have the doctor looking at you through the screen

Apples and Heroes

Originally posted by kissthejotun

Request: Can you please do a Star Trek story with Bones and the words “an apple a day keeps the doctor away”, “your pulse is weak,” and “all the apples in the world wouldn’t stop me.” They aren’t in your prompts list I hope that’s okay? Thank you!

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BABY BUMP

Request: N/A but, @marveldcmistress , you said you wanted to be tagged in this!

A/N: First Lance fic!  I will definitely be open to writing for him again if any of you guys want to request a fic for him!  Hope you enjoy!

Lance Tucker x reader

Word count: 2030 (damn I’m wordy)

Summary: Lance never thought he’d be so excited about being a father… maybe now he’s a bit too excited… But, seeing Lance go all mushy for his baby is the most heartwarming thing you will ever see.

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (morning sickness, cravings, etc..), super fluffy adorableness.

(Y/L/N)= your last name

(Y/B/N)= your baby’s name

(E/C)= eye color

(H/C)= hair color

 (GIF not mine)

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

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anonymous asked:

144, 143, 134 :) sorry if you've done these already!

i don’t know if you wanted all three of these in one but that’s what i did, so, i hope that’s okay?

134. “Are you scared…Then why won’t you look at the screen?”
143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”
144. “Get out of my face before I hit you.”

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"Ew, your hand is sweaty.”

You pull your hand out of Harry’s, annoyed, “Fine, then don’t hold it, no one asked you to hold my hand.” This was the first appointment Harry had been able to come to due to his busy schedule. Your mother had tagged along on the first few.

He frowns and grabs your hand again, “I’m still going to hold it, you grouch.” You ignore him, staring at the clock. “No matter how hard you stare at it it’s not going to change any faster.”

“I don’t want it to move faster, I want it to stop.”

“What are you so nervous about, love?” You turn away from him, ignoring him again. “The only way you’re going to get rid of me is if you walk away.”

His voice is right in your ear and as you turn your head his face is mere centimeters from your own, “Get out of my face before I hit you.” You say through gritted teeth and he sighs, pulling away from you.

“You know, I’m starting to regret knocking you up, you’ve been so mean since we found out.”

He wasn’t wrong and a little bit of you felt guilty for it, but Harry knew you and he knew this was just a defense mechanism. You were scared. Miscarriages ran in your family and every time you came to a doctor’s appointment you were a nervous wreck. Today was the day you were supposed to hear a heartbeat and you were sure there wouldn’t be one.

Not only would it break you, but you knew beyond a doubt it would destroy Harry. It was why you had put off trying for a baby for so long, why you refused Harry every time he asked.

Until now.

Harry knew enough to know you were scared, to know there was a reason why you had put this off for so long, but you never told him why. You knew he’d still want to try and there was no reason for you both to be terrified.

A nurse comes out and calls your name and you think you might be sick as Harry helps you up and walks with you down the hallway.

“Love, are you sure you’re alright? You’re awful pale.”

He attracts the attention of the nurse who frowns at the lack of color on your skin. “Fine.” You force a smile which convinces the nurse, but only further confuses Harry who you had just been bickering with a few moments ago.

The nurse settles you in and records your vitals, noting your high blood pressure and assuring you it was normal to be nervous.

Once she leaves, Harry tries to talk to you again, “Baby, please tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I can’t tell you now. If everything goes well today I’ll tell you after this ultrasound, I promise.”

He frowns, “Sweetheart, why wouldn’t it go well?”

You’re spared answering when the doctor comes in and begins talking and asking questions. You realize too late that she has your medical history and sure enough the question falls out of her mouth, tensing every muscle in your body, “I see miscarriages run in the family on the mom’s side, is that correct?” She directs the question at you, oblivious to the shock written all across Harry’s face as you nod. “Okay, well so far so good it looks like from your last few appointments so let’s find a heartbeat today, okay?” She smiles enthusiastically as you nod. “I’ll be right back, I just need to grab a couple things.”

The door closes behind her and the tension in the room is a palpable thing that threatens to suffocate the both of you.

“I was going to tell you–”

“When?”

“Today.”

He’s more exasperated than you’ve ever seen him, “You shouldn’t have had to go through this alone. Why didn’t you trust me with this?”

“It wasn’t a matter of trust, I didn’t want you to be terrified like I was. You were so happy I didn’t want to take it away.”

He leans closer to you, “You don’t do that anymore, you understand? You don’t decide what information I can handle and what I can’t. You tell me everything. We’re in this together, remember? We’re a team.”

Maybe it’s the hormones, but you blink away tears as you nod and he has time to press a firm kiss to your mouth before the doctor comes back in.

“Alright, let’s get a good look at that little one.” She says as she begins to prepare you for the ultrasound. You stare at the ceiling and you can feel yourself dissociating as she runs the scanner over your belly and Harry squeezes your hand.

“Are you scared?” Harry’s voice breaks through the quiet solitude in your mind.

“No.”

“Then why won’t you look at the screen?”

You sigh and turn your head to watch the screen, the silent mantra “Please be okay” repeating over and over in your head the way it had been from the minute the pregnancy test came back positive.

“Oh! There they are!” The doctor says and you and Harry both suck in a breath as the outline of an infant comes on the screen.

“They have your nose.” Harry sniffles and you know he’s crying.

“Shut up.” You say through a sob and he starts laughing, easing your nerves the tiniest bit.

“Alright, let’s find that heartbeat.”

Your hand involuntarily squeezes tighter to Harry’s and he squeezes back, letting you know he’s here. No matter what happens, he’s here.

There’s almost a full minute of silence where you can hear a pin drop and right when you’re about to give up hope, the sound of a heartbeat echoes through the room.

“There it is, perfectly healthy.”

And before you know it you’re sobbing uncontrollably, Harry’s holding you, every anxiety you’d had for weeks finally releasing in a wave, a tsunami.

“They’re okay,” Harry squeezes you, kissing all over your face and wiping tears away, not caring the doctor was still in the room, “You hear that, love? We made a baby and they’re okay.”

You finally calm down enough to properly let yourself hear the heartbeat and you close your eyes to the sound, laughter bubbling up inside you. You could listen to this heartbeat forever, you think, and as you look over at Harry you know he feels the same way.

Ankle Biter | 05

pairing: taehyung x reader - single dad! au

warnings/genre: major fluff, major angst, smut eventually I’m sure because of my thirsty ass

summary: You swear that your job sucks, except for the guy who keeps coming in every morning to order himself a black coffee, and his kid a strawberry milk and chocolate muffin. When you and Taehyung have an awkward run-in at the cafe thanks to his kid, feelings start to emerge and so do the secrets.

words: 4.8k

playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 06 | 07 | epilogue

moodboards: before & after

warning: a lot of implied drug usage/mentions of drug usage


“Good morning, buddy.”

You looked up from your phone to see Taehyung leaning over the little body that was lying still in the hospital bed. The two of you had been here all night, taking turns sleeping on one another’s shoulders or laps while waiting for Taeji to wake up. It was 7:15 AM, and Taehyung’s phone rang so incessantly that you decided to get up for the day and let Beatrice know you won’t be coming in.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung had whispered, kissing your cheek before hustling out of the room. But now, he was back and had promptly hung up as soon as he heard you calling for him. Taeji had woken up, his weary eyes puffy but not dim. The spark that always took refuge within Taeji was still there and for that, you’re thankful.

“How are you feeling?” Taehyung asked softly as his hand brushed the hair away from Taeji’s forehead, only for it to bounce back to place.

“I’m good, daddy. When can we go?” Taeji asked, struggling to sit up. Taehyung stepped backwards and helped prop him up against the pillows before pulling the blanket towards the little boy.

“Soon, buddy. We just gotta find your doctor to discharge you.”

Taehyung stands and you silently nod as he walks out of the room to find the doctor, and you’re left alone with Taeji. “That was a little scary yesterday, huh?”

Taeji nods. “But I still want another muffin.”

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Decisions, Decisions: Tom Holland x WOC

Requested: Tom and Reader are having twins and can’t decide on the names. Sorry in advance for the weird ass layout, I typed the rest on my phone.


“Look love! This website has a bunch of great names.” Tom sat beside you. You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at the screen. “I tol dyou we’re having girls.” You giggled. “Nope, I’m not listening to you until the doctor tells us for sure.”

“Well fine. But I”m pretty sure we’re having girls.” You smiled. He rolled his eyes and scrolled through the names, “How about names that start with T.” You suggested. His eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, you loved the way he got excited over the smallest things. “Well in that case, what about Tyler and Tristan?” He asked pointing to the screen. “Um-” You made a face and shook your head. “What about Theodre and Timothy.”

You wanted to make him as happy as possible so you sat through the many combinations of T names. “How about girls?” You asked. He nodded, “Tiffany, Taylor, Tiara, Taamara- Oh Tia and Tamara?” he joked. You laughed, “I don’t think so.”

After an hour of thinking of names, you both sighed feeling a bit defeated. “What if we can’t think of a name?” Tom asked, starting to get a bit anxious. “Calm down, honey. We’ll think of something but of course it will go smoother once we find out what we’re having.” You said rubbing your belly. “Boys.” He said postively. “Ha, I feel like we’re having girls>”

“The Holland genes are strong darling. If you haven’t noticed my mom has 4 sons.”

“Oh I noticed and I don’t want that for myself.” You joked. “Wouldn’t it be something if we have all girls and you’re stuck being the only guy. Kinda like how your mom got stuck with all guys.” You laughed. “Ugh I know! Poor woman but she’s the best.” he sighed, admiring his mother’s patience. 

“Whatever these children are, I just hope they get your smile.” You said brushing your fingers on his lips. He blushed, “Well as long as they get everything else from you. You’re stunning.” He leaned in and kissed you. “Are you trying to flirt with me Holland?” You asked. “I don’t know? Is it working?”

“It worked once.” You said pointing to your large stomach causing him to laugh. After a few moments of laughter he turned to you and a serious sincere look came across his face, “Marry me?” You sighed and let go of his hand, “Tom-” “Just listen to me, please.” He said pulling out the diamond ring that you’ve seen plenty of times. “I know how you feel about marriage but I swear-” He paused trying to gather his words, “I love you and I want to be with you forever.”

You were skeptical of marriage after witnessing your parents nasty divorce but then you met Tom and he made you feel like a successful marriage was actually possible. You’ve been with him longer than a lot of married couples you knew, and when you got pregnant your families emphasized marriage.

“I love you too but I think we’re good where we are. We get along better than practically every married person I know.”

“But we could still keep that, I don’t think marriage is going to change us. Its just a piece of paper.” He said, you heard the desperation in his voice. “But look what happened Brad and Angelina, they were together for forever and as soon as thy got married-” He stopped you, “Don’t compare us to them, ever. We’re realer than that.”

You sighed and rubbed your stomach, “I want to marry you but I’m scared.” You whispered. “Scared of what?”

“Of being a terrible wife, of being a terrible mother. I’m just scared.” You started crying and he pulled you into his arms. “I honestly think you’re going to be an amazing wife and an incredible mom.” He brushed your hair out of your face and kissed you on the forehead.

He calmed you down, “Just please give it a chance. You don’t even have to marry me at this point , I just want to see you wear the ring.” He pleaded. His voice broke your heart, “I do want to marry you Tom.” His eye lit up, “R-really?”

“Yes but under one condition!”, “Anything!”

You sighed and grabbed his hand, “I give birth to the babies and I lose my baby weight. I kinda already had my eye on a dress.”

His smile beamed and he got teary eyed, “Of course.” He stumbled with the ring and got down on one knee. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked. “Yes.” He slipped the ring on your finger and gave you a passionate kiss. “I love you.”, “I love you too.”

