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missluckycharms · 3 years ago

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What is grief, if not love persevering?

Anon asked: heyyy! i love your writing sm💕 can you write angst please? make it hurt☹

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Summary: in which Harry is a single Dad due to losing his wife five years ago just shortly after their little love was born. Y/N has been there through it all. Harry has a rough night filled with whiskey and tears for his late wife.

A/N: this one is full of Angst and light hearted jokes to not get you too sad … sorry in advance, it’s a real tear jerker. Enjoy!!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, talks of alcohol and drug abuse, talks of depression and very low mental health, curse words.

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Five years.

It’s been five years since the passing of Myla Styles, the woman who granted Harry a wish he always wanted, the woman who loved him beyond all the galaxies and the woman who never saw any wrong in anyone, not even the worst of people, she always used to say “deep down, their heart is just aching” and Harry always admired that about her, she always looked on the positive side of life.

She held that same attitude as he held her hand in the hospital room, her fragile and pale body laying on the white bed as she peered up at him, oxygen tube in her nostrils and too many machines to count hooked up to her body, she was a shell of a woman, but she still had a heart of gold, the same hear Harry fell in love with when they were sixteen years of age. He hated seeing her this way, especially when their nearly one week old baby was resting in his other arm, fast asleep as her Mum clung to every bit of life she had left, but not once did her smile fade.

It all happened so fast, one day she was pushing life into the world and eight days later her life was being taken out of this world. There was complications with birth, the doctors and nurses finding undiagnosed ovarian cancer in her ovaries when they had to send her in for an emergency c section. Myla confessed she felt off, her body didn’t feel right, but she knew if something was seriously wrong, she wouldn’t risk the life of her baby getting treatment, she would rather her baby live over her. Doctors and nurses tried their best, trying to refer her to new hospitals to get stronger chemo if she wanted, but Myla refused, she told them to let her go, she was tired and she couldn’t stick around long enough to see if these treatments would work — she knew she was dying but Harry refused to believe it.

The day she left, was the day Harry felt like his whole world stopped, like the curtains were shut and he was left in a dark room with no way out. He promised Myla he would do his best to take care of their love, who they named Honey. He was dealing with the loss, Honey taking his mind off it a little and giving him reasons to pull himself from bed even on the days when he wanted to lay around and wallow in his own darkness — she pulled him out of those days, but two months later it all came crashing down on top of him.

He slipped into a wrong mind set, immediately knowing that Honey had to be taken away from him because he was living in fear he would hurt her, one day he woke up and he looked at her and just cried, he held her and he felt nothing, he didn’t even sympathise with her when she would cry for food, he felt nothing towards Honey and this scared him, terribly. Anne, his Mum took Honey in, letting Harry to relax and blow off some steam and get some help, his and Myla’s family all agreeing and saying he needed help and it wasn’t something to be ashamed about — he just lost his wife, they can’t lose him either.

Harry took the wrong route of clearing his mind and getting help, he found his therapy at the end of a bottle and a line of cocaine. He slipped into an endless spiral of week long benders and debts for drug money along with risking losing his home due to him quitting his high up job at his Fathers Law firm, he completely crashed and burned, he couldn’t live without her, he couldn’t stop his mind racing and the only way for it all to stop, and let him feel numb — was when he was drunk and high, passing out in every room of his home and in his garden, the neighbours finding him sometimes in their yard in a mess. They were the ones who got him help, they called up his family and they all rushed him off in an ambulance to get him sober and conscious again. Here is where he made the decision to sign himself into rehab, accepting the help the hospital offered and a few months later, he was out and clean, he stayed with his Mum until Honey turned one and that was the year Harry found his smile again, found his life and purpose again.

Looking back now, he doesn’t know how he ever made himself believe it was Honeys fault Myla was no longer here, he doesn’t know how he’s even alive because of all the drugs and alcohol he ingested every single night for three months solid, but he knows why everything turned around, it was his Angel looking down on him, guiding him and kicking him in the ass to get up and look after their little love, just like she asked him to do before she left, always look after himself and Honey.

It’s been five years since her passing, Harry is doing better than ever, he started working for his Dad’s company again and now he’s the president of the law firm, alongside his Dad who is the CEO, Harry being second in command and then being the CEO when his Dad retires from the firm. They kept their family home, even if it was just the two of them, they loved the home and it still felt like Myla was living here, her makeup still tucked away in her unused vanity in Harrys bedroom and her favourite paintings still hung up around the home. Harry even hired a nanny, she has been working for him for two years now, she’s even working alongside Harry in his office being his receptionist during the day and she’s Honeys afternoon and night nanny when she’s done in work and Honey is home from school.

Y/N is Honeys nanny, she takes care of the little lady and feeds her daily, even taking her to the playground and to the movies when Honey asked her could she go. She would do anything for Honey and Honey loved her endlessly, she loved the way she would allow her to eat sneaky chocolate bars after dinner every now and then and how she would always play dollies with her, kneeling down on the floor of the den and playing with the small girl until they were both in fits of laughter. Harry also adored Y/N, her passion for her job at the law firm along with her passion for looking after Honey is something he admires, she never once complains about being exhausted even though he can tell when she is, she didn’t have to think twice when Harry offered her the job as Honeys nanny, she knew the little one from her being in the office every now and then, and Honey was instantly drawn to her, the way she was so kind and the way she cared for Honey.

Tonight is a hard night for Harry, it’s Myla’s death anniversary and he’s been having a bad day, his mind racing and his heart breaking all over again, but this time he’s stronger, he’s able to power through until he could be alone and just let his emotions go, have a glass of whiskey and just cry a little flipping through old photo albums — he does this every year on her anniversary. Honey is tucked up in bed and he’s sat alone in the den on the sofa, the photo albums on his lap and his hand clutching a small glass of whiskey as he sips on it flipping through many photos from their wedding and from when they were teens and drunk in love in high school — so many memories can be attached to one person, and Harry knew one day they would be memories, but he didn’t know it would be so soon.

“Honey is fast asleep, left her door cracked open so she can shout if she- Harry? Are you okay?” Y/N stops suddenly, her eyes landing on her boss who was hunched over a photo album on the sofa, curtains drawn and the only light coming from a lamp beside a framed wedding photo of him and Myla on the table by the sofa.

“Yeah, thanks for putting her to sleep” Harry says weakly, not turning around which alarms Y/N, she’s seen him like this last year, she let him be as she was only new to it, but this year she’s determined to sit with him all night if he needs — he needs to have some company.

“That’s you?” She asks sitting next to him, Harry not moving or telling her to leave, he accepts her company as she looks down at the photo his eyes are laid upon — two teenagers at a party.

“Yeah, m’hair was a curly mess” he says with a low laugh, looking over the photo of a seventeen year old version of himself, smiling cheekily clutching a red solo cup and Myla wrapped under his other arm holding him around his waist, both their smiles wide and cheeky and their cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol in their bodies.

“I think it looks cute, pitty it’s not as curly now” she says with a light laugh, watching as his ring clad fingers turn the page, taking a sip from his whiskey as he goes.

“This was our prom, she made me wear a pink fucking bow tie — absolutely hated it” he laughs, the crinkles by his eyes evident as Y/N laughs along, looking down at the curly headed teenager in a black suit, white shirt and a bright pink bow tie, matching Myla’s floor length dress next to him, a shawl over her shoulders matching as the corsage around her wrist match the pink of her dress also.

“She hated that dress a year later, she was packing up for college and I was helping her when she found it, immediately burst out laughing” he says laughing loudly, remembering back at the memory he has, Y/N beside him happy at how joyful he sounds speaking of the memories.

“Oh here we go, Frat boy Harry!” Y/N says with a loud laugh, pointing down at a shirtless twenty year old Harry, backwards cap on his head and “Myla’s Bitch!” Wrote on his stomach in paint, two beer bottles in his hands and Myla on his shoulders cheering with her hands up in a red bikini, matching his swimming trunks and baseball cap.

“Some of the best years of m’life, raging parties and no more curfews, we were two hormonal teens absolutely smitten for one another” he says shaking his head with a laugh, his eyes bright as he flicks them over the photos ranging from Harry dancing, Myla being pushed into the pool by him and Harry passed out with a mustache drawn on him with Myla next to him holding the marker with a bright smile mid laughter.

The book is filled with their college days, to their graduation day from college, their photo in their first apartment, Harry on his first day of work and Myla on hers. They took photos of small things, but at the time they meant the world to them, they were milestones in their lives and they never wanted to forget them. Harry is forever grateful that Myla had an obsession with photography, otherwise he wouldn’t have these to look back on and hopefully show Honey one day what her Mum was like, even if she’s drunk and half naked in some of them at college parties.

Harry and Y/N are in fits of laughter, tears falling from their faces as Harry explains every single memory behind each photo, one photo containing a memory of Myla at her bachelorette party, Harry coming out as a stripper and giving her a lap dance as she slaps his ass and throws money all over her husband — that one will definitely not be shown to Honey. Harry is like a whole different person when he speaks about her, his laugh becomes louder and his eyes become brighter, he even ditched his whiskey after one glass to speak about his late wife, Y/N looking at him with pure amazement and proudness of how far he’s come, how he pulled himself from a hard time and carried on life for the sake of his baby girl. He’s truly inspirational in her eyes.

“It should be easier than this by now, right? Like I shouldn’t be still grieving” he says when their laughs and stories come to a stop, their eyes hooded with sleep and faces hurting from laughing.

“What is grief, if not love persevering? You were both childhood sweethearts, you’ve loved her since you can remember and you always will, she’s your whole world, of course you’ll still grieve her, you still love her, and that’s okay” Y/N blurts out, her words quick as she blabs on while Harry watches her, a smile on his face as she explains and accepts his feelings.

“Never knew you were Shakespeare” is all he says, she rolls her eyes laughing, slapping his bicep a little as he shuts the album, tucking it away in the drawer again before turning his focus back onto Y/N beside him.

“Seriously though, never tell yourself you’ve been grieving for too long, it’s okay to grieve and cry yourself to sleep some nights, I get that, I do. You lost a person who made you who you are, but don’t forget, you still have a little one that will need you to be the person who makes her who she is”

Harry thinks she’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s so empathetic towards everyone and anyone. She has a heart of gold and she will never let anyone explain hers or anyone else’s feelings for them, she always allows people to express who they are, heck, one night she brought Harry to a gym after hours, explaining how her brother is a trainer there and he gave her the keys on the condition that she does his laundry for a month, she let Harry rage out and punch the shit out of a punching bag one night because he was so upset. She cheered him on and he was smiling as he was punching towards the end, she helped him release the emotions that built up and would of lead him back down a dark path.

She’s been an Angel sent from above, he knows Myla sent her to him because of how much they’re alike, Harry knows for sure they were sisters in a past life, their kind hearts and understanding natures alike but they have their differences, Myla was very out spoken and loved to party but Y/N is reserved and would rather stay inside with a hot chocolate and her crosswords while watching TV, but that’s another thing that Harry finds fascinating about her, she’s younger than him by eight years, when he was her age he was partying.

“Thank you Y/N, I needed this tonight” he says with a smile, her own smile on her face as she nods leaning over to rub her hand over his in a comforting manner, the pair looking at one another as they soak in their presences.

“It’s getting late, I should go” she says realising it’s nearly midnight, Harry and her need to be in work tomorrow morning and Harry has to wake up to get his little lady ready for school also. He gets a bit saddened when she says this, he secretly wants to hear more of her own college years and her own prom much like he told her earlier.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow” he says with a smile, watching as she gathers up her bag and throws it over her shoulder, car keys now in her hand as she smiles at him once more before heading for the den door. She pauses and looks back at him, his eyes meeting hers as they hold contact for a few seconds before she speaks up.

“See you tomorrow, Harry”

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Those last two dabbles - SO CUTE🥺 can we see when Kitten and Ran bought little baby Blade home? I can imagine Ran battling sleep deprivation because he really wants to help Kitten with the night feeds/if Blade is just being fussy and then the next day imagine finding Ran asleep doing skin to skin with his little boy🥺🥺 and just like that I’ve burst my own ovaries with the image 😢😫-🦋

Bladey!! Anytime there's some Bladey baby, I always get in my feels, but just thinking of Kitten falling in deeper in love with Ransom because of how good he is with Blade.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Perfect and Comforting

Summary: Ransom gets to be a daddy to a newborn

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: FLOOF

Warnings: DILF!Ransom Drysdale, 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 650

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Ransom had been worried when it was time to bring Blade home. He worried he wouldn’t be a good father, worried that Aster and Iris would feel neglected, even thought he wouldn’t be a good husband. Of course you assured him, that there would be an adjustment period, but that everyone would be fine.

He was an amazing father. When Blade would start to cry, he wanted to be the one to go and get him. Change him if he needed changing, and then bring your beautiful little boy to you. Always snuggled against Ransom’s naked chest. That man never wore a shirt to bed. He hated to hand him over to you, but also knew that his boy was hungry.

His arm would wrap around you, propping himself up, so he could watch Blade over your shoulder. His lips always kissing at any exposed skin. “Your body is amazing.”

“Shut up,” you giggle at him.

“I’m serious. You made him, and now you make his food for him,” sometimes it would overwhelm you how thoughtful he was. Just how much he wanted to be involved in Blade’s life. Sometimes you just had to take a deep breath at how amazing he was. Because every minute he wanted to spend it with his family. Even took off time at work, just to be with you guys.

Turning your head to look at at him. His lashes almost touching his cheeks, you hope that your baby boy gets his eyes, “What?” he looks up at you.

“Nothing, just I love you,” he pulls back a bit to give you a slow, and lingering kiss. Inhaling your sweet scent.

He didn’t just stop with helping with Blade. He always let you get extra sleep in the morning to get the girls ready and off to school. He tried, but he had to get a few lessons in pigtails and braids. Now he was a champ with doing their hair. The night before you and them would pick out their outfits, and then it was just Aster, Iris, and daddy time.

One day he came back home, making grabby hands to your sleeping cherub, “Go take a bath. Let me take him, you go take some time for yourself.”

“And then, my pretty husband, I need you to take time for yourself,” he shakes his head no, and you nod back, “Why do I get special treatment, and you don’t?”

“You being here is enough. Go, I’m going to spend time with my boy.”

Going into your ensuite bathroom, you let the water run, pouring in some oils and bubbles. Melting down into the warm tub, and relaxing. Your bathroom becomes much sweeter when you hear Ransom’s voice singing, ‘You Are My Sunshine’. Loving him, once the two of you got out of your heads, was easy. But everyday when he showed you not only how good of a dad he was, but how much he enjoyed his children, it was such a gift. It’s one thing to say you want kids, but he also wanted to enjoy time with them. Laughing at their silly jokes that didn’t make sense. Chasing them around the townhouse with threats of tickles. Making sure that they clean up after themselves. Even going on evening walks with Axel.

Ransom always insists on holding Blade. Strapping on the carrier, to have him right on him. It works out well, because Ransom is a furnace. Keeping your little boy warm, while your now family of five and half walk your crazy dog. Staying outside as long as possible, weather permitting.

But when you walk back into the bedroom, and you see Blade nestled up tightly on his daddy’s chest, Ransom’s thick fingers just combing through those fine baby hairs, his voice still singing that sweet song. You give him a smile, and walk over to the bed with him. Your head leaning over on his shoulder, while you watch your baby boy sleeping on his daddy. Your own eyes drifting close with how perfect and comforting this moment feels.

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction: You Have An Ovarian Cyst

Requested: yes a long time ago ;-;

Genre: fluff

Warnings: uh, mentions of ovarian cysts but it's not that bad lol

A/n: I know it's taken me a long time to get something out and I'm sorry about that. But I hope you enjoy this anyway 🙂 love you guys!

KIM SEOKJIN:

I love this man...that is all

"What do you want for dinner tonight, princess?"

Jin looks at you from across the shopping cart between you two as you browse the vegetable aisle. He frowns when you don't seem to be paying attention to him, just keep gently pushing on the avocados to test their ripeness.

"Y/n?"

"Huh?" You finally look up at him and he smiles.

"I asked what you'd like for dinner tonight."

MIN YOONGI:

"Oh, sorry." You laugh quietly, but Jin immediately picks up that something is wrong. He comes around the cart to put his hands on your shoulders, making you face him.

"Is everything alright, princess?"

"Yeah...it's just..." You look around to make sure no one overhears you.

"It just hurts." You finally whisper.

"What hurts?" Your husband whispers back.

You point down at your lower abdomen and it clicks in his brain. You had been having a lot of ovary pain recently, so you went to the doctors to get it checked out.

