room 206

Apologetic - Mark

A/N: Wow, I always really get into writing Mark fluff^^
This is basically based off Winner’s song, Don’t Flirt.
-Admin Finn

Word Count: 740



Mark leant across the cast iron table, taking your hand in his own, inspecting the bracelet upon your wrist.

“Is that new?”

You nodded, placing the fork you held down on the cheesecake platter.

“It was a gift from one of my friends,” you remarked, grinning as you glanced at the bracelet.

“It looks expensive,” your boyfriend murmured, releasing your hand, and lounging in his chair once more.

His brows furrowed as he thought about which friend it could possibly be. Which of your friends had the money to buy you such a nice gift? He couldn’t help but feel there was a romantic undertone to it; the flashy rose gold hearts making his brows furrow even more. A gnawing thought crept to his mind.
His thoughts were interrupted as you picked up the fork once more, cradling a soft piece of cheesecake. You held the silver fork before Mark, your sparkling eyes disappearing as you chuckled at his astounded reaction.
He pushed his thoughts away, gladly accepting your offering.



“I can’t stay for long-”

The phone against your ear crackled as Mark muttered something.

“Because I’m meeting a friend at noon in Hongdae,” you replied, hurrying up the stairs, toward the studio.

You hung up as you reached room 206, pulling the glass door open.
You smiled upon receiving greetings from Taeil and Johnny as they passed you out the door.

“How long can you stay?”

“About twelve minutes-”

Mark sat upon the sofa, several notebooks and papers scattered about on the coffee table. He ran a hand through his tresses, letting out a sigh; he was clearly stressed.
You sat beside him, running a hand along his arm, giving his shoulder an endearing squeeze. His gaze met your own before trailing along your figure.

“You look pretty today,” he complimented.

You smiled, brushing his fringe from his eyes.

“Which friend are you going to meet?”

His gaze fell to the sparkling bracelet upon your wrist before settling on your exposed shoulders. His expression seemed to darken.
He didn’t give you a chance to answer, abruptly standing.

“Why is your makeup so heavy today?”

He paced toward the door, turning from you.

“Are you seeing someone else?”

“M-Mark!”

“Just tell me,” he groaned.

“You’re insane,” you blurted, standing.

“Who gave you that damned thing?” he questioned, meeting your gaze as he gestured to your wrist.

Flabbergasted, you stuttered, “S-She’s just a friend-”

Mark slouched in a nearby chair as soon as he heard your confession. His mind had been gnawing at him for days that you were seeing another man.
He let his hands cradle his face as he stared at the rug.

“Baby, I would never,” you sniffled.

Mark stood as he heard your muffled sniffle, his expression morphing from pained to guilt-ridden.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, tugging you into an embrace, “I don’t want you to cry-”

“I wanted to look nice for you,” you whined, sniffling.

Mark drew back, his gaze fretful.

“You look gorgeous,” he complimented, “You always do.”

His lips pressed to your forehead as he pulled you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I love you so much.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears, yet they refused to fall.
Your lips parted in astonishment as you felt a hot tear land on your shoulder. You drew back suddenly, searching for Mark’s gaze. He avoided your gaze, a soft sniffle escaping him.

“Don’t cry,” you murmured, caressing his cheeks, “I forgive you-”

His bleary gaze met your own, his expression one of despair.

“I know you’ve been stressed lately and working so hard,” you soothed, wiping a stray tear away from his cheek with your warm thumb, “I’m sorry I’ve been distant and not been there for you like I should-”

“Stop-” he protested, brushing your hands from his face, “I’m the one who should be apologizing, not you.”

You were unsure of what else to say, tugging his lips to meet your own as you hastily gripped the shoulders of his shirt.
His nostrils flared as he tried to catch his breath, his lips clumsily following your own.

“I love you so much-” you murmured against his lips as you parted for a breath.

“You’re going to be late-” he whispered, letting his forehead meet your own.

You brushed his fringe from his gaze one more, letting your hand settle on his soft cheek.

“I want this weekend to be about us,” you cooed, “Stress-free and with just each other.”

He drew you into another embrace, burying his face in your soft hair.

Scott McCall AU (part 3)

Plot: Any permanent mark your soulmate gets, you get. Along with a distinct, unique tattoo that appears after an important moment in your soulmate’s life, however, you have no idea how you get away clean

A/N: Sorry this is late but enjoy and feedback is appreciated.

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“We have to go back!” You yelled.

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Appendix

(A/N): I’m so sorry you guys, I feel so bad about my writing recently 

Request: If the requests are still open, could I request a Natasha x female reader imagine where the Avengers went camping in the forest and (Y/N) went to explore the woods with Nat until(Y/N’s) lower right side started hurting really bad due to having a appendicitis and she was in so much pain that she couldn’t move, so Nat quickly took her to the hospital?

Warnings: appendicitis I guess? 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @sxph-t


Originally posted by awidows-bite

   "Come on Nat!“ (Y/N) whined, stomping their feet like a child. "Pleeaasssee? Just a quick look around the forest?" 

    ”(Y/N),“ Nat sighs, shaking her head softly. "We could get lost, or we could get attacked or-" 

    "Pleeeeaasseeee?” Nat glares at them, her expression less than amused. 

   "Fine, we’ll go take a look around while everyone sets up but if we get lost I’m going to kick your ass,“ (Y/N) smiles, taking Nat by the hand to pull her from the log she’d been sitting on and then dragging her off into a thicket of trees. 


    (Y/N) guided Nat along, only stopping every so often to point out some animal or a beatiful piece of scenery. It was at one of these stops that a dull, piercing ache settled in (Y/N)’s right side, making them nauseous. Perhaps they were just walking a bit too fast? (Y/N) slowed down their pace, nearly hobbling beside Nat as the two continued to meander and (Y/N) attempted to ignore their pain. That dull ache remained for a bit before it steadily grew worse, becoming sharper and sharper with each passing minute. 

   "Ow,” (Y/N) hisses softly, stopping to rest a hand on their side. It was sore to the touch and (Y/N) cried out when the small amount of pressure was applied. Nat stops in her tracks, her eyes wide with curiosity as she stares at (Y/N). Tears well within (Y/N)’s eyes and they feel as though they may throw up or pass out, perhaps even both. A layer of sweat had covered their skin and they could barely breathe without pain shooting all Over their body. 

   "(Y/N)?“ Nat asks, taking a step towards (Y/N) who looked as though they were ready to explode. "What’s wrong sweetie?" 

    "I’m gonna puke,” (Y/N) wheezed, reaching out to be e themselves against a miss covered tree.

    “Shit,” Nat cursed, reaching out to hold (Y/N) as they swayed, the world around them spinning just a bit.

    “My side,” (Y/N) mutters, biting their lip in pain. “It hurts so bad,” Nat nods as she reaches down to hike (Y/N)’s shirt up to search for damage but when she found none she was thoroughly confused. And that’s when it clicked.

    Nat had only ever heard of appendicitis, she’d never witnessed it or had to deal with it but she was sure that’s what was going on with (Y/N) right now. 

