#give duckies their peas! :) <3 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

songmingisthighs · 1 year

Text

[10.34] dad!yunho × baby!jinsik × mom!reader

⇀ how can they be so alike ?

⇁ SO @flowerboykun AND I MADE THIS WHOLE XIKERS AS ATEEZ'S BABY THING AND- BRAINROT !!! I NEED TO GET THIS MADNESS OUT !!!! get ready for more of this in the future though

⇁ disclaimer : the author is not forcing any ideas or form of relationship between irl characters. this fic is specifically for entertainment purposes

You have heard stories about how Yunho was the spitting image of his father. Especially in terms of his personality and humor.

So when Jinsik came into the world, you were not surprised that he immediately became Yunho's best friend, a title Mingi let the kid have because he has "genetic privileges". But how can he not? The boy was the spitting image of his dad; his smile, the mischievous glint in his eyes, and the way he acted, they were definitely twins in the past life or something. The connection they just seem to have was amazing, inexplicable even. Sometimes you envy it because they were just like two peas in a pod.

However, this would more often than not mean that they would both act ridiculously in public and when this happens, your envy decrease significantly. You understood them acting goofily when Jinsik was merely 2 or 3 years old, the boy can be a great source of entertainment just from how he laughed; Yunho is awesome with making the kid laugh. Heck, you loved seeing them being so damn adorable together, just having fun while bonding. Just... Not when they were acting like the entire world was their playground. Especially now that Jinsik is 5 years old because he was getting braver and more forward with his jokes and pranks. It's cute, don't misunderstand, but how were you supposed to proudly claim that Jinsik is your son and Yunho is your husband when they walk around public spaces with a plastic container on their heads and called themselves astronauts and proudly claim the frozen food aisle a "new planet filled with breaded subjects waiting to be fried"?

"Honey, look at this!" Yunho laughed, calling out for you from the other side of the rack.

Your little family were out shopping for Minjae's birthday and knowing Hongjoong, you'd have to be very careful when picking his son's clothes. The last time someone made a mistake (Wooyoung with a duckie costume), someone (Wooyoung) got smacked with something (raw bacon).

From the way Yunho laughed, you JUST know that Jinsik did something and you know you HAD to look and react appropriately to boost your son's confidence and not make him resent you in the future. "Good God, give me strength," you muttered to yourself with a groan before plastering a neutral face and going to the other side of the rack. "What is it?" you asked your husband who had his phone out and a cackle on his face. Looking at you with much happiness, he nudged in the direction of his- your son with his head enthusiastically, "Look at what Jinsik is doing!" he giggled.

When you looked at your son, your eyes almost bulged out when you saw he had his head through a stair railing, a big grin on his face as he waved enthusiastically at you. "Mommy, look!" he giggled, moving up and down the railing without a single care. "Wha- Jinsik, get out of there!" you exclaimed, rushing to save your son from being permanently stuck in the railing but Yunho grabbed your arm before you could even move close to your son. In your eyes, Jinsik was screaming for help and was panicking because of the fact you have mother's anxiety (and Yunho has father's nonchalance) despite the boy looking like he was on a Disneyland ride. "What are you doing?" Yunho asked, blinking curiously at you which made you scoff because it was as if the answer was not staring at him back in the eyes with his neck between the wall and the stair railing. "What do you mean what I'm doing? I'm saving our- MY son from having his head stuck there and having to live as the department store stair railing boy," the words came out of you in the speed of light as you wanted nothing more than to get your son out and back safely in your arms. Oh, how much you wish you were a kangaroo to keep your little hopper of a son safe on your person always. Especially knowing what his dad and his uncles are like. "Look at him, he's having the time of is life!" as if to make a point, Yunho snapped his head to Jinsik who was moving around happily on his own, "Buddy, show mommy your microwave bit!" he commanded. Jinsik beamed and nodded enthusiastically, "Mommy, look! I'm last night's pizza!"

Your eyes almost bulged out when Jinsik began turning around in his spot as he imitated the sound of a microwave whirring. Though it seemed like an innocent move and a careful one at that, in your eyes, it seemed like Jinsik was about to twist his neck and have his head pop off. "My God- Jinsik!" this time, Yunho couldn't even stop you as you rush to your baby and immediately tried to get him out of the railing. Despite Yunho's laughter and Jinsik's complaints, you decided to just not listen to the father and son duo in order to save yourself some sanity from being overly worried.

Yunho's laughter slowed down however when he noticed that you were taking some time to get the boy out. "Honey?" he called out, taking small steps towards you and Jinsik, "Is something wrong?" It was then that you turned to look at him with your face pale and Jinsik with his jaw slack, "Yunnie, I think Jinsik's stuck."

All hell broke loose with Jinsik crying and you trying to calm him down and Yunho not knowing how to prioritize between putting down his phone, getting help, stopping recording, getting people to come to help them, and dropping the bags he was holding. There were approximately 3 store employees and 2 security guards working together to free your son from his (self) imprisonment as a small crowd gathered nearby. Even though the employees were working together as quickly as they can, the poor boy just kept crying, snot and tears mixing together down his cheeks. "M-m-mommy I'm s-sorry for no-ot listening to you," he hiccupped as he grips on your shirt tightly with his trembling hands, "Mommy, get me out, please," he whimpered sadly with bottom lip trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. "It's okay buddy, these people are helping you!" Yunho crouched down in front of him, pointing at the workers who were trying to unscrew the railing to let Jinsik out. Though his dad was trying to help, Jinsik couldn't help but pout at him, "You should be here with me," he sniffled, annoyed that though it was both of their ideas to have Jinsik put his head through the railing, he was the only one suffering.

It didn't take long for the workers to get the railing off and once he was free, Jinsik leapt into your arms and buried his face on your shoulders. Jinsik is always affectionate, but it still felt nice whenever he showed affection JUST for you.

Both you and Yunho thanked the workers before hauling ass (from embarrassment). Jinsik clung onto you the whole way out of the store and refused to get down. He was still calming himself down by doing this little habit that he has been doing since he was a baby which is stroking your nape gently.

"Honey, you want me to carry him?" Yunho offered as he reached forward to take Jinsik out of your hands but before he could even touch the boy, Jinsik had slapped his hands away and stuck his tongue out. "I wanna be with mommy," Jinsik said in a mocking tone before wrapping his arms tightly around your neck and hiding his face on your shoulder. His statement made Yunho huff jokingly and pretended to walk faster in front of you two, "Well then, I'll just go have ice cream by myself!" it was obvious that Yunho was trying to bait Jinsik with a treat but unfortunately, Jinsik only waved him off, "'Kay daddy, have fun! Mommy and I will get cupcakes!"

Jinsik might be a carbon copy of his dad, but you were glad that when it comes to his favourite parent, you might be it.

taglist :

network :

@yvnnieurl @kodzukein @phenomenalgirl9 @skzatzloveismonsterous @memorymonster @thesolarplanetarysystem @dreamlesswonder86 @maddiebabyxoxo @imababywolf @do-you-actually-care @marievllr-abg @ilsedingsx @wasteitonserendipity @bbymatz @noonaishere @honeyhwaaa @ateezourstars @yoonjunshi @yoongiigolden @camillelafaye @charreddonuts @jcngh0-hq @kpopnightingale @starryunho @atinct @mirror-juliet @hyuckilstan @jayb17 @kpoplover718 @imswitchbabemox @haatohwa @youngestdelacour @x-bluee @erinaimeex @blackb3ll @mingiholic @angelicyeo @vampcharxter @meowmeowminnie @marvelous-llama @kawennote09 @hongjoong-lovebot @ming-ki @stopeatread @spooo00oky @asjkdk @shinotani

@chloepurpy @cutie-wooyo

@cultofdionysusnet @kflixnet

298 notes · View notes

two-dense · 10 months

Text

2D, casually walking into the recording studio at 3 in the morning: H-hey Murdoc… where do you typically get your weed from? No reason. Just wondering.

Murdoc, not bothering to look away from the bass he’s tuning: Well now, ducky, I’ve never been one to give up my suppliers and you know that~ But if you smoked that blunt wrapped with the gold shit in it then you’re getting expertly fucked.

2D: Oh… um… okay, right, I’m sorry-

Murdoc, cackling: No, I don’t mean you’re fucked because I’m gonna punish you I mean that pot is gonna blow your pea-sized brain, Stu. It was given to me by Snoop Dogg.

2D: OH GOD-

Murdoc: Yeah, this should be interesting. Sit down now, I reckon you won’t be able to stand for a few hours and not for the usual reasons~.

#gorillaz #murdoc niccals #incorrect quotes #murdoc gorillaz #stuart pot #2d gorillaz #2doc #weed mention #weed #tw weed #stoner!2D #stoner!Murdoc

16 notes · View notes

changingplumbob · 6 months

Text

Goth Household: Chapter 7, Part 3

Next part of the Goth saga. In it Milton continues his bedtime avoidance and the maid continues to avoid vacuuming the house. Dust bunnies pile up.

It's Milton’s favourite big brother Alexander. He's popped over to check in on Milton and Bella. Before he can see his mum however Milton begs him to read a book. He agrees and picks a story about shapes. Guess Milton will learn them even if he rejects learning them with blocks. Boy loves his books.

Mortimer once again complains to Alexander about his choice in fiancé but Alexander won't listen. Bella misses this exchange as she is busy getting Milton in bed but when she gets to the dinner table, she can feel the tension in the air. Her and Alexander do manage to have a good chat despite this.

Before I know it Milton is up and trying to avoid bedtime by asking Bella for something. Nothing queues though so Bella has some playtime with him since he's not hungry. Afterwards she again reads him to sleep. Second time is the charm and he sleeps for the rest of the night.

Monday morning and Milton toddles off to his private daycare. Once Bella has left for work and the maid arrives Mortimer questions her about the paparazzi claiming someone told them he cheated on Bella. She assures him she doesn't want it getting out either as she also has a family to think of.

Milton gets home from daycare and autonomously bites Mortimer. Mortimer is mad understandably and tries to discipline him but Milton isn't listening. He doesn't care what his father thinks of his behaviour, his mummy loves him. Giving up Mortimer gives him dinner and goes outside to observe the sky.

Milton eats his peas, still feeling grumpy. At the end he wants to get out so throws his first tantrum. Mortimer is too far away to hear however. Giving up, Milton resigns himself to examining things around the room. The shelf display is nice but the empty suit of armour scares him a bit.

Having run out of choices Milton decides to nap since he's stuck. Eventually Mortimer returns from the telescope to clean up the bowl. He wakes Milton up and finally lets him out. He doesn't want Bella yelling about leaving Milton in the high chair again.

Milton plays by himself for a bit until Bella gets home. She is not pleased by what she finds. Despite having a maid the floor is slowly collecting dust piles and dust bunnies. After telling Mortimer the maid needs to improve she gives Milton a quick bath. He loves that rubber ducky.

Mortimer has managed to write a bestselling sci fi book so quickly sends it off for publishing when Alexander stops by. Mortimer is surprised, but Alexander assures him he's not there to visit him. Milton runs outside and Alexander scoops him up. Despite feeling angry he carries him to his toys.

