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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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31 - Brilliant Daughter's

Part 32 - should I keep writing this story or should this be the end. Comment your thoughts???

Yoda's New Padawan

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7 months later

"Bail said we can check your vitals in the lab." My husband explained as we landed the ship. Resting my hands on my much larger belly I nodded seeing the door opened. After we faced Vader I had passed out from exhaustion where we had to fly to Leia's home planet so I could get medical attention. I had asked that Leia not know I was here just in case the Empire came looking for us and attacked. According to the Droid doctor when we faught Vader I was only a couple weeks pregnant and thankfully hadn't lost the baby. Kiera was told we were there but to not say a word. Obi-wan gets down the ramp first offering me a hand. My hair is braided down my back but I kept wearing my lightsaber and robe from now on. Leia gasped immediately running forward at seeing us and in my freehand I carry her Droid Lola. Once she reunited with her she spun around to me shocked. "Wow. When did this happen?" I bend down on a knee steadying myself by placing my hand on her shoulder for a second. "I thought it'd be a nice surprise, princess." Kiera runs up tackling her cousin in a hug and they spin each other around pointing at my belly.

Obi-wan walked over to the three of us giving me a hand to help me up. He crossed his arms over his chest staring down to the young girl. "So what will you do now?" She asked and he shrugged his shoulders where she grinned in a reply. "I think you should sleep...maybe get Kiera to babysit." Obi-wan and I started laughing with huge grins on our faces and the girls joined in. My eyes trailed the girl seeing she's wearing the gun holster he had given her. Kiera stands almost attached to her hip with a lightsaber clipped onto her belt. This is part of the life I always imagined. The life where they could know each other. Obi-wan bends down on a knee as I intertwined my hands together in front of me grinned. "Leia...when I said before that I didn't know your parents..." He glanced up to me taking one of my hands in his eyes focused back on her. "Princess Leia Organa, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. These are qualities that came from your mother...my sister.." I sniffed through tears having Obi-wan finish my thoughts. "But you are also passionate and fearless, forthright. And these are gifts from your father. Both were exceptional people, who bore an exceptional daughter." Kiera suddenly runs up to him flinging her arms around her father crying. "That was beautiful, daddy."

"Will I ever see you all again?" Leia tilts her head up asking softly. Even though I shouldn't I bend down on a knee once more taking my hands in hers nodding through happy tears. Padme would have been so proud of how she will grow up. "Maybe. Someday. If you ever need help from a tired old man, woman and daughter." Leia and I chuckled at his sentence before he rests a hand on her shoulder. "But we must be careful. No one must know, or it could endanger us all." Leia suddenly flings her arms around the both of us and we each wrapped her in a long hug. "Goodbye, Obi-wan and Y/n." She mutters into our ears until he broke it whispering. "Goodbye princess. May the Force be with you." Leia helps me to my feet seconds before Kiera points how I clutch my stomach bending over a little wincing. "Mommy!" Bail and his wife rushed over when I feel Obi-wan pick me up rushing us into a medical bay immediately. He lays me on the bed and I grasped his hand scared. "Obi - what's happening - am I gonna die like my sister?" He shakes his head no using his other hand to move hair from my face. "You won't darling. You're sister was strong as are you. Stay with me." The medical Droid comes in reporting quickly. "The baby must be delivered early if there is hope to save the mother and child."

Bail keeps Kiera and Leia outside when I'm told to start pushing. Clutching Obi-Wan's hand in mine I cry out feeling tired already. The Droid first pulled out a small black device before a baby's cry filled the room. Throwing my head against Obi's chest I released a tired breath. "You did wonderful, Y/n. Here she is." The Droid slowly hands me the infant causing me to gasp with a smile that is the biggest it's ever been. The little girl in my arms has mine eyes this time and a combination of mine and Obi-Wan's hair color. Kiera waved her hands opening the door with the Force tugging Leia inside the room. Both girls rush up gigging at the little girl in my arms. "She's so small." Kiera puts her hand on the bottom of the blanket. Leia climbed up to sit on the edge of the bed grinning. "Have you picked a name yet?" Obi-wan answered her question tucking my hair behind my ear still never dropping a huge smile. His hand moves to hold the girls thumb between his thumb and index finger.

“We should call her Princess or Courtney.” Kiera jumps up and down throwing her arms about. I chuckled down to her reaction staring at the baby girl. When Leia was born I only got to hold her for a few seconds. At the time we needed to move quickly into hiding from the Sith. Hope, Tala once said before she died. "I said Hope...from what I've heard rebellions are built on it." Lifting my head up to meet his bright blue eyes I voiced to my husband still smiling. "How about Hope as the middle name?" He kisses my forehead gently where Leia claps her hands together in joy. "I've got it. You knew my mother and seem to care about her a lot so...why not name her after her?" Wiping tears with my shirt sleeve Obi and I stare into each other's eyes saying in unison. "Padme Hope Kenobi." Obi-wan reached up ruffling Leia's hair chuckling. "Thanks for the help, princess." Kiera climbed up on the other side of the bed to see her younger sister. Obi-wan leans down kissing me softly and I kiss him back. "They'll be extraordinary people when they grow up." He mumbled against the kiss making me lovingly smile to my husband.

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bobbiworks · 4 months

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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 47

Miyoung walked hand in hand with Sungchan when something caught her attention. She tugged on his shirt, looking up at him, "Do you know something?"

"About?" Sungchan replied, raising a brow and gazing at her. She bit her lip, studying his face before shaking her head. This piqued his curiosity, and he stopped walking to face her. "You can tell me."

"It's just that Eunseok ignored Jiwoo earlier. It feels like he hasn't been talking to her," Miyoung shared, "But maybe I am just overthinking things, right?"

"You are not overthinking things," Sungchan reassured her, pinching her cheek gently. "But I don't know anything about it, Miyoung."

"You don't? Oh well, I guess we just have to wait and see." She sighed. "Did everyone get the invitations? I want everyone to be there. It is going to be so much fun!"

"Don't you think it's a bit too much?" Sungchan questioned, aware that Miyoung was going to pay for everything during their trip to Jeju.

"I am not going to pay; my dad is," she clarified. "So you don't have to worry about it. Besides, aren't you excited?"

"Actually, I am. Are there any adults coming?" Sungchan inquired, aware that Shotaro would be there, but he wondered if another adult would join them.

"Actually yes, the housekeeper will help us," she revealed with a smile. "I also invited Suyoung's cousin."

At the mention of Suyoung's cousin, Sungchan let out a deep sigh. "For what good reasons did you invite him?" He knew about Anton's rude behavior toward Miyoung earlier. If he had been there, he would have confronted the boy, but Miyoung told him that Anton had apologized. Despite the apology, Sungchan's impression of Anton was far from good.

"Well, I think it is nice to have someone new to get to know, right? He's just a kid, and Jiwoo can manage him," Miyoung explained. "Did you know he only listens to her?"

"And why is that?" Sungchan questioned.

"Because he said he likes Jiwoo more than anything," Miyoung smiled. "I think it is cute… and I think you are being too serious nowadays, Jung Sungchan." She finally voiced her concerns, sensing something off about Sungchan's recent demeanor. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, babe. I am okay," Sungchan assured her. "It's just that I have so much stuff to do."

"Hey, you know I can always help," Miyoung offered, cupping his cheek.

"Well, if you say so… How about a…" Sungchan smiled and tapped his cheek.

"What? Here? We are at school!" She blushed, looking around to see if there were people. When she found no one, she immediately pecked his lips and ran away, leaving Sungchan momentarily surprised. He had intended for a kiss on the cheek, but he got more than he expected.

...

Seunghan was torn about whether to tell Jiwoo that he had already opened Wonbin's package. Sohee, the only person besides him who knew, advised him to be straightforward. They sat together under the afternoon sky on the football field, enjoying the peaceful moment.

"You can just tell her about it," Sohee suggested. "If you stress about it too much, you'll be affected."

"I just don't want Jiwoo to be hurt or sad," Seunghan admitted.

"Remember when she said that we are not responsible for others' feelings? That's just how it is," Sohee reminded him. "You are responsible for your own feelings."

"I just can't," Seunghan said, covering his eyes with his arm as he grappled with his emotions.

"Jiwoo's not gonna make a big deal out of it, man," Sohee reassured him. "Don't treat her as if she could not handle things on her own."

"I just care so much about her!" Seunghan exclaimed, surprising Sohee, who chuckled at his emotional outburst. "Sorry, I envy how you and Suyoung are staying strong."

"Because we are both strong. We talk things out. We cry. We laugh. All together," Sohee shared with a smile. "I am going to marry her someday."

"Tsk," Seunghan scoffed, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "Good for you."

As Jiwoo approached them, they got up from the grass. "Are you just going to lie here?" she teased.

"We were about to go to the cafe," Seunghan chuckled, seeking help from Sohee, who was still brushing grass off his pants.

"Okay, we can go together," Jiwoo suggested with a smile. "Shall we?"

"Ah, Jiwoo… about the package," Seunghan blurted out as Sohee nudged him to do so. Jiwoo stopped and looked at him.

"The package? Ah, from Wonbin?" Jiwoo asked.

"Yes, about that… um," Seunghan struggled to find the right words, but Jiwoo already seemed to know what it was. Wonbin hadn't remembered her. Jiwoo gave him a smile and patted his head.

"It's okay!" Jiwoo said. "You don't have to tell me that." She assured him, but Seunghan knew it still saddened her. It wasn't Seunghan's fault or Wonbin's. Maybe that's just how things were for the two of them. "We should go," she suggested, patting his shoulder.

Seunghan sighed heavily.

"See? She's fine with it. You're overthinking," Sohee teased, walking ahead of him, following Jiwoo. As they reached the school gates, the boys saw Anton approaching Jiwoo. Seunghan immediately ran to push him away, but Jiwoo stopped him. He had always disliked Anton, and regardless of the age difference, Anton had consistently treated them poorly, except for Jiwoo.

"Seung! Stop it," Jiwoo intervened. "Chanyoung's with me," she said, and Seunghan reluctantly let go of Anton's shirt. "It's fine. He's going to the cafe with us."

"He is trouble, Ji," Seunghan replied. "What good is he going to bring to the cafe?"

"Myself?" Anton responded sarcastically. "I am going to watch Jiwoo work, so you don't have to feel threatened by my presence."

"Like he said," Jiwoo sighed. She couldn't emphasize any further about Anton's attitude toward her friends. "Besides, Miyoung unni invited him to Jeju, so if possible, try not… both of you pick a fight. I am not babysitting any of you." She warned Seunghan and Anton.

"Bringing a devil," Seunghan scoffed.

