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woahhiperson · 2 years
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themultifandomgal · 11 months
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Kelly- Babies Birth Alphabet
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A= Aftercare After Birth (How they act after you finish giving birth?):
Kelly is very attentive. He fusses over me making sure I'm ok and that the babies are ok. He just keeps kissing my head and smiling with happiness. He's a natural with the babies.
B= Baby (Who is the baby more like? The baby's personality?):
One of the babies had Kelly's nose and face shape, the other looks more like me.
C= Care Taking (Who takes care of the baby more? Do you have someone else take care of the child?):
We both take turns looking after them because twins are hard work. I feed one baby while Kelly changes the others nappy then we swap the babies over. We quickly fell into a routine that works for us both and one that works well for the babies.
D= Delivery (How they act when you are in labor, do they stay in the room or outside the room?):
When we arrive at the hospital Kelly is freaked out, but with the reassurance of my brother he calms down. He stays by my side the whole time, not letting go of my hand once. He lets me squeeze as hand as I like and doesn't complain once.
E= Emergencies (How do they act when something happens to the baby? If something happens during labor how do they react?):
Labour and delivery goes well, until we realise on of the babies doesn't cry straight away which scares the crap out of both Kelly and I. After a few tests we find out baby B is deaf. While I sit in a state of shock Kelly is asking if it's permanent and if the baby is healthy. Hearing that baby B is healthy Kelly and I know that we will still love them just as much as their sibling. Kelly and I talk about whether we want baby to have cochlear implants or if we will just do ASL.
We end up deciding on doing both, that way as baby gets older they can chose their preferred communication.
F= Friends/Family (Who visits you in the hospital?):
Clair does come to the hospital but doesn't stay long or even hold either of the babies. Connor of course comes to visit and declares he will be the best uncle ever. The whole firehouse come to visit so does Jay and of course most of Med.
G= Gender(s) (What do you have?):
We have a baby girl named Hattie, who is deaf and a baby boy named Oscar.
H= Hair Color (What hair color does the baby inherit):
Hattie looking more like Kelly has his hair colour while Oscar's hair colour is more like mine. Both have the same coloured eyes as me.
I= Illness (How do they react when the baby gets sick for the first time? How about when the baby is ill for a while?):
3 months after their birth we talk to Will about Hattie having a cochlear implant. After their first birthday she has the surgery which makes Kelly extremely nervous. The whole time he's pacing back and forth, just wanting Hattie back in his arms. After the surgery we have different things we have to do to keep infections out which Kelly takes very seriously.
J= Job (When do you go back to work?):
After a year I decide to do what I always wanted to do and that's becoming a firefighter. Kelly and the rest of 51 helps me. Boden even pulls a few strings and gets me on truck 81.
K= Kisses (Do they kiss the baby?):
Yes. Kelly is always kissing both babies all over their face making them giggle.
L= Love (Do they fall in love with the baby right away? What do they love the most about the baby?):
Kelly fell in love as soon as I found out I was pregnant.
M= Movement (How do they react to baby first crawling and walking?):
With every milestone Kelly is both excited but sad that his babies are growing up so quickly. Once they're walking he asks me if we can have more. Of course I say yes but I want to wait a while because of just starting my training to become a firefighter.
N= New People (Taking baby to meet the rest of their/your work colleagues.):
The first time we took the twins to the fire house was when they were only a few weeks old because Kelly and I were exhausted and needed to sleep handing them over to Herrmann trusting him the most because he already had his own kids.
My dad had the opportunity to meet the babies but he never wanted to.
O= On Time (Are they there by time you go into labor? Do they arrive before or after the baby is born? How do they feel if they are late? Is the baby on time?):
He was there the whole time. Babies decided to arrive a month earlier.
P= Pain (How do they react to seeing you in pain due to the contractions? How do they handle seeing you in pain during labor?):
Kelly hated seeing me in pain. He wanted me to have more drugs than gas and air, but I refused wanting to do this as natural as possible.
Q= Questions (Do they ask the midwife a lot of questions? Do they keep asking if they are doing something right when they are doing something with the baby?):
Yes. Especially once their born wanting to make sure that he isn't harming them while holding them. He makes sure that he touches Hattie more to show he loves her just as much as her brother. Oscar still gets plenty of attention as well as he loves being talked to or sang to.
R= Resting (Do they get a lot of rest when the baby is born? Do they stay awake at night worrying about the baby?):
Nope. Neither of us sleep because once one baby is settled the other starts crying. We try our best to take it in turns so we can both get some sleep, but we really could do with a little bit of help.
S= Singing to the Baby (Do they sing to the baby, or do they listen to you sing to the baby? What is their favorite song to sing to the baby?):
We both sing to the babies. Even though Hattie can't hear we put her hand on our throat so she gets something sensory. As she gets older and he has her implants, she chooses when to have them on or off. Even if they are in we use ASL, even when talking to Oscar we use ASL which he picks up quite quickly.
T= Talking to the Baby (Do they use baby talk?):
We don't use baby talk. We talk normally.
U= Underneath the Man/Woman's Heart (How do they truly feel about having a child? Do they feel as though they are ready for a baby?):
Kelly loves being a father. He feels ready to be a dad and he is fantastic. Kelly often wants to push the stroller and show off his babies. He is one proud dad.
V= Vision as in Supervision (Do they keep a close eye on the baby? Do they have someone watching the baby at all times?):
Of course we worry about Hattie and Oscar, but for different reasons and some of the same reasons. Even if Hattie wasn't deaf we would worry that they would think one of us favours the other more and now that heightened. So Kelly and I make sure we tell the babies how much we love them and how we will always love them.
W= When the Baby is Born (What day is the baby born. Are they off work? At work?):
Oscar and Hattie were born on a Monday morning at 10am.
X= X-mas (What's their first Christmas like?):
Our first Christmas was amazing. Connor came over for Christmas dinner. Hattie and Oscar loved opening their presents, more interesting in the wrapping paper, but they were definitely spoiled. This would be mine and Kelly's second Christmas together and we definitely had more fun this time round.
Y= Yawning (How tired do they get when dealing with the baby? Their reaction to the baby yawning?):
Kelly always takes a photo of the babies if they yawn always saying how cute it is.
Z= ZZZ (How much sleep after the baby is born?):
At first none. We barley sleep. Although in the day we have a good routine it's like the babies know we were tired at night time. This goes on until they hit 6 months old. That's when they start sleeping through the night. The first time this happened Kelly and I panicked thinking that there was something wrong but when realising that they're sleeping we fall asleep immediately.
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The Limit
Sequel to Stress Relief, Right Through Me, Waiting, Honey I’m Home, Won’t Give Up, Midnight, and Dinner Time
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Warnings: noncon, housewife kink, fear, mommy kink, lactation kink, postpartum depression, abuse/spanking.
Even though it’s a drabble, I do appreciate any comments and feedback you have. Thanks for reading!
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The baby screams as you push the mop across the floor. You ignore her as you continue to sop up the mildew and cleaner. You can’t let Clark see the mess. Not again.
The wailing continues but you focus on the task. You don’t want her touching you, grabbing at your chest, wanting the only thing she cares about. She didn’t want your love, not your warmth, nothing but food, food, food. You’re a cow to her, just like you are to her father.
You squeeze out the dirty water with the plastic lever and slap the sponge back to the tile. A red glow suddenly tinges the wall and darkens your shadow before you. You turn as Clark stands with his chiseled jaw locked and watches you.
“She’s crying,” he snarls as his eyes beam a hot crimson.
“Sorry, I was trying to get this all cleaned up–”
“She needs her mommy and you’re out here with the mop?”
“Honey, I was just finishing up but I was going to–”
“Go, deal with her,” he slams his bag on the counter and huffs.
“Yes, Clark,” you dip your head down and lean the mop in the bucket, “sorry.”
“You will be. Get her what she needs, then I get mine.”
You don’t need any other orders. You know what he expects. It’s not the first time and will hardly be the last. Yesterday, the chicken wasn’t cooked through. The day before, you forgot to tie up the trash as you left it by the door to be taken out. And Monday, Martha’s diaper was wet.
You enter the bedroom and take her from the crib. You lift her and cradle her. She’s a few months now, bigger and even more hungry. You check her nappy, it’s dry. You go to the glider and sit as you pull down the top of your dress and unhook your nursing bra. She’s quick to latch and you grunt at the twinge that comes from her tugging suckle.
She drinks until it leaks down her chin and you detach her, burping her until she’s calm. You get up and place her back in the crib with her stuffed hippo. She’s content, for now.
You go to the bedroom. The shower’s whining through the open door, steam wisping out. You quickly undress and wipe up the leakage around your nipples. You listen to the water slaking down naked skin and get on the bed. You tuck your knees under as the tenders bruises across your ass tingle. Each night, there’s more.
He emerges and you keep your face away from him as he moves around. He tuts as he goes to the dress, his ass flexing as he stops, the thick muscles of his thigh bulging with each step. You shiver and your fear peaks. 
No, you don’t feel, you can’t.
“Since it’s not getting through to you,” he turns and stretches his fingers, a reminder of the spankings still needling at your skin from nights before, “honey, I really didn’t want this.”
He pulls out a belt and examines the thick leather. He folds it in half and snaps it against his palm. You hear a babble, the baby making noises that will soon grow to more cries, to that intolerable blare.
“Stay,” he warns as he comes towards the bed, “this will be the last time you learn this lesson.”
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goldenkiwistyles · 6 months
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Fussy
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Third person pov:
Harry tiredly walked into his hotel room after a long day of meetings.He was planing on having a nap with his baby girl before they had to get ready to go out with the boys but he got delayed so he had to get Sapphire ready as soon as he got back. "Hey baby" "DADDY!" Sapphire ran into his open arms clinging to him tightly.After a few minutes Harry breaks the cuddle knowing they needed to get ready if they wanted to be on time."No daddy. Don't wan to be put down" "Saphie come on please we need to get ready to go see your uncles." Sapphire starts to get more worked up. Angry tears stream down her face as she hits Harry's chest. "Sapphire Grace Styles we don't hit do we. Now stop having a tantrum and let me change your dress or else we won't be going to the zoo at the weekend." This makes Sapphire quieten down long enough for Harry to dress her in a cute little lilac dress and shove on a pair of skinny jeans paired with a dark purple dress shirt.But as soon as they're ready to go Sapphire starts to cry again. "Come on Sapphie we've got to go." Harry manages to get sapphire in her car seat before driving of to the restaurant they're meeting at. When they arrive Sapphire let's Harry lift her out of her car seat and lays her head in the crook of her neck. "Harry hey glad you finally made it." Liam stands up to great his mate. "Sorry Sapphie was having another tantrum."Hey Sapphie what's got you all upset huh?" Harry hands her over to Liam so she can say hello.
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After everyone had ordered they where all having quiet discussions amongst each other accept for Harry who was eyeing his daughter in the high chair next to him. "Sapphie baby what wrong? Why are you all fidgety? Have you got a dirty nappy?" Sapphire nods so Harry turns to Eleanor who was the closest girl to him asking her if she could take Sapphie and change her nappy knowing that the baby changing table is in the female toilet. "Yeah I don't mind. Come on then Sapphie let's go get you changed." Eleanor goes to lift her out of the high chair but is stopped by Sapphie screaming at the top of her lungs. "No want daddy to take me." Embarrassment tints Harry's cheeks since everyone in the restaurant is staring at their table because of his daughters screaming. "No Sapphire i can't take you so Eleanor is." This makes her scream again even louder so Harry picks her up, grabs her dipper bag and tells Eleanor to follow him.Once they're stood outside the ladies room Harry hands a screaming Sapphire over to Eleanor giving her an apologetic look. "Listen Sapph Daddy's not allowed in there so your going to have to go with El and if you don't stop screaming then no zoo ok." Eleanor takes the dipper bag out of Harry's hands before walking over to the changing table. After what feels like ages El and Sapphie emerge from the bathroom, Sapphire making grabby hands at Harry. After some time Harry manages to fully calm her down and they return to the table. "What's got you all upset baby?" Sapphire sniffles before responding. "You were gone all day daddy and I missed you". Harry coos at his daughter before pulling her onto his lap. "Oh Sapphie baby I missed you too but if we're feeling upset or if you miss me you need to talk to me instead of having a tantrum ok". "Otay" She nestles her face into Harry's shirt obviously getting tired. "Do you want your paci baby?" She nods so Harry quickly grabs it out of the bag and hands it to her. "Can I have a baba.""Yeah baby when we get home." With that Sapphie quietly sucks on her paci and Harry converses with Niall while they wait for their food to come.