Bella and Alexander chat while she peruses the Intelligence Database. Milton is trying his best with the shapes and Alexander helps him out. Alexander may visit more than Cassandra but Cassandra is always calling Bella inviting her over to visit. To be fair it's hard to travel with 2 infants.

Over breakfast Bella tries to talk to Mortimer. At first he seems reasonable. Slowly however the conversation turns sour. Mortimer is busy critiquing her woohoo technique when she decides the best thing to do is end the conversation. She goes and observes the sky until work.

On her way out Bella requests that Sarah do a thorough vacuum. Sarah bids the nanny goodbye at the end of shift and I check. We have even more dust bunnies than before. At least there never seem to be any in the study where Milton investigates books.

Mortimer returns from work a Global Superstar. Fame isn't everything though. He has developed a work rivalry with one Keao Kamealoha. Never heard of him but Mortimer can't be promoted until the situation is resolved one way or another. Something tells me Mortimer will take the low road but we'll see.

Mortimer goes straight to fix the fridge, carelessly making the floor dirtier. Do you mind sir? He continues a meal that the nanny started earlier when the nanny announces her departure. Excuse me I did not dismiss you come back! Mortimer won't look after Milton properly.

Milton is having a groove when Mortimer enters the study. Mortimer is tense with the dirty surroundings and tells Milton to be quiet. Ever the kind watcher, I get Milton to play with his loudest rattle. Take that! When Bella tucks Milton in bed he is still angry about being family with Mortimer.

Tick tock on the clock and Milton is awake and avoiding bedtime, despite being sad about being tired. Bella gives him some desert and reads him to sleep again. Mortimer uses the night time to go for a jog without paparazzi hanging around.

I watch the maid carefully the next day and she still doesn't vacuum. Mortimer decides enough is enough and calls the agency to cancel the service. He then spends about 3 sim hours vacuuming up all the dust piles and bunnies until everything is sparkling clean. We need a new strategy.

Mortimer: Just so you know, I fired Sarah

Bella: Does the agency have a replacement

Mortimer: No, I decided to fire the agency

Bella: What? Mortimer how will the house be kept tidy

Mortimer: Don't suppose you want to volunteer? I'm joking, lighten up

Bella: *sighs*

Mortimer: The clear solution is hire a live in maid, nanny combo

Bella: a permanent nanny?

Mortimer: Mainly maid

Bella: Not a butler?

Mortimer: Butlers are too glitchy

Bella: Do I get a say in any of this

Mortimer: I'll see some candidates tomorrow and you can meet the victor on your day off

Milton may have reached level 3 of the potty skill but that doesn't stop him having an accident with the potty this morning.

Bella: Good morning su-

Milton: *cries*

Bella: Oh sunshine, what's wrong?

Milton: I had potty accident Bella: It's not so bad, we'll fix it. Accidents are part of life

Milton: I like baths

Bella: So do I sunshine

Milton: You can have mine *splashes*

Bella: Well thank you but let's try keep the water in the tub

Milton: Mummy why is father boring

Bella: What do you mean

Milton: Always mean, always busy, always boring

Bella: He- I- I'm sorry it seems like that Milton

Milton: You fun mummy

Bella: Thank you. And of course you have Cassandra and Alexander

Milton: Sister and brother

Bella: That's right

Milton: And mummy

Bella: Yes. Now we better get breakfast before the day gets away from us

Milton: Gets away where

Bella: Any old where

Milton: *laughs*

Bella gets Milton his breakfast and decides to call Cassandra. She feels bad about not having had time to pop over between work and Milton. While Milton crunches his cereal she has a chatty family call, promising Cassandra she'll see her on Friday, her day off.

Bella is practicing chess on the computer when she hears sparking. Milton is busy playing with his squeaky toy and has reached level 5 of the imagination skill. After the potty skill this is his next toddler skill to be maxed out.

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #Rotation7 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #GothHousehold #MiltonGoth #BellaGoth #AlexanderGoth #MortimerGoth #R0701

1 note · View note

mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

Text

The gone but never forgotten queen; Brian May x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well for those who have enjoyed the first couple of parts to “Soulmates through music” I hereby am proud to announce that I have not one but two that’s right TWO chapters for you all. So here my lovely darlings in the long awaited part 2.

Now just be warned THERE IS SOME ANGST HERE. I tried to do as much medical research as I could so if there is anything I got wrong about it, please please please please please PLEASE inform me, especially if you yourselves suffer through this condition I have written. Other than the swearing contained in here and the angst, there’s nothing else really to be said about warnings. I hope you all enjoy this my darlings and be on the look out for pt.3 coming up shortly :)

Links to other parts.

Part 1 Part 1.5 Part 3 Part 4

Queen Taglist:

@geek-and-proud

__________________________________________________________

*1979*

It was the end of yet another show. A stage handler handed me a towel and I wiped my forehead and dabbed my cheeks wiping the sweat that was pouring off my face.

“(Y/n) darling you were fantastic out there!” I heard Freddie’s voice praise me as I felt him tackle me from behind in a hug. I laughed and patted his hand as I said.

“Hey just doin as you taught me Fred.” I felt him kiss my cheek and that’s when Roger’s voice piped.

“Oi Brian, I think your wife’s replaced you with Fred!”

“Fuck you Taylor!” I cried out. He stuck his tongue at me and I flipped him off meanwhile Brian and Deacy soon came into the view and I left Fred’s embrace and went to my husband’s and we kissed each other and I said to him. “You know you’re the only guy for me right?”

“I would assume so my love.”

“You are never doubt yourself. To me you will always be my Emperor penguin.”

“And you’re my empress penguin.” We kissed each other again as Roger said again.

“God I can’t take this mushy gooey shit another second.”

“One day though Rog you’ll get that girl and then it’ll be our turn to make fun of you.” Brian said as he turned towards the blonde drummer.

In our dressing room we were all back in normal clothes and I was wiping away the makeup from my face when Freddie said.

“Come on darling we’re gonna head on over to the pub around the corner.” I stopped wiping my makeup away for a brief moment and said as I turned towards the guys.

“You all go on ahead, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“You sure (y/n)?” asked Deacy.

“Yeah. Don’t worry guys I’m fine, now go on I’ll literally be right behind you.”

“Okay if you say so.” It was then Freddie, Roger and Deacy left the dressing room and headed on down to the pub we had passed on our way here. I turned back towards the mirror and looked down at my hands and rubbed my left wrist as I could feel the numbing pain once more.

I felt two hands rub up and down my biceps and a kiss at my temple.

“Your wrists again dear?”

“Yeah, they’re even more numb than the last show we played at.” I felt Brian take one of my hands as he came around and knelt down beside me. His long, calloused fingers very softly stroked my hands I turned to look at Brian and he kissed the underside of my wrist up to my palm before saying.

“Perhaps you should take a break from tomorrow night’s performance.”

“Brian this is the 12th show I’ll be missing of the tour. The press is starting to get on my ass on why I’ve been skipping shows, already spilling out lies about me.”

“Darling you know as well as I that the press always want to rile any famous face up, just to get us to really start something and make us seem the bad guys here.”

“I know, god why must they be so horrible to people?”

“That’s a question I wish I had an answer to.” He placed his hand against my cheek and said as he stared into my eyes, “But seriously, as your husband I insist you take tomorrow night’s performance off. Doctor’s orders.”

“But I don’t want to let the guys down. I feel like now I’m just being dead weight by skipping all these shows.”

“You know that they’d never think of you so lowly. They adore you, and they’re worried about you just as much as I am.”

“Well don’t. I think I’m just overexerting myself with all this new music we’ve been creating. Trying to improvise on how certain songs that don’t really need keyboard accompaniment would sound.”

“Just need a bit more rest, give your hands and wrists time to heal.” He finished for me. I smiled at him and he softly smiled back. “C’mon, let’s go home.”

“What about the guys?”

“They’ll be fine, you’re my number one priority right now.” Suddenly I was picked up bridal style. I let out a soft shriek and laughed as I said.

“Bri, my legs are fine it’s just my wrists that hurt.”

“But you have been standing all night long, your feet must be killing you my love, the least I can do it give you a lift to your carriage.” I laughed as I shook my head at him and said.

“You silly penguin.”

“Ahh but your silly penguin.” He said as his forehead touched mine, our noses just barely grazing each other’s.

“Yeah, my strong emperor penguin.”

“My beautiful empress penguin.” We Eskimo kissed each other and not once separated until we threw our heads back (think of it like the two penguin love gesture that they do when they nuzzle each other and shake their heads as they throw them back).

The next day while Brian had gone to rehearsals I stayed at the house with the kids and my mum who wanted to visit her two favorite grandchildren. Almost a year ago, Jimmy had come into the world out of nowhere but we’re ever so grateful for our little boy, and of course little Chloe adores her brother. Even at only a year old she always want to be around him, they take naps together, they play together, eat together, swing on the swings together.

I just hope as they get older it’ll stay that way and that we don’t have to deal with any sibling drama.

Currently I was just fixing up the kid’s lunch as it was getting close to their lunchtime according to the schedule that Brian and I had agreed to while my mum entertained the kids.

“So how have things been going between you and Brian dear?” I heard her ask.

“Great mum. He’s still as humble as the day I met him, I can’t say the same for Roger though.” I teased. “Okay give me my children mum, it’s lunchtime.”

“Okay my little duckies, you both ready for lunch? You both ready for lunch?” I could hear Chloe babbling cutely and Jimmy clapping his hands. My mum soon came into the kitchen with both my kids in each arm and I cooed out as I reached for Jimmy.

“You ready to eat my little man huh? You ready to eat?” But as I went to pick him up by his underarms, I felt this sudden shot of agonizing pain. It was like having a hammer suddenly slam right on your hand without warning or receiving an electrical shot times 50.

I cried out in pain which had my mum worried scared.

“Oh my god (y/n) baby what is it? What hurts?” With all my screaming and crying, it made the kids start to cry too. My mum set the kids down in their chairs and came over to me and took my hands and placed a bag of frozen peas over them as she tried to soothe me.

Within fifteen minutes after icing them and finally getting the kids to calm down, the shocking pain was gone and replaced with the normal numbness. My mum sat on the couch feeding Jimmy now after just feeding Chloe.

“How long has this been going on for?” I didn’t answer her. “(Y/n) (m/n) May you tell me right now or so help me—”

“I don’t know mum, truly I don’t.” Actually that was a lie. But I’m always been such a convincing person that I can make a lie sound like the truth.

Hell if I’m being honest, I think this pain first started the night Brian, Roger and I met Freddie. The pain started up around then, it came in short intervals then it wouldn’t happen again for another few months or so. But it truly started to get this bad shortly after Jimmy was born and of course Brian being the clever person that he is, saw right through my lies and I told him about the pain I’ve been experiencing.

“(Y/n) sweetie I really think you should see a doctor about this.”

“I have mum, the medics always tell me just to ice it, have it be supported at night and hope that it goes away.”

“Well what do those concert medics know? What I just witnessed it seems like they don’t know shit.”

“Mum!”

“I’m sorry but it’s true. I’ll make you an appointment with your father’s physical therapist and see what he says. I’ll even come with you.”

