oh god he's the worst

  • AHS fandom: OH MY GOD HOW DARE EVAN PETERS PLAY A TRUMP SUPPORTER HE IS THE WORST OH MY GOD I HATE AMERICAN HORROR STORY SO MUCH
  • AHS fandom: [When it came to Tate Langdon, a mass school shooter who also murdered several other people as a ghost, raped a woman, lit a man on fire, sodomized a gay man with a fireplace poker, and dropped several homophobia slurs against the gay ghosts in the house.] OH MY GOD HE'S SUCH A SWEET MISUNDERSTOOD ROMANTIC SOUL I WANT TO BE VIOLET SO MUUUUUCH EVAN PETERS IS MY BABYYYY

marino-kun  asked:

“the fuck? who are you?” Sterek plis ❤️ maybe drunk stiles and deputy Derek?

Stiles.

He remembers.

His name is Stiles.

“My name is Sh-tiles. He tests it out. No, not right. “Sh-ties? Sh-ti? Stiles!He yells and then promptly begins laughing. It’s a funny word. “My name is funny.” He laughs again and looks around, he’s outside, yeah, he can see the street. And he’s – sitting down? On the ground? Why? He tries to stand up, fails.

Nope. He giggles. Maybe he should stay here and take a nap, he’s kind of tired. And hungry. Hmmn, pizza. “I want pizza.” He says. Where can he get pizza?

“Stiles!” Someone screams.

Hey, it’s his name! “I’m Stiles!” He yells. “I know that!” He laughs again when someone kneels in front of him. “I’m Stiles!”

“Yes, you are.” The guy says, mutters thank God and I told you to stay inside. He has green eyes, Stiles likes green eyes.

“Your eyes are pretty.” He has pretty lips too, Stiles kind of wants to kiss them. “Can I kiss you?”

The guy closes his eyes, shakes his head. “Not now. Let me take you home first.”

“Why?” Stiles whines as the guy helps him stand up. Hmmnn, Stiles leans his head against the guy’s shoulder, it’s warm. It’s definitely nicer than the ground, maybe he should take a nap. “Hmmmnn.” He sighs. “I like you.” He slurs, closing his eyes happily.


He startles awake when he feels someone messing with his shoes. “Gah!” He screams, jumping back and nearly falling off a bed. “The fuck? Who are you?” He keeps screaming, reaches for a pillow and throws it at the guy’s head.

“Stiles –” The guy starts, raising his hands, “calm down.”

“I’m calm!” He answers. Wasn’t he calm? He’s calm! The calmest! The most calm! The guy keeps staring at him. His eyes are green. “Green eyes.” He says, laughs when the guy raises an eyebrow. “Your eyes are pretty.” He reaches for the guy’s face, but it’s too far. He whines. Why is it that far? “Eyebrows.” He slurs and laughs.

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True blood son...and daughter - Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader

Summary : Your first meeting with your half-brother didn’t really went well, both of you being quite hot headed…Slowly but surely however, you guys warm up to each other. 

It’s meh, I’m so dissatisfied with my writing lately…hope you’ll still enjoy it :

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-Don’t forget I’m the true blood son ! 

-Oh yeah ? That’s funny because you know what ? I’m the true blood daughter ! So your argument is invalid. Do you think before you speak ?

Your father looked between you and Damian, not knowing what to do…This wasn’t going how he wanted it to go at all. 

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Your first encounter with your half-brother Damian was…tense, to say the least. One day your dad came home with the boy, and boom, I guess you had a new brother. You were super excited. At least at first. You quickly realized that he wasn’t really…the nicest. 

Even before your father explained where he came from and all, you knew he was definitely your brother. He looked almost exactly like your dad when he was a kid. Almost exactly, because his eyes weren’t blue but green, and his skin was way darker than your father’s pale complexion. Other than that…it was like seeing a mini-Bruce. You hoped he wasn’t like your dad mentally too, because that was gonna be a nightmare…And he wasn’t. He was worst. Oh my god so much worst. 

The first words he uttered to you were full of disdain : 

-You look weak. 

Your father stiffened, ready to intervene. He knew that with you, this could go only two ways : you’d loose all control and fight Damian, or ignore him completely, much like your mother would. Your mother, Catwoman, champion in ignoring people that annoy her since the day she was born. You took the second option, and with a little smile that made Damian fumed, you turned away from him, going back to the work you were doing on the bat mobile before your dad emerged with your brother. Hum. Half-brother. 

