. you continued to ride him, hips moving faster as you chased your incoming orgasm. your left hand gripped tylerâs shoulder, fingernails digging into his bare skin as your right hand held onto the hat that adorned your head.Â
as your orgasm inched closer and closer, your movements became more erratic, chasing your high. tyler moaned, whispering praises as your walls clenched around his cock. he knew you were close, mouth moving to your pulse point as he pounded into you, taking over. tyler clapped a hand over your mouth as your orgasm hit, muffling your screams so you didn't wake up your neighbors. his movements however did not slow as he worked you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. your legs trembled as he continued to pound into you, your second orgasm of the night approaching quickly. âfuck! fuck, ty-â you cut yourself off, body shaking as you hit your climax once more. tyler began to huff and moan, pulling you impossibly closer as he reached his own high. you blubbered, unable to form actual words as tylerâs hands roamed your body. you pulled back, kissing him roughly.
âgoddamn,â he helped you off his cock, helping guide you onto the bed, âthink youâll be able to handle a round two?â
âdonât go thinking you can get rid of me that easily.âÂ
#angelicsoka#tyler owens#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens smut#twisters#glen powell x reader#glen powell smut#imagine#glen powell imagine#tyler owens imagine
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is it just me or has moablr gotten more quiet ever since the controversy dropped? not being mad at them or anything, just wondering if i'm being paranoid or not (normally there would be a few gifsets of the new to do ep out). and if so i genuinely hope all the moas of tumblr out there are doing ok. if people need time to process what happened or distance themselves for a bit then i hope they're taking care of themselves
i really don't know bc i've been away since yesterday for personal reasons and i haven't had the time to even watch anything, but now that you mention it yeah, i feel like usually we'd have a bunch of to do gifsets going around đ it's all really confusing rn tho, we have so many opinions and possibilities going around :( i just hope everyone is ok
#đ#anonymous#i'm gonna rant in the tags don't mind me#i'm still kinda frustrated but i'm not THAT shaken by it especially when there's so much going on irl for me đ#just kinda disappointed i guess?#but i know some people are more prone to being shaken by this (which is completely normal btw)#i've thought about this whole ordeal and after reading through many people's opinions (positive and negative)#it makes sense to me to assume that sb watched the censored version as it apparently is the one that was being aired in sk at the time#however as i said yesterday we can't know for sure#+ even without all the child p*rn and problematic stuff it's still a disturbing anime (and he called it disturbing himself)#(apparently the word translated as ''provocative'' actually meant ''disturbing'')#so i don't think it's something he should've mentioned either way#i also saw someone on twitter claiming they've watched through the entire season 1 of mia and there wasn't anything too disturbing about it#which makes me think they might've watched a censored version of it....... or they're lying about it lol#and although i'd love to see soobin (and the others) coming forward about it we all know hybe is just gonna pretend there's nothing going o#but i digress my thoughts about this are all over the place#as i've said i don't wanna defend anyone blindly but i also don't wanna throw anyone under the bus without knowing the full story#but if it's up to hybe we'll never know the full story so đ
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2nd watch, a few new details:
On the first watch, I was like "of course Owen couldn't go with Maddy the first time, her mom had cancer :(". But this time I caught that Maddy went missing "a few weeks" after Owen's mom died. Owen had nothing left to stay for. Maddy probably waited around for those extra weeks, just in case Owen had a change of heart. And yet,
The first time we see the dress flashback, it's through what seems like a relatively objective perspective. The second time we see it (as they walk to the grave), the memory has taken on the vhs-fuzz and aspect ratio of the pink opaque tapes. The real becomes unreal, an impossible fantasy, "kid stuff"
Happened to see a captioned screening this time, and the Tara from the streaming version is described as "Fake Tara."
The tv guide page Owen finds by the electrical field is for "season 6, episode 1: Escape from the Midnight Realm"
Mr. Melancholy and Maddy's ex friend who accused them of dykery ("like a secret agent sent to ruin my life") were the same actor
All the school hallway motivational posters are thematically relevant, but this time I caught the "the only easy day is yesterday" and "courage: without it, no other virtues matter" ones
You can see the emotional shifts between Owen and Narrator Owen in real time (ie, Owen looking distraught as the firefighters surround Maddy's tv, then dropping the expression and looking coolly into the camera as she starts to narrate again)
There's an interesting recurring thing where audio from the near "future" plays over footage from the "past." ie, we hear Maddy's planetarium monologue, while we watch Owen still walking to the school to meet them. Something about time not working right, something about Owen playing back memories that already happened, something about inevitability and walking down a path with a fixed ending
Void High School, or VHS
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summary: in which for you, jungkook would commit crimes and his mother would peel oranges.
idol!jk x reader | fluff, angst | word count: 9.5k
warnings/content: oc passes out in the shower / jk does something crazy iâm literally insane about this / baby bam cameo 𼺠/ stitches >:( / blood draw / mention of speeding / jealous not but rlly jealous oc is pissed owfffff at the nurse who has a crush on jk lmao / jk and his mom loves them to death tho so obv who wins / love is beautiful letâs all cry <3
> in which masterlist!
note: *sitcom sound effect of crowd cheering* IâM BACK 𼰠hope u enjoy the product of my madness during finals season hehehe. and special thanks to my cutieful proofreader rio!! youâre one of my most favorite people iâve ever met đĽşđ + my beloveds who came to the rescue when i had medical questions !! i didnât expect to receive help from soooo many and iâm so freaking grateful i could cri :")
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âi ordered it the other day. how did it arrive so early?â
jungkook walks back inside the apartment, arms occupied by a stack of boxes that arrived in the mail yesterday.
he arrives at the living room, head tilting to the side in confusion when he realizes that the netflix show he was watching on the television is no longer playing. instead, there is the news channel.
he gasps.
âbaby, youâre alive!â
your swollen eyes flicker up to him.
youâre lying on the sofa with your legs lazily dangling on the edge. thereâs a toothbrush in your mouth, foam of bubbles between your lips, but your arm barely exerts the energy to make it do its job.
âyou were asleep from afternoon to morning. do you know that? youâve never done that before!â he exclaims, carelessly tossing the boxes on the floor. âi was getting scared!â
you only hum to acknowledge his existence, pushing yourself up from the sofa and unknowingly dodging the hug your boyfriend wanted to greet you with.
he ends up collapsing face first on the empty space you left, hurt and offended.
the bathroom door opens and closes.
he flips over, whining. âyah, we didnât see each other for a day. didnât you miss me?!â
still not a single word from you. sleeping that long must not have cured your exhaustion, jungkook surmises. you tend to be glum and cranky when youâre feeling unwell, as is usually the case when you wake up as unrested as before.
he doesnât always know how to make you feel better, but he always tries anyway.
âour new bedsheets arrived!â he announces from the other side of the bathroom door, making himself loud so that you can hear him despite the shower running. âdo you want to unbox them with me?!â
he allows the seconds to pass, but with his hands on his hips, he eventually begins to tap his foot on the floor.
âbaby? may i go in?â
he turns the knob, just to be prepared incase the answer is a yes, but it doesnât turn. a sad pout forms on his face.
huh? why is it locked?
you must genuinely donât want to be bothered today.
âguess thatâs a no.â he mutters to himself before calling out to you. âokay, iâll wait for you!â
with a crestfallen sigh, he begins to walk back to the living room.
he doesnât go far, however.
only several steps later, a series of loud crashes is heard from the bathroom and his heart thunders in his chest with a combination of numbing shock and fear.
â____, what was that?! did you fall?!â
he aggressively pounds at the door, extremely desperate this time around. he has no plans on leaving until he knows that youâre safe and sound.
âbaby! open this! are you alrightâŚ? are you hurt? youâre scaring me. please, answer!â
he pauses, catching his breath as his mind runs a thousand miles per hour.
â____!â
he strikes the door with an open palm one more time, more so to express his frustration that is only growing worse with every tick of the clock. he only ends up hurting himself in the process.
âthatâs it! iâm opening the door!â
he frantically whips his head around, racking his brain for the location of the key. there are two copies of it somewhere in the apartment, but in his panicked state, he is unable to pinpoint either of their specific spots. and he canât fucking afford to waste any more time.
âah, fuck!â he curses, left with no other choice but to give in to the instinct of breaking down the door with the strength and durability of his body alone.
he would most definitely break his shoulder first before the door.
only after the first try, that much is clear.
and so, with madness inconsiderate of his agony, he resorts to kicking it over and over again.
the repeated loud collisions rattles poor bam from his slumber. not long after, the dogâs barking creates a booming dissonance with his grunts and kicks at the door.
when it finally swings open, the force of his own body sends him stumbling on the bathroom floor, but he doesnât waste time in bouncing back to his feet.
the twisting of his stomach is instantaneous.
there lies your naked, unconscious figure behind the glassâ surrounded by bottles of hair and body products that must have fallen when your hands were searching for something to hold on to.
his voice cracks, breathless.
âbaby, no⌠no, no, no.â
he kneels on the floor, and despite the strong urge to carry you out of there, he tries to calm down. itâs the first rule in every emergency case; professionals reiterate in seminars and news channel segments.
keep calm. keep calm. keep calm.
he wonât be able to forgive himself if he ends up causing more harm than good.
â____, can you hear me?!â
his instinct tells him to inspect every inch of you for any sign of injury, but then his vision becomes too blurry. he curses at the hindrance and forces himself to turn off the showerhead that was left running.
he harshly wipes his face, rushing back to you.
âplease, please, please. wake up.â he begs.
he has a feeling that itâs futile. you canât hear him and heâs wasting his breath. the thing is he doesnât know what else to do.
âbabyâŚâ
he carefully turns your head over, almost relieved because he hasnât seen blood so far.
almost.
at last, he gets a full view of your face, and he finds blood dripping. this has always been one of his most paralyzing fearsâ seeing you get hurt. now that itâs become a reality, thereâs a part of him that wants to believe this is some kind of twisted dream.
âhow- how did this even happenâŚ?â he cries out, his own blood running cold.
for everything that happens after, his body acts on its own. bam is a constant presence in his peripheral, but he is barely in his right mind to acknowledge the presence aside from, âbam, move. daddy might step on you.â
he carries you out of the bathroom, kicking aside the beaten up door. he has made up his mind about bringing you to the hospital, but he canât bring you like⌠this.
he lays you down on the bed, all that gentleness switched off in a split second so he can sprint to the walk-in closet. he hastily grabs whatever is on top of your neatly folded stacks of shirts and pants; and then a fresh towel on the way out. the gentleness returns as he pats your face dry, the pure white stained with dark red. he flips the towel and uses the other side to wipe the rest of your body, in a race against time but mindful of treating you like fragile glass.
once that is over, he dresses you in a pair of gray sweatpants, and with some difficulty, an orange t-shirt.
any person with functioning eyes will be able to tell that the shades donât go together.
if you were conscious, youâd definitely berate him for making you wear this outfit.
but youâre not.
jungkook effortlessly swoops you in his armsâ dripping wet hair, his and yours, leaving behind a trail of raindrops from your apartment floor to the cemented parking lot.
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your body feels like itâs floating.
are you dreaming�
you must be dreaming.
you hear an uncoordinated symphony of voices, but you canât comprehend a word. in pursuit of clarity, you force yourself to open your eyes.
the voices grow a little louder. faceless figures hover you; a bright light shines over your face.
your senses must be playing cruel tricks. now it feels like youâre drowning, sinking into the unknown, and your body has succumbed into numbing defeat.
you want to sleep a little more.
you must truly be exhausted. itâs okay.
youâve fought hard until now. youâve done enough⌠has anyone tried in life as much as you did?
just as your eyes flutter shut, you regain sensation of your hand; a soft squeeze and a call of your name.
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jungkook gently strokes your hair, sighing for the nth time since you got transferred to a private room. heâs relieved that all the scans came back clean so serious head and brain injuries have been ruled out. the doctor also asked him questions and ran some other tests before concluding that electrolyte imbalance caused you to pass out; the culmination of stress and fatigue from work, as well as your strong period, most likely being the main reasons. he didnât even know about the latter until you stained the white sheets with blood.
it was fucking frightening being in the sidelines as they rushed to check on your vitals and to administer oxygen. even now, itâs unbearable to see you with a needle in your hand and a few stitches above your eyebrow. he already anticipated you not being pleased with having to get stitches specifically either; gasping and sitting up as soon as you heard the word come from his lips post-consciousness. consequently, the dizziness hits you. the doctor wasnât happy about that.
âthis is so annoying. i donât want a scar.â you whine as you study your face on the camera of jungkookâs phone. âdid i have to fall on my prettier side?â
âwhat are you saying? youâre pretty from any angle.â he interjects. âbe careful. the wound might open up.â
you jut out your bottom lip, looking up at him with glassy eyes. the sight instantly tugs at his heartstrings, and he pulls you in for a hug. maybe heâs a little sad that you donât appear concerned about the fact that you passed out, but god is he relieved to finally hear your voice again.
âah, i should call the doctor.â
but his face remains buried in your hair.
âthey told me to do so.â
âyou should-â
âwhy?!â he abruptly reacts, drawing back. âdoes anything hurt?â
âchill. you said that they told you to.â
âoh, thatâs right.â he sheepishly smiles. he canât help but to overreact; he hasnât turned off the alarms in his head. âiâll go tell the nurse to get her.â
he starts to walk towards the door, but a tug at his shirt holds him back.
you shyly look at him with a scrunch of your nose. âiâm nervous. hug me for five more seconds.â
fuck, he would move heaven and earth to protect you from everything that can cause you harm.
