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royally-sea-green · 2 years ago
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Happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈
Here’s a solangelo to brighten up your day
Credits to _itscharly22 🫶🏻
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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 4 months ago
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Study Buddies- part 4
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School blues
He could hear the whispers starting before he saw her. The whole classroom was talking about John Shelby and Martha Anderson being sweet on each other. Rumors swirled around him but instead of squashing them he just smirked and waited. He purposely sat on the edge of the teachers desk knowing her chair was the closest to the window, right up front like a good student in the first row.
“You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.” She said as she walked past him, slinging her books down on her desk and setting them up, not making eye contact with him.
He leaned forward in a cheeky manner and put his hand on her books forcing her to look up at him with those large blue eyes. She wasn’t amused by his antics. Irritation was clear on her face, her eyes told him the truth. She was hurt.
“I didn’t sleep cause I had to worry about my little mouse getting stepped on or worse, eaten out there in the wild.” He said hoping to ease her pain. It backfired quickly.
“We’ll you could have walked me home instead of abandoning me on a darkening street and running off to pout like a child.” she shot back. Her tone was hushed and their faces were inches apart looking more like an intimate conversation leading to a kiss rather than a harsh scolding.
“Oi, I didn't run off, mouse. You wouldn’t answer my question or listen to me.” If she wanted to keep fighting then this was going to be a long day, he thought bitterly. He'd usually admire someone who stood up to him, but he wanted her to say yes, to like him. To want him.
“I was going to say yes to your other question, dummy.” she said, looking around, aware of all the eyes and ears on them.
“What?” He grinned broadly proud of himself now. She’d been thinking about last night.
“ I told my mom I was tutoring a student that was so horrible at every subject that if I didn’t help them they’d never graduate. I thought she was suspicious but she said yes.” He grinned, ignoring the hope that was fading. He wanted her to acknowledge him asking her to go steady, to be his girl. The news of her coming around all the time though was great for him. They’d be close, alone and eventually she’d have to fall for his charms.
“So, let me get this straight. Yes to coming over to help me study,” He grinned wolfishly at her. “ And yes to being my girl, Martha Anderson.” His day was looking up.
“ Yes to studying, I don’t know why you'd want to date me, it's not nice to tease?” She pulled back and sat down as the teacher answered. He was confused. Teasing, what did he have to do to get her to take him seriously?
“Take your seats, class is in season.” The teacher's voice rang through the small room as another student shut the door, trapping them all inside for a few hours. John walked to the back row and flopped down. “ Stupid mouse.” He muttered. Her head whipped around so fast to shoot him a warning glare. He smiled into his hand. At least she wasn’t ignoring him now.
“Hey, Martha, let me walk you home, eh.” John strutted around her circling her like a shark. She rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. He grabbed at her books but she swung them off to the side as if defending them from him. She knew his games.
“John, we're having people over for dinner tonight. I don’t know who, but the sooner I can get home, the faster I can help my mom prepare for our guests. We both know that if you walk me home, I'll either be directed to your place or it’ll take twice as long because you’ll intentionally draw out our conversation.” She scolded gently and smiled at him.
“I’m impressed, you're on to me mouse.” He said playful ribbing at her with his elbow. He used any excuse to touch her.
“Hey, who are you having over?” He asked as he walked towards her intentionally backing her up against a wall. He stood a foot from her towing over her confidently.
“I have to go.” She quickly tried to dodge to her left, being blocked by his arm. She sounded almost out of breath.
He maneuvered her easily by grabbing her by the waist and pinned her against the wall. John pressed himself to her, no escape now. Her eyes were wide open as big as Aunt Polly's teacup saucers and her pupils blown. She looked wild. He tucked his hand under her chin tilting it upwards to look at him, only him.
“Who is it, mouse?” His voice was low and husky causing her to melt down against him. Oh, he liked that. He was genuinely interested in how she reacted to him.