It turns out you have an ovarian cyst, but it wouldn't require any surgeries. The doctor just told you a few things that might help ease the pain until it goes away.

Jin has been a saint this whole time, doing everything he can to make it better for you. Now, he nods and pulls you in for a quick kiss on your forehead. Then he whispers, "I've got an idea."

At Seokjin's urging, you end up buying chocolates and almonds and a few other foods that are high in magnesium. The doctor told him that magnesium high foods should help the pain. When you get home, he makes you sit on the couch while he gives you some chocolate and almonds as he puts the groceries away.

When he's done, he comes over and sits next to you, pulling you in and kissing your cheek. "You just snack on those, sweetheart."

"Thanks, Jinnie."

"Love you, princess."

[email protected] duality is gonna give me whiplash

"Ouuuch, Yoongi!"

At your call of distress, your fiance runs into the living room from where he was producing in his studio. He sees you all curled up on the couch, your face twisted in pain as you clutch your abdomen.

"Yoongi it hurts." You whine.

"Oh, baby." Yoongi comes around the side of the couch and sits on the floor where he can be face to face with you. He gently takes one of your hands away from your stomach and holds it close to his chest.

"Have you taken your supplements today, love?"

"No." You say weakly.

"Ok, I'll be right back." He lets go of your hand to go and grab the supplements your doctor told you to take every day.

You gladly move and smile softly when he cuddles into you, nuzzling his nose in your hair. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this, baby."

He comes back with them and a glass of water, and then helps you take it.

After you've chugged some of the water and taken the supplement, Yoongi has you scoot over so that he can lay on the couch with you.

"It's not so bad when I get to cuddle you like this." You whisper tiredly.

He smiles and kisses you gently, "Try to get some sleep, love."

JUNG HOSEOK:

heeheheheee i luv he

KIM NAMJOON:

"Is it still hurting, babe?"

You can hear the worry in his voice clearly. You clear your throat and whisper into the phone, since you're in the middle of your workplace.

"Yeah, but it's probably nothing." You hear him sigh at that.

"Y/n-"

"Sorry, Hobi. I have to go, my boss is coming."

You hang up and quickly get back to work before your boss catches you slacking off. The rest of your work day goes by rather painfully, with your worried boyfriend constantly texting you to make sure you're still alive.

By the time you're home, your lower abdomen is in so much pain its taking all you have not to burst out crying. You unlock your front door and walk in to plop yourself on the couch in a heap of misery.

Then a series of quick knocks sounds on your door. You barely have enough time to lift your head before you hear it unlock and your boyfriend comes in, his brows creased in worry.

"Babe, I've been worried sick about you all day!" He cries as he hurries over to you. "That's it, I'm taking you to the doctor."

Not even half an hour later, you're at the doctors and explaining everything that's been happening. They do an ultrasound and it turns out that you have an ovarian cyst on your left ovary.

No wonder.

Hobi is diligent on taking notes about how to help you, he listens to the doctor intently, madly scribbling everything that's important.

When you're back at your place, Hobi gives you some painkillers and cuddles you in bed.

"Are you doing okay, Jagi?" He asks every few minutes. You can't help but laugh at how worried he is.

"I'll be okay, Hobi. Thank you for everything."

"You can always count on me, Y/n."

so smol and soft ;-;

PARK JIMIN:

"Are you okay, y/n?"

You turn to your husband at his question. He's holding your hand gently as you two walk through the park with ice cream in hand.

You hadn't realized that you were zoning out. The truth is you aren't okay, you're miserable. You found out last week that the pain you've been having is an ovarian cyst. Namjoon has been a sweetheart and taken care of you as best he can. He's always trying different ways to help you cope with the pain.

"It just hurts a bit." You admit after a moment of silence.

Namjoon nods understandingly, "Do you want to head home?"

You nod and he kisses your forehead gently before tossing his empty ice cream cup in a nearby trashcan.

It only takes a few minutes for you to get home. Once you're there, you pull off your shoes and groan as you hold your abdomen and stumble to your bedroom.

"I'll be in there in a minute, sweetie." Namjoon calls after you.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door opens and you peek your eyes open to see Namjoon slipping inside. He's carefully carrying a little tea cup, walking slowly and sitting next to you as softly as he can. Then he hands you the tea cup when you sit up.

"What's this?" You ask sleepily.

"Ginger tea. It'll help with the pain. I did some research." He laughs shyly at the smile on your face.

You take a sip of the hot tea and hum in satisfaction, "It's amazing. Thank you, baby."

"Anything for you, babe."

KIM TAEHYUNG:

hot dog hot dog hot diggity dog

"Ok, jagiya. This isn't normal."

Jimin is practically in tears himself watching you cry over your period pain. He knows cramps are painful, but this seems like it's so much worse than usual and he's really worried. But you insist that it's normal for periods to hurt as you lie on his bed in tears.

"But not like this!" He cries, wringing his hands. "You've been unable to move for hours I think we need to call the doctor."

"Jimin, I'm sure it's nothing." You sniffle tearfully and wipe your nose with your shirt sleeve.

He sighs and lies next to you, cuddling into your side in hopes of putting you to sleep. But a few hours later, he's awaken by the sound of your crying. He sits up and gently pulls you to sit up too.

"We're going to the doctors, right now."

The doctor told you that you have cysts on your ovaries and that's what's been causing your horrible pain. He gives you a few tips to help and Jimin listens intently.

Jimin drives you back to your apartment and helps you to the couch, then he grabs a fluffy blanket and drapes it over you. After that, he runs to get some pain medicine and comes back to give it to you with some water.

"Thanks Jimin." You croak tiredly. He smiles at you and brushes your hair out of your face, "I'll always be here, Jagi. The medicine shouls kick in soon." Then he leans down and kisses your forehead.

"Get some sleep."

oh pllssss give me a hug. you so cute.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

You smile half-heartedly at a text message from your boyfriend. You checked your phone immediately after you got out of your doctor's appointment. And of course, Tae had already messaged asking if everything was alright and if the doctor had given you any diagnosis.

He was going insane watching you in so much pain every day for the past few weeks. He kept insisting you go to the doctor and you finally did it today. It's a good thing you did, because apparently your pain isn't all in your head like you thought it might be.

Your doctor let you know after some ultra sounds that you have an ovarian cyst on your right ovary. He gave you a few things to do and some supplements to take to help ease the pain, but that's really all he could do until it went away on it's own.

You send Tae a quick text, telling him that you just got out, you're okay, and you will tell him about it at home.

When you get to your apartment, Tae opens the door before you even get a chance to fish your keys out of your purse. You laugh at his wide eyes, "Hey Tae, when did you get here baby?" You ask as you make your way inside and take your shoes off.

"Oh, I came over right after I got out of practice. I've been waiting for you, are you okay?" He asks worriedly, taking your hand as you walk over to your couch and plop down.

"Ohh, I'm fine. It's an ovarian cyst."

The look of horror on his face makes you laugh again. He isn't laughing as he kisses your cheek, "I'm sorry baby, is there anything I can do to help?"

You think for a minute before nodding, "Can you actually grab me the heating pad? It's in my closet."

"Of course!" He jumps to his feet and hurries to grab it. When he gets back, he cuddles into your side and gently puts the heating pad to your abdomen.

"Thanks, Taetae."

"I love you."

oofie it hurts i luv he smile

"Oh baby, is it bad right now?"

Jungkook hurries over to the side of your shared bed the moment he sees you curled on your side, your eyes squeezed shut. You nod, feeling your husband tuck your hair behind your ear and put his hand to your forehead. "What can I do to help you, honey?" He asks desperately.

"I don't know." You whisper hopelessly.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek in frustration. He doesn't understand why the doctors can't just fix everything and help you to stop hurting so much. He knows it will go away eventually, but he can't stand seeing you in so much pain right now.

He sits next to you and continues to brush his fingers through your hair, hoping it'll at least distract you. While he brushes your hair, he calls his eldest hyung. Seokjin always knows what to do.

"Jin hyung, what do I do?"

A few minutes later, you feel Jungkook shift and get up from the bed. Then he goes into the bathroom and you hear the tub start running. A little bit after that, your husband comes back in and kisses your cheek, "Come on, baby." Jungkook whispers as he practically carries you to the bathroom, where he helps you undress and step into the warm bath. You sink down, grateful when you realize he sits outside the tub and keeps holding your hand.

"I put some epsom salts in, it should start helping soon." Jungkook whispers softly.

"Thank you, Kook. I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie. Now, just relax." He reassures you, kissing your lips gently.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Paralles | Chapter 10

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up.

Song(s) used: Boy Bye - Emma Bale

Warnings: I wrote this after watching Ginny and Georgia, so.... I added Marcus Baker as a character don’t @ me. Minor anxiety.

Words: 4,231

The second Violet woke up the day after her date with Luke, her phone started ringing. Glancing down at the screen, Carrie’s picture smiled back at her. Violet chuckled, not surprised that the girl was FaceTiming her at this moment and immediately picked up.

Before Violet could even greet her best friend, the blonde girl attacked her with the important question. “How was it? Tell me everything!”

Violet chuckled as she sat down on her bed with the phone angled in front of her. “It was so amazing! He took me to this fancy Italian restaurant called “Figurati Italia”, which I’m pretty sure means “Imagine Italy”.” She sounded dreamy and resembled a lovesick puppy. It scared Carrie a little as the girl droned on and on about how chivalrous and amazing Luke had been on the date.

“He did say something about a blind date you guys had set us up on…” Violet continued after minutes of dream-talk about the date. “What’s that about?”

Carrie swallowed harshly. Being reminded of that mistake made the guilt well up in her stomach. “That was – uhm…” She searched her brain for the right words. “Violet – other Violet – was so in love with Luke and the boys knew Luke had a minor crush on Violet too, or at least they thought he did. So, we set them up on a date, before the whole Sunset Curve thing blew up. When they realized what we had done, Luke kinda laughed in her face and told her he’d never date her…”

Violet’s jaw dropped. “What an asshole!” she snarled. “And you let me go out with him?!”

“I’m sorry, Vi! But this is different, this is – this is to get you back!”

Violet chuckled, her second of anger switching out into worry. “And what if that’s not how we get me back?”

“Then we’re just gonna have to find another way and in the meanwhile, get you used to this universe?” Carrie suggested. Her stomach felt weird in that moment, like a bad omen, a foreboding that something terrible was going to happen.

The brunette girl nodded her head slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the idea of being here. Forever. She wasn’t the Violet that used to live here. She was nothing like her. Or at least, she didn’t think she was, judging from the stories she’d heard. People would notice, at some point that she wasn’t who they knew her to be. There had to be a way to mislead them. To learn to be the Violet they knew.

“Do you know if Violet had some sort of diary? Just so I can get a sense of what she was like, how her brain worked and stuff?”

Carrie pondered over it for a moment. “She did have this songbook she used to write her songs and thoughts into? I believe she hid it in her nightstand.”

Violet immediately dove towards the white nightstand and opened the first drawer, finding a bright blue fake leather notebook with ‘VGD’ embossed in gold on the front.

“I found it…”

Curiosity rose within both girls. Carrie had never been allowed to look into that unless it was a song Violet was willing to share. Though she knew there was more in there than she was allowed to see. Violet’s biggest secrets, her deepest thoughts. They were all stored in there and now, the girls were granted a free pass into Violet’s mind.

“What’s in it?” Carrie asked.

“Songs, mostly,” Violet replied as she browsed through the notebook. She halted at a song titled ‘Homesick’ and as her eyes scanned the lyrics, she could feel every single feeling her parallel self was feeling in that moment. Her eyes halted at the date that was scribbled at the very top of the page. “Care… Around what time did you set her up with Luke on that blind date?”

“Uhm…” Carrie hummed as she pondered about the question. “I’d say around March 2018 or something.”

Violet’s heart dropped. “Huh…”

“What?” Carrie asked.

“I think Violet may have written a song about him,” she mumbled, but Carrie heard her, loud and clear. “It’s kinda heartbreaking…” Her fingers traced over the stains of run-out ink. Violet had been crying while writing this song. “Luke’s an asshole…”

“That’s no news,” Carrie scoffed.

Violet stared at the paper while the gears in her brain started doing their work. “He needs to pay for what he did�� He needs to pay for breaking that poor girl’s heart.”

“And how are you gonna do that? He’s so self-absorbed and obsessed with his fame, he won’t even notice you’re trying to make him pay for what he did…” Carrie reasoned, but to no avail. Violet was already plotting the perfect scheme in her mind.

“Vivi,” her mother walking into her room made her snap out of her train of thought. “Can you go to the store for me, please? I forgot the feta cheese for dinner tonight.”

Violet rolled her eyes at her mother. “Of course, ma, I’ll go in a minute.”

“Don’t call me ‘ma’,” her mother frowned. “And get outta bed, it’s past noon!”

The girl managed a smile. “Sorry, mom. I’ll go in a minute.”

Her mother shot her a smile before turning on her heel and leaving her daughter’s bedroom, letting Violet and Carrie to their conversation.

“I hear there’s a super cute new bag boy in the store around the corner,” Carrie informed with a smirk. “Total cool guy. Guitarist and has a motorcycle.”

“Huh,” Violet hummed as the gears in her brain started working yet again. “I do have a thing for guitarists, don’t I?”

“That you do,” Carrie agreed.

Violet chuckled before saying goodbye to Carrie and getting off her bed. After throwing on some fresh clothes and doing her makeup, Violet left the house for the store with the scheme unfolding in her brain. The new bag boy would be the perfect pawn in her plan.

Though, when she entered the store and laid her eyes on the new bag boy, she didn’t expect him to be this gorgeous. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones, along with the perfect swoopy brown hair was enough for her heart to nearly burst out of her chest.

“Fuck,” she muttered and made her way towards the cheese aisle. With her mind set on the pretty bag boy, she searched the shelves for the feta cheese and once she had found it, she reached for it. Being in such a rush, however, caused her to take the packet behind it with her, causing it to fall to the floor. “God dammit, stupid cheese,” she groaned to herself as she bend down to pick it up.

A hand bumped with hers as she reached for it, and, when she looked up, she stared straight into Pretty Boy’s light brown eyes. Violet swore they stared right through her soul, baring every little piece of her.

“What’s the cheese done to you?” he asked, chuckling as the two of them got up again, both holding the cheese.

She regathered herself from the impact the boy had on her ovaries and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. “It did what I want you to do.” She confidently said, her lips slightly parting as it had always been one of the many tricks she had up her sleeve.

Pretty Boy’s eyes skidded from the left to the right, trying to figure out what she meant.

Smirking, Violet wrapped her hand tighter around the cheese and, as he was still holding it, pulled it closer towards her, pulling him along until his face was inches away from hers. “Fall for me,” she whispered before letting go and pushing past him.

“You got plans tonight?” he shouted after her.

Violet smirked and turned around, glad her plan was working. “Yep, I’ll be at Red and Blue tonight,” she told him, hoping he’d get the hint. Judging by the smirk that lifted his plump lips, Violet knew she was winning.

“I’ll see you there then.”

And the boy managed to keep his word. That night, when Violet was at Red and Blue with Julie, Flynn and Carrie, the Pretty Boy showed up too. Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed him approach her.

“You didn’t,” Carrie gasped in Violet’s ear.

“I did.” She smiled at the boy. “Hey,” she greeted when he was close enough.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it like a true gentleman. “I never got your name.”

She went on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his ear. “Violet Dawson,” she introduced herself over the loud music.

“Marcus. Marcus Baker.” The two of them smiled at one another, causing Violet’s world to stop spinning for just a moment. “Wanna dance closer to the DJ? The atmosphere’s always better there.” Violet bit down on her lower lip as she nodded her head in response. Marcus then led her through the sea of dancing people, holding on tight to her hand.

As the two danced together to the music, Violet noticed Luke walking into the club with his bandmates closeby. His eyes skidded across the crowd and halted when they met Violet’s. He hadn’t even noticed who she was dancing with until he had approached them.

“Hey,” he said, “Who’s this?”

“Marcus,” Pretty Boy introduced himself with a smile as he reached his hand out for Luke to shake, which the rockstar completely ignored. “Okay…”

“You wanna get out of here?” Luke asked Violet, cocking his head towards the door.

Violet’s eyebrows knitted together, “I’m actually having fun, Luke. I’d rather stay.” She looked up at Marcus, shooting him a quick, apologetic smile. “But you can go if you’re not having fun.”

“Oh, uhm… No, I’m staying. You want something to drink?” he asked instead, and Violet could tell he was getting a little nervous.

“Sure. You want something, Marcus?”

