#dua to get pregnant in a month

[moonydustx]

how they would react to F!Reader saying she's pregnant but with Shanks, Rayleigh and Law?

Oi oi! Turu bem? Vou deixar até o comecinho da resposta em português porque sim hahahahah primeiro, obrigada pelo pedido e segundo, eu acho que me empolguei escrevendo de novo, sou inimiga do resumo. O do Ray acho que pode ter ficado um pouco confuso porque tentei usar as duas eras (como pode ele ser tãão saborosíssimo toda vez que aparece, af). Mas é isso, obrigadão e espero que goste <3

And here’s the translation of the day: Hey Hey! How are you? I'll even leave the beginning of the answer in portuguese because yes hahahahah (for those who don't understand PT-BR, I discovered that the requester is brazilian like me) firstly, thank you for the request and secondly, I think I got carried away writing again. I think Ray's might have been a little confusing because I tried to use both eras (how can he be so delicious every time he appears, haha). But that's it, thank you and I hope you like it <3

Oh, and hello @badlandsx! I'm tagging you here because I saw your request about Law, but don't worry, I'll soon write the other part that you also requested. Thank you <3

requests open | one piece masterlist (other pregnancy stories are here)

Warnings are place individually in each story.

Rayleigh

Warnings: mentions of new and old Ray, like I said I love them both. Buggy and Shanks kids are one of my favorite things about Roger's era, so we have them here. Mention to F!Reader being an herbalist. Brief not-so-canonical mention of Sabaody's arc.

Acid temperament, answers on the tip of the tongue, a captivating smile. Rayleigh didn't have much of an option but to fall in love at first sight when you two bumped into each other in a random bar on a random island. It didn't matter anymore when he managed to convince you to be part of the crew. Your knowledge of herbs and medicines was just an excuse he used to get the captain to accept - and Roger knew Silvers Rayleigh enough to know it was just a pretext for you to get on board.

It didn't take long for the glances exchanged and toasts proposed to turn into hidden moments at Oro Jackson, kisses stolen when others weren't looking, that turned into a golden ring around your finger. Now, such moments had turned into a new life being generated in you.

"You should stay less agitated for now, please." Crocus asked. You had come up with a lame excuse for him to stay on the ship with you while the others had disembarked. "By my reckoning, these are still the first few months, it's the most sensitive period. Any more aggressive activity can bring risks."

"You will die?" Buggy's squeaky voice caught the two of you's attention. When you found the spot where the boy was hiding, you saw Shanks cover his companion's mouth.

"Nothing like that, come here." you leaned on the counter, calling out to the two who soon stopped in front of you. "How much of our conversation did you hear?"

"That you don't really know what to do, and that you need to be less agitated and that you're sensitive." Shanks took the lead, listing, Buggy came further behind, eyes attentive to your every movement.

The two boys already saw you almost as a motherly figure, always trying to hide and lean on you whenever they got into trouble, of course they would be scared to hear such loose information.

"I'll trust you two, but I want you both to keep your mouth shut." you bent down to his level. "I'm pregnant, but it's too early for anyone to know, okay?"

"Pregnant?" they both screamed and you covered their mouths. Further behind you, Crocus was deliberately laughing at the two boys' reactions. "Does that mean it's the baby that's hurting you?" Buggy completed.

"No one was hurt." the doctor took the lead, explaining to both of them. "A pregnant woman requires more care and is also more sensitive. Well, you knowing this can be of great help."

"What do you mean by that?" Just like you, the boys seemed to have doubt written all over their faces.

"Someone here loves to get into trouble, until Rayleigh finds out and can keep an eye on you, you two are responsible for it. No fights, no crazy adventures, no almost anything." the man laughed when he saw your indignant expression.

"I promise to keep her and the baby safe." Shanks puffed out his chest, taking pride in what he had said.

"What? I promise more than him." Buggy grumbled.

"As long as you both promise to keep quiet, that's fine with me."

When the two youngest saluted, you knew you were screwed.

It was difficult to disguise such a situation when in the following days the two of them became your shadow. The only time you could see yourself alone was going to the bathroom. If you went to your little corner to work, one of the two would be sitting next to you, following everything you explained to them - since they were there, they would learn something. In day-to-day tasks, one of them always set out to do his part. Rayleigh was already finding their little movement strange, but he knew how attached you were to both of them, so it wasn't something that bothered him.

"I'm going to take advantage of the fact that it's our last day here and I'm going to go down to the village, I need to get some materials." you announced. "Does anyone need anything?"

"Everything's fine here." Gaban warned and one by one, the other companions agreed.

"Wait!" a panting Buggy ran across the boat. "I'll go with you."

"Get out you fool, I'll go." Shanks shouted from the other side.

"Come on, the three of you, what do you think?" you suggested, before his little fight escalated.

"You two don't think you're stealing much of my wife's attention, do you?" Rayleigh proposed, seeing the two swallow hard and deny it. "Alright, enjoy the little walk."

It was supposed to be a quick visit to the island, if the boys didn't decide to start trouble with one of the sellers, you got in the middle and now you were lying on your ass on the floor - in the pushing and shoving, there ended up being a push for you while arguing with the seller . Before you could calm the boys down, you saw them running towards the ship, shit.

Rayleigh's attention was stolen when he saw the two crew members rushing into the Oro Jackson. Buggy burst into tears and insults directed at his friend, while Shanks seemed to be looking for someone specific. You, however, were not with them. It didn't take much to connect the facts.

"Where is she?" He approached the kids, completely ignoring them. "What happened?"

"A tragedy." Buggy, dramatically, started crying even more.

"You idiot! We can't tell them anything." Shanks poked Buggy, who immediately retaliated with a push.

"Crocus said we should keep an eye on her and now she's fallen and is going to die!"

"She fell?" Rayleigh was already impatient with their drama, unable to find any connection in their grumbling. "Explain this properly."

"It was just a fall, nothing big." the redhead tried to alleviate the situation.

"Boys, it was just a fall, she's definitely gotten herself into bigger trouble." Roger laughed, watching the two boys pushing each other.

"I don't want to know. Where's Crocus?" Buggy grumbled, ignoring the captain's own laughter and his friend's false calm temperament.

"What kind of fall was that for you two to be so worried about?" Rayleigh held out his hands, pushing the two boys apart by their foreheads.

"This idiot went looking for a fight." Shanks tried to reach the clown, stopped by the first mate's hand.

"And this idiot who doesn't know how to keep his tongue in his mouth." Buggy fought back, only hitting the air.

"First she said we were supposed to be quiet."

"You knock down a pregnant woman and I'm the one who has to stay quiet!" The words that came out of Buggy were able to provoke silence among the other pirates. "Shit!"

"She's going to kill us man."

"Where is she?" Crocus appeared, stopping in front of the boys and an astonished Rayleigh. "How did she fall? What's all that crying, Buggy?"

"Is she the pregnant woman?" Rayleigh asked in a much calmer tone than usual.

The hands were now no longer used to separate the boys, they just hung beside his body. Seeing the two kids swallow hard and look at each other, Rayleigh no longer needed any more answers.

"Rayleigh, Crocus go to her, now." Even with Roger's orders, Rayleigh was already heading in the direction of leaving the boat, not worrying about who would follow him.

Upon entering the village, it didn't take many steps for them to find you - only then did Rayleigh notice the doctor's presence. What was strange was finding you still lying on the floor, your elbows propped up to keep your face up while you were still arguing with the man in front of you. You didn't look hurt, you just looked mad at the man.

"It was just some herbs!" you shouted, excited.

"You idiot! If it was just some herbs, you should pay." the man shouted back.

Before you could respond, a body appeared in front of you and you didn't need much to recognize that it was your husband.

"What is happening?" his patient voice asked, looking at you over his shoulder. "I see that you seem to have problems with my wife."

"You see, she allowed two boys to steal herbs from my store."

"That is true?" he turned to you, finding a wry smile. Your permissiveness with the boys would still kill him. "How much does she owe you?"

The man spoke and almost as if predicting the problem, Crocus threw some coins to Rayleigh, who handed them to the man. A few seconds later, they were both around you.

"Did you get hurt?" the doctor asked, seeing your eyes dart from his to your husband's. "Buggy accidentally told him that little secret."

"Shit." your grumble was low, in a way you avoided looking at Rayleigh. "Maybe I spent my money buying some sweets for the three of us, but I needed those herbs too." you list, feeling your face burn with guilt and shame.

"Do you feel any pain?" Rayleigh asked, his voice almost forcing you to face him. Without finding words, you just denied it. "Great. Let's go back to the ship."

Crocus supported you by the waist and as soon as you stood up, you bitterly regretted having denied the question your husband had asked. The excruciating pain that shot up from your foot made you scream and fall forward, being held by Rayleigh.

"I was wrong, so wrong, what the hell." you grumbled, taking your aching foot off the ground. "It fucking hurts, it really hurts, Ray, do something." your teary eyes searched for his, who looked attentively in your direction.

"First I need you to calm down, sweetheart." he asked, wrapping his arm around you and providing even more support. "Crocus, what do we have?"

"Let me see." he bent down again, finding a swollen ankle. "It could just be a sprain or it could be broken, let's go back and that way I can see calmly."

"Go ahead, I'll take her."

The doctor took a few steps away and the two of you remained there for a few seconds, until Rayleigh took you in his arms and took you back to the ship. You knew he wanted to tell you something, but you also knew that that wasn't the appropriate place.

Before you could receive the necessary medical attention, you needed to calm both boys down. Maybe the explanation you and Crocus gave the two of them earlier had been too much for them to think that a little fight would bring you down. Rayleigh ushered them both out and closed the door behind him.

"When were you thinking of telling me?" he asked, still distant.

"To be honest, I still don't know." a light laugh escaped your lips. "They both found out by accident, hearing me talk to Crocus."

"I still can't believe those little idiots found out before me." his expression softened as he approached you.

"Are you mad at me?" His hands circled your waist, pulling you to the middle of the bed.

He gently created space for himself between your legs, taking care to place your bandaged ankle to the side. The fierce kisses this time were replaced by some caresses along your lap, some quick kisses on your lips.

"Furious?" His smile floated to your forehead, turning into a small kiss. "I just found out that the woman I love most is about to bear me a child. How can I be furious with such good news?"

His mouth once again met yours and despite the softness in which your tongues tangled, the gentle touch of his hand sliding down your side - curious fingers floating over the fabric on your belly - before your dress found a different path than your body, a small external noise caught the attention of both of you.

"Sure." Rayleigh pulled away just enough, allowing you to still feel his breath against yours. "You know it's Roger who's waiting, don't you?"

"Yeah." you laughed, seeing him groan as he let go of you.

"And that he's about to come out screaming with joy" he asked again and you nodded, trying to adjust yourself in bed and hide any evidence of what was about to happen.

Rayleigh barely opened the wooden door and Roger followed by other companions entered, a smile from ear to ear.

"A child!" He pulled you from the bed, hugging you tightly. "Another crewmate for us! This is incredible, get ready today we're going to drink, we're going to celebrate."

"Oi! She can't drink." Rayleigh pointed out and saw Roger let go of you a little and then hug you tightly again.

"Then let's eat, eat a lot. I'm going to order an incredible feast!"

If before your concern was to escape the needy and attentive claws of Buggy and Shanks, now the two boys seemed to have found company. Your other companions - being practically led by Rayleigh made you feel adorable all the time. Even with your hormones screaming at the top of your skin, even with all the strange desires and the constant need to be attached to your husband, everyone seemed to be ready and happy to see you pregnant. Rayleigh felt proud and a little overprotective of you, no wonder, since you had already returned to the boat covered in blood that didn't belong to you just because someone had tried to rob you or when you almost convinced Roger to loot a village because you wanted cakes from a bakery that was closed when you docked. You still preferred to stick to your herbs, but that didn't mean you were harmless.

Little Arthur came into the world calmly and quickly, as if everything was meticulously planned for him to arrive on that peaceful afternoon. Even though you were still uncomfortable and tired after giving birth, you couldn't contain your laughter when you saw the two youngest members of the crew fighting over who would pick up the little one first. Knowing the affection and care attached to you, you proudly allowed the two of you to carry the title of little Arth's uncles - provoking yet another argument over who was the favorite.

The bonds between you and Rayleigh became even tighter after the birth of Arth and, shortly after, little Dalia. A few years after the gang broke up and Roger was executed and on that day, you and your husband stepped back from the role of parents and allowed yourselves to cry on each other's shoulders. The tears of pain at the loss of Roger soon turned to missing your eldest son, a fruit doesn't fall far from the tree and of course, Arth never let you two tell him everything you knew, he would find a crew so that together they could find the One Piece.

The door to your house opened and you saw a familiar face enter. A mother knows very well what each child's traits could bring and when you saw an almost identical copy of Rayleigh rush through the door, you knew it was your boy back. He had finally found a crew - one that carried a straw hat familiar to the one you knew.

"What?" the voice of his companions shouted in unison as Rayleigh properly introduced the two of you.

"You mean you know everything?" Usopp turned to Arth, who just shook his head. "Oh, that's a lot of information at once."

"We never told him anything." you explained, holding your third child in your arms, a girl who had just turned four years old.

"You said your parents were pirates, but you never specified which ones." Luffy pointed out, his mouth full of food.

"My parents already had their time, now they have other priorities." Arth took little Lure from you, the girl's laugh echoed throughout the room. "Just like this little one here."

"You only have these two children?" Nami asked, interested in the difference between you and Rayleigh to the white-haired child.

