i'm not ready to back down

anonymous asked:

Victor waking up late & freaking out "I'M LATE FOR PRACTICE" but then calms down when he goes like "oh wait I'm 29 and retired" then goes back to bed to sleep in next to Yuuri, only to shoot back up again when he realizes "NO WAIT I'M THE COACH" and Yuuri just watches his fiance fling himself across the apartment to get ready, waiting for him to realize its sunday & the rink is closed lmao

LMAO

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Well done, Keith… you actually did it.

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even pledis is shocked lol

So I’m at that scene in book 2 when Neil is going off on Andrew at Exites for not caring about himself or wanting to save himself, you know, right before The Moment of Intense UST? Anyway that triggered the memory of Andrew’s ‘this could be a problem’ moment from Nora’s extra content so I went to look for it and this is what it says: “The first time Andrew saw Neil without his medication blurring his judgment, he thought, This could be a problem, but he did not take it seriously then.” And so I had my normal reaction to it (nioce, nioce) until I realized something. I’ve assumed this whole time she meant this at the start of Kings Men but it says 'THE FIRST TIME Andrew saw Neil without his medication…’ The FIRST time. Do you guys know when that was? Chapter 2. Of The Foxhole Court. Book 1. I want you to imagine Andrew Minyard waiting in that airport for Neil and seeing him for only the SECOND TIME and thinking 'this could be a problem’ Just think about the level of frustration he felt being attracted to this mysterious guy while also being incredibly suspicious of him. P L E A S E THINK ABOUT HOW NEIL WAS INTERESTING TO HIM WHEN ON THE MEDICATION AS WELL. So what I’m saying is, Andrew wanted Neil wether on the drugs or not, he found him endlessly frustrating and incredibly stupid and he liked him oh so very much and he really hated that. He never stood a chance.

What's with the weird times?

So as you might know, it is currently nearly 4-fucking-am in the morning where jack lives, and anywhere from 8 to 11 pm in the (continental) United States, so what’s with all the crazy times for the Anti stuff to show up?

Simple.

He’s wearing us down.

Not only that, he’s INSURING that we’re going to have to stay up for it. Changing captions? Adjusting thumbnails? He’s not doing it on accident. He’s keeping us constantly on our toes. If we sleep we might miss it: that one caption change, that one post he’ll alter back before we wake up. Anti’s keeping us desperate and on edge. We’re trying so hard to prepare for everything we’re not going to be prepared for anything. After all, isn’t that what we were taught? That “sleep is for the weak”?

He wants us out our lowest, at our least ready to fight back. He wants us so tired, we’ll be glad when he finally takes over.

But we WILL surprise him. Because we CAN do it. There’s literally millions of us, spread across every time zone on the face of the earth. And we’re all on our guard.

Cause if Anti thinks we’re going to break down that easily, he’s got another thing coming.

why r ppl bein so damn depressing about this fandom lately .. it’s getting me down bro.. 5sos are coming back eventually and of course it’s ok to drift away while they’re gone but it’s a lil disheartening to see people acting like their career is coming to end or that no one cares about them anymore just bc they feel distant from the band.. like i’m still outchere. chillin. ready to die for any one of them. and i know y'alls asses will jump right back on this hell train when they come back

Who's ready to die tomorrow!
  • Sangwoo: *moves towards Bum with a knife* you...you lied to me. I trusted you!!
  • Bum: *backs up slowly but bumps the wall behind him* b-but you said we would be together forever
  • Sangwoo: *chuckles* Bum, I'm a muderer. "Forever" is a worthless term to me
  • Bum: *narrows his eyes* Well then you lied to me first!!
  • Sangwoo: *stops and looks down at he knife, then back at Bum* well shit...

you-can-all-eat-shit  asked:

