i would put your laugh in here in a heartbeat

in celebration of the gay ass mavin revival, here’s SOME of the gay shit michael and gavin have pulled throughout the years for your viewing pleasure:

Stay With Me

Part 1 (It’s not really that necessary to read it to understand what’s going on); Part 2; Part 3

Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Reader

Summary: Your parents gave you up so you had no choice but to become his wife.

Genre: Mafia AU, fluff

Word count: 1,943

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

“I will show you something better,” he said.  It still amazed you how quickly his personality could change, one minute he was standing there ready to kill and the next he was already guiding you through the crowds of people downstairs with a smile on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on you and you couldn’t help but look around if Jimin was still present. He was nowhere to be seen though.

“Don’t worry about them, they’re just jealous,” Jongdae spoke once you two were outside.

“Of what?”

“You of course,” he said opening the car’s door for you. “I don’t blame them, I’m not sure I have seen anything prettier either,” he continued once you were inside. “I will be right back.”

For once you were actually happy he left you as you couldn’t control your blushing whenever he started flirting. “Geez,” you thought and turned in your seat to see what he was doing. He was talking to a group of men, eleven besides him, you only knew Suho and Sehun though. They seemed to be arguing and you couldn’t help but think that it was because you screwed up. Damn those windows, you can’t hear anything. You reached down to open one of them slightly when Jongdae looked at you and you had no choice but to get back to your seat.  

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know. You seem kind of angry.”

“Let’s just say not everything worked out in my favour,” he said starting the engine and driving out. “I’m glad you’re safe,” he smiled and put his hand on your thigh. You looked at him and then back at his hand and just gently lifted it up and put it on his lap.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, when you noticed you passed the turn you have taken before.

“Where are we going?”

“I thought I told you I will show you something better,” but you just tensed up at his words. What does he mean better? He seemed to notice that.

“Relax. We’re going to my place,” but that didn’t calm you down at all. His place? What is he planning to do there?

“You’re place? I thought you-“

“Were living there? No way! With all these men around and barely no women? It’s more like a dorm,” he laughed as he pulled up into a fancy looking apartment complex. He got out and opened the door for you but you were reluctant to get out.

“Are you seriously thinking I will do something to you? You do realize that if I wanted I already had plenty of opportunities to do that.”

He was right. You were kind of embarrassed for even thinking about it. You took his hand and walked inside.

“Which floor?” you asked once you were in the elevator.

“The very top.”

The penthouse, of course.

“I need you to close your eyes.”


“Just do it,” he said and you complied. When you reached the door he guided you around and after a few minutes you felt the wind on your skin. You took it as a sign and slowly opened your eyes. The view in front of you was beautiful to say the least. You grabbed onto the balcony’s railing. You couldn’t believe it, you could actually see almost the whole city from here. It looked lovely as the lights began popping up as the night took over.

“I told you it’s better.”

“It is,” you chuckled. After a moment of silence you decided to ask him the question that’s been bugging you.

“So what happened today?”

“Where do I start? I guess there is no point in lying to you as you already know about my work, more or less. To put it simply we needed to make a deal but these guys are so stubborn as it is but if Jimin is around, it’s practically impossible to talk to them, so that’s why I asked you to distract him. It was going pretty well until Suho told me he took you somewhere private,” you decided not to tell him that it was actually your idea. “And well you know what happened next. I really messed up, I think I just made our bad relationship with them even worse.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. You see it’s not only them, there are plenty of other gangs out there and the tension between us all has been high way before this and,” he stopped mid sentence. “Are you cold?” he asked taking his jacket off and putting it on your shoulders. “Well it’s night already after all but I always think the view is worth the cold,” he laughed.

You looked down at the city, you never thought you would see something like this. Jongdae took your hand and dragged you away from the railing.

“Come, I will warm you up,” he said as he sat down on one of the chairs in the balcony and pulled you too his lap. You had no idea where to put your hands, this whole position was pretty awkward but you couldn’t help but smile.

“What?” he asked.

“I don’t know why but being under stars with you like this really calms me down,” you stated and then realized you just said that out loud. He just chuckled and pulled you in closer his face just inches away, his warm breath on your skin. You closed your eyes not knowing what he was planning but opened them just as quickly when you felt him pull away.

“I don’t want to push you. It feels kind of wrong when I’m the only one who wants it,” he said standing up and picking you up. You covered your face with your hands, you could feel your cheeks burning. Were you actually expecting something? When you looked up at him again he was already going up the stairs.

“I see you don’t mind me carrying you anymore, so that’s a start,” he laughed as he pushed one of the doors open with his legs. He sat you down on the bed.

“This is going to be your room. Mine is next door, so if you need anything feel free to come in,” he said as he turned to go.

“Jongdae wait!” Great. You stopped him. Now what? You actually had no idea what to say, you just didn’t want him to leave just yet. You had to come up with something quickly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he said leaning on the door frame.

“What did you want to say to me back then in the morning?”

He seemed surprised by your question which only increased your suspicion that he’s hiding something.

“I don’t remember,  it was probably nothing important.”

“I see… “ you decided not to bother him now and wait for another opportunity. “Can I ask you for one more thing? Can you leave the door slightly open?”

“Scared?” he laughed.

“No, I just can somehow feel the freedom that way, knowing I’m not locked up,” he looked at you concerned. “I’m sorry I was the one who made you feel that way. Sleep well,” he smiled before exiting. You quickly changed and got into bed. You took the pendant Jongdae gave you off and put it safely on the night stand. You tried to rethink everything that happened today but sleep soon took over.


You were kneeling on the floor, it’s coldness seeping through your skin. You heard one of them say “Scare them a little”. You could feel the metal press up against the back of your head. You squeezed her hand, trying to control your tears and told her that you love her. You looked up and saw your mother crying saying that everything is going to be alright, your father frightened by the sight couldn’t utter a single word out. You heard the safety click. It seemed like the time stopped at this moment. You closed your eyes. 

This is it. 

The loud sound after the trigger was pulled seemed to resonate around the room. 

It’s over.


You woke up in cold sweat. A dream? You haven’t thought about it in a long time, maybe today’s events triggered it. You touched your face, you were crying. You wiped the tears away and rolled to the other side. The door was still slightly open, just as you asked. You tried going back to sleep but it was impossible after that. You sat up, thinking that this is the stupidest idea you came up with in years but he did say to come in if you needed anything. You slipped out of your bed and headed to the door. The apartment was dead silent. You quietly opened the door to his room and peaked inside. By the way his chest was rising you realized that he’s in deep slumber. You stood there in the doorway for a few minutes, feeling kind of guilty to wake him up. You slowly approached him and gently touched his hand that was poking out of the covers.

“Jongdae,” you whispered when suddenly his strong arms grabbed you and slammed you into the bed. He got on top of you his hands wrapping around your neck. You tried prying them off.

“Jongdae! It’s me!” you cried out. That seemed to snap him out of it.

“Y/N! Baby! I’m… I’m sorry… My reflexes kicked in… I thought I was being attacked… I-“ he said letting go of you.

“Why are you here? Did something happen?” he continued. “Were you crying?” he asked. You were surprised he could actually see your face in this darkness.

“Can you get off of me first?” he quickly rolled over to your side and looked at you with concern, waiting for your answer. Still surprised by his sudden outburst and making a mental note in your head to never try this again, you thought for a few seconds what you should tell him.

“I want to sleep with you.” his eyes widened at your statement as you quickly realized what you just blurted out.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” you softly punched him in the chest. “I meant, can I sleep in your bed?”

“What? Afraid of the darkness?” he laughed but you didn’t say anything.

“I’m just teasing you! Of course you can sleep here.” he said pulling you closer under the covers. Any other time you would have pushed him off but you needed somebody to hold you. This was too close though, your heart was about to burst out from beating this fast. You tried to move a little bit farther away but his grip was strong and you had to give up. You slowly put your head on his chest, his heartbeat was steady and you had to admit that just like before his presence calmed you down. You just lay there for at least half an hour. It seemed surreal that only a few months ago you would have rather died than stayed with him, yet look where this got you. Thinking that he has fallen asleep again you reached down for his hand and took it in yours.

“Thank you.” you whispered, after all if it wasn’t for him you would have never gotten out of the hell hole that was your parent’s home. You felt his lips curve up against your forehead. That sneaky bastard, pretending to be asleep, this is going to be so embarrassing in the morning. He intertwined your fingers with his.

“Stay with me, like this, forever.”

~ Part 5 ~

A/N: If Jongdae isn’t an actually sunshine then idk the Earth isn’t round 😂 I actually planned out the story and will probably finish it in the next 3-4 parts~

Soulmates - (5/5)

Summary: You asked Jeff, a senior you barely knew, for a ride home while he was going on the beer run.

Warnings: Read part 1, 2, 3 and 4 on my page! Swearing. Angst. It’s kind of sad. Also it’s a little different from the show.


As soon as you walked into Monet’s, you saw Jeff. He looked exhausted. He was half sitting and half laying on a chair, in a position that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. His cap was pulled down just enough to cover his eyes.

You reached his table and sat down in front of him. He got up as soon as he heard the sound of you dragging the chair.

“Hi” he greeted, with a sad and tired voice. You noticed how he seemed to get worse day after day. His skin grew paler, the bags under his eyes turned a darker shade of purple, his lips got dryer and dryer.

“Hi” you said it back. The whistle you heard on the accident night, the same one you’ve been hearing every since then, started to echo on your ear again. You ignored it, as usual.

“How’s your family?”

“Devastated. Yours?”

He breathed in heavily.


You remained in silence. The whistle kept getting louder, something that also happened often.

“I owe you an explanation” Jeff began.

“No, you don’t” you immediately cut him off. “I misunderstood everything, I made things awkward, but I get it now. Let’s just forget about it”

“(Y/N), you misunderstood something, but not what you think you misunderstood”

You frowned.

“What are you talking ab-” you stopped talking. The whistle got louder than ever, turning into a deafening buzz. It grew louder and louder by the second, becoming unbearable. You shut your eyes and grabbed the edge of the table.

“What’s happening?” you barely heard Jeff’s voice, but felt his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t answer. Your head hurt. “Baby what’s the matter?”

Your grip on the table got tighter, to the point it broke beneath your fingers. The costumers, unable to see you, got scared out of their minds. In their view, that table simply broke itself.

“Let’s get out of here” Jeff said, and led you outside. You stopped at a park and sat down on the grass. “(Y/N), please, you’re scaring me”

Still frowning, you looked at him. Your vision was red and blurry, your head felt like it was being crushed. The noise wouldn’t stop.

“Remember how I told you…” you tried to speak, but it made the pain worse. “Whistle…”

“The whistle you’ve been hearing since that first night? Is that what’s bothering you?” he desperately tried to help, not knowing how.

“Too loud” you cried. “I-”

The buzz had a frequency and intonation, something you hadn’t realized until then. It was like… morse code? It came, lasted for a few seconds and stopped for a brief moment, then started again and went on like this.

