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The First Drabble Game

So today I hit 200 followers?? It’s so crazy to think about, I know. But yeah, I decided to do a drabble game for this milestone! 

It’s simple really, just drop a character and a number (or two, or three, or fifty) into my inbox and I’ll try to get it done as soon as possible!

  1. “I hate you.”
  2. “Get out.”
  3. “Why would you do that?”
  4. “What am I seeing right now?”
  5. “Please just—just go…”
  6. “You’re really pretty, you know that right?”
  7. “I hate this game,”
  8. “I don’t dance.”
  9. “Yes please!”
  10. “We’re not okay.”
  11. “You make me so… frustrated,”
  12. “Why are you like this?”
  13. “I can’t believe this!”
  14. “I’ve got a present for you…”
  15. “Can I have this dance?”
  16. “Let’s nap?”
  17. “You’re unbearable…”
  18. “What’s wrong?”
  19. “Watch out!”
  20. “Can you maybe not?”
  21. “Would you mind getting out of the way?”
  22. “I don’t need you to take care of me all the time.”
  23. “This argument is pointless.”
  24. “Don’t shout at me…”
  25. “Should we set up camp?”
  26. “Are you alright?”
  27. “Why don’t we just talk about it in the morning?”
  28. “I’m hungry…”
  29. “You know that I don’t like surprises,”
  30. “That’s gross.”
  31. “You know, one thing I’d really love is to sleep on an actual, real bed tonight. Not the ground.”
  32. “It’s too hot today,”
  33. “Pretty please?”
  34. “We were made for eachother, weren’t we?”
  35. “Are you actually going to eat that?”
  36. “Hey, pipe down,”
  37. “Thank you,”
  38. “No.”
  39. “You’re so exhausting…”
  40. “Does everything have to go like that?”
  41. “Please don’t be angry,”
  42. “But—”
  43. “You’re insufferable!”
  44. “Can you leave me alone?”
  45. “Just give me a minute,”
  46. “Let’s go…”
  47. “Can I borrow some Gil?”
  48. “Your smile is my favourite smile,”
  49. “Why do I like you again?”
  50. “I need to get out of here,”
  51. “I’m tired.”
  52. “Make me dinner, please?”
  53. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
  54. “That’s nice.”
  55. “Why aren’t you happy for me?”
  56. “It isn’t my birthday today, you know that right?”
  57. “Did you really decide to take on another hunt? Tonight?!”
  58. “This makes me feel sick,”
  59. “Can we just run away from all of this?”
  60. “Why not?”
  61. “Take me on an adventure!”
  62. “Can I drive for a little bit?”
  63. “Why don’t we talk about this some more over a cup of coffee?”
  64. “I’ll pay…”
  65. “Stop stealing my thunder!”
  66. “This is a complete disaster.”
  67. “What are your parents going to say when they see this?”
  68. “Are you… hiding?”
  69. “Let’s play a game,”
  70. “Who said that you could use the kitchen—everyone knows that you might accidentally blow it up…”
  71. “I’m not ticklish.”
  72. “Five more minutes?”
  73. “But it’s so cold outside…”
  74. “Are those cup noodles?”
  75. “This is boring.”
  76. “I never loved you in the first place.”
  77. “That’s petty,”
  78. “Are you sure?”
  79. “I’m not jealous.”
  80. “Please don’t leave.”
  81. “Of course I have one,”
  82. “I’m leaving today,”
  83. “You’ve got to move on,”
  84. “We might find a place in this world someday,”
  85. “Tents are overrated, anyway.”
  86. “I need to be who I am.”
  87. “You make me sick,”
  88. “But what about us?”
  89. “I’ve got to do what’s best for me.”
  90. “I think we need to talk,”
  91. “At least for now, I’ve got to go my own way.”
  92. “I hope you understand…”
  93. “This isn’t a threat, is it?”
  94. “You’ll be okay.”
  95. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
  96. “Do you promise?”
  97. “There’s something I have to tell you,”
  98. “What do you mean we can’t just steal all the Chocobos?”
  99. “Come in!”
  100. “I love you.”
Milkshakes - Newt

Your name: submit What is this?


I sighed for what was probably the 100th time today. I wasn’t allowed in the medhut, which meant I wasn’t allowed to do my job, so I hung out around Gally. I hung upside down on a tree, handing him tools.

“Oh my god, you have to shut up. You are getting on my chucking nerves!” He snapped. I rolled my eyes.

“Whatever,” I dismissed. He rolled his eyes at my response. I handed him the hammer, which he took.

“Just talk to him,” he suggested softly.

“No,” I answered without a thought.

“Y/N. You like him. He likes you, not only that, but he really needs you right now.”

“He should have thought of that before he jumped,” I grumbled.

“Y/N—“

“I know. I know… That was harsh, but you get my point,” I told him. “He clearly doesn’t like me,” I crossed my arms.

“That’s not true.”

“If he did, he would have either told me or talked to me!” I defended myself. He sighed. “Besides,” I muttered, “I’m not allowed in there, anyways.”

“Really? I didn’t notice,” he grumbled under his breath. I scowled at him, making him roll his eyes again. “Look, the only reason you’re not allowed in there is because Minho, Alby, everybody knows you’d just yell at him if you went in there, which is something he doesn’t need right now.”

“Of course I’d yell, I’m pissed!” I yelled, making the other builders look at me. “Sorry,” I apologized as they went back to work. They, surprisingly, like working quietly.

“Okay, you want to know why he didn’t tell you? You honestly want to know?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Because he knew you’d try and talk him out of it.”
“Is that bad?!” I whisper-yelled

“No, it’s not, but he was stupid.”

“You’re shucking right about that,” I agreed.

“Anyways, you’d be successful in doing so. And do you know why?” I rose my eyebrow. “Because he likes you.”

“He doesn’t—“

“He does, believe me. Anybody could see it. A blind man could see it,” he assured me. “Anyways, he didn’t tell you that because he’s dense. Just like you.”

“Hey!” I screamed, making the builders look at me again. “Sorry!” I apologized again. I glared at my best friend. “Anyways, so what? Do you want me to march in there, act like I’m okay with it?” I asked. “Pretend that every thing is hunky Dory? Everything’s a-okay? It’s not a-okay! He just tried to kill himself!” I whispered the last part.

“Yeah, well, save the screaming for another day, yeah? For now, go do what you do best and help the fella,” he advised. I pulled myself up the tree so I could sit up.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you don’t want me here.”

