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It’s pool season again!!! 👙
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gleafer · 4 months
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To make up for the possibly trauma I have caused with the ANGSTAGEDDON comic.
And They Lived Happily Ever After.
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mrtobenamedlater · 3 months
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If by the time the 2024 Time’s Square ball drops on New Years Day this post has accrued more than 2024 notes I’ll write a sappy & cheesy G-rated love poem for my wife @authortobenamedlater and then shamelessly share it on here for all to see.
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mika213 · 1 year
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I was a menace on Twitter yesterday and did a little Twiyor Comic Doodle Saga.
“If cell phones existed in the SxF world”
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Don’t worry, later on Loid confronts Yor if she is aware what KYS means and they resolved the issue
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wifesarah · 2 months
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Who wants to meet up 🥰😌
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Hey can I ask? What will Jade and Ghost son/daughter would look like if they ever had a kid?
okay so this topic about Ghost and Jade's fam in the future has been asked like REPEATEDLY on my ask box since the dawn of Jade's creation LMAO
but thanks to @alypink I finally got to thinking about it and I finally had the time to to draw it! Here it goes! (❁´◡`❁)
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Ghost and Jade has three children, Andrew, Jay, and Orion.
Andrew Thomas Riley - (His middle name is named after his late uncle, Tommy) Face looks exactly like Jade, but with Ghost's hair and eye colors. Loves Manchester City so much and dreams of being like Kevin de Bruyne. He has a bright personality like Jade, but has Ghost's competitiveness. A bit annoying, but only he gets to tease his siblings. WOULD FIGHT for his siblings.
Grace Jael Riley - (named after her maternal grandma, Gracie Le Jardin). Her nickname is Jay (Jael ("jay-el") to differentiate her from her grandmother. Face looks exactly like Ghost, but with Jade's hair and eye colors. She's into music - playing guitars and pianos - and loves to write poems. Jay has Ghost's personality and much rather stay in the corners. Spends a lot of time with her grandparents. Jay has some scary ability to make people speak out their hearts to her (blackmail). Her grandma might have some explaining to do.
Orion Riley - A child of Greek descent from Jade's former orphanage where Ghost and Jade often volunteer in. Orion had similar circumstances with Ghost. Orion's father was a drug dealer and addict, and in his intoxicated state had killed his mother. The Rileys then took him as a foster. He is distant and fearful at first, but with the family's nurturing and warm environment, Orion starts to loosen up and finally feels the warmth of a family. VERY close with Ghost and Jay.
Soon after marrying, the Rileys live in Herefordshire, where the SAS residency is. Jade opened a branch of The Garden, and Ghost himself still works as an SAS soldier. Ghost's deployments are short periods, but a lot of deployments every year, so he tries to spend as much time as he can with his kids when he's home, like playing football with Andrew, singing with Jay (however... unique his voice is), and draw with Orion. The way the kids IMMEDIATELY falls asleep when Ghost's reading them bed time stories AAAAAAA.
A very equally disciplined and warm home, they have their shenanigans, but they work every issue out. The grandparents often come to visit and help Jade take care of the kids when Ghost is not home.
Former MI6 black agents from mom's side of the family, and full-on SAS operators for dad and the uncles. Safest group of kids on the planet.
So those are the Lovely Rileys! Hope you love it *(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*ଘ
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kulai · 3 months
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cant believe theyre canonly married sigh i love you sulemio
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gizgibim · 23 days
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tomodachiii · 4 months
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healing comes in small doses: fireworks
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pairing: husband! dad! kim mingyu x afab! reader
one, two, three
synopsis: your husband takes you and your little family on an evening out. they're everything you could ask for, but there's a gap in your chest you've yet to feel.
w.c: 4,3k
tags: npr, non idol!au, domestic fluff, established relationship, married life, dad!mingyu, you have a daughter, terms of endearment (baby, honey, eomma, appa), soft mingyu, fluff,
warnings: references of distant parents and tough upbringing (not the main pairing), references of tough parental discipline/physical abuse (i’m not diving deep into it, but i also wouldn’t call it abuse based on the context and the culture i was raised in. However, i will still put that tag out there for others who were raised in a different culture or principles. Please do not argue with me on this because spanking/slapping can be viewed differently for each culture. Even so and even then, i don’t encourage it.)
