Rnjfy

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

kim doyoung x reader

0.4k words, fluff, est. relationship au

It wasn't too often that you both had time to yourselves, but when you did, you made the absolute best of it—

"YAH, JAGI, GET BACK HERE!"

—well, most of the time. 

"NO," you shrieked, leaping over the arm of the sectional couch and making a wide loop through the kitchen again. "You're gonna smother me in whipped cream!"

Your boyfriend, Kim Doyoung, grinned wide with the kind of smile that made his eyes turn up into crescents and his jaw hurt. "It's what you deserve, you little scoundrel!" His nose and left cheek were vandalized with a slash of whipped cream, a white cut across his fair skin. In one hand he held the tub of whipped cream you had been using to accessorize your angel food cake slices. The other was raised in the air with cream at the ready. Ready to enact vengeance, that was.

"I already said I was sorry, Doie," you said carefully while putting the kitchen island between you and Doyoung. "Let's just get back to the berries and cake, and finish the movie." Some trashy American movie was paused on the TV screen, the girl's eyes filled with tears as she confronted her bad boy lover. It was quite bad, but somehow you had convinced Doyoung to watch it in the first place. Then again, when it came to you, it wasn't difficult to convince Doyoung to do many things.

"No," he said with a predatorial glint in his eyes, "not until I make this fair. An eye for an eye; cream for cream."

You pouted, shoulders slumping, as you assumed the puppy-eyed pout that you knew he couldn't resist most of the time. You watched Doyoung's tough guy act crumble. Watched it shatter in his pretty, dark eyes…

"C'MERE!" He suddenly pounced left toward the side of the counter you ran around. Naturally, you leapt for the open side, but realized too late that Doyoung had only feigned left before switching towards the right.

You both collided at the other end of the island with you giggling and squirming in his hold. Doyoung held on for dear life, the arm holding the tub of cream wrapped tight around your waist as his other hand reached up and tapped the tip of your nose with whipped cream.

"Boop," he laughed, then kissed the cream off. 

Your cheeks warmed at the action. "Doieee," you whined, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. 

"Hey, don't wipe off my kiss!"

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𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐬 / 剪刀石头布

xiaojun, hendery, yangyang x fem!reader

the most dignified way to settle something is via rock, paper, scissors. even if it's for someone's hand in marriage

1.9k words, historical-ish au but w/ modern language, low-key crack (but tbh these three r crackheads af)

a/n: lmao this was actually really fun to write ngl 🥴

There were a handful of things that society deemed inappropriate for young men to do in public. One of them, god forbid, was fighting for a lady's hand in a barbaric, violent manner outside of a duel. A duel of what, one might ask? Well, a duel of wits was fully acceptable. A duel of… whatever this was? Perhaps not. 

"Okay—" Liu Yangyang gestured for his two friends to come closer as he rolled up the sleeves of his navy blue suit jacket, gold cufflinks discarded. "—We go on shoot."

The other two participating parties were that of Xiao Dejun and Wong Hendery, both of whom seemed just as solemn as the youngest of their trio in what they were about to do. All around them, the debutante ball buzzed with chatter and gossip about all of the young women who had just entered into society. One of whom was you, the young lady rumored to have a pirate father, an affinity for opera, and who apparently "got her hands dirty" by spending time with the servants of your estate. 

For Yangyang, he had heard "pirate father"; Xiaojun heard "opera enthusiast"; and Hendery latched onto the fact that you were an excellent cook. The fact that you were more beautiful than any of the fake dolls in this room made you ten times more irresistible in their eyes. You were just barely clinging onto the legitimacy of your Duchess title, but neither of the young lords cared—they just wanted you. But now, they had to duke it out between the three of them to figure out which of them would get the first shot at your hand. 

The three of them primed their fists in the center of their little cult triangle. 

They chanted, "Rock, paper, scissors—shoot!"

Low curses filled the air around them as they all held out flattened palms for paper. 

