omg if this happens ill be so happy

I was looking for screenshots of another thing and I happened to pause at the right time to get the sweetest shot

look at how cute they are!!! Victor is both blushing and smiling w/ an arm around the fiancé’s shoulder and Yuuri looks so genuinely happy omg ;♡; 

also? omg? veronica saying he’s psychotic is her using it as an insult? there’s no way around that?

people using it on tumblr almost constantly use it to describe characters who do bad things. people use it to demonize, infantilize, or sexualize a character. it’s okay to say he was having a psychotic break, because that’s you headcanoning about what was going on.

but saying stuff like:
“my psycho boy 🖤🖤🖤”
“too bad he’s a psycho”
“he looks so psychotic here omg”

that’s all bad? (the last one is rare, but it still happens. rarely in the fandom, from what i’ve seen. it’s mostly other content.)

it’s all part of the Big Bad Monster that people act like mental illness makes a person? stop using a mental illness to say a person is bad. psychosis is a mental illness. jfc, guys, it’s not that hard.

Ep 10 Live blog
  • Maya better go find Zig omg
  • Zasha are such cute prom queens
  • Esme showing up in Frankie’s room.. so fucking creepy
  • Esme is mentally ill and needs help, someone help that girl !!
  • Zoe deserves to be happy and supported.. christ her mom better show up at graduation
  • Grace and Maya friendship :’))
  • Ew pls don’t remind me that matlingsworth was ever a thing
  • GRADUATION IS HAPPENING I’M NOT READY
  • Sorry but it’s not realistic that Zoe is valedictorian, the girl ain’t book smart
  • Zoe it’ll be okay bby, so many people love you
  • Last Exit omg I’m crying.. plus those old pictures on the side screen :’)
  • Finally the school is involved!! Took them long enough to realize Esme needed help
  • Everyone getting there diplomas, everyone cheering for Tristan, Miles looking so damn proud of him I’M CRYING
  • Lola and Saad ksdnfjnskfskdjnf
  • I am so fucking proud of the person Zoe has become
  • Every shot of Triles smiling together is making my heart so warm, they’re gonna be okay<3
  • Chewy and Miles might have low key hooked up on that backpacking trip…
  • What a beautiful ending :’))
  • WOW I’M AN EMOTIONAL WRECK GOODNIGHT

wiseinnerwhispers  asked:

I need more Edi and Nik! Theyre actual gold! Okay. How about this: setting - boat, illness - seasick /AND/ (because Im horribly cruel) food poisoning. Maybe one of them is super seasick and then once their stomach settles a bit the other gets them to eat something (even if its just so they arent dry heaving anymore) and it turns out that that was a very bad idea. I don't know if this would actually work for them since I'm not sure if either boy gets seasick but if not that's totally fine!

*TW for eating disorder mentions*

As usual where Edi is concerned, there are mentions of an eating disorder in this fic (anorexia), so if you know you get triggered by that kind of stuff, please keep yourself safe and don’t read. My intention here is not to offend or upset or trigger anyone, and I have suffered with an ED myself so I just want y’all to be safe and happy <3

Also a warning for a small amount of scat, mostly because I wanted a clear difference between Edi being ill with travel sickness, and then food poisoning.

OMG thank you so much! I’m so pleased my new boys have gotten such a good reception! Edi is my little smol bean, bless him. This sounds exactly like something that would happen to him, since he has such a weak stomach, so enjoy a bit of self-indulgent Edi torturing!

*

It was a little after half an hour spent on the ferry that Nik began to notice Edi nuzzling in much closer to him than he normally would, especially since they were in full view of everyone around them. The small ginger boy was being even more clingy than usual, whining in an adorable little high pitched squeak if Nik so much shifted or moved his hand from stroking Edi’s hair for just a second.

Nik was sitting on one of the sofas where they could look out of the big windows on the side of the ship, and Edi was sitting beside him. However he wasn’t exactly sitting anymore, he was half sprawled in Nik’s lap, leaning into him dependently with his head resting on his chest. Nik was still  absent-mindedly caressing the small boys ginger curls, unsure if he was upset or something, when he noticed something unusual. Edi’s eyes were closed. It was unlikely he’d fallen asleep- being on moving transport was about the only time Edi couldn’t sleep, and besides, his eyes seemed closed in discomfort more than anything else. Nik frowned.