a/n: this is super self indulgent, domestic, and lots of family discussions. better get used to it when its me jhgkdfh. this was actually therapeutic for me to write and whether you came here for the fluff or not, i hope there's something meaningful you can pick up on. Also, let me know your thoughts or if i should start up a world for this couple like to build a home wonwoo. If you liked it, please reblog with tags so it reaches others, too. Enjoy :)
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Your fingers drum restlessly against your bag while you crane your neck towards the window, peering as far as you can see. The traffic seems to move slowly but steadily. Checking the digital display of the next bus stop, you quietly sigh when you realize it’ll be two more stops before you could reach home. Pulling out your phone, you shoot a quick text to Mingyu, knowing he’s waiting with your daughter for your arrival. Tonight would be the Seoul Fireworks Festival and you had both wanted to bring your toddler to see it. 
y/n💖: hey babe, running a little late. Stuck in traffic.
y/n💖: at this rate ill probably be there in fifteen minutes
It takes about a few minutes before your husband responds.
gyu 💗: no worries, baby. It was traffic on the way back from daycare too
gyu 💗: told ya i should have picked u up on the way 
y/n💖: ��but its fine! im literally in the opposite direction.
y/n💖: was seo ah okay tho?
gyu 💗: she was perfect, took a nap the entire time kkk
With the traffic in consideration, you calculate the time you would make it to Hangang river together. You’d need to do a quick change from your work outfit and get dinner on the way instead. Just as you were about to ask your husband to make sure Seo Ah was fed and changed when you get home, Mingyu sends you a photo that makes your heart flutter.
gyu 💗: look we’re matchy matchyyyy~
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It’s a photo of your two most favorite people in the world. Mingyu’s wavy locks are tucked into a springy ponytail on top of his head, his grin is wide, showing his canines and wrinkling his eyes. Your daughter, a spitting image of her father, has her chubby little hands clinging onto his dark sweatshirt. She’s looking at the camera, the top of her thick hair tied into a smaller springy ponytail, the ends curling like a heart. How he managed to touch her hair? You’ll never know but you’ll congratulate him later for doing the impossible task of taming your daughter’s hair without her yanking it free a minute later. 
Her pink pouty lips parted, eyes wide in wonder and you notice there’s a bib tucked beneath her chin. Seo Ah’s wearing her fluffy white turtleneck, a different set of clothes from what you had dressed her that morning before daycare.
Seemed like your husband already thought ahead of you.
You smile fondly, reacting to the photo with heart eyes and spamming the text with multiple heart-related emojis. Because that's all you felt looking at that photo, all the love you could possibly give. 
You save their selfie, putting it as a favorite in your gallery amongst all the other candid pictures you have of your little family. Among your favorites are of Mingyu shaving, his jaw thick with foam while Seo Ah sits on the bathroom counter, watching curiously and only because she was particularly clingy that morning. One where you’re taking a nap together on the couch that’s too small for your husband’s frame but he makes it fit with you on your side, tucked beneath his jaw and your daughter resting on top of his chest. The next frame however is when you wake up first, your eye is crinkled in amusement while over your shoulder, Mingyu is resting peacefully, jaw slack but your daughter’s chubby foot somehow made its way to his cheek. There’s one during Seo Ah’s first day in day care, her eyes are shining with tears, lips trembling, and her cheeks ruddy but when she sees the camera she does her absolute best to keep composed. You giggle at that, knowing how Mingyu’s knack for photography has gotten her used to her photos being taken. Finally, there’s one of you and your daughter, taken by your husband himself. You’re laying on the carpeted floor of her nursery, daughter crawled up to your chest, cupping your face with both her hands as she’s in mid squeal. You’re laughing too, and you can’t remember if you were laughing or grinning so widely. Mingyu made it his wallpaper and you complain that you could see your double chin from your position in that photo. He only raised a brow at you, asking you with utmost sincerity what that meant because he absolutely adored the looks of pure happiness in both your eyes. 
Something in your heart begins to hurt and mend itself.
You smile, tucking your phone into your pocket as you look out the window to watch how the traffic slowly picks up its speed.
You’re antsy, not out of exasperation but this time–the excitement to get home. 
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When you arrive home, you rush to chuck your shoes off and make a beeline past the kitchen where you can hear Mingyu’s voice cooing and your daughter’s unintelligible babbles about vegetables. She’s only two but she’s starting to repeat and recognize common words. Her first word being “Ma” much to your husband’s dismay as he dramatically fainted the first time she said it. 
You try to be discreet as you pass by, knowing that once your daughter sees you, its game over for you and you’ll never be able to change as quickly as you must. Even at a quick glance towards your figure brushing  through the hall, Mingyu sees you and his eyes immediately light up. You hold up a finger to your lips and point to your bedroom, mouthing that you need to get changed first. He nods, quickly understanding how fussy and clingy your little girl gets. 
Once you’ve finished getting dressed and freshening up in a record of ten minutes, you head back to the kitchen where you find Mingyu cleaning up while Seo Ah sits in her baby chair. At the sound of your footsteps, both of them look towards you in an adorably timed way. You smile at your daughter as she immediately squeals and reaches towards you. 