   "Fuck,“ Nat cursed, biting her bottom lip in worry. "We gotta get you to a hospital," 

    "What?” (Y/N) looks at Nat with tired eyes, “why?”

    “I think your appendix burst,” Nat mutters, now nearly gnawing on her lip in deep worry. “I know it’s not gonna end well if we don’t get you hospitalized,” (Y/N) clings to the tree weakly, their limbs shaking as they do. 

    “I-I can’t walk back to camp-” the words hasn’t even fully left (Y/N)’s lips before Nat was gingerly lifting them up, biting her lip when (Y/N) would cry out in pain. Nat took a hesitant step forward, being careful not to jostle (Y/N) but even with the smooth steps (Y/N) would still yelp or groan, their face pressed into Nat’s shirt to muffle their noises.

    “I’m so sorry,” Nat whispers before she starts walking at a brisk pace towards camp, trying to ignore the heartbreaking cries that fell from (Y/N)’s lips.


    How Nat had gotten (Y/N) in the car was a miracle, how she was able to drive them to a hospital was beyond her, and how she was able to remain calm as (Y/N) went into surgery she didn’t have the faintest idea. But she did it, she got (Y/N) in their car and she drove them to a hospital and now here she was, patiently waiting for (Y/N) to come out of surgery.

    Her knee bounced slightly as she gnawed on her already short nails, not even stopping when a bit of blood dribbled from her cuticles.

    “Miss Romanoff?” A nurse appears in the doorway, a clipboard in their hand. “Is there a Miss Romanoff?”

    “Me,” Nat rasps, rising from Her seat. “That’s me,” The nurse gives her a smile as they hand the clipboard over, charts and data of all sorta printed across it.

    “(Y/N)’s in room 206, whenever you’d like to go see them I’d be glad to guide you there-”

    “I want to see them now,” Nat states as she looks down at the clipboard, (Y/N)’s full name printed in the right hand corner. “Please?” The nurse gives Nat a polite smile as they nod, gesturing to the hallway they had just come from. 

   “If you’ll follow me I can take you there,” The nurse began to walk and Nat followed, clutching the clipboard to her chest tightly. 

   The walk was short but it felt agonizingly slow to Nat as she meandered up and down the halls, finally stopping in front of room 206. 

   “They may be a bit tired from the anesthesia but it’ll wear off soon enough,” Nat nods, swallowing the lump in her throat as she pushes open the door, the smell of medicine and hospital sheets filling her nostrils. 

   “Well- took ya long enough,” (Y/N) smirks tiredly from their bed, their eyes closed as their lips move slightly. “I was starting to get worried you left me,” Nat sighs as she sets the clipboard down on the hospital table, her heart fluttering just a bit at the sight of (Y/N). 

   “I hauled your ass out of the forest and down to this hospital, do you really think I would leave you now?” (Y/N) smirks tiredly as they adjust their head on their pillow, sighing as they do. “So, how’re you feeling now?” 

   “Bloated, really tight and in need of a good sleep,” (Y/N) mutters, chuckling softly. 

   “Don’t laugh you idiot,” Nat mutters, gently smacking (Y/N)’s arm, “You’re gonna rupture something,” 

   “I’ll be fine Nat,” (Y/N) smiles, cracking an eye open to look at the red head. Nat sighs as she takes a seat by the bed, reaching a hand out to grasp (Y/N)’s. 

   “You really scared me out there,” She whispers, hanging her head. “I thought you were gonna die,” (Y/N) coos softly, reaching out with one hand to gently cup Nat’s cheek. 

   “I’m not dead sweetie, I’m still here,” Nat smiles a bit, turning her head to press a kiss to (Y/N)’s wrist. 

   “I told you we shouldn’t have gone exploring,” (Y/N) smiles, shaking their head a bit. 

    “Well, we didn’t get lost did we?” 

  “No, but you did almost die and I had to haul your fat ass back to Tony’s car.” 

  “Rude,” (Y/N) feigns hurt, gasping softly. “I just about died and now you’re telling me I have a fat ass?” Nat smirks a bit, leaning forward to press her chin against the hospital bed. 

   “Yeah…but it’s a cute ass too,” 


Guess who still sucks at endings? Haaaaaa

Who’s Burr?

Pairing: Aaron Burr, sir x reader
Word Count: 1,046ish
T/W: Fluff
A/N: For my Squishy Anon’s request: “maybe the reader is besties with the Hamilsquad(their all in college and this is the readers first year, its their second)and they always for complain about Burr. And the reader is like ‘Oh. Well he must be a bad guy.’(she never meet Aaron)But when she goes to class and Aaron just so happens to ve in that class and they lock eyes and something in them just clicks. Love at first sight.“
Okay, a TY animal is one of those big eyed little keychain stuffed animals you can find at the art/party store. (I just think they’re cute, I have “Cinder” one my keychain…don’t judge me.)


“Can you believe it guys, she’s in college. I remember when she used to come to my football games in highschool.” Herc said, setting down a box in your dorm. 

“I remember when I took her to our seventh grade dance,” John gave you a twirl.

“You were the first person to talk to me when I, how you say…transferred! We’ve grown up together!” Laf added. 

“You know if you’re worried or anything, Peggy and Angelica are just down the hall. They’d be happy to-”

“Alex, I’m rooming with Eliza, she’s just moving in tomorrow…, but I’ll be fine! Besides you guys are just in the dorm across the street right?” You asked trying not to sound too worried.

“Oui, second floor, room 206 for me and Alex, room 207, right across from us, for John and Herc.” Laf practically suffocated you with his hug. 

“She’s gonna be okay guys,” Herc peeled you out of Laf’s grasp.

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We Have a Rat In The Club

Alright here is the first installment of We Have A Rat In The Club, It doesn’t follow a story line that is in Sons Of Anarchy. So I hope you all enjoy.

Feed back would be really appreciated. To know if you like it or not. But I hope you like it. ❤❤

Happy reading Dollies

Thank you all!!



