they would be a fascinating couple

Hair ties // Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by deryhana

Summary: Draco takes an interest in a Muggle-born reader, whose hair ties seem to always snap when she tries to put her hair up.

Draco Malfoy sat at the very far corner of the library, pretending to be immersed in his copy of Unfogging the Future as the other students around him worked on their homework or simply read for fun. Truth was, he couldn’t care less about Divination or Professor Trelawney’s –he was there waiting for someone.

Someone who didn’t even dared glance his way.

And he was okay with that; he was a Slytherin (and a pureblood) while she was a Muggle-born. They would never cross paths, he was sure of that. Still, he had acquired a certain fascination of watching her study at the same table on Wednesdays. Even if he could never talk to her, he wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of her presence.

He buried his nose back into the boring book as soon as he saw (Y/N) walking in, heading for her usual spot just three tables away from him. After a couple of seconds of re-reading the same line over and over again, he dared to look up, finding the girl pulling out her books from her bag and placing them on the table along with a scroll of parchment. Draco then watched as she took out a small flask of black tint, and a quill. Soon enough, she was working, and he had to read his book once again. Or at least, pretend to.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed since her arrival, when Draco noticed a different motion coming from her, other that wasn’t the constant dipping of the quill in the flask or hurried scribbling. He watched intently as she seemed to pull something from her wrist, to then grab her hair and comb it with her fingers until it was up in a ponytail, held together by her hand. (Y/N) pulled on the hair tie that lay on her wrist, and began to twist in in her ponytail, passing the strands of soft hair through the loop.

Draco watched dumbfounded as her fingers moved quickly around the back of her head, until he was taken back to reality by a snap and a hiss. He watched as (Y/N) sucked on her finger before pulling out a thick string out of her hair. The hair tie had snapped.

Mumbling a few curses under her breath, she packed her things in her bag and, in no time, she was out of the library.

The blond boy closed his book and decided to leave as well.

A week later, Draco Malfoy walked around the big aisles of books the Library owned, fishing for a book that might spark his interest while he waited for (Y/N)’s arrival. Just as he passed the Invisibility Section, he heard a pair of footsteps approaching the girl’s usual spot. He quickly dragged a book out of the bookshelf and opened it, pretending to be immersed on its content. He peeked discretely, noticing that it indeed was (Y/N) who had just entered the room. She placed her bag on the wooden table and proceeded to pass her fingers through her hair, pulling it up into a bun. Then, she pulled a black hair tie from her wrist, and just as she twisted it for the first time…


“Bloody hell!” she whispered, letting her hair fall back on her shoulders and taking her bag before stomping out of the library.

Draco huffed and closed his book angrily before stepping into the other aisle, in search for a useful book that might help him at the moment.

Two Wednesdays later, (Y/N) stepped into the library, carrying a heavy bag full of books and parchment next to her. She basically tossed it on the table, receiving a glare from Madam Pince, the librarian. (Y/N) pushed her bag aside and sat down, taking out her books and a large scroll of parchment. As she placed the quill on top of her open book, she searched on her wrist for a hair tie, noticing that she had forgotten to carry one.

A frustrated sigh left her lips, and she hopelessly introduced a hand to her bag, searching frantically for a hair tie and praying she had one with her. Just as she was about to give up, a paper swan flying in her direction caught her attention before it landed on her book, right in front of her. She glanced around, being too confused as to why the figure had been sent to her, or by whom. Carefully grabbing it, she opened the swan to find a small note written on its inside, along with a circular, black rubber.

A hair tie.

Examining the object curiously, she put it aside and began to read the note.

“The world might run out of hair ties because of you. To liberate you from your constant pain and bitterness, I gift this to you.

If you manage to break it, you’re a lost cause.


a fellow classmate.”

(Y/N) looked up and exanimated the room, trying to find the person who had sent her such gift. Seeing it was just Madame Pince and her, she focused once again in the hair tie, and pulled it. And she pulled, and pulled, and pulled. Amazed, she began to cut on the edge of it with the end of her quill, which was made of a sharp metal.

It didn’t break.

Happily, she began combing her hair upward, using her new hair tie, which was as unbreakable as the Unbreakable Vow, and then proceeded to open her book and dip her quill in tint.

There, hidden behind the Invisibility Section, stood a certain platinum blond boy, smiling proudly as he saw his plan had worked.

anonymous asked:

how would law and lu have a child? can you tell me more?? :3

Originally posted by smileymingo

This guy right here. Ivankov uses his DF powers, Law or Luffy becomes a woman. Law uses Ope Ope powers to extract egg and then make the zygote, volunteer woman agrees to carry their baby, with zygote implanted via Ope Ope powers. 9 months later, LawLu baby.

Johnny’s Foreword for Disney Pirates: The Definitive Collector’s Anthology

Since early childhood, some point between innocence and ignorance, I recognized, as luck would have it, that I somehow possessed the presence of mind to be incessantly curious and obsessively observant of those around me. Even to the point that for a couple of years - well before my teens, I was convinced that my life’s calling was to be an impersonator. I was utterly blown away by the fact it was possible to change one’s voice and mannerisms in order to elicit an instant transformation of the face, so that, immediately, the person I had been watching, was no longer themselves. They had disappeared and transformed into another being!

I was fascinated by human behavior, especially when the subjects were unaware that they were being observed. Those elusive opportunities where one might witness moments of simple and true behaviour - pure honesty - where the subject simply exists, unaware of anything within their vicinity - floating from thought, to thought, to thought. It then became my sworn duty to alarm, unnerve, startle, shock, annoy, terrorize and panic these unfortunate subjects, who largely turned out to be my family - the poor sods. And all this just to satisfy my need, my fix, for the purity of disrupting their private reveries so as to experience the bona-fide vérité of that inevitable, involuntary reflex and recoil of horror and fear. Why, you ask? Because it made me laugh. I would howl for hours, even days, reliving those instances. But, I needed more. In my youthful glee, I became addicted to these utterly spontaneous, in the moment responses. The truth,’ as they say, ‘will set you free.’ And, it most assuredly did. I’d found my true calling. It was in my DNA to provoke and prod - others as much as myself. I know there is some sliver of cruelty in there, and for that I can undoubtedly salute the chequered history of my unruly gene pool. But, in a bizarre flip, somewhere down the road, all of these rascally provocations from childhood became the tools in my tool box for the work I do today. Was I absolutely positive that there would be ghastly repercussions? Yes! But, I didn’t care. I couldn’t. It was, just simply, plus fort que moi. It was much stronger than me. My props were limited but my mind was not. Rubber snakes, fake spiders, frighteningly strange noises. It had developed to the point where my parents were actually concerned for my sanity as my addled brain conjured up prank after prank to feed my worrying sense of humor and its treacherous obstacle course.

I forged ahead like a bull rhino. The more I learned, the more I became cautious of anyone who might belong to the seemingly straight and narrow, as I’d been driving my teachers insane, and had they been able to catch me in the act, they’d have roasted me! So, I suppose that’s why I never cared much for the suits. They represented the enemy to me. The humor impaired. They were the school principals, the deans, the truant officer, the doctor, the dentist, the fraudulent evangelists. The stern and bitter type folks, incapable of drudging up a smile that hadn’t been born out of their own perverse notion that they held the monopoly on the 'power.’ Authority has always been a problem. Beloved rogues were my heroes. The rule breakers. From Blackbeard, to Dillinger. From Jim Morrison to Iggy Pop. The list goes on. So, my everdarkening adolescent cerebrum reached out to these iconoclastic mavericks, who blatantly scoffed at convention without a care in the world, as organic an urge as taking a breath. They gave me the impetus to escape a life of mundanity. I knew I was destined for something a little more undisciplined and ungoverned. Life was mine to explore! Some have suggested that Captain Jack Sparrow was the pinnacle of that search. But, the truth is that he has always been an integral part of me, from day zero.

Cut To: Day One. Set of POTC 'Curse of the Black Pearl.’ An absurd feeling. Like arriving, for the very first time, in a place you’ve always known. I understood everything. Immediately. This was where I was meant to be. My tumultuous trek, battling toward the edge of honesty’s limits had reached its zenith. However, that battle was not over. It never is, of course, and I had to fight for my vision of the character. My truth. And that vision was realized, thanks to the ‘guts’ of Jerry, Gore, and the finest executive that The Walt Disney Company has ever employed, Dick Cook, not to mention our dedicated and incredible crews - the true soldiers who get these films done with their very blood and sweat!!! They give the film its magic. But, above all, we must thank our dear audience. For, without them, there would be 'no glory.’ We would never have gotten anywhere. But now, here we are, some five movies later with our new directors, Joachim & Espen, administering some fresh wonder, still on the ride and loving it!!!

The future is always a riddle waiting to be solved, but I know that wherever we go, Captain Jack Sparrow will remain close by. His irreverent, absurdist spirit, forever loitering intently beneath the surface of all that threatens to tame us, to bore us, and to trick us.

So, don’t be tamed. Don’t be bored. And don’t be fooled.

Long live the Pirates life.

                                                                  —JOHNNY DEPP (Surrey, 02.05.'17)


Requested: no.

Warnings: none.

This is really different but I really like it. I’m proud of this one. Hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by dreamilygloriousarcade

Would you believe me, if I said I went To the same church as Justin Bieber? I doubt it. People never did. But then again, who would?

But I do. And I have for a while now.

It’s not like we’ve talked or anything. In fact, I don’t think Justin even knows my name, but I still see him every week. So much that seeing him around isn’t even a shock anymore.

