i'm sorry for not adding a text i was in a hurry ; ;

Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*

anonymous asked:

you're so cute <3 can i get scenarios where Bakugou and Todoroki (seperate) s/o is late to school, and they're never late. They won't reply to their texts, Half way through class, everybody looks over as the door slowly opens and s/o walks in covered in head to toe with blood and bruises, tries to take a step into the classroom before passing out? (By a villian) Reactions? Angst possibly eeee. Maybe floof You write characters so in character I wish I could too!! I'm always SO ooc ): thank you!!

*hides my flustered face* ahhh…tysm but I-Im not c-cute, you are <3

btw, I only accept one character per scenario request. So, I’m sorry, my bby, Todorki.

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Ease - Part 17



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SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

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It became a habit, checking your phone every few minutes to see if there was a text, if there was a missed call. But every time, there would be nothing. Then that same old bitter feeling settled in your stomach, and it became harder and harder to focus on the essay you were writing. Eventually, you gave up and sat back, staring at the paper but not quite seeing it.

It was the day of the competition: the day you’d been waiting for for months, but it wasn’t going quite how you’d imagined it back then. Instead of getting ready excitedly with Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi, you were sat in your room tearing your hair out at the memory of Taehyung walking away from you with a betrayed look in his eyes. You’d told Jungkook what had happened, and how Taehyung’s parting words and the lack of communication confirmed that he’d dropped out of the dance, and Jungkook didn’t seem at all surprised.

“He can sulk for a long time,” he had explained, wincing as he walked into his kitchen, his ankle still causing him pain. “After so many years of knowing him, hasn’t he ever done that before?”

You had said he hadn’t, because when you fought, it never lasted long. Over the years, you’d relied on his forgiving nature, but this time was different. He knew how much this dance meant to you and Jungkook, so if he was willing to let it all fall through, he was seriously hurt. You didn’t blame him.

Yoongi had texted you that morning, asking whether Taehyung had given in and if you would be performing, and your eyes stung slightly as you typed out a simple no. You hadn’t forgiven yourself for what happened, so you didn’t expect Taehyung to either. For the past couple of nights, you’d eaten your way through several tubs of ice cream in front of the TV, feeling very sorry for yourself. Your housemates crept around you, not disturbing your binge and letting you eat your feelings away. However, on the day of the competition, it didn’t seem to be working, so you sat down to get some work done. Which also wasn’t working.

You had no energy left in you to win Taehyung round. Deep down, you knew keeping that secret from him would hurt in the long run, but you didn’t realise how much it would hurt. Everything seemed so futile, and it left you feeling empty. You had to force yourself to get out of bed, to eat, to take a shower, but your mind never once strayed from Taehyung.

As you stared out of your window at the cloudless sky, your phone began vibrating angrily against the wooden desk. It flashed up with a name, and your heart sunk when you realised it wasn’t Taehyung. It was your mother.

“Hey,” you answered, switching to English.

Y/N! You haven’t called recently, is everything okay?” came her chirpy yet slightly worried voice.

“I’m fine,” you swallowed, eyeing the bin that was full of empty ice cream tubs. “How’s home? Did you get the money I sent you?”

“I did, thank you. It’s all been sorted with the rent, so don’t you worry about that. You’ve done us a massive favour. Thank you, Y/N, honestly. But I was mainly calling about something else. I wanted to ask you about Taehyung…”

You took in a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever idea she’d come up with. Usually she’d ask you to invite him to some family outing that she’d spontaneously planned, whether it be a meal at a restaurant or a shopping trip in town. Excuses popped into your head to get out of asking Taehyung without arousing suspicion as your mother continued talking.

“It was quite strange. I was making a quick trip to the market to pick up some groceries, and I could’ve sworn I saw Taehyung walk past. So I called out his name, just to be sure, and he turned and looked around. He didn’t see me, but it meant I could see his face and it was definitely him. Has something happened in his family? Surely he’s missing classes by coming home.”

“What?” you asked flatly, standing up suddenly and sending your chair clattering to the floor. The door to Yeona and Mijung’s room opposite you opened, but you ignored it. “He’s in Daegu?”

“I saw his mum, but of course, I didn’t want to be insensitive so I just asked if Taehyung had some time off. She said he hadn’t, and I didn’t push her any further than that. Plus, I don’t speak enough Korean to ask anything else. Tae looked really sad, too, bless him.”