"Seung!" Jiwoo glared. "Please?"

"Fine. But I am warning you, once he does something to you, I'll definitely beat him up," Seunghan threatened, glaring angrily.

"Trust me. I can beat him up more than you can do," Jiwoo said, patting his chest. "So come on. We are going to be late."

...

"Hi! You must be a patron here." A group of girls approached Anton as he quietly enjoyed his soufflé pancake and iced latte at the table. Jiwoo had placed him there so she could keep an eye on him from the counter. Anton was wearing headphones, a clear signal that he didn't want to be disturbed, but the girls seemed oblivious to it. They continued to talk to him, despite Anton not acknowledging their existence.

"You must be Anton Lee, the swimming athlete. I'm a fan!" One girl couldn't resist holding his hand as he attempted to take a bite from his pancake. In doing so, she made Anton drop his fork. As she tried to pick it up, she accidentally hit his drink, causing it to spill all over the floor and stain his white shirt and pants.

Everyone gasped. Jiwoo hurriedly came to clean the mess, but the girl pushed her aside and took over the cleaning, inadvertently causing Jiwoo to fall on the floor. Anton saw it and wanted to react similarly to the girl. He reached for her head, intending to push her away, but Seunghan stopped him.

Seunghan helped the girl, apologized for the mess, and then Anton helped Jiwoo up.

"Are you alright, noona?" he asked, and Jiwoo nodded. He showed no intention of acknowledging the girls. The embarrassed and annoyed group of girls quietly walked away.

"I'm fine, Chanyoung," Jiwoo said, pulling away. She was upset and hated this kind of feeling. Every time something bad happened, all the memories came rushing back.

"We'll clean this up," Sohee said, intervening and seeing Jiwoo's reaction. She tapped Seunghan to help, and Jiwoo retreated to the quarters to gather herself. In moments like these, she needed to be alone to regain control. It felt like she was slowly losing her breath, suffocating from the weight of past experiences. She wanted to bury everything behind her because of the good people around her, but the pain would always resurface, hurting her.

"It's weird that you only see Jiwoo and no one else," Sohee commented to Anton, who remained seated. Although he did not respond, Anton knew to himself why. He just couldn't share it with anyone. The fact that Jiwoo reminded him of someone dear to him was one of the biggest reasons.

"I should get him another drink," Seunghan got up, but when he reached the counter, one of their female coworkers approached him. Sohee watched them and noticed Seunghan running back to the quarters.

"Jiwoo!" Seunghan gasped when he found Jiwoo collapsed on the floor. "Call Wooseok-hyung, hurry!" he instructed as he picked Jiwoo up and laid her on his lap. Gently tapping her cheeks, Jiwoo was unconscious after succumbing to hyperventilation. Her uncle arrived a moment later and began checking on her.

"Jiwoo? Jiwoo… Can you hear me?" Wooseok said as he checked her pulse. "She's fine, but call 119. She must have hyperventilated."

...

Jiwoo woke up, squinting from the brightness around her. A hand appeared above to cover her eyes, and it was Anton sitting next to her. Groaning in pain, Jiwoo immediately sat up, thinking about work. She must have fainted when the girl pushed her earlier.

"God," Jiwoo gasped, feeling a sudden headache. The memories of what happened rushed back. She had passed out after entering the room. "How did I…"

"Well, your coworker found you unconscious on the floor, so Wooseok-hyung called 119, and now you're here at the hospital," Anton explained, handing her a bottle of water. "Here, drink this. Don't worry, I didn't put poison in it."

"Why would I think of that?" Jiwoo frowned, taking the bottle from his hand and drinking it. "Thanks." She smiled and ruffled his hair. "Where are they?"

"Hmm, they had to stay in the cafe to work since it's not closing time yet. Your uncle is at the lobby calling your parents," he replied. Anton wanted to be useful for Jiwoo, so he answered her queries right away. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Much better," Jiwoo sighed and laid back on the bed, closing her eyes.

"I heard that you have a panic disorder," Anton spoke gently, looking at her face. "Since when?"

"I don't really like talking about it, Chanyoung," Jiwoo replied. It was something she didn't want others to know, but she guessed, no secrets in life are left unturned. She expected Anton to insist, but he just went quiet, so she opened her eyes and tapped his hand. "Why do you ask?"

Anton turned away for a moment, trying to gather the courage to open up to her, silently gripping his own hand as he contemplated whether to speak or shrug it off. He then turned to look at her and smiled, "I'll tell you when I am ready, noona."

Jiwoo smiled, nodding, respecting his answer. "It's okay. I can wait for you," she said.

"It's unfair," Anton squinted his eyes. "You don't want to tell yours, but you want me to tell mine." Jiwoo chuckled at his wits. "Completely unfair."

"Well, it's big enough for you to know that I have that." She sighed. "I've been keeping it for so long. I want to manage it."

"But it's not going to help you better," Anton said, understanding the feeling.

"I know, but please, keep this a secret. Ok?" She asked him sincerely. She didn't want her friends or her family to know about this. It so happened that her uncle was with her when she had an attack, and she asked him to keep it a secret from her family.

"Okay, noona." Anton smiled.

...

Jiwoo was finally discharged. Wooseok had called her parents about what happened and assured them it was nothing serious. She was walking with her uncle out of the hospital, Anton having left a little early due to a sudden appointment.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Wooseok asked as they headed to the parking lot. Jiwoo assured him for the umpteenth time and told him not to worry too much because of her condition. "I do think it's better to tell your mom about this."

"They're already worried about other things that matter, uncle," Jiwoo said. "I have to be consistent in helping them, not being a burden."

"You're too young to worry about what adults worry," he sighed in defeat. He wanted to tell his sister, Jiwoo's mom, about her, but Jiwoo was too smart about almost everything in life. "If things become too hard to control, I will tell them."

"You're the best, uncle," Jiwoo smiled. Wooseok opened the front car door for her to get in. She was about to do so when she heard running footsteps coming from behind, and it was Eunseok, stopping his steps, chasing his breath. His eyes were filled with worry and relief when he saw her. His disheveled hair hinted at the rush he made from the hotel where his family was having dinner.

"Eunseok?" Jiwoo blinked, confused about why he was there. Especially considering he hadn't been talking to her for weeks. Eunseok collected himself, trying to catch his breath until he was able to move his legs again and walked towards her. Jiwoo felt embarrassed seeing him, not because she didn't want to see him, but because she felt glad to see him.

"Are you alright?" Eunseok asked between his heavy breaths, holding himself back from touching her face. He was in no position to do so.

"I'm okay, Eunseok. How did you know I was here?" Jiwoo asked, confused about why he had to run all the way there.

"Sohee told me. Ahh…" Eunseok fell to his knees as he couldn't stand any longer. He couldn't believe he had run all the way from the hotel, where his family was having dinner. Jiwoo noticed he was wearing a suit, indicating he'd just left an important event.

"Jiwoo, do you want me to go?" Her uncle asked, already in the car waiting for her to get inside. Jiwoo was on the fence about it, wondering why Eunseok was there. She thought he wouldn't talk to her anymore.

"Please… stay with… me." Eunseok panted, and Jiwoo took that as her decision, telling her uncle that she could go home on her own afterward. Wooseok left her with Eunseok.

They both sat on a bench in a park across from the hospital. Eunseok finally recovered and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. They were seated apart, but Jiwoo could smell his cologne from that distance. She quietly cursed herself for feeling more embarrassed when she actually agreed to stay with him. She didn't know what to say.

"Sohee told me that you collapsed and were rushed to the hospital," Eunseok spoke as he fidgeted his fingers on his lap. He did not dare to look at her because it would only make him want to get closer to her. "Are you really okay?"

"Yes, I am fine. No cuts, no wounds," Jiwoo said, to which Eunseok nodded.

"I see," he smiled a bit. It was not only Jiwoo who was struggling to say something. Because he did not plan to see her tonight, but the moment he knew about what happened, it made him completely forget where he was and run all the way to see her. "Have you eaten?"

"Hmm? I ate bread. Anton bought me some before he left," she answered, still not looking at him.

"Ah, so he was here," Eunseok commented, slightly jealous but good at hiding it.

"Have you eaten?" Jiwoo asked, unsure of where this conversation would take them. Eunseok nodded, but right before he could say that he had eaten, his stomach grumbled, making Jiwoo snort at the sound. "We should grab something to eat."

"It's fine. I can take you home," Eunseok said, worried that Jiwoo was still not feeling well. But Jiwoo got up and showed him that she was fine. In fact, she was happy to see him and that they talked.

"Come on, I know a place," she said and led the way to a small restaurant a few streets away from the hospital, located in a small neighborhood. The restaurant was owned by a woman in her 50s and had been running it for 30 years. She made the best bibimbap in that area and had been consistent in what customers loved about it.

Eunseok found the place a little too small. It had only five tables, and people had to sit on the floor. Somehow, it was cozy and could still move around. Luckily, the table by the window became vacant, so Jiwoo took it and cleaned the table.

"Aigoo, let me do that," the old woman sighed as she took the dishes on the tray and scolded Jiwoo for acting like a worker and not a customer. "Are you here to eat alone again?" she asked. The way she spoke to Jiwoo was a bit too loud and mean, but it was only how she spoke, and Jiwoo did not seem to mind it, simply smiling with kindness at the old lady.

"I actually brought a friend. He is starving," she said and ushered Eunseok to sit with her. The woman eyed Eunseok and was in awe to see a handsome boy enter her restaurant.

"Good evening, ma'am," Eunseok politely greeted her.

"Good Lord, this boy is handsome. Isn't he different from the one you brought before?" she asked, referring to Wonbin, Seunghan, Shotaro, Sohee, and even Sungchan, who had been brought here. Eunseok was so confused and surprised to see that Jiwoo had been hanging out here a lot. "My dear, you are so blessed to be surrounded by beautiful men."

"Oh, I am happy to be friends with them too," Jiwoo said with such elegance and sincerity. She then ordered a bowl of bibimbap, which was already good for two people. She added a set of pork dumplings and kimchi stew. Eunseok let her order the food for them since she knew what was good there.

"Am I the last one to come here? It seems like Sungchan came here first before I did," Eunseok commented, finding it amusing.

"I did not come here with him alone," Jiwoo explained. "The girls wanted to come here, but the boys wanted to tag along," she said. "I did not mind because it is fun to be with everyone, to be honest."

"Did you come here alone with Wonbin too?" Eunseok asked, and Jiwoo innocently recalled the past, shaking her head sideways. "There were three of us," she said, making Eunseok nod. He smiled as if he found something interesting. "Why?"

"So, you are alone with me," Eunseok smiled.