His face was paler too, his freckles barely visible. This was a major warning sign that something wasn’t right.

Just when Nik was about to ask Edi if he was ok, Edi lurched forward with a sickly sounding burp, breathy and acidic. Edi groaned and slapped a hand over his mouth, shutting his eyes and whimpering softly as his other hand found it’s way to rest on his stomach.

“Shit” Nik exclaimed, hastily fumbling in his bag for one of Edi’s sick bags, which he always carried with him for occasions just like this. He knew something wasn’t right. Of course, Edi had been getting so clingy because his tummy was bothering him and he wasn’t feeling well, but he had been too embarrassed to say anything. Really, you’d think being a nurse would give him more sense to get himself somewhere to be sick, or at least tell Nik so he could help him, but that just goes to show how embarrassed poor Edi gets when he’s ill.

As soon as Nik had opened the sick bag and held it under his chin, Edi was sick into it. Nik was surprised that Edi had so much in his stomach to throw up, considering he really hadn’t had a lot to eat for the last few days. The recovery meal plan had been going ok until Nik had caught him chewing and spitting food into an opaque plastic cup at the table, so it turned out most of the 1,200 calories Edi was supposedly eating a day, weren’t actually ending up in his body at all. Now they were back to square one, with Edi on a mere 600kcal a day to build him back up to larger amounts, although he quite often struggled just to get to 600.

A thick gurgling heave had Edi emptying the rest of his stomach contents into the small bag. He retched a few times, gagging up a few smaller streams and moaning in pain and humiliation. When he seemed to be done, Nik quickly sealed and disposed of the soiled bag, before producing a tissue to gently wipe the sad string of saliva stuck to Edi’s chin. The sick boy was sitting with his eyes closed, with both hands wrapped around his tummy. Nik pulled out another clean bag and placed it on Edi’s lap, just to be prepared.

“I’m guessing your tummy doesn’t agree with the movement of the boat, huh?” Nik said softly, rubbing Edi’s back reassuringly. The thought alone of the rocking boat had Edi gagging in his mouth unexpectedly, his cheeks bulging. He hunched forward and screwed up his eyes tighter, but didn’t have the presence of mind to open the bag, so Nik had to do it for him, holding it patiently under his chin as Edi got sick again.

“Hueerrrrggglllhh” he unexpectedly brought up another thick gush of vomit which took both him and Nik by surprise.

“Oh Edi…” Nik murmured comfortingly, throwing the second bag away and allowing an exhausted Edi to snuggle into him. He was blushing deeply in embarrassment, before hiccuping queasily.

“I’m sorry…” He sobbed. Nik stroked his sweaty curls.

“It’s alright, you couldn’t help it.” He soothed. There was no point telling Edi to give him some warning that he was feeling nauseous next time, he knew Edi wouldn’t.

“I don’t feel good…” Edi whined and Nik held him closer.

“I know, I know…Do you want some water?”

Edi shook his head miserably and groaned. “Feel too sick…”

“It might help you feel better? Come on, just a small sip…”

Edi grimaced as Nik raised the plastic bottle to his lips, but obliged nonetheless. Afterwards, Nik gently helped him lay down in his lap and resumed stroking his hair.

For a while, it seemed that Edi was so exhausted from feeling so poorly that he actually went to sleep, but when he suddenly awoke with a breathy burp, accompanied by a low guttural moan, Nik could tell what was coming.

“Hurrrrkkk! Hurrrrlllllkkk…” Edi heaved miserably, the awful retches wracking his tiny frail frame. He managed to get up a few thin trickles of sick which dripped patheticallly into the bag, but apart from that, most of it was horrible, unrelentless dry heaving. The poor boy was making so much noise that fellow passengers kept looking over in concern. One lady even approached Nik, who was busy holding a shaking Edi upright as he heaved, rubbing his back slowly, and gave him some seasick bands, and some tablets.
“Thank you…” Nik smiled gratefully. He wasn’t sure the tablets were gonna stay down, but it was a nice thought. He’d never seen anyone get quite so sick from a boat before, but then, this was Edi- he should have guessed.

“Shh.. shh…” Nik soothed Edi as he retched loudly again, starting to cry. “It’s ok, you’re alright.” He rocked the sick boy gently, and eventually Edi managed to calm down enough for Nik to dispose of the bag and lay him back down in his lap.

