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Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!

anonymous asked:

I'm very sick. Can I have some sick paladin headcanons pretty please?

hunk:

  • he’ll give everyone the play by play of how he’s feeling as the illness progresses
    • no concept of tmi
    • “okay so i just went to the bathroom and there are some things going on in my intestines right now that-” “oh my god hunk shut up”
  • gets really freaked out at first because “what if this is a weird alien virus that makes my lungs explode or something!”
    • but don’t worry! coran comforts him with Science!
    • sorta!
    • “there is a 75% chance your body will be able to combat the disease no problem!” “what about the other 25%” “you could die quite horribly! haha!”
  • catch him in the kitchen with a 102 fever trying to make himself soup
    • listen. he loves his friends. but. he has very high standards for caretaking and none of them come close to meeting them

pidge:

  • gets pretty visibly sick so everyone knows when she’s sick without her having to say anything
  • interact with humans? haha no thanks
    • hates being around people when she’s sick because everything they do pisses her off lmao
    • she’d rather just hole herself up in her room with her laptop
    • don’t talk to her until it’s over
  • at any given moment you go to check on her she’s probably laying face down on her bed and groaning miserably
    • even on the lowest screen brightness her laptop is still giving her a headache
    • betrayed by the one she loves most :’’’(

lance:

  • he’ll tell everyone when he’s sick. like. he’ll announce it
  • he’s… dramatic
    • “i’m sorry princess i can’t train today i sneezed earlier and am probably dying”
    • if he coughs once he’s like “this is it. this is where it all ends”
  • [draping himself on couch] “everyone take care of me i’m dying”
  • you know it’s serious when he shuts up
    • when he’s really sick he sorta just lies down and does nothing
    • but he’s not like pidge, he wants people around
    • so he’ll go to the bridge and sit and listen to everyone doing stuff and just doze there (and get the couch all germy ew lance-)

keith:

  • won’t tell anyone he’s sick but everyone can tell
    • always vastly underestimates how bad it is, so he never feels the need to mention it
    • it’s just a cold shiro?? yes i can walk in a straight line here i’ll prove-
    • keith, in an on-fire house: “this is fine”
  • galra have higher body temperatures than humans which scares the shit out of everyone the first time keith runs a fever
  • no concept of what a sick person is supposed to act like
    • unless it’s really bad he’ll just try to go about his daily routine
    • but everyone keeps running into him and sending him back to his room >:/
  • he actually likes the peace and quiet that comes with being sick though, so it’s not all bad

shiro:

  • he’ll tell everyone he’s sick because Communication is Important Guys
    • but he sort of? doesn’t act sick??
    • so it’s confusing for everyone around him
    • “hey just a heads up i have a fever today” [kicks ass in training, strategizes with allura, forms voltron to save a planet]
  • basically he plays it off well
    • so he tends to get worse because he’s not taking medicine or resting
  • tied with keith for Most Likely to Collapse From A Fever Due to Stubbornness 
  • actually one of the worst patients out of the paladins
    • he goes a little stir crazy, doesn’t really like sitting still and letting other people handle things
    • “shiro go to sleep we can survive one day without you oh my god-”
Bittersweet reunion rp starters(Warning:death mentions and angst) and
  • •"It's been awhile..."
  • •"Long time,no see..."
  • •"How long was I gone?"
  • •"Do you have any idea how long you were/I was gone?!"
  • •"You've/I've been gone for so goddamn long and the only thing you have to say is HEY?!"
  • •"I've missed you."
  • •"Did you miss me?"
  • •"Why are you here?"
  • •"Did you miss me like I've missed you?"
  • •"Why did you come back?"
  • •"Why did you leave?"
  • •"You're the reason why I've returned..."
  • •"Where have you been all this time?"
  • •"I thought you were dead!"
  • •"But you're here and that's all that matters"
  • •"I'm so glad that you're here"
  • •"You owe me an explanation."
  • •"So...what's new?"
  • •"Things have changed since the last time we saw each other..."
  • •"You're not leaving me again,are you?"
  • •"Will we ever meet again?"
  • •"Don't do this again!Please..."
  • •"I'll never abandon you again..."
  • •"You/I shouldn't have come back"
  • •"You/I should've have left"
  • •"I brought you a gift.I hope you like it"
  • •"I'm so sorry for disappearing so suddenly"
  • •"I told you I would come back!"
  • •"Thank god I've returned in time to save you!"
  • •"[insert name here]?Is that you?"
  • •"Are you real?This must be a dream"
  • •"It's been so long since we've talked like this"
  • •"I have no good reason for excusing myself.I'm sorry"
  • •"I left because I...I.."
  • •"Let's sit down somewhere comfy.Tell me all the juicy gossip that I've missed!"
  • •"I have so much to fill you in.."
  • •"Things were much better before you/I left..."
  • •"You know that legendary dog Hachiko?I'm just like him.At least my patience paid off..."
  • •"I've/You've changed..."
  • •"So,how's it going with [enter convention topic here]?"
  • •"I see that nothing has changed while I was gone"
  • •"Nothing ever changes here"
  • •"Suprise bitch!Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me."
  • •"Well...I've waited here like I promised"
  • •"I thought I would never see you again"
  • •"So,what do you want to talk about?"
  • •"You didn't even try to look for me!"
  • •"You left me to die!"
  • •"I/You left because of [insert person/reason here]!"
  • •"I wasn't able to tell you at the time"
  • •"You/I could've at least said goodbye."
  • •"How dare show yourself here after all this time?!"
  • •"Next time,take me with you,ok?"
advice for the signs
  • aries: you're full of ideas and they're always amazing! you are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for, even though you try to appear like you're a bit of a daredevil, you don't always like to come too far out of your cozy little comfort zone. but I promise, if you come out a bit more you can experience so many exciting things, and your abilities will make you shine like a star in the night sky.
  • taurus: not only are you are a badass, you're also super cool. if there are any haters its only because they want to be like you - really though. you just have an aura about you that pulls people in and once they get to know you, they don't ever want to get away. people want to overindulge in you, and if that wears you out then take a break and don't feel bad about it, your friends know you'll come back at the end of the day.
  • gemini: you're not a two-faced backstabbing bitch, you are a beautiful person who struggles with having to listen to an angel and a devil on your shoulders all day, which I can only imagine is super tough but you've done an incredible job to even come all this way and you should be so proud of yourself, I know I am. and lets take a moment to appreciate how you can walk into a room and suddenly be everyone's best friend with your natural charm and easy-going nature. you could take a bullet in the chest and your smile won't even falter. you're so determined to get what you want and you're so passionate and just everything you do is admirable. keep going, you rock this world.
  • cancer: if we're being real here, you don't actually cry *that* much. this is what it is - you have so many emotions swirling inside of you and they are like a beautiful storm of bright lights. and you should continue to let that out and share that beauty with everyone! but even with all that, you can be pretty hardcore and you are so strong, inside that whirlpool is a fire than burns bright, you should show people your intense passions as well as your caring side.
  • leo: you are amazing, and everyone around you knows it. if you're being too hard on yourself, lighten up a little because so far you've done everything right. everything happens for a reason, and if you feel guilty or sad about something just remember that your experiences have shaped who you are today - a beautiful, wonderful, magical creature with sparkling eyes, a loving soul and fabulous hair.