Vital: Part One - Terra (a Yondu x Reader fic) Chapter 1/?: Stranger

My first reader fic ever, and it’s a really long involved one. I gave the reader some background, hope this is ok. Takes place post GotG Vol 2, in an AU where Yondu lives.

It’s a really slow burn at the beginning, but there’s smut later on. Rated M for language and future NSFW chapters (these will be marked as such). 


You drop your lunch bag and purse by the door, and after tossing your car keys on the side table, you sigh heavily. It was a long day at the hospital. Everybody needed you for something. You dig the heels of your palms into your eyes and yawn, slipping your jacket off to hang it on the peg.  Immediately you notice how cool it is in the house.

“Crap,” you sigh. “Please don’t tell me the heater is broken.” You make your way to the thermostat in the other room - and stop in your tracks. The sliding door that leads to the backyard is open slightly, letting the cool autumn air seep in. The lock looks busted. You take one step nearer to it, and spot something on the carpet. It looks as if something’s spilled - something a dark purplish blue. Whatever it is, there’s also a little smeared on the door.

You take a few steps back, then notice a trail of the blue stuff leading into the kitchen. You catch your breath, and grab the nearest heavy object - a small metal statue on the couch-side table - and advance into the kitchen.

You haven’t turned on any lights yet, so it’s hard to see, but you think you see a larger, darker shadow in the corner. Tentatively, you flip the switch, hoping to catch whatever it is by surprise, and are praying it’s not going to kill you as a result.

What is illuminated causes a loud gasp to tear from your throat - and you slap a hand over your mouth just in time to stifle it.

It’s a man - but he’s not Human.

His skin is blue, other than the mix of dark blue and silver stubble on his chin, and there’s a tall pointed fin-looking thing protruding from the top of his otherwise bald head. He’s slumped in the corner next to the dishwasher, legs outstretched, one hand plastered to his side. You see a small puddle of the blue stuff pooling under him. Blood. Instantly, your brain goes right back into doctor mode. You place the statue on the counter, well within reach, and approach him.

He didn’t move when the lights came on, nor does he stir when you cautiously kneel by his side. Pictures of the Chitauri that hit New York have been circulating the internet and TV for years, and you’re thankful that this guy doesn’t look anything like them. He could be something worse, a small voice in your head says. But you focus on the blood again, and you push the voice out. You have a job to do here. You pull one of the ever-present plastic gloves from your pocket and put it on your hand.

You wave in front of the alien’s closed eyes, but he doesn’t stir, so you gingerly lift his arm away from his side and peel back the jacket he’s wearing. A piece of shrapnel half as long as your hand is sticking out of his skin. You hiss softly in sympathy. “Geez. What happened to you?” you murmur. You study the wound and wonder how you’re going to move him - he’s at least as tall as you, and definitely heavier by the looks of it. You glance around, and your eyes rest on the kitchen table - if you can get him up there somehow, maybe you can take a closer look at the wound. You’re about to turn back to him, when you feel a hand grab your head. You begin to thrash, yelling, and he yells something back in a language you can’t understand. It’s a garbled sounding speech, intermittent with clicking noises. You feel him push something behind your ear and a subsequent sharp but brief pain. You thrash, punching out with your fist, and catch him in the jaw.

You leap to your feet, clawing behind your ear, where you feel something’s been implanted under the skin. You can’t get it out. You grab the statue off the counter, ready to smash it over his head. “What the hell did you do to me?” you’re screaming.

“Dammit girl, calm down - it’s just a translator chip!”

You freeze and stare down at him. You can understand what he’s saying now. His eyes, a striking ruby-red, pierce into you.

Your head is spinning with a hundred questions. Who are you? WHAT are you? How did you get in my house? You take a few seconds to calm yourself and study him. The man is doing his best to glare at you, but you can tell he’s tired. The corner of his mouth is purple with blood, and you notice a large bruise on the right side of his face that you didn’t see before. A fine sheen of sweat has broken out on his forehead, and his hand is shaking as he presses it to his side. “What happened to you?” you ask finally.

He shifts slightly and winces; his face goes a paler blue for a minute. “Look, you gotta towel or something I can use, I’ll pull this thing out and be on my way.” His voice is gravelly and rough.

“What?” you exclaim. “No!”

He looks up at you, slightly startled, and his eyes narrow. “Come again?”

“I can’t let you go anywhere with a wound like that.”

He laughs roughly, and coughs. “Well girl, unless you’re a doctor or somethin’ I don’t think there’s anything ya can do ’bout it.”

You return a wry laugh. “Well, mister, it’s your lucky day. Because it just so happens I am a doctor.” You stand and walk over to him. “Come on. Let me get you on that table and see what I can do for you.” You nod in the direction of the dining room table, and hold your hands to help him up.

He doesn’t move. If anything, he backs further into the corner and fixes you with a suspicious glare. “Why?”

You drop your hands slightly. “Why what?”

“Why ya so keen on helpin’ me?”

“Because you’re bleeding all over my kitchen floor. And,” you say with a slightly shaking sigh, “I made an oath when I became a doctor, to do no harm. And if I leave you here on the floor, I’ll be doing harm. And if I call the police, or an ambulance, they might shoot you on sight, or you’ll end up being dissected or god knows what else. And that’s doing harm. That’s why. But I won’t make you stay - if you really want to pull it out yourself and bleed to death, I guess that your choice.”

He snorts with laughter, then his smile fades as he studies your eyes. “Yer serious, ain’t ya. Yer gonna help me?”

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” you say, slightly exasperated. “So what’s it gonna be, spaceman?”  You hold out your hands again.

With one more suspicious glance, he grips your forearms and struggles to get his feet under him, panting from the exertion. Once he’s up, you change positions and sling his right arm over your shoulders, guiding him to the dining room table. He climbs onto it, and you help him gingerly out of his jacket before grabbing a cushion to place under his head.

You close the sliding door and draw the blinds, then with a quick “Don’t move,” to the alien, you run to the basement to grab your medical supplies.

You wash your hands, don fresh gloves, and turn on the light above the dining room table where lies. You see his pupils contract before he closes his eyes with a soft grunt.

“Sorry,” you say. “I need to see what I’m doing here.” You lay out your medical tools after sterilizing the kitchen counter, and grab a pair of trauma shears. “I hope you don’t love this shirt,” you comment as you cut it open to see the wound better. You cut the cloth carefully around the piece of shrapnel, catching your breath as the wound is revealed. The piece is bigger than you expected, but thankfully it looks like it’s a pretty clean piece of metal, and the edges are sharp - not jagged. There are slight burns around the wound, so you surmise that it must have been hot when it entered.

As you peel away the shirt entirely, your eyes widen at the sheer number of scars criss-crossing the man’s chest. It’s a mix of what looks like burns, punctures, lacerations, and there’s a odd crescent-shaped one that looks like it might have been made by teeth. The biggest that you can see is a long Frankenstein-esque scar that stretches almost the full length of his lower belly.

“Like what ya see?” the man says gruffly, and you crack a smile, ignoring the slight blush that comes to your cheeks.

He’s fairly muscular, and besides the scars he’s not bad looking. He has that dad-bod that has become all the rage – a look that you’re not opposed to in the least. “You’ve got a lot of scar tissue,” you comment, trying to keep it professional. “Looks like you’ve been through the ringer.”

He just grunts at this.

You douse the wound with alcohol, and swab up the blood. It’s still bleeding, but you need to get that shrapnel out. You pause. Though he seems pretty much humanoid, you have no idea how his body is laid out - his anatomy might be completely different than yours. If only you had an imaging machine.

Then you remember something that was part of a shipment that the hospital got in after the Chitauri attacks in 2012 - a piece of tech from Stark Technologies’ medical department. The hospital had given it to you to hold on to because there hadn’t been room in storage at the time, and everyone - including you - had forgotten about it.

“Be right back!” you say quickly and rush down in the basement. After a few minutes of searching you find it, unbox it, and haul it up the stairs. It’s more advanced than stuff you usually use at the hospital, but you get it up and running pretty quickly. It’s a thin screen that’s supposed to be attached to an extending arm, but you don’t have time to assemble it now. It works like an x-ray, but better, meant for preparing for invasive surgeries.

The screen flickers to life and you hold it between your hands, viewing the alien man’s torso through it. You see a heart with what looks like two extra chambers; lungs, which are huge; some of the other organs are a little larger or smaller than you’re used to and it looks like he might have two livers, but everything looks pretty normal otherwise.  You hover over the wound spot - and breath a huge sigh of relief. “It didn’t hit any organs. And it’s not in as deep as I thought.”

You take anesthetic out of the medical bag and are about to inject a syringe with it when you realize that you don’t know how it’s going to effect him. It could work like it’s supposed to on a Human, or it could kill him. Or, it could have no effect at all.

“This is an anesthetic, but-,” you begin.

“No,” he interrupts, eyes narrowing as he lifts his head slightly. “No anesthetic.” He lets his head drop back on the cushion, but his eyes stay on you.

“Ok, but this is going to hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah. Look, you got somethin’ to drink?”

“Like water? Or something stronger?”

“Strong as you got, girl.”

You peel off your gloves and go to the liquor cabinet. You would normally never allow a patient to be intoxicated during an standard operation, but there is nothing about this situation that is standard or normal. Rum…bourbon…whiskey… you stop at the vodka when you spot something in the back – a moonshine some friends made a few years back that you know from personal experience will singe your nosehairs off. That’ll do.

“Can’t promise it’ll taste good, but I think this is the strongest I’ve got.” You pour him a glass and hand it over. He leans up on one elbow, grimacing, and downs it in one go. He hisses softly, gritting his teeth. “That’s good stuff,” he says, and gestures for the bottle, which, with a shrug, you hand over. He takes another sip straight from the bottle, then places it next to him and settles back. He grips the side of the table preemptively. “All right, girl. Let’s git this over with.”

You put a fresh pair of gloves on, and grab a pair of forceps that you’d been sterilizing in a glass of alcohol. A pad of gauze is handy nearby, and you place your hand firmly against his abdomen, close to the shard. Gripping the metal tightly, you pull.

The man squeezes his eyes shut, and you think you can hear his teeth grinding together. You bite your lip as the metal doesn’t seem to be giving – and then suddenly it budges. With a steady, even movement, you pull the shrapnel from his side.  

“Shit!” he growls as it comes free.

You drop it in the alcohol and press the gauze to his wound. You keep your hands there, pressing hard. Blue-purple blood is soaking the material. You look at him; he’s gone pale and sweaty, and he’s breathing fast.

“It’s ok,” you say gently. “The worst part is over.”

He gives you a slight nod.

You keep applying gauze, intermittently with alcohol, to make sure the wound is free of infection. When the blood isn’t coming as fast, you apply a hemostatic agent to speed up the clotting, and then put on a thick pad of gauze. He’s gone pretty still, his chest is still rising and falling deeply, but his breathing has slowed some.

“How’re you holding up?” you ask quietly, almost gasping as his red eyes snap open like lasers at you.

“M’tired,” he says, voice rougher than before.

“I’m gonna wrap up here, and then I’ll get a bed made up for you.”

“A bed?” he echoes in surprise.

“Well yeah, it’s not like I waved a magic wand and you’re all set to go on your way. You’re not healed yet. You probably need to stay here for a few days.”

“You’d…do that?” he asks, eyeing you as you circle a bandage around his chest. He leans up slightly so you can get under his back.

“Well yeah. I’m not going to just throw you out on the street.”

“Huh.” He’s quiet while you finish up the bandage. As you’re tying it off, he asks, “Ya got a name, darlin’?” His voice is still rough, but quieter, and even a little gentle.

You smile at him. “Doctor [y/n] if you want to be really professional about it, but you can just call me [y/n].” As you put away the supplies and clean up the instruments, you look at him expectantly. “What about you? What do I call you?”

