and so the madness begins

I will never be over the sheer perfection of the Fiddler on the Roof movie. The almost all Jewish cast, the Jerome Robbins choreography, the wedding scene lit entirely by hundreds of Havdalah candles, the roseate glow of the Chavah ballet juxtaposed with the flat grey of “Far from the Home I Love,” Chaim Topol’s face.  It’s stunning and perfect and if I had to pick one piece of media to point to and say: “There. That’s my people,” that would be it.  

Thinking about the next chapter and everything, I think the worst part of it is that Mutsuki went to :re for Touka. He has the picture, he knows where that person is, and he suspects that Kaneki might be there BECAUSE of Touka. Mutsuki doesn’t know that :re is more than just Touka’s coffee shop, Kaneki has other friends there, friends he knows since he became a ghoul. But Mutsuki might think he’s there because he has a crush on her. The fact that he arrived and Kaneki was there, just as he suspected… :re, the place where Touka lives… it’s gonna be a mess. Once Mutsuki sees Touka, he will feel tremendously jealous. I’m not sure if Kaneki was the one closing the shop, but I feel like Touka will come back like “hey, Kaneki, are you done? can we leave now?” and Mutsuki suddenly sees her appearing and calling him like that and hoooly fuck, I don’t trust Mutsuki’s reaction at all.


Brother's Best Friend

Hello! Here’s a request I’ve been working on; I had fun with this one!

Request: @dragoncharmwitch - Could you make a text where you’re michael’s older sister and he finds out you fancy ash. And the boys set you up please :) // Sorry this one took so long!

Title: Brother’s Best Friend

Summary: When her brother and his friends find out that Y/N has a crush on Ashton, they decide to take action.

Words: 1k+

Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Nothing horrible.

“Shit,” you mutter, digging through the refrigerator. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you turn around and run a hand through your hair. “Michael!” you shout. You wait a few moments and, when he doesn’t reply, you cup your hands around your mouth and yell a bit louder. “Michael!

You hear a muffled “What,” from upstairs and groan in frustration.

“You took the last bottle of water, you prick!” you call again, but you’re met with silence. Naturally, of course; you can only assume your brother is in his bedroom with the door closed, his music up loud, and his headset glued to his ears so he can talk to his friends as he plays his video games. “Moron,” you grumble to yourself, slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing your keys from the table. Looks like you’re making a grocery run. Oh, well. You need snacks, anyway.

You head to the door, but when you open it you yelp in surprise as you nearly collide with another body. “What the hell!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise before your gaze focuses on a face you know all too well.

“Well, hello to you too, Y/N,” Ashton says with a cheeky grin.

You roll your eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Move over, Irwin,” you tell him, and you can only hope your face isn’t as red as a tomato.

So maybe you have a tiny, little crush on your brother’s friend. You’re honestly not sure how someone with a working pair of eyes couldn’t have a crush on Ashton. The guy is gorgeous. Half of your grade drools over him, including you. You suppose you’re lucky that he’s one of Michael’s best friends, granting you opportunities to see him outside of school several times a week, although you never quite understood why Ashton hangs out with a bunch of kids in the year below him.

“Well, what’s the password?” Ashton quips in regard to your demand, crossing his arms. He unknowingly flexes in the process, and your heart skips a beat.

“The password,” you say, still smiling, “is back up before I make you.

Ashton lets out a laugh (you’re pretty sure a swarm of butterflies was just set loose in your stomach) and steps away. “As much as I’d like to accept your challenge, Y/N,” he says, “you’re awfully intimidating when you threaten.”

Your smile grows and you step out of the doorway, making your way down the driveway before turning around to glance at Ashton. You could swear he just winked at you before he walked into the house, but you tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking. Still, though, after you’ve settled behind the wheel of your car, you pull out your phone to text your friend.

To: Michaela


Ashton Irwin just got here and the boy looks too good. I have actual tears in my eyes.

You add a heart-eyed emoji at the end of the message for exaggeration before you toss your phone into the center console and start up the car.


“Honey, I’m home,” you mutter sarcastically as you walk through the door. You’re juggling a six-pack of bottled water and two grocery bags as you stumble into the kitchen, dropping everything onto the counter at the first chance you get. You hear laughter from upstairs and realize that Michael has a few other friends over as well as Ashton; probably Luke and Calum.