Sprinting in to the hospital, you just got a call from Chibs saying Happy has been shot. To get here as quick as possible.
Running down the hall to the front desk. “Happy Lowman, he came in with a gun shot”. You basically screamed at the nurse.
“Ma'ma calm down, what was the patients name”?
“Lowman, Happy Lowman”. You ran your hand threw your hair.
“Who are you to Mr.Lowman”?
“His wife, now please tell me where the hell he is”. You said angrily.
“Y/N”. Juice came walking up to you.
“Juice, where is he”.
“He’s in room 206, Chibs is with him”.
Jogging down the hall, you learned that it was retaliation. You were panicking, Juice didnt tell you how he was.
Slowly opening the door, you saw Happy hooked up to a ventilator and a heart monitor. You gasped at how weak he looked, his right shoulder was covered in gauze with blood spots.
“Oh god Hap”. You gently placed your hand on his.
“Chibs what happen, I cant believe this”. You sat down beiside Happys bed.
“It was an ambush, they waited for him at his Ma’s”. “She wasnt there, so she’s safe”.
“Juice said retaliation”. Looking up at him, with tears in your eyes.
“Aye, it was love”. “I dont think I should be the one to tell you”.
“Tell me Chibs”. You snapped at him.
“Happy killed Darby’s cousin, so Darby ordered a hit on Happy”. “Some how they found where he was going today”.
You sniffled. “The only people that knows about his mom, is the club and me”.
“I would never hurt him and rat to someone”.
“I know but we might have a rat in the club”. He leaned down on his knee beside you.
“Shit, promise me that you find them and kill them slowly”.
“Not with out me”. Happy croaked out.
“Oh Happy”. You kissed his head.
“Hey Babe”. “Why are you crying, I’m fine”. He smiled.
“You just scared the hell out of me thats all”.
“The doc said you aint goin nowhere for a while”. Chibs patted Happys leg.
“Screw what the doctor says, I’m getting the little bitch that made my woman cry”. His thumb wiped away a tear.
“Hap, your getting them cause they shot you and found out where your mom lives”. You shook your head. Always thinking of you even when he’s on deaths door.
“We have Rat, Kozik and Tig out looking to see if anyone knows anything”. Chibs said as he got out his phone.
“I’m sorry”. Happy strained out
“You shouldnt be sorry, you didnt get shot on purpose”.
“I told you that nothing would happen to me, I guess I was wrong and I hurt you”.
“Hap its alright, as long as your here and alive”. “It will be fine, we will get through this”.
“Your amazing, how did I get such a great Old Lady”? “Most wifes would want their man to quit the club”. He asked grinning.
“I’m not most wifes, I know the club is your family and I’m not taking that away from you”. “Now if we had kids and something happened to them, then yes I would want you to quit but as of right now”. “I’m cool with the club and you being in”. You pecked his chapped lips.
Chibs cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but they found out somethings and they need me”.
“Go, I have him”.
“If he tries to follow me , you have my permission to tell the doc he’s gone mad”. Chibs laughed.
Happy huffed. “He’s not going anywhere, I’ll sit on him if I have to”.
“I’d be cool with that”. Happy said seductively.
Chibs chuckled as he left, you rolled your eyes at how crazy your Old Man could be.

Enzo Amore - “I’ll always be here”

Prompt: Enzo being attacked on raw again
Requested: No
Warnings: None
Words: 1100+

“What happened?!” Big Cass yelled walking down a hallway with a referee. He had just received the news that his partner Enzo was found backstage unconscious.

“I don’t know they didn’t say!” the ref exclaimed quickening his pace. Big Cass was furious. They turned a corner and there was Enzo sprawled out on the ground with another ref at his side, one shoe off. Cass was quick to his side.

“Enzo! Enzo wake up man!” Cass said shaking his partner in an attempt to wake him up

“Hey hey hey watch his head-”

“What happened!?” Cass yelled at the two men cutting them off.

“Calm down!”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Cass sneered at him “Who did this!? Somebody do get some help!” the ref that had brought Cass to Enzo ran off, quickly returning with two medics and general manager Kurt Angle.

“Has anyone told y/n?” Kurt asked as the medics looked at Enzo who was still out cold. As if on cue you ran around the corner.

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Greek Gods AU || Part 1 || Yoongi

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 1505

Genre: Greek gods AU, hella angst, some fluff

Summary: Easy is the descent to Lake Avernus; night and day the gate of gloomy Dis is open; but to retrace one’s steps, and escape to the upper air, this indeed is a task; this indeed is a toil. - Virgil


Jungkook’s bed in room 206 was lumpy. The duvet scratched against his pants leg, making sure to leave every spot of exposed skin chafed the following morning as he slept. Not that he was getting much sleep here. He rolled over on to his opposite side, watching as the flame flickered diligently atop the candle placed beside his bed.
He wasn’t supposed to have brought the candle into the hotel; he was sure there was a policy against open flames in the room. But he’d snuck it in anyway, only so he could fall asleep as the flame twitched beside him. He couldn’t smell it, even though the scent was supposed to remind him of rolling waves and the sun.

Jungkook rolled back over, this time away from the candle. He curled into himself, feeling tiny in the large queen sized bed as he curled smaller and smaller. He stared at the drawn curtains in his line of sight, trying to imagine the world passing by outside; he couldn’t. He could barely feel himself, laying in this bed. It was almost as if he didn’t exist at all.

Somewhere above his head, the soft sound of a piano was played.


Yoongi swung his sledgehammer, bringing the heavy end down into the awaiting window of an unsuspecting Mercedes. The glass exploding into a multitude of glittering shards, raining all over the plush leather seats. A small portion of the shards twinkled down onto Yoongi’s shoes, covering the black boots in pieces of a rainbow.

The car’s alarm started blaring half a second later, piercing the otherwise quiet suburban air with shrill, mechanic chirps. Yoongi glared at the contraption as if it was an annoying pest that had just dampened a few moments of his lazy Sunday afternoon. Turning, he broke into a light jog and flew away from the car before it could bring unwarranted attention to his presence.

Yoongi was angry, if the sledge hammer vs. car windows showed any sign of that. Once he’d jogged far enough away from the piercing screams of the Mercedes, he ready his sledgehammer for another swing. The red car bellowed loud moans as Yoongi’s weapon crashed into its front windshield, causing the whole pane to cave in, a large impression of the hammer’s face sent a web of blistering cracks out from the middle.

Yoongi smirked to himself, and began jogging again. He hit car after car, each time aiming for a different window than the last until the whole block was erupting in a cacophony of blaring, shrieking, moaning alarms.

In sounded to Yoongi like a sea of the souls of the damned.

He walked away from his realm in the suburb amongst the tormented cars, letting their screams follow him as his feet covered long strides of the cement. The sledgehammer, which had suddenly become quite heavy in his hands, was dragging behind him lifeless, a dog on a stiff leash. His pet scraped the cement, sending up a never-ending loop of scraping like nails on a chalkboard. The noise made Yoongi’s hair stand on end; blood pumped through his veins in an attempt to shrink away from the noise. He made no motion to stop it.

The sidewalk passed him on and on, the groveling of his sledgehammer the only thing keeping him company until he found himself standing in front of a dilapidated building. It was an ugly shaped stack of bricks and mortar; the neon sign’s flashing lights were out except for a few mismatched letters. The pink and yellow V, O, L whined, a dull buzzing like an insect. Yoongi walked under it and continued to the door. The glass was frosted as he pushed forward, making sure to dump his sledgehammer with great force into the empty umbrella holder by the rotting newspaper dispensers.

The front desk was empty, leaving no frowning face to watch Yoongi has he made his way up three flights of stairs and into his room. The door squealed like a mouse trapped in the jaws of a snake, in pain and on the verge of death.

Room 306, Yoongi was sure, was decorated like all the other rooms in the motel: complete with an uncomfortable piece of cardboard for a mattress and an uneven side table. Yoongi didn’t mind the un-comfort of the place; he really didn’t even mind the faint smell of mold that tinged the air and became trapped in his lungs. He was used to it within minutes of breathing.

He threw himself on the bed, the duvet rumpled around the left side of the bed, exposing the sheets like innards. He’d discarded various objects in the bed, and now he laid amongst them, closing his eyes and pretending he wasn’t breathing; he was an inanimate object like all the rest.