âwhy would you be nervous? iâm right here.â he scolds you lightheartedly, not hesitating to seize the chance to hug you again. âi love you.â
âi love you more.â
you pull away after five seconds, and heâd be disappointed about you being too true to your words if you didnât kiss him on the cheek so ardently.
his heart almost jumps out of his chest when you gasp out of nowhere as if you just realized that you left the gas tank open at home. your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.
âbam!â
oh, right. your child.
âmy brotherâs house!â he eases your mind.
you breathe out in relief, the heel of your palm pressing against the left side of your chest where your heart lives. âgood⌠i was worried. he was probably more scared because he didnât understand what was going on. i feel bad.â
you love bam so much; it makes him so happy. youâre so concerned about him even when youâre the one on the hospital bed. you make pretty good parents, huh?
âthatâs right. he was worried about you, too. thatâs why you need to recover quickly so he wonât be sad!â
â
the doctor kindly asked jungkook to give the two of you some time alone, so heâs been idly sitting at the lobby after buying a bottle of water. heâs pretty much used to visiting the hospital for routine checkups considering the nature of his job, but it always feels strange to be here for the other different purposes of the place.
is there any other building sadder than this?
if you heard him utter this question, he could easily predict what youâd say: but is there any other building with more love?
if he tries hard enough, he could listen to your voice and paint you in his mind.
you see love in every place that you step foot into.
his curious eyes continue to wander around. he spots people carrying flowers, baskets, and containers of food. thereâs also a teenage boy in his high school uniform, carrying a teddy bear larger than him.
not that he wants you to stay longer, but if you have to, he writes down a mental note to bring one of your favorite plushies.
he eventually gets tired; considers scrolling on his phone again, but he decides against it when his gaze lands on a little boy sleeping soundly on his motherâs lap. suddenly, he is reminded of his childhood before he moved to seoul.
how simple life can be when youâre innocently sleeping on your motherâs lap, trusting that everything will be alright.
âah, i miss my momâŚâ he utters absentmindedly. âi miss my mom so much. i should call her.â
his reminiscing is interrupted when a wheelchair rolls by infront of him. it is leisurely being pushed by an old man who wants to bring his wife outside for some fresh air.
in a parallel universe somewhere, jungkook can imagine them as you and him.
he sits up straight, looking back at the clock on the wall.
how long has it been? he wants to be by your side again.
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âjungkook!â your face lights up as soon as your boyfriend steps into the room. âwhat took you so long?â
âi know. sorry, baby. i got a little distracted outside.â
âiâve been waiting.â you pout. âwhy? were people bothering you?â
ânot at all. donât worry.â
you pat the empty space beside you. âhere.â
âi think the bed is meant for only one person- damn, okay, okay-â
he swiftly gives in upon seeing the hurt on your face, occupying the space you reserved for him. âi love you. donât be sad.â
youâre aching too much to wait for him to get settled. you wrap your arms around his waist like youâre a magnet attracted to steel, clinging to him for comfort.
if youâre being honest, you donât know how you feel about being in this situation. overwhelmed? maybe a tiny bit relieved. in the past, it didnât matter whether you were sick or not. you needed to work or else it was guaranteed that you wouldnât survive. life is easier now. you have the luxury to use this as a reason to take a break. you have someone who takes care of you as naturally as he breathes.
âhow was the doctor?â
âsheâs nice⌠she just asked me about the things i remember before i passed out. then about my work, diet, sleeping schedule⌠stuff like that.â
you pull away a little, just enough so you can see each otherâs face. you squint at him suspiciously. âdid you have to get an expensive room?â
he chuckles. âhow did you know? they didnât tell you that, did they?â
âi literally have the perfect view of the fountain from here!â you point at the large window behind you. âi just passed out. i wouldâve been fine downstairs.â
âdonât say it like that. it couldâve been so much worse.â he says with knitted eyebrows, palm cupping the back of your head and caressing softly.
he heaves a sigh.
âi was so scared that you injured your head. seriously, i thought iâd go insane if i lost you! i went past the speed limit driving you here!â
the distress he was under is apparent. you canât help but to be racked with the guilt. you always do this, making him worry himself to death. you donât usually do it purpose, and that only makes you feel shittier.
âyouâre right. iâm sorry.â
âwell, iâŚâ he sighs. âitâs okay. i know you didnât want this either. itâs not your fault.â
you press your lips into a thin line. âit kind of is.â
your lost eyes meet, and a connection is established like itâs a constellation sending a secret message. your heart flutters when he giggles, dimples and starry eyes and crinkled corners.
âstop it. itâs impossible to scold you when youâre so cute and self-aware.â
âthen donât scold me.â you sniffle sadly to kindle pity in him. âiâve had enough of it from the doctor.â
your brain still works well enough to help you escape from trouble. thatâs a good sign, right?
âmy poor baby.â he coos, cradling your cheeks.
his hands are warm. you put yours over them; a wordless signal telling him you donât want him to go away.
âletâs not get hurt again, please. we need to stay healthy and take good care of ourselves so this wonât happen again, alright?â
you nod in obedience. your eyes are fixed on him but youâre not certain if youâre registering what heâs telling you in your pitiful, shaken brain.
âthe hospital already did me many favors. if we go back, i might have to build them another fountain as a gift.â
and knowing jungkook, with his golden heart and his black card, jokes become half-meant.
âwhat do they need that for?!â
he bursts out laughing, yet again, after you chide at him for his ridiculous and unnecessary expenses.
ânothing, iâm just grateful! i was really so scared but iâm relieved now thanks to them. i canât remember the last time i felt that way.â
âyouâre not scared of a lot of things.â you point out.
âthatâs right.â he agrees. âonly you scare me these days.â
you grimace. âam i scary?â
âyou are, sometimes.â he laughs, squishing your cheeks together. âbut i mean the things that could hurt you.â
as if on cue, your stomach grumbles and bellows like a monster stuck in an empty cave. your eyes grow twice its size in bewilderment, which then morphs into embarrassment.
âmy stomach hurts.â you say quietly.
your nostrils flare as jungkook miserably fails to hold back his laughter. one of his hands leave your face, rubbing your tummy over the thin hospital gown.
âoh no, what are we going to do? where does it hurt? here?â he pouts. âshould we go feed you now to make it go away?â
âwhat is wrong with you?â you slap his shoulder in annoyance. âiâm not a baby!â
âyah, be careful!â he yells, wincing as if he is the one in pain. âbe gentle with the one with the iv!â
â
âyou know one good thing that came out of this?â you gush out of nowhere.
youâre mixing up the ingredients of your bibimbap bowl with a spoon and a pair of chopsticks.
jungkook noisily drinks the final sips of his banana milk. afterwards, he makes a game out of shooting the box in the trash bin.
âwhat could that be?â he asks, doubtful.
he sits on the chair beside your bed. you greet him with a delighted grin, licking your thumb stained with gochujang.
âyou proved your love. you committed a crime for me.â
he gasps to humor you, body freezing as if heâs currently processing the newly-learned information in his brain.
âoh? youâre right- i did! and you know what? iâd do it again!â
with a mouthful of rice, you shake your head in disagreement furiously. âyouâre cute. but thatâs the first and last.â
âbut how are you sure that itâs the first?â he raises an eyebrow quizically.
silly enough, you envy him for being able to do so.
you hum in thought. âi guess youâve stolen a few things for me, too.â
âfew? you mean a loooot?â
âyouâre the one who brings home food and random things.â you roll your eyes. âi never ask you to.â
âyou told me you wanted the service bell!â
you feel yourself become flushed with sheepishness. heâs not lying. youâve always found the object fascinating as a child, so you couldnât help but to tell him to sneakily take one home after filming a competitive run bts episode.
did you have a silly phase where you and jungkook used it to summon each other just to laugh together about it?
perhaps.
âwell, youâre rich. you couldâve bought me one instead.â
âbut it was already there.â he reasons with a wide grin, gesturing infront of him. âi wanted to give it to my lover right away.â
his lover?
jungkook has successfully replaced your frown with an enamored smile.
âi made your heart flutter just now, didnât i?â
a hospital stay has never felt this comfortableâ not terrifying. you have stitches on your face and to add to that, this hospital gown feels super unflattering. somehow, your boyfriendâs loving gaze remains steady and you are melting.
âshut up,â you mutter, flustered, handing him the pair of chopsticks. âplease eat with me. i canât finish this on my own.â
â
âwhy would you let them put the needle in my dominant hand?â
you stomp your feet on the ground as jungkook squeezes some toothpaste onto a newly-bought toothbrush.
âiâm sorry! i was too stressed out so i just pointed! i think i got confused with- with left and right.â
you didnât realize this while you were eating; that you were unconsciously holding the spoon with your non-dominant hand because the other felt uncomfortable. maybe because it was a simple task, scooping food and bringing it to your mouth. brushing your teeth, on the other hand⌠can be quite an arm workout.
âeeeee!â
he shows his complete set of teeth, urging you to do the same. you stare at him blankly.
âeeeee!â he repeats with heightened enthusiasm.
left with no other choiceâ you copy his awkward smile.
âthere we go!â he praises you with an over-enthusiastic beam.
he carries on to brush your teeth, gingerly holding your chin to keep you steady as he does his job.
this is the first time jungkook is doing this for you. today is definitely not one of your finest moments. it feels a bit silly to be in this situation, and you feel bad for putting your boyfriend in this position in the first place. you can see that heâs trying his bestâunnecessarily focusedâand that he loves you, but you just hate giving him a hard time.
with a soft smile, he wipes the bubbles that overflowed past your lips.
âokay, spit.â
you spit out more of the bubbles on the sink. you assume that heâs finished, except heâs making another vowel sound for you to mimic the mouth shape of.
âahhhh-â
âthis is embarrassing!â
âbaby, really? this is where you draw the line?â he playfully squeezes your cheeks together. âitâs almost over! ahhhh!â
and you let him do this thing, but not without a glare that is masking the embarrassing truth: you might be enjoying this more than you care to admit.
âsee? was that so bad?â
as he tenderly pats your face dry in the aftermath, he says: âiâm sorry. bear with it a little more. let me take care of you so youâll be healthy again.â and you feel every ounce of his sincerity pierce through the barriers surrounding your soul.
âstop itâŚâ your voice suddenly comes out broken.
you want to put all the blame on your period for the tears that are now brimming your eyes, but jungkook is your biggest weakness of all and that is an explanation enough.
âwhy are you crying?â he panics. âwhat did i say?â
âitâs your fault.â
you break down into loud sobs, incapable of even keeping your eyes open. you never understood why we close our eyes when we cry, but right now, you know that you canât bear to witness his reaction.
âyouâre so sweet.â
the towel that was wiping the water from your mouth is now drying the tears from your stained cheeks.
âam i making you sad?â
you furiously shake your head. how could he say such a thing? he is the greatest joy of your life.
âno?â
âno!â
âokay, come here then.â
he wraps his arms around your trembling figure, caging you in the solace of his entire existence. a sense of calmness washes over your system, especially as he runs his hand across your back in gentle strokes. this isnât his goal though, it seems. you hear none of his quiet shushes beseeching you to stop breaking his heart. he hopes you let go of everything that has been weighing on you, but he has already eased all your pains by loving you.
âugh, i probably look horrible right now.â you force a chuckle to lighten up the mood, wiping your face with the back of your free hand. âi feel gross.â
âthatâs not true.â he gazes at you fondly, brushing your hair with his fingers. âitâs actually infuriating how you look so beautiful still.â
âi know. iâm nice to look at; thatâs why you tolerate my attitude.â you conclude in jest.
âyeah, sometimes.â he rides on the joke.
âwhatâŚ?â
âiâm joking!â he rushes to take it back with a laugh. âof course iâm joking!â
you pout. âare you really?â
âoh, come onnnn.â
he coaxes you with a kiss on the lipsâ a good morning kiss long overdue. youâve been spoiled rotten with affection; he knows you need more than one. he interrupts himself several times to kiss you.
âyou know iâll love you until our hair turns white and our skin all wrinkly.â
to be brutally honest, youâre not fond of imagining that far ahead. itâs daunting. you doubt your capability to age with grace. youâre horrified by the thought of having the majority of your life behind you. nostalgia has always been more bitter than sweet. but maybe this memory could be the sweetest of all, if jungkook truly stays by your side until then. in a cottage at the countryside like he said once, or a cabin by the ocean.
youâre both so young; so arrogant when it comes to making promises that are a shot in the dark. so fucking in love.
âme too.â you half-smile, scrunching your noseâ a telltale sign of your joy. ânow, get out. i really need to pee.â
his face becomes drained of blood. âbut youâre st-â
âi wonât lock the door this time.â you cup his cheek, looking at his eyes reassuringly. âwe donât need property damage added to the bill.â
â
âdid you not hurt yourself?â
âme?â
âyou broke down the door. thatâs not easy to do.â
you and jungkook make the best out of a bad deal. youâre squeezed together on the bed, browsing through television channels that seem to never end.
âit was easy because you were on the other side of it.â
that is what he claims confidently, but you are not fully convinced.
âwow, why do they have more channels than we do at home?â
âyou didnât answer my question.â you pout. âdid you hurt yourself?â
âi didnât hurt myself. iâm totally okay. i promise.â
he maintains eye-contact as he speaks. given the assurance, your tight chest unrestricts. jungkook is not a good liar. itâs a trait that causes him inconvenience every now and then, but it helps you to sleep soundly at night.
âshould we just watch funny animal videos on youtube?â
âi guess thatâs fine.â
it doesnât show but you feel excitement run in your veins aside from the iv fluids that feel peculiarly cold.
from under your cheek, his chest vibrates with a giggle. âokay, hold on.â
as he pulls up the application, you tangle your legs together beneath the thin blanket. you hear the rapid tap tap tap of the remote control navigating the keypad while he types on the search bar, but your attention is someplace else. youâve found the crook of his neck to sneak into, lazily kissing every inch of his exposed skin. your lips eventually trail up to his jaw. he smells so nice. youâre addicted.
