i did this today on my lunch break so it's super quick but

Broken 22

Disclaimer: Domestic violence. 

You didn’t know if you were ready to face the real world again, sure it had only been two days but it somehow felt like a lifetime. Dr Cho had been in first thing that morning to clear you. At her insistence last night your brother had went home, which you were grateful for you need time to process that they didn’t hate you, and to be perfectly honest you still needed time.

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Best Friends with the 97 line [Seventeen]

GENRE: drabble, fluff, best friend!au, non-famous

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  • Okay how you even became friends with these three very different boys no one will really know
  • hell you dont really know
  • like, mingyu was that snotty kid who ran around sticking boogers on everyone in pre-K and you were the only one who would get close to him
  • Because your mama told you to love everybody
  • and you got nicknamed “Kootie Kid” because of it
  • you two stuck close to each other all through elementary school because, well, cooties
  • and mingyu was super nice sharing with you animal crackers for lunch
  • and sometimes he’d give you a bit of his popsicle
  • then in elementary school this other rly weird kid joined you two
  • and he liked to smile alot
  • like he smiled at everYTHING
  • but no one rly liked him because he was like super sensitive and would start crying when no one wanted to play with him on the playground
  • he would look so sad??? because he’s usually smiling and laughing but that day it was just so :( to see him crying in a corner all by himself
  • so you two went over to him
  • and you were like “Wanna play with us? nobody likes us either”
  • Elementary school kids are mean
  • his name was seokmin and when his momma realized he had friends she would organize playdates and pack yall food because omg my baby finally has friends
  • and mingyu and seokmin loved to do stupid boy things like race each other to the top of trees
  • or see who can hang upside on the monkey bars the longest
  • and you’re like “bros yall gonna get hurt”
  • but they dont listen to you
  • and you run after them because you know one of them will fall or break an arm or sth and youre like the personal assistant who has to patch them up
  • but that one time seokmin fell and cut his knee instead of laughing mingyu yelled at you like “Y/N get me some plasters!!!! and some water!!! quick!!!!”
  • because he knew you didnt like blood
  • so he cleaned up the wound while you scolded that dummy
  • and seok’s sniffling and stuff but mingyu’s done in a jiff and thereby appoint him the group medic
  • so like through elementary school and middle school you guys were known as the three musketeers and did everything together
  • did projects together
  • got in trouble together
  • even dressed up as the three musketeers for halloween at some point
  • oh and that one time seokmin didnt know how to ride a bike and you two taught him
  • he wouldnt stop hugging you guys when he figured it out
  • and in summer you would ride your bikes to the ice cream place and mingyu would buy you two ice cream
  • and in return seokmin would make his mom give you food
  • and you feel like a potato because you dont really do anything but the two of them are like
  • “No y/n, you are so important to us”
  • Mingyu:*nodding* i woudnt have any friends in pre-k if you werent afraid of getting cooties
  • Seokmin: and i wouldnt have any friends in elementary school if you two didnt talk to me
  • and you’re so touched awwww these two punks appreciate you
  • so high school comes around and you’re scared cuz you know what people say abt high school it tears people apart
  • but mingyu and seokmin stuck closer to you than ever
  • mingyu would sit on your right and seokmin on your left in every class you shared tgt
  • and in art class
  • you’re great at art btw
  • but in art class mingyu would like show you his paintings
  • “Y/N is it good?”
  • “Um…. what’s that supposed to be?”
  • “ITS YOU! I DREW!!!!”
  • and seokmin would laugh hard af
  • because i looks nothing like you
  • and you’re hitting mingyu on his arm and he’s like “WHAT WHAT ITS BEAUTIFUL!!?!?!?”
  • its literally a blob of beige with back eyes and string for hair
  • and amidst the fighting and the laughing courtesy of seokmin you three kinda mess up the art room
  • and get sent to detention
  • “Y/N……” mingyu pouts
  • “Y/NNN” seokmin calls
  • but you ignore them
  • “Y/N!!!!!!!” they say together
  • “WHAT!”
  • “We’re sorry” :(
  • “So very sorry”
  • “We’ll make it up to you!!
  • “How?”
  • and they do all the cleaning that you were supposed to do for the teachers
  • actually mostly mingyu did but seokmin helped by bringing you drinks and all omg they treat you so well
  • so halfway through the year this new student comes and he has no friends right
  • his name’s minghao
  • and he’s struggling with his korean and he’s super quiet all the time
  • one time seokmin was telling this rly stupid joke and you three passed by the table he was at
  • and he kinda looked up at you guys all longingly
  • and you felt so SAD
  • so you went over and sat your tray on the table
  • “Can we sit here?” you smile
  • he looks up, startled. “Y-yeah, s-sure”
  • omg he’s so scared and nervous like what are these three really cool kids doin here talking to me??????
  • but you’re just doing your thing you know, taking in kids who got left behind
  • and seokmin’s smiles and mingyu’s dorkiness puts him at ease instantly
  • and in that one lunch minghao was already opening up to you guys and became the fourth musketeer of your little gang
  • every day they would meet you at the bustop to walk into school because they each came on different transportation and from different parts of the town
  • “But we want to face every single day of high school with you”
  • like wtf boys why are you so cheesy bt it makes your heeart melt anyway
  • And they’re so different right
  • but somehow you all four just clicked
  • mingyu grew out of his awkward puberty boy stage and fucking gloed up and suddenly all those kids in pre-k that shied away from him suddenly want to be his friend
  • but youre like “surprise muthafucka i got there first”
  • and seokmin discovered his talent for singing and you three would go support him at every talent show
  • and those kinds in elementary school are so shook 
  • like yes smiley, sensitive kid is going places where will YOU be ten years from now
  • and youve been helping minghao with his korean right
  • and he’s sooo cute
  • omg
  • like he once asked what the word for dragonfly is
  • and the way he said it was so cute??
  • you felt like you were teaching your little brother or sth
  • but underneath all aegyo he’s also so savage and smart and sassy
  • Mingyu: *while cooking you guys dinner* are tomatoes vegetables?
  • Minghao: they’re fruits you friggin nugmud do you learn nothing in school they have seeds they are frUITS I LEARNT THIS BACK IN CHINA WHEN I WAS STILL IN MY MOTHER’S WOMB WHERE HAVE U BEEN
  • Mingyu: okay…….. but what about chilli?
  • Minghao: is it possible to leave this room the way i leave group chats
  • they love to fight with each other but you know its just for fun :”)
  • “mingyu and i have a very close friend relationship”
  • ahhhhhh and like even though high school is so tough and friendships break you guys stayed strong through the four years
  • and at graduation
  • like abunch of girls wanted to take photos with them because they had basically blossomed into the most popular kids in school
  • but they only saw you
  • the friend who stuck by them through all those awkward years
  • and they wanted to spend time with onlyy you
  • so they took you out to lunch and dinner and even managed to stuff down supper courtesy of mingyu
  • and brought you to watch a scary movie and let you snuggle in their jackets when it got too scary
  • and karaoke booth where seokmin was showing off his high notes and mingyu and minghao were having a rap battle
  • and they wouldnt stop treating you????? you’re like “boys why are you so nice to me today???”
  • because normally they’d be teasing you or sth for being scared of horror shows
  • and they’re like “because we want to thank you”
  • “we would never have been able to make this journey without you”
  • and years later you guys are still in contact and youve all gotten married with kids
  • And you still cant believe you get to call these amazing boys your best friends
Fix You (1/?)