He unplugged his headphones from an old disc player, deciding that listening to music outloud would be more beneficial to his unbeing-ness that listening to it in his head; if it was all in his head instead of surround him, he’d be forced to dwell in the knowledge that he was, in fact, here. He didn’t want to be here.

In fact, Yoongi didn’t want to be anywhere. He never wanted to be anywhere ever again. Not after he’d been left hallow. Yoongi saw her brown eyes glittering at him now, and threw his arm over his eyes with a groan.

Spring may have been a happy time to all, but Yoongi felt cold as ice. She’d left him, and now he was wallowing in a sea of piss stained sheets and little orange pills. He pushed play on the disc player, feeling the classical music envelop him.

She’d loved listening to it, and she’d been the one that made him this disc, only days before they’d parted. During long afternoons when they were younger, Yoongi would play for her, not because he particularly wanted to play the piano for hours on end, but instead to see the magic that glittered in her eyes as the notes flitted around her.

Yoongi would play every afternoon away, and she would sit atop his piano, with her legs crossed, listening. He remembered his favorite afternoon, when her brown hair curled in a perfect, messy way around her face. A look of confusion furrowed her brows while she listened to him.

He didn’t say anything to her, instead just simply continued to play. It wasn’t a song he’d played for her before; in fact, he’d only just written the song the previous night. It was the story of how they met, of how they fell in love. Somewhere deep inside her eyes, Yoongi knew she was drawing the puzzle pieces together; she knew what the piano’s notes meant.

A look of bliss washed over her face, pulling her eyelids down heavy. She kept listening, her fingers stained red from the pomegranate she’d been eating. The afternoon sun had settled, and even though the window’s curtains were blown open, the setting was dark around her.

In that moment, Yoongi knew what love was.

In this moment, Yoongi knew how love was lost.

He’d met her swiftly, and falling for her was like falling inside a field of flowers: plush and dynamic. He’d smiled more than he could ever remember, and while the brown piano stayed faithfully in the corner of his room, she’d stayed faithfully in his heart. She was his first true love; he’d written that for her in a strung of notes played gallantly.

Now, though, she was gone. The flowers were blooming outside as winter went, but Yoongi had never felt more dead. He felt as though ice was eating through him, covering him layer by layer. Everything was coming alive outside his open window: everything except Yoongi.

She’d taken every bit of him when she left, and now he was forced to walk around alone, nothing to console him but the screams of car alarms.

The music in his disc player was building into a crescendo, and falling just as quickly. This was metaphoric, Yoongi was sure. A banana peel rotted beside him; a glass of stale liquor sat on his dresser. Yoongi stuck another capsule of orange into his mouth, swallowing it dry. It burned as it struggled on the path to his stomach.

Yoongi felt the end coming nearer for him, though try as he might it would never fully reach its destination. He’d wake up in the morning, cotton in his mouth and a pounding sadness in his head. He’d pushed and pushed and pushed, and she broke her promise. She didn’t stay with him until the end.

This spring would be the hardest of Yoongi’s life. You’re a bastard, he cursed himself. The whelps he mentally gave himself barely stung. He lifted his arm away from his face and glanced over at the window; he never closed the curtains. His face turned upwards, and the sun sank.

He looked at the sky, and he thought of her.

“You’re Gonna See it Someday; It’s Affection Always”

Fandom: Veep
Characters: Dan Egan, Amy Brookheimer
Pairing: Dan/Amy
Rating: T (use of mature language)
In which Amy’s pregnant, and Dan already has a plan mapped out for them.

He’s a fucking snake with the eyes of a hawk. Of course he’s up to something. She knows him, better than anybody else probably ever has, ever could.

“And now you’re gonna eat.” He reaches down, picks up a rounded bowl. “Eating for two now, Amy.”

She’s seriously gonna stab him with a fucking spoon.

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Greek Gods AU || Part 1 || Yoongi

pt.1 | pt.2

Words: 1505

Genre: Greek gods AU, hella angst, some fluff

Summary: Easy is the descent to Lake Avernus; night and day the gate of gloomy Dis is open; but to retrace one’s steps, and escape to the upper air, this indeed is a task; this indeed is a toil. - Virgil


Jungkook’s bed in room 206 was lumpy. The duvet scratched against his pants leg, making sure to leave every spot of exposed skin chafed the following morning as he slept. Not that he was getting much sleep here. He rolled over on to his opposite side, watching as the flame flickered diligently atop the candle placed beside his bed.

He wasn’t supposed to have brought the candle into the hotel; he was sure there was a policy against open flames in the room. But he’d snuck it in anyway, only so he could fall asleep as the flame twitched beside him. He couldn’t smell it, even though the scent was supposed to remind him of rolling waves and the sun.

Jungkook rolled back over, this time away from the candle. He curled into himself, feeling tiny in the large queen sized bed as he curled smaller and smaller. He stared at the drawn curtains in his line of sight, trying to imagine the world passing by outside; he couldn’t. He could barely feel himself, laying in this bed. It was almost as if he didn’t exist at all.

Somewhere above his head, the soft sound of a piano was played.

Yoongi swung his sledgehammer, bringing the heavy end down into the awaiting window of an unsuspecting Mercedes. The glass exploding into a multitude of glittering shards, raining all over the plush leather seats. A small portion of the shards twinkled down onto Yoongi’s shoes, covering the black boots in pieces of a rainbow.

The car’s alarm started blaring half a second later, piercing the otherwise quiet suburban air with shrill, mechanic chirps. Yoongi glared at the contraption as if it was an annoying pest that had just dampened a few moments of his lazy Sunday afternoon. Turning, he broke into a light jog and flew away from the car before it could bring unwarranted attention to his presence.

Yoongi was angry, if the sledge hammer vs. car windows showed any sign of that. Once he’d jogged far enough away from the piercing screams of the Mercedes, he ready his sledgehammer for another swing. The red car bellowed loud moans as Yoongi’s weapon crashed into its front windshield, causing the whole pane to cave in, a large impression of the hammer’s face sent a web of blistering cracks out from the middle.

Yoongi smirked to himself, and began jogging again. He hit car after car, each time aiming for a different window than the last until the whole block was erupting in a cacophony of blaring, shrieking, moaning alarms.

In sounded to Yoongi like a sea of the souls of the damned.

He walked away from his realm in the suburb amongst the tormented cars, letting their screams follow him as his feet covered long strides of the cement. The sledgehammer, which had suddenly become quite heavy in his hands, was dragging behind him lifeless, a dog on a stiff leash. His pet scraped the cement, sending up a never-ending loop of scraping like nails on a chalkboard. The noise made Yoongi’s hair stand on end; blood pumped through his veins in an attempt to shrink away from the noise. He made no motion to stop it.

The sidewalk passed him on and on, the groveling of his sledgehammer the only thing keeping him company until he found himself standing in front of a dilapidated building. It was an ugly shaped stack of bricks and mortar; the neon sign’s flashing lights were out except for a few mismatched letters. The pink and yellow V, O, L whined, a dull buzzing like an insect. Yoongi walked under it and continued to the door. The glass was frosted as he pushed forward, making sure to dump his sledgehammer with great force into the empty umbrella holder by the rotting newspaper dispensers.

