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“Legends of Tomorrow's season finale enters its last week of production today.”

What on earth is happening in the finale if J.R.R TOLKIEN is going to be in it


If there was a boy and a girl… and they were in love with each other, really, properly in love, and they could prove it, then they would be given a few years together, before they began their donations.

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Milton’s 50′s diner and second service - chapter 9

RATING: mature
RELATIONSHIP: Lucifer/Sam Winchester
WORDS: 2330
: human!au, vintage vibes but modern setting, fluff fluff fluff
SUMMARY: The Winchesters are travelling along the road sixty six and stop for a meal. How typical of Dean to choose a 50’s diner for it. The town’s vintage vibes make them stay for a little longer. Sam gets a job at the diner for the summer.Love is in the air. People say they put some in the water too
A/N: a big thank you to my beautiful beta readers @spnyoucantkeepmedown @i-bleed-salt

TAG: @wearemykingdom @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @samwise-the-true-hero @glitchygrin @annechuu @tattooedluci @thanatosdementor @purrfectmochi  @samiferarchive @samifer-trash @savagearchangelforthewin @azraphele @samlicker83  @headcanonsofthesupernatural @godhatesmichael @wait-what5  @xantcear @hardcorefangirlgroupie @lvsifer @thecutegayone1 @consultingmooseintimeandspace @whatisitlikeinyourfunnylilbrains

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Daddy's little girl | PJM

Genre: Angstish, fluff (at end)

Word count: 818

(Anon: hiii can i request a jimin angst yet fluffy ending where you feel left out because jimin and your daughter are so close that it feels like you’re not needed? 💕💕 have a good day bub 🌻 )

—————————————–————— “Daddy! Look!” I heard my daughter’s little high pitch squeals coming from the other room. I turned my head towards the direction of the sound. Minha was on the couch, posing for Jimin, them both laughing.

I sighed and looked away. Minha is almost 4 now, and of those 4 years you could see a clear biased opinion she had on her parents. She would always cling onto Jimin, asks him for everything, spends all the time she has with him…and for me, I don’t even think she would count me as a mother…I’m just there I guess.

When minha was born, she would always motion towards Jimin. She asked Jimin for everything, she went to jimin when she was happy, when she was sad, when she was hurt… It’s like, she doesn’t even see me as a mother, more like her personal chef and cleaner.

“Going out?” Jimin asked as he turned around, minha was in his arms. I looked at them two, right now would be the time that, as a mother, I should smile…I should be happy that my husband and my daughter have having a good time together…but this happens all the time…

“Do you need anything?” I asked him as I started to slip my shoes on.

“No…do you need anything minha?” Jimin said, looking back down at our daughter.

“No daddy” she said as she giggled playing with Jimin’s hair.

“See you two later then” I say, quickly leaving the house before my smile was too hard to hold. Right before I could close the door fully, it yanked open, appearing Jimin in the doorway, Minha was right behind him.

“Where are you going exactly?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.

"I don’t know…the park probably..:I just need some fresh air” I replied, rubbing the back of my neck.

“We will come with you” Jimin said as he gestured for Minha to step out of the doorway, with him following behind.

“YAY LETS GO!” Minha said, starting to run down the pavement, making her way towards the park.

“You little monkey!” Jimin exclaimed, running after her.

“You two be care-” I tried to say, until I realized that they were already so far ahead of me. Do they even need me here anymore? Like…Jimin can perfectly take care of Minha himself, I’m basically just taking up space in the house. I sighed, walking towards the park, watching Jimin and Minha turn to enter the park, a block ahead from where I am.

A few minutes past. I finally made it to the entrance of the park. I tried my best to look for Jimin and Minha, but I had no luck. I started to walk, hoping that I will stumble upon them. Until I heard a familiar voice.

“MOMMY!” Minha’s high pitched voice rang over the other people’s voices that surrounded me. I looked back to find a small hill, On the top of it was a small tree, which held my husband under it, and the the hill was my daughter running towards me.

“Come join me and daddy until the giant tree! Daddy told me to find you, and I actually did!” She shouted at me, making me kneel down, awaiting for her to come close enough to me.

“Minha, do you love mommy?” I asked her as she stood infront of me. To my happiness, as she heard my words, she immediately nodded. I smiled.

