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I’m Here For You

I know I haven’t posted anything new in a while, and I have no idea if this even makes sense, or if it’s well written. I just started writing and didn’t stop. I’ve had a lot going on right now, and on top of that, I have had major writers block. Then today, I was laying bed with my music playing, and a song spoke out to me. I needed to write something. So, I wrote this one shot that was inspired by the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder. 

PS. As for chapter 8 of the Road Trip. I am almost done with it. I promise it will be up in the next couple of days. 

Word Count: 3,043


Sometimes when the universe wants something to happen, it’s going to happen no matter what—that was Lucas’ exact thought when he saw Riley waiting for him in his bedroom with a big envelope. He gets taken back to freshmen year where they both were afraid their relationship had reached the end when Mrs. Matthews got the job offer in London, and they were both relieved when Mrs. Matthews decided to stay in New York, yet their senior year is here, and Riley is holding the big envelope from Cambridge University—everyone knows what the big envelope means.

The pair talked about what would happen if Riley got accepted when she applied. They were hopefully for the future of their relationship, the way they have always been, but the thousands of miles that would be there is separate them made them a tad bit doubtful.

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Keaton Henson sentence starters
  • "Do you know who you are?"
  • "Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad?"
  • "You don't like to be touched, let alone kissed."
  • "Does his love make your head spin?"
  • "It seems as though I'm on my own."
  • "I'm losing friends."
  • "I know that there's friction between me and you."
  • "I know that you're uncomfortable."
  • "I know it's hard for you to tell me the truth, but while we are doing so... I love you."
  • "You love to argue, you can't play guitar, but still, let me tell you that I love who you are."
  • "Love, I hope you are well."
  • "At least we now both have a story to tell."
  • "I feel you know me better than most."
  • "In spite of real distance, we'll always be close."
  • "I walked through the rain for you, you said to go home."
  • "Miss you terribly already."
  • "I hope for your life, you forget about mine."
  • "Please forget me, you were right, dear. I am cold and self-involved."
  • "I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start."
  • "I still worry more about you."
  • "I am rude and unkind."
  • "It's been four years and it does not end."
  • "I still felt alone, but I knew that you'd be there."
  • "I loved her more than I love myself."
  • "She is with another guy."
  • "I won't dance 'til you hold me."
  • "Please, don't leave me."
  • "I'm sorry, can't make your party."
  • "I'm afraid I'd kill your lover while your back was turned."
  • "So this is where you wanted to be, and it's a goddamn shame that you're not here with me."
  • "I see pictures now of the two of you and it makes me sick."
  • "Damn, I love you."
  • "Here's to you, you miserable fuck."
  • "Drink up, so we can both finally die."
  • "She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun."
  • "Why was she listening to someone like me?"
  • "I know I'm awful, I can't even cry."
  • "You're my best friend, I'll love you til one of us dies."
  • "Teach me how to love you."
  • "I'll learn not to look at you with scorn."
  • "Don't expect me to change."
  • "I never loved you enough."
  • "This feels right and I'm letting it."
  • "I will not tire of you."
  • "Turns out that nothing is fair."
  • "You can leave me if you wish, but I'm not going anywhere."
  • "I am a fragile one."
  • "Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life."
  • "You don't have to make any promises."
  • "If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."
  • "I can see in your eyes that you mean it."
  • "All of these years you've been lonely."
  • "You are right, I've been looking as well, babe, I'm not looking for you."
  • "I'm just as damn disappointed as you."
  • "I'm truly alone and I like it."
  • "Though we're young, I feel eighty years old."
  • "Your arms around me are keeping me warm, but baby, I'm still feeling cold."
  • "You're kind and you're beautiful, too."
  • "I feel in some way I do love you but babe, I'm not in love with you."
  • "You seem to look through me, I wonder what you see."
  • "I wish I could stay with you."
  • "I wish I could wake at dawn to see you without make up on."
  • "You look the best today."
  • "I've been right here waiting for you to wake up."
  • "You think you're better than them."
  • "I hope you end up missing me."
  • "Your friends will always just be in your way."
  • "I'm just getting started, let me offend."
  • "The devil's got nothing on me, my friend."
  • "All I want is to be left alone."
  • "Sweetheart, what have you done to us?"
  • "Oh please, just come here, don't fight with me."
  • "Baby, please don't look at me like that."
  • "I will see you in the morning."
  • "Don't think of me like that, just picture me leaving and not coming back."
  • "This is your home now so don't you forget."
  • "I did it all for you."
  • "I'll do my best to teach you to fly."
  • "Come on baby, make me fall in love with you."
  • "I guess we can make it all the way."
  • "Turns out we don't belong after all."
  • "This feels different than it felt before."
  • "Guess that you were just expecting more, come on, you knew me, what'd you do that for?"
  • "I am selfish to my very core."
  • "I'm so damn scared of dying without you."
  • "Don't lie, I know we're fixing to die."
  • "I'll smile and pretend and won't show to the crowd."
  • "No, I won't be the damnedest bit fucking surprised."
  • "I won't give up, not until I'm holding you."
  • "Don't let go of my hand."
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i have always appreciated the added layer of safety that my glasses have provided me.

