but i'm sick lying in bed and i don't have much to do so

Frankly, Tim was having a terrible day. He’d broken his wrist a week ago, which meant no patrol, and he’d finished all the work he could do from home. He was going stir-crazy— wandering aimlessly around his apartment, checking and rechecking his equipment. In the end he’d driven to the manor, hoping for something to do, but the house had been empty all night. He’d clicked through Netflix episodes until the early hours of the morning, fallen asleep on the couch, and woken up exhausted.

At least Dick wasn’t doing any better. He called to check in while Tim was headed downstairs, complaining about a streak of murders in his neighborhood that he hadn’t been able to solve. Tim put him on speaker when he hit the kitchen, set his phone on the counter, and nodded to Damian, who was already at the table. Damian didn’t look up from his newspaper.

“Drake. You look half-dead.”

“You’ve looked worse.” Tim pulled the pancake mix from the shelf and turned around in time to see Damian slowly lower his paper, clearly scandalized. Tim decided he was too tired to care.

“We need to work on your sense of self preservation,” sighed Dick. “Hey, Damian. Try not to stab anyone.”

“No promises.” Damian glared pointedly in Tim’s direction and went back to his paper.

“Anyway, Tim, listen— I have to go. I’ve been awake for forty hours, and this isn’t getting any easier.”

“Have you considered taking a break?”

“This was my break.” Dick stifled a yawn. “I’ll be fine.”

Tim figured he probably would be, until he saw Damian’s eyes narrow. Uh oh. As Dick clicked off the line, Damian folded up his newspaper and made for the door. Tim followed him into the hallway, grinning. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.

“So what are you going to do to him?”

“Go away, Drake.”

“Slip him sleep meds? Break into his apartment and badger him into submission?”

“Leave.”

“You’re not going to physically fight him, are you?”

“No.” Damian swept inside his bedroom, slamming the door in Tim’s face. “Mind your own business.”

“Damian, c’mon, I just want to know if I have enough time to make popcorn.” No answer. Tim leaned against the doorframe, listening to Damian clatter around inside. “If this is about what I said in the kitchen, I’m sorry about the dead joke.”

Damian’s voice came out muffled behind the wood. “No you’re not.”

Okay, fine. He wasn’t. “Seriously, tell me what you’re planning to do.”

“I’m going to ask him politely to go to sleep.”

“That’s it?” Tim pulled away from the wall, disappointed— and maybe a little irritated. He knew from personal experience that if he went that long without sleeping, Damian started pulling out sedatives. As tired as he was of Damian’s over the top interventions, Tim had always assumed they were over the top because that’s how Damian did things. From the right angle, he was almost being nice. But if he wasn’t going to do it to Dick…

“How come you don’t—” Tim cut himself off as Damian’s door swung open. 

“Because Grayson values my opinion and me as a person, so if I ask him to take care of himself, he will. Because Grayson listens to to me.” Damian swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, shot Tim a look that said (very clearly) unlike some people, and marched back up the hall. 

“That’s not…” Tim stood for a few seconds, arms crossed, then hurried after Damian. “Okay, that’s not fair. I listen to you. Or at least I would if you ever asked me for anything.”

“I do,” said Damian. “You don’t.”

“Since when?” Tim couldn’t remember ignoring any requests— Damian didn’t talk to him that often, and most of what he did say was insulting. Tim could remember a few comments about his life habits, sure, but no questions. Damian never asked.

Alright, maybe that was Damian’s version of asking. 

“Fine.” Tim caught up with Damian at the front door, while he was fishing for his keys. “I’ll pay more attention next time.” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m thrilled. Can you drive me to Grayson’s apartment?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Finally, something to do. He’d been lying around for days, and he was starting to feel like dead weight. Useless. Anyway, Tim wanted to see how this played out— Dick was stubborn, and Tim wasn’t sure that he would cooperate as easily as Damian predicted. He was as much of a workaholic as any of them.

“I’ll get my keys.” 

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Prompt: Three times Michael has lied to either Gavin or Ryan for the wrong reasons, and one time he did it for the right ones. (GTA mavinwood)

For Olivia - thank you so much for all your support <3 <3

1.

Michael’s in too deep before he even knows it.

It starts in a club the night after their first successful heist as a full crew, a motley assortment of bounty hunters, hit men and vagabonds that Ramsey pulled together from fucking Craigslist, beggars with big dreams who all have just a touch of eccentricity to them. Enough to make things work.

It’s the most fun he’s had in years. He’s known these men seventy-two hours but they feel as close as family already.

Well, maybe not quite like family, because the three of them have wandered away from the rest of the group to sit together at a booth close to the dance floor, and if they were family he wouldn’t be noticing how nice Ryan’s lips look as he lifts his glass to drink, or how the colourful lights flicker across Gavin’s skin so prettily, how good they look sitting side by side - Gavin latched himself to Ryan early on, like a little golden bird perched on the back of a huge dark-haired wolf - now their shoulders brush, they’re sat so close, and Gavin’s fingers trail across Ryan’s wrist to get his attention. Michael can’t stop thinking about how well he’d fit between the two of them.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if I'm late for the drabble game but I have been thinking about this for a while. Can you please do a Taehyung's POV from Zaddy 3, that part when he's coming to see her, and the whole fight? That part when she's scared of him, the whole almost- slapping thing it's one of my fav parts, you're genius. ❤ I hope I'm not late for the party, but don't feel pressured or anything.. 😇

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storiesbehindyoureyes  asked:

36. and 43. for Dialogue prompts, with Drake x MC, pretty please? 💕

Thanks for the prompt @storiesbehindyoureyes

ANGST WARNING: This is a sorta-AU set during the last chapter. I’ve seen a lot of fics with Liam being incredibly gracious when he finds out about Drake and MC (I’ve written them myself), but he’s only human and I can’t imagine how much it would hurt him. Honestly, I’m slightly terrified for the next chapters. 

36 - “Tell me I’m wrong.”

43 - “Are you drunk?”

Special thanks to @blazerina for encouraging me to get this finished! :)

Originally posted by bymikeshaw

Late at night, the grounds of House Beaumont are quiet and dark. Liam takes advantage of the peace to walk through the vineyards alone with his thoughts. He can scarcely believe that soon he’s going to have to choose a bride, a wife…a queen. His thoughts drift from suitor to suitor but always return to Louisa. Is she up to the challenge of being queen? He believes she can do anything, but he’s acutely aware of the trials this life brings. Leo’s mother abandoned her husband and child, breaking under the pressure. Does he have any right to ask Louisa to take on a life like this? Can he choose someone he loves but who is inexperienced and potentially unprepared for the duties of the crown? Or should he choose someone more “appropriate” who understands this world, but will only ever be a partner and never truly someone he loves?

Liam sighs as the answers to his questions escape him. He keeps walking the grounds, lost in his thoughts. It’s only as he approaches the house that the sound of hushed voices interrupts his reverie.

“We can’t meet like this again. I have to tell him.”

Drake? Liam steps quietly toward the open window that his friend’s voice drifts out from.

“I know.”

Liam starts as he recognizes Louisa’s voice. A sinking feeling begins tugging at his heart. He leans over slightly and peeks in the window and through the sheer curtains that are waving gently in the cool breeze, he sees them.

Drake and Louisa are lying on the bed together. They’re fully clothed but that doesn’t diminish the intimacy between them. Drake holds Louise close to his side. One of his hands absently runs through her hair while the other hand rests on her waist, his thumb making lazy circles on the strip of exposed skin at the bottom edge of her t-shirt. Their legs are tangled together and Louisa’s fingers drift over Drake’s chest and neck, as though she can’t stop touching him.

Liam rears backward, their betrayal hitting him like a freight train. No.

“I want you, Louisa.” Drake’s words are dagger in Liam’s heart, but still he can’t seem to look away.

“I think…I think I’m falling in love with you” Drake continues in a soft voice, his grip on Louisa’s waist tightening as he pulls her even closer, “and I don’t regret a single thing that’s happened tonight, but we have to tell Liam before anything else happens.”

“You’re right,” Louisa sighs, “You’re right and I think I’m falling for you too, Drake.” She looks up at him with such incredibly affection that Liam has to bite his lip from crying out. Neither Drake nor Louisa move from their lover’s embrace and after a moment Louisa’s hand comes up and she runs a finger along Drake’s lower lip. Liam watches as Drake bites her finger gently before ducking his head and capturing her lips in a tender, passionate kiss.