Marcus hummed and grabbed Violet’s hand again before guiding her towards the bar, leaving Luke to trail behind them.

“When were you gonna tell me you had a boyfriend?” Marcus asked, his lips pressed to her ear to make sure only she would hear.

Violet chuckled. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. We went on like one date and I think he’s desperate for another, but I’m not really that interested.”

“Ah,” said Marcus, nodding his head. “You need me to make sure he knows that?”

Violet smirked. “No, I’ve got another idea for that.” She said and confidently made her way to the stage. Marcus watched as she walked, his lips turned up into a smirk.

She grabbed the microphone on the stand and cleared her throat before nodding at the band, telling them to start playing the song. While the upbeat, bass-driven music chimed through the venue, the girl started swaying her hips before starting to sing with her eyes focused on Luke.

“You thought I'd worry That I've made the wrong decision But I'm moving on way faster than I thought I think I've grown out Your destructive efforts Still you're holding on to all the things we loved”

A soft, yet distinctive guitar riff chimed in at the pre-chorus and when she looked up, she found Marcus next to her with a guitar in his hands and a smile on his face.

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

Having Marcus there gave her the confidence to really go for it on the chorus. She started moving her hips to the music while singing the lyrics to Luke, who stood near the bar, watching her and Marcus like a hawk.

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

The music went back to its bass-driven core and while Violet focused on Luke at the back of the club, Marcus couldn’t keep his eyes off of Violet as she sang. From the moment they had met, he had found her interesting. She was this overly confident, attractive woman and it intrigued him. He wanted to know what she was compensating for.

“Friends keep asking why we're not together So I guess you haven't told 'em what you did Oh You may be sorry It's not better late than never And I think this time I'm glad we called it quits”

As even Marcus grew more confident on the guitar, Violet made her way over to him and leaned on his shoulder. This action made him look up. Neither of them could hide the smile crawling to their lips as their eyes locked.

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

She stepped away from Marcus again and for a few seconds, kept eye contact with him until she got lost in the music and let herself go during the chorus.

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Her eyes landed on Luke again to see his reaction on her performance. She didn’t like what she saw though. He looked at her in the same way he had during their dinner. The literal embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. It frustrated her, but it didn’t distract her from the song.

“But we gotta stop the playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta quit the playing round It's more than we can take Oh we gotta stop this playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta stop the playing round It's more than we can take”

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Marcus took Violet’s glance his way as a sign to really go at it on the guitar and show off a little. It did seem to impress her as she turned towards him, giving him that same smirk she did in the store.

“But I’m so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye Boy bye”

She let out a very last hum as the band stopped playing, Marcus included. The crowd then burst out into applause and even the guitar boy next to her clapped for her. Her cheeks heated up whilst she locked eyes with him.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Marcus said, placing the guitar back where he found it.

Violet shrugged. “Didn’t know you played guitar.” That was a lie, Carrie did tell her that, but it was the right thing to say as it caused Marcus to bare his pearly white teeth that nearly caused Violet to get a heart attack.

“That was hot,” Luke grunted in her ear when she and Marcus approached the bar for another drink.

Violet furrowed her eyebrows. “You didn’t get the hint, did ya?” she asked and Luke tilted his head a little, the smirk vanishing from his face. “Leave me alone, Luke. Please?”

“Wha– Violet?” Before he could say anything else, Marcus had already whisked her away to go and dance on the dancefloor with a drink in their hand. None of it made much sense to Luke, but he figured it was just the new way Violet operated. Maybe she didn’t want to be exclusive. Maybe he needed to try harder.

And that’s what he was going to do.

Try harder.

Violet was almost scared to turn up to practice the next day. Luke would probably hate her for rejecting him and it would make everything awkward and weird. It wasn’t going to end well and she knew that.

When she arrived at the garage, she was proven right. Luke acted cold towards her as soon as she entered the studio and everyone could feel how the warm, comfortable bond they had, had turned ice cold.

“No, Bobby!” Luke groaned for the nth time that rehearsal. “It’s a B chord, not a C chord! Are you ever gonna get it right?!” His voice was thundering through the garage and it startled each and every person in that room.

Violet glanced over to Carrie, who furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She hadn’t been informed about the conversation Violet and Luke had had the other day, but she could tell something had been off about the two since rehearsal started.

“Luke, calm down!” Alex yelled at the lead guitarist. He did know what had happened between the two and he knew Luke was taking it out on everybody else instead of owning up to it like an adult.

Luke scoffed, “No, Alex! This is exactly why we broke up in the first place! Because we don’t work!” His eyes flicked over to Violet, making her feel like there was a different layer to that sentence. They wouldn’t work either.

“No, you’re just mad because you got rejected!” Alex fought back. At least someone mentioned the elephant in the room. The girls on the sofa gasped and all three of them immediately looked at Violet, who shrunk in her seat behind the piano.

Luke clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Rub it in, why don’t you?” he muttered before placing his guitar on its stand and gathering his stuff.

As he started to make his way to the door, Violet got out from behind the piano and ran after him. “You can’t run out of rehearsal, Luke! Come on! Just because I didn’t wanna go on a date with you, doesn’t mean you have to quit the band!”

“I do though,” he said and turned around. With a few large, but slow-paced steps, he stopped in front of the brunette girl that had broken his heart and hurt his fragile reputation.

“Why?”

Sighing, Luke muttered,“Because I joined for you, you idiot.”

Violet couldn't possibly say anything to that and let Luke walk away again. The feelings she had been feeling for him all this time finally got reciprocated. By a different version of Luke, that is, but still. It didn’t quite matter which Luke said it. She heard it coming from his mouth. The words she’d been wanting to hear for years.

“I am so sorry, guys,” she breathed, hiding her face in her hands. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, Violet,” Reggie said, shrugging. “Luke’s just stubborn. He can’t take no for an answer.”

It was supposed to make her feel better, but it didn’t quite. She had ruined any and all chances she had of returning to her own universe just because one version of that guy had hurt her years ago.

“Can we end rehearsal early then?” Alex questioned, coming out from behind his drums. “I got a date with Willie tonight.”

Violet smiled. At least that was a thing here. “Yeah, sure. It’s not like we’re gonna be able to perform at Chubbie’s anyway,” she said, shrugging.

“We’ll get there, don’t worry,” Alex tried to soothe her and placed a hand on her shoulder as he passed her on his way to the door.

“Yeah, we’ll be ready in time,” Reggie agreed as he, along with Julie and Flynn left the garage, leaving Violet with the Wilsons.

Violet shook her head, trying to wrap it around what had just happened. “How can we be ready in time when the gig is this weekend?” she mumbled to herself when Carrie wrapped her arms around the girl.

“I know how to get your mind off of everything,” she said, pressing her temple against Violet’s. “Girl’s night at my place.”

Violet couldn’t help the smile reaching her cheeks. That did sound like a good plan. The best plan, even. It would keep her mind off Luke and the gig and the whole universe thing. It would calm her nerves and anxieties.

Or at least, she thought it would until they arrived at the Wilson’s house. A group of girls stood at the front door, angry expressions on their faces and arms crossed in front of their chests.

“Where have you guys been?” Kayla asked, grumpily. “We’ve been waiting here for over an hour!”

Carrie squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck, I forgot about rehearsal…” she muttered.

“Rehearsal for what?” Violet questioned, unaware of any gigs that were happening for Dirty Candy. Though, judging from Kayla’s shocked face, there was a gig she should be aware of.

“The gig this Saturday!” she sneered. “A mega-important gig at that!”

Carrie and Violet glanced at each other, eyes widened in complete horror. The exact same day as the gig at Chubbie’s with the boys from Sunset Curve. As Kayla and the girls started yelling at Carrie and Violet, the latter completely zoned out. She couldn’t hear a word of what was said. All she could think about was how she might be stuck here for the rest of her life if she didn’t perform at Chubbie’s on Saturday with the boys.

What if they didn’t show up after that humongous fight? What if that wouldn’t be the thing they had to do to get her back?

The girl’s storming off snapped Violet out of her thoughts, yet she still found herself in some sort of state of shock. Nothing felt right anymore and everything kind of sucked. There was no way she was ever going to survive in this universe if stuff like this kept happening.

“Vi?” she could hear Bobby’s voice in the far distance. “Are you okay?”

She coughed, shaking herself back. “Yeah… Yeah. I’m okay,” she clearly lied but the Wilsons didn’t push further and instead took her inside where the girls watched some movies together.

Within half an hour, Carrie had already fallen asleep and Violet couldn’t bear watching the rest of the movie. Her mind was restless and kept running back and forth over her options and every possible scenario that could happen.

There was only one thing that could keep her mind off everything. So, she hoisted herself up from the couch and made her way to the music room where she took a seat at the piano.

Her fingers grazed the keys, letting a soft melody fly out the instrument. A content sigh left her body as she let the music take her away. It felt nice to let everything out of her system. It seemed to be her one and only escape to her from this crazy world.

“You okay, Vi?” Bobby’s voice shook her out of her thoughts, causing to stop playing the piano. “You seemed a little out of it earlier.” He moved over towards her and sat down next to her. Their shoulders touched and it caused a weird spark to send shivers down Violet’s back. Something she had never felt before.

“Yeah… Everything’s just… a lot, you know?” Bobby tilted his head, urging her to elaborate. “The switching universes, Luke suddenly being into me, the pressure of being in Dirty Candy…. It’s just – a lot… I’m used to being on my own, writing music with my best friends, but now I’m suddenly supposed to be this whole other person…. It’s exhausting.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek, which Bobby caught with his thumb just before it reached her lip. The two locked eyes and for a second, Violet found herself drowning in his eyes. She had never noticed how gorgeous they were until now. The dark brown, the slight twinkle that was in them. She had never seen him up close like this. Her eyes took that liberty to scan his entire face. From his eyes to his nose and cheeks to his lips. Before they could move back to his eyes, Bobby closed the gap between the two of them and kissed her, full on the lips.

Violet was startled, at first, but quickly melted away under his touch, closing her eyes as he deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted longer than it should’ve, but Violet didn’t quite mind. Or at least not until her mind drifted back to Luke and she felt like she was kissing him instead of Bobby.

This caused her to flinch back.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have…. I’m sorry,” she quickly muttered before getting up and running out.

Though it was a mistake to Violet, Bobby didn’t quite see it like that. If it were up to him, this would’ve happened a lot earlier and could happen a lot more often. He had never admitted it to anyone, but he had been in love with Violet for years. Those feelings had never been reciprocated, so he didn’t act up on them either. Violet was just Violet. Until now.

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 4 years ago

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Arthur x reader. Comforting moments

Word count: TO INFINITY AND BEYOND! OK sorry I'm done. Do you get tho?

Warnings: periods. PMSing MC

Great it's that time of month. You walked into the kitchen feeling like the Game of Thrones was in your left ovary. Sebastian was bustling about, finishing breakfast. When he noticed you he turned around, walked up to you and flicked your forhead I mean what did you expect.

- Look who decided to sleep in. - now when you are on your period you have a very quick reaction to bs. So you smacked his hand away and retorted.

- Well if you where the one bleeding, you wouldn't every get up. - as soon as you said this however you realized, you essentially just told him you're on your period. You clasped you hand over your mouth and you looked up at him. He just shook his head.

- Why didn't you say so.- he made you sit and got you a hot water bottel. You where a bit surprised but he shrugged it off with " that's what friends are for". After breakfast he let you of work, since the first day I usually the worst. So you decided to go into the garden with a good book and sat on one of the benches beneath a rosebush that reached up towards the sky. It's beautiful flowers emanating a sickly sweet scent.

You sat there for a long time, transfixed by the fantastic world the book offered. You might have sat there for longer if a cute ball of fur didn't pounce on you. You burst out laughing as Vic showed you in wet kisses. You hugged her close.

Arthur was outside shocker walking Vic when she just decided to run off. He was looking for her when he spotted MC cuddling her. He knew it wasn't the gentlemanly thing to spy observe the woman he was courting but he couldn't help himself. The way you smiled and giggled sent shivers down his spine. How can someone be so perfect. You hugged the puppy close.

- Hello Victoria! - he loved the way you talked to the pup. Especially when you called to her, always by her full name. Victoria. Every time you did this his brain short circuited he just fell harder. Nobody has ever made him feel this way. So he did what every rational person would do. He stayed in the bush and stared at you.

- Hello Victoria! What brings you here? Is your cocky owner here as well? - you smiled and Vic curled up on your lap and put a paw on your stomach. You sighed gently as the pressure felt good. Your cramps were getting worse.

- Oh Vic. I'm glad you are here. I can't really sit anymore. The craps are getting so much worse but I can't tell anyone. I don't want to worry them you know.- you stocked her head and started humming a little tune to yourself.

- Hello Luv! A little birdy told me you where not feeling well. - your head snaps up as you hear the authors cocky voice. He smiled at you flashing a ridiculously charming smile. You looked away as a blush slowly crept on to your cheeks.

- Hi Arthur.- he sat down next to you and looked at you with concern in his eyes.

- Does it really hurt that bad?- you looked at him and nodded. Then he did something even more infuriatingly cute. He pulled out a box of chocolates and placed it in front of you.

- Why are you giving me this. Why are you being so nice?- he looked at you confused as you continued to rant.- You are always around me. Don't you think I haven't noticed that you haven't been talking to other women. You can have anyone! Why me?!- by the and you where shouting tears streaming down your face as you stood there in utter confusion.

- Because - he took your hand gently - you are not like everybody else. You have held me captive by those eyes ever since you came through that bloody door. I haven't bean able to get you out of my head. I can't explain why, but I know I need you. I want to be the one you rely on in moments like this. Will you allow me this much.- he locked eyes with you and you threw yourself at him , sobbing. He buried his head in the crook of your neck breathing in your intoxicating scent. You to are officially the cutest couple ever.

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iffyswriting · 5 years ago

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Star Quality

Pairing: Pardison Fontaine x Black! Thick! OC

Summary: A story with some smut at the end. May give it a part two, I don't know yet.

I don’t know about y’all but that fine ass man right there got my ovaries on LOCK.

I blame my friend, Dom for this. She encourage the whortivity.

Anyway enjoy,☺🥴

The light shined bright on my face, my eyes slightly blinded. Anxiety rested in my chest as I looked over all the people in the stands. So many of them were screaming, pumped up with excitement. So many were screaming my name.

All these people here just to see lil ole me.

I searched through the crowd, hopeful to see his face but I knew he wasn't going to be here.

I wanted to be wrong but what's true is just what it is.

I blinked back my tears as I began with my first song of the night 'Heartbreak'. I started strong, singing my heart out as things went on my lyrics hitting closer to home.

My mama told me to stay away from the industry niggas.

If we both wanted a career, it'd never work she said. I didn't listen because I figured who better to understand me, than someone with my exact goals- we could be an it couple, we could be successful together.

I should've listened.

The year before.

"And you said we'd be late." I teased, taking my bodyguard, Tommy's hand as I stepped down from the car.

"You took your sweet ass time at the Hotel."

"My makeup is a whole regime- one lash out of place and my whole energy is off." I said matter of factually, pleased when he didn’t reply.

I looked up at the radio station, my heart swelling with happiness. I'd never been invited to do an interview before- I've never been famous before either. This year was full of firsts for me and honestly, I'm ready to accept it all.

"Nervous?"

"Not nervous- terrifyingly happy, I'll say."

"Those don't go together."

"A lot of things I do don't but I make it work." He chuckled to my side, his laughter easing my nerves.

Plopping into a chair, I bounced in my seat giving the biggest grin I could to everyone in the room. You could say I was a little too eager.

"We got brand new artist- Sincerity in the building!" He started off cupping his mouth to make an echo effect.

"Wassup y'all!" I said excitedly, my bubbly giggle bursting through.

"I see your animated this afternoon.”

"I'm grateful as hell to be here, that's why."

"We're just as happy to have you." He spoke returning my grin. "Let's talk about your new hit single, Black Jack that just hit number 2 on the top 100 in the U.S. and number 12 worldwide. How does it feel as a new artist to become this popular, this fast?"

"It feels so good and so unexpected. When I recorded it, I had high hopes but they never went up this high."

"I guess that's on me for having such low expectations," I said shaking my head.

"Could you tell me the meaning of the song? Give a little insight."

"Black Jack is about gambling with your life and all the decisions you want to make with so little time. Everything we do feels like we're playing a game of chance and I think my song with its fast-paced beat really gives you that feeling."

"Any inspirations?"

"You'd be surprised to hear this but I had such a huge mixture of music growing up." "Like from Lauryn Hill to Bjork, I was everywhere and I think that really shows in the songs that I make. I like to be versatile.”

