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The Train - Part Two

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4100

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

“I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says.

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

“Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.

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Harry felt empty.

Drinking seemed pointless and as did life. He found himself wishing he could be a part of crowds, go out and enjoy life, but he couldn’t. Every time he did force himself to go out he was counting down the seconds till he could be back in his own space. He felt as if her were drowning, as if he were sinking and everyone just happened to swim right by him. He felt like he was screaming for help, for someone, for anyone to just hold him, to just lay with him, but no one listened.

He had disconnected from everyone completely, shutting off his phone, not checking his emails, or even going on social media. The only time he left his house where for the meetings, anytime Seth could fit him in, and train rides. Each and every time he hoped Y/N would be there, but after three meetings he had given up.

Harry hadn’t showered in three days and he looked like it. He wondered if he smelled but he really didn’t care. He had no one to impress and at this point anything he did felt like a ten-mile race. He almost didn’t show up for group therapy because that meant getting out of bed and facing the reality that is life. The world that tells him what he’s feeling is all in his head and he needs to get over it and write more music. The world that tells him it’s okay to have a fever or break his leg, but the moment he feels alone and numb he needs to get over it. The world that wants Harry Styles but not Harry Styles.

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Francis put the guys through a series of exercises before filming the movie. One was having them play tackle football with local Greasers. Even with Rob leading them, having experience in the game, they were losing. 

We attempt to regroup in the huddle. “Okay, I’m taking over here,” says Swayze, wild eyed. “No. No, you’re not,” says fifteen year old Tommy Howell. His quiet tone and earnest demeanor have us all listening. “These guys are looking for a story to tell their girlfriends. ‘Honey you shoulda seen it, we popped those Hollywood actors good!’ Well that’s not going to happen on my watch. I’m done. Cause if i break a leg doing this, I’m out of this movie in two seconds and on the next flight home. And I’m not gonna lose this part on a stupid fucking exercise. It’s over. Francis can fire me if he wants to,” he says walking away. There’s no denying his logic.

Lose My Number - Part Uno

Originally posted by cherry-midnightmoonlight

Prompt: Reader is assigned with a group of agents to be trained by Captain and Bucky, whom she used to date a few years back when the relationship ended when she ghosted him. Also inspired by “Lose My Number” by James Blunt. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Words: 720.

A/U: New story coming at you! Thought of it while listening to James Blunt, so yeah. Hopefully you’ll like it! (if you do, don’t hesitate to leave a comment. Feedback is lovely and feeds writer’s souls.) Anyways, enjoy!

Lose My Number Series Masterlist - Parte Dos

Y/N’s teacher might not be able to shut up. Like, she thinks it might be a condition. Sure, his classes are fun and interesting, not to mention important. But she’s got things to do, like getting to her training session in the Avengers tower to become an agent. Obviously, that was not a fact she could divulge with anyone, so she had to wait until her teacher had enough and run towards the tower.

She decided to use her last twenty dollars and hail a cab. That way she wouldn’t be as late.

Ten minutes later, she was hurrying down hallways in the direction she had been informed by the guards. She found the training room quite easily and all of the other hopeful agents were sitting down or leading on walls, waiting. Training hadn’t begun yet and she sighed in relief, no one wants to be late on their first day.

She put her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath, a tall slender man with black hair, olive skin, and deep brown eyes headed her way, bottle of water on hand, “You seem to need this,” he offered.

She accepted the bottle gladly and took a long sip, “I did, thank you.”

“I’m Aaron, by the way.”


“Did you ran here, Y/N?”

“Almost, my teacher wouldn’t end the class.”

He smiled, “Studying and training to be an agent. You’re a brave one, aren’t you?”

She laughed, if only. She had applied ages ago, and happened to get accepted in the training program her last year of University. “Didn’t have much of a choice, but here I am.”

“Well, I gotta say I’m glad to be over with that,” he said, “What are you majoring in?”

“Political studies,” she said, “what about you?”

“I went to nursing school, it might come in handy if we pass this training,” he said, “Hopefully the trainers aren’t that bad, though I’m sure they’ll kick our butts, the ought to do that.”

“I heard it was going to be Captain America himself that would train us,” she said, “that’s a little intimidating, isn't’ it?”

The chatter around the room was interrupted by Steve Rogers’ voice ringing out as he got in, “I’m sorry by the delay, guys, but let’s not waste time. Everyone pair up so we can start,” he ordered.

Y/N placed the watter bottle in a nearby table, and looked at Aaron who was already smiling at her, “wanna pair up, nurse?” she asked smiling.

“Sure do, senior,” he said.

She laughed and went to stand next to him ready to listen to Steve’s lesson.

“This is a five weak course, we will do a field exercise, but most of the time will be here. This course is physically demanding, so you have to be ready for that. No doing anything that will hurt you or overexert you. Understood?”

“You heard that, senior? No more running from class to here,” he said nudging her.

She smiled, “unlikely, since I’m about to enter finals. My teacher is a necessary evil if I want to pass.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows, “ouch.”

She snorted, “yeah, I know.” She said as she stretched body as Steve had indicated them few minutes earlier, “at least, he doesn’t seem to be that bad,” she said indicating the Captain.

“Granted we have just started,” he said, “and I have no idea how long the sessions will last,” he stretched as well.

“Hey, be more optimistic, I think is going great so far,” she said. Just then, the door opened and in  walked a man, brown hair, blue eyes, metal arm. Just as he positioned himself next to Steve Rogers, and excused himself for being late.  Y/N’s smile vanished from her face, being replaced by a frown instead, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Aaron looked back and forth from Bucky Barnes to Y/N, estranged at the change in mood her new friend had had, “You know him?”

Their conversation caught the attention of the trainers, and soon enough, Bucky’s expression matched Y/N’s. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking surprised and angry at the same time, “Y/N, is that you?” asked the soldier, “What the hell are you doing here?”

She groaned, this would be a long course. 



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My Type | Taehyung, You

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai

I’m much more me when I’m with you

Bree drummed her fingers against the pole to the beat of the song playing through her earphones as the bus stopped. Tossing a quick glance at the door, a tall figure stepping onto the bus and swiping his card before walking down the aisle past her and taking the seat just next to her caught her eye.

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This year Gobelins l'école de l'image school did a huge step towards 3D. Here we are, the end of 1st studying year and our project is complete! Have to tell you, from the very beginning I was so excited about the task and an opportunity to work in a team. Thanks a lot to you, guys, who were standing next to me in a struggle for an idea. The result is in front of you!

(Magic Academia) Familiars

Let it be said up front, Oscar really did like animals. Back on the farm, he may have mostly been involved with growing things, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy working with animals. Chickens, cows, sheep, pigs; the young man got along with them pretty well.

With that being said, they were just ordinary animals. Not magical beings that had sentience and could cause permanent physical or mental damage if they wanted to.

Which perhaps explains why Oscar felt the increasing desire to slowly back away before running away as fast as he could with all of the familiars’ eyes on him. Heck, the little wolf’s fangs alone were enough to make him sweat. But he knew that he had to get used to them so when Jaune was about to take the familiars out of the dorm for some exercise Oscar had asked to help.

And now here he was, out in the Courtyard where seven familiars of his new friends eyed him unnervingly.

Right next to him, Jaune Arc eyes the former farm boy with a concerned expression. “Are you sure you want to do this Oscar?”

The young man gulped, but nodded. “Yeah. Professor Port said that I’m almost ready to get my own familiar, so I really need to learn what to expect. Anyway, I’m sorry I’m bothering you.”

Jaune shook his head. “Don’t be, caring for these guys and girls is one of the things that make it clear I can use magic, but that doesn’t mean doing everything on my own is completely enjoyable. Besides, I owe you after what happened with Cardin. First things first, how much do you know about getting familiars?”

“Professor Port said that no one has any control over what kind of familiar they’ll get though what animal does end up choosing you can occasionally indicate what kind of magic you specialize in or something about you as a person.”

Jaune nodded. “Right, you have no control over what ends up picking you. That’s why you could get anything from a harmless little mouse to a fire breathing dragon.”

Oscar warily glanced at the golden dragon not too far away. “Well, I think Yang has us covered on dragons.”

“Fair enough. Anyway, familiars have a lifelong bond with their magic user. If the magician dies, so does the familiar. It also kind of links them mentally. Don’t be surprised if it takes a while to understand your familiar. They don’t really understand you until some time has passed. Starting out, it’s kind of like taking care of a baby, which I got really used to with my sisters’ familiars.”

Oscar nodded. “Got it.”

Jaune smiled. “Good. Alright, we’ll start this from least scary to….well, you get the idea.”

Hazel eyes warily glanced at the still glaring wolf. “Can we leave off the wolf for last?”

“You know, if you want a chance with Ruby, you’re going to have make peace with her. But alright. Okay first up, Suzu come here!”

A rather big fat grey and white cat preened for a moment before making it’s way over to where the boys were. The feline familiar looked up at them smugly before Jaune took out some kitty treats. “Okay, okay; here’s your treat.”

Suzu snapped them up quickly, licking her lips as she rubbed Jaune’s legs before going over to Oscar. The tanned boy sat on the ground to her, which allowed the cat to crawl into his lap so he could scratch her head. “Can’t believe this is Blake’s familiar. Their personalities are complete opposites.”

“Yeah, you should see her get along with Zwei. They absolutely LOVE messing with her.”

Oscar looked a tad surprised as Suzu climbed out. “Huh, I guess it’s true what they say. Even the worst of enemies can unite for a common cause.”