“Would you like to give mommy a kiss?” I said, tapping my cheek, making Minha giggle. She forcibly hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

“I love you mommy! I love daddy too but he can get real boring at times” she said, making me laugh. I leaned away from her to study her. She had jimin’s eyes, my nose and lips, and she had both of our squishy cheeks. She was so cute, and I was happy to be her mother.

“Y/n! Minha! What are you doing down there?! I’m waiting!!” Jimin shouted from the top of the hill, waving to make sure he caught our attention.

“Lead the way Minha” I said as I stood up. Minha suddenly grabbed my hand, and started to pull me towards Jimin.

As we got to the top of the hill, we all sat below the tree.

“Minha, do you love daddy?” Jimin asked minha as she stuffed a popsicle that Jimin had bought into her mouth. Without hesitation, Minha quickly nodded at his question.

“How about mommy?” He asked, and again, she nodded without hesitation.

“I love mommy and daddy both” she said, devouring the popsicle. With her response, me and Jimin looked at each other and smiled at each other. Jimin patted minha’s hair as I wiped her face of the chocolate that came from the popsicle. I guess they do need me.

Originally posted by bangtan

The Forgotten Part 1

Genre: Werewolf au!, angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 1K

Notes: I based this off one of my non-fanfic stories, so basically I rearranged a LOT of things to make this make sense just a little bit. If you want to read the normal story, I’ll be happy to give you a link to wattpad or whatever.

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

I was one of the forgotten. Nobody saw my struggles. No one saw the chaos I saw through my young eyes. But then again, no one bothered to look within the depths of the shadows. That’s where I lived my conflicted life-darkness.

People thought of me as the devil’s spawn, yet they knew nothing of my world.  I was already deemed dumb and stupid. Basically, any word that was the opposite of intelligent meant me; even though, I was at the top of my class. Teachers didn’t bother to ask me to answer any questions (I was glad though), while students pushed me around to spy on others since I was the “wallflower”. Because of that, I met friends who soon became enemies. Rumors spread about me being a liar, a cheater, and a dunce.

“Why’d you tell Angelica I cheated on her? You little piece of-” My best friend bellowed.

“She hired me to do it! I didn’t want to!” I squeaked.

“Well then tell Angelica this while you’re snitching on people!”

I came out with two black eyes and a lost friend were my payments most days. I healed quickly but the pain of lonliness still lingered. Those were the days I sat in restroom crying for the help no one  seemed to acknowledge.

“Someone please help me!” I would cry.

Silence and even more silence echoed through the stalls, shrinking my shoulders into the rough floor. I called those the “Dreamless Days”, no dreams brightened my colorless nightmare. Life to me meant nothing more than the pit in my stomach. Life was death, and there was no escaping it. You’re probably wondering where my parents were through my turmoil. Dead- they were dead. I was an orphan, living and caring for myself until someone found out. I was completely and utterly alone in a dangerous world. My days went by three at a time, and my loneliness… years.

Life didn’t let up until ninth grade year.

It was the beginning of the freshman year, and everyone was buzzing with life about their summer vacation, except me who did nothing but pay bills and read.  Adults didn’t just have the hard life.

The teacher came in, and with a deep voice said, “Good morning class!” He was well-built and taller than any male in here.  The blonde hair on his forehead made him seem closer to my age than the other teachers.   The glasses set on his nose were of the intelligent kind and made their master seemed like minded.

There was mumbling of voices greeting him.

“All right, let’s introduce ourselves. I am Mr.Kim, your English teacher. What’s your name?” He said, pointing at me, sadly.

Quietly, I told him, “Y/N”

Mr. Kim raised his eyebrows, “I can’t hear you, sweetie.”

A touch louder, “ Y/N”

“Y/N who?”

I was miffed, “Y/N Y/L/N” He was getting on my nerves.

“Hmm, you just transferred here, Miss Y/N?”

“No, I’ve been here for Kindergarten through ninth,” I grumped, sucking on my teeth.

He  looked as if he wanted to ask me even more questions, but decided against it and went around the classroom, where dozens of students had puzzled looks upon their dull faces. I let out a sigh of relief.

Pretty much the rest of the day went and ended that way. Teachers actually asked me questions. My darkness was slowly crumbling, letting a little light into my world. But everything good does not stay forever, because as soon as I reached the hallway, the darkness crusted my half-empty heart.

“Hi!” Someone yelled behind me, causing me to jump.