  • virgo: you work so hard to be on top of the game and I know how stressful that can be, but trust me when I'm saying that if you're doing the best you can, please don't push yourself any further. I'm sure you know what it feels like to get 3 hours sleep only to just scrape everything in on time, but you're doing just fine and please remember to reach out to your friends and loved ones and talk about how youre feeling. honestly, letting out any negativity makes you feel so, so much better, and you deserve the best.
  • libra: it's not that you're indecisive, you just like to weigh out all the pros and cons of a situation before you go into something - which is such a good idea, and I admire you for that. I bet you wish you had a crystal ball and could see the future to know how your decisions will turn out, huh? but the reality is that you should stop worrying about about the future and live in the moment. if you're not focusing on the present, you won't get to where you want to be in the future, and we definitely don't want to see you somewhere where your talents aren't being showcased.
  • scorpio: your personality is just so magnetic and you're so hypnotic, so many people absolutely adore you and would do anything for you - but sometimes they might not be 100% certain that the feelings are mutual. now, I know you love your friends and family so, so much with a fiercely strong love, but would it kill you to tell people that you love them and how you're feeling sometimes? everyone is here to help you and guide you on your journey to reaching the stars, but you can't build your rocket ship without the help of others.
  • sagittarius: you are incredible and so smart, it actually makes people stop in their tracks when you open your mouth and spout some beautiful, philosophical words of wisdom. or even just opening your mouth to say anything. everything about you is great but I'm not sure you appreciate yourself as much as you should. all the friends you have who love you should be an indication of how great you are. if you don't learn to love yourself, you might not be able to see through and out of your own little bubble and actually notice how much people care about you. because they care so, so much. don't you ever doubt that.
  • capricorn: your motto is work hard and don't take shortcuts, which is amazing and everyone admires you for that. it takes a lot of hard work and dedication to be you, and even if nobody mentions it, everyone is impressed. you're gonna go far, kid. but know that even if you're stuck in a rut right now you just need to jump a little higher and climb out. if you're stressed, talk to someone you trust and just open up and tell them what youre feeling. help them help you, and everything will be okay.
  • aquarius: we're not emotionless, we have a lot of feelings and we just choose not to express them because we're scared of people being overwhelmed by us, and we like to trust someone 100% before we open up. and there is nothing wrong with that. you're so good at listening to people's problems/how they feel and your advice is 10/10, but if you don't take time to talk to people about how you're feeling, you bottle everything up and one day it'll get so full that the lid will burst - and I know you're afraid of letting out all your feelings in one go, I definitely am. the only way around that is to let it out, bit by bit, slowly and over the years, to maintain your composure and sanity. and nobody will see you any different or judge you if you open up to them.
  • pisces: you're passionate, your creativity is out of this world, you're so good at helping people and you don't have a selfish bone in your body. you're always so up for helping people, and that is amazing! you're compassionate like no other, and your ideas are off-the-charts crazy cool. and you're not weak! you are perfectly capable of putting up your barriers, you just like to trust people enough to keep them down a lot of the time. and you're definitely not weak either, you've probably lived through some heartbreaking experiences, and you're still able to walk around with your head up and your heart open. now thats real strength.
the signs as sad quotes from various sources
  • aries: "Hey God, if you're there, my life has really sucked. So please, for once, let me have a sweet dream."
  • - Puella Magi Madoka Magica
  • taurus: "Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You made me so happy. I don’t want you to be lost or afraid or anything like that. From here on out, I know things might be hard sometimes. But no matter what may await, please don’t regret meeting me."
  • - Clannad
  • gemini: "Please boss, don't put that thing over my face, don't put me in the dark. I's afraid of the dark."
  • - The Green Mile
  • cancer: "Don’t go. Don’t go. Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me behind."
  • - Your Lie in April
  • leo: "I ruined everything. The only thing I can do is make sure no one gets close to me"
  • -Kotoura-san
  • virgo: "It's called a miracle because it doesn't happen."
  • - Kanon
  • libra: "Artax you're sinking! Come on, turn around! You have to now! Come on, Artax! Fight against the sadness, Artax! Artax, please!"
  • - The Neverending Story
  • scorpio: "Upset? I'm not upset. You have no idea how much pain I'm in. It's like being cut open every day, bleeding onto the stones. I can't understand how any of you failed to see the blood...."
  • - Warrior Cats
  • sagittarius: "Take her to the moon for me. Okay?"
  • - Inside Out
  • capricorn: "They were weak. That’s why they died. We were weak, too. That’s why we couldn’t save them."
  • - Terror in Resonance
  • aquarius: "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold."
  • - The Outsiders
  • pisces: "This is the end of my dream. My wings forgot how to fly, since I only kept pretending to flap them. Is there a meaning to wings that can’t fly?"
  • - Air
you’re like vertigo (or dizziness, or nausea, or confusion)