“Hello, my baby,” you coo warmly, picking her up and nuzzling your kisses into her plump cheeks, “I missed you today!”
Seo Ah starts babbling and giggling when you blow raspberries into her cheeks and arms. The sounds fill you with warmth and happiness, all the stress of the day melting away. 
“Look at you all ready to go!” you wiggle your finger across her sweater, vest, and bonnet. “Are you ready to see the fireworks then, Seo Ah-yah?” 
She nods with a toothy grin, her eyes twinkling, so much like her father. Speaking of, Mingyu clears his throat and you look over at him. He’s pouting at you, bottom lip jutted out and brows furrowed. You tilt your head in confusion, checking your surroundings–clean, your clothes–warm, your feet–thick socks. You look back at him in question when all things have checked out. 
Dramatic as ever, his broad shoulders slump, and he rolls his eyes, turning back at the sink to dry his daughter’s plastic bowl. He continues to sulkily wipe the sink clean, and dry his hands when you approach him. 
You lean up against him with a teasing smile before tiptoeing, pressing a kiss that only reaches his jaw. 
“And hello to Seo Ah’s appa~” 
Mingyu huffs out an annoyed sigh that you know isn’t really there due to his flushed cheeks. Still, he can’t help his giddy smile when he tilts his head to look at you and his daughter. You’re both looking up at him with shiny eyes as he leans down to peck your lips.
“Hi there, Seo Ah’s eomma,” he giggles sweetly when he pulls away. He leans back down to kiss you longer, lips easily molding with yours until you’re grinning. He pulls back with a lovestruck gaze, “And I missed you.”
You respond with a smile, unable to resist kissing his cheek before you pull away, “C’mon, or we’ll miss the fireworks.”
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You’re sitting in the passenger seat with your daughter because she still can’t get used to sitting in the babyseat you both got her a week ago. She yanks off her beanie, causing Mingyu to click his tongue and attempt to reach for it with one hand on the wheel. The little thing twists in your lap, avoiding her father’s arm and you snort at the offended look he gives her.
“Yah, why are you so mean to me when your eomma’s around, huh?”
She ignores him, fascinated with the attached cat ears and stitched eyes and mouth. You smile fondly, reaching for Mingyu’s arm when he slows to the traffic light. His hand immediately seeks yours, twinning his fingers around them then bringing it up to his lips for a kiss.
“Did you get to eat on your way back?” 
You shake your head, the question somehow reminding you of your empty stomach. The countdown to the greenlight reaches 15 seconds and he reaches back for the baby bag. He hands it to you and asks you to dig around for the tupperware. Curious, you do as you're told, digging past your daughter’s crackers, extra clothes and wipes, till you find a roll of kimbap already cut into bite size pieces. The sight already has you drooling but just as your husband starts to drive, he tells you to eat up and that he packed it in case you or Seo Ah get hungry.
You don’t know what's gotten into you today but that’s the second time you feel something painful in your chest before it’s quickly soothed. For a moment you think you can hear something you can’t quite remember, but it’s there. It’s strange, it leaves you melancholic but just as fast as it comes, it goes. 
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Thankfully, the traffic wasn’t as bad as it was half an hour ago. So when Mingyu parks the car, you have fifteen minutes before the fireworks start. He gets out of the car and jogs over to the passenger seat, casting you a playful warning glare when he sees you start to unlock the door. You laugh and even if you insist that opening the car door yourself isn’t a big deal, he tells you he wants to do it for you. Over the years together, you’ve learned you can never argue with that reasoning of his.
He picks up your daughter with one hand before helping you out with the other. This time you stand your ground and hold onto the baby bag when he reaches for it. He’d be pouting for a few minutes but it was an expression you never minded. 
The autumn air is cold when you step out, the evening skies clear of clouds which will make for a wonderful canvas for the fireworks. You secure Seo Ah’s beanie, quietly telling her not to remove it because of the cold. Miraculously she listens with an incoherent, “Okay, eomma.”
Mingyu smirks, kissing her cheek before mumbling, “That’s another thing you got from me, hm? You’re a sucker for your eomma?” 
You shake your head in amusement and reach up to properly tuck his beanie over his ears. “Wonder what else she can take after you, she’s literally your carbon copy.”
He shoots you a toothy grin, cheeks flushed from the cold before he engulfs your hand in his free one, “You tell me.”
You hum, glancing between your daughter and husband as you begin your leisurely pace towards the riverside. “It’s very obvious what she takes after you, love. But I can tell you what she doesn’t have.”
“Shoot.”