“No offense, but I don’t. All you’ve helped me done is hammer a nail into a plank of wood and your disturbing the other builders,” he admitted. I rolled my eyes.

“Fine, I’ll go.” I climbed down the tree.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But you’re giving me ice cream,” I completed. He looked at me incredulously.

“I helped you!” He yelled.

“You want be to be nice to people when I’m so angry you could fuel a rocket ship to Pluto and still have enough to compress Peanut Butter into a diamond,” I crossed my arms. “The ice cream will make sure I’m not biting your head off. I’m helping you,” I shrugged before walking to the mess hall. I asked Frypan for something with a bunch of sugar, and he delivered. I had the most intense chocolate milkshake of my life. 


Alby and Minho crossed their arms, blocking their entrance. I rolled my eyes. 

“Look, I promise, cross my heart, hope to die, that I will not scream or yell. If I do, you could escort me out and cut off my reading privileges for 30 days,” I bargained. They exchanged a look before moving aside. “Thank you,” I sighed, walking in. I looked at the blond boy and I sat on a stool.

“You’re pissed,” he said bluntly. “I could see that from 50 kilometers away.” I spun around on the stool, going faster each time.

“Maybe, but we’re not gonna talk about that,” I chuckled. “We are gonna talk about the real issue here and that issue is that I, Y/N, am bored.” I put myself to an abrupt stop as the whole world spun. I stood up.

“I don’t think—“ He began, but I put my hand up.

“Shhh!!!!” I shushed him. “Don’t be party pooper! I bet that—“ I fell on the floor the minute I tried to take a step forward.

“Y/N! Are you—“ He was cut off by my laughing on the floor. Jeff came in and ran to me.

“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?”

“The whole world spun around and it did, like, a milluple pirouette and then I went down—“ I stopped laughing. “I just realized, my down is somebody else’s up and somebody else’s up is my down,” my eyes widened.

“Y/N?” Jeff asked. “Are you sick or something?” I shook my head.

“I’ll tell you what though, I am totally not bored now,” I laughed. 

“Okay,” Jeff rose an eyebrow. “Let’s get you up on this bed,” he helped me stand up and he let me to a bed next to Newt’s.

“I’m not sick though! I swear!” I put my hand up like I was doing an oath.

“Uhuh, but you’re certainly not well.”

I’m not crazy I’m just a little unwell, I know, right now you don’t care, but soon enough you’re gonna think of me, and how I used to be… me… talking to myself in public—“ I sang.

“Okay, Y/N. Why don’t you rest a little while?” He suggested.

“I swear! I’m not sick! I’m just on a sugar high because it’s…” I cleared my throat, “High noon,” I said in my best western cowboy accent.

“Uhuh, sure. Okay. I’ll check on you later, okay? Stay on that bed, okay?” He suggested. I nodded feverishly and he left.

“Milkshakes are awesome!” I yelled after a while, letting my back fall onto the bed.

“What?” Newt chuckled. I sat up quickly.

“Milkshakes. They’re awesome,” I told him. “Anyways,” I clapped my hands together. “Do you ever think of nothing?”

“What are you on about?” Newt laughed.

“Like, do you ever thing about nothing? Not like you’re not thinking, but you’re thinking of the word nothing and the concept of it?” I asked. He shook his head. I swung my legs onto the bed. “Do you think that anyone has ever tried to capture nothing? Like they go out and they try to get nothing into a jar and say, proudly, that they successfully captured nothing?”

“No?”

“Why not?” I whined. “You know how hard it is? To get nothing.”

“How?” He played along. I grinned and looked at him.

“Like… you can go up to space and that empty space actually has photons and electrons, they just don’t interact with anything. You’d need a lot of energy to capture absolutely, positively nothing. And then the dictionary describes the word nothing as something of no importance or concern; not anything, no thing, not a thing. You follow?”

“Yeah, I understand,” he rose an eyebrow.

“So then when you capture nothing, it becomes significant. It is something of importance or concern so then nothing becomes nothing. The idea of nothing that I just drew is now something and not nothing. So then, you actually can’t capture nothing, that’s what makes it difficult. The minute you capture nothing, it becomes something. The minute you think of nothing, it becomes something. So, it’s actually impossible to capture nothing if you want to capture nothing or even think about capturing nothing. So, you can’t preserve it, you have to let it go, but even then, you’d probably know you got nothing, which makes it something,” I finished. I put my hand to my head and pushed it out to make a gesture that said mind blown. Newt laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Only you, Y/N, can overthink nothing,” he stated.

“I appreciate nothing, too! Like, it must really be hard to be nothing and remain nothing, because you’re in constant hiding,” I told him, then I laughed. He chuckled.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I answered, making me laugh harder. He laughed too

“Y/N, what are you thinking of?” I shook my head.

“No, it’s just… I can make it super inspirational too,” I grinned. He rose an eyebrow.

“Enlighten me.”

“Only you, Newt, can ask me to enlighten you with nothing,” I pointed at my best friend. I hung upside down on the bed. “Okay, so you know how nothing, when given a name, or thought of, or given any significance, it becomes something, right?” I asked. He nodded. “So, following the same logic, when you feel as though you are nothing, when you think you’re nothing, you become—“

Something,” we both completed. A silence fell upon us as I sat back up on the bed. I hugged my knees to my chest.

“You really are something, Y/N,” Newt told me. I smiled and looked at him.

“I doubt that,” I answered, “But I know you are something,” I quickly added. He looked at me curiously. “Yeah, a lot of people care about you, you know? Minho and Alby wouldn’t let me in because they thought I’d rip your head off. Gally’s been trying to get my head straight just so I could be here without biting your head off and all the builders just had to deal with me and my boredom, which as you know, is a lot to take in for three days,” I sighed. “And don’t even get me started on what you’ve been doing to me.” I shuddered.

“Why?” He asked. I offered him a smile and I glanced at him. I shrugged.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I sighed. I stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Newt.”


Gally, as promised, gave me his cake the next morning and I got a milkshake. I went in the medhut cheerfully, Minho followed me.

“Good morning, Newt! What’cha thinkin’ about?” I asked, grabbing his chart. Jeff had told me the night before I’d be alright to work again, seeing as how Newt was still in one piece after my visit the day before.

“Nothing,” he answered, smiling at me.

“Nothing or Nothing?” I asked, putting down his chart.

“The latter,” he answered without question.

“Ah, then it’s definitely something,” I nodded.