“Yondu Udonta. Y’can call me Yondu.”


A/N: I graduated with a concentration in physical therapy so I have some rudimentary medical knowledge of anatomy, physiology etc., and I know this is just a fic but if you are in the medical field and find something grossly wrong, please let me know. Thanks ;) 

Damage (Jay Park)

Requested by anon

Prompt: “After all this… you still want me?”, angst

Originally posted by aomgwithkids

     Jay’s brow creased as he saw the name on the screen of his phone. It was your mother’s. She hadn’t called him maybe ever, and it was late on a Thursday night, a very strange time for her to be calling in the first place. He picked up, pressing the phone to his ear. “Hi!”

    “Jay,” her voice said shakily and instantly he knew something was very, very wrong. “You need to come to the hospital right now. She… she was in an accident and she’s in surgery now. I just…” she took a deep, ragged breath, “You should come.”

    “Holy shit, is she going to be okay?” Jay asked, his chest tight with sudden anxiety.

    “They don’t know. We’ll tell you everything when you get here.”

    He sped to the hospital, his heart pounding, trying to push back the rising panic in the back of his head, and when he arrived, he found your parents sitting in the lobby of the hospital with cups of coffee clutched in their shaking hands, their faces haggard and pale as they explained that you’d been in an accident and you were currently in surgery for extensive damage to your facial bones and on top of that you had several broken ribs, an injured leg, and possibly a bad concussion.

    The three of them sat in the lobby in awful, heavy silence for hour after hour, as the monitor which indicated the status of all the surgeries going on got emptier and emptier until just one was still ongoing- yours. Your parents sat close but Jay stuck to the end of the couch until your mom said, “Come here, Jaebum,” and pulled him in as he shifted over, wrapping a tight arm around his shoulders. He lost track of how many times he silently prayed as the minutes ticked by and he couldn’t have distracted himself even if he wanted to.

    It was just past 4:00 in the morning when the screen showed you had moved to recovery and just minutes later, the doctor emerged from the hall.

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soningfeather  asked:

More fluffy gency >:3

Ahhh I wanted to do the second part of the Volskaya Incident for Gency week, but the first day is already here!! So this is going to be my Day 1 Prompt: Couple

Vivi’s icon raced across the screen before immediately falling into a water-filled pit and getting eaten by a cartoon shark. Mercy narrowed her eyes at the controller before readjusting herself against Genji. “There must be something wrong with it,” she said with that clinical certainty of hers.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” said Genji, grinning slightly with his arms around her waist.

“Then the gap is too wide,” said Mercy making the Vivi icon on the screen race toward the gap, “If it wasn’t too wide I would have made it by—verdammt!”  Vivi’s icon dropped, for the sixth time, into the water in the gap and was immediately eaten by the same cartoon shark. “Ugh!” said Mercy.

“Do you want me to make the jump for you?” said Genji.

“No,” Mercy said with deadly seriousness as Vivi started back at the beginning of the level, “No, I can do this.” 

“So determined,” said Genji giving her waist a slight squeeze.

“What difficulty setting is this on?” said Mercy, frowning as she made Vivi jump up several platforms.

“…It’s Vivi’s Adventure. It doesn’t… really have difficulty settings,” said Genji. 

“Well that doesn’t seem right,” said Mercy, frowning. She managed to get Vivi to clear the water jump and her face lit up.

“Yes! Finally!” she said, moving Vivi forward, “Now that that’s out of the way I can—” Vivi was then immediately eaten by a large green frog-like creature and Mercy’s mouth dropped open, “What—? What was that!?” she said angrily.

“Oh right the Frogoblins…” said Genji.

“Frog–What?!” 

“Well until you can get Vivi’s slingshot, you have to jump on them,” said Genji.

“Jump on them?” said Mercy, frowning, “Can’t I just avoid them?”

“I suppose its possible, but considering your… skill level it would probably be easier just to squish them,” said Genji.

“Easier to kill,” muttered Mercy, “I thought this game was aimed at children!”

“It is,” said Genji, “Honestly I’m kind of confused that you’re having such a difficult time with it.”

“I am not—” Mercy made Vivi clear the water jump, “Having a difficult time–” She cleared several pitfall traps, “I–” she made Vivi squish several frogoblins with an amount of fury that didn’t seem possible for such a cartoon-like game, “am having fun!” Her teeth were gritted on the word ‘fun.’ She then blinked and realized she had made it farther in the level then any of her previous tries. “Oh…” she said.

“You’re doing great!” said Genji as Mercy moved forward in the level. Mercy chuckled and cuddled up close to him, moving Vivi across the screen.

“I suppose I can understand why you would spend so many hours in that arcade when you were younger,” she said, making Vivi jump up several platforms, “It doesn’t seem that hard once you get used to the timing and—” A bird swooped down from the top of the screen and carried Vivi off. “What!?” Mercy was flushed red with fury, “How was I supposed to see that coming!?”

“Ah yes, that one’s tricky…” said Genji, “But look!” He pointed to the screen, “You made it to the checkpoint! A few more hours and maybe you can get to level 2!”

“You think this is hilarious, don’t you?” said Mercy, furrowing her brow.

“No,” said Genji, clearly attempting to suppress a laugh, “No–you’re doing fine. You can do this. It’s not like it’s surgery.”

“Surgery I actually know how to do!” snapped Mercy, furiously pushing Vivi forward through the level.

“Just… don’t overthink it,” said Genji, squeezing her a bit.

“Right,” said Mercy, still frowning at the screen. She managed to get Vivi even further, and even seemed to work into a good flow, squishing Frogoblins and managing to avoid the swooping bird. “There!” said Mercy, making Vivi squish another Frogoblin, “This isn’t very hard at all!”

“Mm-hm,” Genji kissed her on the side of the neck and she snickered, when suddenly the swooping bird returned and carried Vivi off. “Ah!” Mercy snapped back to attention at the game, “No! You did that on purpose!”

“Ah–Sorry–That wasn’t on purpose. I wasn’t really thinking,” said Genji.

“Hmph,” Mercy furrowed her brow and watched as Vivi started back at the checkpoint, “Don’t distract me!” she said, looking over her shoulder at Genji before turning back to the screen.

“Very well,” said Genji. He watched as Mercy cleared the jumps and squished the game’s enemies quickly and a bit more easily this time. It was nice seeing her so focused in a situation where no one was actually in danger, and, while he would never actually say this out loud, there was something really cute about seeing the brilliant and composed Doctor Ziegler get seething mad at a children’s video game. He watched the screen until Mercy seemed to have gotten Vivi to a fairly easy-looking series of platforms, then he leaned forward a bit and kissed the back of her neck. The metal of his chin, however, touched the base of her neck and caused a shudder down her spine which ended up making Vivi miss a platform and head down into a blue abyss.

“Genji!” Mercy snapped.

“I was seriously not trying to distract you that time,” said Genji.

“Oh I doubt that,” said Mercy, moving Vivi through the level, brow furrowed.

“Well if I were really trying to distract you, I think I’d do something more like this,” said Genji, tapping her shoulder. She turned her head and he kissed her on the mouth. Mercy fell into it for a few heartbeats before breaking away just in time to see that she had sent Vivi over a cliff. Her brow furrowed and she sighed before pausing the game and tossing the controller aside. “You’re really terrible sometimes, you know that?” she said turning around and wrapping her arms around him.

“I’ve just watched you spend an hour struggling through the first level of Vivi’s adventure, so who is really terrible?” said Genji, grinning.

“Ugh,” Mercy rolled her eyes before kissing him.

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hey! I love your writing so much - you're amazing ☺️ here's a wee prompt idea if you fancy it: Emma thinks that Regina obviously needs glasses but every time she brings it up Regina gets really defensive but it turns out that the EF version of the opticians was really scary

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Emma shakes her head as she looks at Regina squinting and struggling her way through her reports. “Will you just let me take you to the opticians already?” 

Regina shakes her head furiously, “No…I don’t need glasses.” 

Emma raises a brow before lifting up a report and holding it so that Regina should be able to read it, “What does this say?” 

Regina narrows her eyes and focuses, “It’s a report about the high crime rate in Storybrooke.” 

Emma looks to the paper in her hand as she replies, “It’s a requisition form for updated textbooks for the school…i hadn’t realised that was a crime…”

“Shut up,” Regina huffs, “I don’t want glasses.” 

“Why? They’ll help you read and you’ll probably get less headaches.”

“I know I need them,” Regina snaps, “I…I don’t want to go to the opticians.” 

“Why? It’s just an eye test. You just have to look at the screen and say what you see.” 

Regina frowns in confusion, “What? The doctor holds your eye open and looks at it through a crystal forcing you to read and spot things for hours until he finds what’s wrong with you…it’s horrific and painful and not very accurate…”

Emma shakes her head, “Okay…I’m guessing Enchanted Forest eye care wasn’t quite up to standard? In this world, it’s a lot easier and quicker…and it doesn’t hurt. Trust me you’ll be fine.”

Regina sighs, “I suppose I can’t put this off forever…will you still love me when I have to wear Harry Potter glasses?” 

Emma grins, “Maybe even more.”  

Ready Steady Part 17

Summary: Reader and Rob spend some much needed time together. They experience their first baby appointment together, which leaves them slightly overwhelmed. Still trying to grasp the fact that they will be parents, they decide to tell Rob’s friends at a convention. Will everyone be as accepting of the situation as they hope they will be?

Word Count: 6711

Warnings: more domestic fluff- it’s gross, mild swearing, a pissed off Briana, slight angst

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

Another Note: I hope it’s not overly fluffy… I did manage to throw in some angst. Reader has a weird heart-to-heart with Billy, pisses off Briana… oh, and there may be a gender reveal!

Catch up: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14  Part 15  Part 16

Originally posted by robbenedictandco

*Just some happy Rob for your eyeballs!*

The following weeks went rather smoothly. You and Rob spent some much-needed time together, lazing about the house and just generally enjoying each other’s company. You were still battling the nausea that came and went, but your medication helped to keep you out of the hospital.

You had finally made an appointment with your doctor earlier in the week, one that you should have scheduled a long time ago; but the ER visit and illness had made it a little difficult to remember that it needed to be done. Today, your phone notified you that you had the appointment this afternoon, which you had already forgotten about.

“I’ve got an appointment this afternoon, I completely forgot,” you told Rob as the two of you laid in bed, watching bad television on Netflix. You tossed your phone back onto the bed after dismissing the alarm.

“What appointment?” he asked, nuzzling into your neck. You had to admit, being in bed rest hadn’t been all that bad. It only meant that you got to share moments like this with Rob more often.

“Just my monthly check-in. Gotta see how the little one is cooking, I think I’m already through the first trimester.” You strained to do the math in your head again, Rob leaned up on his elbow, looking at you.

“Thirteen weeks,” he said, noticing that you had forgotten that as well, “and I’ll take you.”

“You don’t have to go.”

“Are you kidding? I want to.”

You grinned at him as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Besides, we need to find out if you’re okay to travel so I can take you to the con with me next week.”