âbaby, someone can enter any minute.â
âiâm not doing anything.â you mumble.
you smile against his lips when he gives you a kiss as sweet as honey anyway.
âiâm curious about another thing.â
âwhatâs that?â
âdid you cry?â
he comes to a still. the answer to that question requires a little time and thought.
âalmostâŚâ
âwhy almost?â
âno time. i had to bring you here, of course.â he replies.
you huff a laugh, exhaling a twinge of melancholia. âdonât cry.â
âi wonât. iâm happy now because youâre awake and fighting with me.â
âow-â
your cry of pain is silenced when he squeezes you in an embrace that makes it nearly impossible to breathe.
âred panda!â
a squeal assaults both of your hearing as soon as your eyes land on the wide screen infront of the bed.
âi want one so fucking bad.â
the enunciated curse makes your boyfriend crack up in amusement. âthat much?!â
â
jungkook opens his eyes to a nurse lightly nudging him awake.
âiâm sorry, i had to wake you up. i need to check vitals and draw blood.â
âshit, iâm sorry.â he panics.
his brain is foggy from the nap, but he still carefully sits up on the bed, wary of the iv line connected to your hand.
âi⌠was tired and i fell asleep.â
âitâs no problem; donât worry.â
she smiles at him, but he doesnât see it.
âyou look adorable sleeping.â
âah, really?â he awkwardly responds, absentminded. âitâs embarrassing.â
he stands on your side, about to disturb your peaceful rest much as it makes his heart ache with guilt, but youâre already stirring due to the absence of his warmth.
your heavy eyelids blink at the nurse in curiosity. âoh⌠do you need my blood?â
âyes, but iâll take your blood pressure and temperature first.â
âokay,â you mumble, offering your arm. âit might be higher now because iâm scared.â
she chuckles at your joke. jungkook tries to share an endeared look with her and non-verbally communicate adorable, right?
âi promise iâll be quick. although we definitely want it to be higher than earlierâs.â
you wince as the cuff around your upper arm goes as tight as it could, and you sigh at the same time that it begins to deflate.
âgood, good, good,â she chants with a mumble. âitâs back in the normal range againâŚâ
she brings out a digital thermometer from her pocket.
âyou know where this goes.â
she hands it over to you, and you awkwardly place it in your armpit, holding it in place. itâs quiet as you wait for the device to make the beeping sound, except for her pen creating friction with your chart as she takes down notes.
âhowâs your stitches? do you feel any discomfort?â
âitâs fine. thank you.â
not long after, you hear the beep. you return the thermometer to her, but not before taking a peak at the numbers displayed on the tiny screen. 36.8°C. you think youâll live.
âiâll draw your blood now.â
the nurseâs voice is sweet and reassuring, but it doesnât quite ease the nervousness evident on your expression. your pupils shake as you watch her disinfect the area, and then comes out the long needle.
another one, jungkook laments inside.
â____, iâm right here.â
you crane your head, whimpering out his name. âjungkook,â
âit will be just a pinch. iâm inserting the needle now, alright?â
you take a sharp inhale.
if only he could switch positions with you, he would do it in a heartbeat. unfortunately, all he can do is caress your hair and whisper that it will be over soon.
âit hurts.â your damp eyelashes flutter, face twisting in discomfort. âi donât like it.â
really, just a pinch? obviously a lie.
âhey, baby. look at the tv.â
the autoplay was left turned on after you fell asleep together. inside the screen is a puppy rolling around a snow-covered lawn. the wagging of its tail, the wide smile, and the pupils as big as boba balls: they all scream the happiness of an innocent.
âitâs so cute⌠i miss bam already. can we go to a dog park again?â
âof course!â
that promise sparks your smile. you turn to your side, and jungkook also catches a glimpse of the cotton taped to where you were poked.
âall done. you can go back to resting.â
âthank you. will you need to take blood again?â you inquire at the nurse.
âhm, probably. it depends on the doctor based on the results we get from this one.â
âcanât you just do it while iâm asleep? or is that not allowed?â
âbabyâŚâ jungkook snorts, hiding his face behind the palm of his hands.
the nurse laughs at your desperate suggestion. âthat is honestly not a rare request, but the thing is⌠you might wake up in the middle of it and injure yourself. we canât do that.â
âthat wonât be a problem!â you passionately argue your case. âiâm a deep sleeper. seriously!â
âah, thank you so much for your hard work!âjungkook intervenes, bowing to the nurse out of respect and gratitude. âiâm sure youâre busy. i will handle this!â
âoh yes, yes- thank you. please donât forget the medicine for after dinner.â
âi wonât!â
âif you need anything, you know where to find me again.â
âyes,â he nods, chuckling. âthank you.â
âthen i should leaveâŚ? but youâll see me again later! bye!â
the door shuts, and his attention lands on your unimpressed form: a blank stare and arms folded infront of your chest.
uh-oh.
âdid she seriously wink while saying that?â
âwhat?â he freezes, genuinely clueless. âi donât know. i didnât see anything. i was looking at you.â
âiâm right here- iâm the patient. why would you need anything from her? huh? why is she so excited to see you again?â you ramble angrily.
âright?!â
he climbs on the bed, reclaiming his spot next to you.
âthat was weird.â
âwhat if she made it hurt on purpose? thatâŚâ you frown, glancing at your arm. âthat didnât really feel like a pinch to me.â
âey, calm down. she wouldnât.â he makes a doubtful face, laughing off the accusation. ââŚi donât think so?â
you blink, exhaling in disbelief. âare you taking her side now?â
âof course not! baby, iâm just saying⌠a professional wonât do that.â
âwhy not? sheâs still human. humans do stupid things when they like someone. she obviously likes you.â
âand so what?â
he grins with a spark of mischief, leaving an inch of a distance between your lips.
âiâm obviously yours.â
but you turn your cheek and your eyes fall on your lap, a pout highlighting your downcast mood.
âitâs so annoying.â
the regret sinks in after. he shouldâve stuck to the golden rule: agree with everything that you say. thereâs no point in having an argument no one will win. does it matter whoâs right and wrong if each otherâs sadness is contagious in addition to their own? your gut has almost always been right, and heâs old enough to be conscious of not allowing a stranger to put a dent on your relationship.
âare you serious? are you uncomfortable?â he tilts his head to try and get a better look at your face. âshould i request for a different nurse?â
itâs quiet for a beat and he feels inclined to fill the silence with whatever enters his mind.
âi love you.â
almost immediately, your features soften and he knows your heart is also melting. the two of you bite the inside of your cheeks to hide a smile.
âno, thereâs no need for that.â
but he still canât help but to be worried. your peace of mind is his top priority. he doesnât want you to be more stressed out, especially by things that he has the power to solve.
âare you sure?â
âshe pissed me off. i need to piss her off too.â
of course, his ever stubborn and competitive lover. he sits up properly, amused and curious.
âand how will you do that?â
âi donât know,â you nonchalantly shrug. âiâll come up with something.â
â
âcome up with what?â
to your surprise, a voice you havenât heard in weeks echoes from the door.
âmomâŚ?â
youâre stunned after only hearing yourself react to jungkookâs motherâs unexpected entrance. your head whips to his direction; your eyes wordlessly interrogating him.
âi need to go to work so i called her to watch over you.â he explains.
âwhy would you do that?â you argue with him as quietly as possible, lips barely moving as you try to hide your face from your mother-in-law. again, not one of your finest moments. âyou didnât have to. i can take care of myself.â
âbut you donât have to because you have us.â
jungkook marks the conversation finished with a kiss pressed to your temple, leaving you dumbfounded. he jumps off the bed and for a split second, you make eye-contact with his mother before he towered over her for a quick hug.
her kind smile is embroidered in your memory; a memory that wraps your heart in a type of warmth only a mother can provide.
âmom! iâm sorry. i really, really, really need to leave now. but! iâll try to come back early so you can go home early too.â
âaigoo, stop stressing yourself out.â
jungkook receives a slap on the back, somehow more loving can scolding.
âi can stay the night so do what you need to do. you donât have to worry.â
âitâs not only because iâm worried!â
she sassily puts a hand over her waist. it takes everything in you not to laugh out loud.
âthen what else?â
âmom! what else?â he cheekily smiles. âof course iâll miss ____ too much.â
did your boyfriend just� to his mother? your jaw becomes slack from the shame.
âi missed ____ too!â she contests. âgo to work and give us our alone time.â
you shyly smile when she transfers her attention from her son to you.
âhello, my baby. are you hungry?â
â
âdoes my son feed you well?â
âhe does! but itâs funny- other mothers ask the opposite. are you feeding my son well? do you make sure heâs comfortable?â
you think out loud, transfixed on how she peels oranges with ease. your hands would always be stained by the juices, (and eyes red and teary from accidental splashes) (itâs too embarrassing to even think about) but hers are still magically clean.
âis that so?â
you graciously accept the slice she feeds you. she laughs when your face lights up like a christmas tree one more time. itâs way sweeter than you anticipated. you canât get over how delicious it is.
âmhmm!â
perhaps you relied too much on dramas when it came to your expectations of what a relationship with your in-laws would look like. you imagined yourself running around like a dog trying to prove yourself worthy of their son, yet for some reason, it looks like they adore you for simply existing. it makes you feel extremely grateful, but you donât understand.
âmom, i have a question⌠i know itâs probably too late to ask this now, butâŚâ
âwhat could that be?â
âare you really not against me and jungkook living together?â you swallow your fear of the possibility of an unpleasant truth. âare you not⌠worried⌠that iâm receiving too much from him?â
because you would understand the apprehension. as a parent, oneâs main concern would be their child. to outside eyes, itâs easy to come to the conclusion that jungkook is being taken advantage of and heâd be better off dating someone with the same status. sometimes you wish you were that someone too.
she utters your name sadly.
âhe receives happiness and love from you. those are the most valuable things you could give to a person.â
she caresses your hair like she wants to erase the anxiety poisoning your mind.
âmy dear, how come youâre worried about that until now? havenât we told you? youâre part of the family. forget about my sister! i donât welcome her negativity in our house!â
âliving together is different. itâs a big deal. it normally happens in a relationship afterâŚâ the following words feel foreign in your mouth; they come out quieter than the rest of your sentence. âgetting married.â
âthen tell me. why did you agree to live with him?â
because youâre selfish. because you want more time that you can have him all to yourself. because you want to be accessibleâ the first person he runs to when heâs seeking comfort and stability. because you want goodnight and good morning kisses. because you were afraid of the risks but youâve grown addicted to the thrill of love.
âhe said⌠no matter how hard i push him away, he will stay within my reach.â
you hear your own shaky breathing. that momentâ itâs still burned into your memory. youâre still holding on to it. itâs a promise he is yet to break and you pray that he never, ever does.
âi donât want to push him away. i want to be within his reach too.â
youâre two people loving each other with everything within your means. after the endless pains and the deafening noise, you like to think thatâs what makes this relationship worth fighting for.
âdoes my opinion still matter knowing that? will you let me stop you?â
âno, i wonât. iâd make you change your mind.â
if you had a machine connected to you, she would see how your heart rate has gone off the charts. but youâre known to say whateverâs on your mind and that, much to your dismay, isnât switched off despite sitting infront of the woman who birthed and raised the love of your life.
you sniffle, pursing your lips nervously. âbut i feel like there might be a right answer to that one.â
what you didnât expect was her to laugh until her belly hurts; placing a hand over her mouth in an effort to calm herself down and keep grace.
âmom! stop, iâm so embarrassed!â
âno, ____, donât get me wrong!â
she is teary-eyed as she gathers herself together.
âthe more time i spend with you, the more i realize why jungkook loves you so much. iâve seen him show incredible commitment twice. do you know that? first, when he went to seoul to become a singer. second, when he told us he got an apartment because he wants to be with you⌠of course, as his mother, iâll admit that heâs young when he made those decisions, but he always proves to me that heâs smart and responsible.â
the urge to cry returns and strengthens as she speaks. you feel your eyelashes become damp with unshed tears. you donât know how to act. you fiddle with your fingers. you stare at the strings and peels of the oranges you can still taste.
âi believe we both know jungkookâs personality well. he wouldnât have let me stop him either. iâm happy to know that youâll fight for him too.â
âthank youâŚâ
âtsk, tsk, tsk- what is there to cry about? jungkook will get angry at me if he discovers that i made you cry.â
she wipes away your tears; however, the unmistakable scent of oranges that has clung to her hands and the affection in her tone bring forth a waterfall.
âseeing this makes me sadder.â she laments, referring to the stitches on your face.
âme too,â you babble in the midst of quiet sobs. âit makes me sad. itâs so ugly.â
â
you canât remember the last time you felt this alone. perhaps itâs the effect of staying in an unfamiliar building of complete strangers. without your mobile phone, may you add. you managed to persuade jungkookâs mother to leave an hour ago because you didnât want her to sleep on the uncomfortable couch.
the lights are turned off except for the lamp beside your bed, and with the television muted, you could hear a hairpin drop.
youâre alone and you can do whatever you want.
you dragged the visitorâs chair infront of the window to admire the garden like itâs a painting in motion. you watched people converse, stroll, and drink coffee. you watched them run for shelter when the clouds became too heavy and the sky began to fall. oh, so thatâs why you couldnât see the stars.
at this moment, thereâs nothing left to amuse yourself with but the trembling of the leaves and the raindrops forming temporary rings when they fall in the water fountain.
your senses crave for more. you reach over and crack open the window, just enough to allow the sound of the rain and the scent of it permeating the earth to enter your room.