“Wha—“ Minho looked at us confused. “I— I don’t understand. Did you guys make up some secret language or something?” He asked. I looked at Newt and looked back at him. 

“Nope,” we shook our heads.

“Whatever, I’m leaving. Just needed to make sure she didn’t rip your head off,” Minho told Newt and he ran off. I rolled my eyes.

“So, what about nothing are you thinking about?” I asked.

“Just… nah, it’s not important,” he assured me. I was about to argue, but he quickly said something. “What did you mean yesterday?”

“About what?” I asked.

“About the ‘what you’ve been doing to me’. That’s the only part I wasn’t able to understand,” he admitted. I shrugged.

“You won’t understand even if I told you, Newt,” I replied. “Even if you were Isaac Newton himself, you wouldn’t get it,” I told him.

“Yeah I would!” He argued. I shook my head

“You wouldn’t,” I said certainly.

“What makes you think that?” He asked.

“A number of things,” I answered vaguely.

“Like?

“Like—“ I stopped myself and shook my head. “Nah, I shouldn’t,” I sighed. “Anyways! Is your blue my blue?” I asked. He chuckled as we began to start a whole new conversation on perspective.


I hated the night

I always used to love the night. The moon, the stars, how everything was a bit more blue at night, but now I hated it. My night was plagued by nightmares and screams, no. Not screams. A scream. Singular. One scream.

His.


“Oh my god!” I gasped as the boys brought Newt into the medhut. “What the hell happened?” I asked.

“He jumped,” Alby answered.

“He what?!” I screamed, grabbing bandages and everything.

“No time to explain, Y/N,” Clint told me. “Are you in this or not? We need your head in the game if we want him alive,” he told me.

“I—I’m in. Definitely. All hands on deck, right?” I gulped. He nodded. I grabbed my flashlight. “He’s got aniscoria,” I gulped. “Newt, can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?” I held up two fingers.

“I… uh… Three?” He answered. “What’s going on?” He asked.

“What? You don’t remember?” I asked. He shook his head. “Loss of memory.”
“Everything’s blurry, Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Newt, you jumped off one of the maze walls,” I choked out. “Why? I’ve got no shucking idea why, but you probably do,” I grumbled bitterly.

“We have to break his leg. It’s already broken, but we’ve got to break another part to be able to set it,” Jeff said. “It won’t heal right if we don’t.”

“What?” Newt and I said. They broke his leg and he let out a blood curdling scream. My breathing hitched and I looked away as a tear escaped my eyes

“Y/N! Come on! We need you in the game!” Jeff snapped me out of it. I took a deep breath and nodded. I wiped my tears.

“Yeah. I’m in,” I croaked, looking back at my best friend. “Newt, 1+1 is what?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he cried, “I don’t know, I can’t think straight.” I nodded.

“I’ll get the CT. I need to make sure there isn’t a bleed,” I muttered. I went off to get the portable CT machine that the creators sent us. I put it over his head. “Newt, I need you to stay very, very still for me, okay?”

“Okay,” he croaked. I waited seven seconds as the CT took the photo. I took the CT off him and I took a look at the photo. “No bleed, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a concussion,” I told the other medjacks. I put the CT away.

“That should be it for his major injuries. Just stitching to be done now,” Jeff said. 

“I got it,” I muttered.

“You sure?” Clint asked. I nodded.

“Yeah,” I said, seeing as Newt had passed out from shock. “I got this.” I came back with the stitching kit and began stitching him up.


It was my nightmare. I saw it and relived in every night. This night, though, was a particularly rough night because my brain had changed it into something much worse. He died this time, and there wasn’t anything I could do. It was a brain bleed, which was even more cruel, because I was the closest thing this place had to a neurosurgeon. If anyone could have saved him, it was me… but I could do nothing but watch.

The next morning, Frypan told me he ran out of sugar and that he couldn’t make cake or ice cream. I nodded, trying to pass it like it was okay, but it wasn’t. I sat next to Gally, Minho, and the others. I was extremely fidgety, like a drugee who couldn’t get their fix, but this was out of nerves.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Minho asked. I shook my head.

“Not really, but I’ll be okay,” I tried to think positively. “But I don’t know if I can work in the medhut today,” I looked at Jeff.

“Sorry, Y/N, but it you’re not sick, I can’t let you off the hook. Clint’s sick today,” he told me. I nodded as my leg bounced. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Excuse me,” I excused myself, getting up. I walked away. I walked passed the medhut, but I was surprised by a familiar voice.

“Y/N?” I froze. I closed my eyes, trying to keep deep breaths. “Where are you going? Are you okay?” I bit my lip. “Hey, talk to me. Come on, I care about you—”

“Oh, really?” I asked bitterly, turning around to face him. “You know, you’re really something, Newt,” I said, angrily. I chuckled. “You are so mean. I think that I need this in my life, you know, that we… that I should have at least tried, because I think I needed this more than I needed to, but I think I’m scared that I know too much, that I talk to much, that I think too much, and it’s a problem, but I’m trying to get over it… I’m trying to fix myself.“

“Y/N, you’re not making any sense—”

“No, no, I think for the first time, I am making sense. I’m making perfect sense. This makes sense. I was never your best friend, was I?” I asked. “I was just someone that was there, someone that cared about you, made you feel good about yourself by telling you that you were something!” I yelled. I sobbed. I heard footsteps going toward us. Minho was walking to me when Gally grabbed his arm.

“She really, really needs this,” he whispered in Minho’s ear.

“She’s—“

“If she doesn’t she might be the next one up there and then what?” Gally muttered. Minho stepped down.

“I wasn’t your best friend. Ever, but dammit, you were mine,” I cried. “You were more than my best friend… I… I…”

“You what?” Newt asked

“You made me fall in love with you,” I whimpered.

“Y/N—“

“No. Shut up. This isn’t about you right now. Every other minute of every other day, that’s yours. It’ll be all about you, but this minute, this one’s mine, okay? You are going to stand there, dammit, and listen,” I sobbed. “I… I was never your best friend, Newt. I never mattered to you. You know how I know that? I know because you would have told me. You would have talked to me. You would have never even tried to leave without… without telling me you were going. You wouldn’t have abandoned me like that, if you really, really cared. And yeah, I am being selfish, and I’m being mean, but you were mean to me too. I care about you, Newt.