"In fact, only Dalia and Arth were born to me. Ray saved our little Lure from being sold to those damn nobles. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to save her family, but we took it upon ourselves to take care of her."

"And Dalia is also a pirate?"

"Not for now, but she's on an island with some of our friends, training." you simply informed, seeing that Arth had understood the message.

That same day, you saw your son disappear before your eyes, into the hands of the tyrant Kuma. Luffy looked desolate and you followed suit, both screams echoing through the damp Sabaody forest. Only when Rayleigh managed to drag you back home did you understand that your boy would be far away, safer and according to Kuma himself, with someone you both would trust with your eyes closed.

Almost two years have passed since Rayleigh took on a mission and left you alone on the island, taking care of what was left behind.

"Father?" Lure's voice caught your attention. At the door, Rayleigh crouched down, waiting for the white-haired girl to jump towards him.

"My sweetie you are so huge!" he let the girl hang onto him, filling the top of her head with kisses. "If I took a little longer, you'd be bigger than me."

"I missed you so much." she clung to Rayleigh, who was walking towards you. "Mommy too."

"I bet she felt it too." With one of his free hands, he circled your waist, lightly kissing your lips. "I hope two of my favorite girls are okay."

"Dad, did you know that Uncle Duval asked Mom to stay with him?" The girl laughed at the little gossip told, earning a reprimanding look from you, even if it was a joke.

"Uncle Duval, hm? I'll have a little talk with him." Rayleigh placed her on the floor, yet the girl remained there beside you, paying attention to everything.

"Just a friend of the Straw Hats, we took care of Sunny while you were gone. I even tried to start the plating, but I'd rather focus on my teas." You explained, allowing yourself to hug him completely. "How are things over there?"

"By things, do you talk about our Dalia?"

"Perhaps." the passive tone in your voice became even calmer when your face was buried in his chest. "I miss my little girl."

"She promised to come soon and she's doing great, she's been one of Kikyo's right-hand men. She's so strong, you'll be proud." he felt you nod against his skin, the distance of two years seemed too far for a quick hug to satisfy. "Want to know about Arth?"

"Have you heard from him?"

"Is little brother Arth coming?" Lure clung to Rayleigh's leg, watching her father. Even without the blood connection, the black king found it comical to say the least how similar you two had become.

"Not yet, my dear. And I haven't heard from him exactly, but rather where he is." Rayleigh began to explain, meeting your curious eyes. "I only received a small note."

He took it out and handed you the small crumpled paper. The tranquility that had been missing for two years invaded you as you read each word.

I hope this reaches you and your wife, Rayleigh-san. Knowing her, I believe she is distraught over Arth's disappearance. He has been training with me and I promise that I will keep that old promise to keep him safe. No clumsy clowns this time.

Shanks.

Shanks

warnings: F!Reader and Shanks don't have a fixed relationship at the beginning of the story, F!Reader has a restaurant. Maybe wrong use of haki, brief spicier section and brief mentions of childbirth. Shanks is an adorable girl dad here. Emony, in some language that I don't remember, is a name related to treasure.

"When are you going to go to sea with me?"

That question had already been repeated countless times every day that Shanks decided to stop at your restaurant. He always made up a little excuse that his crew was hungry and that no other place in that city would be able to fulfill his orders. He repeated every time you served dishes wearing the apron he said made you look amazing, every time he convinced you to stop working for a bit and share a dish with him, every time he was on top of you. you on the bed, as you asked for more and more.

However, every time the answer was the same.

"Give me a good reason red-haired, one other than me ending up in your bed, and I will."

You had already lost track of the times he did this, that he asked and you refused, that you shared hours together and the next morning he left you to return a few months later. This time however, it was difficult to lose track of time, as with each passing day, you discovered a change in your body. It started with irritability, then the aching body, nausea and finally, the positive test on your hand and your shocked family right behind you.

The whole city already knew that you were the redhead's favorite person and at that point, no one dared to mess with you or insinuate anything. Knowing how quickly rumors could spread, you chose to keep it a secret until it became impossible. The secret only lasted four months before his jolly roger appears on the horizon. Already knowing the routine he used to have on the island, you prepared yourself to soon find him entering the door.

"Finally, my favorite cook." his voice hit you before you even saw him. "Long time no see you."

"Yeah, it's been a while." out of habit, you allowed his hand to hug your waist, but you tried not to tighten yourself too much in his embrace.

"Everything is fine?" he asked, noticing your more distant behavior.

"Yeah, it's just been a busy day. What can I get you guys?"

"What's good on the menu today?" Lucky Roux asked, his typical piece of meat at hand had already reached its end.

"A fish stew, we also have some pies. Did you bring any new recipes for me?" You reached out to him.

Since the first time you met the red-haired pirates, you and him had gotten along well and the little deal was that he would always bring new recipes and in return, he was the only one who didn't pay at your family's restaurant.

"Spicy noodles and oysters with honey." he stretched out the two papers in his hand. "Two recipes, two dishes."

"Okay, you win. Anyone else want some stew?" the men piled in, affirming yes. Before you could leave, you felt Shanks' hand grab yours.

"Wait a second." a chill passed through your body as his eyes analyzed you. "You look different, I don't know. It's like you're even more beautiful."

"Don't give me those cheap lines, redhead." you warned in your playful tone. "A stew for you too?"

"The day I deny this could rip my other arm off."

Like the other times they appeared there, Shanks and the others stayed almost the entire day. Much of the food at that point had already been replaced by drinks, which forced you to practically dodge the glasses that were offered to you.

The restaurant was already empty, even your brothers who used to help you had already left, leaving you alone with the leftover dishes and tables to organize for the next day.

"It doesn't seem very gentlemanly to me to leave a lady alone." Again, just like that afternoon, you saw Shanks enter the door, ignoring the "closed" sign.

"You don't need to worry about me, I'll sort it out in a few minutes." You gave your best smile, seeing that he wasn't convinced.

"Then I can help you solve something else."

Not giving you much room to deny it or to at least try to address the issue that was hovering between the two of you, Shanks revoked his right over your mouth. Amidst the scattered tables and trying to turn off the light in the room so as not to attract so much attention, you went unnoticed by his hands taking off your apron and immediately undoing the buttons on your t-shirt. When the piece became a small puddle of fabric on the floor next to your apron and Shanks slid his hand down your torso, you realized that he had indeed noticed.

"What is that?" his voice was low, even though there were just the two of you there.

"I think you're smarter than that, redhead." you tried to alleviate the situation, seeing that it had been in vain.

"It's mine?" His eyes met yours, his serious expression made chills run up your body. Shanks was adorable, one of the kindest people you'd ever served at your restaurant, but he was still a pirate. "Hey, look at me, is it mine?"

"What do you think?" you responded immediately, seeing him take a few steps back. "I found out a few weeks after you left here last time, so far it's been easy to hide with dresses and aprons, but it looks like it won't last long."

"So it's mine?" he insisted, making you huff in frustration.

"The last time you came here, I remember you making me scream a few times that I was yours. I am a woman of my word, there is no one else who is the father of this baby but you."

His expression soon contorted from something serious to a slight smile that turned into a loud laugh. His hand found your face, stroking it with some delicacy.

"You told me you needed a good reason to leave with me." he started, seeing you already look disbelieved. "And no, I don't want you just in my bed. I want you by my side, forever. I want you to leave with me so I can make you my wife. To make you the mother of all my children." his hand reached down and caressed the bump on your belly. "This explains so much."

"So much, tomato head?" You let your hand rest on top of his, enjoying the affection.

"Your bad mood when you saw my face or you refusing to drink with me." He approached, pressing his face to yours. "You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

"Shanks…"

"Please say yes."

He used that entire night to convince you to go on board with him and the next morning to help you pack your bags and head to his ship. When the other companions saw your face, they were in disbelief for a while until the true reason for your presence was explained, to everyone's delight.

For a moment, it was too much information for your head, learning a little about the life of a pirate, understanding what Shanks was like as a captain and the changes in your body seemed too much for you. It wasn't surprising that you had practically hijacked the ship's kitchen all to yourself and it was very common to find you in the early hours of the morning, up to something.

"What's the recipe for today, mummy?" Shanks appeared, his face still crumpled indicating that he had just woken up from a good sleep.

"A cake, that's all." you just responded, feeling him press himself behind you and slide his hand over your big eight-month-old belly.

"And what's the name of the cake?" He leaned over your shoulder, still caressing you. "Is it "I'm worried about my baby's future." or "The baby woke me up by kicking me in the ribs"?

"How do you know that?" you laughed, taking some of the still raw dough for him to taste.

"Delicious." he muttered before he could follow up on any thoughts. "Daddy's Haki. I always know what's going on with my baby."

"Oh, of course." you laughed and immediately felt the same pain that had gotten you out of bed a few hours ago and had been recurring in the last few moments. You knew what it was, you just wanted to enjoy the time you still had with your baby inside.

"Honey?" Shanks asked as he saw you lean your body against his and groan in pain. "My love, what is it?"

"Didn't daddy's haki help you this time?" you tried to laugh but the pain hit you again. Before you could continue your sequence of laments, you felt your dress and as a result of the proximity, Shanks got wet.

"No, it didn't help, it's happening now, isn't it? Hongo!" he started screaming, trying to pick you up.

"Shanks, what if…" your eyes moistened with anxiety and accumulated tears. "What if I'm a terrible mother? What if nothing works? What if I can't bring our baby into the world?"

"There's no what if." he pointed out, gently pulling your chin. "Look at me, we're going to bring our first child into the world and everything will be fine. Come on, it's time to meet our baby."

Emony was born after long hours of labor. The small tuft of red hair was identical to Shanks's and her cry was celebrated by the entire ship who had woken up with your screams of pain and with Shanks running back and forth behind Hongo.

The girl was a little copy of her father, from her red hair to her attitude, which made you constantly laugh - after all, at the age of five she had already declared that she was going after One Piece alone when you two gave her a little scolding for her coming out of hiding during a fight you were involved in. You should also anticipate that the girl's strength would be derived from her father and not hers. A break on an island meant having the two of you spotted by enemy pirates while you were taking a walk with little Emony. After trying to escape and fight, you both ended up surrendering, you were on your knees, a gun against your head and little Emony was lifted by the collar of her dress.

"My daddy is going to finish you off, your shit" she declared, trying to kick the man, completely in vain.

"Will he really do that?" the man teased her, seeing the girl become even more nervous. "I'll be waiting for."

"You know this is his territory, what do you want on this island?" you asked and felt the gun being pressed even more against your head.

"Take it away from my mommy!!" Emony screamed and you felt something different in the air.

The man who was pointing the gun at you fell, fainted, as did the other men who accompanied the pirate. Their captain let out a loud laugh, pressing his hand even tighter against Emony's dress.

"Haki? At such a young age?"

"Mommy!" the girl jolted towards you, seeing you get up and walk towards her.

"I suggest you take your rotten hands off my daughter." Shanks' voice came from behind the man.

By dodging a little, you can see the crew approaching. Benn was already pointing a gun, almost glued to the head of the tyrant who had his hands on your little Emony.

"This here?" he shook the girl dismissively, turning to face Shanks. "You know, lately the navy has been investing a lot of money in Yonko's children." the man threatened, a stupid smile adorning his lips. "What's your offer for the brat?"

"Lucky, Yassop?" Shanks just signed. "You guys take my girls inside."

Without waiting for the man to respond, the redhead punched him in the face and before Emony could reach the ground, Lucky caught her. The two of you were taken inside a small store, where some vendors offered water and a place to calm down.

"Where are my girls?" Shanks' voice reached the two of you, but your daughter ran to him, hugging her father's legs, who picked her up. "Are you hurt, my little one?"

"No daddy." she smiled, victoriously. "You see, I'm ready to be a pirate." the joy in her voice brought some peace of mind to both of you.

"I thought you were already a pirate." Benn, who accompanied Shanks, commented and got the girl's response by sticking her tongue out at him.

"I'm going to be the greatest pirate! Just like dad." she replied, shaking herself off Shanks' lap. "Come on Uncle Benn, I bet I beat you."

"Bet? Let's see." The first mate let the girl hit him a few times, laughing at her effort.

"And you, love, were you hurt?" Shanks stood next to you, holding your shaking hand.

"I just got scared. Shanks, she…"

"I felt it. That's how I knew she was in danger." he replied before the question even left your thoughts. "She's barely trained and can already do this? She's really going to be a great pirate."

"Babe…" your warning tone made it clear that this was not the time for him to encourage such ideas.

"Imagine, she's a captain? Our daughter has a big future. In fact, we know who she takes after." the man boasted, earning a shove in response. "I think she needs companions."

"She can arrange it over time."

"Or we can help." the mischievous tone was already almost inert to the way he spoke to you. "Just a few more babies, a first mate, a cook." He started to list, seeing you deny it. "But you look so beautiful pregnant."

"Forget it Shanks."

"Daddy, mummy!" Emony's voice drew you both in. You watched the girl pose as victorious, on top of a Benn Beckman, Lucky, Yasopp and Limejuice piled on the floor, pretending to be defeated. "I won!"

"Now I challenge you, my little fire hair." Shanks joined in the game, going over to the girl.

Maybe some brothers for Emony would be nice - and maybe Shanks would have given you a good reason to accompany him every time you saw him love your little daughter.

