#to anyone on here still in high school.. we're gettin through this

[exponential-crabs]

anyone else here got seasonal summer depression?? everything's going to shit and i know it's just 'cause it's the end of the school year + regular MH issues + social issues + the World + Summer Depression TM but eughhgh sitting here at midnight tryna finish history and now im listening to halsey and bawling my eyes out. 'cause that's how it goes. anyways yeah tired adrian posting bc i kinda just remembered i can actually say things on here and not just reblog silly stuff.

[lick-me-lennon22]

George caring for a sick Dhani 💜

(thank you to @pmak2002 for this request!! it was supposed to be just a blurb but I did a little research beforehand and it ended up pretty much becoming a whole fic 😅 oops... either way, I hope you enjoy this one! 💕)

When Dhani wakes up for school on Monday morning, he immediately knows something his wrong. His throat is sore, his nose is runny, and his muscles ache like nothing he's felt before. He painstakingly drags himself out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and heads straight to his parents' bedroom where he finds his mum Olivia still in bed. Dhani notices that the bathroom door is cracked open and cautiously steps inside to find his father, George, brushing his teeth. "Dad..?" he says quietly, voice hoarse. George startles, turning around to see Dhani in his unfortunate state and spits his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, letting the water wash it down the drain before turning the tap off. "What is it, my boy? You sound bloody awful..," he gently presses the back of his hand to Dhani's forehead to assess his temperature. "You seem to be running quite the fever, son- let's get you to the doctor, all right? Just let me finish up in here and I'll be right out to take ye" George says. Dhani nods weakly, coughing into his elbow, and shuffles out of the room. George jumps into action- he swishes and spits some mouthwash, changes out of his sleepwear into a button-up and jeans, and sprints to the car, his son following close behind him and hopping into the passenger's seat.

 

"This is ridiculous.." George mutters under his breath as he walks his son out of the clinic and gets into the driver's seat of his car. They had been able to see the doctor almost instantly upon arriving; he had taken some swabs, run a few tests, and determined that Dhani had contracted the flu: "He probably picked it up from school," the doc had said. When George had requested a prescription of some kind to alleviate his son's symptoms, the doctor simply shook his head: "I'm afraid there isn't much we can do for him. The flu's been going around at many schools, I've seen a lot of children this past week with the same complaints. As it stands, all I can tell you is to give him some over-the-counter medicine, bring him some saltwater to gargle for that sore throat, and be sure he gets plenty of fluids and bedrest." George tried to argue, stating that there must be something he can do to cure Dhani of his illness sooner- but as the doc's hands were tied and George didn't want to subject his son to more stress, he took Dhani by the hand and led him out of the office, through the lobby, and back to the car. "Alright, my boy," George sighs- "seeing that the doctor was no help whatsoever, we're headed straight to the drugstore for anything that'll help you feel better. Sound good?"

"Yeah Dad, sounds good" Dhani croaks out and smiles weakly, glad just to spend some time with his father. Being a famous musician and all, George isnt able to spend as much time with his son as he'd like to, a lot of it consumed by work and media-related endeavors. Dhani admired his Dad more than anyone else in his life and though they rarely got the chance to hang out nowadays, they were practically best friends and had formed a close bond throughout his childhood. George was always a fun parent, bringing his son along to festivals and such ("Don't tell yer mum," he'd say with a grin), and sticking up for Dhani to authority figures and even other kids at his school- he was fiercely protective of his boy. However, he was also a gentle parent who allowed Dhani the chance to explore and express himself, and had fostered a mutual respect between the two of them since his son was but a toddler.

"I'm pulling you from school for the whole week" "But what if I'm- *cough*- all better before then?" "Just in case, Dhani- it's not like you really need them and their indoctrination, anyway.." George grumbles, never having been a fan of traditional schools or their teachings. Dhani however has always cared about his grades and paid close attention to the lessons he's been taught, in spite of what his father thinks. "...Okay, Dad" he says meekly, wanting to protest but unwilling to sacrifice more quality time with his famous father. George pulls into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore and marches in, intent on gathering all the supplies his sick boy could need: tissues, lozenges, cough syrup, pain medication, ice packs, and even more tissues- 'just in case.' He makes his way to the checkout, queuing up, paying for the items and hauling his bags back to the car. He drives Dhani home as quickly as possible, carrying him to bed and tucking him in before calling and cancelling any studio time, interviews, or collaborations he'd previously planned. There's only one committment he can't cancel- dinner with Paul tonight for the first time in ages. George sets his son up with all of the remedies he'd bought and tells his wife Olivia everything about the situation, including the "unhelpful and useless" doctor they had gone to see. She of course agrees to care for Dhani, sending her husband on his way to dinner with one of his long-time best friends.