“Yeah, true enough. Next up is Mr. Pancake, but I really don’t want to rush her.”

Oscar’s eyebrow rose as both looked at the sloth, who looked ready to go back to sleep next to a small panda who looked also ready to fall asleep. “I still can’t believe Nora named a male sloth Mr. Pancake.”

Jaune’s expression was incredibly deadpan. “Well, you haven’t lived with her long enough. And since Ping looks like he’s ready to nod off, I’d suggest not getting close. Pandas are pretty vicious when they want to be.”

The blonde then turned to an artic fox, pulling out a pretty looking hair brush and giving it to Oscar. “Okay Celsius, grooming time!”

What would have sent most pets running in fear, sent the little artic fox dashing into Oscar’s lap. It’s tail wagged for a moment, anticipating being made pretty.

Oscar cautiously began grooming, relaxing a tad with the little white fox. “Huh…Weiss must do this a lot.”

Jaune nodded, not noticing a body with four legs rushing towards him. “Yeah, she does.”


And with that, Jaune was now beset with lion licking from a young lion cub to which he protested. “Titan! Stop! We talked about this! Besides, Pyrrha isn’t here right now!”

The lion did not stop in the least, to Oscar it looked as if the lion liked messing with Jaune.

Finally, the golden dragon roared at the lion, as if admonishing him. The lion seemed to roll his eyes before going back over to where the dragon was.

Oscar felt a tad surprised at the turn of events, stopping his brushing to which Celsius got out of his lap. “Wow, Titan really likes you.”

The blonde sighed. “Yeah, but it’s kind of getting annoying. I’m pretty sure he keeps getting me and Pyrrha alone together on purpose. Once when I fell asleep in the lounge area, he dragged me back to the bedrooms and put me in Pyrrha’s bed while she was there sleeping. Man, waking up that morning was awkward! Though….come to think of it, I think Ping might have done something similar to Nora with Ren back during the Dance.”

The hazel eyed teen glanced towards the lion who looked rather smug at what Jaune was saying and the panda whose ears were twitching. Note to self; familiars will occasionally ship their owners.

Then he glanced to where the dragon was, seemingly eyeing everyone. “It seems like Fang is the one in charge here.”

Jaune nodded, going over to scratch behind the golden horns which the dragon seemed to love by the way his tail was wagging. “Yeah, he’s the one who seems to run these guys when no one is here. Then again, that might have to due with the fact he’s a dragon and the most dangerous animal here.”

Then came the low growl which had Oscar gulp. He slowly turned around to see the small gray wolf cub eyeing him like she’d love nothing more than to eat him.

He felt his voice crack as he tried to smile. “Hi San…..”

San snapped her fangs at him causing the former farmhand to yip and scramble to his feet, hiding behind the Arc.

Jaune sighed before he addressed the wolf. “Now San, do you really think Ruby will be happy if you maul him?”

The wolf did not look happy, but nonetheless stopped snarling.

Oscar peeked out from behind. “I swear she’s plotting my death.”

Jaune shook his head before getting a pensive expression “No, she’s not. She just doesn’t like anyone getting close to Ruby; she didn’t even like Yang or the rest of her family at first. Actually, now that I think about it aside from Ruby, I was the only one she liked that first week. Maybe she was pitying me for not having a familiar of my own…”

That diverted Oscar’s attention, knowing very well Jaune had some confidence issues with his magical abilities given that he lacked a familiar and lacked an elemental affinity. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s funny, sometimes when I used to think about lacking a familiar, Chronos would come over here.”

The name sounded rather familiar that Oscar spoke without really thinking about it. “Ozpin’s familiar?”

He nodded. “It was kind of creepy how that owl always seemed to know what I was thinking, but in a way it was like he was trying to cheer me up. At first I thought he liked in checking in on all of the students, but according to Qrow Chronos didn’t like leaving Headmaster Ozpin’s side. That’s why I can say without a doubt that Ozpin is dead since Chronos isn’t around any more.”

Oscar fell silent for a bit, uncertain why he suddenly felt this wave of sadness over a familiar he had never met before. Finally, he spoke up. “Well, if familiars die when their magicians do, that makes sense.”

Jaune nodded, turning away and pointing in that direction. “Yeah, I’m going to go get San’s favorite toy, maybe she’ll focus on chewing that instead of you.”


He waved Oscar as he left, feeling a little bad but also kind of satisfied at getting Oscar out of his comfort zone. “She’s not a hellhound! And like I said, you need to make peace with her if you want any chance of asking Ruby out!”

Oscar was about to call out the obvious crap Jaune was doing by leaving him alone when a sudden bark made him freeze. He turned slowly to see the wolf, not looking all that happy.

He cursed inwardly as his voice cracked. “Mercy?”

Then the wolf just shook it head, her eyes still looking angry. You are so lucky that Ruby threatened to take away my treats if I bite you again.

Oscar shrugged before realizing what was wrong with that line. “Oh good….wait, you can talk?!”

She seemed huff at that. No you dense idiot, but all familiar are capable of telepathic communication. However, normally a magician only hears once they’ve gained a familiar of their own. You’ve got quite a lot of magic, Kansas.

Oscar shot a dry look at the wolf. “Don’t call me that.”

I will call you what I please. And the day you hurt my mistress, I will rip your entrails.

“Pleasant. Anyway, why are you talking to me now?”

Because of Jaune. That young man has done quite a lot for me and the others as well as Ruby. If you can friends with him, I suppose you’re not all bad.

He was rather surprised by the wolf’s answer. “You really like Jaune that much?”

Of course, all of us do. Mainly because he’s…..well, he’s different. You see, most magicians by now have grown into their elemental magic and gained a familiar.

“Are you saying know why Jaune doesn’t have that stuff?”

Oh, he actually does. But the thing is, he’s not ready.

Oscar felt midway between surprised and confused. “Excuse me?”

It’s not the fact he doesn’t have power. In fact, his latent potential is quite astonishing. The problem is that his elemental power, the eighth element, usually surfaces only one in a generation, occasionally skipping it, and that power is a late blooming one.

“Wait, what do you mean? I thought there were only eight elements.”

San seemed to grin at that. Get me some treats and maybe I’ll tell you more.

Yeah bad cut off point, but I can’t write anymore than that right now.

Familiars: San(Ruby), Celsius(Weiss), Suzu(Blake), Fang(Yang), Mr.Pancake(Nora), Ping(Ren), and Titan(Pyrrha). I may go into why I choose those animals for them in another post.

But next time, I think it’ll be either a Rose Garden or Flown North post.

Daveed Diggs' Conditioner Put To The Test

Okay, I finally did it, guys. Before I start, here are a few things you should know:
+He uses OGX Coconut Curls (which is what I bought)
+I have curly, curly hair (the kind that, if you brush it when dry, will puff up)
+I am writing this review after 9 hours
+I did exercise today and get sweaty, which might have affected this
+My previous conditioner was Garnier Fructis Sleek and Shine (the green one)
ALRIGHT. To start off, this smells HEAVENLY. No joke, I have the bottle next to me just so I can smell it. It has a nice coconut-y scent, which I found dissipated once my hair dried. Which, if you don’t like scented things, is very good for you, but it made me sad. Once I washed this out of my hair (I left it in for about 4 minutes), I noticed it didn’t feel as silky as my hair did with my previous conditioner (see above). I added a bit more and waited, but still, not AS silky. Anyways, styling it was about the same as it always is, but more Coconut-y! So that was fun. I wore my hair down, btw. Before I talk about the claims, I’d like to inform you that I got 2 compliments today, which is 2 more than I usually get. I think the first one was because she saw me checking my hair in the mirror, so I’m not sure if that counts. Anyways: the claims on this conditioner were:
+“Helps to enhance natural softness”
This is a bit of a weird claim, but whatever. My hair DOES feel quite soft, so we’ll give it that. I’d say, on this claim, 5/5
+“Boost decadent spirals”
This was kind of worded in a strange way, but after looking at myself in the mirror, yes! My decadent spirals have been boosted! Usually, my hair unwinds a bit, but I can distinguish each curl, which is nice, of you like your hair to look like that. I’d say 4/5
+“Tame frizz for beautiful tumbling waves with bounce and shine”
NO, NO, NO!!!!! My hair is SO frizzy. Like, really. Frizzfest 2017. Not. Impressed. 1/5.
Okay, so, overall, it was okaaaay. The frizzy part definitely clouded over everything. HOWEVER,
we all know that Daveed has PERFECT. HAIR. So clearly, it works for him. One more thing: I have curly hair (I’m Hispanic), and he has, what some might call, ethnic hair. So, if you have ethnic hair and have tried this product, please reblog this post with your thoughts. Anybody who’s tried this, please reblog with your thoughts or message me about it, because I’m curious. Thanks!

I had the time to finally got time to start exercising again. I felt a lot better and a lot motivated after which is great.

It’s been like around 4 months? But anyways, I took like a 35 minute exercise around the town park here. I had to start small again, I was getting tired easily and I’ll collapse any further than that.

It was really nice to see new changes like a new paint job on a few things, the new fences around the basketball court, more flowers, trimmed glass, fixed things here and there, removed broken trees, replanted other trees and more.

I can’t wait to start making this routine again. I need to thank @ask-ickle-mod as the serving inspiration to get me exercising again.

Well, see you guys on the next update.

songwriters pt. 2

part one

Originally posted by yoongijae

After a successful meeting, Jung-ho took you out for lunch.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N, to be honest I never thought you would make it this far so quickly”, he said enthusiastically, opening the door of your favourite indie café for you.