They tried again, reciting the same chant, then threw out their weapons: a rock from Hendery, paper from Yangyang, and scissors from Xiaojun. Another round of swears and groans. 

People around them either pretended to not hear, or sent their backs visible expressions of disdain and displeasure. It was not proper for young men such as them to be swearing so often. And in front of ladies, no less. The audacity!

In the third round, when they threw out their hands, Hendery released a sound of guttural pain as his pair of scissors was defeated by Xiaojun and Yangyang's combined rocks. The latter winners then faced each other, eyes narrowed in challenge. 

"I want a redo," Hendery grumbled as he refereed the match. 

"Sucks to suck," Yangyang quipped before going into the next round. He was soon met by Hendery's howls of delight and his own utter, complete disappointment. "Now that's just fucked."

A scandalized scoff from a nearby woman went ignored. 

The three men stared at Xiaojun's winning hand: paper against rock. Smug and victorious, Xiaojun thanked his two juniors for being so easy to win against before disappearing into the crowd to have his go at wooing you. First impressions were everything, after all. 

"Deserved, methinks," Hendery said in a faux ponderous expression with his thumb and forefinger rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

Yangyang deadpanned at him. "Oh, shut up. We can't just let him get her! Do you wanna be married to some woman you've never met from some country you've never heard of?"

Hendery snatched a flute of champagne from a passing tray. "We didn't know Yn until tonight."

"And?"

"Oh my god. You know what? Nevermind."

Yangyang pursed his lips as he watched Xiaojun waltz up to you, a charming smile on his face as he bowed in greeting. A glorious 90 degrees. None of them would bow 90 degrees even for the Queen of England. In kind, you curtsied low enough that your knees must have touched the floor under that glorious mass of satin, gossamer, and petticoat. Yangyang wanted you to curtsey for him while looking at him like that. 

God, this was unfair. Rock, paper, scissors was the wrong strategy. He had to do something else… 

"What if—wait. Where'd he go?" Yangyang whipped his head around, searching the crowd for where Hendery had suddenly disappeared off to. He had been by Yangyang's side and then suddenly—poof! Gone, as if—oh no, he didn't!

From across the room, Yangyang watched with mouth agape in pure betrayal as Hendery stole the spotlight from Xiaojun and swept you into a conversation that had you lighting up the room with your laugh and smile. Xiaojun seemed to feel the same way as Yangyang as he stood there silently, awkwardly watching the conversation happen right before his eyes. 

The way you giggled behind your lace-covered hand, how you blushed so delicately under the harsh lighting.

Yangyang fumed. First, he lost a child's game. Second, his best friend slid into your sights while slipping out of his. Third… well third… 

The thought lit up his mind as it lit up his face. He scurried over to the orchestra, requesting a specific waltz, the very one he had ingrained in his mind from the torturous ballroom dancing lessons his parents forced him to take. This specific dance would require the changing of partners—twice, to be exact. You would end up dancing with three partners. He just needed to ensure that he got you last, which was the longest segment of the song. He also prayed to god that you weren't yet head over heels for one of his friends. That would screw with his plan quite terribly. 

And so, when the orchestra started up, just as expected, Xiaojun found a way to sweep you onto the dance floor. Yangyang picked a random girl, flashed a pretty smile, and got her to be partners with him. All the while, he kept his eyes on you and his friend, making sure that he was dancing, but still within reach. 

The first switch went just as planned. Hendery had taken the bait, already taking you out of Xiaojun's hold to dance with for the second segment. Xiaojun had to hold in his indignation since he was now commandeering another partnership. Yangyang suppressed his laugh and played it off as a smile toward his new partner. If he had yet to meet you, he would probably be willing to court her. For a night. 

Yangyang felt the sound of the final switch right down to his bones. The telltale trills of the violins had the hair on the nape of his neck stand in anticipation, and he swirled his partner closer to where you and Hendery were.

It was quite simple, really. 

