will she ever get a decent mom

So I have two younger sisters. The Middle Sister (MS) is super bitchy and entitled, to the point where any time we’d see a stereotypical mean girl in a movie, we’d call that “being a MS.” She was just awful, and the Youngest Sister (YS) and I spent this past summer literally counting down the days until MS would be moving several hours away for college. Hopefully the time and distance apart will help her shitty attitude.

Anyway, for a while the house was actually pretty peaceful as the only time anyone was home was at night and MS was no longer there to start a fight. I think that YS felt a lack of bitchiness after a while, because soon, she started adopting MS’s qualities and habits that we’d both complained about. It started out small like leaving her crap everywhere like a trail through the house and throwing fits when our mom had to resort to snapping at her when she wouldn’t clean it up. Soon after, her fits started getting aimed towards me.

Because I’m not home for most of the day, I usually don’t have the time to leave a mess behind, and even when I do, I try to get it cleaned up before it becomes an issue; the same with any chores. Because of this, my mom hardly ever needs to yell at me for anything. YS has started taking it to mean that I must unfairly be the favorite, rather than she should just do her job.

I’ll spare you from most of the arguments she starts, but they pretty much consist of:

YS: WILL YOU JUST LET ME TELL YOU MY SIDE OF THE STORY WITHOUT YOU INTERRUPTING ME!!!!! *insert nonsensical rambling that leads nowhere*
Me or mom: Are you done? Okay, now my side is that-
YS: OMG WILL YOU JUST LEAVE IT ALONE!!! I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE!!!

OR:

Me: Hey, you’re not doing *insert common sense here* and if you don’t do it like you’re supposed to, then-
YS: RUDE! RUDE! RUDE! MOM SHE’S BEING RUDE TO ME! TELL HER TO STOP BEING SO RUDE!!!

At first I got really upset and we’d have a yelling match before my mom jumped in and snapped at us both, but I’ve come up with a better, though primitive solution. Because our mom works more than I do, I’m usually the one she comes to for technological and schoolwork help, and because I go to art school, she brings me her fashion and craft ideas for confirmation. Now every time she intentionally pisses me off, I either record her screaming or just memorize her exact wording for the next time she wants something from me.

YS: Hey xfirechickx, can you show me how you did X?
Me: You know how to use Google *turns music up*

YS: I need you to take me to a friend’s house.
Me: That sounds like a “You problem” *turns music up*

YS: I need-
Me: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO RUDE!

The highlight so far is when she complained to our mom what I’ve been doing, and both she and our brother yelled at the exact same time, “That’s exactly what you sound like!”

Unfortunately none of this has convinced her to change her behavior, so I kicked it up one more notch. Every day YS asks me what time I’ll be working to see if it correlates with her own schedule. You see, while she’s a decent driver and there’s a car that she can call her own, she just got her permit, and can’t park on school grounds due to security checking for parking permits that you can only get if you have a license. Because of this, she requires a ride to and from school. My mom drops her off in the morning, and whenever I’m available, I’d go pick her up.

Now ever since I’ve started retaliating against her shitty attitude, I’ve just been ignoring her calls and texts to come get her. To be clear, her friends are always ready and willing to give her a ride, but they always get sidetracked with errands to run before heading home. So it’s a general comfort to me as I’m sitting in my pajamas at home watching Netflix while she’s having to help a friend go grocery shopping for an hour before getting to come home and take a nap. Try acting like a decent human being before asking me for favors.

Boring? Probably. Petty? Yeah. Do I care? Hell no.

anonymous asked:

Hiii! Welcome to tumblr!! Do you have any Todoroki x Momo headcanons?

Thank you anon!! TodoxMomo is one of my fave ships so I have a few :^)

Shoto Todoroki x Momo Yaoyorozu

  • Once they get together, they are mom and dad of the class. sorry I don’t make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • They would definitely be a power couple. With their quirks, shared intelligence and compatibility, they would be unstoppable!
  • They eat breakfast together every morning. They’re two of the earliest to get up (besides Iida) so they get a decent amount of time to talk alone before everyone else starts waking up.
  • Todoroki will go with Momo where ever she wants to go. She wants to go to the mall? New movie coming out she wants to see? Just want to enjoy the nice weather? As long as he’s with her he’s happy.
  • They have a lot of “inside jokes” that only they really understand and the rest of their class just stares at them like look at those nerds
  • Todoroki is really good at doing little things to make Momo happy without even realizing that he’s doing it. “Awe you didn’t have to get me that!” “I know, but it reminded me of you.
  • Momo can always tell when Todoroki is upset or in a bad mood. Sometimes it takes a while for her to finally coax it out of him, but she knows he usually feels better once he’s talked it out.
  • They both have their own ways of comforting each other. Todoroki’s straight forwardness helps Momo when she’s feeling down about herself, and Momo’s mothering personality is comforting to Todoroki.
Mean Queens Ch.21: The End (Group Fic) - nymphCAMP