"Do you know how I know? Because if I was thinking about jumping, I would have hugged you and just made that the most revealing and important hug in our entire friendship. If I jumped, I wouldn’t have made you listen to your scream and cry and ask me what was going on 17 times, yes, 17! I counted! 17 times I had to tell you that you had just tried to kill yourself!” I screamed. That was the first time I said it. He tried to kill himself. He didn’t just jump. He tried to kill himself. “If I wanted to jump, Newt, I would have kissed you because no way in hell would I off myself without letting you know how much I loved you. God, do you know how I know you don’t feel the same way?

“You didn’t try. You didn’t tell me. You never did. You just… you just let me come to you and make me beg you to tell me what was wrong, and even then, you wouldn’t say a word. You didn’t love me or care. You never did. You know why I’m so sure about that? Because you don’t destroy the people you love!” I screamed, tears free falling from my eyes. I took a deep breath. I looked down before looking back at him. “Okay. That’s my minute done. You can have all the other minutes now.” I looked at Minho and Alby. “You can take my books.” I began to walk past Newt when he grabbed my arm.

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d start crying and freak out. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think that there was something you could have done. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel guilty. I didn’t tell you because I was trying not to destroy you. I didn’t give you any indication because I didn’t want you to destroy yourself and end up on that ledge after me because a world without you is a world that shouldn’t be lived by anybody,” he told me.

“I don’t think you talk to much, and even if I did, I wish you’d talk more because I love the sound of voice. I don’t think you’re a nerd or that you know too much because those facts in that pretty little head of yours come in handy. Maybe you do overthink a lot, but then you appreciate it. Only you can appreciate nothing, Y/N,” he chuckled at the memory. “And yeah, you have every right to be pissed because I didn’t really make it clear. I was stupid—“

“Damn straight,” I agreed.

“But my emotions clouded my judgement. You’re not selfish, you never were. You aren’t mean, you’re just taking care of yourself. Yes, I was mean to you, but like I said, I thought I was protecting you. I didn’t tell you that I cared about you because I thought you already knew. If you told you you were going to jump, I would have never let you and I would have kissed you instead. You know why? Because you were right, Y/N, you were never my best friend. You were, are, and always will be, the love of my life.” I looked at him and our gazes locked for a moment before he walked back into the medhut.

It took me a second to process what just happened. I looked at the crowd then at the medhut and I stormed in there.

“Hang on a minute! You don’t get to tell me you’ve been in love with me the whole time and that you’ve been protecting me this entire time then storm off! That’s not how this works, slinthead!” I scolded. He turned around and faced me.

“Y/N, it’s pretty clear that you ha—“

“You’re not supposed to answer back either! You know what you’re supposed to do?” I walked closer to him. "You’re supposed to kiss me.” He looked at me in disbelief for a moment before happily obliging. My arms wrapped around his neck and his free arm held me close to him.

When we pulled away, I chuckled.

“Aren’t milkshakes great?” I smiled.

Time for a story - A second of forgetting

Trigger warning for depression and child absuse(?). It’s not really child abuse, but I don’t know how else to describe it.

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

How could she have hoped that the depression was ceasing already? She had felt a little bit better, a little less burdened and she had just thought that this had to mean that she was getting better and the depression was fading already. She had been so stupid about it! Really, really stupid!

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anonymous asked:

Percabeth, as a ship, it's a Hetero ship. but that doesn't means that Percy and Annabeth, as individuals, are straight, they could be bi/pan/poli/etc. but people often portrays them as Hetero. is that what you're saying? JKFHAK i'm just a confused person. (excuse my english jshdk) (also, I'm really sorry if this is messy, I suck at redaction)

alright it’s okay i’ll actually elaborate…i just get Tired and frustrated and sometimes it’s difficult to tell who is actually asking/curious and who is being obnoxious

what i mean by Painfully Hetero is this:

heterosexuality and hetero couples, in real life, but more specifically in fiction (bc fiction carries over to real life and obviously fiction is written by real life people), are a basket case of sexist and heterosexist tropes. they are put into these bad, boring, sexist dynamics and fall into these overly cliched patterns of behavior that are boring, which i am very much sick of seeing forced into percabeth when we could actually be having a lot more fun with them as a couple.

Annoying Hetero Dynamics exist bc they’re sexist tropes repackaged in a romantic relationship, honestly. the most annoying ones that come to mind (particularly in fanon percabeth):

weird passive aggressive “teasing” dynamic where people can’t just like…admit that they love each other and enjoy each other’s company. they’re always putting each other down to…save face? be “teasing” and trying too hard to be ~~~cute~~~ and…i don’t even honestly know bc i find it weird and unappealing. and sexist!! woman becomes a “nagging wife / crazy girlfriend / ball and chain” for voicing any kind of valid criticism of her male partner, man is allowed to behave disrespectfully and dismissively towards his female partner (just watch a sitcom. any sitcom.)
always talking about how In Love they are but never actually shown like….. enjoying each other’s company. their love story doesn’t actually make a whole lot of narrative sense, we rarely see them doing anything other than having sex or staring into each other’s eyes or almost dying for each other. sexist, usually, because it just makes man appear obsessive and creepy and the woman usually becomes wildly out of character bc she’s not actually getting anything out of the relationship and we all can’t explain what she sees in him. (kara and mon-el, bella and edward, stereotypical YA dystopian novels, quite honestly han and leia like i love them too but…cmon)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario of Shiro taking care of his s/o when they aren't feeling well please?

Sure thing, my bro. I know this took a while, but I’m finally back in the groove! I hope you like it.


“No, y/n,” Shiro urged, pushing you back down to the bed, “you’re not well. Stay in bed so no one else gets sick, okay?”

You scrunch up your face in a pout, “But Shiro, I was supposed to help Hunk repair a bunch of stuff in the bay today! Plus Coran asked me to help him test out some of the new training simulators! I can’t be sick,” you try to sit back up but his strong metal hand holds you firmly down in the blankets.

“You can barely breathe, y/n,” Shiro says with a small, sympathetic smile, “you’d be no help to anyone today.”

You roll your eyes in a huff and cross your arms, trying to look defiantly at Shiro. You had woken up about an hour ago feeling like utter crap, but you refused to be bullied around by a cold. So you proceeded to get up and trudge determinedly to the shower, where despite the hot temperature you found yourself shivering and sniveling uncontrollably. When Shiro had found you in his shower he quickly dried you and hustled you back off into his bed, where you lay now. He had gone off to who knows where and returned with an arm load of fluffy blankets that he pilled high on top of you, tucking you in tightly. You wouldn’t admit it, but you snuggled gratefully deep down inside them.