âthis is kind of peaceful.â you whisper, amazed by the new lightness carried by your heart.
you close your eyes and you breathe in the petrichor deeply. you want nature in your lungs as a reminder that youâre alive. you welcome the cold wind kissing your face. you can feel your hair touching your neck. you always do, but for once, youâre choosing to acknowledge it. your thumb slowly brushes across the palm of your hand, perceiving the texture of your skin, the softness, and the lines. and your feet, theyâre in the clouds, the fluffy slippers jungkookâs mother bought outside because she knows theyâre your favorite to wear.
youâve loved and despised this body for a million different reasons. your mind and heart have accepted defeat countless times, but your body wakes up to every brand new day without fail. your body implores you to live. did it finally give up on you today?
âbaby!â
you look behind to search for the source of the sound.
you get your answer from the kiss planted on your lips.
you only saw his face for a split second, but even if you had your eyes closed, youâd know it has to be jungkook kissing you.
you can smell him. youâve memorized the way the shape of his lips fits with yours.
oh, the sounds of his kisses too. you like to call them the butterfly call because they make butterflies appear in your stomach.
you could trace the scar on his cheek with your finger if you want to.
god, what a privilege it is to experience life in this vessel.
a knock on the door forces you to part too early. the same nurse from earlier enters and you internally scream all the curse words in your dictionary. jungkook acknowledges her with a bow and a quick âhelloâ before squatting down infront of you.
âi committed another crime for you today.â
âhuh?â
your wide, confused eyes take a glimpse at the nurse who is doing something with the controls of your iv line.
hahaha⌠she knows heâs not serious, right?
âwhat did you do?â
his smile is so big that his eyes have turned into little crescent moons. youâd make a guess but there is an infinite amount of things jungkook could possibly be this excited about.
âŚapparently, one of them would be strawberry cake.
you gape at the transparent box he was hiding behind his back all along.
âdid you steal somebodyâs birthday cake?!â
âitâs a producerâs birthday and he received lots of cakes, so he told me i can take one home.â
âhow is it stealing if he allowed you to take it?â
he tosses his backpack on the couch as he sets down the box on the table. he rummages through the bag his mother left behind, successfully bringing out a spoon. meanwhile, you get your blood pressure taken again.
as he opens the box, he sends a smirk your way.
âno. i hid the strawberry cake because thereâs so many who wanted to eat it.â
âare you crazy?!â
the nurse clicks her tongue. âdonât talk and stay still, please.â
âoh,â your hand flies to your mouth on instinct. âiâm sorry.â
âiâm sorry.â jungkook also apologizes.
you and your boyfriend secretly share a look, exchanging a smile that is stifled laughter inside. your lips remain zipped as the nurse restarts the process of taking your blood pressure. on the other hand, jungkook eats a spoonful of cake, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you. you roll your eyes and he tries harder to laugh without a sound.
seconds later, he grumbles about the room being too warm. he wipes the beads of sweat on his forehead using the back of his hand, and he does the worst thing he could possibly do at this moment. he reaches for his back, pulling his sweater over his head. naturally, his inner shirt rides up and allows wandering eyes a peak at his glorious toned abdomen.
passed out in the shower. busted your eyebrow open. front-row seat for a woman flirting and ogling at your boyfriend.
how fucking great.
âhello? i think itâs done.â you snap.
âa-ah, yes.â
you hear her swallow as she removes the cuff from your arm. she may be wearing a mask but sheâs hot and red all the way to her ears. youâve only read about it in books. you didnât even believe this could happen in real life until now.
âi will check your temperature too.â
âgo on.â
you repeat the same process from hours earlier, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you wait for the beep.
âyah, why is the window open? youâll catch a cold.â
jungkook, yet again, steals the attention of every person in the room when he rises to his feet. his shadow casts over you as he closes the window.
âi wanted to smell the rain.â
âis the room getting too stuffy for you?â
you shrug. âi just wanted to smell the rain.â
you feel the nurseâs stare. you offer her a smile and her nameplate briefly gets caught by your vision. kang ji-woo.
âji-woo; thatâs a pretty name.â you pay her a sincere compliment. âitâs healing, donât you think?â
âyes? uh-uhm, y-yesâŚâ she replies, unsure and confused by the sudden small talk. âactually, itâs been linked to a reduction in stress and anxiety levels.â
âthank you! babe, did you hear that?â
âuhuh, think about my stress and anxiety levels.â he leans against the window with his arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at you.
so now heâs flexing his arm muscles. cool, cool, cool. you know heâs not doing it on purpose and his entire existence is just naturally hot and itâs infuriating.
âiâve been worried sick about you all day.â
his statement makes you frown for a new reason. at the same moment, the thermometer beeps.
âcould you please tell him that iâm fine?â
â37.3, uhhh- thatâs slightly above normal. how do you feel? does your head hurt? are you cold?â
âi feel fine though?â
âokay. please take a lot of rest and stay warmâŚâ her gaze lingers at jungkook who is blocking the window. âkeep the window closed. hopefully it wonât be higher when i check again later.â
seriously?! you could cry. you want to go home where itâs comfortable. where itâs only you and jungkook and bam.
but you bet somebody would be happy if you had to stay longer.
âiâll look after ____.â your boyfriend sighs, pulling out a jacket from his backpack.
âyou shouldnât have kissed me. what if you get sick?â
your blatantness causes the nurse to pause in updating your chart. she awkwardly clears her throat. âyeah⌠that⌠that isnât currently advisable.â
âiâm sorry. iâll control myself.â
you earn a glare from jungkook, then he fakes a smile which you gladly return.
âbefore you go, may i request for a new blanket? sorry, i spilled something earlier.â
âsure thing! iâll come back with that right away.â
â
âshe seemed happy to leave.â jungkook remarks. âi canât tell if you were actually being nice or being passive aggressive.â
you smile innocently, taking a bite off the strawberry you stole from the top of the cake. âiâm a fucking angel.â
damn it, why is he suddenly turned on?
were you serious about the no kiss rule?
âwould you rather i be the type to pull their hair?â
he shakes his head with a laugh. âbut you did slap someone once.â
âyou want to see me that furious again?â
ânever in my wildest dreams.â
he kisses the top of your head, producing an exaggerated âmmmwah!â sound that makes you giggle happily.
âhere, have some more cake.â
he offers you a spoonful of cake.
no, itâs bigger.
as a matter of fact, the piece could probably pass off as a cupcake.
you gawk at it as if youâre figuring out the logistics of putting it in your mouth. his heart does a flip when you tilt your head and do your best to take in the whole thing. however, in the middle of it, you decide that you canât, and you end up biting it off a little more than halfway.
oh my god, he loves you. he loves you. youâre so fucking cute.
your cheeks are full as you struggle to chew. you cover your mouth with your hand but they donât touch. youâre so elegant in your ways and sometimes he wonders how youâre still attracted to him after he acts stupid.
also, plain white nails? thatâs new. you always want colors.
âyour nails look pretty.â
he is so focused on you that he fails to take notice of another presence occupying the room.
âyour mom did them for me.â
âi figured. she wants to do mother-daughter things with you.â
the short break of silence speaks volumes. you look at him, blinking with eyes hinting at a type of joy youâre lost on how to express.
âdid you choose white?â
âno. we were watching a drama and it was the coupleâs wedding.â
oh, that makes total sense.
âlet me guess,â he trails off with a half-embarrassed, half-entertained smile. âshe asked when we will get married?â
âwhy would she ask me that? how would i know?â you scoff.
his heart starts at a thousand miles per hour. fuck, are you hinting at him? are you messing with his feelings again? with you, he always needs to remind himself to be rational.
âi need more time to prove to you that iâm husband material.â
âwhat? stop it. i donât care. i donât need a ring.â
your unpredictableness pushes him to the edge of his seat.
âdonât pressure yourself. you already treat me way better than most husbands do their wives.â
the pride painted on your face is unmistakable. he feels his heart swelling in his chest. has he been doing a better job than he originally thought? after what happened today, he was terrified that he hasnât been paying enough attention to you.
âiâm so happy with what we have.â
you offer him a delicate smile before eating the rest of the cake that was left on the spoon. he swears thereâs a glowing halo above your head.
could your temperature have magically dropped in the past five minutes? would you kill him if he kissed you right now?
âis there anything else i could assist you with?â
and then he is rudely snapped out of his hopeless adoration and daydreaming.
âthatâs all! thank you for your hard work!â you chirp.
he turns to the nurse with a lovesick grin.
âplease come to our wedding.â
the unforeseen wedding invitation earns him a slap on the chest. he clutches the affected area, wincing in pain.
he hears you mutter. âdonât invite strangers to our wedding.â
the irritated glare he predicted to face isnât there. rather, youâre wearing the flustered smile he only sees when he knows that he did something to make you fall for him all over again.
before ji-woo left, she tried to subtly reject the invitation by jokingly saying that sheâd die to go, but most probably, sheâd have to work that day. you know⌠being an overworked hospital employee and all. you caught her glancing at you with bitterness failed to be guised as indifference. you get it. youâd hate it if another person was in your place. frankly speaking, you could be miles pettier.
your boyfriend wipes the corner of your lips, thoughtless as he licks off the cake frosting from his thumb.
damn it, you wish she was also here for that.
âyou havenât stopped smiling.â
âyou love me and you never let me forget that.â
you give an answer despite the lack of a question mark.
you just made his world stop spinning on its axis and youâre not even aware.
jungkook knows the heavenly feeling of knowing that he is loved, but he has never deeply considered the joy and relief when the person he loves believes that he loves them.
âiâm so lucky. i love you.â
you push yourself up to plant a kiss on his forehead. itâs a rarity he treasures and keeps.
âi love you too.â
he cries infront of you.
almost.
he excuses himself to the bathroom and cries in there a little.
youâre so easy to loveâ thatâs why it makes him want to do difficult things for you. like commit more crimes?
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summary: the entirety of y/nâs pregnancy with their son, atlas. [novâ18âmayâ19]
cw: unexpected pregnancy, labor + labor pains, fem!reader. i think thatâs it!!
word count: approx 12.3k
| hope yall donât mind that i included louis in this. i miss him fr. also, thank u again anon <3 hope this wasnât too long
Life had slowed, but only justâsomehow still breezy with that undercurrent of momentum that carried him from One Direction fevered heights, to the steady rhythm of his own solo journey. Fame was no stranger, but this? These moments were the ones he cherished most. He glanced at his wife, her eyes twinkling as she sat with their son. The simple joy of this evening reminded him of how far they had come. The quiet, intimate wedding in Holmes Chapel five years ago, the shockwaves it sent through the internet because they had managed to keep it so private, and then, only a year later, the unexpected news that YN was pregnant with Atlas.
He could still remember the exact moment he found out about their little surprise, how the world had seemed to tilt on its axis when she told him. It had been unplanned, a complete shock, but one that had filled him with a profound sense of love and responsibility.
Five years ago felt like a lifetime ago, yet it also felt like yesterday.
Five Years Earlier â November first, Holmes Chapel
The cold was sharp outside, but the small cottage Harry and YN had rented for the holiday season felt warm, cozy even. A fire crackled softly in the fireplace, and YN sat curled up on the couch, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea. Outside, a gentle snow, the first of the season, had started to fall, covering the village in a blanket of white.
Harry had been out all day, helping his mother with some last-minute holiday preparations. The quiet of the house felt calming to YN, but there was something on her mind, something that had been gnawing at her for the past month. Her period was lateâlater than it had ever been.
She had noticed other small things too. A slight queasiness in the mornings that she initially brushed off as stress from the hectic, upcoming holiday season. But now, as she sat there, the weight of realization started to sink in. She might be pregnant.
Her heart pounded as she thought about it. They hadnât planned for this. They had only been married for about a year, and though they had talked about children, it had always been a vague, distant future sort of conversation. But now, the possibility was staring her in the face, and she wasnât sure how Harry would react.
Would he be excited? Nervous? Overwhelmed?
She glanced at her phone, considering whether to text him and ask him to pick up a pregnancy test on his way home. No, that felt too impersonal.
She had paced the empty hallways of the cottage, occasionally texting her husband back or scrolling through instagram. She knew Harry like the back of her hand, he wouldnât be upsetâperhaps a bit overwhelmed, but upset? No, from the years theyâve known each other, he loved children. She couldnât count on her fingers the amount of dance sessions, hide and go seeks, and cartoon watching sheâd walk in on when he was with the children of his family or friends. And from the discussions theyâve shared of their own future children, she knew heâd be ecstaticâshe just didnât think itâd be so soon.
A few hours later, the front door creaked open, and Harryâs voice echoed through the small cottage. âLovey, yâhere? Sâcold as hell out there.â
She stood, wrapping Harryâs sweater tighter around her frame, trying to keep her nerves in check as she walked towards him. He looked so carefree, a light dusting of snow in his hair, his cheeks rosy from the cold, a grin already stretching across his face when he saw her.
âGot yâfavorite mince pies from the bakery,â he announced, holding up a small paper bag as he walked towards her. âMum says we need to fatten you up fâthe winter.â
YN laughed softly, but it didnât reach her eyes. She could feel the words bubbling up in her throat, but she didnât know how to say them. Instead, she took the bag from him and set it on the counter.
He began to shuffle around the kitchen, searching the cupboards for a few glasses. He absentmindedly hummed a tune his wife didnât quite recognize as he floated toward the freezer, pulling out a frosted glass bottle of rum with a smile. âMum said she wouldâve made it herself butââ He laughed, shaking his head as he set the bottle down on the counter with a heavy clank. âSheâs decorating the house. Looks like autumn threw up in there.â
YN only responded in a gentle chuckle, one that made him look up with his eyebrows furrowed. Harry frowned, immediately noticing the shift in her demeanor. He paused, his eyes scanning her face with concern. âEverything alright, sweet girl?â
She swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. Her eyes burrowed into his, shifting gaze from one eye to the other. Her lips parted, unsure of how to form the words that sat heavily in her throat. She exhaled, managing a smile as she shook her head. âJust a bit tired, thats all.â
She couldnât tell him until she was sure. If he were to be overjoyed, she didnât want to get his hopes up on the off-chance she wasnât pregnant.