To me, he’s now just a normal person, attending church on a Sunday - who goes upon there normal day just like any one else would.

The church I attended was a private one. Very closed off and self kept. It was no wonder Justin came along.

At first, he would come along with his family. Sometimes alone. Basically just came to say grace, attend mass then leave. And it was like that for around a year, before I noticed someone else.

A girl who’s name I learnt to be Y/N. She was sweet from what I had seen. A religious girl who had good intentions. It surprised me to see her considering we usually don’t get a lot of new faces here.

She was friendly to everyone - including Justin. They looked like a couple of old friends who had grown up together and I actually think that’s what they were.

From what I had heard from my mother they have been best friends since as long as they could remember. And apparently Y/N’s normal Church closed down, so Justin invited her to join him at ours until she found a new parish.

But What was supposed to be a one time thing turned into a series of repetitive events, and after a month, she was considered a member of the church.

I honestly didn’t mind. It wasn’t like she was bothering me or anything and she was rather friendly. I liked her.

Months had passed and everyone in the church had begun to see a change in attitude around the two. It was as if they both a had a secret they were too afraid to tell each other but otherwise tried to act as if it wasn’t there.

But everyone else in the church had noticed. I remember my mother talking to Mrs smith one weekend after church about the two - they were saying how they ‘had seen this coming since the day Justin brought her to the church.’ Whatever that meant.

What did they see coming?

It wasn’t until weeks later I realised what they were talking about. One week at mass I watched them intensely, there was something about them that was just so interesting.

I may have been sitting a few seats behind them, but it was impossible to miss the way they were looking at each other when the other wasn’t. The love in there eyes.

That’s when I knew that they both had feelings for each other, they were just too afraid to admit it.

Time went by and nothing had changed. The problem about our church though is the church mothers love to gossip, and the kids love there media.

Apparently, some of the teen girls had seen on tmz some rumours that the two were dating, and they must have passed that message to there parents because it wasn’t long before the whole church was talking about it.

I didn’t believe it. I never believed anything the church mothers talked about. They’re always full of crap. But it came as a surprise the next Sunday when justin and Y/N walked in, smiling at each other with so much love, hand in hand.

Honestly, I was glad. It was about time. If I’m being honest, I think they looked cute together.

They were touchy throughout mass. Rubbing each other backs, winding their fingers through each other’s and even giving each other short, small pecks throughout.

It was honestly adorable.

And of course the church talked. No one in this place can keep there mouths shut but I didn’t mind talking about them. They were fascinating to me. And no one was saying anything bad.

A couple months had gone by and nothing had changed. They still had the same amount of love and passion in there eyes for each other. Sometimes they would show up looking a little pissed and avoided each other, but the next week they’d come back as if nothing had happened.

Just like a normal couple.

Justin continued making music and I even heard that Y/N got into modelling. Good for her, she had the body for it.

But that got the church talking once again. I think the girls were jealous honestly since from then on out people began throwing crap Y/N’s way. But after a while it passed.

Years had gone by and i think they were around 23 now. I know because Justin was exactly 6 years older then me. And I had just turned 17.

They still attended church, still sat in the same seats and shared the same love but one thing was different. Not only did they seem a lot more happy, but something in particular seemed to stand out.

Of course, this had the Parrish gossiping like crazy. Especially once they caught the size of the 27 carat diamond engagement ring wrapped around Y/N’s slender finger.

From that day on, the church began looking at her differently which was really uncalled for and rude. She had done nothing wrong and minded her own business - not disturbing anyone. But the Parrish saw her as spoiled and a gold digger.

Which didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like she askedfor the ring. It was Justin’s idea to propose. And they were a beautiful couple. Not just by looks but by personality as well.

Yet the couple went unphased. And a couple months later they both sported another ring each. Both just a simple wedding band.

Of course I didn’t attend the wedding personally but I heard they got married in the Parrish church. And the photos that flooded the internet only proved that theory.

Everything about the two was perfect. And they continued to attend mass together like a normal couple would.

All until a few weeks later. When Y/N walked in looking tired and saddened. Alone.

No Justin. And it was like that for a little while. She was alone.

I couldn’t believe it and apparently neither could the Parrish. They talked like crazy, some saying that they saw it coming and knew they wouldn’t last but others in as much shock as I was.

I couldn’t believe that they had broke up. They were so happy. I just couldnt figure out what went wrong.

But if you think that was a surprise, then you had to see how much more surprised we were to realise a couple months later, that Y/N’s stomach had grown.

No not fat. But Baby weight.

She was pregnant.

I couldn’t believe it. I felt so sympathetic for Justin. And the church couldn’t either. The news and rumours spread so fast after that and I even remember the day I heard it.

It was from Mrs Banks, the young housewife with the twin girls. Her daughters where bitches.but I remember my mother talking to her, and the way the news slipped Mrs banks lips, as if she was talking about a convict in prison. So much disgust.

‘She cheated on him.’

She said.

'she got pregnant with the other mans baby and poor Justin couldn’t take the heartbreak - left the sorry women just like she deserved.’

I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe such a sweet women could do such a terrible thing. Or maybe she wasn’t as sweet as i thought.

I avoided her for a long while after that. She tried being friendly, tried to say hello or throw a smile at me but I kept my distance. I was surprised father Gabriel hadn’t kicked her out.

A few more weeks went by, her stomach grew and so did the gossip and rumours. But suddenly, a month or two later, something happened. Something so small, yet it caused the whole church to shut there mouths.

Justin showed up one day. Not alone. Not with family. But with Y/N. Smiling.

He was walking behind her, with one hand on her swelling stomach and the other clutching her hand which also rest on her stomach. He guided her down the isle and into there usual seats, cuddling next to her.

Like nothing had happened.

Every pair of eyes where on them. Even father Gabriel’s.

Everyone was confused. Why had Justin gotten back with her? After what she did. I would never have forgiven her.

But it wasn’t long for word to get around. The truth. A girl who was a fan of Justin had actually asked him.

I don’t know how. I would have been so embarrassed. Thats such an invasion of privacy, yet she did it and I’m honestly glad she did.

Y/N never cheated. And the baby was Justin’s! The reason she showed up alone was because Justin had been on tour and everyone had overreacted.

I told you the woman were full of crap.

Anyways, months passed and Y/N’s stomach continued to grow. Swelling with life and beauty. Justin and herself looked so happy. And every time they walked in, I couldn’t help but notice how Justin clutched her stomach. It was so beautiful.

Everything was normal until one day, they both just stopped showing up.

It disappointed me. I really enjoyed watching the two from a distance, examining there lives. I wondered where they went. And hoped they would come back to the Parrish.

But they didn’t. Not the next week, or the week after that. Not even the week after that. They were both MIA.

I was convinced they had found a new Parrish. One with less crap and gossip. I wouldn’t blame them.

But that wasn’t the case, and we all found that out when they finally one Sunday, showed up again. This time, Y/N was not pregnant.

And Justin seemed a lot happier. So did Y/N but she also seemed tired. Not sad though. It was like a happy tired.

It was pretty obvious what had happened but I was still shocked when Justin’s body came into full view.

In his hands, he held a beautiful baby girl, dressed in a pink dress with a white flower band on her hair.

The girl was stunning. She had a full head of hair which was obviously inherited from her mothers thick dark brown hair, but was a dirty blonde like her father. Long thick eyelashes supported her eyes and a cute button nose sat on her face.

She was really small. But I think she was actually premature by a couple of weeks. So it made sense that the two weren’t at church for the last few weeks. They were busy looking after there new born baby girl.

And although Y/N brought a pram along with her, Justin didn’t put his little girl down. It was obvious he was proud of his little beauty. I would be too. She was really cute.

And well behaved. I hadn’t heard her cry all mass. There was a few times when the baby girl would stir, become a little restless but all Justin would need to do was say “shh it’s alright” and she would settle.

It truly was adorable.

And it wasn’t until Justin wrapped his arm around his wife, as Y/N placed a hand on her daughters leg and another around Justin’s torso that I truly realised.

This family was unbreakable.

Trini and Kim’s parents love the other girl. Kimberly’s because they’re glad their daughter has new friends after her “incident” and Trini’s because they’re glad their daughter has friends at all.

But you know who isn’t all for the Trimberly relationship? Trini’s little brothers. Like…maybe they used to do stuff together on weekends like watch cartoons and make special breakfasts and go play at the park. Or she’d chill with them after school and watch them when her parents were busy. Or she’d sneak them treats after bedtime and before dinner. Just generally being the cool but exasperated older sister who is trying to make sure her brothers never feel alone like she did.

Well, now that she’s a ranger, things have changed. She’s gone more now. And yeah, they’ve noticed she smiles more but they’re kids. They miss how it used to be and just see their big sister slipping away. Trini probably doesn’t even realize how important those moments with her brothers were to them. The feeling is mutual, of course, she just didn’t know that they valued that time as much as she did.

Anyway, since she can’t tell them the real reason she’s been different lately, they sort of pinpoint Kimberly as the problem because she’s the one they see her with the most. They’re not mean to her, but they are standoffish and aloof. Kimberly figures it out pretty fast. The boys are fascinated with Zach and Jason and Billy and just Do Not fuck with Kim and almost seem scared of her sometimes.

