“Here, lay down and rest. Do you need anything?”

“No, Baby, I’ll be alright. I told you, it was just a stupid accident. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, well rest, okay? I’m going to go take a shower really quick and then I’ll be right back. Okay?”

“You do smell really bad, Baby.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.”

Lana handed Sophia to Val. Maybe it would work out okay after all. Candy seemed to be sticking to the accident story.

“Here’s your granddaughter, Mr. Hart. I’m going to go see about dinner.”

“Hey Sophia. I’m your Papa.”

Rhett: So, which is it, son - you knocked her up or put a ring on it?

Penny: Rhett-

Rhett: What, it’s gotta be one or the other. My money’s on up the duff.

Dawn: I’m pregnant, Mr Hart.

Rhett: If you call me Mr Hart, then I’ll have to call you Miss Unity, so…

Ad: We know it’s not the best timing, but we’ve got plans to make it work.

Penny: Oooh, I wonder if it’ll be green! We’ve got all the baby stuff you can have - my old crib, and all the toddler toys…

Dawn: Thank you, Mrs… uh… Penny.

Ad: So… you’re not mad?

Penny: Grandbabies are precious - why would I be mad?

Ad: You know I’m just humouring you here…

Rhett: You know it spoils the effect if you tell me… So… a baby, huh? Excited?

Ad: Yeah. Nervous too, but I love Dawn, and I know we can make it work.

Rhett: You’re much better settled than I was when I had my first kid, even though you’re a few years younger. Being in a relationship with the babymama helps…

Penny’s certain her boy is the only one who ever cleans up around here, and he’s likely to be distracted at the moment…

“Don’t make me ask you twice.”

“I don’t care how many times you ask. I’m not leaving here until I’ve seen and spoke to my daughter.”

At that moment Lana heard Junior’s carpool pull up outside. The situation was about to get much worse.

“Leave before I make you leave, Mr. Hart.”

“Oh, I’d love for you to try.”

“Like I said, Val, they are resting.”

“I don’t give a good Watcher Damn if they are in an alternate dimension, Lana. I’m not leaving until I see her. Something is not right here.”

“Lower your voice.”

“Why do you want me to be quiet? Afraid she’ll hear me? Know I’m here?”

“Val, please, just…”

“What’s going on in here?”

“I’m not exactly sure yet, but I am going to get to the bottom it” 

“We’ve told you, Mr. Hart, Candy is ill and she and the baby are resting right now. We’ll have her call you later. Right now you need to leave.”

“I’m not leaving.”


Mr. Hart smartly rapped the ruler against the whiteboard and everyone settled, turned their heads towards the teacher and shut up. The teacher started speaking.
“Okay, class. I have told you this day was coming two weeks beforehand, and you can’t back out of it now. The ones not attending the activity, please leave with your stuff and go to Mr. Lancer’s class. If you make a fool out of me, I’ll gladly give you detention.” Mr. Hart and class waited as the small group filed their way out of the door.
He started pointing out things to the class. “First off, I want everyone, and that means everyone, wearing an apron and goggles. And, Star, I don’t care if it looks out of season or unfashionable. Wear it or you get an auto F.” Star pouted.
“Groups of four of my choice. Two will be dissecting the pig, one is to be the scriber and the other, the director. The ones opening the pig up will wear gloves.This table has two papers of which one is a manual and the other you’ll need to fill out.” Mr. Hart lifted up each paper so the class got an eyeful. Sam banged the desk with her fist and opened her mouth.
Mr. Hart smoothly inserted, “The pigs are stillborns. They have been given to us by the food industry. They have not, absolutely, not killed the babes for science’s sake. They were either premature or stillborn of an unknown reason.” He raised an eyebrow at the now sitting and sulking Sam.
“Daniel Fenton.” The moment his name was called, he sunk low into his seat. “You will not be touching anything or using anything sharp. Is that understood?” Mr. Hart was still a bit stiff about Danny breaking several beakers and other equipment. Danny flushed and buried his face into his palms. Dash started to laugh obnoxiously when the teacher cut him off.
“Dash Baxter. You will participate and be respectful of your peers or I’ll have a little chat with your coach.” Dash was murderous and Mr. Hart merely stared back impassively. Dash lowered his eyes and sneered away. “That’s right, young man, keep up that attitude.”
Mr. Hart wetted his throat with a mug and continued speaking. “After we have with the pigs, there are Clorox wipes and you will wipe down and dry every inch of the equipment tables and tools. Behind me are the pigs. If you have listened, and I shall know if you have not, I will proceed with the arrangement of teams. Afterwards, please gather your equipment.” Teams called and people scurried off to their tasks. When a line formed, awaiting the pigs, he spoke once more.
“Today, we will open up the abdominal cavity and observe the organs. Your goals are to find stomach, liver, pancreas, small intestine, and reproductive organs. Once you have done so, call on me and each of you will verbally identify the organs I point to.”
He cracked open the bin and handed out bags filled with preservative fluids and pigs.
“Make sure you put the team name on it. We will continue to the chest area after today.” Several gagging noises ensued when the bags opened, filling the room with their pungent and unique scent. Tucker fainted and Danny had to escort him to the nurses office, much to the formers embarrassment. Dash braved the bag and slowly tied the pig down. At first sight of blood, he fainted and also had to be escorted out of the room by Danny.
Star nearly vomited and it was decided by the cheerleader group to leave the class and breath the fresh air outside. Mr. Hart grimaced at the casualties. There was no windows to open so the smell was so much more worse.
Kwan loudly cursed. He had as a joke poked the small intestine with the pointy stick and offal emerged from it. Mr. Hart sighed.
Maybe this was a bad idea.