Liam stumbles away from the window. No. No. God, no. How can they do this? He wanders into the house, not really seeing where’s he’s going. He ends up in the Beaumont library. Numb as he is, his mind remembers this place and where Bertrand keeps the good whiskey.

Not even bothering to turn on the light, Liam cross the moonlit room and pulls a bottle out of the globe-shaped bar cart. He pours himself a finger of whiskey with a shaking hand. He swallows it down in one go and pours another. Even as he slings it back, he’s sure not even the strongest drink in the world will be able to erase the image of Louisa wrapped around Drake and kissing him with such love and tenderness or the sound of Drake telling Louisa he’s falling in love with her. How could they?

Ditching the glass, Liam takes the whiskey bottle by the neck and stumbles over to a chair in a darkened corner of the library. He feels sick, his stomach churning like a stormy sea. His best friend and the girl he loves. How could they? The thought reverberates in his mind again and again. Taking a swig from the bottle, Liam suddenly hears someone whistling softly from outside the library doors. The tune is an old jazz standard and the lyrics swirl through Liam’s mind as the whistling gets closer.

My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I’m a part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine

A moment later, Drake appears in the doorway. In the dim light, Liam can make out a contented smile on his (former?) best friend’s face. The happiness radiating from Drake changes the sick feeling in Liam’s stomach into a ball of burning anger. He watches as Drake, still whistling, searches through the bottles. He’s happy. He and Louisa have ruined my life and he’s happy.

“You’re too late,” Liam says bitterly, swigging once again from the bottle.

Drake jumps, startled, “Jesus, Liam! What are you doing sitting here in the dark?”

“Drinking to forget something that cannot be forgotten.”

“Oh, god. Are you drunk, Liam?” Drake asks, stepping closer to him. “You always get weirdly poetic when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. Not yet. But my god, I wish I was,” Liam seethes. 

Drake squints at him in the dark, “What’s going on, Liam?”

“You and Louisa,” Liam accuses, his voice low and angry.

“What?” Drake’s eyes widen. “What about me and Louisa?”

“What do you think, Drake? I saw you. I saw the two of you…together.” That sick feeling is back and Liam swallows hard against the bile rising in his throat.

“I…I don’t…” Drake hedges, avoiding Liam’s gaze.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Please, tell me I’m wrong,” Liam begs, desperate for Drake to tell him that this all some sort of nightmare. 

“Liam…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Drake murmurs, guilt and pain written across his face. Liam’s eyes slide shut. The whiskey in his stomach threatens to come back up. How could they? 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Liam.” 

Liam opens his eyes to see Drake standing before him. He looks utterly broken, staring at the floor, a glisten of unshed tears in his eyes. But suddenly, Liam feels no compassion for the man before him, the man he once considered a brother. A cold feeling steals over Liam’s heart as he comes to his feet unsteadily.

“I need you to leave, Drake.”

Drake’s eyes fly up to meet Liam’s. “Liam, no. Please don’t.”

“I need you to leave. You and Louisa both. I can’t handle this right now. I have a decision to make and your betrayal…” he lets the word linger between them, watches Drake flinch visibly at it, “has made my life infinitely more difficult.”

“Liam, we didn’t…”

“You didn’t mean to hurt me? You did. Your intentions are irrelevant. I may be able to forgive you…one day, but right now you need to go.”

Liam steps around Drake and walks out the door wondering where he’s supposed to go from here.

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MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHA I HAVE COME TO MAKE YOU SUFFER WHY YOU ASK BECAUSE I WILL MAKE YOU CHOOSE BETWEEN THREE EQUALLY HORRIFIC AND BEAUTIFULLY CHALLENGING HEADCANONS WHICH YOU ARE EITHER GOING TO LOVE OR HATE -OLD VIKTUURI AND ONE OF THEM IS IN THEIR DEATH BED AND THEY FLASHBACK - VIKTOR HAVING AN ACCIDENT AND BEING TAKEN OFF THE ICE FOREVER - I W A N T T H E D E A T H O F T H E D O G Btw Sof, I love you. I don't even think I'm ready to read what you'll write; I just love the way you do it <3

OK FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU?? Secondly: I don’t know who I hate the most, you for requesting this, or me for actually choosing the worst option. 



“I’m really sorry, Mr. Katsuki”

The words didn’t sound as painful as he had thought they would be.  In fact, they had no effect. They felt empty, numb, like an emotional placebo.

He knew it would happen eventually, he had prepared himself for it for the last few months. The impact of the news couldn’t compare to the shock and the dread of finding out he was sick. Those had been the real bad news. That had been the day, that his happy ever after was given an expiration date.

“It’s ok, I understand”

He walked into the room slowly, ignoring the kind offers of the nurse asking if he needed anything, and followed what had been his ritual for the past three months. He hanged his coat on the wooden chair’s backrest, and used the support of his walking stick to help him sit down, facing the man that was lying on top of the bed, white, so white, that Yuuri almost lost him within the hospital bedsheets. He licked his creased lips, he hadn’t realized he was trembling until he reached for his husband’s hand and saw himself shaking. It was then or never; he knew the sedatives wouldn’t take long to kick in and, once he fell asleep, he wouldn’t wake up again.

“Vitya?”

He stroked the back of his hand, and the man opened his eyes lazily, blinking a few times. There was that spark of icy blue, the contrast of color against all the whiteness. His eyes were the only thing that were still the same, that hadn’t fall pray of the effects of old age, and popped out young and beautiful from the wrinkly skin of his face. Yuuri couldn’t stop staring at them, couldn’t stop himself from praising what was still left, what had felt so inflexible and familiar for almost sixty years of marriage. He saw him smile, new folds drawing on his cheeks and the corner of his mouth, and felt his fingers responding to the touch.

“Hello, love”

Usually, then would come the “how are you doing?” question, but that day he didn’t feel like asking it. He didn’t want to hear the answer. He kept looking at him, having so much to say and yet nothing at all. Love and grief kept cancelling each other inside his mouth and in the end he couldn’t speak, just stare, and hold his hand in his.

So, unable to find a proper replacement for his routine, which he knew would become even harder after that day, he waited in silence until it was Viktor who spoke again.

“You really are beautiful, you know?” He said, voice groggy and tired, and Yuuri couldn’t even fake a snort. Instead, he sighed, and caressed up his bony arm.

“Don’t say stupid things. We are old”

“But you are” He insisted, smiling that silly heart-shaped smile of his that was so ridiculously contagious “You will always be beautiful in my eyes”

“I’m all wrinkly”

“Just like a tasty raisin” He joked.

“I’m overweight”

“You know I always liked your squishy belly”

“My hair is grey”

“Hey, we match!” He coughed a chuckle “Hasn’t mine always been?”

Yuuri grinned, tracing his fingers on the familiar silver locks, now so much thinner and whiter, but still soft and absurdly soothing. He couldn’t help but remember just how concerned his husband had been all his life about his growing hairline. And now, even though scarce and shorter, he still had hair on top of his head.

He unconsciously played with his ring, kind of big for his now scrawny fingers, only staying in place because of the way the wrinkled flesh had molded to it after so many years. If he moved it a bit, he could see even paler skin beneath. A permanent print, eternal, drawn on him forever.

“I love you” He said, although he knew it meant nothing. It never meant anything. He already knew he loved him, in fact, he knew that phrase couldn’t even cover his adoration in the slightest. But there was something musical in it, poetic. It wasn’t the meaning what brought them close whenever he said it, but maybe the intention, the drive, the need. He needed to tell him he loved him. It wasn’t a declaration, they had got over confessions way too long ago already. It was more like a symbol, a piece of art, something pretty and enchanting to rejoice in. And that’s exactly why he felt like saying it right then “I love you, so much”

“I love you too, solnyshko” Viktor closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and Yuuri could see him grimace with effort “I really want to kiss you, but I don’t think I can move right now”

“You can always ask” He hadn’t meant his voice to sound like a sob, but it did. And as he leaned in to kiss his lips, softly, lovingly, without paying attention to his sore back, he feared he may start crying. He didn’t.

“Don’t give me that face…I’m ok, Yuuri”

“No you are not”

“I am, I am happy” He said, closing his eyes, feeling the soft touch of his husband’s hand as it cupped his cheek “You made me a happy man, love. You gave me a good life”

“Viktor…” Yuuri tried to speak, but his voice cracked and the sentence broke.

“It was always you…” He whispered, his lips felt heavy, and so did his lids “Remember the cup of China, when I was twenty-seven and you were twenty-three?”

“Of course” He nodded “Our first kiss”

“And the wedding? Remember how Yurio got drunk?”