A passing crew member walked past and quickly saw the situation- a small pale and sickly looking boy spread out over his boyfriend with a hand holding his tummy and a sick bag in the other. She walked off and returned with a bucket.

“Here you go darling…” She whispered gently to Edi. “I know it’s not nice being sick into a bag. Can I get you some water or anything?” She turned to Nik, as Edi had his eyes shut as the boat went over another wave. He whimpered slightly and Nik frowned and looked down at him in concern.

“No thanks…” He smiled sadly. “ I don’t think poor Edi’s feeling up to water at the moment…” He grimaced. “Thanks though.”

“No problem honey, just give one of us a shout if you need anything.”

*
The next hour on the ferry passed in very much the same fashion- Edi throwing up and retching for about 10 minutes, then falling asleep before feeling progressively worse until he ended up getting sick again about 5 minutes later. The poor thing was an absolute wreck, his tummy was sore and his voice was hoarse. His cheeks were tear stained, and as he curled up into Nik for the 5th time, still clutching his tummy, he whimpered miserably as the boat rocked and swayed.

Eventually Nik managed to coax him into drinking small sips of water. He picked up Edi’s small delicate hands in his own and tenderly slipped the seasick bracelets into place. They actually seemed to help slightly- Edi was still being sick every so often, throwing up the tiny amounts of water he’d managed to put in his stomach, but he was feeling less nauseous then he was an hour ago.

“Do you think you’re ready to try taking this travel sick tablet yet?” Nik asked him gently as Edi moaned and squirmed restlessly. He hadn’t been interrupted by another bout of dry heaving in about 15 minutes, but he wasn’t particularly feeling any better for it. He was fed up and feeling utterly miserable. He just wanted it to end- he couldn’t wait to get off this awful boat.

“Might as well…” Edi muttered grouchily, turning over and sitting up slightly. He massaged his aching stomach with a look of discontent of his face. “It can’t exactly do any harm… I’m probably gonna puke again soon anyway…” He pouted. He took the tablet and Nik smiled reassuringly at him.

“Well hopefully the tablet might help your tummy feel a bit better.” He said positively, but Edi looked doubtful.

“I think I’m gonna be sick…” Edi grate out in a thick, strained voice. He sat very still, hand over his mouth, the other wrapped firmly around his abdomen.

“You’re ok, just take deep breaths… There’s hardly anything inside you to throw up, and if you can keep those tablets down it’ll make you feel better…”

Edi panted nauseously, and gagged. Nik drew the bucket closer in preparation but remarkedly Edi managed to keep it down.

After a few tense moments of silence, a small voice piped up.

“Can I have a cuddle now?”

Nik laughed. “Of course you can darling, well done.” He said gently before pulling Edi into a hug.

*
Edi soon nodded off to sleep, and Nik absentmindedly started massaging his poorly stomach. Edi moaned in appreciation, still half asleep, otherwise he wouldn’t be letting Nik touch his tummy, especially when it was all gurgly and gross when he got sick.

*
Edi awoke later, and immediately felt the benefit of the tablets. Amazed they had worked, he snuggled into Nik and took hold of his hand, planting a gentle kiss on it.

“How’re you feeling, sweetie?” Nik asked him.

“Empty and sore, but better. I don’t feel so sick…” Edi said shakily and Nik smiled.

“Well it’s lunchtime. I’m gonna go and get a sandwich or something. Do you want anything?”

Edi immediately shook his head, his automatic response when asked if he wanted food. Nik sighed.

“600 Edi…” He reminded the smaller boy. “I know you’re not feeling great, but you need to at least eat something. Anything you want.”

“I still feel icky…” Edi moaned quietly. “I still feel a bit sick. I don’t wanna puke again.”

“Honestly, it will do you good. You haven’t had hardly anything to eat for 3 days now, you need to have something in your stomach, even if means you’re not dry heaving anymore. If you’re sick again, you’re sick again, but personally I think having something small to eat might help settle your stomach a little.

“Ok…” Edi sighed. “Can I come and choose?” He said, not wanting to be left alone.

“Are you feeling up to it?” Nik asked in concern. Edi had some of his colour back, but he was still quite pale.

“I’m alright…” Edi assured him, rising to his feet a little too fast. He stumbled and Nik grabbed him around the waist to steady him.