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm sorry you don't have to do this but I am extremely upset because of my abusive mother and can you do some sort of short drabble where Kurt Wagner's s/o wakes up from a nightmare about past abuse and how he comforts them? (Don't write about the nightmare please, just everything that happens afterwards. Also sorry if this is something that brings up personal memories and you don't want to do it, I totally understand)

Please let me give you the biggest hug, anon dear! I can’t tell you how sorry I am that you have to deal with a mother like that. I have friends with horrid parents and no one should have to go through that, so here, my little present to you, I hope you like it <333

You sat upright in bed, sweat covering your body and making you feel chilled. Your breathing was heavy and you tried to hold it steady, but then then you felt a hand on your back.

“Liebchen” started that soft, accent heavy voice that made your heart ache in so many ways. “Liebchen, what’s wrong?” Kurt asked, his voice still groggy with sleep, but he put his warm arms around you.

“Kurt” was all you managed to whisper as you curled against his body. You tried to hold back the sobs but were only half successful as he pulled you more securely into his embrace and wrapped his tail around you loosely. You let any facade of being already crumble away, because you knew you could with him.

“Shhh, Liebling it’s alright, I am here.” he whispered in that sweet, delicate tone as he stroked your hair and kissed your temples. He knew about your past so there was no reason to talk about it, he knew what you needed now was silent, loving comfort.

When your breathing finally became steady again you pulled back a little. “I’m sorry I woke you up.” You whispered, but he only shushed you.

“Never apologize for things like this. I know what you’ve been through and you should never feel ashamed or sorry.” His amber eyes held a hint of sadness as he brushed some hair from your face. It hurt him to see you like this and if could take away all those horrible memories, he would do so in an instant. “Do you wish to talk about it?” he asked after a moment.

“No, I just want you right now.” You answered with a shaky breath. 

He nodded and brushed the back of his fingers along your face, taking in your every beautiful feature in the darkened room. Then he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered “I will never, ever, let anyone hurt you like that again.” His tone was so sure, firm, but gentle. He placed a kiss on your cheek “Never.” A kiss on your other cheek “Never again.” Finally he nuzzled his face to yours, his lips a hair span from yours as his tail ran circles along your back.

You moved that final bit so your lips came together in a light innocent kiss. “Thank you…” you said, trying to pour all your love and gratitude into the words so he could know at least half of just how amazing he made you feel. 

He smiled and moved the two of you to lay back down, making sure you were cuddled against his soft, bare chest. “Ich liebe dich.” 

