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1. Eros (erotic love). This is, simply put, the sexual attraction you feel towards someone. In its best form, passion can be transformative… but it can also become destructive if not kept under control.

2. Philos (friendship). This is the love we treat as lesser in the modern world. Ironically, the Greeks considered it superior to eros as philos was considered a love between two equals and free of the animalistic pull of sexual desire. Philos is the kind of love two warriors who’ve shared a foxhole feel for one another.

3. Storge (familial love). This is the love and pride we take in our kinsmen and lifelong friends. For those who are deeply attached to their family name, who remember family members who pass on with great fondness… This is the name the Greeks, a culture based very much on accruing honour to one’s name and descendants, bestowed on this form of love, as it was so very important to them.

4. Ludus (playful love). The affection between young lovers, this is what we modern folk call “puppy love.” The flirting, teasing and childlike euphoria at being in a new relationship is all part and parcel of this form of love. The Greeks felt that love should have a sense of fun and play; it need not be serious 100% of the time.

5. Mania (obsessive love). This is what happens when love gets scary, and is the purview of stalkers and the most deluded among us. The Greeks believed that this occurs when there’s an imbalance between the presence of ludus and eros in one’s psyche. Those who experience this form of love also become codependent, and may be perpetrators of abuse of their loved ones.

6. Pragma (enduring love). This is a mature form of love, having aged like fine wine with time. It’s commonly seen in couples who have been married for decades, and is something we all secretly yearn for – the companionship that looks beyond our limitations, yet loves us for our frail humanity. A love where we are accepted unconditionally and will never stray from us. It’s hard to find, and takes a lot of time and patience to cultivate.

7. Philautia (self-love). This is where having a “positive mental attitude” and engaging in self-care comes in. The Greeks understood that, in order to care for others, we must first tend to ourselves. This is not a sense of vanity, but an awareness and acceptance of who you really are, showing yourself compassion in darker times.

8. Agape (brotherhood). This is the greatest form of love there is, and the hardest to aspire to. It demands nothing less than feeling love for all human beings, compassion for all creatures, an acceptance and forgiveness of the flaws of humanity, and the desire to ease the pain of those who suffer. To see in the eyes of every human being your brother, your sister – when humanity, in your mind, becomes your extended family. It’s not about paying lip service to religions that preach compassion, it’s about showing love for others in every word and deed.

It’s a universal sign

Peter K: not gonna be a problem

*2 weeks later*

I’ve done one of these before, but felt like doing another today. :) Thanks to everyone who made the gifs. 

When you post a fic and wait for a response

When your mutuals and buddies give it love

When it didn’t get the response you expected

When it gets more love than you expected

When another writer you fangirl over likes or comments on your fic

When a brand new person you have never interacted with likes or comments on your fic

When you get a negative comment

When someone tells you your story emotionally compromised them

When your friends post their own new fic updates

When someone leaves a negative comment on a work written by one of your friends

When you finish reading one of your friends’ updates

When someone leaves a long and detailed comment on one of your fics

When someone includes your fic on a rec list

Walk?

AN: Was there any other way this could go? Nah, not really.

Prompt: Please don’t walk out of that door.

- You both woke up early, eve after a long night before. To seize every last moment you had together, a rise at seven in the morning was necessary. Plus you got to see Collins’ morning hair as he stood in the kitchen.

- “Morning.”

- “Hello, love.”

- Domesticity never appealed to you so much. Suddenly washing up with him was the most enjoyable experience of your life. Making the bed and folding his pyjamas to wash later in the day, his spare set already packed, was just lovely. Ignoring the post and the paper in favour of helping Collins finish his final checks however was not so thrilling.

- Collins made your lunch. Rations were lower than ever so he had to make do with what was available in the cupboards. Together, you ate in the living room. Breaking the rules just this once. 

- “No crumbs on the couch.”

- “I’ll wipe them off in a bit.”

- “Don’t you dare; you’ll get them on the rug!”

- Something so ridiculous that made you and Collins laugh over your sandwiches. 