“I could still do something,” you continue to argue, dispite obvious evidence to the contrary. 

“Even if you could still help out, you can’t risk getting everyone else sick. We can’t afford to all be down and out at the same time. So stay in here, okay? Get some rest and feel better for tomorrow.”

“But Shiroo,” you whine, internally wincing at how pathetic being sick makes you sound. Between the reflexive whinning and the snuffly voice you sound like you’re 8 years old again. “What am I supposed to do all day! I’m gonna be so bored!”

He smiles fondly at you again and you savour the look in his eyes. The two of you don’t get much time alone in the Castle. In between fighting Zarkon, training, and making improvements to the Castle and the tech, the two of you are rarely without the others. Reaching up, you grasp the back of his neck, fingers toying with the short hairs there, and pull him down, hugging him to your chest, hoping he’ll stay for even a few more minutes.

Shiro sighs contentedly, his face buried in the folds of the blankets he had scrounged up. “I’ll sneak away and come visit you, alright? I can’t leave you here, sick and alone all day.”

“You can’t though,” you say, letting go of him so he can finally stand up, “because I might get you sick too.” You know you’re pouting and being intentionally difficult, but you’re allowed, right? You’re sick! “Just leave me here to DIE,” you say dramatically, the only response is Shiro walking away with a laugh.

“So you think you can survive an hour?” he asks as he reaches the door to his room, “I’ll bring you back some breakfast.”


Your tired body must fallen back asleep at some point because some time later the sound of the door sliding open rouses you, and you struggle to crawl your way out from under the nest of blankets. Poking your squinting eyes towards the source of the noise, you see Shiro walking in, a small plate with him and a steaming mug. Groaning, you flip the blankets down off of you, letting the cooler air rush onto your overheated body. “Shiroo,” your whinning voice is back but he smiles anyway, “I feel even worse now.”

Shiro sets the plate and mug down on the bedside table and sits gently down on the bed beside you. The mattress dips and your limp body starts to roll down toward him. He takes his flesh hand and brushes back your slightly sticky hair and holds his hand to your forehead. You sit still, letting him take your temperature, watching his face carefully. “You’re warm,” he says, his hand leaving your forehead to stroke lightly down your cheek.

“No shit,” you say playfully, but groan anyway when his hand leaves your face.
“I brought you some breakfast,” Shiro says, picking the plate back up. You take a wary look at it, not feeling up to space goo right now, but your eyes brighten when they fall on the food.

“Is that toast?” you ask, excitedly. You seem to have eaten nothing but strange space food recently and the sight of something familiar instantly brightens your spirits.

“We think it’s as close to toast as we’re going to get out here,” Shiro laughs, “When Hunk heard you were sick he said he had been experimenting with making bread over the last few days, so he whipped some up. I toasted it for you. Toast always makes my stomach feel a little better when I’m sick. That’s why it took so long for me to bring it up, sorry about that.” Shiro apologizes, moving to lay down on his side next to you, his head proped up on one hand.

“I didn’t even notice,” you say vaguely, too distracted by the possibility of Earth-like food to really pay attention. You happily munch on the toast, your stomach settling down a bit. It tastes a little odd and you wonder what Hunk made it out of, but you smile anyway enjoy the familiar, solid, texture at least. You only manage to make it through one slice when you’re full, so Shiro moves the plate back to the table and swaps it with the hot mug.

“What’s this?” you ask, eyeing the greenish liquid nervously, taking a sniff.

“I like to drink tea when I’m sick,” Shiro explains, curling up against your side. He always is a little touchy. When you first started ‘dating’, if you even can date in space, it surprised you how often he would just lay a hand on you or come up behind you and hug you. Any time he was near you he wanted to be touching you, even if it was just a foot on your calf under the table. In hindsight, it really shouldn’t have been a surprise to you. Shiro was a very tactile person, it makes sense that he would be the same way in a relationship. “Coran told me that this is the closest thing they have to tea,” Shiro continued to explain, “he gave me a tonic too that he said helps sickness in Alteans. It seemed kind of like honey to me, so I put some of that in there too. Plus Hunk gave me something like lemons and a spice to put in as well that should help your throat and sinuses.”

You eye the drink skeptically, “What are you, a pharmacist now?”

Shiro laughs, “Just drink it! You’ll feel better!”

You huff and bring the mug to your lips and take a swig, promptly almost throwing it back up. Shiro stifles a laugh underneath a hand. You eye him suspiciously, “So, did you try your magical tea concoction, Shiro?”

His hand does a poor job of hiding his smirk. He nods quickly, “I know, it’s not very good. But it should help! And you know what they say, ‘It tastes awful, but it works!’”

You stare balefully at him, “That’s Buckley’s, Shiro, not random space gunk.”

“I know, I know,” he smiles, “But please drink it. It really will help.”

“You think.”

“I think,” he nods with a smile.

You roll your eyes, but try to drink it anyway. It’s easier in small sips, so you take your time with it while Shiro lays beside you, a gentle hand on your thigh drawing circles as he tells you about the conversations from breakfast. By the time you manage to struggle through the Mug o’ Crap as you’ve dubbed it, your eyes are drooping again and you’ve slumped back against the pillows. Shiro gently helps you get comfortable again and takes the mug from you, picking up the plate as well. “I’ll be back in an hour or two to check on you, okay?”

“Thank you, Shiro,” you mumble sleepily, your eyes slowly closing. You feel a pair of lips press gently against yours. When they pull away you yawn and say,

“You can’t kiss me Shiro, you’ll get sick too.”

Shiro laughs softly, “No I won’t, y/n. Sleep well.”


The next day you wake up and stretch out on the bed, groaning happily. You feel a thousand times better. You feel even more refreshed than you had before you had gotten sick. Maybe your system had needed a refresh. Either way you smile, glad to be feeling back to normal and ready to work again. Shiro had spent the day bringing you mug after mug of gross Altean Buckley’s Tea that he would watch you drink while he cuddled you. It really wasn’t an awful way to spend the day when you’re sick, you suppose. While the tea was disgusting, it clearly helped. You feel rejuvenated. Rolling over to smile at Shiro and wish him good morning, you laugh, seeing only a tuft of white hair sticking above the blankets. He’s usually awake before you, so you relish in the sight of sleepy Shiro as you gently move the blanket off his face so you can get a good look.