BTS - Taking a Family Picture
  • Jin: Alright, so today we're gonna take a family picture. You know what that means.
  • Jin: V.
  • V: Hm?
  • Jin: I know what you're planning to do
  • V: You have no control over me in this domain, manager hyung isn't here
  • Jin: What the fuck are you talking about
  • V: These images will represent my soul, my mind, and my body *starts taking off shirt*
  • J-Hope: Stop that rn
  • Jimin: I didn't even need to do it this time
  • Rapmon: Let's just take a normal photo okay.
  • V: YOU CANT TAME ME SOCIETY
  • Suga: Someone sedate him please
  • Jungkook: Jimin, let's be next to eachother
  • Jimin: R-really?
  • Jungkook: Yeah, I like you hyung
  • Jimin: *faints*
  • Suga: I don't care if ur dead, wake the fuck up and stand behind the backdrop
  • Cameraman: Are you guys ready?
  • Jin: Yes- wait Rapmon where are your pants!
  • Rapmon: Shit I lost them... *whispers* In ur eyes
  • Jin: Rapmon just put ur pants back on and yes we are ready.
  • Cameraman: alright. One, two, three. *takes picture*
  • J-Hope: Alright! Let's see it!
  • V: Wow it looks great
  • Jungkook: 10/10
  • Rapmon: I feel like it came out well
  • Suga: Wait a minute did Jin...?
  • Jimin: OH MY GOD HE SNEEZED! THAT'S THE BEST FUCKING THING EVER AND HE WANTED TO TAKE THE PICTURE SO BADLY
  • Suga: I'm not taking another one, I have to get to work
  • Jin: but guys.....
  • J-Hope: Yeah I gotta go
  • Jin: *cries eternally*
  • Boss Red Guy: (waking our Red Guy, who's sleeping at his desk) Hurry up! What do ya think I'm paying ya for?
  • Red Guy: You don't pay me. We don't even exist. We're just a clever visual metaphor used to personify how society's idealization of conformity leads to the stifling of creative minds.
  • Boss Red Guy: One more crack like that and you're outta here!
  • Red Guy: (drops to his knees) No, please! I have a husband and a kid!
5 of 99 Ways To Say I Love You – "Don't Ever Put Me Through That Again."

“Gr…Gray…” Natsu mumbled, hands flexing, reaching for the ice mage he couldn’t see. ‘He’s here, I can smell him.’

“I think he’s coming around.” Who was that? Erza? He didn’t know. All he knew was his head was killing him and his body hurt everywhere.

“Natsu!” A frantic voice came in that he’d recognize anywhere. “Natsu, wake up! Please, please wake up and tell me you’re okay!”

Why was his voice so rough? It sounded like he’d been crying. Who the hell was making his Snowflake cry? Someone was in for a world of fucking hurt when he got up.

“Gr–” Natsu tried to open his eyes only for pain to shoot through his temple, “ahh, shit!”

“Be c-careful, you idiot!” Gray choked, cold arms pulling the fire mage closer to his chest.

Natsu felt drops hitting his face. “Gray, what’s wr– who made you…” He forced his eyes open and looked Gray over for any sign of trauma. He saw no injuries, but his face showed distress. Puffy, red rimmed eyes, nose red and running, eyes glistening with fresh tears stubbornly unshed.

Natsu reached his arm up despite the stress it put on his aching body and wiped a tear that began to trail down Gray’s dirty cheek. “Why are you crying? What happened? Whose ass do I have to kick?”

“Your own.” Gray rasped, a small smile tugging on his lips. “You ran in to help me again, even though I didn’t need it.” He snipped, eyes growing cold for a moment until he looked at the extent of Natsu’s injuries. “God, you’re a moron, Ashes.”

“But you’re okay?”

Gray sighed, burying his face in his palm. “I’m perfectly fine, because you threw yourself in front of me, despite the fact that you barely made it out of your own fight alive.” His eyes hardened once more, glaring down at the pink haired man in his grasp.

Natsu crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. “If you’re expecting an apology, don’t hold your breath. You’re safe. That’s all I care about.”

“All you – YOU COULD HAVE –” Gray cut himself off and took a deep breath. “You damn near got yourself killed, Natsu. You fucking terrified me. How do you think I’d feel if you died because you threw yourself in my way? Huh? Especially when I was doing fine on my own! I know you were worried, but damn it! I had the situation under control, and you were severely hurt. Look at yourself!” Gray gestured down the length of his battered body.

Natsu looked himself over, taking in the countless bruises and cuts that plagued his form. No wonder he felt like he was run over by a fucking train. “I’ve… been in worse condition,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, a few times before Wendy joined our team. You’re lucky she’s here. Otherwise you’d probably be dead right now. You got hit in the head pretty fucking hard. She had to drop everything she was doing to give you emergency treatment!”

Natsu looked away from those frosty blue eyes that were boring into his own. He saw that they weren’t alone, he was so caught up in talking to Gray he didn’t even notice the rest of the team was sitting there with them. The worried expressions on their faces churned his stomach with guilt.

He looked back up at the devil slayer, “Was it really that bad?” He asked softly.

“Yes!” Gray raged. He pinched the bridge of his nose, breath coming out sharp. “I’m sorry. I just… I thought for a second that…” his throat got tight, his voice strained until it was barely above a whisper, “that I was going to lose you. I was so fucking scared, Natsu. I don’t know what I’d do if you had…” He trailed off, tears springing into his eyes for what had to be the dozenth time that hour. He buried his face into dirty, pink locks and let his tears fall.