- You couldn’t bear to see him at the station and he insisted on going alone so that both of your time together were positive. However, when lunch passed and it was time for him to go, you couldn’t help but ruin it with a whisper into his neck during your farewell hug.

- “Please don’t walk out of that door.” 

- Nothing you could say would change that he was leaving. Yet you still spoke. 

- Cupping your face, Collins kissed you without a word. His lips were slightly chapped; he’d been biting them a lot recently. Your Collins, with nerves of steel, fearless in the air, but the man had a tell. 

- When he pulled back, he held you for a few seconds more, studying your face. There was no need for him to remember you. How could he forget? And, just in case, he had two photos of you with him and at least one of those was always on his person. 

- It seemed as if he was trying to say goodbye with no speaking. You assumed it was becuase you were already crying and any response to your request would make you cry more. Watching Collins bend down to pick up his bag, you continued to follow his movements as he moved and turned away. Then he heartily skipped out the front door and spun on his heel to face you. 

- “There! I didn’t walk out of that door.”

- You burst into tearful laughter as he stood on the pavement, smiling up at you on the front steps. Ignoring another requirement in your arrangement, you met him again with a hug. 

- “I bloody love you.” 

- “I love you too.”

- A kis on the head and Collins pulled away, adjusting his uniform so there were no wrinkles. But there was a wrinkle on his brow, and his nose too, as he touched your face once more to wipe a stray tear, his own held back. His hand dropped and switched with the other to carry his bag. 

- “See you.”

- And he walked away, only looking back when your delayed “see you” was heard. He waved with a smile over his shoulder. He didn’t look as if he was about to go to war.

(Because oh my god, it’s so hard, and everyone’s all like stop feeling so bad about yourself and it’s like how???) 

Be naked. A lot. Sleep naked. Have sex naked. Eat cereal naked. (Or naked and wrapped in a sheet. Favorite thing.) 

Follow beautiful, confident, (un-photoshopped) body-positive babes on the Internet. Unfollow anything that makes you feel insecure. Exposure is key. You’re not going to get it if you don’t seek it out, because the media sucks and wants us to feel like shit about ourselves so they can take our money. (Some hashtags to follow: #effyourbeautystandards #bootyrevolution #blackisbeautiful #transisbeautiful #wheelchairlife #fatkini #fatshion)

Lingerie. Next best thing to being naked. 

Self care, babe. Different for everyone. (Me? Showers, books, shaving my legs, nature walks, dark lipstick, good playlists, clean rooms, candles, sexy time.) 

Get ready in your underwear. Boobs = happiness. 

Self portraits. Be pro-selfie. Take a million selfies. Take sexy selfies. Take no makeup selfies. Take bad angle silly selfies. Take artsy tripod selfies. Take everything-is-on-point selfies. You’re gorgeous; document your gorgeousness. You don’t even need to post them. 

Stop with the self deprecationnnnn. Pleeeeaseeee. It’s hard to control your thoughts love, I know, but you can control what you say. NEVER insult yourself out loud. Dare I say compliment yourself out loud? (And if you can, do your best to try to body-positive-ify your thoughts too.) 

Sex (including solo sexy time), wine, and chocolate. In that order. 

Share the body love. Compliment your girlfriends. Cultivate a nonjudgemental, supportive, lift-each-other-up “we’re so cute” friend group. Everyone’s insecure. Compliment your besties. And strangers, too. Be that person that makes everyone feel good about themselves when they’re around. 

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”

“Boys will be boys!”

“She should know better than to drink at a party…”

Third Wheel

AN: Since I said with the characters, I’m taking this and most of the others as Collins. Making an exception for two though, don’t worry :P Had a day off today so I got a bit carried away

Thank you to everyone who requested something for the anniversary! It may take a while to get through them all <3 

Prompt: I fell in love with you, not them.

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- It wasn’t that you weren’t pretty. It just hadn’t been acknowledged by those who did your younger sister. Other people’s opinions didn’t really matter to you but that one factor did take its toll. The focus on her seemed to be evident in all, including your neighbour Collins.