GOTTA REBOOT THIS SHIT FOR CAPTAIN-OF-THE-SALTY-SETTERS-SQUAD, PUTS-UP-WITH-WAY-TOO-MUCH-NONSESNE, SOFT BABY, HARDCORE FUCK YOU UP, ONLY-STZ-NOT-TO-GET-IN-ON-A-SPORTS-SCHOLARSHIP, SECOND YEAR REGULAR REGARDLESS, PROBABLY DOESNT SLEEP ENOUGH, SASSY RICH BOY, TAKES NO SHIT, WILL-NOT-HESITATE-TO-PUNCH-YOU, HIGH-KEY NERD, WILL-NOT-CARE-IF-HE-OFFENDS-YOU-THAT-WAS-ACTUALLY-THE-POINT-ANYWAY, GOSH-DANG-IM-SO-HIGH-KEY-FOR-THIS-FUCKER, "THE SETTER THAT STANDS OUT THE LEAST," STUBBORN AF,

silveramoebasquid said: KENJ-WHY-IS-THERE-SO-MUCH-TAPE-ON-YOUR-HANDS-PLZ-TAKE-CARE-OF-YOURSELF-BB, WILL COMPLAIN ABOUT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, TRY-HARD KOUHAI, ANNOYED SENPAI, TOP SCHOOL’S STAR SETTER, PROBABLY IN DENIAL OF 90% OF HIS FEELINGS, WORK HARD STUDY HARD PLAY HARD, MADE OF SALT AND ANGER, NO CHILL, RAGE QUIT, OCCASIONALLY A DECENT HUMAN BEING, REALLY JUST AN ASSHOLE ALL OF THE TIME ACTUALLY, THE-ONLY-STAR-IN-MY-SKY, BARELY-EVEN-ACKNOWLEDGED-AS-A-CHARACTER-TO-SOME-PEOPLE? BUT-REALLY-HES-THE-BEST,

silveramoebasquid said: PROBABLY /WOULDN’T/ MURDER EVERYONE? IF YOU PAID HIM? LARGE ENOUGH SUMS OF $?, SHORT PUNK-ASS, NOT ACTUALLY THAT SHORT, STILL SHORTER THAN ME HAH, THE ONLY ONE I LOVE (OTHER THAN YOU), SPECIAL BAB, SHIRABAE, KENJ, KENJIBU, PIECE OF SHIT, LIGHT OF MY LIFE, SHIRABABY, DEFINITELY-MY-BOYFRIEND-IN-AN-ALTERNATE-REALITY-SOMEHWERE, SHIRABUBU, SWAN-KID, ME: FORGETS HIS ACTUAL NAME BC OF ALL THE NICKNAMES I CALL HIM,

silveramoebasquid said: TRUE ANGEL, JUST-KIDDING-THATS-A-LIE, HE’S-THE-WORST, BUT-STILL-AMAZING-YA-FEEL?, SLIDES-FURUDATE-$5-CMON-PUT-HIM-BACK-IN-THE-MANGA, *COUGHCOUGH* TERUSHIRA *COUGH*, SHUT-UP-ITS-CANON, PROMINENT AND VALUED MEMBER OF STZ, WILL-DO-GREAT-AS-CAPTAIN-NEXT-YEAR, IM-SO-PROUD-OF-HIM, MINOR CHARACTER BUT STILL IMPORTANT, “YOU CAN ALL EAT SHIT” SHIRABU KENJIROU WHAT UP

what is this madness he is not ready

theambiguoushero  asked:

Helpful tips for looking at apartments for the first time? I'm going this weekend and I need tips!

Ooooh, SO! I wrote a post on this awhile back, so this is a copy/paste: 

Before you are ready to move: Make sure to keep an updated document of your current and past addresses, landlord phone numbers and other info you’ll be asked on a lease application, including first and last names of other residents, current employment information and so on. Bonus: lots of these things are also useful on job applications! Also, start saving for deposits. Beyond the one on the apartment, you may have to put down deposits on your utilities.

When you are ready to move: Figure out your price range — a good rule of thumb is no more than one-third of your income. Also, clean out your car — lots of landlords notice the small details, and how you take care of your other expensive habitat.

If you’re in a tight market, don’t send a flurry of questions to the landlord ahead of time; briefly introduce yourself, dropping in a detail or two that makes you sound put-together and responsible. Ask for the first viewing possible.

When looking at an apartment: Be sure to be on-time, looking tidy and presentable, then check the following:

1. Hot Water: Go turn on the shower and make sure there is sufficient water pressure and it’s nice and strong and not, as my mom once memorably said of my shower, like having an 83-year-old man pee on you. Also, does the water get hot? Is it the either scalding or frigid kind of shower? That’s nice to know.

2. Safety: Come back by the area at night, during the day, on the weekend and so on. Make sure you feel reasonably safe at all these times.

3. Volume: Consider whether there is something very loud nearby, like a fire station or train tracks or a high school with a sub-standard but enthusiastic marching band. Will this make you crazy?