Harry paused for a moment, not fully convinced, but he didnât want to push. If something was wrong, sheâd tell him when she felt ready. So, he only smiled back as he unscrewed the rum and poured into the square glasses. He looked at her expectantly as he raised his eyebrows, bringing her a glass.
She stared at it as if it would jump out at her, her reflection waning in the amber liquid. She pulled her lips between her teeth, shaking her head as her cheeks flushed. âNot feeling it tonight.â
At that point, Harry knew something was wrong. He furrowed his eyebrows, setting herâwell, what was supposed to be hersâdrink on the counter before he took a sip of his. âYou sure yâalright?â
She brushed it off with a laugh, stepping toward him as he remained leaning against the counter. YN pressed a gentle kiss on his rum-slicked lips, cold to the touch. âYou worry too much.â
He wrapped his arm around her head, pulling her into his chest with a sigh. âRightfully so, mâlove. Stubborn as a mule, you are.â
She scoffed, though only humor was laced in her tone. She pushed back from him, folding her arms over her chest with a feigned frown.
âWhat?â He smiled, taking another sip. âShould be titled an archeologist the way I dig for your heart.â
âOh shut it, Styles. Youâve done no such thing.â
He laughed, placing his glass on the counter behind him and gently holding onto the edges. âYouâre only proving my point, lovey.â
She rolled her eyes, flicking his chest before she began to step off toward the bedroom. YN looked over her shoulder expectantly with a sly smile. âYouâre not gonna join me?â
She didnât need to ask him twice.
He tugged his shirt off, tossing it aside as his wifeâs laughter echoed down the hallway. She darted toward their bedroom, her giggles trailing behind her like music. Grabbing his glass from the counter and kicking off his shoes, he chased after her, a wide, mischievous grin lighting up his face.
There was a gloomy, gray sky the next morning, the kind where the clouds stretched thick across the sky, holding back any hint of sun. YN had woken up before dawn with a gnawing queasinessâa feeling that had been creeping up more often lately. She pressed her hand to her stomach, trying to calm the discomfort.
She reached into the plastic bag, pulling out the small pregnancy test she ordered from doordash before the sun rose. She had tipped the dasher generously before staring at it in the restroom for what felt like hours. Her mind buzzed, unsteady with thoughts she couldnât quite wrangle. The idea of being pregnant had only crossed her mind like a shooting star. She was nervous. They were still basking in the simplicity of their life, the unexpected quiet of their year-old marriage. This hadnât been in the plan.
But here she was, two minutes ticking by like hours as she stared at the test resting on the edge of the sink.
And then, there it was.
Two blue lines.
Her heart raced, a mix of emotions she could barely process flooded her chest. She didnât know what she was supposed to feelâexcitement, worry, fear? It was all tangled together in a knot she didnât have the strength to untangle. She felt a hint of guilt wash over her; how could she feel uncertain about something so beautiful? But it was real, and she knew it. This was so real.
She sank to the edge of the clawfoot tub in the small bathroom, hugging her arms around herself. She let herself sit there for a while, just breathing in and out, letting the realization wash over her like waves on a shore, eroding her hesitation bit by bit. Eventually, she felt a warmth begin to spread, a tentative but growing love, a sense that maybe, just maybe, this was meant to be.
Oh, godâbut Harry.
Mere discussions about a hazy future never felt so prophetic.
Footsteps on the old wooden floor outside the bathroom brought her back to reality. Harryâs voice called from the kitchen, warm and sleepy, a mug clinking on the counter. âLove, you up?â
Her stomach twisted again, this time more with nerves than nausea. She took a deep breath, tucking the test in her hand and opening the door. As she stepped out, she found her husband leaning against the counter, his hair tousled from sleep, a soft smile on his face as he sipped from his mug.
âCouldnât fall back asleep,â she murmured, her voice just above a whisper.
Harry raised an eyebrow, setting down his mug as he studied her face, his expression shifting to one of gentle concern. âYouâve been off since yesterday, please, just tell me whatâs wrong?â
YN took a breath, feeling the weight of the words she was about to speak. She crossed the small space between them, the floorboards creaking softly under her bare feet. Her hands trembled as she reached for his, and he immediately stilled, sensing her unease.
âDonât freak out, okay?â She said, her voice breaking ever so slightly.
Harryâs gaze softened, his fingers curling around hers. âAlright,â he murmured, his thumb gently brushing over her knuckles. âSwear it.â
She swallowed, her eyes dropping to where their hands joined, and finally, she managed to say it. âIâmââ she sighed, âIâm pregnant.â
The words hung in the air between them, and she felt his hand go still, his thumb pausing mid-stroke. She dared a glance up at his face, and in his eyes, she saw the shock sheâd been expecting. His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldnât quite find the words.
It was the longest silence sheâd ever felt.
And then, slowly, a smile began to break across his face, soft at first, hesitant, but growing. His eyes sparkled with something she hadnât expectedâsomething gentle and pure, and so, so warm. âYouâre⌠serious?â
She nodded, a soft laugh escaping her lips, a mix of nerves and relief. âYeah. I know itâs not what we planned, and Iââ
Harry pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up tightly as if he never wanted to let go. She felt his heartbeat racing against her cheek, felt the slight tremor in his breath as he held her.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes glassy with emotion. âThis is⌠I mean, I wasnât expecting this, butâŚâ He paused, his voice catching. âBut, YN, thisâthis is everything.â
A smile broke across her face, the warmth in her chest growing, all her fears melting as she looked up at him. âAre you sure?â
Harry laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. âIâm sure.â His eyes held hers, full of something she could only describe as love beyond anything sheâd known before. âI mean, look at us. Weâve done everything backwards and upside down, havenât we?â He chuckled, his dimples deepening. âWhy not this too?â
They laughed together, and in that moment, all her worries felt so small, so distant. Harry pressed his forehead against hers, his hands holding her gently. âI canât believe it,â he whispered. âWeâre going to be parents?â
YN nodded, her own laughter mingling with tears she hadnât realized were there. âI guess we are.â
Harry wrapped her up again, his arms strong and sure around her. âOur little family.â He looked around, a spark of excitement lighting his gaze. âThe start of everything, right here.â
They stood there, wrapped up in each other, in the quiet of the small cottage, a peacefulness settling over them. The morning light had started to creep in through the windows, casting a soft glow over them, and for a moment, the world felt perfectly still.
But as the initial excitement settled, the reality of the situation hit her hard. Morning sickness, which was more like all day sickness for YN, kicked in with a vengeance. She wondered what crime she may have committed in a past life to deserve such a karma.
She spent most of her mornings hunched over the toilet, her stomach in knots, while Harry hovered nearby, rubbing her back and murmuring soothing words. âItâll pass, baby.â He would say, though there was a flicker of worry in his eyes every time she retched.
The first trimester was rough. YN felt exhausted all the time, her body aching and her emotions all over the place. There were days when she could barely keep food down, and the nausea was so overwhelming that she couldnât even stand the smell of Harryâs cologne.
But through it all, he was a constant source of support. He made her ginger tea in the mornings, rubbed her feet when they swelled, and stayed up late with her on the nights when she couldnât sleep. He even held her hair back during the worst bouts of sickness, never once complaining or losing his patience.
Still, telling their friends and family was daunting. Anne had been thrilled, of course, immediately launching into grandma mode, talking about knitting booties and baby blankets. But YN worried about telling the public. Harry had always been fiercely protective of their privacy, and the idea of sharing something so intimate with the world felt overwhelming.
âI donât want people to think anything bad of me.â She admitted to him one night as they lay in bed. She had spent the entire day feeling nauseous, and her nerves were frayed.
Harry propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her with a gentle smile. âNo oneâs going to think like that, baby.. And if they do, then screw âem. This is our family. No one elseâs.â
His words, simple as they were, helped ease some of the anxiety gnawing at her. They would announce it when they were ready, and in the meantime, they would enjoy these private, intimate moments together.
A few weeks later, when YN was finally starting to feel a little better, they gathered their closest friends and family to tell them the news. Harryâs friendâs were among the first to know. They had gathered at their place in London, a casual get-together that didnât feel too obvious or formal.
Jeff had been the first to catch on, his brow furrowing as he noticed YN sipping ginger ale instead of her usual glass of wine on occasions like these. âWait a minuteâŚâ he began, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he glanced between them. Oh God, youâre pregnant arenât you?â
The room fell silent for a moment as Harry and YN exchanged a glance, a grin tugging at Harryâs lips. âSurprise!â
The room erupted into chaos. Mitch nearly fell out of his chair, laughing and shouting congratulations at the same time. Pauli looked like he might cry, and Sarah immediately started teasing Harry about how heâd better get used to sleepless nights.
âYou two are gonna be knackered for the next eighteen years,â she quipped, though there was a deep affection in her eyes as she clapped Harry on the back. âBut youâll be great parents. I know it.â
As the weeks continued to pass and YNâs belly began to show, Harryâs excitement seemed to grow right along with it. He took over more and more of the household chores, practically hovering over her with a devotion that was both endearing andâjust occasionallyâa little over the top. But that was Harry; he never did anything halfway, and preparing to become a dad was no exception.
One evening, after a long day, they lay in bed, YN nestled against Harryâs chest as he rested a hand on her belly. His fingers traced slow, absentminded circles over her small bump, his gaze softening as he looked down at her.
âHave yâthought about names?â he asked quietly, voice almost a murmur. There was a trace of wonder in his eyes, as if he were asking the question for the first time.
She smiled, shrugging lightly. The idea of names had been floating around in her mind for a while, but nothing had quite felt right yet. âMm, Iâve got a few in mind,â she said with a teasing glint in her eye. âThink Iâm just gonna call âem Fetus for now.â
Harry let out a laugh, his face lighting up as he shook his head. âPoor kid,â he said, voice full of warmth. He shifted lower, pressing a soft kiss to her belly. âFetus Styles,â he whispered against her skin, his lips brushing her gently, sending a spark of laughter through her.
Her smile never faltered, fingers combing through his curls as he settled his head on her bump, gazing up at her through his lashes. He held her gaze for a moment, then suddenly broke into a grin, blowing raspberries onto her belly with glint in his eye.
She laughed, Harry faltering into her growing tummy as his phone began to ting with a mess of texts. He grabbed his phone that lay upon his wifeâs thighs, sitting up beside her against the headboard with a wide smile as the phone illuminated his face.
She knit her eyebrows together, leaning her head against his shoulder. âWho has you smiling?â
He unlocked his phone, âLou. I told him I had to talk to him tonight.â
She laughed as Harry clicked on the contact, pressing the facetime icon as the ringing filled the air. âItâs what..?â She trailed off, flickering her eyes in thought. âNoon in LA? Surprised heâs even up.â
After a beat, the screen flashed to life, and there he wasâLouis, bleary-eyed, half-sprawled across his couch, nursing a mug of tea. He squinted at the screen, a smirk forming as he took them both in.
âBloody âell, look at you two all cozy!â He drawled, taking a sip. âThought I was interrupting somethinâ.â He chuckled, giving them a teasing wink.
Harry rolled his eyes, holding the phone between them. âShut up. Weâre just havinâ a quiet night in.â He glanced over at YN, then back at the screen, his grin a little wider. ââNd I needed to talk tâyou, yeah?â
Louisâs smirk softened, curiosity lighting up his expression. âRight. Whatâs this then?â
He took a quick breath, almost unable to keep the smile off his face as he turned the phone back to YN, who gave Louis a warm smile before glancing at Harry. He squeezed her shoulder, then looked back to the screen, letting the words tumble out. âWeâre havinâ a baby!â
For a moment, Louis just stared, the mug paused halfway to his lips as he absorbed the words. His mouth broke into a grin, and he let out a laugh. âOi, youâre pullinâ my leg!â He leaned closer, shaking his head. âWait, wait, youâre serious, arenât ya?â
âDead serious,â YN said, her voice gentle as she leaned in closer to Harry. âWeâve known for a few weeks now, but wanted to tell you ourselves.â
He sat up straighter, rubbing a hand over his face as he took it in, his grin somehow widening. âJesus, Haz. A dad,â he mused, a playful sparkle in his eye. âI mean, didnât see this cominâ back when you were too busy worryinâ about a pair of blue suede shoes to think about nappies.â
Harry let out a laugh, playfully nudging YN. âSee, Iâm just followinâ yâexample, mate.â
Louis snorted, giving a mock scowl. âBetter beâFreddieâs halfway to graduating high school it feels like. Youâve got some catchinâ up to do.â He settled back into the couch, softening as he looked at them both. âBut seriously, this is brilliant, you two. Gonna make one hell of a mum and dad, arenât ya?â
Harry glanced over at YN, his gaze lingering, soft and full of a quiet pride. âHope so,â he said, smiling down at her before turning back to Louis. âJust been⌠sittinâ with it. So many things I wanna teach âem, yâknow?��
âBest get started on that lullaby playlist, then,â Lou teased, though there was warmth in his tone. âBet youâre already planninâ that first guitar lesson.â
YN laughed, rubbing a hand over her belly. âItâs just been a whirlwind, honestly. We havenât even found out the gender yet.â
Louis grinned, raising an eyebrow. âSurprise ân all? Makes it even better. Though if yâneed tips on anythinâ, Iâve got all the dad tricksâlike what not to say when theyâre askinâ questions in front of their mum.â
âGreat,â Harry chuckled. âStart a whole book for me, will ya?â
Lou winked, lifting his mug. âAlready makinâ notes. First chapterâs on nappies and the art of avoidinâ baby food on your shirt.â Then, his expression softened as he leaned closer. âNah, for real. Couldnât be happier for you two. And for that kid, too. Already got the best start with you both.â
Harry swallowed, his hand finding YNâs, giving it a gentle squeeze as he held his friendâs gaze through the screen. âMeans a lot, youâll be his grumpy, old uncle, yeah?â
Louis grinned, nodding with a playful glint in his eye. âBest beâIâll have âem singinâ the chorus to No Control by the time Iâm done. YN, darling, donât you worryâIâll keep him in line.â
YN chuckled, leaning her head on Harryâs shoulder. âIâll hold you to that, Lou.â
âDamn right you will,â Louis shot back, settling back against his couch, eyes full of pride and a mischievous excitement. âAnd when Iâm back over, sâgonna be you two doinâ the nappies, while I teach that kid how to annoy his dad.â
Harry feigned a groan, rolling his eyes dramatically. âWhy am I not surprised?â
âCheers, mate.â Louis raised his mug, a glimmer of something genuine in his gaze. âCanât wait. Love you both, yeah?â
Harry grinned, feeling the weight of Louisâs words. âLove you, too, Lou. Cheers.â
And as they hung up, YN nestled closer, both of them feeling the joy of sharing their secret with someone whoâd been there for it all.