- The same neighbour who was over again, sat at the kitchen table while your sister poured the tea for him. Unexpected yet he should have been. This was the third time in a week.  

- “Y/N! How are you doing?”

- God, he had such a charming smile to go with his accent. It almost excused him for coming over so often, even after your apparent friendship during your childhood had come to a close and your crush had survived the heartbreak of him evidently flirting with your sister. Putting on a fake smile, you greeted him in return.

- “I’m doing good. We were going to go dancing tonight. Do you want to come?”

- You shoulda said no. You really shoulda. Instead, five hours later, you were sat at a table and debating your entire existence about joining on a pity invite. Collins had been kind enough to buy you a drink but it was another pity offer for sure. Your sister was sat on his other side and he was constantly looking away from you, probably at her. Yeah, you knew what he was up to.

- “Fancy a go on the dancefloor?”

- “Alone? Yeah, right.”

- Collins was rather thrown off by this, that you didn’t realise he was asking you to dance. Rubbing away his frown, he took a sip of his drink, cleared his throat and tried again - bluntly.

- “Y/N, do you want to dance with me?”

- “Really?”

- It came out harsher than you intended, coupled with an expression of disgruntled disbelief you also didn’t intend. Luckily for you, Collins thought it funny and let loose a little giggle.

- “Yes, really.”

- A slow song rose from the band as you stood up with him. Together, you stood at the edge of the dancefloor, Collins placing it on your waist and you yours around his neck. But you kept a respectable distance between the pair of you. 

- Again you shoulda said no to this. Ths song seemed to drag on for hours with the eye contact intensifying your awkwardness. Even when you started to loosen up, the tension grew unbearable when he leant in slightly, the tip of his nose brushing your skin. You ducked your head to break that eye contact, moving back; Collins suddenly stopped dancing.

- “Sorry, have I got the wrong end of the stick? I figured you were onboard and I’d go for it.”

- You glanced over to where she was still sat, talking to three other men. Collins’ hand touched your face to turn it back to him. 

- “I just thought… you and my sister…”

- “Why would you think that?”

- He took a deep breath before confessing so quietly you strained to hear over the band:

- “After everything we did as kids, learning more about you and seeing you get more and more beautiful every day, of course I fell in love with you, not them.”

- It was a joke. It had to be. Yet when you asked, Collins disgustingly dismissed those claims, and others: that it was out of sympathy, that he was winning a bet, that your sister wanted to know if you were after him. Not really knowing how else to respond, your arms slid tighter around his neck until your face was hidden in his shoulder. Unsure of how to move forward, Collins asked softly.

- “Will you let me take you on a proper date, Y/N? I won’t bring her, promise.”

- It was then your turn to start laughing. You nodded without looking at him, eventually lifting your head in time for a more upbeat tune to key up. Sharing a grin with Collins, you danced with more confidence and completely forgot about your third wheel.

Fidgeters

AN: Ok, so I know that Noah was born in 2014, which is before Jack met TGC, but in this AU they met at an open day for Jack’s drama school and became mates.

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- Noah has certainly picked up on Jack’s fidgeting habits. Y/N often finds him scratching over his cheek whilst talking, smoothing out nonexistent facial hair and running his recently bitten nails along his chin.

- When he and Jack did this simultaneously at the dinner table, Y/N burst out laughing, negating her spaghetti. It took about a minute for her to calm down and tell them what she had found so hilarious. Jack was rather smug about this and Noah was more than pleased to be like his Daddy. 

- Y/N has an album on her phone dedicated to live photos of the pair doing the same thing. Same laugh over Jack’s impressions, same fidgeting and stimming, same relaxed and casual position on the couch watching the footie. 

- “How’d you get them to move?”

- “You hold them down, Daddy.”

- “And how does the four year old without a phone know this but I don’t?”

- It’s all in jest, the pair thick as thieves even down to the gestures. 