Nymph’s A/N: i….can’t quite believe we’ve made it to the end. I want to cry, i want to laugh, i want to hug each and every one of you who has ever read this, or sent in feedback, or - i dont know i dont do speeches. I love you all, and i’ve so enjoyed being on this crazy, crazy journey. Thank you thank you to the aq brits, hola3, wick, dottie, frida, and adrian who kept me/us going throughout this whole journey. And my bIGGEST thank you goes to wank, my best friend and my writing partner. Writing this fic with you has been the most fun, and i’m so glad our writing adventures aren’t quite over yet… watch this space.

pureCAMP’s A/N: im crying so hard plz help me i love everyone who read this and who will read this, u are all angels <3 and one last thing that i have to say: nymph i love you so so much and writing with you is the highest honour anyone could bestow on me, to be considered good enough to be your partner. I love and appreciate you so so so so so much. I will always support you <3

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Based on the prompt by @cs-prompts: ‘It’s two am and we’re standing outside of our apartment building because someone pulled the fire alarm. You look cold and haven’t got a coat - do you want to share my blanket?

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Killian Jones had the worst bloody luck.

After he got home from a tiring day (and evening) of work at the docks he’d only just managed to take a shower and throw on some flannel pants before collapsing on his bed and falling alseep.

Now, he found himself standing out in the bloody cold across the street from his new appartment building, surrounded by his fellow residents. The building’s fire alarm had send everyone outside in the dead of night. Killian, as he’d been drilled to do by his brother, did not waste any time on getting dressed or gathering his valuables - it’s not like he was so sentimental anyway. However, he did make a stop at the appartment next door, where he knew a woman, a beautiful woman to be exact and her son lived. Finding that the door was slightly open, but that his worries were not quite yet setteled, Killian knocked on the door and took a quick look inside. Satisfied that his neighbour and her lad had obviously fled the building, Killian found his own way outside.


Emma Swan was pissed. You would think that people would know better than to pull the fire alarm for no reason at 2 am. It’s illegal, annoying and most of all, a very stupid thing to do in the appartment complex where the town’s deputy lived. Emma Swan was not on duty tonight however, which is why she found herself waiting until Storybrooke’s fire department finally cleared the building so she could go back inside.

‘So mom, are you gonna arrest the bad guys that pulled the fire alarm? Maybe it was that grumpy looking man from downstairs’  whispered Henry. ‘I don’t know kid, I don’t think Leroy is usually awake this time of night. But I’m gonna let your uncle David handle this one. As soon as we can get back inside, we’re going back to sleep.’ Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Henry nodded and looked around for a bit. ‘Hey mom, isn’t that our neighbour Killian?, he looks cold don’t you think?’. Emma looked over to who Henry was referring too, the hot british guy, who’d been greeting her with a series of ‘goodmorning love’s ever since he moved in two weeks ago.

He definitely seems like a decent guy, which is good, but Emma decided that she does not have the time for anything as distracting as her hot neighbour. Now mister piercing blue eyes was standing there out in the cold, shirtless, and with the most adorable pyjama pants on. Not realising she’d been staring, Emma quickly turned her head & attention away from him when he sent her a smirk and a raised eyebrow, as if to say ‘See something you like, love?’ After a few moments, Emma came to her senses. ‘Wait, how do you know his name is Killian?’. ‘I introduced myself’ said Henry simply. ‘According to aunt Mary Margaret we should be nice to our neighbours. Besides, he and Mary Margaret know eachother’.  

Emma hadn’t know that piece of information, but it didn’t change the fact she doesn’t like her son talking to strangers, seemingly having picked up on Mary Margaret’s & David’s tendency to only see the good in people.
Emma couldn’t deny that it was awfully cold though. It was wintertime in Maine after all. Figuring her hot neighbour, Killian, at least didn’t deserve to catch hypothermia, Emma made a quick decision and made her way over.

—-

Killian startled when he suddenly heard a soft, ‘uhm hi’ coming from next to him. Standing there was his beautiful, blonde and usually though looking neighbour, wrapped in a big fuzzy blanket. ‘Hello love, are you quite alright? I’m glad no harm has come to you or your boy’
‘Yeah, we’re fine. Actually, Henry noticed you must be pretty cold without a coat and all, so I figured we can share my blanket. Just for warmth though, don’t get any ideas. - And I’m not your love’
A bit surprised, but none the less touched by her offer, Killian replied ‘Why thank you love.. eh lass, if it’s not too much trouble, I could certainly use a little warmth. You don’t have to worry about me, I am a gentleman after all.’

‘I’m Emma by the way. Emma Swan’
Swan, I’m Killian Jones, at your service’

Killian Jones had the best bloody luck

(India points out that their having children together secures Bendy’s status as a literal incubus; and she instantly regrets it because she was basically teasing him, but Bendy thinks it’s an extremely amusing thought and never lets it go.

Especially once Henley starts showing demonic powers they’re like “oh god what have we done”. Just kidding around though, they love her dearly. Bendy definitely spoils her and India pampers her. There’s a reason she does what she wants with confidence.

I imagine she’s actually very close to both of her parents; like after she’s born Bendy’s like ‘a girl, gee, I hope I can connect with her’ but I could see India having some level of postpartum depression and Bendy sort of picking up that -specifically emotional - slack.