 

The following day George rises just before noon, having stayed up late to pal around with Macca. He runs the few errands on his agenda, including grabbing his family some lunch, and pulls into his driveway back home where he spots the vehicle of none other than Richard Starkey parked outside. He makes his way to his son's room to discover that Uncle Ringo had come to visit the sick young lad (having found out from Paul that Dhani had come down with a bad case of the flu), joking and cheering him up to distract him from his poor state. The two close friends chat for some time in the living room before Ritchie departs, Olivia checking up on Dhani in the meantime. George thanks his wife and dismisses her from her nurse duties, taking on the responsibility himself. He tiptoes to his son's bedroom cautiously and enterd to see that he's been tucked in, the ice pack George had picked up from the store the previous day resting on his forehead, half-lidded eyes trained onto the telly. "Dhani..?" "Oh- *cough*- hey, Dad"

George approaches the bed and sits down carefully, holding a paper bag out to Dhani. "I brought you a burrito- your favorite," he grins down at his son, who takes the bag: "Really? *cough*- Thanks Dad, you're the best!" he says, hands emerging from the blankets to tear into the treat. George stays sat on the bed, determined to spend time with his sick boy and make sure he knows how loved he is. Glancing around the room at the piano and guitars he's bought and played with Dhani, then back to the young man, Ringo's words from earlier echo in his mind: "He's growing up into such a wonderful lad. He's just like you, ye know- good looks and all."

Olivia had always said they were very alike, but he'd usually dismissed the observation... until now. George couldn't help but realize that they were right- though he was but eleven years old Dhani was already becoming a very talented and creative musician, having learned much about music from his dad. He'd certainly taken after his Beatle father in that regard, and they were in fact very similar- not to mention their near identical looks. Sharing his Dad with the world had been difficult and a bit isolating for Dhani despite his many school mates. He admired and looked up to George from a very young age, always striving to be just like him. As Dhani grew up before George's eyes, he became more and more like his father by the day and George was immensely proud.

His train of thought was broken suddenly when Dhani finished the burrito, crumpling the paper bag and tossing it into the bin. He landed the throw, earning a hearty laugh and a high five from his father. He closed his eyes and laid back, George stroking his hair gently, the two of them cherishing this moment of father-son love. "Are you gettin' sleepy, Dhani?" he asked tenderly- his son nodded in response, already drowsy despite the brightness of the late afternoon sun. "Tell you what- I'll play you a lullaby, that way you can rest easier and know that I'm here beside you." "Dad," Dhani chuckled, "aren't I a little too old for that?" he lied, secretly longing for the affectionate gesture. George grabbed his son's acoustic guitar from its stand and begin to tune it: "You're never too old for yer old man's love and attention, eh? Now you just relax, close your eyes, and rest." Dhani didn't protest any further, heeding his father's instructions with a soft smile on his face. With that, George began to play- he chose "Here Comes The Sun," fingers strumming the strings gently and with care, dedicating the sweet words to his beloved son. By the time he was finished Dhani was fast asleep- grin faltering as he drifted off, but still visible on his lips. George placed the guitar back on the stand gently, taking care not to wake the sleeping lad. He smiled to himself, tears welling in his eyes as he turned to admire his son's peaceful face. "I love you, my boy," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Dhani's forehead before tip-toeing out of the room and shutting the door cautiously. Back pressed against the wooden door, George let his eyelids fall shut and sighed: "Sweet dreams, Dhani." ♡

[thatssonanii]

Freshmeat

Bloodline Family Series

When Koda started high school, he rushed his parents out the house. He couldn't wait to get there with his cousins. Haleigh had turned out to be the opposite of her brother. Kandice had to rush her around the house to get ready and eat breakfast. Even though Kandice wanted Roman to not be home or at least stay home, he took off work and was standing by the front door waiting.