“For one, your clumsiness, which says a lot by the way considering she’s just a toddler. Thank goodness.”
“Hey! I’m-”
“Your hyperactivity.”
“Well.”
“It’s too early to tell but I do think she’s going to be introverted.”
Mingyu nods in agreement.
“Finally, she’s not as sulky as you.”
As if to further prove your point, he tosses your hand away and stomps his feet. His brows are furrowed and lips jutted out much like he did back at the kitchen. You laugh at the sight of a six foot man in his puffer jacket, throwing a tantrum that the child in his arm would most likely be doing. “Are you telling me what she doesn’t get from me or are you bullying me?”
Your laughter rings louder as you step closer and wrap your hands around his arm, “Yes.”
“Yes to what?”
You don’t answer, grinning happily as you drag him to your destination. He huffs, a cloud of his breath drifting through the cold air that has Seo Ah gasping in awe and observing her father’s lips to wait for more.
“I’ll tell you what she does take from you,” he grumbles, “Your bullying.”
“Mm, she gets that from her twelve uncles, too.” 
“Ah, I’ve taken a hard L in life.”
“Wha-...? Kim Mingyu, stop, ew, that’s just cringey.”
This time, he chuckles along with you and you hear the distant murmurs of the crowd waiting for the fireworks. Seo Ah’s stubby fingers reach for another puff of air that leaves Mingyu’s lips and you coo at her curiosity. Mingyu grins once he realizes what his daughter is doing, purposefully breathing bigger puffs of air for her to chase. She’s squealing before grasping her father’s cheeks, “Appa, ‘gain. Ah-gain!”
Ever spoiled, Mingyu easily gives in as her hands wiggle in the air and eagerly goes back to her dad’s cheeks.
“I’ll tell you something else she takes from you,” you eye her stubby fingers and Mingyu groans knowing what you will say.
“Don’t say po-”
“Potato fingers.”
He pokes his tongue through his cheek, rolling his eyes then bumping your hip with his. You continue your walk while he grumbles to your child, “Your eomma is so mean, she’s so lucky I love her.”
Seo Ah squeals when he nuzzles her cheek with the tip of his cold nose. They have strikingly matching grins and you can’t wait for the day when your daughter’s older and you wonder whether she will bear the same fangs like her father.
The odd sensation in your chest returns, but you don’t dwell on it. Instead you breathe deeply, and lean against Mingyu’s shoulder when you’ve both found the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. Seo Ah peers at you curiously, her fingers patting your hair as she does.
You smile and close your eyes as the first firework whistles through the night skies of Seoul.
“I am lucky, indeed.”
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You’ve been home about two hours ago now. Seo Ah’s fast asleep in her crib adjacent to your bed with your husband. She’s tuckered out from the day and the thrill of seeing pretty fireworks for the first time. Mingyu’s in the kitchen while you’re curled up on your side of the bed, hair still damp from your shower. You’re staring fondly at your baby girl’s dozing figure while you deal with the foreign sensation in your chest that had returned when Mingyu told you he’d be back. He just needed to check the locks and defrosted the meat for tomorrow’s breakfast. 
It doesn’t necessarily feel sad, but it does. Yet while you try to figure out what’s making you sad while you go through the scenes of your day, you also feel happy. Nothing had upset you. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. You just felt hyper aware today for some reason.
You replay your day for the fifth time in your head as you figure it out. 
Today was the fireworks festival, Mingyu had suggested going together with Seo Ah despite it being a weekday night. You normally discourage outings in the evenings of weekdays but he told you it would be a fun family time. 
“Besides, Seo Ah loves pretty colors,” he had reasoned. “And you love walks in the park! It’s a win win.”
“And you?” 
He tilts his head in confusion but he answers with utmost sincerity, “Me? Well, I’m just happy to see you both happy.”
You wonder if maybe the odd feeling stemmed from something at work but nothing stressful had happened today. You wonder if it was how you had to wait longer for your bus. You wonder if its the cold. You wonder if it's because Mingyu forgot to put spam in your kimbap. Yet nothing comes up to justify the sadness you feel, even then those reasons were too small for you to be carrying all the way to your sleep.
So instead of thinking of what makes you feel so melancholic, you think about what made you happy. Instantly, you find yourself smiling. This morning, almost every morning, Mingyu beats you to your alarm clock. He got up and made you breakfast and made a mini pancake for your daughter with banana slices for the eyes and raisins for the smile. It worked up Seo Ah’s appetite and it had done wonders to your mood to giggle at the smiley face, telling him it reminded you of the movie Coraline. When he drops you off at work and Seo Ah to daycare before heading to his own job, he gives you an exaggerated “mwah!” to his goodbye kiss. Throughout the day, you exchange curt updates and he never misses the chance to send you an ‘unflattering’ selfie of himself taken from below his desk with a kissy face. He’s still so handsome, no matter the angle. The traffic and exasperation you felt did not amount to the giddiness you felt when Mingyu sent you that selfie of himself and your daughter. Even more so when you arrive home and everything you had been worried about had been taken care of. Seo Ah’s dressed, fed, and your husband even packed something for you to eat on the way. 