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Vernon As A Father

Originally posted by thehouseofkpop

“could you do vernon as a father please”

I feel a little weird with writing about Vernon being a father, but maybe it’s just because he’s two years older than me and I still feel like that’s a little young seeing that I’m 17 and he’s 19 (American age), but idk. If it makes you guys happy I will try my best! It might be a little awkward, but I hope you enjoy and feel free to request more boys! xx


  • Alright
  • To be blunt here, I really don’t know all that much about Vernon
  • Maybe it’s because I’m that 1% of the fandom that’s not really attracted to him??
  • Don’t get me wrong he’s freaking hot
  • But it might also be because he’s off limits to me according to one of my friends iDK
  • Honestly I see him more as a best friend material to me rather than boyfriend material
  • But I’m going to try my best to make this seem not awkward but that probably won’t happen so bare with me
  • I feel like Vernon would be the type to want and wait until Marriage before starting a family
  • Like he wouldn’t want to take things too far at first and would much rather just kind of want to take in his relationship while he could
  • But once he got married and was settled down for a year or two he would be all for the thought of having a baby
  • Vernon would be the type to feel really nervous about becoming a father
  • Mainly because he wouldn’t want to do anything that could ruin the way his child would think about him
  • He’d be most nervous about dropping the child or yelling at it or something like that
  • But with a little reassurance I’m pretty sure he’d feel 50% better about starting a family
  • So when the topic came up at dinner one day he nearly chocked on his food before asking you to repeat yourself
  • When you did he knew that his ears weren’t lying to him and he’d nervously scratch his neck and respond to you
  • “uh yeah…kids kind of scare me so…”
  • When you would ask what was so bad about children he would just kind of rant to you about all of his fears about becoming a father
  • You understood him though because you were just about as scared to become a mother but tons of people start families and most of them end out just fine
  • You told him that he might not be the perfect father but if he tries his best he could turn out to be just fine for his future child
  • “okay [y/n], let’s have a baby”
  • aND BAM
  • After a rough night in the bedroom ;)))
  • You felt that you for sure were going to get pregnant from that
  • And it wasn’t just because Vernon took it a little rougher than expected
  • not that you would complain (what am i saying i am currently writing this in church pls help me)
  • A couple weeks later you began getting some of the symptoms and you were kind of excited
  • I mean, it’s not like you were potentially carrying a little fetus inside of you phhhttt
  • But you didn’t want to freak Vernon out so you set up an appointment for yourself
  • You were nervous through the entire thing
  • (shot game: take a shot every time I mention the word nervous)
  • After the ultrasound the doctor looked at you with a smile and pointed at the screen a picture of a little tiny fetus cell
  • “congrats mrs chwe, you’re preggers”
  • You were really happy but really scared at the same time because even though Vernon was okay with the thought of having a baby you still didn’t really know how her would react
  • So you decided to wait a bit and tell him in this really cliche way
  • You waited about a month or so before putting your plan into order
  • One day after Vernon came home from practice you decided to make him this really nice meal
  • But somewhere inside it you hid a tiny pacifier
  • You were impatiently starring at Vernon the entire time during the dinner
  • Kind of creeping him out a bit but he just shook it off
  • And then he saw it
  • He pulled the object out with his chopsticks and just kind of looked at you weird
  • “are you trying to poison me”
  • And that’s when you just kind of gave him a look like brUH
  • Vernon just kind of sat there really confused while trying to process why there was this object in his food until you literally had to spell it out for him
  • “dude i’m pregnant”
  • “wait…what”
  • It would take a couple minutes before he would finally smile and walk over to where you sat before picking you up and spinning around
  • He honestly would feel so happy despite feeling so nervous before about becoming a father
  • But something he couldn’t resist is the excitement of having a little boy or girl to look after with his wife
  • Vernon would be so careful with you from the second he found out about your future baby
  • Like he would be that gentleman
  • He would be the man to always hold doors for you and hold your hand as you walked up the stairs
  • He would even put his jacket over the puddles so you wouldn’t slip and fall
  • He’d be so sweet and walk with his arms tightly around your waist to support your back even though you didn’t have a bump yet
  • And asdfghjkl daddy vernon makes me feel so fluffy
  • For your 4 month checkup Vernon would be so happy to finally find out the gender of your child\
  • Secretly it’s been killing both of you on the inside
  • You both didn’t want to state your opinions on the gender to each other out loud because this wasn’t something you wanted to fight over
  • But the boys on the other hand would constantly pester Vernon with their thoughts saying that he was going to have a mini man who will have amazing rap skill just like his daddy
  • But Vernon would internally curse them out because he really wanted a little girl to spoil someday
  • But that’s not something that he would say out loud
  • But here you are now laying on a chair with your shirt lifted up slightly as the doctor rubbed gel over your stomach causing you to giggle at the ticklish contact
  • Vernon would just kind of stand back in awe at how adorable you looked as you giggled
  • Once the picture was displayed upon the screen the entire room became silent as the doctor tried to figure out what gender the baby was going to be
  • The doctor turned to the two of you with a smile and pointed at the picture of your baby
  • “Congrats you guys, it looks like you’re going to have a little girl someday”
  • And Vernon literally shouted in a loud New York accent “yES!!”
  • You and the doctor both looked at him in shock of his reaction causing him to sheepishly look away and rub the back of his neck with a small “sorry”
  • You only rolled your eyes and motioned for him to come to you so you could kiss him
  • Which he happily obliged to
  • Omg Vernon would go so hard while shopping for his little girl
  • Picking out the cutest “my daddy is the best!!111!!” onesies and “my dad is a stud” bibs
  • You would smack him at his choice but just roll your eyes in enjoyment because your husband was so corny and you loved it
  • Telling the boys about the gender would be something
  • Like Vernon would stride into practice one day with some much pride and confidently hand the ultrasound to the boys like
  • “yeah, that’s right bitches, I’m having a daughter”
  • And they would just kind of stare at him in shock before telling him to fuck off for being too cocky
  • And Vernon would just kind of be like “wut”
  • But the boys would be happy anyways because that meant that they had a little girl to help spoil
  • The entire nursery would be pink
  • This baby would be so spoiled to the point where her mobile would a chandelier and her crib would be a canopy
  • But she was going to be Vernon’s little princess someday so she had to have the nicest things
  • The first time you would feel the baby kick would be late at night
  • It kind of shocked you because you were confused as to why your stomach was being punched from the inside
  • And once you realized it your face would just
  • :O
  • And you would immediately smack Vernon until he woke up just so that way he could feel your belly too
  • But Vernon was like still half asleep so when he placed his hand on your stomach he was like half paying attention
  • And then he felt it
  • bOI
  • It was like something sparked inside of him and suddenly he became really wide eyed and wide away at this point
  • And he would just rub your belly and start talking to your little girl about anything and everything
  • You fell asleep to the soft sound of Vernon trying his best to sing your little girl to sleep to get her to stop kicking you
  • Mood swings would be hell for Vernon because he never knew what to say around you
  • Like one minute you would be bawling your eyes out at a kitten commercial and he would try to comfort you but only get flipped off at in the end
  • And when you tried to rip his clothes off one particular night when you felt horny
  • He tired his to flirt back only to get smacked in the end and scolded by you for having him say “such crude things”
  • The poor boy would feel so confused on what he was supposed to do
  • But luckily the mood swings were one of the better symptoms of your pregnancy
  • Because let’s just say that Vernon could not deal with making ice cream with pickles and kimchi every night
  • That was just a no no
  • Your cravings honestly weren’t that often though
  • And you really did have to hand it to him in the end because he was being such a trooper for you
  • Vernon was so nervous when it would come to your final days until the due date
  • He was even more nervous when he found out that the baby was going to be late
  • It was like 2 weeks after the due date and both of you were growing a little bit worried so you guys went into the doctor
  • The doctor gave you another ultrasound and frowned slightly
  • “Babies usually shouldn’t be this late, but by the looks of it there is a possibility that your daughter could be sick”
  • The doctor told you that they would need to give you a c section before anything could happen
  • The last thing you needed was to get sick as well
  • Vernon was as pale as a ghost by this point
  • There was basically a 50/50 chance he could lose his baby or his wife
  • Or even both
  • The doctor told him that he would need to get dressed in scrubs if he chose to be there for the surgery
  • Vernon gulped and nodded before following a nurse out to go get changed
  • Meanwhile the doctor took you to an operating room to get you set up
  • When Vernon arrived he strutted straight to you trying to look sexy to lighten the mood but failed when he tripped on a wire
  • You laughed and squeezed his hand as the doctors put you on anesthesia
  • He wouldn’t let go until you were fast asleep
  • Actually the doctors had to pull him away because he refused to let go
  • Vernon stood behind the tool table and out of the way next to a nurse who was keeping track of your heart rate
  • She gave him reassurance saying that it was rare when a girl would die from a c section
  • But that didn’t really help any because there was still a chance that he would lose you
  • Good thing that the c section was a success
  • The baby didn’t cry due to the fact that it seemed to be dead at first
  • The doctor called Vernon over so he could help out
  • He told Vernon to take off his scrub shirt so he could place the child against her father’s chest to try and heat her up so she would stay alive
  • Vernon did as he was told and held his daughter tightly to his chest praying that she would stay alive as the other doctors fixed up his wife
  • A couple hours later you woke up in a different hospital room while the lights turned off and soft humming could be heard in the room
  • Vernon sat in the corner still shirtless as he rubbed the back of your daughter who was hugged tightly to him
  • When you asked him what he was doing he looked up at you with a wide smile and explained everything the doctor had told him
  • It turns out that your daughter had cold intolerance which made her severely sensitive to chilly and cold air
  • Apparently it had to do something with the lack of body fat in your child’s body
  • She was pretty skinny after all
  • But you didn’t mind though because it only made her special
  • The doctors had given you strict directions on how to deal with your daughter’s condition
  • You and Vernon actually managed the newborn pretty well
  • And despite her being cold most of the time to the point where it hurt her physically,
  • She was actually a pretty quiet baby
  • She rarely cried and wasn’t as needy as the doctors made her seem
  • Vernon loved that about her
  • In fact he loved everything about her
  • He was nervous about being a father at first but he knew that this was really worth it
  • One of his favorite activities was rocking his little girl to sleep every night
  • And then making sure that she was wrapped up all comfy cozy in her princess crib
  • She really didn’t know how lucky she had it to be Vernon’s daughter
  • Like any girl would give just to be tucked in every night by the man
  • Plus she was even more spoiled by her uncles
  • The first time she was introduced to the boys Vernon almost had to shield her body away from them in fear that they would crush her
  • The boys were a lot more gentle than he expected and his daughter seemed to warm up to them pretty easily
  • One person in particular she seemed really comfortable with was Joshua
  • She seemed to cuddle up to his chest and fall right asleep
  • Vernon had to admit he was jealous
  • But she looked so cute and warm all snuggled up to his fellow American liner
  • Ever since then his daughter always was really close to Joshua
  • She even requested for him to show up to all of her birthday parties as she grew older
  • Joshua was kind of like a best friend or an older brother to the little girl rather than an uncle
  • Not that he really minded though
  • He was just really happy that he was able to spend time with Vernon’s daughter
  • Your daughter grew up becoming really attached to Joshua and much rather than going to you or Vernon with you her problems she would go to Joshua
  • Vernon was kind of hurt that she chose Joshua over her own father
  • But you tried your best to help him understand that it’s easier for a girl to go to a trusted friend rather than her own parents and that she would warm up to them eventually
  • But sadly even through her teenage years she didn’t really warm up to her father
  • It wasn’t until her first heartbreak caused by a dick who cheated on her when she went running to her daddy instead of Joshua
  • Which actually shocked both you and your husband
  • But neither of you complained because she just really needed the comfort of her father at the moment
  • And Vernon swore to that day that his daughter would never have her heart broken by a boy ever again
  • Despite your daughter being a looker
  • She got picked on a lot at school because of her condition
  • She wasn’t allowed to go outside and play in the snow with her classmates during breaks
  • She wasn’t allowed to go ice skating with her friends
  • And it eventually got to the point where she fell into a sort of depression and wouldn’t talk to anyone
  • She coped with it pretty well though and took advice from both your and Vernon to find something that would distract her from her problems for a while
  • And she found a passion that matched her father’s in rapping
  • She looked up to many artists like Dreke, Iggy Azalea, and other famous rappers
  • One of her friends had secretly recorded her rapping and uploaded it online
  • She became an overnight sensation
  • You were quite shocked when you woke up to watch the news and saw your daughter’s video on the news
  • When you asked her about it she said she didn’t know someone had recorded her
  • But she didn’t really mind though
  • She began getting calls and messages from people all over asking if she would want a record deal
  • Which she gladly accepted to sign a deal with Capital Records in LA
  • Although it meant moving out of Korea and away from her family
  • She was happy that her parents were so supportive over her decision
  • Vernon even offered to go with her if she wanted
  • But she refused and told him that she really wanted him to stay in Korea to be with his own group
  • Vernon understood though
  • He just really wanted to spend time with his daughter
  • Both you and Vernon became really proud of your daughter
  • She became a huge inspiration to people everywhere
  • She was considered one of the most successful rappers in America
  • Vernon even got his manager to allow his daughter to be the opening act for Seventeen on tour
  • Your daughter never really fell in love
  • She didn’t want to get her heart broken like the way that she did all those years back
  • It’s not like she minded though because she was already too busy to be involved with that kind of commitment
  • So she didn’t end up getting married
  • But you weren’t really too upset over that
  • It’s what mad your daughter happy
  • And if that made her happy than the two of you were happy
  • And that’s all that you ever really wanted since the beginning

|| S.Coups || Jeonghan || Joshua || Jun || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi || DK || Mingyu || The8 || Seungkwan || Vernon || Dino ||

Exams

Request: hello! May i have a little dribble with the prompt: you are exhausted and mistakenly go into jax room instead of juice’s. You insist on sleeping in his bed thinking he’s juice. Can you make it platonic but super cute? thank you!!

