he worries about her like a father does

Profiles in Choice: Volume 2

School choice is an illusion.  It is not a universal possibility. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to take into account far more variables than they are currently considering.

You know what makes it possible for some students to choose schools outside of their immediate districted area and makes it impossible for others? Transportation.

Some students have cars.

Some students have parents who can drop them off and pick them up.

Some students can afford to Uber or Lyft to and from school every day.

And some students do not have money for the bus.

Do you see the difference?

Some cities have free transportation to and from school for students. I salute the excellent people who worked so hard to make this a reality. But far too many still do not. So, students have to pay, walk, or be transported. Spoiler alert: this really limits their choices.

At my school there is a charming brother and sister pair who used to ride to school on matching bikes every day. But one day the brother messed up his tire en route. Without the money to fix the problem, he has had to stop riding for the past couple of months. Now they take turns on one skateboard and one bicycle. She is older, so sometimes he holds onto her shoulder and she pulls him. They are tardy with increased regularity. I called their mother, a caring, hard-working woman. You know what she told me? “Yeah, I worry a lot about them out on the roads, too.”

You know what she doesn’t have? Another choice. She can’t drive them; she has to work instead, in order to be able to continue to feed them. So this is how it is for now.

One girl in my speech class has a protective father. He does not like her getting home by herself after dark. So, this good man picks her up every day. When he gets out of work. Sometimes as late as 7 p.m. At least she can get her homework done.

“Ms. S, can you lend me a dollar for the bus?” is almost as common a question in my room as, “What are we doing today?” or, “What page are we on?”

Many of my students can’t afford even a reduced price bus pass. I imagine for Mrs. DeVos and her friends this doesn’t seem like such a common occurrence. To them it is probably unimaginable. But she probably never had to go without eating so that her children could eat either, as one of my student’s “Personal Hero Speech”  revealed had been the case in her family.

Mrs. DeVos probably never had to spend a chunk of her minimum wage salary on splitting Ubers with her three friends just to get to school in the morning, or walk over a mile in the rain just to get back home. Mrs. DeVos probably does not understand that not everyone can just make a choice and a magic money fairy appears to make that choice a reality.

Ms. DeVos only knows that, “…public schools are not succeeding. In fact, let’s be clear, in many cases, they are failing.”

And she also knows she is just the right choice to ride in and change all that.

My Girlfriend's An Idiot

Request: I was wondering if you could do a Jasper imagine, from twilight, where he and the reader are fighting because she’s human and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, but she does the thing regardless and someone accidentally hurts her and Jasper’s alter ego comes out and almost attacks the person so reader has to calm him down and it’s just really cute and fluffy… Sorry this is long.

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Originally posted by sweetlambs

“You know, for someone who’s seen me naked, I’m a little uncomfortable at how much you try to act like you’re my father.” You snapped, walking through your house, gathering the stuff you’d need for your day trip.  

“Y/N, you know I’d never try to control you. I’m just … worried about having you over there. Where I can’t reach you.” Jasper followed behind you. 

You sighed. Jessica had invited you to La Push for the day, and Jasper had basically asserted that you were not going to go. He was bothered by the fact that he couldn’t go with you and protect you. And probably slightly bothered by the fact that you’d be hanging out with boys from school. Mostly, though, he worried about the Quileute pack making an appearance.

“Bella’s going too, you and Edward can suffer together.” You said, throwing sun screen and a towel into your tote bag. You felt yourself calming down, and turned around. “Can you please not do that?”  

Jasper’s lips twitched. “It’s a habit.” 

“Well quit it. I’m angry at you. Take it like a man.” You said, a hint of humor in your voice as you turned around, making your way to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you so that you could change into a bathing suit. He was still standing there when you came out. 

“They’re animals.” Jasper said. “And even worse, they’re teenage boys.” 

You heard the dryness in his voice but you could see the worry in his expression. He truly didn’t want you to go. 

“Mostly, though, they’re just teenage boys. And I can handle those.” You said, grabbing his hands. “Jess and Angela and Bella are gonna be there too, okay? And Mike and Eric.” 

Jasper rolled his eyes. “Mike and Eric couldn’t protect you from a pack of guinea pigs.”  You snorted, but softened when he wrapped his arms around you from behind. “They’ll be able to smell me on you. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I would do.” 

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. “I’ll be careful.” You said, putting one hand on his cheek, fingers brushing over his sharp jawline. “I’ll text you. I’ll stay with people I know. But I’m going.” 

He sighed, his hands rubbing absently over your hips. “I suppose I can’t stop you.” He smirked. “I mean, I could.” 

“But you won’t.” You said smugly, turning to pack the rest of your things. 

“Because my girlfriend carries a surprising amount of wrath in her fragile, mortal body?” He asked, hands still on your hips. 

“Yes.” You say, shouldering you bag. “And because you love her and would never dream of restricting her freedom for your own selfish reasons.”  

“I’m so glad we’re on the same page.” He said sarcastically, leaning in to kiss your lips, and then your jaw, and down your throat, before he stiffened and Jessica’s car honked from the street. 

“Guess that’s my ride.” You said. 

He nodded, no longer trying to conceal the worry in his eyes. “I’ll text you.” You said, and he nodded again, stiffly. “And I love you.” You said softly, with a smile. 

He was unable to stop the smile that answered yours, “Yeah, yeah. Sure you do.” He said softly, which was his way of saying it back. 

You kissed him again when he walked you to the door before you jumped into the backseat of Jessica’s convertible, where Bella was already seated with Angela in the front. Jessica cranked up the music on the radio before the four of you sped off to meet up with Mike and Eric and head to La Push. 

You spent the first couple of hours tossing around in the waves. You wrestled Mike to the ground for slapping you with a piece of sea weed until he finally gave up fighting you and apologized. You crawled onto the beach exhausted with the girls and sat in the sand, under the cool grey sky. Though you could tell Jasper was desperately trying not to check in too much, you made sure he knew you were okay every hour or two. 

The boys suggested, once it became too cold to swim, that they all take a hike up to the cliffs. Everyone was fairly rested up after swimming and agreed, so you all shrugged your clothes back on and set off up the narrow mountain trail that led to the cliffs above La Push beach. 

“And people jump off of these for fun?” Jessica asked skeptically, trying to stare over the cliffs but not daring to come within five feet of the edge. 

“That make you nervous?” Mike made like he was going to push her and earned a shriek and a smart punch in the arm in return.  