Law

Part 2 here

warnings: angst, more angst, arguments with a fluff and happy ending. I mean, do I really need to inform you that our boy is going to freak out about the possibility of amber lead in his baby? Perhaps not very common uses of his DF, Law freaks out for a while, but then becomes the best dad in the world (we saw so little of Law with Lammy, but I bet he was an amazing brother and that he would be such a great girl's dad). And of course, Rosi comes from Rosinante. This text here is huge, sorry.

Being subordinate and companion to a captain who happened to be a doctor was one of the most practical things in your life. Did you catch the flu? He would solve it. Were you injured in battle? Just call the captain.

This meant not having any problems, especially after you decided to start dating. Law became even more attentive to every detail of your health, which made you realize that you didn't have much time to deal with the situation in your hands - more precisely, the situation in your womb.

The tests remained hidden in Ikkaku's drawer, with her being his only confidant at that moment. You wanted to know how many months it was, to be able to share such news, but you knew that as soon as Law found out, he would freak out and that's why you were avoiding him.

Avoiding, in the past verb, after all, he had already noticed something wrong between the two of you. Two knocks on your bedroom door startled you and your roommate.

"Hey." he looked dejected when the door opened, his attention automatically turned to Ikkaku. "Mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?"

"Of course captain." a pious look came from her towards you, before the woman disappeared from your field of vision.

Law, not knowing what to say, sat next to you. As you tried to grab his hand, you felt him move away. Damn it.

"How long have you known?" his cold tone dictated that he was probably not happy at all with the news.

"How do you know?" you answered his question with another, trying to buy time before the approaching storm.

"Today marks two months since you haven't asked me for help with any colic or complained about being sinking in a red river." he laughed, even though he didn't look happy. "By my reckoning, it's also been two months since that day in the kitchen."

Of course, the day in the kitchen. You and Law were always careful, even if you already used your contraceptive method, you preferred to use other types of protection. Except when you arrived at Polar Tang drunk and alone, which resulted in a unprotected sex session on the shared kitchen table.

"Quite a recipe we made." You tried to make fun of him.

"What do we do?" For the first time at that moment, you saw Law's eyes actually find you, worried and afraid.

"What do we do?" you repeated. "I'm pregnant Law, I don't know if there's much to do other than wait for the baby to be born."

"You know what worries me." his harsh response cut through any kind of excitement you held back. "You know very well what will happen to this child."

"What can happen." you corrected him.

"Would you rather risk waiting the nine months, giving birth and seeing your child die some time later? Sounds like a great idea to me." Cynicism echoed in his words just as your two voices were already much louder, taking your hatred to levels you didn't yet know.

"Would you rather I have an abortion and then spend the rest of my life wondering what if my baby had been born healthy?" his silence was the answer you needed at that moment. "You know what? Leave me on the next island, I'd rather take a risk and have my baby happy than have to abort it or even worse, my baby has to live with a parent who hates its existence."

"You don't understand what this could entail." He stood up too, trying to put something that looked like sense into your head. "You stay here until this is resolved."

"This has already been resolved and you don't need to have any involvement in my baby's life." you were sure the entire submarine was already listening to that argument between the two of you. "Get out of here, Law."

"But…"

"Get out of here!" you screamed even louder, seeing the man give up and leave. It only took a few seconds for Ikkaku to appear and allow you to cry for hours on her shoulder.

Anyone looking from the outside could see that you two were in pain. Law had become a shadow of the captain he was, only having small appearances to issue orders or to follow you - even without saying many words - every time you approached an island, fearing that you would leave the crew. Even though the two of you didn't talk anymore, you knew that his disappearance was related to studying everything he could about the disease that ravaged his country and was also present in him.

In the two months that had passed, Law had stopped being your boyfriend and practically become your doctor. Without exchanging many words, you only met when he decided to do some examination on you. To break the mood, you always took one of your friends along. The little information you had about Law came from Bepo, Shachi or Penguin, the only ones who were still able to invade his room and talk to him. Like that afternoon, when they insisted that you convince him to leave the room and have dinner with all his companions.

"Law?" two knocks on the door accompanied your voice. His tired look hit you immediately.

"How can I help you?"

"I wanted you to come have dinner with us." you tried to appeal to what you want. Many times, before pregnancy, that had worked.

"I am a little busy."

"I can bring something here." You suggested, approaching him. On the table, you saw accumulated papers, the vast majority of which titles were not related to Amber Lead.

"No need to worry, I'm fine." he simply replied, seeing that you were reading the papers on his desk. "I found some new studies."

"Law, I told you that you don't need to worry about that right now, we don't know yet…"

"When would you rather I worry?" the cynicism was once again there in his voice and he knew how much you hated it. "When you die on the table because for some reason this shit got to you? Or when I watch our baby die?"

"Now is he our baby?" you used the same resource as him. "From what I remember, I had made it very clear that I didn't want you to be involved in this."

"But it's my obligation."

"Your obligation as a father? I think you lost that right when you made it very clear that I had to take my baby away." you started to walk away from his desk. "Or your obligation as captain? As a boyfriend that isn't, I don't know what it's like to have a boyfriend for a good few months."

"I was busy, trying to find a cure for you two."

"We're both not sick." you sounded offended by what he had proposed. "But keep it up, sink into your books, don't worry when I disappear from this fucking submarine."

You left slamming the door, stressed. The looks that reached you seemed full of pity and concern. You only managed to get as far as the kitchen before a pang hit your head and stomach. Being supported by your colleagues, the only request you made was that no one tell Law about it. You wouldn't give him reason in his incessant search for something he didn't yet know.

Alleviating your worries, the diagnosis arrived quickly: just a spike in high blood pressure. A few hours of rest and an IV should do the trick. When you saw Bepo murmur an apology, you knew exactly what he was going to do and so did your friends, as little by little they left you alone. You remained turned away, even though you heard the door open. Something in the air had changed, it was as if you immediately felt more tense and prepared for another argument.

"Babe, can we talk?" Law's voice sounded much lower than normal, definitely attracting your attention. His affectionate way of calling you was an easy way to make you fall for his words. You turned around, facing him and started to adjust yourself to sit on the stretcher. "No, please, stay still there."

"I'm just going to sit down." You did so, your movement being followed to the millimeter by his eyes. "Just to be clear, I don't want to fight."

"I didn't come here for that reason." he approached, hesitating with every step he took. "Actually, I know you didn't want me to come here for any reason."

"I just don't want to have to hear from my doctor that I'd better have given up on the idea." you turned around, allowing your legs to dangle. "I understand your concerns Law and I would be lying if I said I haven't been terrified of the idea since I saw the first positive test."

"I know." He finally stopped a short distance away, but he still didn't touch you. "I… I-I, damn, why is it so hard?"

"Just let the words come, don't think about them." you suggested, figuring it was just pride keeping you from apologizing for all the previous argument.

"I-I feel like shit." a sigh came out along with the words. "You're right, as a boyfriend I've been terrible, as a doctor then, just look at the fact that you're in a hospital bed and the last person to be informed is me." his fists clenched and then loosened, his tattooed hands rubbed against his face, perhaps in an attempt to get the words out of him.

"Law?" your heart broke when you heard a sniffle come from him, it was the last gesture you expected after everything, it was difficult to connect the information like this.

"I can't lose you and I know it doesn't seem like it, I know I've been a terrible person, but I love this child. I can't lose this too." For the first time after so long together, you saw tears run down your loved one's face. His hands stuck to his hat, pulling in a failed attempt to hide his face. "I can't stop regretting saying that to you, what if our baby hates me for it? What if our baby knows that for a moment, even a small moment, I didn't want him or her to exist."

"My love?" You extended your hand, being accepted by him. Law fit between your legs and buried his face in your neck, even with the muffled sound, you only heard his murmurs and sobs.

"I'm sorry, please. For yelling and being an idiot." he asked, still not letting go of you. "I just can't deal with the thought of losing either of you."

"My dear, look at me." his irises remained almost hidden by the tears that accumulated at his waterline. Your hands dried his face and you didn't know how you weren't crying together. "We still don't know if our child will have amber lead disease, we don't know the scope of your fruit in the cure."

"What should we do in the meantime?"

"As I told you, wait. Make the best of this little time we have until the baby is born." you suggested while your hands traced caresses on his face. "And I just want, I need, my boyfriend back. I don't know how far I can go without you by my side."

"I promise to get better, I promise to take care of you." he replied, taking a deep breath and composing himself. With his hands rubbing his face, Law looked much more centered. "What happened today? When Bepo called me, he just told me it was a blood pressure problem and that you were resting."

"I said I want my boyfriend." you insisted with a smile on your face and saw a small ghost of what would be a smile on Law too.

Law first checked the serum that was being applied to you and then took off the hat he was wearing, placing it on your hair. With his face millimeters away from yours, he placed a quick kiss on your lips, followed by one more and another, until finally you gave way to him. The skin of his face was still damp against your face and your fingers caressed his scalp, the gesture he loved so much and god, how he had missed it. When Law pulled away, you almost pulled him back. Two months were too long apart - even under the same roof.

"I missed you so much." You confessed, not wanting to let go of his hand.

"I missed you too my love, I'm sorry for being such an idiot for so long." He sank against your skin again, this time stealing a few kisses along the way. "What do you think we make up for lost time?"

"That sounds interesting to me."

"No, no sex." he cut you off as soon as he saw you smile mischievously. "Room."

You were back in his room, now lying on the soft bed with gray sheets. Along with the two of you, only the serum and support tied to your skin had come. Law adjusted himself, sitting with his back against the wall and adjusting your body to be against his skin. You saw from the corner of your eye his hand go towards you and retreat, ignoring any complaint he would make, you pulled it back and placed it flat against your belly.

"I don't think you can feel it yet, but I've already started to feel some small movements. In fact, I thought I had stomach gas, until Ikkaku and I found a book explaining that it was the baby." You explained and looking over your shoulder, you could see bright gray eyes staring at you. "Right now, from what I feel, the baby is here." you slid his hand away, stopping next to your side.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, using his other arm to hug you even tighter. You nodded and saw him smile at the likely thought that crossed his mind before the words came out. "The other day, I accidentally spied on you in your room. I think you had just gotten out of the shower and were in front of the mirror."

"Oh no Law, I don't believe it." you laughed, already knowing what day it was.

"I think you spent about fifteen minutes posing in front of the mirror, caressing our child in your womb. God, you looked so beautiful, so radiant." he allowed himself to almost melt against the wall behind him. "I'm sorry I wasted so much time, so much stuff."

"Can I tell you something too? I actually need to update you on a few things." you asked and felt his face move against your skin, nodding. "Did you know that our baby is already just like you? I can't even see a piece of bread before I'm ready to spill my stomach."

That night, the two of you spent a lot of time there. You telling him about the little news that Law had missed in the time you didn't talk and him explaining little curiosities to you, things that seemed incredible to him because they were happening in the body of the woman he loved and he didn't have the courage to tell you before.

In the fifth month - now with a new version of Law, one much more adept at the idea of ​​being a father and much more attached to you. You were dragged by him to a small room, finding Ikkaku, Shachi and Penguin sitting at the table waiting for you.

"What is that?" You sat down in the chair that Law arranged for you, he soon took the place next to you.

"You said you didn't want me as a doctor, so if you want and you have time to think about it, they will be your doctor."

"And you?" your voice was almost cornered, trying to connect the pieces of the situation that was presented. "Aren't you going to be at the birth?"

"I'll be there all the time and any problem, I'll take care of it. But I want to be there for you, for our baby. Instead of scalpels and speculums, I just want to hold your hand." Law chuckled as he saw your little pout that you made start to tremble. "Sound like a good idea to you?"

"T-This is in-amazing." despite Law seeing you get emotional, the loudest crying came from the other side of the table.

"Man, that was beautiful." Shachi was struggling, leaning on Penguin.

"It's so good that you guys are back."

"Idiots." the woman commented, turning to you. "Come on, tell me everything you expect from the birth of our little baby."

After spending the remaining months buried in books next to him, this time looking for good information and not just a cure for an illness, you learned that the stretcher was not a good place to give birth and that sensations were an important part of the process, in other words, goodbye Ope Ope no Mi's anesthesia powers. Law seemed to want to make up for the distance by always staying close to you and always reminding you how special you were to him, like when you looked adorable when the jumpsuit stopped fitting around your belly or when you and Bepo joined in complaining about the heat.

With the help of your own nature, the chosen doctors and Law behind you in that hot tub, your girl arrived into the world quickly and much less painfully than you thought. In the first few hours, little Rosi didn't let go of you and only when the water around the bathtub became cold did Law manage to take his focus off the little baby to take you two to a more cozy place.

In the early days, Law's hands seemed tied to Rosi. When the girl with eyes as gray as her father's wasn't on his lap, Law was following you like a shadow to ensure the health of both of you. Sometimes looking sideways, you could see Law observing every inch of the girl, in a constant search for signs of the cursed disease that had once taken his family from him. He would never allow that to happen to his little girl.

The worry lasted for years and there was never a sign of the disease or any other illness. Before, if everyone at Polar Tang had a strict health care schedule, with the arrival of the girl, attention redoubled.

Rosi was like seeing a mini-version of Law walking around, especially because of the copy of his hat that he had gotten for her. All the love that Law took to give you and her, when it was just a fetus inside you, the doctor seemed to make up for it with the girl, there wasn't something she wanted or asked for that he wasn't ready to do.

Rosi seemed to love accompanying her father in laboratories and studies, this seemed to change when she was once injured in an attack, in fact Rosi lost her balance with the Polar Tang speeding into the sea and ended up getting a cut on her forehead, patched by Ikkaku since Law was busy fending off enemies. That had been enough trauma for little Rosi to not want to know more about medical things.