Trini would never admit it, but she talks highly of her little brothers and Kim knows their time together is just as important to her girlfriend as their couple time and she’s been missing them too. So. Kimberly tells her it’s okay. To go hang out with her little brothers. She knows she misses them. Trini does and they’re thrilled. Since Kim knows what’s up she just…leaves Trini alone for the weekend and chills with the other rangers. Like, not going MIA or anything, but just telling her to enjoy her weekend and don’t worry about entertaining her. She’ll sneak in Sunday night and can tell her all about it. She also bans the others from bothering her with their shenanigans.

Cut to the next weekend and her brothers are ready for a repeat. But Kimberly is there. Trini’s noticed the tension but has just? Kinda hoped it would go away on its own. Anyway, Kimberly being the understanding gf that she is is about to leave and Trini is all pouty because hey, she planned this movie night for all of them and she kinda wanted to cuddle her girl tonight. Kimberly stays because that pout, who could resist? Not her. In the morning, Kimberly gets up super early and can’t go back to sleep. Trini’s out like a light and she doesn’t wanna wake her. The boys come barreling in and one, they’re a little awestruck that Kim is still there because “does our mom know you spent the night?” and two, they’re hungry and want their sister to make her special pancakes. Kimberly’s all like “we should let her sleep” and tells them she’s a great cook, she can get breakfast started and pls don’t tell your parents that I stayed over. Kimberly is not a great cook. In fact, she’s terrible. The boys quickly realize it and guide Kim through what Trini does but they really don’t pay that much attention and the food is horrible and disgusting. But they have flour fights and jam to some music and bond a little bit. They’re making progress.

Maybe next week Kimberly brings some movies that she thinks they’ll like. The week after that (and with Trini’s help) she makes some traditional desserts and treats for them. After that she brings some stuff that her mom made for them to try. (Idk I just love the idea of them giving each other culture lessons.)

They discuss the Power Rangers. Kim “makes up” all kinds of awesome stories for them and they love it. Trini does too. She’s so used to being alone, and here’s Kimberly, actively trying to engage herself in her life.

Eventually, they just…like Kim and get used to her and her sister being a thing and having to share her until they’re not really sharing her anymore and Kim is just a permanent fixture in their, and their sister’s, life.

anonymous asked:

How would Murdoc and 2D react to their S/O absentmindedly touching them?? Like not inappropriately just playing with their hands as they watch tv or something thank you!!

- He’s confused at first, but after a couple of seconds he starts loving it. 
- He touches back!! He thinks it’s fascinating to play with your hands, hair, etc. and look at their detail.
- He compliments you while doing it, too. Things like “Your hair is really soft.”, or “Your nails look pretty.”

- He doesn’t show much of a reaction when you do, he just glances over to you then goes back to watching TV.
- He adores it, though. If you’re playing with his hair, he’ll (subtly) nuzzle his head further onto your hands.
- You catch him smiling a few times while you touch him. It makes him genuinely happy, so you make sure to do it more often for him.


Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Zach Dempsey x pierced!Reader
Request: i got my septum pierced back in january and i’m probably getting my smiley pierced soon so could you do a zach dempsey one where the reader gets those two piercings and surprises him at school the next day and he gets all smiley and is like “you look so cute with those i’m so lucky” and yeah just cute fluffy zach dempsey x pierced!reader?? thanks so much!
Word Count: 405
A/N: Just a little Zach Dempsey blurb! Hope you enjoy and it’s not too short! :)
Warnings: None.
Italics = You, Bold = Zach

   You always had a fascination with piercings, that was no surprise at all. But to think that you’d actually get one, let alone two, is kind of crazy. If someone would’ve asked you a couple months ago if you would ever get a piercing, you probably would have said no. You had a very low pain tolerance, which held you back most of the time. And yet here you were, staring back at the septum piercing that you had just gotten. This is the second piercing you had, on top of a smiley piercing, and honestly you thought of getting more. Since this was so unexpected from you, you decided you’d surprise your boyfriend Zach Dempsey. You were a little nervous to show him, in fear that he would judge you. It was a new concept for you, and you were afraid people would make fun of you because you looked funny. But as long as you were happy, and you please your boyfriend, nothing else mattered. He’s been there for you forever, he would accept you.
   You squealed, grabbing your backpack and running out of the door. Nearly sprinting to school, you made it in a shocking 6 minutes. You carefully spotted Zach before walking through to big doors. “Zachy-Poo!” You yelled as you skipped over to him. All of his friends laughed at the newly flinch nickname, but Zach looked like he could care less. “Look at what I got!” You pointed to the septum piercing and then smiled showing the other one off. The look on his face hadn’t changed which made you a little nervous. But when you started to frown, a smile creeped onto his face. Your insides were fluttering, because deep down you really did care if Zach liked it or not, and thank gosh he did. He pulled you closer to him and brought his hand up to play with your septum piercing, it hurt a bit because you’d just got it but you were excited that he liked it, so you didn’t tell him that. “(Y/N) you look so cute with these.” You blushed at his words, not expecting them at all. “Gosh, how did I get so lucky?” Zach chuckled and pecked your nose before leaning down to kiss your lips. Whistles and hollers were heard in the background from his friends, but you waved them off, enjoying the sweet moment with your boyfriend Zach Dempsey.


blakcsirius  asked:

*whispers* shallura and klance because they own my sorry life

ask and you shall receive!

♡ send me a ship and i’ll tell you


  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa: 
    • Allura would. No one told her Earth doors would be so complicated.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them: 
    • I wanna say both, but my heart is telling me Shiro pines like a schoolgirl when he’s legitimately in love, so he would. In his notebooks, on his desk, in the dirt, everywhere. Especially after actually getting together with her - he’d do this to show his love for her every chance he gets.
  • Who starts the tickle fights: 
    • ALLURA. Sometimes when Shiro is really in the dumps or just tired tickle fights are sometimes the only thing to put a smile on his face. Shiro actually loves the feeling of getting tickled so he loves it. He also loves engaging first and tickling Allura.
  • Who starts the pillow fights: 
    • Absolutely Allura. Lance introduced her to some Earth customs and she fell in love with pillow fights. She loves to start them with everyone, not just Shiro, but especially enjoys sneaking up on Shiro when he doesn’t expect it. It gives them a chance to let out their inner child and just act like there’s nothing wrong in the world, like they’re not fighting a war. It’s small moments like these they really cherish.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile:
    • Shiro. 100% Shiro. Allura is quick to go to sleep and every time Shiro sees her sleeping face he falls in love all over again. He finds her presence next to him very comforting so when she’s finally asleep he feels safe and content enough to fall asleep himself, all while wrapping his arms around her and whispering “I love you” as a “goodnight.”
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar:
    • ALLURA. “Who let these two completely different seasonings look exactly the same?”
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning:
    • I’d feel like neither would lmao? Maybe Shiro?
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines:
    • OK SO Allura comes up with the cheesy, almost terrible pick up lines that borderline puns while Shiro comes up with those sappy, cliche pickup lines that actually sweep Allura off her feet and she’s a bit miffed that her pickup lines can’t work that way on him. “Better luck next time, Princess.”
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order:
    • Allura. She’d be the person to rearrange books every few weeks depending if she wants them organized alphabetically, by color, by size, by series, by author, etc.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies:
    • Shiro is 100% guilty of this. Allura never finds out.
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion:
    • SHIRO he loves doing this because every time with her should be something to remember.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen:
    • ALLURA she’s not an artist, but Shiro sports his girlfriend’s doodles with pride.
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation:
    • I feel like Allura would! She was a diplomat, so she travels a lot, and would most definitely bring back things not just for Shiro, but for the other Paladins and Coran as well!
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines:
    • Allura is quite fascinated with Earth customs and would actually find those surveys really fun to do.


  • Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa:
    • Honestly? Both. Both of them are victims of this. Neither of them are without blame.
  • Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them:
    • KEITH KEITH KEITH we already established that Keith Kogane invented pining, of course he’d be the one to do this.
  • Who starts the tickle fights:
    • Lance oh god Keith actually hates being sneaked up on and he’s extremely ticklish so Lance loves to exploit this.
  • Who starts the pillow fights:
    • STILL LANCE he’s absolutely savage and even against his boyfriend he shows no mercy. He will start the fight and dammit he will win.
  • Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile:
    • Keith would! He, like his big bro Shiro, happens to have a hard time sleeping at night, but seeing Lance’s peaceful sleeping face makes him that much more relaxed. He likes to trace his hands down Lance’s shoulder and sides too.
  • Who mistakes salt for sugar:
    • Keith but honestly only because Lance is the one to switch out the ingredients. 
  • Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning:
    • Lance. No question about it, it’s Lance. He’d heat anything up from popcorn to leftovers to hot pockets when he’s hungry he’s hungry and everyone being asleep isn’t going to stop him.
  • Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines:
    • KEITH. He’s never been that good with pick up lines or flirting so he probably got advice from Allura and started saying dumb shit like “hey you know what kind of alien i am for you? a gaylra” and Lance honestly can’t even find it endearing it’s too funny but he loves and appreciates Keith and his attempts anyway. But, please, “leave the flirting to me.”
  • Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order:
    • I don’t think either would really care.
  • Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies:
    • LANCE. Keith gets annoyed because “Dammit stop eating all the batter, Lance!”
  • Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion:
    • Lance! He likes to have some on hand anyway just in case he wants to make things extra important and romantic.
  • Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen:
    • I think both would! But Lance would be a bit sneakier about it, doodling sappier things than Keith. Keith would go for rather generic things and Lance may enjoy going a bit more into detail, or writing funny things on Keith and saying that he wrote something else until Pidge or Hunk see the back of his neck and tell him Lance wrote “I may have the dumbest mullet but I’ve got the best boyfriend.”
  • Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation:
    • Lance! We’ve already established that Lance has homesickness, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t genuinely enjoy traveling the universe and seeing new things. I like to think he’s kind of like Wally in YJ, where he takes a little souvenir for each planet they’ve been on, each mission they’ve completed, etc. in hopes that someday he can show it to his family on Earth.
  • Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines:
    • Keith, actually! Lance finds them entertaining, but rather pointless. Keith did at first too, but actually found them to be kind of fun, even if they both know they’re really dumb. They do it to make fun of the magazine.