The front desk was empty, leaving no frowning face to watch Yoongi has he made his way up three flights of stairs and into his room. The door squealed like a mouse trapped in the jaws of a snake, in pain and on the verge of death.

Room 306, Yoongi was sure, was decorated like all the other rooms in the motel: complete with an uncomfortable piece of cardboard for a mattress and an uneven side table. Yoongi didn’t mind the un-comfort of the place; he really didn’t even mind the faint smell of mold that tinged the air and became trapped in his lungs. He was used to it within minutes of breathing.

He threw himself on the bed, the duvet rumpled around the left side of the bed, exposing the sheets like innards. He’d discarded various objects in the bed, and now he laid amongst them, closing his eyes and pretending he wasn’t breathing; he was an inanimate object like all the rest.

He unplugged his headphones from an old disc player, deciding that listening to music outloud would be more beneficial to his unbeing-ness that listening to it in his head; if it was all in his head instead of surround him, he’d be forced to dwell in the knowledge that he was, in fact, here. He didn’t want to be here.

In fact, Yoongi didn’t want to be anywhere. He never wanted to be anywhere ever again. Not after he’d been left hallow. Yoongi saw her brown eyes glittering at him now, and threw his arm over his eyes with a groan.

Spring may have been a happy time to all, but Yoongi felt cold as ice. She’d left him, and now he was wallowing in a sea of piss stained sheets and little orange pills. He pushed play on the disc player, feeling the classical music envelop him.

She’d loved listening to it, and she’d been the one that made him this disc, only days before they’d parted. During long afternoons when they were younger, Yoongi would play for her, not because he particularly wanted to play the piano for hours on end, but instead to see the magic that glittered in her eyes as the notes flitted around her.

Yoongi would play every afternoon away, and she would sit atop his piano, with her legs crossed, listening. He remembered his favorite afternoon, when her brown hair curled in a perfect, messy way around her face. A look of confusion furrowed her brows while she listened to him.

He didn’t say anything to her, instead just simply continued to play. It wasn’t a song he’d played for her before; in fact, he’d only just written the song the previous night. It was the story of how they met, of how they fell in love. Somewhere deep inside her eyes, Yoongi knew she was drawing the puzzle pieces together; she knew what the piano’s notes meant.

A look of bliss washed over her face, pulling her eyelids down heavy. She kept listening, her fingers stained red from the pomegranate she’d been eating. The afternoon sun had settled, and even though the window’s curtains were blown open, the setting was dark around her.

In that moment, Yoongi knew what love was.

In this moment, Yoongi knew how love was lost.

He’d met her swiftly, and falling for her was like falling inside a field of flowers: plush and dynamic. He’d smiled more than he could ever remember, and while the brown piano stayed faithfully in the corner of his room, she’d stayed faithfully in his heart. She was his first true love; he’d written that for her in a strung of notes played gallantly.

Now, though, she was gone. The flowers were blooming outside as winter went, but Yoongi had never felt more dead. He felt as though ice was eating through him, covering him layer by layer. Everything was coming alive outside his open window: everything except Yoongi.

She’d taken every bit of him when she left, and now he was forced to walk around alone, nothing to console him but the screams of car alarms.

The music in his disc player was building into a crescendo, and falling just as quickly. This was metaphoric, Yoongi was sure. A banana peel rotted beside him; a glass of stale liquor sat on his dresser. Yoongi stuck another capsule of orange into his mouth, swallowing it dry. It burned as it struggled on the path to his stomach.

Yoongi felt the end coming nearer for him, though try as he might it would never fully reach its destination. He’d wake up in the morning, cotton in his mouth and a pounding sadness in his head. He’d pushed and pushed and pushed, and she broke her promise. She didn’t stay with him until the end.

This spring would be the hardest of Yoongi’s life. You’re a bastard, he cursed himself. The whelps he mentally gave himself barely stung. He lifted his arm away from his face and glanced over at the window; he never closed the curtains. His face turned upwards, and the sun sank.

He looked at the sky, and he thought of her.

Small Bump (Riker fluff)

Requested by some anon who wanted to rip my heart out, clearly. 

I walk down the hallway after setting my keys on the small table by the door, and see Y/N standing in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea.

“Hi baby.” I say pressing a kiss to her temple as I wrap my arms around her, and rest my hand on the small bump. “I figured you’d be asleep by now.”

“She started kicking after you called.” She says with a smile, “She heard your voice since you were on speaker phone. So we decided a cup of tea would do us good.”

I smile at Y/N talking about her and the baby. She would always text me if I was in the studio, or doing interviews saying they both missed me. She pulls herself onto the counter with a little struggle and wraps her arms around my neck.

“So I was thinking.” She says with a small smile as I rub my thumb against the side of her stomach. “I really do like the name Macie Grace.”

I smile knowing if she slept on it she’d like it, “Because she’s going to be sassy as hell.” Y/N says with a laugh causing me to bend down so I was eye to eye with her stomach.

“Are you going to be sassy like momma?” I ask as I feel the baby kick the side of my hand, “I’ll take that as a yes.” I say with a laugh before standing up and press my lips against Y/N’s.

“Let’s go to bed.” I say helping her off of the counter and grab her tea, before taking her hand. We change out of our clothes talking about our day before climbing under the covers.

I wrap my arm around Y/N’s waist and nuzzle my face against her neck. “Do you think she’ll have your hair, Riker?”

“I think she’ll be blonde, and with your bright blue eyes.” I say kissing behind her ear, “Macie Grace Lynch is going to be the most beautiful girl.”

“It’s crazy to think after being married for three months, we got pregnant and here we are.” She says with a yawn interrupting her.

“And I can’t wait for the next four months, and the next eighteen years.” I say, “Get some sleep, baby.” I say brushing my thumb against her stomach seeing the baby called it a night, too.

I must have only been asleep for a few hours before I woke up to the sound of Y/N crying out my name. I rub my eyes and push the blanket back and make my way to where the crying from coming from. I open the bathroom door and see Y/N on the bathroom surrounded by blood.

“Riker something is wrong.” She cries, “I felt cramping and thought I just had to go to the bathroom, and then I started gushing blood.”

“Y/N we have to get you to the hospital.” I say walking over to her and help her onto her feet.

“Riker it hurts.” She cries, “Something is wrong.”

“I know baby, I know.” I say wrapping an arm around her waist as we walk down the hallway, and carefully down the stairs. I grab a towel from the downstairs bathroom and grab my keys before hurrying to the car. I set the towel down on the seat before helping Y/N in before making my way to the driver’s side.

The whole way to the hospital Y/N cried about the pain, and how Macie wasn’t kicking. Macie wasn’t moving. Y/N kept whispering for Macie to wake up, and I could feel my stomach in my throat. I knew something was wrong, but for Y/N’s sake I had to keep it together. I knew Y/N shouldn’t be losing this much blood, and this kind of cramping pain wasn’t normal.