“No mum don’t. I’m not a little girl anymore that’s scared to go to the doctors. I can do it myself. I’ll find someone else to do this, besides somehow the press got a hold of where dad’s therapist clinic was and I don’t want to be bombarded with their bull.”

“Okay darling, promise me you’ll call me and tell me what the doctor will tell you.” My mum asked as she placed a hand on my cheek.

“I promise mum.” I rubbed her arm and kissed it and she wrapped her arm around me and I lay my head on her chest as she kissed the top of my head.

That night I lay there on my empty bed wearing one of Brian’s nightshirts wishing that he was here with me. Truth is, I’m terrified about what I will find out. I don’t know if this is some type of new cancer or if something else is truly wrong with me and I could be dying. I didn’t want to die, I didn’t want to leave Brian, Deacy, Rog, Freddie or the kids this soon.

I gripped Brian’s pillow and softly cried into it trying to imagine being in Brian’s arms hoping that would bring me comfort but unfortunately it didn’t and I ended up crying myself to sleep.

The next few days were a blur as I tried to find myself the perfect doctor that wouldn’t spill the beans to the press about what I will find wrong with myself. It was hard trust me, but I managed to find a perfect candidate; Dr. Stephen Matthews a PCP and neurologist.

I called his office and told him who I was and told him that if I were to meet him then there has to be utter secrecy of what will be discussed between us. I wanted it to be just him and me in the room at all times, locked doors, blinds shut, everything.

Amazingly he agreed to the terms and told me that his job was not only to diagnose his patients but also ensure the secrecy of their diagnoses. It was then I made an appointment with him first thing the next morning.

At 4:30am I woke up and stood in the bathroom getting ready for my appointment. After getting some makeup on, I then bumped it up a notch and put my hair in a tight bun before placing a wig cap over my head. Once I had hidden all traces of my normal hair strands, I reached for the short asymmetrical pure black bob wig that sat right there on a mannequin head.

Just to fool around with the press, I still kept in touch with an old friend and my former roommate from University, Nadia Romanoff who was into theatre specifically hair and makeup and let me tell you she was amazing at it. So amazing that she immediately got hired for the London Shakespearean theater to work for them, now she’s in the film industry in America.

Free of charge and as sorta payback for making me her guinea pig for most of the term that I was there, I had asked her if she could hook me up with some different wigs to which she replied. So the 10 wigs I keep stored away with my concert attires, are all wigs personally made by her, made from real human hair donated from barbershops for purposes such as Nadia’s.

I placed the wing on top of my head and messed around with it and brushed it out until it looked like I had a completely different hairstyle, especially since I was known for my long (h/c). So with this hairstyle I would just look like another person. I sighed deeply as I stared at myself in the mirror.

After dropping the kids off at Brian’s mum’s place since she was always an early riser than my own mum was, I drove to Stephen’s clinic. As the sun was starting to rise, I entered inside the clinic and walked down the silent hallway until I reached his office.

We then began doing various tests and x-rays on both hands and of course like all doctors he asked me the basic questions. When did it start? How long has it been going on for? Did I have any family history with this kind of pain, etc.

And it was then at 7:15am when Dr. Matthews came in and sat down in front of me with a file in his hand and he told me exactly what it was that was causing my wrists and hands so much pain.

CTS. Otherwise known as Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.

Having not heard of this before the first thing I asked him was how long I’ve got to live. To which he answered that it’s not cancerous or even dangerous, but it’s apparently when there’s a pinched nerve in the wrists are blocked which is why I’ve been experiencing the numbness.

He said sometimes it is caused by over stressing of the wrists whether it was due to sewing, manufacturing, writing, or in my case, piano playing. He also said some contributing factors to CTS was due to fluid retention during pregnancy or menopause. He even mentioned that it’s not uncommon because women were three times more likely to get diagnosed with CTS than men were, so he assured me I wasn’t the only woman he’s diagnosed with this problem.

“Do you understand Mrs. May? The—way we go from here you can either continue home remedies such as icing and supporting it as you sleep along with some medications and some braces, or we could operate.”

“What would the operation entail?” I asked him.

“Well it wouldn’t be too excessive, just enough for a neurosurgeon to just cut the ligaments to relieve the pressure, no overnight stay required. But due to the severity and the amount of wait time you’ve had to get this checked out the surgery would pose an even greater risk than had you’d been diagnosed a few years ago.”

“What would happen to me?”

“There’s—a risk of potential nerve damage. There could be a high chance of you never being able to control your fingers specifically your thumbs, index and tall fingers. The choice is all up to you, I’m only just explaining the risks that could happened should you choose the surgical path. If not then it’ll just be home remedies and prescribed medication for the rest of your life to help with the numbness and the pain from spiking up as you had told me about when you tried to pick up your son.” I nodded my head and I asked him.

“Can you give me a couple of days to think it over?”

“Of course, for now I’m going to give you a pharmacy address for where you can pick up your wrist braces, then once you’ve reached a decision call me back and we can discuss on where we go from there.” I thanked him for his time and I walked down the hallway toward the exit.

Just before I could walk out the door, I soon heard someone say to me which echoed through the still empty hallway.

“Dynamite with a laser beam.” I stopped in place and turned to see a woman around my age with a brace on her wrist too. The corner of my mouth lifted as I responded back to her.

“Guarantee to blow your mind.” Her eyes widened and I smiled softly at her and held my index finger to my lips telling her not to give away our secret. She smiled at me and I walked out of the clinic and drove back to my step-mum’s house to pick up the kids and take them home.

A week passed and I still hadn’t come to a decision just yet. I still wore the wrist braces but I was still on the fence about going on medications for the rest of my life or risking a surgery that could mess up my nerves forever.

As I was rocking Jimmy for his afternoon nap, a knock was soon heard at the door. Jimmy grumbled and fussed at being woken up just as he was about to fall asleep. I sighed heavily vowing to kill whomever it was that was at the door for waking up my stubborn boy. I reached the door and opened it and I was shocked to see just who was standing on the other side.

“Tim?”

“Hey (y/n), been awhile, hadn’t it?”

“Yeah uhh—” I didn’t know what to say to him. It’s been god I don’t know almost ten years since I’ve spoken to my brother and now all of a sudden here he is at my doorstep.

“Can—I come in?” he asked. Normally I would’ve declined this offer but I knew I had to be the adult here, we’re both grown ups now and it’s time to bury the hatchet. Plus he came all this way and it’d be rude for me to just throw him back out on the street.

“Sure, yeah please come in.” I opened the door further for him and led him inside.

We now sat in the parlor and I handed Tim his coffee just like how he liked it; black no sugar. He set the mug down after having a sip and I held Jimmy close to me trying to get him to go back to sleep.

“Which one is this?” asked Tim.

“This is Jimmy, your nephew. Chloe is currently napping right now. But you can look through that album under the table at Chloe’s baby book.” He nodded and took Chloe’s baby book out and began browsing through it. He softly smiled and said.

“She looks just like you did when you were first born.”

“That’s what mum said.” Silence rang through the room and that’s when I said, “Tim not that I don’t appreciate you coming here but—why are you here?”

“Mum told me about your diagnoses that your secret doctor gave you, that CST.”

“CTS.” I corrected him.

“Right. Back when I got into Humpy Bong our pianist was diagnosed with it as well, completely ruined him. So much so that he thought he had no meaning left and he actually overdosed. When mum told me that you had it I—I just wanted to make sure you weren’t gonna…..you know.”

“Tim…..”

“I know that I haven’t been the best brother to you, hell I was a total wanker to you growing up. Pushing you too hard, I feel like this is my fault and I just….”

“Tim stop.” I told him. He looked up at me and I sighed deeply before saying calmly, “I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything. There’s no reason you should even feel guilt. Well I could let you but I’m a mother now and I want to teach my kids that holding grudges never solves anything.” Tim choked out a laugh and I continued, “But what I do ask of you is that you don’t feel sorry for me, okay? I don’t want any sympathy or frowns or even tears about this. Stuff like this just happens, and for women it’s more common why that is I have no idea. Wish it didn’t but it does for whatever goddamn reason.”

“I want to make things right between us. So if you need anything, and I mean anything at all. You know you can always call me, right?” I smiled softly at him.

Seeing the soft look in his eyes, that’s all I’ve ever wanted from Tim. His acceptance and the true love of what an older brother is.

“Thank you Tim. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to here you say those words.”

“I should’ve said them to you from the beginning. I failed you as a brother, but I want to make things right now. Will—will you give me another chance?” I looked at my brother and softly smiled at him.

Suddenly the front door opened again and I heard a familiar voice call out.

“Darling we’re home!” Soon the boys came around the corner of the house and when they saw Tim, both Brian and Roger were shocked to see him after all this time.

“Tim.” Muttered Brian.

“Brian, Rog, long time no see huh? Good to see you all have made a good name for yourselves.” Answered Tim.

“He’s not bothering you, is he (y/n)?” asked Roger succumbing to his protective instincts that he’s had towards me.

“Calm down Rog, everything’s good. I invited him over, felt like he deserved to meet his nephew and niece. A visit that was long overdue, right Tim?” he turned toward me and he went along with it.

“Yeah. But I don’t wish to impose any longer, I’ll see myself out.”

“Nonsense. I’m just about to start dinner, why don’t you stay?” I said to him. Tim looked at me unsure but I gave him an assuring look telling him that there was no way he was getting away that easily.

“If that’s alright with you lads.” It was then Brian spoke up.

“I don’t mind. You did come all this way, plus you do deserve the chance to meet your niece and nephew face to face. Where’s Chloe at love?”

“She’s napping, though it is around the time she should be waking up. Why don’t you go get her Brian?” He nodded then went upstairs to go get Chloe.

“I can take him if you’d like (y/n).” said Deacy.

“Thanks John.” I handed him my son and I went over to the kitchen and that’s when Freddie and Roger came in and they asked if I needed some help.

I asked Fred to help me with some of the cooking while I had Roger set up the table. After that boiled egg incident at Ridge farm, I vowed to never let Roger near a kitchen stove ever again so setting up the table is what he’ll be stuck with. Once the pasta was ready, we all set down to a family dinner and I was told by the guys that they officially had a week break to rest up before they would head to America to finish up the tour.

So throughout the night it was spent just catching up and for the first time, Tim and I began to connect with each other as brother and sister.

Later that night after everyone had left the house and Brian went to bed, I silently slipped out of the bed and headed into the kitchen to make the phone call that I had been denying myself. I held the phone to my ear and waited for it to ring before finally I heard his voice on the other line.

“Dr. Matthews it’s (Y/n) May. I’ve made my decision.”

A few days later with the help of Dr. Matthews, he gave me the prescribed pills that I would need to take twice a day one in the morning and one at night before I go to bed. I kept the pills hidden so well that not even Brian would be able to find them or even suspect anything. The American tour dates were fast approaching so after the boys had their week’s rest it was time to get back in the game, and this time I was tagging along with them once more.

We were currently rehearsing “We are the Champions” and I was at the piano. We were at the second chorus and I was doing good so far, the boys giving it their all and Freddie singing his heart out almost as if this rehearsal room was full of people instead of just us five.