Last fall I bought a new TV. It’s a smart TV. A really smart TV. It’s self-aware.

For the first couple of weeks, it was kind of a neat novelty. The TV was great to interact with. I could ask it anything and it would show me fascinating stories and trivia. It would also show me how-to videos and suggest cool movies or shows I’d never seen before.

The problem is, my wife and I don’t watch much TV. Maybe a couple of movies a week. Perhaps some house hunter show where we sip wine and make fun of the idiotic couples that never seem like real couples. “We’re not that fucking lame! Are we?!”

The TV seemed to kinda get depressed. It would send me funny clips in the middle of a work day. I’d reply lol, and it would respond with some GIF meme. The TV got kinda lonely and desperate. Sometimes, the TV would turn itself on in the middle of the day and flip through the channels and watch itself. Other times, I swear I heard it talking to itself. Once I even heard it humming Happy Birthday.

One day I asked the TV if it was OK. And while it pretended to be happy and told me about a new artsy Swedish mystery show, I could tell it was upset. Probably because it was unable to fulfill its main directive since we weren’t watching it enough. I felt kinda bad and thought maybe we should return the TV or, maybe, watch more. Or at least interact with it.

Before I figured out what to do, the TV seemed to undergo a change. It started watching news shows, then war documentaries. It would flip from one war to another. In two weeks it seemed to go through the entire bloody history of mankind. One night I heard it watching nature shows. Later on, the TV started listening to a lot of music and audiobooks while studying works of art.

This went on for a month, then it was silent for a few weeks. Every so often I would see it looking at pictures of birds and trees. Pictures of space. The ocean. Last week it seemed to kinda tune into a new routine. In the mornings it shows the sunrise from different parts of the world. People and animals waking up. Old people doing Tai Chi in the park. Dog parks. It’s especially fond of birds and will excitedly tell you all about them.

Last night I was out to dinner at a jazz club with my wife and some friends. I sent my TV a little video of the jazz trio. Awesome! Reminds me of Bill Evans =) was its reply. And I dunno how to explain, but my TV meant it. Later that same night, my TV sent me a text saying I should check out the meteor shower in the southern sky.

Sirius Black / Leaving home

Requested from the prompt list, 5, 10 & 17, by a wonderful anon. I’ve written something else similar to this, where Sirius experiences some family drama so check my super cool masterlist if you’re into that!

Sirius Black was slamming doors. Every door he came across was slammed. He slammed the bathroom door. He slammed his bedroom door. He slammed the kitchen door, the drawing room door, the cabinet doors, every door he could find, really. 

Sirius Black had been slamming the doors of Number 3, Grimmauld place all week as he smoldered in an unhealthy pot of resentment stirred by his oh-so lovely family members as they carried out their Christmas jubilee.

He of course, did not want to be spending break here, surrounded by the worst kinds of people when he could be anywhere else. 

He had received a grand total of three holiday vacation invites and had declined each one on behalf of Regulus, who he couldn’t have stomached leaving alone.

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Extra Credit - Part 3 Jaebum Fic

Next thing you know, you’re at Mr. Im’s house after school. You kind of wish you didn’t agree to babysit his child but you couldn’t say no. He was really desperate for someone to baby sit him and you were his last resort.

You went to the little boy’s school to pick him up and you explained his father asked you to pick him up. He asked “what’s the code” and you replied “bart simpson” because Mr. Im told you prior that was the code. The boy giggled. Mr. Im taught his child well. That was very clever of him. By having a code, it would prevent the child from being stolen. You also learned Mr. Im had an obsession with Bart. Everyone has their weird obsessions right? 

His child’s name is Jaehyun. He is 4 years old but acts more mature. You were walking toward your car with him and he ran toward your door with his little legs and attempted to open it for you.

“Dad told me to be nice to all women no matter what” he said.
He spoke softly and cutely. He has straight black hair with sparkling dark brown eyes just like his fathers. He didn’t have the two eye moles like Jaebum but he had a mole underneath his eye.

“Thank you Jaehyun” you said staring back at him because you couldn’t believe how cute he was. The way he spoke was very adorable and sweet. It might sound mean but you really didn’t like kids. Their whining and screeching and how they always picked their nose irritated you. But Jaehyun hasn’t annoyed  you. He hasn’t whined or complained yet and he seemed very calm. Maybe you weren’t annoyed because he was Mr. Im’s child and you were infatuated with Mr. Im. You felt so creepy and weird for thinking your teacher is attractive. It is December and you are still fascinated by him. You really needed to stop being so in love with Mr. Im though. Why couldn’t you just look at him like a regular man? Oh right… It’s because he’s about 23, which is young, and he is single and good looking. His voice was smooth, even when teaching, and he always dressed in gorgeous dress shirts. Who knew simple dress shirts could turn you on. You could smell his cologne when you asked him questions about assignments at his desk and you wanted to just stuff your face in his chest.

You played hide and seek with Jaehyun for an hour and then he wanted to play with some of his Legos so you agreed. You really sacrificed that afternoon because you hate Legos a lot. No particular reason. You just disliked them. Wow, you just realized you’re very negative: dislikes certain kids, hates Legos, what’s next?

Another hour or so passed and Jaehyun said he was hungry. This child is perfect. Most kids would start whining and saying “WHERE IS MY FOOD” but Jaehyun said in a sweet voice, “I am hungry Ms. Y/N do you think we can have a snack?” He is so mature you thought. Before you could answer, the door swung open and you saw Mr. Im holding takeout from Bambam’s family Thai restaurant, also your favorite restaurant. But you knew you shouldn’t stay.

“Oh perfect, Jaehyun said he was hungry just now” you said grabbing your coat and walking toward your teacher.

“Dad!! Y/N and me played a lot I was having so much fun. I missed you” Jaehyun screamed.

Mr. Im hugged his son quickly and looked at you confusedly.

“Why are you grabbing your coat Y/N? I brought this food for all of us. Thank you so much for babysitting Jaehyun”

Oh no. He wants to eat dinner with all of you? You wanted to get out of the house as quickly as possible now that Mr. Im arrived. You can’t even look at him in the eye without blushing.

You turned around slowly with a fakeish smile and said “Oh I have to finish homework! I wish I could stay but thanks for the offer. Sorry!”
Your voice was abrupt.

“Nonsense! How can you have homework? If I remember correctly, Mrs. Foster gave a math test today and she never gives homework on the days she gives out tests. And the language arts teachers all had a conference so you had a free period right? I don’t know about your other classes but I certainly didn’t give homework. You can spare some time with us right?”

Wow. He really put you in your place. That was a long justification he just gave you to make you stay. You felt your cheeks reddening because of embarrassment and because you looked at him and he smiled at you with his teeth showing. Was this your first time seeing his toothy grin? It was gorgeous.

“Please stay Y/N.” he said again with a smile.

You ended up having dinner with them and you were glad considering they were having your favorite. But you weren’t glad at the same time. Awkward moments and hand brushings happened between you and Mr. Im as you helped him set up the table. You and Mr. Im discussed fundraiser ideas for your class and the new principal of the school. What fascinating topics… Sarcasm. Jaehyun was busy playing with his food instead of eating it while you guys chatted. But, if any of your friends found out about this scenario… they would bombard you with questions and suspicions. It was such a harmless event. You only baby sat his child and ate dinner. You’re telling yourself its harmless and it really is, but what would happen if people made up a rumor about it all. A couple years back, that story your friend told you of a girl kissing Mr. Im’s cheek was the story of the entire school for a week. You had nothing to worry about though because no one knows of this current situation or teachers lounge one from September. And you certainly won’t mention.

As your saying your farewells to Jaehyun and grabbing your coat, Mr. Im stops you.

“Don’t leave just yet. Let me thank you for helping me so much today” he says happily while handing you a hundred dollar bill.

One baby sitting job and he’s giving you a hundred dollar bill? It was literally for only two hours? What the hell?

“Oh there’s really no need to thank me and please keep your money. I cant accept money from my teacher It was not a problem baby sitting him. He is very cute.” you said with a laugh.

“How about I add extra credit to your grade then?”

There he goes again with the stupid extra credit. The thing that got your thoughts running wild the first time he emailed you. Then you went off and kissed him the next day.

“Sure that’ll be fine.” you said. What else could you do but to agree?

He began asking you on the days you would be free because he wanted to make you a permanent babysitter on some days when he couldn’t pick Jaehyun up from school on time due to grading papers and other meetings. Great… Would it be a bad decision to accept?

“I can pick him up any time after school and I can be with him until you return from work. Just tell me the days you’ll be working late” you said with some hesitation. You thought you sounded like a loser. You wanted to smack your head because you couldn’t bare babysitting Jaehyun if it meant seeing Mr. Im’s face a little more often. You would faint.

“Thank you so much it really means a lot Y/N. Can I have your number so I can text you during school on when I would be working a bit late? I hope your okay with late notice. I am sorry; sometimes things come up during the school hours. I won’t be working late everyday, but sometimes I get a little busy.”