The ride to the school was different.

Usually when they drive Haleigh to school, or anywhere for that matter, she was a chatterbox. But today she was silent. The only noise they heard from her was her nails tapping against her phone. Roman pulled up to the school following the line of cars.

"Alright, Princess. I'll be here to pick you up after school." Roman said easing through the line.

Kandice turned in her seat to see why their daughter hadn't responded and laughed. "I know you are not crying, little girl."

"Take me home," she cried.

Roman looked at her through the rearview mirrors. "What's wrong, Princess?"

"I don't wanna go. They gon look at me."

"You have to go," Kandice told her.

"Noooo! I don't wanna goooo!"

"Oh you taking your ass in that school, Hae."

"Mommy, no! Look at all them people! No!"

Roman chuckled driving the car closer to the front, "I'll take you back home if you want, Princess."

Kandice scoffed, "Like hell you will. Haleigh Marie, you're gettin your ass out this car. You and that lil Mickey mouse bookbag."

Haleigh looked out the window at all the other students still crying. "No! Oh God."

"Oh God what, Princess?"

"Ooooh... my stomach hurt," she sobbed.

"I told you not to eat that damn cereal."

"It's not the milk, Mommy," she yelled, "I'm nervous! Don't leave me here."

Roman and Kandice laughed at their youngest. For someone whose been on numerous wrestlemania ramps with her father and competed in cheer competitions in packed civic centers and stadiums, it was hilarious to see her get so nervous about school.

"Girl, call that big head boy, see where he is and get out."

"Mommy, nooo. You and Daddy gotta walk me to class."

"You're in high school, Hae. " Roman pulled out of the car line and circled to get back in it. "We don't walk you to class, that's why we came to orientation so you could find them yourself."

"They gone look at me and call me freshmeat and make me do their homework. I dont wanna go, Daddy."

"Marie, when your Daddy gets up here this time you're getting your ass out even if I have to pull you out. Understand?"

"Mommy," she whined still crying. "Take me home, I gotta use the bathroom! I can't go in there!"

Roman looked at his daughter then his wife. "Maybe we should take her back home, she seems really upset."

"Nope! She's going in that school. I'm gonna call Tasha and find Ardian so he can come get his friend."

"Hey, Tasha. Are you guys here? ... Okay, we're coming up in the line ... oh I see you, here we come cause this girl is having a damn meltdown."

"They up there," Kandice told Roman pointing, "Ardian insisted on waiting on your cry baby back there."

"I'm not a cry baby, I just don't wanna go," Haleigh pouted.

Roman pulled up alongside Rezar's SUV. Kandice and him hopped out greeting the Bekims.

"Where's Hae?" Rezar asked looking around them.

Kandice rolled her eyes and pointed to their SUV. "In the backseat having a meltdown. Talking about she not goin."

Tasha laughed, "Ardian told me she was nervous but I ain't think she was meltdown nervous."

Kandice went to Haleigh's door and snatched it open. Haleigh was still crying but not as loud.

"You and Mickey need to get out my car, me and your Daddy got stuff to do. Ardian is over there waiting for you and you're gonna make yall late."

Haleigh sniffled.

"Ardian's over there?"

"Yes and he's waiting for you. Now let's go."

Haleigh nodded putting her bookbag on her back and grabbed her purse and phone before getting out. Kandice closed the door behind her before wiping her face and kissing her forehead.

"Go have a good day with Ardian. Mommy loves you and will see you at 2:15pm."

Haleigh nodded walking around the SUV. She hugged and kissed Roman then hugged Tasha and Rezar. She stood in front of Ardian smiling.

"I won't let anyone bother you," Ardian said softly.

Haleigh stick out her pinky to him. "Promise?"

Ardian hooked his pinky with hers. They left their parents headed for the big high school. Haleigh was still nervous and still wanted to go home but having Ardian with her helped.

"And you was about to let her ass come back home. Let's go," Kandice fussed. "We'll drop Ardian off no need for y'all to come back out."

Tasha nodded. "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Y'alls house is on the way anyway."