“Any of you ever jumped before?” All of them turned to see a group of three boys emerging onto the cliff, clad in normal clothes but clearly very muscular, and all with dark hair cropped short and dark eyes. You’d never seen the wolves in person but you knew that these had to be some of them, ripped with muscle though the oldest one couldn’t have been more than twenty.  

“No way, man.” Eric said. “I’m Eric. This is Mike, that’s Jessica, Y/N, Bella, and Angela.” 



“Paul.” Each of the boys introduced themselves. You noticed them glancing at you, and you realized Jasper must have been right. They could smell him on you. They all shared a glance and you tried your best not to notice, staring at your phone. 

They’re here. You texted Jasper. 

His reply was almost immediate: I will come get you. 

Do not cross that treaty line. You sent back. Under any circumstances.

You ground your teeth, looking up briefly. 

“Y/N, we’re headed back down to start a campfire. You coming?” Angela asked, frowning briefly your troubled expression and glancing at your phone. 

“I’ll be down in a minute.”  You said, and they left you alone. You looked back down at your phone.  

Who’s being selfish now? Jasper asked.

For keeping you from starting a war? You challenged. 

For risking your life because you’re too stubborn to admit you might be in danger.  He shot back.  

You shook your head, eyes completely focused on your phone when suddenly the ground fell out from under you and you screamed. 

The edge of the cliff. You’d wandered too close to the edge of the cliff. You were falling, eyes closed, and then, with a painful jerk of your arm, you weren’t anymore. Someone had caught you. The one named Sam had grabbed your wrist. 

“Grab the ledge.” He said, voice straining with the effort of holding your dead weight. You did and slowly, he hauled you back onto the rocky outcropping. You collapsed on your back on the hard ground, breathing heavily, your arm draped over your eyes. 

“Nice … catch.” You said between breaths, still reeling, adrenaline coursing like acid through your veins. 

“No problem.” Sam said, sitting beside you. His chest still heaved but he was catching his breath a lot easier than you were. “For future reference though, maybe don’t text on the edge of a cliff.” 

You let out a laugh, loud with relief as it dawned on you that you very well could have been killed just now and somehow remained relatively unscathed. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.” You said, bringing your phone up to look at it before you realized it was not in your hand. 

“Oh no.” You said, rolling onto your stomach and leaning up to look over the cliff before slapping your hand over your face. “Shit, shit, shit!”  

You jumped to your feet and found yourself dizzy. Sam steadied you. 

“Take it easy, what’s wrong?” He asked. 

“My phone!” You pointed to the cliff. “I was talking to-” You cut yourself off, realizing who you were talking to now, and just shook your head. “Um … I need to get ahold of someone. Do you have a cell phone?”  

He shook his head, “Sorry. I’m sure one of your friends does, though. We can walk down and …” His voice trailed off as you thought. Jasper was panicking. You just knew it. If you told him the wolves were here and then didn’t text him back … the longer you waited increased the likelihood that he was on his way here. It left you with one option. 

You turned to face Sam. “I need you to drive me to the treaty line.”  

Sam didn’t seem all that surprised that you knew what that was, but crossed his arms and looked you over. “Why?” 

“You know who my boyfriend is, I know you can smell it on me.” You said. He tilted his head up and watched you. “I was texting him about you being here. If he knows I was with you and then I don’t text back, he’ll try to come get me.”  

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “And start a war?” 

“If he thinks I’m in danger.” You said. “You’re the leader, right? Sam Uley?” He watched you, but didn’t say anything. “This doesn’t have to end in a fight. Not if you can get me there in time.” 

Sam seemed to look over you, trying to decide if you were telling the truth, before he shook his head. “Get on.” 

He took off his shirt and doubled over and before you knew it a black wolf the size of a grizzly bear was standing in front of you. Get on, he’d said.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You mumbled, before struggling onto his back. He let out a small growl which you guessed was wolf for ‘hold on’ and then took off at a run.

You’d been running with Jasper before, and were quite surprised to find that the wolf was just as fast, if not faster. Trees flew by you in a blur of darkness now that the sun had set and before you knew it, you’d reached the treaty line. You rolled off his back and doubled over, hands on knees, stomach churning. Though he was just as fast, Sam was not nearly as graceful. He looked at you warily before something in the woods caught his attention and he crouched into a more defensive position.

“Jasper?” You called out, knowing that’s the only one it could be, but Sam’s head was darting around, his lips curling back over huge canine teeth. There was more than one. “Emmett? Alice? Ed?” You guessed. “I’m fine, no one’s trying to hurt me.”

You glanced at the ground for something, perhaps, that marked where the actual treaty line was, but there was nothing, so you just glanced back at Sam and moved about ten feet forward, hoping that would put you in Cullen territory.

Emmet and Edward appeared just ten feet away, eyes trained on the wolf. Jasper was already in front of you.

“You smell like one of them, are you hurt?” He asked, voice stricken with tension.

“No, I lost my phone and-” You tried but he interrupted you.

“What’s this?” Jasper held up your bruised wrist and ignited a similar pain in your shoulder from where Sam had hauled you back over the cliff. You sucked air through your teeth and jerked your hand away from him instinctively.

What happened next happened very quickly. Edward, reading Jasper’s thoughts, said something along the lines of ‘grab him’ and before you knew it Emmet and Jasper were struggling behind you, Jasper trying to get to Sam, Emmett pouring all of his strength into keeping Jasper behind the treaty line. Sam was crouched and snarling, not attacking first but ready should Jasper get to him. Edward realized that Emmett may not be enough to hold him and grabbed Jasper’s other shoulder as Jasper kicked and snarled, as if all he wanted was to cross the treaty line. Before you really knew what you were doing, you were standing in front of Jasper.

“Y/N he’s not in control right now, you need to move.” Edward said seriously. He was not as strong as Emmett and his grip on Jasper’s arm kept slipping. You didn’t listen.

“Jasper look at me. Not him, me.” You said evenly. He didn’t listen until your hand touched his face. When he looked at you, you could tell it was not entirely Jasper staring back at you. Not your Jasper, anyway. “He didn’t hurt me, okay? You have to believe me, he didn’t. I lost my phone. He brought me here because I knew you’d be looking for me.” You said, your nails scratching in the hairs at the base of his neck.

He was still struggling but it seemed as if he was struggling away from you now, afraid he’d hurt you when he was not in control.

“Look at me.” You said again, forcing him to focus only on you.

“It’s working.” Edward said, looking at you. “Keep going.”

You looked back to Jasper and smiled. “Baby I’m fine. No one hurt me.” You said, your hands on either side of his face. “Listen, I’ll explain everything. But I need you to calm down.”