- Noah spends a lot of time with Holly, sitting on the couch or on the floor, surrounded by cushions to support her in his lap. He talks to her a lot about nursery and the World Cup at the moment and Holly listens with rapt attention, her mouth open and her eyes focussed. Since Holly is currently four months old, it unlikely that anything is deliberate right now.

- However she does have a penchant for holding her right ear. She tugs on it when she sucks her thumb or when she sleeps. Y/N like to think that Jack inspired that. 

- So does Jack. 

Boo Boo

AN: Ok but why would you do this? I love my kids, don’t make me feel like this :’( 

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- So Noah actually really loves Holly. He loves her so much, even if he does get jealous every other day. She’s his baby sister and he knows to be careful with her. 

- Unfortunately, Holly is a bit of a drama queen. She’s a baby. That’s to be expected.

- There was one time. Noah was playing with his truck from Christmas 2017 for the first time in months. He was trying to be careful but he let slip the vehicle and it collided with Holly’s head, near the edge of the changing mat. A light bump but immediately Holly reacted as if she’d taken a sledgehammer to the noggin.

- Immediately, Jack was on the scene with the wet wipes he’d just gone to fetch a few seconds earlier in hand. Tossing them into the sofa, he scooped Holly into his arms where she roared her little head off. He clicked his tongue between cooing for Holly to calm down.

- “What happened, Noah? Are you ok?”

- Noah was crying too by that point. He didn’t want to get in trouble and the noise didn’t help. Dropping to his knees, Jack cuddled Noah and kissed his cheek, trying desperately to juggle his kids.

- “It’s ok, you’re not getting told off.”

- Between gulps and his stuttered breathing, Noah managed to explain over Holly’s crying which was muffled into Jack’s shirt. Once he understood, Jack asked for Noah to blow his nose (with the tissue he provided) and watch TV for a few minutes while he calmed down Holly.

- Complying, Noah tried to focus on the TV and mopped up his snot bubbles. He could still hear Jack pacing, trying to soothe his daughter. It took a good ten minutes of continuous crying before Holly calmed down. 

- When she was napping, Jack cuddled Noah in his lap and they watched TV together. Noah wouldn’t look at Jack though. He was too embarassed. So, with a soft tone and his cheek to his son’s temple, Jack explained to him that she was only a baby and learning everything. Anything that was new would make her cry.

- “So… I should bump her head more so she doesn’t cry about it, so it isn’t new!”

- Not the message Jack was hoping to inspire.

- But the pair continued to watch TV and Noah kissed Holly’s booboo with an apology once she was awake again. Y/N was filled in once she was home; she gave both her kids and her husband a cuddle for all being brave.

- Noah is now extra cautious and obviously still trusted to hold Holly in his lap, under supervision. But honestly it can’t be helped if sometimes he makes a mistake. He’s only four.

Summary: It’s just another birthday for you, but Chris is determined to try and salvage the end of it. 

AN: This is for @lowdensnose‘s birthday! Lots of love my nugget <3

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Good Enough For My Slugger?

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- Always overprotective, a stereotypical dad was Y/N’s father. 

- He first met Jack as a youthful, bright eyed twenty two year old who was just starting out as an actor. From the first mention of him, during one of Y/N’s visits, he decided not to like him.

- “There’s no money in it.”

- “Dad.”

- “Only a select few can get regular payment. Do you know for sure if he’s gonna be able to support you? No. No, you don’t.”

- Y/N gave up on him because it was late. But they lay down several warnings when Jack was meeting him for the first time. Begrudgingly, the in law accepted his fate with sucked teeth and forced small talk. Jack sensed this and really tried his best, bless his poor heart. He was doing good not taking it personally until Y/N’s father caught him alone to speak vaguely threatening words about him not being good enough.

- Naturally, Y/N was royally pissed off when Jack filled them in on the tete-a-tete. He was more caught up in the nickname than the degrading language.

- “Your dad still calls you Slugger?”

- “Yeah, he never got over me aging above six.”

- It would be Y/N’s mother who would have to remind the young couple that Y/N’s father was a very paranoid man, that he had done this to every other partner of Y/N’s and that he was simply worried about his “slugger”.