They both laughed softly, ironically, clenching their tangled hands.

“I could never forget that. I remember everything, every second I lived by your side” He stroked his cheek “The honeymoon, the competitions, adopting Lori…and then, even after we retired, everything we did together”

“Our trip to Paris…”

“That was wonderful”

“You see? How could I not be happy?” Yuuri still couldn’t get it, he couldn’t understand why the weary grin on his lips was genuine. It was ludicrous. “It’s all thanks to you. And you know why?” his husband asked, smiling cheekily and turning to kiss the palm of his hand “Because you taught me the meaning of Life and Love”

“Hmm?” He sucked his lips inwards, seeing how the other’s breath got slower and slower with every passing second and how his eyes lost focus “And what’s the meaning?”

“Life may not be eternal…” He closed his lids, giving his hand one soft, shaky squeeze “But Love is”

In that moment, Yuuri saw his face falling gently to rest on the side of the pillow and the grip on his fingers ceased. Every muscle relaxed and his lips, cold and pale, blew against his palm a deep, warm breath. The last one.

Only then, Yuuri allowed himself to cry.

Two weeks later, he was admitted into hospital. Lori had insisted he moved in with her, but he couldn’t even consider it before he fell sick. Medics couldn’t do more but prologue the inevitable, and after the long course of a month, Yuuri Katsuki closed his eyes for good. He passed away some windy December evening, in the company of his loving daughter, and washed over by a feeling of unexplainable peace. And right before, when reality got foggy and melted into the memories of his husband, his voice, calling for him…he finally understood. And he felt happy, too.



I hate myself

To the anon who sent in “Sniffling, pouting, and "I told you so” with sick!Keith and caretaker!Shiro, here you go!! I just tried to post it, but I’m on mobile and my phone went screwy and half the post didn’t show up and it messed up when I tried to fix it and tumblr ate the ask!! My apologies dude so I’m just gonna put it here!! Thank you SO SO SO much for sending it in, I didn’t think I’d get any at all!!!!! I hope you like it<3


(Sickie’s POV)

Keith walks through the door with a wrist firmly planted under his nose and a scowl hardened on his face. He lets his backpack fall to the ground, and he doesn’t even bother shedding his coat before heading straight for the couch and flopping face-first onto the cushions.

He can’t do anything but groan and sniffle, because today has been the longest fucking day of his entire life.

He had classes from seven o’clock that morning to three in the afternoon, and immediately after his last class, he had work until nine that night. This was a normal day for Keith, being a college student struggling to break even, but today, he’d woken up feeling marginally less than stellar. Shiro had told him to take the day off, tried to convince him that one day of rest wasn’t gonna tank his grades or get him fired, tried to convince him that overworking himself would only make it worse.

But Keith, as usual, stubbornly refused.(He was also fed up with Shiro’s saint act, because the asshole worked himself harder and ran himself into the ground more than anyone Keith knew, so like he was in any position to lecture Keith about his health.) He didn’t feel all that bad anyways, and he’d made it through worse, so he could struggle through one day of classes and work just fine, right?

That’s what he thought, at least, but the pounding in his head had only grown worse throughout the day, and the slightly runny nose he’d woken up with started leaking like a faucet thirty minutes into his first class, and hadn’t let up since.

Keith groans again and frowns, snuggling deeper into the couch cushions. He’s exhausted and freezing, but there’s no blanket draped over the side of the couch for him to wrap himself up in, and there’s no way in hell he’s about to move from the couch to get a blanket for himself.

(Caretaker’s POV)

Shiro hears the slam of the door, the smack of something heavy hitting the ground, and a hoarse groan from the boy who had just crashed on the couch. Shiro has been expecting this all day, and he’s ready to gloat. (And then tend to Keith, of course, but Shiro certainly isn’t below turning Keith’s mistakes into lessons.)

When the sound of another groan and a few harsh coughs trail out of the living room to Shiro’s bedroom, he walks out, but not before snatching up the blanket lying on the corner of his bed.

Keith is lying on the couch, curled into a ball with his face buried into the side, back to the world. He’s in the middle of a vicious (and disgusting, he tells himself, because the palm pressed against his mouth is uncomfortably damp) sneezing fit as Shiro walks up, so it’s no wonder he almost jumps a foot off the couch when a cool hand is placed on his shoulder.

“I told you this would happen,” Shiro says gently, concern laced into his chiding tone.

Keith doesn’t say anything back to Shiro, and Shiro chuckles at the bitterly mournful expression on Keith’s face.

“Are you cold?” Shiro asks, even though he knows the answer, because he could hear Keith’s teeth chattering all the way from his own bedroom. Keith nods, and Shiro flaps the blanket open, draping it over him.

But Keith is still shivering and still pouting, so Shiro is only left to wonder what the hell he’s forgetting.

“Anything else you need, Keith?” Shiro’ll load him up on cold meds in a few minutes, and he’ll fix him a cup of tea or a bowl of soup if Keith so desires (Keith should know by now that it is not a chore for Shiro to take care of him, that he shouldn’t even hesitate to ask). But Shiro isn’t asking about what Keith wants in a few minutes, or in a couple of hours. He’s asking what he needs right now.

And Shiro’s heart can’t help but soar when Keith’s hand reaches out from under the blanket to grab his own and to pull Shiro onto the couch next to him. Shiro watches Keith shift positions so he’s comfortably sitting with his head on Shiro’s shoulder and Shiro’s arm around his body.

Sitting upright causes Keith’s nose to run like crazy, and he’s snuffling continually, swiping at his nose with his hands, the blanket, or rubbing it against Shiro’s shoulder. Shiro can’t even bring himself to mind. All that matters to Shiro is that Keith is no longer shivering and the frown on his face is gone, replaced a soft smile. He’s sick, he’s miserable, but Shiro will be here to help him feel better.

Yeah, Shiro thinks, I told you so.

Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
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  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do one where you're dating Eric and you fall asleep in bed forgetting to close your laptop, and you sleep in the same bed, so when he walks in the first thing he sees is your computer open with a pro-ana site on it? You can end on your taste, eds just suck and I need some comfort! Also, I'm not sure what happened but please don't feel pressured to rush any imagines! I have ptsd, so I know how hard it can be. I love you and hang in there! It'll be okay. <3

first off thank you so much. you guys are all so sweet to me and i really do love y’all. I’d also like to mention how writing these type of scenarios is very cathartic for me as well, so thank you for suggesting it!

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dontfeelsogood  asked:

Sorry I'm kinda spamming you with asks but I've been reading a load of your posts since your writing is like, amazing, and well, could I request the fic idea where Alistair has a fight with his dad and climbs up the drainpipe to Julius' room with a 40 degree fever and he's totally weak and out of it and Julius has no idea how he even made it to his house.. you don't have to, but with emeto would be an added bonus!! ❤️❤️

Thanks for the request and the compliment! Feel free to spam me with asks whenever you like XD I really tried with this one, but even now I’m not massively happy with it. It gives a bit of insight into Alistair’s childhood, and his relationship with Julius’s mum. I do like writing these as babies anyway. They’re fifteen here. As a warning, there is mentioning of abuse here. I hope it’s okay.

There was peace and quiet in the Summers’ house on that mild June evening; Carol was in her bedroom with a book, Tom was out at work, Blaise was idly scrolling through social media and Poppy was already asleep.

Julius was lying on his tummy in bed with a book on astronomy, tracing the constellations with his fingers and glancing dreamily at the ceiling, as if he could see right through it to the stars above. He wanted to go stargazing properly when he was old enough - he could take Alistair. 

The fifteen year old was in a good mood - his homework was finished, it was Saturday tomorrow and the house was unusually tranquil. He smiled and immersed himself in the stars.

Julius was pulled out of his reverie by a light tapping at his window, the noise cutting through the quiet. At first he thought he must have imagined it - his bedroom was on the second floor - but then it came again, more insistent this time.

Julius leapt out of bed and yanked open the curtains. He nearly had a heart attack on the spot when he saw Alistair at the window, clutching onto the drainpipe precariously. Julius hastily pushed the window open.

“About fucking time! Hurry up, I can’t hold on much longer,” Alistair said, reaching out a hand to Julius through the window. Julius grabbed him and yanked him clumsily into the bedroom, looking panicked.

“What are you doing, climbing up the drainpipe? You could have been killed, Alistair!” he cried, as both boys fell into a heap on the floor. It seemed to take Alistair a long time to get to his knees, he was shaking weakly.

“I needed to see you. And it’s too late to knock at the door.”