The energy in the room shifted slightly and I braced what was he was going to say.

"So recently you've taken pictures with New York rapper, Pardison Fontaine." Tommy gave me a look and I sat up straighter, paying attention. Nervousness started to run through me because anything I say could be critical to my career.

Junior was a lot like other radio people, messy as hell because that's what people like to hear. They're interested in you but they're more interested in the drama that surrounds you because it creates traction.

My manager, Shanice couldn't come but she prepped me the night before telling me what to do.

"Yeah, we took them at Meg's birthday party! It was so much fun." I said nodding my head at the memory. " I took pictures with a bunch of other people too."

"But Pardi is in all of them, one way or another."

"We were sitting together. We talked throughout the party."

"About what?" Junior looked me in the eye, his slick smirk making me scoff. He was trying to get into my head but I stayed resilient.

"About business deals and music really," Pausing, I leaned into the mic closer continuing to talk.

"I can admit he cute or whatever," I said with an eye-roll, everyone else laughing with me.

"But there's literally nothing between us, I super duper promise," I say crossing my heart. " We're just friends- friends, who when they cross paths, take a whole lot of pictures and talk."

"That's it?"

"Dassit." I said quickly, laughing afterward. The disappointment in his face spoke volumes and He looked like he wanted to press further but he knew he couldn't. He moved onto the next question, my interview going much smoother.

Finally leaving the radio station, my phone started to buzz in my hands. I already knew he was gonna call me the minute it ended and I took my time to answer letting it ring a little longer.

"You make me sick."

"Now, I know that's a lie." Pardi, or Jordan as I called him said, I could practically see his smirk over the phone.

"You don't know shit."

"So, I'm just cute or whatever?"

"Ain't that what I said?"

"You've said more than that."

"I been lying." I admitted playfully

"That easily? Wowww-" He faked shock and I bit back a smile, scratching at my hand. Despite my dodging, he did make my stomach flip inside out and made me think things I know I shouldn’t have been.

"You seemed to be so tuned into the radio today- I thought you didn't listen unless you were on it?"

"I had to support my girl."

"I'm your girl? That's crazy."

"You always gonna be my girl." I let out a breathless laugh, my heart thumping in my chest like a drum.

"Okay, Jordan."

"Come see me." He said confidently making me raise an eyebrow.

"See you where?"

"At the studio. You know that's my second home." It was mine too and my mama was constantly down my throat about not being stable with my sleeping.

"Who else gon' be there?"

"Nobody. Just the two of us." Blinking, I opened my mouth trying to find a response.

"You plotting, you're trying to get me all alone."

"You gonna fall for the trap?"

"Maybe” Feeling frisky, I pushed harder. “I don’t feel so convinced, though.”

"If you come, I'll mix something for you."

"Something new?"

"Brand spanking new, baby." He slapped something for emphasis and I shrugged my shoulders like he could see me.

"I'm feeling a little persuaded-"

"I also happen to have some new music- you know I trust your judgment." He came to me for a-lot of things, whether it be a critique or some advice we talked about so much.

"Since you're begging me at this point, I'll show up."

"I can't wait." I could hear his grin and I couldn’t suppress my own anymore, full on biting my lip as a smiled.

"Don't cream your pants, now."

”I won’t even say what I’m thinking,” He chuckled. “See you in a second, Nelle.”

“Bye, Jordan. “ Clicking off my phone, Tommy stared at me- a smirk on his lips. The kind i absolutely hated.

"What?"

"Nose wide open over that boy."

"Just like I told Junior, I'm gonna tell you."

"We're just friends."

*********

Watching intently as his fingers danced over the keys, one by one he let my head lean on his shoulder. He made me feel so comfortable, his shoulder felt like a hard pillow.

"How long you been playing the piano?"

“A long ass time.”He thought for a second. “My mom’s wanted me to be productive with something and music became that something.”

"I want a kind of interlude, you know with the piano playing the back. Soften the soul you know?"

“Yeah, I can see it.”

I opened my mouth to sing a couple of notes as he kept going. He went up higher and I followed suit, going low when he went he low too. He found somewhere steady and I let my voice rest there with him, finishing softly.

The way he looked at me, his eyes trained on my face so hard it's like he was entranced. Being his center of attention made my heart swell.

"I ever tell you, how much I wish I could sing."

"You know how to hold a tune."

"Nah but if I could belt out like I want, I'd be all over the place."

"How you feel singing from your chest." Taking his hand I pressed it right to my breast, and looked him in his eyes.

"It's like grabbing something from within and pushing it out." I took one deep breath and then another his hand rising with each breath I took.

His hand slowly dragged up my neck to touch my cheek. He seemed hesitant at first but I leaned further into his hand, moving in closer.

We kissed softly to test the waters but we weren’t gentle kind of people. The second kiss felt more impassioned and aggressive, as I sighed behind his lips his touches all over my body jolting me.

He placed his hands on my waist pulling me onto his lap. With my legs on either side, I pressed my panties against his clothed shorts grinding on him so he could feel how wet he was making me.

"What we about to do here?"

“The fuck you think.” I said impatiently, swiping my gloss off his bottom lip even though I was going to stain it some more.

“I’m just wanna know before, we get too deep.”

"I know what I want."

"Do you?" Pressing my hand against his chest I started to unbutton his shirt, keeping up eye contact.

"I do."

Scrunching my dress up around my hips, he pushed my thighs apart pressing his fingers onto my clit. He was gentle swiping against it but I want him to be rougher.

He lined up his tip and slid inside making me gasp. I threw my arms over his shoulder, my fingers becoming entangled in his curls as I bounced on his dick our cum echoing in the room.

He gripped my ass, making me bounce faster.

Standing up from the chair, we kissed as he stroked up into me. My back hit the cold glass and something clicked on behind me but with how good he was fucking me I couldn't care less.

"You feel so fucking good-" One of his hands grasped my neck, the other touching the dip of my back to get in deeper. I bit back a smirk, my breasts heaving up and down as he picked up speed.

His deep groans of pleasure, rumbled in my ear and into the pit of my stomach.

I clenched around him slowing things down, his hand tightening it's grip. He guided my face up, sloppily french kissing me our tongues melding together. He pecked my lips one more time gazing at me.

“You gotta take it.” He mumbled, making me wrap my legs around his waist entrapping him.

I pushed him back onto his chair, plunging him back inside of me.

“I’m not the one who needs to take it.” I said breathlessly, kissing his neck lining hickies where his tattoos were.

His chest rose and he shuddered underneath me, his big hands on my back rolls guiding me clearly as I fucked him into the chair. My thighs clapped together and I moaned quietly stopping in my tracks as my orgasm started to crash onto the horizon.

He pushed my thighs back open, circling my clit so I could cum all over his dick. He pulsated inside me and every movement made me feel more sensitive as minutes ticked on.

“Gon head and cum.” He teased me, bringing our lips together once more. He swallowed back my moans, easing me into a steady lull of pleasure.

I came seconds later, a trembling mess. His name tumbled from my mouth in repeated chants, his strong arms surrounding my hips to keep me in place. He sat still in me, his own body barely holding on.

I couldn’t tell if you it was lust, or the fact I had in the palm in my hand but as I ground onto him knowing he was going to cum in me, the power and love I felt was unmatched.

He stopped trying to stop me, relishing in his satisfaction as he painted my walls white. His cum filled me up to the brim and I slid back watching it ooze out a little, the sweat on pooling my forehead sliding between my breasts.

He caressed each part of fat on my body the look in his eyes so intense, my heart barely matched it. He said 4 words that cemented everything and from there I was locked in.

“Let’s do this again.”

#pardison fontaine #pardison fontaine smut #itsiffysworld #fanfiction #rappers #imagine #pardi imagine

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wondersofdreaming · 5 years ago

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Barbie and Action Man

Characters: Chris Evans x female reader

Word count: 1.637

Warnings: Nothing but fluff.

Author’s note: Written for @thefanficfaerie’s ‘Heather’s life in song’ challenge. I live in Denmark, so there will be Danish text in this story, AND this is (sort of) a continuation of ‘Te in perpetuum et unum diem amabo’ - can be read as a standalone as well.

Danish - English:

Moster - Aunt (meaning mother’s sister)

Faster - Aunt (meaning father’s sister)

Dukker - Dolls

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader and her family, who are figments of my imagination.

Song chosen: ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua.

MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

The trip to Denmark had taken nearly eight hours on a plane, from New York to Copenhagen. Your legs were in need of being stretched. Your sweet loving boy… no, fiancé was walking next to you. You were both tired, it was getting close to midnight.

Your parents greeted you with open arms and big smiles, led you to the car and drove towards your childhood home. Chris was standing in the middle of your old bedroom, which was filled with posters of boybands, pictures of yourself, your friends, and your old dog, Smoky. Your queen-sized bed was filled with pillows in all sizes and shapes. Even your old teddy bear was squished between the pillows. Chris picked it up and gave you a look that asked for the story.

“My grandmother gave that to me when I was five. I always had it with me wherever I went, and it brought comfort during the tough times. Especially after she died.” You told him, a sad look on your face, remembering the wonderful times you had with her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad. I think it’s cute.” Chris said and hugged you from behind. He nuzzled his nose to the crook between your shoulder and neck. His beard tickling you, making you giggle.

“It’s alright. She would have loved you. Might even have pinched America’s ass a few times, just to make sure it was real.”

“Then I would have started wearing steel underwear, just to protect myself.”

You laughed, a sound that Chris loved to hear, it made his heart soar.

You both went to the bathroom across the room and brushed your teeth. Chris removed the comfortable clothes he had worn during the flight and went to sit under the covers of the bed. He was watching you sitting at your vanity, removing your makeup and jewellery. You watched him watching you through the mirror.

“Seeing something you like, Mr Evans?” You teased.

“Yes, you.” He chuckled. You raised an eyebrow, turned around to give him a questionable look. Sometimes you were wondering how in the world you had ended up dating him. How had he fallen in love with you?

“Ready to come to bed?” He asked, bringing you back to your bedroom. You nod and changed into one of his T-shirts and pyjamas bottoms. His gaze never wavering from you, as you went to lie down next to him. He pulled you into his waiting arms, hugging you tightly, his steady heartbeat slowly lulling you to a deep sleep.

The next morning you woke up to high pitched screams. You ran downstairs only to be met by Chris lying on the floor, being attacked by your two nephews and three nieces. Your older sister, Mia, and brother, Alex, were hugging your parents.

“Moster/Faster!” The children yelled and went on to cling to you. You welcomed the hugs and cuddles, before long they would be teenagers and not wanting hugs anymore.

After having hugged your brother and sister hello, you went back upstairs to change into something more appropriate, a pair of jeans and a pretty blue blouse. Your mother had outdone herself at the breakfast table. It was filled to the brim with all kinds of delicious items. From waffles to pancakes to fresh fruit to oatmeal to scrambled eggs and bacon. Your younger brother, Charlie, came in through the door, his camera bag dangling from his shoulder, went through the greetings quickly and sat down on his spot, before you all dug into the food.

The children quickly got full and wanted to play. You lead them to the attic, trying to find the box of toys your mother had hidden away. The big wooden chest was sitting in the darkest corner of the loft. It was typical of your mother for putting things in the weirdest and scariest of places.

With the help from Chris, you managed to get the chest downstairs into the living room. Chris sat down on the sofa, your nieces scrambling to sit next to him, the youngest was placed on his knee, as your nephews helped you open the chest. Their eyes widened when they looked at the content.

“Dukker?” The eldest said with disappointment. The girls pulled a few of the dolls out. It was mostly Barbies from your childhood, but at the bottom sat the Action Man figures your brothers had collected over the years. The smile on your nephews’ faces came back full force, as they found all the extra gadgets for the figures. You went to sit next to Chris, while the children played. Soon the floor was filled with camouflaged clothes, miniature plastic guns and bazookas, and various vehicles.

“I didn’t know you played with Barbies as a kid.” Chris chuckled, as he pulled you closer to him, he kissed your temple.

“Don’t most girls? Mia and I loved to imagine how our lives were going to be through the Barbies. She wanted three kids, a loving husband, and big house. She got all tree and more. She also has an amazing career as an interior designer.”

“What did your Barbies want?”

“Well, they wanted a comfortable home, a dog, a wonderful husband, and the library from Beauty and the Beast.”

“And have they achieved what they wanted?”

You looked into Chris’ sky-blue eyes, they looked brighter with the midday sun shining into them. His brows furrowed, showing concern, he wanted you to be happy, wanted you to have everything you dreamed of.

“My Barbies? Not at all.” Chris’ face fell, so you continued, “But me, on the other hand, I moved into a comfortable home with a man, who is going to be my wonderful husband, and bonus, he has a dog that I adore. The library, well I don’t think our house back home will be able to fit all the books from Beauty and the Beast, even if we filled the house to the brim. I love the library you’ve made for me, it still has lots and lots of space for more books.”

“I’ll build you a bigger house with the world’s biggest library.” He whispered into your hair.

“I don’t need a big library. I just want to be with you.” You whispered back.

“What are you two whispering about?” Your sister asked, as she sat on Chris’ other side, your brothers plumbed down on the loveseat to the left, while your parents sat on the floor, playing with their grandchildren.

“Just talking about how we used to act out what we wanted in the future through our Barbies.” You told Mia.

“Oh, right. Do you remember that song we used to listen to while playing with those Barbies? Just because it fitted so well.” Mia asked. She pulled out her phone, went on Spotify to find the song. ‘Barbie Girl’ by the Danish-Norwegian band, Aqua, blasted through the little speaker on the phone.

“Yeah, now that I think about it, it’s the worst song ever to play with Barbies to as young girls.”

“Why’s that?” Chris asked, making your siblings and yourself snicker. You found the lyrics to the song and made Chris read it. He made a face.

“‘Hanky panky’? Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s an anti-feminist song. That Barbie is just placed on Earth for Ken’s sexual pleasure. As a child, I just loved the colourful music video and the catchy tune of the song.” You told him.

The afternoon passed faster than you liked, soon enough your brother and sister had to go home with your nieces and nephews. They left with the promise of coming by another day before you had to fly back to the states. Your nieces had clung to Chris like glue. He held all three girls in his arms while sitting on the sofa. Their parents had taken the girls as they had started to fall asleep, while he stroked their backs in a comforting way. Your ovaries were about to explode by looking at him taking care of your nieces, and the way he encouraged your nephews to be gentlemen was making your heart burst with pride and love.

As you walked along the beach that evening, your thoughts were far away, which made Chris worry. His brows furrowed, his jaw set, eyes were focused on your face that was overlooking the ocean. The sky slowly turning darker. The ocean breeze playing with your hair. As the sun dipped in the horizon, you decided it was now or never. Even though you wanted to wait for the perfect moment.

You pulled out a Barbie-like doll, you had hidden in your pocket. She was dressed in a green dress with white polka dots. You handed it to Chris, who just looked perplexed at you.

“Sweetheart, are you sick?” He asked nervously, looking at the doll in his hand, wondering what you wanted to tell him.

“No, but that doll and I have something in common.”

“Yeah? I need a little help here, darling. Give me a hint.”

You chuckled and lifted the doll’ dress, the belly could be pushed down, then it popped open and revealed what was inside. A small plastic baby.

“We’re both carrying a baby inside our bellies.” You whispered softly.

Chris dropped the doll on the sand. Chris’ face was showing utter shock. As he composed himself, he threw his arms around you and swung both of you around in the sand.

“A baby?” He asked quietly. You nod against his shoulder. “A baby!” He said louder, putting you back down, cupping your face, he breathed: “Our baby.”

He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss. His wish from when he proposed coming true.

He wished for you to want to marry him and start a family.

#Chris Evans #Oh man #Chris Evans x reader #Chris Evans x female reader #Chris x reader #Chris x female reader #Fanfiction #My story #Mine #Heather's life in song #thefanficfaerie #Writing challenge #Challenge #Barbie and Action Man #Aqua #Barbie Girl #I need a drink #Short Story #chris evans fanfic

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igotanna · 5 years ago

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Got7 reaction - on your period

genre: reader’s POV

summary: got7 reacting on the reader‘s period

warning: /

a/n: i don’t own any gif, credit to the owners

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Mark

You knew it was coming. The mood swings made it so obvious. Just the thought of Mark touching you made you flinch. He made you angry just by sitting there and breathing.

You bit your tongue not to say something. It’s not his fault it’s not his fault was your mantra the whole day. You tried to avoid as much physical contact as possible. But he noticed.