It’s nothing out of the ordinary. The way Mingyu is so attentive to you and your little family is something he’s consistent with. Anytime you appreciate him for it, he always seems taken a back and confused before he grins and kisses you.
“What for? I love you and Seo Ah. Besides, that’s what you do for your family right?” 
His words from back then and the realization that today was the fireworks festival begin to strike something deep within you. 
You understand your feelings all at once and a little too quickly that you don’t realize you’re closing your eyes to keep yourself from crying.
You had been raised harshly, and your father had been distant for most of your life. As you grew older, you understood why they raised you the way they did. You understand the sternness of their upbringing and the authoritarian way they grew up that passed on to how they raised you. 
You had never asked for much, as young as you were, you were sensitive and receptive towards your family’s situation. Being a housewife and seamstress while raising two kids was not easy for your mother back then. The overwhelming need to make ends meet and make sure her children were raised right with the absence of their father gave her no sense of time to just pause and be warm. Your mother was stern, quick, straight to the point, and would slap your palms with a ruler when you answered your math questions incorrectly. Fear of her made you distance yourself from her. Your father had been away for work most days and nights. Your mother tells you it's because he’s working hard for your future. At a point you had cried and sobbed that you only wanted your father not money, that earned you a hard slap and a scolding of your ungratefulness. You never bring it up again. 
When your father had a week off, you heard excited chatter amongst your friends about the fireworks festival. Almost every girl tells them how high and mighty they felt sitting atop their father’s shoulders as the fireworks bloomed across the sky. You wanted that too. So excitedly, you suggested it over dinner.
Your father only looks at you, “Why? It’s a school night. You need to be up early. You can watch it on TV anyway.”
He completely missed your point, but you don’t explain any further. You know he was only thinking in a practical sense, but to you it only mattered to have that experience with him. You shut your windows close, draw the curtains and tuck your head into your pillow so you don’t hear the booms of the fireworks outside.
You never blamed them. You knew why, you understood how hard it had been for them. They raised you, fed you, made  sure you were warm and sacrificed their own comforts for yours. There was nothing to grieve over nor was it ever enough to call “mommy issues” or “daddy issues.” They were your parents, and to this day, without any warmth in their voice and touch, they loved you in the only ways they knew how. Sending you banchan, offering to take Seo Ah during some weekends, scolding you before teaching you how to tend to your houseplants, and even gifting Mingyu an apron hand stitched by your mom because they knew you weren’t as gifted as he was in the kitchen.
Still, you think, you can grieve over the experiences you wanted but not granted simply because of your situation then.
Mingyu must think you’re asleep when he comes into the room because he pulls the comforter over you and pads over to Seo Ah’s crib, checking if she’s tucked in warmly and that the heater was not in an uncomfortable position in the room. You lay still, culminating your thoughts as he crawls under the covers and draws your back to his chest. He leans over to kiss your temple, mumbling an “I love you,” before lying back down.
You then twist in his arms and snuggle into his chest, breathing him in deeply, the scent of the fabric conditioner and his shower gel enough to calm you. Still, the feelings in your chest are going to burst at the seams, you feel sad, content, warm, and calm all at once.
“Mingyu,” you mumble, raspier than expected.
“Hm? You’re still awake?”
You nod against his skin, trying your hardest to make sure your voice isn’t too thick with emotion. You feel his big hands run up and down your spine and you close your eyes, not willing to have to sit up for this conversation.
“What’s on your mind, honey?” he whispers, knowing you better than you can ever comprehend.
“I…” you start, “I honestly don’t know what to start.”
This makes him tense up just a little as he attempts to pull away to look at you but you refuse, wrapping yourself tightly against his body. Understanding your need to be as close to him as possible he relents, tucking you further into his chest. 
“Let’s start with, how are you feeling?”
“Sad…but not exactly sad either. I’m happy, I’m content, and I am so glad we got to do this with Seo Ah.”
You know you sound confusing, you can tell by the hum in your husband’s voice. He keeps quiet and lets you continue, running his fingers through your hair.
“Thank you, ‘Gyu,” you mutter, voice betraying you just a little, “I am glad you brought us to see the fireworks.” 
You feel the press of his lips against your forehead, it's slow, long, and gentle that you can feel the slight chapped state of them.