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[Your Daddy Loves You]
Another super-fluffy FranklyDear fic I've written! There's something so comforting about these :)
This time featuring Elliot, the fanchild from a fantastic tiktok audio by Candy the Bunny and EddieDearVA! I loved that story so much, I had to make something for it.
Anyway, enjoy!
A quiet night. Crickets chirp in the grass outside, and moonlight catches the wings of a small brown moth as it flies past the shuttered window of a yellow house. The two inside are sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in each other's arms, at least until the gentle quiet is cut through by the sharp, incessant wails of their newest guest in the other room. It isn't the first time they've been woken up by the baby crying, nor certainly will it be the last, but neither suspect they'll ever get used to this particular aspect of child rearing enough to appreciate it.
"Mmrph, you go get it," exhausted and frustrated grumbles emerge from the larger man, Eddie unconsciously pulling his love closer even as he begs them to leave. "Tch, no you, it's your turn," comes the hissed reply from Frank, empty venom in the words of someone still too tired to even open his eyes. Eddie wants to fight them on this, both so painfully desperate for just a few more minutes of sleep, but he knows from experience this is one battle he won't win.
Stumbling groggily to his feet, he plods his way into the hall and to the room next door, the short trip still feeling like miles. The nursery is warm and brightly colored even in the dim moonlight, and in the center a wooden crib sits, its tiny occupant still screaming for as yet unknown reasons.
There he is, Elliot, the tiny, beautiful baby boy they'd both dreamed of for so long. Despite all his grumbling, Eddie could never bring himself to be mad at his son. My son, he thinks, and it still feels so surreal that it's actually true. But there's no time to think about any of that. "Alright little guy," he sighs, reaching down into the crib to take hold of the boy and cradle him in his arms. "What's got you crying now?"
A quick check of his nappies shows no need for a change, and by Eddie's recollection the boy had been fed and burped not long ago so he shouldn't need it again already. What could it be? he thinks, not noticing the cries had stopped the instant he had taken ahold of his son. Not noticing until he feels a tiny hand grip weakly at his shirt, and a tiny baby head try its best to burrow closer to him.
Words and worries catch in Eddie's throat just now, and he looks down to see two big, beautiful eyes staring back at him, speckled with leftover tears as the baby coos happily. The man's own eyes begin to well up just a bit as understanding finally hits him. "S'that all it was, Elliot?" He says softly, free hand rising to gently caress the boy's face. "You were missin' your pa?"
Being careful of the bundle he holds in his arms, Eddie sits himself down in the comfy armchair they'd moved into this room for that purpose. Must've been a nightmare or somethin, he thinks to himself, did he think we were gone? "don't you worry darlin'," he whispers, just in case that part was true, "I ain't going nowhere. Not tonight, not ever."
Elliot, for his part, hears none of this, as he's already fallen asleep once again. Eddie chuckles gently, resigning himself to spending the rest of the night in this room, because there's no way he could bear to leave now. He gently kisses the baby's forehead, and murmurs "I love you, Elliot. I hope you know that. Your daddy loves you."
"We both do," a familiar voice causes Eddie to quickly look up, where Frank is standing the doorway with a tired but loving expression on his face. "You're staying here for the night, I guess?" At a nod from the larger man, they settle down on the carpet beside him, head resting on the arm that's still holding their child. "I'll stay here too then. Might as well, since we keep coming back."
As the little trio falls asleep together, all the world is hushed again, and a sense of love hangs in the air. A moth lands gently on the swaying flowers beside the yellow house, and everything feels like it's going to be alright.
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mariashades · 1 year
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An Unusual Family- A Snippet, pt 2
Muse wanted a little more, enjoy!  Ao3 link here
Today was one of the few times that Jeff really didn’t care about being wrong. 
He’d always thought that Virgil, with his pack instincts and the inherent wolf trait of ‘puppies! Love the puppies! Doesn’t matter whose puppies, love the puppies!’ would be the first one to bring home a foundling and claim them as his own. But, Jeff concluded as he watched Scott fuss over his baby, it was very right that his eldest was the one to continue the tradition. “I wish you could have seen this, Luce, he’s your boy through and through.” 
A medical check in Thunderbird Two had shown that Hope was a little dehydrated and had some scratches but overall she was okay. The emergency supplies of formula and nappies on Two and one of the cotton blankets from the bunks took care of her immediate needs. Now, home on the Island, she was swaddled in a bright blue cotton sarong that Tanusha had offered and was getting a second bottle from Scott while the rest of the family dug up enough supplies to last them until Alan and Virgil’s mandatory rest breaks finished and they could go to the mainland to pick up the online order that John had put together. Kyrano was already working on the papers and Hope would be officially part of the family by tomorrow.
While all that was being sorted out in the background (and people caught up on food and sleep), Jeff had been tasked with a difficult assignment- get Hope away from Scott long enough for him to shower, eat something and get some rest. The Golden Eagle’s broodiness had kicked in hard, and combined with Scott’s protectiveness and his complicated feelings about his origins, he was extremely reluctant to let anyone else near Hope right now. Scott hadn’t even changed yet, still in his dirty uniform as he paced the length of the kitchen.    
Fortunately, Jeff was very experienced with difficult jobs. 
“How’s she going?” Jeff asked as Hope finished the bottle and Scott put her up on his shoulder to burp her. 
“She’s doing okay.” Scott carefully patted the baby’s back until the required gas bubble had exited.
“Good to know.” Jeff smiled.  “Howsabout you let me get to know my granddaughter a little while you go shower and eat something, you’re still covered in dirt and that’s not going to be healthy for her.” When Scott baulked, Jeff added “I know what to do with babies, Scott, you know that, and we all need a chance to bond with her too.” 
“...Oh.” Scott blinked as he belatedly remembered that. 
“C’mon Scooter,” Jeff smiled encouragingly and held his hands out. “I know you feel like you’ve got to do everything and fill the void left by her parents, but we’re all here to help and we love her too. You’ve just come off a rescue and it’s been a long day, you need to take a rest so you can look after her later.” ‘Care for yourself so you can care for others’ was a tried and true tactic whenever any of the family was pushing things.
“Okay Dad.” His instincts finally reassured, Scott carefully handed over the now drowsy baby. 
“Hello, Hope,” Jeff took Hope, positioning her so she could hear his heartbeat, “I’m your grandfather, Jeff. Now, you’ve had a bottle, so time for you to get a good sleep, hm? You’ve had a very big day, little miss.”  
She blinked sleepily in response and promptly dozed off, content and warm, her belly full. 
“Dad?” Scott asked, still lingering. “Is…is it okay that I gave her Mom’s name?” 
“It’s more than okay.” Jeff reached out with his free hand and tugged Scott into a one armed hug. “I’m very proud of you Scott, and Lucy would be too.”
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Nothing in the Parenting Books Prepared Me For This
58. Tea With Thor
Synopsis: Loki takes Mobius with him when he has Sunday tea with Thor.
Word count: 1,129
Stand Alone?: 2/3
Warnings: no warnings apply
Notes: 
Read it on AO3!
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Loki knocked at Thor’s door. “Sorry I’m late, I’ve got a little one with me this morning.” 
When Thor fully opened the door, he had expected to see Sylvie in the stroller, and quickly bent down to coo at her, but instead, he found a very anxious, red, Mobius. 
“He’s a little, too?” Thor asked Loki. 
“No,” Mobius shyly responded around his pacifier. 
“We’re just experimenting today, I believe. I think it’s more ‘pretend’ for him,” Loki tried to explain.  
“Yeah, jus’ play,” Mobius nervously agreed.  
“I wasn’t aware that was something one could do…” Thor suddenly remembered what he was supposed to be doing. “Anyways, come in, come in.” 
His table was set with a fancy, China tea set for two and Mobius’ stroller fit perfectly in between them. 
Of course, Thor’s curiosity was piqued by Mobius and he insisted on asking questions as him and Loki shared tea and Mobius nursed on his bottle. “So he’s still an adult mentally, just acting like a little?”
Loki looked to Mobius for confirmation on this. “Yeah, I think so… I mean, it’s still for the same purposes… He just can’t think like a toddler like Sylvie or myself. It’s not all that different.” 
“Hm… Do you think I could try? After tea?”
Loki snorted, “You’d like to try?”
Mobius piped in, “You can! But Loki’s gonna have a real hard time staying an adult if you do.” 
“I will not!” Loki tried not to sound too annoyed by the comment, knowing that it was correct, but he was going to try his best regardless. 
After tea, Loki pushed the stroller back home, the stairs of the patio turning themselves into a ramp with a little bit of magic to make things easy. 
Mobius’ bottle was empty and sat in the little cup holder on the tray and his pacifier comfortably fit into his mouth. He decided to loosen up a little more, reaching up to grab for Loki once they had stopped back in the nursery. 
“Touchy little one, hm?” Loki asked as he picked Mobius up and touched foreheads with him. “We can be close if you like, but I’d like to put the stroller away, please,” he politely requested. 
Mobius let himself be set down onto the floor with the toys from earlier and rolled the loud phone toy back and forth on its wheels and watched as its unsettling face looked back and forth. 
Thor sat down next to him. “That toy’s creepy,” he said. 
Loki watched with his arms crossed as Thor looked for something different to play with, rifling through the toy box until he found some of Sylvie’s preschool toys and proceeded to make his own game of a dragon stuffed animal attacking a school bus of Little People figurines. 
Then, Loki sat down, pulling Mobius into his lap and giving him a kiss on the cheek as he kept his promise of staying close, also reaching a hand down to check on the little’s nappy. “Thor?” he asked after concluding Mobius was still dry, “do you need a nappy?”
Thor chuckled. “No!” he grinned at Loki, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. 
“Okay, alright,” Loki defensively replied, smiling. 
Gradually, Mobius let himself act littler: “Baba, look!” he quietly instructed Loki before showing him a bunch of the vintage toys and how they worked. 
Just like Sylvie would’ve, Thor showed a displeasure with the musical ones, especially the kind with crackly and distorted pre-recorded sound. 
“Hm,” Loki responded with raised eyebrows as Mobius played with and showed him anything with buttons or knobs that he could get his hands on. 
Suddenly, Loki paused as he heard the lock of the front door click open. But it seemed the littles didn’t hear it. And to keep it that way, for the first time in months, Loki used a power that everyone had mutually agreed that he wouldn’t be allowed to use except in the case of an emergency. This was… close enough. 
A double of Loki’s likeness appeared in the living area, ready to greet Sylvie when she came in. 
Finally, she opened the door, holding two good sized birds with her and a bag of groceries. It seemed like she had been about to say something, but then her face soured. “You-” 
Loki put a finger to his lips cautiously. “Shh, shh.”
“You’re not supposed to use that unless there’s an emergency! What’s so wrong? You know I can see your green little magic aura, right?” 
“Yes, yes, I know I know, there isn’t an emergency- but look,”
Sylvie observed how he anxiously looked towards the nursery door and immediately walked towards it after dumping her groceries. 
He stepped in front of her despite knowing she could just go through this illusion. 
“Look, wait, stop, stop, I have my hands- physical hands- a little bit um, full… right now and I just want to prepare you before you go in… um. Don’t freak out.”
Sylvie reached for the door-knob, right through his right hip. 
“Wait! Can’t I explain first?” he asked in a hushed voice, trying to push her backward, which did actually work. 
“Fine. Out with it. Stop acting all weird.” 
“I’m playing papa for two little ones right now, but I need you not to be weird about it because they’re still figuring it out and I don’t want to scare them off.”