You set to work putting away the few groceries you bought and take a bottle of water for yourself. You hear footsteps behind you, and when you turn around you see Michael standing behind you. “Uh, hi?” you say with a frown. Your brother looks slightly puzzled as he scratches at the back of his neck.

“Do you like Ashton?” he asks bluntly.

You blink, taken slightly aback by the question. “I—what? I mean, yeah. Obviously I like him. I kinda have to, considering he’s your friend and—”

“No,” Michael shakes his head. “Not like, platonically or anything. I mean it as in, like… more than platonically?”

A feeling of unease settles over you. How would he—

And then your eyes widen. You reach for your phone, quickly unlocking it and opening your messages. “Fuck,” you whisper when you realize that you didn’t, in fact, send your Ashton-related text to your friend Michaela, but instead to Michael. Damn them and their similar names.

You look up from your phone and notice that Michael is still there, standing awkwardly. “I…” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to word your next sentence. It’s no use lying at this point, you figure. Might as well admit. “I… find him… attractive,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else.

“You think Ashton is attractive?” Michael repeats, furrowing his brow.

“Yes?” you reply sheepishly, cringing slightly.

Michael shakes his head and you think you might die from awkwardness. There’s no way he won’t tell Ashton. Even worse, Ashton probably already saw the message. Shit, shit, shit, sh—

“I mean, coming from a straight guy, you’re not wrong.”

“Huh?” you ask, looking at your brother. Michael only shrugs.

“Ashton Irwin is an attractive male,“ he clarifies. “I’m straight, not blind.”

“Wait…” you begin, “so you’re not like, mad or anything?”

“I mean I’m not gonna lie, it kinda weirds me out,” Michael admits, “but in all honesty I think he’s sort of into you too, something I will never be able to understand—”

“Ha, ha.”

“—but, I guess it’s whatever. You guys flirt all the time and it’s kinda nasty, so Luke and Cal and I talked it over and figured we might as well help you guys out.”

At this point, you’re thoroughly confused. So, Michael is okay with the fact that you like Ashton? And he thinks Ashton likes you too? And he and his other friends are going to help you out? “What… what does that even mean?” you say skeptically.

“Just don’t worry about it,” Michael sighs. “It wasn’t my idea; Luke just thinks he’s a genius or something. I’m gonna go back upstairs now before I puke at the thought of you dating one of my best friends.”

“O-okay?” you stutter, watching as your younger brother heads back upstairs. You press a hand to your forehead and lean against the counter, letting out a deep breath.

What the hell just happened?



You groan as you hear Michael’s voice from down the hall. You just got comfortable on your bed. “What?” you holler back.

You don’t receive a reply, and you groan again, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot. Stretching your back, you slowly pad your way down the hall to Michael’s bedroom. The door is closed, so you knock. “Mike, what the hell do you want?” you demand. You can hear laughter and gunshots, meaning they’re still glued to their video game. “Mi—” you’re about to knock one more time before the door opens to reveal your brother’s friend Calum.

“Oh,” he says. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi?” you frown, trying to peer around him into the room. “Why did you guys call?”

Michael materializes behind Calum and grins. “We sent Ashton into the garage.”

“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Why, though?”

“We told him to find a ball. We want to play some pickup in the yard,” calls Luke from his spot in front of the TV.

“Cool…” you say, your frown deepening.

“We’re in the middle of a game, so could you just go help him?” Michael suggests, rolling his eyes.

You make a face of exasperation, letting out a sigh when you realize what’s going on. “Seriously, you guys?”

“Take the opportunity or leave it, Y/N,” says Michael. “Naturally I’d prefer for you to leave it, but I’m outnumbered.”

You look up at Calum and he shrugs, smiling innocently at you. “We just want to play some football.”

You close your eyes and press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Fine,” you say finally. “I will go help Ashton look for a ball.”

Without another word, you turn and head back down the hall.


You wish you were wearing something other than sweatpants and a tank top as you step into the garage, where Ashton is rummaging through the piles of junk. “Need a hand?” you call, straining to see him.