4. Management: Does the landlord seem at least semi-reasonable? Landlords are tightly-wound people, generally speaking, so you have to give them a little leniency. But, real talk: chances are, if you are in a conflict with them, they will win. They have money and lawyers. They’re business people. Make sure they’re the kind you want to be in business with.

5. Electricity: Be sure to check all the light switches and, if you can, the electrical outlets, perhaps by taking along your cell phone charger. Otherwise, you could end up like my friend who had 14 decorative outlets and two that actually powered things. It’s also useful to check on how many and how well-placed they are. If you like to blow-dry your hair, look for an outlet in the bathroom. It’s nice to have several in your bedroom so you’re not constantly tripping over your bedside lamp’s cord that must stretch taut through the air. And so on.

6. Closets and Storage: Do they exist? Some old houses had bedrooms without closets. Having at least one big non-bedroom closet is a lifesaver, so long as you do not follow my example and allow it to become a dangerous and unstable mess, like a tiny DMZ right there in your apartment.

7. Appliances: Is there a dishwasher, or a washer-dryer? These things are luxurious, but if there is nothing you hate in the world more than hand-washing dishes, then you might make that a condition of your search.

8. Accessibility: Can your furniture logically get up the stairs and into the apartment? It’s a good plan, if you have really large and/or awkwardly shaped things, to measure them in advance, then take a tape measure along with you.

9. Pets: If you have a pet, can they live here with you? The lure of a nice apartment is not justification for dropping your pet off at the shelter. Also, some apartments that say “no pets” can be coaxed into a quiet, well-behaved, neutered cat, particularly if you can provide a reference from a landlord as to your cat’s goodness.

10. Paint: Can you paint the walls? What if you agree to paint them back to the original, sanitarium white when you leave?

11. Parking: Is it extra? Lot v. garage? Remote for the garage? Assigned spots? Street parking at reasonable times? Where can guests park? (thanks, lexingtoncherry!)

12: Additional costs: Which utilities do you pay? Power, water/sewer, garbage, cable, internet …? Be sure to factor these into your cost calculation. (thanks, anserini!)

After seeing an apartment: If you know it’s the right place for you, express that when you see it and then send an email as soon as possible. Thank them for taking the time to meet with you, say that you are very interested, have the deposit money ready and would like to sign a lease ASAP.

The hilarious, big-hearted, observant, down to earth, and adorable duo!

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“I know, you‘re right. It‘s just… I just wanna be in love and be loved back. I want a good, stable relationship. I want what you and Harry have,“ Chris said, gesturing towards Sophia.

She scoffed and instantly tried to cover it up with a cough.

“What was that?“ Chris asked.

“Nothing, I just… I‘m thirsty,“ Sophia lied and took a sip of water, masking her charade with a fake smile.

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magnsbeans  asked:

ok i thought of this malec elevator au and it's KILLING ME: magnus and alec ride the same elevator every day at the same time and always see each other and they think the other is super cute but are too shy(or at least alec is) but also they never really have time to say anything bc it's like a 3 second ride so little by little they start talking to each other and their fondness for each other grows and eventually they ask each other out to dinner and it's super cute i'm literally dead

this is so cute im dead too???!!! honestly the best idea. also please forgive me and imagine that a ride from floor twenty to floor one is long enough for them to talk, okay, it’s fiction.

It’s been an endlessly long day and Alec’s ready to just go home and camp out on the couch in his sweats, even though he knows he’s probably going to be dragged to the gym to spar by Jace. He strides into the elevator and tips his head back against the wall, blearily opening his eyes when it dings on the next floor down. 

A man walks in balancing an empty thermos and a notepad in one hand and his laptop and headphones in the other, trying to stuff everything into his leather messenger bag despite having no hands left to do so with. The laptop teeters and begins to fall; Alec springs forward and catches it, but as he looks up to say here you go the words die in his throat as he takes in the other man’s sparkling eyes and soft-looking lips. He’s got red-tipped, styled hair, and the scarf around his neck is doing nothing to protect him from the cold and instead emphasizes the sharp, broad cut of his shoulders and his muscles, the long lines of his torso. 

“Hi, uh.” Alec flounders, handing the laptop back. “Here.” 

