I don't think anyone realises how much it hurts when you do things like that

anonymous asked:

yo i haven't seen pd2 in like YEARS but yuuri and victor in your little drabble had me weak and i don't even know what kinda factor they play in the movie or if there's anything else you can give us but i'd love to see more of them because. yes @ them being all over each other in front of everyone when people have shit to do, i.e. important ruling a kingdom stuff

well, the dynamic between the queen and joe in the movies (can’t say much about the books bc it’s been years since i read one of them lmao) is that they’ve got a will they won’t they tension going on and literally the entire damn country ships them (the friggin bishop or…. whatever religious leader officiating the wedding was like “finally” when they did get married in pd2 lolol) and yea that’s probably what i’d be going for. but with a couple tweaks since a lot of details have been shifted around in this au to make it work better with the yoi cast lol


Viktor’s never seen anyone as stoic as Mr Katsuki before in his life. He runs a tight ship, getting all the other security officers into line and smartly suited up. He obsessively goes over every possible breach or flaw at every venue, even drawing up blueprints and maps of the buildings Viktor sets foot in just so he knows the weaknesses of each wall, the locations of each ventilation shaft. He knows the precise details of Viktor’s schedule down to the minute, coordinating with Lilia, his chief advisor and assistant, until everything around the King seems to flow like clockwork, the well-oiled cogs of a machine designed to protect his every step.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks Mr Katsuki once, a couple months into his tenure as chief of security, and Mr Katsuki only smiles a tight, brittle smile that doesn’t reach his calculating yet sparkling eyes.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were hurt, Your Majesty,” he replies.

Viktor laughs at just how earnestly serious the man looks. “My life is in your hands already, Mr Katsuki. You might as well call me Viktor.”

There’s a little chink in Mr Katsuki’s armour at that when his cheeks flush visibly pink. “I don’t know if I could, Your Majesty,” he says, his voice quiet, soft, and Viktor immediately realises he’d do anything to see this sort of expression on the man’s face again.

Mr Katsuki is a reassuring shadow at his side, watchful yet protective. Viktor values his work and dedication. Admires his bravery and honour.

But he doesn’t fall in love, though, until one fateful afternoon when he’s leaving his motorcade and a gunman opens fire, and Mr Katsuki is on him in an instant, tackling him onto the asphalt and shielding him with his body. As his heartbeat rings loudly in his ears, Viktor looks up into the wide-eyed expression on his chief of security’s face, and realises that the man is genuinely terrified of losing him.

“Yuuri,” he breathes, reaching up for him. The light haloes Mr Katsuki, making him almost angelic. The noise and commotion fade away with each blink of Mr Katsuki’s long lashes, and then the world fades to white.

When Viktor wakes up, he is in a hospital bed, and Mr Katsuki – Yuuri – has fallen asleep with his fingers inches from Viktor’s own. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA + saeran reacting to a MC self harming like how they would find out and react (sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and you don't want to this) I'm currently almost a year clean!

Well done, anon! That’s a brilliant achievement ^^. I’m over 2 years clean now and currently feel really positive in myself. I really hope I wrote these alright because everyone self-harms for different reasons and feels differently about it. I tried to sort of generalise it and I’ll put a trigger warning here that there are mentions of self harm and blood (Not detailed, though) ~H x

RFA with an MC that self harms

Yoosung:

-He saw it by accident one day at school
-You were both in science, doing an experiment involving water
-The water had splashed on your sleeve and Yoosung had kindly offered to dry it off
-You didn’t expect him to pull your sleeve up, though
-He saw the scars on your arm and gasped in shock, quickly pulling the sleeve back down so that no-one else sees
-You looked down in shame
-Yoosung was never meant to see that
-“I’m… sorry,” you apologised.
-“You’re coming to mine after school, right? I really want to talk to you. Why are you sorry?” Yoosung responded.
-“I thought you’d be upset with me. Or disappointed,” you explained.
-Instead of answering, Yoosung pulls you into a big hug as you try not to cry
-At Yoosung’s after school he asks you when it started and why it started
-You’re reluctant to tell him but he eventually has you in tears, spilling out the full story of when you started with depression
-All throughout, Yoosung hugs you close to him, rocking you and stroking your hair
-“You’ve been through so much, MC,” Yoosung said after you’ve finished, “I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been. But please- it breaks my heart to think that the most wonderful, most beautiful person I know would harm herself because she thinks she isn’t good enough.”
-You nod. You understand how he feels and you wish it was as simple to stop
-But Yoosung went through a rough enough time after hearing that Rika was mentally ill
-So now that he knows what you’ve been suffering with, he’s not letting the same thing happen to his precious girlfriend. He wants to get you professional help.
-And if you think he’ll be too shy and won’t
-Think again
-Because this boy loves you

Zen:

-After a while of dating, he noticed that you always wore long sleeved tops
-One day, it was absolutely boiling outside but you wouldn’t take your jumper off
-Even though you feel like you’re going to be fried alive
-“Babe, just take your jumper off! You look like you’re boiling,” Zen tried to persuade you.
-Your sudden, “NO!” is all it takes for him to confirm the worry he’s had for a while
-“MC, please will you show me your arms,” he asked seriously as he reached across the table to you and held your wrists.
-You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head
-Not today. You can’t let him see. He’ll think you’re a failure
-“MC,” he said so sternly that you jump in shock
-As you jump, his hands accidentally slide up your arms and scrape a recent cut
-You yelp in surprise
-And he doesn’t allow you to pull your sleeve back down
-When you face him, you’re expecting some sort of emotion but you didn’t know what
-What you certainly didn’t expect was tears
-“How long?” he asked quietly, maintaining eye contact and making you want to shrivel up in yourself
-“A while. Since before I knew you,” you responded, making him know that he had nothing to do with the mental illness you’d be struggling with for ages.
-“Does anyone know?” Zen asked.
-You shook your head.
-“MC, I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you want to hurt me in the same way you hurt yourself,” he said sternly.
-“But I can’t- I don’t- I love you!” you argued, wondering how he could suggest such a thing.
-“The fact that I now know you did this gives me exactly that pain. Imagine how I feel to know that you would suffer through this alone, without telling anyone, hurting yourself in such a way,” Zen sighed, holding your hands tightly.
-You don’t know what to say. You’re not good enough. Surely he knows this
-“Please- we already lost Rika- we can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Zen cried, now fully letting tears stream down his face.
-“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m disappointing you.”
-“No!” Zen immediately interrupts, “I’m just worried about you because I want you to be well. Please let me take you to see someone. They can help you.”
-You didn’t want to see anyone- that’s why you hadn’t
-But if Zen was hurting, you’d at least give it a go
-“Ok,” you agreed as Zen pulled you into his chest.
-At least you had something to live for- your wonderful boyfriend
-Did anyone notice the quote I kind of took from Phil? It’s so beautiful

Jaehee:

-Mama Baehee sees and knows all
-She realised practically immediately
-Because she literally forced you to take your jacket off when you came to her house
-You were really worried how she’d react and if she’d realise you weren’t the support she needed and ditch you
-Instead, she ordered you to sit and talk
-“You can say what you like to try and get out of it, MC, but you aren’t leaving until I have the truth,” she insisted.
-So you cried and told Jaehee everything
-“What I think you need is someone there to promise you that they’ll always be with you and help you to believe in yourself,” Jaehee seemed to analyse.
-But then she shuffled closer to you and hugged you
-“MC, will you let me be that friend? Can I help you?” she asked, to your surprise.
-You were already crying too much so you just nodded
-So Jaehee smiled and started to cry too
-She looked so cute crying but you didn’t deserve her
-In fact, you wondered how many times you’d drawn a line of your own blood because you were ashamed of your sexuality
-But with Jaehee hugging you so tightly and promising to be there for you, you allowed yourself to imagine what a world with good things in for you could be like
-What if Jaehee did like you back?
-Oh if only you knew
-If only you knew how much it broke her heart to see that you’d caused yourself pain
-Jaehee wondered if it was her fault for not being a good enough friend
-It’s not, Baehee, you’re perfect and we love you

Jumin:

-It was whilst you were still ‘trapped’ in his penthouse that he found out
-He thought you were about to leave
-So he grabbed your arm to stop you escaping
-You know the Visual Novel I’m on about, right?
-And you accidentally let out a yelp of pain
-He let go go your arm and saw blood seeping through the fabric
-Forget whatever he was about to tell you- you were injured
-“MC, what happened? I didn’t- I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jumin panicked.
-“No- it’s not you. I’m fine,” you lied.
-He wasn’t about to let you pretend you weren’t hurt
-So he rolled your sleeves up
-And saw the lines on your arms
-And broke down
-“MC- I- Why- Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, practically in tears.
-You just hung your head, not answering
-“It’s not me, is it?” Jumin asked with his eyes wide, “Am I trapping you? Is that why? Please- I’ll let you go immediately.”
-At this point you’re pretty sure he’d leaked a few tears
-“No,” you said calmly, “It was way before I met you that I started.”
-“How could someone as kind and beautiful and perfect as you do something like that to your body?” he asked.
-“I’m not perfect or beautiful in any way. I’m messed up. Really messed up. I just wanted to try and help you,” you explained.
-“And you are doing. So now I need to help you,” Jumin said sternly.
-You looked up at him
-And started crying
-So he cried too
-Jumin decided to envelope you in a hug
-So you just cried into his chest, feeling safe
-Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay at his penthouse forever
-When Elizabeth was around, Jumin promised himself that he’d force you to see the best counsellor in the world

Seven:

-He found out just after you’d started living in his house
-He’d told you he had something to fix on his computer but you were having a really bad day
-So to you, that just seemed like an excuse to not spend time with you
-He loves you though, please never think that! People love you and sometimes they actually just have to do stuff
-For once, he didn’t put his headphones on
-So he heard crying and decided to come and check it out
-Only to find you with blood coating your arm in a pile of tears
-He panicked
-And just runs towards you and hugs you close to his chest, not caring if he’s getting blood all over him
-You cry into his shoulder for a while whilst he just rocks and shushes you
-He knows the feeling
-Whilst he never self harmed, he was very depressed for so long
-And he knew what it was like to feel like you shouldn’t even exist anymore
-But without you
-He couldn’t exist
-Deciding it was best to tell you this, he starts to
-“MC, I love you. I couldn’t live without you. You mean so much to me. You helped me with my depression and now I want to help you. Please, let me save you like you saved me,” he begged.
-He’s going to do absolutely anything he can to help you

Saeran:

-I feel like he’d know the signs
-Because I’m pretty sure he’d self harmed too
-So he just asks you
-“MC, do you self harm?”
-“What makes you think that?” you answered sceptically.
-“Because I did for a while. You were what made me stop. Please don’t lie to me and show me your arms,” Saeran ordered with clear concern in his eyes.
-You show him your arms- it’s pointless hiding it
-“You’re going to come and see my counsellor with me,” Saeran said immediately.
-“No, Saeran! I don’t want to see a counsellor,” you begged.
-He grabbed you by the shoulder and leant down to look you directly in the eyes
-“I don’t care if you want to go or not. I’m not going to allow the person that saved and healed me to suffer herself. I love you too much to lose you. My life is nothing without you,” he told you.
-You hug him really tight
-And just wonder how you’re both messes
-Saeran was not going to allow you to help him as much as you had without him helping you in return
-He loved you too much to lose you

V:

-You were constantly thinking that you were nothing compared to Rika
-Sure, she’d been crazy, but V had loved her
-Probably more than he loved you
-V found out you self harmed when he accidentally walked into the bathroom whilst you’d just finished showering
-You had a towel wrapped around you but your arms were exposed
-And bleeding
-“I’m sorry- wait, MC, your arms!” V started to apologise before seeing the lines and blood on your forearms.
-You hung your head
-He was going to tell you that you were nothing compared to Rika- that you were weak- that you were weird for harming yourself
-But he didn’t
-Instead, he runs towards you, gently takes your arm and kisses all your scars
-“I made a mistake last time- I didn’t help her. I’m not going to make that mistake again because I love you so much that I will force you to see a therapist,” V told you.
-“But I don’t want to-“ you started to protest
-“I know. Last time I made the mistake of thinking love would be enough. I’m not blind anymore and I can see that despite me loving you, you need proper help. I don’t want to lose you. You mean far more to me, MC,” V said.  
-I’m sorry for the blind joke, really I am
-It suddenly registered in your mind what he was saying
-V loved you
-He loved you more than he’d loved Rika
-And he wanted to help you
-Finally- someone did
-And you loved him

For You / Ieyasu x MC

Week 2

Tuesday

Whenever she asked him questions about himself, he always felt something cold move across him, as if he were iced from the inside, his organs and nerves being protected by a sheath of frost. In that moment, though, when the words slipped past her lips, he thought he might break, that if he said anything the ice would shatter and he would splinter and crack. So he waited until his voice sounded normal before he let the words fly:

“No,” he sneered, “I don’t need you anymore tonight. Or any other night. Know your place, kitchen wench.”

She took a long time to respond. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, milord,” she said, quietly, and though he didn’t look at her, staring hard at his book, he had felt her eyes on him the whole way, bearing down and heavy, until the moment she passed through his door and melted into the night.

The problem was that she was greedy for information: she wanted to know how he had been raised, and if he had any siblings, and who his friends were, true friends, and whether he preferred one flavour over another. And sometimes the air grew so hot not only with the questions she was asking, but the manner in which they were asked — honest, guileless and a little too foolish for a cook from Kyoto — that he felt strangled by their weight and frequency and inevitability.

She wanted to know so much; she wanted so many answers. And he understood it, he did— he wanted answers, too. He wanted to know everything about her as well, but while she had made her intention as clear as an arrow’s twang, he couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate, in part because of who he was, who he was meant to be, but also because he wasn’t sure whether it was worth the endeavour. If she was worth the effort.

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Because loving you, makes me feel alive. Because you are the one who saw me when I was invisible. Because you where the only one who talked to me that first day. You loved me from that first day. And I wasn’t able to see it. I know I didn’t love you back then but I ’ve always felt this deep connection and love for you. At first I was looking to you as a friend. And the truth is, that if I could choose anyone to be my best friend, I would choose you. Because you made me smile. You made me believe in myself again. You were trying to catch my attention. You were funny. And smart. And cute. And weird. And sensitive. I had never met anyone like you before. You were so different, you made me break my rules day by day. I was strict with myself and then, I was watching me change. I started to laugh. I started to feel. I cared so much about you and I didn’t know why. I wanted to help you to believe in yourself and don’t be afraid to show who you are. But instead, I guess, it was you who taught me all these things. You were the one who helped me be happier. And do things I could ever thought I would. I was a caterpillar in cocoon and you helped me turn into butterfly. I was born again. I saw beauty everywhere. Remember that day? When that cat scared you? I am happy she did because this cat is our secret connection. I love cats and I told you. And I know that that time in biology class, when you mentioned something about cats, it was for me. Because you can feel this connection, too. And now, everytime I look at my cats, or see other cats, they remind me of you. They will always remind me of you. I hope you can feel it, too. I think I love you more and more everyday. Although I don’t see you and we don’t talk and we have about eighty five days until we both meet again, I love you more. I can feel you soul beside mine. And it feels so good. Dreaming that I will hear your heartbeat one day, while you hug me tight. Like that day? Remember? When I was so afraid because you had a girlfriend and I was in love with someone else but I knew, deep inside, that you loved me. And I was afraid. Because you were hugging me so tight that I couldn’t move. And I didn’t want to, because you could think I didn’t want you to hug me. And I was afraid to hug you, too. But I wanted you. I really wanted you. Because even though I wasn’t in love with you, I always loved you and I wanted you as a friend. And I needed your hug more than anything. Because it was the first time someone hugged me. Someone who cared. Because I knew you did. I knew you loved me. And I know this isn’t right to tell or think or need this love when I couldn’t love you back, but I wanted someone to care. And you did. Although you ’ve always been too afraid and shy to admit it. And I am sorry if I hurt you. If I made you feel that I loved you too, back then. But it wasn’t until I almost die from depression and bad toughts and a love disappointment that I realised that you are the sun behind the clouds. That loves me, no matter what. That has this bright face and smile when he looks at me. And this sparkle in the eyes. And that I loved you, too. Very, very much. In a way that scared me at first. I was trying to pick up the broken pieces of my heart and out of nowhere, just like that, you appeared in my life. Again. You were the most unexpected person, the most unexpected time. And that’s why I was afraid. Because I wasn’t ready to understand this love. It was a weird feeling for me because it didn’t look like the others. I didn’t love you passionately, but deeply, truly, in a calm but also crazy way. And I was afraid. That’s why I did so many mistakes. Basically, we both did. But maybe it’s better this way. Because we weren’t ready for that and if we had something, we would destroyed it. We almost did. But I have faith. I know we ’re not over yet. Because I love you. Very, very much. And I will wait. I will wait until you are ready. Until we both are ready. Until the timing is right. Because, by the way I see it, my love for you grows day by day. As someone once said “Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.” That’s how I know it’s true love. Because it’s you, it’s always you. It’s gonna be a long summer. 85 days to see you again. But in 85 days I will love you more than I love you now. So I hope you are okay.
Bye for now,
The girl who looked at you as a friend, until she realised that she loved you
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moonstone-girl

To the one I love, 85 days left

Holby city got 99 problems but “shippers boycotting” ain’t one of them..... high tea/high shade ahead>

Okay so the news that Holby city has currently lost roughly 2 million viewers is hardly surprising. The lack of coherency in the story lines, attention to detail, characterisation, story line progression and follow up is a huge problem for the show right now. Across the board, for every single character EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER AND SHIP!! THE SHOW HAS PROBLEMS AND IT ISN’T BERENA FANS TUNING OFF PUTTING IT IN JEOPARDY M’KAY…

I don’t have twitter but I have just read the most ridiculous and wildly misinformed comments and I wanted to address them a little. For anyone who thinks that the loss in viewership is down to Berena fans suddenly switching off, then I’m sorry but I fail to see the logic in that. The influx of berena fans will in no way match the deficit..BECAUSE 2 MILLION SHIPPERS DIDN’T JUST DECIDE TO SWITCH OFF IN SALTY BITTERNESS,  it’s a general loss of interest because the show has lot the plot. Literally. Plot lines being picked up and dropped at will. No nuance or attention to detail, just a heavy handed mess of contrived “shock” moments that do not lend themselves to further character development. Things happen, then they’re dropped and all but forgotten. This is the shows biggest problem, and “loyal, long time” viewer or not surely that’s plain to see. Blaming “short stay” fans who are purely in it for any one ship/character in easy, and deluded. 

I’m a hardcore Jemma Redgrave fan (who knew??) and I’ve tuned in for fucking months of literally nothing but filler scenes. Remember when Bernie Wolfe was a fully-realised character with her own story lines? me neither. But I’ve stuck in there, losing my shit over two minutes of screen time and practically having a hernia over things like The Redgrave speaking french and straddling a bar stool. I watched Serena’s character descend into a shell of herself, through a conceited and extremely heavy handed story line. I watched Catherine Russell do masterful work with pitiful material. So don’t come at any of us for being the problem. Because I think we should get a fucking award for hanging in there at all..the minute our ship became canon it all fell to hell. We stuck with it and rejoiced over things like hand holds and hugs which is pretty fucking sad when you think about all the kissing and validation of affection we see the hetero ships share. So no, not for a minute will I listen to any fucking argument that points the finger at berena fans being a problem in the ratings drop. I’ve seen the argument “no one character or ship is bigger than the show” well yes that works both ways and you can’t suddenly attribute the failures of something on any one character/ship, when you attribute none of the successes to it either. 

Holby’s fuck ups/plot drops in a brief summary..

  • Fletch almost died. Then nothing until he almost died again and miraculously recovered.
  • Sacha was so depressed/ kleptomania. Nothing since? how the fuck is he?
  • Jasmine introduced only to have literally nothing to do with her sister. Such an opportunity to explore both characters and their relationship wasted. Until the end ofc when they killed Jasmine off after pummelling her with crap after crap for a year. Nice one. 
  • Zosia killed that ceo dude who was so loathsome I can’t even remember his name..how was she after that? 
  • Zosia had literally nothing to do with the engagement story line
  • WHY THE FUCK IS RAFF IN KELLER AND WHY IS HE STILL THERE?!
  • Cameron and Morven are they even a thing?
  • Why does Cameron hardly share a scene with his mum?
  • Does Bernie remember she’s madly in love with Serena?
  • DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THEY USED TO WORK WITH SERENA WENDY CAMPBELL?
  • Bernie being ignored through practically all of Serena’s grief storyline even though she’s her “partner”
  • OLLIE ON AUU/ WHERE IS HE? 
  • Essie and Raf, what’s happening? I mean what.is.happening.
  • Influx of new characters when they’re barely providing material for the ones they have. 
  • Serena’s daughter died off screen and the official twitter account had to literally tweet to confirm her death.
  • No crossover or carry over of characters. The wards could basically be kindgoms in westoros for how apart we’re expected to believe they are. Mo’s leaving do is like one of the only exceptions of them having cross-ward socialising. 