Jasper glanced back at Sam, and you did too.

“Thank you, Sam. For everything. You can go.” You said. Sam watched you for a second before he seemed to decide to trust you, and turned, loping off into the woods.

“He didn’t hurt you?” Jasper asked, his voice still laced with fury, but it was clear he was back in control.

“You can let him go.” You said to Emmett and Jasper, taking a breath.

“He saved her life.” Edward said, having apparently read Sam’s thoughts, “Apparently you were the one who almost killed her.” His voice was thick with amusement.

Jasper’s eyes widened and he straightened up. “What?” He asked.

You laughed in spite of yourself. “I may have been arguing with you and walked off a cliff.”

Jasper just watched you. “What.”

You broke into a fit of giggles and put your uninjured arm around him. “Let’s just go home. I have to go buy a new cellphone tomorrow.”

“My girlfriend’s an idiot.” Jasper put his arm around you, clearly pissed but amused as well.

“You love her.” You said smugly. His arm tightened around your waist.

Wild Mountain Thyme

Prompt: “You’re cute when you’re worried”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 839 (including song lyrics)

A/N: Thank you for the beta and for the prompt @jpadjackles

You were driving in the car with Jensen and he was pushing 30 over the speed limit, “Woah, slow down Dean.”

He white knuckled the steering wheel, “Slow down?! You want me to go slower?”

“You’re cute when you’re worried.” you said chuckling.

Jensen seems mildly offended and scrunched his face, “Shut up, how are you not worried right now!?”

Chuckling again you said, “Did you just tell the person who’s about to pop a baby out to shut up?”

Taking his eyes off the road, Jensen looked at you for a brief moment, his eyes already spoke his apology, “Oh shit, sorry baby I didn’t mean to-”

Cutting him off you said, “Hey, Jensen, relax. Everything’s going to be ok!” You were just joking around but you knew he felt bad for saying that.

He was really sweating at this point, his hand was clammy in yours, “But what if it’s not! What if something happens! What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Is that what you’re worried about? If she doesn’t like you?”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

You smiled imagining how much your daughter loved her father without even meeting him, “J she loves you already! You know how I can tell? She does a little dance everyday when you come home from work, or when you sing to her, and she only does that for you.”

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ONS 56 thoughts

I’ll address what people have expressed concern over. And forewarning, I’m a positive thinker. I know there are people who express themselves by making posts expressing their discontent, and that is totally fine and a way to cope. It’s just not mine. So some of what I say may seem optimistic, it doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed or worried about the issues, it’s just that I’d rather focus on the possibility of what I’m disappointed about turning into something else more preferable in the long run. So again, it’s not that there’s no problems, it’s just that I like to think they can be fixed. And note that this is all based off of what I can get out of the Japanese raw, not the official translation.

1.I agree that Guren and Yuu’s reunion lacked tension/angst. They are my favorites and I’m not one for unnecessary angst/talking, but that went too smoothly. However, I do have two possible reasons for both of them glossing over anger on Yuu’s side and apologizing on Guren’s. 

1a. It’s possible that Yuu isn’t straight up guilt tripping Guren and lashing out  because he’s the other one who knows what it’s like to lose control and attack others against your will. (I’m not saying it’s an excuse for the actions as previous decisions lead to their possibility for possession and such) However, Yuu felt horrible about it when he was told what he did during his berserk time and he may be under the impression he understands Guren and doesn’t want to hold his actions under possession against him. (He believes Guren didn’t want to do it because he saw Guren crying). 

1b. And Guren not apologizing could stem from how he was raised. He has always been under the impression that as a leader, if he maintains his composure, those around him will as well. If he’s calm, his followers are calm. In the LN, he makes Shigure worried by showing his own concern when his father is (unknowingly to Shigure) taken hostage and given a death sentence. He berates himself for letting his concern show and worrying her. Its possible he believes that others will reflect the state of nature he exudes. So in this case, he’s staying calm and pretending there’s no problems because he wants them to feel calm and assured as well. Yuu does immediately demand explanations, and Guren’s giving them. So it’s not like they’re shooting the breeze  like old pals.

2. Mahiru’s speech at Shinoa about awakening her demon powers by giving into sexual desire and losing herself (with someone heavily implied to be Yuu.) Yikes. I will admit that I ship Yuunoa over Mikayuu, even if it’s only a tad amount at that. However that whole thing doesn’t feel good at all. Shinoa’s so much more than gaining “power” from sleeping with somebody. Having said that, maybe there’s something else going on here. 

2a. This is said by Mahiru, the most unreliable of unreliable narrators imo. She may believe it, but I’m not convinced she’s right. It is how she gained her full demonic powers. However, I think it’s because being with Guren is what she “lusted” after for so long. And once she got what she wanted, the demon got what it wanted because Mahiru had nothing left to aim for. I think that made Mahiru believe that that’s simply what lust is because that’s how she experienced it. Therefore, that’s how everybody must do it. 

2b. I’d like to believe that Kagami will stay true to his word and keep this his story about family. I get the feeling he’s setting this up for Shinoa to reveal that the thing she had “lusted” for was the family that just couldn’t exist within the Hiragi controlled surroundings she grew up in. The reason she slightly blushes looking at Yuu in the chapter (leading Mahiru to think he’s the one she’ll lust after) is because Yuu is the center of this makeshift family. She doesn’t look straight at him, she looks at him being surrounded by others before looking at him specifically. He brought together the squad, Mika, and Guren. (and Crowley I guess) I said in a previous post that I believe Shinoa is really curious about this idea of family Yuu has and that’s why I think that’s what she’ll end up “lusting” for and finding herself/losing herself in getting. Though I don’t foresee it being to a negative extent like Mahiru. And that’s how they’ll differ. (my ideal endgame is zero couples and a massive platonic family vibe when all is said and done)

2c. I personally would rather have had the time spent on Mahiru’s speech with Shinoa slapping Guren on behalf of her team (family). Actually, if she could have knocked both Yuu and Guren on their heads, that would have been amazing.