Summary: Emma is a nurse on the med surg floor of her hospital when she meets Killian, a patient recovering from surgery following a traumatic hand injury. With a long road to recovery and a few too many over time shifts, Emma and Killian learn to heal together. Modern/ hospital AU
Rating: M (it’s a slow burn)
Words: 3k
Disclaimer: I’m a student nurse, so most of the science should be right. I researched anything I didn’t know. However, if something is wrong, let me know and I’ll fix it. Or I may have changed it to fit plot lol.

It’s ten in the morning and Emma needs another coffee. Or maybe like three more. But there’s no time for coffee right now, because her to do list is currently long enough to stretch into neighboring states. Mr. Johnson in bed seven needs ice chips and caffeine-free Sprite. Mrs. King in bed three needs to get up and void before rounds or Dr. Whale will never send her home. Ms. Brown in bed four needs her blood pressure medication, Mr. Keating in bed five’s IV has been going off for 10 minutes, and her nurse assistant needs help transferring bed six into a wheelchair. She’s still behind on charting and her bladder has been at capacity for three hours.

Nursing was something that was hard, really hard. Despite its challenges, Emma felt like she was home in her navy blue scrubs. She’d been a nurse for five years on the medical-surgical floor and she still loved it. There’s something beautiful in being able to care for someone at their very worst and most vulnerable. Before getting too caught up in her thoughts, she handed off the sprite to her nursing assistant and went to grab a new bag of saline for bed five, promising to catch up with her in fifteen minutes.

She knocked gently on the door before walking in. “Hey, Mr. Keating! Is this thing screaming at you again?” she laughed as she gestured to the irritating machine beeping.