“Of course, baby, I was happy we went too.”
You allow Mingyu to finally pull away just slightly so he could duck his head to kiss you fully. It’s gentle, nothing more than a simple peck but he stays there, like he’s trying to commit it to memory. When you both part, you immediately miss his lips on yours but he rests his forehead against yours, gazing at you tenderly through heavy lids.
“But that doesn’t tell me why you’re sad.”
You contemplate for a little bit, before lifting your hand to cup his cheek. Your thumb traces over the faint freckles across his cheek bone, brushing against one on the tip of his nose and jaw, feeling the stubbled skin there. Mingyu waits for you patiently, until you look up at him, your eyes shiny with unshed tears that it startles him. But then you smile, reassuring him that maybe you weren’t sad at all. You gaze into his eyes with utmost adoration because his eyes were the kind that  twinkles, the kind that never lies, the kind that sparkles at any kind of emotion he feels. That’s one of the many things you’re happy you’re daughter takes after—his eyes.
Because Mingyu had the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen.
“It’s just,” you start breathlessly, “Seeing you and Seo Ah, heals some part of me I didn’t know was hurt.”
That’s it. Mingyu, your husband, was also the man you chose to be the father of your daughter. 
You didn’t think of it so consciously that time–that choosing a partner also meant choosing the father of your child. But boy, are you glad it was still Mingyu. Seeing him being a father was healing your inner child too. And for Seo Ah, for yourself—Mingyu was just it.
Your husband smiles so tenderly and he kisses you again.
“As much as you bully me, you give me too much credit, baby. I love you and I love our little angel. I’d give you everything I have and everything I didn’t.”
You tuck yourself under his chin so you don’t cry. Still, it doesn’t stop Mingyu from loving you and telling you with every pass of his palm on your skin, every beat of his heart against your chest, and every morning where he wakes up and does it all over again.
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a/n: i hope everyone finds a partner that heals their inner child in some way. and if there's anything i want you to take away, and take this subjectively, its that we do not have to villainize anyone who had not given us our needs in the past. Theres so many layers behind each person, need, and situation. Again, subjectively. If i mistagged anything, or any concern let me know!
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hbdraws · 6 months
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hrover5 · 4 months
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All I want for Christmas is renewal news for OFMD S3 🏴‍☠️
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kinkycouple2020seven · 2 months
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Hoping this account lasts more than a week. 🤣😂🤣😂
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The Escape Artist
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aaronhotchnersworld · 2 months
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in sickness and in health
Aaron hotchner x bau wife reader
summary- y/n is sick and Aaron takes care of her
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It was about 11pm and you guys had just finished up a case and were now back at the BAU, thankfully the case was local.
It had been extremely exhausting and the pounding in your head continues to grow along with the tiredness you feel.
You all had some paperwork to finish, Aaron having the most, as always.
You cringe at the paperwork in front of you, wondering if the words on the paper are even going to make sense considering the pounding in your head.
“y/n, just go home. You’re obviously fatigued, running a fever, and you just don’t look well,” Spencer tells you.
“do I seriously look that bad,” you question.
“you just look sick, that’s all.”
You tell him, once again, that you don’t need to go home and he drops it.
For someone as smart as him, you wish he would get the hint that you don’t want Aaron to find out you feel unwell.
Emily walks over to you with a sympathetic look and hands you a bottle of water which you immediately take while thanking her.
“he’s right y/n. it’s clear you don’t feel well,” she tells you before going back to her desk to do her paperwork.
You sigh and prop yourself up in your chair.
As you look around, everyone is focused on there paperwork, you look up to Aarons office, debating on going up there, but the blinds are closed and you figure he has too much paperwork.
You don’t want him to worry about you.
You open up the first folder and the words all look like a blur and your head begins to spin. You close the folder and lay your head on your desk.
“y/n.” You don’t even have to lift your head to know it belonged to Aaron, your husband. You slowly lift your head, the bright lights hurting.
You see Aaron kneeling down next to you, his hand on your back and a concerned look on his face.
“let’s go home y/n/n,” he says as he puts the back of his hand on your forehead.
“i’m fine,” you tell him.
“you’re burning up honey, let’s go,” he tells you as he helps you up. You realize you two are the only ones here.
“where’s everyone else,” you question, extremely confused.
“I told everyone to go home, take the day off tomorrow and that i’d see them all on monday. You were sleeping,” he says softly.
“I feel asleep,” you question disoriented.
“yes honey you fell asleep,” he tells you as you both walk towards the elavator, his hand resting on your back to support you.
You rest your head on his shoulder as you wait for the elevator. Aaron kisses your head.