I turned around to face a handsome guy who was in most of my classes.  His name was Kim Taehyung. Honestly, his very presence seemed to tear away at the darkness. Just a little bit. His chestnut brown hair went well with his caramel skin.  Dark eyes stared at me until I answered.  "Um…Hi!“ I stammered.

He  smiled at me, and looped arms as if we’ve been friends forever. “So what’s your name again?”

“Y/N,” I snapped, unlooping my arms. I took most of my classes with her, and she barely knows my name! “What do you want?”

“I’m sorry but I have  the worst memory ever!” he laughed. His  brown curls bounced as he laughed, distracting me a bit. Not only that, but his eyes lit up too.  He has a weird box smile that made him even more unique.

“It’s okay, I shouldn’t have snapped so easily,” I started to walk away so I could get home. I made it out the doors into the parking lot, only to be stopped again.

Taehyung wheezed out, “Let me…walk you home, please!”

No. “ Sure!”

He bounced on his heels, and looped arms again. My heart beat two pumps faster.

“Let’s go!”

It’s easy to forget your parents are dead. I go into the house everyday, calling out for them, only to find air. I forgot it that day when Taehyung and I were stopped by Mr. Kim.

“Miss Y/N and Mr. Kim, may I offer you two a ride?” He asked us.

“Sure… ” I replied. I could trust him, since he was my teacher to take me home right? We hopped into the car, and I told him my address. He tried to make simple conversation which I easily ignored, but Taehyung, on the other hand, talked nonstop about who knows what.

“…And then she told me he liked me, but was still going out with another guy, who happened to be my friend, so I shut him down and told my friend about it then he broke up with him…”

I rolled my eyes, and nodded along with the music Mr. Kim  was playing. He, too, had gotten tired of Taehyung’s blubbering. I just met him and I wanted to punch him in the face.

“…And three weeks later, he dated her again. Talk about forgive and forget…” He wailed in my ear, causing me to wince in pain.

After ten minutes of Taehyung’s constant wailing in my ear, we finally pulled into the driveway of my home.

“Are your parents here yet?” Mr. Kim asked me, looking through the rearview mirror.

‘Uh…no…they work late,“ Good enough excuse for dead parents.

“Well then let me walk you in to make sure everything is alright,” He told, and then got out of the car.

“Yay! Let’s go!”  Taehyung screamed happily.

I groaned. They couldn’t find out I lived alone.  I placed my key into the slot with shaky hands and unlocked the door. The house was darker except for the light of the sun when we opened the door.  I had cleaned the house yesterday, so there was nothing dirty except for a few dishes from breakfast.  

“Nice house! How do your parents keep it so clean? My house is always a dirty mess even after we clean it up. Mostly due to the fact that after I clean up I end up having to look for something I can’t find and mess my room over again. A constant cycle!” Taehyung rushed, not pausing for any breaths or punctuation.

I heard Mr.Kim mumble under his breath.

“So do you want anything to drink?” I asked, not that they were about to get anything anyway. They were , however, about to get out of here.

“Water will be fine,” Taehyung told me.

Mr. Kim ignored my question and asked me, “ When will your parents be arriving?”

“It varies from day to day sometimes they come home at nine or twelve o'clock!”  I immediately cried.

“Well then I will stay with you until they turn up,” He said, and then took off his suit jacket and shoes.

Taehyung cried, “I’m staying too! Let me call home”

“That won’t be necessary Taehyung! As a matter of fact, Mr. Kim, why don’t you take Taehyung home?” I panicked.

“He  can stay as long as he wants, ” He said. He kicked his legs up onto the table as if he was at home.

“Yay! Let me go!” He skipped off, but paused. “Where’s your phone?”
I told him, and I pulled out my books to do my homework. I only hoped they would leave.

“Do you live alone Y/N?” Mr.Kim  interrogated.

“Uh…n-n-no!” The pencil screeched to a halt at the sudden question

He looked at me questioningly, and shook his head. “Why are you lying?”


“So you are living alone!” He interrupted.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I confessed.

“I’ve been living alone for the past 4 years in the darkness. My parents died in a car accident….” I told him the whole story, crying with each word. I had been keeping this in for too long; I was surprised at all of the tears had I left.

Meanwhile, Taehyung had came in for the second half, and, amazingly, had kept quiet.  Mr. Kim changed facial expressions from time to time. When I was done, I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulder.