“Emma, I told you, you can call me Ted. And yeah, damn thing won’t shut up.” He said with a hint of humor coloring his words as he shifted his arm.

“Okay, Ted,” she acquiesced giving him a tenative smile, feeling just a bit uncomfortable.  “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it and maybe you can get some rest before lunch time?” She typed a few things into the computer in front of her while she made conversation.

“Well I hope so. It was another rough night last night…I had that ditzy red head nurse again.” He grumbled.

 “Take it easy on Ariel, Ted. She just graduated and we all start somewhere. She’s a great nurse.” she said gently. She never quite understood why nurses sometimes tended to eat their young. She’s seen several nurses on her floor berate and bully the students and graduates and frankly, it pissed her off. Every one was new once. And while she meant no disrespect to their experience, sometimes the old nurse Mildred had to be double checked on her dosage, because her eyesight was going out.

“Only for you, nurse Emma.” He smiled. It wasn’t unusal for her to get a little flirtation from the patients, especially the older ones…especially during bed baths. She remembered ranting to her nurse best friend, Mary Margaret, that she’s sure that some of these men really are in fact capable of washing their own private areas. She just smiled back and returned to her task at hand.

“You know the drill, Ted. Name and date of birth” She inspected his wristband as she scanned the information into her computer. Theodore Keating, May 6, 1951. “Any allergies?” When he affirmed no, she clicked the last box and scanned her bag. Making quick work of connecting the bag she hung it up and disposed of the old one. “Alright, should be good for a few hours. I’ll be back here around noon to check your blood sugar and do your insulin, okay?”

“Do you have to do that?” He whined.

“Do you like eating?” She said teasingly, promising to return soon.

 Off to the next patient. It went on like this for much of the afternoon. Passing meds, changing dressings, emptying catheters, and of course charting. Dr. Whale came by and discharged one of her patients and she had about twenty minutes to silently celebrate, before she got the news via an email from her nurse manager, Regina. She sat at her computer in the nursing station, nibbling on a half eaten cherry poptart she found unceremoniously wrapped in tissue paper in her desk drawer. She reread the email for the sixth time, still not quite grasping what she was reading. Of freaking course, why should she get any breaks?

Regina passed by the nurses station in one of her classic sensible pantsuits. A purple blouse peeked out from beneath the black blazer. She had a look on her face that warned against anyone approaching her. Emma had never been great at heeding such warnings.

“Regina!” She called out from her chair.

The woman stopped in her tracks, almost steeling herself to turn around. Emma shot up from her chair and started to walk toward her and finally Regina turned and approached the nurses station.

 “Miss Swan, surely I don’t have to remind you that keeping food at the station is both unsanitary and also not permitted.” Regina said with an exasperated sigh. “You need to keep the food in the break room.”

Emma shot her a pointed look. The only time she ever went into the break room was for those five blissful moments at the beginning of her shift and again at the end of her shift. Her thirty minute lunch break consisted of walking all the way down to the cafeteria, grabbing a grilled cheese and a piece of fruit, waiting in line to pay for it, then walking back up to the floor eating as she goes.

“I know, I know” Regina replied throwing her hands up to assuage Emma’s frustration.. “It’s not so long ago that I was in your shoes, Miss Swan. In any case, did you read my email?”

“Uh, yeah. I did. Why does it say that I’m getting a new admit?”

“Because, Miss Swan, you are” She said with a sarcastic smile.

“Clearly. But my point is that my patient load is already pretty heavy with the six patients I have and so a new admit is just, I don’t know, a lot. Lauren only has 4 patients, can’t she take the new admit?” She asked, knowing it was a long shot.

“What can I say? We’re understaffed and overbooked. The ER is full and patients have to go somewhere.” Regina sighed and ran her manicured hand through her raven hair. “Besides, if I were you, I might consider it a compliment that you’re being chosen over her. It might say something about our trust in your abilities. Have we misplaced that trust, Miss Swan?” She quirked an eyebrow, challengingly.

“Well, no, of course not.” Emma interjected. “It’s just, I’m super busy today.”

“Lauren is on light duty and this patient is definitely not a light duty patient. It’s a little involved. I chose the nurse I think will take care of this patient the best.”

“Alright. Just remember this when it comes time for my raise, okay?” Emma said letting a smile overcome her face.

 It actually felt nice to be appreciated and even to be given additional responsibility. Although, administration had a weird way of showing their appreciation. Extra work and a chocolate chip cookie once a year hardly screamed of their undying gratitude. She had known that they were trying to groom her for hospital administration for quite some time, but she just couldn’t give up patient care. She vowed she’d be on the floor until the day she keeled over.