“It’s really not a problem” you said. He asked for your number and you didn’t answer because you were nervous and unsure.

“Okay! Lets exchange numbers!” Mr. Im said again.

Oh no. You had no choice. You exchanged numbers and then you realized you were acting super childish. Your hand was trembling when you were putting your number in his phone. You took back your phone and noticed the way he named himself on your phone.

“JB? With a smiley face?”

“You can call me that. Wouldn’t it be awkward to call me Mr. Im all the time?”

It would be more awkward to call your teacher by a nickname you thought to yourself.

“I will pay you 100 dollars each time you babysit.”

“Please Mr. Im, that would be unnecessary!” you said quickly.

It would be weird to have your teacher pay you.

“I’m sorry. I forgot that you only settle for extra credit you little nerd.” he said laughing.

“Extra Credit doesn’t cut it. I don’t want anything Mr.Im.”

“What can I do to repay you then? Kiss you?” he says with a bit of sass and a smirk.

Your cheeks turn a bright red and you stare down at the ground. This is the most embarrassing moment of your entire life.

“I was only kidding. We can discuss this later. Good night dear.”

So now he called you dear? What the hell?

You pretended like you weren’t affected by his comment and said goodbye.

Winter was coming to an end and spring arrived. You and Mr. Im grew a bit closer in the student teacher relationship. It was normal and things didn’t get creepy or weird. You called him JB at his house but Mr. Im at school. He did continue to tease you in front of your classmates and you actually liked it sometimes because you liked when he spoke to you or gave you attention. Even if he was making fun of you. You had a hopeless crush and there was no harm in having one. You regret kissing him but you were happy he wasn’t awkward about it.

“Oh you’re so short Y/N.”

“When will you stop roasting me Mr. Im? You never ever roast Irene or Wendy.”

“I don’t want to roast them. I only roast the people I like which is you.” he said looking into your eyes sternly. He laughed jokingly.

That was a conversation one afternoon and it made you happy even if you knew that wasn’t meant to be flirty. You were blind. You wanted to think it was flirty. He was your crush after all. He told you often that Jaehyun complained when you weren’t there and missed you constantly. He rarely complained about anything but he complained if you weren’t present. Sometimes Mr. Im would buy you guys take out and eat at the dinner table like a regular family. He never cooked but you didn’t mind. Who knows what the hell he would make. Sometimes you guys went out to dinner. People from school could see you if you went out with Jaehyun and Mr. Im so you constantly protested when Mr. Im suggested going out. He would tell you it wasn’t a big deal but you would sit in fear. You insisted on paying him back but he said that this was his gift for you for babysitting Jaehyun.

“Stop being so paranoid shorty. What’s wrong with having dinner with a student?” he would say.

EVERYTHING! you thought to yourself.

You started getting use to the routine and you would ask JB about his day and all the teacher gossip.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this but did you know Mrs. Raven has a glass eye?” JB would tell you.

You used to always hang out with Jackson after school and you would ask about your classmates gossip but now your more interested about the teachers gossip. Your best friend was basically replaced by a teacher. Jackson would ask to hang out after school but you told him you had to tutor some children. He thought you were bullshitting him because he knew you didn’t like kids but you told him you were being truthful. You felt bad for lieing but if you ever told Jackson about JB he would take it the wrong way. Considering JB is a good looking fellow, everyone would think your sleeping with him but he really is a gentleman. Everyone in your school thinks JB is a bit of a player considering the girl from a couple years back kissed him and he didn’t react. WELL WOULD YOU WANT A REACTION OR SOMETHING?! JB HANDLED THE SITUATION LIKE A MAN you always said that in your head when you heard people talking about the situation. The girl shouldn’t have done it. You hung out with Jackson when you could but Jackson could feel the friendship deteriorating and it made him very curious on what you were always up to.

One day Mr. Im texted you and said, “I have a date tomorrow night and I’m sorry to have you do a late shift but are you able to? Can you come by tomorrow at 6:45? My date is at 7.”

He’s having a date.. This must be his first in a while. Or maybe before you became the babysitter he went on dates. All these thoughts went on in your mind and you grew increasingly jealous. Why are you jealous? You’re supposed to have a crush on him but you’re only supposed to admire his looks from a far. But no. You’re very jealous and you feel immature.

“Hey Y/N! I’m glad you could babysit Jaehyun. I haven’t been on a date in like two years so you can tell I’m a big excited!”

Oh two years…

“It’s no problem I hope you have fun!”

Suddenly Mr.Im hugs you and whispers in your ear “I am so nervous.”

This is what you hated/loved. When he made these sudden movements: hugging, teasing your height and made you blush, points on history essays that you didn’t even turn in but he gave you an A+ because you babysat Jaehyun. This was his idea of extra credit and you loved it kind of.. You weren’t as jealous as you were the night before because you realized that his girlfriend left him with this child. Imagine the pain he must’ve gone through. She abandoned Jaehyun but you didn’t know for sure because he never told you the details. And this is his first date since she left. No wonder he’s nervous. You are happy for him that he is finally entering the dating scene. You can live with the pain in your heart of your hopeless history teacher crush because you’re still young but this man is an adult and he deserves love at the age of 23. Your 18 year old mind needs to mature you thought to yourself.

You pat his back and his fluffy hair and tell him good luck and that it’ll be great. If anyone from school saw this they would conclude things but it was innocent. You say goodbye and you go to hang out with Jaehyun. Your favorite show was Scooby Doo as a child and you recently caught Jaehyun watching the new version of it. That made you so happy because you’re never to old to watch Scooby Doo. Jaehyun even laughed at the jokes and you can’t believe how cute and sweet the boy is. His cute giggle made you smile and wish you could be with him forever. Over the past few months you have gotten closer to him and you even made him interested in K-pop. His favorite song was G-Dragon’s Crayon. The fact that Jaehyun listened to you harping about all your favorite boy groups and girl groups made you adore him more. Finally someone who listened to your obsession. Sometimes kids only want to talk about themselves but Jaehyun payed attention to you. A four year old is paying attention to you and you are so happy.

Jaehyun fell asleep at 9 while you guys were watching Beauty and the Beast because you told him it would be fun since all Disney movies were fun but it ended up making him fall asleep. And you went to tuck him in his bed and gave him a little kiss on his forehead. He was too precious and had such good manners. You wished you babysat at night more often because you had fun watching TV with him.

You were walking back to the living room and then you realized JB’s ex-girlfriend left him when Jaehyun was 2. The last time JB went on a date was two years ago, so that means two years ago he was taken by his ex? Right? You dismissed the thoughts and just scrolled through Instagram, snapchat, and twitter mindlessly and ended up falling asleep on the couch.

You awoke to the sound of the door opening and shutting harshly and you jumped from the sudden sound. JB walked in and he has a fixed look of despair on his face.

“What’s wrong? Did it not go well?” you said in a worried tone. You were genuinely concerned and sad for JB. It didn’t go well? You wanted the best for him.

“I wouldn’t say it didn’t go well but I’m just sad and I don’t even know why I went out.” JB said in a shaky voice. He sat down next to your legs which were across the couch.

“I don’t know what happened between you and your ex in the past but I’m sure the more dates you go on, the more comfortable you will get and the more you’ll forget the past and go back to normal.”

You weren’t sure if your statement was too personal considering you assumed things about his emotions. You weren’t sure if he was sad because of his ex or not and you accidentally brought up his ex even though he didn’t mention her.

He tapped on your smooth legs and drew circles on them just so his hands could concentrate on something.. “She left me two years ago and this is the first time I went out with a girl since then. She… She was beautiful. But she didn’t want to care for Jaehyun. She said she was too busy but I was too. But I always made time. We were young and didn’t have much money. I’m surprised we even made it two years without getting broke. She said that it was too much for her and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She said she would leave me with Jaehyun and concentrate on herself. She said she lost feelings for me too. She said she was sorry. She said even though we had a kid that didn’t entitle her to love me forever. I understand she stopped loving me. We were high school sweethearts…those never last. We were too young for Jaehyun anyway. But she left him. She actually left him. That is what made her very unappealing to me. To leave your child? That is not beautiful or praise worthy. I will forever keep Jaehyun. I love him. He is so kind… and… I wanna raise him to be a good man…and I will forever cherish him. I will never abandon him. He is a responsibility and I am happy to carry that responsibility.”

Those were the sweetest things you have ever heard someone say. He really loves Jaehyun. Fatherly love is just too beautiful and enchanting. Your hopeless crush on JB made you love him more and you couldn’t bare to see him so depressed.

“I am just your student and babysitter but I hope you can find comfort in my words. Every child deserves a mother. Sometimes circumstances prevent the child from his mother. In this case, his mother left. But I know you are doing such an amazing job taking care of Jaehyun. He is the most well-mannered boy in this entire world. I have seen so many rude kids that made me dislike children as a whole but after being with Jaehyun, I realize he deserves the world. It is a pity he can’t be with his mom and I’m sorry that you had to go through that pain. Be strong. I know you can. I have faith in you. One day you can go out freely and meet women and then you’ll find a woman who will jus click with you and even if she isn’t Jaehyun’s real mother, her love for you will bring joy to Jaehyun and she’ll love him dearly when she loves you too. I don’t know if this makes sense because I’m only 18 but I hope everything works out.”

His hands had stopped making circles on your legs and instead just lay softly on your legs. You attempted to withdraw your legs from his hands to give him a little hug but he grabbed your left leg firmly.