“Why did you keep that a secret?” Taehyung whispered.

“I don’t know! My pride or dignity!”

“Don’t worry. I’m actually surprised you have kept this up for this long,” Mr.Kim said wide- eyed.


Taehyung and Mr. Kim nodded.

“Namjoon, can we keep her?” Taehyung asked Mr. Kim.

I looked back and forth between them. Keep me? “Wha-”

“A new pack member?” Pack member?

“What are you saying?”

“Y/N-pack you things.”

Milton’s 50′s diner and second service - chapter 7

RATING: mature
RELATIONSHIP: Lucifer/Sam Winchester
WORDS: 1749
: human!au, vintage vibes but modern setting, fluff fluff fluff
SUMMARY: The Winchesters are travelling along the road sixty six and stop for a meal. How typical of Dean to choose a 50’s diner for it. The town’s vintage vibes make them stay for a little longer. Sam gets a job at the diner for the summer.Love is in the air. People say they put some in the water too
A/N: a big thank you to my beautiful beta readers @spnyoucantkeepmedown @i-bleed-salt

TAG: @wearemykingdom @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @samwise-the-true-hero @glitchygrin @annechuu @tattooedluci @thanatosdementor @purrfectmochi  @samiferarchive @samifer-trash @savagearchangelforthewin @azraphele @samlicker83  @headcanonsofthesupernatural @godhatesmichael @wait-what5  @xantcear @hardcorefangirlgroupie @lvsifer @thecutegayone1 @consultingmooseintimeandspace @whatisitlikeinyourfunnylilbrains

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like i really don’t think there is a single group/fandom that can relate to 2ne1/blackjacks’ situation. it’s honest to god fucked up and i wouldn’t wish it on any other fandom

evakerlitvet  asked:

Helloooo! Hope ur having a lovely day ^-^ So I read the "kollektivet headcanons" today which was amazing and made me smile hard, and then this question popped in my head, what do you think evak's mornings are like in kollektivet?♡

Hey Lovely 💜 I’m so sorry for taking forever to reply. I’m so glad my silly headcanons made you smile! That makes me sooo happy 💚 ⭐️

Okay omg I love evak mornings. 

I can imagine them being super dorky and if one of them wakes up before the other (I mean a lot of the times they will just let the other sleep) buuuut  also a lot of times they will get super impatient and just can’t resist temptation. So Isak will just begin kissing Even’s eye lids and nose and cheeks and just every inch of him until he “accidentally” kicks him awake and then he will be all “omg you’re awake oh yay lets go eat breakfast.” 

and then Isak and Even will be eating breakfast all loved up and cute when Hurricane Kollektivet walks in and just like murders the cute honeymoon vibe our boys have got going on. Eskild will just pour himself some coffee and sit down with the boys and be all “Soooo how did you sleep? How was it? Are you guys happy? you healthy? you’re staying hydrated? eating enough? how’s the sex?” 

Until finally Isak is just like “Essssskild! Even has been sleeping over at least three times a week for over two months. You need to stop with the morning interrogations.” 

and Eskild is all “Oh geez. I should have warned you Even, this one is NOT a morning person, I swear this one time he got up and I caught him pouring cereal into a shoe.” 


But omg Even loves Eskild’s Isak stories. He lives for them. And they always start the morning just right for him. he is laughing his head off while Isak is rolling his eyes and puffing out his chest. Cute little cranky baby. 

then Noora will get up and go to pour herself some cereal and “Who used all the milk and just put it back into the fridge? You know it is possible to get more right?” 

“Oh Noora, don’t have a cow.” Eskild replies, smiling brightly when Even laughs. Isak rolls his eyes again because Eskild is totally trying to show off to his boyfriend. 

and then Linn will get up and grunt “you woke me up” while grabbing some juice and then going back to bed. 

and then Eskild will be like “See isak, why can’t you be more cheerful in the morning like Linn?” and Isak will just glare and stand up and be like 

“Lets go Even” 

“Byeeee boys.” 

haha okay so this just turned into Eskild being a total insufferable big bro to Isak who just embarrasses him to his boyfriend. But I am so in love with their dynamic I couldn’t help it. I hope you like this and have a wonderful day my love 💜


I knew I loved you then, but you’d never know.

Just say you won’t let go.


Atton rails against the Jedi


Hope (Part 3)

Originally posted by myachaelclifford

Ever since my first breakdown we’ve been Living in the hospital. and that fucking sucks. 