We get to the hospital and they instantly rush Y/N into a room, as a nurse sits me down with a clipboard and has me answer questions. I sat in the waiting room for three hours, sipping on my coffee, and waiting for a doctor to update me on what was happening. An hour in I called my parents and they sat with me. I didn’t want to get the whole family here, but I also didn’t want to sit alone. I didn’t want to be pacing back and forth and yelling. My parents always kept me calm and collected, and not to worry until I had to. And right now, I had to.

The doctor walks down the hallway and had this look on this face. Something was wrong. Something didn’t go as planned. Tears instantly pooled in my eyes. Either Y/N was dead, or the baby was dead.

“We got the bleeding under control.” He explains looking down at us, “But the baby didn’t make it.” He says quietly. “The placenta detached and-”

“The baby has a name.” I say raising my voice standing up clenching my jaw, “And a pink room, and a lamb stuffed animal coming in the mail.”

“Riker.” My dad says standing up, resting his hand on my lower back.

“Your wife is resting now, but you can go see her. She’s in room 206.” The doctor says, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

I let out a shaky sigh and rub my hands over my face. “I’ll be back.”

“Take your time.” My mom says trying to keep her voice clear, “Y/N needs you right now.”

The walk to the room was the longest walk of my life. The lights above flickering because of a loose bulb, and the smell of the hospital was haunting. I reach the room and see Y/N’s eyes closed, and her cheeks were stained with tear streaks. She had an IV pricked in her hand, and she was paler than she was hours before. She looked as if she’s been to hell and back. And I bet she would feel that way for a long time.

I walk into the room and pull the chair to the side of the bed and take a seat, before taking a hold of her IV free hand press gentle kisses to her cold skin.

“Ri I’m so sorry.” I hear her say barely over a whisper.

“Hey, hey.” I say trying to blink back the tears, “This isn’t your fault.”

“I did something wrong. It could have been from that fall the other day, or the car accident last month. Or something I ate-”

“Y/N.” I say cutting her off, “This isn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re okay.”

“But the baby isn’t.” She cries frustratingly. “Macie Grace Lynch is not okay.”

“And we’ll try again when we’re ready.” I say looking up at her. “It’s going to take time.”

“My heart aches, Riker.” She cries, “I feel so empty.”

“I know baby, I know.” I say pressing a kiss to her hand, “But we’re gonna be okay.”

Wrong Place at the Wrong Time (part 2/2) #32 ”Lucky me” Void Stiles One Line Prompt

Note: This part is an AU kinda idk but es muy bien!!!!

Words: 1,220

Warnings: violence

Part 1

One Line Prompts


Void Stiles grabs the sides of my shoulders roughly, pulling me to stand up. He takes exhales a deep breath as he admires my scared self. He snaps out of the brief moment once hearing Scott and the real Stiles enter the school a little too loudly, they probably tracked my phone. If only I were brave enough to fight.

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anonymous asked:

Got7 reaction to their pregnant gf getting into a car accident?

I can’t even imagine…

G/N = Girlfriend name

I’m listening to Let Her Go by the Passenger right now while writing and that’s probably not the best idea… Then Say Something comes on and I’m crying.

~~~~~

JB

He would receive the call from the hospital and instantly he would be terrified.

“Wh… What?! G/N?!” he would ask, shocked, scared. “No… That can’t… This can’t… No!” He started to cry as he hung up the phone.

He would rush over and immediately search for the room. When he would find her, he would be so relieved to see her lying down, breathing, holding her stomach, and singing to it. She would have scratches here and there but she would be fine and Jaebum would be so relieved.

“Oh my god… G/N…” he would say, tears of joy in his eyes. “You’re okay… You’re both okay.”

~~~~~

Jackson

“Alright, guys! We need to get serious!” Jackson shouts as they boys practiced. “Serious. Very serious.”

The boys start but the music quickly stopped. “Jackson,” someone would say. “I need to see you.” Jackson is confused but leaves the boys to practice without him.

“What’s up?” Jackson says.

The person who stands in front of him stays silent, obviously not knowing what to say.

“What’s going on?” Jackson says, more serious.

“G/N…” the person replies. Jackson’s heart felt like it was going to stop.

“What about her?”

“She’s been in an accident…”

And that’s when Jackson breaks down. He tries to hold it in but he can’t; the tears fall quickly and he’s speechless. It was like he just heard his whole world was ending. He’s devastated.

“Where is she?!” he’s  angry but sad at the same time.

“At the hospital,” they reply. “But she’s okay. And so is your daughter.”

That makes Jackson a bit more relieved but he still hurries to the hospital.

“G/N!” he shouted as he opens the door, seeing his pregnant girlfriend is okay. “I love you!”

~~~~~

Mark

It’s been a day since the accident, and Mark’s still not okay. Even though she’s completely fine and the baby’s good, Mark still thinks something could happen.

“Mark,” G/N says. “I’m okay! Look!” She stands up from the hospital bed. But Mark, being the overprotective boyfriend, makes her sit back down.

“You might injure yourself or the baby!” he warns her. G/N cocks an eyebrow.

“Okay, look, Mark. I’m 100% okay! The baby’s 100% okay!” she tries to get it through his head. “We’re all okay! And you should be okay too!”

“GN,” he says. “Last night, when I got the call saying you were in an accident, do you know what was going through my mind?” G/N stays quiet, and Mark continues, “I was thinking ‘Oh my god… I might actually lose her… I don’t want to lose her. I never want to lose her. What am I going to do without her?’. I was having so many scary thoughts and I didn’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t going to be here today. It was really scary, G/N…” His eyes get watery and he starts to sob. “I just… I love you too much…”

G/N doesn’t say anything. She gets up and hugs Mark. “I love you too. And he does too.” She holds Mark’s hand and places it on her stomach, still hugging the now teary-eyed Mark.

~~~~~

Junior

“G/N!” Jinyoung shouts as he runs towards his girlfriend’s flipped car. Shattered class is everywhere! But Jinyoung ignores that and run through it and reaches her car. “G/N! Hold on! I’ll get you out!”

“Jinyoung…” he hears her barely say. “I love you…” Blood covers her face, she’s still buckled in, and her eyes are watery. She slowly closes her eyes and Jinyoung screams echoes.

“Help!” Jinyoung shouts. “HELP!”

An ambulance arrives and takes him and G/N to the hospital.

A few hours pass and she till didn’t open her eyes. Doctors finish examining her and turn to Jinyoung, who is almost falling asleep in a chair, located right beside his girlfriend and soon to be daughter.

“Please…” is all Jinyoung says.

“Good news, she’s fine,” the doctor starts. “She’s in a coma.”

“Bad news?”

“We don’t know when she’ll wake up.”

It’s as if everything around Jinyoung stops. It’s just him and G/N alone. He doesn’t know what to say or think. He’s lost.

“But she will wake up!” the doctor assures him. “And your baby is 100% okay.”