As soon as she realized what he meant, Jiwoo's cheeks turned pink. She completely forgot that Eunseok always spoke his thoughts out loud. Jiwoo looked away and chose to ignore him, but her reaction was adorable.

#riize #fanfiction #eunseok #sungchan #anton #seunghan #shotaro #sohee #wonbin #kpopfanfiction #beyondthebellschimes

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 1 year

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Hey Roddy, I was wondering. How do Zoe's misadventures inform her opinion(s) of Scarlett's misadventures?

Since I've started making my Pokemon OCs be related to each other across regions, one joke that I'll never tire of is the format like, for instance, with Piper (FireRed) and Marisol (Sun) who are cousins:

Marisol, age 12: "--and then Nebby flew us into the wormhole, where we found Lillie's mom merged together with the Ultra Beast that--"

Piper, age 23, fought the mafia when she was 12: "That's so dangerous, what were you thinking, you should have told someone and gotten help from - Kukui, Burnet, Hala, anyone that-- is this how my mother felt when she found out what I'd gotten up to."

Fighting organized crime is the most mundane thing you can do as a twelve-year-old in the Pokemon universe.

Anyway, when Zoe considers the question "what is the worst things that a child can get caught up in when they leave home on their Pokemon journey", she can use her adventures as a framework to say "well, when I was fifteen, my childhood friend Toshiro and I left home and he abandoned the Gym challenge three badges in and joined a cult for a little while, and I got chosen by a thousand-year-old Pokemon to be its hero so that we could stop a madman from destroying Unova as we knew it."

So to start with - like, from the point that it's apparent that Scarlett loves Pokemon and wants to go on her own Pokemon journey someday - Zoe's perspective is that she can hope that Scarlett's not going to get caught up in world-shattering events, but fate may say otherwise and what can you do about that?

Then Scarlett goes off to school and doesn't even make it to school before she's like "hey look at this cool Pokemon I got! It protected me from wild Pokemon after I slipped off a cliff and then I met this kid who was kind of a jerk but he gave me its Pokeball so it's mine now! It's called Koraidon! Isn't it cute?"

And Zoe's like. looking at this Pokemon that she's never seen before in her life - that she can't even find a hint of it existing anywhere in myth and legend and history and she's like. oh. okay. this is what's going to happen.

Once Scarlett's off to school, the main thing Zoe can do is trust that Scarlett has learned that she can ask her parents for anything (up to and including "backup from your crazy-powerful Pokemon), and trust that Scarlett has any amount of sense in her head and will know when she gets in over her head.

There's definitely a universe where, after Arven says that they should probably get some other strong trainers to come along with them into the crater, Scarlett's like "We can ask Nemona - OH, and my mom too!" and Arven just like. thinks of his own mother. and asks "Really?"

That universe where that happens is not my canon one. But it exists somewhere.

Ultimately, when Scarlett comes back home to visit (she brings Arven too, probably) and tells the whole story of what when down in the crater and also that she went into the crater at all - Zoe is saved from freaking the fuck out by the fact that Zoe herself went through all that fucked-up shit and like. Yeah, she wishes Scarlett would've told her. But Zoe's parents in fact still do not know anything about what Zoe has gotten up to for half of her life, so...honestly, she's at least a little glad that Scarlett is telling her at all.

(She does extract a promise from Scarlett and Arven both that if they ever intend to head back into the crater, please tell Zoe where they're going, at the very least, and she'd drop everything to accompany them and make sure they're safe. And definitely not because she's wanted to explore the crater since she heard of it years and years ago. Definitely not.)

In short: because Zoe's been through something like this (and really can't imagine what her life would be if she hadn't), she gets why Scarlett made the choices that she does, because those are a lot like the choices Zoe once made. She gets it, even if she wishes that Scarlett would have done otherwise.

(Sada, though. Sada is the one thing that Zoe will not understand about all of this. If Sada weren't dead, Zoe would have some fucking words for her.

#the rodimiss pokeverse #i love trying to write stuff like this bc then i'm like. should we have footnotes?#should i elaborate on the bit about toshiro? or on zoe's relationship with her parents?#and then it's already so long that i'm like. no footnotes. we can just save that for later sometime

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chelleztjs18 · 1 year

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Hello you mrs. rebellious and not an alcoholic honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😅

Poor you, I bet once you guys come back from Texas, all you would wanna do is take a break hahaha are you guys spending another week away or just a few days?

Sounds Iike it will be a fun and loud new years over there lol does Emily enjoy the fireworks? I used to always get so scared when they do that cone one, and the one the looks like a snake.. I don't know their names 😅

Hm you're going to get drunk? You be careful and not run into any doors or walls or drunk text people lol I'll try that coconut rum with coke. Does it taste a bit sweet then?

Nah, you're just a rebel! See, I asked for 3 scary movies and you gave me more again ahahahaha

I haven't watched knives out yet, but I want to. I also want to watch the glass onion one that came out. They both have good reviews. Also,Rent is a musical 😅 it's about a group of friends who struggle with life in New York.

Hm, that list is good. So you don't really like gory movies? Cause to me, Saw and Wrong Turn movies are just gory. Not really scary. Maybe if you were in their situation lol

Mine would be:

1. Annabelle

2. Any filipino scary movies - I don't know why it hits different but I just can't watch anything that has horror stuff and supernatural stuff based in the Philippines.

3. The Nun

Okay, next question, 3 movies that were rated badly but you actually enjoyed.

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello u long nickname expert righty eyebag! 😅

Also, before i forget again, i wanna respond to what u told me about ur separate account n u start to write.. i forgot to respond to it twice.sorry! 😅

That's awesome that u start writing.. so u write something like incorrect quotes? Is it always funny? Because i always find incorrect quotes r funny n i love it! I know u wont tell me whats ur other tumblr account, but it worth a try, whats the tumblr? 🤭😆

I think it's a good start though n i hope someday u will start to write n i will gladly help u on it. 😊 also, as curious as u r, im wondering if ur other tumblr follow mine too? 😁

Haha i doubt that i can take a break, as soon as we get back, i will have to clean up again.haha. being a mom is endless hour kind of job.hahha. anyway, we will drive back home on 1st afternoon. Thats the plan.

Yeah emily likes fireworks. N the ones we gonna bring is something that really a long one when it blows up.. it's quite a show.. 😅

Hahaha im not sure yet if im gonna get drunk.. u r lucky that i dont know ur tumblr, so u r in clear zone n wont get any of my drunk text 🤣🤣 just kidding. I might reply ur ask in giberish text.. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yes, it's sweeter n it smelles good too. If u like coconut.

Haha yeah i can be a rebel sometimes 😅

Oh gosh, Knives Out is a very awesome movie! It blew my mind. The plot ,twist n turns.. the detail on it. My mind couldnt move on from thinking about it for few days after i watched it. U'll know what u meant after u watch it.. please watch it n let me know.. so i can have somebody to talk about that movie.hahahaha. i havent got the chance to watch glass onion, i plan to watch it as soon as i get the chance. Maybe i will watch it with my cousin. Not sure yet because i cant remember if she is that kind of audience who talks a lot while watching movie or not..i hate it whn people do that. 😅

Ah i see.. im not a fan of musical movies. I dont hate it but not my first choice.

Yesss i cant watch gory movies. I used to love it when i was younger but as i got older i guess my heart gets weaker n cant watch stuff like that. 😅🤣 but here i am writing a dark gory fics.hahaha.

Oh god, ur list of movies r crazy scary for me. I wont ever watch it. When i was still in indonesia, i dont really watch indonesian scary movie..but i watch the hollywood scary movies but since i movef here i dont watch it anymore because i feel like the "ghost" r closer..😅🤣

Hmm for this question i dont know what to answer because i dont really know if the movie i watch r rated poorly or not.hahaha. so i dont know about it. 😁 what about urs?

Next question?

Cheerio! (Not the cereal ones)

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon answered #curious george anon

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Rape mention TW

Also . when I first asked for a hysterectomy, my doctor did do the whole "I'd like you to really think about carefully about whether you want this, you might want to get married and have kids someday, and you should probably talk to your siblings and parents about if they'd like it if you have kids"

(I love this doctor, but he Is still a man in his 60's-70's, and everyone has flaws)

And again, I was running on 2 hours of sleep . and like I don't even need to say that I was fed up with people reacting to my desperate desire to no longer have 24/7 horrendous pain by being like :( but what about a hypothetical husband you might have one day :(

So what I said was

I have thought very thoroughly about this since I was 10; my mom had an emergency hysterectomy when I was 6, so as soon as my periods hit I knew it was an option and what I wanted. My cousin needed a hysterectomy when she was 21.

I decided at 10 that I would never have children because I didn't want to pass on these genes and have to watch a child suffer the way that I did, knowing if they had a uterus then they'd have to deal with the heavy bleeding and unbearable constant pain and migraines until at least 15 when they could get on birth control, and that that was too cruel of a thing for me to inflict on another living human, much less my own child

I really don't care about if my family wants me to have kids or not, but we'd discussed it extensively and no one expressed that they wanted me to; in fact, my brothers both thought it was completely unfair that I'd spent so long fighting for a hysterectomy and been refused the ability to control what my body did when it was so clearly a detriment to my quality of life. My dad is dead, and my mom's parents basically hated her, and she repeatedly told her kids that she didn't want us to have kids unless we really, truly were going to make those children feel wanted and loved. If we didn't want kids, she was okay with not being a grandma.

I'm a lesbian so there was no hypothetical husband to consider.

Pregnancy is such a terrifying concept to me (even outside of the genetic factor) that I have nightmares about it. A hysterectomy would provide me with immense peace of mind.

If I ever found a partner who wanted kids they would either have to be the one to carry the baby, be fine with adoption, or find someone else. True love, or whatever, would not stand in the way of my decision to not carry a pregnancy.

If I ever found myself to be pregnant, it would be the product of rape, and I would abort the pregnancy as soon as humanly possible. This was before Roe v Wade was overturned, but I did say I'd use an "unsafe" method if I had to, because it was pretty clear where this country was headed. I Didn't say I'd throw myself down a flight of stairs to terminate a pregnancy if I needed to, but that's, uh, what was on my mind.

And all of that <3 was a LOT <3 and completely deranged <3 and he had to hear all of that at like, noon on a Tuesday. And to his credit, he just rolled with it and said he'd see when he'd be available to do it, and scheduled me for the necessary labs. I wanted to cry in happiness, and asked if I could hug him. He also said that what I disclosed wouldn't leave the room, which was very considerate despite the fact that, at the time, I didn't feel like being an out lesbian would impact my civil rights.

#erin talks #text #long post #like I said rape mention tw but if you need me to tag this as anything else I can!