AN: no warnings

“Nobody told me college was going to be so frustrating Juan!” y/n days with a pout. It was finals week and she’s been studying her butt off. Her boyfriend, Juice/Juan and her best friend Jax have been there the most through her crazy college life.
“Baby, it’ll be worth it when you get to make little children better again” Juice comforts y/n, pulling her to close to him, kissing her on the head. Juice knew she was going to become a great doctor. He just wish she would see it too.
“I know, you’re always right, I’m just going to go crazy!” Y/n jokes, looking at her laptop, all her notes across the screen.
“It’s getting late, lets go take a shower and go to sleep honey” Juice says leaning into y/n. Her mind wasn’t having that.
“Babe, I gotta study for tomorrow. I’ll be in soon, okay?” Y/n tells him, Juice getting up and watching his girl write notes. She always works herself out.
—————–
Y/n looked down on her laptop and it read 1 am. ‘Shit’ she thought to herself, half awake she stumbles down the hallway and enters Jax dorm room.
“Uh y/n what are you doing?” Jax asks with great confusion, looking away for y/n who was undressing herself and getting in his bed.
“Juice , quit playing. Let me sleep.” Y/n mumbles, clearly over tired and thinking she’s with Juice.
“Sweetheart, I’m not Juice. It’s Jax. You cannot sleep here. Let’s go to Juice room” Jax says, with a smile on his face. Y/n will never hear the end of this.
“Why can’t I sleep Juice?? Come on, I wanna lay on your chest” y/n mumbles and leans her head on Jaxs stomach.
“Y/n?” Jax asks y/n but she doesn’t respond. She passed out. Thinking of what to do, Jax wiggled himself out of y/n and laid on the floor.
A few hours later, y/n woke up to Jax lighting up a cigarette. She doesn’t remember coming to bed last night and where was Juice?
“Mornin.” Jax says wth a big smirk.
“What did I do? Why am I in here?” She asks Jax while shaking her head.
“Over studied and assumed this was Juices room and fell asleep on me.” Jax tells y/n, they both start laughing.
“Did I really?” Y/n laughs while throwing her clothes on. Juice walked in and gave his “you did it again look”.
“No studying today babe, don’t need you to sleep with another brother again” juice joked with y/n, pulling her in for a kiss.
“Very funny babe” she says back to him, Juice leading her out of the room.

He Knows pt. 3 || Rafinha Imagine

Notes: ITS HERE! I hope you all like it! Feedback is appreciated of course and suggestions!

Warning: A tiny bit of smut but it doesn’t turn to smut.

“It’s a girl” the doctor says, moving the instrument on your stomach. You quickly grin and look at Rafa who was smiling brightly, the one you loved were his smile reached his eyes and squinted. “And a boy” the doctor adds and your eyes widened, just like your boyfriend’s.

  “Wait-” Rafa says quickly but hesitates.

  “What?” You ask, both of you looking at the doctor with wide eyes.

  “You will be having twins, a boy and a girl, congratulations” he says with a grin, and both of you were too astonished processing the news. “I’ll leave you two think it through” he says while Rafa and you look at the monitor that showed the two small frames that were your kids before you look at each other again. The doctor hands you a towel for you to remove the gel from your stomach and turns off the screen before clicking something. Then, he leaves.

  “We…” You start as you blink several times.

  “…are having twins…” Rafa finishes before he chuckles and starts peppering you with kisses all over your face making you giggle and squirm. “We will have twins!” He says excitedly and kisses a part of your exposed stomach that is not covered in gel.

  “You wanted this, didn’t you? You jinxed me and now you have the best of both worlds” you tease and clean the gel off your stomach as you sit up, him helping you as he chuckled.

  “I didn’t ask for it, I did wanted the pair, but not as twins, but I don’t mind it” he says and you laugh.

  “Sure, since you won’t be fat like a whale carrying them” you tease.

  “You won’t look like a whale. You will look beautiful. I will help you with everything” he says quickly. When has he ever not done that? Rafinha has always, even before your pregnancy, been supportive and made sure you were comfortable in every way. Not the suffocating way, but the most loving and gentlemen way. One of the many reasons why you fell for him.

  “I know, Rafa” you say and cup his cheek. He is still grinning like a little kid when he leans down to kiss you happily, smoothly pulling down your shirt.



    You two went to Rafa’s doctor to follow up on his cut the same day. The doctor had given you a copy of the picture he took of the ultrasound and Rafa was staring at it as he spoke to Thiago and told him about the news, happily telling him every detail.

  “I’m having twins! A boy and a girl” he said into the phone chuckling. He spoke a few more minutes with him before he handed the phone to you as he was called for check up.

  “I bet he is being a kid about all of it” Thiago says into the phone making you laugh.

  “Yeah, he is really excited. He didn’t want to call you right away because he wanted to post the picture on instagram and wait for your reaction, he didn’t want me to message you either” you admit.

  “I thought he wouldn’t tell me” he chuckles. “How are you holding up, though? Is everything alright? Your studies?”

  “Yep. Filled the papers for graduation, but I won’t actually go to the ceremony. Its the same month I might give birth and I don’t want to risk having contractions in the middle of my speech” you laugh, so does Thiago.

  “Just going to ask for the diploma then?”

  “Pretty much, its faster too so I can start working.”

  “You realize that my brother won’t let you work, right? Not after those news.”

  “Trust me, I know” you smirk before adding, “But he knows that as soon as I can I want to work. I don’t want to depend on him.”

  “Good luck with that” he says and you smirk. “Hey, you let me know what they say to him about the injury follow up. I have to go get ready for practice.”

  “I will. Take care” you hang up and walk over to the room Rafinha is in. He has some sort of mask over his face, every section of it marked according to his features. Your eyes looked at him, showing confusion.

  “Hey babe, I didn’t tell you, Marvel wants me as a superhero” he says and chuckles, which you join.

  “For a failure of a hero, we already have Deadpool. Stick with football” you lean against the wall and take a picture of the doctor’s working around him.

  “I want that picture” he says and you roll your eyes.

  “Mrs. Alcantara” a doctor says and you look at him, “We are making a mask he can use so he is able to play the next games. It will help him place the nose back in place and protect his face. He should be able to play as normal” he explained.

  “Thank you, doctor” you smile.

  “What would be a good superhero name for me?” He asks and you roll your eyes before laughing. You loved that about Rafa, he never stops joking or smiling even in hard times.



    “Done” Rafinha said as he posted the picture of the ultrasound on his social media. The picture was your hand and his holding the picture and you found it adorable. You posted it on yours too, just for the fun of it, but everyone you knew followed your boyfriend too, so there was no point.

  “Phones blowing up in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1” you wait.

  “Failed” he said with a chuckle and moved on the couch, his body laying down across your lap, his ear on your small bump. “Hey babies, daddy can’t wait to show you about football and spoil you” he cooed and you smiled down at him, hands running through his, finally, growing hair.

  “Are you happy about this?”

  “Of course, why wouldn’t I? I’m having kids with the girl of my dreams” he says, blowing you a kiss making you smile. He smiles back before lifting your shirt and kissing your bump causing your eyes to flutter.

  “I saw that” he teased and you blush before he sits up and pats his thigh, making you roll your eyes before you sit on his lap. “You look beautiful, Y/N. Our babies are making you look…wow…” he said as he circled his arms around you, holding you close. The way he was looking at you making you blush.

  “What are you talking about?” You giggle shyly.

  “You just look different. You have this glow on you and this vibe…”

  “Are you sure it isn’t the new bonsai we got that is making you relax and see things?” You joke and he laughs.

  “Te amo” and with that he moves to kiss along your neck.

  Your breath hitches and your hands tighten around his shoulders as he does, neck automatically exposing itself to his lips. He was leaving open mouthed kisses along it, teeth grazing the skin teasingly earning a quiet moan from you.

  “Rafa…”

  “Please, princess. We haven’t been together like this. I’ve been training and you’ve been studying…” he was at the edge of whining and you have to suppress a laugh.

  You bite your lip before moving to catch his lips with yours, hands resting on the side of his face as you deepened the kiss. His hips shift under yours and you moan into his mouth, only making him continue the movement and move your hips under his lead. His tongue runs along your lower lip and then the upper and you grant access, his tongue moving against yours as the kiss got heated. You run your hands through his hair, missing the hair you used to play and pull at when you were in this situation.

  Your whole body is warming up at the actions, and he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as he lets out a moan as your hips created friction. You are out of breath after the heavy make out session, your heart pounding wildly against your chest. You move to kiss his neck and he groans, a sound that made you feel good because of what you were doing. His fingers are running along the end of your shirt and down your back, a shiver going down your spine.

  “Y/N…Babe…” he pants as his hips moved against yours. You hum out in response and when he is about to speak, the phone goes off. “You gotta be kidding…” he growls, his head tilting backwards.

  “If its Ney ignore him…” You say as you take the moment to kiss his neck again.

  “I will kill him.. ” he mutters and you move off his lap so he can reach for his phone that rang on the table in front of your couch. “Grandma” he says and answers.

  You run your hand through your hair and watch him talk, she was calling about the picture and he was happily giving her all the details. Your parents knew of the news right away and were happy for you. Since they both still worked at your hometown, they weren’t able to travel until they could get their vacations set up, which you hoped it would be before the babies are born.

  As he talks, you scroll through his page to see all the comments of his followers about the baby, a smile appearing on your lips. He smiled at you as he continued to talk through the phone, now speaking to his grandmother how you were doing. Your phone goes off in your hands and see that the caller ID belonged to Neymar.

  “Hey”

  “I’m going to be uncle of two?!” He almost shouts into the phone making you pull it away as you giggle.

  “Yeah, you are getting old Ney” you tease and he chuckles.

  “Never. Hey, do you guys want to come with us to the new restaurant they opened downtown? We agreed it was a guys only thing, but we need to celebrate your news.”

  “By us, who do you mean? Not the whole team, right?”

  “Nope, almost. Leo, Luis and Pique, although I’m not sure he’d go since he is taking care of the kids. Shakira is away for a music video.”

  “Oh. right. Thanks for reminding me. I haven’t told her about the news.”

  “So, you coming?” Ney asks.

  “Yeah, sure. We will be there.”

  “Alright, see ya’ there.” And you both hang up.

  You hadn’t noticed Rafa had hung up and looking at you, a mischievous smile curving his lips.