“Oh, how could I forget?” Regina laughed sardonically. “So, do you want to wait for report from PACU or do you want me to fill you in now?”

 “Fill me in now.” she said immediately. She had cringed thinking of Regina’s comments on ‘not a light duty patient’ and thought maybe she needed as much time as she could to prepare for it.

“Okay. 35 year old male presented by ambulance to ED with traumatic injury to left hand at 0630. Went in for surgery at 0800 and is now in PACU to wake up. Surgery was successful in reattaching the hand, but had complications in reattaching some of the nerves. The site is closed, but of course, make sure you’re checking those dressings often. BP is slightly decreased 107/74, oxygen sats at 88%–he’s receiving 2 liters per nasal canula. Temperature, heart rate, respirations all within limits. Patient is awake and alert, but not quite oriented yet. They said he’s still a little out of it. He’s on a cipro drip to prevent infection. He’s a full code. High fall risk.”

“Great, thanks!” She replied as she dismissed Regina and went to prepare his room.

 She always appreciated the way the room looked right after housekeeping left. Neat corners tucked nicely into the bed sheets.  She admired the view from the seventh floor overlooking the little suburbs and parks. The autumn leaves looked beautiful with their various hues of orange and red. The wind plucked them from their trees and carried them through the breeze. She spotted little children playing in the park in the distance, their mothers chasing after them when they wander too far away. She imagined the cool breeze blowing her hair as she listened to the symphony of children laughing, leaves rustling, and crickets chirping. She really wished she had more time to just sit and enjoy the view with a nice hot chocolate. Wistfully sighing, she turned and adjusted the thermostat and readied a welcome basket for him.

“Killian Jones.” She said under her breath, as she often did when alone. She idly wondered what type of patient he would be. She could generally make it work with anyone, but if she could avoid having one of the rude types that would be freaking great. She tried really hard to connect with all of her patients on some level. She wanted to make sure every one knew that they weren’t just a bed number to her. They weren’t just bed seven with the COPD or bed five with the poorly controlled diabetes. They were names and faces and stories. They had lives before this moment, things that lead them to her care. They had lives to go back to, families and friends who loved them and made them cards. Her heart both ached and warmed every time she saw those handmade cards with the sloppy handwriting and stick figures littering the white walls of the hospital room. How sweet it must be to be loved so dearly. The hospital can be such a lonely and scary place for some people. She resolved to make it a place where people felt safe. Validated. Heard. Genuinely cared for. She tried to make a difference in whatever way she could. “How about you, Mr. Jones? Will I be able to help you?”

Stealing another moment of calm, she took a deep breath, hugged one of the pillows to her chest as she set up the extra pillows on the blue pleather recliner near the hospital bed and then turned on her heel to make sure all her other patients were set for the next hour or so. She briefed her nursing aide and then asked nurse Lauren to help out in case one of her patients needed something while she was admitting Mr. Jones. It could take a while, especially if he’s still loopy.


It was about twenty minutes later when transport brought him up. She came into the room just in time to assist with transferring him from a gurney onto the hospital bed. She hung the IV bag on the appropriate pole and straightened the lines as best she could. As she turned back to introduce herself, she suddenly froze. Regina had certainly not included this in her report. Killian Jones was hot. Her cheeks flushed, because it was extremely inappropriate to have such thoughts about her patient who is literally putting his life in her hands.

 “Hi, Mr. Jones. My name is Emma Swan. I’m going to be your nurse today. Are you doing okay?” She asked. She wasn’t sure how lucid he was. Could he understand her? Did he know where he was? Did he even know he’d had an accident?

 “I’m doing a lot better than I was five minutes ago, that’s for sure.” He said in a low, husky voice with an unmistakeable lilt. Of fucking course he’s British. Of fucking course. Like he doesn’t have enough strikes in the hot column.

“That’s good to hear! And why’s that?”

 “You’re absolutely bloody beautiful.  We’re going to get married!” He replied in a slurred sing song voice. Her face immediately turned red and a few of the other staff members snickered under their breath. He continued muttering about nuptials and their supposed wedding.

“Looks like you’ve still got some of that anesthesia in your system.” She joked half heartedly. She didn’t want to take advantage of his altered state and humiliate him like she’d seen done in some viral videos. But she also didn’t want to freak him out , so she kept a pleasant smile on her face as she went about the admitting process.

“No, I’ve not.“ He argued a little louder than he’d probably intended. "You are a bloody marvel. So gorgeous. Are you an angel?” His eyes seemed to bug out a little as she heard the slur coming into his voice.

“Oh, you’re sweet. I bet you say that to all the nurses.” She remarked. One of the nursing assistants from PACU huffed.