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word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook


Originally posted by donewithjeon

New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”


“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Reasons to ship Scott x Malia
  • He calls her Lia
  • He was the one who changed her back into a human
  • He was the first person she saw as a human
  • He teaches her
  • “What if I told you that you’re the only one that I have left?”
  • He saw her naked (a lot!) but it isn’t a thing for them
  • They respect each other
  • “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing” “Your heart is pounding like crazy. Are you nervous?”
  • She sends him home when he wanted to help her with the desert wolf to protect him
  • ”I’m not asking. I’m offering. I’m just saying its okay if you want to [talk]”
  • They both broke up and are free for new love
  • “I can handle Peter” “You can handle him better with me!”
  • ”Malia. It’s okay. You’re safe.” 
  • “Scott you need your inhaler! Scott use it, use your inhaler!”
  • They saved each other many times

-She turns against her own father to protect him

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So, I had planned to write Captain Charming post that  ep… but instead it’s mostly Killian/Snow  interaction.  I don’t even know.

              He’s pacing outside the loft when Snow opens the door.

              It startles him for a moment, seeing her rather than Dave.  He knows the two have been trading out, of course, but he’s spent so much time with her husband, that seeing Snow leaves him unsure for a moment.

              He hadn’t known what he would say to Dave, those bloody pages burning a hole in his pocket, so now that he’s faced with the man’s wife instead, he’s left utterly speechless.

              Snow looks at him for a long moment with those eyes so like Emma’s.  Her purse is draped over her arm, but after a moment of looking at him, she sets it aside and opens her door wider.

              “Come in, Killian.”

              “I…” Killian scratches his ear, not knowing what to do.  “You were leaving.  I don’t wish to keep you.”

              “It’s not important. Come in, Killian.”

              He obeys the order the second time it’s given, and perches on a chair at the counter, watching Snow as she moves around the kitchen. It takes her just minutes to put together some tea, and then she joins him at the counter, placing large mugs in front of them both.

              “You’re troubled,” Snow remarks, and it surprises Killian somewhat.  Dave doesn’t tend to notice when he’s troubled so quickly, and Emma would immediately ask what was wrong.  But Snow just watches him and waits

              Killian thinks to out wait her, burying his attention in his mug. But her gaze is a heavy weight  on the top of his head as he stares into his mug, and finally, to turn her attention elsewhere, he pulls out the page and tosses them in front of her.


              “If you’re worried about making Emma think poorly of her friend, then you shouldn’t. It’s not like you ran off to this-”

              “The man in the pages is David’s father.” Killian stares into the tea, even as he cuts Snow off, unable to bear the thought of her trying to make him feel better.  And the words don’t stop at that.  “I killed him.”

              Silence again, and he can feel her gaze on him once more.  Killian can’t look up.  Not when he knows that he’ll see disappointment – or worse, hatred – in those eyes so similar to the woman he loves.  

              “Does David know?”

              It’s the tone that makes Killian’s head jerk up. Because there isn’t anger there, but rather compassion.  It’s a testament, to how very kind Snow is, that her expression is that of empathy.

              “We thought it was George.  It would have been George… but I was there.  I should have let him go free, but it would be an irritant, to have a king after me.  So I murdered him, and never thought of him again except…”

              He looks at those damning pages, and recalls his own childhood, and that feeling of abandonment – the one that ruins a boy and leaves him ruined into manhood – and it makes him feel ill, to know that it’s his fault that Dave knows that bitter experience as well.

              “I didn’t know.  Not until the puppet brought me those pages last night.”

              He’d gone through the motions with Emma, and his loving may have been a bit fiercer, because he’d known it might be the last time. He should have told her… but another part of him needed to tell Dave first. And yet another part had needed one last taste of her, before he very likely lost her forever.

              Emma Swan wasn’t the type to welcome the murderer of her own family into his bed.

              He had left that morning before Emma awoke, and wandered the streets  until the  clock hit an acceptable time and he’d found himself outside the loft..

              “And now you’re here,” Snow remarks.  “To tell him.”

              He can’t say anything, just nods miserably.  Snow joins him, and runs a hand over his hair.  It’s such a motherly gesture, and Killian has few memories of his mother, so he has to close his eyes lest he embarrass them both with his tears.

              “You’re a good man, Killian Jones.” He shudders, and his breath is a sob at Snow’s words.  She hugs him, and he can’t help but hug her back.  “You may not have always been, but you are now. David knows that.  Tell him, and then give him time.”

              “Why are you being so kind to me?” he asks her, as she walks away.  She keeps her back to him as she cleans her mug, and Killian is thankful, as it gives him a moment to  wipe away the tears that want to fall. “Dave… this tore him up. And it’s because of me.”

              “You’re tearing  yourself up enough for  us both. And maybe  I understand  you a little more than you think.  Despite my name, I’m not entirely without darkness,  Killian.”

              He thinks that her darkness is nothing to his,  but then  again, who is he to belittle the pain others carry?


              “Will forgive you, because she knows you’ve changed. So will David. You’re here, Killian. You’re telling the truth. That… it counts for a lot.”

              Killian swallows and gives the smallest of nods, though he doesn’t quite believe her.  Snow’s expression  says she knows his thoughts, but rather than say anything more, she wipes her hands and heads for the steps.

              “I’ll wake David for you… Killian?  Just tell him the truth.  The way you told it to me.  Whatever happens, I believe it will work out in the end.”

              Killian says nothing and for a moment he considers fleeing.  But then a heavier tread comes down the steps, and now it’s Dave.

              Killian swallows, and lets him read the pages, and decides to do exactly as Snow had suggested.

              And perhaps, someday, he’ll regain all he’s sure he’ll lose.

anonymous asked:

RFA+Unknown+V if they meet MC and find out she's a single mother


anyways i got another request asking for a MC who was pregnant while they met so im making amix of both because theyre so similar requests

*NOTE*: I had to stray away from the secret endings when I wrote for him so pls don’t hate me


- he isn’t exactly ready to be a father mainly because he’s still in college and addicted to games

- super nervous about meeting your son despite the fact he’s still a toddler, only being three years old

- your son is your own flesh and blood and he knows you’d choose him over any man out there who you think might not be a good enough father role for him. Yoosung is no exception for this and he knows it, which is also why he is ,understandably , nervous

- you have to comfort him and tell him you think he would make the perfect father for Ryun (your son) and that you’re certain he’ll love him

- Yoosung is a nervous wreck when the day comes when he’s supposed to meet Ryun

- he has no idea if he’s supposed to bring the boy some kind of gift or not. Its been a while since he had been three years old and he has no idea what toddlers like

- he decides to bring Ryun his favorite figurine of his favorite LOLOL character and he makes his way to the park where you two are supposed to meet

- Ryun absolutely adores Yoosung which makes both you and Yoosung ecstatic

- he’s now constantly asking to go visit yoosung (assuming you and him haven’t moved in with eachother yet)

- he cried the first time Ryun called him dad

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Scarying Us (Mob AU! Baekhyun)

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Type: Angst Fluff

You bounced your daughter Yeseul lightly as you looked over your eldest daughter’s shoulder “Geonjoo you’re doing it wrong” you say as you looked at her math work. “Dad normally helps” she mumbles as your youngest spits up into your shoulder. “Alright I’ll be right back” you say as you but Yeseul in her baby seat before heading into your room.