You can bet Bendy definitely started freaking out more and more before Henley was born, thinking he’d be a terrible father. I mean, he’s Bendy; he’s a demon, he has faith in being a team with India but that’s about it. For almost all of his life Bendy certainly never thought he would ever be a parent and never even entertained the idea for fun so he didn’t have any kind of preparation, educationally or emotionally.

So saying India needed his parenting skills to step up fast in a way neither expected isn’t inherently a good thing; but it definitely let Bendy prove to himself very quickly that he was capable of it.

Plus, Bendy has twice the energy India does, so while he’ll still whine and complain about having to get up in the middle of the night for Baby Reasons, he bounces back a lot faster than India who will be in a bad mood all day because of it haha.

Anyway, India grows to love being a mom long before Henley is ever at a legitimately impressionable age and she and Bendy are actually a pretty decent couple of parents. But Bendy never had the trouble getting close to Henley that he initially worried about. -HG)

Are We Power Rangers? or Are We Friends? (Zack and Kimberly BRO Moment)

Zack liked being in the mines with the other rangers. It was therapeutic in a sense. However, he had only revealed his hangout spot to the rangers once. His abandoned train car was sacred in his mind, and he had taken the rangers up there the night before Rita’s attack. The battle ended about a week and a half ago so he didn’t understand why he didn’t want to take any of them up there again.  

Now, he sat on the roof of his train car, staring at the flickering lights of Angel Grove in the distance. He had a fire going below him for a bit of warmth and light. A slight breeze passed by and Zack closed his eyes, letting his hair and clothes ruffle in the cool air. He breathed in the scents of the night air, memorizing the way his lungs filled with fresh air. Zack found himself sighing. It was late, but he still didn’t want to head home just yet.

“Everything alright, Zack?” a voice called out from the entrance to his little cliff. Zack turned his head slightly to see who it was in his peripheral.

“Hey there, Pink! What brings you to my part of the woods?” Zack asked playfully. It was a bit awkward since he hadn’t spoken to Kimberly specifically in a while.

“I saw the fire. Knew you’d be up here. I was out on a hike, just trying to get out of the house,” Kimberly replied easily. Zack nodded and smiled. He was glad there was someone to talk to, but it was strange that Kimberly was the first in a while. He always thought that he had a connection with Trini.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“I guess you could call it that.” Kimberly placed a small bag she had with her by the train car. She leaped up to the roof with Zack easily. “Bad night for your mom?”

Zack froze. He told the other rangers about his mother, but he hadn’t really thought that they listened, considering there was little to no response at the time. 

“… I guess you could call it that,” Zack mimicked Kimberly’s answer.

Kimberly dropped down beside Zack, looking out into the dark horizon with him. “Is this where you’ve been for the past few days? We thought you’d come back to school, but you’re only ever in detention.”

Zack chuckled slightly. “Don’t worry. I get decent grades since I get work done outside of class.”

“That wasn’t what I was worried about, Zack. I’m worried about you.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Zack tried to process what he just heard.

“Why?” Zack’s voice cracked a bit.

“What do you mean why? Aren’t we friends now?”

Zack peered at her. “Are we Power Rangers? or are we friends?” He remembered the words that Trini stated that night he gathered the rangers at his hideout.

Kimberly looked shocked at the question. “Right. The big question.”

Zack raised his head to trace the constellations. Kimberly hugged Zack, squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

“For what?” Zack was genuinely confused.

“We should’ve been there a little more for you. God knows you’re lonely enough, and we knew that. We still didn’t do anything about it though. It’s frustrating, knowing that we could’ve done better.”

Zack raised his eyebrow and turned on his suave voice. “Come on now, Princess Pink. Don’t turn this into a chick flick.” He smirked at her.

She smacked his arm. “Hey! I’m trying to be sincere here!” she laughed.

Zack laughed along with her, reveling in the sound of their friendship. “Right, sorry.”

The silence rolled back in. 

“You know, I’ve wanted to say this since you spoke out that one night around the campfire. I’m sure the others wanted to say it too. I want you to know that no matter what, you have a place with me. You’re crazy and immature, but I really do value you. You’re my best friend along with the others!”

Zack nodded grimly. “Thanks, Hart.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. “I’m glad you guys are my friends. You’re good for me.”

Kimberly rested her head on Zack’s shoulder. “Thank you for fighting against the odds in everything you do,” she whispered. “You have it tough, shouldering so much burden. Taking care of your mom, going to school, saving the world. We’re here to lighten the burden a bit for you. Remember that. Remember: Together, we are more.”

Zack leaned into the touch, feeling his voice catch in his throat. “Chick flick.”

Kimberly laughed. “Oh, shut up. You love it.”

Zack nodded, smirking. “Oh, I suppose I can deal with it.”

They sat there for a moment longer, holding each other. Kimberly’s stomach growled a bit though.

“… Want some donuts?”

“… Yes.”

“Krispy Kreme?”

“Yes.”

“Cool, let’s go.”

They jumped off the edge of the train car and began the trek down the mountainside to the 24-hour Krispy Kreme, talking and laughing with each other like old friends.

From then on, Zack didn’t mind bringing the rangers up too much, but he and Kimberly always met late at night when one or the other had a bad night. They’d joke on the train car and test their new abilities with each other, competing like a couple of children. Most of the time, they’d end up at the Krispy Kreme.