“I really hate when you call me that. I prefer Martha.” She pouted at him and looked around at the sparse street.
“ You'll miss it, mouse.” His voice was softer as he reached up to tuck a blonde strand of hair behind her ear with familiarity that only he felt. She didn’t shy away. Instead she leaned forward, challenging him.
“Oh, so you're already planning a break up with me even though we aren't even dating. Wonderful.” She smirked at him. He laughed happy that she was playing his little game with him now. She was one inch from his lips. He could feel her breath ghosting over his face.
“Dating yet, we're not dating yet, little mouse, only because you're holding out on the inevitable for some reason.” He tipped his head going in to brush his lips against hers. She pushed him back but that wasn’t what caught him off guard about it. It was the name she called out.
“Thomas!” She yelled as she gave John a much harsh shove then he anticipated knocking him back on a good foot. His face reeled in anger.
“What the Fu..” He countered rushing toward her ready to fight.
“It’s alright John, let the girl go, eh. Martha, Pol said to walk with you two to chaperone you to dinner.” His voice was even but obviously bored. When John looked at him and and down he caught Tommy's lip curling up beneath the lit cigarette. He was amused at the two teenagers.
“Oh, it's all of you coming over?” The disappointment was clear in her voice. Both men look at her unimpressed. John was offended. He was intrigued at the thought of seeing her in her home, people were different at home. The social mask slipped a bit showing vulnerability. He wanted to see her space, and know more about his girlfriend.
“No, I just…my mum she didn’t…” Martha stuttered and turned crimson and she brushed past them and briskly kept a pace several yards ahead.
Tommy shook his head laughing at her. “Go run ahead, hands in your pockets John.” He called out. John was already walking quickly picking up his pace to catch her. His hand reaching out to catch her
“Give me your hand or I'll kiss you right here on the street.” He taunted her laughing when she smacked him.
“So when’s the wedding?" Tommy called out, causing them both to blush. He chuckled to himself. Young love.
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mdqaoud · 4 months ago
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ladydreamx-blog · 7 months ago
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oddaudriefairytale · 2 months ago
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taekookielove0130 · 10 months ago
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Again, a very short story. To those of you all who can relate, I really wanna say, "Hey! Let's be friends!"
Pairing: Reader!Jungkook x Introvert!Y/N
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In the hushed corridors of the city library, where the scent of old books lingered like a comforting embrace, Y/N found her sanctuary. Every weekend, she nestled into her favorite nook, surrounded by towering shelves that held stories of love, adventure, and mystery. It was her escape from the world, a place where her introverted nature wasn’t a barrier but a bridge to countless lives lived through the pages.
For three months, her routine had included stealing glances at Jungkook, who occupied the same corner every Saturday. He was like a character from one of her beloved novels—mysterious, engrossed in his reading, and seemingly unaware of her existence. Y/N’s heart fluttered with a mixture of admiration and longing, yet she never dared to approach him.
Jungkook, on the other hand, was acutely aware of Y/N. He admired her quiet presence, the gentle way she turned each page, and the soft smile that graced her lips at a particularly pleasing passage. He wondered about the stories that captivated her, about the thoughts that danced behind her eyes. And so, after months of silent observation, he decided it was time to bridge the gap between their silent worlds.
One fateful Saturday, as the golden hues of the afternoon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the library floor, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked towards Y/N’s nook. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him approach, her book forgotten in her lap.
“Hi,” Jungkook said, his voice gentle yet firm. “I’ve seen you here every weekend. I’m Jungkook.”
Y/N’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I… I know who you are,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m Y/N.”
They spoke of books and dreams, of quiet moments and loud thoughts. As the library’s clock ticked away the hours, they discovered shared passions and differing opinions, each revelation bringing them closer. The library, once a place of solitude, became a backdrop to a budding romance.