The smell of salt hit Natsu’s nose. ‘I made him cry.’ His lip trembled, his voice shook. “I’m sorry, Gray! I’m so sorry.” Natsu clutched at his cool torso the best he could. “But I’m okay, right? We’re both alive. We’re here together.”

Gray sniffed back moisture, squeezing his arms around the dragon slayer. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right, Flame Brain.” He chuckled against Natsu’s temple and placed a small kiss there. “But do me a favour, okay?”

“Anything.” Natsu replied quietly.

Gray pulled back, his gaze steady and earnest. “Don’t ever put me through that again.”

Natsu blinked up at him. He knew Gray cared, but he never understood just how much until he saw the intensity in his eyes in that moment. “I won’t.”

Gray’s eyes softened, but his brow tensed. “Promise me, Natsu.”

A smile pulled on the edges of Natsu’s mouth. “I promise.”

“Good.” A grin broke out over Gray’s face before he kissed his favourite idiot. “I’m gonna hold you to that for the rest of your life, Smoke Breath.”

The rest of his life? Natsu’s heart fluttered at the thought of Gray as his boyfriend for that long. 'That makes him my…’ He felt a purr build up in his chest. Yeah, Gray was definitely his mate.

“You’d better, Ice Princess.”

You don't run out on the people you care about.
  • in The Bells of Saint John
  • 11th Doctor: But you don't run out on the people you care about. Wish I was more like that.
  • in Last Christmas
  • 12th Doctor: There was only one way to get to you. I'm dying, too.
  • Clara: You just wake up. Just leave me here, please.
  • <p> <b>Him:</b> Was it me?<p/><b>Her:</b> It was "Us".<p/><b>Him:</b> It was "us" that you wasted. "Us" is the future that you abandoned. "Us" is the forever you posponed. "Us" is the love you chose to gave up. Why did you just gave up on us? Wasn't it enough? That US is you and me. You left me. Now, that "us" will just be another chapter on your book. Just another past you will learn from. That "us" mean so much to me. "Us" is all I have. But you made "us" a memory. Nothing now. Just a memory. That was "us". That was me.<p/><b>Her:</b> That was you? No. It was me. It was all me. It was "us" until you stopped working this out for me. You knew that I love you so much and get so comfortable with it. It was me who waited for how many times. It was me who accepted unreasonable excuses. It was me who have to sleep alone while you're living your life. It was me, who made my world revolve around you because you say so. Did I ever complain? Uh, yes I did. But you stopped listening to me. I'm so drained. I'm so consumed. I woke up one day and I can't feel my heart anymore. Is it still beating? Am I still alive? I don't know anymore. I lose myself upon loving you. And I realize, I should be someone too. I should be loving myself too.<p/><b>Him:</b> Please don't leave me. If you're tired, I will work it out for the both of us. But stay with me. Please, stay. I'm scared to wake up one morning and realize that I don't have you anymore. You're everything. You are my everything.<p/><b>Her:</b> You left me first. You've been leaving me constantly everyday. And you don't even notice it. And I've been here all along waiting for you to comeback. When the world shuts you down. When your day is over. And I'm like a post. Just standing. Waiting for you. I feel trapped. Your love trapped me.<p/><b>Him:</b> I love you. I will make a castle built with dreams with you. You don't even have to move. I will be tired for you. I will move for you. I will provide all that you need. Just live in the castle with me. Just stay as my Queen. You don't have to be drained this time. I will fill you up. Anything. It could be anything. Just— stay.<p/><b>Her:</b> I used to be that girl. The girl you will sweep off your feet and take into the castle with you in a white horse. But I don't want to be a princess anymore. I realize that being princess only works for kids. When you're weak and plays a damsel in distress. But I grew. I got tired waiting in the castle. I don't want to be a damsel in distress anymore. I want to be out there. In the wild. Fighting with mosters. Collecting achievements and awards. It's not about pretty crystal glass shoes anymore. Not about ball gowns. I want to be my own soldier now. Because I realize, life is too far from fairytale. We like different things now. You want to live a fairytale. I want real life. That's why we have to part ways.<p/><b>Him:</b> Is it that easy for you? To give up the happily ever after we worked on for so long?<p/><b>Her:</b> We were happy. But it didn't last an ever after.<p/><b>Him:</b> It was me.<p/><b>Her:</b> No. It was "us".<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Let's just rip this band aid off now... God's not real. He is just an idea that people came up with to comfort them about death. You blame the "devil" for bad things and your "god" for all the good things. Your religion literally says to have a "child-like" faith. Why does your religion want you to be dumb? Wake up. Don't be caught in the haze of an idea. Be smart. Be aware. Please.