One moment, you were dancing with the young lord Wong Hendery; the next, you were in the arms of his best friend, another young lord, Liu Yangyang. The young lord smiled in greeting, the type of beam that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "Hello," you greeted cordially. 

"Good evening," he said back, leading you through the rest of the dance expertly. You bet he could do this with his eyes closed. "Lady Yn, I presume?"

You chuckled. "I'd hope so. My name was announced at the beginning."

To his credit, he wasn't flustered or disheartened by your statement. It only seemed to make him grin wider. "Ah, but they did not announce mine. Would you take a gamble, my lady?"

"Proper ladies do not gamble, sir." You didn't imagine the flash of disappointment in his eyes, and you were swift to add, "Good thing I'm not a proper lady, right?"

Mild appreciation. "So what'll it be? A kiss for every wrong—or right—answer?"

"I do believe that you should take me out to dinner first, my lord."

He pretended to think. "Or perhaps… you'd agree to being courted?"

"Courted," you hummed in amusement. "And who might you be referring to? You?"

"I don't see why not." He puffed out his chest, twirling you around delicately. Your periwinkle blue skirts fanned out around you like a blossoming flower, and you couldn't help the grin that overtook your face. 

"You're quite good at this," you said when you were face to face again. 

The lord smirked. "I know."

"Arrogant much?"

"I give confidence where confidence is due," he replied with his chin held high. In any other man, perhaps this amount of cockiness would have been a massive turn off, but for some reason, it had manifested nicely in Yangyang. 

The waltz came to an end all too soon, and you found yourself curtseying before a bowing Yangyang. He seemed just as disappointed that the song was over, but before he could invite you to a scandalous second dance, two familiar presences filled the gaps beside you on the edge of the dance floor. Xiaojun stood beside Yangyang, and Hendery took up Yangyang's other side with a cupcake in his gloved hand. You recalled him eyeing the cupcakes earlier when he had first introduced himself. 

"Lady Yn! I see you've met my friends," Yangyang said, gesturing to the two men flanking him. "Xiaojun and Hendery. They're my very close brothers in arms. I believe you danced with them as well."

"It was my pleasure," you chirped with a shallow nod and curtsy. 

"The pleasure was truly all ours," Xiaojun said, hand pressed to his chest. The grey suit he wore fit him nicely. "You're a wonderful dancer."

"Why thank you! You're all light on your feet yourselves."

"Dance lessons," Hendery offered between bites of cake. 

Yangyang added with a cough, "Ballroom dance lessons."

"Tap," Hendery said offhandedly, and you let a small huff of a laugh escape your mouth. Imagining Hendery tap dancing? That was a sight. "You doubt me?" He gasped with feigned offense. 

You shook your head. "No, no. But I would like to see you prove it. Show me you've retained something from your lessons."

"I can tango," Xiaojun piped in. 

"Ballroom dance is much more dignified," Yangyang countered. 

Hendery hummed loudly, raising his pointer finger in opposition. "No, tap is clearly the most refined dance form. No one cares about the rest."

Xiaojun sighed, pinching the space between his eyes. "Why do I even try?"

"Dance in general is impressive," you told them, recalling how difficult it had been for your mother to get your two left feet to finally find a beat. 

You were suddenly hyper aware of the stares directed your way, the whispers. Your unconventional upbringing had always been a problem for the high society your mother came from, and the life you were to inherit. When you had been on the dance floor, you had allowed yourself to forget about all of the other people while you danced with three lovely men. Now, reality had crashed back in.

The three men noticed your discomfort, immediately shifting subtly to block you from everyone else's views. Your own wall of protection; you felt gratitude fill your chest. 

Xiaojun frowned slightly. "It's getting a bit stuffy in here, don't you think, Yn?"

You nodded, agreeing. "I hear the promenade is beautiful at night."

"And I hear they serve hot cocoa, too," Hendery added. It was decided then; they would escape the confines of the ballroom to the refreshing world outside. 

As the three of them followed you out, they sent glances to one another. Eyes narrowed in friendly (maybe) competition, it was a silent agreement. 