But Damian wouldn’t have it. He already met the other batboys, and he made sure they knew that Batman’s TRUE son was home. He went too you, under your father’s gaze. Your dad was still ready to lunge forward between you two. 

-Did you hear me ? 

-Yes.

Damian was confused. Even Dick, who seemed like the most collected one, reacted to his provocations. And here you were, kinda ignoring him, a smug look on your face. He had to assure his superiority on you, and you had to react for it to work !! 

-You look very weak. 

-You already said that. Redundant. 

-You look like you…

-Hey, listen, I know what you did to Dick, Jay and Tim ok ? Won’t work with me, I don’t care about your little need to feel better than us. So here we go, I’m gonna tell you know : hey, you’re better than me. Cool right ? I bet you feel great now. 

-Well at least you know your place. 

Oh damn. You were doing such a good job. You were being so calm and collected, like your father taught you. You should have kept ignoring him, just like your mom did to people she didn’t like…You knew he was eventually going to say something that’d make you mad. And here. “Know your place” ? “KNOW YOUR PLACE” ? How dare he ?!  

You stood up to face him. He was almost as tall as you, even though he was definitely years younger, no more than 10, and you were already (your age). You were kinda short. Like your mom. In the corner of your eyes, you could see your father coming towards you, but you made him understand with your eyes that he shouldn’t intervene. You needed to do this. And so he stopped, and looked at you two. 

-Do you want me to teach you your place ? 

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anonymous asked:

OKAY BUT BONUS TO THAT LAST HEAD CANON WHERE THEIR SON BEATS THE KIDS ASS OMG LIKE EDDIE AND RICHIE GET CALLED IN TO SCHOOL BC THEIR SON GOT INTO THEIR FIGHT PLS WRITE IT OMG AJSHLFBV

- okay imagine if their daughter had a twin brother who’s just as hot headed as richie, but quite short like eddie so people don’t think he can throw a punch

- he hears his sister got hurt and he’s really quiet the next couple of days and no one in the house knows why because he’s normally so loud and boisterous 

- one day eddie’s at home cleaning and he gets a call from the principle saying he and richie need to come in for a meeting about their son and he starts thinking of the worst scenarios

- “oh god, what if he skipped? what if he ran away? WHAT IF HE DIED?”

- “jesus eddie, calm down, he probably drew a dick on the wall of the boys bathroom again”

- they get there and their son is sat there with a big smug look on his face whilst their daughters ex boyfriend is sat across the room with an ice pack over his eye

- the principle tells them their son cornered the boy and beat him up in the school hallway and eddie is horrified but richie is so fucking proud of his boy because the kid looks MESSED up

- “kid, you’re like half his height how did you do that?!”

- “i learned from the best, dad”

- the principle suspends him and as they’re walking out a few students cheer him and pat him on the back and eddie is so shocked because?? they’re condoning violence??

- “that’s my boy” richie is still beaming

- at home eddie grounds him for beating the kid up and their son gets in a mood and locks himself in his room for hours and refusing to talk to eddie

- later that night eddie goes to talk to him and he hears talking inside and he opens the door to see the twins sitting on bed hugging each other and the girl thanking her brother for doing that

- eddie gets all emotional and apologises for being so harsh, he just didn’t want him to grow up to be violent and get himself hurt because richie was always getting into fights at his age

- “i’m not just half of him, i’m half of you too. i know when to draw the line and stop being a dumbass, dad, don’t worry”

- eddie is so proud of his babies like they’re amazing

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“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”3/3 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : Thanks to a very jealous Harley Quinn, Batman is finally able to find his wife’s whereabouts. Kidnapped by the Joker since over a week, he’s afraid of what he’ll find when he finally reaches her…

Last part. I hope you enjoyed this little series, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it :). WARNING FOR A LOT OF VIOLENCE YOW !! 

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Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You tried to stay hopeful, it wasn’t in your nature to give up , but you couldn’t handle it anymore. 

His disgusting touch, the torture, both physical and mental…You just couldn’t handle the Joker’s abuse anymore. But he wouldn’t let you die. He’d bring you to the verge of death, just to take you back again. You were stuck in a loop of pain and agony. 

And Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You just knew it. It had been too long. What happened ? Was he also hurt during the attack ? Was he dead ? Oh god that would be the worst…he couldn’t be dead, he was the goddamn Batman. But…The goddamn Batman, the greatest detective in the World, always found a way, and fast, it had now been almost two weeks…

Was the Joker right ? Was he telling the truth ? Bruce forgot about you ? He couldn’t have…could he ? The clown kept telling you how Bruce kept going on with his life, not caring at all that his wife disappeared. He kept telling you that he, the Joker, would never do that to you…Yes he was a psycho, but when someone was his, he never let them go. 

“Your Bruce” was letting you go. Not even trying. And you started to believe the clown, because…Two weeks. It was a long time. And Batman knew everything, you had no doubt that if he really wanted to find you, he would have used all of his ressources to do so. He would have already find you. Besides, he should have the help of your sons…Did they forget about you too ?

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BTS as the way they fell in love with you
  • Jungkook: starts noticing the small details, every spark you light against is skin is entirely visible to him. dumb guy tries to act slick like “oh, this is your favorite show? yeah that’s funny, mine too… it’s been my favorite show forever actually… ask me anything.” and yoongi’s on the couch smirkin cause he knows all about how jungkook didn’t know the show for shit before you. starts overthinking everything!!! every smile you send his way MUST mean something!?!? but what does it mean!??! help!! kinda juvenile confession tbh, either he confesses like a 4th grader or you have to pull the first move.
  • Jin: his dorkiness amplifies by a million!! really tries FUCKING hard to show you that he likes you, and the other guys are teasing the shit out of him. “no, taehyung, i made that for y/n!!!!! hands off the cake!!!!”, laughs at everything you say, but stays a little reserved in the physical department. gets hella nervous if you two touch somehow. isn’t too embarrassed about the fact that he likes you when you’re not around, but sighs dramatically at the thought of you not liking him back. doesn’t confess but one day you’ll be relaxing on his couch playing games and he’ll have laughed a little too much and you’ll start getting it and you’ll kiss him and flowers will bloom in every crevice of his heart.
  • Jimin: turns really kind, really clingy, teases a lot and is honestly such a cutie. becomes your best friend but… not platonic at all n he’s definitely not shy to be flirty. “ahhh y/n, you’re making me crazy!!”. hugs you from the back, smiles your way all the fucking time. takes hella care of you!? you know when you’re talking to someone and they’re looking at you intently and their features are so.. expressive? that’s jimin. His eyebrows skyrocket to the moon if your story has a twist, his smile widens by a million miles whenever you do something cute and just sometimes he loses himself a little in your eyes. he confesses in one of those moments with you, when you’re in the park with ice cream and you’re whining about your day and he realizes he lost himself in your lips for a second too long to exist without kissing them.
  • Yoongi: oh my god, does he freak out!! he’s honestly the fucking worst at this, he will be so quiet and so shy about his feelings that he’ll even turn a little cold initially. the thing is, mr. yoongs will be so nice and perfect all until he realizes JUST how much he likes you and when he realizes he wants to do more than just innocently flirt with you, he’ll cave in with these big ass feelings and be like “oh.. oh fuck. uh..” honestly don’t think that Yoongi is very good at this shit at all. he’ll distance himself cuz he won’t think that he’s adequate for you at all, and he wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings cuz oooh it’s complicated and he’s an idol and you’re too good to have to deal with that and bla blab la. he’ll freak out and try to deny that he likes you when you ask him about it and it isn’t until you kiss him he’ll come clean – but even then, he can’t find words to explain how you make him feel. only yoongi knows these things. what an intense guy.
  • Hoseok: honestly… sigh. having hobi fall in love w u is heaven, he makes it heaven. he’s easygoing and he’s fun and he’s charming and he’s somehow perfectly content with being in love with you, because how couldn’t he be? of course he fell for you, look at you!! y’all are out there wildin n flirtin innocently and you’re both quite open about it, but somehow neither of you have made that move and when one of you finally does, he freaks out a little. now, hobi is a good fucking time, but he’s also considerate. he knows that your relationship wouldn’t be easy nor typical, and he’d definitely think about it a lot n talk it over w u a million times to make sure you were comfortable. but honestly this guy is a sex machine n he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you once the word was out.
  • Namjoon: the type where every romantic thing happens over text. he’s a big pussy lemme tell ya, you guys could’ve hung out all day and he won’t show a living sign that he likes you until you leave his building and he texts you like “you looked really pretty today.”…. he’s so awkward. probably the type to be all “uh, you look pretty every day, uh, I just meant like… I noticed it today. I mean I notice it every day.” all stupid n shit. the confession is probably all cheesy too, you’ll be sappy about life for a moment and he’ll be too comforting and you’ll be all “uh?” and he’ll finally come clean n he’ll be nervous n u’ll blush w ur screen to ur face and it’ll be cute but honestly namjoon should man the fuck up n tell u these things in person and sweep you off your feet w his smooth, poetic words but honestly whenever your around he pukes in his mouth.
  • Taehyung: he is a big fucking kid when it comes down to it. he’ll tease you and he’ll be clingy and it won’t even occur to him that he’s fallen in love with you until jimin asks him about it and he realizes that the butterflies don’t happen with everyone. however, he’s also fearless and it doesn’t necessarily scare him that he feels the way he does about you. he’ll ask you out on a date pretty fast and he’ll kiss you pretty fast and there won’t be much to question about it. he won’t play games with you or let you wait for a text back, he’ll keep calling and coming over whenever he misses you and having taehyung fall in love with you feels safer than you ever thought puppy love could be.