But what sucks, even more, is that it’s already been approximately a month since I last saw my lovely home and I miss it a lot. it’s already the second cycle and I am not doing great! same old same old, just another 3 weeks of fainting randomly, being extremely sick, throwing up everything and everywhere and last but not least having people to take care of me every time, which is not fun at all.  

and Even though I miss my apartment more than ever, and it’s been approximately two weeks since i last saw the sun (Wish is pretty depressing) today is a happy day, after so many time of not seeing such a familiar face, Liz (Luke’s mother) is coming to visit for a couple of weeks and i couldn’t be more excited about it, Luke on the other side was pretty stressed and it was a bit hard to hold on to. 

“What are you saying?” i ask removing the phone from my ear after Luke groaned something that i could barely understand. 

“The flight is fucking delayed” he says louder and roll his eyes, sitting at the edge of the hospital bed “Why? why does it have to happen today?’  

“Calm down” i chuckle, pulling the phone over my ear again.

for the 20th time of the day i’ve trying to call my nana, better known as the woman who took care of me since i was a little baby on that foster home in Sydney, she is basically like my mother and i couldn’t miss her any more than i am now, ever since i got sick i’ve trying to communicate with her as much as possible but sometime she was too busy or it was too late to call, and now that it was the perfect timing, something was messing up with the lines. 

“Nana is not picking up the phone” i pout looking at my frustrated boyfriend.

“Babe, is like 10 pm in Sydney she must be sleeping by now” he groans rubbing on his face “My fucking mom is going on that plane at like 4 am, and gets here at like 10pm the next day i really don’t know how i am going to pick her up at the airport” he continues with his problem.

“let her take a taxi” i shrug putting the phone aside and trying to call again. 

“no” he says almost immediately “if i could just escape for 40 minutes of studio hours i would do it, but  those motherfuckers always-” 

“Luke” i stop him stretching my leg a little and giving a little push, honestly calm down a bit, geez” 

he groans and leans on his place, landing his head on my lap so now my fingers were snaking around his scalp. “My mind is rushing” he mumbles, I can almost feel his tension going away just a little bit when my hand brushes his hair. “i need a drink and i need to quit my job and i need to get my mom at the airport” 

“You stress too much” i say softly “and you are overreacting, you don’t need to quit your job, dummy, you are just stressed because now studio hours are kinda late” 

“Yeah” he says like it’s pretty obvious “it is so annoying having to go work and then! i’ll have to go to the airport in the freaking night!” he says sounding a bit mad “do you know how much i hate leaving you here alone for so many hours?” 

“i am literally on the safest place i can be” i chuckle softly, taking my phone up to my ear, dialing Nana once again. 

“Last time i left to alone for over 5 or 6 hours, you had a breakdown” he says trying to prove his point. 

“It wasn’t your fault! it is the stupid cancer fault, plus, when that happened in the middle of a chemo session, i am better now, really”  

he looks up at me, not really believing what i am saying as usual and then looking back down “Sure” he says and sits on the bed again. “maybe i should pay a driver to pick my mom off” 

i nod and keep caressing my boyfriend’s hair while he struggled with the complications of his life. a dash of pain rush over my forehead, and i groan, taking my hands off my boyfriend’s head and reaching for the emergency button. 

“Can i have something for the pain?” i say when the nurse at the other side of the line picked up. 

“Sure hun” she says “What hurts?” the old lady asks. 

“Just a headache” i say and release the button from my hold, to then turn to my overly concerned boyfriend, that as usual, he turned over protective with this things. 

“Are you in pain?” he asks reaching for my hand and lacing our fingers together. 

“Just a bit, i’ll be fine” i smile softly and squeeze his hand “is just that thing” i point to the bag of the treatment that i get every day  “it always gets me like this”

“Are you sure?”  he asks softly

“Yes” i whisper and lean to kiss his forehead “I’m kinda hungry” 

that comment makes him smile, listening to me saying i was hungry was like music to his ears. Since Chemo started i haven’t been eating much, all of those random waves of nausea and weakness wore me off, I didn’t felt like eating, so i just left it even though Luke would insist for the longest time to make me eat something, i lost weight, but slowly I’ve been getting it back, which was somehow good. 

“Is Michael coming?” i ask happily, again running my fingers on his hair. 