May the best man win.

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𝟳𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘂𝘀

nct dream ot7 x reader

1k words, assorted headcanons!

a/n: if i do not have the strength to write full fics, i will cheat 😌✨ to get my ideas our somehow 🤡

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘: shy boy by day! slam poet by night! and secret muse!reader

The kid who sits in the middle rows of the literature lecture halls with cute, circle lenses and messy hair who always seems to sound smart when he interprets a text

He actually became a slam poet because of you when you read your poetry to the lecture hall one day for Spoken Word Friday; he totally didn't start doing it in hopes of improving and then impressing you or anything (definitely not)

But one day, your friend takes you to this speakeasy to listen to this "amazing poet", and you discover your quiet classmate Mark delivering these brilliant oral masterpieces

And Mark finds out you're in the audience and pretty much writes every piece for you from then on, eyes constantly searching for you in the dark audience

𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡: knight in shining armor! but make it modern! cinderella!reader

You're working as a bartender for easy cash at a music festival while your two rude and terrible step siblings rub it in your face how they get to party while you work (your stepmother would only sponsor their tickets while you were left to rot again)

You settle in for a boring night in the most deserted part of the festival venue when you meet him

Renjun's the mysterious festival goer with his two toned hair braided with beads, and he thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen; you can imagine the smooth pick-up lines coming out of this man while he leans against the counter of your bar section

After asking for a drink, he decides to dare you to ditch your position and go enjoy the festival with him; surprise, surprise, you take him up on his offer

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢: bad boy! secret admirer! secret book nerd!

The typical stone-faced bad boy who stalks through the school hallways with a sick blue undercut and his pretty, pink lips always split like his knuckles

Every week, there's a book sitting on your desk, wrapped messily in scraps of newspaper and a message scrawled on its surface

Sometimes it says things that encourage you, or tell you why he chose this book for you, or just a simple "for you :)" with a heart next to it

Little did you know that your adorable secret admirer was the boy you thought wouldn't ever give you a second glance, but in reality was full on whipped for you (yeah, Jeno discreetly watches you open your gifts from the opposite side of the classroom every time, and thrives in the fluttery feeling in his chest whenever he sees you get excited)

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗖𝗞: playboy who got played! (but can't get over you! the ex who outplayed him!)

Haechan's known around campus as a playboy and he's pretty much broken almost every girl's heart, including too many of your friends

You decide to take matters into your own hands and start dating Haechan with every intent to break his heart (the only problem is that you both fall in love w each other)

Instead of putting your mission off, you finish it and dump him, effectively getting your revenge, but at what cost? (You're mad at yourself, and Haechan can't decide if he blames himself or you bc he still loves you, but wants to be strong)

Now it's tense between the two of you, and after your friends figure out what really happened, they conspire to get you back together again

𝗡𝗔 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡: magical genie! archaeologist!reader forbidden romance!

So Jaemin's this centuries old genie who (is trapped) lives in a golden lamp waiting to serve his next master, whoever stumbled across his humble abode next

Turns out, you do find it, and he thinks he can predict exactly what you want, except he clearly doesn't understand you at all and you just surprise him every time you make a wish (you wish for things like a scholarship for your little sister, and for your mom's medical bills to magically be paid for)

But over time, as Jaemin practically becomes your companion, he grows a terrible, forbidden fondness for you and secretly wishes he could grant his own wishes to be with you

"Darling, don't say 'I wish' because I don't want you wasting wishes on things I would gladly five you for free"

𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘: you took his airpod and he thinks you did it on purpose! now you are enemies! much ado about nothing!au

Clearly, stealing one's airpod is not an intentional crime, especially when it's only one of the two and … well, it's been in his ear, for God's sakes

So imagine your surprise when you find out your phone is connecting to "Lele's Airpods" instead of your own; you definitely disinfected the airpod and cleaned your ear, but you have no clue who tf "Lele" is