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lilchicknugg · 11 months

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to commemorate me being on tumblr heres a questionnaire i filled out a few months ago!

Rules: Complete the form by answering each section truthfully. Once you’ve finished, tag other users to complete the task. Begin by sourcing the person who tagged you.

Have you ever…

Been cheated on: never gave anyone the chance to

Kissed someone and regretted it: i haven’t had my first kiss yet but i’d probably only kiss someone i was already comfortable around

Drank hard liquor: once

Been drunk and thrown up: i’ve never gotten drunk but after drinking tequila for the first time i threw up later in the night (i’m allergic to alcohol)

Met someone who changed you: probably my two friends who i met in the 6th grade who taught me to break rules for the first time. i was always scared to disobey authority figures (parents and teachers) in my life but after meeting them i was able to find who i really was and grow into myself. they also taught me that its LOTS of fun breaking the rules.

Fallen out of love: i have never fallen in love (in another reality, i would love to tho)

Found out who your true friends are: yes—my sisters are my closest friends

Lost glasses: nope, i take very good care of my things

Sex on the first date: no. i would only have sex the night i get married.

Been arrested: i’m not cool enough for that

Turned someone down: kind of? he asked if he could get to know me better and the idea alone made me want to cry forever so i stood up for myself for once and told him i didn’t have time for that. it wasn’t technically a lie since i was extremely stressed about college applications and all he wanted to do was talk about college plans.

Fallen for a friend: i don’t really have guy friends

What was your…

Last drink: lipton iced tea

Last text message: “x men first class guys”. i texted it to a group chat with my sisters and cousin since we were trying to find a movie for movie tonight. P.S. i love x-men!! first class might be my favorite but i haven’t finished the entire saga yet since i’m trying to go through it slowly. the last x-men movie i saw was x-men apocalypse which a pretty good movie too!

More questions…

Do you have any pets: nope but i hope to someday own a fish, bunny and or german shepherd. my sisters have had lots of pets though. they had a bunny, guinea pig, pug and beagle. the bunny and guinea pig have long passed away but the pug and beagle are still alive and are currently residing in our farm. it’s a real farm btw not the kind of the farm that parents tell their kids they put their pets in whey they die.

What did you do for your last birthday party: i went to a cafe with my two friends for breakfast then my family and i went to a restaurant for dinner. the best part was when my sister and i both made our own birthday cakes and blew out candles before midnight!

Name something you cannot wait for: the graham effect by elle kennedy! there aren’t many details yet but im assuming its a book about the children of hannah wells and garrett graham from the deal which is one of my all time favorite books.

What irritates you: when people touch my things/ move it from its rightful spot

Nickname(s): meg (i severely dislike it and told everyone not to call me that but no one listened)

Relationship status: single! since birth!

Favorite TV show: vampire diaries, smallville, gossip girl and rick and morty

High School: oro christian grace school

College: ateneo de manila university (truthfully, i hope to transfer school soon)

Hair Color + Length: dyed brown hair! around mid-boob length

Height: 5’2” (im ok with it)

Your crush: ryke meadows

Tattoos: none. i don’t know if i want one though, i change my mind too much to commit to something permanent on my body

Right or left-handed: right

Any surgeries: never

Any piercings: one piercing on each ear. i have gold diamond earrings i’ve been wearing since the 7th grade but i really wish they were silver

Favorite sport: none but hopefully i get into ballet soon

First vacation: hong kong? i don’t remember what we did but i know we used to go there a lot when my sisters and i were younger. though if i were to guess, we probably went to disneyland and stayed in marco polo hotel.

What do you like…

Hugs or kisses: hugs i think

Shorter or taller: taller for sure. ideally someone around 5’10”.

Older or younger: older but not too much older i guess. maybe 5 years older would be the cut off.

July 2, 2023 (Sunday) 4:04 AM

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hyiapiness1 · 1 year

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Maybe Someday (Memoir)

"Life is like a mixed bag of laughter and tears". It was the twelve month of the year of 2013. The mist was cold. It was a session. The sun could not be seen. In a small province of Siargao. I vividly remember, as I walked blankly, The melody of pain echoed like a bell throughout the village. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as tears streamed down my face, like rain. The heartbreaking news that I didn't want to hear. I was struggling to process it all, all of it was like a blur. When I lose my mother, the whole world becomes desolated. My life is better with a loving mother. I would always find her everywhere for my whole life.

A child's angelic face with a quiet personality. I was nine years old when my mother was dying. The past still haunts my memory to travel through. A child wakes up early in the morning, it is typically still dark outside but the sun may have already risen or maybe on the cusp of rising. She looked to the other side where her sister was peacefully deep sleeping and I didn't want to disturb her. I came out of the room and saw my father, " Papa, where are you going?" My father was surprised and then looked at me. He was in such a hurry, while preparing clothes and putting them in a canvas leather travel bag. " Oh, why do you wake up so early, ren?. His sweet and tired tone of my father that I love to hear. " You should go to bed, sleep more, so that you grow taller and taller,". he said while not looking at me, busy fixing things. But I was stubborn and did not listen to him. Instead I sat down on a wooden chair and stared at my father's face. I got his wide shaped lips and round eyebrows but others say that I resemble much more of my mother.

Later on, I heard a knock on the door. My father opened the door and saw my granny, my mother's mom and they both talked with serious faces. I didn't hear what they were talking about, but looking at them, they muttered intensively to each other. I was too young to remember. On the next day, papa always left us in my granny's care. Like the old times we spend together watching a movie with granny, sister and cousins in the living room. But now it's different, from disney to sad movies. It makes me want to tear up. After the end of the movie, I still thought of what happened about his father's death. I have numerous questions that bother me. so I asked my granny " La, how do you feel when you lose someone you love? like in the movie we watched a while ago?" staring at my granny's face, I see the years of experience etched into the lines around her eyes. It was clearly seen she hadn't slept well, and the dark circles under her eyes were still visible. Looking at her, I can see the stories and memories that she carries with her, and she's getting weak. I feel grateful for the time I get to spend with her. She looked me in the eyes saying those words stuck in my mind. "I felt broken into pieces, lonely all the time and empty because I lost the ones I wish for and will be with me for a lifetime." The days had passed. All I know is that the world is extremely selfish. Selfish because I'm not there by her side when she's getting weak and getting treatment. I didn't know that living in this world is just borrowing time from god.

"Good people die very soon." I remember my auntie told me this. I was overthinking it the whole day. Well, I didn't believe it at first, not until my mother had a disease, she is sick. One thing I regret as a child is how everything seems fine, when I know there is something wrong with my mother's actions. My mother, who always took care of us, was suffering from something that couldn't be reversed. I can find another woman but can't find another mother. To make the house a home, there's always a person mostly dedicated to and that's what our mother could do. " Apo, your mama is sick, and they are leaving again tomorrow to get treatment, because her condition is getting worse." How? When? I'm not gonna believe it. How could I? When the fact is, I don't understand why life is so unfair. Why is this happening to me, to my whole family? As I stare at my mother's face. I remember one time, when we went to our relatives house in davao. My mother is very happy when seeing beautiful flowers placed on plastic pots while hanging. She would ask and bought the seeds, plants, or anything that could help her grow more plants. My mother was self-motivated by the output she was getting every day. She then developed her passion along with the household. The way she cooks everyday, tidy the house, the laundry, I miss her so much. Have you ever seen at the last moment how someone actually dies? That moment is extremely painful to see, and you will never be able to forget it for the rest of your life. Death is the silence in the face of a dying person. She just goes with the silent thought of expressing everything but unable to say anything. In a moment, my father announced, 'mama has leukemia' and 'kidney failure'. The word made me feel shivering in my entire body for a second. My eyes gotten moist with pain. After a moment, my father came and revealed everything. We siblings were crying, trying to hide our faces and couldn't do anything. My father had tears on his cheeks. He's an optimistic man who always feels there's a solution for everything and I was believing the same.

The atmosphere was heavy with a sense of foreboding. The sky was an eerie shade of gray, with thick clouds that seemed to obscure the sun, casting a dark pall over everything. As if the weather itself was warning of an impending loss. The silence was palpable, except for the occasional mournful cry of a lone bird. It felt as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for something inevitable to happen. The day that the world seems not happy as I am. Mama was gone. How could I forget those years, when she's my world. In her last time, my father, sister, family members, and relatives gathered together in my granny's nepa house. She was staying there, granny also wanted to take care, and watch over her child for the last time, for papa to be able to work as He's a fisherman. If they always stay in the hospital, the budget is not enough and they cannot afford to pay for the hospital bills and daily expenses. As I looked around the room, my eyes landed on her dead body. It was then that I realized that my mother, who had been battling a long illness, was no longer there. The scent of a dead body lingered in the air, a reminder of the many days and nights spent in this house. The room felt empty and lifeless, as if a part of it had been taken away. I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness wash over me. It was a silent reminder of the pain and suffering that my mother had endured, and the finality of her passing. As I stood there, realizing that my mother was gone. I held her hands for the last moment, where we could still feel her warm skin on our palms, and memorized her face for a second. I couldn't help and just buried my face in my both hands and let out a loud sob.

Once I write about my mother's story, everything, every moment flashes in front of my eyes. My heart gets heavy, and I feel a sensation of sadness around happiness. Everyone is suffering and everyone has their own story. Someday, I have only one hope, that will free all my memories together with her. I just want her to be happy as I am today living, breathing in this world. My heart and mind will be free from the hope that I can be with her at least in a dream, missing my mother who only wants to be with her again even in another life. If It's not easy to move on, then it's not easy to forget either. And I value the painful moments because that's life. It's not a part of life; it's life.

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My wife asked me what my papa would think about me marrying someone who had a kid already when we met. I don't know what she thinks when she envisions an older Jewish Slav...and I don't even know what I would think about any others besides my parents. There's a lot of weird media depictions of Ukrainians, Eastern Europeans, Russians...cold, stony, heartless...I don't know where that comes from but maybe she's picturing a movie version of my papa and THAT guy just didn't exist.

Sure, my relations recently displaced from Ukraine are a little conservative but not by American standards and are downright disgustingly liberal according to the MAGA crowd that infests the state I live in. They are all my age or younger, the old folks have either passed away or moved (my bubbie is currently just chilling in Boca, living the stereotypical retired Jewish lady dream), and being younger may have a lot to do with them not being so dry. Some of my (male) cousins will call me a pidor, and if I didn't know them all my life I might be offended...it's never had a tinge of judgement or malice, just a fact that Cousin Eli is a bit of a fag.