You were cooking diner (just a ramyeon, you didn’t have energy to anything better). Mark came to the kitchen, putting his hand on your hip with a attempt to hug you.

You moved away so quickly your spoon fell to the pot. The hot water splashed your hands and you hissed with pain „Fuck, Mark!“ you cursed and rubbed the burning skin.

He didn’t say a word, just took your hand and dragged you to the sink. He poured a cold water on it and asked „Better?“

You closed your eyes knowing he is not mad and that he should „I’m sorry.“ You said holding his hand in yours „I’m just..“

„I know,“ he interrupted you with a soft smile „It’s okay. Just tell me next time. I’ll leave you a space.“

That made your heart melt and you pushed yourself on him.

„Or not.“ He added with laughter.

Your period caught you with surprise on a day you and JB both made day off to have it just for yourself. You planned to go out for a breakfast, nice walk through the city and then a on a beach to feed some seagulls, wraping the nice day with a romantic dinner and cinema.

Well.

Your ovaries thought otherwise.

„Oppa I’m so sorry…“ you sighed once again. You were cuddled in blankets on the couch, sweating and clinching your jaw. You could have managed the whole day if there wouldn’t be the cramps. Fucking cramps so bad that even pills didn’t help.

„Don’t be sorry like it’s your fault.“ He scolded and caressed your forhead. He sat down, bringing you tea.

„We were supposed to have a nice day..“ you closed your eyes, due to the pain and tears.

„I’m at home with you, without anyone interrupting me or sayin’ ‘brRRaAh!’every minute.“ he laughed „How is that not a nice day?“

You laughed with him.

„Just try to sleep I’ll make something for lunch.“ He raised and kissed you on the head.

Jackson

You two were cuddling on a couch with a new Disney movie on, sharing a nice moment. It was a long time since you both had the chance to do something together and counting in your period, Jackson said it’ll be good to stay at home and rest.

The movie slowly came to its end when you felt your cheeks going wet cause of the waterfalls of tears. You wiped as many as you could away but when Jackson moved to stand up and turn off the telly you gasped as the wave of emotions hit you.

„Y/N?“ he froze with shock „What is it?“

For a second you couldn’t respond – that hard you cried. You hid your face in your hands and tried to stop this silly burst.

Jackson’s hands took your shoulders and shaked with you a bit „Y/N? Please, you scare me!“

„It was such a sad movie!“ you cried loud.

It was so stupid yet cute he just had to laugh. He pushed you on himself and laughed „Really? You’re crying your life out after a disney movie?“

That made you cry even more – it was so stupid! You felt like an idiot.

„Okay if you won’t stop I’ll cry as well you know that.“ His voice cracked.

„I know.“ You sobbed and laughed.

Jinyoung

Because Jinyoung has two sisters, he is quite laid back when it comes to women’s problems. Including period, cramps, mood swings, hunger or whatever might be connected wit it.

He is very well informed (not that he’d want to be) and you can count on him in every situation.

One morning you woke up and just knew. ‘Why the hell’ - you thought and tried to figure out what to do. You were at Jinyoung’s place, you didn’t bring anything here yet. Thinking about the handbag - the last tampon you had you gave to your friend at work.

You tried to move quietly, but Jinyoung suddenly appeared next to your side of the bed, sitting down. He was already dressed up.

“Hi,” you said and tried to look cool.

“So what do you preffer?” he asked and smiled to encourage you.

“What?”

“Tampon or pads?”

You had to blink a few times seeing his straightforwardness. He seemed pretty confident.

“Ehrm... pads?” you answered.

“Okay. I’ll get them.” he kissed your forhead and stood up.

You sat up “Wait!” you were so shocked - how he knew?

“Yeah? Anything else? Chocolate? I have Milka but if you wish otherwise..” he looked at you.

“No, just.. how you know I need it?” you asked simply.

His eyes avoided yours and smiled shyly “I just know my girl.” and left.

You laughed at his attitude but then froze. As you stood up you just saw - you were sleeping on a japanese flag now. Cursing and taking of the sheets you just had to smile at Jinyoung’s gentleman behaviour. He is a true sweety.

Youngjae

Youngjae took you with JB and Jinyoung on a lunch since you didn’t have the time to spend time with each other.

You were feeling dizzy already when you drove there, but wanted to play it cool. You missed being with him and you wanted to see the boys as well.

You actually even weren’t hungry or sociable. You just didn’t want to disappoint them.

When you all arrived to the restaurant boys started bickering and talking about the food they’re gonna get. The waitress came to take the orders.

„And for you miss?“ she turned on you.

„Nothing, thanks.“ You smiled.

All the boys looked at you „Are you okay?“ asked Youngjae.

You nodded, holding back the whole dizzines and back pain you suffered. You managed to have some conversation with them until the food was brought. The smell of it was just awfull and you a had to fight the throw up tention.

„Hey, you wanna try it at least?“ asked politely Youngjae and handed you a spoon full of noodles, veggies and soup.

You covered your mouth and shook your head, quickly standing up. Almost didn’t make it to the restrooms you threw up all the breakfast you had into the toilet.

After you came out, Youngjae, leaning on the door quickly stood up and took your head in his hands „Are you alright?“

You shook your head.

„The boys think you are pregnant.“ He smiled.

„Quite the opposite.“ You chuckled.

His eyes widened with understanding and nodded „Let’s go home.“

„What? No, have fun with them I’ll go on my own.“

„You crazy? Look at yourself you’re shivering.“ He locked arms with you and smiled „Don’t worry I’ll leave the food here.“

Bambam

That little shit knew very well when you’re going to have your period and he even made himself a note on the fridge.

His tactics was to leave you as much space as possible, one day he even disappeared in the morning leaving you just the safe box he prepared. It was filled with tampons, pads, chocolate, chips, pills, warm pad and he even got a Bridget Jones on a flesh disc. All that with a note “love you, but you can manage this yourself”

After you explained him it is kinda cruel of him avoiding you he stopped leaving you when on your period.

He just acted very strangely.

“Let me take it it’s too heavy.”

“What?”

“I thought you can’t pick up heavy things.”

“Bam I’m on my period not pregnant.”

When you vere cooking he pushed you away and said “Move and go to sleep you look tired.” then rushing back to you with “HELP IT IS BURNING!”

But in the evening he got super romantic and before cuddling to you he politely asked “May I be clingy tonight?”

Yugyeom

„C’mooon I wanna go to the pool!“ pouted Yugyeom. He was behaving like a child since the morning. You both planned to spend the day in a swimming pool.

But your period took over and stole all the mood for playing around in the pool.

„Gyeomie I’m so sorry I just can’t…“ you sighed for the seventh time and stroke his hair “Go with someone else and have fun, I’d be just a frowny fun spoiling one today.” you winked lazily.

Yugyeom nodded and his shoulders went down “I see.”

He stood up, packed some stuff and waved “I’ll go then.”

“Yeah.” you smiled at him holding back tears. He’s actually going to go on his own?

Apparently yes, he left and after the door shuting, you let it go completely. That stupid bastard! You didn’t mean it seriously! And he just leaves you here. Alone and sad.

You made yourself simple lunch and before you started to eat it, you heard door opening.

“Well that was quick!” you said loudly. He was out for a hour, not even.

“Surprise!!” he screamed back when arriving to the kitchen. He placed a big paper bag on the table before you.

“You didn’t really think I was going to leave you here, did you?” he laughed when you looked in the bag. There was Little mermaid on dvd, jelly fish, haribo sea world and a towel.

“Really? A towel?”

“We’re gonna cuddle in a towel yes!” yelled Yugyeom out with excitement.

“Jeez I should’ve known.” you laughed.

#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 x reader #got7 x you #kim yugyeom #bambam imagines #jackson wang reaction #choi youngjae #jinyoung reaction #jaebum #mark tuan #got7 au

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manrocket-mo · 6 years ago

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You and Mo adopting a puppy together in Toronto

Ya’ll I know we’re all mopey and really sad and I hope this helps even a teensy bit.

When the Leafs’ community relations team reached out to you and the other wives and girlfriends to ask you to be a representative at the Toronto Humane Society adoption event pre-game, you knew that you should’ve sat this one out. It wasn’t that you hated animals, it was quite the opposite.

You wanted a puppy so bad, you and Morgan but you both always kept a level heads about yourselves. With Morgan’s schedule in-season and you being in your last semester at university, it just wasn’t a good idea. But every time you went back to Vancouver with Morgan and you saw him with Maggie, and every time you went out and you stole some puppy time away from strangers, the part of your heart that wanted a puppy grew and grew.

But who were you to turn down an opportunity to not only steal some more puppy play time but also do good in the community on behalf of your boyfriend? So you stupidly agreed, your Rielly jean jacket slung over your shoulders and a bag of treats ready to go for the good boys and girls awaiting you.

“Have a great game, babe,” you smiled readjusting Morgan’s lapels before pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiles into your peck and before you could pull away, lifts you up.

“Mmm, don’t be late,” you mumble, cupping his cheek. “I don’t want Babs mad at me.”

Mo chuckles before setting you down on the counter.

“As if Babs could ever be mad at you. He loves you!” You roll your eyes at him and place your hands on his broad shoulders. “Mmm, you’re wearing your jacket.”

You grin at him. “I have this thing today and I have to represent this guy, so I have wear this little thing.” You shrug your shoulders but the smile ripped across your cheeks told another story.

His grin matches yours. “I love seeing you wear my last name and my number,” he whispers seductively against your skin, his hands tracing the 4’s along your sleeve. “But more than anything, I love knowing that you’re representing us in the community. It means so much to me.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, sweetly.

“Of course. Anytime.” You press a kiss to his lips once more before you shooed him, jumping off the counter. “Now, you really gotta go! You’re going to be late by your standards.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes at you and leaned down to give you one last peck on the lips.

“Wait!” You yelled after him before he could walk over to grab his keys. “Don’t forget your pin!” You grab the blue Leafs paw print pin off the counter and moved back to your boyfriend.

“I got it.” You stood there in the foyer of the home you shared with Morgan and pressed the backing into the pin so that it hung perfectly on his suit. “Perfect.”

You caught Mo giving you the heart eyes again. “Thanks, babe.”

“You’re welcome! Now go get, ‘em. Score me a goal!” You teasingly swatted at his butt, directing him to the door. “Come on, come on.”

Mo laughs and leans back before you could close the door on him. “One more?”

You giggle, pressing your lips against his once more before pushing the door shut.

An hour later and you were on Maple Leaf Square out of treats and completely in love with the pup in your arms.

“Y/N,” Aryne chastises. You stick your lip out in a pout and give her puppy eyes, similar to the ones the little chocolate lab in your arms had been giving you the entire time you held him.

“Aryne…” you whine. “He’s sooooo cute.”

“Mo is going to kill you,” Steph sings knowingly.

“Yeah, but he’ll have a little friend to comfort him once they lower me into the ground,” you mumble stroking the pup’s soft fur.

“Ma’am, I think that family over there is going to sign up for that puppy, if you want to let them..” one of the humane society representatives said reaching out.

You panicked, clutching the puppy to you, your eyes searching for Steph’s. She giggled at you, knowingly. She knew from the very beginning how this would end. Truthfully, so did you.

Morgan would surely kill you. That was for sure.

You looked down to the good boy in your arms, so warm, so content and once he looked up at you, it was over.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll adopt him.” You were determined and moved toward the sign up sheet for the little devil and picked it off the table. “Where do I sign?” you ask, one arm holding the dog and the other a pen.

Steph laughed loudly from behind you, earning an elbow to the ribs by Christina. “Wait til Syd hears about this!”

You roll your eyes but sit at the adoption table where you begin the paperwork, smiling for a photo when you finish up.

“…can we not post that til tomorrow? I need to tell my boyfriend what I just did.” This time the circle of wives and girlfriends surrounding you laugh in unison at your expense.

“And here you go… here’s his crate, some puppy food, a couple of toys and some treats. And not to forget, his first little bandana. Mac with the number 44, is that right?”

“Aww, MAC!” Steph cooed as she grabbed the crate for you.

“Yes, thank you.” You grabbed your belongings, slinging your purse over your shoulder while clutching to your new puppy.

“So what are you going to do?” Christina wonders as she reaches over to give Mac a scratch between the ears.

“I’m going got go home and figure out how to explain what I just did to my boyfriend when he gets home.

You get another phone call, your third that you send to voicemail out of pure guilt. You watch as Mac runs around the office and can’t help the shame you feel as your phone buzzes with another text.

You pick up your phone and send him a text without looking at what he sent.

I’m okay. Don’t worry.

You put your phone down. You knew Morgan would be home at any time with the game ending almost an hour ago, even sooner now that you weren’t there to greet him post-game.

When the front door opens and slams shut, you get off the floor and creep toward the door.

“Y/N!” Morgan yells, looking for you.

You push the door of the office open and shut it softly behind you.

“Mo, I’m here.” You watch as he turns to you and in three long strides pulls you into his arms.

“I was so worried! You didn’t answer my calls and my texts and Steph said you never made it to the game and you weren’t there waiting for me and—“ he was panicking, he was worried.

You grabbed his face in your hands and spoke to him. “Morgan, I’m here. I’m okay. I’m here, okay?” You nod with him. “I’m here.”

“Why’d you leave?” Morgan asks confused.

You shake your head and you’re sure it does nothing to relieve his worries. “Morgan, you’re going to be mad at me and that’s okay. I deserve it.”

Mo’s blue eyes grow. “Y/N…”

“Morgan, you need to be calm when I tell you.”

He nods quietly but before you could build up the courage to spill what you did, there are the sounds of little paws on hardwood, little puppy barks.

“Morgan, please don’t be mad.” You lean down and away from Morgan to pull your new little pup to you.

“Momo, meet Mac…” you smile sheepishly, looking up to take him in giving you a look of relief.

“That’s it? This is why you thought I’d be so mad that you didn’t answer my phone calls?” He’s skeptical.

“I thought you’d be so mad you’d break up with me for being irresponsible…”

Morgan lets out a breath and puts his arms around your waist. He can’t help but laugh at the look that must be on your face.

“I’m not mad, okay?”

You nod and pull Mac to you. “Look Mo, he even has a 44 on a Maple Leaf on his bandana! You can’t be mad! Look at that face!” You angle Mac’s little face up so Morgan can look at it and as soon as Morgan leans down, Mac takes a lick at his face.

“Mac, eh?” Morgan reaches over and pets his soft, chocolate brown fur. “Mac is going to make Maggie a very jealous girl when we get back to Vancouver for the summer. She’s not going to be happy with me.”

You smile, your heart and ovaries bursting as Morgan takes hold of Mac and nuzzles his fur.

“How old is Mac?” He wonders.

“10 weeks and he’s all up to date with vaccinations and has had a full work up by the vets and I’ll take care of him, you won’t even have to worry—“

Morgan silences you with his lips.

“I’m not mad at you,” he promises.

Suddenly Mac yelps and starts wiggling out of your boyfriend’s arms, prompting him to be set down on the floor.

“Oh, you wanna play, Mac?” Morgan gets down on his knees and calls for Mac when he turns around and goes to the other room where he knows he has toys.

“I’m glad we got a little gremlin of our own, even if you pretended you were strong enough to go to this event. I was really starting to miss Mags again and I want you to have someone when I’m away.”

You settle down on the floor next to Morgan hearing the jingle of Mac’s tags against his collar as he ran back a toy almost the size of his body being dragged from his mouth.

“So the right call?” you wonder, bumping shoulders with your boy. “Because this family was eyeing him and..”

“Ah, right call? Still out there as questionable,” Morgan teases, his arm going around your shoulders, pulling you to him. “But good call? I’d say so.”

He quickly presses a kiss to your temple before patting the floor in front of you both with two hands, signaling for Mac to jump into his arms.

“I’ll let Maggie make the final decision when she meets our little guy in a few weeks.”

Mac lets out a little bark and you and Morgan laugh pulling him closer to both love on him.

Y/IG/H

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Y/IG/H Mags has a baby brother and @morganrielly didn’t kill me! Everyone meet Mac Rielly! #Bub

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morganrielly How could I be mad with that face on Bub??

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FUEL | Chapter Five

ANGEL REYES x READER

Summary: You grew up playing on Mayans MC’s yard, but you’re not a child anymore.

Warnings: ANGST and FLUFF.

Author’s note: Are you ready? Let the thrill begin. Let me know what you think PLEASE. Especially about the last scene. TELL ME !

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You were sprawled on the hammock outside the office, the guys were standing near you, engaged in a cheerful conversation. Angel was the only one sitting on the floor of the porch, next to you. His left hand was resting on your ankle, squeezing it gently. Cigarette in one hand. you in the other, as always.