“Huh?” his head pokes around from behind a cardboard box and he grins when he realizes it’s you. “Oh. Hey, Y/N. How’d you know I was struggling out here?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just had a feeling. I can always tell when there’s a damsel in distress nearby.”

Ashton stands to his full height and stretches. “Damsel in distress?” he asks. “I take offense to that. Very emasculating.”

“It’s the twenty-first century,” you tell him. “Nothing should be emasculating. But, if it makes you feel any better, Mike and the other guys told me to help you.”

“Ah, so they’re the ones who can sense a person in distress.”

“More-or-less,” you agree, stepping forward. “So, you can’t find a ball.”

“I’m afraid you’re correct,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and glancing around.

You follow his line of vision, looking around the garage before your gaze lands on exactly what you’re looking for. “Well,” you say triumphantly, walking over to a box hidden behind Michael’s old bicycle that he’s used maybe like once in his entire life and reaching over to grab the black-and-white ball. “Clearly you didn’t look very hard.”

Ashton purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Guess not.”

You giggle and walk back over to where he’s standing, holding the ball out. However, when he goes to grab it, you pull it back toward you. “You know, this is gonna cost you,” you snicker, looking at him with arched eyebrows.

“Oh, really?” he replies with a grin, stepping closer. In response, you take a step back. You nod, and his smile grows. “Well, what’s your price?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your lips and looking up. “I think—” Before you can finish your sentence, Ashton lunges forward and grabs the ball. However, you had a strong grip on it and as a result, he pulled you forward as well. You end up a few inches away from him and laugh nervously, hoping your face isn’t growing red at the proximity. “You think you’re quick!” you remark, looking up at him and immediately wishing you didn’t.

The two of you hold eye contact for what can’t be more than one second before he speaks, but you’re like 80% sure it really lasts closer to five minutes (have his eyes always had that much green in them?), before he speaks. “Actually,” he says lowly, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching, “I know I’m quick.”

You steel yourself and tilt your head to the side in faux innocence. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you challenge.

“You want proof?”

“Yep,” you smirk. “Full proof, and maybe an essay written in MLA format with—”

Your sentence is cut off by Ashton’s hands on either side of your face and his lips on yours. You drop the ball, letting it bounce away across the concrete. You’re about to respond when Ashton breaks the kiss. “You talk too much,” he says, smiling at you. “How’s that for quick?”

You’re pretty sure you resemble a fish right now, your jaw dropping only for your mouth to snap closed, then fall open again as you try to process what the hell just happend. “Oh my god.”

Ashton’s expression changes to one of fear, maybe doubt, and he lets go of your face. “Wait, did I overstep?” he asks, taking a step back. “Shit, Y/N, I thought… should I not have…? Shit, I’m sorry, I—”

This time, however, you’re the quick one. Having (mostly) recovered from the first kiss, you don’t waste any time in closing the distance between the two of you, lightly grabbing the material at the collar of his singlet and pulling him toward you. “And you said I talk too much,” you say before leaning forward.

It feels nice to kiss Ashton. He’s good at it. The two of you break apart again, only to grin at each other and lean in once more. “You’re supposed to be bringing that ball up to the other guys,” you remind him against his lips, and he lets out a breathy laugh in response.

“They can wait a little bit longer.”


To: Ashton


So where does this leave us?

You chew on your lip anxiously as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, and you close your eyes when you tap it. The familiar whoosh of your message sending causes you to cringe. Do you sound desperate? Clingy?

Ashton and the other guys left about a half hour ago. The garage incident escalated to a brief makeout session before you and Ashton finally decided you were gone for too long. Exchanging awkward smiles, he left the garage and you followed a few minutes later. You didn’t see him for the rest of the night.

So now here you are, sitting on the couch while a movie plays on the TV and serves as background noise to your inner suspense.

Suddenly the telltale bubble appears on Ashton’s side of the screen, showing that he’s typing. “Shit,” you mutter. You close your messaging app and wait for his message to come through, and when it does, your heart lurches anxiously.

From: Ashton


You tell me, princess.

You roll your eyes before typing back a quick response.

To: Ashton


Don’t do that. You kissed me first.

From: Ashton


Fair enough.