“Em.. not really, i think he said something about not feeling too well, he’s coming to practice, but anyways ..” he says skipping the unnecessary information and going to the point “Calum is picking me up though, why?” 

“i want Mcdonald’s” i innocently smile “or better, In and out, can you please tell him-” 

“No” he scoffs at me and roll his eyes “it’s not any healthy to eat in and out”

“Pleaseeeee” i while, softly pulling his blonde hair as an instance “Just once, i hate hospital food” i sigh “look at the good side, think about all of the calories and how much weight i could gain from that” i smile 

“like, what, half a pound?” he laughs “No” 

i pout and take his face on my hands, squishing his cheeks and massaging his face on my hands “i won’t stop doing this until you say yes” i say, i know how much he hates it, i know him so well, and i know that if i keep doing it he’s going to be mad, but it’s the best way i could fine for him to say yes “Please bubba” 

he groans and grabs both of my hands pushing them to my sides “Okay fine” he says hardly acceding “i’ll call him” he says pulling his phone out “But just because you are finally willing to eat something” 

“Yay!” i celebrate letting him go from my hold and throwing my body back and laying on the bed “i’m excited now” 

he chuckles “of course you are” he mumbles squishing one of my thighs with his free hand while putting the phone over his ear “you deserve it though, you had a lot of tests today, i didn’t ask, how do you feel?” 

i shrug “i am alright,” i say with a small smile “it was nothing more than a blood test and a scan, just a check” i say like it’s nothing “i’ll be fine” 

he smiles sitting up on the bed and leaning down to kiss my cheek “hopefully” he mumbles “What do you want for dinner then?” he asks me, taking his phone off his ear. “Calum is not picking up, i’ll just text him” 

i smile and mumble what i want, it was nothing different from what i’ve order a hundred times before when we used to go to in n out on the weekends as a little tradition of us. He was typing quickly while moving on the bed closer to me and laying completely by my side. he looked tired, he felt tired, i knew he was more than tired of all the drama and stress in his life. he needs a break. 

“Have i mentioned to you how much i love you” i mumble close to his ear and kiss his cheek. “Because i love you so fucking much”

he turns around and gives me a weird look before smiling and pecking my lips softly “that was random” he chuckles and pecks my lips again “but i guess that i love you too” 

i gasp at his response and push him lightly, almost acting like i was offended “you guess?” i say and he laughs. “say it properly, you sucker, i’m expressing my feelings here” 

he laughs and sneaks his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him and kissing my forehead “C’mon babe” he chuckles looking down at me “you know i love you” 

i smile and look up at his piercing blue eyes “How much?” 

he shooks his head, and shrugs “I can’t even count how much, i just love you to the fucking moon and back” 


It’s been approximately 6 months since i last saw my mother face to face when me and (Y/n) went on a little holiday to Australia, and it was such a relief to finally see her. i still remember the last time i had a proper conversation with her face to face and through a screen. it was the day i told her (Y/n) had cancer. i cried. she cried.bits and pieces from that day still fly through my mind, i know how much she likes (Y/n), and it’s heartbreaking that after so many time she gets to see her in this state, i am not looking forward to this moment to come, at all.

However, here i am, 6 pm, just escaped from Studio hours even though I technically can’t do that and all ready to see mom come out of those doors, and then get back to work so i can finish this as soon as possible.

When i see her short body coming through the door, carrying her luggage with that tired look I’ve seen many times in the past, i smile, i can’t believe my mother is actually here, i missed her like crazy. 

“Oh my goodness!” she exclaims when she sees me through the crowded hallway of the airport. “My baby!” she laughs and I pull her into a warm welcoming hug. “i missed you so much” 

“i missed you too mom” i say closing my eyes feeling her embrace “So so so much” 

she separates from my hug and puts both of her hands on my cheeks, making me stare directly at her. “How are you?” she asks me with a sweet voice “You look tired love” she comments and caresses my cheek. 

i smile “I’m doing okay” i whisper and shrug. 

doesn’t look sure of it  “Are you sure honey?” she says softly. 

she looks at me with those eyes, when she knows something is wrong with me but wants me to say it out loud but like most of the times, i am way too stubborn to admit it 

“I am not sure mom” and with that, she does not ask more questions, gives me one last hug and a kiss on the cheek, and we are ready to head out of the airport. 

on the way out mom makes more than clear to me that she would rather go to the hospital to see (Y/n) before stopping at the apartment to leave her stuff and have a bit of a rest after such a long trip. For my luck, the hospital is not very far from LAX and we get there very soon, after no more than 15 minutes I park in my usual spot in the hospital parking lot and get ready to get in. 