You don’t realize how much he ruined you until you start talking to someone new. You do not realize how much you miss the way he talked to you, the way he took care of you, until someone else tries to do those same things.

You will think about the fact that you miss the way he was always there. You will think of the way his presence always calmed you and the way his touch lingered on your skin whenever he was gone.

You don’t realize how much you fucking ache for that familiarity, for the way you were comfortable and how normal it felt to love him. You don’t realize it but you look for it in everyone, and it keeps you up at night that you haven’t found anyone that can make you feel like he used to.

You don’t realize any of it till you meet someone new and think, oh god, maybe he could be someone that stays. The worst part is that you hardly recovered from the way the last guy tore you apart. The worst part is that it terrifies you to think that you could get attached to someone like that again, because it felt like you pinned your heart to your sleeve only for the needle to break through the skin. The idea of loving someone the way you loved him makes you sick because you never thought you’d ever have to find someone else to begin with.

—  You realize that no matter how many new band aids you use or how many times you try to fix it, some wounds just don’t stop bleeding.

I want Seb to get a bigger role in Marvel as much as the next guy but I also hope he branches out into bigger roles elsewhere because to this day I’m haunted by that press con for The Martian where nobody asked him a single thing until right at the end when the guy running the whole thing asked him how filming that had compared to filming captain america

How About a Little Romance?

Originally posted by ambreignssmemories

Prompt: “This bath is too damn hot.” – “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

Word Count: 400+

Warnings: Cursing


“Dean, I’m bored,” you said as you looked up at your boyfriend, whose arms were wrapped around you as you were sitting in his lap.

“Mm, what do you want to do then?” he asked, glancing down at you.

“Oh! We should take a bath together!”

He smirked a little and your rolled your eyes, already knowing what he was thinking. “A bath, huh?”

“Not that kind of bath, genius. No, a cute little bath with bubbles and stuff. It’ll be romantic.”

“I don’t know the meaning of the word,” he said and you nodded.

“I’m aware. Anyway, you wait here and I’ll go run the bath, alright?”

“Alright, babe.”


“Dean, come in here!” you yelled as you looked at the bath you’d just drawn for the two of you. There were bubbles and bath salts and you thought it looked pretty damn good if you did say so yourself.

“Well, would you look at that. You did good, babe.”

“Thanks,” you said as you began pulling your clothes off, eventually standing naked in front of your fully clothed boyfriend. “Now take your clothes off.”

“As you wish, my darling,” he said and you rolled your eyes, getting into the bath.

“Now get in here, Ambrose,” you said once he had finished taking his clothes off. “This is so relaxing.”

He smiled and stepped into the bath across from you and you smiled, thinking he was absolutely adorable covered in bubbles. You guys talked for a few minutes until you noticed that he looked uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked and he shrugged.

“This bath is too damn hot,” he said and you rolled your eyes playfully, not surprised by his words.

“This is why we can’t do nice things. You complain too much,” you joked and he frowned.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything until you asked me what was wrong. I was willing to put up with it for you,” he said and you smiled.

“Well, that might just be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” you said and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, shut up, you know that’s not true. I think it’s pretty romantic when I say that I love you.”

“Yeah, well, I suppose I love you, too.”

“You suppose? Well, I’ll make you love me!” he said as he splashed you.

“Oh my god! You’re the worst!”

“Say you love me and I’ll stop.”