Weekends at the library transformed into coffee dates, movie nights, and long walks in the park. Their story, which began in the silence of the written word, flourished in the beauty of shared experiences and whispered confessions. And though they were two vastly different individuals, they found harmony in their contrasts, a melody that played to the rhythm of their hearts.
In the end, Y/N realized that love, much like the stories she cherished, could be found in the most unexpected places. It wasn’t about grand gestures or loud declarations; it was about the quiet understanding between two souls, a connection that spoke volumes in the silence of a library corner. And as for Jungkook, he found that sometimes, the best stories were not just read—they were lived.
As the seasons changed, so did the chapters of Y/N and Jungkook’s story. The library that once served as their meeting ground now witnessed their growth as a couple. They had their own shelf, a collection of books they had read together, each one holding memories of the discussions and laughter they shared.
Their love was a quiet one, but it was the small moments that spoke the loudest. Like the time Jungkook surprised Y/N with a book she’d been longing to read, or when Y/N baked cookies shaped like characters from Jungkook’s favorite novel. They found joy in the simplicity of their shared interests, and comfort in the silence that never needed filling.
One evening, as they walked through the library’s ancient doors, Jungkook led Y/N to their corner, now adorned with soft fairy lights he had set up. Between the pages of a book, he had hidden a note, a question written in delicate script. Y/N’s hands trembled as she read the words that would start a new chapter in their lives.
“Will you write our forever story with me?”
Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes, a mix of surprise and happiness. She looked up at Jungkook, who was waiting with bated breath. In the quiet of the library, surrounded by stories of ages past, they began to pen their future.
“Yes,” she whispered, and the library, in its timeless wisdom, seemed to approve. The walls, lined with countless tales, now held theirs too—a tale of two hearts meeting amidst the prose and poetry, a tale as old as time and as new as the promise of tomorrow.
Their story continued, not just in the library, but in every place they went together. They explored new cities, tasted different cuisines, and danced under the stars. They created a mosaic of experiences, each piece a testament to their love.
Years later, they would return to the library with their children, pointing to the corner where it all began. “This is where I asked your mom to be my forever,” Jungkook would say, his eyes crinkling with the same warmth that had drawn Y/N to him all those years ago.
And as their children ran through the aisles, laughter echoing off the walls, Y/N and Jungkook would share a knowing look. Their love story, etched in the annals of their hearts, continued to grow, boundless and eternal, just like the stories that surrounded them in their sacred space—the library where two souls became one.
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kawaii-gf · 9 months ago
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emotionalghostown · 4 months ago
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The undoing (TW)
When I first wrote this, I was trying to remember who I used to be—the girl I lost somewhere along the way, buried under trauma and bad choices. She was someone who used to laugh freely, who had dreams that soared beyond the walls of this city. I can still picture those late nights, holding myself together as best I could, whispering that I’d be okay. Back then, I believed in love like it was a fairytale I could write myself into. I stayed up late reading fanfictions and Wattpad stories about impossible love, love that could break boundaries and conquer anything. I played Lana del Rey, Cigarettes After Sex, Marina on repeat, as if those songs were spells to summon the girl I wanted to become.
I was eighteen, naive but full of hope. I was barely an adult, just a child with big dreams and a heart wide open to the world. I thought I could live out the stories I read, maybe save a damaged soul or impress someone untouchable. I wanted to be the heroine, blissfully unaware of the dark corners lurking in real-life romances.
And then, I met him, mere months after moving to this big sin city. The guy with the tragic past, the one everyone warned me about. I remember the rush of excitement, how his blue eyes seemed like portals to a world I wanted so badly to understand. He was my “tortured angel,” his blond hair a mess I wanted to untangle. I threw myself into him, believing I could save him. But instead, he broke me, shattering the wings I hadn’t realized were so fragile.
I fell hard, fast, and with my whole heart, and he dragged me back to reality. The painful lesson: broken romances don’t last. They leave scars that burrow deep, wounds that linger, and that take years to close. I wish I could’ve held on to the person I was before him, but survival meant leaving her behind.