“I’d have let you in if you’d text me!” Julius said exasperatedly. Then his voice grew soft. “What’s wrong? What’re you doing here?”

Alistair sighed, hesitating, staring at the floor so a curtain of red hair covered his face. He reluctantly looked at Julius, tucking his hair behind his ears. He had a new bruise forming across his left cheek, the eye looking as if it would be swollen in the morning. Julius clenched his fists, his eyes filling with tears.

“Oh Alistair…”

Alistair just shrugged. “It’s okay. I hit father back - though I don’t think I hurt him very much. But he locked me in my bedroom, so I had to sneak out. I didn’t want to stay there with him,” he said miserably. He suddenly swayed a little, his eyes unfocused. “I feel really weird, Jules…”

Julius squinted at his friend, looking into his eyes carefully. He cupped Alistair’s forehead and yelled at the heat rolling off him.

“You’re burning up! You climbed all the way up the drainpipe with such a high fever? How did you manage? Good God, Alistair, do you have a death wish?” Julius cried in a panic.

He moved to shut the window hastily, shuddering at the long drop. It was so easy to imagine Alistair losing his grip on the slippery drainpipe, falling down down down onto the concrete driveway below. Julius pressed his lips together and stumbled back to Alistair, kneeling down and pulling him into an embrace. The red-head was burning hot and shivering in his arms. He felt so fragile, as if he might shatter if Julius held on too tightly. Alistair slumped meekly against his friend, his chin resting on Julius’s shoulder.

Julius would have been content to hold Alistair like that forever; his poor friend was sick and feverish and hurting, Julius wished he never had to let go…

“Hehhuugggkkkhhh!”

Julius started as Alistair stiffened in his arms, feeling an alarming rush of hot liquid splash down his back. He heard Alistair gasp and felt him pull away wildly, his hands over his mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck, ’m sorry, I didn’t know it was going to happen…”

Julius shushed him gently, leaning him against the wall. “It’s not your fault. It doesn’t matter.”

Julius was so concerned he didn’t even really notice the uncomfortable soggy warmth of his sick stained shirt. He brushed Alistair’s hair off his face worriedly - he was on fire.

“Oh Alistair, I think I need to get my mum,” Julius said, starting to cry. Alistair blinked, suddenly looking fearful.

“B-but…she’ll call my parents…”

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t, I promise. I’m sorry, Alistair, it’s not that I want to. You’re just so sick. I have to,” Julius sobbed, and he bolted out of the room. Alistair called after him, desperately begging him to come back, but Julius forced himself to push onwards.

It took Carol several minutes to disentangle Julius’s frantic babbling explanations - at first she was far more concerned by her son’s tears and vomit stained clothes, and by Alistair’s feverish shrieking from the bedroom. When she finally figured out what was going on, she dashed to Julius’s bedroom purposefully, scrutinising Alistair from the doorway. He had slipped down and was lying in a ball on the floor, his cheeks flushed deep red with fever. He caught sight of Carol, large and formidable even in her pyjamas - and he burst into noisy tears.

“Please don’t make me go home!” he wept. Carol blinked, shocked - she’d never heard Alistair say please before. Julius started crying anew, kneeling beside Alistair on the floor and taking his friend’s hand.

“Please mum, let him stay here! Don’t send him home to his mum and dad. They keep hitting him even though we told the police, a-and he’s so sick, and t-they won’t look after him p-properly and…” He babbled on and on, hysterical, while Alistair sobbed loudly beside him, delirious and confused.

Carol stood straight and tall, making her voice calm and firm. “Okay, come on, you two, that’s enough. It’ll all be okay. Juli, he isn’t dying, you don’t have to cling onto him like that. Go get cleaned up, I’ll sort him out,” she ordered, and Julius went off, albeit a little reluctantly.

Carol grabbed Alistair and hauled him up, depositing him onto the bed. She stroked his hair away from his flushed, wet cheeks surprisingly gently, shushing him.

“Now you just stop all this wailing, Alistair Renfrew. You’ll only give yourself a sore head as well as a fever. There’s nothing to cry about, you’re safe here,” she said. Alistair clutched her sleeve desperately.

“C-can I stay..?”

“You know and I know that I’m going to have to call your parents, just so they know where you are. But I promise you, I will not let them take you home - not after they marked your face like that.” She held Alistair’s chin gently, peering at his bruises, her eyes alight with fire. “Who did that to you? Your father?”

Alistair nodded sadly, his eyes slipping to the floor. Carol sighed miserably, patting Alistair’s hair. No wonder the poor kid was always so standoffish and abrasive, if his own parents were hitting him for barely anything at home.

Carol held her hand to Alistair’s forehead. “You’re boiling hot… Don’t you worry, you’re not going anywhere tonight. I’m sure Juli won’t mind sharing his bed with you. Just relax, alright?” she whispered, and Alistair nodded, still crying softly.

Carol went down to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. She was staring at the water running into the sink, her face grave, when Julius came up behind her, his hair still wet from his shower.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?” he said angrily, his voice unusually hostile. Carol gave a sad sigh.

“I’ve tried, Juli. I told the police.”

“It’s not fair!” Julius suddenly exploded, stamping his foot in his passion. “Why won’t anyone listen? He’s crying out for help and nobody cares!”

Carol gripped her son by the shoulders, forcing him to look at her. “I know it’s not fair, Juli. As much as that boy can be a royal pain in the backside, it kills me to see him all over cuts and bruises like that. But there’s nothing I can do. I can keep him here as much as possible, but he’s not my son,” Carol said, looking pained. Julius shook his head wildly, refusing to give up.

“Tell the police again! Don’t just give in. No matter what people think of him, he’s a living, breathing person who feels and hurts just like everyone else. They’re hurting him, mum!” he cried, tears flowing down his cheeks again. Carol wiped her son’s face with her sleeves tenderly.

“I’m sorry, Juli. I’ve filed reports against his parents several times, I swear it. But you’ve seen the size of their house - it’s easy for his parents to invite the police officer inside and pour him a brandy and appear the model parents. Alistair Renfrew has a reputation - it wouldn’t be hard to convince the police that he got the cuts and bruises from fighting. I’ve tried, Juli, I really have,” she insisted, sounding choked up herself.

Julius visibly drooped, his face a mask of misery, almost breaking Carol’s heart. She pulled the boy into her arms, and Julius clutched onto her desperately.

“Alistair deserves so much better than this,” Julius whispered wretchedly. Carol stroked his damp curls.

“We’ll take care of him tonight, okay? Go on, get into bed with him, it’s getting fearfully late. I’ll be right up,” she said, giving Julius a pat to send him on his way. He dashed back upstairs obediently, his hair bouncing as he ran. Carol sighed once Julius was out of earshot, shaking her head in fond exasperation.

“Oh my poor Juli,” she muttered. “You’ve fallen hard for him, haven’t you?”