“Fine, I love you, Dean.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. More than anything,” he said and you grinned, leaning forward to kiss him. Maybe he did know the meaning of romance after all.

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Childhood friends - Dunkirk Harry

Part One

Unknown number:
Little Lulu Lamb, is that you?

Lulu:
Who the hell is this?

Unknown number:
Your mum passed me your number.


Although the reply hadn’t exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been years since we last spoke. He’d gone off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t around anymore. I hadn’t even seen him since, and I wasn’t sure it was because we’d just missed running into each other, or because we’d never really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?

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Imagine Dustin comforting Will after the dance. Neither of them got their crush though Dustin doesn't bring that up, no idea who's listening. Will's friends aren't that oblivious. Except Mike. He's very oblivious

OH GOD MIKE IS THE WORST FOR BEING OBLIVIOUS LIKE

Dustin’s always trying to drop hints to Mike about Will’s obvious crush, because Mike just can’t see it. Dustin telling Mike that Will likes him, in the way that Mike likes El, but Mike doesn’t believe him. “We’re just friends!” Mike would insist.

But Dustin just rolls his eyes and pulls out one of Will’s school notebooks that he “borrowed.” Inside, on a piece of paper, is Mike’s name doodled over and over again, with little hearts all around.

“Is THAT just friends?” Dustin would ask. “Because I sure as hell don’t doodle Lucas’s name with hearts in MY notebook!”

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Can we have a blurb where you are pregnant and you and niall fight about breastfeeding because you don't wanna do it.

“It’s my body, Niall! Why are you being like this?”

“Of course it’s your body, but it’s OUR baby!  Why won’t you just talk to me about it?”

You slammed your dresser drawer shut hard enough to knock over one of the framed snapshots lining the top surface.  You let out a sigh and rubbed your hand over your swollen belly.  The argument over breast feeding had been going on for weeks.  You’d talked with your doctor about it and she had assured you that it was your choice and that as long as the baby was being fed, that’s all that mattered.  Niall however, had been appalled that you weren’t even willing to try nursing the baby.  He’d been sending you links to medical journals and parenting blogs eschewing the benefits of breastmilk.

You straightened the collapsed frame and wiped at a few stray tears rolling down your cheeks.  Looking down over your protruding belly, you trailed one of your equally swollen fingers down a fresh set of red stretch marks mapping out your skin like angry tributaries.  You had a matching set of blue varicose veins on your ankles from the pressure of the baby, and last week you’d peed your pants.  Twice.  Niall was sat on the edge of the bed, his head cradled in his hands.  He looked as handsome as the day you’d walked down the aisle nearly four years ago.  The broad planes of his back were still smooth and dusted with freckles.  His eyes still a bright bright blue that sparkled when he laughed.   He could have any woman in the world.  But he was stuck with you and all the collateral damage happening to your body.  

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"I know you better than you know yourself"

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(Y/n) 

Luke 

u busy?

Luke

Em

Kind of

I’m heading to a Party :/

(Y/n)

Oh

You didn’t tell me about that

Luke

Yes i did

it’s that birthday party thing we were supposed to go together

but you can’t go because of stupid exams :(

(Y/n)

oh yeah yeah

anyways

This guy that lives beside me won’t shut up and he’s starting to drive me crazy, i need to study

Can i please come over? :)

Luke

But i won’t be there :/

(Y/n)

Doesn’t matter

I just need to be somewhere quiet

Luke

Alright

you have a key so, it’s okay

I’ll try to be there around 2 or something

(Y/n)

Alright! Thank you baby, i love you!

Luke

Love you too



The moment he said yes to me staying at his place while he was away, the moment I grabbed the bag sitting beside me along with my keys and left the apartment. The music next door was way too loud, my head started to hurt, and there was no way of making him shut up so the best solution was leave. Finally, I was somewhere quiet where I could study at least a little.

I get to his place and the first thing I notice is that his car is not there, he really was leaving for the party, I was kinda expecting to find him getting ready for it. But it doesn’t matter, at least it was quiet and cozy.  I got in and immediately his dog, Petunia comes running to me and barking when she sees the big bag hanging by my side like she does every time I come over. I scratch her head and walk over to his room, leaving my stuff there and changing into some comfortable clothes I can wear for the rest of the night.

Time passes. By midnight I was already done with all of the notes I need to go over and was bored enough after messing with his piano for almost an hour, so I crash on the sofa with Petunia following me every step I take. I watch one movie that then turns into two movies, and by the time I am done. It’s already 2:30 in the morning and Luke is still not home.

