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Texts 01: HOW ARE BABIES MADE
Mattie: How does a woman come to be with child?
Gemma: YOU HAD THIS IN SCHOOL?!
Mattie: yeah seventh grade but was too busy with hockey and the theme was freaking me out.
Gemma: TAD, MUM, MATTIE IS ASKING ADULT QUESTIONS AT THE AGE OF 17!
( @meritheclown )
Fear (GFAAB)
warnings: mention of abduction, mention of blood
The street was covered with broken glass, spilled milk and vegetables. There was blood on the rear of the black car. Pearls, appearing to be ripped from someone’s neck, were on the street, some having rolled into the sewer system. There was no corpse, no note, just a now missing person. Lorenzo sighed, hoping that his boss had not heard the news yet that they could tell him in office. His hopes were shattered when tires screeched. He saw Lachlan jumping out of the car, running towards them.
“Where is my wife, Enzo?”
(tags: @808mer )
❨ LIGHTNING ❩ ═.✵. 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁
verse: gfaab (jānis bergmanis belongs to @meritheclown )
ship: jānis bergmanis & alessandra bergmane (gen 1)
warnings: mentions of thunderstorms, hinted panic attacks
tags: @meritheclown , @moremysteriesthantragedies
Jānis Bergmanis watched as the black clouds lightened up for a moment. Thunder had already boomed as they had brought Diana to a kindergarten friend. It was a beautiful sight, scary and beautiful at the same time. Yet as he turned around he saw his fiancée staring blankly at the black TV. Her fingers were twisted together, knuckles turning white.
Just as he wanted to walk over to her his phone ringed. It was her brother. He had sent a short text Jānis skimmed before rushing over to his fiancée. He quietly settled next to her on their bed, Alessa shortly glancing at him.
“Can I hug you?”, he asked to which she just threw herself into his arms. Jānis whispered sweet nothings into her ear while simultaneously grabbing the remote.
“Can we watch anything? And cuddle? Please?”
“Yes, my love”, Jānis replied, pressing a kiss against her hair. He sighed in relief as he felt her relax a bit in his hold. Jānis reminded himself to later call Enzo and quickly thank her brother for the information that Alessandra was deadly scared of thunderstorms. And then he wanted to ask what had happened to her ex after the brothers of his fiancée had find out that the ex had locked her onto the balcony during a heavy thunderstorm.
“Nothing can hurt you, Lessa. I am here, okay?“
“Grazie, Jānit”, she whispered, cuddling more into him as they both watched trashy movies while the thunderstorm grew stronger.
❨ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 ❩ ═.✵. 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁
verse: gfaab (jānis bergmanis belongs to @meritheclown )
ship: jānis bergmanis & alessandra bergmane (gen 1)
tags: @meritheclown , @moremysteriesthantragedies
The sun set slowly, painting the sky golden with soft pink tones. Red and orange glowed in the centre of the sunset, while the deep black sky with stars and moon took over the sky behind the estate. The couple had briefly retreated to a quieter corner of the garden, gazing across the lake. Jānis smiled as Alessandra rested her head on his shoulder.
The long veil of the white dress, which was embroidered with the finest lace, fluttered in the wind. He, on the other hand, was wearing a black tailored suit, the pristine white button down having no crinkles. As the couple kissed, the setting sun bathed the newlyweds in golden light.
❨ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐎' 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❩ ═.✵. 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁
It was a warm autumn day in the principality of Monaco, luxury boats were bobbing in the harbor basin. Golden light flooded the large living room, where toys lay scattered across the floor. Happy giggles filled the vast apartment as the young boy was happily babbling away. Gabriel Bélanger smiled widely at his son, enjoying the time with his son while his wife on a bridal shower of a close friend of theirs. Later, his brother-in-law and his fiancé would come over to have dinner with Gabriel, Doutzen and their son. His son had his eyes and facial features yet the brown blonde hair of his mother. Charles Bélanger lifted the little race car toy, a gif from his father's F1 team Scuderia Ferrari. The Mercedes and Red Bull team gifts, curtesy of his father-in-law and brother-in-law, who raced for Red Bull, were carefully storaged away in the boy's bedroom. Gabriel could not wait to take his son karting the moment he was old enough. Gabriel lifted him up, smiling into the face that was so similar to his. Charles was laughing before burrowing his face in his father's shoulder.
