and by someone of course i mean jenny

− blackpink reaction to wanting you back ❃.

– also requested by someone on my wattpad (.rickyrolling)

– ❃ = angst (ish)


Originally posted by boombayass

messed up and you did too, both of you messed up fighting over something so stupid causing both of you wanting a “break” from the relationship, both of you wanted each other’s back but you wanted to see if she’ll come back to you and apologize and of course jennie did she can’t lose you she loved you so much.

“ i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings it won’t happen again i promise ”


Originally posted by sofiatherese92

will feel guilty that she got angry at you and she wanted you back so badly before you get over it and find someone else because she couldn’t get over you everyday, every minute and every second you cross her mind and she wanted you back so bad so she had to make a plan and not to mess anything up.

“ i know i messed up and i’m so sorry, i need you [name]..please ”


Originally posted by j-miki

just like a lost puppy don’t know what to do or where to go she’ll ask the girls for help and they’ll tell her to apologize to you because they all know both of you still loves each other’s and that both of you can’t get over each other’s, she’ll take a small walk getting fresh air and then she saw you at the park on one of the swings.

“ [name] it’s been so long, i miss you please come back..”


Originally posted by femaleidol

the most emotional one, she didn’t mean to hurt you at all she wanted to apologize so bad but she couldn’t she thought you got over her until one day she met you at a near coffee shop seeing you sitting alone she decided to take a seat in front of you and take the chance to apologize.

“ i didn’t mean it i swear, i love you i can’t live without you ”

Wrong Number || Oneshot

Title: Wrong Number
Rating: K+
Pairing: Rose/Tenth Doctor
Summary:  –AU– Phone calls at 3am from hysterical women aren’t exactly something John Noble is used to. But he’s never been one to turn down a woman in need.

Warning: Mention of domestic abuse

Note: For @perfectlyrose, on this, the anniversary of the day of her birth. Love you Kelsey! I’m sorry I suck at being a friend!

John yawned as he rolled over to his phone ringing. Donna must be drunk, he thought blearily as he groped for his mobile, not even bothering to look at the ID as he answered.

He didn’t get a word out before an unfamiliar voice launched into a tirade. “I don’t know what to do, she won’t stop crying, she’s been crying for hours Mickey, I haven’t slept in days, I’m exhausted.”

She finally stopped, and John blinked before saying, “Um…I think you have the wrong number.”

There was a beat of silence, save for a faint crying John could pick up on the other end. “Oh my god. Oh my god. I am so sorry, my mate just got a new number, I must have mixed them up, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay, it’s okay!” John said quickly. He felt bad, the woman seemed so frazzled. He could at least try to help. “Um…who want stop crying?”

M-My daughter,” the woman said, voice catching, and John had a feeling she was about to start crying. “She’s been crying for hours, I don’t know what’s wrong, I’ve fed her, I’ve changed her, I’ve been holding her and singing to her but she just won’t stop, she didn’t nap today, I haven’t had a break–”

She cut herself off with a small sob, and John heard the baby crying in the background get louder.

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Lallybroch Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Chapter 4: Anticipation

Summary: So the birth was all supposed to be one chapter, but this got a little long, the second part will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy!

It was sometime later in the afternoon, I was helping Jenny and the kitchen servants prepare dinner for the night. My mind was restless and I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to find Jamie and have him finish what he started earlier this morning. Ever since the morning sickness had passed, I found that my libido had increased much more than it did the first time around. My need for Jamie became almost insatiable, much to his delight, but every day now was becoming more uncomfortable than the last. My lower back pained me to no end, my breasts ached with the influx of milk, and it felt as though my stomach should be a mass of blue and purple from the amount the child kicked me. As much as I was hesitant about the upcoming birth for medical reasons, I found myself wishing to have the child out of me every hour.

I must have made some sound of displeasure, or perhaps it was just my face that prompted Jenny to give me a sympathetic and knowing glance. She chuckled and put down the knife she was using to chop the onions for the stew. She pulled up a chair, grabbed my hand and tugged me to plop down on it.

“Ye’ll sit down for a moment and gather yer wits. I ken what it’s like so far gone. Like ye want to peel your skin off and ye wish the child would come every minute,” Jenny said.

I sighed and let out a chuckle at her mind reading abilities. I put my hands on my massive stomach and let my head droop. I felt Jenny stop in front of me and she made a Scottish noise. I glanced up at her. She was appraising me, and I could tell she was coming up with some other idea. Content to let her think, I simply let my head fall back down again.