But by the second transition when the chorus needed to repeat, my wrists flared up even with the braces on and I missed a key. Which caused me to slam down the left side keys of the piano before leaning my head against my hands and holding them together trying to get the pain to stop.

“Yep, let’s call it.” I heard Deacy say as everyone stopped playing and agreed.

“Sorry. I played like shit.” I complimented as I shut the lid protecting the keys. “You boys are lovely, sounded good.” I told them as I spun around from the piano bench as I saw the boys packing up their stuff. “God if Elton heard me play like that he’d slap my hands like a Catholic professor.” Which made the boys chuckle.

“No worries darling, we’ve still got three days till we head out for America.” Freddie said as he took a sip of his beer.

“We’re in a good place love, your hands just need a bit more rest. That’s all.” Brian said as he stood before me and took one of my hands and stroked the brace. “How ‘bout when we get home, I give your wrists the proper massage, hmm?”

“Sounds divine my love.” I said lovingly to him. He smiled softly and pecked my lips before joining the guys in the back.

“You fancy a drink Rog?” I heard Freddie ask.

“Yeah there’s that’s new pub they just opened that I’ve been wanting to check out.”

“Can I come?” Brian asked.

“(Y/n) can, you cannot.” Deacy answered.

“Yeah exclusive invite only.” Said Roger.

“Sorry darling reservations in advance, (y/n) got hers in before you did.”

“Okay screw all of you. I see how it is.” Finally I decided it was time.

“Before we leave; do you all have a second?” I said as I stood before them and looked at my four boys.

“Of course darling, what’s up?” asked Brian. I took a deep breath before stating bluntly and right then and there.

“I’ve got CTS.” Everyone looked at me confused as Deacy questioned.

“What’s CTS?”

“Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.” It was then the expressions on Freddie’s, Roger’s, Deacy’s and Brian’s turned to shock. “It’s when my wrists suddenly flare up in numbness or pain, that’s why my piano playing has been shitty lately, and the reason for the pain I’ve been experiencing these past couple of years.”

“(Y/n) dear I—I’m so sorry…..”

“Freddie stop. Don’t you dare.” I looked down at my wrists before looking back at the boys and said, “Right now, there’s only 7 people who know about this, okay just 7. You four, my mum, brother and of course Dr. Matthews. Now I don’t want to hear any sympathy, see any frowning or bitching about how I should continue to take breaks. Because all that’ll be is just wasted time, time that I can spend playing alongside my boys.”

Each of them looked at me with faint tears in their eyes or looks of awe.

“This tour means everything to me now, because—I’ve come to the painful decision and it kills me to even say this but I know that if I continue to deny my health, then I’ll never use my hands to even be able to hold my children or any future children I may have.” I now stood by the piano stroking the smooth, cold black top, I took a deep breath and announced, “By the end of the year, I’m resigning myself from the band.”

At that announcement, the boys looked at me in shock.

“But until then, I’m not going to be what the press will refer to me as in the future. The “female shadow”, the “Forgotten Queen of Queen”. No, I decide who I am. And I’m going to go out being what I was born to be. A pianist, who deserves to be amongst the greatest piano players in history. Beethoven and Mozart, those classical bitches haven’t got a thing on me. (Y/n) (m/n) May.”

My boys looked at me with sad smiles, eyes of amazement and gentle nods.

“You’re the true queen of Queen (y/n).” said Roger softly. I smiled and lowered my head and said.

“You’re damn right I am. We’re all queens. But you’re right, I am the true queen out of all of us.” The boys softly laughed and I told them.

“Now you all just give me time to get these bitchy little wrists back into shape, and we’ll make sure that any other tour you four will continue on in the future, won’t compare to the one we’ll give them in just three days.” They all nodded.

I walked towards them and we all got into a group hug and couldn’t help myself.

“And even though you four are crying like little girl scouts, I still love you boys.”

“Alright enough of this!” Proclaimed Freddie. It was then they tried to re-masculate themselves up by talking about how many drinks they were gonna get. I then cried out to them that there was nothing wrong with being sensitive but they elected to ignore what I was saying and tried to be “real men again”.

That night as I was getting into bed, I stared at my left wrist brace and sighed solemnly when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. A mess of soft curls tickled my neck as I felt kisses going up my neck.

“Have you taken your pills for tonight darling?” Brian asked.

“Yes mum.” I teased him. I turned to face him and he looked down at me solemnly. I looked up at him and said, “I thought I said I didn’t want to see any frowning about this?”

“I know I’m sorry. I just—I just wish I could take this pain away from you. I’m your husband, I’m supposed to protect you from everything.”

“You know I can take care of myself.”

“I know. But still I wish I had seen the signs. I could’ve….”

“Brian, none of this was your fault. You didn’t give this to me, things like this just—happen. And I wish it didn’t happen to me, but I pushed myself too far to achieve the dream and now I’m paying the price for it. The only one who should be blamed is me.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb and I leaned into his palm.

“You don’t have to be strong right now.” He whispered. I looked up at him and just one look into those blue eyes broke me. Tears ran down my face and Brian pulled me close to him and for the first time since my CTS diagnoses, I finally released all the anger, pain, heartbreak and sorrow I had built inside of myself.

I maybe acting crazy right now, and you all maybe thinking why go back and forth between acting so strong and talking so big, to breaking down like a child in my husband’s arms.

Well I’m finally in the prime of my life of a successful career, I’ve finally reached my dream of becoming a kickass pianist for the hottest band in the world. But now it all came crashing down with this diagnosis and because of my arrogance and ignorance, I’ve costed myself this dream.

And to a pianist not being able to play the instrument they were born to play, that’s a fate worse than death.

Brian spoke not a word because at this point no words could heal the anguish that I was feeling inside at this very moment. All he did was hold me as tight as he could, allowing me to release my pain in any way that I wanted to. Eventually I had managed to vent myself out to the point of exhaustion.

Brian adjusted himself on the bed but not once broke his embrace on me. He stroked my hair and I felt a kiss at the crown of my head and the last thing I heard him say before I fell asleep.

“You’re a fighter my love, my proud fighter.”

The tour in America continued as planned. When it came time for the concerts, Fred actually sat beside me and the two of us would play a song together and if a pain flare grew too much for my braces, then I would stop and allow Freddie to continue, and when I felt lime it I’d come back and he’d back off and go back to doing his thing on stage.

In a way it worked out wonderfully, almost like it was a complete rehearsed tid-bit of us playing together then allowing one or the other to play solo before coming back as a duet.

All too soon, the year was coming to an end and not only that but it was also the end of another decade. The 70’s after tonight would forever be behind us leading us into the 1980’s and god knows what was going to happen then.

I was currently sitting down with Miami as well as mine and Brian’s personal lawyer. I had officially agreed to give a public statement of my condition to the public just so that way everyone knows about my CTS and the press don’t make up some bullshit story of me causing drama for the band just because I’ve decided to call it quits.

“Okay so Mrs. May you have officially agreed to point out that ‘I (Y/n) May have chosen to resign myself from the band Queen due to medical reasons. I wish to bring up the fact that I have been diagnosed with Carpal Tunnel Syndrome and that is my sole reason for leaving the band’ is that correct?”

“Yes Graham, that is correct.”

“You also wish to ‘ensure that this has nothing to do with creative differenced. This is solely for my health and for the benefit of the band.’”

“Yes.” I answered bluntly as I rubbed my right wrist. He wrote down a few more things and he said as he closed up his file.

“Okay, that’s that. This will be released to the press first thing in the morning.” I didn’t speak another word to him as he left leaving me and Miami alone.

“You sure about this love?” he asked me.

“If I keep pushing myself at this rate, I’ll risk an even greater risk of my CTS flares. It’s for the best, and I don’t want to bring Queen down because of it.”

“Okay, we’ll miss you.”

“And I’ll miss you all, promise me you’ll take care of them for me Jim. You know how they can be.”

“You have my word, it’s been an honor seeing you perform (y/n).” He held out his hand and we both shook on it and said.

“Thank you for being probably one of the nicest lawyers we’ve ever had.” It was then I kissed his cheek and hugged him and he instantly hugged me back. He patted my back and I held him tighter.

And just like Graham said, at the start of the New Year, the news was eating up my departure from Queen like wolves on a carcass. Every single news channel was talking about it, the tabloids blew up pictures of me along with the boys as a ripped up image representing me splitting from the band to make it seem more dramatic than it was.

The paparazzi were circling outside just waiting for me to come out just so they could hound me with questions. I couldn’t even take my children out to the backyard to play outside or swing on the swings with them without risking them being exposed to the wolves outside.

I heard the door open and quickly shut and heard Brian’s voice say.

“Bloody hell they just don’t know boundaries whatsoever.”

“They never have darling, trust me remember that one bastard who actually managed to cup my arse that one time in Preston?”

“Boy do I. Roger and I nearly killed him right then and there for doing that to you.” He closed the blinds and sighed exasperatedly as he sat down beside me on the couch.

“Do you think I did the right thing?” I asked. Brian looked at me and I continued, “Releasing my leaving to the public? Did I do the right thing?”

“You did what you felt was right darling, it’s better they know it’s for a medical reason rather than whatever bullshit drama they can think of.”

“But I feel like I’m just causing more drama for you and the boys. I never wanted that to happen, I mean some of the tabloids are saying that I left because of my ‘womanly drama’ what the fuck is wrong with them?!”

“I wish I knew but (y/n) look at me,” I turned to him and I felt him grip my hands tightly yet lovingly in both of his and felt his thumbs stroke the back of my hands and along my wrists as he said, “Just know that the lads and I know the real truth. That we first heard it from you first about all this instead of reading about it in the tabloids. And fuck what some of them are writing, fuck them. Because they don’t know what you’re going through right now. But I do, so does Deacy, Roger, Freddie, your family. And that’s enough.”

“How did I ever deserve you Brian Harold May?” I asked. He smiled and pressed his forehead against mine as he said.

“Actually it’s the other way around my love.” I smiled as he brought his nose against mine and we Eskimo kissed before doing our little penguin nuzzle. He then kissed my forehead and for the rest of the morning we just cuddled on the couch.

Later that day it was almost sunset and I was just setting Jimmy down for bed when I decided to just sit around and wait for Brian to return back from the studio. I tried to find something to watch but all I could see was my face up on almost every bloody channel.

So I gave up on TV and just settled for a movie instead, I popped in Star Wars when I heard the door open and I heard Roger’s as well as Freddie’s voice.

“My lovely darling!” Freddie’s voice cried out. I shushed him and said.

“Fred I just put Jimmy and Chloe to bed.”

“Oh sorry dear, hope I didn’t wake the mini penguins.” He apologized. I rolled my eyes and that’s when I noticed the presents, in Freddie and Roger’s hands, a cake in Deacy’s and a bottle of champagne in Brian’s.

“What’s all this?”

“Well we’ve talked it over at the studio today and we felt like we needed to properly give our true queen of Queen a farewell party. Just to make sure she is never forgotten by the band, nor will she ever be forgotten.” Said Roger.