Jinyoung feels a part of the weight being lifted off his shoulders. “We just have to wait…” he whispers.

~~~~~

Youngjae

How did this happen…? Youngjae thinks to himself.

He rapidly walks through the hospital’s hallway, looking in each room to see if he could her. “G/N,” he asks a nurse. “Where is she?”

“I’m not sure,” they reply. “Ask the front desk.” And he does. He doesn’t know what to he’ll see when he walks into the room. How doesn’t mentally prepare himself; he just enters. He sees G/N, sleeping, bandages wrapped around pretty much her whole body. He sees blood on the bandages. She’s holding her stomach and that’s when it hit him like a ton of bricks. My pregnant girlfriend is seriously injured and I can’t do anything about it… he thinks. He falls to his knees and sobs. His sobbing wakes G/N.

“Youngjae?” she coughs.

“G/N!” he runs over and hugs her. It’s only when he hears a faint “ow” he pulls away. “I thought…” he chokes. “I thought I lost you…”

G/N smiles and wraps her arm around his neck. “We’re pretty hard to get rid of.” She still has her hand on her stomach.

~~~~~

Bambam

Bambam carefully watches her as she sleeps. He can’t take his eyes off of her. “You gave me a major heart attack…” he says, holding her hand. “You too.” He points her stomach,

“Don’t poke our child.” G/N says, waking up.

“Don’t scare me and I won’t have to.”

“It’s not my fault…”

Bambam sighs. “I know… It’s the drunk driver’s fault…”

“Let’s not talk about it…”

“I’m sorry, G/N,” he says, tightly holding her hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, I thought we just agreed it’s the other driver’s fault?”

“But look at me!” he raises his voice. “I’m barely injured! And I was the driver!” Tears are starting to fall from his eyes. His grip was really tight on G/N’s hand but she didn’t care. “It should’ve been me.”

“Don’t start, Kunpimook!”

“Woah…” he says.” You used my actual name.”

“Yeah! ‘Cause you’re saying nonsense! Stop blaming yourself! It’s not your fault!”

“But-”

“No! Stop it, now.”

Bambam stops talking. “I really like you.”