“It’s like- it’s like words” you mumbled. “Jeff, I think someone’s talking to me”

As soon as you said it, the buzz stoped. It was replaced by a soft voice, not nearly as loud. It sounded like someone talking right beside you.

“And then there was Marcus. You remember the Dollar Valentine thing, right? Well, I showed up on Marcus’ list and he gave me a call” the voice said, as if it was telling a story. You remembered that voice.

“It’s Hannah. Hannah Baker. She’s talking to me” you told Jeff.

“It must be a good sign that you can hear them now” he smiled, sadly. “You must be close to waking up”

You shook your head.

“I don’t think that’s it”

“What do you think it is, then?” Jeff frowned.

“Hang on. Whatever Hannah’s saying, it sounds important” you asked. Jeff went silent and both of you sat there, in the grass, for about an hour. She talked and talked and everything she said sounded awful. She was being abused at school and she had no one to talk to. That’s why she was there, standing beside my bed, talking to my unconscious body.

“Well, that was number six. I have to leave now. I’ll come back tomorrow for number seven” Hannah said, after she finished the whole Marcus story. “I hope you get better soon. You seem like a nice girl. I’d like it if we became friends”

And then she left. You decided that, when and if you woke up, you’d become Hannah’s best friend and stand up for her.

“Jeff?” you called. He was distant, lost in thoughts, but looked at you immediately when you called his name. “She just left. We can talk now”

He held my hand.

“I have to tell you something. Explain myself”

“Jeff, it doesn’t matter. Soon you’ll wake up and I’ll be gone” you said. Before he could say anything, you kept going. “This morning, my mom told my grandparents that the doctors said I’ll probably never wake up. I hurt my head badly, and I haven’t been responding to the medication. They’re going to turn off my life support in three days. I’m dying”

Jeff’s mouth hung open.

“Baby I’m so sorry…” he held you on his arms and it felt like the safest place on earth. You gently pulled away, tears escaping your eyes.

“If I’m not the one for you, if you don’t feel the same way I do, you’ve gotta stop holding me the way you do”

“(Y/N), you are the one for me” he cupped your face with his hands. “I didn’t say so before because I didn’t want to be a weight on your life”

You gave him a light push.

“You’re an idiot! It wasn’t your choice to make… besides, you couldn’t possibly be a weight for me” you sighed. Jeff smiled again, that lazy smile of his, and kissed you passionately.

After a while, you decided to take it somewhere else. Even though no one could see you, it was definitely weird having a makeout session on the middle of a town square.


Jeff took you to a greenhouse on the next day. You would watch the sunset there. He looked ill and worn out, but made his best effort to look fine. You both climbed up to the roof, sitting there and waiting. The sun slowly faded in the horizon while you held hands.

“Hey there” Hannah’s voice interrupted the moment. It scared you enough to make you jump a little. Jeff glanced at you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Not wrong, just weird. I mean, Hannah’s back. People have been talking to me all the time since yesterday, but I still didn’t got used to it. It’s like they’re right next to us, but I can’t see them”

Jeff nodded.

“So, number seven. Zach Dempsey” Hannah kept going with her story. You didn’t really understood why she was telling it like it was a list, labeling people with numbers and stuff like that.

“Can’t you hear anything?” you asked him, when Hannah took a break from her and Zach’s story.

“Not really” he shrugged.

“Why?” you insisted.

“Jesus, I don’t know” he laughed uncomfortably. “Maybe you’re more spiritually developed than me”

You rolled your eyes. Then something hit you.

“What’s your current state?” you asked.

Jeff looked at you like you were an alien. Then, he pinched himself in the arm.

“Solid” he answered.

“That’s not- you’re such an idiot” you laughed. “I mean, you never told me why you’re here. Are you in a coma? It’s probably an induced coma. You would be in a lot of pain if you woke up now. Your body needs time to heal. That’s why they put you in an induced coma”

Jef laughed.

“How come every time you ask me a question you answer it yourself?” he asked, and held you on his arms.

“Not every time” you denied, smiling. “I mean, only occasionally”

“I have to tell you something” Jeff kissed your forehead. You sat straight in a heartbeat, but not because of his words, but because something was wrong.

“Well anyway, I decided to try him” Hannah’s voice came back.

“Are you okay?” Jeff asked.

You grabbed his hand so firmly you were pretty sure your nails hurt him.

“My heart” you said. “Something is wrong”

You pressed your free hand against your chest and waited. Nothing happened.

“My heart is not beating” you whispered.

“I wrote a letter-” Hannah’s voice was interrupted by a loud noise. A machine was beeping like crazy.

“(Y/N)?!” Both Hannah and Jeff screamed your name.

“Somebody help her!” Hannah yelled. You heard more voices. Someone telling her to back away. Someone shouting “Page cardio!”. Jeff talking to you.

“I can’t hear you” you cried to him. “So many… voices!”

He picked you up and got down the roof. Carrying you in his arms, he ran away from the greenhouse. You read his lips. He was saying “stay alive, stay alive”.

You couldn’t see where he was heading. Your body kept going into shock. It was the defibrillator. They yelled “Charge to 200!” and “Clear!”, then it hit your chest and it hurt like hell. It felt like you were being electrocuted.

You looked up to the stars. They were just a blur on the sky, since Jeff was running with you on his arms.

The noise from the hospital started to fade away slowly. You could now hear clearly while Jeff still whispered like a mantra: “Stay alive, (Y/N), stay alive”.

“Jeff?” you called.

“Hey baby. We’re almost there, okay? I’m taking you to the hospital” he cried.

“It won’t help” you told him, but he kept running. “Jeff. Jeff. Jeff, please, stop!”

He did as you said. He looked at you, desperate, and you smiled weakly at him.

“Let’s sit down for a moment, okay?” you asked. He nodded, crying his eyes out. You sat in front of a place you recognized as the small farm where you learned to ride a bike. Yeah, it really was near the hospital. Only a few blocks away. You didn’t realize it until now.

“Baby I’m sorry. I don’t know how to help you” he whispered.

“It’s okay… it doesn’t hurt” you said.

“You don’t have to lie” he ran his fingers through your hair. “They’re defibrillating you. It must hurt like a bitch”

You managed to laugh a little.

“I know that we just met and maybe this is too much” he started, but struggled to say the words he wanted because he was crying so, so hard.

“Charge to 360!”


Your body jumped and Jeff held you tighter.

“The thing is, even in that short amount of time, we got to know each other. We shared a story, an intense story, we’ve been through a lot together” he said. You tried to respond, but it was too hard. “You were… you are” he corrected himself “an important part of my life. And I love you, (Y/N). I really really do”

Your fingers gently caressed his face. Your mouth opened up to say it back. It was a huge struggle, but he needed to know. You had to say it back.

“Charge to 360! Again, people, again!”



Your body jumped again and, with a desperate grasp for air, you lifted yourself enough to sit down. You looked around and the sudden brightness blinded you for a second. The hospital. You were at the hospital. They brought you back before you could say it.

“No, no, no!” you screamed.

“Miss (Y/L/N), calm down” somebody said. “Tell Rose to call her parents”

“Let me go, I need to tell him! Where is he?” you cried, and grabbed one of the doctors by the arm. “Sir, I need to see him. Take me to his room, he can hear me, I know he can. I heard you all!”

You looked around frantically and saw Hannah’s pale and scared face.

“Hannah! Hannah, I heard you! If I can hear you, he can hear me!” you tried to make them listen, but they kept trying to push you down. “Please don’t sedate me, please, I just need to tell him. I need to tell him!”

“Make way. Make way” a male voice said. The older doctor who claimed to be friends with my parents showed up in my sight. “(Y/N), sweetheart, do you remember me?”

“Richard Webber” you finally recognized him. “Richard, please, I need to see him. I have to tell him!”

“Calm down, okay? Who do you need to see?” he asked, although something in his eyes told you he already knew.

“Jeff! Jeff Atkins!”

“Do you mean the boy who was in the car with you?” Richard asked.

“Yes, yes, that’s the one!”

Everybody looked away. The doctors started to leave the room, and the only ones who remained were Richard, Hannah and you. Neither of them seemed to be able to look you in the eyes.

“Richard, please, it’s very important. I have something to tell him, he needs to know” your voice didn’t sound as loud as before. Your screaming turned into a sorrowful whine.

“(Y/N)… Jeff flew out the window. The car landed right above him-”

“I already know that” you sighed. “Just tell me where he is right now”

“What I’m trying to tell you is… the car crushed his skull, spinal cord and ribs. That means he didn’t make it. He passed away instantly”

That couldn’t be happening.

“That’s not true. He told me…” you started.

What? What did he tell you? He never said he was alive. He never mentioned he was in a coma. You just assumed it all.

As you thought about it, you realized just how many clues he gave you. He didn’t let you look while they took his body from under the car. He mentioned several times that he didn’t have a life anymore, that he would never play baseball again and he would never go to college. He never said it was because of his injuries or amputations. Once again, you just assumed.

“Oh my god” you fell apart, and the warm tears ran across your face. Jeff was dead. He knew it all along. That’s what he meant when he said he didn’t want to be a weight on your life. He knew just how painful it would be for you, this very moment, when you woke up and realized he was gone. “I didn’t got the chance to tell him”

Hannah walked towards you and hugged you.

“Hannah, he told me he loved me and I didn’t get a chance to say it back. I was about to… then I woke up here” you sobbed.

“I’m sure he knows. Wherever he is, he knows” she said.

————- Bonus —————-

“Auntie (Y/N)” you heart a childish voice calling you. You looked away from the book you were reading and saw your best friend’s six year old toddler. His bright blue eyes were wide open and staring at you.

“Yes, honey”

“Have I and you paint that together?” he pointed at a big painting hanging on your living room’s wall. “Because I know to read and it says on the corner ‘Jeff and (Y/N), 2017’. But I are confused because I are born in long after 2017”

You laughed softly.

“Well, that was another Jeff. He was a friend of mine, and also of your mommy and daddy” you explained. “He was such a good friend that your mommy and daddy named you after him”

“So the name of his was Jeffrey Baker Jensen?”

“No, baby” you picked him up. “Just Jeff”

“Are your babies named after people too?” Jeff asked. “Is sister of mine Heather named after people?”

“No. We only name our babies after people when they’re really really special” you said, smiling. “Would you like to see a picture of Jeff? I have one near the fireplace”

“I dooooo” he yelled, and giggled.

“You two actually look alike, did you know that? He had blue eyes and brown hair just like yours”

“We’re twins!” baby Jeff yelled again, then he frowned. “Where are Uncle Jeff right now?”

“He’s on the sky. He’s a star now”

“Does that mean he lives with the moon and asteroids and comets and astronauts and spaceships and aliens?”

“Well, it definitely sounds like him” you giggled.