“So, she’s been a bit better” I explain while taking out the sunglasses from my face “She is not currently in chemo so that’s good, the doctors made a couple of tests after the cycle to make sure everything was in place and she is responding well to the treatment” 

“Has she been too weak?” she asks already getting out of the car, almost eager to see her. 

“no, not this last days” i say “yesterday she was in a bit of pain, i guess it was just the medicine, but she ate pretty well, we brought her a burger and fries, she was more than happy to eat it, which is good” 

Already when walking through the hospital hallway on our way to (Y/n)’s room  some of the nurses wave their hands at me when they pass along my way and i give a little smile to them. we’ve been here for almost a month since’s her first breakdown and it was almost impossible for the entire nurse section to not know who was i, especially when (Y/n) was such a great social person who made sure to be friends with every single nurse and doctor that came to see her on the oncology section. at least it was good she was having social contact with other people that was just me or the boys. 

Again, we get to our destiny pretty quickly, and in the blink of an eye we are in front of her door, i open it and let my mother go first, almost inmidiatly obtaining a reaction rom her and my girlfriend. 

“Liz!” she yells and gives little jumps of excitement while sitting on the bed. 

she wasn’t wearing any of her usual set of beanies that are stored in her cabinet, so her bald head was completely exposed. she seemed more than happy to see my mother and i could notice that if it wasn’t for the IV stuck in her right arm she would have jumped from that bed and give my mother a very tight and welcoming hug that she has been expecting to give her from the past two weeks. 

my moms face is something that I can’t read, she is shocked of (Y/n)’s look, I know, she looks different, very different, is like she is now a totally different person. I spot my mom cleaning a little tear from her eye while hugging (Y/n), and I almost can feel all the emotion that is going on in the room. 

“I missed you” (Y/n) says with a smile “Oh my god, I am so happy you are here, I have so many things to tell you” 

my mother nods and gives her a kiss on the cheek “i am glad to see you” she mumbles, with a voice that is not her normal voice. “you look so… Different” 

she nods “I know” her sweet voice says, and then her look turns to me “hey, aren’t you supposed to be at work bubba?” she says to me 

“uh- yeah” i nod and walk up to the bed giving (Y/n) a kiss on the cheek “Mom really wanted to see you, would  you mind staying here for just a couple of hours? I’ll pick you up after I’m done with studio hours and you can rest” I tell my mother with a little apologetic smile. 

“it’s okay love, we have a lot to catch up” she smiles and sits beside my girlfriend. 

Walking away from the room, after excusing myself for leaving so soon, i make my way outside so i can head back to the studio to finally finish all of this, and finally, have my day finished. but when i almost reach the end of the aisle, i feel someone touch my shoulder, and i turn around, it’s Holly one of the nurses in charge of (Y/n), and also her personal favorite one. 

“The doctor wants to see you at his office” she simply says, and with just those simple words i tense. 

i wish i wasn’t called to his office, i really didn’t, i felt like i was a little kid in school and i did something wrong, with the difference that i was not at school and this is not my case who we are talking about. whoever, again, i really wished this was not happening and if i could make that moment disappeared i would do it in a heartbeat, and not only this moment, the entire cancer situation. 

those words are for sure going to stay in my mind for a long time, as long as i got there, the doctor did not waste any time updating me on what was happening. Number one, she is not longer responding to chemo and they are giving her one more cycle before testing her for radiation. number two, she caught a cold which in her state could be very delicate, and last and definetly not least, the doctor has no hope she will make it. and i really wished he didn’t said that because now i was one step closer to my fear of losing her. 

this can not be happening 

this CAN NOT be happening 


25 Days Of Shit Slytherins Say will be a thing starting tomorrow (DECEMBER 1) going till the 25th of December (aka Christmas Day)! I’ll be posting one Christmas related quote a day for all 25 days! They’ll be funny relatable holiday quotes for every Slytherin! Super excited!:D

Originally posted by peteneems

–Sorry if you do not celebrate Christmas, I’m not trying to exclude you or anything. Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable or anything. Christmas happens to be my favorite holiday and I just get super excited about it !–