  “Now, where were we?” He asks as he moves forward making you lay on your back.

  “Neymar called…” You tried to say as his hands slid under your shirt and ran up your baby bump.

  “And?” A kiss against your cheek.

  “He asked if we wanted to go to a new restaurant downtown…”

  “And?” He was kissing along your neck and shoulders now, which took all your concentration to form coherent words.

  “I said we’d go…” Rafa pulls away and looks at you in disbelief.

  “Seriously?! Now?” He sounded offended and you giggled.

  “We have to eat. I have appetite for three now” you joke.

  “But does it have to be right now? Not later? We were in the middle of something” he pouts and you peck his lips several times.

  “I’ll make it up to you when we come back” you promise and he continues to pout. “Come on, let’s go.”

  The two of you get ready and meet with the others at the restaurant. As Ney said, it was a guys night, but you were the exception, and the others didn’t seem to mind. You did felt bad though, Rafa hasn’t spent much time with them alone, he was always around you and during games he’d come back home quickly so you didn’t stay alone at home so long. During the conversation you learned that Lucho had told the others that Rafinha would be in the substitutes for the next game to get him back on track, which meant he had to leave for a couple of days since it is an away game.

  It was something you were used to now, and it has never bothered you staying alone. Yes you felt lonely sometimes in the big house, but it was something you were slowly getting over it. Now, in this pregnancy phase, you knew he wasn’t going to leave you alone at all. You could already see him being thoughtful by your side after the news. They were yet to be confirmed, but he was trying to be one step ahead in case it actually happened.

  “Have you thought of names, yet?” Suarez asks as you eat. Rafinha being the one to answer.

  “Not really, we are still processing we are having twins” he says and Leo chuckles.

  “Good aim, man” Pique says and you almost choke on your water causing the trident and Pique to laugh. Rafa, on the other hand, was patting your back and chuckled as you cough.

  “You did not say that!” You can’t help but laugh at it, Neymar was at the verge of tears.

  “Deny it! One try and suddenly you got twins. Those aren’t easy to get” Pique continues and everyone in the table is laughing.

  “I think we had enough of complimenting Rafael’s…abilities” Messi tried. He tried hard to not make it related to the topic, but it only caused everyone to laugh again and his cheeks had turned red as he joined.

  You loved hanging with them, they were so playful and joked so much. They lifted up your mood all the time. It was lovely seeing how they acted out of the pitch. Leo was the only one that you never guessed would joke so much, but he does, but keeps his serious behavior. Someone has to when Pique, Suarez, Ney, and Rafa were together.

  “Did you told Shak about it?” Pique asks.

  “I tried to call her but there was no signal. I did sent her a message, still no response.”

  “Maybe it was after she got on the plane. She finished the musical early and is heading back home. Will arrive tomorrow or so.”

  “Perfect” you hear Rafa say and you look at him curiously.



    After a couple of hours at the restaurant, you all pay your bills and decide to go home. Tomorrow they will be training and Rafa had gotten a text from Lucho to join the others. You were on your way back home now, music playing in the car as Rafa drove. He was the first one to speak.

  “If Shakira is going to stay with the kids while Pique is away, you can stay with her while I’m away” he says. Exactly what you were thinking.

  “You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll be fine. Its just a few days…”

  “I don’t want you to be alone. What if something happens? What if you get dizzy again? You need someone with you.”

  “Shakira will have a handful with the kids.”

  “You always help her with them. Is either her, or, I ask grandma and Thaisa to come over for those days to take care of you” your eyes widened at that.

  “I don’t think that’s necessary. I don’t want to be a trouble to your family…”

  “Y/N, you are my family. We are building a family” he says as he pulls into the garage of the house and turns to you. “They won’t mind it. Grandma wants to see you and she said that we can ask her for anything if needed, so this is it. She can come over. Thaisa loves you, she won’t mind being here and taking care of you” Rafa was right. His family had gotten used to you right away. There were no problems to click together and were always very welcoming to you. It was why you didn’t want to push your luck with them.

  Rafa gets out of the car to help you do so as well after you opened the door. He held you close as you headed inside the house. “I’ll talk with Shakira about it tomorrow. You can ask your grandmother and Thaisa if they’d like to come. They can maybe come around the first few days and then I can stay with Shakira” you say and shrug.

  “Whichever replies first.” He says and you nod your head in agreement as you take your clothe to head to the shower. “Need help there?” Your boyfriend asks and winks making you roll your eyes playfully.

  “Perfectly capable of showering myself, thank you though” you stick your tongue out to him.

  “But what about saving water?”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t use much” you say and slowly close the door of the bathroom, leaving a small gap open because you didn’t like closing the door completely. It made you feel as if you did it, it would feel like if you were rejecting Rafinha and that was obviously not a thing. You hear an audible whine from the room you two shared and you giggled. He could be such a kid sometimes. “Would you like to help me get in?” You say playfully and next thing you know Rafa is right behind you and you laugh as he wraps his arms around you, kisses being peppered all over your shoulders and what he could reach of your neck.



    “We should really think of names” Rafa says as he walks out of the bathroom, wearing only his sweat pants, hanging just under his V line, you could see a few drops of water running down his toned chest, his wet hair all over the place, what was growing of it anyway. How did you get so lucky finding this man? He was perfect in every single way possible. “Earth to Y/N” Rafa says, a cheeky grin as he looked at you.

  “Hm?”

  “Not sure if you are thinking of our babies names or something else…”

  “Shut up” the two of you laugh and he jumps on the bed besides you, doing what he usually did when he was about to sleep, resting his head on your stomach. “Is there any names you like?”

  “Hm…I like a few…I like uncommon names” you say with a smirk as you run your fingers through his hair.

  “Any in particular?” He asks looking at you.

  “I like Emeraude…”

  “Poor girl writing down her name” he teased.

  “Can you do better?”

  “Sebastiao…Just changes the last letter” he says and you roll your eyes teasingly.

  “Well done, we just improvised on our babies names.”

  “It wasn’t that hard, why do people complicate their lives with these?” He is looking at the ceiling now.

“Although, what if we change-”

  “Oh no. No changing names. Those are it.” He sits up quickly and you laugh.

  “We got this” you say and open up your arms and he lays down besides you, taking your hands in his and kissing them.

  “Thank you, for making me this happy” he says and you lay down on your side facing him, his eyes were looking at you fondly and that made you blush. “I’m happy I waited for you all this time” he brushes his nose against yours in a eskimo kiss.

  “And I’m happy you chose me to be the mother of your kids…” You lean in to kiss him, a simple lip lock that you sighed happily into before you pulled away to roll your body to the other side. His arm went around your waist, resting on your small bump and you both fell asleep happily.



    “Thank you for being here in such short notice. I knew I could count on you” Rafa said to his grandmother as he placed her luggage and Thaisa’s inside the house before taking them to the respective rooms.

  “Y/N, good to see you!” Thaisa came over to you and hugged you tight.

  “I’m so happy you are here” you admit as you pull away and grin at her before turning to Rafa’s grandmother. “Celia, its good to see you again. Thank you for coming at the petition of the worried kid over there” you point at Rafa and she laughs.

  “Whatever makes my boy happy, that’s what I promised always when he was a kid” she says and you hug her. “Couldn’t wait any longer to see how my great grandchildren will be doing. Have they been of trouble?”

  “Not at all. Not yet anyway.” You admit and she grins, a hand on your stomach.

  “It has Alcantara DNA, beware. That one was a troublemaker when he was young.”

  “I’m…right here?” Rafa says pointing at himself.

  “Isn’t he still? I mean, he always makes fun of me and one time when I was learning to drive he started to panic when we were at a red light just to see my reaction” Thaisa confessed and glared at him.

  “You were going fast.”

  “I was at a red light!”

  “You are still a danger driving.”

  “Like if you were an expert” his grandmother says and you laugh.

  “I’m leaving before I end up beaten here, this is just unfair.”

  The three of you laugh shortly and he comes over to Thaisa first, hugging her tightly. “Have fun. Take care. Behave” he says and she rolls her eyes. He comes to you next, cupping your face between his hands. “I love you. If anything happens call me. I’ll let you know as soon as I’m in Paris, okay?” You nod your head and he pecks your lips, you can feel he just doesn’t want to leave even if he also does want to leave. “And you…” he addresses Celia now, he pinches the bridge of his nose and let’s out an exaggerated playful sigh. “Please don’t embarrass me. Please behave” he chuckles and she grins.

  Celia places a hand on his shoulder, pats it and nods her head, “I’ll never do anything to embarrass you. I’ll just tell her everything and see if she us up for it all” she was an amazing grandmother.

  “Oh my God!” He groans and takes his bags. “Alcantara women are terrible” he mutters playfully, loud enough for all of you to hear.

  “Remember your girlfriend here is one.”

  “I just lost my girlfriend to you two.” He points at us before you here a beep outside. “Neymar is here. I love you three” he blows a kiss before he leaves.

  Thaisa hugs you again and you smile. “So where do you want to go?” Celia asks as she looks at you. “Went shopping for baby things already?”

  “Not really. Rafa said we could go when he came back so-”

  “No. He has terrible tastes in baby things. Ask Thiago about it. Let’s go to the mall now. Let me go get my things.” She says and disappears up to her room in a few seconds.

  “I’m too young to be aunt of three kids” Thaisa says and you laugh.

  “Right! I just remember Thiago is also expecting. He said it will be a boy, right?”

  “Yep. Thinking of naming him Gabriel.”

  “Oh right, I forgot. I need to call him later anyway.”

  “Do you have your names?”

  “Yes. Emeraude and Sebastiao.”

  “The boy name was Rafael, wasn’t it?” Celia asks as she joins you.

  “Yeah.”

  “That kid always liked that name” she shakes her head with a smile. “Ready?”

  “Yeah. Let’s go.” And that’s how you started your day with Rafa’s grandmother and sister. You could tell it was going to be quite fun. You didn’t spend more than a day with them before, so you were grateful for tis opportunity. It was the beginning of a great relationship between the three of you.

 

Victoria On Film - 5 Screen Portrayals of Queen Victoria In The Last Few Decades

With the development of film production in the last few decades, the film industry has increasingly had the ability and skill to capture and retell stories, to be of easy access to anyone. From comedic to factual, here are my top 5 portrayals of Queen Victoria from film and television.

Blackadder’s Christmas Carol, 1988 - Miriam Margolyes

Oh Albert, You Naughty German Sausage!

The only time the popular Blackadder series of the 80s visited the Victorian period was in the 1988 Christmas special Blackadder’s Christmas Carol. Here Victoria is portrayed hilariously as big, bubbly and buxom by Miriam Margolyes (known for her role as Professor Sprout in the Harry Potter films) who, accompanied by an enthusiastic and stereotypically-German Prince Albert (played by Jim Broadbent) head out onto the streets of London on their ‘Annual Christmas Adventure’.

On their adventure they go incognito to reward ‘the virtuous and the good’, which includes Ebenezer Blackadder who, until that day, had been the ‘kindest and loveliest man in England’. Not recognising them, he insults the disguised couple, and when he notices the resemblance to the Royal family, he berates them too. Only after they leave does Blackadder ironically learn of their true identities and how he missed out on his reward. As usual with satirised versions of history, it isn’t a very historically accurate portrayal. However, as a comedy piece with a historical basis, it is hilariously funny. This piece can be found on Netflix and usually on YouTube.

Her Majesty, Mrs Brown, 1997 - Judi Dench

It Is Not For Any Of The Queen’s Subjects To Presume To Tell Her Majesty When And Where She Should Come Out Of Mourning!