I can still feel the weight of that day—the first time he raised his hand against me. I felt my heart shatter, piece by piece, as if the world I’d built up in my mind had been a lie all along. I searched for the girl I used to be, but he had chased her away, replacing dreams with nightmares. By then, I’d become a ghost of who I was, numb, broken, holding on to anything I could to stay alive.
And then, there was the day he shoved me down, and I realized I was carrying a part of him. The positive test was a lifeline, an impossible irony. I didn’t know how to survive him until I had to protect someone else. He shoved me again, knocked me down again, and with every hit, I felt pieces of myself stirring back to life. I was reborn, in a twisted way, as I lost that child. That loss sparked something in me, reigniting the fire I thought was gone forever.
It’s been a long, brutal road, and the wounds remain. I may never be who I was before him, but I’m still here, standing on my own. And that, I’ve realized, is more than enough. I’ve learned that surviving isn’t about forgetting the past; it’s about reclaiming yourself, piece by piece, from the ashes.
The song at the bottom of this entry was what he sang to me every time, and it will forever be associated with him. (The Lil Peep obsession is 100% the red flag in hindsight.)
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n3ptunaa · 6 months ago
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Veil of the Woods (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/374372072-veil-of-the-woods?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Kohlohe 
Hey I’ve started a new story called “Veil of the Woods.” It’s a romance/horror story set in Appalachia. Giving it a read and giving me critiques would be much appreciated. Here’s the blurb!
 “Cybill lives in the quaint, secluded town of Blooms Creek, nestled deep in the Appalachians. Her love with Ethan seems perfect but Cybill soon starts to question not only their relationship but also the very fabric of their reality. Strange occurrences and unsettling events begin to unravel, revealing that something is profoundly amiss. As the mysteries of the town deepen, Cybill must confront the truth about her life and the love she once believed in, all while navigating the eerie shadows that linger in the woods.”
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pookiebearone · 6 months ago
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tectonic hearts
It grew larger and larger day by day, the love. The discrete looks and touches which grew to a point it wasn’t very discrete. She knew it was forbidden and her love had to be bed ridden. Paralyzed, wanting and yearning to feel the breath of fresh young first love. But no, her heart kept beating for him but never for him, at least that’s what she thought. The bottled up feelings, the unspoken words and whispers, the 2000 word letters which meant nothing except friendships while he failed to recognize the undermining meaning which yelled and cried out “I love you.” Yet he was suffocated by oblivion while her mind unleashed the oblivious controlling her nerves in a way she didn’t wish for it to. “We won’t happen,” she said. “We won’t work out,” she said. She cried without a single tear on her face, her heart burning as it sprinted towards his heart to catch up but the ropes were too tight, too strong. Too strong for her to break through the harsh words of reality, the unwanted glances and looks. “There’s a reason we’ll never date,” it because your forbidden…
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serenityatnight · 1 year ago
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Young love it is ;)
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finchel-lover4ever · 7 months ago
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First Love - CHAPTER ONE (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1462359279-first-love-chapter-one?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Glee_Geek Finn and Rachel grew up together, they did everything together and now they are 13 and are starting to have feelings towards each other that they didn't have before
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vivianleighwishesshewasme · 3 months ago
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Study buddies- part 6
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Martha doesn't show up to school for two days.
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She hadn’t been to school in two days. Two whole days, he hadn’t heard anything from anyone at school. She’d confessed she had been in love with him and then her dad had called them all in. He couldn’t even get close enough to her to accidentally on purpose brush his hand against hers. 
Tommy had warned him that her father didn’t approve of the blossoming friendship between the Andrews and the Shelby’s. Polly had told him to follow his heart, Tommy warned him not to get pumped full of squirrel shot. 
He’d asked Aunt Pol if she heard anything as to what had happened that Martha wasn’t in school.  Women talked right? She hadn’t and suggested that maybe Martha had gotten sick and perhaps he should drop by with some soup. 