Yogscast Musical
  • So, Ceranovis and I were talking... And this happened. Thought I'd share.
  • Ceranovis: mmm
  • Ceranovis: I'm just imagining a yogs musical
  • Ceranovis: I bet it'd look a lot like Grease for some reason
  • Sunshine Skittles: Sunshine Skittles laughs!
  • Sunshine Skittles: I don't think it would be so bad thought to be honest
  • Sunshine Skittles: You'd just have to be very careful with musical choices
  • Sunshine Skittles: I mean
  • Sunshine Skittles: People love diggy diggy hole
  • Sunshine Skittles: XD
  • Sunshine Skittles: Or How do I craft this again
  • Sunshine Skittles: Or modding api
  • Sunshine Skittles: :P
  • Ceranovis: It wouldn't HAVE to be bad. But. I just want it to be like on the same level of that one vid they did where Xephos was dressed as riker with a fake beard and all that
  • Ceranovis: Because yogscast
  • Sunshine Skittles: Sunshine Skittles snickers.
  • Ceranovis: Oh man, just imagine Rythian having like an over-dramatic solo
  • Ceranovis: Or Strife
  • Sunshine Skittles: Sunshine Skittles laughs!
  • Sunshine Skittles: (heart)
  • Ceranovis: They've both got such deep voices
  • Sunshine Skittles: Strife has an evil business man song
  • Ceranovis: asjhsioldfhs
  • Sunshine Skittles: But spends it planting flowers
  • Sunshine Skittles: and petting animals
  • Sunshine Skittles: :)
  • Sunshine Skittles: LOL
  • Sunshine Skittles: Kelsey said it would be like the villain in the muppets movie
  • Sunshine Skittles: tex richman
  • Ceranovis: hehe
  • Sunshine Skittles: I picture rythians being very brooding
  • Sunshine Skittles: But like...
  • Ceranovis: Rythian pulls out the smoke machiens and all
  • Sunshine Skittles: the sun keeps ruining the dark atmospher...
  • Sunshine Skittles: or a rainbow shows up behind him and he just cuts off mid song. "Oh come on!"
  • Ceranovis: Zoey is on the rainbow
  • Sunshine Skittles: (heart)
  • Sunshine Skittles: Brief flash/uber zoom to her and the nyan cat song
  • Ceranovis: lol
  • Sunshine Skittles: Parv has the true villain song
  • Sunshine Skittles: And its oddly sexy
  • Ceranovis: yeaaah
  • Sunshine Skittles: and makes you want to do horrible things
  • Sunshine Skittles: ...
  • Sunshine Skittles: And like there is a cut at the end staged just after the song of him and will in bed together... because will just couldn't stop himself
  • Ceranovis: sfnkldnzv
  • Ceranovis: PLEASE
  • Sunshine Skittles: Sunshine Skittles giggles.
  • Ceranovis: Evil seducer Parv is my favourite thing ok?
  • Sunshine Skittles: Oh yeah
  • Sunshine Skittles: Evil seducer parv
  • Sunshine Skittles: I always picture that parv coming out
  • Sunshine Skittles: only when he's high on blood magic
  • Ceranovis: mmm
  • Sunshine Skittles: And its dangerous and I love it
  • Sunshine Skittles: Lying sings a lullaby that somehow sounds absolutely terrifying
  • Ceranovis: Dangerous men with smooth words are the best kind of awful
  • Sunshine Skittles: Oh yes
  • Sunshine Skittles: Oh yes please
  • Sunshine Skittles: Kirin has a tiny song from before he changed his affinity "rain rain... go away..."
  • Ceranovis: daaaw
  • Sunshine Skittles: Sunshine Skittles giggles.
  • Sunshine Skittles: Honeydew, xephos, and lalna will be our "heros"
  • Ceranovis: 3 stooges, more like
  • Sunshine Skittles: Xephos has this big song about bravery or somethign and its just ruined by honeydew falling on him just at a big impressive part of something. Oh. Digging up from the ground under him.
  • Ceranovis: hehe
  • Sunshine Skittles: Lalna gets to be the opening number singing about science and all the good stuff it can do, but with some lyrics that make you tip your head and be like "did he just" because he mentioned something evil you could do with science, and at the end there is a "minor" explosion
  • Sunshine Skittles: I feel... Like this should be shared with the fandom...
  • Sunshine Skittles: Because its beautiful
  • Sunshine Skittles: Hat films: "Anything you can do I can do better"
  • Sunshine Skittles: Sips is singing about dirt and it turns strangely sexual near the end and you wonder how much he loves soil
  • Sunshine Skittles: Kirin has a reprise at the very end, like an after credits thing "I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain~"
  • Sunshine Skittles: Sjin sings the sad love sick song
  • Ceranovis: I love anything you can do. perfect.
  • Ceranovis: Sips sings about dirt and then Sjin joins in and it gets dirt-y
  • Sunshine Skittles: ^That

This drabble didn’t fit the prompt I was trying to fill but I thought it was kind of cute so I’ll post it anyway. Also, I’m in a really wintery mood. In which Will is not a winter person.  (Poor Will is in for a rough winter, if things continue as they are.)

Nico stared warily down at his boyfriend, exasperated.  He’d found Will laid out spread eagle in the snow wearing only jeans and a light jacket, a tranquil smile on his face.  According to the kids from the Demeter cabin, he’d been there a while.

“What are you doing?”

Will’s eyes lazily blinked open.  “Soaking up the sunshine.  Only so much of it this time of year,” he grumbled, flopping his head back against the snow.

“I know you’re a son of Apollo, but I don’t think that makes you solar powered,” Nico deadpanned.

Will hummed.  “All humans need their vitamin D.  Why do you think I worry about you spending weeks on end in the Underworld?”

Nico rolled his eyes.  They were not having this argument now.  “They put Vitamin D in milk these days, you know?  And it’s probably a hell of a lot healthier to drink milk then risking hypothermia by lying for hours outside in freezing temperatures for no reason whatsoever.“

Will made a face.  “Don’t lecture a doctor about health.  I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re going to get sick.”

Will held up a finger.  “On the contrary, being cold doesn’t make you any more likely to get sick.  That’s just an old wife’s tale.”

“You’re really an idiot.”

“Hmm…. love you too.”  Normally, this would have caused Nico to grow adorably flustered and lose his train of thought, but today the son of Hades hardly so much as flinched, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.  

“Just get up.”

“But-”

“You’ve been out here for over an hour.  I’m sure you’ve gotten enough vitamin D.  So get up.  Now.”  

Will moaned softly.  Honestly, he’d stopped feeling cold a half hour ago. Now, his body just felt blissfully numb.  If he closed his eyes and focused on the sun, he could almost imagine he was sleeping in a soft bed of grass on a warm summer day.

“Pretending that it’s summer is not going to make the winter go away.”

Will emitted a pitiful sound at the fact that Nico had somehow read his mind. He hadn’t realized they were that close yet and it was actually kind of cute, if not a little annoying.  

Nico chose that moment to decide he was done being patient, and grabbed Will by the jacket, tugging him roughly to his feet.  The son of Apollo put up little resistance, slumping against him.

“You’re a toddler,” Nico hissed, dragging the other toward the Hades cabin.  Will had little choice but to follow him, defeated.

When they got inside the warm cabin, Nico immediately grabbed a blanket and wrapped it snugly around Will’s shoulders before the other could protest.  They sat side-by-side on Nico’s bed while Will shivered miserably.

“I hate winter.”

“You don’t say,” Nico replied, an amused lilt to his voice.

Will groaned and dropped his head onto Nico’s shoulder, attempting to bury his face in the crook of the other boy’s neck.

The son of Hades patted him on the back.  “Hey, only four more months.”

Will whimpered in despair.