The door was thrown open startling your daughters as their father came in cupping his side. His hand was bloody as he held his side. “Dad” Geonjoo said scared. “What are you doing up?” he asked as he sunk to the floor in pain as Jongdae and Junmyeon rushed in helping him up. Baekhyun panicked as he heard Yeseul start crying from the loud noises. “No princess” he whispered as he started losing consciousness. “Baek?” he hears before he slipped into darkness.


Baekhyun awoke to the sounds of baby music and coos from Yeseul. He quickly sat up before cupping his side. He felt a bandage as the door opened to your bedroom. “Geonjoo” he said as she looks up at him. One thing he never liked doing was bringing his work home. “You okay princess?” he asked as she brought over a drink for him along with pills. “Mom is making you soup” she said as Baekhyun grabbed her and sat her on the bed. “Does mom know about all of these?” she asks as she looked over her scarred father as he just smiles “yes honey. Just don’t worry okay” he says ad he kisses her head.

You came into the room as Baekhyun looks down as Geonjoo got up and left the room as you brought Baekhyun his soup. He took the bowl from you headed over to pick up the little infant girl up. “Did they sleep well?” he asked as you patted Yeseul’s bum. “Why did you come home?” you asked him as he sat the bowl down on the table “it was closest to where we were. They knew you knew how to fix people up-” “you didn’t think about your daughters” you cut him off. “Honey I’m sorry” he said as he started standing up “stay in bed” you tell him as he groaned. “I love you” he tells you as you make a sound walking out of the room.


Baekhyun smiled as Yeseul gripped his shirt. “Look how big you’re getting” he cooed as he rubbed her back. He hasn’t been able to have a day off from his work since really Yeseul was born but now after his injury he was allowed to stay home for a week or so to boost his strength. “Sister will be home soon and mommy too then we can have dinner” he coos as the front door open. “Hi mommy hi sissy” Baekhyun says in his baby voice as you give a small smile. “I’m taking 2 weeks off and spending time with you guys” he says as Geonjoo smiles “can I take off school then?” she asks as Baekhyun chuckles “no” he says as he bounces Yeseul.

Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part Seven)

Warnings: This chapter is dark. Talk about hurting kids. Psychopath talk. Fear. Pain. Worry. Be warned, this chapter is dark so if you don’t want to read it because of something in the warnings, please don’t.

Summary: Kai comes back from the dead to find he has a child, after moving to New Orleans he realizes that he can’t escape the monster he met in Hell.

A/n: Seriously, when I say dark I mean dark. @geminioriginalsimagines



Kai was out with Anna, buying some more candles for them to practice magic on, and you were having an anxiety attack on the toilet seat. There was a pregnancy test lying in front of you on the counter, and you were so nervous to see the results you’re sure you’re about to pass out. After the second morning throwing up you were pretty sure you were pregnant, which scared the hell out of you. Even more so than when you found out you were pregnant with Anna.

Kai was still Kai, he was still a little bit of a sociopath, but he seemed different now. When you were pregnant with Anna you debated giving her up for adoption, Kai wasn’t fit to be a father, and you thought you weren’t fit to be a mother, you were terrified of what Kai would do if he knew. But now, every time you saw him with Anna you were reminded that he was different. Or at least that he was trying to be different. He held her hand while she walked across the street, he drew on the sidewalk with chalk with her, he let her put bows in his hair, he was even trying to teach her how to siphon magic without hurting anything. Maybe this time it would be different. You reach forward and pick up the stick, your eyes staring down at it, you gasp as you notice the pink lines across it. You’re pregnant, you’re pregnant, it’s all that goes through your mind.

A door opens downstairs, slow footsteps echo through the empty house, you sit up straight, that wasn’t Kai. You grab your phone and he Kai on speedial.

“What’s wrong? Need some milk?” He laughs on the other line.

“There’s someone in the house. Get home, right now.” Your voice shakes as the footsteps start coming up the stairs. “Kai, I’m serious-”

“Oh, hello, darling.” The same Heretic from Mystic Falls steps into the doorway, you drop the phone. You throw your hands out, trying to use your magic to push him back, it doesn’t work.

“Darling, darling, darling, I’m your guest, don’t be rude.” He lifts a hand- “Motus.”

You skid across the floor towards him, his hand wraps tight around your throats as he presses you to the wall of your bedroom. You choke and claw at his hand, he smiles maliciously up at you.

“Why…” You try to kick at him, it doesn’t work, you’re paralyzed. He rolls his eyes.

“Why am I hurting you? Oh well that’s simple, really. I knew Kai when he was in hell, and I followed him out.” You take a deep gasping breath when his hand releases just barely.

“I’m just a psychopath looking for some fun.” He drops you, and then a second later his foot slams into your stomach. Panic fills your chest, you’re pregnant, what if he kills your baby? Your arms fly over your stomach, a desperate attempt to save your baby. He kicks your face, your head bounces back against the wall and then lowers.

“Malum!” Just as he’s rearing his foot back to kick you again Kai steps through the doorway. You were passed out against the wall and Kai was going to kill Malum for hurting you.

“Oh hello, Kai. Come to join the fun?” Malum puts a hand out towards you and lifts you off the ground, you come to, your cheekbone is bruising and Kai can hear your heartbeat speed up.

“I came to kill you.” Malum laughs, it’s a loud, sociopathic laugh that resembled Kai’s from five years ago so much that it made the blood in your veins run cold.

“You can try, but once I tear through you, I’m going to take this sweet, beautiful girlfriend of yours, and then I’ll take your babies.” Malum’s hands runs from your cheek to your shoulder to your stomach. You shudder and try to move away from him but his magic keeps you still against the wall.

“I’ll take these two little babies in your girlfriend’s belly and I’ll feed and feed and feed on them until all they know is the feel of my teeth sinking into their neck. Oh and sweet, sweet Anna. She’s just a little ray of sunshine isn’t she? So soft, so kind, and so incredibly brave. I’m going to destroy her, I’ll break her down and tear her apart until she begs for death.” Malum laughs again as he sees the fear mounting in your eyes. Kai’s eyes are fixed on yours, he knows you’re pregnant, and he looks terrified.