Sylvie disregarded this obvious lie and opened the door, but she still did so slowly, and with an abundance of caution, in case there was some truth. 
The illusion of Loki vanished the second the door clicked open, and Sylvie tried her best not to gasp. 
Loki was still sitting with his head resting on Mobius’ shoulder as the little absently rolled a car back and forth.  
This was a lovely and welcome surprise, but the real shock was Thor, sitting with them with his legs out like a toddler, and boredly poking at any nearby toys, searching for new stimulation. 
“Oh look at you both!” 
Mobius’ face was still covered in a dusting of blush, even as Loki kissed him on the cheek and reassured him that it was okay. 
“We’re just playing today,” Loki explained. “Trying some new things.” 
She was still a little bit stunned by the whole ordeal, but pretended not to be. 
“Um, Loki, I’m gonna get my stuffies, kay?” Thor asked slightly timidly for being the literal god of thunder. 
“I can help,” Sylvie replied, masking excitement and fascination the best that she could and following him out, petting his back as if comforting herself more than him. 
In that time, Loki picked Mobius up, hugging him close and giving him some tiny bounces. “Are you going to be okay with Sylvie and Thor here?” he whispered while seating himself on the side of the open crib. 
“Mhm. They fens,” Mobius told him, hugging his own chest and twisting back and forth.
“That’s good,” Loki agreed. “You’re my friend, too,” he smiled, giving Mobius a peck on the forehead. 
“Yeah. Loki play?” 
Loki paused. “You want me to?” 
“Mhm. You’re good at it,” he said, taking out his pacifier.
“You’ll still keep being little even if I do… right?” 
“I’ll try, but that’s all I can promise.” 
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aceinspace691 · 3 years
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The Job
Here it is! The first part of my Giant Slayer Dream AU!! Let me know what you guys think and feel free to send in some asks and such!
Warnings for fear, talks of death, mentions of blood, and language
Word Count ~ 1k
Dream was the best manhunter in the realm, his signature smiling mask and green cloak gaining his notoriety in any place he went. With such a reputation, he was overly confident, cocky to the point he’d rolled his eyes and laughed at the prospect of a giant.
His rival was considered to be a giant, and Dream had learned from his loss (though it was a close match) for his next hunt, rolling his eyes at the piglin hybrid’s victorious teasing. He’d taken down a 9 foot target just last week. That so called ‘giant’ was what made him the obvious choice to send after a giant that a fairly isolated village had sent word of.
There wasn’t much to go off of, just mentions of spotting a demonic looking giant on the edge of the village.
“Remember to gather intel when you get there.” Another manhunter called out after him as he headed out. “You don’t want to be caught off guard if you don’t have to be.”
Dream had agreed, but he rolled his eyes with a scoff as he turned away. He didn’t need that. He’d never needed any extra preparation, he was better than that.
So he just set off and travelled through the Nether to get there a bit faster, shifting his pack on his shoulder and keeping his enchanted netherite blade firmly in hand. All he stopped by the village to do was see what direction the giants had been spotted in, but the plains on one side versus a lush forest on the other made it clear enough where the giant might be hiding.
At the very least, if the giant wasn’t in the forest, Dream could find where it went to finish the job. Easy. Piece of cake.
It was only a bit after noon when Dream had entered the forest but it was slowly starting to get dark by the time he made any progress. He was sweating and panting slightly from exertion as he ran toward smoke in the distance. He huffed slightly.
The giant had lit a fire? Didn’t they know they were being hunted? Or was it just an idiot?
Dream decided he didn’t care, It would make it that much easier for him. He steeled himself and charged into the area, squinting his eyes a bit against the brightness of a large bonfire. He oriented himself quickly, scanning the area quickly and faltering as he spotted his target.
It was definitely demonic, true, with its white eyes, black skin, and horns under its red-trimmed cloak. But it was nothing like what Dream was expecting. He definitely understood why there had been so much panic over a giant because it was absolutely massive, maybe a good 70 feet tall or so.
Shit, he thought, shit, I’m not equipped for this what the fuck.
His brain buzzed with panic as the being finally noticed his presence, their eyes locking. The world fuzzed out for a moment and the world stood still. It was broken as the giant spoke.
“Um, hi there.” The voice was a bit higher pitched and definitely more nasally than Dream had been expecting, but the giant made no move to come closer. “Are you lost?”
Dream didn’t answer, just staring incredulously up at the giant. Did he not notice his signature mask? Maybe that meant he could make it out of this alive. Before he had the chance, two other giants emerged from a tent on the other side of the encampment.
“Bad? Who are you talking to?” An accented voice asked as another giant rubbed at his eyes under his white clout goggles. Another voice, a moment later, from one with fluffy black hair and a white bandana: “What’s the famous Dream doing all the way out here?”
Dream took a cautious step back at that, watching through his mask with a pooling feeling of dread in his stomach. He could clearly see the giant processing the situation, eyes flicking to his sword and then to his mask.
And suddenly it must have clicked, and there was a moment of pause.
And then a hand shot toward him and Dream sprang into action, running forward, toward the hand!? his mind screamed in protest. But it paid off as he narrowly avoided the hand and darted under the giant, hearing confused sputters that might have been funny if he wasn’t filled with so much adrenaline.
If he got a bit further, there was a gap between two massive bags that he could get between. Then he’d be back in the forest. He could hide, get away.
But then Clout Goggles placed a boot in front of that exit, nudging him with it and making him fall back, scrambling away from it and colliding with one of the bags. He looked up slowly, following three pairs of legs to three giant faces above him. They mostly looked, well, pissed, frankly. 
But even without them being able to see his face, something must have given away how he was feeling because the demonic one hushed the one with the headband before he could say anything.
“C’mon Sappy Nappy, the muffin looks terrified.” His original target lowered himself to the ground, and Dream wished he could say he was wrong, that he wasn’t scared. But his body’s natural response was to shy away more. “It‘s okay, you can just calm down  and explain why you’re here, okay? I’m sure this is all a misunderstanding.”
And then clawed black hands were palm out, and Dream panicked. Looking back on it later, it was a dumb reaction, but it was also the fighting part of him. So, at the movement, Dream slashed his enchanted blade, the netherite cutting easily through the flesh with a faint sizzling sound. It coated the blade with a sheen of dark blood, a cry of pain erupting from the giant.
Shouts from the giants made Dream’s head pound from the noise and he knew, in that moment, that was was, quite plainly, absolutely fucked.
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Being a first-time parent isn’t so easy. Thank goodness you don’t have to go through it alone.
Pairing: Dad!Yunho x Mum!Reader Genre: Domestic AU, M E G A  F L U F F Warnings: cruddy fake fairytales, mentions of labour, mentions of a C-section Word count: 1.1k+
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“Milk,” Yunho mumbled, darkness of the kitchen slowly lulling him back to sleep despite him standing up. “Where’s the milk?”
Operating on a half-asleep brain was not good, especially when it had been sleep deprived for many nights prior. Thank god he was on paternity leave otherwise he wouldn’t be able to function at all at work tomorrow.
The baby had woken up once again for the second time that night--the first for a nappy change, and now for some food. You were about to go get one of the bottles you had filled with pre-pumped breast milk, but Yunho stopped you.
Already saw how it was difficult for you to move that much after the birth of your gorgeous child; unfortunately, the umbilical cord was wrapped around its neck so an emergency C-section had to be carried out, leaving you with stiches that could easily get infected if you didn’t take care of it properly.
Even then, being pregnant and in labour sounded (and looked) painful enough, so Yunho had already decided to help you in any way that he could before and after you had delivered.
His hand had rummaged around the fridge until tightening around the cold bottle. Too cold for the baby, so he hat to heat it up in the bottle warmer so that it was just right.
Sighing, he walked towards you, trying to quieten the crying baby in your arms as you swayed sleepily side to side. You hated hearing it cry, the noise ringing in your ears, making it hard to focus.
Motherly instincts kicked in during pregnancy; you and Yunho were doing some daily shopping when you heard a toddler crying loudly, its wails making you want to curl up in a ball and cover your ears to that it would stop ringing in your ears.
Apparently it was normal to have such a reaction--Yunho told you, since he did quiet a bit of research, not just from books, but both of your mothers.
Your husband took the baby from your hands--with some difficultly since you held on a little tight, not wanting your crying baby out of the protection of your arms, but ultimately handed it over since you knew Yunho was going to take care of him.
“Shhh, baby,” he cooed at his newborn, smiling faintly at the warmth erupting through his chest. Eagerly taking the rubber nipple in its mouth, the child began to suckle out the warm milk.
“How did I get so luck with you?” You said, head resting on one of his broad shoulders as he swayed ever so gently, slowly lulling not just the small being, but you as well, to sleep.
He rested his head on top of yours, feeling his lids droop a little. “Question is,” he yawned, “how on earth did I get lucky with you?”
Hearing no response from you, he looked to your face, only to find you sleeping peacefully with a content smile and relaxed features. Really not wanting to move away from you, he held the baby close to him with one hand and moved you slowly back down to your pillow with the other.
Waiting for the child to have its fill, Yunho began telling it a little story.
“Once upon a time, there was a handsome prince. He loved to dance and play, but no one would because he was a Prince. But one day, the young Prince didn’t want to be a prince anymore, since everyone was looking at him and he had too many responsibilities. So what did he do?”
The child unlatched its mouth to gargle gibberish at him before going back to feeding.
“That’s right. He ran away, deep into the forest where no one would find him again. But what he didn’t know, was that there was a beautiful girl who lived in the middle of the woods. And the girl was known as the Woodland Maiden.”
The baby spoke gibberish once more, making its father giggle.
“I know, it is a very fancy name. But that was what she was called. The Woodland Maiden had seen the fear in the Prince’s eye, and asked if there was anything she could do to help. The Prince only asked for one thing: her presence.
“For some reason, the young Prince felt comforted by the Maiden, wanting her to stay with him for as long as she could. So she stayed and looked after him, finding that she too enjoyed being with him. But she knew that the Prince had to go back to his own kingdom and take on the responsibilities of a prince.
“Eventually she convinced him to return back to the castle, promising to one day meet again. But the Prince didn’t want to meet ‘one day’. He wanted to meet her every day. He wanted to wake up to her face every morning, and be the last thing she sees when she goes to sleep.
“The Prince loved her very much, and when he realised that, he asked for her to join him in the castle. Conflicted by her need to be in the woods, she didn’t know what to say. That was until the Prince told her that she could visit any time she liked, for however long she liked.
“Ecstatic, she agreed to his offer immediately, glad that she could still be with the person she loved and still have her freedom. Soon after, the two got married, and had a wonderful child, who grew up to be an amazing person itself.”
Seeing how the child in his arms had fallen asleep during the story, Yunho chuckled and kissed it on its forehead, whispering, “the end...”
Placed the product of your love between the two of you, as he lay back down on his side, wrapping the three of you under the thick covers of your bed.
His hand lay to rest on your waist, the shirt ridden up to expose your tummy of scars and stretch marks.
You thought they were ugly. He thought they were beautiful.
Fingertips traced over each one he could feel, rubbing the skin occasionally because he loved how it felt beneath his palms. Planting a kiss on your cheek, he used his other hand to brush away the strands of hair sticking out of your bun and into your face.
Surreal, how you looked while you slept. Like he could gaze at you all night if he was not so tired himself.
Pulling his hand from your tummy, he rested it on his sleeping baby, only to feel yours underneath his--protecting it even when you were unconscious.
Grinning to himself, he though to himself how he really was lucky to have his Woodland Maiden and your baby with him.
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A part 3 to the mount Southgate baby one pls xx
Part 1 - Part 2
Mason loved his baby madly, since he was born he had discovered that he could be even more anxious than he already was but he was also happier and that outweighed everything.
Your life had gone on as normal but since little Mount was born it had been joined by nappies, lullabies, and you were practically so tired at night you barely registered each other's presence in bed before you collapsed.