“Thanks sunbaenim…although I’m not too sure if that’s a compliment…”

“Of course it is!! In this business you have to fight it to make it, and this basically landed on your lap without any effort. Ride the wave as long as you can.”

Jung-ho had a way of reminding you of how the music scene operated and selflessly believed in you and other artists he managed. You couldn’t help to feel a bit bad for him, his own career in music having stopped short after a vocal chord injury, and you vowed to do your best to represent him and his fiancée and your former piano teacher, Young-ja.

“I’m not really sure what I’ll have to do with them. It seems like they want me to make sure that what Suga and Rapmon come up with fall in line with international genres? And why are they so into R&B, I thought that wasn’t their thing?”

“I think that might be it, actually. Their international popularity is growing and they need more and more guidance as they enter the American charts. I have to admit I’m not sure why they’re venturing into R&B but it seems to be a trend amongst hip hop Korean artists anyway so definitely rehearse the covers you have under your belt in case they ask you to sing.”

As both of you sipped on steamy americanos and ate your bagel sandwiches, you started thinking about how BTS would sound if they produced an R&B song and couldn’t help but laugh a bit trying to imagine them singing RESPECT.

After a few days, Jung-ho e-mailed you the details of your first assignment.


Bang PD e-mailed me and wants you to coach BTS with some American songs next week. They rehearsed Erykah Badu’s Honey and Stevie Wonder’s Superstition and their vocal coach will be present. You can do it right? Let me know quickly.


You beamed. Erykah Badu and Stevie Wonder? These guys weren’t joking around. You replied a hasty “I’m on it, sunbae. Any time after Tuesday is fine” and ran straight to the piano. You started playing ‘Superstition’ out of memory, the song being an old favourite of yours. You sang with confidence, and played with different tempos and experimented with different riffs and runs. You were in your element and felt confident that you could coach this song well. You prepared by searching the context and meaning of the lyrics, and tried singing in different keys, expecting the boys to have a lower register than yours. You wrote down a few notes for yourself in Korean, a bit nervous to explain in a language that you were still a bit clumsy in.

Erykah Badu’s ‘Honey’ was a little bit trickier. You worked relentlessly for a few days to arrange it so that you could accompany them on the piano but knew the song well, and thought that the end result was fairly convincing. You wondered who would have to sing that one and expected to work a little more on it than ‘Superstition’.

The meeting was set up on the following Thursday. You woke up that morning feeling nervous and left the house without anything to it. You dressed plainly, telling yourself it was better to look a bit humble when working with idols rather than dolled up to impress a producer. You wore brown loafers and black skinny jeans, and opted for a wine red silk blouse. You needed to be comfortable to pedal on the piano, but still wanted to feel put together. Your hair was curled and half up, and you sealed everything off with your signature eyeliner.

You got to Big Hit a bit early and an assistant escorted you to a practice room. You warmed up your voice for about twenty minutes until Suga who entered the room stealthily interrupted you.

“Hello” he said quietly, bowing shyly and setting down his computer and coffee mug on a table on the opposite end of the piano.

“Hello, Suga, nice to see you again” you said hastily, a bit nervous from being caught in the middle of your warm-up.

“Same to you. Please call me Yoongi. And please continue doing what you have to do, I’m early.”

“Oh…sure. Please let me know if I’m too loud, I’m almost done”. You sat back down, and hummed ‘Superstition’ softly until the rest of BTS came in, talking loudly and looking over at you interestingly.

You got up and bowed, introducing yourself to all of them. You started to get very nervous at the sight of them and almost couldn’t believe how good they looked. All of them wore makeup with the exception of Yoongi and Rapmon which, from the look of their tired eyes, you thought was probably because they stayed all night working. They stood in line, talking among themselves. Taehyung was at the far left, wearing his signature wide-legged pants with a simple sweatshirt and loafers. You couldn’t help but notice how wide and incredible his eyes looked. Jungkook was next to him, and seemed much taller and muscular than you had imagined and was wearing, as expected, Timbs with a simple all black outfit. Next to them stood Jimin who out of all of them seemed the most out of it despite his glamorous outfit. He wore black sunglasses, a light blue oversized shirt, black trousers, and silently kept fidgeting and coming back his voluminous hair. Next to him was Jin, who perhaps surprised you most. He was always so goofy on the variety shows you’ve watched of them, but seemed shy and reserved, his broad shoulders dropping a bit. He wore light coloured jeans and a white hoodie. Hoseok stood next to him and wore white sneakers and joggings with a striped sweater. Namjoon, who by that time had moved down to chat with Yoongi and the voice coach, had on an orange beanie, round glasses, and a white t-shirt and jeans. Yoongi, in contrast, was wearing ripped black jeans, a black Wings tour hoodie and beanie. While they were all talking, you admired the sight, and praised yourself for staying somewhat composed.

“Can we call you noona?” Taehyung suddenly asked.


You really hated Korean honorifics and felt a little weirded out every time a guy called you noona.

“Call her seonsaengnim, idiot!” Hoseok retorted while hitting him, bowing and apologising to you profusely.

“But hyung— look at her, she’s so young how can I see her as a teacher?!”

Jungkook stood next to them smiling and you felt yourself turn red.

“Just call me Y/N, guys, there’s no problem.”

“Oh okay how American!” Taehyung exclaimed, clearly happy to have gotten to you.

Jimin and Hoseok teased him and disapproved loudly while you walked over to Namjoon, the voice coach, and Yoongi.

“Hi, happy to meet you. I’m Y/N. I’m looking forward to working with you. Have the boys warmed up their voices already?” you asked the voice coach.

“No not yet, would you mind showing them what you do for R&B? They’re used to blues scales but haven’t done much more”, he replied.

“Absolutely, I have something fun we can do.”

After getting settled at the piano, Namjoon stood in front of everyone, greeting and explaining how these weekly meetings would take place.

“Y/N, thank you for being with us today. We need you to help us explore the American R&B repertoire because we’re trying to stay away from currently styles so we had to find someone who was comfortable with an older repertoire than what’s in the top 40. Thank you for helping us” he explained mysteriously.

“Oh, it’s really my pleasure.”

“We can’t talk much about the actual song project Yoongi-hyung and I are working on, but we like to prepare by releasing covers as practice for our future original songs.”

“Yes that makes sense, I’ve actually listened to some of them lately and think it’s a very good idea” you added enthusiastically.

BTS started acting up, Hoseok enthusiastically starting to nudge the vocal line boys, and you felt the sudden spurt of embarrassment you felt when Taehyung asked to call you noona.  

“Um…well, I’m guessing I’ll be working with the vocal line today?”

The four vocalists came up to the piano, and once you started playing chords, you felt the stress of their eyes on you lift away. You knew what you had to do, and you knew how to do it well.

“Do you guys know ‘Amazing Grace’?”

“We know the song, but we don’t know all the lyrics” Jimin replied

“That’s okay! Let’s try it individually in different keys and tempos, humming, without any lyrics for now. I’ll start.”

The boys looked over as you started to sing the first verse of the song with lyrics, clearly intimidated by your English proficiency. You took your time and sang with embellishment, showing off your R&B riffs.

“Are we supposed to do that?” Jungkook asked, clearly worried he had to mimic what you had just done.

“No, but I’d like for you to experiment with tempo and feeling. Take your time, embellish, and I’m here to follow you. Don’t rely on the piano. This is what R&B is about, after all.”

You asked Taehyung to sing first. He laughed nervously but understood your seriousness. He hummed the melody and you admired the dark tones in his voice and his musicality despite his lack of confidence.

“Very good Taehyung! That’s how I want you guys to do the exercise. Jin could you sing next?”

Jin seemed terrified, but delivered a beautifully clear melody, his voice less breathy than Taehyung’s. You knew you would have to loosen him up a bit for R&B, but you were impressed by his skills.

“Very on key Jin, thank you. Jimin?”

Jimin didn’t want to sing, claiming his vocal chords weren’t warmed up enough to do that exercise.

“Okay, how about we do blues scales then. I’ll sing along with you.”

He seemed annoyed at your persistence, but did them with you. You were a bit disappointed that he didn’t want to participate as much as the others.

“Thank you for that, Jimin. Continue humming along with Jungkook if you need to warm up more”

Jungkook walked up close to you with his phone.

“Would you mind if I sang the lyrics?”

“Of course not! But please focus on feeling the melody than the accuracy of the lyrics”

Jungkook clearly wanted to shine, and you felt the pressure he felt to do well. He sang well, but like Jin seemed to be less incline to play with tempo. He seemed to be used to embellish and was the only one of the four to attempt it.

“Very good Jungkook, thank you. I made you do this exercise because I believe R&B is best felt by the heart. Of course there are scales and more conventional exercises that you can do but I’m sure your wonderful voice coach can do those with you. All of you have different ways of expressing your soul and I’m here to unearth that potential. I look forward to working with you individually on your respective covers. So…who worked on ‘Honey’?”

You suddenly realised that Jung-ho had only asked you to prepare two songs, yet there were four vocalists. You started to internally panic at the thought of having to improvise accompaniment for songs you didn’t even know if you knew. You decided to wing it instead of asking Namjoon.

“I did!!” Taehyung replied enthusiastically.

“Okay can you sing a bit so that I can adjust the key?”

Taehyung started singing and you joined in after figuring out he took it a few keys lower than you anticipated. It was an interesting, slower interpretation of ‘Honey’. You all clapped when he finished and he seemed pretty proud of his performance.