Wherever he was, you knew it was a better place. You could almost see him living new adventures, watching lobsters fight and playing baseball, forever young, dreamy and beautiful. You still loved him and would love him forever. And even though you never got the chance to tell him that, deep in your heart you were sure he knew.


could you do a “dating vamp!junmyeon” plssss ? thank you v,keep up the good work

★so soft 

★so caring 

★so in love 

★likes taking care of you


★running you a bath

★giving you a massage

★holding you while you’re upset

★singing you to sleep

★anything you’ll need him to do he will

★always call you ‘darling’

★likes holding your hand

★you moved in with him after 8 months

★you slept over once

★and never left

★his dark


★unwelcoming mansion

★has slowly been morphed into bright



★and pleasant 

★he actually really loves fairy lights???

★every room now has them

★has hoards of jokes he’s saved up over the years

★only the finest will do for you

★shops for the finest ingredients for your cooking

★buys pyjamas that are overpriced

★’you paid three thousand for these?’



★’you said you wanted some silk pyjamas’

★’you can get them cheaper’

★’absolutely not. now go put them on’

★he’s from royalty 

★so you get invited to big dinners alot

★which consist of you eating

★while a bunch of vampires watch you 

★and try talking him into changing you

★he’ll hold your hand the entire time to calm you

★’aren’t you thinking about changing them?’

★’why would I do that?’

★’we can’t have a mixed breed in the family’

★’if that’s your mindset, i’ll withdraw from the line’

★when your eyes widen he’ll offer you a warm smile

★’you shouldn’t give up your family for me’

★’they’re willing to give me up for being with you’

★he’ll take you home

★wrap you up

★and cuddle you all night

★always takes a sip of your wine if you have some

★’tastes horrible’

★’you say that every time’

★gets pictures painted of the two of you 

★bc he can’t show up in pictures

★changes them every few months

★talks about your wedding all the time

★’what colour would you wear?’


★’our wedding’


★’we both know you’re not a pure virgin’ 

★he’ll laugh when your cheeks get hot with embarrassment

★he has a habit of telling people you’re married

★or putting his surname as yours 

★if he’s away from you 

★he’ll text you and call you 

★every hour

★’i miss you’

★’it sounds so empty without your heartbeat’

★’can’t you come here? i need to kiss you’     

★won’t leave your side when he finally gets back to you



★’kiss me’


★’kisssss meee’

nsfw from here 

★l o v e s s e e i n g y o u i n l a c e 

★he’ll collect delicate pieces from all over the place  

★he’ll dress you up   

★and stare at you   

★taking in how it looks on you  

★’you look so delicious, kitten’  

★runs his hands all over you  

★uses his fingers alot

★he won’t fuck you until he’s pleased with the amount of times you’ve cum on his fingers

★your moans are his favourite thing to hear

★’louder, kitten’

★’there’s nobody around. scream for me’

★’let me hear how good i’m making you feel’

★holds your hips while he thrusts into you

★’cum with me, kitten’

★he presses his head to your when he cums

★after he’s cleaned you up

★he’ll cuddle up behind you

★and slide back into you 

★bc he loves cock warming 

★and being close to you

Used To Pt. 1 ( V or Jungkook)

Genre: Angst 

Part One Two Three Four(soon)

 "YA Taehyung!“ You screamed, hitting his arm after he scared you. "What was that for?” He pouted, pretending to be innocent. You glared at him, “Don’t pretend Kim Taehyung." 

The boy just gave you the usual toothy grin and low giggle that made you like your best friend. "Sorry (y/n).” He said cutely like a child. Who wouldn’t forgive him after saying it like that? 

You smiled and he pinched your cheeks, “Your smile suits you much better. But you still look cute when you glare.” He squished ur cheeks to make you form a fishy face. 

You and Taehyung had been classmates for the first year and you guys clicked almost immediately. But it was mostly thanks to Taehyung being a very friendly person. He could click with anyone and that’s what you liked a lot about him. 

“So I was thinking about food after school?” Taehyung suggested as you guys walked to your first class on your first day. 

“Excited for the second year?” “Second year of college woohoo. New modules, love it!” You sarcastically answered and he laughed. “And here I thought you would like college in your second year." 

"Do you not know me well enough Tae? I’m hurt." You frowned and he pouted, putting his arms around your shoulder to comfort you. Whenever he did that you felt your heartbeat quicken from being so close to him. 

"I’m sorry (y/n), please turn that frown upside down.” He grinned at you and you couldn’t help but to return the smile. The first day went by smoothly since the both of you didn’t have that many modules to take on the first day. 

“Let’s go I’m starving.” You grumbled as the two of you left your last lecture. “So that was loud noise I kept hearing. Your tummy grumbling!” He teased you and you poked his sides. “Ha. Ha. Very funny." 

Over lunch, the two of you were talking about how your holidays went and you were more than happy to see Taehyung again. "I missed seeing you everyday surprisingly.” You admitted as you took a sip from your drink. 

Taehyung smiled happily and nodded his head, “I missed you a lot too (y/n). I was very excited to come back to school because I get to see you again!” You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you smiled at him. 

“Oh (y/n).” He suddenly shook his head with a low chuckle. 

“What is it?” You frowned. Taehyung looked up and took a tissue to wipe the sauce from your chin. “You’re in college but you still don’t know how to eat properly?" 

This time your face went red from embarrassment as you looked away, "Hmph. Don’t tease me." 

The boy laughed loudly, "That was too cute (y/n), how can I stop teasing you?” You looked back at the boy who looked genuinely happy to be with you and it just made your heart melt. He was basically the main reason why you loved going to school. 

Of course you didn’t know that he felt the same way too. 

The next day when you entered your first module class, you spotted someone familiar. “Hae Rin?” You said, feeling happy to see an old friend. The two of you used to be close until you got separated in your first year. You guys stopped talking to whole year and you felt really upset but that was also when Taehyung came into the picture and became your closest friend and crush. 

“(y/n)! I didn’t know you were going to take this extra module this year!” “Yea I was contemplating if I should actually.” You said as the two of you hugged. “Anyway,” you patted Taehyung’s arm, “This is Taehyung. Taehyung, this is Hae Rin." 

Taehyung already heard of Hae Rin since you had told him about your ex best friend. You never knew the reason why you guys drifted apart but you were glad your were in the same class with her again. 

"Do you want to join us?” You asked eagerly. Hae Rin grinned, “Id love to!” “Am I going to feel like a third wheel from now on?” He joked and the two of you laughed. 

Third wheel. 

He was right that someone was going to feel like a third wheel. 

But he was wrong that it was going to be him. 

 Taehyung and Hae Rin were laughing as they exited the lecture hall and you eyed the two. 

“What’s so funny?” You asked. 

Hae Rin flicked her wrist as if to dismiss the issue, “It was just something we were talking about during lecture." 

 "Ah I see…” Your voice drifted off as the two went to reenact the situation they were laughing about. 

 That wasn’t the only time you felt left out. In fact, there were many times that you couldn’t even count. 

 "Anyway, we’ll see you tomorrow!“ Hae Rin suddenly spoke and the two of them walked off. 

 "W-Wait where are y'all going…” Your voice lowered as you realised the two walked away without looking back at you. Not even Taehyung. And that made you feel horrible. 

 "Alright bye guys.“ You muttered as you decided to go to the library to do your work to get your mind off of things. 

 "Ah just great…” You whispered irritatedly to yourself as you walked around the fully-filled library. There were many students doing their work that day and not a single empty table was available, that meant you had to share. You didn’t like the idea of that since it felt awkward for you but you didn’t want to go home either. 

 As you walked around to try and spot a familiar face, you finally saw one. “Hey… Jungkook right? Mind if I sit here?” The boy looked up and shook his head, “No go ahead.” He gestured to the empty seat across you. 

Jungkook had the same timetable as the three of you but he had his own clique so you guys never really conversed before. You took out your notebook and notes and started writing what you messily took down during lecture so that you could have better notes to refer to in the future. 

Well, to be more specific— you tried to. 

In reality, you were distracted by the painful thoughts in your head. Why did Taehyung and Hae Rin go out without you? Where did they go? Why didn’t Hae Rin invite you? Why didn’t Taehyung invite you? Did he replace you with Hae Rin? Were you insignificant to both of them already? 

 "Are you alright?“ 

 "Huh?” You looked up to see Jungkook who had his eyebrows raised in concern. 

“You look like you’re about to snap your pen in half.” He chuckled a bit, leaning back slightly, “If you’re having a hard time understanding that chapter you can always ask me, it’s pretty simple." 

 You scoffed, "You don’t even come for lectures do you?” “Oh you noticed?” He leaned forward, resting his head on one of his hand. You raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t get too cocky, our teachers marks the attendance stupid." 

 "She does?” Jungkook asked in disbelief and you smirked, “Way to go genius. Good luck on pulling your attendance up.” You shook your head and looked back at your notes. 

 It was silent again before Jungkook whispered, “Then why were you so angry?”  

“I wasn’t.” You replied curtly, trying your best to focus on reading your notes. 

“Right, and I love going to lectures. We aren’t playing the lying game (y/n), I was just asking—" 

 "And i’m just trying to study.” You snapped in a harsh whispered tone which shocked him. 

You sighed, “I’m sorry Jungkook. I didn’t mean to. I’m just not in a good mood okay?” Jungkook nodded his head and you looked back down only to be interrupted once more. 

“If you’re not in a good mood, you’re in no shape to study. Let’s go.” Jungkook stood up, grabbing his bag. 

 "And i’m supposed to just follow you because…?“ "Because we’re friends as of now. So let’s go.” Jungkook smiled and you shrugged, you guessed it was a slightly better way to get your minds off of things. 

 "So… Where are your other friends?“ Jungkook asked as you guys walked to one of the cafes your college campus had. 

"Other friends?” You asked, looking down at your feet even though you knew who he was referring to. 

 "You know… Hae Rin and Taehyung?“ 

 "Oh… They're… They’re busy today." 

 "Even when their best friend is in a bad mood?” Jungkook asked, “If I was in a bad mood Yugyeom and Jimin would definitely be there and vice versa." 

 You shrugged, "They had other plans today." 

 "Together?” He asked and you shrugged one more time. 

It didn’t take much for Jungkook to piece your answers and reactions together but he decided it wasn’t good to bring it up since he figured that was the reason why you were in a bad mood. “If you ever feel like shit again, you can always hang out with me from now on.” Jungkook offered as he opened the cafe door for you. 

 "That’s really nice of you Jungkook but it’ll be bad of me to ditch the two—" You stopped talking as you watched through the glass door Taehyung and Hae Rin walking around laughing with each other and having a great time. Jungkook followed where you were looking and realised what it was that stopped you from talking. That used to be me, you thought to yourself. 

 He turned around to get your attention but you suddenly spoke, “I’m really not in the mood for—" 

 "That’s nonsense. You need to take your mind off of things. Cake?” He suggested and you smiled slightly. “Well I love food." 