THEY RELY ON THE “BIG MOMENTS/SHOCK SHOCK VALUE” THEN DROP IT. But they need to create story lines that’ll run for long enough for the viewers to be invested and actually care.

The list in endless and I’ll hold my hands up and say there’s so much i don’t know/remember long-term wise, so I’m sure people could add to this list but let’s just accept THAT THE SHOW GOT PROBLEMS ACROSS THE FUCKING BOARD and to suggest it’s down to one group of fans/shippers isn’t only misinformed, it’s pretty fucking hurtful. 

HOLD THE PRODUCERS ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR FUCK UPS AND DON’T PLACE BLAME ON THE FANS BECAUSE WE ALL DESERVE BETTER. LONG TERM FANS/NEW FANS, ZOLLIE/BERENA/OTHER SHIPPERS. NO FINGERS SHOULD BE POINTED AT FANS BUT AT THE SHOW RUNNERS CAUSE IF YOU DON’T CREATE A SHOW WHICH PAYS SERVICE TO THE CORE CHARACTERS THEN YOU’RE FUCKED BECAUSE PEOPLE STOP CARING. 

* these are all my opinions and I’m not claiming to be the voice for anyone but honestly as a berena fan I just wanted to put my thoughts out there and comment on something I wildly disagree with. Now I’m off for a cornetto in the sun, I’ve earned the calories. Happy Saturday. *

Teen Wolf Imagine- The Worst Day Ever

Today was defiantly not your day. You woke up, strangely without your boyfriend lying next to you. You sat up to see the alarm clock, shit you were an hour late for school. There was a note on the bedside table, you read it and couldn’t help but scoff, ‘Your lazy ass wouldn’t wake up, if you’re late there’s a fake doctors note on the kitchen table, love Isaac x’ You jumped out of bed and brushed your teeth. It wasn’t long until you realised you left your bag of clean clothes along with your hairbrush at home. Just great, you pulled out one of Isaac’s flannel shirts that he doesn’t wear, rather than going with the alternative of a V-neck and cardigan. You quickly pulled on a pair of black leggings you left in his wardrobe and a pair of white converse. You barley had enough time to comb your hair with Isaac’s old one, your hair wasn’t too bad but it wasn’t particularly good. You grabbed your purse, not worrying about breakfast. Which was a stupid idea because you not only had to walk all the way to school on an empty stomach but you also forgot to get the note, earning you an hour detention on Friday. You had a strong feeling that the rest of the day wouldn’t have much else to offer.

You got there, with 45 minutes left of your second period. You strolled in coaches room, ignoring his sarcastic comment on how it was a miracle for you to be alive, you were too busy glaring at Scott and Stiles’ faces and how they were trying not to laugh from behind their hands. Conveniently, today was the only day you had lessons that all had at least one pack member in. This was clearly going to be the joke of the day between you all. “Y/L/N, you’re so profoundly late I have no idea why you bothered showing up. Now I have to explain everything all over again so I don’t have to listen to you ask questions for the next god knows how long” Coach lectured. “As much as I enjoy our little chats, I’ll take a rain check. I’m sure my dearest friends here can fill me in while you return to that water over there, which is clearly vodka” you gave a sarcastic smile, which he returned. As much as he pretended, he loved being out sassed by you every lesson. “You’ve got quite the get up there” Stiles laughed, referring to the oversized top and look of destain you had going on. “Clearly you’d know a good flannel when you see it” you replied, not meaning for him to take it as a compliment, which he did. “I’m sorry about leaving you asleep but me and Isaac as a joint supernatural force couldn't move you from that bed” Scott said, still containing a laugh. “My dearest cousin Scott, how I would love to kick your ass right now” you claimed. “How I am sure you would” he smiled, handing you the notes on the assignment. “Y/N, I can hear your sarcasm from here and its making my brain hurt” Coach whined from his desk. “That’ll be the hangover sir” you retort. But before he could say anything back he was distracted by Greenburg and his audacity to click his pen more than twice in a minute. The bell finally went off, you began to pack your things away but coach had an announcement first, “Hang on you bunch of delinquents, anyone who has their free period straight after break has to take a mandatory cooking class. I would tell you why but I wont because I stopped listening during staff debriefing this morning-” he began to ramble. “Great that’s me” you huffed. “Same” Stiles voiced. You definitely were not looking forward to that.

Break was the perfect time for you to kill your boyfriend and to discuss your weekend plans with Lydia and Allison. “Heyy guys” Stiles beamed as you met up with the other half of the pack. You sat opposite Isaac, he was clearly trying to avoid your death stare. “Y/N, what the hell happened to you?” Lydia asked in pure shock. “You don’t even want to know” you said, shaking your head. “At least you look hot in my shirt” Isaac complimented, glancing timidly at you. “Don't” you said, through gritted teeth. “Technically it’s not his fault, you’re the one that didn’t wake up” Allison tried to help. “Well he’s the one that kept me up all night” you remarked. It took them a second, before Scott and Stiles pulled a disgusted face and the girls an approving one. “It was worth it” Isaac smirked, causing you to kick him under the table. “Dude that’s my cousin” Scott said, now also glaring at him. “Anyway, did you hear about the whole cooking thing” Lydia sighed. “Yeah, we have it next” Stiles said, gesturing between you and him. “Thank god, at least I wont be with random idiots incapable of cooking” Lydia said in relief.

“You two are a pair of idiots, incapable of cooking” Lydia said in clear frustration. “I think it’s going pretty well” Stiles said proudly. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it” you agreed. You took a step back to realise the utter mess you two made, who knew making dessert could be so hard without a recipe. “I’ll re-make this, just start melting the chocolate” Lydia said, trying to keep herself calm. You and Stiles both fumbled for the large chocolate bar, taking a piece each before she noticed. You reached over and picked up the first pan you saw in the cupboard, not knowing what the different ones were for. You both broke the pieces up and put them in the pan, you left Stiles to work out the right temperature on the stove. You turned around for second, until you heard Stiles erupt into laughter. “What?” you asked sharply. “ You’ve got two handprints on your bum” he said between laughs. Great you must of got flour on your leggings when you pulled them up earlier. “Is it coming off?” you asked, brushing it. Normally you’d be offended if a guy looked at your bum, but it was Stiles he was practically your brother. “Sure” he lied. “Shit Stiles, the pan’s overflowing!” you shouted, as you both stumbled over to it. This drew Lydia’s attention back over to you both, “You used an egg pan to melt chocolate?” she asked, also shouting. This group cooking project wasn’t going too well. You dipped your finger in the over spilled chocolate, it was a good idea to have a cheeky finger lick in all the commotion. That was until you realised it was scorching hot and you burned your finger. You ran over to the tap, putting your finger under it. “Y/N, you’ll heal in like 4 seconds, come here and help” Stiles demanded, while Lydia wiped the flour from her hands quickly with a tea towel. The scent of burning filled the room, along with the sound of you three shouting at each other. By now you had racked up an audience of bewildered students. “Stiles turn the heat off” you exclaimed, as Lydia wafted away the smoke before the fire alarm went off. Stiles, forgot which way to turn the dial. Resulting in him turning it up and a flame blazing up for a second. Eventually it all died down and the three of you slid down onto the floor. “Well on the bright side, no one got hurt” you said slowly. “Erm guys” Stiles squeaked. You and Lydia turned to look at him and instantly covered your mouths. “Notice anything different?” he asked, gesturing to the empty space above his left eye. The two of you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh, you were laughing so hard you had to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Half of my eyebrow has been singed off!!” Stiles raised his voice, causing you to laugh even more. “Do the three of you care to explain?” the teacher demanded, rather than asked. “Ermm…no…?” you winced.

The three of you were let out of the principals office just in time for lunch. You’d been let off pretty lightly considering the collateral damage you caused. The only difference was that you had a double detention on Friday instead. You joined your friends on your lunch table, this time Isaac had saved a seat next to him. You sat down and he kissed your cheek, making your blush slightly. “Why aren’t you three eating? And why are you holding your eyebrow?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to know” Lydia said this time, shaking her head. “How’s Boyd holding up, after, you know…” you asked, after noticing he wasn’t at school again. “He’s hurting, but don’t worry about it, he’ll be okay” Isaac said, squeezing your hand. “Derek’s coming tonight, isn’t he?” Allison asked. Scott simply nod his head to confirm, while taking a bite out of his sandwich. “ Seriously, why are you holding your eyebrow?” Isaac asked intrigued. “He burnt it off” Lydia said bluntly. “You have to show us” Allison said excitedly. Stiles grumbled before moving his hand slowly, causing you all this time to burst out laughing. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you look even more like a spaz” Isaac claimed. “Well, I think you look smoakin Stiles” Allison grinned. “I know, he’s too hot to handle” Scott added. Lydia was trying so hard to hide her smile, because she was still pretending to be mad. “Cut him some slack, there’s no need to, roast” you said, purposely cringey. “ You guys make me sick” he seethed. You all smiled sarcastically. Isaac fed you a grape and kissed you, before you all went to your final two periods.

When you made it to the last lesson of the day, you were physically and emotionally drained. Werewolf or not, you weren’t prepared for todays antics. You had English class, with Scott, Isaac, Allison and of course the twins. They were on wined up duty, even after the chaotic day you’d all already had. They’d took apart their bikes and were purposely teasing them, which included Isaac getting his own back, getting Aiden suspended. However, while you were all standing outside of the classroom you luckily bumped into your gym teacher who was just walking by. “Y/N, glad I caught you” she said casually, even though you were hiding behind Isaac and she never normally walks to the top floor. You huffed and trudged over to her with your friends childishly sniggering, you turned around to tell them to cut it out, all you got was a kiss blown at you by Isaac . “You skipped another one of my lessons, that is the third time so I’m going to issue you a detention” she said falsely. Three in a day, it couldn’t get any worse. “When is it?” you asked with an eye roll. “This Friday” she answered. “I already have two that day”  you groaned. “Well now you have three” she retort, clicking her pen and walking away with her clipboard of names in check. Yes, it could get worse.