My father never talked to me directly about my sexual orientation but there were lots of times his "maybe you meet a nice girl someday?" had more emphasis on the "girl" than the "maybe". The question, now that I'm older and fully realizing, was always "are you queer like I think you are?" When my mama was here helping with the baby after she was born, we talked a lot about this...he asked her so many times if there was any "NEWS from Elias" and she always took that to mean "has he come out yet?". So, they both always knew but I didn't ever actually tell them. To mama, after papa was gone, I just introduced her to my male partner and she was more shocked that my wife had no issue with me having them both, and that "my friend Moses" was firmly more than a friend.

When I got married the first time, the night before the wedding, my father asked me if I was sure. I wasn't, but I didn't want to be a dick and back out. When I got divorced, he was already gone and so I'll never know what he'd think about that but I can guess, based on a conversation we had maybe six months before he passed away. My now ex-wife and I were having pretty extreme issues and she'd punched me in the face after an argument about, of all things, where to go for dinner. I left the house, sat in my car, and did something I had never done before...I called him to bitch.

He told me I could come home any time I wanted. My room was open. He'd make varenyky and everything would be fine. And then he said something I will never forget...

"Maybe it's a long time before you date again or get married but you will find a nice SOMEONE someday...and you will be happy, I promise."

I don't think he'd care about anything other than that. Whether that made him atypical for an older Ukrainian man or a Jew is beside the point. It would make him typical for my papa, always wanting his children to be happy. Wanting us to be well, even if he just couldn't ask us directly what that wellness meant. I learned a lot about being a father from him, even if I never thought I'd get to apply it. Now that I have a son, a daughter, and a mystery on the way, I know for sure that I'll never want anything more than I want for them to be happy.

If my papa didn't fit the Hollywood standard of Eastern European masculinity then I guess that's genetic, and probably the best genes I got.

#Tumblr is not a diary site #it is now #ramblings #coping with grief #remembering #fatherhood

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remedywriter · 2 years

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Till The End Of Time.

Issue Six

(Steve Rogers x fem!OC)

A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I had a lot of school stuff to get ready for next month.

Warnings: mentions of porn but no actually descriptions.

After their lunch, Steve and Brooke both went back to their apartments in high spirits. The meeting went well, and both hoped for an official first date soon.

As Brooke walked up the last flight of stairs to get to her home, she couldn't help but smile. Who knew she would fall for the hundred-year-old hero. As she opened the door to her apartment, she saw Eddie run into the living room area with an excited look on his face.

"How did it go? Did it seem like he had a good time? Did he ask you out?" Eddie ranted. "Tell me!!!!"

"I've literally been here for three seconds." Brooke rolled her eyes. She put her bag down and sat down on the couch. Eddie did too and then just started staring at her.

"Why do you care so much about MY date?" Brooke laughed.

"Captain America has been my all time favorite hero since I learned of his existence. I know everything about him from before the war and have all of his comics and collectables. People have mocked me for years for it, including you, but I have never faltered from my nerdness." Eddie began. "I'm not gay, but if I were, Captain America."

Brooke couldn't help but laugh. "Alright. And I'm sorry for mocking you. He really is a great guy."

"So it went well then?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah. It did." Brooke smiled. "In fact, he said there was this place that was doing dinner and a comedy show tonight. He said he would call me as soon as he got the information about it."

"Cool. So like an official date?" Eddie asked.

"Yep." Brooke smirked. "But anyway, how was your day?"

"Any morning or afternoon where I don't have to stare at computer screens all day, is a good day." Eddie said.

"I thought you liked your job?" Brooke asked.

"When I got into computers, I thought I'd be like hacking databases and spying for the government. Not removing porn from a thirteen year old's laptop before his parents find out." Eddie explained. "But not everybody gets to play hero."

"I'm sure you're a hero to that thriteen year old." Brooke pointed out.

"Eh, it's not the same. But guys like me don't get to do the important stuff. We don't get to play hero." Eddie sighed. "Guess that's why I love superheroes so much. They do."

"How come you never told me this?" Brooke questioned.

"I don't know. Some things just need to be said at the right moment." Eddie stated. "And this was definitely the wrong one." He laughed. "Sorry. Are you excited about tonight?"

"Yeah." Brooke nodded. "And Eddie? You'll get a chance to play hero. Someday."

"Maybe." Eddie replied. "Oh! Did you notice something?"

Even though the apartment was still pretty messy, Brooke could tell that Eddie had been trying to clean it. Brooke smiled at her cousin. She truly was appreciative of the effort he at least made to try and make her happy.

"It looks better. Thanks, Eddie." Brooke said.

"I'd say anytime, but this alone took me like two hours." Eddie joked.

"At least I can see the floor. That's still progress in my book." Brooke laughed. "I'll take it from here."

"Are you sure?" Eddie asked. "I mean, it's my mess. It should be my problem. I'll do it."

"It's fine. No offense, but I'd probably finish quicker then you. Besides," She began. "I need something to do to kill time until my date tonight."

"Well if you insist." Eddie smirked. "I guess I'm forced to let you do this."

"Only because I need you to go to the store and get some things." Brooke explained.

"Always a catch with this one." Eddie mumbled. "Fine. Make me a list."

#captain carter #captain america tfa #infinity war #captain america comics #captain america #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers #avengers endgame #captain america au #bucky barnes #captain america the winter soldier #winter soldier #sam wilson #crossbones #falcon #brock rumlow

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I first wanna say, I love your writing ❤️❤️ For your Johnny requests, can you write about daddydom!Johnny wanting to get sub!reader pregnant really badly but can’t seem to. He becomes really sad and disappointed in himself but reader reassures him and after Johnny “cares less” she gets pregnant. Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

You’d tried everything. All the tips and tricks your mother and her friend had told you, everything you’d read online. Anything at all that suggested that doing it would help you get pregnant. It was what Johnny wanted more than anything. Putting a baby on you was all he talked about during sex, and the topic came up pretty often outside of sex too.

But it’s been months, and your period has been annoyingly exactly on schedule every time.

This time Johnny twist you into a position that’s honestly kinda uncomfortable, but a website you found said that this position really worked. And your husband was certainly doing his best to make sure that it did.

Each rough thrust had you moaning “daddy, right there, daddy!”

“Yeah,” Johnny moans, pushing your ankles higher, his cock hitting deeper inside you. “Gonna get a baby in you this time, sweetheart. I’m so fucking deep in you.”

And when he cums, you stay with your feet and legs elevated on the headboard of the bed, keeping all of his cum inside you, hoping gravity will be your best friend, your miracle-worker this time and get Johnny’s seed to take root deep inside your womb.

But it’s just over a week later when you wake one morning to your period having just announced herself, a small stain on the bedsheets.

Johnny curses quietly as he starts to take the sheets off the bed while you go to the bathroom, a heavy weight of disappointment settling over the room.

When you emerge from the bathroom, having showered to avoid having to go back out into the negative energy of your bedroom, you find Johnny has remade the bed with fresh sheets, and he’s currently tucked back between them.

“Johnny, I’m sorry.” You climb onto the bed, straddling your husband, curling yourself against his chest. His arms come up around you, holding you. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

He makes a soft sound. “No, I’m sorry. I keep pushing and pushing this on you, and it’s not working, and I think it could be my fault. Maybe it’s me that’s making this not work.” You don’t have to look at his face to see his sadness, it’s layered into his voice. “You’re perfect, sweetheart, you’re doing everything right.”

You stay just like that for a while, comforting each other and not moving from your bed.

But eventually you speak up. “Maybe we should take a break from trying so hard. If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen.” You sit up in his lap and brush your fingers against his upset pout. “Someday, one way or another, Johnny Suh, I will make you a daddy.”

He grins. “One way or another.”

It takes some time for Johnny to truly accept that you’re not trying for a baby anymore, that sex can be a bit less methodical now than it had been when you were trying so hard. Now sex is sex. It’s passionate and loving and kinky, less about making sure that he cums inside you, less about making sure that you’re in the proper position when it happens or that he does this one thing that his mother’s hairdresser’s cousin’s sister-in-law swears works.

A couple months pass, and everything is good and relaxed, no longer anxiously counting down to when you’re ovulating and then dreading the approach of your period. Johnny doesn’t keep track of your cycle (not consciously, anyway) and he doesn’t immediately turn to you to beg every time that you see a baby when you’re in public together.

He cares less about it, but that’s not to say that he doesn’t still want it.

Sometimes you still talk about it at night when you’re both vulnerable in the darkness and the comfort of your bedroom. When Johnny’s holding you in his arms, your back against his chest, and he rests a hand on your belly, and whispers that he wants to feel your belly swollen with life beneath his touch.

Invariably that always leads to some sort of sex, whether it’s just you giving him a lazy hand jun because you’re too tired, or maybe johnny rubbing himself to full hardness against your ass before burying himself inside you with slow movements that drive you insane with desire.

But it’s four whirlwind months after you’ve given up on trying, spent carefree with your husband, and you’re at the store shopping for groceries and restocking on toiletries, when you freeze as you reach the feminine hygiene section. Your fingers hover over the package of your preferred product, your mind clicks and whirs as you do some quick math, and then you reach for your phone to check the date.

You’re late.

Your period had been like clockwork the entire time you were actually trying to get pregnant. But it’s late now?

You don’t want to get your hopes too high, but you leave that section and go in search of pregnancy tests instead.

You don’t want to tell Johnny, not until you’re sure because giving him hope followed by a negative pregnancy test would crush him. So you sit in solitude with a box-worth of pregnancy tests in front of you, waiting and waiting and waiting for the few minutes that stretch out like eternity.

One comes up positive. Another. Another.

You sit in awe. Some emotion bigger than excitement or elation swells in your chest, and you don’t wait any longer, you gather the tests in your hands and leave the bathroom.

Johnny’s in the kitchen preparing dinner, but when you stand behind him, reaching around him to hold the pregnancy tests in his view, Johnny makes a soft confused sound for a half-second before realization strikes, and he drops the knife he’d been using to chop veggies, he spins around sweeping you into his arms, twirling you around in circles as yo I both laugh in delight of this sweet and unexpected surprise.

#asks #Johnny #Johnny drabbles #Johnny smut #Johnny day!!

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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'someday maybe' | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: one swear? fluff and angst? kisses

summary: you're so close to finishing your second album when your manager pushes the deadline, your ex tom helps you write the final track.

{listen to someday by michael bublè and meghan trainor (if you want)}

wc: 2.1k

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey,"

"Yes, yes. I know. You are not being a very helpful manager right now, Noelle." you spoke to your phone as you paced around the living room, "Okay. I'll get working on it. Bye." you huffed and threw your phone against the couch.