“Not really, but he’s got a lot of pirate lore to tell of.” the woman said. Emma was thankful for the distraction.

“Pirate lore? Are you a pirate then?” She smiled.

“Aye. I’m the most fearsome pirate to ever sail the seas.” He said, giving her a ‘no duh’ expression.

“Hmm. What’s your pirate name?” She asked thoughtfully, tapping her finger on her chin.

“I reckon I’d make a good Captain Hook” He smiled.

 “No curly mustache or perms though? Interesting choice, Hook.” She teased. She vaguely thought about the implications of her patient comparing himself to a one handed pirate while being treated for a quite similar hand injury. She didn’t want to touch that one with a ten foot pole. Maybe when he was lucid, she could get him to open up and explore those feelings, but certainly not at this point.

“Still devilishly handsome, love.” He tried to wink at her, but ended up squinting both eyes. “Betcha don’t know ’m really good with a sword” he seemed to be trying to make an innuendo, gesticulating wildly with his uninjured hand, but whatever allure he might have was overshadowed by how hilarious it was when a grown man is when put under heavy anesthesia. He was cute, she caught herself thinking.

“Haha, well okay, Captain Hook. Let’s say goodbye to our friends so we can start getting you all checked in, okay?” She laughed, waving the other people off.

“Finally, lass. It’s about time.” He slurred as he reached down to his shirt for buttons that weren’t there. “Argh, what the devil is going on?” He asked as he kept violently grasping at the front of his gown as if buttons would magically appear.

“You’re in a hospital gown.” She explained helpfully. “Do you know you’re in the hospital?”

“Are you quite sure I’m not in heaven?” he quirked an eyebrow and scratched behind his ear.

“Hook, you’ve got to help me here. Do you know where you are?” She made a point to enunciate very clearly.

“I’m in a hospital” He said quietly.

“That’s right. Do you know who I am?”

“You’re a nurse. Emma.” He replied, saying her name like he was tasting it. It was unfamiliar on his lips. He smacked his lips on the second syllable. He repeated the smacking syllable a few times, apparently amused with the sensation. She tried not to laugh.

“That’s me. Do you know your name?”

“Killian Jones.”

“Do you know what day it is?” She asked as she began her series of questions. She asked about pain and he’d reported a three, due to the heavy dose of hydrocodone he was on. He answered all of her questions correctly for the most part. She took her penlight and examined his (very blue) eyes, mouth, nose and ears finding nothing really amiss. She was, however, quite impressed by his oral hygiene.

 “Okay, Mr. Jones” She paused. His face scrunched up. “What? What is it?”

“You should call me Killian. Killian’s fine.” He said. “I don’t really like being called by my surname”

“Oh, okay sure. Killian, I need to listen to your heart, lungs, and abdomen, okay? So I’m going to need to uncover some of your skin. But this is a private room and I’m going to respect your privacy, okay? Is that alright?” She pulled at the red stethoscope she’d draped over her shoulders.

 “Love, if you wanted me to defrock, all you had to do was ask.” He grinned. “I’m more than willing to oblige.”

 She shot him a stern look then placed her stethoscope earpieces in her ears and placed the cool metal diaphragm on his chest carefully listening, then moving onto the next place trying to ignore the sensation of running her fingers through his chest hair,

 “Sounds good. Can you roll over onto your side for me?” She ran her fingers down his toned back and placed a thumb on each side of his spine at the base of the lungs. He shivered a little at her touch. “Sorry about the cold hands. Take a deep breath for me?” He breathed in and she felt her thumbs move just a little in each direction. “Good job, go ahead and roll back over.” She looked and listened to his abdomen to see if the anesthesia had worn off enough to hear anything yet. “Killian, I’m going to touch your abdomen, is that okay? You tell me if it hurts”

“I don’t mind one bit love, don’t be afraid to you know, really get into it.” She snorted at that and pressed down on each of the quadrants of his abdomen, not feeling anything of concern. Other than some very impressive definition in his abs. She mentally shushed this part of her that seemed to be cataloguing his attributes. She was a professional, dammit.

“You’re doing a really great job, Killian. I’m almost done.” She encouraged him.

“No rush, Swan.”

“Tell that to the other patients.” She said as she checked pulses. She inspected his injury site closer, noting the weak, but present radial pulse. His skin was a soft pink color juxtaposed to the rest of his really very tan body. He sutures were well approximated and only leaking very little fluid. She wrapped him back up and went back to the hand. Careful not to move it too much, she pinched the skin of the back of his hand and pressed down on the tips of his fingers. They blanched for a few seconds and then turned pink again. She breathed a silent exhale of relief. That was what she wanted. Blood flow. She grabbed his hand and held it for a moment to assess its warmth.