You both walk into the elevator as the doors open and exit once you get to the ground floor. He opens the passenger side door for you and then closes it once your in.
He walks over to his side and gets in. He pulls out of the parking lot and begins driving home. It’s about a 15 minute drive home.
You really don’t feel good.
As soon as he pulls into the driveway and parks the car, you both get out and walk to the front door. He unlocks it and you both walk in.
Jessica had taken Jack to a sleepover so he won’t be home until tomorrow.
“let’s get you to bed honey,” he says softly as you make your way to the bedroom.
You immediately sit on the bed while Aaron begins grabbing some clothes for him and you.
He grabs himself a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt while he grabs you a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts.
You both change.
The pounding in your head seems to be getting worse and Aaron quickly notices and grabs you some medicine.
You both going into the bathroom connecting to your bedroom and brush your teeth, going straight to bed after.
You hoped you would be able to fall asleep quick since you’re exhausted, but the pounding in your head made it nearly impossible.
Your head is resting on aaron’s chest and he begins rubbing your back, knowing it’ll put you to sleep. “close your eyes, you’ll feel better in the morning honey,” he whispers.
You eventually fall asleep but are woken up at the early hour of 2am, nausea taking over you.
You practically jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom, barely making it before collapsing onto your knees as you start throwing up in the toilet.
You feel Aaron pull your hair back and rub your back. “it’s okay you’re okay,” he tells you.
“aar-” you try to say are but cut off as you continue to throw up.
“it’s okay I gotcha,” he says in a soft tone.
After you finish throwing up, he grabs a washcloth, wets in with cold water and holds it against the back of your neck while you lean against him.
“i’m sorry Aaron I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you whisper to him.
“honey don’t apologize, I want to take care of you when your sick. I love you,” he says softly, as he grabs a hair tie and pulls your hair up.
“I love you too.”
“do you think you’re ready to go back to bed,” he quietly asks you.
You start to feel the nausea coming back and you immediately shake your head no as you put your head back over the toilet, throwing up again.
Aaron continues to rub your back and reassure you that you’ll be okay.
“aaron,” you whine.
“I know y/n i’m sorry,” he says softly.
You lean back onto his chest as you finish throwing up. He kisses your head and puts the washcloth back onto the back on your neck.
“i’m gonna go get you some water, okay?” he asks you. You just nod.
He comes back not even a minute later with a glass of water. “rinse your mouth out honey.” He lifts the glass up to your lips, allowing you to get the water in your mouth.
Everything hurts.
“let’s get you back to bed honey,” aaron tells you. He picks you up gently and take you over to the bed, lifting the comforter to put you under it.
“i’ll be right back,” he tells you softly before walking out.
He returns moments later, a bucket in his hand along with another glass of water.
He sets the bucket on the ground, next to you, just in case you need to throw up again. He sits next to you and puts his hand on your forehand, disappointed to see how warm it feels.
He walks into the bathroom and comes out with another wet washcloth and sets it on your forehead this time.
“drink some more water sweetie,” he says softly as he lifts the glass of water to your lips. You take a few sips of water.
“Thank you for staying with me Aaron, I love you,” you tell him sleepily.
“I’ll always be here for you y/n. In sickness and in health, remember? I love you. Get some rest, i’ll be here when you wake up,” he tells you as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.
You close your eyes and let sleep consume you, knowing you have the best husband in the world.
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NEVER AGAIN PT.2 - POPPY PLAYTIME
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summary ; you finally reconnect with your husband
a/n ; popped this out like it was nothing LMAO
part 1 ; here
warnings ; crying, slight fighting, angst? catnap nowhere to be found, poppy and kissy are like “wow that’s crazy but like we are in great danger -“, mention of reader wearing lipstick
alternative title ; i bet on losing dogs
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“but nothing was going to make you leave, nothing was going to make you leave your husband once again. nothing was going to let you from not stopping him as he walked out that door to his job. nothing was going to repeat itself once again.”
your pleads were never heard by his ears again, your kisses and smiles were never going to be seen by his eyes once again. his face wasn’t going to be lathered in red lipstick with his lovesick face as he walked into work, his coworkers smiling and giggling at how silly he looked with the lipstick marks all over his face.
he wasn’t going to see your face ever again. he would never experience growing old with you. he would never be able to have children with you. he won’t be able to travel the world with you. instead, he’s trapped down here, his lower half being ripped off by catnap, that cult follower.
never was he going to see his lover again, he wished he had more time. more time to tell them how much he loved them, how much stress he was under and how he apologized for all the time he had snapped at them. all the time he was never there. all the time were he purposely distant himself.
but now, seeing you, in all your glory. your hair was a bit messed up, you had some blood on your upper lip, you had a grab-pack, your clothes dirty due to how much you have been through.
you still looked as beautiful as he last saw you.
he was given a second chance.