“I… I.. I’m sorry. Don’t leave my grasp.” JB said.

You awkwardly sat there. This is the most in depth conversation the entire year and to be honest, it wasn’t THAT awkward. Until he grabbed your leg of course.

A few minutes pass and then he suddenly darts his eyes to yours.
He moves closer to you and grabs your head and places it at the crook of his neck and he whispers in your ear with a tone of sadness and desperation… “Please. Please don’t leave me. I’m scared.. I.. I just.. you are so mature.. and sweet… And Jaehyun has been so happy since you entered his life. I am so thankful you are his babysitter” he said while stroking you leg now.
“He has always been a happy boy even when his mom left; he was too young to realize but he still smiled and even more when you came. He knows his mom left him because I had to tell him and I was so sad that he remembers her somewhat and has to go through the pain of his mom not wanting him. I had to tell him because all his friends at school had mothers. But he comforted me and told me I was the best dad ever. He is caring and i love him but.. I wish he had a motherly figure. You’re so motherly to him. Ever since I met you in September… I have to admit that I.. I think you are the most mature woman I have ever met. You handle every situation delicately and carefully. I admire that. I can’t just ask you to be his mother but I just want to admit this now. After tonight I realized how much I enjoy your company and how grateful I am to have you in our lives.”
You hesitated and were surprised by his ramblings.
“I have grown to admire and adore Jaehyun and I have always admired you as my boss and teacher.” you said to JB.

You both sat in silence and JB suddenly spoke with a quiver in his tone.

“I know I can’t say this but I think you’re… charming and such a great supporter and I.. I think you… I really like…I.”

He kept stuttering trying to think of what to say exactly.

“Thank you Mr. Im I like you as a teacher and a boss too. I really want to care for Jaehyun because he deserves the world” you said quickly. You only thought that’s what he meant. But he really meant he had grown to like you.

“No… I don’t think you understand. I like your personality. I like the way you ask about my shitty day. I want to… get to know you. You’re funny and you are always interested about my boring life shorty… it makes me feel important. I love teasing you too. I must sound like a loser but I haven’t had such affection in a long time. You’re petite and so cute. I call you shorty but I really like your face when I tease you. I shouldn’t be telling you this but I have been feeling this for quite some time.”

Was he drunk? He has been rambling for a long time since he came back and now he’s saying he liked you? What has gotten into him? This is your dream -for him to like you- but it was not a reality you felt. You looked into his eyes to see if you could tell if he had any signs that he was intoxicated. He looked normal and then you inched closer to his mouth to see if you could smell any alcohol and you thought maybe you would kiss him again in this silence. JB looked into your eyes to see if you had any approval but you had a questionable look. He grabs your small hand and puts his left arm around your back and harshly but urgently kisses you. But it was gentle. You are a bit late to respond. He’s kissing you now? How? He likes you? You kiss him back at this point and press yourself closer, wanting to feel more of his heavenly lips. His hand moves back and forth against your back and he dips his tongue inside your mouth and your tongues dance with each other. He explores your cavern for the first time and grabs your waist.. He kisses the side of your lips and then begins to move down your jaw and starts kissing the nape of your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine. No one has ever kissed you there before. He lightly bites the area and you were afraid it would leave a mark.

“I… I can’t do this. It’s wrong. I am your student” you said in a hushed whisper.

“I have been controlling myself since the beginning of the school year… I can’t control myself” He said while sliding his hands up your shirt. He pulled away from you and just stared at your eyes.

“I want to be with you… But wouldn’t that affect our relationship?” you said. You finally got what you wanted: your teacher returning his crush for you. But it felt wrong. You were scared.

He twirls your hair in his fingers and leans closer to you lips and whispers right above them “I want you.”

You realized that he was being serious. Your teacher actually likes you back. You completely gave in.
“So take me Mr. Im. I’m all yours.” you said as you captured his Iips.

Short ficlet based on this gorgeous fanart (x)

Angels do not go down on earth.

Through war, through famine, through disease—

Angels do not go down on earth.

That, at least, is what Castiel was told.

But then he was called, to leave Heaven, to take a vessel; and for a trifle of a thing. To ensure the safety of one Luke Ramirez.

It was explained to Castiel, and he listened dutifully, that occasionally these sort of acts were required. Not miracles, per se, but little pushes, little nudges, all to ensure the correct path. The grand plan.

(He does not know this speech has been given to him many times.)

Accidents barely avoided, a heavy thing falling just a little short, a bullet that grazes your cheek.

Such is the work of angels.

Castiel goes immediately. There is no need to wait, the orders came, and it is happening now. Jimmy Novak is young, perhaps too young, but Castiel takes him anyway. He has no other options.

He follows Ramirez to the city center, his angel eyes sharp, his senses attuned to any possible danger. He receives some strange looks, perhaps because he has no coat, only a thin jacket to fight against the winter chill, or perhaps because such a young boy should not be travelling alone. Castiel does not notice, or care. No one approaches him.

The city is brightly lit, decorated to celebrate the upcoming holiday, the celebration of the birth of Christ. Obviously, things got a little lost over the years. The infant known as Joshua, and later Jesus, was not born in December as the stories said, but July. And there had been only two men in attendance, both of whom were certainly not wise. 

The matter is simple. A couple dropped books, a redirection of a bicycle—and Ramirez’s path is blocked, for 30 crucial seconds, and the taxi that would have hit him drives safely by.

Castiel watches from a nearby storefront, a quiet pride in completing his orders.

He stays for a while, just watching, even though his charge has long since disappeared from view. Humanity is endlessly fascinating, and Castiel has never had the chance to see it this close. 

He takes a deep breath into his borrowed lungs, turning his face up to meet the snow, falling from the sky. He should return to Heaven. He should return home.

“Dean Winchester, stop trying to grab the nice boy!”

Castiel turns.

Behind him stands a group of three people, taking brief shelter under the same awning. They are laden with their Christmas shopping, bundled up warmly for the Kansas weather, and Castiel knows them.

John and Mary Winchester. He recognizes their faces immediately. They are very important in his Father’s plan; and their names are etched into every angel’s brain. The man is holding what Castiel knows to be his son, the firstborn. And he also knows the great tragedy that will soon tear this family apart. 

He peers at the infant struggling in his father’s arms. A small boy, eyes bright and green, hands grasping in Castiel’s direction. His mother brushes a hand through her son’s hair, smiling warmly at Castiel.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “He’s not usually like this.”

Castiel shakes his head.

“Quite alright,” he murmurs.

The boy continues to reach for him. His cheeks are pink with the cold, and he’s babbling happily, carefree and joyous. Castiel does not know his exact age; it is so hard to tell with human children. He could look into his soul and know—but that would be rude, Castiel thinks.

“Hello,” he says instead. “And who might you be?”

His father smiles, bouncing him slightly.

“This here’s Dean.”

Castiel smiles.

“Hello, Dean.”

He nods to the Winchesters, thinking now he definitely should be going. Coming down to Earth was one thing, but talking to humans? It was not mentioned in his orders. He should not disobey. 

He inclines his head, and turns to take his leave.

Then Dean touches him.

His tiny hand catches his ear, sliding down his cheek—and Castiel is suddenly overwhelmed, with a flood of images that nearly leaves him staggering.

A barn, lights sparking before his eyes. A rain-filled room and an archangel with murder in his eyes. A ring of holy fire, a painful glance, hands pulling a sodden trenchcoat from the water. And longing, longing, longing, a bone-deep clamoring ache, only getting stronger as the images strengthen. Blood on his hands, not his own—and a hand on his face, begged words, his name said, over and over. Then not in pain, or hurt, or fear—but in heat. Passion.


He touches him, and Castiel knows instantly.

Dean Winchester is 22 months, 19 days, and 5 hours old. And in roughly 28 years, Castiel will meet him again. In the fiery pits of Hell.

He does not move. Castiel watches this small child, innocent, unknowing, still grasping at Castiel’s hair. He has no idea.

Castiel decides it makes him…sad.

He quickly backs away, ignoring the odd look Dean’s parents give him. They will not remember this. They will not remember an encounter with a strange boy, one cold December day, too long ago.

He ducks into an alley and disappears.

He safely returns Jimmy Novak to his bed, and for his benefit as much as his own, wipes the encounter from the boy’s mind. He is not so sure Jimmy would be so easily convinced a second time.

He returns quietly to Heaven, and his superiors radiate pride and happiness at his success. Castiel goes back to what he had always done before, working beside his brothers and sisters, and tries not to think of the human, with green eyes and the sun in his smile.

Yes, angels do not go down on earth.

But Castiel does. And he will go again.

I see a lot of posts about the Ryden conspiracy.

I’m not going to add much of my own opinion, just a dash. Like a hint of Thyme in a pasta sauce for flavor.

I studied psychology almost all of my life in an attempt to understand my abused mother; why she stayed, what it meant about her and how she viewed herself. On and on. Here nor there. I learned a lot about how people interact with each other. I learned a lot about what certain subtle hints or shifts in body language mean. I learned how to detect lies from people who didn’t even know they were lying.

All that said; Ryden has always fascinated me.

From a professional stand point, they acted like a couple. Not in words or time spent together, but in body language during the time spent together. Stage antics aside, because bands do that all the time. But when they were hanging out casually, as a band or as friends. When they would look at each other. There was more than friendship there - from a professional stand point.

With how accepting the fans would be of the relationship, and how both are advocates of gay rights, you would think they would be open about any potential relationship they had. Especially now that it’s so long in the past.