 Jungkook grinned, "That’s right.” The two of you ditched studying to head to the cafe beside the library and it just so happened that Taehyung and Hae Rin decided to take a break from their giggling session. 

 "(y/n)!… And Jungkook?“ Hae Rin greeted you, sending you a suggestive wink. Even though you were jealous that she had replaced you, you couldn’t feel angry at her and that upset you. 

 "Oh hey guys… I didn’t know y'all were hanging out around campus.” You replied, trying to ignore the painful feeling that was growing inside you. 

 "And I didn’t know you were close to Jungkook?“ Taehyung raised his eyebrow. 

 "Oh actually we don't—" 

 "We just don’t spend a lot of time together since we have our own cliques.” Jungkook interrupted, draping his arm over your shoulder. Taehyung could feel his muscles tense up as he watched the other boy stay so close to you. 

It used to be him. And only him. 

 "Anyway you guys continue on with your date.“ Jungkook winked and pulled you away from two. 

 "Date?” Hae Rin whispered to herself, her heart fluttering though she tried to ignore the feeling. 

 He was jealous. 

 Taehyung was jealous that you seemed to be close to another guy from your module and that made his mood turn sour. 

“Tae? What are you having?" 

 Date… That’s right, he was on a date. He tried to convince himself to forget that you were hanging out with Jungkook. 

 "You good?” Jungkook leaned on his arms. 

You glanced at the two who were looking through the menu. 

 "I will be…" 

 ——— Part Two Three Four(soon)

 So there may or may not be a part 2, depending if you guys want a second part :) So if you do pls tell me! thank you! i hope you liked it!

Fighting For Love - Random Junmyeon Drabble Part 1

(hey guys! this isn’t part of the drabble, but i wanted to put here two things. number one, i’m back! since it’s summer and i have more free time, i’m able to write more! number two, this wasn’t my original idea. i got inspired by a fake text post by @fanficsofmine , the one from this post of theirs - https://fanficsofmine.tumblr.com/post/162405867581/when-you-get-into-a-fist-fight-with-a-crazy-fan ;; make sure to check out their account!! now onto the drabble!)

Walking out of the SM building into a crowd of rabid EXO fans isn’t one of your favorite things to do, but if it meant that you could see your boyfriend, EXO’s leader, for a few minutes you would.

Keep reading

The Unexpected Gift

Note: This is my first time writing a Hobbit drabble. I’ve imagined about this some times ago when I hear Eurielle sang “Song of Durin”. But I just recently write this. 

Genre: fluff, light-read

Words counts: 1638

Main character : reader x Fili 

Disclaimer: all characters here are from Tolkien’s story The Hobbit.  

Additional note: As English isn’t my first language, there are probably some grammatical errors occured or some words that maybe didn’t really fit with the sentence real meaning. Critics, advices and suggestions are very much welcomed! 

(PS: Special credit for @averil-of-fairlea for kindly gave me advices and suggestions on my writings despite her business. I think you get a privilege because you read it first XD :P)

Another day had ended along the journey to Erebor. The Company managed to find a good place to rest in the forest on the way to Beorn’s house. You felt your body was so numb, thanks to the whole day running to avoid Orcs. As you were just about to rest, suddenly Thorin called you. 

“(Y/N)! Please prepare our dinner! Bombur will gather the woods for tonight!”, he said. You stared at him curiously. His request was unusual for you, because Bombur had always been the cook in the group. 

“Thorin, why all of a sudden? Wasn’t I supposed to gather the woods with Fili?” you asked. Thorin glared at you as if the previous question was really needed to be asked.

“I thought an exchange of duty between you and Bombur might be a good thing. Besides, different cook wouldn’t be bad,”, he said simply. You still looked at him, demanded more reasons. It was unlike him to spoke such questionable reasons like that. 

“What are you waiting for? We’re hungry!”, he said with his bossy tone, put on his stern face and left. You sighed and decided to obey his order. Arguing with a moody dwarf, moreover when he was exhausted and starving wasn’t a good idea. As you prepared the dinner, you exchanged glance with Fili when he and Bombur went to gather the woods. 

 You made a simple chicken stew, in which all of the members gave you their credits. Their compliments made you forgot your weariness for a moment. Eventually it was time for a good night’s rest. You lay on the ground, trying to sleep. But after hours passed, you still couldn’t sleep, despite your exhausted body. The thoughts of Orcs finding the Company’s hiding place and killing you all kept haunting you. 

In the end, you got up and decided to look around, silently leaving the camp. You brought your dagger for precaution. The fresh air of the night and the flowing breeze made you slightly forget the fatigue on your body as it made you freshen up. After some time, you heard a sound of flowing water. You followed the sound and eventually you found a river. 

The sky was clear so you could see the view. The river water was clean and sparkling by the moonlight. You could see the moon reflected on the river’s surface, adding the glow to the river. Across the lake was another part of the forest. The shadows of the trees were also reflected on the river’s surface. The view was supposed to be beautiful and calming for you, but seeing the darkness from the forest alerted you to the possibility of Orcs’s sudden ambush. You slowly took a step back when you heard a cracking sound from your behind. 

 “Who’s there?”, you asked. You turned back and saw no one behind. 

“Show yourself!”, you said again this time louder, after you heard another crack. You took out your dagger and pointed it to the darkness behind you. Suddenly a blond-haired dwarf showed up behind the tree. 

“Calm down, (Y/N), it’s only me!”, he explained. He put both hands up. 

“Fili, it’s you! You scared me!”, you said, relieved when you saw him. You put back your dagger. “I thought it was an Orc or some kind of wild animal!”. Fili walked towards you and stared right into your eyes with mixed emotions. You never saw him stare at you like that. It made you slightly uncomfortable. 

 “If I’m an Orc, I’d have killed you at once.”, Fili said. “You know it’s dangerous walking silently by yourself, unnoticed by the group, with the Orcs probably nearby! There’s a reason why we looked for a hidden place in this forest!”, Fili said sternly. You could detect a tiny bit of anger in his voice. 

 “Sorry about that. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk”, you apologized. Fili sighed. 

“At least you could ask someone for company. Something bad could happen to you. What will Uncle Thorin say?”, Fili continued. His blue eyes stared at you with worry. You slightly felt ashamed, risking yourself whilst out there were many dangers. Moreover, you made him worried. 

“But I wonder, how is it the youngest dwarf of the Company, who has keen eyes, didn’t realize when I was leaving for a night walk? Perhaps the young Dwarf feels too tired to take a watch?”, you asked curiously. Now Fili’s face was blushing. 

“Well… it seems you caught me oversleeping…”, Fili finally admitted. “That’s why you feel free to take a walk right?”, you chuckled upon heard his shy ‘crime confession’ 

“But you are also guilty, okay?”, he replied, pretending to be sullen. You couldn’t hold your laugh. 

“Yeah yeah fine! We’re equal now!”, You put both of your hands up as a sign of impasse. 

“Don’t tell uncle about this okay?”, Fili whispered to your ear, giving you a slight jolt on your stomach. Your heartbeat went faster for a moment. But you managed to control yourself so he would not realize your face went blushing again. 

“Not a word!”, you made a cross sign with your finger. Fili looked relieved. 

“So now who takes the watch?” 

“Kili took over my duty. I asked him to replace me so I could track you. Eventually I found you here”, he explained. You nodded. Both of you sat at the riverbank and didn’t talk again for half an hour as you both enjoy the view. Silence filled your surroundings. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to hear you sing”, Fili said, breaking the silence between you two. You turned to him; you didn’t expect to hear that from him. 

“What? Why all of a sudden…?”, you stuttered. Your face went red again. 

“Someone has to break this silence right? Or we will ended up oversleeping here, which will make the other members worried tomorrow morning”, Fili reasoned. But you were still reluctant to sing, as you felt your voice wasn’t that good. 

“Let’s have a deal then! You sing for me and I will give you a reward in the end”, Fili gave you the deal. You could see he really wanted to hear you sing, or rather, demanded. 

 “What reward?”, you asked. He smirked. His face moved closer to your face. 

“That’s still a secret”, he whispered again. Again your heart beat faster. 

“Fine, if that’s what you want!”, you give up. You thought for some time what song you would sing to him. Then it popped into your mind. You cleared your throat and started singing. 

 A king he was on carven throne 

In many-pillared halls of stone 

With golden roof and silver floor 

And runes of power upon the door 

The light of sun and star and moon 

In shining lamps of crystal hewn 

Undimmed by cloud Or shade of night 

There shone for ever fair and bright 

 The world is grey the mountains old 

The forge’s fire is ashen-cold 

No harp is wrung no hammer falls 

The darkness dwells in Durin’s Hall 

 The shadow lights Upon his tomb 

In Moria In Khazad-Dum 

But still the sunken stars appears 

In dark and windless Mirror-mere 

There lies his crown in water deep 

Till Durin wakes again from sleep 

 You stopped and took a deep breath for a break. Fili looked at you in awe. 

“How did you know that song?’, Fili asked you, surprised. 

“When I was little, me and my family travelled to Bree. At the lodging -well I quite forgot the name- I heard someone sing this song. It was so solemn and majestic that I can’t forget it. The person actually sang in a small voice and it was covered with the crowd inside the lodging. As I happened to sit close to him, I still could hear him sing”, you explained the origin of the song you heard.

 “You know, that’s our people’s song! The title is “Song of Durin”. It’s about the history of the Dwarf. You just sang only a tiny bit part of the song”, Fili exclaimed in excitement. 

“Really? Then my guess is right!”, you said happily. Fili turned at you curiously. 

“Actually, the first time when Gandalf introduced you and the Company to me, talking about the royal line in Erebor and such, I got a feeling that the song might have been linked to you all. But I didn’t want to jump into conclusion until I proved it myself. And now, it’s officially proved!”, you explained. Fili chuckled upon hearing your proud explanation on proving the song. 

 “Uncle sometimes sang this song to me and Kili when we were little, until we were both fell asleep”, Fili said. “But I can’t fall asleep right now, because I got awe-struck with your voice”, he suddenly praised you, which made you chuckled.

“Okay so now you tried to flirt me”

“No, I really mean it! Your voice is very good. It’s very soothing”, Fili replied. His eyes expressed sincerity, showed that his words were true and honest. Again you felt your heart beats faster and your face felt warmer than before.

 “Really? I just happen to know about music tones, that’s all”, you said modestly. But deep inside you felt very happy. 

“Now,”, you said. “Where’s the reward you promised me?” 

“Ah yes, the reward”, Fili remembered. You were convinced that your eyes didn’t mistake when you see his face blush. He took something from his pocket. 

“Close your eyes”, he said softly. You did what he said. When you did so, you felt his warm lips meet your lips. Never crossed on your mind that he would kiss you. You were too surprised and overwhelmed by his sudden act, and you didn’t want to do anything about it. His warm kiss had paralyzed your body and you never felt your heart beat so fast before. After a few seconds he broke the kiss. Both of you were blushing. 