After a moment of staring, you lean in and give him a kiss. And then another, and another until he wakes up. Shiro blinks groggily up at you and groans miserably. “Time to get up, Shiro!” you say happily.

Shiro just groans again in response getting cut off half way through it with a violent sneezing fit.

“Shiro?” you ask, concerned, “did you get my cold?”

He looks you in the eye and has the audacity to shake his head No while sniffling.

You let a bark of laughter out, you can’t help it, he looks so sad and pathetic, “Serves you right, Mr. I Won’t Get Sick Because I’m Shiro and I’m Too Strong and Manly and My Hair is Too Cool.”

“I never said that,” Shiro mumbles from under the blanket he’s pulled up to his nose.

“I think you probably did at one point,” you smirk at him. Then your face lights up in realization and you hop out of bed pulling on fresh clothes.

“Where are you going?” he complains miserably.

“You’re sick, Shiro! And you treated me so well yesterday, so I’m going to go make you some delicious Altean Buckley’s Sludge Tea to perk you right up!”

“Nooo,” Shiro groans loudly, dragging the blankets back up over his head.

“Oh, come on, Shiro, like you said yesterday, it’s not that bad! And I’ll make sure you drink every last drop, just like you did for me!”

Shiro just stays silent under the blanket, but you can practically hear him pouting. Smiling and feeling a little sympathetic you walk back over to the bed, flopping down on it. You wrap your arm around Shiro and place a kiss to where you think the top of his head is under the blanket. “It really does help, Shiro. I’ll be back soon with some food. Stay in bed and get some rest.” You feel his head nod against yours.

Getting up you head to the door. Before walking through you take a slow look back to the bed where gentle snoring is already coming from. You smile fondly and head to the kitchen.

anonymous asked:

Okay I actually LOVE that Klance fic where Keith has a poisonous substance on his teeth?!?!?!? Now I imagine Lance being sick and bored of kissing with sealed lips so when he discovers Coran got an antidote on the line (not tested yet) he fills an syringe with it, kisses Keith passionately (maybe he just woke up or is a bit drunk so he isnt aware that they shouldnt kiss with tongue involved) and Lance is like I AM LIVING ON THE EDGE and stabs himself with the antidote before he collapses

I could totally see Lance pushing the limits and winding up passed out on multiple occasions so much that the others have to keep Keith and Lance away from each other for extended periods of time, lmao 

Jet Lagged Sleeping Beauty

 Prompt from @steampoweredcheetah : I suck at prompts but maybe they were cuddling Victor decides to tickle the snot out of Yuuri because he’s the only one asleep. It’s okay if you don’t want to do it ^^

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Victor opened his eyes and looked over at his clock. 8:14 am. Victor always woke up before his fiance, Yuuri Katsuki, and he was a little sick of it.

“Yuuri?” Victor whispered, poking Yuuri’s side, making him twitch and smile in his sleep. Victor smiled at how cute Yuuri was.

“Yuuri, wake up! I’m bored” he whispered, leaning closer to Yuuri’s ear, but to no avail. Yuuri was such a deep sleeper. 

“I don’t want to tickle you, Yuuri, but I will~”

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CHAPTER 5

A Bellarke High School AU where Clarke is a figure skater and Bellamy is a hockey player and they are both fighting to use the rink.
CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6

“Alright, let’s do this,” Bellamy skated towards the bench. “I’m gonna nail the layback spin today, I can feel it.”

Clarke glided out to meet him and placed a hand on his chest.

“Not today, okay?” she said and shook her head no.

“Clarke, please,” he insisted. “I am sick of twizzles, just let me work on cool shit just this once and then we’ll go back to your boring Mr. Miyagi methods.”

The corner of her mouth quirked up slightly but she shook her head again.

“It’s not that,” she said, “I just- I want to skate on my own today, okay? We’ll work on spins tomorrow.”

Bellamy cocked his head slightly and leaned down to look at her.

“Just you?” he asked. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she nodded and squeezed his arm. “Just take a break today, alright?”

“Alright,” he agreed. He ghosted a hand over her hip as he skated past her and hopped back over the boards to sit on the bench. 

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SamXReader- sick
Request: One shot where Sam is in a really bad mood and just emotional and not feeling great so dean has the reader try and cheer him up and they just end up comforting Sam and taking care of him. Sam x reader.

Request: Monday!! Can you do one where Sam or dean gets sick and the reader totally pampers them and is really really nice to them. (Sam x reader preferably but it’s up to you)

Request: Do you think you could do a one shot where the reader is a huge nerd like Sam only they’re average hight instead of giraffe, and they both are ways snuggling and giving each other little kisses and dean finds it adorable and lots of fluff.

Request: So I’ve been taking care of my little brother lately (he has a cold poor kid) and I thought of a one shot where Sam gets sick and moody and emotional so dean and cas call the reader and she just babies Sam and sings to him and plays with his hair and he totally feeds off of it. Sam x reader please.

Request: Can you do a one shot where a member of team free (Sam, obviously) will has a bad headache or just isn’t feeling good so the reader takes care of them and treats them super nice and sings to them and stuff.

Request: ITS MONDAY. Can you do a one shot where Sam isn’t feeling well and dean and castiel can’t make him feel better so the reader comes over and babies him and sings him a lullaby and basically treats him like a moose princess till he feels better.

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WAITRESS ( THE MUSICAL ) STARTER MEME THING, part one !

NOTE: some quotes / lyrics have been altered for diversity and / or to make them more realistic when it comes to dialogue.
WARNINGS: pregnancy, babies, infidelity, food, earl hunterson’s existence. 