Declan had joked about going somewhere to catch up on some sleep upon seeing the obvious purple patches under his eyes and the idea hadn't seemed too bad. In fact he'd finally arranged it, setting up his friend to babysit.
A hotel room was ready in his name not too far from home. Before confirming the booking he had felt a little guilty towards his son, after all they had never left him since he was born except for work-related matters on his part of course. But they needed him, he had remembered himself, and had confirmed the booking, thinking of a way to get you there.
Convincing you hadn't been easy, even more so. You'd sighed as if you'd waited for nothing else in your life, leaving Mason stunned. You really did need a full night's sleep to recharge your batteries but the guilt that lurked in your chest had never made you say those words out loud, and knowing that you would be doing it together made it less of a crime.
Everything was in place but that moron of Declan had gotten sick and so at the last minute, when you were already looking forward to a soft mattress and silence most of all, you had found yourself without a babysitter.
Mason had made an attempt without your knowledge and you were surprised when your father turned up on your doorstep, more than happy to spend some time with his nephew. After making a thousand recommendations to which he had rolled his eyes because he already had children and knew how to take care of them, you had finally left your house.
Walking down the hotel hallway looking for your room you had felt like thieves, but as Mason had told you several times in those days to try to convince you and him, after having a baby everything else doesn't have to be cancelled. So you had made a deal, no child or guilt would exist in that room. Once you were out, your life would go on as usual.
You are already on the bed while Mason still has to close the door, groaning feeling your muscles relax immediately. "A dream" you let out as he laughs setting the small bag down at the foot of the bed and joining you.
"I have to ask them where they bought it before we leave" he murmurs before moving closer to you and leaving a kiss on your lips.
"Okay listen to me. Hot bath, room service and bed. How does that sound?"
"Wonderful"
"Okay then" Mason smiles softly leaving you another kiss before getting out of bed, "leave everything to me"
"I wasn't going to move" in response he pulls on your shoelaces before disappearing into the bathroom.
After you don't know how long he re-emerges from the other room announcing that everything is ready, his shirt already left somewhere and his trousers half unzipped revealing his boxers. Something switches on inside you at the sight, starting by removing your shoes moving closer to him bringing him to you with one hand behind his neck and taking your time kissing him.
"I hope you didn't overfill the tub" you murmur before heading for the bathroom, your trousers left at the door as Mason follows you with his gaze before coming after you.
The water is warm to the right point making you moan at the same time in each other's arms before you turn around starting to kiss him. And you may be as tired as you like but nothing can ever stop you from showing the love you feel for each other, slowly taking your time.
The next morning you wake up early and above all rested, with the knowledge that you can still go on and that you could always have another evening like the one you just had if things got particularly tiring again.
And when you get home a few hours later, Gareth Southgate is asleep in the rocking chair with little Mount also fast asleep on his chest, a hand on his back to protect him.
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The cold chains immobilizing your whole body were the thing you first noticed once you woke up. When your eyes finally opened, you observed your surroundings carefully, silently. Barely opening your eyes, just in case. Your teammates were equally tied up by your sides, and Bucky was unconscious. Loki, on the other hand, was looking around less confused than he should have.
“Oh, you did this”, you spat suddenly, realizing what was going on. Of course he would betray the team; it was all you knew about him, and history did not disappoint.
“What?” he asked, now confused. “I certainly did not. I’m trying to figure out where we are”.
“Yeah, and you want me to blindly trust you on this one? What did you do to Tony? A dumb potion or…”.
“He doesn’t need me and my magic to act idiotic, he manages that himself”, he said. Once he actually got to talk, he wouldn't stop, would he? “But if you need me to, I can try to make him even dumber, then he would have some idea to form a Dark Team. Oh, wait”, said sarcastically.
“Be free to give us your input on the crew, come on, don’t be shy”.
While you two argued, Bucky was gaining consciousness again.
“Look who decided to get up from his nappy”.
“Shut up”, he managed to say, looking around. He quickly realized where you were. “Fuck. I know this place”.
“Do enlighten us”.
“Loki, I swear to God, shut up or I’m gonna shove my metal arm through your…”.
“Where are we, Buck?”, you interrupted impatiently.
“This is a Hydra base”.
“Oh fuck”.
“Great”.
You started making escape plans in your head in record time, but then you realized; maybe you shouldn’t escape. Maybe you should arrange some plan to make the mission done from the inside. The chances of the stick being there were bigger than somewhere else.
“That’s a better idea”, resonates Loki’s voice in your head. You screamed, not expecting his magic. So he has telepathy, you thought. You looked at him amazed, and he smiled smugly. You realized, if he can access your head, then he could’ve heard…
“Oh yes, I’ve heard it all, dear. But don’t worry, I’m used to it. Many people find me... how did you say? Extremely attractive?”.
You blushed and looked uncomfortably to the roof, trying to get the plan straight, ignoring his mockery. But he kept going.
“Comparing me to a british mortal man, though… I don’t appreciate it. A Nordic God is way better in every sense”.
Your blush turned to bright red paint all over your face, and he chuckled. Bucky was observing the interaction fascinated. For him, you were two idiots who looked at each other weirdly and reacted to that. But as much as you tried to avoid him, he kept talking in your head.
“It’s alright, darling. I like to be praised, even at the strangest moments. Can’t believe you went for a plain ‘hot’, though. I think I’d be worth at least a ‘so hot my brain is melting at his only sight…”.
“Oh my God, shut up!” you shouted, interrupting his egocentric rant.
“What the… he didn’t say anything” said Bucky, even more confused than before. You were quite a pair.
“Yes, y/n, I didn’t say anything. Are you hallucinating? Did they poison you?”.
“I’m gonna choke you with those chains as soon as I get my hands free”.
“I would love to see you trying”, he challenged.
“Guys, can you pleeeeaaassseee focus?”, said Bucky, losing his patience.
“I’m trying to focus on making a plan,” you whispered. “It would be much easier if you two shut up for the love of God”.
“How could you not predict our ship would get hijacked? Aren’t you the brainy of the team?”.
“James, don’t make me spit on your face”.
“I’d suggest whatever ‘plan’ you’re thinking that would get us out of here, do it faster, because I don’t think they’d leave us here alone much more time”, said Loki.
“What? You afraid of some little mortal kidnappers? I thought, for a God, it wouldn’t be so hard to take them down. Unless you’re full of crap. You know, once in my life I finally think I’d be alright being on charge of the mission, you two had to be here, ready to ruin...”.
“Are you still planning on choking me? Because that would do wonders to my ears, to finally stop listening to you”.
“Can you two stop flirting?”, interrupted Bucky. “I didn’t think the worst thing about getting kidnapped by Hydra would be not being alone".
"But here we are”.
Bucky ripped the chains off him and freed you too, leaving Loki tied. The God didn't complain, and instead made the chains dissolve with a spell. You looked around again. A plan started to form in your head and you followed your instinct through it, knowing it’d lead somewhere good at some point. After a few minutes of complete silence, you finally have it all figured out.
“Tiny genius has an idea”, announced Loki, who apparently was reading your mind the whole time. You looked at Bucky and he nodded, as he made his way through the room, destroying every camera and microphone he was able to find.
“We’re listening now”.
“Alright. Look”. You took out of your pocket a whiteboard marker and started scribbling nonsense on the tiles of the wall. Loki and Bucky shared a concerned look. You explained the whole plan, head to toes. It included explosions, illusions of dead bodies and infiltrations of high risk throughout the building. But they didn’t seem fazed at the difficulty of the idea. “Any questions?”.
“Yeah. Do you always carry a whiteboard marker or just on very dangerous missions?”, asked Bucky.
“Oh. No, always. Anyways, what do you think of the plan?”.
“I think you’re nuts”, said Bucky. Loki was paying very little attention and you doubted he even heard your plan. You sighed.
“Look, Barnes. My poor self preservation instincts are what got me in this Stark internship in the first place, so if you’re gonna insult my nuttery consider how far it got me”, you answered, pointing at him with the marker. “And you, did you even hear it? What do you think?”.
“Oh, yes. I think you’re out of your mind”.
“Are you kidding me, Loki? You did worse things”.
“But I support your idea. It 's madness. It’ll work”, he added, and you smirked.
“Well, it’s better than the alternative, at least”, accepted Bucky. “So, we have an escape plan, but we don’t have an actual plan to get the mission done, you realize that?”.
“We can figure it out once we’re out of sight from the Hydra toys”.
“You know, I don’t know what is it with you, Steve and Sam, but you guys never have plans, and it gets on my nerves”.
“I have a plan, I always have a plan, Buck. That’s my part of the job. Just… trust me, okay?”, you asked.
“You’re getting kinda hard to trust”, he said crossing his arms.
“I trust you”, added Loki after long seconds of painful silence. You felt the need to ask him why on Earth would he trust you, when not even your best friend trusted you on this one. But he looked at you with a glimmer of certainty in his eyes, and you didn’t want to push it, or make it vanish.
When everything was already set, Loki made the highly realistic illusions of your dead bodies (it even gave you chills, but you wouldn’t admit that, of course not). Bucky ran his hand through the pavement floor at the same time that you threw your watch against it, causing an explosion. You three flew away from the impact. You realized you haven’t thought this part very thoroughly, since they could obviously take the impact (a God and a supersoldier, why wouldn’t they?), but you were a mere human mortal with no superpowers or super suits.
You couldn’t look around as you fell from the building, since the remains of the room were falling apart, and the smoke and fire from the explosion were overwhelmingly close to your eyes, but you could sense you still had enough time to find the button on your suit to get the parachute on. You just had to find the damn button, that it was…
Loki grabbed you instantly, covering you with his whole body before the impact, making sure you didn’t even get a scratch. Then you realized you maybe didn’t have the parachute back-up plan under control, after all.
“Well, that was bigger than I had anticipated”, you said, getting up from Loki’s tired body and brushing off some ashes. He stayed there and sighed. “Now we know where we were. 5th floor, apparently”.
“And now we’re not even inside the building, as we needed. Great. Smart”.
“You know, I’d say this is a win. We’re not being held hostage now, and we have enough time to recalculate the plan from the outside. Less risk of getting…”. But you were interrupted by the cocking guns of the seven guards surrounding you.
“No, please, let them finish their sentence”, said Loki sarcastically, still laying on the smashed floor. “getting caught, were you gonna say?”.
“Well, yes. But I think, given the current circumstances, that you’d differ”.
“What could possibly make you think that?”.
“Not the time, guys”, cut Bucky, getting up and knocking down two guards. You fought with one of them. Loki didn’t even bother in body-to-body combat, and casted them away, fading their bodies into thin air.
“Where did you take them?”, asked Bucky.
“The explosion”.
“Are you stupid? They’ll notice the bodies are fake!”.
“No, not the past explosion. The current explosion”, he explained, and behind him you heard a building collapsing in the distance. You didn’t even ask. What for. Honestly.
After a while of walking around and not really getting anything from it, Bucky finally asked:
“So, the watch. Is it normal for you to keep explosive reactive components in there, or was that just part of a very premeditated plan we weren’t aware of?”.
“Oh, it was just a precaution I have. In case of emergencies”, you explained. They decided it would be better to not ask you why and how could you possibly keep pulling weirdly necessary things in the strangest moments. Why would they bother. Honestly.
You touched your earbud, trying to communicate with Stark. He was supposed to be in the line at some time around that, but, well, you didn’t have your watch with you anymore. Gladly, he answered. He said he was getting the coordinates to a hotel room, and he’d take you three to a different place than the anticipated, far away from that Hydra base. You needed time to establish, refill energy and make a better plan. Better than blowing things up. You had some time to spare now that you were temporarily presumed death.
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An Inheritance Chapter Twenty-One
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What? How high? Aye, I am on the way.”  She looks at him, the question in her eyes. “The twins have a fever.”
 