Suddenly, I felt her grab my hands off my stomach and she yanked me off the chair.

“Wha-“, I exclaimed at the sudden movement, which made the child strike a jab to my left kidney. Jenny grabbed the chair and took it across the room and then seemed to begin gathering things in a basket.

I eyed her, annoyed at being uprooted.

“Would you like to explain to me what you’re doing?” I said, hoping my voice sounded as sour as I thought it did to my ears.

I supposed it did because she smirked a little, and came to stand in front of me and handed me the basket.

“Ye need to be outside, Claire. Fresh air will do ye good instead of being cooped up in here like my brother wants ye. Go and pick some herbs or tend to the gardens, or even just walk about to get some fresh air. There’s some food to get ye through the rest of the day until supper.” She gave me a small push to the door, and went back to grab her knife.

I stared at her, dumfounded. “But don’t you need help with supper-“ I started to protest.

She waved the hand carrying the big knife in a dismissive manner. “Nay, we’ll manage. Get on with ye.” And she began chopping again. Clearly the conversation was over.

Seeing as though I had no option to object, I began to slowly shuffle towards the door, muttering obscenities under my breath. As I grabbed my shall from one of the ever-present servants, I heard her call, “Don’t wander off too far!”

As reluctant as I was to walk any amount in my advanced state, I had to grudgingly admit that Jenny was right. As I breathed in the fresh air, I felt more relaxed and at ease than I have in days. My steps became a bit quicker and lighter as the fresh, crisp Scottish air renewed me. It was quite a nice day out, blue skies for a change with only a slight chill to the air. Except for the aching in my back from my elephant sized stomach, I felt better than I had in days.

I found myself so content to just be out of the house, I didn’t realize that I had walked nearly a few miles into the small, dense forest near by the estate. I was originally just going to try and find some rosemary, but my mind was too distracted with the joy at being unwatched for the first time in weeks. Perhaps, I could even convince Jamie to accompany me on a walk tonight. If he found out I was out I was on my own now, he would scold me for days. I sighed and decided to take a little rest in the shade of one of the big trees. It took me a few minutes to get to ground level without toppling over, and I finally found a somewhat comfortable spot with my back against the tree and nibbled on some bread and cheese that Jenny had packed me. Then, full and tired from the walk, I simply let my mind drift to the movements of the baby, ignoring the small ache in my back.

I must have drifted off for sometime, for I came abruptly awake when I felt a large pain in my lower back again. I thought this was probably a sign of false labor, but to be on the safe side I made up my mind to go back to the house. I was using the tree to help myself up on my feet as I felt another stabbing pain.

“Ah!” I exclaimed as the pain rippled down my stomach. I was still holding on to the tree catching my breath when I felt a gush of liquid run down my thighs.

My mind was rationally telling me that my water just broke and I was going into labor. The small back pains I was feeling all night and this morning wasn’t false like I thought, but the early stages of actual labor.

I let out a large breath as I leaned back against the tree, trying to decide the best course of action. I could risk the walk to the house by myself, or I could simply wait here until someone came and found me. With the breathtaking pains, I felt the best choice was to simply wait here. Jamie usually came back in the afternoon for food and to check on me, hopefully Jenny or one of the servants would inform him of my whereabouts.

I struggled back down to the grass to sit down and tried to breath deeply and not panic. It wasn’t too soon, two weeks early means a perfectly developed baby, maybe a little on the small side, but healthy. I tried to reassure myself of this fact to try and calm my mind. Anxiety and stress would be the worst thing for you now, I told myself.

I dozed on and off throughout the pains, trying not to think about how long it has been since they started. The contractions were about seven minutes apart, but that could change at any moment. I was focused on counting the seconds with my eyes sealed shut, when suddenly I felt a presence near me.

I opened my eyes and brought my head up to meet the eyes of a less than enthused Murtaugh. He was looking at me with dispassionate eyes. He shook his head at me, sighed, and stooped to help me up.

“What in Gods name are ye doing out her, woman. Yer husband has the whole farm looking for ye. He’s gone mad with worry,” he said with a very disapproving and exasperated tone as he helped me to my feet. I let out a cry as another pain gripped me. I clutched my stomach and tried to breath through it. I felt Murtaugh start and peered into my pained face.