“He’s in Daegu,” you repeated hollowly, just as your bedroom door opened to reveal a slightly annoyed Yeona.

“Can you keep-”

“I’ve got to go,” you said down the phone, cutting off Yeona’s attempt at a scolding.

Not looking her in the eye, you brushed past Yeona as you hurried towards the front door, your mind in turmoil. Was it really that bad that Taehyung had to go home? Or was it something else? You had no idea, but you were certain that either Jin, Namjoon or Jungkook did.

Really, all you needed to do was send a text to Taehyung’s housemates, but you didn’t want to stick around to be told off by Yeona, and you weren’t doing anything else productive, so you began pacing it towards Taehyung’s house in the hot spring morning.

Taehyung’s house was loud with noise when you arrived, as they were all singing along to a song playing on Jungkook’s phone. Jimin standing in the mix, which took you aback slightly as he danced next to Jungkook and sang his heart out.

“Jimin,” you said bluntly, catching his attention. His face split into a grin as he ruffled his silver hair, but you couldn’t understand why he was there and Taehyung wasn’t, so your smile back was weak. “Where’s Taehyung?” you asked him.

Jimin just shrugged, so you turned the question onto the other boys. Jungkook paused the music so you could be heard properly, resulting in a few grumbles from the others. After repeating yourself, however, you were met with silence.

“Taehyung? I haven’t seen him since yesterday,” said Jin finally, beginning to frown.

“Nor me,” added Namjoon. “Although I heard him bashing around in his room for a bit, but nothing else. We thought he was with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes opened wide as he realised something was up. It was such an innocent look that you understood why he got away with annoying Namjoon so often.

“Taehyung’s gone home,” you explained sadly, hoping against all hopes that you weren’t the sole reason for his unexplained departure. “He found out that I knew about Yeji.”

“Knew what about Yeji?” asked Jin quizzically, the same confused expression on his face as Namjoon. “Wait, is this to do with the thing that you kept from him? When he told you he liked you before you met us in the park?”

Slowly and hesitatingly, you explained the whole situation, with the help of Jungkook and Jimin. You watched as Namjoon and Jin’s faces turned from confused to angry to sorrowfully understanding as you talked, your burdens lifting off your chest as you did so. It was shameful describing what you did, especially to your friends who had always been so kind and considerate . Jungkook and Jimin also looked embarrassed, as they too had kept the same thing from Taehyung, but there was no doubt in your mind it was your responsibility. After all, you were supposed to be his best friend.

“… and now because of that, Taehyung’s gone back to Daegu and I can’t compete in the dance competition,” you finished, looking around at the others and waiting for them to say ‘it’s your own fault’ or ‘what’s done is done’. Because it was true: there was nothing else you could do.

Strangely, however, Namjoon seemed to believe differently. “Well, you need to go bring him back for the competition.”

You just blinked several times, not quite expecting that response. “I need to do what?”

“I’m not seeing all your hard work go down the drain, just because of some silly misunderstanding,” declared Namjoon. “I understand why Taehyung was mad, but it’s plain unfair to ruin this for you. I say drive down to Daegu, apologise, and tell him to get his ass back to Seoul.”

Laughing at the absurdness of it all, you shook your head. “If he’s upset enough to go home and miss classes, then he’s not going to come back if I simply say sorry. Plus, I can’t drive.”

“Jin does.”

“It’s broken down,” mumbled Jin, his face downcast. “Why do you think I’ve been looking after Jungkook? I’m not doing this out of kindness, you know.”

“How about… train!” Namjoon called out triumphantly.

Again, you shook your head. “Too expensive. I appreciate the thought, I really do, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I was just coming to check if there was another reason that he might’ve left, but I guess not. I’ll see you guys later.”

Walking towards the front door, you almost made it to the handle before a hand on your shoulder pulled you back. Wheeling around, you saw Namjoon standing right behind you, his dark eyes pitiful as he smiled softly.

“Don’t give up, okay?”

Looking down at your shoes, you tried not to let your face go red. “Namjoon, it’s too late. I’m tired of chasing him.”

He just chuckled lightly, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze before letting go and walking away backwards. “It’s never too late to fight for something,” he said, turning around and leaving you standing there, unsure and uncertain as to what to do next.