He continues to type and your heart rate picks up. You look up at the TV in front of you. A clearly-suspenseful scene is playing out, and the lead character’s heartbeat is illustrated through the pounding of drums. Me too, you relate. A whoosh tells you that Ashton has replied.

From: Ashton


I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m into you, if you couldn’t tell earlier. And it seemed an awful like you’re into me, too. So, I’d like to act on this mutual interest, as long as you’re up for it.

You bite your lip again, but this time it isn’t out of nerve. You fight a smile as you type back.

To: Ashton


Sounds good to me.

To: Ashton


Oh, but you’re not asking me out over text. Just a heads up.

When Ashton’s reply comes in, you can’t help but kick your legs and laugh out of giddiness.

From: Ashton


Wouldn’t have it any other way. Talk to you tomorrow xx

“You’re welcome, by the way,” comes Michael’s voice as he enters the room with a soda in his hand, plopping down on the recliner that rests diagonal from the couch you’re on. He takes a swig from the aluminum can and raises an eyebrow smugly.

“Shut up,” you tell him, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad. The smile on your face is more than enough proof.



Every ending has a new beginning.

If Jungkook was a hyung, I wonder how Bangtan would’ve fare. Thank lamb skewers things are the way they are now.

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FIC: Go Easy

Rating: T
Pairing: Vetra Nyx & Sidera Nyx; f!Ryder/Vetra Nyx, pre-relationship
Word Count: 1,794
Summary: Sometimes, Vetra wished she could see herself the way Sid saw her. Maybe then she would have the nerve to do something about Ryder, instead of just hopefully, hopelessly waiting.
Notes: Post-‘Means and Ends’ (Vetra’s loyalty mission). No major main plot spoilers.
Also on: AO3

Took a few days for Sid to cool down. Took a few days for Vetra, too. Every contact who didn’t pick up, or gave her a hard time—it needled her a little, all over again. She’d spent time, dammit, not to mention resources, getting favors from those people. It wasn’t like she had to start from scratch, but the dent was there.

She saw Ryder’s side of it, though, as the days passed. That Sid was just trying to do something good. Those hazel eyes of hers soft when she said it. Ryder wasn’t usually soft, human or not, but Vetra got the feeling she was a marshmallow with her brother. It Scott pulled the genome for cats out of storage, Ryder would probably just laugh.

But that was Ryder for you: did her job, but didn’t dare take anything too seriously. Looked like a coping mechanism to Vetra. Ryder had been through a lot, the past couple months.

Before she could indulge that worry any further—she did too much indulging, anyway—Sid called. Finally.

“Hey, kiddo,” Vetra said.

Keep reading


Yuri Plisetsky,
15 years old,
GPF gold winner 🏅


Pregnancy - Carl Gallagher

Request: Can you do a Carl imagine where the reader Is pregnant and when the reader tells him and he runs away and the reader goes to Fiona crying and Fiona yells at Carl and fluffy ending please😀😀😀

Warnings: fluffy lil Carl, angry Carl, Carl being a dick

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 1231


“Carl, I have something to tell you, but you have to promise me that you won’t freak out” I say to Carl as I put my hands on his shoulders to try and get him to sit down on the couch. He nods at me when we are both sitting down so I put his hands in mine and begin to speak. “Carl, I went to the free clinic today” He nods at me listening to my every word.

“I’m pregnant, Carl” I whisper out, hoping he can hear me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He stands up and is now yelling at me “How could you let this happen? This is so fucking irresponsible of you” 

“Are you fucking serious?” I don’t know what the hell he thought was going to happen when he started yelling at me. 

“Are you seriously blaming this on me?” I am so mad at him I can’t help but stand and begin to walk away, I turn around to say one last thing “Maybe if you ever went to school you would know that it’s the sperm, which in fact comes from the penis that will get someone pregnant” and with that, I walk out the back door to go to the backyard.

This is where I see Fiona sitting and smoking on the stairs, I hated Carl in this moment. I felt like I was over reacting because how else was a 16 year old boy going to react to his girlfriend being pregnant. I heard the front door slam as I sat down with Fiona, I could feel the tears trying to work their way to the surface of my eyes but I wouldn’t let them. I didn’t want Fiona to see me crying because of Carl.