But you do know a Zhong Chenle who practically storms down the school hallway accusing you of a crime you only accidentally committed, and after both angrily returning each other's earbuds, you become petty mortal enemies

But in reality, you're both terribly attracted to one another and it takes some meddling from your friends to finally make you open your eyes (wbk)

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚: cupid park!jisung demigod!au sunshine x grump trope! child of hephaestus!reader 

Jisung's a pretty popular guy, not just because of his magnetic cuteness, but because of his affinity for making matches successfully as a son of Aphrodite (he's also super hot, but wbk)

You're a child of Hephaestus and you don't really see the hype of him really, but you respect Jisung as a person and as a fellow demigod so you don't exactly trash his matchmaking service

But then he'd challenged to find you a match, and suddenly, he's practically glued to your side all day and every day as he gets to know you in order to find you your perfect match

And he eventually realizes that maybe he's not putting so much effort into this for nothing, because why is his heart stuttering whenever he's near you and why is he always stalling on setting you up on dates now?

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

▷ jjh x reader

▷ 0.5k words, inspired by the platters' only you

a/n: yeah so,,, had to indulge my jaehyun heart a little and i was just feeling this song 🤧😔 (couldn't wait until the jaehyun taylor swift au lmfaoo)

Oooonly yooouuu~ The sweet, deep voice crooned after the guitar, a stark contrast to the weeping that had once filled the apartment.

You whirled around, a stupid grin slapped on your face as you laughed through the tears cascading down the slopes of your cheeks. "You're so—you're so stupid."

Jeong Jaehyun smiled, his dimple deeply indented into his soft cheek. "Stupidly good," he corrected you as he made his way from the vinyl record player and to the couch. You had made yourself into a little cocoon of blankets and snotted tissue paper within the thirty minutes you had arrived home, stood up from your Valentine's date, having called Jaehyun on the way. 

To be completely honest, Jae was pissed that some idiot guy had stood you up, today of all days. He had happily excused himself from his own half-hearted date (a date he only accepted because you were going out) to come home to comfort you. He found you, wallowing in your own despair, all alone. And so he came in and quietly put the record on. 

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, blankets and used tissues and all, in greeting. "Hi, darling. How're you doing?"

You sniffled and wondered how he could stand the disgusting amount of snot that you were blowing into your tissue. "Okay," you replied quietly, voice hoarse from the sad amount of bawling you just did while he wasn't here. You thought it was stupid, how much you cried over the bozo who stood you up. "I look… like shit," you laughed, grimacing at the trash littered around you. 

"Your date was shit," he muttered back, suppressing the pure annoyance in his tone. "Why are you moping over him anyway?"

You looked at him, a silent question asking what else you were supposed to do. You had gotten all dolled up, only to get stood up. All of that makeup was gone, that pretty, red dress tossed into the back of your closet. 

(Jaehyun thought you looked good in everything, but the sweats you had on now were making his heart do a few cartwheels, actually.)

Jaehyun made a noise of indignation. "Tsk, no more of this." He suddenly stood, digging into your blankets to grab your hands and haul you up from the couch. 

"Jae—" 

"No," he refused, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you do this to yourself, Yn." He held both of your hands and smiled. (You could have died on the spot from the smile he gave you.) "Dance with me."

With only a little balking, you let him guide you in a gentle sway with your arms hung around his neck and his arms looped around your waist. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. 

Then he began to sing. 

"You are my… destiny," he hummed softly, making butterflies soar in your stomach. "When you hold my hand, I understand—"

Every high note reached to tonal perfection, in the specific kind of soft perfection that Jaehyun was.

"—the magic that… you do." 

Jaehyun pulled back for the next line, eyes gazing into yours so deeply you might drown. Sincerity was so stark in his dark irises; every word he sang came from the depths of his heart. "You're my dream come true. My one… and only you."

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𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

agent!yoon jeonghan x agent!gn!reader

0.7k words; when a mission goes wrong, jeonghan tries to distract himself you by talking about a wedding; mentions of blood/a knife wound/poison, cursing

Yoon Jeonghan thought he was going to throw up, cry, or both; and he wasn't even the one dying. 