The fairly forgotten film Mrs Brown of 1997 retells the story of Queen Victoria and her relationship with John Brown, her Highland Servant. The film begins in 1863, two years since the death of Prince Albert, and Victoria (played by the legendary Dame Judi Dench) remains in seclusion at Osborne House on the Isle of Wight. It is here that John Brown (played by the equal legend that is Billy Connolly), one of the Queens outdoor servants, arrives from Balmoral Castle with the Queens pony after being sent for in the hope the Queen might ride out in the grounds. Although bumpy at first, Victoria and John soon become firm friends, and Brown is given the official title of ‘The Queen’s Highland Servant’.

Throughout the course of the film the ongoing issue of the ‘inappropriacy‘ of Victoria’s relationship with John Brown becomes more urgent, in addition to her increasing pressure to return to public life and mental conflict of her loyalty to the dead Prince Albert. However, she finds peace with herself and continues her employment and friendship with John Brown. The film ends in around 1883 with  John’s death of pneumonia, depicted as being caught after chasing an intruder to the royal household.

I find Mrs Brown as a whole a incredibly accurate portrayal, from capturing Victoria’s character to getting the facts right (something many portrayals lose due to creative licence), even the use of Osborne House in filming. However, it is still a film, not a back-to-books docudrama. I would definitely recommend this film to anyone interested in Queen Victoria but it is a little obscure to find, so have a look about eBay and Amazon. If you want to know more about John Brown and his relationship with Queen Victoria, I have a post on my blog titled After Albert - Victoria’s Second Love, John Brown, which you can check out if you want. In addition, later this year (what I consider to be a sequel although it isn’t) comes Victoria And Abdul, based around the later relationship of Queen Victoria and Abdul Karim, an Indian Muslim attendant to Victoria in her last years. Judi Dench reprises her role as the Queen, as well as the beautiful Osborne House, so keep an eye out.

Doctor Who, 2006 - Pauline Collins

I Am Quite Used To Staring Down The Barrel Of A Gun.

In science fiction, historical accuracy typically isn’t the primary focus, and with Doctor Who I don’t blame them. The gun-totting Queen (played by Pauline Collins) seen in the Season 2 episode Tooth And Claw is faced with ninja-like monks and an alien werewolf in the Scottish Highlands. She meets the 10th incarnation of the time-travelling Doctor and his companion Rose Tyler by chance whilst travelling to Balmoral in 1879. However, she plans to spend the night at the ‘Torchwood Estate’ nearby, supposedly favoured by the deceased Prince Albert, and is accompanied by Rose and the Doctor. Unbeknown to her, the house had been taken over by monks in disguise as servants who harbour a man in the basement who is a werewolf,  in the hope of infecting the Queen and creating an ‘Empire of the Wolf’.

The trap is soon realised, and the Doctor tries to escape with his group, before discovering how to kill the wolf by combining the mysterious telescope in the house and the Queens Koh-I-Noor diamond (which actually existed) to create a concentrated light. As they recover from killing the wolf the Queen finds a cut from the chaos that she claims is a splinter, although the Doctor later reveals he thinks she was bitten by the wolf and that the Haemophilia she passed down through her family was in fact the infection of a werewolf. I find this portrayal a little Stereotyped and full of unnecessary historical exposition, but is generally quite interesting to watch and see her portrayed as a badass. This episode can be found on pretty much any video streaming site, such as Netflix and Amazon.

The Young Victoria, 2009 - Emily Blunt

I Wear The Crown! And If There Will Be Mistakes Then They Will Be My Mistakes!

The Young Victoria of 2009 was probably the beginning of the current spark of interest in the youth of Queen Victoria (you’ll notice toward the end of the list only are we seeing young portrayals). This film covers the life of Victoria from around the age of 16 to 22, arguably the most eventful and important years of her life. The film begins with a very brief retelling of Victoria’s life up until her coming to the throne, then throws you into the conflict of the royal family in around 1835. Victoria (portrayed beautifully by Emily Blunt) is shown at odds with her mother and Sir John Conroy whilst allied with her governess Letzen, Aunt Adelaide and Uncle William, as well as becoming acquainted with Lord Melbourne. Victoria also meets her cousins for the first time, Ernest and, more well known, Albert (played by the dashing Rupert Friend).

The film then follows Victoria’s rise  to the throne and release as she finds freedom and independence from her mother and Conroy, and an opportunity to become better acquainted with Albert. However, her struggle soon begins, with real events such as the Bedchamber Scandal and rumours surrounding her relationship with Melbourne play out. From her recovery of these issues, the rest of the film follows Prince Albert’s relationship with Victoria; their marriage, Victoria’s subsequent pregnancy and Albert preventing Victoria’s assassination-whilst getting shot himself. The film ends with Albert recovering well and the baby being born,  then a brief version of what happened in real life afterwards. Although some changes were made to timeline, such as Albert being present and the coronation and then getting wounded during the assassination attempt (when the Queen attended a private screening she wasn’t very pleased with these), I find this film a good portrayal of the real young Victoria and certainly captures Victoria’s struggles and relationships in her early days. This film will always hold a place in my heart (I know it practically word for word) because it was what sparked my interest in Queen Victoria. Its definitely worth a watch, and although it cannot be found on Netflix it is on Amazon.

Victoria, 2016 - Jenna Coleman

She Doesn’t Have A Name, She Is Doll 123.

Last year Victoria hit our screens with Doctor Who star Jenna Coleman in the staring role. As popular as it is, however, I found it difficult to watch. If your looking for historical accuracy, this probably isn’t the show for you. Victoria series one has so far covered Victoria’s life from the age of 18 to 22, and a second series is being filmed right now.

It begins right at the point of Victoria becoming Queen, dropping you into the midst of Victoria’s battle with her mother and John Conroy. It then follows her through the early days as Queen and visits the bedchamber scandal, leaning more toward the controversial death of Lady Flora Hastings. Victoria also meets and befriends Lord Melbourne. Their relationship is portrayed as being a romantically inclined one, some much to the point of Victoria proposing - although he declines. Victoria then is forced to negotiate around marriage suggestions, especially those surrounding her cousin Albert (played by Tom Hughes), who she detests - until she sees him, for the first time in years. From here their relationship develops to the point of proposal and marriage, including a curious subplot where Victoria attempts to ward off pregnancy. She fails, however, and the series ends happily with the birth of a daughter. In addition to following Victoria’s life the show also follows members of the Queen’s household, similar to Downton Abbey, and includes people like Miss Skerrett and Charles Francatelli (who were real people, although many other characters below stairs were not). 

 Personally, its not my cup of tea and I could pick it over all day, from costumes and characters to dates and sets. However to be fair, the show does follow a basic historical time timeline and I feel that Jenna Coleman does capture Victoria’s spirit and character. Victoria can be found on Amazon.

anonymous asked:

jikook nonmafia au where jikook are not mafias and just normal parents to yoongi?

THERE’S MPREG AND EMOTIONS! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

“I’m so scared Jungkookie, so scared, what are we going to do? We’re kids we can’t have a baby we can’t even take care of oursel-”

“We’ll be fine, we’ll make it through this just like we’ve made it through everything else okay.”

Never in his life did Park Jimin ever think he’d end up being pregnant at seventeen. He wasn’t dumb, even if his mother thought differently, he knew he was sexually active and that put him at risk for this but he’d always thought they were safe about it. Condoms, birth control, honestly he’d done everything he could think of to make sure this never happened yet there he was; Seventeen years old and sitting in their bathroom with Jungkook’s arms around him and five positive pregnancy test mocking them.

“What if we fuck up his life?”

“His?”

Jimin furrows his eyebrows. He’d already somehow made up his mind that the baby growing inside of him was a boy and he hadn’t even realized it. He’d already given an identity to the little mass growing in him and he didn’t even know how.

“I don’t think we’ll do too bad we have each other and love. I’m sure this little dude will come out great.”

The smile Jungkook shoots him has Jimin falling in love with his boyfriend all over again. He’s scared out of his life but he trust what the other boy says. He trust that their love will get them through everything just like it always has and for now that’s all he needs. Just Jungkook, their love and the small life that grows inside of him.

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“I like Yoongi.”

“What?”

“For the baby, a name, I like Yoongi for a boy and Minah for a girl.”

A giggle leaves Jimin’s mouth as Jungkook tickles the small toes that rest in his lap where Jimin has stretched out his legs. They’re watching some cooking show and he knows it’s a pretty random time to mention the names that has been in his head all day but whatever. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he looks to his lover with a nod.

“Yoongi is pretty.”

The kick that comes from inside Jimin’s stomach seems to agree as well and it has warmth shooting through him as he grins.

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“Well Mr. Park, there he is.”

“He?”

“He! You’re having a baby boy, he looks a bit small for where you are in your pregnancy but healthy so it’s nothing to worry about.”

The world spins for Jimin as he looks at the small screen where the doctor is pointing. It’s grainy white against black but in that grainy mess he can see the shape of a baby, see the shape of his son, and the tears begin to fall before he can stop them.

“We’re having a son.”

Jungkook squeezes his hand as the doctor prints out the pictures, one for Jungkook’s office at work and one for their fridge at home, and Jimin turns to his lover.

“We’re having a son.”

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“FUCKING SHIT JEON JUNGKOOK IF YOU COME NEAR ME WITH YOUR DICK AGAIN I’LL BITE IT OFF THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT IT HURTS SO BAD.”

Everyone in the emergency room winces as they stare at the two boys walking in. Jimin whimpers with every pain that shoots through his body as his contractions get closer together and Jungkook does his best to try and sooth his smaller lover while trying to get them checked in. His hands are shaking as he writes down Jimin’s information and he can’t stop bouncing his leg as the nerves rake him. In just a few hours he was going to be a father. The nurses take Jimin into a room and suddenly the urge to vomit is filling Jungkook. In a few hours he was going to welcome his son to the world.

Jungkook hands the forms over to another nurse and dresses in the scrubs they hand him before he takes in a deep breath and walks into the room where Jimin’s surgery was going to take place.

He was going to be a father.

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“Welcome to the world little dude.”

The clear box that holds their small baby does nothing to stop the love both Jimin and Jungkook feel for the small being. They both do their everything to keep the tears from falling as they stare at Yoongi’s little chest rising. It’s too slow and the tube connecting to the baby’s nose that helps him breathe looks so scary but they have hope. Their baby was a fighter and would survive just like he survived the cord wrapped around his neck.

“Welcome to the world Jeon Yoongi, daddy and papa can’t wait to hug you baby boy.”

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“It’s your turn.”

“I got up last time.”

“I had diaper duty.”

“I had medicine duty.”

“I birthed him.”

“I put him in you.”

“Fuck you.”

Jimin groans loudly as he gets up from the warm bed. The short walk tot he room next door seems so much longer with the way the cold floor numbs his bare feet but he ignores it as he enters Yoongi’s room. The baby is wailing as loud as he can and even if it’s not that loud due to his weak lungs, Jimin still hates the sound. If he had it his way his baby would never cry because his baby would always be happy.

“Hey little prince what’s wrong huh?”

The teen furrows his eyebrows when Yoongi rejects his bottle and when he checks the baby’s diaper to see it’s mess free a sighs escapes his mouth. It was going to be one of those nights.

“Are you just not happy? You can’t cry like this Yoonie it’s not good for your breathing. Do you want papa to sing you a song?”

It’s a bit silly for him to be talking to the baby as if he would be able to respond but Jimin can’t help it. He takes a seat in the rocking chair nearby ad mentally thinks of any song he knows as he begins rocking the baby on his chest gently. The clock on the wall read three in the morning and it would be a long time before Yoongi fell asleep again but it was okay because Jimin loved his baby and he’d give up his sleep every night if it meant Yoongi was happy.

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“Jimin please stop crying.”

“MY BABY’S FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!”

“Papa please stop crying.”

“YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL YOONIE LET PAPA CRY!!”