“You’re a stubborn little bean.” He laughed kindly, and supported Edi’s weak body as they walked off slowly to find a shop.

*

They came back to their seats 10 minutes later- Nik with a protein shake and and a KFC banquet box, and Edi with a chicken salad sandwich and a bottle of water. The sandwich was one of those reduced fat ones, which is what had drawn his eye to it, along with the fact that he could easily pick out the salad and eat that and nothing else. And if the worst really came to it, he really did like chicken too, even if he rarely allowed himself to eat it.

Nik sat and tucked into his greasy chicken thighs, and part of Edi was jealous. Once upon a time, he would of been able to sit here and munch on the succulent chicken and salty chips with Nik. It’s not that he didn’t want to. It’s that he couldn’t. As much as it was making his mouth water just smelling it, he knew at the end of the day there would be no way he would ever be able to eat one…they just contain too much fat, too many calories. He just couldn’t-

“Edi?” Nik prompted him, looking expectantly at the sandwich sat in Edi’s lap. Edi sighed and pulled off the plastic wrapper, grimacing when his hands came into contact with a layer of slimy mayonnaise.

Shit. He hadn’t realised it had mayonnaise in… that’s got to be another 98kcal at least…

His brain went into overdrive mode as he fervently checked the nutrition information on the packet again. Nik watched him with an eyebrow raised.

“Edi, you’ve just spent the last two hours throwing up what little you’ve actually eaten this week- I’m sure you can make allowances for one sandwich.” He said gently. Edi sighed.

He pulled the sandwich apart slowly, inspecting it as if something untoward was about to jump out of it at him. He took off the top layer of bread, and picked up a piece of lettuce, wiping the mayonnaise off on a serviette with a look of disgust.

He chewed on the lettuce innocently until Nik looked over and noticed what he was doing.

“Edi, it’s a sandwich. You’re supposed to pick it up and eat it, not pull it to shreds.”

“But bread…  carbs…” Edi muttered, more to himself than anything. He looked up at Nik with round but frightened puppy eyes.

“Mayonnaise…”

Nik laughed kindly. “I know you don’t want it, but please try and eat some of the bread at least. You could do with something solid in your stomach. And if you really don’t want the mayonnaise you can wipe it off on the serviette if you must.”

Edi quickly took advantage of this, and wiped all the mayonnaise off the sandwich. He pulled off a piece of bread and took a few small bites of it. He then picked up some chicken and ate that. He hadn’t eaten chicken in so long. It tasted good.

He ate all of the chicken and the salad, and about half a slice of bread. Nik eventually encouraged him to finish the slice of bread, but by the end, Edi felt uncomfortably full.

Nik frowned when he told him this. Yes, Edi had a much smaller stomach than most people, but this was a record even for him. But then again, it was probably just because he wasn’t very hungry because of how sick he’d just been.

After eating, they settled back down into a cuddle again, with Edi laid comfortably in Nik’s lap. He still felt unpleasantly full, and he didn’t like the feeling one bit. He tried to inconspicuously rub at his stomach under his top, hoping Nik wouldn’t see.

Nik did notice, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to upset Edi, but he could quite clearly see that the younger man still wasn’t feeling very well. Maybe he shouldn’t of persuaded him to eat so much- now it seemed like his stomach was really bothering him.

However despite his concerns, Edi soon feel asleep. Nik let out a subconscious sigh of relief- maybe getting him to eat wasn’t such a bad idea after all, it seemed to have made him sleepy and relaxed anyway. Content that Edi was ok, Nik let himself nod off too.

*

“Heeuurrrlgggghh!” The first thing Edi was aware of when he suddenly awoke, it that he’d just been terribly sick all over himself and Nik’s lap. The second thing, is that he knew he wasn’t done.

“Heurrrrlllkk!” Hhheeurrlllghh…” A huge gush of vomit spattered all down his t shirt before he could even move. He felt absolutely awful- his stomach was tearing itself to shreds inside him and he felt unbearably nauseous.

Nik awoke to a sudden loud noise and the sensation of warm chunky liquid soaking through his top. He jerked awake and his heart fell when he quickly surveyed the scene.

“Edi? Oh god, Edi! Baby, it’s alright, you’re ok…” Nik soothed him as he wrapped his arm around the small shaking boy. Edi had been sick all down himself, and was still gagging and holding his stomach in pain. He was crying and trembling as he retched again bringing up a smaller wave.