“How high?” It has been years since she worked directly with patients but some things you don’t forget.
 
“38.3” He is frantic, running his hands through his hair, his eyes far away.
 
“Come on. Let’s go.” She takes his hand and they hurry back to Lallybroch. Entering, they find Jenny holding both fussy babies.
 
“They woke and I went to change them and felt the heat right away.” She explains as they both reach for a baby. Claire takes Faith, who looks at her with glazed eyes.
 
“I know baby. Let’s see if we can figure out what is wrong.” She turns to her aunt, “Did you take their temperatures rectally?” She feels hotter then 101.
 
“No, under their arms. It was easier with two of them.” Claire, the doctor, takes over.
 
“Okay, we need rectal temps. Let’s get them stripped down to their nappies.”
 
“They will shiver. They were already, that is why..” She has them wrapped up in blankets. “was trying to sweat it out.”
 
Claire nods. That is sometimes appropriate. Just not now. “You did well. We just need to..”
 
“Nae offense Claire, it is just I’ve been a mam for ten years with my own, longer with Jamie, and you’ve yet to have..”
 
“True, but I am a physician.” Jenny stands, her eyes wide and mouth open.
 
“I dinna ken. I ‘m sorry.”
 
“It is alright. You only know me as your neighbor, redoing Leoch.” As she speaks, she strips Faith of her blanket and clothes. Jamie does the same with Willie. “I am a hospital administrator. Or was. Not sure now but always a doctor.” She removes her nappy and reaches for the thermometer. Faith weakly cries when it is inserted. “I know little lady. I know. You don’t like that. It will only be for a second. I promise.” Back to Jenny. “When you changed their nappies, how wet were they?”
 
She knows what she is asking and frowns as she answers, “Not wet enough. Not near wet enough.”
 
Claire nods as she removes the beeping thermometer. “39.4” She says. “Shit!”  Willie’s is near the same. “Call their pediatrician.”
 
Jamie holds his son, who lays lethargic against him, and feels shame run through him. “I haven’t gotten them one yet. I don’t know who the Duscany’s used. Shall I ring them?”
 
She thinks quickly. They would tell him and then try to use it against him. They would probably be sent to hospital anyway. It is information he needs but, first things first. He can get the information from them when they are well. “No. Let’s get them to hospital.”
 
They rush in, each holding a twin, just in their nappies. “We need to see someone now! My children have high fevers.”
 
But right now isn’t what they have in mind. Registration, where Jamie removes the Duscany’s from their contacts and adds Claire and Jenny and Ian. Triage follows. When the nurse there takes their temperatures, she immediately flags their chart as an level one emergency. They are taken right back.
 
“Mam, when did the fever start?” the doctor asks.  Mam? Well, it is easily assumed, as she rocks a fussy Willie against her. Jamie answers, explaining all that happened. “We will start with a basic exam. Most times it is the ears or throat that causes infant’s fevers.”
 
“Even  this high?”
 
“Yes, Mr. Fraser. Fevers are caused by their immune system kicking into high gear. The white blood cells multiply and that raises the body temperature, releasing more white blood cells. A wonderful system. You shouldn’t give fever meds unless it is over 39°. As it is, we will, for their comfort. The body knows what it is doing.” She explains.
 
A exam confirms her theory. They both have inflamed ears. Jamie is relieved it is so simple. As is Claire. “Easily treated. Will you prescribe oral or ear drop antibiotics?”
 
The doctor looks at her with impression. “You know something about medicine.”
 
“A bit. Dr. Beauchamp, hospital administrator at London’ St. Bartholomew’s. “
 
“No I feel stupid for explaining fevers to your husband. I am sure that you already…”
 
“We aren’t married. Dating and neighbors. I am not their mam, either.”
 
“Well goodness. I guess it is right what they say about assuming. Sorry Dr. Beauchamp. As for your question, I have found ear drops more successful in this type of cases.. What is your opinion?”
 
“I agree. Less chance of antibiotic resistant later.”
 
“Just so.”
 