“a dream is a soft place to land.”
“am i boring you?”
“am i making you sick?”
”a tattoo of their own name might be useful. just in case they forget who they are.”
“come on, you’ve waited long enough.”
”does your ass ever get tired of the constant crap that comes out your mouth?”
“do not insert the test stick into your vagina.” 
“down with the recipe; bake from the heart.” 
”dust the flour out of your brain.”
”even doubt can be delicious.” 
”frankly, i don’t now what i’ve got to give you.”
“funny how one night can ruin your whole life.”
“he didn’t just slip and fall into your vajayjay!”
“hello! how’ve you been?”
”HI MOMMA!”
“how’d i ever get myself in this mess?”
“how pregnant am i?”
“i am changed, i am a mother.”
“i can’t have an affair because it’s wrong and i don’t want my partner to kill me.”
”i can’t go there.”
”i can’t help from hoping to find someone to talk to.”
”i could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes.”
“i don’t claim to be proud, but my head won’t be hung in shame.”
”i don’t know how to do this!”
“i don’t know what i wish i had.”
”i do stupid things when i drink.”
”i feel too much and find it usually hurts.”
”i haven’t felt anything like—- i haven’t felt in a very long time.”
”i just had too much coffee, that’s all.”
”i’ll never forget you.”
“i’ll show them all how goddamn happy i am!”
“i like the way most of the days look exactly the same.” 
”i love what you’ve done with your hair. tell me, how’d you get it to come out your nostrils like that?”
”i’m bound for a swim in a pair of cement shoes.”
”I’M HAVING A SMALL ANXIETY ATTACK!”
“isn’t it amazing what comes our way?”
“it doesn’t matter now you’re here.”
”i tend to be sort of neurotic.” 
“it’s a bad idea, me and you.”
“it’s better to know.”
”it’s happening, it’s really happening.”
”it’ll all over the fucking house!” 
”it’s something i never got the chance to ask them about.”
”i will guard you with my life.”
“just calm down, god damn it.”
“listen to my horoscope before you leave.”
“make that coffee strong enough to chew!”
“may we all be so lucky”
“most days, i don’t recognise me.”
“my mother always used to tell me ‘you could live to be a hundred if you gave up all the things that make you want to live to be a hundred’“
“no place is perfect.”
“not everybody wants to be a parent, that doesn’t make me a bad person.”
”no, stop, you love that guitar!” 
“oh, i love that dress! the way it sparkles, it looks like an ice skating outfit!”
“read the instructions.” 
”shoo!”
”sometimes i just feel like running away. what kind of a person does that?”
”THE BRITISH ARE COMING!”
“the fuller the condiments, the fuller the experience.”
“there’s no time for thinking things like that.”
“time to pee on a stick.” 
”we’re going to the beach! pack us a lunch!”
“we’ve got too much to do.”
“what a mess i’m making.”
“what’s inside?”
”what the hell am i gonna do with you?”
”you are the queen of kindness and goodness.”
“you’re jealous of a baby?”

krrizal  asked:

Voltron headcanon: Shiro can do pushups with Keith on his back cause strong!Space Dad

Originally posted by usedpimpa

yes yes yes okay this is one of my favorite headcanons tbh

and just imagine keith casually lounging on Shiro’s back while he’s doing push ups and Lance walks in, takes one look at them like ‘i am so done with you two’, and then walks right back out because he can’t handle their adorableness

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anonymous asked:

so why is tony's ringtone for clint the darkwing duck theme song? **ducks behind a couch in fear**

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED.

OKAY SO.

After the Battle for New York, Clint was kicked out of SHIELD HQ by Fury because he was trying to deal with what happened to him by taking dangerous missions and pulling dumbass stunts and basically running the medical, psych, and administrative staff ragged trying to prove he was okay when he wasn’t on sick leave and kind of at loose ends. He hung around the Tower for a bit while Tony was rebuilding, talking tech and giving the Hulk someone to hang with when Banner let him out, but that got boring and also he’s TOTALLY FINE FURY FUCK YOU YOU’RE NOT MY GOD DAMN MOM (except he totally is).

Well, being the good friend he is, Tony takes Clint out for some good, totally-not-looking-for-trouble fun. While out on one of these totally-not-looking-for-a-fight jaunts, they come across a robbery in progress. There are civilians involved, too many to avoid possibly hurting them if it came to a firefight, and Tony asks Clint to distract the robbers while he clears out the innocents.

“Should be easy in that outfit,” Tony jokes, because Clint has taken to wearing his old circus togs because damn it, he’s mad at Fury and he’s mad at SHIELD.

Anyway.

Clint’s not really a distraction person - that’s usually Stark’s domain. Clint’s more of a ‘arrow to the eye from a rooftop and disappear before they even know to start looking’ person. But, he’ll give it his best go.

Unfortunately, the first and only thing that pops into his head is Darkwing Duck’s entrance speech. The thieves are getting antsy, and he doesn’t have time to think of something else, so he rolls with it. Throws down a smoke bomb. Looms as best he can without a cape to flutter.

“I am the terror that flaps in the night-”

“Oh my God, Barton, are you serious?”

“(Shut up, Stark.) I am the culinary ineptitude that deflates the soufflé of injustice-”

“Oh, my God.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Plus side - no one got hurt except the robbers.

But Tony has never let him live it down.

Sometimes when they’re all about to head out to kick supervillain ass, Tony says 'let’s get dangerous’ and Clint kicks him out of the back of the Quinjet.

Who Is He? Pt 2 (JaredLeto!Joker Imagine)

Originally posted by crieswlf

Part 1


Three days had passed and everything was like nothing had happened. Well, not exactly everything. I was different, and not only for the bruises, my limp or my dark eye. I wasn’t speaking, I wasn’t snapping at my mom nor giving trouble. I cried myself to sleep those nights and smoked the double I normally did. I hadn’t looked at my mom once since the fight. But the guy came back and he was in the couch watching tv. As always. The time when he came back I paralized or a few seconds and he just acted normal like if he hadn’t hit the shit out of us. And so did my mom. I hated her. I really hated her. She couldn’t do this to me.

So the only time I had alone with her that same day I did it. She was sitting at the little table in the kitchen where I got closer to her. I sit down infront of her. She looked at me. This was the first time since a few days. And I think she hadn’t have looked at me because my bruised face made her feel guilty. If that was the case then good. She deserved it.

—Who is he?

At the beginning she gave me a confused look.

—Who is my dad, mother?

She remained silent. Fuck how mad she made me. I hit the table with my hand and she jumped in her place.

—How stupid are you?! How much more pain you want to cause me?! I’m your daughter damn it! Tell me who the hell is J!

At the mention of the initial she opened her eyes and tears filled her eyes.

—H-Ho-How do you know?

—I saw your tattoo, do I have to show you the picture I took or you are going to stop hidding me this shit?

—Dear I—No. You don’t understand, do you? I’m not giving you any more chances. You are going to tell me and you are going to tell me right now. Who. Is. My. Father?

A sob escaped from her and a silent word was heard between her crying. A word I didn’t catch at first.

—What?

—The Joker for Christ sake! The Joker is your Goddamn father! —she shouted this at my face and sighed heavily.