“Great job Taehyung, that’s not an easy song! I liked that you made it your own and didn’t try to copy Erykah Badu’s voice or style. That’s a very important aspect of R&B: sing as you feel. I will say though, maybe we can take some time later to analyse the lyrics and help you emphasise certain words and sounds, and in your case especially vowels. I liked your attitude when you were singing it, though. This song is all about feeling teased when in love and I think you deliver that well.”

The voice coach agreed and took notes. The others praised Taehyung and you admired their positivity and teamwork. You smiled as you saw Hoseok hug him from behind, clearly sensing that he was probably very nervous to sing first.

“Now…who prepared ‘Superstition’?”

You were startled when nobody reacted. You saw Yoongi look up from his computer screen, and you briefly locked eyes with him. His intervention bothered you a bit, and you started playing the introduction of the song in case someone joined in.

But nobody did.

“Jimin prepared ‘Isn’t She Lovely’…maybe we gave you the wrong title?” Namjoon said from the desk.

“Oh dear, that’s probably my mistake…” knowing very well that it was most likely Jung-ho’s fault.

Jimin walked up to the piano, and finally took off his glasses putting them behind his neck. You had a feeling he was happy he might get away with not singing.

“Alright…well, I’ll try my best to accompany you. Can you give me your key?”

“You don’t have to play if you don’t know it, seonsaengnim” Jimin said quickly.

You looked up towards Yoongi, who suddenly seemed very interested in what was happening.

“Actually Jimin, let’s sing it together” you said, turning away quickly.

The accompaniment wasn’t as clean as what you had just played for Taehyung but you managed

to pull off something that sounded close to the original, due to the song’s fairly repetitive chord

progression. You sang together, and you felt Jimin’s perfectionism come out. He seemed veryhard on himself and you felt him distant as both of you sang together.

“That was fun, Jimin. You have a strong voice. But what’s the feeling you had behind the lyrics?”

“Expressing love for someone?” Jimin seemed surprised that you praised him.

“Yes, but to who?”

“Oh I’m not sure…maybe his lover?”

You saw Namjoon shake his head in disapproval and mutter something under his breath.

You turned at Jimin, and laughed lovingly, hoping to lighten the mood.

“This is a song written for his daughter, silly! You’re putting in the wrong emotion.”

Jimin was clearly embarrassed, but started to laugh as well. He was finally starting to loosen up.

“Let me show you what I mean.”

You were great at imitating and exaggerating people’s quirks so you decided to demonstrate to Jimin what it would sound like if you were trying to win someone over, rather than idolising your newborn child. Jimin immediately understood what you meant.

“Your voice might be too sexy for this song, Jimin! Can you sing it again and try to imagine that you’re holding a little baby?”

All of BTS laughed at the thought, except Yoongi. He continued to stare silently, and you tried your best to once again, ignore him.

Jimin rendered the song very well this time, and you realised just how much potential he had. You were happy he seemed to enjoy himself a little bit more.

You called Jungkook next, and he admitted he was working on something a bit different—a Charlie Puth song.

“Can I try singing acapella?”

“Oh my, of course you can” you replied a bit surprised.

Jungkook sang beautifully. You had nothing to say other than a few pronunciation here and there that you

“You must’ve practiced it a lot.” you added.

“Yes, we’re releasing a recording of it soon. I’m sorry I couldn’t prepare something else.” Jungkook said, clearly thrilled he got away with little criticism.

“That’s understandable. I’m looking forward to the cover you prepare for my sessions, though” you added with a little smile.

After Jungkook’s turn, Namjoon came up to you to tell you that they had to have lunch before their next appointment.

“But what about Jin?”

“Oh I’m working on a Korean song, right now. I’ll try my best to find an English song that suits me well and present it to you next time.”

You were relieved that you wouldn’t have to come up with another improvised accompaniment.

“Oh that’s not a problem. Can I suggest ‘My Girl’? I think it would be a fun song for you and it would suit it well.”

Jin smiled at the thought and agreed. You really did think it would be a great song to bring him slowly out of his shell, and he certainly had the voice for it.

“Okay well thank you so much for working with me, everyone. Can I ask that you revise your lyrics for next week?” you added, smiling and staring particularly at Jimin who turned away in embarrassment.

“Thank you noona!” Taehyung screamed while making his way out of the practice room.


Yoongi’s voice felt unfamiliar and alarming after his long silence during the rehearsal.

You froze, staring at him without a smile.

“Can you sing ‘Fantasy’ for us? I saw it on your repertoire list.”

“Mariah Carey…?”

Yoongi nooded.

Your blood was boiling. Was Yoongi testing you? Surely he would know that ‘Fantasy’ is a difficult song. However, you didn’t let that faze you.

“Sure, but how about I sing the remix and you be Ol’ Dirty Bastard? And can someone pull up the beat?”

Yoongi seemed surprised and you were pleased to see him panic a bit, but said he would try his best to follow the verses.

“If anything how about you freestyle in Korean? You must know what the song is about if you asked me to sing it.”

The boys slowly regrouped, intrigued by the new dynamic you and Yoongi were developing. Hoseok hastily took Yoongi’s place behind the computer to find an instrumental track and both him and Namjoon remained silent.

“Okay so I guess this is a great example of how R&B and hip hop work together. Right Yoongi-ssi?”

Yoongi cracked a smile but said nothing. You felt butterflies flutter in anticipation and nervousness. “This should be an interesting duet”, you thought to yourself.

This is the fourth installment in this series. You can read the first one here, the second one here, and the third one here. They’re also all on AO3 here

Summary: Sansa is a physical therapist doing her clinic hours in Milwaukee for the winter. Jon, her downstairs neighbor, is a veteran who’s come back from Afghanistan. They first met during a power outage, and have been getting to know each other since then, sharing a meal every Tuesday. They’ve had some Thanksgiving and Christmas adventures, and have been friends for about six months. Now Jon’s leaving for a summer sailing vacation with his army buddies, and he wants to write to Sansa while he’s gone. He has trouble telling her how he feels when they’re together, but he opens up when he writes.


“I’m so jealous, Jon! A trip to the Virgin Islands with your old army buddies.” Sansa had finally gotten the news out of Jon at the end of their meal. They were sitting on the couch in her apartment. She had the AC cranked up. Summers in Milwaukee were hot and muggy. The old, single-pane windows were fogging up, but at least she and Jon were comfortable.

Plus Jon wore t-shirts all the time, so she called the summer a win.

Jon started clearing away the dishes. She followed him to the kitchen. He tried to keep her from helping, since she’d cooked. She took a towel and shot him a just you try it look, so he gave in. Her galley kitchen had a double-basin sink but no dishwasher. They formed their own little assembly line as Jon washed and Sansa dried.

“We planned the trip a long time ago,” he said. “For when Sam turned 25. We fly to Miami first. Ten days, five ports. It’ll be about three weeks total. We’re chartering a boat, so we’re not doing the big cruise ship thing. We all know how to sail. I almost cancelled, I haven’t got much money-“

Sansa put the glass down a little too forcefully. “Jon, how could you? Sam’s counting on you and you deserve to have fun, even if it costs a little more money than you can afford. You can’t put a price on-“

“Memories, I know.” Jon’s mouth quirked. “Trust me, you convinced me about a week ago.”

“You only told me about it tonight!”

“I have conversations with you in my head.” Jon sloshed the soap around. “Okay, that sounded really strange. I mean, you give me good advice, and I remember it. Sometimes I ask you questions even when you’re not there….And that sounds weird too.” He paused. “I-“

Sansa took pity on him. Actually, she was touched he thought about her when they weren’t together.

“I’m just a little mad that I’m so predictable, is all.”

“Don’t be. You’re really easy to talk to.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls who cook you pizza.”

“I don’t, Sansa.”

“Yeah, because I’m the only girl who makes you pizza.”

“You are, but–“ Jon stopped scrubbing the plate. He closed his eyes. This weight in the air between them came up more often now that they’d been friends for six months. Sansa didn’t know whether to lean into it or shy away from it.

She took the easy way out. “So when are you leaving?”

He handed her the last dish.

“This weekend. Can I – Can I write you while I’m gone, Sansa?”

“You’re only gone for a few weeks, Jon, you don’t have to go to all that trouble.” She would miss him though. A lot.  She wondered if she looked distraught. He was leaving for less than a month. She was a big girl. She’d be fine.

She tried to lighten the mood. “Besides, we do this thing called texting in the 21st century, remember? I text you about a blackout in our apartment and you come save the day. You text me about a burned turkey and I talk you into ordering fried kitchen when your buddies visit.”

“You saved the day, too, on Thanksgiving,” he said.

“And we even managed to have a fight about mousetraps over text.”

“We figured it out though.” He was smiling.

“See? Texting it is.”

Jon glanced away. He took the dishtowel from her and hung it to dry, then looked at her again.

“May I write you, Sansa?”

There was so much yearning in his expression that she felt like he was asking if he could kiss her.

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anonymous asked:

How do military reports usually work? Are they usually written in first-person, and how detailed can the accounts be?

Military reports can differ a lot, but they often have specific names that are either acronyms or portmanteaus, and they usually have fill-in-the-blank reporting styles. The trick is being professional and giving as much relevant information as possible.