Your album was due to be released in two months and you needed one more song to tie it all together. Your manager, Noelle, was pushing you to finish the song so she could start the promo of the album.

You were incredibly grateful for your career, but the pressure weighed down on you everyday. Never ending.

With a final groan you picked up your acoustic guitar and sat on the couch. Picking at the strings, trying to find a melody. You hit record on your voice memo app before strumming away.

"Someday maybe when we're old and grey, we can be in love once more. 'Till then I won't give my love away. Darling, I'm forever only yours." you sang softly.

You and Tom had a joyous relationship. A love that only ever existed in movies and fairytales. The type of love story that gets told for generations and onwards. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

Your breakup was calm, serene and clean. A mutual agreement as if your whole relationship had been a business deal. There were no loose ends or jealous passive aggressive remarks made. Just maturity and respect for one another.

Your pinky still held the promise ring he gave you. A token of appreciation. A reassurance that he'd always be there for you. And he lived up to his word.

Tom walked in and sat across from you, startling you, "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Whatcha writing?"

"Need a final song for the album. Sorry for showing up unannounced. I just get better inspiration here, with all the memories, you know?" you timidly looked back down at the guitar.

Tom nodded, "No need to apologize. We gave you a spare key for a reason."

You couldn't stop yourself from spilling the words from your lips, "That was when we were together."

You could hear the awkward silence start to fill the room before he spoke again, "Still our best friend, Y/L/N."

The pain that crossed your features was instant. Being addressed by your last name felt like a stab to the gut. Especially by Tom.

You nodded before playing again, "Can I help you write it?" Tom asked as he sat next to you.

"Dancer, gymnast, actor and now songwriter. How many hidden talents have you got, Holland?" you teased making him laugh.

He shrugged with a smile, "It's kind of like writing a poem, right?"

You pondered on his analogy before slowly nodding, "Yeah, it kind of is. Give it a go."

You began playing the melody and he listened intently for a few moments before singing, "I love seeing you happy. I miss seeing that smile. It's been such a long time. A– Nope. Nope. Nuh-uh. I can't do it." he shook his head aggressively with a loud laugh as you stopped playing.

"No!" you quickly protested, "That was amazing! Don't leave me hanging, c'mon." you nudged him with your shoulder before strumming again.

"Alright, alright." he ran his hands down his face, "And although I don't have you, I know now that I need to?" he paused and gave you a skeptical look before you nodded again, "Somehow make you mine. Mmm."

"Oh, okay. He's giving ad-libs and all. Get it." you nodded as he laughed.

You were so engrossed on Tom actually writing a song with you that you didn't focus on the lyrics he was singing.

"And I won't lie, it's hard seeing you with him 'cause I know he can't hold you like I can." his mood seemed to drop by a thousand as the words left his lips.

"When can we meet this boyfriend of yours?" Harrison flicked your forehead from across the booth.

You, Harrison, Tom and Tuwaine were all sat in the local pub. Pints of beer in front of each of you as loud music and chatting filled your ears.

You shrugged, "He's picking me up, so possibly tonight."

Tuwaine's eyes lit up, "Fina-fucking-lly. I swear you've kept him hidden for years."

"We've only been together for three months, T." you laughed lightly with the group of boys.

And they met him. It wasn't the smoothest of introductions, but an introduction nonetheless.

"Boys, this is Kai. Kai this is Tom, Harrison and Tuwaine." you gestured to the parties as they all shook hands and gave polite greetings.

"So," Harrison started, "What do you do for a living, Kai?"

Kai cleared his throat, "I'm a Senior Resident at Kingston Hospital. Working towards being Head of Pediatrics."

Tuwaine and Harrison both nodded, impressed by his profession. Tom's face remained expressionless as he stared at Kai with cold eyes.

"Do you have any siblings, Kai? Any psycho ex-girlfriends? Any wacky cousins?" Tuwaine joked making everyone laugh. "'Cause Y/N has a lot of wacky cousins."

"We could be in love once more,"

"Hey!" you gasped with a laugh.

Kai pulled you closer to him as he laughed, "No, no wacky cousins or psycho exes, but I do have an older sister and a younger brother."

This game of ask and answer continued on for a few more minutes. Tom didn't say a word, just sipped his beer and burned holes into Kai with his eyes. If looks could kill, Kai would be six feet under.

Kai was a sweetheart, but you two ended ages ago. His work got too much for him and your job had you touring and travelling every second.

You picked up after him with the chorus before diving into your own verse, "I remember that love song. I sang every word wrong, but you didn't mind, no, no."

"I love the things you do. It's how you do the things you love. Well it's not a love song, not a love song. I love the way you get me, but correct me if I'm wrong. This is not a love song, not a love song!" Tom belted the 'Austin & Ally' song from the top of his lungs.

"Your turn!" he pointed the pretend mic in your direction.

You laughed, not knowing any of the lyrics, but still wanting to participate, "I love that you not a licket! And you own a watch and chicken! We got a car!" you sang with full confidence, making Tom burst with laughter.

"Yes! Sing it, darling!" he cheered you on, "Absolutely butchering the lyrics, but sing it!"

"Being stuck inside a car. If it's not a doe, don't kiss it! I can't hear a missing, when there's a shoe inside the ceiling! If you really need to fart, you can lunch on a pig farm! Love song! Love song!" you couldn't even hear the song in the background, your voice overpowering it.

Tom was hunched over from laughing before he came back up and planted a soft kiss on your lips, "You are one hundred percent ridiculous and I love it."

You brought yourself back to reality and sang again, "And I'll admit that I miss you, but only if you do. 'Cause you know that I'm shy. And I can't lie, it's hard seeing you with her. 'Cause I know she can't love you like I can."

Tom's eyes met yours as the words fell from your gentle lips. His mouth was slightly agape as you continued to strum.

"You are absolute rubbish. Imagine coming in eighth. Embarassing." you laughed as you crushed Harrison in a game of Mario Kart.

He shoved you with his shoulder, "You're such a try ha—"

"—It's always the same, Tom! How can I trust you? You follow gorgeous models on Instagram and expect me to trust you?" Nadia's voice cut Harrison's words off.

You looked at him with wide eyes, his expression matching yours.

"Those women that I follow have been my friends for ages. Who I follow on a stupid app shouldn't effect how much you trust me."

You paused the game, cutting off the theme song, "How long have they been fighting like this?"

Harrison sighed, a long groan following, "A few weeks. I think it started when she saw that he liked your Instagram picture?"

You stammered, "M-my post? She got mad about my post?"

Harrison nodded before opening his mouth to speak, but Nadia cut him off again, "And she practically lives here! How do you think it makes me feel seeing my boyfriend play house with a superstar?!"

"Aw, a superstar? I'm flattered." you joked making Harrison stifle a laugh.

"I've been friends with Y/N since we were in nappies!"

"I can't be with you if you're going to be friends with her."

Your laughter abruptly died at her words. Harrison stiffened beside you.

"Y-you can't be serious. You can't make me choose between you and her."

"Why? Because you're gonna choose her?" you could hear her voice crack.

"I-" Tom couldn't make out a sentence for a few moments, "Yeah. I'm gonna choose her."

Your heart fell from it's place, stopping at your feet. Harrison brought a hand to his mouth, "H-he chose you. He chose you!" he whisper shouted before you shushed him.

"Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different. I think I'll be going now." Nadia's footsteps approached the living room.

You and Harrison scrambled to look as if you weren't eavesdropping on their argument/breakup.

Tom followed close behind her, "I'm sorry. I really am."

She nodded, hand on the doorknob, "I know. Goodbye." she stepped out of the house, slamming the front door shut in the process.

Tom let out a breath of relief before turning to you and Harrison who were staring at the Mario Kart home screen with the infamous tune playing.

"You guys are terrible actors."

"'Till then I won't give my love away,"

"I'm forever only yours." the both of you finished the song in unison.

There was a moment of silence before you reached over and ended the voice recording.

"T-that was really good. You can change what I wrote, I know it isn't as good as anything you would've written, but I tried. And it was actually pretty fun and I never knew how difficult songwriting was un—"

"—Kiss me." you cut Tom's rambling off.

His eyes grew wide, "W-wha—"

"—Kiss me, Holland."

He swallowed, a small smile stretching on his lips, "Thank God."

And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Interlocking like missing puzzle pieces. Moving in sync like waves in the ocean. Soft and sweet, but filled with passion. You could feel his smile against your lips causing you to grin.

His hand came up to pull your face closer into his. Caressing your jaw, fingertips playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. His other hand holding your hip in a tight grip. Pressing the pads of his digits into your flesh, scared that you might slip through his fingers again.

One of your hands was pressed flat against his chest. Steadying yourself, the heat of the kiss threatening to throw you off of your axis. Your other hand tangled itself into Tom's curls. Pulling and tugging lightly causing small groans to fall from Tom's lips. Your fingernails scratching his scalp. Pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"I want my ten pounds." Harrison's voice snapped you and Tom out of your make out session.

Him and Tuwaine stood in the doorway, shit eating grins on their faces.

Tuwaine laughed before placing a ten pound note in Harrison's palm, "You guys couldn't have waited until next month to get back together?"

"You two were betting on us?" Tom laughed at his mates who nodded.

You shook your head with a smile, "Absolute idiots, all of you."

Harrison let out a happy sigh and pocketed the money, "Today was a good day. Had a sick ass shoot. Got ten pounds. And my best friends are finally together again." he waltzed into the kitchen with Tuwaine, leaving you and Tom alone again.

Tom's shy expression met your gleeful one before he spoke, "Someday came a lot sooner than expected, huh?" he chuckled.

You nodded with a laugh, "It certainly did and I am not complaining."

He sent you a wide grin before cupping your face and connecting your lips to his again.

"Darling, I'm forever only yours."

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Hello you mrs. honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag! 😌

I sent it last night haha my friends left around 1230 then I was up a bit longer just cleaning up. I think I finally went to sleep around 2 am. So right now I am tired, have a headache, hungry and cold lol

How are you today? Any fun plans for today or the week?

That sounds like a fun and crazy place to go to lol was it hard for the jello to come out of the syringe?

It reminds me of how I like to host parties. I always do like a theme and do creative stuff with the food and drinks. Like a couple years ago, for Halloween, I bought a bunch of skull shot glasses and did like an cherry schnapp drink. Then I made pigs in a blanket, but made it look like a mummy 😂

No, I haven't tried Korean cold noodles. Is that the one where you dip it in the broth? Yeah, the ramen place and sushi place I usually go to is at the food court in the mall. So they have just limited kinds of stuff. You know, I want to try hot pot and do Korean BBQ. But there is no place here in Omaha for that.