A few months had passed, and YN was officially eighteen weeks pregnant. The kitchen was quiet, filled with the warm scent of vanilla as Harry carefully set a single white cupcake on the counter. Heâd insisted on something private, just the two of them. No big reveal party or confettiâjust a simple cupcake with the surprise hidden inside. YN stood beside him, hands resting on her bump, a grin tugging at her lips as she watched him fuss over it.
âYouâre really gonna make me cry over a cupcake, arenât you?â she teased, nudging him lightly.
Harryâs eyes sparkled as he looked over at her, dimples deepening. âJust yâwait.â He handed her the small knife, his fingers brushing hers, and his voice softened. âReady?â
She nodded, her heartbeat picking up as she sliced through the cupcake. Slowly, she pulled the two halves apart, then stared down at the filling inside.
Bright green.
For a moment, they both froze, staring down in complete confusion. Harry tilted his head, mouth slightly open, brow furrowed as he looked at her, then back at the cupcake. âUh⌠mâpretty sure green wasnât one of the options.â
YN snorted, a laugh bubbling out as she lifted the cupcake up to inspect it. âMaybe theyâre tellinâ us weâre having a little Niall?â
Harryâs eyes crinkled as he burst into laughter, clutching his chest. âGod help us if thereâs a little Irish guitar player in there.â
She grinned, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye. âYou think theyâll come out singinâ âMull of Kintyreâ?â
Harry laughed, covering his face with his hand. âFirst wordsâll be potato, just yâwatch.â He shook his head, still chuckling. âThis is what we get for trustinâ a bloody cupcake.â
She rolled her eyes, reaching for her bag on the counter. âShouldâve gone with the doctorâs letter instead of dessert.â After a moment of rummaging, she triumphantly held up the small, folded envelope, smiling. âAlright, now you ready?â
Harry nodded, moving closer, his hand resting gently over hers as she slowly unfolded the paper. They both took a breath, glancing at each other before reading the bold, printed words inside.
Right underneath a blurry ultrasound picture printed onto the visit summary, there it was written.
Fetal sex: Male
For a heartbeat, they both just stared at the words, the realization washing over them like a warm tide.
âA little boy,â Harry murmured, his voice filled with awe as he shook his head in disbelief. âWeâre gonna have a son.â
YNâs eyes sparkled as she looked at him, a wide smile breaking across her face. âA son,â she repeated softly, her hand covering his on her belly. Already, she could see himâa little boy with Harryâs eyes, his laughter, his kindness.
Harry swallowed, his own eyes misty as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, then resting his against hers. âThink weâre ready for him?â
She let out a soft laugh, brushing away a tear. âNot even close,â she whispered, her fingers lacing with his over her belly. âBut I think weâll do just fine.â
It was mid February by this point, a few weeks after celebrating Harryâs twenty-fifth birthday. The air had a sharp chill, and YN readjusted Harryâs oversized hoodie that hung off her growing frame, something that hid her bump well. They were dressed comfy and warm, Harry in a pair of sunnies with his hoodie pulled over his head. She nestled closer into her husband as they walked through the quiet side streets of London. Theyâd just finished lunch at their favorite cafĂŠ, savoring the rare chance to slip out together unnoticed. She pulled the hoodie over her head as a gust of wind brushed by.
âWish we had days like this more often,â Harry murmured, his fingers lacing through hers as they made their way back to the car. âJust us, yâknow?â
She smiled, leaning into him. âYou mean just the two of us and fetus?â
Harry squeaked out a laugh that sounded like the ones from his early days in the x-factor, squeezing her hand. âRight, fetus. Canât forget our little tagalong now.â
But as they turned onto the next street, something shiftedâa distant hum of voices, then a sharp click of a camera. Before they could react, the quiet street filled with flashes, and a group of paparazzi materialized around them, spilling onto the sidewalk.
It wasnât a swarm, just about five or so that were tipped off about Harry walking about the city in a pair of sunnies, as if that could keep him hidden.
âHarry! Harry! Just one photo!â A bald man shouted, pushing forward. The camera flashes came in rapid succession, blinding in the midday light.
He immediately shifted, drawing YN closer to his side, his hand protectively resting into her waist as he tried to steer her forward. âAlright, mate, thatâs close enough,â he called out, his voice tense but calm.
âHarry, are the rumors true?â another voice shouted, barely inches from them, more cameras held up like a barrier.
âJust please let us through, yeah?â Harryâs voice was firmer now, his hand moving to shield YNâs face, pressing her into his chest as the crowd closed in tighter.
A jostle from the side sent her stumbling, and Harryâs arm tightened around her, his jaw clenched. âHey, enough!â he barked, his voice sharper than sheâd ever heard it. He guided her forward, his body acting as a buffer as he tried to clear a path.
âJust one shot, Harry!â a paparazzo persisted, his lens pointed squarely at YN, his hand cupping her cheek as he pressed her face further into his chest, her heart pounding as she held onto Harry.
He shot a glare of his shoulder, jaw clenched as he remained silent, maneuvering his wife past the cameras, his hand never leaving her. He kept his eyes trained ahead as he led her through the last stretch to his car.
Finally reaching the door, he opened it for her, a quick but steady gesture, ushering her in and following right after. The cameras pressed in one last time as he shut the door firmly, finally sealing them off from the swarm outside.
Inside, the car was quiet, insulated from the chaos that still buzzed outside, windows tinted as legally possible. YN let out a shaky breath, her hands in her hoodie pocket as she glanced over at Harry. His face was flushed, a mix of worry and lingering frustration in his eyes.
âYou okay?â He asked, his voice gentler now, his hand pulling hers out of the pocket, thumb brushing over her knuckles as he studied her face.
She nodded with a faint smile, trying to steady herself. âNot our first rodeo, H.â She tried to joke. And it was true, it surely wasnât the first time theyâve been bombarded by paps. YN wasnât famous prior to meeting Harry, a smart girl as beautiful as she, he simply couldnât ignore.
She was a friend of Anneâs best friendâs daughter, bumping into each other at a family gathering in 2014, immediately becoming close friends. He offered her a ride home that night, and when she thanked him profusely and offered to give him gas money, he knew then and there he was going to fall in love with this woman.
Fans and paps galore started delving into her life in late 2015, when a grainy picture of them kissing at a bar after a London show exploded on twitter. Since then, she always known about the lack of privacy in Harryâs life. And honestly, sheâs still trying to adjust to it.
He exhaled, his fingers tightening around hers. âHate that they got that close to you. Wish theyâd just..â He trailed off, clenching his jaw as he glanced out the window, his gaze hardening when he saw the cameras still lingering in the distance.
She squeezed his hand, her voice soft. âItâs alright, baby. Iâm alright.â She could see the tension in his shoulders slowly easing, though he still held her hand as if anchoring himself. âThey donât know, and thatâs okay for now. Itâs just us, remember?â
Harry nodded as he pulled from the curb, driving down the narrow street toward the red light. He turned back to her, his green eyes softening, and he nodded slowly. âJust us. Right.â His shoulders relaxed a little more, a trace of a smile returning to his face as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead while the light was still red.
But before he could pull away, she let out a small gasp, eyes widening as she felt a firm, insistent little nudge low on her belly. She looked up at him, her own hand moving instinctively to her bump.
Green illuminated over them, a honking echoing from behind as he froze in concern. âWhat?â He breathed, turning a corner to head to the grocery store in the distance, seeking a temporary refuge in the parking lot. He glanced between YN and the road, heart beating in his ears. âBaby, whatâs wrong?â He raised his voice, though it wasnât out of anger, just an anxiety that threatened to boil over.
She shook her head, her face breaking into a soft smile. âNothingâs wrong, Harry. He just kicked.â
Harryâs eyes lit up instantly, his frustration melting away as he stared at her, a grin forming slowly. âHe did?â
She nodded, pulling his hand to her belly as he parked. âRight here. Just now.â
He held his breath, his palm pressed against her bump, waiting. And there it was againâa tiny but unmistakable kick, nudging firmly against his hand.
Harryâs face broke into a radiant smile, his whole expression softening with awe. âOi, thereâs my little striker,â he mused, his voice thick with affection as he looked down at her belly. âWeâll have you in a Man United kit before youâre out of nappies, wonât we?â
She laughed, his words melting away the last traces of tension from the encounter outside. âGetting a bit ahead of yourself, arenât you? Picking his team and all?â
He grinned, his eyes crinkling with pure excitement. âNo chance heâll be an Arsenal player.. First kicks mean weâve got a future midfielder on our hands, yeah?â He grinned, âDads gonna make sure yâgot the right colors on you, bub.â
YN couldnât help but laugh, her heart swelling as she watched the joy take over his face. She reached up, tucking a curl behind his ear, her fingers lingering against his cheek. âHeâs already got you wrapped around his tiny little foot.â
Harry chuckled, leaning in to kiss her, his hand still resting against her belly, feeling another small nudge. âSâpose Iâll let him get away with it. Just this once.â
*
March arrived in a blink.
It was early, the kind of early that still belonged to the night, when Harryâs phone buzzed on the bedside table. The world outside was still draped in darkness, the streets silent, as if London itself hadnât quite woken up. Harry stirred, slowly pulled from the depths of sleep by the vibration of his phone. He squinted in the dim light, his vision blurry, barely able to make out the name on the screen. Jeff.
With a quiet sigh, Harry picked up the phone, pressing it to his ear and trying to shake off the last bits of sleep that clung to him. He glanced over to YN, who lay nestled beside him, her breathing soft and even, lost in a peaceful slumber. Gently, he reached out and brushed his fingers along her cheek, a tired but adoring smile tugging at his lips. She stirred slightly, her head nuzzling into his hand, and he felt a warmth rise in his chest. Moments like this felt sacred, untouched by the outside world.
But then Jeffâs voice broke through the stillness, sharp and apologetic.
âHarry,â Jeff said, his tone low and serious, as if he wished he were calling for any other reason. âListen, I hate to do this to you, but weâve got a situation.â
Harry straightened, a cold feeling settling in his stomach. âWhat is it, mate?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, unwilling to wake YN just yet. He kept his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing gently along her skin, grounding himself as he listened.
âThereâs a magazine,â Jeff continued with a hesitant sigh. âThey got photos of you and YN leaving the clinic yesterday after the ultrasound. Theyâre planning to release them tomorrowânoon sharp.â
The words hit him like a punch to the gut. Harryâs jaw tightened after he took a shaky breath, his eyes falling back on YN, still blissfully asleep. Theyâd planned everything so carefully, wanting to share the news of their son on their own terms. Theyâd waited for the perfect moment, wanting to protect this piece of their life from the relentless intrusion of the outside world. And now, it was slipping out of their hands.
âTomorrow?â he murmured, his heart pounding. He felt a surge of anger rising, and he closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. Jeff waited in silence on the other end of the line, letting him process the news.
âYeah,â Jeff said softly. âI wanted to give you a heads-up. Figured youâd want to tell people yourselves, do it in a way that feels right.â
Harry nodded, even though Jeff couldnât see him, his fingers still resting on YNâs cheek, feeling the soft warmth of her skin. âThanks, Jeff,â he finally whispered, his voice tight. âIâllâermâweâll figure it out.â
He ended the call and placed the phone back on the table, his shoulders slumping as he tried to process what to do next. He looked down at YN, her face peaceful in the darkness, and he felt a pang of guilt at the thought of waking her. She deserved this moment of rest, free from worry and the weight of the world pressing in on them. But he knew he couldnât keep this from her. Not when it was about their son.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his hand moving to cradle her cheek as he murmured softly, âBaby, wake up.â
She stirred, her brows knitting together as she blinked up at him, still half-asleep, a faint smile gracing her lips as she registered his face. âH?â she whispered, her voice groggy and warm. âWhat time is it?â
âToo early,â he murmured, his own voice weighed down by the news he had to deliver. âSorry tâwake you, but thereâs something we need tâtalk about.â
Her eyes focused, a flicker of concern replacing the drowsiness as she sat up a bit, her hand resting on his. âWhatâs wrong?â
Harry took a deep breath, brushing a thumb across her cheek. âItâs the pictures,â he paused with a sigh, âfrom yesterday, after our appointment. Paparazzi took photos, and theyâre planning to release them by noon tomorrow.â
The weight of his words settled over her, and she let out a quiet sigh, her gaze dropping to the bed. Theyâd known this was a possibilityâtheir lives were never entirely privateâbut it didnât make it any easier to swallow. She leaned into his touch, her fingers lacing through his as they both sat there in the stillness of the early morning, grappling with the realization that their hand was being forced.