Skip ahead a couple weeks

Zack and Kimberly sat on the train car’s edge once again, just star-gazing. Zack smiled warmly.

“So…. Friends?”

Kimberly knew exactly what he was talking about almost instantly.

She laughed and nodded. “Friends.”

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on the Robin series so far?

I’ve been holding onto this cause I’ve had a post in my drafts on my thoughts on Robin once I finished. Once I got this ask, I decided I’d post them here. So here’s a bunch of random thoughts on Robin in no particular order. I’ll put it below the cut cause it’s kinda long also, you know, spoilers.


**Spoilers for the Robin series**

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Love Isn’t Enough

When the cold hearted prince of the school bets on her, she finds herself forced to work harder than ever before in order to avoid the psychotic fangirls. If she lets him down, she’s sure to face complete destruction. So, what other option does she have but to play along?

Part 1

Every since I’ve known him, Min Yoongi has had stars in his eyes. 

It’s my first day of my senior year and I can tell it’s going to be the best year yet. My friends and I all managed to get into the same class, my mom’s business is doing better than ever, and I didn’t fail my tests last year so I actually had a decent summer. Overall, I’d have to say life is working in my favor for once. 

“Y/N! Make sure you stop by the market after school and pick up something to eat, I’ll be home late again!” Even my mothers yelling can’t deter my mood this morning as I confidently march out of our apartment and out into the busy streets. The walk to school is filled with anxiety, at first I felt great but it’s as if a wave of realization crashed over me; this is it. My senior year, the final year with friends before I have to go out into the world on my own. I can’t help but shiver at the thought of being away from them, it’s a small town, so I’ve always been around the same friend group for as long as I can remember. My thoughts are abruptly silenced as I’m tackled from behind, myself and all of my belongings crashing to the ground as I groan in pain.

“Good morning my sweet!” That voice, the ever present screeching in my ear, that festering fungus of a human being I swear this year I will get rid of him.

“Ken, stop doing that, this has got to be the millionth time I’ve said it!” My cries fall on deaf ears as he carelessly stumbles to his feet before helping me up.

“”You didn’t call me all summer! I’ve been deprived! How could you do that to me?” 

“I told you I was busy.” His pout remains prominent even as I try to calm him; this immature child will never be satisfied. We continue on our way to school, side by side, eyes watching every time he makes another annoying sound.

“You’re always busy! Let me take you out today after school, it’ll make up for all the time you’ve neglected me.” This kid never learns…

“Ken, you aren’t my pet, I don’t have to take care of you. You can find something else to do because I will be busy all year.”

“Doing what?”  

Studying.” He stops. 

“Ha! Nice try, everyone knows you don’t study!” His laughter is both hurtful and annoying. It’s not a surprise though, I’ve never been the most studious of our friends, to be honest I’m hardly a student. But this year I’m going to try. With a low grunt of frustration, I push past him and to the school.


Seats have been prearranged, the teacher standing at the front of the class demanding all attention, and the students… the students are ignoring everything and just behaving like always. I tend to be in the classes of a lower demeanor, it’s not that we’re dumb kids, we just don’t care. Most of us have jobs, leaving no time to study, and those who don’t have jobs, usually have other obligations at home. Me, I’m the first, working along side my mom takes up most of my free time. I work weekdays, weekends, holidays, basically if I’m needed I’m there. 

Letting out a sigh I prop my feet up on the desk in front of me, watching as my friends, Ren, Skai, and Leo chat away. Ken scoots his chair next to mine, pulling my legs into his lap as he tunes in to the conversation. I let my eyes wander, it’s the same thing every year, no real change can be found in anyone in these classes. As my eyes scan over the room, I notice a figure in the door way, it’s staring back at me. The look in the figure’s eyes are not of interest but of disgust. I’m not surprised. This is the class that is looked down on by everyone; even the teachers don’t bother with us, they know we’re all lost causes. The figure doesn’t move, giving me time to work out the structure. It’s Yoongi. No surprise, he’s top of the school, the supposedly greatest guy in the school, my shadow. 

In my freshman year, Yoongi was the first person I talked to. I asked him for directions only to be met with a chilling silence, but ever since that moment, we always seem to find each other no matter where. Every time I go to lunch, he’s there, when I go shopping, he appears, even when I leave town for trips with friends, I seem to run into him. I’ve tried to talk to him, maybe we could be friends. But Yoongi has always been cold. Even now, as his piercing gaze lingers on me, I feel nothing but a frigid wind. He steps inside, people seem to notice his presence, the room quiets down. It’s as if the moment he stepped in, the aura of coldness just covered the room. He’s coming my way and I can’t help but stare as he moves closer. Each step is echoing in my ears, and as he stops before me, my heart begins to race. It’s always this way, every time I’m near him I can’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“Look who’s slumming today! Min Yoongi! Welcome to our shit hole!” Ken’s voice fills the void, my body feels like it’s finally back in the real world. Everyone chuckles along with his comment, all except Yoongi who stands there, almost lifelessly.