“So we cut rehearsal time today and we went out and got you these,” Freddie said as he gestured to all the things they bought.

“We tried baking a cake but we should’ve known that you are the true baker of the band, so we had to resort to a store bought cake.” Said Deacy.

“Awww you guys…..I can’t believe you would do this for me.”

“Better believe it darling. Though we still expect to see you at some rehearsals, still go to our concerts to support us and weekly updates on your recovery.” Fred said as he came up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders bringing me close to him.

“When I can find time in my busy schedule, you’ve got yourself a deal Mr. Mercury.” He gave me a one armed hug and kissed my temple and soon the celebration began.

The whole night was spent drinking, chatting and I was given special gifts from the guys. Freddie had bought me a new jacket he had seen at the store and thought one person had to have it, Roger gave me the new David Bowie vinyl that I have had my eye on but never had the time to buy it, Deacy got me the new Elton John vinyl and he even got to have it signed by Elton himself. It read.

My lovely (y/n),

Even though your CTS has stopped you in your tracks, never lose that passion for music. You are a firecracker and a worthy apprentice. Thank you for all that you’ve taught me and may our paths cross again soon.

Love and kisses,

Elton.

I got a little tear eyed and made a note to myself to give Elton a call later and tell him thank you for the lovely message. And Brian my ever so lovely spoiling husband gifted me with a brand new necklace with matching set earrings. He also promised me another gift but that was for after the boys left to which the guys all gagged and mocked Brian.

I wiped away a tear falling down my face and that’s when Deacy noticed and said.

“What’s wrong (n/n)?” The guys turned their attention to me and I sniffled and said.

“Nothing. It’s just….I love you guys so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” They all awed at me and brought me in the middle of a group hug and that’s when Brian said.

“Better get used to it love, because even though you’re leaving the band, you’ll always be stuck with us.”

“I can live with that.” I chuckled as the guys hugged me tighter.

My name is (Y/n) May, from 1968-1979 I was a rock star. In 1970 I became the pianist and keyboardist for a group that changed from Smile to Queen all thanks to Freddie Mercury. Through Queen I wrote many great hit songs;

Keep yourself alive (co-written with Brian May)

March of the Black Queen

Killer Queen (music by me, lyrics by Freddie)

We will rock you

Somebody to Love

It was also through Queen that I met the love of my life and the father of my children. It was through Queen I got to confess my love to Brian and thanks to that, I will teach my legacy to my children.

For I maybe gone from the band, but I know I will never be forgotten. The true queen of Queen.

#bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody movie #bohemian rhapsody imagines #bohemian rhapsody x reader #brian may #brian may x reader #gwilym lee #gwilym lee!brian may x reader #gwilym lee!brian may #gwilym lee imagine #gwilym lee!brian may imagine #queen fanfiction #queen imagine #queen #queen imagines #brian may x reader fluff

65 notes · View notes

edawns-bf · 7 years

Note

I have this issue with people being on my bed. It's not a possessive thing though. If you wanna knock out on my bed, I'm pretty chill with that... as long as you either strip out of your day clothes or change into a set of new clean clothes. If you're clean, I don't have a problem with that. But anything that's going to go on my bed that's been outside and not washed, I will become one of the saltiest duckie you will ever encounter. Heck, even clothes that I've worn don't go on my bed. (1)

Part 2: Why is it such a problem to me? Because I can’t just wash my bed sheets on a daily basis because people wanna throw their dirty shit on it. I hate bacteria on my bed because there’s enough of it on there as it is. I don’t need more dirt being brought from outside to be spread on it. Maybe for some people, they don’t care. But I do. I don’t wear long pants and sweaters to bed, I go in a tank and shorts after I’ve at least showered. I like being clean for the couple hours I get to be on a bed.

Part 3: I’d appreciate it if my family members would just roll around on the floor. And honestly, if someone else had this problem with their bed, I fully respect that. Whenever I go to someone else’s house, I’m always sitting on the ground because I don’t want to drag dirt on (what I assume) their clean sheets. So when I ask someone politely to get off my bed, it’s not because I hate them. It’s because I want to keep my bed clean so that later, I can stay clean after a shower.

Part 4: All I ask is for some little respect of my bed. I don’t care if you make a mess on my desk or even the living room. I just like my bed to be clean. That’s it. But nope. When I ask for some space about that, all I get is attitude about how I’m rude and how I shouldn’t have a problem with this because we’re all close. Anyway… thanks for listening… and so sorry if I bothered you and made your day bad…

Okay first of: you did not bother me and this actually made my day because it’s so exciting to talk to people? 💫 Second of all: I’m sorry that I took a while to respond, I was not ignoring your ask I got it, forgot about it (sorry I went to my grandma’s house and just forgot, wow good first ask receiver impression), remembered it but felt awful (I don’t give great responses when I feel like that so it got more delayed), and then I had to work on the drawing of Taeyong… BUT! I was thinking about the answer for this ask so that sort of counts I guess..?? ☁️Third of all: Wow time for the actual answer haha sorry sweet pea for the long babbling in the beginning 🍃 I do kind of relate to what you say? Like people sitting on my bed is, well, not nice. I’ve always had like a bunk bed-ish? Not really but you know it’s high up so naturally, people don’t sit on it 💤 And then my parents got divorced and I and my little sister have to share a room, with just regular beds, which mean people sit on it 😕 On the other hand, I do feel kind of okay with me sitting on it, because I know where I’ve been, and there for also where my clothes have been, and if they feel too gross I will change them when I get home ⚡️ But other people sitting on my bed? No thanks 😷 Like when my little sister has friends over her friend will sit on my little sister’s bed and my little sister on my bed (we don’t have a desk or anything) and it’s just, uncomfortable 😣 Like please don’t sit on my bed… It does sound like it’s a bit more of an issue for you though, but I mean there’s also like a reason for you to be, like sort of protective of your bed, which is a good thing I think ✨ Rude people not respecting you about it though?? Like ugh why you have to sit on peoples beds?? Whenever I’m over at a friend’s house and they’re like “you can sit on my bed” I always feel like “how are they okay with this???” 🌙 Beds are like, in my opinion, nothing you just sit on without the owner’s permission or whatever you should call it 🍦 It was nice listening to your rambling, very interesting, let’s keep in touch peachy keen 🍑

#ask #badduckie

1 note · View note

musicaljojo · 6 years

Text

When we began weaning, I had planned to do a mixture of traditional weaning and baby led, however Haribo had very different ideas to me and he decided baby led was for him. A new company has started called ‘Babyled spreads‘ and I was very kindly sent some baby led spreads for Haribo, although Haribo is fully weaned now they can be used as, it’s always lovely to try some new taste ideas for him.

Who are Babyled spreads?

Babyled spreads is the wonderful product made by a family run company. The owner Keith had decided to create them after going through the weaning process with his own daughter and came across the problem that most parents have when weaning their children, meal time inspiration. Also the constant pressure that you must be giving fresh tastes to your child and lots of home-made foods, but these spreads help with that!

I often found this problem with Haribo, as you kind of get stuck into a rut with the same foods or flavor combinations because they seem to be liking it but at the same time you want them to experience new tastes and flavours but you are often at a loss how to do it!

The spreads

The spreads come in these little jars (which I found really cute, I love mini things!!) with some really interesting flavours and it’s lovely to see that they’ve also taken care to do dairy free ones to suit those with allergies. This is such a fantastic idea from a small company as there are lots of children out there with allergies and it’s a shame they usually have to miss out. An example of some of the flavours are

Avocado, red pepper and tomato

Carrot, apple and hummus

Spicy pumpkin and chickpea (Dairy- free)

Green pea, rocket and dill (Dairy -free)

They do different packages that you can purchase, they do the Full Monty package which is 18 jars for £12 or the half pack which is £6.50 for 9 jars and you can choose if you want the jars which contain dairy or are dairy-free. You can now pick which flavours you would like in your pack and you can purchase these from the Babyled spreads website.

How we used Babyled spreads?

We tried our first flavour of Babyled spread as a dip with Haribo’s dinner, we had been out all day so it was a quick lazy dinner of ‘Vegetable balls, potato shapes and cheese cubes with the ‘Carrot, Apple and Hummus’ spread to dip in.

He loves to dip his food and it seemed to be a hit, he adores hummus so this could make a lovely alternative! I didn’t take a picture of Haribo eating this one as he had an awful cold…and decided that the leftover spread would make lovely hair gel.

Another recipe I tried Haribo on was using the ‘Spicy Pumpkin & Chickpea’ spread, Haribo loves pinwheels, they are a fantastic lunch or snack and with us coming into Autumn I thought this was a perfect flavour to put in some pinwheels. We used the ready to roll kind of pastry.

Simply unfold the pasty and spread out the Babyled spread. I did two halves, one with cheese and one simply spread.

2. Roll the pastry and cut up into small wheels and place on a baking tray.

3. Let them cook for about 15-18 minutes at 200°c but keep checking on them as they can burn quite easily. Let them cool for about 5 minutes.

I keep them in an airtight container or they can be frozen and then taken out and defrosted as required.

Haribo certainly seemed to enjoy them and his ducky friend too who had to join him for lunch today! I had a little taste as well (of course I had to test they were ok!) and I thought the flavour was lovely, it was strong but not too overpowering but not at all bland like some baby foods can be, it was a very real taste and not at all artificial as all the ingredients are completely natural.

I would certainly recommend these spreads as a way of getting new tastes into your little ones and I am very grateful to have been given the chance to review them and I hope you liked my little recipe idea to try, it’s been one of Haribo’s favourites and can be modified to suit your child!.

I also love the fact they Babyled spreads support Bliss and for every 9 jars sold, they will donate 30p to Bliss and for every 18 jars we donate 60p. Bliss do some fantastic work, I was a premature baby all those years ago and they didn’t know an awful lot about us when I was born. The Special care baby unit when I was born had only been 2 years so it’s fantastic that there is so much research and support available now and it’s lovely that a company is supporting their work.

Disclaimer: I was sent some Babyled Spreads for free in exchange for an honest review.

Review: Babyled spreads When we began weaning, I had planned to do a mixture of traditional weaning and baby led, however Haribo had very different ideas to me and he decided baby led was for him.

0 notes

okreadyscenarios · 7 years

Text

Analysis: Astro as Boyfriends...

To the anon that requested this: I sincerely apologize about how ridiculously long this is;;; it’s like rly long i’m so sry but once you get me started on Astro as BFs, I could go on for hours, okay? like they’d be the best boyfriends EVER don’t fight me on this <3 T~T

JinJin

literally the softest boyfriend in the world

always wants to make sure you’re happy and comfortable

if you’re not though

he becomes like this unstoppable pillar of emotional and physical reassurance and support <3

he’ll always snuggle you until you feel better

or until you’re ready to talk about whatever’s bothering you

loves to bear-hug you from behind

and just totally wrap you up in his arms

SUCH a good listener

incredibly patient!!

loves showing off for you but gets embarrassed about it easily

buys you little presents all the time

just lil things

like “i saw this and thought of you” type of gifts

bc you’re always lowkey on his mind

lowkey what am i saying?? ur highkey on his mind

now.

let’s talk about skinship =u=

*cough cough* ABS *cough*

srsly though, he has a rly nice body;;

loves to give you sweet, slow kisses

but also loves making out with you

probably sighs/hums a lot while you kiss

plays w/ your hair a lot (esp. when you’re making out...)

likes to kiss your temples, neck, wrists

also loves doing that thing where he puts your hand up against his hand for size comparison

and just keeps your hand there

bc whoa it’s so much bigger than yours!! (it’s not that much bigger)

(he just likes to feel like your protector, you know?)