âWhat do we do?â she asked softly, looking up at him with a mixture of worry and sadness.
Harryâs hand moved to hold hers, his grip gentle but steady. âWe tell everyone ourselves. Today. Weâll release it before they can, on our own terms.â He paused, his voice softening. âItâs not what we planned, but, at least we can still share him with the world our way.â
YN gave him a small nod, her eyes meeting his with a quiet resilience. They both knew they didnât have any other choice. She leaned into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they took a moment to steady themselves, finding strength in each other.
âOkay,â she murmured after a beat. âI trust you.â
They spent the next hour in the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom, talking about how to share the news. Eventually, Harry decided on something simple, something that would feel personal without giving too much away. He reached for his phone and opened the photo gallery, scrolling until he found the ultrasound image from their last appointment. It was a grainy black-and-white shot, but to him, it was beautifulâa glimpse of their son, small and precious, already loved beyond measure.
He glanced at YN, who gave him a reassuring nod, and then he took a deep breath, opening Instagram. With his fingers hovering over the screen, he crafted the caption, choosing each word carefully, his heart pounding in his chest.
Iâve been waiting to share this part of our journey with you all for a while now. YN and I are expecting a son, and we couldnât be happier to welcome him into the world soon. Thank you for your love and supportâcanât wait for you to meet him.
Love, H
He read it over, then looked at YN, who leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. She gave him a small smile, her fingers brushing his arm. âItâs perfect, babyâ
With a final deep breath, he hit post, setting the phone down and letting out a long, steadying exhale. They sat there in the quiet of their room, wrapped up in each other as the reality of what theyâd just done settled over them. This was the first time they were sharing their son with the world, and it felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
Within moments, notifications began to flood in, messages of excitement, love, and support from fans around the world who had been waiting eagerly for news like this. Harry glanced at YN, his hand finding hers once more as he gave her a small, relieved smile.
âCats outâv the bag.â He laughed softly.
She leaned into him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âThey love you, H. Theyâll love him, too.â She reassured.
As the sun finally began to rise outside their window, casting a gentle warmth over the room, Harry held her close, feeling a sense of peace he hadnât expected. Despite the forced timing, despite the circumstances, they had done this together. And from this moment on, they would continue this journ, hand in hand, as a family.
Weeks passed by, and it another chilly March evening, and soft candlelight flickered in the bathroom, casting a warm glow over the walls as steam rose lazily from the tub. The couple sat tucked into the water, surrounded by a mountain of bubbles that floated between them. The bathroom was cozy as Harryâs arms wrapped around her from behind, she leaned back against his chest, her bump nestled between them.
Heâd insisted on running the bath for her, adding just the right amount of lavender oil to soothe her muscles, and now they were enveloped in that warm, calming scent, the soft sounds of water lapping around them. Harryâs hands rested gently on her belly, his fingers tracing light circles over the stretched skin as he hummed contentedly, clearly lost in thought.
After a few minutes of quiet, he dipped his head to press a kiss to her shoulder, murmuring, âYou know, we havenât really settled on a name yet.â
YN grinned, biting back a laugh. "Sure we have. Fetus Stylesâdonât you remember?â
Harry groaned dramatically, his head falling back against the tub. "God help this boy."
She chuckled, turning her head to look at him. "Fine, fine. So, what do you have in mind, love?"
Harry hummed thoughtfully, his fingers still tracing light circles over her bump. "I dunno. Something that isnât Fetus or something basic, like David.â
"Otis?" she suggested with a playful smirk. She knew he hated the name.
He snorted, his chest vibrating against her back, shaking his head. "Baby, Otis is the name of that big slobbery dog at the park. Our son deserves better than being named after a drool machine."
She playfully splashed a few bubbles toward him, her laughter filling the room.. "Alright, alright. So, we're vetoing Otis and Fetus, oh wise one.â
âGood,â he said, lowering his head ever so slightly and nibbling her shoulders gently. âSo, what else is on your list, then?â
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to recall some of the names sheâd been turning over in her mind. âI do like Ezra.â
âEzra,â he repeated, as if tasting the sound of it. âItâs alright. But it sounds like heâd be in a jazz band or something.â
âMaybe heâll be in a jazz band,â she countered, grinning as she nudged his arm. âA little musician just like his dad.â
Harry hummed, his fingers lightly drumming a rhythm against her belly. âAlright, fair point. Ezra can be a maybe. What else?â
She let out a thoughtful hum, swirling her hand through the bubbles. âWhat about August?â
âAugustâs alright I guess,â he said slowly, tilting his head as he considered it. âBut I donât know. August Styles..feels like heâd be a mischievous little troublemaker.â
âLike his dad, you mean?â she teased, glancing up at him with a knowing smile.
He grinned, shrugging. âIf he takes after me, heâll definitely be one,â he admitted, pressing a kiss to her temple. âBut I dunno. Still doesnât feel quite right. But I do like the idea of an A name.â
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, each of them lost in their thoughts as the water lapped softly around them. Harryâs hands moved back to her belly, his touch gentle and reverent, as if he were trying to connect with their son through the warm water and the growing curve of her bump. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the warmth of the bath and the feeling of his arms around her.
After a while, Harry spoke again, his voice soft and thoughtful. âWhat about Atlas?â
YN opened her eyes, blinking up at him, a smile tugging at her lips. âAtlas?â
âYeah.â He shifted slightly, his hand still resting on her belly as he looked at her, his eyes warm. âItâs strong, yâknow? Unique. I like the idea of him having a name that feels like he could carry the world if he wanted to.â
YN let the name settle, repeating it to herself, and feeling it take root, becoming more than just a word. âAtlas Styles,â she said softly, letting the sound roll off her tongue. âIt fits him, I think. Strong like his kicks.â She giggled.
Harryâs face lit up as he grinned down at her, his dimples deepening, a twinkle of something unspoken sparking in his eyes. âExactly,â he murmured, trailing a hand gently over her bump. âAtlas Styles. Got the name of a proper legend already. Manchester United should be countinâ themselves lucky.â
YN laughed again, rolling her eyes as she turned to face him. âOh, really? Our boy is still going to save Manchester United, is he?â
âObviously,â Harry said, his grin widening. âJust imagine itâAtlas Styles, midfield maestro, dominating the pitch. The crowd chanting his name.â He mimics the sound of a roaring crowd in a hush, ââAtlas! Atlas!â He chanted in a whisper, âUnited will have never seen anything like him. Theyâd be winning the league every season with a name like that.â
She shook her head, fighting a laugh as she slipped a few bubbles onto his nose. âRight, because he wonât be busy enough carrying the world. Heâll just take Manchester United on his back too?â
Harry shrugged, brushing the bubbles away with a look of mock seriousness. âOur little Atlas can handle it all. With a name like that, heâll be unstoppable.â He leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. âBut, if heâs not into football, I sâpose thatâs alright too.â
YN smiled, squeezing his hand, warmth spreading through her as she thought of their little Atlas and all the dreams they had for himâfootballer or not, world-bearer or not, he would be loved beyond measure.
*
The rain pattered softly against the window as April rolled in, casting a gentle gray light over the nursery. YN stood by the door, watching Harry wrestle with the crib pieces scattered across the floor. She cradled her belly, which had grown significantly in the last month. Her due date was set for mid-May, only a few weeks away, and she could feel the weight of their son settling lower, as if he, too, was getting ready for the journey ahead.
Harry sat cross-legged on the floor, brow furrowed in intense concentration as he squinted at the instruction manual. The crib, which he had eagerly declared would be a breeze to assemble, now looked more like puzzle pieces that lay scattered around him, screws and wooden slats in disarray, as he muttered under his breath.
âAre you sure you donât want me to help?â YN asked with a soft grin, leaning against the doorway as she watched him struggle.
He looked up, shooting her a playful glare. âIâve got it, thanks,â he insisted, though he seemed far from convinced himself. He twisted a screwdriver, only for the wood to creak ominously in protest. Harryâs cheeks flushed, and YN bit her lip, stifling a laugh.
âSure you do,â she teased, crossing her arms over her bump. âMaybe our son will be crawling by the time you figure that out.â
Harry chuckled, dropping the screwdriver with a resigned sigh. âAlright, alright,â he said, running a hand through his curls as he gave her a dramatic pout. âGo on, laugh at the man trying his best to be a good dad. Just what I need, huh?â
She laughed, stepping into the room to get a closer look at his progressâor lack thereof. âYouâre doing great, honey,â she said, her tone light. âMaybe just⌠not great at building cribs?â
He rolled his eyes, but the hint of a grin played at the corners of his mouth. âYouâre lucky Iâm too tired to argue,â he mumbled. Then, before she could respond, he reached out, gently tugging her down to sit beside him.
âHey!â she gasped, though she let him guide her down, leaning into his arms. Her back rested against his chest, and Harry wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.
He maneuvered her gently onto the carpet, hovering over as his hands resting on either side of her, leaning close, his face only inches from hers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âMaybe I should distract you so yâcanât mock me,â he murmured, his voice teasing.
Before she could respond, he started peppering her face with kissesâone on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin. She squealed, laughing as he continued, his lips brushing against her skin, his stubble tickling her and sending her into a fit of giggles.
âHarry!â she gasped between breaths, her hands on his shoulders as she tried to squirm away. âYouâre ridiculous!â
âRidiculous?â he repeated, grinning as he planted a kiss just above her lips. âMaybe. But itâs working, isnât it?â
She gave him a playful shove, but he only laughed, pulling her closer as he trailed his kisses down to her neck, the weight of him comforting as he hovered over her, his hands gentle on her sides. Finally, when her laughter had softened, he leaned back just enough to look into her eyes, his gaze warm and full of affection.
God, how he loved her.
After a moment, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb lingering on her cheek. âAlright,â he said with a sigh, glancing over at the mess of crib parts. âMaybe I could use those hands of yours.â
YN smiled, brushing her hand down his chest. âHm,â she hummed, âwhere?â
âOi!â The brunette giggled, swatting her wandering hand away as he sat up, shifting to be beside her. âWicked woman, you are. Get to work.â
She huffed, although there was no anger residing in her. Maybe an ache between her thighs, but thatâs something she could sort out with her husband later. She sat up, sitting cross legged beside Harry as he reached for the instruction manual.
The two of them sat side by side on the nursery floor, her hand resting over his as they sorted through the crib parts. Harry studied the instructions once more, pointing out the next few steps with a renewed confidence that was helped by her steady presence beside him. YN held the pieces steady while Harry carefully tightened each screw, the two of them working together, their laughter filling the room whenever something went slightly wrong.
Finally, after some teamwork, a bit of trial and error, and more than a few shared smiles, they placed the last piece into place, and the crib stood finished in front of them. They both sat back, admiring their handiwork, their hands intertwined as they took in the sight of the nursery coming together, piece by piece.
Harry looked over at YN, his gaze soft as he took in her face, still flushed from laughter. âNot bad for a couple of first-timers, huh?â
She leaned her head on his shoulder, holding her hands out in front of them and wiggling her fingers. âThanks to these.â
He snorted, gently taking her chin in his grasp to force her to look at him. âShut up and kiss me.â
As time passed by quicker than ever, spring took the city by full force, it was finally May. Flowers bloomed in their garden, trees shook with the delicate breeze of a looming summer. The sun fell behind the hills later and later, still offering a golden glow as they ate dinner.
A gentle rain drummed against the windows as YN and Harry shared a cozy dinner on the sofa, the warm light of a movie and fading sunlight flickering across their faces. They were nestled together, plates balanced on laps (and bump) as they laughed at an old comedy. Outside, the world felt comfortably distant. Everything about this moment felt ordinary, like the calm before a long-anticipated storm.
But YN hadnât been entirely honest with Harry tonight. She had felt a dull ache creeping into her lower back and belly since late afternoon, a sensation she had brushed off as yet another round of Braxton Hicks contractions. Her OB had warned her that false alarms would be common in these final weeks, and sheâd already had a few where theyâd rushed to the hospital only to be sent back home. So tonight, sheâd told herself that it was nothingâjust her body practicing, nothing more. But as they watched the movie, she found herself shifting uncomfortably, her breaths deepening whenever another wave rolled through her.
The contractions had grown stronger as they ate, each one hitting her lower back with a dull, throbbing ache before tightening sharply across her belly. She bit her lip, forcing a smile whenever Harry glanced her way, trying to play it off. But she couldnât ignore the way her body tensed or the cold bead of sweat she felt on her brow as she worked to stay composed.
As they finished their dinner, Harry stretched and stood, gathering their plates with a grin. âThink Iâll wash these up. You just sit there and relax, yeah?â
She smiled, nodding as he carried their dishes into the kitchen. He hummed softly to himself as he washed the plates, oblivious to the intensity of the pain building within her. She took a deep breath, gripping the edge of the sofa as a new wave hit, this one sharper than before, radiating from her lower back and spreading between her hips, each pulse making her muscles contract and tighten. She fought to keep her breathing steady, her mind racing as she tried to convince herself it was nothing.
But then, as she watched Harry rinse a glass, her vision blurred with another wave of painâdeeper, sharper, as if her body was tightening from the inside out. Her breath hitched, and this time she couldnât hide the small gasp that escaped her. She braced herself against the sofa, her fingers digging into the fabric as she fought to breathe through it.