An hour after entering hospital, they are leaving with calmer babies. The ear drops, administered after ones for pain, had helped. As had the suppository of paracetamol. They leave with scripts for all three. Jamie runs into the drug to get them filled while Claire waits with the twins. They are soon home to give Jenny and Ian the good news.   
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An Art of Balance #31
Orion Amari x MC
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A/N: Azariah Steele belongs to the fabulous @cursebreakerfarrier
Word Count: ~ 2.500
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Chapter 31: A Matter of Nerves
The sun was already hanging low in the sky when Lizzie left the castle in search of her friend. She took a moment to enjoy the last warm rays that were painting the landscape around her in hues of orange before the cold of the night would creep up on them. The air was still pleasantly mellow, the heat of the day radiating off the stone walls of the school. If she listened closely, she could hear voices and music drifting over to her from the training grounds where the pre-match party had undoubtedly begun by now.
Ignoring the compelling beat of what sounded suspiciously like The Weird Sisters playing, Lizzie walked past the path leading around the castle to where the party was going down. She nodded to quite a few people walking into the direction she was coming from, all exchanging astounded looks; after all, Lizzie had become somewhat of a staple on every pre-match party, no matter who would be playing the next day.
But now wasn’t the time to enjoy herself in order to take her mind off tomorrow; she had to check whether Skye was alright and there was only one place where she would be hiding from the rest of the world.
Lizzie was glad when the seemingly endless flow of people lessened and the ground became emptier the further she walked away from the castle. It was a peaceful summer evening, one of those Lizzie liked best; she could hear the crickets chirping in the wide meadows stretching between the castle and the Forbidden Forest, which had already begun to sink into the coming darkness. A light breeze shifted Lizzie’s hair, smelling of warm grass and pine trees.
The Quidditch pitch lay very quiet and deserted in the golden light of the sunset. It was a strange thought that it would be flooded with people tomorrow, the sound of the crowd drowning everything else. It made the silence hanging over the stands and its wooden towers that much more poignant, as if the whole stadium was taking a last breath before the impending storm.
Lizzie had never understood why Skye took her refuge here of all places. She found nothing calming about the atmosphere; if anything, the knowledge that she would have to perform in this exact same spot, which was now lying so peacefully in the evening glow, made Lizzie feel even more anxious. But then again, despite all their similarities, Skye and Lizzie just weren’t alike in some ways.
But when she climbed the rickety stairs and emerged on top of the stands, her eyes swept over the scenery again. The sunlight reflecting off the banners hanging from the wooden towers made them look like they were set on fire, a mixture of golden hues and shades of red. The megaphone attached to Murphy’s commentary box was gleaming so brightly Lizzie had to look away after a moment.
Come to think of it, the place had its own kind of beauty after all.
Lizzie continued walking along the stands, trying to shut out the memory of the last time she’d been here outside of a match. She had spotted Skye as soon as she had entered the wooden construction; she was sitting in the first row a little bit ahead of her, her chin resting on her arms that were crossed on the railing in front of her. Lost in her thoughts, she was watching the goalposts quietly, holding a piece of parchment clutched in her fist.
Lizzie recalled the last time she had come to find Skye hiding from Penny up here. So much had happened since then; it felt more like a lifetime than only one school year ago.
Skye tore her gaze away from the glinting hoops for a moment when she heard her approach. Lizzie quietly sat down next to her and Skye smiled melancholically, nodding her head towards the pitch stretching out below them.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Lizzie replied noncommittally, testing the waters for Skye’s mood.
“Believe it or not, this is how I like it best; the pitch, I mean,” Skye continued as if she hadn’t heard Lizzie’s reply. “When you’re flying by the packed stands and the crowd’s going wild for you, that’s a smashing feeling and all, don’t get me wrong; but no one really appreciates the place itself.”
She pushed herself back from the railing and leaned against the wood making up the footrest of the second row behind her. “A Quidditch pitch is something steady, you know? No matter where you’re going, the pitch remains the same; same lawn, same goalposts, same open sky,” she explained. “I’ve seen more Quidditch pitches than I can remember but when you’re sitting up on the stands all on your own, there’s always something peaceful about it.”
“I guess everyone has their personal way of finding a place of peace,” Lizzie agreed. “Orion meditates, I go to the reserve and you come here.”
“It’s the only place I can have a proper think; it gives me exactly what I need. Before a match, there’s already this incredible energy, as if everything is holding its breath in anticipation; and when all is done, it’s calm again but still so full of life, as if you can still hear the cheers on the stands… ” Skye blinked incredulously as she trailed off. “Blimey, I’m starting to sound like Orion, ain’t I?”
Lizzie chuckled. “A little bit, yeah; but I don’t mind.”
“Of course you don’t,” Skye teased, making Lizzie shove her playfully.
“Low blow, Parkin.” A few days ago, Skye’s remark probably would have hurt her and left her feeling down, but now she was able to just let it pass; ever since talking to Orion back in the changing room, somehow, she felt different.
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Lizzie now got to the point of why they were actually here.
Skye raised her hand still clutching the parchment, which Lizzie assumed was the letter Penny had spoken about.
“It’s my dad,” Skye sighed, “he’s hurt again.”
Lizzie’s face twisted in sympathy. “Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. Is it something major?”
“No, just a dislocated shoulder, they fixed him right back up. But he’ll be missing the final matches of the season.” She sighed again. “I’ve been knowing that for ages, though.”
Confused, Lizzie tilted her head to the side. “What’s the problem then? What did his letter say?”
“He told me he’s going to be here tomorrow,” Skye told her quietly. “He didn’t tell me earlier because he wanted it to be a surprise.” She opened the folded letter up and quoted, “He ‘wants to watch his little girl hoist up the cup’.”
Skye sighed deeply and gripped the railing in front of them tightly as she shook her head. “I don’t know if I can do this, Lizzie. What if we don’t win? Don’t want to sound like McNully, but our odds really aren’t the best.”
“Come on now, they’re not that bad. We have as good a shot as Gryffindor at winning.”
“Maybe, but a good shot’s not enough,” Skye replied. She was turning the letter around in her hands over and over again, tapping her foot against the wooden balustrade. “Quidditch is the only way I know to really get through to him. He’s expecting only the best from me; I can’t disappoint him.”
Her distress was palpable as she tugged on the hem of her jacket sleeves. “I just want to hear him tell me that he’s proud of me this one time,” she finished quietly.
Lizzie’s face softened at Skye’s confession. “Oh Skye, of course he’s proud of you! How couldn’t he be? You’re his daughter after all, he loves you. He has a weird way of showing it but he does. If he didn’t, he would never be so invested in how our team’s doing; it’s not because of Quidditch, it’s because of you. You could never disappoint him.”
Skye looked at her doubtfully, but also with a touch of hope; she wanted to believe Lizzie was right. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
Not entirely convinced, Skye sighed again. “But what if something goes wrong?”
“Well, with that attitude it certainly will,” Lizzie told her off jokingly. When she saw Skye hanging her head though, she leaned forward to catch her eye.
“Listen up, Parkin, remember what you drilled into me? ‘No heartache, no distractions’. It helped me get a grip again and the same now goes for you.”
“Can’t really call that heartache though,” Skye huffed.
“Maybe not in the traditional way, but it’s definitely distracting you and we don’t need that right now.” Lizzie leaned in and lowered her voice conspiratorially. “Apparently, Azariah, the Gryffindor Keeper, has been joking that we won’t get one shot past him tomorrow. Do you think we can let that stand?”
“Absolutely not,” Skye answered immediately, a lopsided grin forming on her face. She was already looking a lot more like her old, fiery self again. “He’ll have no idea what’s coming at him.”
“Exactly,” Lizzie concurred, “And not only will we show Gryffindor how it’s done, but the whole school and your dad are going to see what we’re capable of. We’re going to show your dad something he’s never seen before.”
Skye raised her eyebrows. “What would that be, though? I’m a Parkin after all. Dad’s the one having trained us ever since we were in our nappies. He knows exactly what a Parkin can do on a broomstick.”
“But he won’t be seeing any old Parkin play,” Lizzie corrected her. “What he’ll be seeing is the one and only SkyeParkin; flying ace, Chaser prodigy, nuisance extraordinaire.”
She grinned as Skye started laughing at her over dramatic praises before she continued more seriously, “When you just do what you’re doing best, your dad won’t even know what hit him.”
Wanting to end her pep talk on a lighter note, Lizzie added, “And if that’s still not enough for you, look at it that way: if there ever was an opportunity to show off to Rath, this is it.”
Just like Lizzie had anticipated, Skye guffawed at her last words. “That’s true,” she snickered. “Bet she’s livid they beat us and we’re still playing for the Cup instead of Ravenclaw.”
“Probably,” Lizzie agreed. “I still can’t believe we turned the season around that way,” she contemplated after another moment. “The win against Slytherin was quite the team effort, wasn’t it?”
“That it was; our team’s a smashing bunch.” Skye smiled openly at her. “I know I’m not exactly the most popular one with our mates, but I still couldn’t imagine a life without you lot anymore. Orion has a point somewhere when he calls us his family.”
Lizzie smiled back at her, happy to see her friend’s mood being lifted. “I guess he has.”
Skye’s gaze swept over the stands and down to the pitch, where it lingered on the goalposts once again. With a happy sigh she leaned back and watched the last traces of red fade from the darkening evening sky.
“Remember the first time we’ve been up here, way back in our second year?”
Lizzie chuckled at the memory. “Of course I do; can’t believe how long ago that was. I tried helping you with Charms; I still can’t believe you maimed that poor book like you did. And made me ride a jinxed broomstick,” she couldn’t help but add wryly.
Skye started giggling as well. “And set some Bludgers on you,” she recalled cheerily.
“And set some Bludgers on me.” Lizzie didn’t quite share her amusement, though.
Still laughing, Skye nudged her with her elbow. “But look how far you’ve come since then. I don’t know that many who can hold a candle to you now.”
Blushing at the compliment, Lizzie twisted the ends of her ponytail between her fingers and smirked. “I’ll give you that, it worked. Although your teaching methods definitely weren’t what you’d call conventional.”
Skye only grinned at that. “Maybe, but neither one of us is conventional either.”
“True,” Lizzie laughed lightly. “I’m glad everything went how it did, though.”
“Me too; if anyone had told me back then we’d be mates I’d have called them bonkers, but here we are. You’re certainly one of the best mates I’ve ever had,” Skye continued in a more serious fashion, “cheers for putting up with me all of the time; I know I can be quite the handful.”
Lizzie shook her head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
They were silent for a bit, listening to the wind that had picked up rustling through the House banners below them.
It was Skye who spoke up again after some time. “Can’t believe the year’s almost over now. I’m sorry it wasn’t the best one for you, though; this whole situation is sucking big time. I’m not saying that because of the team, but because of you.”
Her eyes flickered over to Lizzie momentarily before she continued. “Maybe you and Orion will find a way after all. If any of my mates deserve to be happy, it’s you guys.”
Lizzie sighed; she had hoped this topic wouldn’t come up. “I think I made my peace with it, in a way. It’s not like I can change the way things are now anyway. It’s my fault everything blew up in my face, so it’s only fair I have to deal with the consequences now.”
She shifted her weight and made a conscious effort not to fiddle with the birthstone pendant she knew was resting under her jersey. “But let’s not talk about this now, alright? All I want to focus onis the match and getting our hands on that God forsaken Cup. After that, we’ll see what happens; it’s one step after the other.”
Lizzie clapped her hands on her knees, the sharp sound echoing across the silent stands and rose to her feet. “Speaking about it, my personal next step is going to the pre-match party, they’re probably waiting for us by now. Are you coming?”
To her surprise, Skye shook her head. “No, go ahead without me, maybe I’ll catch you later. I want to stay here for a bit now.”
Once again, her green eyes followed the perimeter of the stands facing them. Darkness had begun to settle over the pitch, the commentary box was barely discernible anymore.
“Need to set my mind for tomorrow properly. You’re right, Jameson, it’s full focus on winning now, everything else has to wait until after that bloody Cup is ours; it’s one step after the other.”
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avada-kedavrugh · 4 years
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Biggest Mistake
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Summary | Imagine Jimin is your best friend and you’re hopelessly in love with him. See what happens with a fun old sprinkle of angst :)
This was a fan fiction I wrote like 2 years ago and I haven’t reread it properly but felt like posting it here
Pairing | Jimin x Reader
Genre | Unrequited? Love AU/ Best friend’s AU
Words | 2975