 “What the…? So when you took something in your pocket, it was acting?”, you asked, feeling tricked. Fili pretended to look somewhere else, as if he didn’t hear your question. 

“Fili how dare you! That’s my first kiss!”, you pretended to be angry and pouted. Fili looked at you in shock, but then seeing your scarlet face made him smirked again. 

 “Then it’s my pleasure to be the one who stole it!”, Fili whispered again by your ears. The way he said that almost made your heart burst in near seconds.

 “What…”, you were about to protest but he already gave you another quick kiss. 

 “Fili!!”, you exclaimed. You tickled him as a punishment. 

 “(Y/N), stop it!”, he begged you, but you didn’t listen. You kept tickling him until both of you were exhausted from laughing. 

“Okay (Y/N), that’s enough! We have to go back or else we will get into a big trouble!”, Fili said, still panting. You eventually stopped and realized that Fili was right. He helped you stand up and both of you walked back to the group. 

That night became a memorable night for you. You never felt that close with Fili before, as the journey really drained the Company’s energy and the time alone with Fili was diminished. As you walked back together, you couldn’t hide your smile. Finally you and Fili neared your camp. From afar you saw Thorin standing there, his arms folded and his face was as grim as dark clouds bringing a huge storm. Kili stood behind Thorin and looked afraid. His eyes showed a “both-of-you-are-done” glare. You and Fili both gulped. 

“Uh oh, it seems we really ARE in trouble”, Fili muttered. You nodded. 

Perhaps your beautiful night wouldn’t have a good ending.

Gone With The Wind

It was unlike her to skip class and let her grades fall. But she was, all because of a boy. Some teenage boy who she had fallen deeply in love with. Some boy who had ended up breaking her heart. The situation was mutual, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t be hurt. She was oddly similar to a child; clingy, hyper, and stubborn. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t handle her, because she acted like a child. She was too immature for him, even though at one point he found the child-like teen adorable. It had grown to be too much for him, on top of everything else. She was devastated, and heartbroken. Although, she couldn’t really handle his involvement in the supernatural. Maybe it was for the best.


“What the hell is this?” She mumbled under her breath, staring at the algebra test underneath her. She heard a soft chuckle and looked around the classroom, seeing a smile on some kid sitting next to her. She blushed and picked up her pencil, pushing the graphite to the piece of paper. Had she really been that loud?

She handed in the test, embarrassment filling her. She was sure she had failed the test, and was positive that she was going to fail the class. That test was the only thing that could’ve helped her grade. Softball would surely be ruled out of her options after grades were posted. “Hey!” A masculine voice called, grabbing her shoulder gently. She turned to the boy and smiled. “Hi. You’re the kid who laughed at me in algebra right?” The boys cheeks flushed red. “Oh, you heard that? I didn’t mean to laugh at you,” he spoke, worried that the beautiful girl was angry with him. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I would’ve laughed at myself too.” She looked into his winter-blue eyes and smiled. “Anyway, I could tutor you if you want. I know you’re trying to get on the varsity softball team,” he shot a small smile her way, hearing her heartbeat speed up slightly. “That would be wonderful. Softball is my life. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t play,” she pulled out her phone and opened up a “new contact” page. “Here, put your number in, I’ll text you,” she spoke, handing over the sleek black iPhone. His fingers attacked the keyboard momentarily before locking the phone and handing it back. “Here you go,” he smiled. She took it and slid it into her pocket. “I’ll see you later then,” she smiled brightly and began walking away, before quickly turning around. “Wait! What’s your name?” She called, hoping he would hear her. Before rounding the corner, he turned to her and his grin grew wider. “It’s Liam!”


“Liam, algebra is dumb. Why do I have to do it? I don’t need this, and never will,” she furrowed her eyebrows, giving the paper another once-over and threw her pencil at the piece of paper, frustrated. Liam turned his body on the couch to face her and grabbed her pencil, placing it back in her hand. “I know, but we have to take the class to pass sophomore year,” he scooted over to her. “Look, all you have to do is factor out the number inside the square root. If it’s negative, you just factor it out and put an i outside with the number,” he said, coaching her through one of the problems. He moved back over, finishing his worksheet as she still struggled with the third problem. “Li, can you just do this for me?” She whined, thrusting the paper forward. He chuckled, shaking his head. “If you don’t pass this test, you can’t play softball,” he reminded her, gently pushing the paper back toward her. A sigh left her lips and she took the paper. “Can you at least check this and tell me if it’s right?” She crossed her legs and stared down at the jumbled mess of writing that adorned the paper.

An hour later and the algebra study guide was done, thanks to Liam’s help. “Thanks, Liam, I appreciate it. I’ll probably still fail, but whatever,” she shoved the paper into her binder and put it back in her backpack. “Do you want a snack or something?” She padded into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips and two water bottles after hearing a yes from Liam. “So, when’s your first lacrosse game?” She handed him a water bottle and placed the now open bag of chips between them. “It’s actually this Friday,” he stated through the handful of chips in his mouth. “When’s tryouts for softball?” He took a sip of his water to rid of his dry mouth. “They start Tuesday, and go until Thursday,” she informed him, “I’m more concerned about my grades ruining my chances of playing, though. I don’t have any doubt that I’ll make it onto the team.” Liam raised an eyebrow as a smile broke out on his face. “Cocky, huh?” He joked, placing another chip in his mouth. “What? No! I’m just good at softball. I’ve played since I was four. If I get on the team this year, I could be offered a full ride scholarship. That’s why I really need to pass this test. I’m doing great in all of my other classes except for algebra. This class will be the death of me,” she mumbled. “You’ll be fine. I can tutor you on algebra and you can tutor me on how to flirt with pretty girls,” he flashed her a grin that grew when her faced heated up. He could hear her heartbeat rise and the blood rush through her veins to her cheeks. He couldn’t help it; he found himself attracted to her and everything she did. She always had a different perfume on, and all of them were intoxicating. Some days it was warm vanilla, others it was coconut. She even wore one of those fancy perfumes occasionally. Staring into her jade green eyes was like looking into another galaxy. Her silky chocolate locks were softer than any plush blanket you’d ever find. He felt his own cheeks heat up when she didn’t say anything. Was she interested in someone else? Did he come off as creepy? “You should come to the lacrosse game on Friday,” he changed the subject. She fiddled with her water bottle lid and smiled. “I planned on going. Maybe I’ll come give you a good luck hug or something before the game,” she said softly, afraid her voice would give away how excited she was that Liam had called her pretty. “What if I wore your jersey? I mean, we’re not dating or anything. It could just be friendly,” she rambled. Liam put his hand on her knee to stop her. “Sure. I’ll bring it to you Thursday,” he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out of his pocket. “I gotta go,” he stood up quickly after reading the message from Stiles. He needed someone to go spy on the new kid Theo with him. “Oh,” her smile dissipated and she stood up as well. “Do you wanna hang out Thursday? We could do homework or watch a movie or  something,” she offered, walking him to the door. He smiled and nodded, turning to her. “That’d be great,” he said, hesitantly stepping out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he lingered before rushing in to plant a kiss on her cheek and quickly walked away. He heard a squeal emit from the house after the door shut and he bit his lip, his smile growing.


It was down to the last sixty seconds of the first lacrosse game and the atmosphere was tense. The score was tied and Beacon Hills High needed to score a goal in order to win the game. Liam heard (Y/N)’s heartbeat rise as they started the clock. “Come on, Liam. You got this,” she kept whispering to herself, having no clue that Liam could hear her. He looked over at her in the stands and smiled before turning back to face his competitor. “You’re going down,” he growled lowly, stealing the white ball as soon as the whistle was blown. He ran down the field, passing the ball to Scott who would pass it back so he could score the final point and win the game. “Scott, over here!” He yelled, holding his net up. Scott threw the ball and watched as Liam flung the ball at the net. The ball smacked harshly against the net and for a second, everything was great. That was until a player on the opposing team violently tackled Liam to the ground. He let out a loud groan and heard (Y/N)’s gasp from the stand mix with the buzzer, letting students and parents know the game was officially over. “Liam!” She ran down onto the field, ignoring the calls from Finstock and other players. “Liam, are you okay?” She gently pulled off his mask, helping him sit up in the process. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, readjusting his arm so it would heal correctly. He avoided eye contact with her, scared she would see his glowing golden eyes. She flinched at the sight of his arm and helped him up. “You may have a broken arm, but you scored the winning goal,” she tried to lighten his mood and it seemed to work because a grin popped up on his face. It wasn’t long before everyone else was crowding around them. She could feel the courage and confidence bubbling up in herself, and so could Liam. As cheers sounded from the people around them, Liam pulled her into him and planted a kiss on her warm pink lips. His arm wrapped around her back and held her closely, feeling her once tense muscles relax and push herself closer to him. She pulled away first, looking deep into his blue irises. “What was that for?” She breathed, a smile fighting its way to her lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He blurted out, absentmindedly playing with the jersey that looked oh-so-good on her body. Her smile intensified and she nodded quickly, pressing her lips to his again. Scott and Stiles shared a look of concern. “Liam, let’s go dude! You need to shower. You smell,” Scott grabbed Liam’s jersey and yanked him away from his new girlfriend and dragged him towards the locker room. A frown found its way to her lips. What was that all about?


She stared angrily at the text message, her grip on the phone growing tighter before she threw it roughly at the wall.

From Liam: Hey, can’t make it tonight. I’m sorry.

What was going on with Liam? He had been canceling last minute on everything they had planned. Weren’t boyfriends supposed to spend some time with their girlfriends? Not ditch them? She had had enough. She grabbed her bike lock and stormed down to the garage, yanking the minty green beach cruiser bicycle from the wall and walking it outside.

A twenty minute bike ride to the school proved to be much more vigorous than she had originally thought, but she didn’t have time to care because she was too infuriated. What was he doing that he had to cancel last minute on her every time? She stormed up to the school doors, unaware of how dark it was getting outside. Throwing the doors open, she stalked around inside. “Liam!” She called loudly, her high top converse smacking against the linoleum flooring as she searched for the boy. “Liam Dunbar! Where the hell are you?!” She yelled through the dark corridors. “You better have a good reason as to why I’m walking through these dark hallways looking for your ass,” she mumbled, turning the corner. A thundering bang came from behind her, and she turned quickly, finding one of the seniors from Liam’s clique running with what seemed to be a wrench in his hand. He didn’t bother to stop, but grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. “What’re you doing?! What’s happening?” She tried to ask but he shushed her as he pulled her into the dark library and behind one of the book cases. Her heart was pounding as she heard the library door open a second time. “You dropped your phone,” the voice sounded, “it’s Malia. Should I text her back?” Stiles quietly searched his pockets and let out a silent string of curses. “You don’t know who I am, do you, Stiles?” Her heartbeat picked up as he went on a long spiel about his now paralyzed father. Footsteps faded as the attacker traveled up the stairs. Stiles glanced at the young teenage girl. “Stay right there,” he whispered, clutching his bloody wrench in his shaky hand. Stiles creeped out while she stayed behind. She clenched her eyes shut, tears filling her eyes. Was she going to die in the school library? She flinched at the sound of a loud bang, slapping her hand over her mouth. She tiptoed out from behind the book case and wiped away the salty droplets falling over her lash line to find the other boy impaled by a pole from the scaffolding, which Stiles was climbing down. He dialed 9-1-1 on the library phone before grabbing her elbow gently and hanging up the phone. “We have to go,” he spoke softly, dragging her to his jeep. She didn’t say anything but complied with him and followed, climbing into the passenger seat. “W-What was that thing? What was he?” She asked after a few tense minutes. Stiles didn’t reply for a few seconds, only clutched his steering wheel. “Please take me to Liam,” she whispered. Stiles nodded softly and let out a shaky breath before starting the jeep. The deputy had already left the school. Her tears just wouldn’t stop coming. She sent Liam a text.