“Stiles, Shut up!” you shouted. He had been annoying you all day. “Could you just ask her please” he plead. “No, and even if I did ask her, she would say no!” you were becoming impatient with him. He had been asking you all day about Lydia, he wanted you to ask if she wanted to go on a date with him, even though she was occupied by Aiden. “Ask her yourself!” you huffed. Luckily you lived opposite ways to him so you could avoid him on the walk home. You were about a block away from your house when you heard someone honking behind you. “You’re fucking kidding me“ you turned around to see Stiles in his jeep. Maybe if you ignored him he would go away, you turned around and began walking. He started to drive beside you. "Y/N!” he started shouting out of his car window. Just then Allison caught up with you. “Why is Stiles so desperate to talk to you?” she asked laughing. She looked at you before realising your eyes had turned gold. “Stiles, Stop, her eyes” she shouted while making sure no one was around. Stiles seemed to ignore her warning and proceeded to aggravate you. “Stiles an out of control werewolf is pretty terrifying, for you anyway” Allison exclaimed. “Right” Stiles said awkwardly, he stopped the car in the middle of the empty road and rushed out. “Just calm down” Allison said anxiously. “Take deep breaths” Stiles said, trying to help. You were breathing heavily and your eyes turned back to their original colour. There was a moment of silence and relief. “Soo… is asking Lydia a definite no or…” Stiles asked. You let out a low growl, as a final warning. He held his hands up to surrender. “Are we still on for the pack pizza party later?” he asked, mainly to break the tension. “Ill be there at seven, eat all of the pizza again before I get there Stiles and I’ll break your arm” you retort, continuing to walk home. “Love you too” he shouted to you. You shook your head smiling, flipping him off from over your shoulder. As much as you hated him, you loved that hyperactive goofball.

You decided to have the get together in Lydia’s house, rather than at Derek’s loft or at yours and Scott’s. You arrived later on because you had to finish your math homework for tomorrow anyway. When you got there, Stiles did actually leave you some pizza for once, your bad luck must of ended, or because you were going to kill him earlier. You sat next to Isaac and he put his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Do you want to go back to Scott’s after the film? The others are staying here tonight” he said. “I just need my bed” you answered. He nod and you all got settled for the film. Due to Derek being the guest of honour he got to choose the film, as usual he picked an old action movie that sent most of you to sleep within half an hour, including himself. You forced yourself to stay awake so you could get home in time to have a shower. But as soon as you got back you flopped onto your bed, you couldn’t be bothered to shower, there was always the morning. You did brush your teeth and get changed first though. Isaac was about to turn your bedroom light off when he glanced over to your desk. “Y/N” he said softly. “What?” you asked, waiting to cuddle him. “You’ve erm, you’ve done all the wrong math questions” he said, trying not to laugh. “I. Hate. My. Life.” you whined slowly. This was the worst day you’ve ever had.

I know this was quite long, but I hope you enjoyed if you made it to the end. Requests are open x

You know the Lads would be a fucking nightmare if they were kidnapped. Not the irritation of Geoff’s sarcastic drawl, the disquieting politeness of Jack’s unerring calm or the terrifying menace of Ryan’s entire existence, but a full blown regret all your choices, please god take them back nightmare.

Ray not so much; he shoots off a few snarky comments then closes his eyes and settles down, for all intents and purposes appearing to go to sleep despite the chains on his wrists and the cold concrete cell they’ve been locked in. Just sleeps and refuses to stir, limp and unaffected by anything from physical pain to the yells of his crew-mates. It’s an infuriatingly difficult reaction to combat and eventually their captors just give up and ignore him.

It’s impossible to ignore their other three captives though; they’re fucking loud, for one. Michael is throwing insults around left and right from the moment he opens his eyes, from the state of their lodging to the intelligence of their captors and everything in between; no threat works to shut him up and hurting any of the others only makes him exponentially louder. Michael calls out every ridiculous statement and every ineffective torture technique as though he’s merely watching a bad movie rather than living through one.

Jeremy is nearly as vocal as Michael though not nearly so straight forward about it; Jeremy drips sarcasm as he pushes every question back against his asker, inviting them to share where they stole their ideas from, who they thought they were kidding with this whole big bad act, if they’d chosen their last words yet. He and Gavin goad each other into increasingly absurd conversations whenever things are getting too tense, and Jeremy repeatedly acts like he’s broken and is ready to talk only to whisper another dumb pun into the interrogator’s ear; cackling wildly at his own jokes even as he spits blood.

Gavin flips back and forth between antagonising and commiserating, endearing himself to their enemies only to pick on their weaknesses and instigate in-fighting. He critiques their captors like they are on even footing, scathingly judgmental and haughtily unimpressed, identifying soft spots for Michael to tear into. For all his ability to deflect the anger of other people Gavin’s never been great at sitting back and watching his boys get hurt, so when things get a little too heated his comments tend to get more vicious and offensive. He twists deep into every insecurity, grinning wide enough to show all his teeth as he carefully pulls everyones attention back to himself. This honestly only pisses Michael and Jeremy off - Gavin you are a twig alright, just shut up and let the brawlers take the bruises - so soon enough all three are fighting each other as much as their captors, bellowing so loud and incomprehensible that the cell doors rattle and their interrogators are forced to take frequent breaks or risk going deaf.

Another strike against the Lads is their combined impatience; never content to just sit back and wait for the Gents to collect them, no matter how dire or trivial their situation may be. It’s not like the Gents won’t come, it’s not like their arrival wouldn’t be one hell of a show, a firestorm of possessive rage and righteous fury. It’s just that the Lads have never been passive, have always been threat. It’s just that they’re smarter than anyone gives them credit for, and nastier than most could ever imagine. It’s just that the Lads never could let anything slide, lean full force into everything they do and what they do is devastate, what they do is destroy.

The end begins, as most ends do, with a regrettable mistake. With a guard cocky enough to come in on his own, to taunt and jeer and rile them up. A guard green enough to let them see the keys he drops into his pocket, to think himself safe in their shackled presence. He’s clearly not well versed in the art of breathing menace, his efforts are rudimentary and uninspired at best, an embarrassment to the craft, and the Lads play him like a fiddle. He’s frustrated when Gavin lays on the mocking flirtation too heavily, circling behind in a clumsy attempt at intimidation and failing to notice to moment his pocket grows lighter. He rises to the bait when Jeremy sneers out a cutting commentary on his skills, completely missing the flash of silver flicking from Gavin’s hands to Michael’s in the blink of an eye. He turns his back on the three of them to aim a petulant shove at Ray, whose eyes pop back open for the first time in hours, snapping into motion as quick and dangerous as a snake. Ray uses his chained hands to pull himself up and deliver a solid kick, propelling their guard right into Michael’s waiting arms.

It’s unsalvageable after that; not quite quick, by no means clean, but hopelessly unstoppable; something akin to watching a man being torn apart by wild dogs. The rest of the mysterious crew have no chance to intervene, left watching in shocked silence over the security feed, their horror unnervingly acknowledged as the Lads bare their teeth at the cameras, chilling mockeries of real grins, full of promise. It doesn’t get better, the restless energy in the cell only growing as the four efficiently free each other from their remaining binds, laughing and crooning out childish singsongs as they destroy the room; Ready or not here we come.

See, the worst thing about taking the Lads hostage, the very worst part, isn’t their volume or aggression, isn’t the indifference and blatant disrespect. It’s not the looming danger of retribution from the rest of their crew, not even the way they will eventually, inevitably, break themselves free from any restraints. No.

The worst thing is the fact that even when they get out the Lads will not leave. There is no stealth, no mad rush for freedom or careful plans to storm the exit; they won’t escape, at least not until there’s nothing left to escape from. When the Lads break loose they don’t look to regroup, aren’t interested in taking a moment to recover before coming back with support. They want their vengeance and they want it immediately; want compensation for every injury, want to fulfil every promised threat, make good on every nasty laugh and hungry smirk, watch the terrified realisation in the eyes of their prey. When the Lads break loose they want to play.

Knot because I love you, just because I care

A drabble for @nickillian cos she loves fake!married tropes

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*unbetad,sorry for the awful title 😂


“You know you have to actually lift the glass to your lips to drink the vodka.”

Emma lifted her gaze from the glass of icy spirit and smiled.

“Funnily enough I had heard that before, Jones.”

“And here I was thinking that I had stumbled upon something revelatory.”

He gestured to the seat beside her and she nodded, waiting until he ordered a drink.

It was Tuesday and The Rabbit Hole sports bar was just about as empty as she had ever seen it. She was glad of it - the last thing she needed now was to deal with a bunch of drunks even if she really wanted to get drunk herself.

His order came, alongside another vodka for her, and he paid with a crisp ten pound note before settling into the stool beside her.

“So, Swan, what brings you to Wimbledon’s only American sports bar tonight?”

He grinned, his smile bright despite how tired he looked.

“I could ask you the same,” she replied, nodding at what remained of his business attire - tie askew and shirt sleeves pushed up.

“I asked first,” he quipped, “But since you must know today I got a new job and I thought it appropriate to celebrate.”

“The one at Graham’s company?”

He nodded. “Yep, you are looking at the new deputy marketing manager for Mills Media.”

Emma smiled. She knew how much Killian had wanted a promotion and it just wasn’t happening in his current position. At least someone had good news that day.

“That’s great,” she sighed softly, staring longingly into her vodka, before quickly adding, “My visa renewal was declined today.”

“Declined?”

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The One With The Fight (Part 1) - Jack Avery Imagine

Requested: No

Summary: You and Jack fight over the status of your relationship.

Word count: 1244

A/N: So this imagine was turning out to be long af so I decided to split it into a couple parts. I’m not sure if I’m going to do two or three parts yet bc idk how long the second part will be so we’ll see. Anyway, the second part will be up pretty soon. Let me know if you prefer longer imagines with parts to them or if you like them to be short and sweet. Hope you enjoy! Xx

You mingled with fans as they came up to talk to you and take pictures. Each one seeming more lovelier than the next. It surprised you how quickly the Why Don’t We fandom had accepted you. Now boys’ fans had become yours, and you couldn’t even describe how immensely blessed you felt.

You were currently travelling around America on the Something Different tour with the boys as their opening act. After nearly two months on the road you were beginning to reach the last stages of the tour, with only a few shows left to perform. To say that it had been the best two months of your life would be an understatement. You didn’t want it to end.

“Hi, oh my god! I love you so much, Y/N!” A fan gushed as she leant in for the hug you offered.

“Hi! Thank you, that’s so sweet of you!” You will never get over the fact that people are a ‘fan’ of you. The idea seemed so foreign to you. “What’s your name, babe?”

“Maddy,” She beamed at you.

“That’s such a pretty name! It’s nice to meet you, Maddy. Did you enjoy the concert?” You asked, smiling at the innocence of the young girl before you. She was no older than fourteen and carried a sense of purity in her eyes.

“It was so good! You and the boys were amazing!”

“Thank you, that means so much to me,” You smiled. And it really did. Your heart leaped with joy whenever you received compliments about your performances. It wasn’t too long ago when you were too scared to even perform in front of anyone, let alone an entire crowd, so every compliment made a huge difference.