“Holding hands already and we haven’t even had a first date. I’d say it’s going remarkably well.” He smirked in an irritatingly cute way.

She dropped his hand, deciding it was plenty warm. “Oh? I thought we were getting married? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now” He flushed a little in the tips of his ears.

“Offer’s'not off the the table” He grinned. His slurring running the words together in a strangely child like way.

“Alright let’s get you some of these extra pillows for your arm.” She said as she gently lifted his arm and placed the pillows under it. “Make sure you leave this elevated, okay? It’ll help you heal faster.”

“Aye aye.” He nodded.

 “Alright Hook, I’m going to get some heparin for you, but do you think you need anything else?”

“Just maybe some pants please? It’s not exactly comfortable in this bloody gown.” He asked politely in a small voice. His blue eyes looking innocent and so kind. Honestly, if he kept looking at her like this lost little boy, she would do literally anything for him. He was a grown man. A very attractive grown man, her mind instantly corrected her. She resented herself for that thought yet again. It wasn’t often that she felt that kind of immediate connection with someone, let alone a patient.

She thought of the clothes pantry in the break room. She’d discovered it after one too many coffee spills. It consisted of donated scrub tops and bottoms for men and women, free to take.

 “No problem.” She smiled warmly.

She walked out of his room and into the break room to get his things. Taking a moment to breathe deeply, she pondered how completely fucked she was.

Chapter Two

anonymous asked:

Can u plz do evie x harry headcanons BUT including dizzy, thank you x

Okay, today, I’m gonna try answering questions on a theme instead of first come, first serve - see if doing questions on a similar theme gets me in a groove to churn out a bunch of posts today. This is the oldest in my inbox, so Hevie’s as good a starting theme as any!

- Dizzy’s kinda unnerved when she hears that Harry is Evie’s new boyfriend. She REALLY liked Doug and is still kinda sad they broke up, but that’s not it. Harry was a bully and he used to take her shop’s money. 

- Evie is SUPER SUPER hesitant to do the ‘meet the boyfriend’ thing with Dizzy. She knows they know each other (though not all the details), but Dizzy’s been so sad about her and Doug breaking up so she wants to make sure this will be perfect (or as perfect as anything can be with Harry “Tool” Hook involved). 

- Evie’s ready to kill this relationship in its cradle if Dizzy really hates him, you realize yes? She loves Dizzy a lot and without the Tremaine family in Auradon (other than Aunt Anastasia’s ex, a baker) she’s got nobody else willing to take care of her and look out for her. Whether you see it as sisterly or motherly, Evie is here for Dizzy and that includes being prepared to kick hot boys she wants to date to the curb if they genuinely distress her. That’s not to say she wouldn’t be put out about it (”Darn, he was cute too.”) but she’d do it for Dizzy. 

- Harry’s not really put much stress into it - sure, Evie wants to make this a thing, but Evie makes does that with a lot of stuff. Dizzy was hardly the person he was meanest to, after all. 

- Evie does her best to coach him for this but he’s just not taking any of this seriously and it kind of annoys her, actually. Dizzy is her baby sister, be nice Harry, this is important. Harry brushes her off, saying things like “Relax, Evie, I won’t ‘urt the little runt.” Evie is just stone cold, like ‘You’d better not.”

- Evie reminds Dizzy for the zillionth time that night before that if she doesn’t like Harry, then they don’t have to see him again. Dizzy appreciates that, but she also wants Evie to be happy so she’s game to try - and they all did things they had to to survive on the Isle, right? That gets Evie’s red flags going and she is like ice when Dizzy tells her how she knew Harry on the Isle. Evie’s kind of sad Dizzy never told her and trying not to be incredibly mad about Harry so she’s just…cold. That said, Dizzy gets upset when she realizes Evie is upset, so Evie’s quick to reassure her it’s not her fault and no, she didn’t ‘ruin’ anything. Harry is getting an earful and another million reminders that if he wants to be with Evie, he needs to be good to Dizzy as soon as she leaves though. 

- ‘Meeting the boyfriend’ actually goes pretty well. Evie brought Dizzy to lunch with her and Harry. It wasn’t like, warm and gushy or anything, but Harry was about as nice as he knows how to be. It feels wrong, but Evie’s happy so he’s probably on the right track, right? Dizzy is quiet at first but soon enough she’s cheerful and babbly again and Evie’s face lights up. 

