May 2
they were already like an old married couple at age fifteen god someone sedate me
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they were already like an old married couple at age fifteen god someone sedate me
SHOWERHEAD
SHOWERHEAD SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP
I have a little reason to celebrate - today is exactly 6 months since I've been obsessed with shadowsapphire. I think that deserves a cake💙💜
(in fact today was not good day... I worked 12 hours, I lost my comfort ring, my local store didn't have any cakes in the evening and the other stores were closed... but I'm happy bc I have two stupid pixel gays that I love dearly and can share my love for them with my small audience💕)
”I got two scene’s left in me”
but somehow over 300k words left of the already 435,743k word endo series
my brother in christ, it's 364,417k. if you're going to be annoyed with me, do it properly please
Today is a good day. For anyone that cares; I’m six months clean from self harm today. Just a year ago, I couldn’t see a normality where I didn’t hurt myself everyday. Now, it’s been six months since I last did it. I’m so proud of myself, despite everything I’ve been through, I’ve been fighting through it all. I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m finally happy.
To anyone who struggles right now; it will get better. If not now, then later. It takes time and willingness. Get the help you need. You deserve to feel happy 🤍
currently cooking a jyn/mon fic where jyn is the only survivor on scarif but by ‘cooking’ i mean i have several sentences in my notes app. so it’s more like marinating. or not even marinating—making a grocery list
—————— Let me worry enough for both of us ——————
Pairing: Heesung as your husband x reader
Summary: a small fight over her pregnancy turns into quiet apologies, soft kisses, and late-night promises to their daughter.
Warnings: pregnancy, minor argument, emotional angst, domestic conflict, soft fluff, brief crying, petnames >bby<
Words: 576
Smut: ❌
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The argument started quietly, which somehow made it hurt more.
Y/N had just set a box down on the kitchen counter when Heeseung walked in. It wasn’t heavy, not really—but the moment his eyes landed on it, his expression shifted.
“Baby,” he said, voice tight. “Why are you carrying that?”
She turned to him, already bracing herself. “I was just putting it away.”
“You shouldn’t be lifting things like that,” he replied, worry slipping into frustration. “You’re six months pregnant. With our daughter.”
The way he emphasized it made her chest tighten.
“I know that,” she said. “But I can still take care of myself.”
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “That’s the problem. You keep acting like nothing’s changed. You don’t rest enough anymore. You push yourself.”
Her eyes stung. “So now I don’t take care of myself?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s what it sounds like,” she whispered, arms instinctively wrapping around her stomach. “I already feel like everyone’s watching what I do, judging every move I make. I didn’t think you’d be one of them.”
That stopped him.
Heeseung’s shoulders dropped, the tension draining from his posture as he stepped closer. His voice softened. “Baby… I’m not judging you. I’m scared.”
She looked away, tears slipping free despite her trying to hold them back.
“I don’t want to fail her,” she admitted quietly. “Or you.”
His chest tightened painfully. He reached out slowly, cupping her face, thumbs brushing away her tears.
“You could never fail us,” he murmured. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek—then another, lingering this time. “You’re already an amazing mom.”
Her breath shook.
“I just don’t know how to love you without worrying,” he continued softly. “Every time I see you lift something heavy, all I can think about is how much I’d lose if something happened.”
She leaned into his touch, exhaustion replacing the anger. “I don’t need you to protect me from everything,” she whispered. “I just need you to trust me.”
He nodded immediately. “I do. I promise. Just… let me help more, okay? Let me take the heavy stuff. Let me take care of you.”
She gave a small, tired smile. “Okay, baby.”
Relief washed over his face. He pulled her into a careful embrace, pressing a kiss to her temple, then her cheek again—soft, apologetic, full of love.
Later that night, they lay together in bed, the world quiet again. Heeseung shifted closer, resting his hand over her stomach like it belonged there.
“Hey, princess,” he whispered.
Y/N smiled, fingers threading through his hair.
“It’s Daddy,” he continued, voice low and warm. “I know I get a little overprotective. But it’s only because I already love you so much.”
A gentle kick pressed against his palm.
He laughed softly. “Yeah, okay. I hear you.”
His hand smoothed over her belly. “Your mom is doing such a good job,” he murmured. “She’s strong and brave and taking such good care of you—even when she doesn’t feel like it.”
He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her stomach. Then another, softer one.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered. “But for now, stay right there. Safe. Loved. Always.”
He curled back up beside Y/N, arm wrapped around her, hand never leaving their daughter.
In the quiet, with his thumb tracing slow circles and his lips pressed against her cheek one last time, everything finally felt okay.
Fin
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Hello bubbles, I hope you like it since I know not everyone like the pregnancy trope, but since I enjoy it myself I wanted to give it a try!💕
Have good day, here smth to smile for:
(Suits my mood rn)
The countdown begins. In six months, return to Oz.