You were used to this now. He was always beside you. You could sense his presence near you, feel the heat radiating from his body. It was good. His hands were always finding your skin, your hair, from tickles and featherlike touches to reassuring squeezes. The other guys were dear friends to you but this was different. You were suspicious about him having feelings for you too but you were tired of all the pinning. You wanted action.

“Earth to Y/N” Coco called and frowned at your guilty expression. “What?”

“Nothing. I just... zoned out. What?”

“I’m so gonna win this bet!” Ezekiel said to Coco with a devilish grin. You sensed that it had something to do with you.

“What?” Angel seemed annoyed.

“Prospect has a big mouth, that’s all. Nothing that concerns you. ” Coco eased and gave another sip on his beer.

You felt the urge to be somewhere else and made an excuse.

Angel stood up and pushed Ez.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” He asked and Coco restrained his arm. He freed himself and pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You’re involved in this.”

“Jesus, dude. You gotta chill.” Coco shoved his finger away and Angel seemed to relax. “Ez thinks you’re gonna get the girl soon, I don’t. We put 50 on it.”

Bishop and Riz burst in laugh. They knew something was going on but it wasn’t of their interest, so they didn’t ask.

Angel’s façade went down after his friend’s statement. “Why? Why wouldn't I get her?”

“Do you want to?” Ez asked.

Silence.

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You were quietly working on Bishop’s bike when someone called your name. You turned around and smiled sheepishly. Diego mirrored your expression.

“May I?” He asked, motioning to the stool laying next to you.

“Sure!” You nodded and he pulled it next to you before sitting.

"So... What’s going on? Galindo showed up earlier and they all strutted out.”

He laughed and you thought that wrinkle that formed on his nose was cute.

“I don’t know, I’m his personal friend, he doesn’t share much with me.”

You cleaned your hands on your jeans before lighting up a cigarette.

“You know how it works...” He continued in a low voice. “The more you know, the more engaged you are to this world. The less I know the better.”

You nodded in agreement but remembered what Angel said about him.

Conversation flew easily and you had a good time.

“Y/N... Have dinner with me tonight, please. I really enjoy your company.” He said with a bright smile.

You cursed mentally. Diego was fine but your heart belonged to that moron who didn’t know what he wanted from his life.

“I think they may need me when they come back...” You gave him an apologetic smile.

“Oh, ok.” He caressed your cheek. “What about tomorrow?”

You had to be honest...

“Listen...” You exhaled and turned at him, facing him. “You’re good looking and I really enjoy your company but I think I like someone else. Things are already complicated and I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix things up.”

“Shit.” He laughed and shook his head. “Can’t believe I blew my chance with you! But hey...” He ran his hand through your hair. “If you figure things out and change your mind you can always call me.”

You smiled at him, he was a good guy.

And then a Harley, whose thunderous sound you knew too well, passed by you on the yard. Your blood froze in your veins and you looked at him... He parked and stayed sit on the bike, you could only see his back. You could tell he was breathing hard and his hands were glued to his sides, fists so tight his knuckles were white.

Gilly and Coco arrived and the latest looked at you with a puzzled look before heading to his friend. Diego had his hand on your back.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you looked at him abruptly, like if you have forgotten his presence.

“I don’t know. I think you should go...” Your voice trailed off.

“Is that the guy?” He asked and stood up, staring at Angel, who was now being practically being dragged inside by Coco and Ez. They were arguing.

“You should go.” You said harshly and he finally understood.

You were hyperventilating. But goddamn it, Angel isn’t your boyfriend, he didn’t even ask you out. Never. Why were you so upset and anxious about him seeing you talking to Diego? Was he mad? Was it about you or whatever happened at the meeting with Galindo?

You calmed down and decided to follow the script like if nothing has ever happened.

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You sit next to him at the bar and he didn’t even look at you.

“How was the meeting?” You asked, trying to maintain your voice even.

“Full of bullshit, like always. We dealt with it.” Coco stated.

“We?” Ez asked. “It was all Angel and me.” Ez laughed.

The atmosphere was odd. Angel was off, Ez was trying to enlighten the mood. Coco didn’t really care.

“What about you? How was your afternoon?” You nudged Angel’s shoulder and he looked at you, no emotion at all.

“It was fine.” He answered, nonchalant.

You nodded.

“Not as fine as yours, but fine.” He completed, sipping on his beer.

“You’re an idiot!” You yelled and all eyes turned at you, but you were so mad you didn’t even care.

You punched his shoulder as hard as you could. The impact made him spill the beer all over his jeans. He looked at you, surprised, but then the rage started spilling out of him.

“You clearly think I am! I told you to stay away from that bastard!” He shouted in your face.

“Sure! And I’m supposed to obey you, right?” You yelled and he was fifty shades of red now.

“Whatever.” He said and walked away. You gulped the rest of your beer and ran after him. You wanted to crawl into his nerves and give him a heart attack. You wanted to punch him in the face.

“Don’t whatever me, asshole!” You pulled his arm and he stopped dead on tracks by the door.

Everyone was watching with wide eyes. Some of them were restraining a laugh, some of them were waiting for the minor signal of real violence to break up the fight, but none of them dared to say something.

“Fine!” He shouted, exasperated. “What was he doing here?”

“Talking.”

“I saw you talking. Old man is a bit handsy, don’t you think?” You absolutely hated that cynical tone.

“Less than you are. And he is your age. Should I stay away from you too?” You yelled at him.

His expression was hurt. "Not the same.”

“Why???” You asked, exasperated. You were tired.

“I like you, goddamn it! I love you!” He hollered and locked his eyes on yours. His brows were furrowed, his skin was flush and he was panting hard.

“What?” You smiled and everyone laughed.

“You heard me. Now, what’s the deal between you and him?”

For the first time, you realized you were doing this in front of the guys. You looked back with widened eyes and they laughed.

“Y/N?” Angel shook your arm, impatient.

“He asked me out...”

“AND” Impatient.

“I said I couldn’t go because I’m into someone else.” You blurted out.

“Who’s the guy?” He asked, trying not to smile, but didn’t manage to.

“You'll hate the guy!” You laughed and he frowned.

“Say it.” He growled, pulling a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up to him.

“You.”

You could spend hours, days like that and never get tired. All you could feel was his heat, his body, his smell, his lips, his tongue, his hands gripping on your waist for dear life. It seemed to you the rest of the world disappeared. The cheering and the teasing was just a whisper at the back of your mind, your thoughts and ovaries were much louder.

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mitsuhidethesnek · 6 years ago

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Lancelot Kingsley Character Thoughts

@coolandspice asks: "Can you do Lancelot next for the IkeRev analysis if you haven't yet? I love your analysis of Edgar and your analysis of his relationship with Lancelot got me near to tears. I'd love to hear what you think of Lancelot as well. :)"

Ahhhh. Such a nice compliment! We protect Lancelot and Edgar in this house! I havent done one for Lance yet so here goes!

First Impression - Pointless journey ahoy. I was at Anime Expo, waiting in line for merch during IkeRev's release. I was so nervous cuz i had no idea whose route to start, and I had no idea who I would someday stan! Release days are so unfair. Initially I was torn between the two kings. Ray has that black hair/green eyes combo I like. Black army also represents freedom, an ideology i prefer. Lance is a classic pretty monarch, which is whatever, but then he says shit like... "you belong to me now." So I let my kinks pick Lance, and I have no regrets. Also, Otomeobsessed said Lance route explains why Lance is the way he is in other routes, so that decided it.

Impression Now - I love him and would defend Lancelot with my life, and he doesnt even need it. Who doesn’t like Lance? After knowing everyone in IkeRev, I am still a red army stan! I really love how Red Army is full of very principled people who have a very high standards of themselves and each other. And because they’re so strict and productive, the moments where they cut loose are even more delightful to me. At first Lance was just average pretty boy. Blond hair, blue eyes doesn’t appeal to my shallow points. And he was that serious austere type. Good but not too interesting yet. But now?? I FIND HIM SO SENSUAL AND COMPELLING AND CUTE TOO. He makes my heart and ovaries burst with every line he utters!! He is regal all over with his legitimate skill for leadership and combat, his intellect and posture. He’s serious, but he’s also playful. He’s not serious in a way that makes him picky. No, he’s serious in a way that makes him easy to satisfy! Which I love because I’m lazy... He would be perfectly happy to spend the day inside or strolling somewhere just being by your side and soaking in your energy. You don’t have to be doing anything. You could talk about utter nonsense, and every exchange would still feel intimate because of the way he appreciates every slight twitch of your face and every slight gesture of your body. He sees poetry in your fundamental humanity.

Favorite Moment - Fave is after the dance when he orders you to ask two wishes of him. I unlocked his POV, and it still breaks me. I love every moment where he’s playful with you and can’t help smiling and laughing around you. The hardened king who believes his life wasn’t meant for happiness, who believes his life must be sacrificed, a smile slips onto his face when he’s with you. I love the way he uses his status as king as part of his joke for why you have to tell him how he can repay you. That is precious. And then you say, “no fair, playing the king card!” I lovve. Alice, you have no reason to obey him, he’s not a threat, you know that more than anyone now, but you go with it. And what do you ask of the king?? To stay with him for the rest of your days in Cradle. THE ROMANCE. And then Lance gets that surprised look I love so much. In that moment his heart fills up to the brim in a way he didn’t think was possible, and his happiness is so intense in contrast to the angst we’ve learned thus far. I love these small but blinding moments of utter bliss, and how he tries so hard to restrain it anyway. He's struggling not to entirely crumble before you. He’s grateful for the most simplest of human emotions and pleasures when he’s with you. And with him, even the simplest pleasures are sumptuous.

Idea for a Story - I want an adventurous playful MC to get Lance to try all sorts of new things! Drag him along through town. Have him delight in everything. Have him stare after you in wonder and affection at how enjoyable you find certain things. And in turn, he learns to appreciate little things too. And seeing his simple contentment brings you even more joy. And it becomes just an endless loop of being elated by each other’s happiness and wanting to do everything to get each other to smile and laugh. Like, one of my favorite events is where you take him out to town and you eat crepes together. He finishes while observing his surroundings. And idkkkkkk. It makes me soft just picturing him.

Unpopular Opinion - I actually like when Lancelot calls you Alice, although I don’t think canon always lines up with my headcanon (bold claim!). I have this idea that once you're together, he calls you by your real name much more often, especially to be extra intimate and personal and grab your attention. But sometimes he calls you Alice, My Alice, similar to My Queen like it's a title. And he does that most when he's boasting about you or speaking to you in public and wants to show off that you're the best Alice there is or when he’s joking with you. You have rightly earned your unique position. And he'll switch between the two depending whether he needs to emphasize your authority as Alice or your importance as his beloved. I'm self inserting more leadership qualities into Alice but whatever.

Favorite Relationship - with Kyle! I love when Kyle gets mad at both Lance and MC. Kyle is the only one who knows his secret. And i love all the memes of Kyle just being so tired from coming after everyone, especially Lance the goddamn martyr. It must be extra frustrating because they're opposite in a lot of ways. Kyle wants nothing more than to see people happy. He's not so serious, and he's a drunken mess. Lance, however, is not drunk, in full possession of his faculties and quite serious, yet is constantly jeopardizing both his health and happiness. Help these idiots.

Favorite Headcanon - this meme by @belovedofthekingofhearts where Alice shows Lance a simple trick, and his mind is so blown. i honestly bust out laughing every time without fail.

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❝tea with yours truly❞

—grab your cups and let me serve you some hot pipping tea.

today’s episode: the mgas.

unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know what time it is. it’s been five seasons now. it’s the freaking mgas. mnet global auditions that never feel global but who cares? am i late to start talking about it? no. why did i decide to wait? because, i’m over it. i’m over survival shows. i’m over having a heartbreak and being an emotional wreck when my faves are eliminated. that’s why i decided to wait and to stalk. lol. i binged watched freaking four episodes of it. even then, i did not miss the entire season. i was a bit impatient. everyone’s talking about it. everyone’s balls and ovaries are bursting left and right. my bad, if you thought that this podcast is suited for work, you’re listening to the wrong podcast.

before anything, i just want to say that i’ve caught myself listening to luxe’s every night. it was really a good song. y’know, royal, trc, sphere, kt and...nova...are going to recruit new trainees for their companies, but what about the groups that they already have? see, royal’s luxe haven’t been around since march. their main rivals are still fresh in the memory. i’m talking about trc’s k.arma and kt’s eclipse. eclipse even got a summer comeback. the best time to come back honestly with all the festivals. sphere’s convex came back in april. that’s not too long ago. then, you have nova ( /sighs;) i guess that nova is in need of trainees so that they can one day debut something. anything. didn’t i ever tell you guys that, as a little child, was obsessed with jewelry. i didn’t have their talent though.

anyways without further ado, here’s my opinion, as if anyone really cares about it honestly, about the first four episodes of the mgas. i got my notes. it’s all opinions. my opinions. yes, i’ll be biased; however, i expect y’all to bother to check the episodes and performances to make your own opinions and faves.

oh, i almost forgot, today’s drink is starbucks’s matcha frappucino. it’s summer. we drink our tea cold, but doesn’t mean that what we are spitting isn’t pippin’ hot.

episode one started with a nice little shot of the places where the auditions were taking place. cute. there’s a lot of hopefuls. then, we get to see the ceos that we love so much ( /chuckles;) then, they do some lowkey scripted chitchat. you know “oh, it’s a new season again” “i know right.” “i can’t wait to meet the contestants and sign trainees who will probably never get the chance to debut” lol. speaking of contestants, there are 100 people. let me tell you who caught my attention. first, there’s this one named kim seungmin? seunghun? legit, he was imitating animals. like, top pick of the episode. yes, i’m weird like that. to be honest, the entire episode, the ceos were savage. but, i don’t blame them, because sweeties it’s freaking season 5 so you’re supposed to bring it. period. you’ve seen the show at least once, you should know. lot’s singing, dancing, rapping. y’know. it’s what you expect. by the way, an ex-member of convex freaking showed up. i was shook. like, i remember that there were redemption stories since mga season 1. but, it was usually former contestants given a second chance or trainees. a freaking ex-member. it’s freaking romeo under a new alias? i mean you guys know the rumors...but he left allegedly for personal reasons. i have the highest of expectations on him. like, i feel for his fans from back when the season two of the mgas happened. the rollercoaster ride of emotions. i feel for y’all. i’m not gonna lie to y’all. the first episode...i mean...i’m binge watching so i didn’t really take the time to really find my top picks.

let’s move on to the next episode.

episode two: the way episode two started was weird. i mean i can’t be the only who watch that little moment involving...let check my notebook for the names..ah yes, choi yena, wang jackson and son hyejoo. it’s been five seasons... doesn’t the mgas have the budget for seats for all the contestants? as for the skinship moment, y’all know that the fans are out there being like “i ship hyena or yejoo”. anyways. moving on. episode two is, in a nutshell, more singing. more dancing, more rapping. it’s also leads to the first round of eliminations. as i mentioned before, i’m not here for the heartbreak. i know that through binge-watching, i’m not getting emotionally attached to nobody. i’ll cry moving forwards from episode four and onwards. rappers who come up and perform their own stuff. i support you. i kinda expect rappers to be able to pen and to have the courage to take the stage with their own work. does that discredit the other rappers? no, i just happen to love the creative rappers and we all know tiger jk love them too. over the years, the rappers with creative genius had more chances to land in trc. it’s just how it is. so, yeah, choi yoona caught my attention. the whistling rapper, na jaemin too. i like him. recycle boy, hwang minhyun seems to have left an impression because they replayed his clip. oh, and, see, the girl hyejoo who had a moment in the beginning of the episode had another highlight moment. she switched from dancer to rapper and promoted a self-made song. should i make her a top pick? i mean she fits what i like. maybe, if she’s still around in episode four. i’m just gonna say one thing...that guy...park jinyoung. yes. biased? maybe. i mean give me a man with a guitar and that voice. mhm. so, at the end of the episode, they go through the elimination. they also reveal the top three for each category. who am i not surprised for? freakin’ minho.

up to this point, the people i got my eyes on are still alive. there are two episodes left tho. like i said, i didn’t dive into everything. i’m playing catch up. on top of that, i had to have my eyes on my picks. anyways.

i’m taking this moment to take refresher but also talk about our sponsor. so, we are sponsored by this lovely game reminiscent of that one otome mobile game that destroyed our sleeping patterns. if i love you is nice f2p game where you decide to use a dating app. you will be texting, chatting, going on dates and receiving phone calls from waifu or husbando. the upside is that you don’t have to set alarms and to miss on work or school. now back to the mgas.