- Harry still calls her names like ‘twerp’, ‘pipsqueak’, ‘shorty’, and ‘runt’ though. It’s got a lot less bite than it used to. It also helps that she can call him things back now, even if there was bite in it, because she couldn’t on the Isle, he’d destroy her, but Evie’s here now and Auradon discourages violence. 

- Dizzy noticed that Harry STILL ‘nicks’ her eyeliner - BUY YOUR OWN HARRY (No). Evie probably SHOULD chide him, but it kind of amuses her that he’d rather steal it from a ten year old - she just makes him return it. 

 - Dizzy and Harry are both passionate about different sharp objects. Evie’s sitting in the back looking at the gleam in their eye going ‘what have I done?’ - she’s not overly worried though, Dizzy’s too much of a cutie pie to hurt people, whereas Harry will occasionally still threaten to hook people. 

its 1:25 am and i have school tmrw but IT IS FINALLY FINISHED

lots of thanks nastyinkhakis​ for the inspo and for not like fighting me or smth when i kept sending her small snippets

fun fact: i used a randomizer to decide what ficlet goes where, so this series of related drabble-y things is not only non-linear, but also not even in the order i wrote them in. exciting. This exists in some weird modern au where they all stay together f o r e v e r

isn’t it funny-

-how obvious and oblivious are so closely related?

Or: 9 times that Hanschen and Ernst were obviously, obliviously in love and 1 time they get their shit together.


Georg doesn’t really mean to say “Why don’t you go bother your boyfriend,” it just slips out.

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It's Because You Love Me

HIIIIIIIIIIII! So, my friend introduced me to your page and I absolutely LOOOOOOOOOOVED IT! Can I make a request? Ashley Purdy super fluffy but very protective over you when the media attacks. Tomorrow is my birthday, so this is sort of my oly gift :/ thank you

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!! ^-^ I hope you really like this. I did my best to make it really awesome and cute ^-^

And also, here’s a gif for later (I swear it’s related to the imagine)(And not mine) ^-^
♥ -izzi


You were sitting across from your boyfriend, having what was supposed to be a nice meal. You had been having a nice time, talking and laughing. He’d taken the day to just spend with you, since it was your birthday. He’d taken you to the park for a picnic lunch, and now you were at a fancy restaurant for dinner, not acting like the normal patrons of such an establishment. You and Ashley were having almost too good a time. Ashley was making you laugh hard enough that other people were starting to look, something that wouldn’t usually matter, except they were starting to realize who was among them, the peasants: Ashley Purdy.

Sure he wasn’t the biggest name, but he was a name, and as sure as starlight there were a couple of assholes looking to make a quick buck by intruding on your birthday dinner.

Ashley was in the middle of telling you a story about the guys, about the chubby bunny contest Jake and CC had gotten into that nearly killed CC, when the first flash went off.

The two of you looked up, looking for the culprit, and somewhere to your left there was another flash.

“Ash,” you whispered, always having hated the paparazzi.

“It’s okay, babe,” he said, reaching across the table and taking your hand in his reassuringly while his angry eyes sought out the culprit.

Ashley called over a waiter and spoke lowly in his ear before slipping him a little bit of cash.

“I’m taking care of it,” he murmured, giving you a small smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning over to kiss him. As soon as you did so there was another flash.

The waiter Ashley had talked to rushed over to the table with the man sitting at it and whispered something in his ear. The man got up quickly and rushed out the door, leaving his date, a confused male of about the same age, utterly astonished.

“I told him to tell him that Andy and Juliet were breaking up outside,” Ashley smirked. “That’s a little bit of a bigger scoop than we are,” he ran his thumb over your hand gently.

“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning over to kiss him again.”

“Anything for you, (Y/N).”

You were brought desert, a piece of cake that Ashley let you eat mostly on your own, by the same waiter that had been waiting on you all evening, and had run that asshole off.

“So, how have you liked your birthday so far?” he asked and you smiled.

“I loved it, Ashley. Today was… amazing,” you smiled, putting a bite of cake in your mouth. You felt a piece stick to the corner of your mouth, but before you could lick it Ashley reached forward with his thumb and caught the little crumb. You flushed when he put the pad of his thumb in his mouth, giving his signature, “later” look.

You bit your lip and put another forkful of cake to your lips. Ashley smirked and caught your fork with his.

“You want it?” he asked, and you flushed. “Give me a kiss, and you can have it,” he teased you and you flushed, but leaned forward and kissed him anyway. He smiled against your lips and released your fork and allowed you to eat your cake.

“You’re adorable,” he told you and you smiled behind your hand. He pulled your hand away and kissed your lips sweetly, stealing yet another crumb from the corner of your mouth. “Happy birthday, babe.”