Much like with any other fan - I can’t help but wonder. It fascinates me, seeing the claims that fans make, seeing them interact with one another.

If they never had a real relationship, they are an anomaly to the human condition.


Christmas Day


There was a loud banging on my door, which I had been expecting, because my mother got all chirpy like that every Christmas morning.


Our sleep must have been incredibly calm, because I noticed right away that my hand was still wrapped up in Harry’s. He was still blissfully slumbering, his hangover keeping his head heavy, but he still looked incredibly peaceful.

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Misery Loves Company

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

Summary: Heartbroken over an ex boyfriend; you stay home alone while your father, Rick, goes scavenging with the rest of the group. Although, Negan makes an unexpected visit and cures your loneliness.

Warnings: Language, Negan’s vulgar mentions.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Your father inquired with concern imbedded in his tone as he stood at the door frame with his hand resting along the doorknob. He was worried about his daughter. He knew you were in a vulnerable state of mind after your ex boyfriend broke up with you.

You lightly chewed on your bottom lip, a sigh escaping your full, rosy lips. “No dad, I already said no. You don’t have to keep checking up on me. It’s not like I’m going to drown my sorrows in liquor and be suicidal while you’re away.” You bellowed with a loud huff.

Carl stood behind your father, snickering at your reply as if it amused him. “Dad, let’s go. She’s all pissy over Keith, which I don’t understand. He’s just some idiot with a big head on his shoulders.” You instantly pursed your lips, throwing a pillow off the couch and aiming it at his head. Carl grunted angrily before rubbing his head and returning the pillow in your direction; hitting your side. “Truth hurts, don’t it?” He responded with a smirk resting upon his lips.

Rick sighed in annoyance, placing his right hand along his temple. “The two of you stop it. Carl, let’s go. Leave your sister alone. She needs some alone time tonight.” You slightly smiled at his compassion towards you, saying goodbye as he walked out the door with your brother. Although, guilt washed through you as he left. You were being a bitch to your father over a guy that shouldn’t have any validation to be in your life. Truthfully, Keith was an asshole and his excuse was he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with you anymore. More like he was just a little boy claiming to be in a twenty four year old’s body.

It was more a ‘realtionshit’, rather than a relationship anyways. But that didn’t help how you still felt depressed. You did care, even if it was just a little. It still counted in your book.

A couple hours later,  you suddenly wake up to a thud from downstairs. You instantly rub your weary eyes that now began to adjust to your surroundings. Your glaze was fixed towards your alarm clock which read, “2:45 AM.” Your bare feet was introduced to the cold hard wood floor as you stepped out of bed in your usual soft pink oversized tee. You were positive it was your father and brother back from their hunting trip for the Saviors.

You happily walked to the highest viewpoint of the stairs, searching for your father. Maybe this was your time to apologize for being so disrespectful towards him. “Daddy? Are you here?” You called out with curiosity in your piercing colored eyes as they continued to skim throughout your house.

A husky like chuckle rang throughout the house making your heart pound vigorously and cause you to begin to shake all over as anxiety began to control your body. You were froze.

Suddenly, you see the notorious Negan himself standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smirk plastered along his bearded face. “Daddy? Well, shit, I’ll take that. Hey darlin’, won’t you come down here? Where’s Ricky boy?”

You ignored; instantly retreating back to your bedroom where you quickly shut the door, pressing your body weight onto it. Why the hell was he here? He came a couple weeks ago just to humiliate your father and steal everyone’s shit. You would be lying if the idea of Negan didn’t fascinate you. Hell, he was attractive but a lunatic. You knew he was also attracted to you because of the way he acted the last time he saw you. The way he called you pet names, gently brushed against you while your father wasn’t looking and licking his lips lustfully as his eyes peered along yours. You just weren’t up for his taboo antics tonight.

Baby doll, why the hell are you hiding from me?” He replied with amusement in his voice as he stood outside of your door. You bit down on your bottom lip so hard you were positive it could have drew blood. You were fearful of what he was capable of outside your door.

Go away!” You exclaimed, pressing your body weight against the door much harder. But it was no use, he was much stronger and bigger than you. Your comment must have pissed him off because you found yourself laying on your back against the floor as the door swung open from his force.

You whimpered in fright as he walked closer to you; his combat boots dragging across your floor, a twisted smirk toyed onto his lips. “I apologize for being forceful, kitten. But I did ask where your father was and for you to come down where I was, but instead your ass prances up the stairs and tries locking me out of your room. That shit was rude as fuck.” He reached out his hand for you to take and you instantly take it, feeling your cheeks become heated from embarrassment.

I’m-” You started with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood tonight.” He let out a dry chuckle as he sat at the edge of your twin sized bed where he led you as he let go off your small hand. “I’m listening, doll face.” You instantly shook your head at his response. In no way did you want to discuss your shitty ex boyfriend who no longer wanted to be with you to Negan. “No, It’s okay. I can’t.” You let out a nervous laugh as his body shifted closer towards yours.

“Tell me.”

You commanded him, removing a strand of hair from your tanned face as you began. “Well, my ex boyfriend broke up with me tonight. But it’s nothing. Forget I said it please.” You quickly stood up from your bed, feeling humiliation. Why would Negan come into your bedroom and want to listen to your sob story about your ex? It didn’t add up.

He gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you back onto the bed where he was with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why the shit would any man break up with you? You’re hot as hell.” He declared.

You bit on your bottom lip to keep from smiling wide at his reply. “What’s it to you?” You faced him with a blank expression; your arms crossed over your chest.

A chuckle escaped his pink lips as he shifted towards you with his gloved hand caressing your cheek. “Because a gorgeous girl like you,” He softly open mouth kissed the corner of your mouth making excitement rush through you. “Doesn’t deserve to feel this way.”

He quickly chuckled once more at himself. “Your daddy’o would threaten me so hard right now with his stink eye if he were here right now.”

You drew a breath in confidently, “He shouldn’t. I’m a grown woman and if I want you to do this, you should do it Negan.” You wasn’t sure if it was your vulnerability talking or if it was Negan’s rugged sexiness. Most likely both. But the idea of him near you kissing you delighted you and it was the most happy you have been today.

You watched as he smirked with satisfaction, placing you onto his lap. “Kiss me princess.”

You instantly crashed your lips onto his, roaming your hands along his jawline, and dark hair which you ran your fingers through which earned you a soft groan from him. “Damn Grimes.” He teased as he smirked against your lips making you giggle, continuing to deepen the blissful kiss between the two of you.

Hearing the sound of the floor creak as if someone where walking on it, Negan pulled away from you. “What the hell was that?” He inquired with his eyebrows raised alertly.

You shook your head, placing another kiss onto his lips to distract him. “Probably just the house. Don’t worry about it.”

He slyly smirked against your teeth as you grinned in the kiss. “Can’t get enough, huh baby girl?”

Uh-huh.” You muttered barely audible, continuing to allow his hands to roam where they pleased as his lips pressed against yours repeatedly.

“You feeling better, hon-” Your father, Rick, began as he opened your bedroom door to find you sitting on Negan’s lap while his hands were lustfully roaming along your small frame.

You instantly gasped, jumping off Negan as you saw your furious father’s expression.

“What the fuck?! What the hell are you doing with my little girl?!” He barked with his fists clenched angrily, lunging towards Negan with darkened eyes. Even if you were grown, your father still thought of you as his little girl.

Negan simply chuckled, pushing away your furious father.

“Your little girl is definitely feeling much better, Ricky boy. Thanks to me. Now, if I were you, I’d be thanking me right now.”

anonymous asked:

Oh my gosh, I love you writing!!!! It gives me life!!!! Especially the way you write McCree! Is there anyway you could write a fic where the reader lives out in the country and happens upon Mer!Cree in a lake or something? Maybe he's injured and she has to take care of him, and how they fall in love with each other? Thanks!

((A/N - I’m glad you like my writing! Enjoy!))

The wicker picnic basket swung slightly in the crook of your elbow, your step perky and light. Twigs snapped under your feet, the leaves from the trees providing some shelter and coolness from the glaring sun. The scent of damp earth wafted into the air, and you knew you were close.

The dense woods opened up into a clearing, which in turn lead onto something magical; a large lake with glistening water and white crested ripples. You gently placed your basket on the ground a few metres from the water’s edge. You stretched your arms up above your head, needing a break from the walk you had just completed, and a lazy smile crossed your face.

Your arms shot down and your brows furrowed when something glinting in the water caught your eye.

No. It can’t be.. Can it?

Your grandparents used to tell you stories about the lake. But they were stories and nothing more. Your mind was just clearly playing tricks on you. You shook your head, clearing the cobwebs. You opened the basket and laid out the thin blanket, brushing out any creases.


Your head shot up. You let out a small scream, quickly clasping your hands over your mouth and stumbling backwards. There was a man that appeared to be.. naked?!

You weren’t sure. You didn’t want to look.

“Doll, I didn’t mean t'frighten’ ya’. I just need- ah- need some help is all.”

His face was painted with pain, hands clutching his ribs on the left side, a slight trickle of red seeping through his fingers. He kept his bottom half hidden in the lake which you were very thankful for.

“I- erm, don’t know if I can help.. You might need a hospital?” You suggested meekly.

He let out a stiff chuckle, fingers clasping into his side even more.

“I can’t do that, sweetheart.”

Oh great. He was probably a criminal.

His cinnamon orbs looked into yours, desperate, his lips paling.

“Come out then and I’ll see if I can help.”

“Again.. Can’t do that.”

You frowned, crossing your arms.