“angel ..” he pleaded with you, but you wouldn’t budge. you weren’t going to let this chance to finally reconnect with your husband just go away.
“nah, i’m not letting this happen again.” you said, going up close to him to try and remove the chains, which was not that hard, surprisingly. they were rusty, and easy to just break in half. rich dogday quickly went flying to the floor, before being picked up.
rich dogday looked up at you, finally seeing you once again. he felt like he could cry, but he physically couldn’t. he wanted to do so many things, but he was so weak.
you were quick to walk out of the jail, holding onto rich dogday, who was quiet the whole time. you were surprised, but had to keep your composure. it wasn’t easy finding your husband as a completely different thing, he doesn’t even seem recognizable.
reaching the maze again, you shoot your flare gun at every moving thing, not having a care in the world. thankfully, you retraced your steps, and you were now where you entered this place.
walking out, poppy and kissy missy greeted you, but were slightly shocked to see a dogday in your arms, who seemed equally as shocked.
“rich ..” poppy whispered, making you carefully put him on the floor, your emotions threatening to release. everything happened so suddenly. you were reunited with your husband, and now you have to make sure catnap isn’t out to get you.
“it’s been so long, poppy ..” rich dogday said, grumbling as he tried to get into a more comfortable position.
“yeah. it has.” poppy looked up at kissy, who just looked away. “what happened to playcare?” rich dogday asked, looking around and taking in the new scenery. poppy sighs, gulping. she looked stressed, taking a look around, taking a look at kissy, then taking a look at you.
you looked traumatized, your eyes having dark eyebags under them. your eyes were starting to get watery, just looking at dogday just made you want to dig your fingers into your skull and take your brain out yourself.
you want to hate him. you want to hate what your husband had become. what he made you felt when he went missing and presume dead. you want to hate him for how much tears he made you cried out, how you were alone as you struggled with his ‘death.’
“a lot.” was all poppy said, looking down at her own shoes. dogday nodded slightly, reading the room. everyone else was uncomfortable, it was quite a scene to see.
dogday turned around, taking in your figure, finally realizing how you actually look like. you looked nothing like you used to did when he last saw you. you looked more angrier, sadder, stressed.
“angel—“
“don’t say a single fucking word.”
rich dogday was taken aback by your sudden outburst. poppy took a step back, knowing what was going to happen. she heard the cries you let out when you heard rich’s voice in the video tape, hearing him yell about how he hated his job, how he mentioned you that one time.
“you have no right to call me by anything. not after what you fucking did. you left me rich! you fucking left me! i had to plan your funeral alone! i had to cry alone! even before you become this thing, i was alone! you weren’t there half of the fucking time.”
your emotions were going out, your breathing was fastening every second. rich was taken aback once again, hearing all that you had to endure.
“yeah you got turned into dogday. but for God sake! i was alone! i had nobody to go to! yeah i wasn’t tortured, but mentally, i was. everyday i thought you didn’t love me. every time you left that door i thought you loved me less and less. and when you didn’t walk through that door again, i knew. i f-fucking knew! you weren’t going t-to come back! i was going to officially and permanently be alone! but now, you’re here! and ..and ..”
you stuttered through your rant, your breathing being uncontrollable. poppy and kissy felt horrible for you, they knew some parts about how you felt, but not the whole thing.
rich on the other hand, was completely shocked. he never knew you were personally going through something, he always thought you were happy, because every time you left, you always had a smile on your face.
your fingers made their way to your hair, purposely pulling on it. you screamed, not having a care in the world. all of this you had to take in, being chased by huggy wuggy, almost being killed by mommy long legs, now catnap on your tail? it was a lot of stress built up over time. you wished catnap could just burn alive, you wanted everything to go back to normal.
you wanted to go back when you got married, where you were happily in love with rich, where the two of you had heart eyes for each other, when you kissed him everyday all over his face.
but now, you can’t even recognize him. you don’t even know him. it’s like he’s a completely different person, and so are you.
but yet, your love for him is still there. no matter how much he has changed. you will always be in love with your first love, your first husband, your first everything.
you sighed, seeing as rich was just staring at you, but you can imagine him crying as well. “but alas, i still love you. even though you aren’t here anymore.”
it felt like a knife stabbed him in the heart and kept repeating it. you still loved him, but he wasn’t there anymore. the rich you knew wasn’t the one you were standing in front of. rich was a completely different thing now, it was never going to be the same.
rich wasn’t there no more, it was dogday now, and it was going to stay like that forever, no matter what. never again to be seen as the rich he was once before.
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