Probably the most common report you’ll come across is the SITREP, which you can find on armystudyguide here. The SITREP is literally just a “situation report,” or a report of something new that has happened, usually submitted once every twelve hours or once every twenty-four hours depending on the unit. Its purpose is to keep the unit above you tracking your unit’s entire situation, down to maintenance issues, location, unit capabilities, down soldiers, etc.

The next most relevant one is probably a SIR, or serious incident report. Again, you can see an example on armystudyguide here. The SIR usually reports on soldiers who’ve been injured in the field, and that doesn’t just much during combat. If you’re on a field exercise in the summer and one of your guys is severely dehydrated and passes out; that’s a SIR. That soldier needs to be monitored for the next twenty-four hours, if not outright taken to a doctor depending on how badly dehydrated they are, and outright replaced on whatever their post or duty was. The SIR also applies if a soldier accidentally gets into an accident in military vehicle or something.

Looking over that SITREP on ASG though, usually we only filled it out up to line 8, sometimes to line 13. The other stuff (hazardous material present, nearest commercial airfield, flight rules, etc) is only used when applicable, notably when deployed.

I do recommend giving a browse through armystudyguide.com for other types of reports. It’s the website we’re encouraged to research when we have questions. 

Also, if you don’t have one of these little forms printed up nicely for a report, you can send your own report (be sure you do it line by line and properly mark each line!) and it is not written in first person. Each soldier is referred to by their rank and name to prevent confusion. So it’s important to at the very least know the important reports (at LEAST the MEDEVAC one) by memory.

When writing reports you must get the point across as efficiently as possible while also providing as much information as possible. 

Here’s an example of a SIR accident summary submitted for that dehydrated soldier I spoke of.

“PFC Smith was walking from his post to the latrines when he collapsed. PFC Miller and PV2 Decker found him and helped him up. A medic was called and PFC Smith was evaluated in the field by SGT Fern. PFC Smith was determined to be dehydrated so SGT Fern stabilized him and put him in the shade. PFC Smith is currently stable but will be transported to a medical facility just in case.”

What’s all that nonsense?? That is so much nonsense I don’t need to know like 75% of that nonsense. And you’re not even telling me anything actually important. 

A better summary:

“At 1630, PFC Smith collapsed due to early heat exhaustion and a 100 degree fever. MOD* administered I.V. fluids and prepared PFC Smith for transport to the TMC**. His ETA is 1645. PV2 Decker replaced PFC Smith’s post at 1635.”

*MOD = medic on duty
**TMC = troop medical clinic

That second one is way better because:
1) Now I know what time it happened! If I get this report at 1640 I know that this only just happened; if I get this report at 1703 I wanna know why the hell it took so long for me to get my SIR! (Okay, we actually use DTG for reports, which is date-time-group, but I’m not going to get THAT strict on you)
2) Actually describes what happened!! Now I know roughly what condition the soldier is in.
3) Action taking place! That’s what we want to see; we want to see that something happened and what you did to address that something. I can tell my superiors in detail what condition that soldier is in and what steps you took to get him there. I also know roughly what time that soldier is going to be getting care.
4) End result: because PFC Smith passed out, PV2 Decker took his place. Now I know that the unit is still able to function and this serious incident didn’t result in the unit becoming inoperable, which is probably the most important reason we send these sorts of reports. Obviously if our first sergeant were injured we’d be having a bit more of an issue.

I hope this was useful! Feel free to ask me if you have any specific questions about reports.

-Spc. Kingsley

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P.S= For the next days in my YouTube Channel you’ll see the video still with my olt program.

1) Because I have 5 video already edited.

2) Because before I want to exercise well.

But for now… I hope you like it!^-^

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Sorry for clogging up the tag, but while I’m trying to figure out what to do about the next chapter, I thought I’d go ahead and share Tom’s POV of his reunion with Harry.  I decided to cut it from the fic proper because there’s really no new information here and it’s too short to stand on its own.  It was mostly done as a characterization exercise, but I figured you guys would be interested.

But I thought you all might like to see it.  So, without further ado, an interlude in Tom

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That Pesky Green Monster (Kainora)

Prompt: Jealousy (Requested by anonymous)

Rating: K

     Kai’s back ached as Jinora knocked him down once again. He was way ahead of every other airbender at the temple, but he could never come close to beating Jinora. She was practically a master.

     Jinora walked over to help him up. She extended her hand and Kai gladly accepted her help.

     “I still think you’re cheating,” Kai said has he brushed dirt of his butt.

     “I told you,” Jinora simply replied. “I’ve been training for a long time. And you’ve only been training for a little bit but you already pose a challenge for me sometimes.”

     “What? Only sometimes?” Kai protested. “I’m a challenge all the time admit it!”

     “You’re only a challenge when I’m feeling sleepy,” Jinora confessed.

     Kai wasn’t really hurt from that but that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her. “I am truly offended.”

     “No need to be you’re progressing rapidly,” Jinora stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

     “I’m gonna get you this time,” Kai challenged.

     “We’ll see about that,” Jinora said along with her cute giggle that Kai adored.

     The young airbenders assumed their bending stances. Kai struck first. Jinora was ready to defend herself until her eye caught notice of the bison flying above with new recruits.

     “Hey look there’s more recruits!” Jinora hyped. Kai watched as she was knocked off her feet from his blow.

     “Ha! I got you!”

     “That’s no fair!” Jinora protested. “I got distracted.”

     “And whose fault is that?” Kai teased. He grabbed her hand helped her up. But he kept his hand on hers, purposely lingering. She blushed and looked at him shyly. Kai felt is own face heating up but he didn’t care.

     “We should, uh, go see the new recruits.” Jinora stuttered.

     “Lets go then,” Kai smiled. He let go of her and fetched their gliders. They flew across to where the new recruits had just arrived. Tenzin was telling them about all the intensive training they would receive and how much fun it would be.

     “Ah here is my daughter Jinora,” Tenzin said as they landed. “She is very advanced so if you have any questions about anything feel free to ask her.”

     Kai looked over the new recruits. Every batch of new recruits looked the same. All scared yet very eager adults. Someone hidden in the back caught his eye. The boy was just a kid compared to all the adults. He looked about the same age as Kai, maybe older. He had short black hair, pale skin, and golden eyes. Chances are he came from the fire nation.  

     “Now you may feel free to roam around the temple and make yourselves comfortable,” Tenzin announced. He flew away on Oogi to let the new airbenders do as they please.

     The boy came over to Kai and Jinora. “Hi!” He beamed. “I’m Aito.”

     “I’m Jinora,” She replied.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Aito extended his hand and Jinora accepted it. He brought Jinora’s hand up to his lips and kissed it. Jinora immediately blushed.

Jinora had never blushed because of anyone except Kai. Kai could practically feel steam coming out of his ears as this newby decided to make a move on his girl.

     “And I’m Kai,” He interrupted. Aito broke his gaze on Jinora.

     “It’s nice to meet you, Kai,” Aito said. Kai glared at Aito’s hand which was still clinging onto Jinora’s hand. Kai grabbed Jinora’s hand from Aito and interlocked her fingers with his own.

     “Likewise,” Kai said ever so bitterly.

     “So Jinora,” Aito turned to her again. “I’ve received absolutely no training for airbending. And I would love it if you gave me my first bit of bending advice.” Kai couldn’t help but get pissed. Sure the guy wanted to learn airbending but there is plenty of other airbenders to help him.

     “I would be happy too!” Jinora replied. “Do you mind if Kai comes? He’s one of the best here and I’m sure he could help you as well.” Kai couldn’t help but smile. No matter how much this guy flirted with Jinora there’s no way she’ll like him. Hopefully.

     “Yeah I guess that’s ok,” Aito glared at Kai. Kai shrugged smugly.

     “KAAAAIIIII!!!!” A scream came from above. Kai’s heart stopped. It was Tenzin.

     “Uh oh,” Kai muttered.

     Jinora looked at Kai. “Do you think he’s discovered the lemur incident?”

     “Let’s just pray its something else,” Kai hoped.

     “KAI GO CLEAN UP THE MESS YOU MADE!!” Tenzin commanded.

     “Looks like he found it,” Kai sighed.

     “I told you not to trace your name in it!” Jinora giggled.

     “Yeah, yeah whatever,” Kai tried not to smile, but its hard not to when he’s around Jinora.

     “What a shame,” Aito smiled. “You won’t be able to join us for airbending practice.”

     Kai glared at Aito’s smug little face. He opened his glider and without breaking his stare, and flew off.

     “See you later, Kai!” Jinora called to him as he flew to another balcony on the temple, where the lemur incident happened.

     The lemur incident all happened so fast, but basically it ended with just a lot of lemur poop on the balcony. That’s all anybody needs to know.

     Kai touched down on one of the few clean spots. Tenzin had already left him a broom to sweep it up.

     “Well this is gross,” He muttered to himself. Reluctantly he picked up the broom and started sweeping. It wasn’t long before he started gagging.

     The worst part of it all was his view. He had a perfect view of Jinora helping Aito. Kai didn’t like that guy. Not just because he was flirting with Jinora. But it was still mostly that.

     He watched Jinora show him a basic exercise. Aito did what she showed him, just not nearly as good. Kai could tell from a distance that Aito was an all right airbender. Not nearly as good as him or Jinora, but he wasn’t awful.

     Kai’s heart dropped as he watched Jinora laugh at something Aito said. Kai was now gagging at more than one thing.

     It went on like this for nearly an hour. Kai swept up lemur droppings while he watched Jinora fall for some other guy.

     Kai’s back was aching for the second time that day. But this time he wasn’t the least bit happy. By the time he swept up the last bit it was starting to get dark out.