“You won’t touch any of my family, ever again.” Kai puts his hand out, Malum doesn’t budge.

“Mmm, no.” Malum turns his head to the side as he stares over you, contemplating something. “Not today.”

With a wind that moves your hair he’s gone. You sigh and lean back against the wall even more. Your arm was draped over your stomach and your jaw was bruising a violent purple and black as you slide down to a sitting position. You try to take slow deep breaths in.

“Where’s Anna?” You didn’t try to stand, you knew your legs would give out if you did, but the tone of your voice definitely conveyed worry.

“In the car, I told her I’d come and get her when I made sure everything was okay.” He kneels down and bites his wrist, pressing it to your mouth and then taking it away once you were sufficiently healed.

Your clothes were barely even scuffled in the fight, nothing lay broken or out of place, you reach out in front of you and with a quick snap of your fingers your blood on the floor and wall is gone. Kai helps you to your feet and you walk downstairs, wanting to go make lunch and talk to Kai about Malum and you being pregnant. Kai comes back into the house with Anna, and she runs right for you, her arms open in an impending hug.

“Mommy!” You hug her back.

“Are you okay? Are the babies okay?” You back out of the hug.

“How did you know I was pregnant?” You ask, still smiling, Kai looks stunned still.

“I dreamt about it. Like how I dreamt about when daddy was coming back, I knew there was two babies inside you, can I share a room with them?” You scoff out a little laugh.

“No, I think the babies will be staying with daddy and I. Go play with your toys, I have to talk to daddy.” Kai stares you down even as Anna walks into the living room to play with her toys, he was assessing you, listening to your heartbeat.

“You won’t be able to hear them, I know that’s what you’re trying to do. A baby’s heartbeat doesn’t start to show until like a month in or something, I can’t really remember.” Kai’s eyes move slowly from your stomach to your face.

“You’re pregnant?” He asks, obviously shocked by the sound of his own voice.

“Are you going to leave me?” The question had been playing on your mind ever since you took that test, will he leave you? Will he try to take Anna from you while leaving?

“What? No, of course I’m not going to leave you. I’m trying to be a better person than I was all those years ago, can’t you see that?” He was getting angry, you could tell, he always got angry when he didn’t know which emotion to feel.

“Yes, I can. But you can’t blame me for asking Kai, if I had told you I was pregnant with Anna back then, you wouldn’t have flinched if I told you I was going to put her up for adoption. You would have turned her into something terrible, and don’t say you wouldn’t have because you would, you were different then. Hell changed you, Kai, and you can’t deny it.” You were so calm, how were you so calm? You could see the gears in Kai’s head turning, he was thinking, thinking, thinking.

“I’m not trying to deny it- it’s just- you’re pregnant! I never planned on having one child let alone three, and being a dad is so new to me. What you said about me turning Anna into something dark, I still think I can do that. I don’t think I’m a good father and I mean, it’s not like I had the best father ever, being the family abomination was never easy.” Kai’s emotions were changing, he always did it when he was conflicted, now he was sad, even worried.

“Kai, our children are not going to be like you. Anna’s a siphon, do you think she believes she’s an abomination, no- she knows she’s different from other witches, but does that discourage her? Not a chance, and these babies, these two babies, they’re not going be you. They aren’t you, and neither is Anna.”

You take a few steps towards so you’re standing barely a foot away from him, and you take his hand, pressing it to your stomach. He looks down at his hand, eyes widening as he feels them, he can feel their magic, just like you can.

“They are going to love you, and you know why?” Kai looks back up at you, his eyes still wide, hand still on your stomach.

“Why?” His voice is small, his eyes watery with what you assume to be happy tears.

“Because you’re going to love them.” You put a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into your palm.

“I need to tell you something.” His voice is low, his eyes look anywhere but yours.

“What is it?” Your smile falters, he sounded so serious, and you were starting to get scared.

“We need to go back to Mystic Falls.”

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I make my bed as Nurse Kim strolls in. She has a look of uncertainty plastered on her face. “Is everything alright?” I ask her. Closing the door behind her, she looks out the little glass window before she makes way to me.

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Family Strife

I’m worried about my mom, she hasn’t been herself lately. Usually she’s such a sweet and happy woman, eager to help and please. She worships my father and he in turn dotes on her. I’ve always aspired to have a relationship like that. One of absolute love and reverence. Dad always says any man or woman would be lucky to have me and that they’d undoubtedly treat me like the goddess I was.

Like I said, that was the way my mom usually was. Recently things have been off. She hasn’t been smiling as much as she used to, and when she does smile it doesn’t light up the room as it should. It’s thin, wavering… all her smiles look so forced and fake now. I’ve asked my dad about it, but all he’s said so far is that he’ll talk to her. I hope it’s nothing too bad. We’ve had enough trouble in our lives.

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I was rewatching the scene where Mon-El meets his parents and his mother hugs him. He doesn’t even hug her back!! 

That my friends is not what happens if a family is happy to be together. 

I feel like his mom is the one we really need to worry about. She is the one that convinces Kara that Mon-El would be “better” off. And that obviously fails since he doesn’t want to come back. And when he does get sent back his father does it without hesitation while his mother wants to protest but doesn’t. 

There has to be more to all of this then something as simple as Mon-El being the Prince. 

Dating Damian Wayne Headcanons

Dating Damian Wayne/Robin would include:

>Before you start dating he ‘doesn’t have any feelings for you at all’. None.
Maybe he does have feelings for you.

> Probably tried to avoid you for a while in hopes of ‘getting rid of the feelings’ turns out that only made him want to see you more and he just gave up in the end. Obviously didn’t miss you.
Maybe missed you a little more than he’d like to admit.

> Speaks to you in Arabic sometimes, mostly for nicknames or compliments since that way you don’t know what he is saying and neither do the majority of his family. Unless you speak/learn Arabic and say something back to him and he’s a little horrified because shit, you understood him this whole time!

> Probably calls you beloved after a while as a way of expressing how he feels.

> Still has difficultly expressing emotions and prefers to show them with his actions. Whether it be displays of affection, gifts or simple things to make you happy.

> “Why did you buy me this, I didn’t think our anniversary was until next month.”
“I know just open it.”
Damian made the mistake of leaving the price tag on this one time and it has never happened since, he always remembers to take it off from now on.
“How much?! No take it back, I cannot accept this - you don’t have to win me over with gifts I love you already. That is too much money to spend on me Dami.”
“Beloved, do you like the gift?”
“I love it but I can’t -”
“Then I’m not taking it back, besides Father has plenty of money.”