“Where do you think your dad is?” I ask the sleeping dog on my lap, who is quietly snoring while I caress her fur. “Should I call him?”  

I grab my phone and look at the screen, seeing 0 messages or missed calls on my feed. He would call me telling me he’s late, or maybe he’s just being extremely impunctual, which I didn’t mind at all, I just needed to know if he was okay. I go to my contacts and on his number, but right before I could do something, a loud car horn sounds outside the house. I get up from the sofa and walk to the front door, looking through the eye of the door, there was a car parked at the garage, I knew that car. It was Luke’s, but why doesn’t he just come inside.

I step outside and when I did, Michael comes out of Luke’s car, waving a hand at me and making me a gesture to come over. I approach to him, being slightly concerned about why is he driving my boyfriend’s car.

“Hello (Y/n)” he says smiling at me

“Uh-Hi” I say a bit uncomfortable “Why are you driving Luke’s car?”

He chuckles softly and walks to the other side of the car “I think this is yours” he says opening the door “C'mon big boy, you’re home”

I hear a confused groan and a whine “Michael I told you, I want to go to the ice cream- oh look! That’s my girlfriend! Let me introduce you guys, come inside, let’s grab a drink”

Michael laughs and helps him get out of the car since he could barely stand on his own “I’m good” he says “We already know each other, but thanks, buddy”

“No” Luke shakes his head “you come inside, (Y/n) makes the best-” he says but he stops on his feet, leaning on his side and letting all out. Vomiting right by his own car wheel.

“Oh, I was waiting for that” Michael comments, holding on his friend so he didn’t fall on his side.

I gasp and walk over to him, this was crazy, one of the few times I have seen look so drunk that he could barely keep himself standing, I didn’t quite know how to feel about it either because one of the things I wasn’t very good at is to take care of drunk people, especially when Luke was the one drunk, he couldn’t even handle the flu without acting like he is dying, when he was hungover it’s so much worst.

“Oh my god” I say when I was close enough to them “What the-? How did this happen?”

“Well” Michael starts explaining, passing Luke over to my side “Calum kind of challenged him and he went with it”

“Oh babe” I sigh, holding on Luke so he didn’t fall over.

“You smell nice” he mumbles and hides his face in my neck.

“What did he do?” I ask him

“Well, the challenge was to drink over a line of shots and then drink this giant beer, by the way, he won” Michael mentions “but if it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure Calum looks a lot worst than this”

“Geez” I say trying to handle all of his weight “Thank you for driving him here” I say with a little smile.

“It’s okay” he nods

“You can take the car and drive yourself home” I offer, I was pretty sure Luke wouldn’t mind anyway.

“Oh no, It’s fine Crystal is picking me up, she’s taking Calum home” he smiles “we had to part ways in this since Calum doesn’t have a car and well…”

“Yeah, I get it” I chuckle “Wanna come inside while you wait?” I offer. “There’s ice cream if you want”

“I want ice cream” Luke whines in my ear

“No, It’s Okay” he says to me, shaking his head and walking back a little “I’ll wait over here, I’ll probably take this time to have a smoke, she won’t take that long”

I nod and smile “well, if you need anything just knock the door” I say starting to walk back to the house, dragging Luke with me

“Goodnight!” I say

“Goodnight Michael! I love you!” Luke yells, stumbling in his feet as he walks to his own house.  

He stumbles inside almost falling on the carpet as he gets distracted with his dog barking at him and running around to get his attention, he falls on his knees and caresses Petunia’s fur as he mumbles some none-sense words at her.

“Babeeeee” he calls me leaning his head on the dog “can we have ice cream now?”

I roll my eyes, leaning to take him by the arm and pushing him to stand him up and trying my hardest effort to walk him to the bedroom.

“You just puked your guts out, you’re not getting any ice cream” I shook my head.

“But I want ice cream” he pouts “please”

Not listening to anything that he was rambling about while pushing in the bedroom. I push him all the way up to the bathroom where he whines for no reason and pouts at me.

“You’re going to shower” I say, being very clear to him. He turns around and looks at me with an eyebrow raised “What?” I asked.

“First ice cream, then shower” he suggests and tries to walk away.