“Christ! Is the bairn coming?!” he exclaimed and he suddenly grabbed me tighter to him and put a hand on my contracting stomach.

“I rather think so!” I said breathlessly. “Will you help me back to the house or are we to discuss the weather as well?”

I felt him chuckle and sigh and then he asked, “Can ye walk or should I carry ye?” I was about to answer before he made up his own mind and leaned down to grab me and hoisted me into his arms as if I was a log.

I heard him let out all of his breath as he began walking. “How many stones do ye weight?” He asked accusingly.

We finally made it to the house after some struggle. The contractions were about five minutes apart now and more painful than ever. As we came into view of the house, I saw one of the stable boys that Jamie must have deployed to keep watch catch a glimpse of us and yell out.

“My larid! The mistress is over here,” he yelled loudly as he took off running, presumably to wherever Jamie was hunting for me.

The pains were taking up most of my attention at the moment, but I did at least have enough awareness to ask Murtaugh one question.

“How mad do you think he will be?”

I felt him snort and squinted as the bob of bright copper hair appeared around the turn of the road, atop of Donas, and immediately swung off the beast when he got sight of me, tossing the reins carelessly to the boy would followed right behind him.

“Well, let’s just say it’s a good thing he’ll have a new son to distract him, it might be a good few days until he remembers to scold ye properly.” He said in his usually straightforward, honest manner.

He didn’t have time to say much else before Jamie was before us, running determinedly to where Murtaugh stood, still holding me in his arms. He was still a few yards away, but that didn’t stop him from the shouting.

“Sassenach! Do ye ken how worried I’ve been? Do ye have any sense at all? Jenny should have never suggested such a notion of ye to go out by yourself! And for you to venture so far out, while yer as big as a house, that I have to send the whole damn farm to search for ye because I coudna find ye! Do ye ken…,” he suddenly stopped his frantic, angry rant as he came close enough to see the pained expression on my face. This alarmed him very much and he sprinted the last few feet to me.

He came up to Murtaugh and took me gently out of his arms and into his own. I immediately became more at ease, even though the movement made the contraction worse. And then Jamie became tender as milk, which was his usually reaction when I was in pain. He began to make soothing Galeic sounds as he began to walk into the house.

“What’s amiss, lassie?” He asked as he walked through the door way. “Let’s get ye in bed, mo nighean donn,” he said, not waiting for me to respond.

I let out a deep breath as the contraction finally passed. My temples were damp and my fingernails were embedded into Jamie’s shirt.

I was working up the ability to speak when we passed Jenny on the way to the stairs with little Kitty on her hip. She took one look at my flushed face and Jamie’s unaware one.

“Ouch, the bairns’s coming then. I’ll tell Fergus to go get the midwife directly. I’ll give wee Kitty to Mrs. Crook and be up to help ye, Claire.” And then she was she a flurry of skirts as she turned.

I felt Jamie start and he

peered down to look at my face.

“The barin’s coming?” He asked rather dumbly in my pained opinion.

I let out an impatient breath, wanting to be in bed before the next contraction comes.

“Yes, I rather think so at this point if the shooting pain is anything to go by. Do hurry, please.”

I heard him swallow hard, but he finally began walking, taking each stair extremely carefully, calculating every step of the way up to the second floor and to our bedroom and at last, to large bed.

As he laid me gently on the bed, I glanced up at his face, which had gone white and stiff. I gently brought my hand up to cup his cheek. His eyes immediately looked down at me, and I realized just how terrified he was about what was about to happen. I was suddenly overcome with tenderness for him, a man scared out of his wits that his wife might die in the coming hours or at the least face a serious illness.

He didn’t let go of me once he set me down, and instead tightened his hold as though he must lay his hands on me or else I might disappear in that exact moment. His eyes searched my face for a long time, and I didn’t know quite what he was looking for. I stroked his cheek, gently brushing my thumb under his stricken eyes, which explained to me the depth of his terror without words.

Please, don’t leave me, they said, don’t leave me alone here, I couldn’t bear it.

My own eyes prickled with tears, and I tried to speak very soft, and in a comforting manner.

“Everything’s going to be alright, love. I’m going to be fine, I swear it.” I said, as I implored his eyes to understand the truth in mine. I could see a faint glimmer of tears in his own eyes, which made my heart break even more.

His hands gripped mine hard enough to rub the bones together. He bowed his head for a moment and nodded slightly while sniffling ever so quietly, trying so hard to keep his own fears from making my own greater.