“It- it hurts…” He cried, as Nik tried to ease him off his lap so he could reach the bucket.

“Heeurrrhh, heurrlllggh!” Edi sobbed as he was sick again, thankfully into the bucket this time.

“Oh god Edi… you’re so sick…” Nik fretted. Everything he had persuaded Edi to eat had made a vile appearance into the bucket and also a significant amount over Edi himself. He heaved again as another chunky undigested mess of sandwich splashed into the bucket.
Nik was still trying to work out what to do. This wasn’t normal…

“My stomach- it feels so bad…” Edi sobbed. He doubled over with another empty retch as another wave of cramps ripped through his system. “Ohh- oh god… I need the toilet!” He squeaked in alarm.

“It’s ok, we can stay here, I’ll get someone to bring us some wipes and another bucket…”

“No…” Edi shook his head quickly, shuddering through nausea. “Ohhh…” He stood up and started to walk unsteadily toward the bathroom, still almost bent double, clutching his stomach. He had to stop after a few steps to shut his eyes and moan, swallowing thickly.

“Oh god…” Nik muttered, running to help him. He now understood what Edi meant…

In the end Nik scooped him up, an easy feat for someone less than half his size. He carried Edi to the toilet, walking briskly. All the while, Edi retched and sobbed, folding in on himself as cramped wreaked havoc with his now very poorly stomach. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this awful in his life.

They got a few, ok a lot, of worried glances as Nik ran down the corridoor holding a whimpering and sick splattered boy in his arms. Sick like this, Nik imagined that Edi looked a lot younger than he actually was, especially combined with his much smaller than average frame. He probably looked like a frail trembling child held tenderly in his arms.

The same crew attendant lady saw the state they were in and quickly pulled Nik to the side.

“Here…” She said, thrusting a radar key at him. “You can use the disabled toilet.” Nik thanked her gratefully, but she frowned. “Is your son ok? He looks quite ill… this doesn’t look like seasickness anymore…”

“I don’t know…” Nik fretted. “He just woke up, and was so sick…” He paused. “Wait- he’s not my son, he’s my boyfriend!”

This made the lady look even more concerned, but before she could say anything else, Edi moaned sickly in Nik’s arms.

*

“Ok, ok buddy, there you go…” Nik soothed him, setting Edi down on the toilet and locking the door of the disabled bathroom behind them.

“Please leave…” Edi sobbed, holding his stomach as he sat, still fully clothed on the toilet lid.

“Darling, it’s ok. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, you’re really poorly darling…”

“Please…” Edi cried out as another cramp hit his stomach. He didn’t have long, and Nik wasn’t budging.

“Please just face the other way then…” He whimpered breathlessly, and Nik obliged reluctantly, hating that Edi wouldn’t even let him help him.

A few moments passed before Nik heard Edi get violently ill into the toilet. Nik shuddered at the sound, and longed to turn around and comfort the poor man, but knew he couldn’t.

For a few seconds the room was completely silent apart from Edi whimpering as his stomach gurgled sickenly. Then-

“P- please-could you help me?…I think- I think I’m going to be sick…” Edi said, his voice shaky with tears.

Nik immediately rushed to his side, picking up the waste paper bin and putting it on Edi’s lap. He held it there whilst Edi got sick again, and rubbed his back. When he’d finished, Edi hung over the bowl panting nauseously, and Nik held him tight, not caring about how sweaty his boyfriend was, or the fact that he was covered in puke and the whole room just smelt absolutely awful. His poor boyfriend was sick and that was all that mattered.

“Will you be ok here for a moment?” Nik asked him, an idea quickly forming in his mind. Edi nodded forlornly. He didn’t want Nik to leave him, but then again, he couldn’t blame him. A few minutes ago, Edi had begged to be alone. Now he just wanted to be cuddled and told everything was going to be ok- he felt so unwell.

Without saying anything else, Nik sprinted from the room.

*

“Heeuurghhhh! Heurrrllkk!” Edi was still retching miserably when Nik came back. He had a big bag in his arms, containing a towel, a blanket, 2 packets of baby wipes and a load of clean clothes. He’d ran all the way down 7 flights of stairs and back to their car and was panting hard.

He didn’t expect Edi to still be getting sick. He dropped to his knees beside him.