Maddy shyly moved closer to you, as if she was ready to tell you a juicy secret. “Can I ask you a question?” She asked, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Yeah, of course. What is it, babe?” You encouraged her, curious to know what’s making her so uncomfortable.

“Are you dating Jack? I just wanted to ask you because I wasn’t sure.”

You should’ve known that question was coming. It was the twelfth time a fan had asked you that night, and that doesn’t even begin to put into perspective how many times fans have asked you at shows on this tour or on social media. The question frustrated you. It wasn’t the amount of times it was asked or the fact that it always seemed to be the topic of conversation lately that made it frustrating. What made the question so unbearable to you was that you didn’t even know the answer yourself.

You and Jack had been sharing moments of intimacy and throwing flirtatious comments at each other for nearly the entire tour. Everyone around you knew that something was going on between the two of you but decided not to mention it, at least not around you anyway. Were you and Jack dating? No one knew for sure. How hard was it to figure it out though? You and Jack pretty much acted like a couple anyway so why was it so difficult for the two of you to put a label on it?

You’d thought about this countless times before but had always locked it away deep in your mind, afraid that if you’d mention it to Jack it would ruin whatever thing you two had going on. There were times when you thought that it really didn’t matter whether or not there was a label on whatever you guys had, but it was really starting to bother you, despite you mentally denying it.

“No, Jack and I are just friends,” You answered, trying not to show any of your internal conflict in your reply.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Maddy murmured under her breath, hoping it would go undetected by you. Despite Eben’s loud music blaring and the deafening chatter of excited fans, you heard her words as clearly as you felt the sting of your heart when the thought of Jack entered your mind.

Slightly shocked by what she said and now confused by your mixed feelings towards Jack, you said goodbye to Maddy and went backstage, away from the prying questions and the pressure. You didn’t want to think about Jack, but now that it had been brought up you couldn’t get him out of your head. You spent the rest of the after-party alone in the dressing room, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts. After what seemed like an eternity, the boys’ voices were finally heard as they made their way down the hall to the dressing room.

“The show was nuts, bro! I think this was by far the best show of the tour!” Corbyn’s enthusiastic voice seeped through the air, killing the silence that it held before. You laughed internally as they entered the dressing room, Corbyn said that after every show.

“It was, the show was so good,” Daniel agreed, stuffing his face with some watermelon you assumed he got from a fan. This wasn’t an unusual sight for you.

Jack came into the dressing room last, looking tired and worn out. You thought of giving him a hug but decided against it when you remembered what Maddy had asked you only an hour earlier. You tried not to make eye contact with him as he sat down next to you on the sofa, slinging his arm around you. The close proximity of him not going unnoticed.

“Hey,” Jack said lowly and nuzzled his nose into your neck, the sound of his raspy voice making you almost sick from the amount of butterflies it gave you.

You realised it then. You liked him. You really, really liked him. It made you feel so stupid for not admitting this to yourself before. All you wanted was the chance to call him yours. You needed it. Suddenly, it angered you. Why was he stringing you along? Why couldn’t he just make it official already? Everyone already suspects it anyway so its not like you were trying to hide it from anyone. You brush his arm off of your shoulder and moved away from him slightly, consumed by this new found temper.

“Hey,” You deadpanned, not even batting an eyelash at him. You went back to what you were doing before the boys entered and scrolled through Instagram on your phone, trying your hardest not to pay any attention to Jack.

“Are you okay, Y/N? What’s wrong?” Jack moved closer to you again and reached out to grab your hand. You pulled your hand away before he had the chance to lace his fingers with yours, knowing that if he were to do that you’d be as good as jelly.

“I’m fine,” You snapped, just wanting the conversation to end.

“What is up with you? Have I done something?” You didn’t have to look at Jack to know that he was hurt by the way you were brushing him off, the tone in his voice said it all.

“I just need time to myself, okay? Please, just leave me alone.” Your words come out with more emotion than you intended, sounding more like a beg than anything else.

Jack and the other boys stared at you with wide eyes and confusion as you walked out of the room with the overwhelming need to get away from everyone. You walked around the venue until you found an empty room. Privacy is what you needed right now to get your head straight. You sat down on the floor and tried to recollect your thoughts.

i don't wanna fight too hard, too long, too much anymore

a day during the malec breakup from magnus’s point of view

thanks to @softshumjr for helping me out with this


You have a new voicemail, click here to listen.

Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

Press 1 to delete. Press 2 to replay. Press 3 to call back.

He pressed 2.

Hey Magnus… um it’s me, Alec. I know you don’t want to hear from me but… well, I don’t really know why I’m even calling. I guess I just hoped… but it’s stupid. I just wanted to hear your voice again… I miss you Magnus… I’m sorry, I won’t call again.

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You Me Her

1 || 2 || 3 ||

Chapter Four: Drama Club

Word Count: 2674

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After Kai whisks Riley away from Lucas and Maya, he leads her out to the courtyard where they first met that morning. The boy sits himself on an empty table top and rests his feet on the bench seat attached. Riley quietly sits herself adjacent to him at the end of the seat. 

“Back to the scene of the crime..” Riley lets out a nervous giggle. 

“Again I stress, that was not me.” Kai crinkles his nose in disgust at himself. 

“And bursting through doors crying like a weirdo isn’t me either.” Riley tries to make light of it even though she was actually embarrassed. “May I ask why you were out here?” 

“Well considering I already know why you were upset I suppose it’s only fair I share my truth.” Kai sighs. 

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anonymous asked:

omg i did not even know you would write a thing if asked?? that is maybe the sweetest thing ever and i don't even really know what to ask for except something where ferre is being particularly gentle? he is my favorite. something really horrible happened to me recently and i'm trying so hard to keep moving but have mostly just been scared and hurt and lost? but i am trying to hold on very tightly to the stuff that cheers me up.

oh gosh of course i’d be happy to- i’m sorry you had to go through something that’s making you feel like that but i’m so glad you’re concentrating on your happiness during rough times and i hope things get better soon- moving forward is all you can do sometimes, and i wish you all the best

here’s a little courferre for you, and anyone else who might need it right now :) [inspired by You Can Sleep While I Drive by Melissa Etheridge, which happened to come on when i started writing and is a song very close to my heart]


Combeferre finds Courfeyrac where he left him, curled up in blankets on the sofa, not really watching tv, just sort of staring at it. Things have been… hard. On all of them. But Courfeyrac has been worse off than anyone, and Combeferre’s never felt more distant from him. Courfeyrac doesn’t ask for help when he’s hurting, Combeferre knows this. He’s spent so much of his life being the one others lean on that his impulse, when things get rough, is to isolate himself, so as not to burden others, and can’t be told that he isn’t a burden. He’s pulled away from everyone closest to him, and Combeferre doesn’t know how to fix things, but is resolved to try.

“I need to get out of here.” He says, mind made up, and Courfeyrac turns to look at him. “Some new surroundings might provide a different perspective.”

Courfeyrac nods, slowly, unblinking and blank. “It’ll be good for you.”

“For us.” Combeferre clarifies. “I think you could use a change of scenery.”

Courfeyrac frowns. “‘ferre, I’m not- I won’t be good company.”

Combeferre shrugs, pulling on his coat. “You don’t need to be. I just- we both need some air, some time away from this apartment. We don’t have to talk about- anything. We can just get away from things for a while.” 

“It’s the middle of the night.” Courfeyrac murmurs, but stands, slowly, and wraps his blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“You can sleep while I drive.” 

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Resistance (m)

Word count: 4,973

Warning: Hoseok smut

“Three, two, one… go!”

Your feet push into the soft ground, making your body move forward.

“Until the milestone, girls!” Someone already catches up to you, which you can’t make up for anymore by quickening your pace. You stay behind, with burning lungs, exhaustion cutting through your legs - it’s only been mere seconds and you’re already giving up physically.

The only thing that keeps you going is the fact that everyone else is still far behind you, huffing just as loudly as you - everyone except for one person. This loss gets you furious, despite him having to be in front.

He just wants to bring you down.

“Faster, number two!” Hoseok shouts, turning around at a steady pace, simply to give you an unsatisfied glare. Not even running backwards holds him back from creating a bigger distance between you two.

That nickname he just loves to bring up.

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Lacuna (A Voltron Fanfiction)

Prompt: Lacuna (a gap, a missing part)

Wordcount: 715

Character: Pidge Gunderson

Title: Lacuna

 This is a birthday present for the wonderful @featherstorm77 ! I hope you enjoy it lovely.

Lance is yelling, again. Pidge appreciates it, she really does, he keeps everyone’s spirits up with genuine laughter, and joy, that seems a precarious thing in this place. But sometimes, when the pain of missing someone gets to be too much, she can’t bear to be around someone who seems so impossibly happy.

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anonymous asked:

RFA +V and Unknown comforting a bi MC who came out to her friends but was shunned. This just happened to me and I am currently...... well I guess not in my right mind. These boys (and girl) have gotten me through a lot and I kinda hope they can help with this. Sorry if this isn't a good request or is too heavy a subject. Thanks if you do it, and I understand if you don't.

I’ve been avoiding writing for a month now but I just saw this and wanted to do it. I’m so sorry you’ve had this experience, that’s fucking awful. You don’t deserve to be treated like that. It’s not much but I hope this helps. ♥


Yoosung 

  • Yoosung would be mad. Like, super mad. He seems all sweet and cuddly, but when it comes to you? Nope, consider his Yandere Mode™ activated.
  • He just won’t understand how anyone could shun you for something that should be so easy to accept.
  • You’re his absolute world and the thought of anyone treating you badly simply for your sexual orientation will fry his damn brain.
  • Eventually after pacing the room ranting he will see how hurt you are by what happened, and he’ll calm himself down immediately.
  • He just wants to see you smiling again.
  • Yoosung will definitely tell you that it’s ok, you don’t need to have friends like that when you have him.
  • In fact he would probably love having you all to himself.
  • He’ll wipe away any tears and hold you tight until you feel a teeny bit at ease.
  • And if that doesn’t take your mind off things he’ll find a game that requires maximum concentration so you aren’t even able to think about it.
  • He adores you and will do anything to make you feel better.

Zen

  • There are two beasts within Zen.
  • The one we all know and love, and the one that comes out when someone upsets the person he loves.
  • He can probably hide it very well, instead focusing on making you feel better.
  • He accepts you no matter what so the thought of your own friends not accepting you confuses him so much.
  • Like, you’re incredible? Why would they be so weird about this? It doesn’t change who you are as an individual, just who you are likely to fall in love with?
  • He doesn’t understand in the slightest.
  • He adores that you are bi.
  • Not in a weird fetishy way, but in the way in which you are brave for being open about your sexuality in a world that is not always accepting.
  • He admires your courage for telling them, and he will tell you all about it whilst holding you in his arms.
  • He loves you and will stay with you until he sees you smiling again.