     Quickly he grabbed his glider and flew back to the main spot. When Kai got back Jinora and Aito had wondered off somewhere. Determined to keep an eye on them, Kai began searching for them.

     Quietly he crept around each corner of the temple. It took him a total of three minutes to find them. They were sitting on a balcony edge, talking. Kai spied on them from around the corner.

     “Thanks again for helping me today,” Aito sweetly smiled. “It’s my first day and I’ve already learned so much.”

     “It was my pleasure,” Jinora replied. Kai couldn’t tell of she was naïve and just being nice, or if she meant to flirt with him.

     Suddenly Aito pulled Jinora in for a hug. “You know, you’re really cute.”

     “Uh thanks?” Jinora replied.

     The ball of anger inside Kai suddenly exploded like a super nova. The newfound and uncontrollable rage came pouring out the seams. It took every last bit of will power not to scream.

     Aito and Jinora pulled apart. “Whats wrong?” Aito asked her. “There isn’t anything going on between you and Kai is there?”

     “Well uh-“ Jinora hesitated. That’s all Kai needed to hear. All that jealous anger inside of him turned to sadness. Jinora was going to dump him for Aito, who has been at the air temple for a total of two hours.

     Kai turned around and moped in the other direction. It seemed like the anger and sadness had combined into one mutant emotion and was now surging through his blood stream.

     He stared at the ground while he walked, ashamed to look up. Against his will a tear streamed down his cheek. He picked up speed as more tears came. He started going faster and fast until BAM! He ran into something big. The collision knocked Kai on his butt. He looked up and saw Tenzin.

     “Woah!” Tenzin exclaimed.

     “I’m sorry, Tenzin,” Kai apologized.

     “It’s alright,” Tenzin assured Kai. “Just watch where you’re going next time. Wait, are you crying? What the matter?” Kai wiped away his tears.

     “It’s nothing really,” Kai lied.

     “Oh come one, Kai, no one cries about nothing,” Tenzin protested. “I’m your airbending master, you can tell me anything.”

     “Well you’re not gonna like what I’m gonna say,” Kai muttered.

     “Then why don’t you tell me and we’ll find out,” Tenzin smiled.

     “Well, uh, you know that new airbender Aito? He’s stealing Jinora away from me,” It hurt Kai to admit the reality of it out loud. But it may have hurt Tenzin more.

     “WHAT?!” He screamed. “JINORAAAAAAAA!!”

     Kai quickly ran away before Tenzin decided to strangle the nearest person to him. He ran all the way back to his bed, climbed in, and tried to forget about the whole day.

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     When Kai woke up the next morning he had a moment of complete ignorant bliss. He stretched while thinking of all the fun he would have with Jinora that day and then-

     Then he remembered.

     Reluctantly, Kai got up. He droned through the first few training sessions with Tenzin. Kai hoped that Tenzin had training planned for the whole day so he wouldn’t have to face Jinora.

     Tenzin was about to demonstrate the next exercise when an air acolyte came and whispered something in his ear.

     “It appears there has been an incident in the kitchen and Pema needs my help,” Tenzin explained. “Jinora take over.”

     Just Kai’s luck.

     Tenzin rushed away and Jinora walked up to the front. Kai saw Aito wave at Jinora, causing Kai to roll his eyes so much they might as well have rolled out of his head.

     “I’m going to show you guys a simple defensive move,” Jinora explained. “I’m going to need some help. Kai will you come up here?” Kai’s stomach dropped. He didn’t think he would be so nervous to hear her say his name. She wouldn’t dump him in front of all these people, would she?

     Kai scooted up to the front and stood opposite of Jinora. “Kai, it’s no secret you’re one of the best. I’m going to need you to strike at me one really big time. Got it?” Jinora asked. Kai nodded.

     Half-heartedly he sent a gush of wind at her. Jinora avoided it with great ease.

     “Ha!” Aito laughed. “I’m new here and I’m having a really difficult time believing he’s the best here. Anyone one of us could do better than that.”

     “YOU KNOW WHAT YOU LITTLE-“ Kai stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

     “Kai, stop,” Jinora ordered. “He’s right though, that wasn’t very good. You’re way better than that.”

     “Better?” Kai felt challenged. “You wanna see better?! I’LL SHOW YOU BETTER!!”

     Kai began hitting Jinora with everything he had in him. Which was a lot. He released every bit of anger and frustration he had from last night. Again and again and again. He send a wave of nonstop attacks at Jinora.

     “IS. THIS. BETTER.” Kai breathed heavily as he kept hitting her. She avoided them easily at first but then it was too much. Eventually one hit her square in the chest, breaking her stance. The next wave of air swept under her feet and knocked her to the ground.

     “Woah, Kai! STOP!” Aito tried to grab him. But the anger wasn’t out of his system yet. Part of him wanted to stop but it felt good to let it all out. Suddenly Aito punched Kai in the face, causing him to fly back onto the ground.

     “What was the for?!” Kai shouted.

     “You’re hurting Jinora!” Aito screamed back. Kai turned and saw Jinora lying on the floor, looking up at him with fear. It hurt Kai more to see her like this than to see her with another guy.

     Kai rushed over to Jinora and knelt by her side. “Jinora, I’m so sorry!” Kai frantically apologized.

     “What was that about?!” Jinora demanded. Kai turned around and every airbender was crowded around them, waiting intently to hear Kai’s answer.

     “Uh, can we talk about this somewhere more private?” Kai suggested.

     “Fine.” Jinora spat. “Help me up.” Kai ignored her request of helping her and just picked her up and carried her off. Kai took her to a more spot secluded from any other people and set her down.

     “Now will you tell me what that was all about?” Jinora snapped.

     “Its that stupid Aito kid,” Kai confessed. “He shows up and starts flirting with you and you didn’t do anything about it. And then I watched you guys practice and you kept laughing at stuff that he said and I thought maybe you were starting to like him more than me.”

     “Kai, that is absolutely ridiculous,” Jinora protested.

     “You haven’t let me finish,” Kai said. “I also sort of spied on you guys last night. I saw you guys flirting and hugging but when he asked if you and I had a thing you hesitated. So I figured you were gonna dump me today. I let out all my anger and frustration on you and I am so incredibly sorry. I understand if you wanna dump me now.”

     “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m not going to dump you any time soon,” Jinora smiled.  “Sorry to disappoint.”

     “Wait, so you don’t like Aito?” Kai questioned.

     “Of course not!” Jinora exclaimed. “He’s nice and all but he’s no you.” Kai could feel himself blushing.

     “Then why did you hesitate?”

     “I only hesitated because I was caught off guard,” She explained. “I thought he was just being nice to me! I didn’t realize he was flirting!”

     Kai smiled. So she really was just naïve. Naïve and also perfect in every single way. “Jinora?”


     “Don’t ever change, you’re perfect the way you are,” Kai smiled. Jinora wrapped her arms around Kai’s neck and he held her tightly.

     “Oh wait, we can’t hug too long,” Jinora pulled away and looked around in suspicion. “If my dad sees me I’m absolutely dead.”

     “You haven’t been worried about your dad before though,” Kai pointed out.

     “Last night my dad yelled at me for half an hour about how boys are absolutely forbidden for the rest of my life.”

     “Oh,” Kai looked around nervously.

     “You don’t happen to know why do you?” Jinora asked.

     “Actually it’s a really funny story,” Kai answered.


The Incredibles Sentence Meme
  • "Every super hero has a secret identity. I don't know a single one who doesn't."
  • "Who wants the pressure of being super all the time?"
  • "Superladies, they're always trying to tell you their secret identity. Think it'll strengthen the relationship or something."
  • "No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved, you know?"
  • "Sometimes I think I'd just like the simple life, you know? Relax and raise a family."
  • "Settle down? Are you kidding? I'm at the top of my game."
  • "Girls, come on. Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don't think so."
  • "I'm your number one fan!"
  • "You always say be true to yourself but you never say which part to be true to."
  • "This is because I don't have powers, isn't it? Not every super hero has powers, you know. You can be super without them."
  • "When you asked if I was doing anything later, I didn't realize you'd forgotten. I thought it was playful banter."
  • "You didn't save my life! You ruined my death!"
  • "It is time for their secret identity to become their only identity."
  • "Coincidence? I think not!"
  • "The last thing you need is temptation."
  • "Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of."
  • "I said shut up, you little insect!"
  • "What do you know about normal? What does anyone in this family know about normal?"
  • "Look, what if we actually did what our wives think we're doing?"
  • "I performed a public service! You act like that's a bad thing!"
  • "They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity but if someone is exceptional...."
  • "We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over."
  • "Let me guess. It got smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders?"
  • "I've got to warn you, its a learning robot. Every moment you fight it increases its knowledge of how to beat you."
  • "He's attracted to power, so am I. Its a weakness we share."
  • "My God, you've gotten fat."
  • "Supermodels, nothing super about them. Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with pouty lips who think only about themselves."
  • "I used to design for gods."
  • "I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now."
  • "No capes!"
  • "Would you care for more mimosa?"
  • "I learned an important lesson. You can't count on anyone, especially your heroes."
  • "Now you respect me, because I'm a threat. That's the way it works."
  • "You sly dog! You got me monologuing!"
  • "Luck favors the prepared."
  • "I let this happen, you know. The new sports care, the getting in shape, the blond hair, the lies."
  • "I was right to idolize you."
  • "I wish my parents played Mozart because half the time I don't know what anyone's talking about."
  • "We're dead! We're dead! We survived but we're dead!"
  • "You'll get over it. I seem to recall you prefer to 'work alone'."
  • "I knew you couldn't do it. Even when you have nothing to lose, you're weak."
  • "You want to go toward the people that tried to kill us?"
  • "Remember the bad guys on those shows you used to watch on Saturday morning? Well these guys are not like those guys. They won't exercise restraint because you're children. They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance."
  • "Doubt is a luxury we can't afford anymore."
  • "Don't think and don't worry. If the time comes, you'll know what to do. It's in your blood."
  • "Next time you gamble, bet your own life."
  • "Why are you here? How can you possibly bring me lower? What more can you take away from me?"
  • "How could I betray the perfect woman?"
  • "You gotta admit this is cool! Just like a movie!"
  • "You mean you killed off real heroes so that you could pretend to be one?"
  • "When everyone's super, no one will be."
  • "You are my greatest adventure. And I almost missed it."
  • "Honey, where is my super suit?"
  • "Greater good? I am your wife! I'm the greatest good you are ever gonna get!"
  • "I can't lose you again! I can't. Not again. I'm not...strong enough."
  • "You took away my future I'm simply returning the favor."
  • "That was totally wicked!"