“To what do we owe this honor?” Ken continues, his words seemingly meaningless to the boy before me. It’s been a common rule that our class is avoided, even talking to people in our class supposedly drops one’s IQ. It’s bullshit, but it’s just how it works around here. Finally Yoongi rips his eyes from me and glances at Ken,

“You’re being too loud, try not to make an ass out of yourself so early in the morning.” His words are simple but sharp as he shoots down Ken. I can’t help the chuckle that falls from my lips, his attention coming back to me at the sound.

“Come with me.” Yoongi speaks to me this time, for the first time really. I would say I’m shocked but all I feel is calmness. It’s like I’m talking to an old friend. I make no noise as I slip my feet from Ken’s lap, standing to follow him. I feel a grip on my arm as I try to go, looking back I see Ken,

“You’re seriously gonna go with this guy! After what he just said!” I shrug off his hand and roll my eyes,

“If I’m not back before lunch, send a search party.” With that I leave.


The halls are quiet, the sun is shining through the window lighting up the side of Yoongi’s face as he walks ahead of me; I don’t bother asking where we’re going, I doubt he’d answer. He looks so surreal, his figure so gracefully walking through these emptied halls, his steps hardly making a sound while I clumsily clamber along behind him. I’m so focused on him that I don’t even realize where we are when he finally does stop. 

“Why did you bring me here?” It’s his class… What the hell is this kid doing. He ignores me, sliding open the door before grabbing my rm and harshly dragging me inside. Everyone looked up, it felt like they had been expecting me; I only assume that because they don’t look like they’re too surprised by my presence. And before I can ask him again, why I’m here, Yoongi speaks,

“She’s my experiment. I bet I can get her in the top twenty by the end of the school year.” 

anonymous asked:

We already know how fiora's cooking skills are, but what about the rest of the team?

Shulk: Abysmal, no matter what he does, even if it’s following a recipe, he just can’t. He gets a little better post game, ad manages to get his food mildly edible. 

Reyn: He can cook meat, but he hasn’t been able to figure anything else out. If they ever make a BBQ, he’s in charge of the grill. 

Sharla: Pretty decent. She taught herself to cook when she was 6, and she’s only gotten better since. 

Dunban: He’s alright, though he hasn’t cooked since he lost his arm. 

Melia: Suprisingly enough, she’s decent. Her mom taught her when she was little and her mom arranged for the cook to keep teaching her. 

Riki: He’s alright. He makes some pretty good food and the rest of the party agrees. 

I’m a Nervous Wreck (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Requests: Hey, first of all I just wanted to say that I love your stories so much and that I think you’re a really talented writer! Second, could you do like a high school type fic where the reader and Patrick like eachother but they are both like super nervous and it’s really fluffy <3

Monday Morning

I can’t help but smile as I see my name on the seating chart. It’s arranged in alphabetical order, just like every year, which means, just like every year, I’ll be sitting next to Patrick. I try to hide my glee as I walk back to my seat, sitting down and calming myself down to wait until he gets here. I wonder if he changed over the summer, I wonder if he’ll think I changed. We haven’t seen each other since the last day of school, two months ago, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about him. It’s possible I might have the tiniest crush on him, and in the past I’ve always been too nervous to talk to him, but this year, this year it’s gonna be different.

Right before the bell rings, Patrick walks in and immediately checks the seating chart, before shuffling back to slide in the seat next to me. He gives me a small smile, but the teacher begins to talk before he says anything.

“Good Morning class, I hope you all had a lovely summer. Now as you know, this is homeroom, so we will be meeting here every day for fifteen minutes. And the seating chart is permanent so I hope you get comfortable”

The teacher goes through rules and roll call, and then we’re given free time to talk. I see this as my chance to start a conversation with Patrick, but I suddenly find I have nothing to say. I open my mouth but nothing comes out, so I quickly drop my eyes to my desk when he glances over. Okay, maybe this year won’t be different.

“H-hey (Y/N)” Patrick says, glancing at me, “How was your summer?”

“Oh” I say, momentarily surprised out of words. “Um. it was fine. And yours?”

“It was good” Patrick replies simply. I nod in response, unsure how to respond, so we sit in an awkward silence for a second.

“Well, did you, um, do anything fun?” I ask, attempting to restart the conversation.

“Not really” Patrick says with a shrug, “Just stayed in town and hung out with friends and stuff”

I nod and wait for him to say something else, but he doesn’t. I clear my throat, trying to find something else to say, but the words die in my throat.

Patrick glanced awkwardly around the room, and looks back at me, but right as he opens his mouth, the bell rings.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks quietly.

“Yeah, see you then” I say quietly, with a small smile.

I heave a sigh and walk to my next class, hoping that I can figure out how to be a little less awkward by tomorrow.

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*Patrick’s POV* Monday Afternoon

“It was horrible” I groan as we push through the door’s on our way out of school.

“Im sure it wasnt that bad” Joe says, squinting in the light of the sun.

“No, it was, trust me” I complain, “We said like, twenty words in the entire fifteen minutes, and it was awkward and silent and I don’t know, it was weird”

“I thought you had some big plan about how this year was going to be different- you were finally going to talk to her, maybe even ask her out-”

“Yea well obviously I’d like that to happen” I say miserably,” But everytime I see her I just forget anything I want to say”

“Aw how adorable” Joe says in a fake sappy voice.