“There there…” He soothed, feeling a bit awkward but knowing that Edi loved to be comforted. “It’s gonna be ok. Now, do you think you’re finished on the toilet for now?”

Edi nodded sadly. He still felt horrendously sick more than anything. He cleaned himself up while Nik pulled out some clean clothes from the bag. Edi almost cried at the welcoming sight of them.

*

15 exhausting minutes and a lot of baby wipes later, Edi and Nik were both clean and dry, in fresh clothes. There was a clean bucket in front of their seat, and Edi was wrapped in a blanket huddled up in Nik’s lap. He still felt awful, but at least he was clean and dry, and as comfortable as he was going to get.

He was shivering, but at least he wasn’t crying. He moaned restlessly, letting Nik massage his tummy.

“I think it might of been the chicken…” Nik said quietly. Edi grimaced and blanched whiter at the thought. He buried his face into Nik’s jumper.

“Some start to our holiday…”

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anonymous asked:

Do u have some superbat fic recs?

LET’S GO (all of the following are in the BVS universe)

i have two BIG TIME recs:

tell all the truth (but tell it slant) the fake relationship au to end them all. holy fuck. this is the fic i lay ALL BLAME on for making me ship superbat. holyyyy fuck. holy fuck.

Whoever Falls First !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i read this last night and i was just FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. holy shit. oh my god it’s so good. IT’S SO GOOD. IT’S SO GOOD. like i literally had to stop reading and just bury my face in my pillow, scream, and take a few breaths because it hits on EVERYTHING i could EVER want from a post-bvs fic. holy fucking shit. it’s technically a work in progress though the author says there are ~2 parts left. the most recent part has a happy enough ending that i don’t feel… worried about what could happen in those two parts. and honestly even if they never completely finish it i would still be 100% satisfied with the WONDERFUL fic they gave us. (EDIT: IT’S OFFICIALLY FINISHED!!!! ill change out the link once it gets posted to ao3 but omg read it now anyway Now on AO3!) holy shit. and oh my gosh clark is just so perfectly hopeful and snarky all at once omg

EDIT #2: Another fic i’ve been FREAKING OUT over is:

as to which may be the true this is a WIP and it’s still in, I’d say (though idk for certain) early-to-mid stages. i’m also not 100% positive but I think it’s the same author as Whoever Falls First (see above) and MAAAAYBE even the same author as tell all the truth (but tell it slant)????? so basically what im saying is i need to hunt this person down and marry them ok??? but yes this fic is just. i screech every time i get an email about an update holy shit it’s so good

EDIT EDIT: THIS IS NOW COMPLETE ON AO3

and some others that are AWESOME:

command me to be well 

Kryptomycota 

Only Human

these are also awesome, but they are not movie-based! i managed to enjoy them greatly, though, even with only my limited knowledge from the dceu :D

Four Days on a Farm in Kansas

The Long Hangover

anonymous asked:

I've seen you struggle and do well and I wanna wish you the best and I'm glad you're going to put focus on your recovery because so many people love you and believe in you and you're so worth is Alex I know it gets hard and relapses happen but you are stronger than your illness and you can take control again and we are all here proud of you. Admitting you need to get back on track is so big and I was so happy to see that. Xoxo

This was so sweet omg thank you i love you 💘💓💕💗

Burglars part 2

Justin’s POV

Admittedly it was wrong leaving y/n in the middle of the night when i had promised her I would stay. Truth be told, its obviously more fun to go out clubbing then to stay home with your somewhat clingy girlfriend.

It was around 1:30 am when my phone started buzzing in my back pocket. Taking it out i saw that it was y/n calling me. Obviously knowing that she was probably going to start screaming at me i declined the call and put my phone back in my pocket. I was starting to get tired of my phone buzzing over and over again so i turned it off and continued talking to Fredo.

At around 3 am i stepped outside of the club to get some fresh air. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket i turned it back on and saw that i had multiple missed calls from y/n and a number i didn’t have saved on my phone. I decided to call the number back and see what they wanted. “UCLA Memorial Hospital, Sandra speaking how may i help you?” A hospital? “Uhh hello, ive gotten multiple missed calls from this hospital and i kinda wanted to know why” “Of course sir, whats your name?” “Justin Bieber” “Alright give me one second” I waited for a few minutes terrified of what they would tell me. What if it was y/n or one of my friends? “Mr.Bieber it appears that your girlfriend y/n y/l/n is in immediate surgery because of a stab wound and we need you to come to the hospital urgently”
It felt like my heart had stopped beating. I froze up almost dropping my phone. “Mr. Bieber?” “U-umm o-ofc-course ill be t-t-there soon” i said with a slight crack in my voice.