He brought his head up after a few moments and attempted a small smile; I realized how much work it took to put it there, and leaned down to press a gentle but strong kiss to my forehead.

“Aye,” he whispered, “You’ll be fine. And soon enough ye will have our wee bairn in your arms.” He said, and I felt that the smile transformed into something a little bit more authentic.

“I’m always right, aren’t I?” I said, trying to ease him and myself.

He chuckled against my forehead and brushed my damp curls behind my ears.

“Aye. Sassenach, ye have-“ his response was cut short as I let out a small cry as the next contraction cam over me. I doubled over and clutched my stomach to somehow try and control the pain. This one was so strong, I barley noticed Jamie’s rubbing on my back, a little to fast to sooth. He pried one of my hands off my belly and let me grip it.

I let out a large breath a few moments later as the pain eased a bit. I became aware that Jamie was kissing the same spot on my temple repeatedly, which started to irrationally annoy me.

I leaned away from him and let go of his hand. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my heartbeat as Jamie continued to mumble Galeic to me. This was how Jenny found us some minutes later as she entered the room with a pitcher and rags. She walked over to the bedside table, pushing Jamie aside, and placed the items on the table. She glanced at her brother fleetingly.

“Ye can leave now, brother. Dinna fret, I’ll take good care of yer wife.” Jenny said with a conviction so strong that even I believed as she poured water from the pitcher into the basin.

Jamie glanced at her and then back at me, helpless, as she began mopping my sweat-ridden forehead with some of the cool water from the basin as another contraction ripped through me.

During the shuddering pain, I felt him let go of me and begin to start reluctantly edge closer to the door. My mind suddenly panicked, as if he disappeared, so would my grasp on the world. I couldn’t bear to see him actually leave, the thought of it bringing a sudden gush of tears down my cheeks and a gasping sob that didn’t have as much to due with the psychical pain than the emotional distress of my voice of reason leaving me in the time I needed it most.

“No!” I gasped hoarsely and reached out a hand to him as if I could will him to stay with my mind. “Please! Stay, Jamie. I can’t bear to have you leave yet! I need you, now,” I pleaded with him, making myself speak through the pain.

Jamie looked startled at this, but within seconds came rushing back to my side, moving past Jenny who had stopped her attentions to me, and brought his head down to kiss me gently and chastely. He looked into my eyes, not a inch from my own, and said in a very strong, authoritative voice, “I wilna leave ye ever, Claire. So long as ye wish me to be here, here I’ll be.”

The irrational tears lessened at his promise and I clutched his forearm as if it was an anchor to keep me from slipping away into the dark haze of pain.

Jenny looked down disapprovingly at me, clucking her tongue. She assessed Jamie and I, sealed together as if we were actually attached. She shook her head and handed Jamie the wet rag.

“Fine, ye can stay until the midwife gets here, but ye’ll be of use.” She said and then walked away to the door.

“I’ll go make some broth to keep your strength up, ye will need it.” And then she was gone.

Jamie glanced after her and said something under his breath, as he brushed the back of my neck with the rag. I laughed as the contraction finally eased.

Jamie looked back down at me, the tension in his shoulders easing as he heard my laugh. He brushed the rag down the front of my neck, water droplets running down into my bodice.

“Alright for now, lass?” he asked.

I heaved myself up into a sitting position and tried another deep breath.

“No, I need to get out of these clothes. Now.” I said, as nicely as I could under the circumstances.

“Aye, of course,” he responded quickly, grateful that there was something he could help with.

He supported my back with one arm as he grabbed my hand and helped me ease up with the other. I groaned as I became vertical once more, shocked that this felt much better now than lying down. Jamie untied my skirts and then unlaced my half-tied corset, leaving me in my shift and stockings. I relaxed a bit more when the cool air rushed on my skin, leaving it a mess of goose bumps.

Jamie put one hand on my shuddering belly, his facial expression a mix between fascination and awe as to what was happening now and what was going to happen soon.

I put my hand over his. “You’ve seen birth before,” I said, softly.

He looked up at me, a gaze of childlike blue. He looked back down at our hands.

“Animals, aye. But never a woman, and certainly never…my wife,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the word wife.

I squeezed his hand, hard. “I know that-“ I was going to continue to sooth him, but the sharp pain of another contraction stopped me. I squeezed his hand hard enough to break it, as I gasped to him, “I need to walk!”