"Please, my sweetie, it's just a small remedy." you tried to pull the girl out of the closet.

"No, no, no." she grumbled. The little gray eyes full of water. "It's going to hurt a lot."

"It won't hurt, my love." you insisted, seeing her deny it.

"My princess?" Law bent down, reaching her height. "Come on, this is to make you okay."

"Daddy, it's going to hurt a lot, I don't want it." she grumbled even more, knowing that Law was much easier to convince.

"Doesn't your throat hurt too?" he asked and the little girl nodded. "I promise it won't hurt anymore."

"But what about the injection?"

"Daddy also promises it won't hurt at all." he reaffirmed and saw the girl come out of hiding, heading straight into his arms. "Babe, she's a little feverish." he murmured to you, almost despair forming on his face.

"Law, it's just a cold." you warned him, following him as your daughter rested against his shoulder. You knew that when it came to Rosi's health, Law was the most concerned of all.

"Daddy, it's because I was lying on the ice with Bepo." the girl confessed the information, adjusting herself to reach Law's field of vision. "I'm just a little sick, that's it." she created a small space between her fingers.

"That's great, my love." He placed the girl sitting on the stretcher. "It means it'll only take that long for you to get better." he repeated the gesture she had made with her fingers. "Ready?" he saw her deny it, laughing. "Do you want mommy to hold your hand?"

"Yes!" She reached out her little hand to you. "Mommy, what is this?"

"It's dad's way of taking care of us." You tried to sum it up the best way. Maybe she was too young to understand how akuma no mis works.

"Ready? First take a deep breath…" Law imitated, holding the air for a while and making her laugh when she saw him puffed up. "And now…" he applied the injection to her arm. He knew it hadn't hurt at all, but the girl automatically started to pout. "My little princess, what happened? Did it hurt?"

"No." she said, her voice breaking. You both had to laugh when you saw her asking you to hold her without even moving the arm that Law had given the injection to.

"My love, what do you think…" Law bent down to look into her eyes as he spoke. "We can go to the kitchen and steal…"

"Bepo!" the girl stretched her arm towards the bear that appeared in the field of vision. "I want to be with Bepo."

"With Bepo?" Law pretended to be frustrated.

"He's warm and I'm cold." you passed the girl to Bepo, who was her favorite company. Law insisted that it was because the mental age was identical, but you always laughed at the accusations while the bear grumbled.

"What do you say we read a little?" Bepo suggested, letting Rosi climb onto his shoulder.

The two of you accompanied him to the living room, giving Bepo information about the girl being feverish. It only took a few words from the bear who started reading one of her favorite stories for Rosi to fall asleep. Law carefully took his daughter from him and started walking alongside you to the girl's room.

"I can't believe she chose to go with him."

"Well, you had just given her an injection, she harbored some resentment." you joked and saw him frown. "Maybe the next one will like us more than a huge, cuddly bear."

"Next, huh?" he spoke in a low tone, not wanting to wake the girl in his arms.

"Exactly. Or have you forgotten about the ten minutes hiding in your living room when Ikkaku was having a girls' night out with Rosi?" You saw his expression light up, a smile that you hadn't seen the first time you had this kind of conversation and that was one of your favorite things in the world.

"How long, is a month half?" he tried to hold back his louder, surprised voice.

"Yes, I took the test last week." you watched him open the door and place little Rosi on the pink bed. Before you could return to the subject, you felt him take you in his arms and lift you up, filling your face with kisses.

"I love you so much, I love you both." he put you down. "To be more exact, the three of you."

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : Pregnancy Nights

You couldn’t sleep, this was your second night in a roll where you would toss and turn but no sleep would come your way. Your back hurts, it got to the point where you couldn’t even handle laying down.

You were seven months pregnant, and laying down or even getting comfortable was starting to be difficult for you. Your husband was beside you in a deep sleep, he too has issues falling asleep but that’s due to sometimes getting nightmares, so you definitely weren’t about to wake him up.

You carefully slide out of bed, grab your cell phone and make sure the nightlight coming from the restroom is still bright enough for him. You then poke your head into your daughter's bedroom to see she was laying on her tummy, arms spread out wide, just like her father.

Before you made it to the living room, your stomach started growling, so since it was three in the morning, you decided on a snack.

You made your way into the kitchen and pulled out the jar of dilled pickles, cut it into pieces and sprinkled some tajin on top. You then grabbed a water bottle and made your way into the living room and started watching your comfort show.

******

An hour later Jack is stirring in bed, he’s reaching out for you but feels your spot is empty and cold. That has him sit up and look around the bedroom.

“Babe?” He pushes open the bathroom door completely to see if you were in there. “Y/N?”

He starts making his way downstairs and sees you sitting on the couch with a blanket on your feet. “What are you doing down here?”

You turn to look at him. “Hi, what are you doing awake?”

“I can ask you the same thing babe.” He raises his eyebrows at you and comes to sit down next to you.

“I couldn’t sleep, my back was killing me.”

“So wake me up and we could’ve cuddled.”

You smile at that. “You’ve been working non stop, you need the sleep mi amor.”

“You do too, you’re carrying precious cargo.” He rubs at your belly.

“I tried but I just couldn’t, so I decided to come down here.”

He then turns to look at the tv and sees what you’re watching. “Babe, I’m starting to think it's the main character you’re obsessed with and not the actual show.”

You smirk “I mean, Jax Teller is really hot.” You were watching Sons of Anarchy, a show you can watch over and over again.

He glares at you. “Hmm.”

You chuckle, “Oh but you can sing a song about Dua Lipa?”

He makes a shocked face expression “You said you loved that song.”

You laugh, “I do, I was trying to make an example.”

He shakes his head “You really do have a thing for white boys though. First was Paul Walker, then this guy.” He points at the tv, “Then me.”

“You’re forgetting Urban.” You tell him teasingly.

He whips his head so quickly to look at you, “You have a crush on Urb? My best friend?”

You shrug “It’s just those lips of his.” You tell him jokingly, but he’s taking it seriously. “That tongue when he’s rolling a joint.”

“Okay stop, no, I don’t want to hear it.”

You stay quiet for a little then he turns to look at you “Do you really have a crush on Urb?”

“I was joking mi amor.” You smile at him.

“Sure you were, now I have to keep you away from my best friend, and I need to find a way to block this series from our tv.” He grabs the remote and turns the tv off.

“Hey, I was watching my other husband.”

“Quit playing, now come on, let's go to bed.” He starts walking you both towards the stairs.

“Who’s playing? I’m not playing,” Your walking up the stairs now. “Charlie Hunnam is my other husband and my baby daddy.” At those words you feel your baby start kicking. You place your hand on your belly “Oww, okay I get it. I was joking.”

Jack smirks “That’s right little man, let her know you don’t like the shit she’s saying.” He’s rubbing at your belly now. “See, he’s already got my back.”

You roll your eyes at that “He’s been doing that lately you know?”

You’re in your bedroom now, Jack is helping you into bed. “Doing what baby?”

“Kicking whenever I play a song of yours, or when I watch some of your old interviews. He recognizes your voice. He even kicks whenever we have little petty fights and I don’t want you near me until I cool down.”

He gets into bed and lays down, pulling you to his chest. “Mia never did that.”

You shake your head. “Our son isn’t even born yet and he’s already team daddy.”

“Thank you.” He tells you, kisses your forehead and places his hand on the bump, something he always does to fall asleep.

“For what?”

“This, our life together, our children. You came into my life and gave me everything I ever wanted in a partner. I’m just lucky to live this with you.”

You look up at him and smile, “It wasn’t an easy road, but it was totally worth it. You make me the happiest woman alive. Our babies and I are lucky to have such a respectful and loving man in our lives.”

“I love you, in and out the stars baby, it’s you and me until the wheels fall off.”

“You can’t make me cry right now Jackman, I love you so much mi amor. I’m forever thankful for you and our children.” You kiss his lips.

“Now, the real question is, will little man get mad if I stick it in real quick?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“JACKMAN!!!!!”

“What? It’s an honest question.”

You shake your head smiling, “You’re not putting that monster inside me right now. Just cuddle me, and sing me a song so I can fall asleep, or you’ll have to deal with a cranky wife later on.”

“Not even a little dry humping?”

“JACK.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to have you yell out.”

“Oh my god.”

“That too.”

You smack his chest. “Stop, let me sleep and then we’ll talk about you making me yell or something.”

He pulls the sheets closer to cover both your bodies. “No more sneaking away from me at nights though, wake me up whenever you can’t sleep.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it, you need your rest as well. But I promise I won’t sneak away.”

“Deal, now turn that ass around so I can rub on that belly and sing your song.”

“You’re such a romantic my love.” You turn the other side, your back to his chest.

“Anything for you.” He starts rubbing at your belly and you don’t even remember if he even sang to you, as soon as you closed your eyes you drifted into a deep sleep.

“Yeah, life is perfect. Te amo.” Jack whispers into your ear and with those words he too falls asleep, his hand never leaving your belly.

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heyy, i hope you’re doing okay! i wanted to request a marilyn x fem reader(reader is pregnant. only a few months a long tho) where they are married both work together and it’s the rave’n and they are both preparing for it and so are the students. (marilyn and the reader have very nice dresses marilyns from the show and a little bit of a revealing dress that the reader is wearing to tease marilyn)

when the dance starts it’s a nice night and everything is going to plan until the paint starts pouring everywhere and wednesday has a vision. the reader runs with wednesday to help find eugene while marilyn is trying to find the reader because she’s very worried that something might happen to her. marilyn finds wednesday and the reader standing over eugenes body and the reader is in shock which causes marilyn to worry even more.

the reader ends up passing out and the next morning wakes up in the infirmary with marilyn by her side. (lots of fluff at this part please)

Yesss!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes

A Rave'n to remember

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, pregnant reader

Word count: 3,092

Summary: Tonight is the Rave’n and you’re excited about that. Your wife is being a little protective with you, but you don’t care, you just want to have fun

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Shit!” You yelled, as the hair dryer suddenly shut off. Marilyn appeared immediately after, obviously scared.

“What's going on, honey?” She asked, approaching and grabbing your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you said, on the verge of tears. “The damn dryer has broken, again,” you leaned your head on the redhead's shoulder and cried exaggeratedly.

“My God, (Y/N), calm down, it's not a big problem,” she told you softly, rubbing your back.

“It's a tragedy…” You sobbed, letting yourself to be consoled.

“Oh my love, I think you're having another one of your mood swings,” she whispered softly to you.

She was right. You've been like this for three months. It wasn't depression, it wasn't stress. It was something much more wonderful. A life was growing inside you and you were already beginning to notice small changes in your state of mind, and in your belly, which was beginning to bulge slightly. You and your wife were elated, looking forward to seeing your child grow up.

Larissa offered to quit your job during the pregnancy, but you turned it down, at least until you couldn't even keep up. Your vocation for teaching went far beyond your physical capacity.

“I'll go to ask Martha for another one, okay?” She asked. You childishly shook your head.

“No, I wanted that one…” You said without stopping crying. Marilyn rolled her eyes and hugged you again when you threw yourself disconsolately into her arms. After a few minutes of comfort, you pulled back a bit and wiped your tears away.

“Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, it doesn't matter,” you said matter-of-factly, as if you hadn't been crying your eyes out five minutes ago. Marilyn sighed and smiled tenderly.

“You don't have to come to the dance if you don't want to, (Y/N). Maybe it's better if you stay here and rest. For once you can have the bed just for you.”

“No way, Mari. We've been preparing this for months, and I'm not going to miss it,” you said combing your wet hair.

“You should relax, (Y/N),” Marilyn said, with a slightly severe tone. "A teenagers’ party is not the place for a girl in your state.”

You snorted indignantly.

“Bullshit. I need to dance a bit to release tension. Besides, I'm only three months pregnant, Marilyn. I don't think our child would be too bothered by Dua Lipa's music.”

“I don't know… (Y/N). It took us a lot to get to where we are now, and I don't want… I don't want…” She said, somehow worried and placing a hand on your slightly bulging belly.

“Hey, Marilyn, the baby is fine. Nothing is gonna happen. Besides, I also need to have some fun,” you said, taking her hand.

“I hope so...” She sighed, watching how you walked away to look for your dress in the closet.

With an excited smile you took the garment and spread it on the bed. Marilyn was already almost ready, in a simple dress, but somehow you found it tremendously sexy, although everything about her seemed tremendously sexy to you.

She sat on the bed and watched you get dressed. You were used to her looking at you that way.

“What?” You asked amused, zipping up the side of your dress.

“Nothing, I'm just looking at you,” she said, shaking her head, as if waking up from some kind of deep sleep.

“Well, take a good look at me, Mari, because you won't see me like this for a long time,” you said, turning around on yourself.

She followed you with her eyes and her jaw dropped from her face.

“Don't you think it's a little…Suggestive?” She asked, looking clearly at your plunging cleavage.

It was true. You had bought that dress on purpose. You knew she was going to make some kind of comment about it.

“Well yes, it is,” you said with a smug smile. Marilyn was going to say something, but she changed her mind right then and there.

“Oh, did you already know?”

“Of course, do you like it?”

“I, I like it, (Y/N)…” She said, shocked by how that dress fit you, and the amount of skin it revealed. “It's… well… you're…”

“I've left you speechless, huh?” You said jokingly, walking up to put your cleavage in front of your wife's face. She blinked open-mouthed.