Let’s just address a few things here. You’re making a false assumption that I haven’t put any thought into my beliefs. I don’t think you really know me, otherwise you wouldn’t be anonymous, so we’ll let that slide. Secondly, while I do give God praise for all good things, I don’t blame Satan for the bad. We live in a fallen world that humanity chose for itself through our sin, and we suffer because of that. Lastly, you’re confusing child-like faith with deliberate ignorance. Faith is trusting God when I lack understanding, but it isn’t an appeal to flee from wisdom.
While I appreciate your intentions, I’m not wavering on this.

anonymous asked:

It was perfect. I kind of want more because it was perfection. can you write more? possibly on a time jump to when Mickey gives birth? Or a continuation to where it ended, them decided where to go? Ian's family knowing? (or not?). seriously please please please :D ... also let me know if you got it. like make a post or something. because like i said before 80% of my asks don't go through.

Mpreg part 2 (DON’T worry. I’m doing another part lol). Part 1 found here

Ian wakes up to an empty space by his bed. He looks around the room to see if Mickey is sitting in the chair in the corner of the room rubbing his stomach and looking outside the window or watching the tv on silent but Ian doesn’t see him around so he figures he went out to satisfy one of his cravings until he hears the faint but distinct noise of someone moaning and vomiting. 

“Dammit” he says to himself. He grabs his boxers from the side of the bed and pulls them on. He walks over to the bathroom door and taps lightly, slowly opening it. 

“Hey” he says quietly to Mickey who is doubled over the toilet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Hey” Mickey says looking over at Ian trying to smile before he feels more bile rise up and goes back to his intimate actions with the toilet. Ian makes his way over to his boyfriend rubbing his back as Mickey spits into the bowl one last time, wiping his face with tissue and throwing it in before pulling the handle down to flush.

“You okay?” Ian asks Mickey, his hands on the back of the pregnant man’s neck.

Mickey lays his head on the ivory toilet lid. ”No” he answers rubbing his stomach. Ian runs his hands through Mickey’s dark hair. 

Ian sighs, “I’m sorry”.

Mickey exhales sharply, staring at his pregnant stomach, “Fucker is trying to kill me.”

“How about we get you siting somewhere more comfortable and I’ll go out and get you some goodies?” Ian offers. Mickey’s eyes brighten at Ian’s proposition making Ian smile. “What do you want?”

Mickey thinks for moment, rubbing his stomach. “Hmm some pickles but not those fucking sweet ones the regular kind,” Ian makes a mental note as Mickey waits and continues “And some peanut butter but the crunchy type”

“Dill pickles and crunchy peanut butter. Got it.” Ian confirms. “You gonna put those two together?” He jokes.

“…Maybe…”Mickey confesses, “I don’t know man this pregnancy shit is messing up my taste buds”. Ian laughs because pickles and peanut butter sounds like the worst combination next to toothpaste and orange juice.

 ”Come on lets get you off the floor” Ian says. Mickey nods his head as he starts to get up. Ian grabs a hold of his upper arm to help him up but Mickey pushes him away.

“I got it! I can lift myself up.”

Ian backs away holding his hands up as he watches Mickey struggle from his position on the floor.

“You sure about that?” Ian asks moving back towards Mickey but then changes his mind when he gets a death glare from the man.

Mickey eventually stands up and walks past Ian, “I’m not totally useless…yet”

“I never said…” Ian starts quietly but stops, sucking in his teeth in frustration as he follows his boyfriend out of the bathroom. 

Mickey sits on the chair as Ian searches the room for the tv remote, handing it to Mickey when he finally does, and fluffs up some pillows on the bed. 

“Why don’t you lay in the bed, Mick?” Ian asks as he pulls on his jeans and throws on a shirt.

“Don’t want to.”

“I think it’d be better on your back if you just-”

“I said I don’t want to” Mickey answers irritated.

“Fine,” Ian huffs out. “I’m just saying I think it’d be easier on you and the baby if you did" 

Mickey turns off the tv. “I’m sorry are you the one with a thing growing inside your stomach. I think I fucking know what’s right for me and this little shit” Mickey answers angrily pointing to his stomach that seemed to grow more and more each day.