Bully (FarklexReader)

Request: Could you do a Farkle imagine similar to rileytown but the reader is in Riley’s place and the bullying is worse because they are in high school and could there possibly be physical bullying if you’re comfortable writing it?

A/N: thank you for requesting. :)

“So how’s Y/Nville?” Maya asked as you drank your milkshake. You shot a look at her. “Yeah what’s up on Y/N’s comet?” Farkle smiled. You poured your milkshake on Maya then you stuck Farkle’s ice cream in his face. You walked out of Topanga’s and you ran home. “What was that about?” Riley and Maya asked as they burst into Riley’s room. “Why did you poor a milkshake on me?” Maya asked. “Don’t talk about y/nville.” You replied. “Or y/n’s comet.” You said as Farkle walked around the corner. “But you love it! It a part of you.” Farkle replied. “It’s stupid!” You yelled. “And childish.” You added. “I don’t like it anymore.” You said. Your phone chimed and you looked down at it. “Who’s that?” Riley asked. “I don’t know.” You replied putting your phone back in your pocket.

You got cornered by your bullies after school. “So how’s y/n’s comet? Is it as stupid as you?” One of the bullies asked. “Just let me go please.” You said. “Now why would we do that? Who’s gonna save you fattie?” The bullies laughed and then pushed you against the wall and you fell to the ground. “Gentleman, leave that young girl alone or I will call the police.” A familiar voice yelled. The bullies turned around and looked at the man. “You have to the count of three.” The voice said. The bullies laughed. The man pulled out his phone then all the bullies ran. “Are you okay?” The man asked. “I’m okay, Mr. Feeny. Thank you.” You replied as you sat up. “Have they done this before?” He asked. “Yes.” Your voice was shaky. “Hey now. Don’t cry.” He smiled at you as he picked up your books. “I was just about to go visit the Matthews. Why don’t you come with me dear.” Mr. Feeny smiled. You nodded your head and stood up.

“Y/N you’re all scrapped up.” Farkle said as he stood up. “I tripped.” You replied. “Hey Mr. Feeny! What are you doing here?” Cory asked. “Well I was walking off the subway when I ran into y/n. We decided it would be fun to walk together.” Mr. Feeny replied. “Also,” Mr. Feeny added. “I have found out that y/n has been bullied.” Everyone looked at you. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Farkle asked. “Because I didn’t want to be a burden.” You replied. “You’re never a burden. Don’t you ever think that!” Farkle said hugging you. “We’re going to figure this out. Okay?” Maya said. You nodded your head and you got a group hug from everyone. “Thanks guys.” You half smiled.