“We should… We should… hurry… La, Larissa is waiting for us and…” She whispered, without taking her gaze from your breasts. You huffed and rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

“You're a killjoy,” you said feigning an angry expression.

“Killjoy? Me? Why?” She asked, shaking her head. That way of avoiding hints was quite common lately.

“Since we found out I'm pregnant you haven't laid your hand on me, Marilyn. I also have my needs, you know?” You said, sitting down to put on some comfortable but dazzling shoes.

“Well, there hasn't been a chance…” The redhead excused herself, avoiding looking into your eyes.

“I'm not made of glass, we can make love perfectly. And I'm not saying it, my gynecologist told me. Shall I tell her to give me a receipt?”

“Well, I don't know if...”

You were going to have another talk about sex and pregnancy, but a quick knock on the door interrupted you.

“I'll go,” Marilyn said quickly, getting up.

“Yes, run away, you coward,” you hissed with a perverse look. The redhead looked at you, shaking her head, and opened the door. Larissa, dressed more elegantly than usual, entered excitedly.

“Hello, girls, how are those preparations going? The students are already arriving at the patio,” she said nervously. You knew that the Rave'n dance was one of her great passions. “Wow, you look amazing...”

“Hello, Larissa,” you said reluctantly.

“Am I here at a bad time?” She asked, a little uncomfortable with your faces.

“Oh, no. Let's go before Sister Thornhill ties me to the bed with a glass of milk,” you said ironically, glaring at the redhead.

“(Y/N), I've only told you that a party is not the best thing for you right now, don't be dramatic,” Marilyn defended herself. Larissa laughed and put a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, Marilyn. It's okay to have a little fun. It's an innocent party. Let (Y/N) have some fun. After all, she carries your child in her womb and I haven't heard her complain about that,” she said, winking at you.

You looked at her victorious and you stuck out your tongue mockingly.

“No, she hasn't complained, she has only cried because the dryer doesn't work,” Marilyn grumbled, with a vengeful tone.

“Come on, come on… Tonight is to enjoy,” Larissa said, joining the two of you. You looked at your wife and smiled, making her see that you were just joking. She also looked at you tenderly and grabbed your hand.

A crowd of teenagers dressed in white also came down the stairs, euphoric, excited. In the courtyard the atmosphere was exactly the same. You and Marilyn stood at the door as Larissa walked in to get the party started.

The music began to play and the kids automatically headed for the door. Marilyn and you welcomed them. Some were more intrusive than others, asking questions about your condition.

“I can't wait for the baby to be born… I'm sure he or she’s gonna be a cutie,” Enid said, she seemed almost as happy about your pregnancy as you were.

“I just hope that she or he’s not a nosy werewolf,” you teased, while you let the young woman caress your belly.

Everyone was already inside, and Larissa gestured for you to come in as well.

“I have to congratulate you. Everything is going great and the decorations are wonderful. Thank you very much,” Weems said. Larissa was a woman who loved when plans worked out.

“I think it's exciting,” Marilyn said, smiling. “You studied here, you must have felt very happy at the dance.”

Larissa sighed, a little wistful. You nudged the redhead. You knew about Weems' bad experience.

“Anyway, be a little alert. Nobody should sabotage the punch, okay?” She said, moving away from you. Marilyn looked at you questioningly.

“What did I say?” She asked.

“Let's say she had a heartbreak in her student days,” you explained, taking a bottle of water from a table.

“Oh, I didn't know…” Marilyn said, a little embarrassed.

“Don't worry, I didn't know either. I've only heard rumours.”

“How lucky you are that they tell you…” She said, a little sad.

Being the only normie at Nevermore was a tough experience for Marilyn, but luckily you were there to help her, and you always would be.

Suddenly they all turned towards the door. You also looked curiously, to see the last person you expected to see that night. Wednesday Addams.

“I can't believe it,” you muttered to your wife, walking towards the young woman.

“Wednesday, I didn't expect to see you here, I'm glad you came,” Marilyn said kindly.

“Miss Thornhill, Miss. (Y/N),” The brunette greeted politely. “This is Tyler...”

“Galpin,” you said at the same time. You knew that guy from the cafeteria. He seemed good and kind. You didn't know what he was doing with that dark young woman.

“He, hello,” Tyler said sheepishly. “By the way, congratulations.”

“Thanks, Tyler,” you said. You would never tire of hearing those words. They showed you that it was not a dream, that it was real.

“It is quite logical that you are the one who is pregnant. Pregnancies after 40 years are dangerous,” Wednesday commented sarcastically. Luckily you were used to it.

“Always so kind,” Marilyn said, pretending not to have felt offended.

“I think that Vlad is a name that is being lost. Just a suggestion,” Wednesday commented, pretending that she didn't feel the slightest interest.

You and Marilyn looked at each other with wide eyes.

“We still don't know if it’s boy or a girl,” the redhead said, without mentioning that you would never call your child that horrible way.

“Keep me posted, I have more names to you,” Addams said, walking away with Tyler, who waved a shy farewell.

“My God…” You sighed, holding your stomach at that horrible idea of a name.

“You shouldn't be surprised, you know how she is.”

“You're right, shall we dance?”

You headed to the dance floor and began to move gently. You didn't like dancing very much, and neither Marilyn did, but it was a dance, you had to do it, at least for show.

Everything was going perfectly. Marilyn and you danced, the students had fun. The punch hadn't been sabotaged, and even Larissa seemed to be enjoying it. At all the dances there were slow songs and when one of them came on, you gently grabbed your wife, swaying to the music.

“I love you, (Y/N)…” She whispered, leaning into your shoulder. Every time she uttered those words, your heart would skip a beat. It didn't matter how much time passed.

“Me too, Mari,” you whispered, slowly following the rhythm of the song. Something in the environment began to warm up and little by little, your mouth went to her neck, kissing it discreetly.

“What are you doing?” She asked, amused.

“I’m just having some fun,” you whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

“Stop, (Y/N). They can see us...”

“Is that your biggest problem?” You asked, seeing how her eyes returned to your cleavage.

“Right now, yes,” she said with a suggestive look. You considered yourself the clear winner of the night and grabbed her wrist, leading her behind some curtains. Once there you kissed her passionately and against all odds, she kissed you back.

“Forgive your mother, honey. She can't contain herself,” the redhead said, caressing your belly. You widened your eyes feigning surprise and shook your head.

“Forgive her for being a killjoy…” You said in the same tone.

“Shut up,” she told you, not giving you time to respond as she hungrily kissed you. The atmosphere warmed up little by little, and the curiosity of being discovered excited you even more. You had almost unzipped her dress all the way when you noticed something odd.

“No music,” you said, listening and zipping it up again.

“It's true,” Marilyn said, looking at the clock. “It's not time yet, how strange.”

It didn't give you time to think. Some screams began to sound behind the curtains. You got scared and immediately got out of them, only to discover a terrifying landscape.

Something red was falling from the fire system and little by little it was covering you too. You said nothing, just stared at the terrifying scene. Larissa was screaming with rage, and soon all the youths were in a state of panic, tripping over each other and falling to the ground.

“Don't move, (Y/N),” Marilyn told you, holding you firmly. You nodded, a little scared, and looked around you. Principal Weems cautiously approached, glaring at you.

“Where have you been?” She asked. Surely that impromptu end of the party had spoiled her calm planning.

“What happened?” You asked, trying to avoid answering that.

“It has started to fall from the fire system, I'll see if I can put it out. You stay here and try to put some order...”

“How?” The redhead asked. There was no answer, Larissa was already gone.

You looked around and breathed in relief when you saw that liquid on your clothes.

“It's, it's just paint,” you sighed. The redhead nodded, getting a little nervous.

“Stay here, I'll see if… Wednesday!” She yelled.

The brunette was by your side, but she didn't run away, she didn't move. She just looked at the ceiling with her eyes blank.

“Wednesday!” You yelled too, leaning on the tables to move forward a bit. Marilyn put a hand on the young Addams's shoulder and she seemed to react.

“Eugene…” She sighed.

 You and the redhead looked at each other without quite understanding what she meant.

“What did you say?” The young woman shook her head and turned her back on you.

“He's in the woods! He's in danger!” She yelled terrified, running out of the place.

“What? Endangered? Wait, wait!” You yelled, trying to follow her.

“(Y/N)! Wait!” Marilyn yelled, trying to reach you.

When the ground was no longer slippery you started to run. Hopefully your footwear allowed it. You couldn't let that girl go into the forest alone, it was your duty, you had to follow her.

“Wednesday!” You yelled, spotting the brunette in the distance, and awkwardly trying to reach her. The forest was dark and a lot of fears began to enter your head. The mud stuck to your shoes and you nearly fell several times.

Finally you saw that the young woman stopped, she did not move. You gasped and slowed down, stopping in front of her. In front, on the ground, was this boy, Eugene, the bee boy. The red color covered his body, but you soon realized that it wasn't paint.

“But…” You murmured, feeling how the blood in your veins froze and your face lost the healthy color it always had. You were having a hard time breathing and you couldn't take your eyes off the injured boy, without even blinking. You were in shock, you had never seen anything like that.

“(Y/N)!” Marilyn was heard in the distance. The redhead was exhausted and she put a hand on her chest when she saw you. “My God!” She screamed when she saw the young man on the ground.

Wednesday turned to you.

“An ambulance,” she said.

Marilyn took her phone and handed it to the brunette. She was too busy with you. You were pale and motionless, looking at poor Eugene.

“Honey, my love… Say something,” your wife said, trying to get you to react. “Please, (Y/N), answer me.”

You were unable to speak, to move. You were not aware of what was happening around you. You didn't hear voices, just distorted sounds. A terrible dizziness ended up blinding your senses and the last thing you saw are your wife's arms trying to keep you from falling to the ground.

Everything went black and blurry.

You opened your eyes and felt a small headache. The sun was shining and it took you a while to realize you weren't in your room. With a grunt you sat up and checked that you were in the infirmary. You were not alone. Curled up next to you, was Marilyn, in an awkward position, the bed was very small. She was holding you tight and she was no longer covered in red. You looked at your arms to realize that you didn't either.

The bed moved a bit.

“(Y/N), how are you?” Marilyn said with a sleepy voice, but scared to see you woke up again.

“I'm fine, I guess…” you whispered. “What happened?”

“You fainted, darling. You scared me to death…” She said, hugging you tightly. You frowned, hugging her back.

“Did I faint?” You asked, noticing an uncomfortable void in your memory. You spent a few seconds thinking until the horrible events of the night before came back to your head.

“Oh, God, Eugene,” you said, trying to get up. Marilyn stopped you.

“He is alive, (Y/N), he is in a coma, but alive,” she told you, pushing you back to bed.

“Damn… What attacked him?”

“I don't know, honey,” she told you, snuggling back into your side and wrapping an arm around your belly. “Calm down, relax.”

“Oh, the baby…” You said, feeling like the worst person in the world for not having noticed before. Marilyn stroked you gently.

“Shh, my love. The baby is fine, the doctor came an hour ago and everything is perfect. It's just been a shock.”

“Has a doctor come and I haven't found out?” You asked, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“You were very asleep… So beautiful,” she said in your ear. “Everything is fine, my love.”

“Everything is fine,” you repeated, closing your eyes. “Everything is going well…”

“We will be the best mothers in the world, (Y/N)…”

“No, not while we're here,” you said, shaking your head, feeling the heat of her body as if it were the strongest of painkillers.

“What do you mean?”

“We have to buy a house and get out of this academy, Marilyn. We can't raise our child in a place like this,” you said thinking rationally.

“You're right, (Y/N). We will look for a true home for the three of us, a home where we are safe...”

[amandapjstt]

Soul and Mate

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Hello, everyone! It's been a long time it's been a long no writing to this blog. As for today, I want to share my journey to finally find the "one". What an interesting topic for 90's generation who's already on their 30's and still single. I'm ready to spill some tea with you guys!

I bumped into @coachanez's page and find one of her reels relatable and I hope this post will somehow inspire and encourage you guys on finding your mate.

Coach Anez in one of her reels said to find your soul first before find your mate. I just watch it today and without realizing I'm on that process already. It's Allah's way to grant me such idea to find myself first, what exactly I want in life in order to find what I want from a partner.

Step to a few years back, I overthink on my prospect on finding partner if I'm not wiling to meet real person in real life while I have limited access on women-men interaction. Then I start to be more open on social gathering especially in matchmacking purpose. And I came to a conclucion I should put myself out, not sit still on my bubble. It's hard, I know. It's hard to be vulnarable, show my intention, but it's something I need to do since it's widder the chance of me getting women-men interaction.

Everytime I attend the matchmaking gathering (some people here called it anjangsana) in my 28's until my age now, my intention is shifted. I change my intention to encouraging those girls on the event. I started making friends everytime I came to those gatherings. Listen to their stories and shared the good vibe energy with them. I can't remember their names but we remember faces hahahahaha! but that's fun! on the last gathering I attend I met a girl who I always bump to on every gathering I attend and she said she's pregnant already that indicate she's been married! I'm happy for her ofc! that's how the energy I want to give to others, like "hang on girls, your time will come" finally with Allah's blessing my intention, my energy is well shared. I love listening to their concern and I hope with my presence there they find it as an encouraging message. warm hugs for those girls.

As I meet a lot of people, I came to the idea on finding myself first. And I start to wrote on this platform, privately (I make it open just now hehe), what I want from a partner. And that really help me on deciding whether the man who come is worthy of my time.