“Walk?” He asked, confused as to what I was talking about. “Ye need to be lying do-“

“Walk,” I interrupted him, “Now.” I started to step away, placing both of my hands on my lower back and began to pace around the perimeter of the room. Jamie watched me, helplessly. He said something under his breath and came over to where I was panting, near the window. He grabbed my hand and put his other around my waist.

“Fine,” he said, exasperated, “walk, it is.” And we began to paced slowly around the room, stopping once every few minutes, when a contraction took me and left me bent over my stomach, gasping through the pain, with Jamie whispering soothingly in Galeic and rubbing my aching back.

This was the way Fergus found us some time later as he rushed into the room, too excited to knock.

“The midwife’s here! She’s just come around the bend in the road. I’ll bring her up as soon as she’s in the house!” He exclaimed and promptly rushed back through the door.

Jamie and I both looked at each other, every emotion displayed on our faces, unguarded. There was hope, fear, excitement, but most of all there was love. And we both knew this would get us through whatever happens next.

Chapter 5

Vernon + Affection
  • so this scenario will be set in …. (putting dots cus i’m literally thinking LMAO) your house!! 
  • wow how original renae everything is in your apartment or house
  • vernon and you are just chillin in your room on your bed looking at your old photo albums 
  • cus yknow 
  • vernon likes to chill
  • so, the one you’re both looking at rn is when you were a little baby and vernon is going crazy!!! like you’re cute to him rn and seeing you as a cute baby now is like!! overwhELming
  • he’s gushing all over how cute you are and he’s throwing in comments like 
  • “you still have the same cute nose”
  • “look at your wittle dimples it’s still the same as ever” and you’d tell him something like “well ofc dimples don’t just disappear like that vernon” and he’d be so immersed with the photo album he didn’t even catch your sassy comment
  • you didn’t rlly think you were all that when you were a kid so you were just leaning your head on his shoulder listening to him “ooh” and “awwh”
  • you eventually got so bored that you took your head off his shoulder and observed him 
  • you adored his cute nose and the way his lips would curl up a little when he saw a super cute photo of you and how his eyes would crinkle up 
  • his nose would scrunch up and he’d squish his own self (you know what i mean by this right?? LOL) and a over exaggerated “aaaWWWH” would leave his lips
  • you were unconsciously smiling at him because you srsly couldn’t believe that this noob.. that this baby cake is all yours.. 
  • and ofc like in all scenarios eventually he’d spot you looking at you and be like hmm?? 
  • every1 knows that off-stage, vernon is the most shyest kid ever he’s like a tiny marble or smth 
  • so vernon is just looking at you like o///o?? blushing like wyd?? why are you staring at me?? is there something on my face??
  • and you’d notice he’s sort of freaking out inside and you’d just giggle at how cute your lil poop was
  • your laugh was like heaven to his ears so now he’s full on zoned out and stuck in his own head like “wyd!!!” 
  • and he’d actually ask you that too, stuttering like “w-why?? hAha” trying to laugh off his embarrassment and he’d do that thing where he scrunches his eyes and has a little smile on his face and he’s scratching the back of his head (you know what i mean right like have you ever seen him on smtm3) 
  • he was so cute to you in that moment that you just kissed his cheek 
  • and he’s gushing even more like… my gf is so cute… i cna’t believe her… 
  • and now you’re both just chuckling like hAha… my significant other, i can’t help but adore you 
  • and you both start losing control of your laughter and you don’t know why like that’s just how you guys roll 
  • and eventually the laughing dies out and you both can’t help but feel grateful to have someone like them in my life 
  • and vernon would just smile at you while looking into your eyes and put away the photo album and he’d pull on your arm so both of you could lay down on the bed together
  • and he just snuggles up to you and wraps his arms around you with a big grin on his face and a warm feeling settling in his stomach 
  • like words couldn’t even explain how happy he was at this moment (wait uhh… i jsut described IT??? nvm okay but you know what i mean) and he’s so grateful to have someone like you 
  • you’re just laying there, breathing softly, cuddling with your bf with a slight smile on your face 
  • and you’re both just there laying with eachothers presence, enjoying the company and love that’s floating around the air 
  • “i love you so much, (y/n)”
  • “awh, i love me too”
  • “don’t plAY me likE THat… say you love me back :^(”
  • “of course i love you back”
  • “thank u”