Going back to your house, you walked into the main sitting area and almost burst into tears then and there. Instead, you gulped heavily to rid the stone from your throat and sank down onto one of the sofas, cuddling a cushion in your lap. How could you fight for a lost cause?

“Y/N! It’s your turn to do the-” Jiwon paused as she saw your stricken face, not knowing how to react. You didn’t bother looking in her direction, as your mind was elsewhere and you couldn’t be bothered to bring it back. Instead, you let her slowly remove her body from her bedroom and tentatively move towards you, her slippers dragging on the wooden floor.

“Is everything okay?” she asked quietly in a high-pitched tone.

When you didn’t respond, she disappeared for a minute, but returned with reinforcements. Before you knew what was happening, all three girls were sitting around you, eyebrows upturned in worry.

“You’ve been acting really weird recently,” commented Mijung bluntly, her ponytails jiggling about furiously as she fidgeted about next to you. “What’s the matter?”

That’s all it took for you to completely spill everything. For so long, you’d been keeping things to yourself and suffering quietly, but you were on a roll. For the second time that day, you told your secrets. You told them all about Taehyung, about how you fell in love over the years, about the dance competition, and all the way up to how you messed up by keeping too many secrets. It felt wrong at first, as your housemates were the last people you thought you’d tell about anything, but eventually you were glad you did. Mijung wrapped her arms around your shoulders while Yeona and Jiwon mothered you with blankets, as well as making sympathetic noises and offering their support.

“We had no idea,” muttered Yeona. She seemed genuinely distressed, which contradicted her usual grumpy aura. Although you had been told it was because she worked so hard, your opinion of the older girl never changed until that moment.

“So, you fancy Taehyung, and he was going to dance with you, but he’s gone back to Daegu because you upset him,” stated Mijung, summarising your points, “and you can’t fetch him and bring him back to Seoul because you can’t drive. Right?”

“Why don’t you text him?” asked Jiwon.

“He’s ignoring them. I don’t think it’s something you can sort out over text, anyway,” you sniffled.

“I can drive.”

Your hanging head lifted to look at Jiwon, mouth falling open slightly.

“I was in a similar situation with my boyfriend,” she explained, fiddling with the corner of a cushion. “I kept secrets because I was scared he would judge me if he found out. It almost ruined things completely.”

“You’d be willing to drive down to Daegu for me?” you spluttered incredulously.

“This will be so fun!” squealed Mijung, clapping her hands. “Road trip!” Standing up, she hurried to her room, but Yeona and Jiwon didn’t question it. You wondered if they ever bothered questioning Mijung’s actions.

“But you… don’t like me?”

“Nonsense,” Yeona laughed loudly. “Sure, you’re noisy, but you’re not so bad. Us housemates have got to stick together, right? And if Y/N’s in a time of need, then it’s our duty to help out.”

“It’s a long drive,” you argued, not quite believing your luck.

“How long will it take to drive?” Yeona asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“About three hours,” you responded, quickly glancing at Jiwon to see if she was frowning or not. Luckily, she nodded, and internally you cheered.

This was really happening, you thought to yourself. At the start of the year, you never would’ve thought that your housemates were willing to make an impromptu road trip to the other side of the country, just so you could participate in a dance competition. Scratch that, you wouldn’t have even thought that would ever happen an hour ago.

“We’ve got to plan this out,” instructed Yeona, immediately taking charge. “If we leave now, we’ll make it by mid-afternoon, leaving Y/N… not very long to win round Taehyung. By the time we get back to Seoul, the show would just be starting, if Y/N’s quick.”

“Sounds good to me!” cheered Mijung, coming back from her room with a crate of food. “I’ve got the provisions.”

“How…” began Jiwon, trailing off as she stared at the pile of snacks and drink cans that Mijung was struggling to carry, her small frame leaning backwards slightly to support the mound of food. Turning back to Yeona, she added, “We’ll be cutting it fine, won’t we?”

Yeona nodded. “Y/N, you’re going to have to be quick. Jiwon, you need to push the speed limits where you can, because if you’re late for shows like this, they don’t let you perform at all. They’re really strict on schedules.”