- “God, he’s so stubborn sometimes.”

- Years later, it shifted slightly. The “he’s too sarcastic” and the “I can barely understand a word he says” had grinded to a halt, probably because he was too tired to continue. The relationship had progressed to the enxt stage already.

- Still a youthful bright eyed actor, now twenty eight, and Jack was looking after Y/N and their family like his own. It was a slow burn surprise on Y/N’s father. It hit him when he finally got to see Jack and Y/N’s new house, recently arrived furniture, his Olivier award on a lower shelf to Y/N’s appearance in the Times for their charity side work.

- The tour was complete with the kitchen where Jack was already making dinner. Y/N greeted him with a squeeze on the hip and Jack let out a little giggle amidst dishing up the potatoes using the lavender from his own garden. Proper little dream. 

- When Y/N’s father caught Jack alone this time, he stiffly stuck out his hand. Jack accepted tentatively but playing the part of a confident man. 

- “I’m glad you finally asked them. Took you long enough… You’re good for them.”

- Jack threw a glance at Y/N behind their father, the engagement ring only a week old at this point. Then it was back to his in-law. Quietly, he thanked him and gave a firm shake of his hand. Some progress there after six years of “not good enough”, he finally progressed to “eh, alright”. 

The Big Four 

AN: Noah would see this part of War and Peace, because he wants to see what his Daddy is up to while he’s away. You can’t tell me that he would not demand that Jack give him a go at what’s in that gif. He would. Jack would do it anytime he asked. Stirring the broccoli with one hand and weightlifting his son with the other.

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- Holly was born on the fifteenth of February, which is forty three days before Noah’s birthday. Naturally, when he found out his sister was going to be at his party upstaging and embarrassing him, Noah heartily protested.

- “I don’t want her there. She’s always angry!”

- A well meaning request that was meant to preserve the fun factor of his fourth birthday, it was unfortunately denied because Holly was so young and still needed her parents nearby. Noah was a bit miffed but then he remembered that he was having a piñata and a bouncy castle and all was well. Holly was not allowed on the bouncy castle.

- Regardless of Holly’s refusal to adhere to a coherent sleep schedule, the party was organised on time. Y/N and Jack were shattered but they didn’t let it show for Noah’s sake.

- “It’s my BIRTHDAY! I’m FOUR!”

- They didn’t even complain about his battle cry as he jumped on their bed. 

- Presents were opened in the sitting room, Y/N filming whilst Jack held Holly in his lap. She was indifferent to the celebrations, still looking dazedly at her surroundings whilst Noah shredded up more wrapping paper. 

- His present from “Holly” was what he’d been asking for the most. It was bolded and underlined and spelt in capitals at the top of his wish list.

- She wriggled as he kissed her in thank you, batting his head with one of her mitten-clad hands. Jack jumped in, saying that she was still learning to high five properly. 

- “It’s ok, Holly. I know what you meant. Thank you very much.”

- The bouncy castle was set up early on and the family, minus Holly, gave it a quick test. Due to being much lighter than the combined weight of his parents, Noah shot up in the air and hit the netting overhead. It was the best moment of his life and he couldn’t wait to try to recreate it later when his friends arrived.

- Three hours later they did and it was a riot with the marquee set up over a picnic blanket. Noah’s entire squad from preschool ran about the garden, playing with his football and knocking each other over on the bouncy castle.

- Y/N was on the bouncy castle because she was the coolest person around and could bounce the highest and best, to quote the birthday boy himself. Jack was on entertaining Holly, bringing out the food and standby first aid.  

- “Just in case. You’re bouncing the kids pretty high.”

- “Our knight in shining armour.”

- Noah got just as much attention, especially during Holly’s naptime because then both parents were on the bouncy castle. Then there was the piñata, which everyone vigorously attacked with a tissue paper covered baseball bat, cheering as everyone was showered in tiny bags of sweets. Between bounces, Jack would pick the kids up and spin them about, just enough for them not to get sick. 