“Shut up,” I say, shoving him to the side, “ I can’t go through another year of this, what am I supposed to do?”

“Grow some balls and talk to her” Joe says rolling his eyes, “ Just ask her questions, girls like talking, you just have to come up with topics, and it’ll be easy after that”

“I doubt it, But I guess I’ll give it a try” I say doubtfully, sliding into the bus seat next to Joe.

I hope tomorrow’s going to be better.

Tuesday Morning

“Good morning, (Y/N)” I say with a smile, trying to stop my heart from pounding as her golden brown eyes meet mine with a nervous smile.

“Hey Patrick” she responds quietly.

“So, uh, what classes are you taking this year?” I ask nervously, trying to not sound weird, which I probably failed at.

“Oh um,” she says, looking surprised at the question, “ Well I’m taking…”

I hear her start the list of classes she’s taking, but I’m too nervous that I barely hear her words.

“Sorry, what?” I say quickly, realizing she’s staring at me, as though waiting for an answer.

“I asked what classes you had” she said, looking confused.

“Right, sorry, i’m, just kind of tired’ I give as a half hearted excuse, and answer the question.

We talk lightly about classes until the bell rings.

It wasn’t much, but at least  it was a conversation.

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Wednesday Afternoon - (Y/N)’s POV

“It’s nice, actually,” I say slowly,” Just kind of strange. It’s like he’s asking me all these questions, but hardly listening to the answers”

“Im sure he’s just nervous,” Paloma says reassuringly, “At least you guys are talking”

“Yea,” I say with a smile, “ But it’s still just normal small talk, I want to be normal around him, but I’m so freaking awkward and nervous I act like an idiot every time we talk”

“No you do not,” she says sternly, “ You just have nerves, it’s okay, he does too”

“Yea but If I’m nervous like this all the time, nothing is ever going to happen” I complain

“And what is it exactly that you want to happen?” she asks grinning suggestively.

I feel my cheeks go pink,”I don’t know, but I’ve liked him for two years now, and we’re finally making a little progress, I just want, I don’t know, something more”

“And you’ll get it, I promise, it sounds like he likes you just as much as you like him, you just have to be patient, grasshopper. Now, have fun at lunch, I’ll see you later”

“Wait, you’re not staying with me?” I ask, grabbing her arm, “ I thought you changed your schedule to get into this lunch?”

“I tried, but they wouldn’t let me, I’m sorry” she says, apologetically.

“No, come on, I don’t want to sit by myself” I complain, even though I know there’s nothing she can do about it.

“Sorry, but I’ll see you in math, okay?”

I murmur an agreement and head into the cafeteria. Looks like this year I’ll be sitting alone.

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*Patrick’s POV”

“Go sit with her” Joe demands, jabbing me in the shoulder

“No”

“Dude come one, she’s all alone” Chris points out.

“So you guys go sit with her” I respond defensively.

“She’s your girl” Joe says, raising an eyebrow.

“She’s not “my girl”” I say immediately.

“Okay but you want her to be” Chris says knowingly.

“Okay yes sure, but if I go over there, It’ll be 25 minutes of awkwardness and it’ll ruin what little progress I’ve made”

“Dude, all you’ve done is bombard her with questions over the last two days. If you want to build a relationship with her, you need to have real conversations” Joe says firmly, shoving me off on the bench, “ Now go sit with her!”

“You guys are dicks” I say gruffly.

“You’ll thank us later” Chris says with a smug grin. I flip the both of them off and grab my lunch off of the table and make my way across the room.

“H-hey (Y/N)” I say, clearing my throat, “Mind if I sit?”

“Of course not, sit down” she say with a relieved looking smile.

I get distracted by her smile before I realize I should probably say something.

“Where’s the girl you usually sit with?” I ask, praying that doesn’t sound rude.

“She got switched to the other lunch period, so it’s just me” she says looking a little sad.

Okay, I can do this. Cheering people up is something I’m actually decent at.

“You know, the worst lunch I ever had was the first day of fourth grade” I start.

“Oh yeah? How come?” She asks, intrigued.

“Well, I was uh, wearing these brand new pants my mom bought me right? They were bright yellow, and they had batman on the pockets, so they were clearly the coolest pants to ever exist” I say, grinning when she giggles at my joke. “ So obviously I was super proud of these pants, I mean who wouldn’t be?” I ask with a grin, feeling a little more euphoria as she continues laughing, slowly giving me more confidence. “ So I was bragging about them to the class, and when we went to lunch, I realized we were having chicken nuggets and fries- the height of luxury, so Obviously I was also excited about that too. I grabbed my tray and was racing back to my seat, because I was Batman, and so I had to be the fastest. But then, I tripped over my shoelace, and accidentally dumped my tray, ketchup and all, right down the white shirt of a boy named Jack- the scariest boy in all of the fifth grade”

“Oh no!” (Y/N) says, eyes growing wide with worry, “ What happened?”

“Well, he looked down at me, grabbed his grape juice, and dumped it on me, ruining my shirt, my shoes, and my wonderful Batman pants.”

“That’s horrible!” she says, cracking up at the story.