“Thanks,” you smiled shyly.

“You know, we’ve been together so long, I kept thinking you’d get brash, but you’re just as bashful now as you were when we met,” he told you with a loving smile and you couldn’t help but smile yourself.

“At least I’ll talk to you now,” you giggled.

“That’s right, it took a while to get you to talk,” he picked at the cake and put the small forkful to your lips. You flushed and let him feed you while he smiled, lips barely keeping from pulling into a smirk. “I remember you just stood there and avoided looking at me, and sort of nodded when I asked questions,” he chuckled. “It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. You looked like you wanted to be jumping off the walls, and curl into yourself at the same time. It was a strange combination,” he smiled.

You didn’t know what to say, so you played with your fingernails. He took your hand and you looked up at his smiling face. “I love you,” he murmured and your eyes widened.

“A-Ashley?” you said, not sure what to say in return.

“I was afraid to say it, but I’ve felt like this for a while. If you don’t feel the same I understand, but-,”

“I love you too,” you told him, teary-eyed.

He smiled, sort of surprised. “Really?” he asked, and you nodded. (Insert Gif!! ^-^)

“Really,” you whispered, and he broke into a grin.

“That’s amazing,” he said. “I wasn’t actually expecting you say it back. I’m glad that you did, but I didn’t expect it,” he laughed, obviously relieved. “I was actually afraid that you’d run off once I said it,” he admitted and you smiled.

“I’m sort of surprised I didn’t run off,” you admitted, and he chuckled.

“Well I’m glad that you didn’t. Are you ready to go, I want to celebrate some more at home,” he said suggestively and you giggled, flushing.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you smiled, and he waved the waiter over. Like you usually did you tried to make him let you pay for your half of the check, but like every date before this one he wouldn’t allow it, “Especially not on your birthday!” he’d told you sort of indignantly.

He held your hand on your way out to his car, and the two of you were walking in pleasant silence until you heard a camera click.

“Fuck,” Ashley said as he caught sight of paparazzi. He usually didn’t mind those sorts of things, but he knew how much you hated it, and he looked ready to take the guy down.

Only there wasn’t just one guy. Before you knew it there was a plethora of people surrounding the two of you, camera’s clicking and you were practically clinging to Ashley.

“Hey, back the fuck off!” He yelled at them, wrapping an arm around you. “If you guys would back the fuck up I’d willingly take photos, stop being fucking dicks!” he said just as one got closer to you. That pissed him the fuck off.

“Back the fuck up,” Ashley growled, pushing the man. He stumbled backwards, and became indignant.

“Hey man, it’s all legal, you’re in public,” the man with the camera said and Ashley growled.

“I didn’t say it was illegal, I said back the fuck up!” He held tighter to you and you hid your face in his chest the way he’d always instructed you to do when things like this happened. He knew how much you hated the cameras.

“You’re scaring my girl with your fucking bullshit, so either back the hell up or get a face full of fidelity.” He said to the people surrounding you. A few of them took the warning, but not many.

“Hold onto me,” he whispered to you and you nodded, and then he started shoving his way through the ring of people surrounding you.

You felt a camera bump your head and you cried out in surprise. Ashley stopped abruptly and moved you to his other side. The next thing you knew Ashley’s fist was making contact with the person holding the camera that had hit you. “Don’t touch my girl,” he growled before leading you to your side of the car. He helped you in and people were clicking cameras even through the windows. You hid your face and prayed one of them didn’t try to open the door or worse. You could hear them talking to you and then your heard a commotion. You looked up and saw Ashley beating the shit out of one of the people taking pictures.

They got worse, but Ashley didn’t care. He got in the car and nearly ran over three people as he peeled out of the parking lot.

“I’m sorry,” he told you, reaching over and taking your hand, rubbing it in circles shakily. Your hands were cold and clammy, and shaking slightly. You could see the guilt and anger mixed together on his beautiful face, and all you wanted to do was comfort him. You reached over and touching his face lovingly. He leaned against your hand and sighed heavily. “I can’t believe they did that,” he shook his head and you smiled at him.

“I love you,” you told him, hoping it would cheer him up, and evidently it worked, because a huge grin broke out on his angelic face.

“I love you too,” he replied, “And I’ll love you even more when you’re naked,” he teased and you giggled.

“Sure, Ash,” you giggled.

“I’m serious, because when I can see more of your skin I can see more of you, so there’s more of you to love.” He reasoned, and you just pursed your lips to keep from smiling.

“I don’t know how I put up with you,” you told him and he smiled.

“It’s because you love me,” he said and you nodded.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”