Fucking hell. So a psycho murderer famous for killing people for fun and being the archenemy of Batman was my dad. Yup. I can’t say my life is boring though. I honestly didn’t know how bad this was. I mean he’s sick but so I am. He’s a psychopath and I’m depressed. Both are mental issues. Is not like he actually choose it. Of course I can’t say killing people is okay but it’s not really his fault. I kill myself everyday a little so it counts too. Fuck I’m defending a murderer. But is my dad… You can’t just not love your dad, specially when you haven’t meet him. I want to give him a chance. Is not like my mom was the best parent ever so why not? Though I could get killed by the men who created me. But then again I don’t care about my life, it’s hardly going to get worse than it is.

—Please, Cassie, please —she was sobbing and I looked at her.

—He didn’t want me did he? I was a mistake. You didn’t plan me either. I bet you even wanted to abort me, didn’t you? —an empty laugh fell from me.

Brilliant. So here may be the reason of my deppresion. Not the bad life nor the lack of a father. It was the absence of love in my life. I was right. I don’t belong here. The world didn’t need me here. I wasn’t supposed to exist. Fuck hahahahaha. Of course I felt useless. I’m not supposed to be here.

—Don’t you dare say things like that Cassandra! Obviously I choosed having you! How can you say that to me?! I have spent my life doing sacrifices for you, for us! I had lost my dignity so we could survive! How can you just be so mean?!

—Oh wow, thanks I feel a lot better now, yay. —I rolled my eyes at her.

—He didn’t want you okay that’s right, but… how could he? He has no heart Cassandra, he kills people, children everyday! He’s out of his mind honey! But I’m not. I defended you. I ran away the moment I saw his reaction, I protected you! We are fortunate he didn’t chase us!

—Stop! You didn’t even wait for him to change his mind, you didn’t have money you didn’t think anything! And that’s why we live in this hell! Fuck I’m done with this.

—No you are not young lady! —I have never heard her shout at me that bad. She even grabbed me forcefully by the arm.—How can you be so disrespectful?!—I am the disrespectful one?! What the fuck, mom?! You let your stupid boyfriend hit me! You had us living here since I can remember and you can’t even afford this so you have to fuck the owner! —a sharp pain spread in my right cheek and I breathed furiously. My own mother just slapped at me.

—Fine you want it that way, be that way.

I angrily stood up and walked to my room slamming the door. I packed all my things and all I could. It took me an hour because I didn’t have that much. When I reopened my door my mom was infront of it about to knock. Her eyes drifted to my bags and then to me.

—What are you doing? You are not leaving.

—Oh no? Look at me. —I started walking but she put a hand on my chest to stop me.

—Please, honey I’m sorry but… Sorry I just can’t let you go. You can’t look for him honey he will kill you!

—Ugh fuck off! I don’t see the difference! If I stay with you I’m dead inside. Besides now with your loving boyfriend living here I have the same chances to live as if I live with a psycho murderer!—Honey I—You! You think you are better than him… but you are not.

At that moment I saw her heart break. I didn’t care anymore. She let that man live with us. She let him hit me. She hitted me. I wasn’t going to stay here, and now I had a minimal chance. I could at least try with… with the Joker, with dad.

-x-

As always I had luck by my side and the four days I lived literally in the streets were the most cold freezing, wet days of the year. Note the sarcasm please. It took me some days, money, weed and phone calls to discover where the Joker was at the moment. It wasn’t easy to find a criminal that’s wanted for the police in all the city. But finally I did it.

I stood infront of the fancy club and peered inside. I spotted what I supposed was him. I only had seen him in the news. The security guards looked at me strangly and I could guess they didn’t want me there. A teenage girl, homeless, dirty and looking inside the Joker’s club with curiosity. I walked and found my way to the back entrance. There was a big man infront of it and he also looked at me with a questioning look.

I stood stright and put the most serious face I could.

—Could you please ask for the Joker?

The guy raised one eyebrow and hold a laugh.—Go bother someone else kid.

—I bet he wouldn’t be happy if he knew a girl is asking for him and you are forbbiding it. —I crossed my arms over my chest and frowned.

—Kid, he doesn’t has time to talk to fangirls like you, so why don’t you go back where you came from?

—Fangirl? You wish. What do I have to do to make you go get him?

—There is nothing you can do, girl.

I looked at his wrist and saw a very expensive watch. He followed my gaze.

—Let me propose you something. If I get another good cute expensive watch like that one, you get me a talk with the Joker. Deal?

A short laugh left him and right after a serious face looked at me. —Let’s see what can you do, kid. The same watch in black.

Now was my turn to laugh —That Rolex is made in only two colors, the gold one you have and grey. I’ not gonna fall in that.

He looked surprised at first but then gave me a little smirk. —Okay now we can talk. Go get the grey one then.

It took me like fifteen minutes to find some rich asshole old man at the principal door of the club with the same watch in grey. To steal it was easier and quicker, just a perfect distraction and done. I went back with the security guy and now another one was next to him, this one thinner.

—As promised —a winner smile crept to my face as I hold the object infront of him and the guy smiled too.

—Impressive, kid. —then he turned to the other guy and nodded.

Immediately the guy went inside and five minutes passed till the door oppened again. Fuck I was so nervous. Not only I was going to meet my father for the very first time, also I was going to meet a criminal psycho who could kill me in a second.


Part 3

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               Success doesn’t come easy. It’s only for the worthy.

                My name is Patrick Bateman. I’m 27 years old and I live in New York City. I am a huge success. A millionaire. A playboy. I dropped out of Harvard to set up my own social networking empire. It was a risk worth taking, because Vibe is now used by over 700 million people all over the world. It’s a website for chat, for connections, for making friends. It’s also used to fuck. I hook up a lot through my own app. Crude, I know, but I just can’t help it. I’m a rich motherfucker.

                 My latest gig? Social media launch event in NYC. All of the big guys were there, including Zuckerberg, my toughest competition. Fucking Facebook. Who even fucking uses Facebook anymore?

                 I rolled up in my custom Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport. There are only thirty of these cars in existence, and it’s the fastest road legal production car in the world. What can I say? I like speed. I was also keen to hook up tonight; this party was a bore and I wanted sex with a hot chick.

                 Oh. Another thing? I use all of my wealth and materialistic goods to cover up the fact that I am one sick, twisted motherfucker, obsessed with horror films and serial killers like Ted Bundy and Ed Gein and I actually am insane, okay? I hallucinate, quite vividly, about those things. One day, I could actually hurt someone.