Harry looked over, his brow furrowing as he noticed the tension on her face. He set the glass down in the sink, wiping his hands on a towel as he stepped back into the living room. âLove?â he asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice. âYou alright?â
She forced a smile, trying to play it off, but her voice came out strained. âIâm fine. Justââ She grunted, âBraxton Hicks, I think.â But even as she spoke, it was like an aftershock of an earthquake, stealing her breath, the pain sharper than before. Her hand flew to her belly, fingers pressing down instinctively, and she had to close her eyes, focusing all her energy on breathing through it.
Harryâs eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he knelt beside her, his hand moving to rest on her knee. âThat doesnât look like Braxton Hicks,â he said gently, his voice laced with concern. âHow longâs this been going on?â
She hesitated, looking down as she tried to keep her breathing composed. âSinceâ since earlier this afternoon,â she admitted, wincing as the pain reached its peak, leaving her feeling helpless and raw. âI thought it was nothing, really. But itâsâI dunnoâ itâs getting worse.â
Harryâs face shifted from concern to something closer to alarm. He was quiet for a moment, clearly trying to process her words, before his gaze softened, and he slid his hand to hers, squeezing it gently. âAlright,â he murmured, his voice steadying. âWeâre not going to take any chances.â
YN nodded, relief flooding her at the calm resolve in his voice, but as she tried to stand, another contraction gripped herâthis time harder than any before. It started as a dull ache that quickly sharpened into an almost searing pressure, as though her whole belly was clenching in waves she couldnât control. She gasped, her knees buckling slightly as she clutched Harryâs arm.
Harryâs eyes widened as he caught her, his face shifting into a worried frown. âItâs happening, isnât it?â he whispered, almost to himself, before shaking off the shock and focusing on her. He wrapped an arm around her, guiding her back down to the sofa with a gentle firmness. âWeâre going tâbreathe through this one, yeah? Just like we practiced.â
She clung to his hand, squeezing hard as she fought to steady her breathing, but the pain was relentless, each wave feeling sharper than the last. Her body felt like it was working against her, every muscle tightening until she was gasping, unable to fully catch her breath. She buried her face against his shoulder, her voice a shaky whisper. âH, this hurts more than I thought it would.â
He brushed a hand through her hair, his voice soft but unwavering as he held her close. âI know, baby. Youâre doing so well. Just focus on breathing, alright? Iâve got you.â
As the contraction faded, she managed to catch her breath, slumping slightly against him, feeling a mix of exhaustion and dread for what was coming next. She felt his hand at the small of her back, steadying her, and she was grateful for the warmth of his touch, the calm he radiated even as she could see the worry flickering in his eyes.
âWeâre calling the OB,â he said, his voice gentle but firm. âThis doesnât feel like false labor, does it?â
She shook her head, unable to deny the reality that had settled in. âNo..I think this is real.â
Harryâs face softened, a mix of pride and worry as he watched her breathe through everything. When the pain passed, he took her face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek. âOkay,â he whispered, his voice steady. âWeâre going to get you through this, love. One breath at a time.â
With that, he stood, reaching for his phone and dialing their OB, staying right by her side as the call connected. He answered each of the doctorâs questions carefully, glancing at YN between each answer, his hand never leaving hers. After a few minutes, he hung up and turned back to her, a mixture of excitement and resolve in his gaze.
âShe says it sounds like early labor,â he told her softly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. âWeâre going tâthe hospital. Just you and me, hm?â
YN nodded, taking a steadying breath as she leaned into him, his strength anchoring her. With Harryâs arms wrapped around her, she knew that she had everything she needed to get through this.
The rain had softened to a gentle drizzle as Harry helped YN into the car, settling her carefully into the passenger seat, his hands gentle but steady. Her breaths were deep and focused, each one an effort to keep herself calm as the contractions continued, not close enough to urge a rush but strong enough to leave her nerves buzzing with anticipation. Harry buckled her in, his gaze warm and reassuring as he brushed his hand over her shoulder.
âYouâre doing great, sweet girl,â he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. âNext stop, hospital. Just you, me, and our little Atlas.â
YN managed a faint smile, squeezing his hand as he lingered beside her for a moment before closing the door and sliding into the driverâs seat. The car pulled away from their quiet street, its headlights cutting through the misty drizzle, as they made their way into the city. She leaned her head back against the seat, focusing on the rhythm of the rain tapping against the windows, letting the steady sound settle her mind.
As they drove, Harry glanced over at her frequently, his hand occasionally drifting from the wheel to hold hers. âLet me know if you need anything, yeah?â he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. âOr if I need to pull over. Anything at all.â
He rambled when he was nervous.
YN nodded, keeping her eyes closed, breathing slowly. Another contraction started, gripping her with that same deep ache that radiated from her back to her belly. She clenched his hand, squeezing as she focused on her breathing, her fingers white-knuckling against his. It was painful, but she willed herself to relax, to breathe through the intensity, letting her breath match the gentle rhythm of the rain.
Harry squeezed her hand back, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. âOut of all women in the world who gave birth, youâre the most beautiful.â He smiled warily. His stupid compliment even made him want to smack himself upside the head. But he looked at his wife expectantly.
When the contraction passed, she released a shaky breath. Part of her wanted to shoot daggers into him with a glare, but looking at that goofy smile she fell in love with, the way his cheeks flushed pink and eyes looked unsure, she couldnât. She mustered out a weak, breathy laugh.âShut up.â She whispered.
They reached the hospital, and Harry pulled up to the lot, parking the car before rushing around to help her out. He wrapped an arm around her, guiding her through the automatic doors, his gaze steady and protective as he led her to the reception desk. The lobby was quiet, lit by soft fluorescent lights that made the polished floors gleam. Harry gently rubbed her back as they reached the counter, where a man with glasses and a walkie looked up with a polite smile.
âHi,â Harry said, his voice calm but firm, âweâre here for an admission. Our OB requested it.â He grinned lightly, seeking to be polite despite his nerves. He gave his wifeâs name through his smile.
The receptionist nodded, typing something into the computer before glancing back at YN, who was gripping Harryâs hand, her face pale and tense. After a moment, the man looked up. âAlright, we have you here. Just a moment.â
He picked up the phone, speaking briefly with someone before hanging up and nodding toward them. âPatient transport is on the way. Weâll get you into a wheelchair and up to the maternity ward to get settled.â
Harry thanked him, his hand resting on the small of her back, he murmured, âyâdoing so well, my sweet girl.â
She leaned into him, exhaling a shaky breath as another mild contraction started to creep in, but before she could fully brace herself, a transport worker arrived with a wheelchair.
Harry helped her ease down into it, kneeling beside her and brushing his thumb over her hand. She looked down at him, her expression a mix of pain and determination. âIâm alright,â she whispered, her words braver than she felt.
He met her gaze, his eyes full of pride and unwavering support. âI know you are,â he said softly, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before he stood and walked beside her as they made their way to the elevator. The ride up was quiet, each floor lighting up in sequence as they ascended to the maternity ward, and she found herself counting each breath, each second, each floor, until they finally reached the unit.
Once inside the labor and delivery ward, they were greeted by a nurse who led them into a dimly lit room that felt strangely peaceful, its walls painted a soft pink, the lights warm and low. The nurse introduced herself, her voice calm and soothing as she helped YN settle onto the bed, helping her into a hospital gown before taking her vital signs and asking a series of questions, jotting down notes while Harry sat by her side, holding her hand.
âLetâs get you as comfortable as we can,â the nurse said gently, adjusting the bedâs settings. âNow, youâre still in early labor, so weâre going to monitor you closely, but it could be a while yet.â
YN nodded, feeling both grateful and anxious at the prospect of waiting. The contractions continued, rolling in like waves, growing in intensity but not yet regular enough to signal active labor. Each one required her full focus; she found herself closing her eyes, breathing deeply as she squeezed Harryâs hand, centering herself with each wave of pain.
Hours passed, the pain deepening with each contraction as her body adjusted, stretching and preparing for the arrival of their son. The nurse checked in periodically, taking notes, adjusting her position, and checking her dilation with gentle reassurance, but progress was slow. The contractions were more frequent now, each one a sharp, relentless pressure that seemed to radiate from deep within her, pulling her to the very edge of her endurance.
Harry never left her side, his hand a steady anchor as he held hers, his voice low and soothing, guiding her through each breath. âI love you,â he whispered, his forehead resting against hers as they breathed together. âJust a bit longer, yeah? You got it.â
At one point, the pain became so overwhelming that she couldnât bear to sit still. Harry helped her stand, wrapping his arms around her as she leaned into him, her face pressed against his chest. Her arms draped over his shoulders, clinging to him as she rocked back and forth, swaying through each contraction, finding relief in the gentle rhythm. He whispered words of encouragement, his hands rubbing her back as she trembled against him, each wave of pain stealing her breath and leaving her gasping.
âThatâs it, baby,â he murmured, his voice a steady hum that she latched onto, focusing on the warmth of his words as the pain pulsed through her. âJust lean on me. Iâve got you.â
She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the pain reached a peak, her knees weakening under the weight of it. But Harry held her up, his arms strong and steady, supporting her fully as she swayed, letting the movement carry her through each contraction. She pressed her forehead into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, grounding her, keeping her anchored in the storm of pain.
When the nurse checked again, the news was dishearteningâonly a few more centimeters dilated. YN felt exhaustion beginning to creep in, the hours of labor sapping her strength, but Harry was there, brushing damp strands of hair from her face, whispering soft reassurances as she closed her eyes, her head resting against his shoulder.
As the hours ticked by, the contractions grew sharper, more intense, each one like a wave crashing against her, forcing her to draw deeper into herself just to withstand the pain. Harry eased her back onto the bed, pulling a mask toward her face, releasing a gas that would help the pain. Her mind blurred under the relentless rhythm of labor. Yet, every time she opened her eyes, he was thereâhis gaze steady, his hand in hers, his words like an anchor.
She held the mask to her face with her other hand, breathing it in deeply. As backward as it sounded, even laboring and pushing out a baby, the thought of a seven inch needle being put into her spine scared her even more. The thought of an epidural was tempting, being numbed from the waist downâbut it made her stomach churn with anxiety, too. She had enough of that already, so she stuck to the gas.
YN lifted the gas from her nose, staring at Harry through half lidded eyes. âCanât wait to have sex with you in six weeks.â She mumbled, her voice hazy.
Harry eased the mask back onto her, his cheeks growing red from her clouded words. He let out a breathy laugh, âOkay, one step at a time, hm?â
At last, as dawn began to break outside, the sunlight bleak, barely there. The nurseâs expression shifted as she checked YNâs progress. She smiled, looking up with gentle relief. âWeâre almost there,â she said softly. âJust a little bit longer.â
Harryâs face lit up, his eyes shining as he looked down at YN, his voice soft and full of pride. He pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead, brushing strands of her hair back. âHear that? Final stretch, baby.â
YN nodded, too exhausted to respond, but the warmth in his eyes gave her the strength to keep going. With every ounce of willpower she had left, she faced the final contractions, the pain almost blinding but her determination carrying her through, and Harryâs voice guiding her every step of the way.
Once she was ten centimeters, a team rushed in. Two nurses and the OB. Her legs were placed into stirrups, her gown bunched up over her tummy.
It was the longest, most intense thirteen hours of her life, but as she felt the final waves of pain, the medical staff guided her through the last moments, she clung to Harry, his hand a lifeline, his presence a comfort that wrapped around her like a shield. And with one last surge, a cry filled the room, and she knew it was all worth it.
âOh.â She whimpered, her own cry emitting from her as her son was placed onto her bare chest for the first time. A nurse wiped him down as he wriggled against YN, Harry leaning down by her shoulder, staring in awe.
That was his boy, his son. A piece of him and the love of his life brought forth into the world. He wouldnât be able to explain the feeling he felt as he flickered his gaze between his wifeâs and Atlasâs.
Sparse stands of brown locks sat atop his head, a color matching his fathers. He gently placed his hand atop it, his thumb rubbing against his forehead as the little boy continued to cry.
His eyes resembled his mothers, as did his nose. But everything else? That was all Harry. He cooed at him, whispering soft nothings to to his baby boy before the nurse approached him with medical scissors. âWould you like to cut the cord, dad?â
Dad.
Butterflies surged through his tummy.
He drew a deep breath, looking at YN for silent encouragement, to which she only smiled at him. Her husband, the father of her son.
He gently grabbed the scissors from the nurse, hesitantly approaching where he was told to cut. He looked at his Atlas who seemed to calm down a bit, slowly coming to terms with being brought out into the world. He steadied himself, and then with a delicate snip, he cut the cord.
As he handed them back to the nurse, he let out a breath he didnât know he was holding, the enormity of the moment settling over him. He looked down at the two he loved most in the world, lightly grasping onto his little feet and silently counting his tiny toes.
âSit.â YN softly ordered, holding the boy against her chest with one hand and patting the small spot beside her with the other.
He nodded slowly, easing himself down into the spot after lowering the right side bar so heâd fit. He leaned against YN, his feet still upon the floor.
The baby was swaddled into a pale blue blanket before she handed him over to Harry, his heart melting instantly. He cradled him against his chest, tucking his head down to place delicate kisses on his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. âI love you so much.â He whispered, hesitantly ripping his gaze away from his son onto his wife.
His lip quivered as he placed a kiss against her sweaty hair, âThank you so much.â His voice was delicate, a murmur. âI owe you everything.â
This was all he needed. His heart swelled with a love so profound, it felt almost overwhelming, as if the sheer depth of it might consume him. It was a love that stretched beyond anything heâd known, powerful enough to break him apart and put him back together all at once. But he embraced it, letting it fill every part of him, savoring each precious drop. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt exactly where he was meant to be.
This was home.
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