episode three: so, isn’t just me or interviews are meh. i mean maybe it’s because i just want to reach episode four as quickly as possible so that i can get into the social media aspect, but, some of these interviews...chile. y’all sound so cocky and cocky isn't cute. i could also blame the editing, because it’s mnet. you can’t expect a snake to be nice. it’s the duo performances. man, it’s a staple since the first mgas. i am watching and i’m loving every single second that i am given. the groups overall are really strong. i already brought up names and they didn’t disappoint me. i’m not going to go to deeply on episode three, because episode four is right down in the corner. i kam already seeing myself getting attached, but i can’t deal with a double heartbreak back to back. i need to calm down. i am betting after watching this top 3 that minho is simply gonna ride smoothly. he was in the top in season 2. he bet it’s gonna be the same for season 3. like, everything he did was great. it’s like everything he touches turns to gold. also, two of my picks were eliminated. i’m talking about jinyoung and yoona. see, i should have waited until i reach episode four before i freaking choose the people i’m rooting for. anyways.

all this binge-watching without a chance to really watch highlights on naver as led to the last episode to have aired.

episode four: my children, we made it. all caught up. it’s essentially the second round of the duo performances. they were nice. i want to say that i feel genuinely bad for the contestant lee nakyung. so, first, the ceos commented on how she had been throwing away her jacket every performances. i got to admit that you can’t use the same trick over and over and over again. then, they said that she had better chemistry with minho? that was sad. the way it was edited it pretty much gave the vibe that nakyung is nothing without minho. he was the partner. i feel like everyone who will partner with minho, who’s a vet, might get similar backlash that minho is their saving grace. the girl’s talented. mnet, i know that the comment was about her lack of chemistry with her new partner, but your editing really sucked. sorry, i had a lot of feelings about this above all. anyways, like the hopefuls are very good this season. like, i see no holes. at the end of the day. it is still a competition. then, my friends, they panned on two empty seats. so they brought back the people who were eliminated, bitch. my eliminated faves were separated, but, y’know what, i’m okay. also, i’m sorry that wang jackson was not on list, but then, he did that with park jinyoung. they did that. also, i didn’t give ryujin or sia the attention they deserved. i had to go back and watch their performance to understand why they were top three. ladies, yes. yes. YES. i hope i conveyed my opinion well. minho, again, top three. no surprise there. so, back to the returning kings. they are my picks. y’all know that i’m jinyoung biased at the moment. i got other people on my radar. i’m sad that hyejoo was eliminated. was rooting for her. nakyung, i’m gonna shield her and protect her from harm. i will fight. now, i can finally get into it. maybe some of you were expecting your names to be shouted out. moving forward with episode five, i will be able to really go in-depth with the performances and the people. i also get to check their social media and to see what kind of people they are.

#[ ooc: hwasa’s twit chorus plays. it's a nod to the show's acronym: twyt ]#.twytpod #rkmga5

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aurically · 6 years ago

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Well, pre-Love Day was a bust. Fuck. Remember how NYE I said I wasn’t feeling well? Well, I had thought maybe, possibly, potentially I was pregnant. My period was a few weeks late, but I’ve been too nervous to take a test. We want to be parents, someday, but with everything going on, it just wouldn’t the right time. Well, today–er, yesterday, I got ready for dinner with Dane. I was so excited. I had some nausea and stomach pain, that I chalked up to butterflies… but, with my period being so late and having some weird symptoms like nausea, fatigue, bloating, some weight gain, I was going to tell Dane my suspicions over dinner and see if maybe he wanted to go get a test with me and let’s be together when I take it… well, NONE of that happened. Instead… the whole evening went to shit, REAL quick.

Dane picked me up, we took some cute selfies and the like and headed to the restaurant. We didn’t even get the chance to put the car in park in the lot when all of the sudden I got this incredibly sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I mean, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It quickly dissipated, but Dane and I made the decision to nix going to dinner and just go back to the house and watch a movie.

We got to the house without incident. Changed into some comfy lounging clothes and piled onto the couch. Not even an hour later, another sharp pain. I couldn’t move.

“Baby, this isn’t okay. We’re going to the hospital.” Dane insisted. I didn’t fight it, mostly because I couldn’t. I was hysterically in pain. So, he swiftly grabs his coat and carries me out to the car. He speeds to the city hospital and carries me inside.

The nice front desk nurse looked so concerned. “How… may I help you? Oh, my goodness, is she okay?”

“No! She’s been having terribly sharp pains in her stomach and I don’t know? It might be her appendix?! Help us.”

“Do not worry, sir. Let’s get her straight to a room.”

So, the nurse grabbed a wheelchair and Dane put me in it and they wheeled me off straight to the nearest bed.

Dane and I waited an hour and a half for a doctor to come in.

I was in so much pain. But, he was there trying to help me push through it. A nurse finally came in and gave me an IV of a metric fuckload of morphine. Seriously, cannot tell you how instantaneously I felt better… and how up in the sky I felt, too… o.O Finally Nurse Hammond and Dr. Kuja came in. (I am not shitting you, they put me on some powerful stuff. I kept calling Dr. Kuja, “Dr. Kujo”…. I’m so embarrassed.)

“Hello, I’m Dr. Kuja and this is Nurse Hammond. What seems to be the problem, Ms. Hays?” Dr. Kuja said looking down at my chart.

I giggled some.“Hi, Dr. Kujo!… uh, I MEAN KUJA! Kuja… with an ‘A’!”

“Dr. Kuja, the admitting attending, Dr. O’Neil, ordered me to give Ms. Hays a morphine drip; 5mg every 2 hours. Her admitting heart rate and blood pressure were through the roof suggesting high levels of pain reactions. She was also running a mild fever,” Nurse Hammond interjected after my faux pas.

Dr. Kuja gave a hearty laugh. “Thank you, Nurse.” He turns to me, “Ms. Hays, it’s quite all right. You’re not the first patient on morphine to call me Kujo. In fact, most of the nurses around here call me Kujo as a joke. I find it quite humorous.” Nurse Hammond snickered.

I went into the details of what I had been experiencing the past few weeks. And my suspicions of being pregnant. Dane gave me a very perplexed look, but didn’t say anything.

“Ah, I see. Yes. Okay, well, let’s get some blood drawn and Nurse Hammond here will take a urine sample and do an ultrasound immediately. After I go over your results, I’ll be back to discuss them with you.” Nurse Hammond nodded and went to the corner of the room to get the ultrasound machine set up by the bed.

“Ms. Hays, this is going to be quite cold. But, it’ll warm up quickly.” Nurse Hammond said to me as she squirted a bunch of gel on my stomach. Dane sat on the very edge of his seat, holding my hand the whole time. I saw worry in his eyes, but also a glimmer of, excitement? I think he was starting to think I was pregnant, too.

“Oh…” Nurse Hammond said slightly under her breath.

“What’s wrong, Nurse?”

“Andrea, please. And honey, I’m just a nurse. I can’t diagnose to you what I’m seeing…” “Diagnose?!”, Dane cut her off. “Medical speak, Mr. Winters. Let me get these results sent to Dr. Kujo,” she winked, “and he’ll be in with you shortly. Do feel free to call on one of us if you need anything.” She quickly pushed the ultrasound machine back to the corner and darted out of the room.

Dane and I sat there for another 3 hours waiting for results and for the doctor to come back in. During that time, we discussed a few things. “Why didn’t you tell me you thought you were pregnant?” “Honey, with everything going on… it just… I couldn’t bring myself to pile on to the mountain of shit that is going on in our lives.” “Ray, listen to me… a baby would **not ** be ‘piling on’ to any ‘mountain of shit’, got it. And if you are pregnant, we’re going to figure it out. I promise.” He kissed me on the forehead and sat at the end of the bed until I dozed off.

“Baby, baby.. Wake up. The doctor is back.”

I wake up and at the end of my bed stood Dr. Kuja and Nurse Hammond.

“Well, Ms. Hays. We have your results back. I’m afraid to say, you are not pregnant.”

“Then what’s wrong with her, Dr. Kuja?” Dane asked disappointedly.

“It appears she has quite a few ovarian cysts, focusing on her right ovary. What’s causing her pain is this:” he pulls out an ultrasound that looked like an image of some far off planet. “See these black spots?” We both nod. “Those are the cysts. See this much larger black spot?” Again, we nodded. “That’s the sucker that’s causing your pain. It’s a hemorrhagic cyst.”

“What in the world is a hemorrhagic cyst?!” I asked in sheer panic.

“It sounds worse than it is, Ms. Hays. A hemorrhagic ovarian cyst is a cyst sac that fills with blood instead of the usual fluids most benign cysts fill with. This one has burst, which is what has caused your extreme pain. And it is a very painful affair, I’m afraid. And due to the fact that you have several cysts, and you now have a history of a hemorrhagic cyst, your chances of forming more in the future are high. I am going to prescribe you some antibiotics to deter any possible infections from forming due to the burst, and some pain killers for the next week. You will likely have some irregular vaginal bleeding until the cyst fully drains itself, and you will continue to be in pain. I’m also referring you to immediately see your gynecologist as soon as possible because I am suspecting these other cysts are PCOS.”

“What’s PCOS?”

“Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. In short, a woman’s hormones go all wonky and cause the ovaries to form multiple cysts. Usually, it’s completely harmless, just takes some medicine to regulate hormones and such. But, it can be incredibly painful if left untreated. Now, I’m not for certain you have PCOS because I didn’t run all the tests, those are for a personal doctor to run as they take days to have the results return, but I wouldn’t be shocked. Do go ahead and make an appointment with your OBGYN soon, Ms. Hays. I hope you start to feeling better. Nurse Hammond will be back shortly with your discharge papers, prescriptions and two doses of the painkillers to tide you over until the pharmacies open in the morning.”

“Thank you so much, Dr. Kuja.”

And that’s that. At least it’s nothing life threatening. It’s now 4am. I’m exhausted and I need to get some rest. Dane has decided to stay the night with me so I don’t have to walk up and down the stairs by myself. I’m going to try like hell to still do Eli’s little Love Day surprise for Addison later on today… ugh… later on today. I need to go to sleep.

Kisses, Ray

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theshelbyslimited · 3 years ago

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FINALLY. I am getting to my commentary on this. I read this when it came out earlier and as expected, this chapter had my heart both breaking and melting w a whirlwind of emotions taking over me throughout. Martha + John truly have my heart.

“He tapped his pocket for the hundredth time, making sure the two small horses were still there. It had been something to pass the time and focus on, carving a pair of wooden horses for Will.” THIS IS TOO CUTE 🥺😭

“We talk about you all the time; we say hello to your picture every morning and goodnight every evening. He heard your voice before he was born. He’s going to know you, love. Promise.” The way this both melts my heart bc John is never truly ‘absent’ from Martha + Will yet breaks it bc if the war wasn’t occurring, they wouldn’t have to use his picture as a way of sufficing for his physical absence 😭😭😭

“Hi, Will. I’m your Daddy.” MY HEART IS BURSTING 😭❤️

“John carefully sat down next to Martha, and pulled her into his side. She raised her hand and put it over his hand that held Will, and tears ran down her face at the sight of both their hands holding their baby safe.” PLEASEEE. I CANNOT DEAL. THIS LITTLE FAMILY IS FINALLY WHOLE, EVEN JUST FOR A LITTLE WHILE 😭

“These are for you, mate, I made them for you while I’ve been away. Once you’re a little older we can go see some real ones, yeah? Your Uncle Tommy is mad about horses. I like them, too.” I AM SO STUMPED OF WORDS, MY HEART JUST FEELS LIKE IT HAS EXPLODED W SO MUCH LOVE AND FLUFF AND ADORATION 😭

“Reminds me of the last time we went to the fair.” Oh 😏🤭

“He prayed that his son would never have to experience what he had in the past year.” Not me realizing when I first read this that Will will be old enough when WWII occurs to be forced into enlisting 😬😕

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what I want, darlin’.” YES PLEASE. I WANT A WHOLE BUNCH OF LITTLE BABS FOR THESE TWO 🤣😭

“What’s wrong, mate? I hope you’re not hungry, your mummy is tired and needs her sleep. You don’t seem wet … maybe just need to be held? Been awhile since I held a baby, but I took care of your Uncle Finn when he was your age, and we worked it out.” THE WAY HE IS THE BEST DAD + imagining the way he cared and played w little Finn and now he will be doing the same w his own child/children, MY OVARIES + HEART ARE A MESS.

“Martha Shelby, you are a naughty, naughty girl.” “Only for you, John Michael Shelby. Only for you.” I AM SO SORRY FOR CONSTANTLY REPEATING IT BUT I LOVE THESE TWO W MY ENTIRE HEART + SOUL AKSJDJSKL

“He’d admitted his first night back how he liked that change in her body the most” I LOVE this part, both during my reread and when I first read it bc I know that often women can feel very insecure about how their boyfriend/partner/husband will react to their ‘new body’ after they’ve had a baby. But as expect, John is truly one of those men who will love + worship his woman no matter the changes to her body or appearance 🙌🏾😭

“You’ll be back, love, I know it. And we’ll be here waiting for you.” THIS HURTS SO BAD 😭

“I’ll be leaving today, mate, and I really don’t want go. It’s the hardest thing, leaving you and Mummy behind. But I’m coming back to you, I promise.” I AM CRYING PLEASE 😭

“Grey blue to bright green, grey blue to grey blue. It took every ounce of strength he had to get on that train and find a seat. To look out the window and see his wife and son both crying, blonde hair and a white skirt blowing in the wind, his son’s hand reaching out to him. “ THIS IS SO PAINFULLY BEAUTIFUL I CANNOT COPE ASKJDJSL 😭

The way you’ve created a couple, a family that has absolutely enraptured my heart w the genuine love and adoration that exists between them. Martha + John truly have my heart and getting to read John finally meeting Will and enjoy just simply holding his own son in his arms, god it really had me going through a whole rollercoaster of emotions. The way you’ve written this section of the story in a way that truly depicts the pain and heartache that both the men and their loved ones would have had to endure during the war with all the uncertainty and worry. I will never not be in awe of every new update, your writing is truly a blessing and I am forever thankful to you for sharing your work and allowing us to fall in love w the beautiful pair that is Martha and John. forever supporting you + this masterpiece of a story ❤️

The Heart Underneath: Chapter 19

***This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. I originally began it in 2016, and then life was life, and now I’m bringing it back because it deserves to be finished! Rating M as of Chapter 10 ***

Chapter 18: J&M Letters 2 Full story here

Nope, still can’t get past John as a dad, I love it too much.

The Heart Underneath

Chapter 19: August 1915 (19 and 20)

John fidgeted on the train restlessly. Birmingham wasn’t far now but he felt like he’d been sitting in the train car for weeks, waiting to get home. He tapped his pocket for the hundredth time, making sure the two small horses were still there. It had been something to pass the time and focus on, carving a pair of wooden horses for Will. A distraction from the sweltering heat in France, the war dialing up, morale low.

He had tried not to focus on missing the first three months of his son’s life, the fact that he’d been away for a year, all the months of missing Martha and missing Will. The things he’d seen and the things he’d had to do, muddling restless sleep, mixing with blonde hair that would enter his dark dreams, pulling him out of it. Waking to the faint smell of perfume and the feel of a hand on his cheek.

The train car was half full with other soldiers on leave, it had taken months to get through everyone’s first round, and John was grateful to be going home for a second time. The train slowed and pulled into the station, and he stood with his pack, wondering if Martha would be there waiting. They had agreed that she’d wait at the station for the late afternoon trains, the best time frame he could give her. If she wasn’t there he’d go straight home.

John stepped off into a sea of reunions. Husbands and wives, mothers and sons, sons and fathers, brothers and sisters, friends. He looked towards the station clock, where Martha had said she’d wait, and he caught a glimpse of a white skirt and then blonde hair through the crowd. He walked as fast as he could, pivoting around luggage and small children.

Martha stood on the bench below the clock, her eyes meeting John’s from a distance. She smiled at him and he could see nothing else but her green eyes, her hair blowing slightly in the wind, her white skirt, the green ribbon tied at the waist. He stepped in front of the bench and took her in his arms, turning slowly in a circle and kissed her, not caring for a moment about the crowd around them.

“Hello, love.” John said, grinning.

“I missed you.” Martha replied, her arms around his neck.

John held her, grey blue meeting bright green, and the rest of the world fell away. Martha touched his face and he realized just how much he had needed her to touch him, for months. To feel her love, her kindness, her skin against his. He steadied her on her feet, and took her hand, leading her out of the train station.