- The cake was the best part. Noah wriggled excitedly as Y/N appeared from inside with a pitch with a goal and a icing figurine of Noah scoring a goal, four glowing candles stuck in it. Jack filmed the procession and blowing out of the candles with Holly drooling on his sleeve. At the end of the day, when everyone was sent off with their party bags, Noah went back to the table and picked at the leftover mini sausages. Y/N did the same with the party rings and Jack with the sandwiches. Plenty of leftovers for dinner.

- “Thank you, Mummy. Thank you, Daddy… Holly, I don’t know what you did but thank you too.”

Get Up, Lazy Bones

AN: Here’s a similar fic I wrote a while ago called Lazy Days.

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- Tired, leaning on the table as they eat, Y/N let out a yawn. They should never had listened to Fionn when he mumbled a request for five more minutes. Now they were having breakfast alone. 

- Well, no longer.

- Y/N trudged back upstairs with the cooked food they’d slaved over for the past half an hour on a tray. The only evidence of a sleeping person in the bed was a foot and a hand from underneath the duvet.They placed it on the floor by the door, lest their wake up methods grow… violent.

- “Fionn? It’s time to get up.”

- A groan erupted from the duvet. As Y/N teased it from him, Fionn’s face appeared with his features screwed up at the sudden change in light levels.

- Fionn was not in fact very ticklish. He was very stoic whenever Y/N tried to scrabble their fingers across his body. However he had four weakspots: under the arms and on the soles of his feet. Usually his arms were pinned to his sides and his feet to the floor. In bed his arms were raised and relaxed above his head.

- The opportunity was seized. Fionn let out a squeak, his arms snapping to his sides as Y/N wriggled their fingers lightly against his arms. Now trapped there, he had no solace with Y/N tickled constantly until the duvet was wriggled completely to the floor.

- There, Y/N brought breakfast up but only their plate. When Fionn complained, they made a sarcastic remark about how he shoulda helped out. But he could tell they were joking when they smirked at him.

- Bringing up his plate, Y/N dragged the duvet up and tucked them both in. They bundled up together to share the tray for crumb control. Fionn apologised with a peck on the cheek and a side hug as they watched the TV. He also made the promise that the rest of his weekend off would consist of such lazy activities as these but with mutual laziness this time.

Travel Up North

AN: I passed first year of uni!

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- They were going to stay in Edinburgh for the Film Festival, then visit Jack’s parents on the way home.

- Since Jack was tired from his flight the other day, Y/N took the first shift. He played with Noah with sluggish movements in his games and conversation. When Y/N put the stereo on, Noah immediately started to warble noises that sounded like the lyrics but weren’t quite right pronunciation wise. He was having a wild time, the family all singing along

- “Again! Again!”

- “Maybe in a bit, love. Lady Muck fancies a change of song.”

- Noah strained himself trying to see Holly in the front seat. He caught a glimpse of her, pulling a face. He pulled one back and Jack fought hard not to join in, or laugh when Noah said grumpily:

- “She doesn’t understand real music.”

- At lunch they stopped at the services. Noah enjoyed a meal from Burger King with his parents, Jack feeding himself and Y/N chips whilst she fed Holly. More than once, he was caught giving dirty looks to those who would stare at his wife. It was kinda hilarious for Y/N, like he was a bloody guard dog. 

- “You’ll burn holes into ‘em, Jack.”

- “Good. Nothing wrong with our baby having lunch with us.”

- Holly took this time to burp loudly and throw up down her front and on Y/N. Now there was a guarantee that people were watching, regardless of Jack. Rolling her eyes, Y/N passed Holly over and wiped herself clean, buttoning up her blouse. She smelt so she made a run to the car to grab Jack’s hoodie, change into it.

- Meanwhile, Jack placated Holly, bouncing her on his knees with his hand patting her back gently in case there was anymore to come up. Noah grimaced but continued eating his chicken nuggets anyway. 

- Back on the road, Holly and Noah synced up their nap times, dozing off together in their respective car seats. Jack too passed out, leaning against Noah’s car seat. Keeping watch on them in the rear view mirror, Y/N continued to drive them to their destination in the comfort of her husband’s hoodie. 