Dear Tumblr friends,

Hi guys! So my friend Cheryl and I would be doing a passion project booklet. Our working title now is Unsolicited Letters where we would basically collect the letters people have want to say to someone, to something but do not have the guts to send it yet. Letters about confession. Letters about appreciation. Letters about pain and joy. Letters left unsent. Letters to yourself but you do not have the strength to read, yet. Okidoks? So, after collecting these letters from you guys, we will be compiling them all and publish into a booklet. We want you to release the demons inside, the loud wars in your head, the words choking your throat, the sentences filling your lungs, and to let go of your ghosts. I hope that this could be an exercise for people who have been going through.

So, if you are interested. Kindly submit to me here your letter and we will get back to you asap. Hoping that you join! Please send in your letters until next Friday, please!

Thank you so much!

pandaloya submitted: 

 Hello world!! My name is Amanda And I’d love to inform you on my journey I’ve been in the process of accomplishing! 

The picture to the left is me from January 2015, I weighed 205 pounds, I was not happy I was sad, I never wanted to do anything for myself! On my 19th birthday I looked at the number on the scale and started to cry, I wasn’t healthy! On February 1st my journey began! 

I’m not anorexic, I don’t take diet pills just a disclosure since I’ve heard these things being said about me! I’ve worked hard to get to where I am today! I changed my lifestyle habits I work out! I’m happy I finally get to accomplish goals I make for myself! (My next goal is to be able to do 20 pulls ups and push ups btw!) 

I’m happy if you ever have questions for me please feel free to ask! I love myself and you are capable of anything you put your mind to!! Oh and bye way I’m 150 pounds;) yes I’ve lost 55 pounds!!!!!😮 it’s crazy for me too!! I love you guys!!! And thank you!!:) #before #after #happy

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CEO!Luke Part 26

Luke’s POV:

As Michael and I are working on the lawn, I hear the girls scream our names. “Something’s wrong” Michael says looking at me. We both drops our tools and rush inside to see what is going on. Out of breath, I see Y/N holding onto the counter looking down while Clara holds her belly. “What’s going on? Everything okay?” I ask them. “No!” Y/N screams at me as she winces in pain. “What’s wr-, Oh shit” I say as my eyes widen noticing the blood on the floor. “Grab the hospital bag now!” Y/N demands as I shake my head getting out of my gaze. “Michael, pull the car around” Clara orders Michael as he grabs the keys and runs out the door. “Sweetheart, you okay?” I ask her as Clara and I guide her out the door. “Does it look like I’m okay!?” she snaps back. “Just breathe Y/N” Clara says trying to calm her down. “It hurts so bad!” Y/N winces as she pinches my hand. “It’s okay, Y/N. We are going to get through this together” I tell her as Michael pulls the car up in front of us. “Oh god there’s blood on our new floor” Y/N complains sitting down. “No time to worry about that now, Baby. Just focus on your breathing” I respond rubbing her shoulders.

I take out my phone and dial Doctor Greenfield’s number. “Hello Luke! How’s Y/N doing?” she asks me. “Horrible!” Y/N screams as she heard her voice through the phone. “Her water broke about five minutes ago so we are on our way” I tell her as Michael speeds through the city. “It’s about time! The room is all set up so just bring her on in when you arrive” she informs me. “Alright thank you. See you in a few” I say hanging up. Y/N throws her head back as her eyes squint shut. “Ugh god!” she cries out holding onto the leather head rests. “We’re almost there, Love. You’re doing great” I say kissing her on the forehead. “I haven’t even began pushing yet, Luke. So I’m not doing great right now” Y/N responds as sweat begins to form on her forehead. I shake my head lightly at her sarcasm and extreme sass. About five minutes later, we arrive at the hospital. “You guys go in. I’ll park somewhere” Michael tells us as we all pile out of the car. A nurse rolling a wheelchair saunters over to us as we walk towards the building. “Y/N Y/L/N?” she asks us. “That’s me” Y/N breathes out. “Hi I’m Shelley, your midwife. I’ll be assisting you to the delivery room” she smiles as Clara and I sit Y/N gently down in the chair.

Shelley rolls Y/N down the halls and into the room. “Y/N! How are you feeling?” Doctor Greenfield smiles walking into the room while putting on her latex gloves. “Hah funny” Y/N responds as she sits down on the edge of the bed. “Alright Y/N. If you could change into this right now that would be great a start” she says handing her over a hospital gown. Clara helps Y/N tie the gown in the back as I neatly folds her clothes and stuff them in her bag. “Y/N, Shelley here is your midwife and she will be here the whole time so if you need anything, she is here to help. I will come in once you are fully dilated and ready to push. Sound good?” she asks. “Yup!” Y/N groans laying down on her back. “Let’s have a look” Shelley says as Y/N pushes her legs opens. “You are about 2 centimeters dilated Y/N” she says looking up at her. “Okay and?” Y/N asks. “You need to be 10” Shelley responds taking off her glove. “Oh god” Y/N groans. “I guess we will be here for awhile” Clara says. “You will. You are only in your first stage Y/N so it’s most likely you aren’t completely dilated. How about bouncing on the exercise ball? It helps keep you distracted” she informs us.

“I guess so” Y/N says. “Hey guys! Any baby yet?” Michael asks. “Nope. We are going to be here for awhile” I respond sitting down on the tiny couch. “Oh darn” he responds and sits next to me. “Y/N let’s hook you up to the IV okay?” Shelley asks. “Yeah sure” she responds as Shelley puts in her IV. “I’m putting in an epidural to help subside the pain for now. You will be wanting more of this as you become more dilated” she tells her. “Alright thank you” Y/N responds gently bouncing on the ball. “What time is it?” Clara asks looking at Michael and I. “About 4:30” Michael responds.

Y/N’s POV:

“Well while we wait, let’s go back about a half an hour ago where you told me you were pregnant!” I say looking at Clara. “Right that. I’m pregnant!” she smiles at me. “When? Where? Why?” I ask. “We talked about it and that night we decided to try in our bed so that is the when and where part and I guess that answers the why part too!” Clara responds. “We got lucky on the first try” Michael smiles fist pumping Luke. “Just like you guys!” he laughs as Luke shakes his head. “I’ll be right next door if you need anything” Shelley says and walks out. “How far along are you?” I ask Clara. “Three weeks” she responds. “Three weeks!? You waited that long to tell me!?” I ask with my mouth open a little. “I know that’s a long time but I just didn’t know when the right time was. I guess I wanted to wait to see if it was true. If I was really pregnant because for some couples they have to try a few times” she tells me. “Aw well congratulations, Babe” I smile, happy for my best friend. “Ugh” I wince as I feel Layla kick me hard. “You okay, Baby?” Luke asks rushing towards my side. “Fine. Layla just kicked that’s all” I tell him.

“She’s anxious to meet us” Luke smiles. “I think she just wants to get out there” I laugh. “I’m going to hit up the food court. Anyone want anything?” Michael asks us. “Baby, do you need anything?” Luke asks me. “Water would be nice” I smile. “I’ll have a Gatorade” he tells him. “I’ll come with you Mikey” Clara offers as they both walk out leaving Luke and I alone. “How are you feeling?” I ask him. “Me? Nervous but so excited to meet my little girl” he smiles. “Me too” I respond resting my head in between his neck. “Are you still feeling pain?” he whispers. “Kinda but this isn’t the tip of the iceberg yet” I breathe out rocking back and forth on the ball. “I wish I could take your pain away, Love” he tells me. “I know Lukey but this is how pregnancy is. It’s like you have to feel pain until you get the pleasure. Wait, that doesn’t sound right” I say furrowing my eyebrows. “No I understand” Luke laughs rubbing my back.  “Pain is going through labor but once the baby is born that is when you feel the pleasure. The pleasure of seeing the child you have created. The pleasure of finally being able to hold and kiss them” he adds on. “Exactly” I respond.

5:30 PM

“Let’s check again Y/N” Shelley says walking in. She takes a seat in front of me and examines under my hospital gown. “About four centimeters now. Still have a while to go. Hang in there. Need anymore epidural?” she asks me. “Nope I’m good” I respond. “Here is the remote for the TV” she says handing Luke the remote. For a while, we all watch What to Expect When You’re Expecting because of course a place like this shows movies with pregnant women in them. I tie my hair up in a ponytail since I’m getting tiny hot flashes and have Luke turn on the fan.