I put both of my hands on his chest and laugh. There is no way this was going to happen. “Em, no” I say not letting him walk away “first Shower, then you wash your filthy mouth, then maybe ice cream and you go to sleep”

He huffs, looking like a preteen about to have a rebel moment. “Why can’t I do that after I eat ice cream? Babe, pleaseeee” he whines blowing his breath at me making me turn away, he smelled like hard whiskey and wine.

“Robert you look like you’re about to pass out” I scoff still shaking my head “if you eat right now you will go straight to sleep without even cleaning up”

“That’s not-” he starts

“Literally” I interrupt him “I know you better than you know yourself” I say decisively “you know that damn well”

He rolls his eyes and looks down at me “maybe that’s true..” he mumbles.

“Then why don’t you shower, and when you come back I’ll have a nice bowl of ice cream for you, yeah?” I suggest.

He seems to think about it for a second, before deciding that it was not worth to keep fighting it, he knew I was right, so he turns around and puts his hand in the shower, turning the water on.

“You win.. mom” he jokes taking his shirt off

I smile to him and turn around “see you in a couple of minutes then”  

I walk out of the bathroom and feel some kind of relief when I hear that Luke is actually having a shower, after the mess he made of himself at that party, he is finally listening to me and cleaning up without giving too much of a fight. I walk up to the kitchen and pull out of the freezer the large tub of his favorite ice cream along with the tub of ice cream I bought for myself which was, in fact, my favorite ice cream.

I scoop him a large cup of ice cream and swirl his cup with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Hopefully, he will think this is good enough to stop his whining, Luke has always been a whiny drunk. I hear the water being turned off by the time I finish. I make a cup of ice cream for myself, and when I’m done with everything I take the cups and go to the bedroom where I suppose my boyfriends in.

Pushing the door open with my shoulder, I enter the room and the first thing I notice is Luke’s large body spread all over the bed with half of his body out of it, face down, hair wet, shirtless and with his shorts barely pushed all the way up to his hips, I could clearly see half of his ass showing under those basketball shorts. He was snoring, summoned in a hell of a deep sleep, I could already imagine how strong his hangover was going to be, he was (and is) so drunk, it was just… unbelievable.

I sigh and leave the two cups on the nightstand and walk over to him. I do my best to lift his overly large body and first thing, I push his shorts all the way up, to them move to the bed and dragging him up by his arms, trying to put him on his side of the bed.

“What you doing?” He mumbles being annoyed, sounding like he had hours of sleep and I just woke him.

“I’m accommodating you” I chuckle softly dragging him up a little more before he sat up by himself and crawled to his side of the bed “you were almost falling off the bed” I mumbled, putting the covers over his lap.

He frowns rubbing his eye softly “no I wasn’t” he mumbles

“Yes you were” I quickly say, Caressing his wet hair “I brought you a sundae if you still want ice cream so bad”  

“Mmm” he says closing both of his eyes “with cookie dough ice cream?” He asks softly, sounding like a little kid.

“And chocolate” I smile “want it babe?”

He thinks about it, yawning a couple of times and finally opening his eyes to look directly at me “I mean, I feel like crap but if you actually made me a Sundae, then sure” he says dragging his words when talking. He was for sure still drunk.

I smile and turn to my side, grabbing the cup and passing it to him. He smiles and leans to kiss my cheek. I sit beside him grabbing my own cup and sitting right beside him on the bed.

“This is delicious” he says with his mouth full “have I told you I love you yet?”

I chuckle taking a spoonful of ice cream “no” I smile.

“I love you” he says looking at me in the eye. I smile and kiss his forehead while he keeps eating his ice cream “I love you too” I say “How was the party?” I ask him.

He hums still digging on his ice cream and takes one bite before talking “it was great, the bar was good and they had drinking games everywhere, also this gigantic photo booth and game room, it was so fun babe, so so so so fun” he explains with his mouth full.

“That’s cool” I mumble “sorry I couldn’t go with you” i pout.

He chuckles “it’s fine, look how I ended up” he says rubbing on his face. “Thanks for taking care of me” he says “you’re the best”

I smile and kiss his cheek “Luke, I will always take care of you”

In Dreams 16

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Rated: Mature…smut ahead, y’all!

Jesus, God almighty he hates fire. Hates it. The smoke is billowing like an ever rising dark tower, blacker than the night sky above. Bits of ash float through the air, sticking to his sweaty skin. He pushes against the crowd, trying to get closer, past the throng of gawkers. The red bricks of the building are blackened where the flames continue to claw their way out of the windows, like some great beast trying to escape.

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