> Doesn’t mind PDA but it’s not for anything heated, that is saved for when you two are alone, light kisses and hand holding are perfectly fine - it shows everyone that you are his s/o.

> Quite protective of you, Damian doesn’t want you getting hurt under any circumstances. Will happily lay down his life for you if the need ever arose.

> Damian can get jealous but doesn’t usually show it because he has complete faith in you, though if someone is becoming a little touchy Damian is by your side in seconds with an arm around your waist, placing a loving kiss on your lips, cheek or neck.
“How are you doing beloved?”
The offending party normally takes the hint and leaves or finishes up their conversation. Damian is not afraid to use the ‘bat glare’ on them.

> After a couple of months, Damian likely tells you that’s he’s Robin out of the blue. It’d be a causal moment and he’d just calmly state it whilst you’re low-key freaking out and thinking he’s kidding.
“Oh by the way I’m Robin.”
“Damian, what the HECK?!”
“You heard me beloved.” And Damian is so chill and doesn’t quite grasp the weight of the conversation he’s just started.
“That’s so dangerous! You could die! Every night you could just die, with the villains and the guns and the fights and the ninja skills. How are you still alive?!”
“Because I’m the one with the ‘ninja skills’ as you call them.”
“Right, yeah. Just please be careful out there, I can’t lose you okay?”

> Shows you the Batcave soon after he’s given you his identity and you’re just awestruck because this is the Batcave you’re standing in and then you meet Batman. Bruce Wayne is Batman - also very casual about that fact.

> Once you know about the Batfam, Damian starts to train you. It builds your self defence skills and he gets to spend more time with you. It’s a win win in his opinion.

> Training can get intimate and I mean, it can be a turn on for Damian sometimes. If you actually manage to pin him when practicing a move he is putty in your hands omg. His s/o is a beautiful badass that’s now capable of using moves that can pin him, he is just congratulating you even if it wasn’t Assassin Class stuff because you are amazing.

> When Titus decides he likes you and happily sits on your lap Damian has decided you’re the one. Apparently Titus’ approval matters.

> Having to meet/endure the rest of the family and you both probably get teased by his older brothers sometimes whilst Barbara and Stephanie find almost every little thing adorable and tell the boys to leave you alone.

> Jason does most of the teasing and sometimes it gets annoying.
“Yeah well at least Damian has a partner to be with.” Has been muttered once or twice by yourself and Damian is just smirking proudly.

> Cassandra just rolls with it to be honest, Damian has a partner? Good for him. Anyone tries to hurt (y/n)? You better fucking run.

> Tim is 77% sure that Damian has paid you be his s/o.
“Wow, you’re acting skills are amazing. It’s been what 4 months now? How much is Damian paying you today?
“Nothing at all Tim - except affection.”
“Are you sure (y/n)? The demon spawn doesn’t just get a partner.”
“Drake, leave my beloved alone. I assure you that they’re here by their own choice.”
“Uh huh. Sure.”

> Dick thinks it’s great, Damian having an s/o and gives him dating advice even when Damian doesn’t want it.

> Bruce and Alfred are basically the stereotypical proud parents and Bruce is really glad Damian has found someone like you. Has no idea how Damian is going to react if he ever loses you and that thought actually worries his father because he sees how much he cares about you.

> And then there was Talia, she was dead set on getting a strong woman from the League of Assassins to marry Damian in order to produce the next heirs. Damian wasn’t having it, he is in love with you and does not require permission from anybody to date you (except maybe your parents but that’s not the point right now). She seemed satisfied, you’re capable of making her son happy, that was enough for now - though the Al Ghul bloodline is still open to discussion.

> Generally just a strong relationship and standing by his side through thick and thin, Damian being there for you whenever you need it, this means cuddles and kisses if you want them.

I Will Come Home

Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Note: I came up with this idea while I was supposed to be taking a break and relaxing for a few days. I wanted to write something for Oak’s last show, and I know I’m a little late but anyway. I hope you enjoy

Warnings: Angst, sadness, character death

Word Count: 1,693

Originally posted by possiblestalker

The day you married Hercules was the greatest day of your life. You had never met another person who made you feel the way he made you feel. His thick, muscled arms made you feel as if nothing could hurt you when they were wrapped around you in a tight embrace. And while not a man of many words, always managed to find the perfect thing to say in any given situation.

After the wedding your favorite days the ones where the two of you would it together in his tailor shop. He would mend clothes, or create breathtaking designs while you read to him. The tradition had started after you had talked so much about a book you had enjoyed that he finally told you he wanted to read it just to understand what you were talking about but he wasn’t sure when he would get the time so you offered to read it out loud to him. Soon you stopped reading books to yourself, and the two of you would enjoy them together as you read them to him.

Other times, when you didn’t feel like reading and the workload wasn’t too hectic for Hercules he would attempt to teach you how to sew. You had admitted to him just after you got married that you had never learned how to sew, despite your mother trying to teach you as a young girl but you had never picked it up. He would sit behind you, his arms around your waist as he watched you from over your shoulder, ready to assist at any time.

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Doctor doctor (Simon Request)