Jaehee

  • Jaehee is a logical person. She’s always thinking 20 steps ahead of other people.
  • So when you tell her that your friends didn’t like the fact that you were bi, she was dumbfounded.
  • She ??? didn’t ??? expect ??? this ???
  • She honestly didn’t even think it would be such a big deal, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Being bisexual isn’t weird or different, it’s a normal thing that a lot of people experience???
  • Despite her lack of understanding about why your friends were so shitty, she will push those thoughts aside and do what is best for you.
  • Making you feel better is her priority now.
  • Her phone is off, and so is yours.
  • Tonight she’s focusing all her energy on you and making sure you aren’t feeling so down about what happened.
  • Want to watch a movie that doesn’t star Zen? Done.
  • Want some nice comfort food to fill the empty space within you? Done.
  • Anything you want to do, she will do it.
  • She understands the struggle, she’s bi too, and it took some time for her to realise and come to terms with that.
  • So she will make sure you don’t feel bad about it at all, despite how your friends reacted.
  • You’re the light of her life, you showed her a whole new side of herself and she sure as hell will make sure she helps you in return.

Jumin

  • Jumin is very similar to Yoosung in the respect he wants to keep you all to himself.
  • He may have stopped joking about putting you in a cage but that doesn’t mean the thought doesn’t occasionally cross his mind.
  • So when you tell him about what happened with your friends, he will feel extremely smug.
  • But when he sees how shit you’re feeling because of it, that’ll change instantly.
  • He isn’t equipped to deal with this kind of situation, but the sight of you being so hurt by what happened will break his heart.
  • He’ll likely try comforting you with praise, but with his monotone voice it doesn’t do much to help.
  • His next method is Elizabeth 3rd. It’s a well known fact that petting cats has mega soothing affects on people, Jumin uses it to calm himself after stressful days at work so he’s aware of how helpful it can be.
  • So he’ll sit you down and put her on your lap, encouraging you to stroke her.
  • He will sit next to you, an arm around your shoulders, watching quietly as his two favourite things in the universe interact with each other.
  • He doesn’t know how to effectively comfort you, but he wants to, and you can see the effort he’s making.
  • He reminds you that you still have the entire RFA who think so highly of you and love you no matter what.
  • Every now and then you’ll see his fist clench as he thinks about what your friends did, but placing your hand on his relaxes him instantly.
  • It’s a quiet and peaceful night, and it surprisingly eases your mind.

Seven

  • If anyone is going to understand you, it’s Seven.
  • This boy is bi himself, so he’s probably experienced some struggles in his life, especially with his religion.
  • He will probably feel hurt on your behalf?? Anything that upsets you feels like a personal attack on him.
  • Like his heart will physically ache at the thought of how much this is hurting you.
  • His first reaction is to make jokes.
  • He’ll tell you not to worry, he can destroy their life in an instant if you so wish.
  • You laugh quietly along with his jokes but you both know he genuinely means it.
  • He will pull you in to snuggle on the sofa, rubbing his thumbs over you hands soothingly.
  • His joke level will be at max, and he will try anything to make you crack a smile.
  • But if that doesn’t work then he’ll just hold onto you.
  • He may always be messing around but he knows when it’s time to stop and be serious. 
  • He reminds you that even if your friends don’t accept you for who you are, he does, and he loves for who you are.
  • He wouldn’t change a thing about you.
  • You are everything he ever wanted and needed, and he’ll make damn sure you don’t feel shit because of people who don’t deserve you in their life.

V

  • He is an angel.
  • Like, a legit angel.
  • The second he sees you are upset he’s by your side trying his damn hardest to fix what is broken.
  • Once he realises that your own friends have shunned you for simply being bi, his heart sinks.
  • He knows there isn’t much he can do to fix that, if anything at all.
  • But he wants to help you feel better, so he’ll try his best.
  • The first thing he thinks of is a hot beverage. He will likely make you some tea, or if you prefer something else he’ll make that.
  • Once you’re settled together drinking something hot, he’ll quietly tell you in his soft voice all the reasons why your friends are ridiculous for treating you so badly.
  • He’ll leave his tea on the table and pull you into his arms, stroking your hair as he talks.
  • The tea, his soft voice, and his kind words all sooth you in a way you didn’t even think was possible. 
  • It doesn’t seem like he’s doing much but his small gestures make such a huge impact.
  • He never thought he would love anyone but Rika, so you are probably the most precious thing in his life.
  • He’ll do all he can to make you feel better about what happened, even if it takes all night.

Saeran

  • To say he is angry would be an understatement.
  • He is absolutely seething that anyone would treat you this way.
  • There’s almost definitely a small part of him that wants to see them suffer for doing this to you.
  • But he’s grown a lot, thanks to the help of the RFA and especially you he’s gotten a lot better at handling his anger.
  • Just like Jumin, he’s not really sure how to handle this, but he desperately wants to help.
  • After being insanely awkward for what feels like forever, he finally gets an idea.
  • Without saying anything he grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom.
  • Once there he unbuttons the duvet cover, opening it up and gesturing for you to climb inside.
  • He gets in after you, clearing his throat.
  • He tells you about how when he starts to feel shit he gets inside the duvet and forgets about the world.
  • You sit cross legged, facing each other, and it’s more blissful than you could even imagine.
  • He tells you how it feels like you’re in your own little bubble, and once he says it you start to understand what he means.
  • He doesn’t press on the issue with your friends, instead giving you an escape where you can feel peaceful again.
  • As you sit and chat about meaningless things he holds your hand, something which is a huge step for him.
  • But he just wants to see you smile again, so he’s willing to push himself beyond his comfort zone if it helps.
  • He wouldn’t share his escape with anyone else, only you.

anonymous asked:

I don't think this has been done before but is it ok if I ask for fluffly and naughty headcanons for poly Knockout and Smockscreen? If not, then just fluffy and naughty headcanons for Knockout and Smokescreen separately please

( Melly’s Mod Notes: Hey there anon! Unfortunately I don’t know a lot about this pairing to really write it as a polyship but I can definitely do the requests separately. )


SMOKESCREEN (FLUFFY)

✦ Originally friends, he finds himself developing a crush on his charge and ends up being very flustered and unsure of what to do when he realises he has a crush on them. Do they go to Bumblebee since he’s the most interested in humans? Optimus because he’s Optimus? Definitely not going to Ratchet or Ultra Magnus for help. In the end he turns to the kids for help on what he can do and all three chip in to help him make a love confession. It’s almost a disaster but hey! It worked out in the end. They both(!) confessed their feelings to the other and kissed and it was awesome. (Now how do they explain the mess here in the base to the others…? He had no idea pastries could explode.)

✦ He will do his best to make his human laugh and feel loved because they are loved, dammit. Smokescreen does his best to be attentive, asking how they’re doing whenever they meet up and always being on time when dropping them off or picking them up. Their health is a major concern of his considering how fragile and easily hurt humans are and constantly pester an annoyed Ratchet for help/advice/anything if his human so much has a headache. Bless his spark the boy tries.

✦ Unfortunately he does end up becoming more reckless on the field if his human is with him. He’ll pull flashier moves, strike a pose after knocking a baddie down, and even try out some soundbites he’s been practicing. He wants to impress them with the amazing skills he’s learned! Team Prime disapprove of the behaviour yet leave him be since he’s just really into his human and he is happy. Miko personally finds this all hilarious and encourages him to do more stunts around the base in the name of True Love. Jack and Raf are watching on in horror and are quick to yell for Optimus/Ultra Magnus/Ratchet, in that order of desperation, if they need to stop Smokescreen from doing something too dangerous.

SMOKESCREEN (NAUGHTY)

✦ Surprise he’s entering this relationship as a virgin. The human may not realise that with how he talks up his game and how he’ll have them begging for more transfluid in their body. The moment they make it clear they’ll take up his offer, he freezes up and is forced to admit the jig is up. With how focused he was in training with the Cybertron Elite Guard and all, he never gave himself the time to, you know, enjoy himself. His human will have to teach him what to do and they don’t have to worry too much in this part. Smokescreen is going to be very attentive student for these lessons.

✦ Eager to please if a bit messy and very impatient at times. The human will need to keep a change of clothes on in Smokescreen’s habsuite so they have something to wear when the fragging is over. There’s a strong possibility of their outfit getting drenched in transfluid to the point its unsalvageable or he tears it up when helping his human out of their clothes. He’ll try to be more careful if this annoys his human enough. Honest!

✦ Absolutely shameless when he’s aroused, not even if they’re in the base where the others can see him. It’s not obvious to the humans but the way he’s fluttering his door wings, cooling fans blasting all the while, is basically the Cybertronian equivalent of presenting himself to his human to please mount and ride him until all he can speak is static. Bulkhead, Arcee, and Bumblebee try to shield their respective charge’s eyes from the display. Ratchet will not hesitate to call the two out and tell them to get a room. Ultra Magnus is going to force the two into timeout corners.

KNOCKOUT (FLUFFY)

✦ A human who is always on Nemesis Prime is going to get exposed to a lot of weird things. Between the energon supplies, the experiments of Shockwave, and the existence of Starscream, Knockout is very protective of his human and will never forgive themselves if they end up getting hurt. He keeps them on his shoulder at all times and if he’s too busy to leave the medbay than he’s keeping tabs on them through Soundwave’s security or has Breakdown with his human to ensure their safety. 

✦ He also becomes their doctor so they get the best treatment possible after he sees his human get hit by a bad bout of a flu and sees them struggling to get better. He begins to keep human medicine and medical supplies stocked in the medbay and tells them that they are to look for him if they need an injury patched up. Knockout goes as far to research medicine and biology to make sure he’s giving the correct treatment/care to his human and not making it worse. An earthling’s body is… different from what he’s used to handling but the things a medic will do for love.

✦ Surprisingly enough he doesn’t ask them to buff him during the earlier stages of their relationship. It’s a taxing thing to do and he doesn’t really like the idea of just anyone getting their servos all over his frame. As a result, Knockout is rather shy about asking anyone for help on this matter and only asks those he feels comfortable/at ease with like Breakdown. It’s only when he’s sure they’ll work out does he ask them to help him get the more difficult, hard-to-reach scratches and dents.

KNOCKOUT (NAUGHTY)

✦ Isn’t that big into medical play. Reminds him too much of work with how he often needs to strap down the more annoying or irritating ‘cons so they get their slagging physical over with. He’ll try it out, just once, for his human’s sake if they really want to play out the scenario. Who knows? He may find himself enjoying it with how he gets to order them around and examine their body, digits skimming across their shivering body as he does a very thorough inspection of his lovely human.