“Ada’s watching the baby, he was asleep when I left. I know how excited you are to see him.” Martha said, leaning her head against John’s arm as they walked.

“You don’t think he’ll be scared, do you?” John asked nervously.

This had been a fear that had played in his head for the past few months, that his son would have no idea of who he was, and worse, be afraid of him.

“We talk about you all the time, we say hello to your picture every morning and goodnight every evening. He heard your voice before he was born. He’s going to know you, love. Promise.” Martha responded and squeezed his hand.

John heard Ada talking as they opened the front door of the Shelby house, and they found Ada and Will in the living room. John stopped a few feet from where they sat, a bit in shock. Ada got up and gave Will to Martha, who held him up towards John.

“Will, look who’s home. It’s your daddy. He came to see us.” Martha said, her tone light.

John watched as the baby looked up at him, and he found himself meeting a variation of his own blue eyes, like Martha had said. He had a bit of dark blonde hair and a little chubby face to match. John reached out a hand slowly, letting Will grasp his finger.

“Hi, Will. I’m your Daddy.” John spoke, finally finding his voice again.

Will smiled at the sound of John’s voice, and Martha felt her eyes well up with tears. The look of relief on John’s face was obvious to both her and Ada, who stood to the side, watching the reunion. Martha handed Will to John, who held him closely in one arm, his other hand protectively on the baby’s back. Will rested his cheek against John’s chest.

“Welcome back, brother.” Ada said, hugging John from the side, before going to the kitchen to make tea.

Martha sat down and watched as John took in holding their son for the first time. John looked over at her and she could see the immediate change within him. He had always been protective and she could sense that had become heightened now, he would give his life for either of them. John carefully sat down next to Martha, and pulled her into his side. She raised her hand and put it over his hand that held Will, and tears ran down her face at the sight of both their hands holding their baby safe.

John pulled the two carved horses out of his pocket, and Will’s eyes were mesmerized, grabbing for them.

“These are for you, mate, I made them for you while I’ve been away. Once you’re a little older we can go see some real ones, yeah? Your Uncle Tommy is mad about horses. I like them, too.” John said as he handed one to Will, who gripped the little horse’s body and stared at it.

“Reminds me of the last time we went to the fair.” Martha commented.

She caught John’s eye, and he winked at her, knowing she was having the exact same thoughts about a particular night, sitting by the fire, her on his lap. That night spent in the caravan, alone. The next morning, laughing with each other, not a care in the world.

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Later that evening, Martha gently transferred Will to his cot up in her and John’s bedroom, John watching closely. They both had been heavily involved in Finn’s care from birth, and neither were particularly nervous about caring for a baby, but their own child had prompted both to be a little paranoid.

John had changed into clean clothes after a very long bath and Martha had fretted silently about the weight he’d lost and a few new scars she’d seen. She’d been saving dry good supplies for weeks and planned to cook him everything she could to get some weight back on him. More worrying was the dark look in his eyes that would come in and out, like memories were flashing in his mind and he couldn’t control them.

Martha started to get ready for bed as John watched Will sleep. He prayed that his son would never have to experience what he had in the past year. He looked up and saw Martha watching him, a small smile on her face, the scene filed away in her memory for later.

John sat on the bed and let her undress him, his hands finding the pins that held the top half of her hair up. She had paid careful attention to making the bed with fresh linens earlier that day and the feeling of being in a real bed was never lost on John now. She pushed him back gently and pulled the sheet and quilt up over him, checking on Will one more time before sliding into her side of the bed.

Besides a quick and heated kiss in the kitchen before supper, they had mostly been focused on the baby, and the sexual tension now simmered higher. John rolled over on his side and kissed Martha, his hands exploring how her body had changed after giving birth. Every place his fingers touched Martha felt like her skin was burning from desire, her need for John coming to the surface.

“Mar, wait. Is the baby, going to, you know, hear us?” John asked, pausing his trail down to her chest.

“It’s fine, Johnny,” Martha replied, laughing, “he’s three months old, he has no idea of what’s going on.”

John smiled at that and continued his path down Martha’s body, listening as she spoke his name breathlessly.

“And what about you getting pregnant again? Is that possible right now? Do we need to be careful?” The thought hit John hard, he didn’t want to overwhelm her with his own needs.

“It’s possible, yes. Is that something you want?” Martha asked, looking down at him.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what I want, darlin’.” John replied, his lips touching her stomach.

Martha thought for a moment and nodded. John’s eyes went dark and he smirked at all the dirty thoughts running through his head as he made his way back up her body. Martha’s hand reached down to grab him and she grinned as he moaned into her neck, trying to be quiet.

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John woke up with a start, heart pounding as he heard a noise. Martha was tucked into his side, her arm wrapped around his waist. He realized he was home in Small Heath and took a few deep breaths. The noise started again, a baby crying quietly. Will.

He carefully got out of bed, trying not to wake Martha, and walked the few steps over to the cot. Will was awake and reached his hand up, his face red from fussing. John picked him up and held him to his shoulder, rubbing his back.

Martha had woken as John left their bed, and she stayed quiet as she watched John pick up the baby and walk over to the window.

Will started to settle down as John looked out the window and talked to him quietly. Martha got up and walked over, wrapping her arms around John’s waist and pressing her face against his bare back.

“I was trying not to wake you.” John said, putting a hand over hers.

“It’s ok. I love seeing you both together. It’s all I’ve thought about.” Martha replied.

They stood for awhile, waiting until Will fell back asleep, and then carefully got back into bed. John scooted towards the middle, keeping Will against his chest. Martha lay against his side, her head on his shoulder.

It was sunny when John woke again, his arm feeling empty. He looked over and saw that Martha was breastfeeding Will, still propped up against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, and took in the quiet moment. His little family together, finally.

Remember this.

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One morning, halfway through his leave, John woke up to a quiet house and the smell of rashers frying. He knew it was Martha cooking for him and the thought made him smile. She’d not so subtly been making him meals at all times of the day, but he’d just complimented her cooking (and it was delicious) and ate his fill. He knew what he was going back to soon and was going to make the most of having clean clothes, his own bed, and his wife’s cooking. And his wife just in general.

He threw on some clothes and made his way downstairs, stopping to check on Will who was in a second cot that was set up in the parlor. He heard Martha humming to herself in the kitchen and stood in the doorway to watch her cook. Her hair was loose and hanging down her back, and he walked over to her, unable to stay away.

“Morning, love.” John said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Morning. Making you some breakfast.” Martha replied, smiling as John kissed her cheek.

He sat down at the table and let her serve him a heaping plate of food. When the army rations got really bad, he’d think back on meals like these as a way to cope with the hunger. She sat next to him, in their longstanding seating arrangement at that table, and made herself a cup of tea.

The pair chatted about to-dos, namely John doing another run through of the betting books, and helping Martha rearrange some furniture up in Tommy’s old room. The conversation topic was so mundane that John almost forgot there was a war at all.

John finished his breakfast and washed up his plates, refusing to let Martha do it for him. She was already cooking, cleaning, helping with the numbers business, sewing on the side, and taking care of their child. He needed to feel useful, which Martha understood. But it was also in her nature to take care of him.

“It’s quiet, maybe a good time to pull out the books.” John said sitting back down.

“I have a better idea.” Martha grinned deviously and carefully straddled his lap.

“You always have the better ideas, Mar. But what if someone comes in?” John replied, his mind already spinning from the weight of her on his lap, her hands on his face.

“They won’t. I asked them not to come back until this afternoon, so we could be alone.”

John looked at Martha’s face as her eyes twinkled with glee about her plan, and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“Martha Shelby, you are a naughty, naughty girl.” John smirked and ran his hands under her skirts, searching for bare skin.

“Only for you, John Michael Shelby. Only for you.” Martha replied and leaned forward to kiss him.

John quickly realized that she was not, in fact, wearing anything under her petticoat and groaned. Martha smiled against his mouth and he knew she’d planned this, too, which made it all the more enticing. That she’d been like that all morning, with this in mind. She pulled off his shirt, and indulged herself in kissing every inch of skin she could reach. John slid one hand to the top of her thigh, gripping tightly, and the other held her back.

Her clothes had changed to accommodate for both pregnancy and breastfeeding, leaving John totally lost as to how to actually remove her shirtwaist. Martha pulled back and slowly unbuttoned her top, not breaking eye contact, letting John pull it down her arms. Next came her chemise top, she’d stopped wearing a corset for now.

John kissed her neck, running his hand down to the chain she wore, the pendant he’d given her for her 16th birthday. His mouth followed and she leaned back, giving him room to caress her breasts. He’d admitted his first night back how he liked that change in her body the most, and she laughed and then pulled his head gently down, giving him permission to explore.

Martha closed her eyes, her head held up by John’s hand, and sighed as he gently cupped her breasts, ghosting his lips over the sensitive skin, even more sensitive now. He’d noticed that right away their first time since he’d been back, and was very careful to not make her feel uncomfortable or in pain.

John lifted her head up and gripped the back of her hair, kissing her deeply. She leaned forward and the sensation of her bare nipples on his chest was going straight down, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. He reached down and undid the buttons, and then managed to push them down just enough. Martha stroked him, the fabric from her skirt brushing against the tops of his bare thighs.

He lifted her up and she held her skirts out of the way while he lowered her down, moaning her name loudly as she stretched around him. Martha leaned forward again and bit gently on his neck, pushing up on her feet and then back down again as he tightly gripped her hip under her skirt. He wrapped his other arm around her back, holding her against him.

John lost himself in the sound of her whispering his name, the feel of her bare skin under his fingers, the way she moved against him. The smell of her perfume hit him as he leaned into her shoulder, her hair swinging against her back. Every part of her felt amazing, and every part of him felt ignited with pleasure.

Her breasts leaked a bit against his chest and he took one in his mouth, sucking as Martha held the back of his head, encouraging him further. It was a weird sensation at first, but after a moment he found that it was a major turn on, and it seemed to be for her as well. He switched to the other, cupping his hand underneath.

“John … I never thought that would feel good but it does. I feel close, love.” Martha said breathlessly.

John lifted his head up, her words surging straight through him. He tilted her head so that he was looking directly at her.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He whispered into her ear.

He began to thrust up, meeting her body as she pushed down, and the sounds drove him crazy. She moaned his name and guided his head back to her chest. He took the hint and sucked gently once again, and he felt her tighten around him. Martha gripped the back of his head and said his name over and over as she spasmed around him.

John thrust up harder and deeper, feeling the familiar tightening sensation. Martha kissed him, pressing her body against him and he came inside of her, moaning her name so loud the next door neighbors probably heard.

He dropped his head into her shoulder and gently ran his fingers down her back as they both took a minute to catch their breath.

“I think we just found a new favorite position.” Martha said and smiled her devious little smile.

“One of many, darlin’. Do you think we woke up the baby?” John asked.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing, John reaching down for Martha’s clothes. He picked her up with one arm and swung around, putting her back in the chair as he pulled his pants up the rest of the way. Martha reached out to button them and raised an eyebrow as she gently patted the front of his pants. John looked down at her, the lust in his eyes molten, as he bent to kiss her.

He walked into the parlor to check on Will and found him fast asleep. Martha followed, buttoning her shirtwaist back up, and leaned into John. They both watched their son sleep, taking in the moments they had together as a family.

“Mar, can you read to me? We haven’t done that in awhile.” John asked quietly.

“Of course, pick out a book.” Martha replied, smiling up at him.

He sorted through the small bookshelf in the corner, pulling out one they’d read together in the time that the family had been isolating due to Greta having consumption. As sad of a time it was, there was no doubt that the months of John and Martha being alone in the house had deepened their souls’ connection. It was when they first experienced what it was like to be alone, together, in private. The little routines they built still remained.

John sat in the armchair and pulled Martha into him, handing her the book. She smiled wistfully at the choice, and then settled in to read. As always, a few chapters in, he felt himself drifting into sleep. She rubbed the back of his neck, the feeling hypnotic, and he needed to say something.

“I love you, Mar. You’re my girl forever.” John mumbled as his eyes closed.

“I love you, too, my darling.” Martha whispered back, kissing his cheek.

She continued to read as her husband slept with his head against her chest, their son sleeping in the cot next to the chair. She would’ve read that book forever if it meant keeping her husband safe and with his family.

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John woke up before dawn on the final morning of his leave. He tightened his arm around Martha, their legs tangled together, and moved his hand over hers. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about not being able to do this again for months. He pressed his lips to her shoulder and couldn’t hold back his tears, letting them run silently down his face.

Martha opened her eyes and felt the comforting weight of John’s arm around her, his chest pressed against her back. It took her a moment to realize that the wet feeling on her shoulder was him crying, which made her feel like crying as well. She knew he was struggling with returning to the hell that was war, and she worried constantly about what it was going to do to his mind. What it had already done.

She reached her hand up and rubbed his arm gently, letting him cry another minute before turning over to face him. In the faint light, she could see the trails of tears down his face and reached out to wipe them away. John kissed her hand and held her to him tightly, unable to let go.

“You’ll be back, love, I know it. And we’ll be here waiting for you.” Martha whispered, holding him close.

John nodded and focused on the feel of her running her hand slowly up and down his back, her leg between his, skin to skin. The feel of the bedsheets around his waist, the soft pillow beneath his head, the quilt that Martha had made folded at the bottom of the bed. All the familiar things creating memories that he would survive on until he was home next.

Will cried softly in the cot and John untangled himself from Martha to pick him up. As they settled back into bed, the baby calming down at John’s touch, it hit him hard that he would miss months, potentially years, of Will’s life. And the chance to be with Martha everyday, perhaps already carrying a second child. He hated what the war had done to his life, though he loved their son who had been created because of it.

A few hours later, Martha reluctantly went downstairs to make one final meal for John (and a packed lunch for the train). John sat with Will, who was now fully awake and looking to be entertained. John picked up the horses from the dresser and set them down in front of Will, who was propped against him.

After their mother died, John became one of Finn’s primary caretakers, expanding on the role he’d been playing since his youngest sibling’s birth. Martha and John spent hours every day caring for him, and even though Aunt Polly was technically his guardian, he bonded to Martha and John the most, then Ada. John thought back to that time now and laughed to himself about how he and Martha had been training to be parents for years and not even realizing it.

“I’ll be leaving today, mate, and I really don’t want go. It’s the hardest thing, leaving you and Mummy behind. But I’m coming back to you, I promise.” John said, holding Will in front of him so they were eye to eye.

Will reached out and put his hand against John’s face, mesmerized by his father’s voice. He smiled and John smiled back, kissed the top of his head, and went back to playing with the horses, making Will laugh.

Martha watched the scene through the partially open door, and then leaned back against the wall and willed herself not to cry.

The whole family walked John to the train station, as he carried Will in one arm and held Martha’s hand tightly. Finn walked solemnly hand in hand with Ada, and Polly slightly behind. In a way it was the hardest on those left behind, to watch their brothers and nephews, one a husband and now a father, leave on the train. Those left behind knew that the soldiers may never come back.

John stopped at a quiet space on the platform, pulling Martha into him as tears glistened in her eyes. She was trying not to cry, fearing it would upset the baby. John hugged his aunt, sister, and brother one handed, smiling the best he could at their well wishes. The three stepped back a bit, giving Martha and John space.

“I’m coming back to you, Mar.” John stated firmly, his hand against Martha’s cheek.

“I know you are. You have to.” Martha replied, voice shaky as a few tears ran down her face.

John leaned down and kissed her, knowing no matter how hard he tried, time wouldn’t stop. He pulled back and tucked her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers run through the strands, lighter from the summer sun. The sadness in her eyes pierced through him, even as she tried to smile.

He kissed Will’s cheek and rubbed his head, trying to hold onto exactly how it felt to hold his son. Will seemed to sense something was happening and looked up at John with a confused expression.

“I love you, Will. I’m coming back to you, mate.” John whispered in his ear.

The train whistle blew and the whole station seem to sag in sorrow. John handed Will to Martha and pulled her to him for one more embrace, one more kiss, one more moment.

“I love you, Mar. Forever.” John whispered in her ear.

“I love you always, Johnny. We’ll be waiting.” Martha whispered back.

John walked away slowly, his hand lingering in hers as long as possible, until their fingers slipped away from each other. He turned back before getting on the train and took a final look at his family. Grey blue to bright green, grey blue to grey blue. It took every ounce of strength he had to get on that train and find a seat. To look out the window and see his wife and son both crying, blonde hair and a white skirt blowing in the wind, his son’s hand reaching out to him.

Remember this. Come back.

#ch: john shelby.#tv: peaky blinders.#c's fic recs.#series.

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