- Another service stop was made so that Noah could use the facilities. He’d been badgering Y/N since he’d woken up half an hour before. 

- “Mummy… I really have to go.”

- “I know, love. But hang on a little longer. Either that or we stop and you pee on the side of the road.”

- Holly needed a change too, which Jack took care of so that Y/N could get some takeaway dinner for them. Then it was back in the old brass wagon with Jack in the driver’s seat. Y/N played with Noah in the backseat, singing resumed with Jack in charge of the stereo. Holly made do with the karaoke, poking her tongue out and blowing bubbles in her own little world.

- Finally they arrived at their hotel. There was a cot set up for Holly, a single for Noah and a double for the parents.

- “Let’s test out these beds, eh Button?”

- Jack asked before he tossed Noah into the air. He shrieked as he landed on his bed, startling Holly a little. But she looked more inconvenienced than scared, yawning as Jack pinned Noah to the bed with tickles. 

- Everyone in their pyjamas, the TV on a low volume, Holly rested in Jack’s arms, one of her hands grasping his t-shirt. Noah was in Y/N’s lap, talking away quietly to her with the gaps between his yawns getting smaller. Soon, both kids drifted off to sleep and were tucked into their beds with a kiss goodnight. Then Y/N and Jack tucked themselves in, an early night for the busy week to come.

Countdown

AN: I’ve gotten a fair few of these already, too similar to this request for me to write without copying my previous stuff, hence why this is so short. At the end,  I’ll link you to the ones I have already written.

Sorry I posted this early, without pasting everything.

- On the obligatory Christmas present of a calendar, Jack plotted the progression of your pregnancy: doctor’s appointments, his time away, when you could build and decorate the nursery and, of course, the due date.

- “Gotta do this right.”

- “Jack, give me some leniency. Even the bloke in Lady and the Tramp just circled the birth month.”

- But he liked to be prepared.

- Every day he was in DR, Jack skyped you to see how it was going. Calum was over for a week which was fun for you, even more so when he showed the to-do list Jack had sent him. It would be the subject of teasing for many months to come.

- Jack hugged you with dainty pressure when you were reunited. As soon as he was done kissing you and taking in your face after weeks away, he got to his knees in front of you. His lips pressed to the bump hidden beneath your t-shirt.

- “You’ve grown so much!”

- He could happily have spoken to the bump for hours but listened to you and put his feet up after his journey. In bed together with the two large pizzas with extra toppings, garlic breaf, curly fries, two litres of Coke, the usual meal to soothe your cravings.

- A hand of Jack’s stayed on your tummy, thumbing over your bellybutton. When he fiinished eating, he shimmied over and kissed the bump again.

- That was when he started talking again. Just little things, catching you both up on what he’d been up to. When you did the same, Jack alternated between looking at you and down at the bump. Nore kisses and even an Eskimo kiss graced the skin, his affection

- “Baby’s getting more loving than me.”

- “I’m sure there’s something else I can do between your legs that’s for your benefit.”

- Whilst you were giggling away at his silly response, Jack righted himself then crossed to the calendar, crossing out the date. Three days until the ultra sound. Until then, he’d have to keep you company. Kissing, cuddling, waiting on you abd just being an all round sarcastic softie, God what a travesty.

- He snorted at his own thoughts before getting back to your side.

Baby Fever - Jack is over excited to get you pregnant and taking everything as a sign that you’re knocked up.

Little Pink Plus - You telling Jack you’re pregnant the way you want to.

My Appeal and Part 2 (NSFW) - You feel insecure about your changing body during the pregnancy, especially since Jack has to do a sex scene at work with a prettier person. He shows you how beautiful he finds you.

My Turn - Jack is away during a lot of the pregnancy, but when he’s back he’s taking good care of your every need. 

Not In My Plan - You telling Jack you’re pregnant after only being together for a year.

Ultrasound - Jack talking to the bump a lot and finding out the sex.

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