A month into sharing a room, they’ve kind of got into the swing of living together while avoiding murdering each other. 

Nursey is annoying as fuck in the general sense, but he’s a fairly decent roommate - tidy but not neurotically so, uses his earphones, and doesn’t sexile Dex, all of which make him an improvement on Troy who Dex roomed with freshman year.

It could be worse. Dex could be nursing an enormous, unrequited, painful crush on his roommate and liney which would make every second of spending time together literal torture.

Oh, wait.

His only hope is that when he finally loses it and actually kills Nursey out of savagely repressed lust it’ll be considered a justifiable homicide. 

Who is he kidding. It’s going to end up on a show like Dateline, with something in the synopsis about a ‘crime of passion’. He’s fucked.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a sterek fic where stiles and Derek are best friends who are pining for each other and stiles has a kid and Derek is like a father to the kid and the kid sees him that way and that kinda inspires stiles to make a move? :)

Hi, I hope you’re still following me, this ask is a hundred years old but I wrote it. I’m sorry, I’m trash! Kisses :**

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Jason just wanted to have a good time with his friends, it was hard enough to convince his dad that he wouldn’t drink more than two beers, and then someone decided to light up fucking fireworks inside Mrs. Evans barn.

“I didn’t think the hay would burn!” Chris cries out and Jason wants to shove a chemistry book on his face.

His dad is never going to let him go out again.

“Oh no.” Alicia groans as the first firetruck comes into view followed closely by a police car.

Shit.

“I was never here!” Jason whispers, hiding behind Luke as soon as Derek steps out of the truck.

“Is there anyone else inside?” All his friends shake their heads and Derek nods, walking towards the burning building. “Erica, go to the back with Isaac. Boyd, you’re with me.” He orders his partners, then turns and stares straight at Luke. “I can see you, Jason.”

“Shit.” Jason mutters. He’s so fucked.


“Is there any chance you won’t tell my dad?” Jason asks, shivering under the jacket Derek gave him. Derek snorts and mutters something that sounds a lot like ‘keep dreaming’. “Please? I can wash your car every week for the rest of my life.”

“You’re going to do that any way.” Derek says. And he’s right, Jason loves Derek’s Camaro. He caresses the leather seat distractedly, looks out the window, his dad is going to be so disappointed. He hates seeing his disappointed face.

When Derek grabbed his shoulder once the fire was completely extinguished and guided him towards the firetruck, Jason thought he was safe. Derek is nice, he’s his godfather, he gave Jason his first beer, talked to him about safe sex after dad freaked out when Jason said he’d been watching porn since he was thirteen. Derek is cool.

Or he was because once they arrived at the station, he practically shoved Jason inside his car, saying he’d drive him home to help his dad kill him. Derek is not his favorite anymore.

“Did you tell him yet?” Jason asks as Derek parks in front of his house.

“No.” Derek answers, turning the engine off. “He’d freak out.” Jason nods, being the only child of a single parent has its ups, but it also has its downs. “Come on,” Derek squeezes his shoulder, “like a band-aid, right?”

“I don’t wanna hurt him.” Jason looks down at his hands. “Chris didn’t do it on purpose, and I – I thought we were only going to have a good time.”

“I know.” Derek says. “It was an accident, it happens. But it doesn’t mean that we won’t worry. We care about you.” When Jason looks up, Derek smiles softly before pulling him into a hug. “I changed your diapers. Unfortunately,” he adds, making Jason snort against his shoulder, “and I taught you how to play baseball. I was there when you broke your arm but sometimes I won’t be, and your dad won’t be either.” Jason sniffs, holds Derek’s shirt with both hands. “But we will always care about you.” Jason nods and they stay like that for a while. 