“Thank you.” The man smiles at Alec, his eyes crinkling, and Alec can’t help but smile back, wide and genuine. He’s not a friendly person by nature, but something about the brightness of the man, and how beautiful he is, has blown his normal walls away. 

The elevator dings again, and they both smile at each other one more time before they go their separate ways. The thought of the man brings a smile to his face all night. 

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It’s close to a week the next time Alec sees him. This time he’s holding a doughnut in his hand as he leaves work, contemplating if he wants to eat it now or maybe save to share with Jace, when the door dings and the man with the red-tipped hair walks in again. Alec looks up in surprise. 

“Nice goatee.” He says before he can help himself, and the man’s eyes widen slightly as he looks at Alec, before a slow smile spreads over his face. 

“Thanks.” He holds a finger up. “You’re the one who rescued my laptop last week - thank you for that, by the way. I would have lost all of my notes for this weeks project if you hadn’t.” 

“It was no problem.” Alec fiddles with the edge of the napkin in his hands as silence falls around them again, the digital display on the wall ticking down the floors from twenty to one. 

“I’m Magnus, by the way.” 

Alec looks up, surprised. Magnus is still looking at him like Alec’s done something unbelievable. 

“Alec.” He says, and the elevator dings for the ground floor. They smile at each other again - Alec hasn’t done this much random smiling for a stranger since he worked as a mall kiosk attendant for one brutal, short-lived week back when he was sixteen - and part ways. 

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anonymous asked:

For the sentence thingy "Did you just knock out an officer!? I'm not ready to go to jail!"

“Calm down, Y/N.” Jason said as he inspected the officer’s face. “This is just my stupid brother.”

“Even better, he’ll know where you live.” Y/N threw her hands up in the air and started to walk away. “Go on a date with me, you said. I’ll make sure you have fun, you said.”

“We can go back to my place and have fun, if you want.” Jason purred seductively.

“Sure and then it’ll make your brother the cop’s job so much easier because we’ll be in the same place.” Y/N groaned.

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you guys are adorable.” Dick said from his position on the floor.

(700 Follower Celebration)

THAT TRAILER WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I’VE EVER WITNESSED???

“who’s getting married?” “me, to aaron, today”

THAT SOFT LIL KISS AND HUG OUTSIDE THE PUB I MELTED

AARON LOVES MR SHIFTY. rob doesn’t even care for paddy’s blessing anymore BLESS UP

rob opening the boot?? with the most loving smile I’ve ever seen, just looking down at his future husband and giving his hand to him, all “happy suprise wedding day” AND AARON’S FACE. HE JUST STARES BACK WITH SO MUCH CONFUSION AND LOVE

ROB WAS SO SOFT AARON WAS SO SOFT I’M BROKEN THIS WEDDING IS EVERYTHING

anonymous asked:

Could I get the TFP bots with a smol s/o who's always salty and ready to fight? Cause lord know I'm always ready to throw down 😂

Optimus

  • He will tell you to stay back and after time he will yell at you.
  • “Y/N! STAY THE FRAG AWAY!”
  • “NO FRAGGING WAY, THIS CALLS FOR A BEAT DOWN!!”
  • “PRIMUS, Y/NN!”
  • IT gets him a bit mad when you TRY to FIGHT MEGATRON. He never lets you get close to him, he’d crush you like a bug.

Ratchet

  • “Y/n! You are NOT going with them to storm the nemesis!”
  • He’ll become bitchy if you go off with them. 
  • it’s just how he shows he cares, though. 

Bumblebee

  • Every time you move closer the enemy, he’d just pick you up and move you far away as he went back to fighting.
  • Geez, just stop you’re going to KILL him!

Arcee

  • The second you started screaming at the attacker, she got on her peds and pulls you back.
  • “Stay here.” she says orderly.
  • Any other protest is ignored and she’ll bitch at you later for it. 

Bulkhead

  • “Y/n n-nO. stOP HE’LL KILL YOU!”
  • “Yeah? Well-!”
  • “Y/N!!”
  • The vehicon just watched in amusement as you attempt to beat its ped with your foot.
  • But it gives bulk enough time to get up and beat the fucc out of him.
  • Later he’d say that was dumb of you, but you just heavenly exhale through your nose as you say he deserved it.

Wheeljack

  • He doesn’t care, he won’t let you get hurt anyway.
  • The only time he’d stop you are the times he throws a bomb.