John had strutted down the street happy to have an excuse to see his little mouse. He stopped when he passed the bakery. Walking a few steps backwards he looked at the windows and door. The curtains were pulled and a closed sign was up. 
He got a tight feeling in his stomach. He did get feelings like Tommy or Polly. This wasn’t something he could ignore though. Anxiety was gnawing at him like it was trapped and going to burst out. He picked up his pace. Martha house wasn’t too far farther.
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He froze dead in his tracks. He hadn’t heard anything and usually news passed quickling in Birmingham. 
Everyone was dressed in black, crying in front of the house he just had dinner at three nights ago. It was clear they were in mourning. He scanned the drive  and front yard looking for her. John practically ran past everyone and followed the path on the side of the house snaking past all the unhappy people.
Kids were running and playing chase in the yard. Life went on when you were little. 
She wasn’t there. 
“God, please don't let it be her.” He could feel the frantic panic rising the bile in his stomach and burning up his throat. Where the hell was she?! Who had died. He remembered her sisters had passed from the flu last year. 
“Martha May is by the swing.” He turned to catch her youngest brother, Henry. John ran up to him and ruffled his hair causing the younger to try to push. 
“What happened?” John asked, dreading the answer.
“Da went to sleep. He didn’t wake up. That's what ma said.” Henry was only five and too young to understand. John patted him on the head and earned a swift kick in the shins. He limped away scanning the yard. The tree where Martha had confessed to him had a swing. He walked toward it hoping to find her.
Sure enough he found her, his little mouse looking so sad and dejected. Her feet drug on the ground. She barely held onto the rope of the swing. Her head draped down and off to the side resting.
John felt like he’d been swiftly kicked in the chest by a horse. Heavy and hard.
He found his feet moving on their own. He bent down and looked up at her face. Dried tears caked her lovely cheeks. He hated seeing her like this!
“Mouse….Martha May…Are you okay.” He asked meekly, he knew she wasn’t but what do you say in this situation? He remembered what it was like when his mother had died. He had been so young, but he knew…..He knew she was gone forever. He’d felt small and lost. 
John put his hand on her knee. She jerked back but he stood and grabbed her to steady her so she did not fall. 
“I brought soup…..” he shifted on his feet looking down at her still bent head. She looked so tired, dark circles lined her eyes and her beautiful blue eyes were rimmed in red. When had she last slept? 
“We’ll……we don’t have bread. No one does..” Martha started sobbing hard and heavy. He could hear the pain tearing through her voice. He knew it wasn’t about the bread…her father..who’d taught her how to bake…was forever gone. 
“When my mom died, and my dad walked off on us….all I could think about was how different things were. How after the funeral everyone stopped coming around. Aunt Pol was busy raising us and mourning her kids being taken away.” He sniffled and took her hands, holding them up and in his firmly. She just let him numb to it all. Numb was good, she had no idea how hard it was going to get when the realization actually hit. 
“Miss Changretta was nice to me. Gave me candies and apples….smacked me on the arse for cocking off my mouth to her one day.” He said softly. They both chuckled. Martha was looking up at him now tenderly. She squeezed his hand and to him that was a good sign. She wasn’t completely lost to the pain yet. 
“What can I do?” he asked, feeling small and pathetic. He knew he looked at it. He really couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t bring her dad back, all he could do was sit by her as she tried to get through the pain. 
“Just..stay..stay with me.” She slid off the wooden swing and pointed to the dry earth next to the tree. He leaned against the hard tree not caring that it was biting into his back. Martha leaned her head against his shoulders. He could feel it coming.
She tensed up and buried her face in his neck. His arm instinctively went around her and held her close.
Sobs wracked her body. He just let her go. He hated seeing someone as sweet as Martha in pain.
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John took his time walking home. He wasn’t in a rush. The street lamps were lit casting a soft yellowing glow around him. He didn’t feel warm or safe, he didn’t feel much of anything. Grief not only drowned the ones connected to the deceased individual but those around them who cared and loved the bereaved. 