The blinding smile on his face grew as his eyes caught sight of you, the smile growing into a glowing grin that only became larger as he broke into a sprint, running towards you, mouthing the words you always longed to hear him say…
The thunderous sound of slamming against your front door was the rude interruption to your heavenly dream, a sigh escaped your lips as you struggled to open one eye, which quickly became disoriented to the sudden entry of dim light that squeezed itself through the curtains as you made an attempt to find out the time the demonic invader had decided to arrive.
Your eyes caught sight of your phone and with immense effort you attempted to perch forward and reach your phone, surprisingly, finding yourself crashing onto the floor in a wave of duvet and hair and an immense wave of pain.
“Y/N…” You heard a recognisable voice yell, probably disturbed by the loud sound, unaware of the sound that raced from your own chest “Are you alright?”
With a new and sudden wave of motivation you found yourself quickly stumbling towards the door, trying to make yourself look at least a tiny bit presentable after being woken up in the middle of the fucking night, or as some might say, 7am. Finally, opening the door you sighed, remembering the dream you had previously been indulging yourself in that had now been annoying ruined by your visitor.
“It’s my day off Ji-“ You began to complain.
That was until your eyes caught sight of him, the bowl cut blonde with a wide grin that only managed to make your own mouth fall as you took in the astonishing sight that you sadly were still not used to.
“Are you okay Y/N?” He eyebrows furrowing in concern as your eyes kept fixed upon his face
“Ye-Yeah,” You finally spluttered out, mouth moving back into an acceptable position of non-drawling “I thought I had been pranked, I almost didn’t see you down there” You teased, memorising the mix of amusement and irritation in his face as he moved closer to you, making your heart race, only worsened as he lightly hit your arm before brushing past you, entering your home, and simultaneously your heart.
“So, what brings you here?” You spoke, finally feeling the tiredness escape as your heart seemingly raced into action under the drowning beauty of Jimin.
“Well…I need you.”
Your eyes popped out of your sockets, as you looked at him, mouth once again mimicking that of a fish, as you attempted to splutter out a response while he just continued to smirk to himself, watching the red flush that spread across your cheeks.
“I need you to help me buy Hyuna a present.” He finally finished, gaging your reaction as you gradually returned to a mostly composed, perhaps almost human-like figure.
“Oh. Any reason? Or are you two just that lovey dovey?” You mocked, mind flashing back to the disgusting sights of Jimin with his tongue down her throat or with his arm snaked around her waist, the pair tightly wrapped together.
“It’s almost Valentine’s Day.” Jimin said, his eyes flickering with pity as you realised the date, realised your loneliness, and realised how fucked you were for falling in love with your best friend, particularly one that was now doing very well drowning his girlfriend with his tongue, completely unaware of the tears of sorrow you drowned yourself in after seeing the two together.
“Really? Where’s my date then?” You chuckled, his face finally lighting up
“Aren’t I good enough?” He laughed
“Of course, you are, but there’s something sort of in the way, the lil issue of your girlfriend, maybe?” You joked back, most of you hoping he never realisd  the truth within your jokes, though a sinister part of you begs for him to realise and finally confess his feelings to you, feelings, that were definitely non-existent.
Snapping back up to look at him you found his eyes looking at you with an unrecognisable expression, almost reading your own eyes for something, maybe he would finally understand the feeling of drowning in his eyes.
“I’ll help,” You started, snapping him out of his daze, as his eyes and lips curled up into a smile, grabbing your coat and shoes, ignoring how disastrous you looked at the dumb hour of the morning that you were sure, no one – except Jimin the clearly inhuman being – was awake at “Let’s go.”
You found yourself utterly wrong about the lack of humanity in a shopping centre at 7:30am, convincing you of the insanity of the human race. You had your hand clutched to Jimin's wrist as you attempted to manoeuvre out of the way of the groups of people emerging in the shops, silently judging you for your atrocious, ape-like appearance while you stood beside the groomed, angelic boy who was prepared for all the girls that threw glances obvious at him. Feeling the eyes on you, your heart racing and your mind repeating insults to yourself, you desperately entered a store, ignoring its contents as you tried to find an empty area to allow yourself to prepare for the judgemental stares the people gave. Summoning up all your courage you finally stopped and turned to look at the man who had just allowed you to drag him into the abandoned corner of a random store, his eyes observing the contents of the store around him.
“Did you have any ideas?” You asked him, his eyes finally snapping to meet yours with a hearty chuckle as his response
"Well certainly not this stuff." He laughed, throwing a look towards the items around the store. You turned your eyes towards the shelves, taking in the stacks of nappies that lined them, allowing yourself to glance around the store your eyes took in colourful toys, baby clothes, tiny items of furniture and the staff at the front of the store that had their eyes fixed upon the two of you, smiling as they whispered between each other.
You had bought Jimin to a baby store, you had bought Park fucking Jimin to a baby store.
"Are you really this lonely Y/N?" He began to tease, a smirk etched into his face as you furrowed your eyebrows at him
"I understand, it's okay…” Your face shone a bright shade of red while Jimin just continued to shine like the angel he was, despite his demonic teasing “I'll be your baby daddy."
His crude joke emphasised by his wink caused you to choke as you wished he would shut up as he laughed at your embarrassment
"I think I'd want someone way more attractive to be the father of my child." You finally muttered back, his teasing taking all your confidence as his own eyebrows rose to question you further but after a moment of silence he finally continued.
"Well, Tae's free." He wiggled his eyebrows slightly "And it is Valentine' Day soon." The suggestion bought your face to complete redness as you delivered a slight slap to his arm and a glare. He finally went silent before turning around and throwing a look to you
"Let's go?" You asked
"Really? I was looking forward to looking at all these nappies" He teased before grabbing your hand and beginning to pull you out.
“Lingerie, really?” You spluttered, eyes wide when you finally realised Jimin’s destination as he dragged you towards the store. You didn’t think it could get any worse than being woken up early in the morning, dragged to the mall then being judged for your untamed hair, baggy clothes and exhausted face, topped off by pulling your crush into a baby store, but no, like most of your ideas, you had been entirely wrong – something you only realised as your face grew to be the same crimson colour of the lacy bra in the stores window.
“Come on, what else would you get your girlfriend for Valentine’s Day? Don’t pretend none of your boyfriend’s have ever given you lingerie.” Your eyes left his face as he mentioned the word ‘boyfriend’, instead they became intrigued in the plain wooden flooring of the lingerie store, eyes avoiding both Jimin and the underwear around you. You had had boyfriend’s in the past, well, a boyfriend.
His name was, well, is Jungkook. You had been teenagers when you got together, still living for the adventure and thrill of life which made for a whirlwind romance. The relationship began in the long summer days, days spent curled up beside Jungkook – playing Overwatch, reading comic books or going for road trips. Meanwhile, the nights were spent curled up beneath Jungkook in a typical teenage lust fuelled night. Looking back on it, you had abandoned Jimin, ignoring his messages or avoiding him when you saw him, but when the long summer days ended and the cold winter began to settle in, the warmth between you and Jungkook began to vanish until finally you both decided it was time. It was that day when you finally went to see Jimin, tears running down your face, his eyes looked at you with concern over spilling from the edges of his wide eyes before pulling you into a hug and never mentioning the months you had avoided him, ignoring his messages for days and finally replying to his messages with a blunt response. You had spent the cold night sat nestled beside him on his bed, a level of intimacy you had been having with another boy only a few days before, a boy you had now lost despite the times you told each other “I love you”. You like to tell yourself that was your excuse, your excuse for what happened next, sometimes you even wonder what his was.
He had kissed you. Jimin. Jimin had kissed you. Lip on lip. His hands had tugged you closer to him, trying to conjoin the two of you, your lips already joined in a heart-warming, intimate kiss. That you returned. He had pushed you against his bed, his body hovering over you, eyes flickering between concern, lust and an unrecognisable emotion. His eyes scanned over your face, searing into your skin as he searched for something, his eyes almost pleading to register something from your face. Sensing his conflict, you finally nodded, another mistake you had made that day, another one you liked to excuse with the argument of being a heartbroken teenager, still desperate for a thrill. His lips curled up into a smile though his eyes continued their search with concern flickering in his eyes.
You made another mistake, you pulled him down towards you, tugging on his white t-shirt that clung onto the muscles that were carved into his body. His lips finally reconnected with yours, more lust in the kiss as his hands started to journey across your body, taking their time while you desperately kissed him. His body was pressed against yours, the throb in your stomach worsened by the feel of his muscles against yours and his member prodding against your thigh. Your hands quickly moved down his upper body, memorising his muscles along the way as your hand found itself by his crotch, preparing to please him. Sensing your intentions, his hand curled up around your wrist, ceasing your desires as he slightly pulled himself away. His eyes, that drowned with emotion, taking in the sight of your face as the sound of heavy breathing filled the room.
“Why did you stop?” You finally sighed, eyes mirroring his previous look of concern. The room remained silent as his eyes, that hid so many emotions, continued to memorise each detail of your face. “Did I do something wrong?” His mouth remained shut, his eyes looking conflicted. “Jimin?” You called to him, trying to awake the boy that had awoken a desperate lust in you.
His eyes finally stopped darting across your face, meeting yours as he gave you a hasty shake of his head “You did nothing wrong,” He muttered “It was better than how I always imagined it would be…”
You never got to question him about that, you were about to, your eyebrows curling down as you realised the implications held in his words. You opened your mouth about to ask him but immediately closed it, not in fear of what could happen to your relationship, but because of your realisation of the internal conflict he was clearly having, as his eyes became emotionless.
“Jimin…” You began, hand reaching out to stroke his cheek, attempting to caress his hidden words from his puffy lips that desperately held them in.
After all your mistakes, his finally came. This was his mistake.
“I love you.” The words tumbling from his lips before he could stop them, his eyes flashing in fear as he looked at you again.
That was his mistake, and your next one was pushing him off, darting out of his room, rushing down the stairs, slamming his front door and running all the way back home. But your biggest mistake was falling in love with him.
“Hyuna would also look really hot in lingerie…or anything…or nothing.” Jimin’s words finally snapped you out of your thoughts, as you gave him a light slap to the arm and a look of disgust.
“Ew, next you’ll be telling me about your porn collection.” His mouth opened as he was about to speak, his smirk worrying you so you quickly interrupted him “Don’t even dare Park Jimin.”
His plump lips – that you wish were moving to kiss yours - moved into a pout as he feigned pain but his acting was ruined by the amusement evident in his bright eyes.
“Awh, really Y/N?” His elbow lightly jabbed you as he attempted to tease you, making you forget all the people in the store “You sure? What if I’m in it?”
“Then I don’t want to watch some vomit inducing porn Jimin.” You returned, a smirk curling up on your lips as his pout became more prominent as he mimicked a child. You laughed at him as he returned it, the sound of his laughter singing in your ears making your grin only wider.
“I bet you would watch it if Tae was in it.” He smirked back
“Of course.” You winked at him, enjoying his acting as he once again pretended be offended, hand dramatically falling against his forehead.  
“I hate you Y/N.”
“You love me really.” You teased, preparing for your next teasing comment.
But his next words left you wordless and instead a spluttering mess of a human as his eyes returned to yours, his voice sounding sincere “I do.”
Your mind flashed back to that moment over a year ago in his bedroom, maybe you would finally get your chance to confess, kiss him and never see him with Hyuna again Your mind was buzzing, words stumbling in your mind, Jimin’s face remained expressionless as his eyes read yours.
“Wh-Wha-What?” You finally spluttered out
His face changed into a look of amusement as he finally replied “What did you expect Y/N? You are my best friend.” He lavished in your embarrassment as your eyes darted away from him once again, taking in the sight of people quickly glancing away from the two of you, trying to hide the clear fact that they had been listening in. Your embarrassment worsened and an anger grew in you as you realised people had watched your commotion and probably witnessed how flustered his words made you.
“Jimin, you can’t just say that stuff.” You growled, attempting to glare at him with a menacing look, which he just frowned at.
“Why not Y/N?” He began “You are my best friend.”
“Because…because what if I thought you were being serious?” His eyes flashed with emotion before he looked at you again with a confused look