“Yeah sure, room 9” You repeat what the assistant had said and head through to the room of the hospital you worked in.
It was always busy at this time in the A&E section of the hospital but it was what you had worked for since you were little. The doctor dream that so many kids had, only yours never changed.
“Hello Katie” You grin, looking through the file you had been given, “And what’s happened to you today?”
The little girl was sat in the bed with tears building in her eyes already and her dad sat beside her.
“She fell off her bike in the park and her leg landed underneath it” Her dad explains and you can tell he is highly worried.
“Well that doesn’t sound nice does it” You frown, “Let me have a look”
Her dad pulls down the material of her sock and Katie cries out as it touches her wound.
“Im sure we can get this cleaned up in no time” You smile, going to get a bandage from the drawer.
The father now looks pale with concern.
“Go get yourself some coffee or a water. You seem like you need it” You comment reassuringly.
“Are you sure?” He raises his brows.
“Of course” You nod, “And how about I use one of the extra special wraps for you?”
The little girls face lights up at the sight of the pink bandage in your hands and by the time her dad returns she’s sat on the bed laughing as you explain about the poster that hung upon the wall.
“(Y/n) I’m really sorry but there’s some guys here for you in room 14” They specifically requested you" The assistant explains and you frown instantly.
“Umm yeah okay” You reply, “Looks like I’m off to save another life” You grin to Katie, “Keep that all wrapped up and make sure you don’t play with the bandage too much. You’ll be back on that bike in no time”
“Thank you so much” Her father smiles in relief.
“Its all in the job” You chuckle before switching back to the task at hand. These so called ‘guys’ in Room 14 that had asked for you. It was strange really. Usually people in A&E cared more about themselves than the doctor that took care of them. Scrap that. It was always the case. Why would anyone ask for you to specifically help them when the hospital was in this much of a rush?
Just as you had subconsciously known, all seven of the sidemen were sat in room 14 despite the limit of three.
“What the hell are you-” You start until your eyes fall on your long term boyfriend Simon laying back on the bed with his arm hung over his stomach.
“We were filming and then-”
“And then we started-”
“But then i-”
All of them start to frantically explain the situation in their own way to you.
“Alright enough” You raise your voice enough to reach over all of theirs. They all shut up instantly and find their places across the room. Away from the bed.
“Thank you” You sigh, walking over to your boyfriend, “What happened babe? Are you okay?“ You question with automatic worry.
“JJ happened” He glares over at his friend jokingly, “We were filming and he hit right into me.”
You cautiously lift his arm and see him wince instantly, causing you to release it, “Alright you’ll have to go for an xray okay? I’ll go get the guy now. You lot can stay in here”
“Can’t we come with him?” JJ asks in a panic.
“No of course not, get yourselves some drinks and I’ll come let you know how he’s getting on” You comment.
“Are you not coming with me?” Simon frowns, wincing
“No babe I’ve still got patients to see to. I’ll be right back as soon as possible honest” You nod.
“Okay” He replies and you buzz for the other doctor to come in, who does instantly and soon Simon is off.
“You guys try not to make too much of a havoc and if you need anything then there’s a drinks machine and a vending machine down the corridor” You explain hurriedly.
You rush off to see to another patient all the while with the fear of exactly what had happened to your boyfriend.
When you and Simon first started dating you knew that you took on his friends too. They were like having six children sometimes. And today was proof of that.
When you returned to the room to check on them they were busy trying to wrap Vikks head in a bandage from the drawer.
“What on earth are you doing?!” You exclaim, glad that you finally had a bit of a break to sort them out.
“(Y/n) help!” Vikk squeals though it is muffled as Ethan wraps the material round his mouth.
“Guys seriously I can’t leave you alone for two flipping seconds can I?” You shake your head, taking the bandage from them and unravelling it yourself.
“When is Simon gonna be back?” Harry questions, flopping onto the bed.
“I’m back boys!” He calls from behind you at the door, his arm now wrapped in a cast with a sling hung round his shoulder.
“Broken” You state, the doctor side of you coming out, “I’m guessing only in one place”
“That’s what they said! I told them you were my girlfriend so they said I’d be fine!” He chuckles.
“Of course you will be, she’s basically Florence what’s her name” Ethan cackles.
“Nightingale” Tobi finishes for him, laughing.
The boys all start chatting.
Simon slings his one good arm round your waist.
“Was someone worried about me babygirl?” He mumbles.
“Yeah these six assholes” You smirk and lean round to kiss his cheek.

Yes, maybe Mai did open up a little more for Zuko, so she’s shocked and hurt when Zuko doesn’t return the favor since opening up is hard for her, but…

 Friendly reminder that Mai shut Zuko down every time he opened himself up to her 

 Friendly reminder that Mai mocked Zuko when he tried to confide in her about his emotional abuse

 Friendly reminder that Mai told Zuko that what he worried about didn’t matter and implied he was being ridiculous and that he’d just fuck up anyway

 Friendly reminder that even when Zuko tried to do little things for Mai like give her sweet gifts, she spat them back in his face in mockery 

 Friendly reminder that Mai doesn’t get why Zuko wanted to go against his father even though she knew everything that happened to Zuko and all the Fire Nation does

 Friendly reminder that Mai bosses Zuko around like he’s dog in “The Beach”

Friendly reminder that Zuko has to seek out Mai’s approval to please her in the same fashion that he did with his father because nothing was ever good enough 

Friendly reminder that Zuko and Mai don’t even know each other Friendly reminder that Azula hooked them up to manipulate Zuko

 Friendly reminder that while Mai does not realize she’s shutting down Zuko and invalidating his feelings, that she has been since day one, and that doesn’t excuse it; and despite the fact that Zuko isn’t perfect and fucks up, he NEVER intentionally tried to hurt Mai, in fact, quite the opposite, and Mai is intentionally trying to make Zuko hurt inside!!! 

 Friendly reminder that even though Mai feels comfortable opening up to Zuko, She has made Zuko (probably subconsciously) extremely uncomfortable to open up to Mai! Friendly reminder that Zuko opens up to all of his friends about his problems!!! which means there’s a reason he isn’t opening up to Mai!¡ That’s why it hurts her! She doesn’t know she shuts him down! But, she does!!

  Friendly reminder that this ship is a dysfunctional mess and sucks for all parties involved and maybe bryke actually realized this for once!!!!!!!

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GTA: The Party Boy

Originally posted by jengkook

First Part of Jimin’s story for my GTA AU (read Hoseok’s Here) This series can be read in any order or for any one person but share the wealth! Experience it all! Based off of this post by @jgguks

word count: 1800

warnings: drug use, drug mention, food

a/n: yoongi’s next :^) - fox

“How’s that old girl of yours?”

Jimin turned to face the voice. It was well past one AM and after Hoseok, the usual dealer, left the frat party with some girl, he had to go into the club he frequents and buy straight from the Boss.

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Bedroom Window

Prompt: Hey I love you’re writing!!! I was thinking you could write a story where Clarke and Lexa are in high school and live next door to each other and one night Lexa accidentally sees Clarke changing through her bedroom windows! Thanks!!!!!

The summer had gone rogue, running roughshod over June and July, and strangling the whole of mid-Atlantic in the chokehold of a terrible and relentless humidity.  By August, those who had waited patiently for the season to raise the white flag of surrender found their hopes dashed, as the temperatures climbed even higher, and the brutal heat wave gave every indication that it intended to poke its ass into September.  In Martin’s Addition, Md., the thick, heavy heat sent most people scrambling off to air conditioned rooms, and dark, cold basements, desperate to find relief from the weather.  However, as a new school year loomed sullen and ominous on the horizon, the village’s younger residents clung desperately to the last vestiges of their liberty, braving the stifling heat to squeeze the final precious ounces of freedom from their summer.  All of them, save one.”

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