He rubbed her eyes as he thought of earlier, just before he’d left. Martha had cried when her mother had said it was time for John to go home. She clung to him by the doorway. He felt awful prying her off. He’d kissed her face a few times and brushed away her tears. Her mother had all but ripped her arms off trying to get her off John. Practically pushed him out the door and slammed it in his face. He’d stumbled back and cursed. 
He scoffed thinking about it. He’d done nothing but be a proper gentleman. 
He’d made sure Martha had eaten and wiped away her tears, rubbed her back. One less person for her mother to worry about. 
 He didn’t want her to be alone tonight but he knew he wouldn’t be invited to stay there. 
He pushed open the door and made his way to the kitchen. Everyone younger than him was in bed. Tommy, Arthur and Polly were awake and around the table.
“Oh, look who finally decided to join us?” Polly quipped. Her face softened when she saw John’s slumped shoulders and sad expression. 
“Jesus Pol, Martha’s dad, died. I stayed to help her and the family through the wake.” John's voice was low and tired. He was almost dead on her feet. 
Polly crossed herself and muttered a prayer for Mr. Andrews soul. 
“Oh, that poor family.” She said taking off John's coat and hanging it up. He sank into a chair at the table. He’d missed dinner. Up until now he’d been too focused on his little mouse to care about food. Now he was a starved man. 
“So, you are becoming a baker now?” Arthur asked. John looks at him and shakes his head. Her mother kept glaring at him for several hours, no way she’d hire him., Plus he worked for his family at the shop. 
“Her mum is hiring some family members who will be staying.” He grabbed what was left of the ham and shoved it in his mouth. It was frigid. He chewed and swallowed. It didn’t taste like much of anything. 
“Well, we can all chip in and give her family a little something to help them get by, yes.” Polly suggested, turning to grab the can above the earth and tossed some bills at John. 
“I’m going to bed.” John stood up, uncaring that his family was worried. He was so exhausted. He could sleep for days.
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John couldn’t sleep. He’d taken a warm bath, Polly had warmed up some tea for him, yet he laid on his back thinking about her. 
A loud banging outside his window caught his attention. He didn’t have anything to bang on the wall outside his room. Just the street. He tossed off the covers and ran to his partially open window.  
“What the Fook, it's 1 am Martha, you're climbing up the rain spout like a spider?” He started laughing as she pulled herself up and tossed herself over into his room.
He bit back his laughter as she tossed her hair away from her face. Her muddy boots and wild hair made her look more like a child than he was used to seeing. 
“I can't sleep.” she said. She walked to him and hugged him pulling him into her tightly. 
“Neither can I. I’m worried about you mouse.” He kissed her head and rubbed her back. He needed this too tonight. 
“ Can I…can I stay with you for a bit, can you just hold me?” She looked up at him with her large blue eyes softly pleading. Like he would have said no. 
“ Yeah, but go to bed eh, some of us good kids have school tomorrow.” He tried teasing her but she just blinked and sighed. She wasn’t able to joke yet. 
“According to my mother I'm one of the bad kids now.” She said offhandedly. No emotion. John rolled his eyes. Martha was a straight A student and a great person!
“Fook er.” John said, causing Martha to bury her head in his chest and giggle. Maybe he was having an effect on her.
 He was surprised when she crawled into bed with him. Hooked her leg and arms around him and snuggled it. He smiled and closed his eyes. He wasn’t going to argue. 
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mdqaoud · 6 months ago
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My Journey Begins 💔
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theloneleeastronaut · 7 months ago
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bl-cupboard · 2 years ago
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Not Heart using ‘I like your eyes’ to hide the fact that he was secretly staring and pretending to sleep. 
Can’t blame him tho, who could resist such an adorable face and bright beaming eyes. This entire scene with the 2 of them just spending time in bed together was perfection
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