And finally I can say that I finally met that person! (OMG! the tea is spilled hahaha) One of my cousin introduced me to this man and voila! in no time I become someone's wife. It's exciting yet thrilling! But to be wise, I need to calm down and enjoy the rest of the month as a 30's single before those obligations and mandatories come along with the new chapter. And preparing a wedding is tiring AF yet exciting to be honest. Haaaaaaah ... inhaling and exhaling everytime I think about it. And I sit here at 4 am continue wrtiting to you guys before I dive into the chaotic wedding spreedsheet that I make LOL.

Beside all the flowers and butterflies things happening, there's a tiny part on my brain that overly think, like, is this real? (this one with capital letters! OMG IS THIS EVEN REAL?!) am I not rushing things? am I not trapped in the idea of him? am I deserved to be with someone as fine as him? ... but I try not to. Everytime those intrusive thoughts come, I pray to Allah to keep those away and make me focus on what I should do next. This process also teach me how "go with the flow" (with Allah's guidance of course) is as exciting as "everything planned".

The one thing people want to know is how do you know is she/he is the one? Idk about him but for me ... he's everything I could ask for a partner. On my whisper pray before bed, on my sleepless night, on my despair ... those whisper prays ... those tiny tiny voice inside my head ... Allah is there, listen. No one will check all the list you write as your ideal partner but when the person come, you finally know which qualities from your list that you needed the most. I can guarantee that. All the stage of life that you've been through ... I can say it's necessary to happen, to help you find your soul and finally, find your mate.

I'm not saying all my problems solved at this rate. It's actually a new chapter, a new problem ofc. But the idea of getting to know someone and have a partner going through the hard road is great. I know, none of this writing is make sense for my fellow 90's friends and 30's girls. This is not relateable, I know. But when your time come, and you read this, I hope all of this will make sense to you. And when it come, I hope you're already make peace with yourself.

See you on my next writing.

Bye!

[nyudaily-20]

Hi, long time no see!

My last post was Feb, 2022 and currently is June 2024! Wow, time flies so fast😒

How's life so far? Hmmmm, my marriage life is like roller coster. Early married stage, I'm losing my 2 children. Yes, they were miscarriage. Fun fact: 2022, 2023 and 2024 I'm a pregnant women. Yes, this is my 3rd child, me & my husband have high hopes for our kid will survive and I believe God really give us a chance to have a beautiful baby.

Maybe, the news about baby arrival is blessing, but this is life. this is dunya. recently, our life got stuck. as you know, we're indonesian in bad bad situation. and its make us think twice to move out from the country.

In the past few months, or maybe start the end of 2023 until now (June 2024), the bad news in all platform really make me disgusting as human. Start from "ethnic cleansing" in GAZA, PALESTINE by ISRAEL!!!!! Me as muslim had no idea for helping them, I just can send the best dua and hope Allah can punish ISRAEL immediately, and then the election in Indonesia was shit and full of CORRUPTION!! The system is bad, start with the president, all the department of ministry, the governor until the big community in religion are bastard. all of them. yes.

In our society (Instagram, Twitter & TikTok) not a day goes by without news of affair/cheating, porn, tantrums, and so on. Plus the rules that the government makes only add to the suffering of the people. I as a mother and wife am worried, I only think about how to get out of this country and can prepare a good environment for the future sustainability of my child (our life).

I'm thinking about 7 countries: Norway, Sweden, Russia, Denmark, Aussie, New Zealand and last Japan. I've research all of them like their benefit in tax, the culture, the weather, the "people", and I think the big start and possible to make it out r Aussie & New Zealand because many indonesian live there and the culture + the weather not diff so much, and they have "nature" to explore.

Me and my husband are hikers. we love tracking, camping and hiking into mountains. We feel love and secure when in nature. Its like paradise for us. Fun fact: I really have a dream for moving out from indonesia, but back then, I didn't think about what I wanted to do and why. now I have a plan and have established myself for the next 5 years. I have also discussed this with my husband, and he agrees. I don't know what path Allah gives, we believe that his decree is beautiful. we are trying to make every effort to make it happen. hopefully Allah is pleased us to continue and our dreams come true.

[questionsonislam]

What can be done on the night of Raghaib? How should we benefit from holy nights?

The Night of Raghaib is a night when the Prophet (pbuh) received some special manifestations, luminous grace and grants, and heavenly gifts from Allah. It is the first Friday night of the month of Rajab. Raghaib is the plural form of raghiba, which lexicologically means “something that is wished a lot, wonderful, valuable, worthy, grant”. Thus, when the phrase the Night of Raghaib is used, “the night that is full of grace and grants a lot, that has great value and that needs to be benefitted from very well”. Allah sends his grace in abundance that night.

It is believed among Muslims that it is the day when the Prophet was transferred into his mother’s womb, which forms the first stage of the birth of the Prophet (pbuh). (However, the time period between that night and the day when the Prophet was born indicates that this view is not right. Nevertheless, it can be thought that Amina, the Prophet’s mother, found out on that night that she was pregnant with the Prophet (pbuh) that night.)

When the Prophet (pbuh) was born, the earth was saved from the darkness of unbelief and ignorance and became very happy; similarly, the universe appraised and welcomed that night, which was the first step of his honoring the world, with enthusiasm. One of the properties of that night, which is spiritually blessed, is that it is the first heraldist of the month of Ramadan. Badiuzzaman Said Nursi states that the Night of Raghaib is the title of the beginning of the Prophet’s progress life and that the night of Ascension (Miraj) is the title of the zenith of his progress life. (Nursi, Sikke–i Tasdik–i Gaybî, p.207)

The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) performed twelve rak’ahs of prayer on that night in order to thank God Almighty for those manifestations and grants. One gets a lot of rewards if he spends that night worshipping. If ten thawabs are given for each letter of the Quran that is read at normal times, it is more than hundreds in the month of Rajab and increases more on the Night of Raghaib. The thawabs given to missed (qada) prayers and nafilah prayers are many times more than other nights.

One of the deeds of worshipping that can be done on the night of Raghaib is dua (supplication). The Prophet (pbuh) states in a hadith that duas made on that night will not be rejected. [Suyuti, Jalaluddin, Jamius–Saghir, (with Faydul-QKadir), III/454, Beirut, 1972]

BENEFITTING FROM THE HOLY NIGHTS

There are means of attaining pardoning and forgiveness, gaining thawabs, achieving spiritual progress, getting rid of misfortunes and attaining divine consent that can be done and should be done on holy nights. It will be useful to write and remember some of them in a list concisely:

1. One should read the Quran and listen to those who read the Quran; Quran programs should be organized; the feeling of love, respect and loyalty to the Quran should be renewed and strengthened.

2. One should utter salawat for the Prophet (pbuh), expect his intercession and renew the consciousness of being a member of his ummah.

3. One should perform missed (qada) and nafilah prayers; one can perform prayers reported for that night if any; one should spend a holy night worshipping with the consciousness of ihsan (worshipping Allah as if one sees Him).

4. One should contemplate; he should meditate deeply on vital issues like “Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? What does Allah want from me? etc.”

5. One should think over and check the past, and plan the present day and the future.

6. One should repent for his sins sincerely and ask for forgiveness; one should regard that night as his last night, regret and repent.

7. One should mention Allah and read supplications a lot.

8. One should ask forgiveness from other believers; one should attain their consent.

9. Those who are cross should be compromised; the people whose hearts are broken and who are sad should be cheered up.

10. One should pray for himself and for his other believing brothers by mentioning their names.

11. One should find those whose rights he violated and ask forgiveness from them; one should act loyally toward the people he knew.

12. One should visit the poor and desolate people, orphans, ill and handicapped people, the elderly; he should make them happy by showing love, compassion and respect to them and by giving them gifts and sadaqah.

13. One should read the verses, hadiths and interpretations related to that holy night from books individually or in congregation.

14. Religious meetings, panels and talks should be organized; preaching should be listened; poems should be read; religious songs should be listened to make hearts enthusiastic.

15. One should perform the evening, night and morning prayers of a holy night in congregation in the mosque.

16. One should visit the tombs of the Companions, scholars and saints; one should make them pleased and pray God in their presence.

17. One should visit the graves of his relatives and friends, fulfilling the loyalty of being believing brothers.

18. One should say blessed holy night to his religious teachers, parents, friends and relatives by visiting them, or calling them, or sending them messages or emails. One should ask them to pray for him.

19. One should perform fasting on the days of those holy nights.

There is no definite deed of worshipping to be performed on holy nights. One can spend such a holy night by performing prayers, reading the Quran and supplications. Some prayers performed on holy nights do not exist in the Sunnah; they are not based on reliable narrations. This does not mean “It is makruh to perform prayers on those nights.” There are a lot of narrations encouraging tahajjud and nafilah prayers. It is definitely more virtuous to perform them on holy nights.” . There is no drawback to performing the prayers stated to be related to the holy nights; one can get thawabs by performing them.

[islamicremedies]

Special dua for getting pregnant

Special dua for getting pregnant

Dua For Conceive There are a lot of couples who are seen going to hospitals daily because they cannot be parents. Well if you have tried all the medical help, and still you don’t know what’s wrong and what’s stopping you from conceiving, then you should better start reciting dua for conceiving. The dua to conceive a baby will help you in getting pregnant as soon as possible. It will eradicate…

[futuregws]

I find Zendaya denying pregnancy rumors so funny, tbh because Selena, Ariana, Taylor, Dua, Kendall, Kylie etc. and has been rumored to be pregnant time and time again even when they're not but they always ignore it like obviously if a baby doesn't pop out of you in 9 months, you aren't or weren't pregnant so they just don't get into that conversation. People talk and forget. With Zendaya, I always notice her denying things by going out of her way or making a big deal about the most trivial things, or addressing HER haters very specifically. It's like she does all that to get attention because then the next day, there are headlines everywhere saying, "Zendaya denies pregnancy rumours" or a more spicy/clickbaty version of it.

SHE SEES EVERYTHING and yet, she has not once asked her "fans" to not send hate to Tom Holland or Jacob Elordi or Bella Thonre. These three are constantly trashed whenever Zendaya's in the conversation.

Especially Tom, EVERYDAY on Twitter, I see some account with "daya" or "z" or "rue" in their usernames trashing and bullying Tom like crazy!

I remember when Euphoria was on Sydney would constantly get dragged and called ugly or trolled and IT WAS ALWAYS A ZENDAYA FAN doing it. ALWAYS.

She sees it and is okay with her co-star/colleague getting bullied.

I think she secretly enjoys it too.

It could be depending on their teams maybe some don't care and others feel like their client should end the rumors before it gets worse, but now about how she sees everything I agree she totally does and I don't understand why some people think it's impossible for her to do it bc it's not, and she clearly likes defending herself which she has the right to but what annoys me is how like you said she never has that energy with others that are associated with her and get hate, it's like she really doesn't care unless it involves her directly and it's not good in my opinion

[elizabethsharmon]

So. Poland has chosen its "president" yesterday - if we can even talk about real choice here when he won by approximately 422k votes. When he won in 6 out of 16 regions, all of them with significantly lower number of eligible voters. When there are huge discrepancies between the results displayed in each polling district and the ones published on the website of the National Electoral Commission. When there were recurring instances of some voting cards not having the necessary stamps which automatically classified the vote as invalid. When some people went to vote and it turned out they're not registered in their designated district because of system error. When people abroad didn't get their voting cards on time. When his party sent over 150 buses to villages in Eastern Poland to take older, conservative people to voting stations. When this is how the results map looks like - and somehow the blue wins with orange.

In the last five years, Du*a and his party PiS (literally lAw AnD jUsTiCe but believe me, they're none of these things) have completely ruined the country and regressed it to Middle Ages.The democracy practically doesn't exist anymore, not since they have the majority to rule (the opposition won the senate back in the parliamentary elections so it's a small win but it's still not enough). They started with the judicial system, appointing conservative judges who are always ruling in their favour. The courts are not independent anymore. The Constitution is being broken over and over and over again. People have been marching and protesting for years now but to no avail. 

The national television, TVP, is practically owned by the ruling party. The propaganda, fake news, hatred on the opposition and minorities is getting stronger each day. What you need to know is that this is literally the first channel on every TV set in the country. No matter where you live, no matter if you have cable or satellite, you turn on TV and TVP is what you get. Their reach is so much higher than other TV stations from the big four (TVP1&TVP2, TVN, Polsat). Poland has fallen to 62nd out of 180 countries in the World Press Freedom Index compiled annually by Reporters Without Borders. Before PiS took over in 2015 we were 18th. For du*a's presidential campaign now they gave TVP 2 billion PLN in order to strengthen the propaganda. There was a project to give those money to hospital oncology wards but PiS said no. TVP has only been showing him during the campaign. The other candidates have either been showed in a bad light or haven't been showed at all. Voters for whom TVP is the only source of information haven't seen other candidates nor their campaigns.

During the second round of the campaign, when another tv station, TVN, with two major Polish online media, Onet and WP, invited him and his opponent, Rafał Trzaskowski, for a debate. Du*a declined because he said he won't participate in a debate which isn't available for everyone and he asked them to reach an agreement with TVP to host the debate together. In the end there were two debates. Du*a on his own in TVP, answering predetermined questions from journalists reporting to his party and people in the studio that were paid to be there. Trzaskowski on his own in TVN and live on his Facebook channel, answering questions from the journalists from 16 independent offline and online media teams.