"This was not what I thought when I wanted to carry you over the threshold," he mused nervously, angling your body so as to not hit the door frame as he carried you into the safe house. There was a team of paramedics already awaiting your arrival, setting up a clean space to work as well as their medical equipment.

In his arms, your limbs were limp and perspiration dribbled down the sides of your face. You had one hand pressed firmly to your side, preventing even more blood from seeping out of your body—your life force slowly drifting. You managed a weak smile up at Jeonghan's carefully calm face. "You wanted—to get married?" You panted, wincing as you added additional pressure to the wound. 

It had been a mission gone wrong, and in an effort to save Jeonghan, you had stepped in the arc of a poisoned blade. Jeonghan had seen you crumple before him, then his vision had gone red with absolute rage. Now? He was panicking. Yoon Jeonghan did not panic. 

"To you? Fuck yes." He couldn't believe he was talking about this while you were dying in his arms. "Hurry! They're dying for fuck's sake!" He barked at the present medical staff. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his eyes darted frantically between the staff and your face. 

"Stay with me, dove," he murmured to you when he saw your eyelids drooping. His vision was blurring slightly, tears pooling in his eyes.

You sucked in a breath and tried to focus on his face, and not the vice-like grip the poison had on your heart. "Well, what's it like? Our wedding?"

Jeonghan gulped. His eyes closed briefly, trying to remain calm enough to tell you what he had envisioned for nights while the two of you were undercover together. "You'd look perfect, as always. This extravagant garment, bouquet of callas and just… pearls."

"Pearls?" You hummed, trying to imagine it yourself. 

He smiled down at you, nodding. Anyone could see the love that shined so deeply in his eyes whenever he looked at you. "Mhm. I was thinking of a pearl engagement ring with diamonds around it. What do you think?"

"Huh," you coughed, groaning when you irritated the wound further. You reigned it all in though when seeing worry flash over his features. "Not—bad. What else?"

Jeonghan's eyes flickered back to the medical staff, who motioned for him to set you down on the bed. He did so, carefully, but swiftly. Finally. One of them murmured for him to continue to distract you and keep you awake for them. He could do that. He could definitely do that.

He knelt down beside your head, so you would face away from the doctors working on your injury. There was… so much blood. Jeonghan swallowed. "It'd be a small thing," he told you, "nothing big. Our families, friends from the academy, that sort of thing. We'd have a live orchestra during the ceremony and a band for the reception."

Hand smoothing over the dampened hair against your forehead, Jeonghan hoped you couldn't feel him shaking. "I was thinking a pagoda over a beach cliff. Something stupidly romantic like that."

"That is stupidly romantic," you rasped, agreeing. You bit your lip, feeling something sting sharply at your injury and twist. 

Jeonghan grabbed your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you needed. "I thought so. And we'd have handwritten vows, of course. Cheol would probably be your Man of Honor."

"You're not wrong." You would have joked about calling him your Maid of Honor instead if you had the strength. 

"And when you walked down the aisle—fuck, I'd probably cry." A tear slipped down the slope of his cheek and you wished you could lift yourself up and kiss it away. 

"Hannie?" Your voice was tight from trying to keep the pain in. Whatever the hell those doctors were doing, you could definitely feel it. 

He nodded, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "Mhm?"

"Can we get married after this?"

Jeonghan smiled, genuinely this time, and you saw the light return to his eyes if only for a split second. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "God yes—I never thought you'd ask."

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“did someone say something to you?”

jisung was fuming. he knew you like you were the back of his hand—seeing you at the level upset as you were only infuriated him even more.

“no, no. i’ll be fine, ‘sung.” you try your best to smile at him even through the tears blurring your vision.

your boyfriend sighs, tugging you towards him as a soft sob escapes your lips.

“shh. i’m here, baby. cry it all out.”