“What if I thought you actually, properly liked me?” You continued, leaving his mouth falling open “You can’t just say that shit to me Jimin. You can’t just act like I’m one of your male friends, have a girlfriend, a girlfriend you want me to help you buy lingerie for and then tell me you love me. It doesn’t work like that Jimin. What if I actually liked you? I don’t. But if I did maybe you’d be hurting my feelings?” His eyes and mouth were wide as he looked at you with shock, the silence between you became deafening as you began to drown in the look upon his face. You finally shook your head, beginning to turn away from him. Maybe you could finally fix your mistakes.  
“Just forget it Jimin. I’m going to go. Please don’t try to message me Jimin, I really won’t want to talk to you.” You started to walk away, the prying eyes of the people around you darting to look at the floor in front of them that seemingly held all their interest. Jimin’s eyes didn’t dart away and watched your figure as you took another step away, you stopped suddenly, releasing a sigh before turning back to look at him. Jimin hoped for a moment you were going to stay with him, though he realised it was selfish, an utterly selfish desire that he didn’t even have any guilt for having.  
“You should buy Hyuna some purple silky lingerie, she liked it before.” Your finger pointing towards a set of lingerie that had caught your eye and had also caught Hyuna’s a few weeks ago when you had been forced to go shopping with her, Jimin’s eyes didn’t follow your finger and instead widened at your words, shocked by your final words to him after such a dramatic goodbye. And then you walked away. And he didn’t run after you.
Perhaps that was Jimin’s biggest mistake.  
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remedialpotions · 4 years
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So I saw a post- one that I actually noticed you liked as well...but what's your take on Hermione persuading Ron to take his muggle driving test/how Ron was convinced he should do so (maybe even on his own)?
“She’s eleven,” said Hermione miserably. “Eleven.”
“I know,” replied Ron as he climbed into bed beside her. “We’ve just had a whole party about it.”
“But I still can’t believe it.” Hermione’s head dropped back against her pillow, a few rogue curls escaping the knot of hair at the base of her neck. “Remember when she was born?”
“Yeah,” Ron chuckled, “vaguely.”
“It feels like it was - I don’t want to say yesterday, of course it doesn’t feel like it was yesterday but there’s no way it was eleven years ago.” Restless, Hermione sat back up. “And before we know it, the summer will have ended and she’ll be off to Hogwarts.”
“I know.” Ron felt a familiar little squeeze around his heart; it was happening more and more lately when he thought about his little girl, the precious, headstrong, whip-smart light of his life, boarding a train and leaving him behind. “But she’s so excited about it.”
“She’s probably going to forget all about us,” Hermione lamented. “She’ll be throwing our letters in the bin by October.”
“I really wouldn’t go that far.” Ron reached out to place his hand over Hermione’s, squeezing lightly. “I thought that was the whole point of, y’know, teaching them to read and do maths and everything, though. So they can grow up and be on their own.”
“I just wish they’d stay small for longer.”
Ron didn’t disagree. All day, while his daughter had played Quidditch with her cousins and opened gifts and exulted in the simple joys of a day dedicated to celebrating her, a barrage of memories had forced its way through his mind: the pink-cheeked bundle sleeping on his chest, the toddler who flung her arms around his knees with unadulterated glee when he arrived home from work, the little girl sat astride his shoulders at the London Zoo. For her to be eleven, on the cusp of brewing potions and transfiguring matches into needles and levitating feathers… he had not expected it, but it felt like a loss. 
“We could always just have another, then,” said Ron with a grin, “if you’re so desperate to have a baby around.”
Hermione’s head swiveled slowly toward him. “Have you gone mad?”
“Oh, come on.” He rolled over to face her. “Doesn’t that sound fun? Nappies and midnight feedings - oh, and teething! Teething’s the best-“
Her eyes narrowed - but even so, Ron detected just a touch of amusement playing on the corners of her mouth. “Are you quite done?”
He laughed heartily, then, a small thrill of satisfaction rushing through him at the exasperation on her face. “So that’s a no, then, on the baby?”
“I think you already knew that.”
Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers, and her expression softened. “It is strange, though,” he agreed, “that we’ll actually be sending off one of our own at the platform this year.”
“I’ll have to check that my dad’s old car still runs,” said Hermione thoughtfully. “We hardly ever use it.”
For years they had tagged along on the first of September to see off their nieces and nephews, starting with Teddy’s first year. But they always Apparated there, with the exception of the past few years when Rose and Hugo had wanted to join in, and then Hermione had driven an old vehicle that used to belong to her parents. Most of the time, it sat parked at the kerb in front of their home, patiently waiting to be driven.
“You know,” said Ron, contemplative, “I could drive her to King’s Cross. Drive us, I mean, we’re all going. But I could get my licence.”
“You could do,” replied Hermione. “But I don’t mind doing it, really. It’s not like we use the car all the time.”
“Right, but I still reckon I should learn how. There was talk back when I was an Auror, of having us all learn how. Just in case there was some kind of emergency.”
Hermione nodded. “But you’re not an Auror anymore.”
“I know, but there could still be a - I don’t know, some kind of situation - where I might need to drive a car.” 
“I’m sorry,” she began, lips pinched to hold back laughter, “but what sort of emergency scenario are you imagining that requires you to operate a Muggle vehicle? Are you living in a spy film?”
Ron laughed along with her. “I might be! I’m just saying, you never know when it might come in handy.”
Lying back down, Hermione turned on her side to face him. “It would be nice if I didn’t always have to drive. But why now?” she asked, curious. “You haven’t really had much interest in it before.”
“Right.” Ron turned onto his back, eyes cast up at the ceiling. “I think it’s just… I don’t know, it’s probably silly.”
“No,” said Hermione softly. “It probably isn’t.”
Ron let out a slow breath. “She used to need us for everything, right? To feed her and change her nappies and read to her and generally keep her alive, and - and you’re right,” he went on ruefully, “she’s grown up so bloody fast. She doesn’t need us for a whole lot anymore, and I just want her to need me for something.”
“You’re her dad,” said Hermione, voice low and gentle. “She’ll always need you.”
“I know, but I feel like…” He turned his head towards her and their eyes locked. Warmth and reassurance glowed in hers, a soothing tonic to his nerves. “If there’s something I can still do for her, before she’s grown up and out of the house, I want to do it. Even if it’s something small like this. I know it sounds stupid-”
“No,” she interrupted with a shake of her head. “No, it doesn’t. I love you for it, actually.”
Ron allowed himself a smile. “Besides, I’ve already had some practice.”
“Have you? When?”
“I drove all the way to Hogwarts that time!” he laughed, relishing as she groaned and rolled away from him. “So it can’t be that hard.”
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Costco Carnage
@madwriterscorner  hope you enjoy, im fully dying of laughter so i hope it mads you smile at least!!
Philippe and Rebecca sat contently in the trollies constraints, happily being wheeled towards Costco by their daddy. He made delightfully silly faces, and even snuck them a Haribo for being so well behaved. Their last shopping trip, Philippe had accidently let Apollo’s glamour slip in the toilets and if it weren’t for some quick thinking, that would have been difficult to explain.
Becca from the moment ‘go’ spent the entire time thudding her legs against the plastic chair screaming for juicy juice. Her pertinence had become so unmaintainable they no longer allow ‘Uncy Baldin’ or ‘Narntie Fwebie’ to babysit, because they are like dealers encouraging addicts. They never say no and pander to her every whim.
Matthew and Diana gave eachother a sorrowful gaze before they entered through the automatic doors; Costco had been one shop they hadn’t attempted and hoped that it would fair better then whole foods.
Hint: it did not.
“Why are their television boxes in a food shop?” Matthew’s eyebrows furrowed together as his neck fell to the side in confusion
“There’s wheel burrows and dog beds by the pastries, if that’s any consolation” Diana laughed, encouraging her husband to venture further into the shop “Do not question the aisles, just enjoy the chaos”
He leant down so only she could hear “the last time I enjoyed chaos it ended in a beheading”
“Shall I question whom was at the end of the swordsman’s blade” her eyebrow tipped accusingly
“Oh look, Philippe paw patrol” his change in subject did not go a miss, and she would pester him of it later. For now their main focus was top shop and ensure nothing untoward happened.
“CAP’N TURRBOO” He wailed excitedly pointing to the toy “WANT WANT”
“How do we ask for things politely” Matthew held his sons gaze as they boy looked lost, and his little tongue poked out as his forehead wrinkled, obviously racking his brains for the answer
He looked at his sister, whom had fallen asleep, then back to his father “WANT NOW” he bellowed, thudding his legs. This action caused Becca to jolt awake and the little perfectly formed snot bubble to pop on her nose
“wa we want” she turned to her brother concerned, as if she knew he needed something and wanted to help
His little hand outstretched the figurine “CAP’N TURBO”
With a determined look, one that had almost made Matthew faint at how it resembled Baldwins, she pointed her finger and squinted “Toy pease Daddy” she smiled sweetly, though her stern look never dropped
He sighed deeply looking into the eyes of his children “Alright, you both only get one toy. This is Philippe’s Becca you best make a better choice” he reached for the figurine and placed it into the trolly and Philippe had a victorious look on his face. This time, it resembled his fathers after conquering another country.
“Oh God” Matthew started to silently pray for his children
“What wrong?” Diana appeared at their side, arms filled with tubs of Haribo aka the only sweet treats that come second to juicy juice
“Becca gives the same stern looks as Baldwin, and Philippe looks like Philippe after he’s pillaged a town” he looked wordily as his twins looked thrilled “this is going to be a long shopping trip, mon Coeur”
“Isn’t it always?” she laughed, gripping his arm tightly in comfort
 Diana looked around the baby aisle in confusion, one moment she had been by Matthews side and the next he was no where to be found “Come on shall we find your daddy and sister?” she jostled Philippe higher on her hip, took their fake dog by the lead and made way to exit the aisle.
Then she heard it, the screech of wheels scrapping along the floor and a flurry of giggles from a child.
Matthew came bounding down the aisle, bouncing the trolly up and down shouting “TURBULANCE” as Becca cackled in her chair “EMERGENCY STOP” he skidded along the slick floor, almost crashing into the nappies. Both had been in stitches, then became inconsolable when he started spinning the barrel singing ring-a-ring-a-roses.
“Matthew” Diana made his name sound like a berating “as IF it’s not troublesome enough coming on a shopping trip, you’ve attracted the attention of the entire store”
They had been in the open square of the shop, and onlooking mothers looked like they were going to wet themselves in excitement. There’s nothing more attractive then a 6”4 man doting on his children, and that he did.
His head turned to the side and boasted a sloppy grin “there was turbulence”
Becca had giggled, cackled and squealed in delight at the motions she had been put through “Mummy a meanie”
“Mummy is not a meanie Becca do not be so rude” her father smiled, leaning to her ear “she’s a spoil sport”
She had never head her daughter laugh so much, and opted not to comment as she ad been kept entertained during the trip. She would however be having a few choice words with her husband about this trip when they returned home.
 Greatfully, the trip had been largely successful until the last hurdle; the till. Philippe was unusually whiney today, and refused to sit still. His sister however had again fallen asleep, drooling everywhere.
The last few items had yet to be scanned, and then all hell broke loose “FWWEEE APPOLLO” Diana’s eyes grew wide as the dog started to morph back to its rightful state and she felt the panic rising. Everything turned into slow motion, without scanning the remainder of the items she threw them into the barrel and Matthew bundled the contorting bird into his arms. He tried his best to smother it, to prevent on lookers from seeing and he was largely successful.
They ran, as quick as Diana’s human pace could take them, and sped towards their car. They faintly heard the security guards screaming their names at their partial tea-leafing escapade. though they did not care, they had a dog bird to attend to. Matthew would have Baldwin rectify the £7.99 difference some other time.
Beads of sweat dripped from Diana as they skidded out of the car park, pelting out of the area as quick as possible. In a rush they had even dumped the trolly in the boot, and they would certainly return the stolen item. Perhaps in a few decades, though.
She looked at Matthew whom looked paler then normal and burst into laughter “That is one trip to add to the list, isn’t that right children” she looked over her shoulder to the back seats and sickness rose in her throat the high chairs were empty
“MATTHEW THE CHILDREN” She bellowed, and he looked through the visor in panic
“OH GOD THE CHILDREN” His eyes had only met the beady ones of Apollo who simply cooed and plucked his feathers from the middle seat
He veered the car off to the side of the road in panic as his rationale had taken over. He realised the mistake before Diana had. They stepped from the car and Matthew pelted to Diana’s side, pulling her to the back of the car “What are you doing? We need to go back – the chil-“
Her sentence was cut short, when he opened the boot and her vision was met with a snoring Becca and gleeful Philippe chomping on a galaxy bar.
They had dumped the children in the boot in midst of chaos.
They would never hear the end of it from Baldwin, whom will most definitely find out from his darling Cara.
“AGAIN AGAIN” Philippe squealed in delight, obviously having enjoyed his little rough ride.
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