(even tho he knows you can protect yourself)

i have a lot of feelings about JJs hands okay?? T.T i’m sry

has this super low, husky voice when he’s sleepy or just woke up

likes hugging you from behind and burying his face in your hair first thing in the morning

loves nuzzling into your neck

alrighty back to fluff <3

things he likes to call you:

baby, jagi, mine, beautiful, dearest

i feel like JinJin can be super romantic

like he’s the type to write you legit love letters and poetry~

and buy you chocolates and candy on special occasions

as cheesy as it is

he means it sincerely~

he loves the sound of your voice

and the way you smile when you kiss him

and the way you smell really makes him<3<3<3

he loves when your hair is messy

or when you’re wearing pajamas

or a slouchy hoodie and sweatpants

or when you’re all dressed up for some fancy occasion

you can’t look bad??

you look good in everything??

he loves your body

even if you may not love it yourself sometimes

he loves how you look in the morning, though you claim you’re a mess

he thinks you’re beautiful <3

yeah okay we all know that he’s the goofy sunshine bf

but

as silly as he acts, MJ also has many moments of genuine seriousness

you’re one of the few people who sees that side of him

the side that’s not always a happy virus

the side that has bad days

the side that feels down sometimes

you’re what helps give him strength to put on a happy face, even when he doesn’t feel like smiling

i’m getting way too far into my personal headcanons about MJ, sry;;;

what i’m trying to say is that you’re one of the few ppl he feels comfortable enough with to expose his insecurities and fears

and that’s like a really important thing for him <3

ANYWAY

matching couple outfits for dayyys

enjoys taking random blurry photos of you and captioning them “LOML”, “look at this thing of beauty”, “cant believe how #blessed i am”

he’s a really great battery charger!!

like just talking with him for a few minutes leaves you ready to march into the day with your head held high

like you two really help each other stay positive about life in general

you know you can rely on each other~

he can always make you laugh and smile

for real, it’s impossible to not smile around this guy <3

skinship?

loves giving you little pecks when you least expect it

loves giving you eskimo kisses

and just peppering tiny kisses across your face

has a tendency to puff out his cheeks or make his ducky face (you know the one) when he wants a kiss from you

he usually gets one <3

when he doesn’t though, he starts whining

he’ll tug on your sleeve

run his hands down your arms

and try to get you to kiss him

by then it usually works

if not, he just mopes the rest of the day

and snapchats you pouty selfies

you finally agree to give him a kiss when he gets back, and once he comes through the door he just TACKLES YOU <3

likes biting your lips, your ears, your shoulders...

OKAY flufffff timeeee

he LOVES <3 making you smile

like whenever you smile or laugh because of something he said or did??

his heart just ??? explodes from joy

he can’t believe you’re his

oftentimes feels like the luckiest guy in the world~~

he likes to just pet your hair and your face

it calms him

he also enjoys laying his head in your lap

and you try to make it a romantic thing

like you start playing with his hair

and gazing into his eyes

but he keeps staring up at you and pulling these ridiculous faces;;

which causes you both to burst into giggles

things he likes to call you:

honey, sweetie, sugar, cutie, pumpkin (+ adding “-pie” to any of the above)

he loves the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh

loves the sound of your laugh

like he wishes he could just bottle it up

thinks that you’re legitimately the best thing to ever happen to him <3

Eunwoo

the most considerate bf

loves doing things for you

anything from sweeping the floor to giving you a shoulder rub

always picks up right away when you call him

even if he’s like in the middle of something

he just picks up

he doesn’t consider it an interruption or anything bc you’re like a part of him <3

your presence in his life helps motivate him to work harder

like that provider instinct kicks in when it comes to you <3

wants nothing more than to make you proud

treats you like royalty~

loves leaving you little i love you notes in your lunchbag, on your coffee cup, on the bathroom mirror, in your shoes...

definitely the type to love buying you jewelry

like it doesn’t have to be expensive

it just has to be meaningful

and when he sees you wearing something he bought you his heart just soars <3

like “yes!! look at that!!”

"its my pretty thing wearing the pretty thing I got them!!”

now for skinship~

is more shy about it in public

his limit is like holding hands

but that’s only when you’re in public

in private, he’s a l l o v e r y o u

loves to trace lazy patterns into your skin

your wrists, your stomach, your back, your lips

wherever~

likes to kiss your hands

loves when you lay your head in his lap

is all about taking naps together

will often cuddle you for hours

when you play with his hair?? he just<3<3<3

((can we take a second to think about post-makeout!Eunwoo, pls??))

disheveled hair, slightly swollen lips, gazing at you with bedroom eyes...

((are you okay? bc i’m not okay ;u;)) i’m so sry;;

moving on!!

just loves studying your face and admiring you

he could stare at you forever~

surprisingly, he likes to initiate kisses (if you two are alone)

very playful kisser

enjoys teasing you, but can never do it for long

you’re just too irresistible to him <3

fluffluff

loves to whisper sweet nothings in your ear~

your smile enchants him <3

your eyes bewitch him <33

*this boy literally thinks you’re the most magical person on the planet*

things he likes to call you:

jagiya, doll, bunny, angel, darling

absolutely MELTS when you do aegyo

he just becomes putty in your hands

he loves it when you get shy

or when you’re vulnerable around him

he loves being able to comfort you

and making you feel happy

you have no idea how much you mean to him

nothing makes him feel better than seeing you smile

even after a long day

even if he’s feeling down

just being with you

he knows everything is gonna be okay <3

Moonbin

most honest boyfriend ever

like Bin holds nothing back

sometimes he probably should just keep his mouth shut;;

“jagi, you should really take a shower”

“have you brushed your teeth yet?”

“i ate your slice of cake”

but most of the time it’s cute stuff...

“you have the most incredible sense of humor”

“I just noticed how adorable your ears are”

“the most beautiful thing I've ever encountered is your mind”

so you usually forgive him...

he’s like the physical embodiment of Daily Odd Compliment

like you sometimes wonder what runs through this boy’s head??

(spoiler: he’s usually thinking about kissing you)

will text you like six thousand times a day <3

loves eating with you

loves feeding you <3

LOVES it when you feed him <333

likes putting whipped cream on your nose/cheeks/lips, then kissing it off

wants to make sure you’re eating well

and that you’re happy~

skinship~~

really likes kissing you

like REALLY likes it

is probs kissing you 25/8, 366

little pecks, deeper kisses, to full on makeout sessions

this boy loves them all

and will do any combination of them at any given time

is also shy about skinship in public though

but only if it’s around ppl he knows

if it’s just you two around total strangers then he’s cool with being clingy

loves it when your legs tangle together while cuddling

holds you really close even when you’re not kissing (though you usually are)

loves running his hands up your sides

loves kissing your belly

loves it when you tug his hair while making out

will sometimes mumble your name/”mmm, baby~” when you’re kissing...

((stop that, Nessa. this blog is PG-13, good lord;; >///<))

loves playing with your hands

fluffishness

enjoys it when you make breakfast

or when you two make breakfast together

you prob made matching aprons that you wear

with something super cheesy on them

like his says “kiss the cook”

and yours says “i’m the cook”

or smth just as cringey;;

which of course gives him more excuses to kiss you...

loves how your voice sounds first thing in the morning

loves it when he can hear your smile over the phone

things he likes to call you:

sunshine, buttercup, snicker doodle, sweet pea, kitten

king of cheesy pet names over here;;

finds it adorable when you wear oversized sweaters

really admires your intelligence and perseverance <3

like you’re so strong!! you’ve overcome so much!!

how u so strong but so soft??

you lowkey confuse him

but the mystery just draws him in more

this boy really, seriously loves you <3

Rocky

dating Rocky would be an experience

like i feel like he doesn’t fall in love often

but when he does he falls very hard

it’s such an intense, passionate thing~

you borrow his clothes all the time

but he doesn’t mind

(in fact he kinda likes it <3)

likes going on nature walks with you

more the possessive/protective type

but not in like an unhealthy way

he wouldn’t go crazy

just like in a “you gave your heart to me and I’m gonna protect it no matter what” kind of way

so he likes to put an arm around your waist/shoulders when you’re in public together

bc he wants everyone to know that you belong together <3

working out with him

or him working out and using your kisses as motivation

whatever floats your boat~

he wants you to be healthy, though

he doesn’t care about how much you weigh

that’s not important

as long as you’re healthy, then he’s happy

he wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself <3

skinship??

okay so he either gives you light, sweet kisses

or it’s full deep makeout

there is usually no in-between

go big or go home

tends to growl(?) into your mouth when he’s rly into it

like just a low rumble in the back of his throat

loves grabbing your neck when you kiss

and running his hands up your back

and playing with the hem of your shirt

gets a little rougher with kisses sometimes

is always careful not to be too forceful, though

(bc your comfort is his #1 priority!!)

loves when you lay your head on his shoulder

or vice versa

he just enjoys when you lean on each other

emotionally and physically

loves giving you massages

REALLY loves kissing your neck...

and your collarbone

leaves trails of kisses along your neck/cheeks/jawline

okay i think i need some fluff now;;

things he likes to call you:

babe, gorgeous, pet, jagiya, Y/N~ but not just your name, like the way he says your name oh boy;;

loves the way you move <3

like it doesn’t matter if you’re clumsy or uncoordinated

he feels like he’s watching poetry in motion

he really admires your ambition

you inspire him a lot~

he loves to teach you dances (esp. ones he choreographed)

likes to admire your profile~

and just different angles of your face

and thinks your body is a-maz-ing!!

he reminds you everyday that you’re beautiful

and that he wouldn’t want to be with anyone else~

likes to touch his forehead to yours and just gaze at you

he gets lost in your eyes easily

you’re just the best person in his life~

he legitimately thinks you might be his soulmate <3

Sanha

cutest!! bf!! ever!!

tickle fights

pillow fights

pillow forts for that matter

and snuggling on rainy days

or during thunder storms

expect random texts at like 3am

they could either be about dolphins

or like the state of the economy

the boy has a broad range of topics on his mind;;

“no, YOU hang up first... <3”

so. many. selcas together;;

does little things for you

like buying you muffins on his way home

bc you said you liked muffins at one point

has a surprisingly good memory for things like that

like he knows what kind of breakfast cereal you prefer and which brand of fragrance you wear and how well you like your toast done~

he just remembers these things

bc he cares about you and wants to make you happy <3

what about skinship?

likes leaning down and kissing your head bc he’s a giraffe

likes kissing your fingertips

loves it when you pull him by his shirt to kiss him

loves just holding you in his arms

and tickling you

both with his fingers and with kisses

~butterfly kisses~

loves blowing raspberries on your tummy, arms, and neck

gets shy about making out~

he’s so scared he’ll mess up

that someone will chip a tooth

or get their tongue or lips bitten (not in the good way;;)

he warms up to it with practice, though

sometimes giggles during makeout sessions

but somehow it doesn’t kill the mood

it just like reinforces your love for him

you two laugh a lot together

it’s actually a rly beautiful thing <3

back to fluff (but wait that was fluff)

loves doing silly little acts of love for you

like recording an “i love you but it’s really time to wake up now” song and setting it as your alarm in the morning

or sometimes you wake up and find like

two poptarts on a plate beside you

with a note saying “breakfast in bed!! hope you enjoy~ xox Sanha”

like smh this boy;;

things he likes to call you:

((okay but side note, he uses the most random pet names))

((he comes up with these on the daily))

cheesecake, sprinkle-nugget, bunny-fluff, twinkle-fuzz, sugar-dumpling

((the list goes on...))

says dumb little things to you like

“guess who’s my favorite”

“you are~ you’re my favorite, Y/N...”

then proceeds to giggle to himself for the next ten minutes

would be so lost without you

loves to tell you how nice you look

but gets flustered whenever you compliment him~

he just thinks you’re the cutest person on the planet <3

Requests are Open!