Okay, Derek really is his favorite.

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anonymous asked:

if you're accepting fluff requests could we have some dorlene pretty please? or remadora?

(( OOC: Hoo boy give me a chance to write remadora fluff and I am all over it. Hope you like! ))  -  Ao3


Remus’ breath billowed in front of his face in freezing clouds, illuminated by the yellow streetlights. He checked up and down the street again, but was alone save for the beggar witch whistling to herself in the doorway of an apothecary two shops over.

She’s late. Remus’ uneasiness regarding Tonks’ absence was lessened only by the fact that he had never once known Nymphadora Tonks to be on time for anything.

“Been stood up, have yer darlin’?” The beggar witch had a face like leather and a voice like gravel, and she managed to give Remus a wide grin despite only owning four teeth. Remus walked over, fishing a galleon out of his pocket and pressing it into her withered hand.

“Not for the first time. She likes to keep me on my toes.”

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You're Ok

Prompt: Mark and Ty calming Eth down when he’s really stressed/anxious. Thank you @tythaningalltheway for the prompt!!
(Ps I didn’t know if you wanted it to be more shippy or just platonic so I tried to leave it open to interpretation)

Ethan groaned in frustration. All he wanted to do was finish editing this video for his channel so he could start working on some of Mark’s videos. But his computer decided now was the best time to do automatic updates. Ethan wasn’t as pissed as he was worried. He knew he needed to get at least one of Mark’s and one of his own videos done today or else he’ll be behind on editing. Ethan was already not putting out as much content as he thought he should be. Ever since he moved out to LA, his scheduling had been fucked up. He knew the others in the house had tried to make his transition as easy as possible. And it did help some. But it didn’t help that he could only edit when at the office and that Mark made a rule that no one was allowed to edit past 9 pm. Back home, Ethan was use to editing into the early hours of the morning. That was one way how he was able to get two videos out each and every day plus work on a lot of Mark’s content. Now he could only get at least one video uploaded a day and was barely getting through Mark’s videos.

Ethan didn’t realize he was hyperventilating until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ethan jumped as he whipped around, scaring the other person as much as he scared himself.

“Woah there buddy,” A soothing voice said.
“I need you to breathe. Can you breathe, Ethan?”

It took a minute for Ethan to realize that the voice belonged to Mark.

Ethan’s first instinct was to run. He didn’t really know why, but he felt trapped and needed to get away.
That was, until big muscular arms engulfed him and scooped him up out of his chair. Ethan looked up to see Tyler’s face looking back at him with concern. Ethan wanted to cower away.

“Hey now Ethan.” Tyler said gently.
“You’re okay. Breathe.”

Ethan was a shaking mess by the time Tyler got him to the couch. Tyler started rubbing circles on his back. Ethan almost didn’t notice Mark placing a blanket around him.
Ethan turned his head and looked at him. Mark sighed and wiped his thumb under Ethan’s eye. Ethan was suddenly aware of wetness on his face and realized he must’ve been crying.

“Do you need anything, bud?” Mark ask in a soft tone.

“Could- could I have some water please?” Ethan asked timidly.

“Yeah of course.” Mark smiled.

As Mark made his way to their kitchenette, Ethan leaned into Tyler’s side. Tyler instantly started playing with Ethan’s hair. Ethan let out a little hum and closed his eyes.

“Feeling any better?” Tyler asked.

Ethan nodded.
“A bit. Thanks.”

“Do you wanna talk about what just happened over there?”

“I uh I-” Ethan could feel the anxiety rising back up.

Ethan’s eyes darted around frantically before locking eye contact with Mark.

Mark seemed to realize what was going on, or at least that Ethan needed help, and quickly came over to the couch.

“Here’s your water.“ Mark smiled.