“A true tragedy, those pants were never clean again, my mom threw them away”

“I’m so sorry for your loss” she says giggling, “ but I think I can beat that story”

“Oh yeah?” I say surprised, “Try me”

She grins at the challenge and delve into a story involving summer camp and s’mores, and the rest of lunch flies by in the blink of an eye.

“I could walk you to your next class,” I say nervously after the bell rings,” I mean if you want me to”

I see the blush creep on her cheeks, and It only makes her even more adorable

“Sure Patrick,” she says, “ I would Love that”

*Thursday Morning*

“Hey (Y/N)” Patrick says with a smile as he sits down, looking me straight in the eyes.

“Hey, what’s up” I say, surprised to find I feel a lot less nervous than before.

“So um, are you free tomorrow night?” he asks, now looking uncomfortable.

My heart immediately starts fluttering, “I think so, why?”

“Well my friend Joe is having like a hang out thing at his house with a few people, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come hang out?”

I can’t help but grin, “ I’d love to! I can give you my number and you can text me the address?”

“Sounds good” he says, also looking very happy. He pulls out his phone, and we switch numbers.

I guess I know what I’ll be obsessing over until tomorrow night.

*Friday Afternoon*

“Is this good?” I ask Paloma, twirling so she can see my full outfit through the camera.
“Girl, you look wonderful, I love how you paired the black leather pants with the flowy top- makes you looks adorable and hot, at the same time”

“Thanks Pal,” I say with a giggle, “ I’m really nervous for tonight” I confess, dropping on the bed.

“I know, but it will be fun, I promise, now go before you’re too late!”

I nod my head, say goodbye and get ready to go.

Tonight might change everything.

*Friday Night* - Patrick’s POV

“Why isn’t she here yet?” I ask anxiously, wringing my hands.

“You told her to come at 6. It's” Joe stops, checking his watch, “ 6:04, you need to chill”

“You’re right sorry. I’m fine, go hang out with the other people I’m just gonna wait”

“Alright, “ he says, standing from the couch, “ Don’t spaz out, ok?”

I roll my eyes and mutter a sarcastic thanks, eyes still pretty much glued to the door.

Five minutes later, she walks through the door, and she looks amazing.

I jump up from the couch,” Hey (Y/n)” I say, walking up to her, “I’m glad you came!”

“Me too” she says with a small smile, reaching up to adjust her beanie, “ I didn’t know what to wear so..” she trails off glancing down at herself.

“No you look perfect” I say immediately, my blush matching hers as I realize what I said.

We start talking, and we even manage to get through a whole conversation without me stuttering.

“Okay, Okay” I say finally, holding my hands up with a laugh, “ If we talk about school any longer my brain is going to explode! Let’s do something else”

“Like what?” she asks with a smile

“I don’t know… we could play truth or dare or something”

“Okay” she says with a grin, “ I like this”

We begin our game, both of us going for far more truths than dare, and I learn more about her in that hour than I’ve ever know over the last several years.

“So,” she starts nervously, looking at me after I pick truth “ Why, um, why do you stutter so much around me”

“Oh,” I say blushing,” Um, well it’s because you make me really nervous. Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Do I make you nervous?” I ask seriously.

“Yeah,” she says with a surprised laugh, “ You actually make me more nervous than anyone else I’ve ever met”

Im suprised by that, but it also kind of makes me happy for some reason.

“Truth or dare?” She asks.

“Dare” I say confidently”

She smiles shyly at me, “ I dare you to do something you’ve wanted to do for a long time”

I cock my head, thinking about what to do. I glance around the room, and suddenly I get an idea.

“Are you sure?” I ask her. She nods, looking a little confused.

I take a deep breath, lean forward, and kiss her softly.

“Um, sorry, but I’ve wanted to do that for a long time” I say, pulling away blushing.

“N-no, that was, that was good” she says blushing a brilliant red color.

“Truth or Dare”

“Truth” she says

“Why are you so nervous around me?”

She takes a deep breath, turning red again, and looks away, avoiding my eyes “ I’m so nervous around you because I really like you and I don’t want to mess that up”

I smile, relieved, as that is exactly the answer I would have given. I desperately want to kiss her again, so I decide I might as well try. I lean forward slightly and she notices, a small smile coming onto her face. She sets her drink down and looks at me through her lashes, leaning forward to meet my lips.

And that kiss was perfect. That kiss changed everything.

Summary: Beatrice Everdeen-Carter and Ramona Mellark, two friends with one mission–to get their parents together. Modern AU Everlark.

Part Six is now available below the cut!

You can read all other parts here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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The Family Plan

Part Six

Beatrice opened her eyes at the beep of her phone. Sitting up, she refrained from squealing at the picture message since it was still early and she was sure that Dylan and her Dad were still asleep.

Rise and shine, sis –R’

Just above her morning greeting from Ramona was a photo of her Mom and Peeta asleep—fully-clothed, thank God—in his bed. They looked happy and content to be wrapped in one another’s embrace. Not to mention, in that sweet morning light, her mother looked younger than Beatrice had ever seen her.

She quickly messaged back, ‘Can I call you?