Jungkook and Yoongi share a look between them as Jimin wails loudly. Honestly speaking Jungkook thought it would be the small child that cried yet his husband was proving to be the champion of tears this morning.

“Jimin this is worse than when he said his first word babe please.”

“SHIT UP IM STILL NOT OVER HIS FIRST WORD BEING DADDY.”

As Jungkook watches his son walking into his classroom with his too big Iron man backpack bouncing against his back he feels bad for making fun of Jimin sobbing. Tears are gathering at his eyes and he has to quickly wipe them away before they fall. Their baby was really growing up.

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“Daddy can I ask you something?”

“Sure what’s up baby?”

“What is love?”

Jungkook stiffens in his spot. The wet dish in his hands threatens to fall but he’s quick to catch it, the last thing he wanted was Jimin kicking his ass for breaking his favorite bowl.

“Love is… well… how to I put this? . Love is a feeling you feel when you’re around someone you like a lot. When that person smiles you feel happy, when they are crying you want to make them feel better, you want to protect them from everything because seeing them hurt makes you feel hurt too. When papa kisses your bruises from playing or when he makes daddy chicken because he knows that’s daddy’s favorite and will make me happy, he does it because he loves us.”

The little boy grins, wide and full of gums with small baby teeth peeking out, and nods his head.

“Is there a reason why you asked?”

“No! No reason.”

Yoongi has that mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he giggles but Jungkook decides to let it go for now. He watches Yoongi skip way with his own smile on his face and a sudden rush of affection fills him when he realizes something; Yoongi and Jimin shared the same giggle.

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“HE DID WHAT?! I’LL BE RIGHT THERE.”

“what’s wrong babe?”

“Yoongi’s school just called, he bit and hit another student and they want us in the office right now.”

Surprise is all either parent feels as soon as they look at the child on the far side of the room. Song Minho has a light bruise forming under his eye and a bright red bite mark on his hand and Yoongi seems nothing but proud about it.

“Thank you for joining us Mr Jeon, Mr Park,  I will say I was surprised when I saw it was Yoongi waiting in my office. He’s never been in trouble before but I cannot let what happen slide, we do not accept violence here and he will be suspended for three days.”

Yoongi shrugs when everyone in the room turns to look at him and it only drive anger through Jungkook. Their son was in no way a troublemaker yet there he was uncaring that he’d be unable to go to school for three days because he hit another student. He’s a few seconds away from scolding the boy as soon as they walk out the room but before he can a high pitched yell is stopping him.

“YOONIE HYUNG!”

Jungkook and Jimin watch, confused, as a little boy with shaggy brown hair and wide puppy like brown eyes runs over to them and latches himself onto Yoongi’s arm. The boy seems to be or just finished crying and the parents share a worried look.

“Taetae it’s okay Hyung is fine.”

“Y-You got in trouble because of me.”

“Nah I got in trouble because Minho was being dumb,”

The parents have no idea what’s going on but decide to stay quiet. The boy seems to know what happened to their son before he got in trouble and they themselves are curious since Yoongi only stayed silent when they’d asked what led him to hitting Minho.

“T-Thank you for saving me h-hyung.”

A teacher comes by to drag away the little boy and Yoongi sighs as he waves goodbye to him. Later when in the car Jimin decides to speak up.

“How did you save that boy?”

“Daddy said when you love someone you protect them and Minho was being mean to Taetae so I hit him and bit him, because I love taetae and I want to protect him.”

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“Papa c'mon are you really going to cry every time it’s the first day of school?”

“MY BABY IS STARTING HIGHSCHOOL!!!”

“Jimin babe please stop crying.”

“HIGHSCHOOL JUNGKOOKIE HIGHSCHOOL IT SEEMS LIKE HE WAS BARELY WALKING JUST YESTERDAY!!!”

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“I wanna confess something.”

Jimin and Jungkook share a look of worry before turning to stare at their son. Yoongi is biting at his lip nervously and running a hand through his dyed silver hair as he tries to catch his breath and he figures it’s best to just be out with it.

“I’m dating Taehyung.”  

“Honey I hate to break it to you but you’ve been dating that boy since the third grade that’s not really a confession.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he looks at his father. He’d expected more. Not really a whole parade or anything but definitely tears, his papa was a known crybaby after all. Though he can’t really say he blames them for their non reactions. It was kind of true, he’d been saying he was going to marry Taehyung since he was a little kid. He grins as he presses a kiss to both their cheeks and thanks them for the support before going off to call his boyfriend completely missing the fond look his parents shoot at him.

“He’s so big now, my baby.”

“Our baby.”

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“You know this is a bit weird. I always thought they were already married.”

“Yeah I asked them about it once but they always said the timing was off.”

“Hm, it’s nice though, watching them love each other like that.”

Yoongi nods as he stares at the alter where his fathers share a kiss after exchanging their rings. Taehyung’s hand is firmly gasped in his own and he agrees with his boyfriend. It was nice seeing his parents getting married, even if it was a little later in life.

“I’m sure we’ll look like that when it’s us up there too.”

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“Really Jimin please stop crying.”

“MY BABIES ARE GRADUATING!!!”

“Papa you’re squishing Taehyung please let him go.”

“GRADUATING!!!!”

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“Do you Kim Taehyung take Min Yoongi as your husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you Min Yoongi take Kim Taehyung as your husband?”

“I do.”

Honestly if  you asked Yoongi about his wedding he’d respond with a wince. Not because it was horrible, no, it was the best wedding ever. Everything he dreamed about and more. He’d wince because talking about his wedding made him remember the way his papa had sobbed so loud they needed to repeat their vows and then he would remember the way his father had gotten so drunk he told the room of friends and family about Yoongi wetting the bed at age thirteen. They embarrassed him but he wouldn’t change it, wouldn’t change them, he loved his parents no matter what and his wedding had been perfect. If he’d knew what would happen only months later he’d never even complain about those moments at all that day.

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“I’m sorry sir. They didn’t survive the accident.”

Yoongi spends that night on the hospital floor in the arms of his husband sobbing over the parents that he’d just lost. He couldn’t even realize what was happening, just hours ago he was on the phone with his papa and now they were gone. A drunk diver had taken them away.

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“Dad, papa, Taehyung’s pregnant. I’m scared out of my mind,  I need you both, what if I fuck up this kids life?”  

The wind blows gently almost caressing Yoongi’s face and he takes it as a sign form his fathers. He’d be just fine.

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“Dad, papa, this is Jeon Jungmin. He’s named after the two men that meant the world to me. I hope you both are proud of me.” 

The baby in his arms stirs quietly as he sit in front of the graves side by side to each other and Yoongi smiles sadly. He knows his father’s would have loved Jungmin just as much as they loved him and he can’t wait to tell his son exactly how amazing his grandfathers were.

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Words That Water Flowers - Chapter 4 - DecemberCamie - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Words That Water Flowers

Total word count: 4518

Chapters: 4

Chapter 4 summary: 

Sillage (French)- scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression left in space after someone or something has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume

Chapter 4 is up on ao3! You can read it below the cut, too. 

Thank you everyone for the wonderful messages and comments I’ve received for this fic so far!!! It makes me so happy to know that other pple like this au as much as I do ^^ Next week you’ll learn which flower Killua is coughing up :) until next time~


It was the afternoon.

School had already ended for the day, and Killua was staying over Gon’s house for dinner. They were currently holed away in Gon’s room, Killua leaning against the side of Gon’s bed with a textbook in his lap while Gon laid on the floor, stomach pressed into the soft carpet.

And he couldn’t stop himself from staring at Killua.

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Les Amis in Les Mis ‘34

I’ve been meaning to do this thing for a while. It’s kind of like @ellie-valsin‘s Every Ami Ever series but going at it the other way around. (Also I can’t do as many adaptations because I haven’t seen as many.) You get a different perspective when you look at them in context and secondly I thought it’d be worth it to talk about their depictions as a group. They do often have a sort of group identity in adaptations (and in the Brick too actually).

So the plan is to go through all the adaptations I’ve seen that have any named Amis other than Enjolras. Most of this will be subjective, but that’s the nature of these kinds of things.

(omg look at these nerds <3 they wrote their name on the wall)

Les Amis in Les Mis ‘34, the French movie trilogy thing:

These guys are adorable. They don’t really have very distinct personalities but they’re very passionate and excitable, they’re always laughing and they sing A LOT. (They might even give the musical Amis a run for their money in the singing front…) They’re also very obviously close and very affectionate with each other in that sort of 19th century way from before the masculinity police started hunting down men who dare to express their feelings openly.

Their military tactics could use some work though. Maybe don’t actually blow up your own barricade? And please, please, take some cover when you’re being shot at. It helps you stay alive.

Specific Amis: (In order of introduction)

Enjolras, Lesgle, Courfeyrac, Grantaire, Combeferre (mentioned), Feuilly (mentioned), Prouvaire

There’s a whole bunch of Amis in this (a lot more than nine) but only some of them get names and even fewer have significant lines or personalities. Combeferre and Feuilly are named while they’re off screen but you can kind of deduce which ones they are based on the seating when Enjolras addresses everyone by name. (Plus the guy I think is Combeferre sings the Caesar song, another clue.)

^ This Enjolras is very physically affectionate with everybody.

^ It took me a while to learn to tell Courf and Lesgle apart: they look SO similar to me.

^ Possibly!Combeferre singing (seen here clearly being played by the Tenth Doctor passing through 1930′s France.)

^ I think the one in the middle is Feuilly because Enjolras just said his name and still has his hand on his shoulder (because of course) but it’s impossible to tell really.

More about their personalities (those who have them) under the cut:

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Baby. (Mikey Way x Reader)

“’Sup, bitch?” Pete exclaimed loudly as he entered your home through the front door.

The sudden appearance of your friend caused you to jump slightly in your seat on the sofa, the novel you were previously stuck in falling to the floor as you frowned.

“A little warning would’ve been nice,” you mumbled, swinging your legs off of the sofa before bending down to retrieve your book.

Pete scoffed. “Since when do I need to warn you before I come over?” his voice came out slightly muffled seeing as his head was stuck in your fridge, searching for some kind of alcohol.

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Sharing Is Caring (Part Twenty One)

Pairing: Daryl x Reader; Daryl x Jesus; Jesus x Reader; Maggie x Glenn; Carol x Ezekiel

Word Count: 2029

Warnings: Cursing, fluff. It’s so fluffy it’s digusting.

Notes:  [PLEASE READ; IMPORTANT] I am completely and utterly aware that Paul ‘Jesus’ Rovia IS a gay man. I love him for it. This is a work of fiction. I do not mean any harm to the character, actor, LGBT+ community or anyone else who may be offended. I love this part tbh. It’s just really fluffy and disgusting. Hope you all like it! Xox ♥

Part Twenty One of the Sharing Is Caring series.


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The Bad and the Good

A/N: Requested stiles fic from the Prompt list. Stiles x reader

Originally posted by kangolucanavari

You were tired of sitting back and watching Theo mess with the people you loved. So you text him and told him you wanted to meet up. He told you to meet him on the roof at the hospital. You had discussed your plan with Stiles. You were going to have your phone on. Stiles would be on the line silently and recording the whole conversation. If anything went wrong he would tell Scott who was already at the hospital eating lunch with his mother.

If everything worked perfectly you would get the proof you needed against Theo. If not, what was the worst that could happen?

As you and Stiles arrived at the hospital he turned to you “You know you don’t have to do this, right?” “I know I don’t have to, I want to. Stiles I would do anything to help you out.” you responded. “At the first sign of trouble you leave. Even on his best day, Theo isn’t worth a hair on your head.” Stiles said. “I’ll be fine, Stiles. Stick with the plan.” you sad getting out of the jeep. He watched you walk away, he had a bad feeling about this. Afte rall, it was Theo Raeken.

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