Who You Should Fight: Incomplete Tales Player Character Edition
  • Cress: Fight Cress. Plot twist: do it with puns. I'll spot you one. "I wanted to be a dentist but I couldn't bear the thought of always looking down in the mouth."
  • Mint: Don't fight Mint. Why would you. Go bake something.
  • Chester: Fight Chester but only before he gets the chance to level up.
  • Claus: Fight Claus. Old bookworm is toast.
  • Arche: She can rain fire and lightning down from her flying broom. No part of this is a good idea. Don't fight Arche.
  • Suzu: If you're okay with the fact that she's a wee moppet, fight Suzu. Otherwise don't bother, she would sense your weakness.
  • Stahn: Fight Stahn first thing in the morning. Easy win.
  • Rutee: Engaging has only one inevitable outcome: she will rob you blind. Win, lose, draw, your wallet's ending up in her pocket somehow. Avoid.
  • Mary: DO NOT FIGHT MARY.
  • Garr: You might be able to beat Garr, but the guy is so gracious and nice you'd feel like a complete turd for it. Your call.
  • Chelsea: Fight Chelsea. If you refused she would just get pissed and pester you into it anyway. Might as well cut out the middleman.
  • Philia: Dude, don't fight Philia. She makes explosives as a hobby. Even if you did somehow win, she's a tiny priestess with glasses bigger than her head. There's no good outcome here.
  • Leon: Don't fight Leon. Befriend Leon. Then fight Leon. He will be easier to defeat if you confuse him with feelings first.
  • Bruiser: Fight Bruiser. Not because you could win, but because he would want you to fight him. You'll pretty definitely lose, actually. But then he would be your bro.
  • Karyl: I mean, I guess if you really hate music? Seems like a hollow victory though, beating up a band nerd.
  • Lilith: Do not fight Lilith. She has spent her life kicking her brother around. She will destroy you with cookware. Befriend Lilith and maybe she will make you pancakes instead.
  • Reid: Lbr, you would have a hell of a time provoking him into it. Just take a nap and get lunch with him later.
  • Farah: Do not fight Farah. She will murder you and not feel sorry about it.
  • Keele: You could take Keele. You probably wouldn't feel that good about it though.
  • Meredy: Don't fight Meredy. I don't have any solid reasoning here, it just seems like a bad idea and mean besides.
  • Max: Fight Max. This is easier said than done as the guy is a monster. But he would respect you and talk about cute animals with you if you survive.
  • Chat: Fight Chat. You definitely won't feel good about this, but it's the only way to avoid getting press-ganged into her service.
  • Lloyd: It can't be done. He has already made friends with you in the time it took to read that sentence.
  • Colette: Don't fight Colette, what the hell is wrong with you? Fuck. Go pet some dogs and rethink your life.
  • Genis: You could slam dunk this punk-ass nerd, but it would be sweeter to beat him in a contest of brains. Crack those books!
  • Raine: Nothing to gain here. Don't fight Raine. Use her to help you destroy Genis.
  • Kratos: Fight Kratos. Just fucking go to town on his ass. Then send him to some fucking parenting classes.
  • Sheena: Fight Sheena. She'll be offended if you don't and beat you up anyway.
  • Zelos: Zelos fights dirty. There's not really much to be gained by physical confrontation. Take a leaf from Lloyd's book and destroy him with the power of friendship. Pulverize him with trust. Slaughter him with your good heart.
  • Presea: You couldn't win, and if you did, you would have just beaten up a twelve-year-old with pigtails. Don't fight Presea.
  • Regal: This one is almost too easy. Make him feel guilty about something first and he won't even try to fight back. All yours.
  • Senel: Dude is stone cold. Unless you're Shirley, don't. If you are Shirley, absolutely do.
  • Shirley: Definitely don't fight Shirley. There are only three ways this fight could go: you would be fighting a destructive immortal primal force, you would be fighting a pissed off Senel, or you would be fighting Shirley. None of these is the key to a good life.
  • Will: Fight Will. Fight Will the same way you would play with a dog: throw him a bone. While he's distracted geeking out over Australopuffenstuff, he should go down with relative ease, despite his size.
  • Chloe: Fight Chloe. She has so much honor a dirty trick or two would bring her down without much trouble.
  • Moses: Go ahead and fight Moses. A single purple nurple would destroy him.
  • Norma: Whether or not you should fight Norma depends entirely on who else is around that she might try to put between herself and you.
  • Jay: It is impossible to fight dirtier than Jay. No matter how low you think you're sinking, he will sink lower. Don't fight Jay. You can't win.
  • Grune: Dude, why would you fight Grune? Do you hate happiness and joy that much? Don't fight Grune you emo nihilist fuck.
  • Luke: Fight Luke. There's not really much behind this choice, only I think he would appreciate the chance to spar. What? IT'S OKAY TO BE NICE SOMETIMES.
  • Tear: Don't fight Tear. She can knock you out cold in half a dozen notes. Not a smart or lucrative move on your part.
  • Guy: There's nothing wrong with choosing to fight Guy, but why would you? He's so friendly and chill. Hang out with Guy instead.
  • Anise: Don't fight Anise. Hunt for a rich husband with Anise. Or be her rich husband, I guess, if that's a viable option.
  • Jade: Do you have a death wish don't fight Jade he may not kill you on the spot but you will never feel secure sleeping with both eyes closed again.
  • Natalia: Fighting Natalia means invoking the wrath of an entire country. In a world where there are only two countries. I wouldn't advise it.
  • Asch: Hasn't the guy been through enough, shit
  • Yuri: Fight Yuri. Absolutely fight Yuri. I will pay you to fight Yuri. Just punch him in the face as hard as you fucking can.
  • Estelle: Fight Estelle if you can do it without being a dick about it. She'll thank you for the privilege, then patch you right up.
  • Repede: The fuck would you fight a dog for are you a sociopath are you on the road to becoming a serial killer
  • Karol: He's twelve and once stood his ground against a giant fish monster. Don't fight Karol. Don't be that guy.
  • Rita: Bro, what part of this sounds like a good idea? She wouldn't even feel bad about flaying you.
  • Raven: Fight Raven if you have boobs at all and are willing to use them to your advantage. If not, you could probably still take him but it's going to take a bit more effort.
  • Judith: Do I even need to say it? She will destroy you. Do you want to be destroyed? Don't fight Judith.
  • Flynn: Fight Flynn. Dude will only play by the rules and can't even do fatal strikes. Take his ass down. Then fight Yuri again.
  • Asbel: Don't fight Sophie.
  • Sophie: Don't fight Sophie.
  • Hubert: Don't fight Sophie.
  • Cheria: Don't fight Sophie.
  • Malik: Don't fight Sophie.
  • Pascal: Don't fight Sophie.
  • Richard: Don't fight Sophie.
  • Jude: Why would you fight a tiny puppy? A tiny puppy med student. Why would you do this were you not hugged enough as a child.
  • Milla: Go for it. You probably won't win, depending on your timing, but I mean. Both of you would probably find it an entertaining learning experience if you don't die.
  • Alvin: Absolutely fight Alvin. Fight him right now. Fucking go. If you fight one person on this list, fight Kratos. But if you fight two also fight Alvin.
  • Elize: Wh
  • Rowen: Either you're dead or you just beat up an old man whose only crime was trying to serve you tea. Do you feel good about yourself? Do you??
  • Leia: Don't fight Leia. She is a genki red oni who was never taught the meaning of mercy. Team up with Leia to fight Alvin again.
Heartbroke Part 1 - Requested (Ashton)

Hey! This request wasn’t given much detail so i went with a different angel of being cheated on to hopefully make it a little different. (hii can you write a sad ashton imagine about how he cheated on you) ENJOY!!!

‘Babe am I okay to go out tonight?’ You ask heading into the living room where Ashton is lying on the floor with Billy stretched out at his arms; you smile and sit next to them crossing your legs.

'I’m going out tonight’ he tells you sitting up with Billy and bouncing him in his knee.

'You are?’ You frown and he nods. 'Yeah I asked you last week and you said it was fine, I can’t really cancel it’s for Gab’s birthday he explain and you nod waving you hand a little.

'Of course, sorry I completely forgot, it’s no worries I will text Kate’ you tell him, but he shakes his head 'no, no don’t do that you haven’t had a night to yourself for a while, I’m sure mum will have him’ he tells you, pulling his phone from his pocket but you snatch it from him.

'No it’s fine honestly’ you drop his phone on the sofa as you stand up, you hold the door frame as you walk through and then swing back, which catches Ashton’s attention 'oh and he has just are Ash, you’re gonna be covered in puke’ you state matter of fact.

You’re loading the steriliser and chatting to Kate on the phone when Ashton walks in you turn hearing Billy’s little sounds. And see Ashton straight faces with milk sick down his shirt, you bite you lip reaching your arms out to take Billy, Ashton narrows his eyes as he hands him over ‘don’t say it’ he mutters, you hold Billy in your arms and laugh a little, ‘Kate I will call you back’ you speak into the phone, watching Ashton pull off his shirt.

'No wait, tell her your free tonight’ he shouts, you frown telling Kate you need a second. 'What?’ You ask.

'I called my mum, she’s free to have Bill’ he tells you and then flashes you a goofy grin, you roll your eyes. 'Kate I’m free tonight’ you speak; she cheers before you hang up.

'I told you not to bother your mum’ you whine, he shakes his head moving closer to you, he places a hand in your hip and strokes Billy’s cheek with the other, 'she loves having him, I mean look at him, who wouldn’t want to cuddle with a mini me all night’ he winks and you laugh pressing into him as much as Billy would let you.

'I love you’ you tell him pecking his lips, when you pull away you see he is smirking and narrow your eyes a little 'what?’ You question.

'Is that all I get?’ He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh leaning forward a little.

'NO PDA INFRONT OF THE LITTLE ONE’ Michael screams rushing into the room and taking Billy from you, the perks of your husband being I a band, they just wonder into your house.

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You hand the money to the driver and smile politely ‘Keep the change Wol’ you tell him, after chatting the whole half an hour car ride from the club. You haven’t drunk much while being out, but you had fun, just like the old days with the girls. You unlock the door to your house, and shocked to see a pair of high heels thrown on the floor near the door. You sigh imagining Michael or Calum shaking up with some stranger in your spare room.

You sneak up the stairs as quite as possible not to disturb your guests. The door to yours and Ashton’s bedroom is ajar and there is a dim light coming through to the landing, you, push the door open and freeze.

Your heart stops beating, your eyes stinging, a ball rises in your throat, and you realise you haven’t breathed for a moment. ‘Ashton’ you breath out, his head turns, looking over his shoulder, you see in the dim light his eyes widen before throwing himself on the other side of the bed.

’(Y/N)’ his voice is groggy, exactly the way he sounds after you guys have sex, but this time it doesn’t make you smile or bite your lip, instead it disgusts you, you can feel bile raising in your throat.