7:12 PM

“Nothing has changed!” I groan throwing my head back. “It’s been two hours” I add. “I know Y/N. Most pregnancies are very slow” Doctor Greenfield says to me while checking something on the computer. “When I was pregnant, I was in labor for 35 hours and trust me you won’t be waiting that long” she tells me. “35 hours? How did you survive that?” I ask her. “Just the thought of knowing I would be meeting my baby son soon was the thing that kept me going when I was in pain” she smiles. “You should think the same way for Layla because I’m sure she wants to get out just as much as you want her out” she chuckles. “I’ll be back in a few” she says. “Okay. Thank you” I say leaning forward trying  to stretch my back the best I can. I turn to the side and pick up a magazine and flip through it and read some of the articles to kill time but it feels like it’s been a year. Luke and Michael headed to the bathroom a few minutes ago leaving the room to Clara and I. “Psst, Clara” I whisper to her. “Yeah?” she asks sitting up in her chair. I turn the magazine and show her a page that had the preview for 50 Shades Darker on it. “Luke’s in that movie!” she laughs as I almost burst out laughing as well. “What’s so funny?” Luke asks walking into the room, not knowing what is going on. “Oh nothing” I say trying to look as innocent as possible. Clara slouches back down in her seat and looks at the TV trying hide her smile.

 8:34 PM

“6 centimeters now. You my friend are almost there. By this stage, the contractions are going to increase so just a warning” Shelley tells me. “Alright” I respond twisting my neck since it’s getting tight. “Need anything?” Luke asks me. “No I’m good. Thank you” I smile kissing his lips gently. “I’m here if you do” he smiles sitting back down on the couch. Him and Michael started a card game a few minutes after that while Clara passed out on the couch. I myself, flipped through more magazines and some pamphlets about giving birth. Man I wish I could do that now. My body aches. Shelley suggested I take a nap since I’m going to be needing some energy for when I start pushing. I turn off the lamp beside me and prop the pillow behind me the way I like it and close my eyes.

11:04 PM

“Mother of god!” I shout as one of my contractions hit me like a wave. I seem to have woken up Luke, Michael, and Clara who were all fast asleep. “Another contraction?” Shelley asks me while putting a glove on. “Breathe Y/N in the rhythm I told you to do okay?” she tells me. I only give her a nod back since my mind only focused on the pain of my contraction. Shelley checked to see how much I have dilated for the sixth time this night. “Ready to get little Layla out?” she smiles up at me. “Please” I breathe out as Luke sits down on the chair by the bed. Shelley alerts Doctor Greenfield of my condition and she comes walking in with a smile on her face as well. “Ready to deliver a baby Y/N?” she asks me putting on her gloves as Shelley was about to close the door. “You know I’m not really good with all the blood stuff so I’m going to wait outside” Michael gulps then walks slowly out into the hall. “Wimp” Clara scoffs as she stands by my side. “He’s going to have to do it with you” I laugh trying to distract myself of the continuous pain.

“Okay Y/N we are finally in the second stage so it is time to push. You’re officially 10 centimeters so let’s do this and have a baby!” Doctor Greenfield says as Shelley inserts more epidural in my IV. “Luke you have a choice of either assisting her by sitting behind her or just from the side” she tells him. “From the side Luke. I’d probably break your nose or something if you sat behind me” I say. “I’ll be right here” Luke responds holding onto my hand tightly. “I’m scared” I whisper looking at him. Luke notices the fear in my eyes as the grip of his hand tightens. “Sweetheart, you’re the toughest girl I know. You can do this, Baby. I’m not leaving your side” Luke says cupping my face and kissing me. “Now let’s have our baby girl” he winks at me getting settled back down. “You ready Y/N?” Doctor Greenfield asks me. I take a few deep breathes and nod. Clara puts her arm behind me as a comforting gesture while holding my left hand. “You got this, Babe” she whispers in my ear. “Alright Y/N. Give me a good push” Doctor Greenfield says.

“1..2..3!” I inhale deeply and push as hard as I can as I grip both Clara and Luke’s hand. “Good job Y/N. You’re doing great. Push like that every time” she responds. Inhaling deeply again, my face begins to feel a rush of heat as I push hard. “I’m right here, Baby” Luke says leaning his head on mine as I push once more. About three or four pushes later, I was not close to having Layla out. “I’m so tired” I cry out as Clara pats my head with a cold wash cloth. “I know, Sweetheart but you’re almost there” Luke whispers wiping away the hairs that are sticking to my forehead. “He’s right Y/N. Almost there” Shelley responds. As I prepare to push again, Clara tells me to think of something that makes me angry. “Just think about April” she plainly says. “Don’t ever mention that name!” I shout as I push making me lunge forward. “We have a head! Keep pushing!” Doctor Greenfield says to me. “Ugh!” I groan catching my breath. “Ahhhhhh!” I scream as I hear a tiny voice scream out as well. “Welcome little Layla to the world!” Doctor Greenfield smiles holding up my little girl in the air. “You did it, Baby! You did it!” Luke cries of joy kissing me hard. “She’s so beautiful!” Clara smiles looking down at me. I lay down, clearly out of breath and close my eyes instantly.

Luke’s POV:

“Luke you want to come up here and cut the umbilical cord?” Doctor Greenfield asks me. “Yes” I smile as I gently cut it off with a pair of scissors. Shelley takes Layla and washes off the blood from her tiny body and wraps her up in a pink blanket. “Isn’t she beautiful, Sweetheart!?” I turn to Y/N who’s lying down, eyes closed. Not getting a response from her, I rush to her side. “Y/N? Y/N!? What’s wrong with her!?” I ask in panic as Shelley rushes to check her vitals. “Hey guys! Oh-” Michael greets us but passes out seeing the blood on the bed. Clara rushes to him and takes him out of the room. “Is she okay!?” I ask looking at Y/N’s pale face. Tears form in my eyes as I feel my heart being broken. “Everything’s okay, Luke. She’s just sleeping. She is exhausted” Shelley tells me as I catch my breath. “Oh thank god” I say holding onto Y/N’s hand. “It’s very common. She will probably be like this for a few hours” she responds. “But this gives you time to spend with your new baby girl” Doctor Greenfield smiles as she gently walks over to me with Layla all wrapped up. I take off my gloves I was wearing as I welcome Layla into my arms. “7 pounds of pure joy” she smiles as I gently hold Layla close to me.

“Y/N is all stitched up and we got Michael a room so Clara is with him” she says to me. “Is he alright?” I ask. “He’s fine. Just passed out when he saw the blood” she laughs. “Here is a warm bottle for you to feed Layla with since Y/N isn’t able to breastfeed like we talked about” she tells me. “Thank you” I whisper as I take the bottle from her hands and sit down on the couch. Both Shelley and Doctor Greenfield exit the room quietly as I was left with my girls. I look down at my tiny princess and admire her features. She has my eyes and Y/N’s colored hair. My nose, Y/N’s ears. It was a perfect split between the two of us. “Hi, Baby girl” I whisper as I stroke her cheek with my finger. “Mommy is sleeping so I get you all to myself for a few hours” I chuckled lightly as I look up at my other Princess who’s calmly sleeping. “You’re so beautiful just like your Mommy” I smile. Layla yawns as I see her flash a tiny smile. “You hungry, Baby girl?” I ask but I know she is. I carefully feed her the bottle as she drinks it gently. Little groans escape from her mouth making me chuckle as I rock Layla back and forth as the TV plays in the background.

1:00 AM

Y/N’s POV:

After passing out due to exhaustion, my eyes flutter open to see a dark room. I shift slightly in the bed as I feel some pain in my lower area. I look around to see if anyone was here until I spotted Luke rocking back and forth. He must be holding Layla. “Luke?” I call out, my voice musky. Luke notices me and smiles as he slowly stands up. “Hey, Sleepyhead” he smirks. “Is that my baby?” I grin sitting up. “Yes it is” Luke smiles as he sits down next to me. “Oh she’s so cute” I say as Luke hands her to me. “Hi Layla” I whisper in my best baby accent. “She’s so precious, Luke” I smile as he puts his arm around me. “Isn’t she? The whole time I was holding her, she kept her hand around my finger” he chuckles. “Aw that’s adorable” I respond. “Did you feed her?” I ask him. “Yes I did” he says. “I loved it. She is too cute” Luke tells me kissing my forehead. “Aw, Baby” I say leaning back to kiss him. “I can’t believe I’m a mommy now” I smile looking at my sleeping bundle of joy. “And I’m a daddy” Luke responds. “I love you so much” I tell him. “I love you too, Sweetheart” Luke responds as we both look down again. “And we love you very much” I whisper kissing Layla’s forehead as I think to myself how happy I am at this very moment. 

Hey guys hoped you enjoyed that part! Let me know your thoughts on it! I love you all and thank you again for reading this series! Xx

Honestly this progress has been so great it’s hard to not share it with you guys! One of the reasons I haven’t been able to get on here much recently was my decision a few months ago to finally try to get in shape, and today running for time instead of distance really showed me how far I’ve come from three months ago. I’ve finally figured out how to balance two hours of exercise into the day, and in two weeks when I get rid of the looming AP exams I’m going to thankfully start writing again (😭😭😭 missed it so much). Anyways, I love you guys and I’m so sorry for making you wait for so long for new stories (bring on the next pain parts for Let Go 😎) but they’ll be coming soon!!!