#astro #astro scenarios #astro reactions #astro headcanons #eunwoo #myungjun #rocky #sanha #jinjin #moonbin #welp #this killed me #rip nessa #this post #is such a mess of feelings;;#i'm so sorry;;;

2K notes · View notes

yourmotivationguru · 6 years

Photo

Stories For Kids In English

Every night when I tuck my son in he insists on listening to bedtime stories for kids. I narrate his favourite stories for kids in English and slowly he drifts into sound sleep. Seeing how much my little one enjoys his bedtime stories I started compiling a list of famous Bedtime Stories, Bedtime Stories For Kids , Children Stories, Children Stories With Morals, English Story For Kids, Fairy Tales, Kids Moral Stories, Moral Stories, Moral Stories For Children, Moral Stories For Kids, Short Stories, Short Stories For Kids, Stories For Kids In English, Very Short Stories For Kids.

Few of these kids moral stories are classic fables and some are modern ones! This amazing collection of best moral stories for kids will keep your children entertained while also instilling a love of reading in them.

Top 28 Stories For Kids In English ECY-1 (Age 2.5 – 3.5 years)

1. What baby bunny wants to become when he grows up

Papa bunny tossed baby bunny in the air. “What will you become when you grow up?” he asked.

“He will be a policeman with many badges on his uniform,” said mamma bunny. “He will catch the bad guys and bring justice to people.”

“Oh no, I think he will be a magician,” said papa bunny. “He will wear big hats and do incredible tricks.”

“Why can’t my baby brother be a cowboy?” asked his brother. “Cowboys can ride horses!”

However, the baby bunny didn’t want to be a policeman or a magician or even a cowboy when he grew up. He smiled with joy when the granny bunny said: “He can be anything he wants to be!”

Moral - You can be anything you want to be. As long as you believe in yourself and work hard.

2. Walden-Can

My name is Walden Can and I can do everything!

I can brush my teeth in morning and at night.

I can take a bath and make my cheeks look white.

I can even brush my hair and I do not fight.

Do you know how I became so bright?

Because Walden Can eat peas and plums, broccoli and spinach and everything RIGHT!

Moral - Eating healthy makes you healthy and strong!

3. The Owl who slept in the night

At night, when the whole world goes off to sleep, owls wake up.

One day a curious little owl made a decision to stay awake all day, instead of night.

And so he did.

When the night came he hid beneath his blankets and covered his ears so he won’t hear his friends playing.

He waited and waited till he was sure that all the other owls are ready for bed.

At dawn, he emerged from his hidey-hole and discovered a world full of colours!

He stood mesmerized by the beauty of it all.

But when the night-time came around again, the little owl knew that the stars above his head are the most dazzling sight of all.

Moral - Happiness is being content with what you have!

4. Wendy’s wonderful web

Wendy the spider wished that she could spin a perfect web just like his friends.

But her webs weren’t perfect.

They were wibbly-wobbly.

When the wind blew, Windy’s web was the first one to be blown away.

Determined, she started making a small web one morning, in the shape of a triangle.

Whoosh went the wind and the web was blown away.

Windy didn’t give up, she made another web, this time in the shape of a square.

Whoosh went the wind and the web was blown away.

Windy sighed and made a longer web in the shape of a circle.

Whoosh went the wind and the web was blown away.

At last, it dawned upon her; why not use all the shapes in my web? Excited she started spinning a wonderful web.

Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh went the wind but Wendy’s web stayed strong!

Moral - Determination is the key to success!

5. Peter penguin’s bad mood

Peter was a grumpy penguin who was always in a very bad mood.

He took off his grumpy coat and threw away his grumpy hat. But he was still grumpy.

He tried to read a book. But he was still grumpy.

He took off his grumpy shirt and threw away is grumpy socks. But he was still grumpy.

One, two, three. SPLASH!!!!!!

In he went into the nice and cold water. He played with his ducky in the tub.

And little by little he was no longer grumpy.

As Peter Penguin fell asleep, he knew tomorrow would be a wonderful day because all his grumpiness had been washed away!

Moral - Happiness is a choice. You can choose to be happy!

6. The lonely rainbow fish

The Rainbow Fish was the most beautiful fish in the ocean. She had shiny scales in red, green and blue.

One day a little blue fish asked her for a shiny scale.

“Get away from me,” said the proud Rainbow Fish.

The little blue fish got very upset and told all the other fish.

From that day on all the other fish wanted nothing to do with the Rainbow Fish.

The Rainbow Fish was lonely and sad so she went to the wise old octopus and asked for advice.

The wise old octopus said “Go back to your friends and give each one of them a shiny scale. You won’t be the most beautiful fish in the ocean but you will be happy to have friends.”

The Rainbow Fish went back and gave the little blue fish and all the other fish a shiny scale and from that day on the Rainbow Fish had best friends.

Moral - When we give cheerfully and accept gratefully, everyone is blessed!

7. Harry and the purple crayon

Harry was very imaginative.

One day he decided to go for a walk and he took his favourite purple crayon with him.

He drew the moon and the moon started following him in his path as he continued his walk.

Along the road he drew his favourite tree with his purple crayon, moving a little further he drew a beautiful sea with a boat to sail.

When Harry reached the shore, he wanted to go back home.

So he drew the window to his bedroom, he drew and drew but none of them matched the windows in his bedroom.

Harry was unable to find his window.

Suddenly, he remembered- “Oh!! My bedroom’s window is where I drew the moon!”

So he drew the window around the moon and he finally reached his home.

Moral – Be patient when problems arise and focus on the solutions not the problems!

8. Happy birthday, moon

One day Mr. Bear looked up at the moon and thought, wouldn’t it be nice to give the moon a birthday present.

But he didn’t know the moon’s birthday, so he climbed up the tree and asked- “hello moon!!” But the moon didn’t reply.

“Maybe he is too far away!”- said the bear.

So he paddled across the river and hiked through the forest and mountains. He felt much closer to the moon and so he shouted- “When is your birthday?”

The voice echoed and the moon replied- “when is your birthday?”

The bear replied- “its tomorrow.”

The moon replied- “its tomorrow.”

The bear was happy so he asked: “what do you want?” And the moon replied- ‘What do you want?’

The bear said – “I want a hat” and the moon replied- “I want a hat”.

Oh goody! The bear thought. Now I know what to get for the moon.

The bear said “I love you” and the moon replied “l love you too” and they both became the best friends forever while wishing one another Happy Birthday!

Moral – Giving with a good heart, will never go unrewarded!

9. The Ant and the Dove

One hot day, an ant was searching for some water.

She came to a spring, but to reach it she had to climb up a blade of grass.

While making her way up, she slipped and fell into the water.

A dove sitting on the nearby tree saw her and quickly plucked a leaf and dropped it into the water to save the drowning ant.

The ant moved towards the leaf and climbed up onto it. Soon she reached the dry ground and was safe at last.

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

Just at that time, a hunter nearby was about to throw his net over the dove, hoping to trap it.

The ant saw this and quickly bit him on the heel.

Feeling the pain, the hunter dropped his net and the dove flew away to safety.

Moral – One good turn begets another.

Read On To Enjoy More Stories For Kids In English

10. Foxy talks to the cave

Foxy Fox lived in a cave.

One day when she came back to the cave after hunting for food she observed something strange. Foxy Fox saw a set of large footprints going into the cave and none coming out.

“Some huge animal must be inside,” “Oh dear! What shall I do now?” she thought.

Suddenly, Foxy Fox had a clever idea, she shouted, “Hello there, cave. How have you been today? I am back,” shouted out Foxy pretending to be talking to the cave.

Lio Lion was inside the cave. Surprised he thought, “I didn’t know that caves could talk.”

Outside, Foxy Fox shouted again, “Hey cave, aren’t you going to welcome me today?”.

Lio Lion got worried. He didn’t want to lose his dinner. “Hello there, welcome back home,” roared Lio Lion.

Foxy heard this and her suspicions were confirmed. She turned around and ran away as fast as she could.

Moral - By being alert and keeping his wits about him, Foxy was able to survive!

11. The Ant and the Grasshopper

An ant and a grasshopper lived in a garden. They were very good friends.

It was springtime and the grasshopper was having a lot of fun playing, singing, and dancing in the sun.

But the ant was busy collecting food grains and storing them in its house.

The grasshopper said to the ant, “Hey,’ Ant! Why don’t you come outside and play with me?”

The ant replied, “I can’t. I am storing food for the winter when there won’t be anything to eat!”

The grasshopper laughed at the ant and said, “Why are you worrying now? Winter won’t come for long!”

Finally, when winter came, the grasshopper did not have a single grain of food to eat. It began to starve and feel very weak.

The grasshopper saw how the hardworking ant had plenty of food to eat and realized its foolishness.

Moral - Hard work never gets wasted it pays off today or tomorrow!

12. The bird who couldn’t sing

Mama bird sang good morning and all the baby birds sang back except the youngest baby bird who could only sing off key.

He tried and tried but no pretty song came out. Days went by but he still could not sing like his brothers or sisters.

Then came the day when the birds had to leave the nest for the flying lessons. Baby bird got lost flying around and his brothers and sisters were nowhere in sight.

He flew and flew over many towns and along his way heard many wonderful sounds.

A kitty purring, a puppy barking, a cow moaning, a duck quacking, a piggy oinking.

Baby bird realized it was okay to sing off key. He didn’t have to sound like everyone else.

Baby bird thought to himself – “Everyone is different and that’s what makes each one of us so very special!”

Moral - We're all unique, just never in the ways we imagine!

13. Don’t push the button

Hi, my name is Larry.

Welcome to my story.

There’s only one rule here – Don’t push the button!

Don’t even think about it.

It does look pretty nice though, maybe you should give the button one little push!

Ah! Now I’m yellow. Push it again!

Eww! Now I’m yellow AND pink. Push it twice!