Smokescreen

  • When he doesn’t know humans are fragile, he might’ve taken you on one or two dangerous missions.
  • But when he LEARNS HUMANS CAN BE FRAGGING GLASS he makes sure you stay out of the way so you don’t die while trying to kill a vehicon. 

Ultra Magnus

  • HUMAN STOP THAT GET BACK OVER HERE
  • As much as he respects your determination, surely would prefer you alive and breathing.

When Marv and Whizzer first meet (Trina hired to latter to take their family portrait), Whizzer decides to scribble down his personal number on a scrap of paper for Marvin (who is hot in a dilf kinda way and whos flirting is charmingly awkward) after just an hour of conversing in the kitchen while Trina is in the living room trying to get Jason ready. And wooo boy, the look on Marvin’s when Whizzer slips the paper into his back pocket before he leaves is priceless. Marvin spends the next like, three hours hyperventilating in the bathroom.

Here is my final product. This is a picture of Antisepticeye 💚

The original picture was a digital drawing by Page250Jane on YouTube and Twitter. Please go subscribe to her on YouTube! She does amazing artwork on livestreams, and awesome Anti and/or Dark AMVs! All of her artwork is on her Twitter, including the original digital drawing of what I drew, and it’s beautiful.

I decided to draw her original, but change a few things, such as hands, colors, mouth, and other small things, but this concept is all her, so I won’t take credit for anything except for the fact that I did draw and color all that is shown in this picture.

With that now out of the way, I’m very proud of what I did here. It took four days to finish, and I’m so happy with the outcome. The hands are mine; I had to take so many weird pictures to get the angle correct. Skin tone was hell. Colored pencils aren’t the easiest to work with because once you put down a color, you can’t really go back, so highlighting was a bitch. I had to leave the parts I wanted to highlight void of color until I was ready to highlight, which was very difficult, but worth it in the end.

I’m thankful to Jane for this inspiration to draw again, and I’m so thankful to @therealjacksepticeye for being such an amazing, sweet, lovable person. 💚💙

When You’re In Love

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: The reader comforts Stiles after Donovan died

A/N: This is been in my drafts for a while and since I’m still writing Evil, I decided to post it

Request here

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You were home alone, your parents were out of town because some relative you didn’t know was sick. You assured them you would be fine on your own, since it was just the beginning of the school year.

Although classes had just started, you were already tired. It wasn’t school, no, but living in Beacon Hills and one of your best friends being a True Alpha, it tires you out.

You had been asleep for a while, but the sound of your phone woke you up. While rubbing one eye you glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Whoever this was, they’d better have a pretty good reason to call at 1 a.m. You grabbed the phone, blinking a few times, the screen was too bright for you to see the caller ID. When you could finally read your boyfriend’s name on the screen you quickly picked up.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice raspy for not being used in a while.

“(Y/N)…I…” He was breathing heavily, it seemed like he was having a panic attack.


“Stiles, babe, are you okay?” You sat up on your bed.


“I…” He sobbed “It all…happened…so fast.”


“Stiles? Where are you?” You were fully awake now “Are you home?”

His sobs were getting louder.

“Stiles?” You got up.

“Yes…I’m home” He whimpered.

“Okay babe, hold on. I’ll be there in ten okay?” You paused “Just calm down, I’ll be right there.”

“Please…” He begged.

You hung up and walked over to your closet putting on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie over your tank top. You grabbed your phone and car keys before leaving the house.

When you got to Stiles’ house, all lights were out and the Sheriff’s car wasn’t there, in fact, not even Stiles’ jeep was there. You walked in, using a spare key he gave you a while ago.

“Stiles?” You called out but got no answer.

He wasn’t in the kitchen or in the living room, so you went upstairs, following his sobs all the way to his room. You turned on the light, finding him sitting in the corner, crying is eyes out.

“Stiles?” You called out softly but he didn’t look up.

You walked closer to him and kneeled down.

“Stiles, look at me.” A few seconds later he looked up at you “What happened?”

He looked down at his hands and that was when you noticed that they were bloody, just like his clothes.

“Is that…blood?” You asked slightly freaking out “Stiles, what happened?” You were looking for any wounds. Was he bleeding? “Do you need to go to the hospital?” He didn’t move “Stiles? What happened?” He sobbed even harder.

“It’s not…it’s not mine” He said between sobs.