Ethan took it gratefully and gulped it down.

“Its getting late we should head home soon.“ Mark said, looking at his watch.

“Sounds like a good idea to me. Ethan?” Tyler looked at him for a response.

“Huh?” Ethan stopped drinking so he could hear.

“You ready to go to the house?”

“Uh…” Ethan glanced towards his computer.

“The videos can wait. Its ok, Ethan.” Mark said.

Ethan just nodded before standing up. Ethan can sense both Mark’s and Tyler’s eyes on him the entire time. He kept his head down as he went back to his desk to grab his phone.

“You ready?” Tyler placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, almost protectively.

“Yeah.” Ethan said, slightly leaning into his touch.

Tyler smiled as he led them to his car.
They piled in. Tyler driving, Mark sitting shotgun, and Ethan in the back looking out the window. Mark and Tyler almost instantly started up a conversation and only a few minutes later, they realized Ethan’s responses had faded out.
They looked back to see Ethan curled up asleep in the back seat.

“Poor kid.” Mark sighed.

Tyler just nodded in agreement.
“Should we wake him or?”

“Nah, I’ll carry him in.”

Mark got out once the car was parked and opened Ethan’s door. Mark carefully slid an arm behind Ethan’s back and an arm under his knees.
Mark carried him bridal style through the house, with Tyler opening doors for him until they made it to Ethan’s bedroom.

“Alright we should get out and let him sleep.” Tyler said from the doorway.

“I’d love to but uh…”

“But what?”

“He’s not letting go.”

Tyler looked over and saw Ethan clinging to Mark’s arm like it was a stuffed animal.
Tyler chuckled.

“Should we take him to the couch then and watch a couple of movies til he wakes up?” Mark suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.”

~time skip~

Ethan woke the next morning to find himself squished between Tyler and Mark.
The tv was left on and there was discarded plates and cups on the coffee table, which led Ethan to believe they didn’t fall asleep there on purpose.
Ethan pulled the blanket that was draped across him up to his chin before snuggling back down.
Ethan had a soft smile on his face as he drifted back to sleep.
Like it's Real (2/3) Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N are childhood best friends. So when Tom’s publicist told him to fake-date someone, Y/N seems to be the best choice. But will it stay fake, or will true feelings start to blossom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Some swearings

A/N: Wow guys, thank you for the 100+ followers, you’re all so sweet. If you would like to be tagged in the future parts, you can leave a comment to let me know ❤️

P.S: The italicized sentences are your internal thoughts

Part 1


Tom’s Publicist: Good Morning (Y/N), I’ve dropped off some stuff for you on your front door.

You: Stuff?

Tom’s Publicist: For you to wear to the date. Tom’s picking you up in an hour.

You: Oh sure. Thank you.

You opened your door to find a box. You carried it into your room, placing it on a chair before rummaging through it.

Apparently what the publicist refer as “stuff” includes several dresses, 4 pairs of shoes, bags and purses, and even hair accessories. No wonder the box is a bit heavy.

All the dresses seems to be a little extra for a lunch date in a local café. Well except for the simple pale yellow sundress with floral prints.

Putting it on, the dress fell just right above your knees. It flows beautifully. You put on a nude platform sandals and looked at the mirror.

This should do it

“Y/N?” came Tom’s voice, followed by three knocks.

“Coming!” You yelled back, hurriedly grabbing a purse then stuffing in your phone and money.

Opening the door, you greeted him with a cheerful smile, “Hi”

“Hi (Y/N), you look beautiful.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself” you said, blushing a little from his compliment.

“I was thinking that we could walk to the café?. It’s only a few blocks away. I wouldn’t mind driving if don’t want to though,” He asked.

“Sure Tom. I could use some exercise.“

-

After a 5 minute walk, you both arrived at the café. The bell jingled as Tom opened the door for you, being the gentleman he is.

“Let’s go sit by the glass window. My publicist said the paparazzi would get better shots of us that way.”