So when it's summer, do you just stay inside if it's really hot out? Or do you still do fun stuff like go to the lake or beach?

Ah I get what you mean then. That's not weird though haha I agree with you 😁 but then that's the hopeless romantic in me speaking 😅

Do you have any summer vacation plans?

-CuriousGeorge

Ah i see.. that was too bad. When u were up late, i fell asleep earlier 😅 if i stayed up i couldve accompany u through here while u were cleaning.😁

How r u feeling? R u feeling better?

What did u end up eating?

Im okay. Just tired n sleepy i dont know why. I dont have plans. I hv endless laundry to do 😅

Been trying to rearrange a bit of the living room n em's room so the big toys she got would fit without cluttering the house 😅 i actually feel claustrophobic right now with stuff all over the house, suitcases, laundry to fold. So im trying to make myself feel better.

This weekend, my husband's cousin might come visit, if not, maybe next weekend.

It was a fun place to go eat. The burger was pretty good. What's crazy is u can order up to 8 patties in the burger.. n if u weight over 250 or 300lb i think, u will eat free. Crazy.. what's irony is that restaurant is owned by a heart doctor.. the place is called heart attack grill or heart attack burger. (I forgot)

N yes the jello shot comes out of the syringe easily. 😁 n it tastes pretty strong.

Wow u sound creative decorating ur party. Would love to go to the party u have.😁

Yes some place serve cold noodle separated from the cold broth, some serve it in a cold broth but both get horseradish sauce in it or wasabi paste on the side that u can mix it in.

Ouuuuh hot pot and korean bbq is my favorite! I love them. Soupy ffood n grilled food r my favorite. Im not really a fan of fried food. I hope u can try them someday.

I mostly stay inside the house n let the ac on non stop.hahaha. i wont go out if i dont really have to. I dont like the heat nor getting tanned.🤣 i love the beach but not when it's really hot. 😅 i love how calm it is but when it's too hot, there r too many people n thats whn it makes me uncomfortable.

Ouh so u admit that u r hopeless romantic.. thats nice. I love romantic people, even though i dont think i am that romantic. But then again, like i told u, people who read my fluff thinks that im hopeless romantic 😁

We dont know yet. We plan either go on a cruise or florida or to Cali again for his birthday n his mom birthday so Em can spend time with her. N go to disneyland with his mom too.

I kinda told him the best decission would be go to cali so em can make core memories with her grandma. U?

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Cheerio!

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Blackberry Winters.

PART 1 🌸 PART 2

Namjoon Werewolf Au!!

Pack Head Alpha Namjoon and mate OC!

Arranged marriage sort of?

Pack dynamics / strangers to lovers.

Part 3

“You did not think to tell him no? To demand that you had every right to stay there?” Her mother in law looked disappointed , eyes trained on her as Jiah carefully pulled the blouse of the tunic down over her tummy, frowning when she realized that it didn’t do a thing for her figure.

She felt self conscious, the grey cotton of the tunic making her feel drab and lifeless. Why did she always choose clothes in colors like this? Why did none of them fit her right? Why did she never make an effort to look at least a little good. Her hair was limp, a mousy brown and while it was thick, it had no luster… Why didn’t she use one of the hundred powdered mixtures the village healer liked to give the younger women?

“Jiah, are you listening to me?” Namjoon’s mother said sharply and Jiah jumped a bit, guilty.

“I didn’t want to be a bother..” She said nervously, not sure how to handle her mother in law. On the one hand she seemed to be understanding of her many hang ups, but she also looked impatient and upset, anytime Jiah failed to stand up for herself.

Lady Kim drew herself up to her impressive height and Jiah cowered. She’d hung around enough pack bonfires to recognize that stance and that gaze. The woman was about to give her a piece of her mind.

Sure enough, her voice thundered when she addressed her.

“If you keep viewing yourself as a bother, I’m not sure how others will begin seeing you as anything else. You’re the head alpha’s mate. Your place is by his side, helping him with the crown on his head. It’s not a choice. Your duties are not mine and I am tired of doing them for you.” She snapped.

It stung. Guilt churned and Jiah could feel the beginnings of one of her episodes. The ones that always left her shaking and breathless. Much to her surprise, Lady Kim’s gaze softened at that and the next second she was being drawn into a warm embrace.

“Good lord child, why are you so terrified? Has my family not been kind enough to take away this stark terror out of your veins?” She sighed deeply. “You must not let your fears dictate your life. I want you to live your life, pleasing the person you’re bound to .”

Jiah felt her shoulders sag. Please the person she was bound to. Of course. Namjoon. It all came down to the alpha wolf. And how was she supposed to please him, if he couldn’t bear to be in the same room as her?

“Yourself.” Lady Kim’s voice, laced with amusement made her jump.

Jiah frowned, pulling back to look at the older woman in confusion.

“You’re bound only to yourself , Jiah. You need to please yourself. To do and be the person you want to be. And then everything else will fall into place.”

Jiah watched as the woman went back to the door, calling for and directing a few more workers as they finished setting up the outer courtyard of her living quarters. Still a little chilled, she grabbed a thick coat from the small cupboard by the door, draping it over herself and tying it together with the sash. She moved quickly to the door, watching her mother in law talk to the workers, looking them straight in the eye , firm and clear in her instructions.

It was fascinating.

Lady Kim’s stance fairly vibrated with power and her voice brooked no disobedience. People looked at her and listened. They saw someone who knew what she was talking about and many a time, Jiah had felt it herself, the comfort of someone reliable. Someone who wished no ill on anyone.

Namjoon’s mother had lost her husband at a young age. Namjoon had scarcely been a babe of two when it had happened and the entire pack had expected the young wolf to lose his birthright as the heir. It was unheard of for a mate to take over the head alpha’s duties but Lady Kim had risen to the occasion with an elegance that had stunned everyone. The woman had met pack leaders and settled disputes, had negotiated boundary conflicts and made elaborate plans for new buildings , all while carrying around a babe that was still fed at her breast.

What was more, she had defended her position against the men who had wanted to usurp it. Mnhyuk and Jaejoon were two of her husband’s cousins, eager to sink their fangs into the woman to mate her, just to be able to get their hands on the pack. They were terrible men , even worse wolves. Their ideas on how the pack ought to be run dripping with archaic ideals and oppression of women.

But Lady Kim had humiliated them, told the whole pack in no uncertain terms that the next pack alpha would be Kim Namjoon. Her son would be raised to rule the pack with kindness and understanding and she would make sure of it.

The tales were told with hushed tones of disbelief and admiration and Jiah had listened to them with hunger and aching. Had felt such a huge surge of affection for the matron , had wanted to hug her and tell her she had done a great job.

And standing here as her daughter in law, she realized that she would be a fool not to listen to her. Not to learn from her. Especially when it was obvious that in the entire pack, the only one who didn’t seem to hold Kim Namjoon on a pedestal, was ironically his own mother.

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“ They’re going to challenge you again. I can feel it.” Taehyung said gruffly, dropping the bundle of scrolls on the table and Namjoon flinched, head throbbing.

“That bad?” He asked hesitantly and Taehyung nodded.

“They want you to re-negotiate that treaty about courtesans owning property. Think it would make them quit the profession… if you let them own stuff” Seokjin said quietly and Namjoon bristled.

“They are no different from any of us. They work for their pay too. Why shouldn’t they be allowed to do what they wish with money that they’ve earned?” He demanded angrily.

“You’re a good man Namjoon. A fair one. And you’re striving to build a pack that treats all it members as equals . Obviously people who thrive on abusing their power aren’t going to like that. Especially Minhyuk and Jaejoon’s pups. Those two are terrible.”

“You should accept their challenge and just rip their throats out someday.” Taehyung said firmly AND Namjoon gave him a glare.

“I’m not going to shed blood without cause, Taehyung. Don’t suggest that. Even in passing.” He said firmly and the younger beta bowed politely in apology.

“Where is Jiah?” Seokjin asked casually.

Namjoon glanced at him, brows raised.

“Since when are you so familiar with my mate, hyung?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes.

“She used to come sit with me, when I watched over the herds on the outer pastures. Sweet little thing really. Very funny too.”

That made Namjoon pause.

“Funny?” He asked, completely confused.

“Witty. She would make these clever little riddles and jokes that would always leave me in stitches. We made a game of it. I would give her one of my funny jokes and she would give me a riddle. Is she feeling better now?”

Namjoon who was still kind of struck dumb by the idea of his cowering, reticent mate doing something as…. Normal and friendly as laughing and being witty….. could only stare at Seokjin in confusion.

“I…. Yes. She’s well. We’re expecting a pup.” He said softly.

Both Taehyung and Seokjin went still.

“What?!!! Why didn’t you say that first?!!” Taehyung exclaimed, offended.

“It’s not that important…” Namjoon waved it off, reaching for the scrolls , “ what about the treaties, then? You did tell Jungkook we aren’t changing anything right?”

Seokjin scoffed.

“ Only you would say that these treaties are more important than your own pup.” He snapped.

Namjoon sighed a bit at that.

“I don’t mean that. I’m just saying, what she needs now is to rest and take care of herself and the baby. I’m not what she needs . I’ve arranged for her to stay in some private quarters with the other women.”

Seokjin sighed deeply. After years of being one of Namjoon’s trusted friends, he could feel his heart ache for the younger and all that he hid from the people around him. He reached out and gently placed a palm on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“ Namjoon, you don’t have to do all of this by yourself. Tae and I , we can take over duties a couple of days a week… You can relax… Maybe spend some time with your new wife….”

“She hates me.” Namjoon said softly. “ I spent a whole month trying to talk to her, all she did was tremble and shake. Even when we…” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “ Even in bed , she made me feel like I was some kind of…. Predator.”

Taehyung bit his lips, looking worried.

“You’re not… You’re not going to break the bond are you?” He asked nervously.

Namjoon sighed.

“I’m not. I may have considered it, before . But now… She’s with pup. I can’t do that to her. I don’t want to either.”

“Why did you pick her?”

Namjoon stayed quiet.

“Because you wanted a wife who wouldn’t ask or demand or complain.” Taehyung said distastefully.

“That’s not… You make it sound so terrible. I’m supposed to be taking over pack duties, supposed to renegotiate every single treaty we’ve drawn in the past twenty years, not to mention get the entire pack ready for the winter…. Of course I wanted a wife who would adjust. Have you seen the omegas in our clan? The ones I could court ? They want to leave on trips… They want to visit the neighbouring packs…. They want me to arrange festivities and feasts for every damn thing…. You think I can marry someone like that??” Namjoon snapped angrily. “none of them understand a damn thing about helping me out. They’re shallow and vain. Jiah… I chose her because she didn’t seem like one of them. She seemed like she could understand what it means to be my wife. But I was wrong. I thought she understood my responsibilities and was giving me my space…. Turns out she just thinks I’m some kind of monster she needs to run and hide from.”