G/N scoffs. “I love you too.”

~~~~~

Yugyeom

“Hello?” Yugyeom answers the phone.

“Hello,” a female’s voice said. “Is this Kim Yugyeom?”

“Yes, may I ask who’s speaking?”

“I’m a nurse at Seoul National University Hospital,” she says, pauses, then continues. “G/N has been in a terrible accident…”

“No…”

“I’m terribly sorry.”

“NO!” He freaks out and punches the wall over and over again. “NO!!” he cries.

“She didn’t die,” they nurse tells him. “However… She’s in a coma and we don’t know when she’ll wake up…”

“Can I go see her?”

“Of course.” The two hang up and Yugyeom rushes over to the hospital. He can’t believe that this is happening. G/N’s in the hospital and there’s a small chance she might wake up. And what about the child? Was he okay?

“Where’s G/N?!” Yugyeom raises his voice at the nurse. “Sorry…”

“Room 206…” the nurse replies. He runs and runs; it feels like an eternity. Finding room 206, we walks in, sees G/N with an oxygen tube on and barely breathing.

“Doctor…” he whispers, then shouts. “Doctor! I need a doctor!” A doctor rushes in with a questioning look.

“The baby,” Yugyeom says. “Is he okay?!”

“From the record, I can see he is okay,” the doctor replied. “So is G/N. But we don’t know when she’ll wake up.”

“I heard that before…” Yugyeom chokes back the tears. “Will she live? Will my child live?”

“Only time can tell…” the doctor replies. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Kim.”

Yugyeom doesn’t say anything. He sits next to his girlfriend and cries into his hands. “Please don’t go… Please…”

~dakota

**GIFS ARE NOT MINE**

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Exciting news, friends! My agenda for @vidconblr is public, and my four events for Disabilities on YT + FemTube are up for you all to check out! Be sure to download the VidCon app and add the events to your calendar, that way you can get this year’s buttons I preview in this video!

Thursday: FemTube Networking Event (Creator) | 12:30–1:30 PM | Room 206 | Co-hosted with @piecesofdust666

Friday: Disabilities on YouTube (Community) | 3:30–4:30 PM | Press Play Stage | Panelists: Moderated by me; @annieelainey ; Molly Burke ; @rikkipoynter | The Future is Accessible Photo will be after this event, so wear the apparel that Annie made!

Disabilities Discussion (Community) | 5:00–6:00 PM| Press Play Stage | Panelists: Moderated by @joshsundquist ; myself ; Molly Burke ; @blindfilmcritic ; Zach Anner 

Saturday: Accessibility on YouTube (Community) | 11:00 AM–12:00 PM | Press Play Stage | Panelists: Moderated by myself; @annieelainey ; Molly Burke ; @rikkipoynter ; @blindfilmcritic 

Enjoy! Hope to meet some of you there!

10/11/2017

I hadn’t his class but we had a little conversation at the corridor. First we talked about my test and then the conversation was over. At least, i thought that.


He: So A, Monday I come to school but i don’t know what time I will come. (We have Test week so we haven’t lessons).

Me: oh okay?

He: but I am at school, I think I will be at the second floor in room 206 or another room i don’t know yet. I really don’t know how late sorry. But maybe you see me if you come to the second floor or maybe I’m at the third floor? But you get my point: you can see me.


Ahw so cute he just started to tell how late and where he will be Monday. I didn’t even asked him xD like: come to me Monday. I was like: OH YES I WILL COME TO YOU MONDAY DON’T WORRY 😏😏😂


Me: oh okay 😊

He: oke I will see you then! 😁 Have a nice weekend A!

Me: Okay, thank you. Have a nice weekend 2. Bye.

He: thanks! Bye😉


He was so cute omg ♥️♥️♥️ #lovehim

First Pregnancy- Draco x Reader

Y/N Malfoy started packing up her desk at the ministry. Her maternity leave was just about to begin.She had been working in the Muggle Liaison Office for a year and a half. She loved her job in the Ministry of Magic.Y/N smiled at the picture of herself and Draco on their wedding day. A quiet ceremony between the pure blood prince and his muggle born bride. His parents refused to attend the wedding or have anything to do with Y/N for that matter. Draco worked in Wizengamot writing reports daily. “ Need some help?” Y/N looked up to see Draco in front of her desk. “ You got off early?” Y/N said smiling. “Of course, it’s an important day after all.” Taking the box of office belonging off his wife’s hands. “ You shouldn’t be lifting so much.” Draco said fretting once again over his pregnant wife. “ I’m perfectly alright you know.”


Y/N waved good bye to her co workers as she began her trip home. Draco’s parents booted them out of their safe home during the war, the old Malfoy summer home. Luckily, Draco had fallen in love with the town of Brighton. This was where his wife and him had spent their first Christmas together, gotten engaged and, now where he wanted to raise their children. It was too dangerous to apparitiate whilst you were pregnant. Draco worried himself sick every time Y/N used to Floo network. To be safe Draco insisted today, on her due date that they should take the train. To stop her husband fretting Y/N agreed to the hour train ride from London.


After the hour commute Draco smiled seeing his beautiful white house by the sea. It was smaller than he was used to but, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Draco opened the door to see a clean living room. White, emerald green and the colour he fell in love with seafoam green. A picture by the door of their first Christmas together in Y/N’s tiny seafoam green and white apartment. Draco eased off Y/N’s coat hanging it carefully on the iron hook.“ Sit down Lovely.” Draco worryingly said leading a very pregnant Y/N to the living room couch. “ Draco, I’m alright. Rarely do first time mums have their baby on their due date.” Draco sat beside her letting out a sigh. “ I know that. I can’t help but worry. Let’s get some dinner i’m starving. Take away on this special day?” Draco asked giving a cheeky smile raising a brow. “ Well of course.”


After dinner like clockwork, the owl arrived with letters from friends and from work. Draco noticed the seal of the Wizengamot on a letter directed to Y/N. Draco looked around the room to see if he could find Y/N. He heard the shower running. He quietly opened the letter.


Dear Mrs Malfoy,


We have received your supervisor report in the Muggle Liaison Office. The incident with one Mr Lucius Malfoy has been recorded in our books and is under further review. We are taking this very seriously and have banned Mr Lucius Malfoy from the Muggle Liaison Office until further notice. Please come in after your maternity leave, please come to the Wizengamot office to confirm your paperwork.


Regards,
Wizengamot


Draco could feel his blood boil. What had happened and why hadn’t anyone notified him? Y/N came humming down the stairs. Now in her comfortable clothes. Y/N name stopped in her tracks when she saw an angry Draco reading a Wizengamot letter addressed to her. “ What happened?” Said through gritted teeth. Y/N went pale and sat beside Draco at the table. “ A couple of days ago your father found me in the ministry directory under Malfoy. He was outraged that a ‘ mudblood was soiling the Malfoy name’ He…came to my office. I was shocked to see him obviously. He then noticed of course that I’m pregnant. He kind of had a fit. Smashed my name tag and called me names-” “ Why didn’t you tell me!” Draco threw the crumpled up letter across the room. “ I’m going to kill him!” “ Draco, breathe. It’s over. You know I was going to tell you but, it’s a Wizengamot case. It’s legal matter. I knew you would have done something. Don’t let him get to you.” Draco took a breath. “ He threatened my wife and my child! I’m ashamed to share a name that brings up so much hate!” Y/N grabbed Draco’s shaking hand. “ Don ‘t say that. I’m proud to be a Malfoy. I may be muggle born and our child will be half blood but, that name is a gift I got from you. It’s our family name. We’ll teach our children to not be ashamed of where they come from and be proud without being arrogant.” Draco soon calmed down. “ Thank you Lovely.” Y/N smiled. “ If I ever catch our child saying ‘ my father will hear about this’ i’m blaming you.” Draco laughed. “ Fair enough”


Draco sat in his office chair. The clock read 4:45 a.m. He looked at his paperwork. Only a few more pages left before he can finally sleep. He rested his eyes for a moment to give himself a moment’s rest. A knock came on the office door. “ Draco darling.” Draco kept his eyes close. “ yes lovely?” “ the baby’s coming.” Draco stood up knocking his legs on his desk. THUD! “ Draco?” Draco opened the door. “ Sorry fell. I’ll get the bag. Go wait downstairs.”


The trip to St Mungo’s was anxiety filled for Draco. He desperately tried in vain to remember everything he learned from the parenting books. “ Mrs Malfoy room 206.” A cheerful nurse said. Draco panicked when he saw Y/N in pain. He felt helpless seeing her without being able to do anything about it. The bed was set up. “ 3 centimetres dilated. Just getting started.” Another nurse told the couple. Draco held Y/N hand. “ How are you doing Lovely?” Y/N gave a smile. “ Just a little uncomfortable is all. It’s time for the last bets. Boy or Girl? I have a pretty good feeling about one but, I wanna hear your guess.” Draco gently felt Y/N stomach. “ Hmmm let me see. I have to go back to my Divination training” Draco began rubbing Y/N stomach like a crystal ball. “ Hmmm…I sense it’s going to be a baby! The further has spoken!”Y/N laughed and Draco soon joined.


As the contractions began to become closer and closer apart the reality hit Draco. He was going to be a dad whether he was ready or not. “ Alright we’re ready for you to push Mrs Malfoy.” Y/N nodded. She wanted this to be over as fast as possible. “Okay, push until I count to ten on the next contraction. 1,2,3.” Sadly the only thought going through Draco’s head at the moment was “ Don’t faint don’t faint she’ll never let you live It down.”


After 56 minutes of pushing it was the last push. “ You’re almost there Lovely. One more push.” Draco said holding his own breath. Then it happened. “ It’s a boy!” The nurse cheered placing the crying newborn on Y/N’s chest. Tears instantly started streaming from both parents. “ He’s perfect.” Y/N said to Draco as they took the baby to be weighted. “ He is. How does it feel to be a Mum.” Y/N gave a soft smile. “ Amazing. You’re a Dad now.”


After a long discussion on a name a compromise was made. Y/N wanted to have a traditional name because they planned to send him to muggle primary school. Draco wanted to keep his family’s tradition of astrological names. At 2:34 pm on November 15th, Leo Scorpius Malfoy was born. He bore the classic Malfoy platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. “ My son.” Draco looked down lovingly at a bundled up asleep Leo. “ I promise i’ll always be around for you.” He said above a whisper to the newborn. Y/N was in awe at her husband and son. “ We make a cute family don’t we?” Draco smiled. He had what he had always dreamed of. A family. A family who didn’t need money or bloodlines to validate themselves. All they needed was love. “ Thank you Y/N…” tears ran down his pale cheek. “ Thank you for my family.” Y/N started to cry as well. They held each other and watched the sleeping baby with nothing but happiness and joy in their hearts.

4

Screen caps of a letter sent by George Harrison to Pattie Boyd from New York City, presumably in October 1971 (George had departed from England on 2 October 1971 aboard the France, according to The Beatles Diary Volume 2), from the e-book edition of Pattie’s book Wonderful Tonight.

Apologies for the inferior quality of the screen caps; it’s a bit difficult to read, so I’ve typed it up… (also, you’ll probably know that the “Paul and Janet” mentioned along with toys are George’s nephew and niece :)):

Monday Evening

Dear Pattie,

Hello. Hope you are O.K. I tried to call you when I got here but there was no Greg in the Lodge. Can you call me through Apple at ABKCO or the Plaza -> Room 601 to say hello to Hubby! Its a drag not being able to speak to you. You can call ABKCO and tell them a time, and I’ll call the Lodge.

The ‘France’ was not as good as QE 2 more straights in Tuxedos and not as many things to do, so I read a lot in the cabin.

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Beautifully Broken

An anon requested a one shot based on Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I have no idea what you had in mind, but I hope this suffices. I listened to the song too many times to count, believe me. I was trying to get a feel for the song, but I’m a bit iffy on this one. I had so many thoughts running though my head, but when I sat down to write, my mind went blank. Anyways, I hope you like it. 

Word count: 5,035. (I didn’t mean to make it so long it just happened.)

Trigger warning: toxic/abusive relationship and mention of cancer.


Riley was finally feeling like herself again after getting out of a toxic relationship. She had spent her summer vacation in California with her Aunt Morgan. It didn’t take a lot of convincing. Her parents, everyone really, thought it was the best thing for her; and it was. Now, her smiles reached her eyes, her laughs were real, and she was her bubbly self again.

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