To Liam: I’m coming over. I need to talk to you.  

She locked her phone and climbed out of the jeep when they got to Liam’s. She whispered a quite “thank you”. The smell of distress and warm vanilla had Liam outside within two seconds. He looked at her guiltily. He wondered if he was the cause of her tear stained face. “Liam, please tell me what’s going on with you. I can’t play this game anymore. I need to know what’s going on. You keep canceling on me without an explanation. Do you not like hanging out with me? Am I a bad girlfriend?” She whispered. “(Y/N)… You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he watched her with his sad blue eyes. “Considering what I just saw a few minutes ago, the table is pretty open to suggestions,”  she wiped her eyes and sighed. “What’re you talking about?” He searched her face for any clue of what was happening but came up empty handed. He prayed that it wasn’t supernatural. “I was at the school looking for you a-and there was this guy who had sharp jagged teeth and I hid in the library and I didn’t think I was gonna live,” she cried. Liam pulled her into his chest and looked around before taking her inside and up to his room. “He had sharp jagged teeth?” Liam tapped his fingers on his desk and sighed. “You believe me, right? Please tell me you believe me,” she whimpered. There was no way something like that was all in her head. “Of course I do,” he scooted over to her in his desk chair and grabbed her hands. “Did you see anything else about him?” She shook her head lightly and sniffled. “When he started bleeding, it wasn’t red. Some kind of silver liquid came out instead,” she noticed Liam’s face lit up as if he knew something. “Liam, please tell me what’s happening. There’s no way I imagined all of that,” she whispered, searching his eyes desperately for some kind of belief. He nodded softly and scooted back. “There’s something I gotta tell you. You can’t tell anyone else, except Mason. He already knows,” he turned away from her and sighed. “I’m a werewolf.”


“Where is he? Is he okay? I rushed over as soon as Stiles texted me,” she barged into Scott’s house frantically after hearing that Liam had been found. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in. Is he okay?” She asked, calmer this time. “Yeah, he’s fine. He needs to rest though-” Stiles spoke softly. “Can I at least see him? Please?” She whimpered, trying to get around Stiles. “Maybe you should just wait until he wakes up,” he tried to stall, tried to keep her out of the room, but she ducked underneath his arm and stalked off toward the living room. She stopped short, seeing Liam asleep on the couch with his arm around Hayden Romero, who was also asleep, cuddled into his side. “Oh,” she whispered. All heads snapped toward her and then at Stiles. “I’m just gonna go home,” she turned sharply and rushed past Stiles, exiting the house. She knew that Liam was just tired and wasn’t in the right state of mind. He had been kidnapped, for Christ’s sake. But it still stung, seeing another girl unconscious, cuddled into his warm embrace. “See you guys later,” she whispered.


“Are you coming to my game tonight?” She clung to his side, kissing his jaw and smiling up at him. “Of course. I’ll be right up front, cheering you on,” he looked down at her and kissed her head. “I’m batting first so you gotta be there at the beginning of the game.” He nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Her clinginess was slowly increasing, although he couldn’t tell. He wanted to spend more time with her after being taken and thrown into an abandoned basement. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” he said sweetly, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers gently. She let out a soft giggled and kissed him, cupping his cheeks gently.

The lights were bright. The field was clean, ready to be dirtied up. The determination and ferocity in her eyes was enough to make a lion cower. She smacked the bat against her shoe before crouching slightly, adjusting her helmet and bringing her bat up into swinging position. She kept her trained eye on the pitcher, watching her wind up her arm before letting the ball go. After a split second, a crack sounded, the ball went flying, and so did her legs. They carried her all the way to second base, where she slid into safety. Her eyes flew to the stands to see a smiling Liam who gave her a thumbs up when he caught her eye. She smiled and turned, ready to slide into third. “Let’s go, Addie,” she whispered, eyeing her teammate who was up to bat. “You got this. Straight down the center,” she mumbled, stepping forward with one foot still on the base. “This is it.” Another crack and she took off towards third base, daring to turn to see if she could run home. Deciding it was worth the risk, she took off, moving with agility. She slid into home with milliseconds to spare before the catcher caught the ball. She stood up, throwing her arms in the air and cheering as she saw the scoreboard change to 1-0. She looked up at the stands, seeing Liam cheering loudly for her causing her to grin even wider. She jogged to stand behind the fence, watching her teammates bat and run until the teams had to switch.

The game came to an end and the Beacon Hills High softball team ended up winning the game. “Hey! (Y/L/N)! Round up all the bats and the balls! Take them into my office,” her coach yelled. She complied, even if she was slightly irritated that no one else had to help. She balanced all of the bats in her arms and carried them inside through the locker room and into the equipment room. She finished lining the bats up neatly before turning to head back outside. Waiting for her was Liam on the field with a bouquet of tiger lilies, her favorite flowers. Behind him was the entire softball team, each person holding a softball with a letter on it. She stepped onto the field, furrowing her brows as she walked closer. She stepped up to Liam, a joyful laugh emitting from her throat. Behind him, the softball team spelt out “Homecoming?”. “Will you go to homecoming with me?” Liam’s grin displayed a set of pearly white teeth. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Liam, of course! I can’t believe you did all of this,” she wrapped her arm around his waist as he turned to face the softball team. “You planned all of this?” She looked up at him as he shook his head. “They helped come up with it. I wanted to do something softball related, but they came up with the idea.” He tenderly kissed her forehead.


“Liam, please don’t go! You’re going to get hurt!” She cried, holding onto his arm desperately.  "I have to go! Scott’s going, he’s my Alpha. I’m going. I can’t leave my Alpha unprotected,“ he tried to reason with her, tried to get her to understand, "Besides, I’m a werewolf and I heal fast.” She watched him, growing angrier and more panicked. He couldn’t leave. What would she do? “What if they have wolfsbane? You’ll die! Can’t you just trust me this once?! I don’t have a good feeling about this!” She searched his eyes frantically for any sign of worry, but there didn’t seem to be any. “(Y/N), I’m going and that’s final,” he stood his ground, gently prying her off. He placed his lips to her forehead and turned to the door. She started shaking slightly, trying to hide the sobs that were begging to leave her body. “I-If you leave, we’re over,” she spoke as a last attempt at keeping him from harm’s grasp. She noticed him tense up and stop twisting the doorknob and for a second, she was sure he was going to stay, but he shook his head and whispered, “Fine.” before he opened the door and walked out. He loved her, but his Alpha came before any of his relationships, and Scott definitely needed his help.

It had been four days of incessant worrying and Liam still wasn’t back, so there she was at the batting cage, drunk off her ass. No one else was there to hear her curse every time she missed a ball, no one was there to hear the cruel names that came out of her mouth, or so she thought. “Fuck werewolves. Fuck boys. I don’t need him. I’m way out of his league anyway. I could do so much better,” she sniffled angrily, swinging her bat with great force. The crack of the ball being hit echoed all around her. “Boys are gross and ugly and mean and annoying and don’t care about anything other than their friends,” she scoffed, this time swinging harder. She could feel her shoulder starting to become sore and somewhat painful, indicating that she probably dislocated it, but she didn’t care. It was just temporary pain that would take her mind off of Liam. She swung the bat one more time before she felt it completely pop out and let out a whimper, dropping the bat and walk to the corner of the batting cage, wincing. “You should probably see a doctor about that,” a soft voice called out. Her head snapped up and she looked through the chain link fence. “Why are you here?” She leaned her forehead against the thin metal crossings, trying to ignore the searing pain that was radiating from her right shoulder. “Well, for starters, it’s three in the morning and you’re not home,” he started moving closer to the gated off room, “two: I know you come here when you’re angry or upset or stressed out.” He gripped onto the metal and sighed. “Please come out of the cage so we can talk,” he pleaded, and she sighed, stepping out. “What is there to talk about, Liam?” She was careful to not hit her arm on the fence door as she walked out. “Us. (Y/N), I don’t want us to be over. Scott is my Alpha and if he needs my help, I can’t desert him,” he started out, leading to a scoff from her alcohol tinged lips, “but, that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You are my everything. What am I supposed to do without you? I’m a big baby with anger issues,” he said, smiling when he heard a quiet giggle from her. “You know it’s true. Please, just take me back. Give me a chance to make it up to you,” he gently grabbed her left hand, bringing it up to his mouth and looked into her eye hopefully. She let out a sigh and nodded. “How can I resist you?” She mumbled, pressing her lips toward his. All of the pain she felt left her shoulder as soon as her lips touched his. “I’ll take you to the doctor’s office in the morning to get that checked out.”


“Liam Dunbar!” She growled, storming into Scott’s house. “Is it true? Did you kiss her?” She stood in the living room of the McCall house, seething with rage. “Did you kiss Hayden?” He looked bewildered, but when his eyes widened as if realizing he had, she knew the answer. “I can’t even believe you. I trusted you! And why am I finding out from someone else, not you?!” She was a mess, and everyone in the room knew it. Everyone quickly left the room, leaving Liam alone with his rampant, probably soon to be ex-girlfriend. “Don’t you dare try and make me feel sorry for you. You cheated on me! With Hayden, the girl you hated not even three months ago!” She was nose to nose with him now, and he could literally feel the anger radiating off her body. “We’re over, Dunbar. There’s no chance in hell that I will ever take you back. Not only did you cheat, by you hid it from me. Is that why you’ve been treating me so well? So that you could try and cover up the fact that you cheated on me? You’re so pathetic,” she pushed him roughly, turning away from him. “Don’t text me, don’t call me, don’t talk to me,” she growled. “What the hell are you talking about?! I wouldn’t ever cheat on you! Who the hell told you that?!” He scoffed, standing up and crossing his arms. “I’ve never even touched another girl aside from you! Why don’t you get your story straight before you storm into someone else’s house to falsely accuse your boyfriend of cheating?” He growled back. “You know what? Why don’t you make that ex boyfriend. I’m clearly not good enough for you, right? At least, that’s what you were saying at the batting cage! I wouldn’t want to be any more of a bother to you, so let me do the honors of breaking up with you so you’re never tied down to someone again!” He yelled, all of his pent up anger pouring out through his mouth. “I’ve been treating you well because that’s what boyfriends do! I was being a shitty boyfriend before so I tried to fix it. Maybe, now that you’ve mentioned it, I will go kiss Hayden! I’ll kiss her so hard, she’ll still feel my lips on hers next week! I know that she isn’t gonna bitch at me because someone told her something false and she believed them!” His face was red with anger, and so was hers. She stared at him and clenched her fists. “Fine! Go make out with her! I’m sure she’d love to have you as a boyfriend. Who doesn’t love sloppy seconds?” She sneered, turning and storming out of the McCall house, the rest of the McCall pack sitting upstairs, listening to the exchange. Even Stiles could hear every word clearly.