"Can you not with the guilt trip right now?” Ian says trying to not roll his eyes “I’m tired.”

“Oh you’re tired. You’re tired? That’s great. Who was going back and forth to the bathroom all night?”

Ian wipes a hands across his face, “Mickey, please”

“Please what? I didn’t want this thing in the first place” Mickey mumbles the last part quietly but loud enough for Ian to hear.

Ian turns around angry but trying not to raise his voice which Mickey was already failing at. “What was that?”

“I said,” Mickey says forcefully and then shouts “I didn’t want this fucking thing in the first place!”

“You don’t mean that.” Ian says steadying his breathing to get it out calmly. 

“Don’t tell me what I mean and don’t mean” Mickey shouts. 

“Jesus Christ,” Ian says picking up his wallet and room keys off the table and putting them in his back pocket. He grabs his shoes and heads to the door. 

“Where the fuck are you going?” Mickey says with a harsh bite, no longer shouting but still filled with anger.

“To get your goddamn pickles,” Ian yells before slamming the door.

Mickey throws the remote at the door as soon as it slams, watching it shatter open and the batteries spill on the floor. He runs his hands through his hair and down his face.

“Fuck.” He gets up holding his stomach as he does so and goes to fetch the remote and batteries off the floor.

He walks over to the bed and sighs, guilt etched on his face for no one to see. He hoists himself on the bed and settles in, turning the tv back on, debating on if he should send an apology text or not.

After a few moments of being comfortable he feels sharp pains coming from his stomach. “Aww man, come on…not now” He tries his best to not pay attention to the pain using the if-I-ignore-it-it-will-go-away approach which works for a few minutes longer until it becomes almost unbearable. “What the fuck?” He says gripping his stomach and slowly makes his way to the room Ian found him in earlier.

Ian is still angry…well no he’s pissed the fuck off, almost smashed the pickle jar when he put in the basket. He tries not to put the blame on Mickey, he knows the hormones are fucking him up, but godammit the mood swings are killing him. He grabs the peanut butter and decides to pick up some of Mickey’s favorite chocolate and ice cream as well thinking it’d cheer his boyfriend up some or something.

“Mickey I’m home” he says fake cheerfully as he opens the door. His eyes scan the room quickly “Mick?” Then he notices the bathroom light on “Mickey!” he yells louder, throwing the groceries on the nearby table. “Jesus Mickey you can at least answer me when I’m calling you,” he yells not suppressing his temper “So I know if you’re fucking here-“ he’s yelling louder but then stops as soon as he opens the door. 

His eyes go wide and he swallows harshly as he sees the scene in front of him. Mickey on the floor, barely conscious, gripping his stomach pain etched on his face, and a small pool of blood around him. “Jesus Christ” he says softly before making his way over to Mickey on the floor, kneeling down beside him.

“Mickey? Mickey? Baby, hey look at me.” He says soothingly, griping the side of the older man’s face and turning it up to his.

Mickey slowly opens his eyes staring at the man in front of him “Ian?” he says quietly.

“Yeah it’s me. I’m right here” He reassures him.  “What happened? Huh? Mickey?” Ian asks trying to keep Mickey’s eyes focused on him.

Mickey shakes his head “…don’t know…”  

“Okay..okay.” Ian wipes his face with his hand and takes a deep breath as he reaches his back pocket for his cell phone. “Just keep your eyes on me okay? Alright?” Mickey nods slowly, breathing heavy as Ian dials on his cell phone and tells the operator the details of what he saw, his other hand on Mickey’s side to keep him from sliding down further on the floor.

Ian hangs up with assurance that someone will be there soon and notices Mickey’s eyes growing heavier.

“Hey, Mickey no. Keep those eyes open.”

“…hurts…” Mickey says griping his stomach and takes in a sharp breath as more pain climbs up his body.

“I know but you got to stay awake.” Ian notices Mickey shivering and moves next to him, pulling him closer to him, careful not to hurt him further.

“I…I’m sorry” Mickey lets out weakly

“I know” Ian says smoothing Mickey’s hair and kissing the top of his head.

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean it”

“I know. I know. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” Ian gently pushes Mickey’s head down to his chest and rubs his side to comfort him as Mickey moans and cries softly into Ian.

(and DON’T worry. Everything is going to work out. I promise.)