Adrenaline filled your body as you realised what you were about to do. Could you make it? The excitement pumped in your blood at the thought of dancing with Taehyung on stage, but it was a distant dream. If you didn’t have long to talk, you might not be able to convince him at all, and you didn’t want to waste people’s time by driving down to Daegu for nothing. But you wanted nothing more than to make Jungkook proud. After messing with his emotions for so long, it was the least you could do for him.

The girls began packing up the car while Yeona gave out strict orders on directions if there was traffic. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing they were going out of their way to help you. It was strange how their personalities began to show, too. For so long, you’d assumed that both Jiwon and Yeona were crabby and snarky, and Mijung was slightly crazy, but you were pleasantly surprised to find out differently. Jiwon was slightly nervous, but seemed extremely intelligent, Yeona was a natural leader, as she was calm and in control, and Mijung was a devotee for food and seemed to have a positive outlook on absolutely everything. Your spirits were lifting by the second, knowing that your housemates weren’t completely heartless, and that you might still have a shot at the competition. And a shot at fixing things with Taehyung.

This might solve everything, or could be a complete disaster.

And you hoped and prayed it was the first.

An hour later, you were driving down the highway, Yeona sorting out timings and Mijung with you in the back asking you endless questions about Taehyung. The car was a mess already, with sweet wrappers everywhere and a strong smell of vanilla wafting through the air, despite the air con being on full blast. There was also a sticky residue near your feet, which you believed was Mijung’s fault, as during a two minute pit stop her drink went from full to almost empty, but she denied the accusations. Despite the litter crunching under your shoes, it was quite comfortable sinking back into the chair and letting your head rest against the cool glass of the window.

“Basically, you both like each other, and neither of you knew for years?” she asked, sucking on a lollipop that turned her lips blue.

“He was subtle about it,” you explained. “It was only when my friend pointed it out, I realised. I don’t know, I guess I just thought he was being friendly.”

“I wish you’d told us sooner. I would’ve immediately told you he was flirting. I have a romantic eye” said Mijung proudly.

You shuffled in your seat uncomfortably. It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want to become friends, but more because of the rudeness and constant scolding you received had put you off. Although they were never your dream housemates, and they were nothing compared to what Taehyung had, but they were helping you do something that was completely insane, and you were eternally grateful.

Eventually, a couple of hours later, the buildings started becoming familiar as you reached the outskirts of Daegu, and you began directing Jiwon towards your house. You passed fields and small farms, all of which brought you nostalgia of the times where everything was so much simpler. A time when there was no heartbreak, no confusion, no secrets. High school was extremely stressful, as you were working well into the night just to get a good grade, so even though you’d never go back, you still missed how your life was back then.

“What are you going to say to him?” Mijung asked softly, as if she knew you were growing more and more nervous as you drew closer.

You shrugged, keeping your eyes out of the window and watching the trees and bushes flash by. “I guess sorry would be a start.”

“Don’t panic,” she reassured. “If he really loves you, he’ll let you in.”

Something told you she wasn’t talking literally.

hear your heart | Deaf!Cas/Hearing!Dean AU

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Dean first saw him in a coffee shop. It was a cliche and Dean goddamn knew it. He walked into the place, signed to Sam to ask what he wanted and caught the eye of a guy sitting near to the wall. His blue eyes bore into Dean’s and at first, Dean felt defensive. He and Sam had grown to ignore the stares. It had been so many years since the fire and this life was all that Sam knew. That didn’t stop people from staring at them when they were out. 

Go and grab a seat. I’ll bring this over. Dean signed.

Sam nodded and found a seat not far from Dean. Even now Sam wasn’t keen on being around hearing people on his own. Dean brought their drinks and went to sit down with Sam, all the while noticing that the guy was still staring at him. 

What is it? Sam asked. 

Some guy over there won’t stop staring. It’s like he’s never seen sign language before. Dean signed with a frown. There were millions of deaf people all over the world and yet it still seemed to weird a lot of people out. 

If it makes you feel awkward I can just lip read. Sam signed with a shrug. 

No, I’m not going to stop just to placate some judgemental asshole. Dean signed while he frowned. He’d always been protective of Sam and it had become more and more of a deal over the years. Dean was the elder one, the one to look after his younger brother. He never told Sam that another reason he was so protective was because of Sam’s deafness. Sam never thought of himself as different because he had never known any different. He’d hadn’t even been a year old when the accident claimed his hearing and he had no memory of a life before his lost his hearing. 