“What?” You widended your eyes “Who is it then? Whose blood is that? Stiles, what the hell happened? Whose blood is that?” You ran your hand through your hair, clearly nervous.

But he just stayed quiet sobbing, his hands shaking, his breathing heavy, his eyes read and puffy from all the crying.

“I'm…I’m gonna call Scott.” You took your phone out of your pocket, ready to dial your best friend’s number.

“NO! No, you can't” He sniffed “Scott will never forgive me.”

“Stiles, you have to tell me what happened.”

“No…no…Scott can’t find out about this.” He shook his head, his eyes on the floor.

“Okay Stiles…calm down.” You ran a hand through his brown hair “I won’t call Scott, but you have to tell me what happened.” You placed your phone back in your pocket.

He took a few deep breaths, calming himself and you wiped away his tears.

“I…I was at the library.” He started.

“Yeah, you were there with Malia right?” He nodded.

“She left early but I stayed to make some research…” He paused for a few seconds “When I was going home, my car wouldn’t start, so I had to fix it. And that was when he attacked me…” He started shaking again.

“Who? Who attacked you Stiles?”

“Donovan” He started breathing heavily again.

“Okay…calm down Stiles. It’s over” You caressed his cheek giving him a small smile.

“We started fighting and I ran back to the library. But he found me, so I climbed on of those rails, and I reached for one of them to climb higher…but they fell and one of them stabbed him…right across the chest.” He started crying again.

You were just processing the newly acquired information. Donovan tried to kill Stiles and he ran away. Somehow Donovan got hurt in the process, so probably he’d try to get revenge.

“Okay, it’s fine Stiles. He’ll heal.”

“No…he…he’s dead.” You gulped “There was nothing I could do…I…I didn’t even tried to help him. I just watched him die.” You breathed out, not realizing that you had stopped breathing while he told you this.

“Are you saying that he's…dead?” You asked.

“It…it was an accident, but I…I still feel like it’s my fault.”

It wasn’t his fault, he acted in self-defence. Donovan went after him and he ended up dead. But Scott wouldn’t like to hear it, as soon as he found that Donovan died because of Stiles, he wouldn’t hear the rest.

“Stiles, look at me” You cupped his face forcing him to look you in the eye “It wasn’t your fault, okay? It was self-defence.” You reassured him “And Scott doesn’t have to know.”

“Don’t you hate me?” He asked scared of the answer.

“No, I would never hate you Stiles, I love you.” You kissed his forehead “I’ll be by your side through this, like I was when you were the Nogitsune, like I will always be. It’s literally impossible for me to hate you.”

After a few more minutes of talking to him, he calmed down enough to get up from the floor.

“Why don’t you take a warm shower? It will be good.” he nodded.

You walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, handing them to him.

“You’ll be here when I get back, right?”

“Yes, I’ll be right here. I won’t leave you Stiles, I promise.

He walked into the bathroom and when you heard the water run, you quickly went downstairs to make him some tea to calm him down. You also grabbed a sleeping pill, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep on his own.

You got back to his room and a few minutes later he left the shower, throwing his bloody clothes on the floor. He sat down next to you on the bed and you grabbed one of his hands.

“Better?” He nodded “I made you some tea and I brought you this.” He grabbed the tea cup and the pill “We can deal with this in the morning okay? Now you just need to get some sleep” You squeezed his hand.

He drank the tea and took the pill, his hands still slightly shaking.

“Can you stay here?” He asked, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I’ll stay” You kissed his temple.

You went to bed and pulled the covers over your bodies. He turned around, his back facing you and you wrapped an arm around his waist, knowing that he liked to be the little spoon. With your other hand, you ran your fingers through his hair, knowing that it always calmed him down. You kept whispering sweet nothings in his ear as you felt his hand grip yours tighter.

After a while, his breathing got steady, and his grip on your hand wasn’t as strong, he was finally asleep. You glanced at the clock on his nightstand, it was 3 a.m. Looking at the boy sleeping peacefully next to you, you felt the tears threatening to spill, knowing that now, sleep was the only thing he had to escape from the hell that his life was about to become, maybe not even there. The guilt would eat him alive, having to lie to his best friend, to his dad, to everyone. He couldn’t take that much pressure. But you would to stay right by his side, helping him with everything. You were so in love with him, that you were willing to carry this secret with you forever. You would rather die than spill his secret.

But I guess that’s what you do when you’re in love.