At the beginning of his and PiS first term of destroying the country, they started their crusade against women, because as we all know middle aged men are the most eligible people to make choices for women and their bodies. Abortion is Poland is (was? honestly who knows now) only allowed in three cases: if the woman's life was in danger, if the prenatal testing indicates severe damage of the fetus, if the pregnancy was the outcome of rape. With their pro life and anti women initiative, PiS was determined to ban abortion completely and punish it by prison. The bill was so flimsy that in some cases even miscarriage could be turned against woman. Even if the baby would've been born sick or severely disabled, even if the pregnancy could be fatal for the mother, even if it was caused by rape. We went on the streets. All dressed in black, with umbrellas in hand. Hundreds of thousands of women and allies marching and protesting together against the government. And they got scared. The bill proposal was dropped but the fight wasn't over and it still isn't. They tried to bring it back now during the pandemic just because they knew we wouldn't go out protesting. But we did, we blocked the streets with our cars.

The day after pill can only be bought on prescription. But if you end up going to the conservative ob/gyn they can invoke conscientious objection to abortion and they won't prescribe it for you. They want to ban sex ed from schools. In their opinion sex ed “demoralizes children and teaches them masturbation.” They want young people to be uneducated and have sex and get pregnant and give birth. They want to make kids have kids just so they would depend on the government and social wage programme 500+ which gives 500PLN (approximately 125€) each month to families with 2 or more children for each of their children. Right now you can be a woman raising your three or four kids and you will get the equivalent of minimum wage just for that. This program made people vote for them in 2015. First Du*a used it in his presidential campaign, then PiS was blackmailing the voters saying the program will only happen if both president and the government will be on board aka they have to get in so Du*a will sign the bill and people will get the money. People still believe only they can ensure the stability of the program even though almost all the other candidates said it will not go away.

In the last couple of weeks of presidential campaign, it became more clear than ever how Du*a is planning to win the elections - by trying to reach to the mindsets of elderly and conservative voters by attacking the LGBT community. He called us “ideological hurricane”. He said we are worse than communists. His party members have been saying we're not humans. He was saying over and over again how he doesn't care what people do in bed as long as they're not obnoxious on street and in real life about it. How sexuality is a private thing and we shouldn't be proud of it. How there's no place in Poland for “LGBT propaganda that wants to demoralize our children”. How there's no space here for unions for same-sex couples, not even mentioning marriage or adoption. How he'll do everything in his power to protect the “traditional Polish values and family model” (whatever that means). The most conservative parts of the eastern Poland has claimed their towns and villages as “anti-LGBT zone”. It's been going on since last year. After Dua's words now the hate crime is stronger than it ever was. When LGBT activists asked him to apologize for his spiteful words, showed him proofs that suicide rate among LGBT teenagers is higher than it was since his party is ruling, showed him the photographs and shared the stories of the people we lost because of the bashing they encourage and support, he said he won't apologize because he stands by his words and there's a freedom of speech in the country. Not for everyone I guess.

The journalists have been interviewing many people in different parts of Poland after it. What stuck with me were the words of some old man from the countryside who has said that “LGBT should be exterminated in Majdanek”. It's one of the places where the death camp was during World War 2. I don't think I have to tell anyone what words like this mean, how much they hurt, and how much worse it is when they’re said in the country that’s lost so so many lives during WW2. In a country that fought so hard for so many years to reclaim its freedom from the nazis and then from the soviets. In the meantime of this bashing, Du*a has pardoned a pedophile so he could return to his family (and the victim he abused). So that would be it for protecting family values.

The exit polls results yesterday were so close that they gave us so much hope that we would wake up in a new reality today but the hope died quickly. Now we're stuck again with a man who said in the middle of the global pandemic that he's anti-vaccination and he doesn't think vaccine for covid-19 should be obligatory. With a man who thinks climate change and global warming isn't real. With a man whose actions are constantly destabilitizing economy because he only acts like there is today and doesn’t look forward in the future and doesn’t know the way he and his party ruin the country will have terrible consequences in a few years. With a man who is homophobic, racist, misogynistic, xenophobic, and many, many, many other things. With a man who is a "president” of Polish people but only if you're a straight catholic man voting for his party.

Now our fear is that with him being “elected” as the “president” again, his party will try to meddle with the Constitution and try to change it so they could either extend his term for more years or extend the number of terms a president can have. And even if the change can’t happen so easily, what’s sure is that they will try to take away basic human rights from women and LGBT community. They made it perfectly clear in the last five years and during the campaign now.

So if you’re asking yourself now what can you do about it the answer is simple: spread the word. Read about it. Educate yourself. Make a buzz in the social media. We need as much help as we can get. We need foreign media to pick up the topic, we need them to talk about it and to make the noise. We need the foreign governments to know about it. European Union has already declared that if the bashing on LGBT continues, they will take away the development aid from the self-proclaimed “anti-LGBT zones”. Our country has suffered so much and somehow we’re still standing but I don’t know for how much long we will last. So please. Don’t leave us alone.

[panthersfrankie]

Did you see [FRANCESCA “FRANKIE” HOLLINGSWORTH ] walking around the streets of Toronto? I could have sworn they look just like [SYDNEY SWEENEY].  SHE IS  AN [EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD, FRESHMAN] AND ARE CURRENTLY STUDYING [BUSINESS, MINORING IN CULINARY ARTS] AT TORONTO UNIVERSITY. PEOPLE OFTEN DESCRIBE THEM AS [+WARM], [+BUBBLY], BUT ALSO [-MEEK], [-INSECURE]. I HOPE GOSSIP GIRL DOESN’T KNOW ABOUT [HER GETTING PREGNANT BUT BEING FORCED TO GIVE UP HER DAUGHTER FOR ADOPTION]. [SARAH, 25, EST, SHE/HER, N/A]

Hello! Here is my second child, little miss Frankie. I hope you love her!

Trigger warning for mentions of adoption, pregnancy

BASICS

Full Name: Francesca “Frankie” Cecilia Hollingsworth 

Nickname: Frankie, Franks

Age: 18

Hair Color: Blonde 

Eye Color: Brown 

Siblings: Hunter Hollingsworth (twin brother), Miles Hollingsworth (older brother)

Piercings: Both ears 

Tattoos: N/A

Sexual Orientation: Straight 

Positive Traits: Warm, Bubbly, Welcoming, Optimistic

Negative Traits: Ditzy, Meek, Insecure, Naive 

CHARACTER PLAYLIST

Material Girl - Madonna

Mirrorball - Taylor Swift

Levitating - Dua Lipa 

Teen Idle - Mariana & The Diamonds 

ASETHETICS

Anything pink and sparkly, early 2000′s pop music, stuffed animals, cheesy romantic comedies, handwritten notes, Starbucks, chocolate covered strawberries, mini uggs, makeup, shopping, mini skirts, her overflowing shoe closet, Sunday brunches with her besties, daddy’s credit card

MINI BIO

Frankie Hollingsworth most defiantly had the childhood that anyone would dream of. Being born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she never had to worry about her allowance running out or having to wear the same outfit twice. The Hollingsworth’s are quite the notable name within Toronto and they have no problem flaunting it.

Being a Hollingsworth meant that there had always been pressure put on her to be the best daughter she could be. Even from an early age, she was involved in many activities. They ranged from pageants, ballet, dance, and cheerleading. A day off was non-existent to her. 

Once she got to High School, she wanted to branch out and try not to live such a sheltered life. Sparks flew when she began to crush on a boy at Degrassi. Someone her parents would most defiantly not approve of, but there was something about him that she was drawn to. So, the pair began to see one another in secret.

Honestly, it felt like the script from a cheesy rom-com, but it was everything to the young girl. This was truly the first guy that really paid attention to her and made her feel special, what teenage girl wouldn’t adore such attention? They dated for several months and at the age of sixteen, she lost her virginity to him. 

Their relationship was put to halt when one of their maids had found a positive pregnancy test while cleaning Frankie’s bathroom. The discovery resulted in a huge fight with her parents, her mom and dad appalled by their daughter’s actions.  

As a punishment, young Frankie was forced to spend her junior year hidden away at a family friend’s vacation home to finish out her pregnancy. Nobody could know about this, it would simply tarnish the family reputation.

She gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who was put up for adoption. Frankie hasn’t had any contact with her child, the adoption being a closed one. 

The adoption defiantly caused a strained relationship with her parents, something she is still trying to work on

Flash forward a few years, Frankie graduated and is currently a freshman at Toronto University. She is excited for the new chapter in her life but is also nervous! College is kind of scary

She is majoring in business and minoring in culinary art. Frankie is very passionate about baking and her career goal is to open up her own bakery within Toronto. 

OTHER FUN FACTS

Her favorite color is baby pink

Roses are her favorite flowers

Macaroons, red velvet cupcakes, and chocolate covered strawberries can cure even the worst days for her

Goes to Starbucks literally everyday and is always hype when seasonal items come out. Sweet cream cold foam? SHE ADORES IT

She is on the cheerleading team and plans to rush a sorority <3  

Is 100000% a ditz. She means well but was the kind of girl who asked to copy your homework before class started. Some stuff can simply fly over her head without her even realizing it

Sis is a hopeless romantic, what can I say

Generally sees the best in others and wears rose tinted glasses in many situations, which can lead her to trust others far too easily and get her feelings hurt.

She is very, very naive and a goody two shoes. Doesn’t really party too hard or get in trouble. 

FULL BIO

Coming soon

[muslimduas]

[alhamdulillah10]

My name is Ahlam, I'm 39 years old woman and happily married since I was 28 Since I was 29, my partner and I have been trying to have kids but I can't. After an examination at a doctor, I was told that I have difficult to penetrable cervical glue that makes the seed cell impossible to reach the egg. The doctor told us that the chances of having a child is 1 I remember asking the doctor: But there is still 1 %? The doctor told me that only a miracle could make that the one would succeed.

A few years later, I went to another hospital at the request of a knowledge for research. This doctor also came with the same conclusion: His words were "I'm sorry but you have too much uterine glue, unfortunately it is not possible for you to have a child, the best thing is to accept it". My husband and I were Sad but if this was Allah's will we should accept this. We kept doing duas but no sign that anything was happening.

One night I wanted to go to the bathroom when I saw my husband standing in prayer & crying. I saw him with his hands up. The next day I asked him what he was begging, he literally told me the following: " I begged: Ya Allah, You are the Almighty, to You belong the kingdom of the heavens and the earth, You create what you want and You give to whom You want, give me and my wife a healthy child and show your power to those who want to decide our fate.

7 months later I suddenly got all kinds of pregnancy symptoms, I didn't dare to dream it and my husband didn't at all but I was subhan ' Allah suddenly pregnant. And this at 37 I wanted to share my story with y'all because doctors can say so much but as long as you believe in it there is hope.

The doctors told me it was impossible to get pregnant and Allah says:

42:49

To Allah belongs the dominion of the heavens and the earth; He creates what he wills. He gives to whom He wills female [children], and He gives to whom He wills males.

42:50

Or He makes them [both] males and females, and He renders whom He wills barren. Indeed, He is Knowing and Competent.

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[justziamorwhatever]

Ok but let's talk about this freaking babygate 3.0.

THE PLANNING

Let's start by saying that this was well planned, and for sure the news didn't got leak as an accident. It's well planned for 2 main reasons:

1. The most obvious one, the news got leaked in the same week as the appearance on Fallon, and after a day ^that the news got leaked^ they also said the sex of the baby like, for real?

2. Look at her bday party, if she didn't want to let everybody know she have could. But she WANTED so I'm not surprised about the brooch or all that PINK.

And also, I don't know if she's really pregnant or no, but for sure it isn't Zayn's daughter.

REASONS SHE'S NOT PREGNANT

But here comes why people think she isn't pregnant:

1. She has been horse riding that is actually not recommended for pregnant women

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A post shared by Gigi Hadid (@gigihadid) on Apr 6, 2020 at 2:41pm PDT

2. People say that she has a small bump, but about that I have to say something. For people in the beauty industry is pretty normal to try to have a small bump because they have to keep their image and make it easier to lose the weight gotten with the pregnancy. In Italy we had a similar case with Chiara Ferragni.

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A post shared by Chiara Ferragni ✨ (@chiaraferragni) on Dec 3, 2017 at 7:39am PST

This is Chiara 6 months pregnant, but she isn't a model, she just works in the beauty industry. So I don't know, it could be or not. But, in my honest opinion, Gigi doesn't look pregnant at all, just look at the birthday photo where you can see how she's dressed, not even a small bump. I don't know, complicated. I also wanted to say that in her last post she didn't include her belly in the photo so we can't actually see if there's a bump or not.

3. She went grocery shopping during the lockdown (I can't find the source sorry). That's what makes me say that maybe she is unconscious of what she does, because during a global pandemic the last thing a pregnant woman should do is going out of your home.

4. She has been drinking lots of coffee, that is actually not recommended during pregnancy.

5. ZAYN IS NOT WITH HER. He just isn't, I don't care if you believe in Ziam, Zarry, Zigi or whatever the fuck, he is not with her. We haven't got a single photo of them two together, the ones during her birthday were fake, not even on Jimmy Fallon he appeared. I mean, she's talking about the pregnancy and you are so happy and shit but you still don't say anything and don't even make an appearance just so people can say "at least he is with her during this hard moment". If he is as overwhelmed as she says, why he isn't with you? C'mon, nobody is believing this shit anymore. Zayn is in London, stop it.

For sure Zayn doesn't give a damn.

THE SHADING

Some hours before the news got leaked, The Weeknd posted this on his Instagram story

I don't know how he knew and I don't think it's just a coincidence.