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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…


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?”

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happy birthday nicole!!!!! you’re one of my best friends on here and i thought i’d gift you some childhood best friend boxer!luke. oh and yes, there’s angst for my angst queen 💕 i hope you like it. i love you!!! 

They had always known each other.

His bright blue eyes had been imprinted in her memory since they we’re children, growing up together. She watched as he grew older, the light in his eyes slowly fading when he realized that his parents were no longer in love.

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Hiiii can you do an imagine where Y/n’s from France and the boys go there and she falls in love with mikey/mikey falls in love with her but they have to break up bc he leaves?¿ I love you so much your account is amazing!!! 😄😄❤❤

It’s one of those days where you basically curse every single person you see around. A lot of people scattered around the street, taking their time walking and blocking your way. You were late for work and if you don’t get in time, you’ll probably get a never ending yell from your boss.

It was summer in France, meaning everything’s hectic. There’s tourists everywhere and there’s the citizens roaming around the city. Most of the time you wouldn’t mind them but if they’re walking like turtles and blocking your way, you had the right to be pissed.

You were almost running on the way to your work when bumped to another person in the street and you swear you were about to throw a fit until you saw the beautiful boy standing in front of you. He had dark hair and bright eyes. He had an eyebrow piercing and some tattoos on his arms. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?” You nodded at him and started walking. “Wait!” You turned around to look at him and he caught up to you. “Do you know where this cafe is? I’m supposed to meet my bandmates there but I’m lost.” He showed you the text and you nodded. “That’s where I work. C'mon I’ll take you there.”

The both of you didn’t speak throughout the walk. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to but you were really late you had to be there fast. You wanted to talk him, ask him about his name or why is he staying in France, safe to say he interest you. He felt the same too. He thought you were beautiful. He noticed that you were in a hurry so he didn’t dare to speak.

When you arrived, you were ready for your boss’s shouts at you but you didn’t hear any. The cafe wasn’t as packed as you thought it would be and some of your co-workers worked an extra shift. “I’m really sorry sir, I helped a customer find his way here.” “It’s okay just go get your work clothes now.”

The whole day passed and you didn’t see the attractive boy again. After the both of you arrived, his friends ordered some pastries and coffee then left after a while. You were disappointed that you didn’t get to know his name.

You were closing the shop, a consequence you have to face for being late, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You were surprised and was about to hit the stranger when you saw the attractive boy from this morning. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I just wondering if you uh wanted to- maybe you could go get coffee with me?” You chuckled “I don’t think you notice but I already work in a coffee shop.” He blushed furiously and looked down “I’m up for some pizza though?” He looked up at you and nodded. “I’m Y/N.” “I’m Michael.”

That one date turned so many. He asked you out again after and then the date after that then the date after that also. You found out a lot about him. He was from Australia and he was staying for a while in France, to record some album with his bandmates. He asked you to be his girlfriend after a few dates and of course you said yes. He was avery sweet boyfriend and you couldn’t ask for more.

He called you one day, decided that the both of you needed to talk and discuss some things. You were nervous to say at least. He was never that serious when he talks to you. The both of you met up at the pizza place that you guys ate at for your first date. You laughed ad you remembered Michael’s flustered face when the soda went through his nose because of laughing too hard on your jokes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw your boyfriend entering the shop looking upset. “What’s the matter Mikey?” You cooed at him. “We need to talk.” He said sternly at you. You were taken back from the tone of his voice, contrasting his usual cheery tone. “What’s going on?” “We need to break up.” You widened your eyes and you felt your heart drop.

“What? What did I do? Did I do something? Mikey please talk to me!” You were sobbing now and you didn’t mind that people are looking at you. “I’m leaving for tour. I’m not ready for long distance relationship okay? I love you, don’t forget that, but I just can’t not right now.” You held his hand from across the table and kissed it. “Please Mikey. Can we just try please?” His eyes were red and you can see how much he is trying not to break down in front of you. “We can’t.” He looked at you pleadingly.

“I’m sorry.” He stood up, kissed you one last time and left you all alone inside the shop. Heartbroken that the first words he said to you were also the last words you’ll ever hear from him.

a/n: hey guys!! Sorry I’m so mia when it comes to writing requests!! I’m just so busy at school because it’s finals week but I’ll try to write more!