'I..I don’t’ you can form any words as you let your eye wonder to the naked stranger lying in your half of the bed. And you spin, tears streaming, when you reach the bottom of the stairs you cling to the banister and squeeze your eyes closed, you breath in heavily, your who body numb but your insides feel like they are on fire. You hear a bang upstairs and footsteps, you can’t see him; you rush through your door and down the street. You rest your back against the wall before sliding down, your tears flowing, your chest aching, mind spinning. Your there for a while until you pull yourself together enough to call a taxi and go to Anne’s house.

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You unbuckle Billy’s car seat and take him in your arm, you carry him to the gate of the house, as you walk through the gate, the front door swings open and Ashton rushes out, you can only manage to glace at him he looks a mess.

‘(Y/N) I didn’t think you were coming back’ he rushes towards you, you keep your eyes on Billy as you hand him to Ashton, he takes him rocking him a little, but you can feel his eyes on you, he goes to reach an arm to you but you shake your head. ‘I’m getting our stuff’ your voice is a whisper tired from the long night crying. ‘(Y/N) please don’t, please don’t do this’ he begs. But you ignore his please and rush up the stairs; you can hear Ashton and Anne talking down stairs. You grab a couple of bags from the spare room and head into Billy’s room, pulling out his things and neatly packing them. Tears are pouring down your cheeks, dropping on his things as you pack. You hear Ashton coming up the stairs and you heart beats faster.

‘Baby, baby please stop, talk to me for a minute’ his voice is raspy, and you know he is crying without even looking at him. He spins you to him, his hand holding the side of your face, his thumb wiping your tears, you can’t move from him, and just let a small sob leave you lips. ‘Please stop crying, baby I’m so sorry, I….I please just…please stay’ he begs, you shake your head.

‘Ashton I walked in on you with her, I don’t even know wh…I’m so fucking lost, we were meant to be forever, we have our son, fuck we have been planning another baby and yo….I can’t even look at you’ you cry biting your lip and taking a huge breathe in to try and calm you down, as you step back out of his hold. Tears are streaming from his pained red eyes as he shakes his head.

‘No, fuck no, I love you, I love you so much..you and Billy mean the fucking world to me. I messed up..I dunno what I was doing..I haven’t stopped thinking of you all night..’ he is chocking over his words from the tears.

‘You should have been thinking of me before you brought her back to our home, into our room, our fucking bed Ashton’ you voice gets strong, surprising you and Ashton, he nods a little biting his lip as he rubs his forehead. ‘You, you have broken he Ashton, you have broken my heart, I..I am so in love with you, but I can’t even look at you, I hate you for doing this to me, to Billy…we aren’t kids anymore Ashton, you can’t talk me round….you broke up this family, our family’ you tell him, he’s frozen, doesn’t move a muscle, you can’t take being in this house any longer and zip the bag, you decide to get your things another time or ask Anne to pick you some up. You head for the door but he pushes it closed.

‘Don’t, don’t, stay with me please..please stay’ he’s begging, but you just shake your head biting your lip to stop the sobs. ‘You can see Billy every day until we figure thing out’ you try to reassure him but he shakes his head ‘No, no, I don’t want to figure things out, I want you, I want you and Billy, please don’t leave me (Y/N)’ he begs but you force the door open and run down the stairs ‘I’m done’ you tell Anne, she has tears in her eyes but smile following you out with Billy, you hold the door for her and she steps out ‘I’m so sorry Anne’ you whisper ‘Don’t be, come on let’s get you two back’ she kisses your forehead and you nod, feeling another tear slide down your cheek.

‘(Y/N), Billy’ Ashton shouts as he rushes down the stairs, your eyes lock for a second before you close the door behind between you. 

Part 2

From Chelsea

anonymous asked:

Could you do one where they find out you have an rating disorder? I just really need that right now. It's been kinda hard for me and I know this doesn't really make sense but I feel like it will help Ilysm

[I’ve been through it all, and know how hard it is. Please message me off anon so we can talk. You’re so beautiful and don’t deserve to be suffering this. Am considering making a proper one shot, regarding a topic like so, if I get any response from this. xxx]

Okay so you would always try and hide the disorder from him, like, always trying to have dates that didn’t involve eating and I can just imagine so many problems would arise from it all the time. Like, he would be really really keen to take you out for a really nice date because he always just takes you to like the movies, or just to beach or something, or you’d just hand at home. So basically, he would be dying to just go out somewhere really fancy. 

So imagine that you’d just be lying down on his bed hanging out together and then he would be like, ‘babe, tomorrow night I’m taking you out to that new italian restaurant and we will fucking dress up and have a damn 3 course meal and I’ll even order bloody red wine.’ And you would be like wtf, because it was so random for him to suddenly be so into this idea and then you’d also be thinking like no no no we can’t go out for a dinner. So you’d just be like, 'babe, I kinda like just staying at home and just being casual with you,’ and he would think you’re just saying that and he’d be really determined like, 'no, sweet heart, I know every girl wants to be taken out by their man and I never take you any where nice,’ and you would go to protest again but he’d just put his hand over your mouth and be like, 'nope, we are doing this and you can wear that dress you’ve been telling me about.’

And right about now, you were just thinking well okay, I’ll just have to go for option 2 right. So then on the night you would just have to go to the toilet after every course and get rid of it all. But every time you would come back, he’d say something like, ‘are you okay?’ ‘are you feeling sick? That’s like the fourth time you’ve been to the toilet?’ and you’d just brush it off like, 'nah nah I’m fine, stop worrying.' 

And anyway that was that night in a nutshell. (quite awful) and you would just find that after that event, he would continuously want you to go out to restaurants or even if you were at home, he’d always buy junk food or any food really and he’d be chomping away at stuff constantly and offering you food, but you’d just always have to deject the offer awkwardly or, like, eat a little bit and then somehow get to the toilet after. And this would just go on for weeks, and gradually he would just get more and more pressuring with heaps of questions and comments, like, 'oh, okay, not eating again I see,’ or, ‘do you really always get the runs when we go out to eat.’

Just the consistent pressuring from him would be getting to a point where you didn’t know if you could handle it anymore and every night you would go home crying and stressing out about what your next excuse would be when he tried to make you eat. And it would be so awful for you being in the relationship that eventually you would just have to admit that you can’t do this. You can’t be in a relationship. 

So the next time you were together, you’d be so out of your mind and literally just letting the disorder take over your actions and you’d do the typical 'we need to talk,’ and you’d sit him down. And you could tell he was just as nervous as you were bc he’d be like heavy breathing and gulping and you would just flat out say it, ‘I don’t think this is working, and I would like to break up with you.’ And hearing this, Ashton wouldn’t even react in the slightest, he would just bluntly reply with, 'Why?’ And you’d think, like, fuck did not prepare for this, and you’d stutter like, 'um, I, I just don’t think we are good together,’ and he’d be staring directly at you and not letting it go and being like, 'No, I actually don’t believe that. What’s the real reason?’

And he would be so harsh about it, you would have tears rolling down your face because you were just embarrassed and feeling stupid and he would see that you’re about to full on sob and he’d keep his serious tone and be like, ’[Y/n], are you trying to break up with me because I keep taking you out for meals?’ And you would be like… wait.. where is he going with this.. And realising you weren’t going to reply, he’d continue brutally like, 'Is it because you can’t eat? And you’re starving yourself and throwing up every single bit of food that goes into your mouth, so now all of your ribs are poking out?’ and theree we go, he definitely knows what’s up. So you wouldn’t even be able to respond at all and then he would just take in a huge breath and must’ve noticed he was being too harsh or something and he’d take your hand and be much much softer like, 'baby, I’m not stupid. I know what you’re doing to yourself, and I’ve just been waiting for you to tell me about it in your own time. But I’m not letting you break up with me, okay? I’m gonna help you, love.' 

That would just make you absolutely weep because nobody had ever realised before that you had a problem like this before, and nobody had ever offered to help and ugh he’s just beautiful. And you’d be balling it into his chest and he’d just be rubbing your back and stroking your hair and cooing words like, 'You’re not going to do this alone, gorgeous, I’m going to do everything in my power to get to the bottom of this and help you to get better. I love you so much and we aren’t going to let this disorder win, okay?’

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a 4/4 (or just one I don't really mind tbh) about them when you're ill BC I am ill RN and this would make me happy😂😂😂

[I’m praying you get better soon! + sorry this has taken ages xxx]

Okay so you’d be just runny nose and sneezes and feeling super weak, and it would’ve been slowly increasing for days but the sickness would reach an absolute peak on this day. And you’d just be lying down in your bed and you’d be feeling dizzy and awful and barely aware of anything that was happening, but you’d feel a really warm hand on your forehead and his voice like, ‘Baby, you’re staying in today, I’m not letting you go out.' 