“What’s up with you, Y/N?” She looks at me and I give her a confused look “You came out here, sat down and didn’t say a word. You never walk into a room without saying a word” She nudges me with her shoulder and a fraction of a smile comes onto my face, I don’t feel like smiling right now.

“So, what is the problem?” Fiona asks me again and I feel like I have to tell her, she is like a sister to me even though I already have two.

“Don’t be mad” I look at her, I know she doesn’t want any of the kids to have children at a young age, I was here when Debby got pregnant and I saw how she reacted then.

“Fiona” I take a deep breath “I am pregnant” I tell her the same way I told Carl, maybe it will turn out differently this time. She lets out a deep breath and puts her head in her hands, I hear a low groan coming from her.

“Okay, we can deal with this” She stands up and starts pacing back and forth “You can just get an abortion like I did”

“I can’t just get rid of it, you know my family doesn’t have the money and they aren’t even going to let me in the house if I tell them that I am pregnant” I quickly say back, she knows all of this and still says it.

“I think Carl ran away, I told him and he said it was my fault then left” I told Fiona “I don’t know what to do, Fi. My life has gone to shit in just one day, how am I supposed to do anything with a baby” Fiona sits down beside me and hugs me. She hugged me until we heard the front door slam shut again. 

We walked back inside and like I suspected it was Carl, he was sitting on the couch when I walked into the kitchen to get to Debby’s room. I didn’t want to have to deal with Carl right now and I can’t just go home.

I make it to Debby’s room when I hear yelling coming from downstairs, it’s Fiona and Carl of course. Whenever they didn’t agree on something the whole house would know about it, Debby looked at me knowing it was my fault as soon as I got into her room.

I tell her everything that has happened and she was so excited for me, she said that it would be so much fun to have kids at the same time. But I can only see it as the rest of my life being taken away from me, I can’t do anything I want to do with a kid. She keeps talking to me to keep me distracted from the fight going on, I could only hear the muffled sounds through the wall.

I was laying on the bed looking at the ceiling when there was a soft knock on the door, I could hear the door opening slowly then a soft voice was heard.
“Y/N, can we talk” I turn my head to face the door, it was Carl peaking his head through. I sat up slowly, I could never be prepared for whatever is going to happen to us.

I walk into Carls room and sit on the bed across from the door, Carl walks in behind me and closes the door. He comes over to sit beside me on the bed, we both sit there in an awkward silence waiting for someone to speak, I know it’s not going to be me.

“I’m sorry, okay” Carl sighs, he was the first one to speak after almost 5 minutes, imagine that 5 minutes of silence with someone who just yelled at you.

“What are we going to do?” He asks me, he thinks I have thought up my life plan in the last 1 hour, he is dumber than I thought. 

“I have no idea, Carl” I sigh and look down to my fingers. I just want to go to sleep, I feel like this day has been going on forever.

“Hey maybe we can get on sixteen and pregnant and get money from being on the show” Carl jokes, but I can’t help but think about how good it would be to get the money from a tv show. I give him a weak smile and go to get up, Carl stands up behind me and reaches for my hand turning me around.

“I’m sorry baby” he points at my stomach and then looks back up to me “girl” Then he gives me a quick peck on the lips, when he pulls away he has a smirk on his face. He thinks he is so funny, making all of these jokes and it was but I couldn’t let him know that. 

He sits back down on the edge of the bed and looks at me, he softly tugs on my wrist to bring me down to his lap. He gives me a kiss on the forehead then, places a kiss on the tip of my nose. My smile is weak and I can feel the sleepiness growing stronger so I get off Carl’s lap and crawl into bed, I lay down and nudge Carls back with my foot indicating for him to come lay down. He gets into bed and snuggles up behind me placing his arm over my waist and onto my stomach, he begins to draw shapes onto it until I fall asleep.

Okay, Miss Bellum not being in the show or made to be an even better character steams me up. Like my stomach hurts. I’m so mad.