The same day after the news blow up

And a pair of days after

So actually nobody, not even Maliks, liked that.

WHAT ABOUT ZAYN

What I personally think is that Zayn doesn't want anything to do with that. Nobody has ever said that he is the future dad, Gigi used the "we", Yolanda the "they", nobody ever pronounced Zayn's name. So I think Zayn is actually trying to get out of this uncomfortable situation, and if she is really pregnant then it will come out that she isn't Zayn's daughter but someone elses and they are going to not make it look like Gigi cheated on him. I think that they also didn't mention him so it can be easier to say that this isn't Zayn's children, because they never told that clearly. They confirmed the pregnancy, but never confirmed the baby was Zayn's.

JIMMY FALLON

Let me tell you something: she looks more excited talking about the cake than the baby. Like, look how excited she is. I also wanted to point out that when Jimmy says "Zayn" Gigi didn't say anything.

THE MISCARRIAGE THEORY

So, a lot of people has been bringing out the theory of faking a miscarriage.

Of course, if she really is pregnant, I wish her the best, literally. But if she isn't and she fakes a miscarriyng she is gonna lose the dignity she had. I'm not against abortion, but women that want a baby and then they lose it aren't happy at all. It's a very sad moment of everybody's life and the woman feels bad with herself. And if she really fakes it, than she'll be looking like she is joking about losing a baby accidentally. And, of course I repeat, if she really is pregnant I wish her the best, for real.

DUA LIPA

Recently Dua Lipa, a singer but also Gigi's brother's girlfriend, released her album. Before this happened it got leaked and Dua was really sad about it, she cried during a live. Everybody felt so sad for her of course. But now that her album came out, she is doing some interviews.

I mean, make up your own opinions. She was there to talk about her album and they started off with the pregnancy. Obviously I'm not blaming Gigi for this, but you can actually hear how Dua is pissed off. And she says that she didn't know that from a long time. Also in this interview too, when the interviewer says "Zayn" Dua didn't say anything.

I think that's all. If I forgot something or I made a mistake please let me know, I'd love that.

Also tell me what you think about this and your theory. Obviously, I'm still a Ziam, duh.

Have a nice day/night,

Giorgia xx

[a-camilladunne]

‘ and you want me to be more like her? ‘ + cat & magda

"Yes! Would it be so bad if you were more like Paulie? Or at least like Elisabeth?!” A voz de Catherine cortou a paz perturbada da casa, conforme Magdalena saía e a deixava sozinha, subindo as escadas e batendo a porta do quarto com força. Respirou fundo, as mãos indo até as têmporas e então percebendo que o marido se apoiava contra o arco da sala de estar, a encarando de maneira reprovadora. “You should go and tell her that you’re sorry.” A falou, se virando em direção ao escritório antes que pudesse protestar e explicar o seu lado. 

As brigas entre mãe e filha não eram novidade, na verdade, pareciam ficar mais frequentes a cada dia, especialmente por culpa de Cate, que vivia em cima dos filhos, sempre atenta a tudo que faziam. Era exaustivo, claro, ainda mais que nunca era ouvida pela mais nova, não importasse o que tentasse falar ou como o fizesse. “Magdalena.” Suspirou, batendo na porta e então a abrindo, recebendo um pedido para ser deixada sozinha mas o ignorando. Era boa em fazer o contrário do que os filhos queriam.

Vendo como a outra loira tinha ficado abalada, a antiga Huntington se sentiu culpada e se sentou ao lado dela na cama. “I’m sorry that I yelled at you. I shouldn’t have.” Os olhos percorreram a decoração estranha do quarto, e teve que morder a língua para não fazer nenhum comentário. Não recebeu nenhuma resposta, e as duas permaneceram em silêncio, a fazendo se lembrar de todas as terríveis conversas que tinha tentado ter com Elena, quando ainda era nova. “Magda... I just want you to be the best version of yourself. I want you to be best you can be, because I’m your mother.” Começou, chegando um pouco mais perto dela. “This is my best, mom.”  Discordava, já que em sua cabeça, ela devia ser igual a si, mas as coisas não funcionavam desse jeito. 

“Well, mothers and daughters don’t always agree on things. You don't agree with me, I didn't with my mother and I bet she didn't as well with hers.” Soltou um risinho fraco. Era difícil para a Van Helsing entender que a filha não queria ser como ela, como a irmã ou como todas as outras meninas de sua família, escola, etc — tinha acreditado que o seu jeito era o melhor de ser (fosse as roupas até o modo como agia) a vida toda, e a ver o negando veemente magoava um pouco. “You know your grandma, and you know how cold she is. She was worse when I was your age. She never cared for me, not the way a mom is supposed to. And I don’t need to tell you about my father, you already know we don’t get along.” Levou a mão até o braço dela, num carinho singelo. Mesmo depois de anos, às vezes ainda era difícil falar sobre seus pais. 

“I spent my whole life trying to please them, trying to be the perfect daughter, everything that they wanted I did. You and your siblings discovered that I dated James Vanderbilt in high school, and it’s true. But the only reason this happened was because one day my dad came home saying how pleased he would be if the Vanderbilts were part of our family. Then I was with James two weeks later, it was the first time that Thaddeus seemed proud of me.” Falar de James, hoje em dia, era engraçado e estranho, porque parecia um assunto de séculos atrás, mas ainda era a prova escancarada das loucuras que fazia na tentativa de agradar Thaddeus. 

“I was so unhappy... you know, he wasn’t your father.” Conseguiu fazer com que ela soltasse um risinho de nojo da fala. “And I tried to make that work, I was desperate for their love, a love that I never had felt. When I realised that they would never love me and that the one who did was Henry, it was the firts time that I went against their wishes.” A garota com o coração na mão, ansiosa enquanto batia na porta de uma casa que hoje era sua, voltou a sua mente. 

“You see, my whole life, Magda, I tried to be perfect. I still do. I try everyday to be the best mom that I can, I try to be nothing like my mom. And caring for everything you do is my way. Maybe, I’m just jealous that you’re so brave, that you don’t care for their opinions when I do, desperately.” Catherine fez com que a filha a encarasse, colocando um fio de cabelo atrás de sua orelha. “I know we fight, and this will not stop, but you have to know I love you. Even if you’re not like your sisters, even if you decide to join a cult. In this case we would pass your trust fund to Benedict, but I would still love you very much.” Segurou o rosto dela com as duas mãos, sorrindo. 

“Even when everyone was on their knees, praying for you to be a boy, I never got disappointed for you being a girl. I loved you, since the moment the doctor told me I was pregnant, and I was so happy for having you that I was able to spend nine months without caring for what they had to say. And if you dye your hair pink, yes, but don’t ask me to tell it’s pretty.” Beijando a testa da filha, a loira se levantou, sendo rápida em deixar a roupa impecável novamente. “Now please, come and have dinner with us, or else your dad will be really sad with you, and really mad at me.”

[tabloidtoc]

Us, January 11

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Diets That Work -- Julianne Hough

Page 2: Red Carpet -- Stars flex their right to bare leg in high-slit dresses -- Dua Lipa, Cynthia Erivo, Kristin Cavallari, Bebe Rexha, Sydney Sweeney 

Page 3: Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Lopez, Ariel Winter, Hailey Bieber, Shay Mitchell 

Page 4: Who Wore It Best? Olivia Wilde vs. Natalie Portman, Ashley Greene vs. Rachel Zoe 

Page 6: Loose Talk -- Barack Obama joking about quarantining with his daughter Malia’s boyfriend, Pink revealing she broke her ankle and had a staph infection in addition to testing positive for coronavirus, Amal Clooney joking to husband George Clooney about the time and effort she put into her new 1000-page legal book, Miley Cyrus on feeling like she really made it after Cher slammed her 2013 VMAs performance, Anderson Cooper on being a dad to 8-month-old Wyatt 

Page 8: Contents 

Page 10: Hot Pics -- Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani stopped at the music studio together in Pasadena 

Page 11: Tiger Woods and son Charlie teamed up for the PNC Championship in Orlando, Vivica A. Fox during a tropical getaway in Tulum in Mexico, Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner took a stroll around the village and did some shopping in Mammoth Lakes, California 

Page 12: Paris Hilton and Carter Reum in Sherman Oaks, Niecy Nash showed support for Regina King at a drive-in event for her film One Night in Miami in Malibu, Candice Swanepoel in a white bathing suit in Miami 

Page 13: Duchess Camilla held a virtual royal engagement in London, Dancing With the Stars couple Sasha Farber and Emma Slater were in a great mood while out and about just days after becoming American citizens in L.A. 

Page 14: Stars They’re Just Like Us -- Matt James hit the golf course in Jupiter in Florida, Renee Zellweger with an armload of packages in L.A., pregnant Emily Ratajkowski sipped on a beverage during a beach day in L.A. 

Page 15: Molly Shannon hopped on her bike after withdrawing cash from the ATM in L.A., Sandra Lee taking out the trash at her new place just days after moving out of the N.Y. home she shared with her ex Gov. Andrew Cuomo in Malibu

Page 16: Seeing Double -- mom match with their mini-me’s -- Serena Williams and daughter Alexis Olympia Jr., Sutton Foster and daughter Emily, Gabrielle Union and daughter Kaavia, Kylie Jenner and daughter Stormi, Cardi B and daughter Kulture 

Page 17: Kourtney Kardashian and daughter Penelope, Tamera Mowry-Housley and daughter Ariah, Eva Longoria and son Santiago, pregnant Kelly Rowland and son Titan 

Page 18: Lady Gaga’s hair looks great in all hues 

Page 20: Love Lives -- Lauren Burnham and Arie Luyendyk Jr. welcoming twins 

Page 21: Kevin Jonas commemorated his 11th wedding anniversary with wife Danielle by sharing a photo of the two posing at the very spot they met, Chrishell Stause is defending her new romance with Keo Motsepe against all of the conspiracy theories, Jamie Lee Curtis and Christopher Guest’s love was built to last 

Page 22: Just days after Shia LaBeouf was sued by his ex FKA Twigs for sexual battery and assault and emotional distress Shia was spotted making out with Margaret Qualley at LAX airport -- they’re very much in the honeymoon phase and Margaret’s totally smitten and she trusts he’s not the bad guy people say he is but Margaret’s loved ones are concerned about her new beau especially her mother Andie MacDowell who’s keeping an extremely close watch on the situation and if Shia so much puts a foot out of line she’ll come down on him like a ton of bricks -- Shia insists he’s a changed man and that he’ll never go back to those dark days ever again 

Page 23: Life behind bars hasn’t been easy for Mossimo Giannulli and he’s having a rough time -- he’s in Covid-19-related protective custody and spending almost all of his time in his cell has been very mentally taxing but he’s doing his best to stay positive by reading, writing letters to his family and planning future business ventures and turning to prayer when he feels weak 

* After relapsing in December John Mulaney is hoping to make 2021 a better year and he’s committed to a total change of lifestyle -- John who has been vocal about his decades-long substance abuse struggles and he had been on a really long run of bad habits that had turned his life upside down but his family and friends are standing by his side and they’re proud that he’s finally getting the help he so desperately needed for quite some time 

* Keeping Up With Us -- Maren Morris has officially cancelled her upcoming tour due to the ongoing coronavirus pandemic and is in the midst of working on her third album, Rachel Zoe was scarred for life after her 9-year-old son Skyler fell 40 feet from a ski lift, TikTok star Charli D’Amerlio and her family are getting their own reality series, Wilmer Valderrama and his fiancee Amanda Pacheco are expecting their first child, six months after The Weeknd put his Hidden Hills mansion on the market for $25 million his asking price has been slashed to just under under $22 million 

Page 24: A Day in Our Life -- Sistine and Sophia Stallone 

Page 25: Ariana Grande and Dalton Gomez are engaged -- she’s beyond excited and they are so in love and committed to spend the rest of their lives together and her loved ones approve of the real estate agent

Page 26: What Leah Remini Knows -- actress and Scientology critic Leah is calling out Tom Cruise for his on-set freak-out 

Page 28: Reality Bites -- these stars got their first moments in the spotlight appearing on unscripted TV shows -- Lady Gaga, Cardi B, Laverne Cox, Kesha 

Page 29: Aaron Paul, Josh Henderson, Emma Stone, Jamie Chung 

Page 31: Cover Story -- Survival of the Fittest -- how the hottest stars get and stay in shape -- Halle Berry 

Page 32: Julianne Hough, Jessica Simpson, Carrie Underwood 

Page 33: Weight Loss Winners -- Rebel Wilson, Tiffany Haddish, Adele 

Page 34: Jennifer Aniston, Gal Gadot 

Page 36: Kaley Cuoco, Jennifer Lopez 

Page 37: Power Couples -- Thom Evans and Nicole Scherzinger, Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade, Mark Consuelos and Kelly Ripa, Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes 

Page 38: My Healthy Routine -- Kristin Cavallari, Miranda Kerr 

Page 39: Reese Witherspoon, Vanessa Hudgens 

Page 40: Style -- shades of glory -- Pantone’s Color of the Year for 2021 is actually two defining hues -- wear Illuminating Yellow and Ultimate Gray in myriad ways 

Page 42: Entertainment -- Gina Torres on her role on 9-1-1: Lone Star 

Page 43: 2021 movie preview 

Page 46: Fashion Police -- Gwen Stefani, Ashley Roberts, Lily Collins 

Page 47: Saweetie, Gavin Rossdale, Bella Thorne 

Page 48: 25 Things You Don’t Know About Me -- Brian Austin Green 

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