After you both had settled in, the waitress came to take your orders.

“What can I get you?” smiled the waitress.

“I’d like a soufflé and a glass of iced tea please,” you ordered.

“And for me, a hot tea and a quackson would be nice,” Tom added smiling at the waitress.

“Excuse me, what?” the waitress asked giving him a weird look.

You tried muffling your laughs, but when Tom looked at you with his confused face you coudln’t help but roar in laughter.

“Tom! You - you just said quackson instead of croissant!”

Realization dawns on his face. “Oh shit. I meant a croissant. A croissant and hot tea would be nice,” he corrected, grimacing a little.

You’re still howling with laughter as the waitress leave. You’re laughing so hard that tears are escaping your eyes.

“Oh my god Tom. I can’t believe that just happened,” you said still chuckling at his red face.

“I’ve been asked to say quackson so many times now that it kinda stuck,” He explained, still not smiling.

“You have to admit it’s funny though,” You snickered.

He cracked a small smile, “I guess it is a little funny.”

With all the fun you’re having, you almost forgot that this is supposed to be a fake date. Almost, but then your phone vibrates.

Tom's publicist added you into a group chat 

Tom's Publicist:: You're both doing great.

Tom: How did you know that?

Tom's Publicist: I'm three tables away from you 

Both of you looked around the café trying to spot the publicist. Sure enough, he’s sitting in a booth at the corner of the café.

You made eye contact briefly, then he starts tapping on his phone again. You looked back at your phone as it buzzes.

Tom's Publicist: Y/N, put your hand on the table, and Tom put yours on top of hers. This is a great chance.

You could feel the blush creeping up your neck at the thought of this. You lift your head up to see Tom already staring at you, his cheeks tinted with a slight blush.

You placed your hand on the table and Tom looked at you, asking for permission. You nodded, heart racing with anticipation.

As his palm rest on top of your hand, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. You have a thousands thoughts rushing through your mind.

Why am I being like this. It’s just Tom, I shouldn’t be feeling any of this. It’s even staged for fuck’s sake.

After a few minutes, the paparazzi left but Tom’s hand is still resting on top of yours. You tried continuing the conversation. But it’s kinda hard with his thumb occassionally sweeping back and forth on the back of your hand.

He’s staring at you with such intensity, you felt like you could melt into a puddle. But then the waitress came back, bringing your orders making both of you break the physical contact.

-

“Do you still have any room left in your stomach?” Tom asked as you both exited the café.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I saw an ice cream truck on the way here. Thought we could maybe make a quick stop,” he grinned, knowing you wouldn’t turn down free ice cream.

-

Thanks for the ice cream,“ you thanked him, as he handed you your cone. You start licking on your heavenly treat, sighing in content.

Tom chuckled at your antics, “I’m glad you like it that much.” You can only hum in agreement as you continue to devour your sweet treat.

“Y/N, I’m going to try something. Just go with it okay?”

Narrowing your eyes you questioned, “What exactly?”

“Can I try your ice cream?” “Umm, sure?” You answered, utterly confused. What is he trying to do? You hold out your ice cream for him to try. But instead of licking your ice cream like you thought he would, his soft lips meet yours instead.

Your eyes flew wide open. As you body froze in shock. It’s the most innocent kiss anybody has ever given to you. Even though it only lasted for 3 seconds, it’s enough to leave you feeling lightheaded.

“It worked!” Tom exclaimed all of a sudden. “They’re all taking videos and photos”

You turned around to see a small crowd video-taping you and Tom. Of course it was an act. How stupid of you to think it was real?

-

Tom held your hand the whole way to your apartment, awaking the butterflies inside your stomach.

“I had a great time today Y/N. Time seems to fly when I’m you,” He smiled at you softly ad you reached your door. “I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to this,”

“Hey, I had fun too. And I should be thanking you for being such a great ‘date’ today,” you assured him, doing the air quotes gesture.

