Warnings: All the fluff!!! Seriously fluffy feels ahead…
Author’s Note: Here we go again, dear readers! Off on another adventure with The Nanny. What sort of scenarios are we going to get up to this time? ;) Remember, feedback is love! <3
This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional
representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is
from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen
the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of
this fictional work.
The morning after the birth of the
twins found you feeling like you’d been run over by a bus. Your
muscles were sore and weak, you’d barely had any sleep and you swore
if anyone tried to feed you yet another bowl of Miyeokguk
you were going to throw it at them.
It started out as itching. Or, come to think of it, maybe it was the deep ache he’d become so used to as to just ignore. It was hard to tell when his whole body spent twenty four hours a day tense and stressed, ready for a fight.
Even if that was the start, though, he dismissed it, and so it was the itching that he first noticed.
It was on his back, right over his shoulder blades, where he could just almost reach, if he used one arm to pull back the other. It wasn’t a single point, either, but two lines, and even if he could stretch to meet the middle of one, he nearly dislocated his arm trying to reach the top and bottom. Eventually he gave up, just rubbing his back against furniture and walls when he thought no one was looking and getting used to sleeping shirtless, on his stomach.
But it kept getting worse. He was never like his mom or Jazz, begging for back scratches from the whole family until someone finally gave in, but his resolve was steadily breaking. It was starting to feel like something was clawing its way out of his back, getting worse and worse until he could barely focus on school behind the itch against his shoulder blades.
When the bell finally rang, he barely made it home before he was locking the bathroom door and tearing off his shirt to look at his back.
He expected it to be irritated, maybe red from the scratching, or some kind of rash, but two tiny, bony, protrusions jutting awkwardly from the edge of his shoulder blades was not what he was expecting.
Description: Four band members all hopelessly in love with the lead singer for their opening act. If they just could see clearly to find out what was really going on on tour.
Summary of this chapter: Calum gets a fair warning when Naomi realises how in love he is with Y/N.
Y/N was the last one to get out of bed of the girls of Bittersweet Generation. She jumped out of bed, excited for the day, the city, the show that night. Yesterday, they were in Austria and all they had to do to get to Italy was to close their eyes and wait for the morning as they drove to Verona on tour buses.
She was slowly tiptoeing out of her own bus and into the 5SOS bus with every muscle tensed as she neared the bunks where at least three of the boys would be asleep. The idea had popped into her mind as soon as she had woken up; the boys needed a little wake-up call from her. Maybe not a wake-up call, maybe more of a yell.
“Come on, Jonny,” Kaner whines, shoulder-checking him. “Segs says it’s the best massage in Dallas.”
“We have Prylinski,” Jonny says matter-of-factly. “And he’s free.”
Kaner gives him a sour look. “This would be free, too. And something different.”
“Okay, Kaner, look,” Jonny says, grabbing both of Patrick’s shoulders and turning him so he can stare him right in the eyes. “I’m not going to pretend to be your boyfriend for a free couples’ massage. That’s not something I’m going to do. Get it?”
“Fine,” Jonny acquiesces. Kaner brightens so quickly that Jonny is almost blinded by it. He frowns in the face of it. “But I’m not going to hold your hand.”
Kaner’s fingers are twined with his when they walk into Massage Envy, and Tazer does his best to look happy about it. Patrick slaps the coupon down on the counter and gets a tight smile from the receptionist.