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officialclarkkent  asked:

percy and annabeth's first day of freshman year of college. percy bloodbending. piper and annabeth have to pretend to be girlfriends for who knows what reason. percy finally coming home to his mom and paul after all these months. huge sleepover at the jackson place. nico and will going on a minor quest. frank staying in percy's dorm overnight for whatever reason. hazel and percy trying to make breakfast for frank at his grandma's house in son. solangelo interaction at some point before boo. go.

OKAY i’m gonna assume these are all separate fics (although maybe putting these all into one big fic would be entertaining… hmmm)

perhaps these will all be separate fics but in the same college!verse

we’ll just see how it goes

so i’m gonna do the first one under the read more, but all of the following ones will be tagged with your url so you can find them 

(also thanks omg there’s so many here i’m really looking forward to writing)

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Headcanon that the Hephaestus kids are notorious for their bad singing. Like they can play instruments all right–they are basically tools of music–but singing? Never gonna happen.

So of course Leo is the outlier. His mom used to sing while she worked and he started singing with her. He kept it up even after she died, though no one ever realized it because he only ever sang when he was working in private. 

Everyone expects him to be just as bad as his siblings. The whole camp gets ready to cover their ears when they see him run up to start singing to his favorite song and are in for a huge shock when he hits the notes perfectly. 

Dear 14-year-old Mary,

You know how you feel like you relate a little too much to the characters in those gay fan-fictions you and your cousin read? Yeah well, that’s because you’re right. You are a gay man, and it’s gonna take you a while to accept it. But when you do, it’s gonna be the best thing ever.

When your second serious boyfriend lets you be the “boy” in the relationship it’s gonna be the most bizarre and wonderful thing that has ever happened to you. When you look back, it is going to make so much sense to you when he too comes out as Bi.

When you cut your hair short for the first time it will be well after high school and you’re going to wonder why it took you so long to do it in the first place. You will never have long hair again.

You don’t start out as transgender right away and go through a few identities before realizing you are a boy. For a while, you will dress the most feminine you have in your entire life. People will hold this against you but don’t let them. Boys can wear dresses too and even as a man, you still love flowers and thigh high socks.

When the pretty boy you work with tells you no one will ever like you unless you are girly with long hair, don’t believe him. He’s no good for you and years after you’ve come out and socially transitioned, he will still call you by your dead name. Don’t let him break your heart.

Your brother both takes to your new name right away, and he is the most supportive person you could ever ask for in a sibling. Tell him everything. He will be the one that will be there for you the most.

Your sister isn’t going to accept you right away, and after she calls you an abomination, things between you are going to be strained to say the least. But go to her wedding anyway because being there for her is what sets the two of you apart. Plus you and your boyfriend looks awesome in matching suits (although you sister does fail to get one decent picture of you.)

Your Mom couldn’t care less whether you are a boy or a girl. So take it with some grace that she’s too wrapped up in herself to understand your struggle. Help her if you can, but make sure to help yourself first.

You’re still working on your Dad. Even two years into socially transitioning and a few months from starting hormones (yeah, you want to start Testosterone, and get chest surgery too!) he still doesn’t know your chosen name. But you know that no matter what happens, he will love you. Don’t be scared.

At 22 you have a loving partner, and you are living with him and your brother; you have graduated from college, and have 2 jobs in your field. Everything is getting better and you are shaping up to be a fine young man. Please don’t think the darkness is going to last forever; things get very rough and you get very scared and sad but just hold on. It’s amazing where you are now.

I Love You, Don’t Give Up,

With Love,

Maxwell (That’s You!)

Only You

This is the second part of my ficlet Try With Me, but it can be read as a stand-alone. However, both parts are uploaded on fanfic here or ao3 here if you do want to read them both.

This also satisfies the prompt of Emily finding out about Alison’s scar, for the anon who asked. 

Under the cut as very, very much NSFW right from the start and all the way through but hey it happens.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I've been following you guys for so long and you're just the cutest family ever. I've been seeing all these lovely pictures of your kids floating by and it made me wonder, how is marriage with kids? I'm sure it's hard but how has it changed your relationship? I'm scared that having kids will somehow break us apart or something, or am I being crazy? I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I just have no one else (with actual experience) to ask

Kids do change a relationship a lot. That change is both in good ways and bad.

Let me say the bad things first and then tell you the good that we’ve experienced.

Everyone will tell you that keeping a baby alive is the hardest thing, and they’re right. For me that immense love also equals immense fear of losing it. Both you and your wife will be doing more and working harder than you ever have in your life. You’ll be exhausted and anxious constantly.
Megan and I never fought until Quinn came along. Even still, we didn’t fight about her. We had to learn to communicate. We learned that it’s important to show appreciation for the things each other does. It’s important to know you’re both working harder than you ever have. It’s also important not to get lost in the baby’s needs but to take time for each other and to show affection.

Starting a family has been a huge benefit to our family too. You really learn to rely on each other. You really need each other. It bonds you in a new way. I’ve gotten to know my wife in a new way too. She has amazing qualities that I wouldn’t have noticed without seeing her be a mom; she’s organized, a decent cook, never snaps at our kids (even when I’m about to), and is driven to help them learn and succeed.

She adores them in a way I’ve never seen her look at anyone before- especially our son. She beams every times she plays with them.
Seeing her be a mother is feeling myself fall in love with her all over again.