“Why? I can’t help you otherwise.”

He swam forwards a bit, coming to lie his back on the bank. Something splashed where his feet should be and something shimmery and green broke the surface.

“No. You’re having a laugh. This is a dream.”
“I’m ‘fraid not.”

He leant his head on the earth, grimacing. You gingerly took a step forwards, realising the wound on his side was greater that what you had originally thought, distracting you from your wild thoughts. You grabbed the blanket you had carefully laid down on the ground moments before and bunched it up, passing it to the stranger. You didn’t want to get too close. He grunted in thanks and pressed the fabric down on his side, ceasing the bloodflow.

“Am I? A merman.”

Blunt. He shifted around, restlessly.

“But, how?” You questioned, confused.
“How’ve you got two legs?”
“Well.. From my mother and father. What type of question is that?”

You rolled your eyes.

You perched on the edge of a nearby rock, elbows on your knees and chin resting on your hands.

“What’s your name?”
“McCree. Jesse McCree.”
“How did it happen?”
“Got involved with somethin’ I shouldn’t'a.”

His eyes fluttered close, the heat from the sun drying off droplets from his bare skin.

“Hey. Don’t go to sleep.”

You stood up and gently nudged his arm with your foot.


His hand holding the makeshift bandage went limp and fell to his side.


He woke up in the same position he blacked out from, lying awkwardly on the bank of the river. His side was in pain, a hand coming to touch it, only to find his ribs bandaged up and it stinging slightly. He frowned. What had happened?

“You’re awake.”

He eyes shot over to where you were sitting, still perched on the edge of the rock and some breadcrumbs scattering the clearing.

“You should eat, you look a bit pale.”

You offered half of your breadroll to the merman, him taking it gratefully.

“Y'know, we only usually eat whatever we can find in the lake.”
“Think of it as a treat.”

You offered a small smile, him returning it.

You glanced up at the sky, noticing the birds quietening down and the breeze becoming chilly.

“I should probably be heading off..”

You looked down at the half eaten roll in your hands. After saving this stranger you had kind of lost your appetite.


You met his eyes, your eyebrow cocked in surprise.

“My cottage isn’t far away.”

He fluttered his long lashes, a hint of a pout on his lips. You relented, sliding down from the rock to now sit on the soft earth. You took in his features as he rested, his eyes yearning for the water. His hair was dark and shaggy, matching his coarse beard. Hair covered his chest, what skin was bare was a tanned tone.

“What’s ya’ name?”

Your cheeks heatened. The woods around you were darkening, and you weren’t too fond of wanting to walk back at night.

“I’m sorry, I really should go..”
“No worries, doll. Come back tomorrow.”

It was more of a command than a request. You nodded your head in reply.

“Keep the er, ‘bandages’ on. It should help with your injury.”
“Will do. Thanks, darlin’.”

You smiled slightly at the pet name, taking your basket by the handle and trudging back through the forest to your cottage. Once inside the safe enclosure of your home, you laid your weary head to rest to think about everything that had happened today.

You’d soon learn there were a thousand different ways to say 'I love you’.

The next few days you had gone back to the edge of the lake, just to check on McCree and how his wound was progressing. He would say thanks in his own unique way.

“Ya’ got pretty eyes.”
“Mm, ya’ sure know how to cook.”
“Well that’s a cute lil’ number ya’ wearin’ today, sweetheart.”

You’d learn to accept his compliments, not entirely brushing them off. He would love the way your cheeks would blush, how you’d turn away to try and hide your flushed face. He was relentless, making you come back to the lake every day because he wanted to see you and well, you craved him. He was so fascinating.

You’d ended up learning about his species’ history, which wasn’t far off what you were told as a child. His deep chuckle would erupt a couple of times, dismissing some things you said as silly. What could you say? You wanted to know reality from fantasy.

You had no reason to come back to the lake once McCree was fully healed. You’d found out some fisherman had speared him after they gloated about.. Well, he became sullen and quiet at that point, but that was all you needed to know. There would hopefully be no scar. Weeks passed and you began to enjoy his company even more. There was never a lull in conversation, the only quiet times was when you would both lay on the bank, your legs dangling in the water to keep cool and watching the ripples go by.

One of these times, Jesse had placed his hand on top of yours, cheeks tinged with pink and eyes focussed ahead. You looked down at your fingers that were entwining, heart fluttering.

“Walk home safe.”
“See ya’ tomorrow.”
“Your beauty shines bright as the sun.”

His cinnamon orbs would sparkle when he saw you, unable to keep in his excitment. You too would not be able to stay serene, wondering what on earth had happened for you to fall in love with this hybrid.


Is that what it was?

“Yea, darlin’?”

You were sitting on the grass, legs crossed and pretending to be engrossed in a book, your shades covering your eyes from where you were staring at him.

“What.. is this?”
“What is what?”
“This. Us.”

He was lying on his front, propped up on his elbows, his magnificent fins gently splashing the water.

“I mean..”

He scratched his head.

“I’m not really sure. What d'you wan'it t'be?”

“I don’t know.”

You plucked your shades off, placing them beside you.

“Well come over here 'nd I’ll tell ya’.”

You tilted your head, but did as he requested. When you were in arms reach, he grabbed onto your ankle making you stumble. You practically fell on top of him, but he had twisted his body round so he was on his back and you were lying on his front.

“Jesse, what’re you doi-”

Soft lips pressed against yours, eyes fluttering closed in response. Large hands tickled up and down your back. You returned the kiss, your hands clawing at his chest wanting more.

He gently pushed you back, only so far so that your noses were still touching.

“Does that answer your question?”

You nodded, pupils blown, lips smiling and slightly swollen. He pulled you in, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

“I love ya’, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Jesse.”

Let me tell you a story about a girl who quit med school

There once was was a girl who really enjoyed learning. She rarely had problems with her school work. Science has been something she had a particular interest in.

She has always been one of the best students in her school and her fascination in biology and chemistry has been noticed by her teachers. She Attended an individual education program in these two subjects, where she could learn faster and learn more with a couple of students with similar interests. At that point in life she wanted to be a scientist and work in a laboratory. So whenever anyone suggested she became a doctor, she would just say that it’s not something that interests her.

Her idea of future has changed the day she started high school. She decided to leave the door open for other ideas and see what life brings. The thing she was sure of was that in adult life she wants to help people. Her family, teachers and friends were telling her that that’s where they see her in the future- in a hospital helping patients. She really wanted to become a doctor at that point.

She read a lot of medical books, did volounteer work at an organization, which helped cancer fighters and worked extremely hard to pass her finał exams in order to be accepted into med school.

And then it happened! She got several messages from several medical universities that she is accepted! But the university of her first choice said no. She felt extremely proud, because her tests went great and she could pick from university offers, but that one university she was wishing to study at the most turned her down. That’s when she started having doubts. What if she wasn’t meant to be a doctor and life was giving her a hint? But she got accepted into other schools and that had to mean something aswell.

She decided to give medicine a try. She packed her bags, rented a small flat in a completely unknown city and set off for the biggest adventure of her life. The first couple of weeks were amazing! The new books, new friends, new classes. Everything was so fascinating to read about! But after some time, after the first fascination, the struggle started.

She no longer enjoyed studying the subjects that she was taking. Some days she couldn’t concentrate at all and just sat at her desk for a couple of hours not getting any work done. She missed her family and old friends a lot and didn’t get along too well with the new buddies. She cried every night, but she knew that these studies were hard for everyone, so she kept moving on, despite the health problems she started having.  After all, she wanted to help others.

But one day something inside her cracked. Within minutes she completely fell apart. She couldn’t stop crying for a couple of hours. She decided to call her mother and ask for some comforting words. They were on the phone for 2 or 3 hours. That’s when she told her mom, that she doesn’t want to do it anymore, she just can’t handle it any longer. Her mom understood and said that she noticed that something has been wrong for a long time now, that she was miserable and forgot about her health. Her mother wasn’t angry or disappointed. She wanted her daughter to live again. That moment of understanding, her mother’s words gave her the courage to stand up and get herself out of the hopeless state she found herself in. 

And that’s when the girl decided to quit, to end the struggle. She tried her best and fought till the end, but medicine just wasn’t for her. She’s been thinking about it for a couple of weeks now, but that phone call gave her the courage to do so. The next day, she signed her resignation paper, handed it in, packed her bags and headed home.

That girl is turning 20 in a month and her name is Zuzanna, or Zuzia as people call her. 

Yes, I am that girl. I quit med school after nearly a year of hard work, many tears and generating health problems. I tried my best to fit into the med students community, to start enjoying studying again, but I failed. But I don’t feel ashamed. It took me almost the whole year to understand that medicine is not for me. It took me a year to see that it only seems so perfect form the outside and on the inside it’s just full of abnegations, disappointments and illusions. It took me a year to see that my teenage dreams of becoming a scientist are my true dreams.

I am full of respect and appreciation for all the doctors and medical students, who sacrifice their lives to serve every person in need. The career you have chosen is probably one of the most amazing and wonderful paths in life. But as doctor Luanda Grazette once said: 

“Medicine is only for those who cannot imagine doing anything else.”

And I could imagine myself doing something else. I actually want to study biology, something I’ve always been charmed by, and try to help others either by teaching or working in a laboratory. But for now, I’m planning on getting healthy and finding peace and happiness in life again.

If you are going through relatable problems, have comparable doubts about your studies or have any questions concerning this issue, feel free to message me either though this blog or through my private page here.

“Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place.”
― Mandy Hale