She stepped onto the school bus, finding an empty seat on the rickety yellow transportation device. She could see Liam climb into Stiles’ beat up blue jeep, and felt her heart ache. She had been out of line when she confronted Liam; she knew that much, but she couldn’t break past her stubborn wall to apologize to him. She wasn’t even sure if he still had any desire to hear her speak, let alone accept a full blown apology. So, against her better judgement, she left it alone while she became known as the girl involved in the worst breakup on campus ever. The rise and fall of the Dunbar-(Y/L/N) relationship. 

Eight Months- Part 2

And here it is, finally! I had to do some research, and made some adjustments from the teaser. I just thought it may be best for Meryl to visit the birth center early since her water broke early (thanks dragonturgy :) 

All mistakes are mine, I own them. Also, I’m not the authority on birth-center births, so all of this comes from my own research and stories I have read. Forgive me if things are not 100% accurate (also, it’s a little romantacized because…well, it’s Maksyl :) And yes, it’s longgggg.. I got carried away.

On to the story…. hope you all love it! Dedicated to the fam, love you guys!

Maks looked down at the gush of fluid pouring out between Meryl’s legs. His face went white as he looked up at her.

“What just happened?” he asked, his voice coming out strained. He of course knew, having taken birthing classes with Meryl and read countless articles about birth since the moment she found out they were pregnant. He didn’t want to believe that it would happen now.

“Well, that was my water breaking…” Meryl said in a small voice, her voice trailing off at the end. She stared down at herself in stunned silence, watching the wet stain spread on the mattress.

“Are you sure? Do you think we should call Tricia? It could be just a bladder leak…” Maks began babbling. He stood up, running his fingers through his hair, and began pacing the room. “It’s too early, isn’t it? I knew it, babe, I knew we shouldn’t have messed around. I’m supposed to take care of you, of her, of us….”


“I should have stopped us. This wasn’t the time for this. But you were just so beautiful, and I wanted to please you so much. I’m sorry love, I’m sorry…”


Maks froze and looked at her. She sat awkwardly on the mattress, still on the wet spot, and uncomfortable. “Please stop your babbling and come here!”

Maks came over and knelt by her side. She took his face in her hands and looked directly into his eyes. “We did nothing wrong! Tricia said it was fine, right up until the baby comes. She also said the due dates are estimated, but I think we should probably go to the center, just to make sure little bear is doing ok.”

Maks nodded, and helped Meryl into a standing position. He wrapped her into a gentle hug and breathed into her hair. “I want her to be OK ,“ he whispered, his voice shaking.

Meryl scratched the back of his head and caressed it. “She will be, baby. I’m going to shower, I need you to call Tricia and let her know that we will be heading there soon.”

Maks nodded. Meryl stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. Leaning against the door, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Why now?  She thought. We had a month to go. She caressed her belly, feeling a rolling motion underneath her hands. Meryl prodded her tummy more, trying to feel for the baby’s position. The last ultrasound had indicated that their little one had not yet turned head down, which was common, according to their midwife. She gave them a list of exercises to try to encourage the baby to turn. Meryl had done them religiously but had not felt the baby move position, until now. She could tell little bear was going to be stubborn. Just like her papa. Meryl smiled.

She turned on the shower as warm as could be tolerated and stepped in. She let the warm water spray her back, and tried to control the niggling fear that seemed to be creeping in suddenly. As an athlete and Olympian, she had been trained most of her life to control and master those fears, to rise above. This time, she felt a sense of lost control. She had a whole entire new life growing inside of her, and that life was making their presence known right now, totally off plan and off timing. Meryl breathed in and out several times, taking slow deep breaths. She knew that anxiety would not do her or the baby any favors right now, but it was hard to control. She needed to know what was happening, why her water broke so early.

And she was worried about her husband. She knew Maks was extremely protective of her and the baby, and was already anxious and guilty about the situation. She felt like she needed to protect him, to remain calm, when all she wanted to do was cry. She leaned against the shower and felt tears prick her eyes. At that moment, she felt a sharp pain in her belly, and felt the tightening. Meryl gasped and leaned forward. It lasted no more than 30 seconds, but it rendered Meryl breathless. She hurriedly finished her shower, then slipped into a robe. She exited the bathroom to see Maks sitting on the bed, waiting for her.

“I called Tricia. She said come as soon as we can. Your bag is in the car.”

Meryl smiled at her husband. “Thank you babe…can you help me find some clothes? I know we haven’t done laundry and I…” Meryl gasped again and gripped her belly with her hands.

“Baby???” Maks rushed to her side, holding her by her upper arms.

“Contraction” Meryl panted. She breathed through it while looping her hands around Maks’ neck. Meryl tried as best she could to relax into it, but it was difficult. The contraction was just slightly longer this time. When it ended, Meryl kept her face buried in Maks’ chest.

Maks stroked her head “Meryl, babe…are you ok?”

Meryl sniffed. Maks lifted her head and searched her eyes to see tears pooling. “Baby, are you still in pain??”

“No,” she said. “I just…want everything to be OK.”

Maks looked at her. He then saw the uncertainty, the fear in her eyes. He immediately felt like a fool. He’d been so focus on his anxiety and emotions that he forgot about Meryl, and what she must be feeling now. She was so strong, but he knew she held so much back. He let her be calm for him, the calm to his storm. It made them work.

Now was not the time for that.

He took her face delicately in his hands, and kissed her nose, tamping down his fear and anxiety, to be strong for her. “She will be OK, baby. Our little bear is strong, just like her mama.”

Meryl smiled weakly “You’re pep talking me now?”

Maks grinned at her “We can pep talk each other, remember? Right now, we need to get you dressed and get to the center.”


They finally arrived at the center nearly an hour later. Meryl had had a few more contractions on the way, which made the car ride nearly unbearable, as she could not lean over the way she wanted to weather them.  She squeezed the life out of her husband’s hand during the contractions, and Maks silently wondered if his hand could in fact be broken somewhere from it.

They checked in and Meryl was ushered into an exam room first. Their midwife, Tricia, met them in a few minutes.

“So how are we doing, momma?” she asked cheerfully. Tricia was an amazingly calm and joyous woman, whom Meryl liked and connected with immediately upon meeting her at a tour at the birth center. She made the decision that night that she wanted her to help deliver their baby.

“As well as can be expected,” Meryl said, gripping her husband’s hand.

“Any contractions yet?” Tricia asked.

“A few” Meryl said. “They’ve been short, no more than 30-45 seconds at most.”

“When was your last one?”

“Right when we got here,” Maks interjected. “My hand still remembers.” Maks flexed his hand and winced. Meryl rolled her eyes.

Tricia laughed slightly. “Well, it sounds like you have some premature rupture of membranes. Do either of you know what color the fluid was?”

“It seemed clear,” Meryl said.

“Good” Tricia nodded. “This means the baby most likely isn’t in distress. However, I would like to do an exam to check to see if that’s what occurred. We’ll also listen to the heartbeat, and possibly have a portable monitor put on. Meryl, I know you didn’t want to be hooked up to monitors, but it’s important that we keep an eye on the baby’s heart rate, at least for a short time.”

Meryl shook her head. Tricia preformed the exam, which indicated that Meryl’s waters had indeed ruptured and she was about 2 centimeters dilated. The baby’s heartbeat was strong and steady. This made Meryl exhale slightly, which Tricia noticed.

“How are we doing, honey?” She looked at Meryl after hooking up the monitor. Maks was rubbing her back, having not left her side since they entered the room.

“Better, now that I know that she’s ok” Meryl looked up at Tricia and grabbed her hand “Thank you.”

Tricia squeezed her hand affectionately. “No need to thank me yet, hun. You’re the one doing all the work. You’ve done a beautiful job keeping this little one safe, and you’ll keep right on doing that. I’m just here to assist her in entering the world.”

Meryl smiled and felt some of her anxiety fall away. She could do this.

Tricia walked them to the birthing suite. It was very homey looking, complete with a large bed, a living room type area to accommodate visitors, and kitchenette, and a large birthing tub.

“Since you have the monitor on now, you won’t be able to use the tub right away. However, to get your contractions into a regular pattern, you should try some activity,” Tricia stated. “Walking or using the birthing ball are both good choices to help get labor going. And of course, there is nipple stimulation, if you are comfortable with that.”

Maks raised an eyebrow looking at his wife, then to Tricia “Um, that might have been what got us here in the first place.”

Tricia laughed “Maks, I’ve told you many time that sex was fine throughout Meryl’s pregnancy! The fact that the membrane rupture happened after you two were intimate is coincidental to say the least, but not worrisome.”

Tricia patted Maks on the shoulder “Relax papa…look at it this way. This may be the last few times you might get to cop a feel for awhile..go for it!” She winked at him, and he laughed, which caused Meryl to giggle. Tricia learned early on with these two that humor was the best way to lessen the anxiety in these first time parents-to-be.

Tricia then left the room, with the promise of returning in an hour or so to check on them, leaving Meryl and Maks alone. Meryl sat on the bed and closed her eyes. “What time is it?” she asked tiredly.

“12:35” Maks said, looking at the clock on the wall.

“I’m tired” Meryl said. She felt the least like doing any activity now, but she knew it most likely what was best.

Maks sat next to her,kissing her hair and rubbing her back. “I know baby…I’m here though. What do you want to do?”

“I think I’ll try walking.” Meryl began walking around the room, with Maks at her side. She walked for nearly an hour; during this time, contractions increased in frequency but not in length. Meryl chose during the contractions to loop her arms around Maks’ neck and hang, letting him support her. She squatted slightly during this, trying to bring the baby down. Maks would sway slightly with her, listening to her moan through the contraction, and whisper soothing tender words in her ear.

After another 30 minutes of walking, Meryl noticed her contractions increasing in length. They were nearly 1 minute long and about 10 minutes apart. Tricia returned to check the monitor, then departed proclaiming everything to be well. Meryl stopped her walking and sat on the bed “Maks” she panted “I can’t walk anymore” She leaned over as another contraction gripped her.

“What do you need babe?” his voice took on a more urgent tone.