✦ What he’s really into his bondage and using toys on his human, edging them and teasing them until they’re begging him for just a taste of his spike or valve on their mouth. He adores the desperate look on their face, the brightness of their eyes as they watch him stroke his spike languidly as he plays with the folds of his valve. Maybe if they beg him really nicely he’ll consider it. Maybe.

✦ Breakdown is a regular partner to the couple’s antics in the habsuite due to the closeness he shares with both of them. A good thing too. Knockout’s digits are sharpened to very dangerous points so it’s, ah, difficult for him to prepare his human to take a spike. Thank goodness they have their good friend Breakdown to help with that. The larger mech is gentle and focused as he scissors the panting and whining human’s opening. All the while taking instructions from a nearby Knockout about how to make their favourite human come undone under his ministrations.

anonymous asked:

Just my thoughts on the whole issue with pewdi & what you shared with the pic of the girl saying her opinion. I don't want to be the one to say the controversial thing but I do believe words are just words. Now please don't take what I'm saying out of context. I DO NOT agree what he said was ok BUT I do agree he should have the right to say what he wants. We are free human beings who should be allowed to make our own choices long as no one gets physically harmed & yes white people do get

Privileged & black people are definitely discriminated but getting so angry & people constantly trying censor what we are allowed to say are just taking all of our freedoms away. Why should anyone be able to tell you what you are allowed to say? Are we not allowed to say certain things over hurt feelings? Again, please don’t take what I’m saying out of context. Yes you shouldn’t use such words because it is disrespectful to the people who are offended by such words but I also believe he/she

should be allowed to make that choice for him or herself on what words they want to use. All I’m trying to say is I believe all these morally gray issues (IMO) are just driving us to something worse if we don’t find a compromise. I don’t believe us getting so passionate over such issues help us come to a reasonable conclusion on what we should do. All we’re doing is allowed governments to have more control over what we’re allowed to do & that affects us all in a far bigger outcome if we let it.

Again & I can’t emphasize this enough, I don’t believe the issues of race should be ignored. I truly acknowledge it exists but please try to see how all these issues are just going to get so worse if we allow governments to control our words for us. Ultimately I just want us all to see we’re in this together & we need to look at everyone’s perspectives. The people who agree that words are just words are not bad people, just people who see it differently. I just want us to see how much we could achieve if we just let go of the past & work on making all of us the best we can be now.   

There are quite a few bones I have to pick with everything you’ve said here.

1) You seem to be implying that freedom of speech = using derogatory words to dehumanize a race of people who have been trying to reclaim the word to take the hate out of it.

2) You’re making it sound like it’s such a chore to literally stop saying a certain word that isn’t okay for non-black people to say given our (white people’s) part in history with that word.

3) “We are free human beings who should be allowed to make our own choices long as no one gets physically harmed” - have you seen what’s been happening? Black people are getting killed by the same system that think it’s okay to throw around the n word, these things aren’t separate.

4) Morally gray issues???? Racism is a gray area for you?? What about racism is so gray that you just can’t admit that saying the word unless you’re black is wrong?

5) You say that we should find a compromise, why do we have to compromise black people’s right to feel safe or human? Whatever compromise you’re talking about idk why we should be okay with racists using the word. 

6) “I don’t believe us getting so passionate over such issues help us come to a reasonable conclusion on what we should do” - The reason there is so much passion about this is because people aren’t listening, Pewdiepie using that word and having a shit ton of people back him up is proof of that.

7) Your whole last paragraph just gives me a headache fam, you’re excusing people who use the word and refuse to face what the word represents. Idk why you keep brining up the government when it’s literally people coming to the realisation that the word is not okay to say unless you’re black. You can say that you don’t think race issues should be ignored all you want but you’re still defending people who use the word, you’re refusing to respect black people when they keep telling white people to cut it out. Sounds pretty racist to me.

I feel like I’ve said too much at this point bc at the end of the day I’m a white person and my opinion on this isn’t what matters in the grand scheme of things so don’t worry I’m gonna shut up now, I was gonna delete these asks but they annoyed me too much.

anonymous asked:

can you please do k + andreil? thank you!!<33

k) on the edge of consciousness. i was like ‘i don’t know what this means’ and then five seconds later i went ‘yes i do. it means hurt/comfort’ because jesus christ am i predictable

warning for recounted abuse in a medical facility.

Because Andrew wants to live more than he wants to stay the fuck away from hospitals, he doesn’t protest being driven to the ER.  He’s feverish and in pain, his mouth sour with swallowed bile.  The bright hurt in one side his belly is enough of a hint that he needs actual medical treatment.

He isn’t Neil Josten, liable to think that everything is okay, or that it will be if he waits long enough.  Neil Josten is driving the car, white-faced and pinch-mouthed, like anyone in this day and age dies of appendicitis.  It’s pretty hypocritical that he looks so panicked, considering the shit that he’s put Andrew through over the years.

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The signs from a Cancer Point of view (use 🌞 + 🌜):
  • (My posts are backwards on purpose)
  • Pisces: Oh my lord, you can be so silly. I love how infectious your giggle is. You can think of things in ways I would have never even thought; you're almost too creative for your own good. I know sometimes you're not so good at art, like most posts predict, but the way you speak is beautiful, like your words were perfectly arranged to form a mosaic of variegated interpretations. You let everyone's experiences influence you to the point where you take them on as your own, and that's ok. I know that just helps you stay close to the ones you love, as if living in their memories with them strengthens your connection with them.
  • Aquarius: You can be distant, but care with every pulse of your heart. Sometimes that's what confuses me. There's a reason for everything to you. You want to know cause and effect, but I'm worried for the day when you realise that not everything has an explanation; at least not one easily confined by mere words. You're not devoid of emotion. You're just much better at deciding when and how to deal with them. How do you do that? How do you know how to reach out for help without burdening everyone?
  • Capricorn: We are opposites. You work so hard to be happy, that sometimes I think you hardly stop to enjoy even the small things that have a magical air to them; like the plush towels against your skin, or the pattern of the sky that will only freeze for a few seconds more. To you, it's all about pushing forward and getting things done, and I love your motivation, but don't you realise how stressed out you get yourself? You can be cold, but that's only because sometimes you don't want to stop to feel...you know what will happen if you do.
  • Sagittarius: I am amazed at how much patience I have with you. You're so carefree, and I don't believe I have ever seen you stressed. Sometimes I get frustrated with how you treat others, but I know you don't mean to hurt people on purpose. I love how you want to be a free thinker, you don't let others cloud your thoughts or decisions, unless you really love them, then in that case you trust their opinions. Not everyone can or could ever earn your trust. You have clarity when most others are stressed because you've detached yourself from them so successfully. I'm glad that you of all people could take the weight that you do, though I'm not pleased that you have to in the first place. You handle beatings with grace, and you hold your ground firmly.
  • Scorpio: You're the most passionate person I know. When you talk about what you love or hate, I can see the propellers churn in your eyes. You love to love and hate to hate. I know it's hard to let people in, but I'm thankful you chose me of all people. I'm sorry I can't always be there when you sob in your bed late at night, but you always hold off when you're ready. That's ok too. I know you don't like to be pushed. Sometimes you let others passions overtake your own and you get so confused and tired that it's hard to face anyone. You want to love so badly, but you're always doubting yourself. Your thoughts can be overwhelming and it seems lonely in crowds, even around your own family, but even you need to trust more than one person.
  • Libra: You of all people know what to do and say all the time. I enjoy just sitting back and watching you talk and interact with people; you get that everyone is different, and you treat them according to how they are. If only people had that same respect towards you. I love how you can diffuse conflict as if you're stroking the nuzzle of a wild horse. You listen and think before you speak. You thrive on the subject of philosophy because you think, and it does, makes you a better person. You love everyone and you value friendships and relationships. You don't know who the right partner is, but I know when you find them, they will make you feel like the only person in the world, just like you do with everybody else.
  • Virgo: There's a lot to worry about. You are the one that I wish I was the most like. You live in the moment, without leaving the past or planning for the future. You're aware of the things larger than life, and you respect them, but you understand how all the little things contribute to the infinite tapestry. I wish I could notice and appreciate as you do. I know you focus too much on the tangible, and I understand that it's easy to get lost in the world of perfection and imperfections, to ignore the thoughts and feelings of others. Most people think you are cold, but I think there's more to it than that. Maybe you just know what to do with your feelings, and they're under your control, and yours alone. You're calm and always seem to be at ease. In no way should that be a crime, after all, many could learn a thing or two from you.
  • Leo: I find a lot of admiration towards how confident you are. Your presence alone is awe-inspiring. Everything you do--the way you walk, how you speak, your gestures, everything--looks so effortless but well thought out. Watching you is like enjoying a movie where every movement is perfect. I love the way you make me feel like we've know each other for years. I am at ease and comfortable by your very presence. One might expect your voice to be loud and authoritative, but it's soothing and suggestive more than anything. You want to make everyone feel like your friend, and I know it has no malevolent purposes, but it's for your own conscious because you can't bear a single person disliking you.
  • Cancer: I could tell you how seething your own mind is, but I'm sure you already know that. You can be so optimistic that you become blind to the worse in human nature. You have fallen victim to many schemes of manipulation, and each time you've beaten yourself up for it. It's ok to yell and scream and cuss. In fact, it's normal to let yourself explode. Nothing could ever right the wrongs that you can never seem to forget. I'm sure that even though they haven't made it up to, or apologised, that they still love you. Not everyone is like you where they can hold onto their emotions and keep it from lapping over the edge. People say things they don't mean, and they make mistakes. It's ok to not be able to forget, you just have to find a way to love again despite their wrong doings.
  • Gemini: When I am with you, I am never bored. There's always something to talk about, and you're willing to look at every side of a story because you love to be fascinated. You are so animated when you speak, as if you're trying to replay and exert the experience to everyone so that they can experience it as you once did. I love your acceptance of art in all its forms but most of all, I appreciate your desire for knowledge. You may not be the smartest, but you are the one to show me how to think.
  • Taurus: I see a lot of posts categorising you as being a glutton for food. Truth is, you love to enjoy things you like, and by no means is that bad. Some people talk about what they like and you feel their radiance through their words, but with you, you don't have to say anything. I feel your content seeping into my veins and I too become enveloped in this world of yours where the finer things of life are adored. I value your opinion because you learn to know and feel every inch of something before you can decide to love or hate it. You have to know for sure because once you make a decision, by God you stick to it. I love how you're supporting and refreshing for anyone who needs it. You've made some good calls, and also so bad ones, but you've learned from both and you can separate truth and fiction like nothing I've seen before.
  • Aries: You are the epitome of fire. I know it's easy to think of everything at once, and it gets extremely overwhelming. I think you tend to overlook other people's feelings for the small minute things that really don't matter. Your opinions and desires matter, just understand that you can't make anyone agree with you. You have a silver tongue, and it's hard to resist your logic, because despite how wrong you may be, you take record time in thinking up of an argument and at the same time shred your adversary to pieces. Some say it's water that wears you down slow and painfully, but I have witnessed the hot flash of your flames burn and dissipate. You get caught up in the moment. It's no biggie. I respect that you have confidence, I love that. You are into fast paced things, and I don't think I've ever seen you relax without falling asleep. You really amaze me at how adept you are at working under so much pressure. You've been through a lot, heaven knows, but we both know you've become a better person because of it. Your optimism is what pushed me through my own experiences, and I am most grateful for you especially.

anonymous asked:

gallavich prompt: can you do something where one of them has an accident and forgets who the other is? :)

// ok I’ve given this my best shot…it’s a total standalone, full on oneshot, completely unrelated to my gallavich queer club universe (but trust me there is lots more of that coming!) enjoy //

‘Im sorry Mr Gallagher but he has amnesia.’