I can’t even begin to tell you about the number of gorgeous, driven, intelligent, more than capable women I’ve met in my life who’ve been managers and CEOs and presidents of companies who had to struggle because of their appearances to get to the positions of power that they held. They’re all such badasses and so tough and smart and strong and it’s always inspired me to be more outspoken and driven and take charge in my own professional career (and not care about how I look and to wear skirts and pretty things because I want to and not because I care about how men are gonna perceive me). It pisses me off because I admire all of these women greatly, and the girls’ admiration of Miss Bellum for actually being the woman in charge of running Townsville is one of the things I could always relate to. She was the woman I wanted to be, and a hero in her own right: assertive and bold and… agh, I seriously wanted her to be the new Mayor! Why was it so imperative of the new show runners to get Tom Kenny back? What, is the Mayor THAT important that you still have to have him running the town? Ugh.

So basically this is like the equivalent of a woman working hard to get to a higher position but getting fired once she aaaaalmost hits that peak. Screw that noise. These writers only think of her as some sultry dame who only serves as a sexual object when the whole point of her character was to subvert that. My god, are they dense or what? And do they really think kids are that dense too?

Or maybe they actually believe that if a person dresses sexually or looks sexual that that’s their whole purpose, or that they’re asking for sexual attention from men. Um. Sorry PPG writers. I believe that’s called slut shaming and is something feminism opposes.


Catalina didn’t know where to look as he stared at her. His eyes drifted down her body, excruciatingly slow, as if he was taking in every detail of her. The suffocating tension in the air grew to a dangerous level.

She had just apologised to him and his reply was a stare off? 

A quiet mutter broke the silence between them as he turned his head to look away from her. Her mouth felt dry, had she hurt his feelings? She knew that she didn’t do anything harsh enough to deserve the hostile look in his eyes. What was wrong with him?

“Fuck it.” He whispered softly, probably thinking she wouldn’t hear him. But Catalina heard it as loud as day, and watched as he turned his body away from her. 


Sam MekJong reacting to AhRo’s erotic stories.

hamilbroke  asked:

Can you give me headcannons of how the hamilsquad would react to Rosie's first heartbreak? Also how the reader would react will be nice. Lots of love 💕

oooh, i’d love to! i miss writing for rosie. i added little drabbles too if that’s okay! in this case, her partner broke up with her. 


  • he’s confused at first
  • he loves rosie a ton so he’s like “how the heck does someone else not love her?? just look at my daughter” 
  • so he gets a little mad–especially when rosie begins to cry
    • when rosie cries especially because of another person, he’s ready to fight them
    • alex: “wait..what did he say to you when you broke up?”
      rosie: “h-he said, i love you, i’m just not in love with you”
      alex: “what thE FU-” 
  • he’s angry pissed at the boy/girl that did this to her
    • rosie deserves the world. anyone who fails to give her that is dead to alex
  • once he calms down, he checks up on rosie
  • he’s not entirely sure what to say…he never thought he’d ever have a kid–let alone a daughter so he’s struggling a little
  • eventually he writes it all down on a piece of paper and sticks in on rosie’s desk
  • when she reads it, she cries and hugs alex before he leaves to go to work
  • he breathes out a sigh of relief–his baby girl is okay

“Rosie, forgive me for not having the words to tell you this yesterday. I hope you know how loved you are. Please don’t let this one circumstance hurt you. She/He is an idiot for saying no to you. You are wonderful, beautiful, and so amazing. You, my dear, are full of a light that outshines the others. One day, she/he’ll realize this and he’ll realize the mistake he made by turning you away. But you will find love–I’m sure of it. Until then, I’ll love you always. Always and forever.” 


  • so the other boys might be like “i’m ready to kill this boy,,” but john would be more concerned about rosie
  • he hates seeing her cry so he’s just trying to cheer her up
  • most likely to convince you all to let her stay home for as long as she needs to
    • you: “john,,, she has to go to school” 
    • john, holding rosie close to his chest: “nope nope nope nope nope”
  • hugs her really tight and talks to her through it
  • ultimately just tries to cheer her up
  • he reminds her that she’s enough and that she is worthy of being loved!
    • just because this one person didn’t love her doesn’t mean that she will never find love again
    • this person just wasn’t meant for her and that’s okay

“Rosie, sweetheart?” He peeks into her bedroom. She’s clutching a pillow, tears in her eyes. “Hey, c’mere.” 

“I know, I know.” Rosie slumps into his arms and John shushes her gently. “This can be a good thing.” 

“H-How?” She whimpers, blowing her nose. 