“Mon petit prince, je t'aime tellement toi et ta mère. Qu'en dis-tu, on va se promener, hein ? Ou devrais-je t’emmener faire un tour en ville en SF90?” Gabriel smiled softly to himself before he got his son ready for their daily walk around Monaco. He would need to pick up some groceries too, but that he could do later with the car and his son. He could picture a sibling for his son, and Doutzen could imagine it too. His son was happily clapping his hands as his father sat him into the pram, widely smiling. Gabrield smiled, pressing a kiss against the cheek of his son before fixing his cap that donned the familiar horse of his racing team. Together, father and son left the apartment, content and filled with with love about the gift of life.
( gfaab is owned by my love @mercunty )
tags: @mercunty, @moremysteriesthantragedies, @365runesofthesystem (ask to be added or removed)
TW : self hate, self esteem issues, mentions of threats, small religious images.
❝Footsteps were barely audible as she ran. The screams of her name were blended out as she ran. She ran till her lungs felt like collapsing, till her legs gave out. As the dark blonde, more like brunette fell to her knees she did not feel the scrapping of skin against asphalt close to the forest. A scream escaped her lips, full of pain and self fueling hate. It was her fault that she had been too scared to tell him. If she would not have listened to the men who threatened her and would have just told him instead of believing their lies that they would hurt him all would not have happened.
The cross necklace felt hot against her skin while the raindrops felt like ice. She tilted her head back, raindrops falling on her face. The cold raindrops felt like ice against her skin. No tears were visible for anyone who might pass by. They were mixing with the rain as she wept. A familiar hand pulled her close, she could smell wood, gunpowder, home. She wept harder as he pulled her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. ❞
(Jarek & Lāsma, GFAAB)
tags: @mercunty , @moremysteriesthantragedies , @jezifster, @mrsmungus , @pluttskutt (ask to be added or removed)
Jarek and aab belong @mercunty
Mer, that's what I mean when I said pain.
❨ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❩ ═.✵. 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁
╰ warnings ❨ heavy toddler menaces ❩
╰ aab is owned by @mercunty
The man stopped in the vast living room, looking bleary-eyed at the little boy. The four-year-old son stopped mid-movement, just as he was about to finish climbing up onto the couch. Ivano's eyes slid to the clock that hung in the hallway. The numbers read 1:34 am in the dim, bluish light. The man quickly crossed the few meters that separated him from his firstborn son before he settled next to him. Originally, he had come down to get a glass of water and not to find his son wide awake.
“Kastjan, why are you up at this early hour?”, he asked his son in a hushed whisper, noticing the reddish eyes of his son. The toddler fiddled with his fingers before he clung to his father.
“Ne mogu da spavam, tata”, Kastjan whispered. Ivano sighed, knowing his son was lying to him. He would ask him tomorrow morning. He gently lifted Kastjan up. The toddler burrowed his face in his father's shoulder. “Let's get you to bed, moj mali princ. Možeš ostati sa mamom i sa mnom."
translation : ne mogu da spavam, tata — i could not sleep, dad // možeš ostati sa mamom i sa mnom — you can stay with mum and me.
tag list: (@mercunty , @365runesoftheamalgamations)
❝Väinö Kähkönen is winning the last race of the season! His maiden win in his rookie season, they threw everything at him! This is unbelievable what an amazing day for the driver who turned eighteen today! WHAT A HUGE WIN FOR HIM AND THE TEAM! VÄINÖ KÄHKÖNEN WINS THE ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX!❞
(first win, gfaab)
tags: @mercunty, @moremysteriesthantragedies