Ian sighed. 'But he’s going to remember? It’ll come back?’

'We can’t know anything for certain. I don’t want to promise something that may not happen. You’re free to visit him now, though. He’s awake.’

So Ian walked slowly down the corridor, breathing in the harsh chemical smell of the hospital. He just wanted to get to the room and see Mickey, yet he walked slower than ever. He knew that every step he took was a step closer to discovering something terrible.

'Can I come in?’, he called, knocking on the door. The man in the bed frowned at him, confused.

'I think you have the wrong room, man,’ he said, shrugging blankly.

Ian’s heart almost stopped. 'Mickey. It’s me. It’s Ian’, he whispered, shocked.

Mickey’s eyes widened. 'How the fuck do you know my name?’, he said, his tone suspicious and body inching away from Ian in caution, who had now entered the room.

Ian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I have loved you for just shy of eight years.’

'I’m not a fucking fag,’ Mickey spat aggressively, but his eyes were fearful.

'You’ve got to be kidding me,’ Ian muttered incredulously. Mickey had reverted back to how he was before coming out. Before even knowing Ian. He walked up close to Mickey and got up close, the words falling slowly but piercingly out of his mouth. 'I don’t know what year you think you’re in, but back in 2014, you came out. You practically screamed it. Your dad beat the shit out of us, but we won. We went home and showered together and we didn’t fuck that night. We kissed with our broken faces and just lay side by side all night. Toe to toe, head to head. I held you. I kissed away your tears. And then, Mickey, then you rested your ear over my chest and you fell asleep listening to my heartbeat.’ Mickey was staring at him, paralysed. Ian wondered if he’d gone too far, but he didn’t stop. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucking screamed out your name each time you coaxed my body into an orgasm…which you reciprocated nicely, might I add. Usually I top. But liking what you like don’t make you a bitch, isn’t that right?’

'I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but you need to shut your fucking mouth,’ Mickey practically whimpered. Then Ian calmed down a little. He realised that this wasn’t Mickey’s fault. So he spoke softly and less aggressively.

'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because six months ago, we got married. In the park here in Chicago. Our sisters were bridesmaids. Your brothers didn’t show up. But mine became yours. Lip was my best man. Kev was yours. And Yev was ring bearer. Your son - our son.’ Mickey was speechless. 'He’s almost five. And these are the rings he carried down the aisle to us,’ Ian said, holding up his hand to show the thick, plain silver band snug on his fourth finger. Then he tentatively reached out to run his thumb over Mickey’s identical ring. Mickey instinctively snatched his hand away like Ian’s touch burned him. 'In your vows, you told me that you loved me beyond any and all things. And you told me again later, when it was just us, because I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. Because I love you too, Mickey. So, so much,’ Ian told him, tears in his eyes, desperate. He clasped Mickey’s hand now and held on, his husband’s hand, the hand he knew better than his own, as he cried silently.

Mickey stared at their hands, fingering the ring on his finger, frowning. 'I don’t know where to even begin…they told me I had some amnesia but…how could I forget so much? There’s just, years and years missing. Years with you, apparently. You don’t seem like the sort of guy I could forget’, he whispered.

Ian raised his eyebrows. 'Was that - are you flirting?’ he almost laughed.

Mickey looked away awkwardly. 'Look, I know I’m gay. I’ve always known. I never kiss guys. Don’t want them to get attached…well. I don’t want to get attached to them, honestly.’

'You kiss me plenty. All of that playing-it-straight crap went to shit after a couple years with me.’

'Am I really married? To you?’ Ian reached for his wallet.

'I’ll bring more pictures from home, tomorrow - but I always have this one with me. This is us. Last May.’ Ian showed him the little rectangular picture.

'We look good,’ Mickey remarked, but the two men in tuxes with matching grins looked like strangers to him. There was a pause. 'Do I really have a kid?’

'Yes. He’s here,’ Ian said, flipping the pockets of the wallet over and revealing a photo from a year or so ago, of Yev sat on the couch at Ian and Mickey’s place. 'Yevgeny. We all call him Yev.’

'What kind of a -’

'Russian.’

'Why?’ Ian considered how to answer. 'Who’s his mother?’

Ian sighed. 'It’s a long story. I’ll tell you another day.’ Mickey didn’t persist.

'How did we meet?’

Ian smiled. 'It was 2011. We were still living out our teenage years, though yours were nearly over. You thought I’d - hurt your sister and you just burst into the shop where I used to work, screaming out my name. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that…anyway. We didn’t really meet until I came to your place one morning. We started out fighting, pretty hard, but then you pinned me down and - I just remember our eyes locked and we just stared at each other, and we just knew. And then we were just doing it. Fucking in your twin bed. I was fifteen. Shit.’ He sighed. 'We kept hooking up in secret. Always rushing through the sex. Terrified of getting discovered. That was more you than me, but still. We didn’t even kiss for, like, two years. Not that I didn’t try. But we used to flirt shamelessly. That was more me than you. You were nothing like anyone I’d ever known. I didn’t think you could exist. But you did. Eventually you seemed to just accept that you wanted me and you weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure anymore. It was literally destroying you, Mick.’

-

Ian had gone to get them both coffee. On the walk back, he reflected. It was still unbelievable. And unfair. But when hadn’t things been with them? He didn’t know how he could tell Mickey everything. Svetlana. Terry. His bipolar. The accident. How could everything about them have been wiped clean out of his head?

As he returned, he was broken out of these thoughts by Mickey’s voice ringing down the corridor. He was…singing? Ian listened.

'And I don’t want the world to see me, cos I don’t think that they’d understand’, Mickey sang, scratchy but pure.

Ian stood in the doorway, frozen. Mickey noticed. 'Are you ok?’, he asked.

'Mick…why were you singing that song?’, he asked in a choked whisper.

Mickey shrugged. 'I don’t actually know. I seem to remember it from somewhere. And it’s - it’s nice. I guess,’ he said, puzzled. 'Why?’

Ian stepped inside the room slowly. 'That was the song we danced to at our wedding. It’s our song, it’s our fucking song’, he said, then sang the next line, voice shaking, 'when everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.’

They didn’t say anything. They just stared at each other, both searching for things that the other didn’t know how to give.

Mickey slowly slipped off the ring and held it. 'So I can remember our wedding song but not the wedding’, he murmured bitterly.

Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes fill with tears. He knew him well enough to know that any second he would begin crying. He walked over and held Mickey, not caring if the gesture was too sudden - if his husband was crying, he was going to comfort him. Sure enough, Mickey gave a loud sob, then tears fell down his face as he began to cry. Ian absentmindedly stroked his neck, planted little kisses in his hair; it was second nature. 'Sorry,’ he said after a moment, worrying Mickey would react adversely to the affection.

Mickey shook his head. 'It’s fine. It’s - nice. That’s not it.’

'Then what?’

'It’s just…I want to remember it, all of it. Not only for my sake but for yours too, this isn’t fair to either of us’, Mickey sobbed.

Ian nodded. 'I know. I know’, he said, feeling tears sting his own eyes. After everything they’d been out through, this just felt like the sickest, most fucked up twist of fate.

Mickey slowly turned and looked at Ian. He had somehow ended up curled against Ian’s chest, a familiar position. They were so close; Ian could feel his breath on his neck and it took all the strength he had not to kiss Mickey. It was too soon, it was too soon, he kept telling himself.

But then Mickey reached up, slowly, tracing the outline of Ian’s face. Tentative at first, then coming to cradle Ian’s face in his palm. Mickey’s eyes fell to his lips.

'Oh fuck,’ Ian murmured, and gave in. He kissed him hard, and then Mickey returned the kiss, deepened it. Ian’s hands ran through Mickey’s hair and they really tasted each other. Ian couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how familiar he was. That was the beauty of it.

'Your kiss. I’ve had it before’, Mickey said breathlessly.

Ian smiled. 'My lips are clearly a pretty unforgettable experience’, he smiled through his tears. Mickey laughed.

-

Mickey had fallen asleep in his arms and Ian had stayed, holding him. It reminded him of old times, before the accident. They lay together on the bed, Ian breathing in the same old smell. The blood and the hospital couldn’t erase it; it was, unmistakably, home.

'Ian? Are you awake?’, he whispered.

Ian looked down at his husband. 'Yeah. I’m here.’

'I just want to say. I’m - I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I can’t imagine how hard it must be’, he said.

'It’s not your fault’, Ian began, but Mickey cut across -

'regardless. I’m sorry. And when the doctor sees me tomorrow, I’m going to find out how I can beat this thing - if I can. If I can’t, well…’, he trailed off, unsure what would happen.

'Then we’ll work through it. I vowed to take you in sickness and in health’, Ian reminded him. 'God knows you’ve done that for me. Look, I love you, Mickey. I will always love you. And I know you’ve forgotten how to love me, but I’ll remind you. I want you to remember, to feel it all again’, he whispered, kissing his neck.

Mickey smiled. 'Thank you, firecrotch,’ he muttered as his eyes closed, drifting back into sleep.

Ian’s heart jolted and he closed his eyes, grinning, as more tears came. 'You’re on your way back, aren’t you,’ he whispered, kissing Mickey’s forehead gently. He didn’t think his old nickname had ever made him cry before.

But that was their relationship. Expect the unexpected. Always.


// the end! PLEASE keep sending me prompts, I gotta write every day this month! //