Without even saying goodbye to my friends, i fished my keys out of my pockets and raced to my Bugatti getting in and speeding off.

The whole way to the hospital I was shaking, i could feel the cold sweat dripping down my forehead. I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were turning white. This was all my fault, i should have been there, i should have protected her. Granted i didn’t know the full story, i knew it had something to do with the fact that i wasn’t there and that i had decided to leave her alone in the middle of the night.

Finally arriving at the hospital, i dashed out of my car and entered the hospital like a mad man. “Im Justin Bieber, they called me from this hospital about my girlfriend y/n, is she okay?” I asked the nurse at the main desk. Stunned, she looked up from her computer “sir, I’m going to need for you to calm down. Your girlfriend is in surgery at the moment so there is not much i can tell you right now. Please feel free to take a seat in our waiting area and you can wait until the doctor comes out of surgery so you can speak to him”

Turning around i ran my hands through my hair out of pure frustration. I walked into the waiting room and didn’t even make it to a chair, i just slid down the wall. Hugging my knees to my chest, i wrapped my arms around my legs and buried my face into my knees. I could feel the fresh set of tears streaming down my face. If i lost her i honestly don’t know what i would do with myself. I know we had been fighting a lot recently, and it was more then wrong that i left her all by herself in the middle of night. I should have been there, i should have answered her calls.

I must’ve fallen asleep, because a few hours later i was woken up by the surgeon that preformed y/n’s surgery. “Doc, how is she? Did she make it?” “She did loose a lot of blood and the knife was able to puncture a small part of her lungs, but she made it through” hearing that made me let out a huge sigh in relief “although at the moment she is ok, these next few hours are critical to her recovery” “can i go see her?” I asked hopefully “of course shes in room 25”

Standing up and making my way to her room, i started counting my blessings. I was beyond happy that my baby girl had woken up, i honestly don’t know what i would do without her.

Entering her room, it was like i could feel my heart break all over again. She had over a dozen tubes connected to her body, her body seemed more fragile, her usual beautiful caramel skin had a yellowish tint to it. And despite that she was still the most beautiful girl i have ever laid eyes on. Grabbing a chair, i pulled it up next to her bed and grabbed her hand, instead of being welcomed with her usual warm soft hands, her hands were cold and almost lifeless.

“Princess, i know you probably can’t hear me right now, but i just want you to know that you are the absolute most important thing to me. I know i should not have left you alone tonight but i did, and i am so sorry because if i wouldn’t have left you this would not have happened. I should have answered your calls, i should have been there to protect you, but you know the saying, shoulda coulda woulda” i said chuckling through my tears. “I love you so fucking much baby and I’m so fucking sorry, but i swear to god if you make it through this i will be the best possible boyfriend ever, i will be at your every beck and call, i will wait on you hand and foot, i will-i will i-i-i” i couldn’t even continue my fucking sentence, i just burst out sobbing.

Feeling a light pressure on my hands i looked up. “I love you too Justin, and you couldn’t possibly be a better boyfriend because you are already amazing.” “Holy shit, holy shit your ok omg your ok” i yelled out grabbing her face and giving her a peck on her forehead, nose, both cheeks, and multiple pecks on her lips.

“Justin” i heard her call out while i continued kissing her “Justin” “omg I’m so happy your ok” “JUSTIN” she finally yelled out. “What? What happened?” “Jay, just because I’m ok and were kissing now doesn’t mean you’re forgiven, i’m still mad at you, you asshole” “its ok baby, its ok. It doesn’t matter if you’re mad at me because all that matters is that you’re alive. And now i will have to grovel, ill even get on my hands and knees for you, because you are absolutely crazy if you think I’m going to let you do anything by yourself now.”

“I love you, a lot baby” i told her

“Mmhm” she hummed

I hope you guys like this!!! It took me a while to write though because, i knew what i wanted to write but i didn’t really know how to write it?? If that makes any sense?? Anywhoree yea i hope you guys like!!🤑