“It just tells you that this person wasn’t meant for you. I know it hurts. It’s gonna hurt for a while.” He brushed her tears away. She sniffled, her lower lip trembling. “But one day you’re gonna find someone that is going to love you for the rest of your life. And he or she is never gonna let you cry like this.” He kissed her forehead. “Until then, you got me and your dads and your mom to love you, alright?”

Rosie sniffed a little, nodded. “Thanks, P-Papi.”

“Course, love. How does ice cream and a movie sound?”


  • he’s ready to kill
    • him and alex are ready to cut somebody up–they’re waiting for rosie to give them the word
    • she just cries which freaks him out
    • she goes to laf since he’s the closest one to her and she just sobs
  • laf does his best to comfort her–mostly with cliche quotes
    • rosie appreciates it because they do hold some truth
    • it mostly makes her laugh because you and herc groan a little as each saying gets a little cheesier
    • herc: “babe, you sound like a pinterest board”  
    • laf, probably at one point: “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened” 
    • you: “thAT’S ENOUGH”
    • okay his cliches aren’t that bad,,, he kind of rewords them so they’re not as bad as the original
  • he’s just trying to be positive
  • like john, he just wants to see her smile again
  • gives her lots of hugs and kisses 
  • takes her shopping to buy makeup/clothes/get her nails done so she can feel good about herself again

“Mon fleur?” Laf looked down at her. She was still crying into his chest. Laf held her close. “Everything happens for a reason.” He whispered, bringing her eyes to his.

“Oh, yeah?” She says bitterly. “What reason is t-that?”

Laf purses his lips together before saying, “Maybe so something even better can happen to you in the future.” Laf gave her a little smile and brushed her tears away. “Forget about him. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worthy of you, Rosie. You’re going to find someone who is.”  


  • he doesn’t care about the boy/girl
    • they’re pretty much dead to him
  • he’s worried about rosie. he knows how hard she could take this
    • it’s hard enough being a teenager!! heartbreak doesn’t make it any easier!!
  • he gives her the best advice
  • while laf is giving cliches, herc is being more realistic
  • rosie appreciates it a lot
  • he hugs her tightly and says up with her if she wants to talk
  • he’s had his heartbroken to so he understands what she’s going through

“I know right now you’re not feeling like you’re enough,” Herc says softly, sitting beside Rosie on the couch. “But you are.” He squeezed her hand. She looked up at him with a little nod. “So yeah, Laf’s right, it is his loss. Laf’s right when he says time will heal and he’s right when he says you’re young. You’ve got plenty of time to find your soulmate. Don’t rush it. When he or she comes around, you’ll be ready and because you’ve felt heartbreak before, your true love is going to be that much sweeter.” 

Rosie smiled a little, managed a nod. “So, what you’re saying is that there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” 

Herc laughed, and the two broke out into little smiles. “Exactly.”

“I’ll be patient then.” Rosie wiped away the last of her tears. She quickly lunch her arms around Hercules’ neck. “Thanks, Dad.”  


  • mom mode activate
  • you don’t want to kill the boy/girl,, not yet anyways
  • rosie is your priority
  • you and laf team up to take her out to the mall
    • you buy her makeup/new clothes/whatever she needs to feel good about herself again
  • you’re very protective of her
    • when the boys are getting too overbearing, you call them off
    • you do your best to boost her self esteem
    • she’s still trying to figure out who she is and what she likes
    • you don’t want her to question her worth
    • you have a much more serious girl talk about insecurities, love, and everything in between

“Don’t equate your worth to how many people have loved you or will love you.” You told her, sitting on the bed with her. She had her head resting on your shoulder and you absentmindedly stroked her hair. 

“It doesn’t mean anything. When I was your age, all the boys liked this one girl and she was absolutely horrible. She was a snake.” You managed a little laugh. “Anyways, just because this one boy doesn’t love you doesn’t mean that no one else will. He’s stupid or gay.” You snickered and Rosie laughed a little too. “You don’t need to change anything about yourself, okay? You are beautiful and strong and important and you are wonderful all on your own. You don’t need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to tell you that.” You looked down at her and kissed her cheek. She was a little better, a little smile was on her face as she hugged you tightly.

“Thanks, Mom.” 

“Anytime, baby girl.”