And he’d say it like it was a warning??? but, like, you didn’t plan on going out anyway, you were clearly dying!??! And he would leave for a while and come back and weave your hair out of your face with his fingers and be like, ‘Okay, muffin, can you sit up for me?’ and you’d just whimper and he’d have to lift you so you could sit up and he’d go, ‘that’s my girl,’ in a stupid voice like he was talking to a baby

And then he’d like give you medicine and stuff and be kissing your forehead and, ‘good girl,’ whenever you downed a pill. But he’d speak to you like you were actually 3 years old, and you knew for a fact that he was just revelling in this situation where he had even more control over you than usual because you couldn’t even move. But, like, you didn’t actually care that much, like, he was being super cute and very touchy as well. Like, heaps of rubbing your arm and kissing your cheek

THEN he would be like, 'now, I think you’ll feel better and refreshed if you had a nice shower, sweet heart,’ and omg….. there was no way you were getting out of the bed to go and -no, there wouldn’t even be time to complain bc he’d already be taking the quilt off you and literally picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the bathroom. 

So you’d have to like wearily sit down on the toilet seat as he helped you (actually just did it for u tho) get off your clothes, and you’d be like moaning because you’d just be in pain and so many sniffles. And he’d be saying all this motivational bullshit, like, 'almost there, baby,’ and, 'just gotta get these socks off now,’ and you’re thinking like shut the fuck up and let me sleep assshole. But then you’d be annoyed bc when he was taking his own clothes off, you were feeling so crappy and dizzy and you could barely even get a good glimpse of his body and he was too quick in getting naked and dammit boy

But then he’d turn the water on, and come back over and lift you up with his arms, but you’d still kinda be standing, just all of your weight would be supported by him, and he’d bring you into the shower and ugh. It actually would feel so good. And he’d keep kissing your forehead and you’d just shut your eyes and lie on his chest as he held your body up and damn, he’d just be like smoothing your hair down under the water and it would actual feel so refreshing

And then when he helped you out, you would feel super clean and heaps better but he’d still have to be the one to dry you off and he’d be talking (to himself bc you still had no energy to reply) like, 'do you feel better now, baby?’ and 'you look a bit better,’ and 'i’ll get some comfy clothes and then we can go watch a movie.’

And then legit, the entire day would just be your favourite movies and so much cuddling and he’d constantly kiss your neck and he’d be rather happy just ruling over you like, 'drink this for me, babe,’ and, 'that’s it,’ 'aww, my poor baby,’ and idk he would have good intentions tho so god bless

Habits - Requested (Michael)

This was requested by Anon (Can i have a mikey one?? Based off the song habits (stay high) by tove lo??? Plz i love your account btww) okay s i have never heard this song before, i had a little and its not too bad haha, anayways ENJOY!!!!

Your head is banging, you groan feeling the warm glare of the sun on your face and fours yourself to open your eyes, when you do you squint from the light coming through the window. You let out a tired groan as you rub your face into the pillow, your body stretching to wake itself up. You push yourself up and shuffle into your bum, sanding and looking around the room for your clothes. Getting dressed you take the time to look at the guy lying naked in the bed, his blonde shabby hair messed, his lips slightly parted and his stubble covering what you imagine an amazing jaw line. Over all he is one of the best looking guys you have found yourself with this week, you’d stay, if you could remember his name. So you leave checking your keys and phone are still in your bag and slipping out of the door.

As you walk down the street there is a couple, laughing, their hands locked walking on the other side; you remember the picture Calum took of you and Michael walking down the street. You need to see it, so you pull out your phone and scroll through your pictures but your eyes fix on one with you pulling a strange face while Michael’s tongue is pressed against your cheek. You can feel it, everything, you can feel as your coming down and you know you need more.

‘Hey Slim I need more’ your voice is groggy from the long night and lack of sleep.

'No worries darlin, same place?’

'I’ll be ten minutes’ with that you hang up and quicken your pace.

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You slide into the bath, once your body is enveloped in the warm water and fluffy bubbles you reach out for your pot noodle. Dinner in the bathtub this is your life now. You don’t take long to dry off and throw on some clothes, adding some mascara and eye liner and heading back out. You can spend a night in this empty house.

'This is weird, you’ve been really off lately’ you friend shouts over the blaring music as you watch two women pull at each other’s cloyed as their mouths move on each other. 'Can we get out of here, I don’t like it’ she tries again. 'You can’t keep doing this shit because Michael left’ hearing his name is like a knife through the heart.

'Just go home’ you growl at her before walking through the people to the bar, you’re not alone long as a girl slide over from her bar stool. And after a couple of minutes a couple of guys join you, shot after shot, and his lips are in your neck, you can’t go home alone. It’s only in the taxi you notice this guy is easily thirty plus, probably some bodies daddy. His hand is traveling up your thigh and you whisper in his ear 'make this fast and greasy’ you know you’re numb and way too easy.

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Not sure what day it is but your craving Twinkies, so you open the bag full you just bought with the last of your money. Pack after pack your starting to feel sick, the bile raising in your throat and you run to the bathroom, throwing yourself over the tub, and it comes, the smile making even yourself crunch your nose, you’re tired and want to sleep so you climb in the tub, sleep wake puck, it goes on for about an hour before you really do fall asleep, right there in your sick.

'Fuck, hey, (Y/N), babe wake up’ his voice, it’s as always, playing with your sleep, pushing into your dreams. How you’d love to see him again. Feel his arms around you like you do now, if only it was real.

'Drink this, (Y/N), fuck what have you done to yourself’ he sounds sad, you worry, he can’t be sad in your dreams too. 'I love you’ he whispers, you feel his breath against your ear, and smile, that’s how it unused to be. If only you could reach out and touch him, get him to hold you.

You push your hands out wishing he was there when you hand hits something, soft, you flatten your hand and stroke a shirt, a shirt, a person, someone is here, but you came home alone tonight, your eyes fly open but before you see them you eyelids drop again.

'That’s it babe, wake up, open your eyes’ no could it really be, was he really here. This time you open them and they stay open. 'Michael’ your voice his baily a whisper your body holding no energy.

'Baby, what have you done, sleep, just sleep, I’ll stay right here’ you don’t need any more encouragement you fall asleep.

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Your eyes fly open and you see your in your own bed, alone so no one wanted you last night, you don’t remember much from last night, nothing really but you do vaguely remember dreaming about him. You force yourself out of bed and into your living room, you hear a clatter in the kitchen, your heart beats fast against your chest as you slowly and quietly make your way in.

'Michael’ you’re frozen in your spot and he spins around, a small frown in his face.

'Your awake, I made breakfast, sorry about the mess you know I’m not much of a cook’ he is casual, like nothing has changed.

'Why are you here’ your voice is baily a whisper, so many emotions rushing through you, god you can feel it all again, it’s time you have to numb yourself.

'We need to talk’ his words distract you. As he sits at the table a pile of pancakes in the middle. He takes one and rips a little off popping it into his mouth. You lower yourself into the seat opposite him.

'Gina called me, she said you were bad, I dunno what I was expecting but not this, this isn’t you, you’ve always been so against drugs, not a huge drinker, your different, I don’t know who you are like this’ him words only hurt you but you are blank, you don’t want to speak just listen, listen to his voice, watch his lips, take in his smell not knowing if you will have the chance again.

'I did this, I left you, god I’m such an idiot, I never thought, I dunno, I didn’t really think at all it just happened, at the time everything I told you I meant it but as soon as I was gone I hated myself for leaving you, I’ve thought about you every day, missing you, driving myself crazy looking at our pictures. I love you, god I always will love you, please, please let me help you, get us back to normal’ his words are sincere, his small smile genuine, his eyes locked with yours.

'Michael you didn’t want me before, I’m even more fucked up now’ you sigh, remembering the day he left you. Remembering his words.

'I can’t deal with you, your so closed down all the time, you can’t even tell me you love me half the time, I need more, more emotion, I need to feel needed and you’re not doing it, I can’t love you anymore’

'I was an idiot, I was having a bad day, you are closed up but that’s part of you and all I can ask is that you give me the chance, the time to study you, and one day I will know how you feel without saying a word.’ He explains.

You smile a little before looking down, you can feel the words on the tip if your tongue, 'I love you’ his hand wraps around your, 'I love you too’

From Chelsea