“The ball,” she gasped out. “I want to lay on the ball”

Maks retrieved the birthing ball from the corner of the room. Meryl draped her upper body over the ball and laid on it, breathing out slowly. She willed her tense body to relax. Maks seem to sense what she needed, and began a stroking massage of her lower back and hips, trying to relieve some of the tension.

Meryl moaned “I’m not hurting you, am I??” Maks asked, withdrawing his hands. “NO!” Meryl said, almost too forcefully. “Please don’t stop, honey..the counterpressure helps!”

Maks continued his massage, until another contraction kicked in. “Don’t touch me!!” Meryl yelled. Maks recoiled as if burned, and Meryl groaned and moaned into the ball, willing her body to remain loose. The contraction ended. “Why did you stop?” Meryl demanded.

“You just said…!” Maks stopped. “Honey, you told me to stop.” Meryl sighed “Please, keep going, I need you to.” Maks’ hands returned to her back, rubbing and stroking. Maks felt her tensing again for another contraction.

“Stop!!” Meryl yelled.

“Baby no” Maks stated. “Keep breathing…I’m going to press against your back and keep massaging…see if it helps”

“OK” Meryl said shakily. She kept breathing, and felt Maks’ hands press against her lower back. It surprisingly felt good.

“Better?” He asked.

“Yeah actually” Meryl sighed. “Thank you baby.”

They stayed in this position for another hour, Maks helping his wife through her contractions. Eventually the contractions picked up to a regular pattern, 3-4 minutes apart and lasting about 2 minutes. Tricia returned to preform another check, which was more difficult for Meryl to tolerate being that she was further along in her labor.

“Meryl, you’re about 7 centimeters currently. Are you interested in laboring in the tub at all?”

Meryl gave an enthusiastic “Yes!” and she began to fill the tub. While they were waiting, Maks phoned his and Meryl’s parent’s, informing them of Meryl’s progress. He also called Charlie and Val, who would spread the word among the other family members.

The tub was soon full, and Tricia and Maks assisted Meryl into the tub between contractions. Meryl sank into the warm water, letting it buoy her body and take the pressure off her aching hips and lower back. Maks lit candles in the room, turning the lights off and setting their Ipod to play Claire de Lune. Meryl had indicated that she wanted a calm, soothing birth environment, to help keep her focused and relaxed. Maks returned to the tub to see Meryl turned on all fours, her face the picture of concentration, working through another contraction. Maks knelt by the tub and watched her in awe, working hard to bring their baby girl safely into the world. At the end of the contraction, Meryl looked up at him, eyes wide with tears. “I can’t do this anymore” she whispered.

“Do what babe?” he asked.

“This” she said. “I’m so tired, I can’t…”

Maks knew Meryl must be hitting the transition phase of labor. He knew she needed him now, more than ever. “But you are doing it, honey…you are. And so beautifully…” He kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes. “You are an Olympian, and the strongest woman I’ve ever met…you can do this.”

Meryl began shaking with the force of another contraction “Baby I need you!” she said. She groaned louder this time. Maks immediately began stripping off his clothes, running to find his swim trunks. He put them on and gently got into the tub with Meryl, easing behind her and applying pressure to her lower back. Maks continued the pattern as Meryl’s contractions continued.

 In another hour, Tricia returned. “How are we doing?” she said.

“They’re getting closer,” Maks said, a tinge of worry in his voice.

“That’s good!” Tricia said brightly. “We’re that much closer to seeing Little Miss Chmerkovskiy make her entrance.” She eased a hand onto Meryl’s back. “Meryl honey, I need to check you after this next one.” Meryl groaned, but managed to stand with the help of them both. They got her to the bed, and Tricia preformed the exam. “Meryl, you’re at 9 centimeters…she’s all the way down…just a little more then you’ll be ready to push.”

Meryl nodded, tears running down her cheeks, mixing with her sweat. She began shaking, partially from the cold of being out of the tub. “If you want to return to the tub for a little while, that’s ok. Otherwise you can labor on the bed until it’s time to push.”

Meryl shook her head “Here” she said weakly. Maks wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, looking for a towel, and then began drying off his wife with it. Once she was dry, he settled behind her, Meryl lying back on him between contractions. Soon, Meryl felt a powerful urge to push.

“Maks, I have to push!” She said. “Get Tricia now!”

Maks ran out of the room, returning with Tricia. “That was fast!” Tricia said cheerfully. She checked Meryl once again “Meryl, your complete..10 centimeters..100% effaced. Listen to your body and push when you feel the need to.”

Meryl pushed with all her might, feeling slightly better than she had during the entire labor. It felt like a huge release. She stopped, then started up again. Each push felt better than the last. Maks remained at Meryl’s head, supporting her shoulders and whispering words of love and support.

“Hey papa” came Tricia’s voice. “Your baby’s coming…you want to see?”

To his surprise, Maks looked. He saw the little head of their baby girl, with quite a lot of hair, beginning to be born. His eyes filled with tears and he took a deep shuddering breath.

Meryl looked at him anxiously, “What’s wrong??” she cried.

“Nothing” he said. “She is perfect…”

“Meryl” Tricia said directly. “I need you to stop pushing now” Meryl tensed. “I can’t” she said.

“Meryl, sweety” said Tricia. “I need you to try…ok? Do some panting breaths…”

Meryl panted and focused on not pushing as hard as she could, despite everything her body was telling her. Maks made eye contact with Tricia “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“The cord is wrapped around the neck” Tricia said quietly. “I don’t want to scare Meryl…the baby is breathing fine as far as I can tell, the cord’s just holding up the delivery.”

“What’s going on?” Meryl gasped out, sensing the anxiety. “Is she ok?”

“Meryl, listen to me now” Tricia said. “The cord is slightly wrapped around her neck. She is fine, but I need you to stop pushing right now. I’m going to clamp and cut the cord, and this will let her come down.”

“Is that safe?” Maks asked, on the verge of tears.

“It’s fine, honey” Tricia stated. “Go, support your wife. Let’s finish this thing.”

Maks smiled and grasped Tricia’s hand briefly before returning to his wife’s head. Tricia completed the procedure and Meryl began pushing again.

“OK, Meryl…her head is out. A couple more big pushes and she’s here!”

Meryl cried and cried as she continued pushing. Maks cried along with her, kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear in a mixture of English and Russian how beautiful she was, how proud of her he was.

“Papa, do you want to deliver your baby girl?” Tricia asked gently.

Maks looked at Meryl. Meryl smiled for the first time. Maks made his way to Tricia, who assisted him with putting on gloves. Tricia guided Maks through the last few minutes of delivery, and soon a tiny pink, wriggling baby was delivered into her papa’s waiting hands.

Maks gazed at his daughter, transfixed for a moment, then she let out a mighty cry. Maks began laughing and crying, taking his precious bundle to his wife, who was doing the same. He rested the baby on Meryl’s chest. The baby immediately calmed at the scent and feel of her mother. Meryl’s arms encircled her beautiful little girl, kissing her little wet, dark haired head.

“Congratulations” Tricia smiled. “You did a beautiful job, momma.”

Meryl smiled and closed her eyes. She blissfully held her baby girl against her chest- sore, exhausted, but never happier.

Meryl and Maks bonded with their baby girl while Tricia assisted Meryl with delivering the afterbirth and cleaning up. She weighed and preformed the necessary checks on their baby, pronouncing her little but healthy. “She was a bit preterm, but everything seems to be ok. She’s an impatient one there.”

“She gets that from me” Maks smiled.

Maks helped Meryl get settled into the bed with their little one. They made the decision to stay at the birth center one night to be sure that Meryl and the baby were ok. Meryl stared down at the precious tiny little one- their little bear. The shock of dark hair on her head looked like Maks’ bedhead, but the other features looked mostly like hers. Her nose and chin, but eyes had yet to be determined.

Maks settled into bed next to Meryl, his eyes never leaving the baby. He chose to remove his shirt, since Meryl was doing this and that skin to skin contact was the best for newborns. Little bear chose this time to begin fussing, rooting around on Meryl’s chest for nourishment.

Meryl adjusted the baby in her arms, and the little one immediately latched on forcefully to Meryl’s nipple. Meryl let out a surprised yelp, and Maks chuckled. Maks watched, as his little girl hungrily drank at her mother’s breast, her eyes slowly closing as her tummy became more and more full. Soon, her little mouth let go and she fell into sleep again.

“She is her father’s daughter” Meryl smiled.

Maks looked at her, puzzled.

“She takes what she wants.” Meryl laughed. She leaned towards her husband, giving his lips a soft kiss. “Thank you baby…for everything.”

“Me?” Maks pointed to himself “I did nothing…it was all you, babe. You are amazing, my wonder woman.” He kissed her again.

“You supported me, and you did it wonderfully. You gave me strength to go on…I love you.” She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“We still need a name, you know.” She said.

“I liked little bear” Maks said, half joking, half serious.

“Well, as cute as it is, we can’t send her to school with the name Little Bear Chmerkovskiy” Meryl stated. “She would never forgive us.”

“Any ideas?” Maks asked. Names were not something they had finished discussing.

Meryl thought for a minute, looking down at her angel’s face. “I like Mira” she said suddenly.

“Mira” Maks said. “That’s pretty. Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” Meryl said slowly. “I’ve always liked it…it reminds me of our love…miraculous, able to beat the odds, survive obstacles…I want our baby to have a name to remind her that she is that way too.”

“I love it,” Maks said. “Mira she shall be. What about a middle name?”

“You pick it,” Meryl said.

“Grace” he said after a moment. “To remind me of her mother.”

Meryl smiled, kissed him, and looked down at her tiny daughter “Welcome to the world, Mira Grace Chmerkovskiy. Your papa is here too, and we both love you very, very much.”

Mira chose that moment to make little squeaking sounds and turn her head towards her mother.

“I think she likes her name” Meryl said. She cuddled her closer to her chest, then yawned sleepily. Maks noticed her fatigue. “Baby, you’re tired; why don’t you take a little nap?”

“Mmmm” Meryl said. “Don’t want to miss anything…” her eyelids drooped.

“Shhhh…” Maks said. “Miss Mira and I will do some papa/daughter bonding…rest now.” Maks kissed her forehead and gathered Mira into his arms. She was so tiny. He placed Mira against his warm, bare chest and she immediately snuggled into it making little noises. Maks smiled against her soft hair and breathed in her baby smell. He walked to the nearby rocking chair and sat down, rocking slowly back and forth, feeling his baby daughter against his chest, feeling her heart rapidly beating and little puffs of air from her breathing. He rubbed her back and thanked God for the miracle of his beautiful wife and precious daughter. “Papa loves you.” He whispered. He then began to sing to her, the same lullaby he sang when she was in the womb.

From her bed, Meryl watched through half closed eyes. The picture her husband and daughter made was breathtakingly beautiful and sweet. Somewhere in her dreams, she heard a soft tenor voice singing a Russian lullaby.