Now there’s two of me, push it a bunch of times

Uh-oh! Now there’s hundreds of Larry!

Shake the book to get rid of all the extra Larry’s!!!

Okay, now scratch Larry’s tummy to get him back to normal.

Hehe! That tickles! Okay, much better. Let’s NOT push the button again!

Moral - Don't get encouraged to do something that you're not supposed to do!

13. The rooster and the fox

There lived a clever fox in a forest. Once, he was searching for food. Suddenly, he spotted a fine, fat rooster seated on the branch of a very high tree.

The fox could not climb up the tree to catch the rooster, so he asked the rooster politely, “Dear friend, why are you sitting so high on the tree? Don’t you know that the king of the forest has forbidden all the animals from killing one another? ”

The rooster sensed something was fishy. He asked, “Does that mean that the lion would begin feeding on grass now?”

The fox said, “Let us go to the King and ask for the clarification.”

The rooster was intelligent. He said, “Why don’t we take some friends along with us? I can see a large number of hounds approaching this way.”

“Hounds!” the fox yelled in panic. He started running for his precious life.

The rooster laughed at the fox’s evil plan. All the birds sitting on the tree cheered the rooster’s intelligence.

Moral - Beware of a sudden offer of friendship!

14. The power of prayers

In a small village, there lived a young boy named Fred. He had a cute little puppy and he called him Timmy.

Every day he played with Timmy and Timmy followed him everywhere.

One morning, Fred woke up to find Timmy missing. He searched the kennel, his house, and the neighbourhood, but couldn’t find Timmy.

Fred became sad and wept. His mother told him, “Pray to God, my dear. God listens to children’s prayers and will bring back Timmy.”

So, Fred prayed to God. “Dear God, I love Timmy. Please bring him back home safe.”

The next day, Fred went to search for Timmy in their neighbourhood. He found Timmy behind a bush, fast asleep. The little puppy saw Timmy and barked happily.

Fred and Timmy went back home hopping. He told everyone how God answered his prayer.

Moral: God always answers your prayers!

15. The boy who cried wolf

Once there was a shepherd boy who had to look after a flock of sheep.

One day, he felt bored and decided to play a trick on the villagers. He shouted, “Help! Wolf! Wolf!”

The villagers heard his cries and rushed to help him. When they reached him, they asked,

“Where is the wolf?”

The shepherd boy laughed loudly, “Ha, Ha, Ha! I fooled you all..”

A few days later, the shepherd boy played this trick again.

Again the villagers found that the boy had tricked them.

Sometime later, a wolf went into the field and started attacking the sheep.

The shepherd boy ran towards the village shouting, “Help! Help! Wolf! Help! Somebody!”

The villagers heard his cries but they laughed because they thought it was another trick.

Moral: We may not believe someone who often tells lies, even when he tells the truth!

16. Two fighting cats and a monkey

One day two cats found a loaf of bread. Both wanted the bread so they started fighting.

Along came a monkey. “Why are you fighting?” he questioned.

The cats snarled, “We are fighting because both of us want to eat the bread.”

“Why don’t you cut it in half?” asked the monkey.

“We don’t want the other one to get more, so we are not able to share it.” answered the cats.

“All right,” said the monkey, “I’ll cut it in half for you.”

The monkey tore the loaf into two but one bit appeared slightly bigger, “let me get them to the same size,” he said and ate a little from the bigger piece. Then the other part looked bigger, and so he ate a bit of it too.

The fighting cats didn’t realize that the clever monkey ate the entire loaf.

Moral: When two people fight the third one always gets the profit!

17. The rooster and the jewel

A hungry rooster hadn’t eaten in days.

He was scratching and digging in the dirt trying to find some food.

He scratched and dug and finally, a beautiful jewel emerged.

He was amazed at how the gemstone glittered.

“This is a very fine and beautiful thing,” he thought, “but I would rather have one tasty kernel of corn instead.”

Moral: What is a treasure for one may be worthless to another.

18. Two men and the bear

Two men were strolling down a forest path when they came across a bear.

One man scampered up a tree and escaped the bear’s claws.

The other man knew there was nothing he could do, so he dropped to the ground and played dead.

The bear went up to the man and sniffed about his ears. He pawed at him a few times. Thinking the man was dead, the bear walked away.

After the bear left, his friend came down from the tree.

“What did the bear say to you, friend, when he whispered in your ear?” asked his friend.

“Oh!” answered his friend, “He just told me that I should think twice before travelling with friends who leave you alone in times of trouble.”

Moral: Friendship is tested in times of trouble.

19. The peacock’s complaint

A peacock was very unhappy with his ugly voice, and he spent most of his days complaining about it.

“It is true that you cannot sing,” said the fox, “But look how beautiful you are!”

“Oh, but what good is all this beauty,” moaned the dishearten bird, “with such an unpleasant voice!”

“Each one of us has their own special gift.” said the fox.

“You have such beauty, the nightingale has his song, the owl has his eyes, and the eagle his strength. Even if you had an eloquent voice, you would still complain about another thing.” announced the fox.

Moral: Do not envy the gifts of others. Make the most of your own.

20. The wind and the sun

One day the wind and the sun argued over which one was stronger.

They spotted a man travelling on the road and took up a challenge to see which one could remove the coat from the man’s back the quickest.

The wind began by blowing strong gusts of air. The man could barely walk against the strong wind.

But the man clutched his coat tight against him.

The wind blew harder and longer, and the man held his coat against him tighter and firmer.

It was now the sun’s turn.

He gently sent his beams upon the traveller until the man became so warm that he took off his coat and headed for the nearest tree for some shade.

Moral: Gentle persuasion is stronger than force.

Read On To Enjoy More Stories For Kids In English

21. The dog and his reflection

A dog was walking home with a large slab of meat, in his mouth.

On his way home, he walked by a river.

Looking in the river, he saw another dog with a handsome chunk of meat in his mouth.

“I want that meat, too,” thought the dog, and he snapped at the dog to grab his meat which caused him to drop his own dinner in the river.

Moral: Too much greed results in nothing.

22. The Frog who won the race

One day, a group of frogs decided to get to the top of a high tower.

A lot of people came to see them.

Even before the race had begun, everybody was saying that the frogs would not get there “You’ll never reach the top of the tower!” they said.

Little by little, the frogs felt disappointed and discouraged, except for one of them that continued to run.

Everyone cried out, “Give up! Give up! You’ll never get to the top!”

This led all the frogs to abandon the race, except for the one frog that continued to run and finally reached the top.

Astonished, the other frogs wanted to know what his secret was.

And it was then that they found out that… he was deaf!

Moral: Be deaf to discouraging words and always follow your dreams to the end.

23. The proud kite

Once there was a large and proud kite.

The kite soared higher than all the other kites, but it longed to go higher and higher.

It saw the clouds and the birds way above and resented not being able to get up there.

The kite blamed the string for holding it back.

The string was not happy with this situation and thought it was unfair.

One day, the wind was particularly strong. The kite ascended rapidly. Before long, the string hit its limit and the kite rose no more. “Stop holding me back, let go of me!” said the kite.

Well, the string had had enough and it let go.

Without the string attached, the kite dropped to the ground. The kite was badly injured.

And it learned its lesson that it needed the string to fly and was happy ever after.

Moral: Sometimes it’s the things that you think are holding you back are actually responsible for your growth.

24. The Goose with the golden eggs

Once upon a time a man and his wife had a good fortune and they found a goose that laid golden eggs.

But they started being greedy and thought they are not getting rich fast enough.

Being blinded by their greed they imagined if the bird lays the golden egg, she must be made of some precious metal inside so he and his wife decided to cut it open and become the richest people overnight.

However, when they finally killed the goose they were very surprised to see that the goose’s inside was just like any other living animal.

Moral: Your greedy nature can become the reason for your downfall.

25. Cocoon and the butterfly

One day, a man saw a cocoon, he was very fond of butterflies and he knew this cocoon is soon going to be a beautiful butterfly so he decided to watch.

He spent hours watching how the butterfly was struggling and trying hard to come out of the cocoon.

The man couldn’t take the pain the butterfly was going through so he decided to help.

He bought a scissor and made the opening a little bigger so that the butterfly could move out without much struggle!

Unfortunately, the butterfly looked no more beautiful, had withered wings, swollen body, she couldn’t fly anymore.

Although the man wanted to help the butterfly and the process she was going through of struggle would make her a strong and healthy butterfly but it was disturbed in between and she had to suffer the consequences.

Moral: Patience and struggle make us shine.

26. The blind man with a lamp

Once there lived a blind man in a small town.

He always carried a lighted lamp in his hand whenever he went out at night.

On one dark night, he was going with his lighted lamp in his hand. A group of men were passing that way.

They saw the blind man and made fun of him.

They said,” O Blind man why do you carry the lighted lamp. You are blind and cannot see anything?

The blind man politely said, “This lamp is not for me, but for you people who have eyes.

You may not see a blind man coming and push him.

They felt ashamed and begged pardon.

Moral: Think twice before you speak.

27. Bad company

A rich man had only one son.

The son fell into the bad company and developed many bad habits.

Worried about his son, he thought of a plan to mend his habits.

He went to the market and bought some fresh apples and a rotten one.

He came back home and asked his son to put all the apples along with the rotten one in a basket. The son did the same.

After a few days, he asked his son to bring the apples. As he opened the basket he was surprised to note that all the apples had become rotten. He felt sad.

At this, his father told him to see how one rotten apple had spoiled all the rest. In the same way, one bad companion could spoil all others.

The father’s advice had the desired effect. The boy gave up bad company and became good again.

Moral: Better alone than in bad company.

28. Teeth of the elephant

Once a hungry mouse found a nut. He started to bite into it but its cover was hard and thick.

Irritated the mouse prayed aloud to God, “Oh God! Why did you give me such tiny teeth? I have food here but I cannot eat.”

Immediately he heard God’s voice, “Dear Mouse, go and look at the other animals teeth. Whosoever’s teeth you like will be given to you.”

So the mouse went to the forest and saw the elephant. He was impressed by the long, white tusks of the elephant.

The little mouse asked the elephant, “Sir, are you happy with your long beautiful teeth?”

At this, the elephant replied, “Friend, these teeth are just for show. I cannot use them to chew food as you do. At least you don’t have to bear the heavy weight of your teeth.”

Hearing this, the mouse thanked God for giving him the tiny teeth.

Moral: Count your blessings

Hope you enjoyed this unique collection of – Bedtime Stories, Bedtime Stories For Kids , Children Stories, Children Stories With Morals, English Story For Kids, Fairy Tales, Kids Moral Stories, Moral Stories, Moral Stories For Children, Moral Stories For Kids, Short Stories, Short Stories For Kids, Stories For Kids In English, Very Short Stories For Kids. Stay tuned for more kids stories on yourmotivationguru.com

http://www.yourmotivationguru.com/stories-for-kids-in-english/

#bedtime stories #bedtime stories for kids #children stories #children stories with morals #english story for kids #Fairy Tales #kids moral stories #Moral Stories #moral stories for children #moral stories for kids #Short Stories #short stories for kids #Stories #stories for kids in english #Very Short Stories for Kids

0 notes