Seokjin reached out, patting his back soothingly.

“Namjoon I understand… It’s been hard on you, and you’ve been doing all of it by yourself. Its bound to take a toll. And that’s why I think you should take a few days off, a week. Give us all the instructions. We’ll carry it all out. You can relax.”

“That’s exactly what my uncles want. For me to slack off. They’ll summon the council and want to challenge me again. I can’t afford it. “ Namjoon shook his head.” Not until the babe is born and my position as pack alpha is solidified. I can’t let them use this against me.”

Seokjin and Taehyung exchanged looks.

“Joon-ah….”

Namjoon gave both of them a tired smile.

“I’ll be fine hyung. It’s going to be okay.” He said reassuringly. “ The council’s meeting tomorrow right? I’ll try to go over these tonight.”

“Its already past sundown.” Taehyung said worriedly.

“Then I better ask the maids to keep enough oil for the lamp to last.”

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“What are you doing here?” Namjoon blinked, staring at her like she was out of her mind and Jiah flinched. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. But the sight of him made something curl in the pit of her stomach. He looked exhausted. Like he had been up all night. She wondered if perhaps she ought to retreat. Go back to the private quarters he’d arranged for her.

No. No , you will not chicken out of this.

“ You have a council meeting, this evening. Could I come with you?.” She said softly, watching his face carefully. She tried to read his emotions, tried to look for traces of irritation or anger but all she found was a sort of hopeless resignment. Like he had stopped trying to fight whatever was bringing him down.

“Come with me….?? ” Namjoon stared at her like he wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about.

She inhaled sharply.

“Your mother told me I could go. As your mate, I’m allowed to sit in on council meetings. She told me it’s a new provision. That you were the one who had it written in. So perhaps, you should… let me come with you.”

“My mother-“ He paused, sighing. “ You don’t have to do everything my mother asks you to.”

She blinked, the words throwing her off. The truth was, she had been the one, tailing the older woman all day, trying to see what she did and how she did it. Lady Kim had merely offered to help her do her duties. She had mentioned in passing, that for centuries , mates hadn’t been granted many rights of their own. Namjoon had spent the past couple of years making a lot of amendments to pack laws and the council hadn’t taken to kindly to all of them.

“ Of course. I just thought that, as I am your mate , perhaps I should accompany you. ” It was a miracle, the way her voice came out, steady . Not at all betraying the nervousness coursing through her veins.

“Jiah…. I’m not sure.” His voice dripped with hesitation and she flinched. Oh, well, no one could blame her for not trying.

“If you don’t want me there, that’s fine.” She said quickly.” I’ll go…”

She turned around, feeling her face burn red as she quickly descended the stairs to the courtyard.

“Jiah wait!!” His voice made her still.

She turned around swiftly.

“I didn’t mean to imply that I did not want you there. I just….Council meetings aren’t short. They tend to go on for hours. Will you be alright?” He asked gently, gaze dropping surreptitiously to her middle.

It took her a minute to understand what he was even talking about.

“I… Oh.” She quickly pressed her palms to her stomach, confused. “ I mean… I may have to be excused a couple of times to relieve myself. I’ve been doing that way more often than usual.” She laughed.

Namjoon’s lips quirked in a hint of a smile and she flushed. Surely, her stern mate didn’t want to hear about her body functions? What was she even doing…

“But, yes. I wouldn’t mind sitting with you. Truly.” She said quickly.

Namjoon nodded.

“Well, then. You can come with me. It’s an hour before sundown… I’ll come fetch you myself.”

“Yes , alpha.” She said brightly, curtsying lightly and immediately feeling like a fool.

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“They’re called red feathers …” The healer, a middle aged woman called Selma, opened a small earthenware jar to show her the contents. Jiah peered into the jar, catching sight of a bundle of dried flowers and roots.

“These can help me…?” She asked dubiously and Selma gave a quiet chuckle.

“They help you sleep better and also help you relax. They’re good for you. You won’t feel this anxious if you take them regularly.” She said calmly.

“Oh… alright.” Jiah nodded, glancing carefully at her mother in law who was standing elsewhere, looking through an assortment of salves and tinctures. “ Can I…. is this safe for Namjoon?”

Lady Kim stilled, turning around to glance at her sharply and Jiah stiffened. God, her impulsive mouth. She wasn’t even sure why she said it. Just the whole , helps sleep better , had immediately reminded her of how tired Namjoon had looked.

“I’ve already tried to get him to drink some of it. He refuses.” Lady Kim said tiredly. “ He feels that it may affect his mental faculties”

“Auntie Selma?” A high, soft voice rang through the hut and Jiah glanced up. She went still, catching sight of Jisoo, dressed in red velvet and all of her ornate jewelry.

“Ah… Jisoo…you’re back.” Selma said cheerfully. “ How can I help you child?”

Jisoo stared at her, eyes steady and unreadable.

“I need some wild carrot seeds and ginger roots.” She said softly and Lady Kim scoffed.

“I hope the man you’re taking into your bed is not who I think it is , Jisoo.” She growled. The younger woman merely bowed.

“I’m but a courtesan, my lady. I go where I am asked to.” She said softly.

Lady Kim sighed.

“Then perhaps you should go back home. Now.” She said sharply and jisoo flushed and ugly red.

“Your son wants me to visit him for tea , this evening. I was hoping to meet my lovely lady there…but I hear you no longer stay in his hut.” Jisoo turned to her, tone dripping with acid and Jiah swallowed nervously.

“I… I’m…” She couldn’t quite talk, much less think of something to say.

“Because she is with child.” Lady Kim said sharply, a hint of triumph in her tone. “ Namjoon’s child.”

Jisoo had gone paper white, her face pale and bloodless.

“What?” She whispered.

“It’s true. She carries my son’s heir. You know what that means, Jisoo. It means they are bound, for life. I like you. I respect your courage and admire your talents. You are beautiful and you deserve a mate of your own. Do not pursue my son.” Lady Kim said firmly.

Jisoo didn’t respond for a few seconds.

And then she bowed again .

“Like I said, my lady. I only go where I am called.” She said quietly.

She turned on her heels, stalking away and Jiah could only stare after her, heart pounding a bit at what had just happened. She wasn’t sure why she felt so much disquiet. She’d never had high hopes of fidelity from Namjoon. The entire village knew that Jisoo had been his paramour. But now that she had seen how dismissive the younger girl was of her, she felt the unaccountable urge to fight back. To stake her claim.

“You look pretty upset. Don’t let her bother you. Namjoon will not break his vows.” Lady Kim said quietly and Jiah gave her a soft smile, although her heart still raced. She remembered how pretty the girl had looked in all her brocades and velvets. She stared down at her own murky yellow dress. She couldn’t go to the council meeting, dressed worse than a courtesan. Couldn’t embarrass Namjoon like that.

“ My Lady….” She turned to her mother in law. The older woman hummed, returning to examining the shelves.

“What is it, child?”

“Can we stop at the seamstress’ hut on our way back?”

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Whatever Namjoon had been expecting, as he knocked on his wife’s private quarters, it hadn’t been this.

He stared , or to be more accurate, gaped at his wife, completely thrown by her appearance.

She looked…. Cheerful.

That was the only word he could think of, taking in the warm yellow and green fabric of her gown, all with an abundance of ribbons and lace. She had also clearly made some effort to tame her hair.

Not a very successfully attempt, considering the dozen strands sticking out of her bun and curling over her bare neck and shoulders …..but an attempt nonetheless.

Which reminded him.

Why was her neck bare?

“I…. have you forgotten… part of your dress…?” He asked awkwardly, gaze trained on the pale, blemish less expanse of skin in front of him. Too much of it was on display he felt.

“Oh?” Jiah twirled about for a second, glancing at herself. “ Not at all, my alpha. This is how it is.”

Namjoon blinked.

“Right… the night is getting colder. Perhaps a shawl?” He suggested tactfully.

Jiah frowned, sticking a hand out of the door as though to the gauge the night air.

“Really? Feels quite warm to me.” She said thoughtfully.

“It may be cold for the baby.” He said quickly and that made her pause. She glanced back down at her tummy and he wondered what she expected to see, every time she did that.

“Perhaps you’re right alpha….let me be back.” She floated back into the hut and he sighed in relief when she reappeared with a white fleece shawl over her shoulders.

“Shall we go ?” She asked quietly and he hesitated before slowly offering her his arm. She gripped it lightly, and they began the short walk to the main village square where the council usually convened.

“You… You’re better adjusted to this place now?” He asked carefully, trying to find the girl he had taken to his bed. The terrified, nervous , trembling young girl.

Jiah didn’t respond at once.

“I… I’ve been drinking some of Selma’s potions. They help.” She said quietly and he frowned.

“Potions? Potions for what?”

“They help with my nerves. I get scared easily…imagine things ….” She trailed off nervously.” I’m very anxious by nature and it gets worse in a new place. With new people.”

Namjoon considered that carefully. That made sense. Perhaps, that was why she had been so odd.

“The potions help?” He asked carefully and she nodded.

“Yes…that and your mother.”

“My mother?”

“She’s very kind to me.”

Namjoon laughed a bit at that. In all the years he has had people talking to him about his mother, the word ‘kind ‘ had never come up.

“ I’m being honest….she has helped me adapt to this place. To see how things are run. I… I don’t want to be a bother. I want to pull my weight. In the pack. To help in any way I can…”

Namjoon felt a sudden unaccountable fondness bloom in his chest at the innocent words.

“ That’s very virtuous of you.” He said seriously and she flushed.

They didn’t say anything else, continuing the rest of the path in companionable silence Namjoon spotted the seven council members gathered around a blazing fire and lightly stepped closer to her.

“You can stay close to me. You don’t have to answer them. If they try to draw you into any controversial topic, just ignore them. I’ll handle it.” He said quickly.

Jiah gave him a wide eyed, nervous look but nodded quickly, fingers moving from his forearm to his palm , linking with his own and gripping tight.

“I’m here. You’re not alone.” She said quickly and it was ridiculous, how the words actually helped him relax just a little.

Taking a deep breath, he led her on to the meeting.

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Author’s Note : i thinks its about time i accepted that this is a full blown fic and not just a drabble. fuck my life.

Note : Red feathers are actually herbal medicines used as anti depressants. So this is just werewolf au equivalent of therapy.

#namjoon au #namjoon werewolf au #bts werewolf au #alpha namjoon #namjoon smut #bts smut #bts au #bts fics #bts fanfics

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