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Sorry, Bojan calling Kris princess while he wears a tiara and looks like he's wearing a skirt IS my Roman empire
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It's a relationship that will end someday,
Still, I couldn't let it go.
Art: Link
It hurts to think back on the four or five years Saeran spent waiting for Saeyoung to return before he was kidnapped by Mint Eyes while running an errand. When Saeran awoke after been poisoned, the first word out of his mouth was "Saeyoung," (707 route story mode). He also pleaded with the believers to release him, saying, "I'm scared my mom would hit me if I don't come back" and further saying,
"...and Saeyoung might come back today"
Since Mystic Messenger takes place two years in the past, this abduction occurred when Saeran was either 19 (international) or 20 (korean); this leaves a gap of four to five years between Saeyoung's departure for the agency and Saeran's kidnapping. For YEARS he had waited for his brother. What broke me is, in Secret Ending also revealed that after his mother tortured him days and nights, Saeran waited for Saeyoung to walk through the door so they could be together again. Even after the brainwash, that one incident was proof of his undying love for Saeyoung. I'm crying. 😭
"I'm okay..." Steve McGarrett/Reader
You walked down the corridor of the hospital quickly brushing away the tears that didn't seem to want to stop no matter how much you told yourself that he was fine. Steve had been in a shoot out and taken a bullet. Danny had called you following the ambulance.
He told you he was fine, but that he wouldn't be leaving the hospital anytime today. The bullet had grazed an artery that needed to be repaired.
Taking a deep breath before you walked into Steve's room you pushed open the door. You stood there seeing him resting. You choked letting your hand rest on your belly. Seeing him in the hospital never got easier.
You walked over trying to be quiet, but his SEAL ears picked up the slightest difference. His eyes fluttered open looking up at you, "Babe?"
"Danny called...I came straight from the airport..." You told him taking his hand in yours.
"I'm okay... everything is good." He smiled at you looking you over, "Are you feeling better? You sounded miserable yesterday on the phone."
Your cheeks redden and even in the dark lit room he could see it. He looked at you concerned as you spoke, "Steve, we-we need to talk."
"Uh...Okay. What's up?" He swallowed a feeling his mouth get dry.
"Well...you-you remember taking me to the beach...a while back...we had dinner and walked and...a really good time." You stared at him as he nodded, "Well... I've been so sick...be-because we had a really good time and uh...we-we're pregnant."
He stared at you for a long time. So long you began to worry until he spoke his eyes sparking with energy, "We're having a baby?"
You smiled as he squeezed you hand, as you spoke his heart monitor peaked, "Yes."
A nurse ran into the room concerned, "Sir...is everything alright."
"We're having a baby!" He grinned telling the woman as she took his wrist in her hand checking his vitals.
"Ah! That's good. I thought you were going to into cardiac arrest." She smiled looking at you, "Congratulations."
You smiled as a doctor came in and every time Steve just beamed. Their concerns turned to joy happy for the couple. It was beautiful and happy. However they insisted he calm down and heal giving him something to calm down.
He looked at you eyes glazing over grin still light across his features, "We're having a baby..."
You leaned down kissing his forehead as he drifted off, "Yes we are..."
There are tears... And it hurts so much... I don’t know if I can live thru this shit anymore-
LAUGHING HURTS SOMETIMES!!!!!
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Not loving myself enough is exhausting. It's not that I don't. Just not enough. Not enough to take care of myself even when I'm having a bad day. Not enough to feel secure that who I am and what I do are two different things, that it doesn't matter how good I am at doing x thing because I deserve to be loved (by myself) anyway. No matter what. And I haven't really ever screwed up yet... Not enough not to feel threatened, in an absurd, unvoiced way, when other people seem to be happier or to have their lives more together than I do(even when it just looks that way). Not enough not to have to fight myself for all the times I'm lazy, even though there's nothing more normal. Not enough to make time to write, and screw being good at it. Not enough, to meet with friends often and have a good time, with no thoughts of comparison. Not enough, because consciously, deliberately doing things that make me happy, or accepting them as what they are, is something I have to work on everyday. Not enough, because I keep second guessing every choice I have made, choices that I made consciously and which give at least as much as they take. Because I don't let myself off the hook for having made those choices, because I have a whole life ahead of me to make thousands more, and nothing is over yet. I see these thoughts I have, and how they wear me down, and I'm working on it. But it's exhausting.