Chuckling Tom said, “Well then I should be going. See you tomorrow!” The he leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Bye Tom,” you squeaked, waving at him before entering your apartment and closing the door. You closed your eyes as you leaned on the door, heart still racing from his forehead kiss.

Fuck, I have a crush on Tom

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Could you please write a one shot where Harry and y/n go on a vacation with their families together because their families are close friends, but their families don't know about harry and y/n's relationship. I really hope you can write this!!! Also I love you're writing xx

You tiptoed past your parents’ room before dashing towards the elevator, pressing the button too many times as you waited impatiently, looking left and right for any sign of yours or Harry’s family. You got inside the elevator, pressing the ground floor.
You peaked your head out first before walking outside. Just when you thought the coast was clear, you felt someone bump into your shoulder. You looked, your heart dropping. “Gemma, Gemma, hey,” You chuckled nervously.

“Hey, Y/N, couldn’t sleep?” Gemma asked before she yawned.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Wanted to take a walk so I could.”

“Oh, yeah. Right,” She chuckled, “I came to replace my kettle, the one I had wasn’t working. Anyway, I’m going now.” She nodded at you, giving you a smile before walking towards the elevator.
You watched her, waving at her awkwardly to make sure she got inside and left.
You released a sigh of relief before hurrying outside, running towards beach that was basically right in front of you.

You tiptoed towards a cave that was hid by bushes that you and Harry found, bending down to see him waiting there, his eyes lightening up when he saw you, opening his arms for you. You grinned, getting inside and sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest as he pecked your cheek.

“I ran into Gemma.” You giggled.

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Midnight Circus

Originally posted by jeonilys

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader
☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au
☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

1 | 2 | coming soon


There was always that rush of excitement when summer came—that feeling of freedom and the urge to run wild bursting at the seems. That’s how it was for most people, not you. When the sun shines with no end was something entirely different for you. Summer meant no school, known of those fellow classmates or teachers on your back. Your lively classmates bubbled in anticipation of the bell, the one thing that would free them from this white tiled prison for months. Just one last ring and I’m outta here, you thought. When it finally came you giggled at the students who jumped out of their seats, mostly guys, they huddled together as if they’d just one the state championship. The teacher attempted to calm them but eventually gave up, who could blame them?

Come on, Y/N!

Your friends beckoned you to hurry up and follow them out the door, that was currently being bombarded with the whole class. There was no point in rushing, so you told them to go ahead with you. They only shook their heads. You were the resident ‘good girl’ of your group of friends—as good as a high school senior could get at least. As quickly as you could look up you were left in the empty class room, you looked at the reminder the suddenly came up on your phone. You hadn’t received your grade for year yet so you waited around at the main office for them. Sitting on the bench outside, you waited patiently, looking through your phone until your teacher came out. 

Ms. Y/L/N, here you go.” You stood up and grabbed the thin folder from her, flipping through it really quick to make sure it was yours. “Enjoy you’re summer- Oh and congratulations on your graduation.” 

“Thank you.” You two exchanged smiles before she scurried back to her office, anxious to leave this place. She was probably happier to be on summer break than the students in this school. If you had to deal with these terrors in a few months you would too, you had to sit in a class room with them but she has to teach them. 

Striding down the hall, you looked over the paper, looking over your grades for the past year. One C out of a list of A’s. You glared down at the letter, one project with that delinquent nearly depleted your grade point average—you never forgave him for that and you weren’t planning on it. A few steps and you were at your car, fumbling with your keys to open the car door. You dropped them on the pavement. Just as quick as they fell you bent down to get it but you were stopped as an all too familiar black boot kicked it away. 

Jeon Jungkook. He quickly had your keys in his hands. You tried to snatch them back but he only gave you a smug grin as your cheeks were already reddening in frustration.

“What do you want.” You spat crossing your arms, eliciting a snort from him. 

Jungkook was what some would call a fuck-boy, a bad boy, a hearthrob; just to name a few. But you had other names for him, a waste of a good looking human being; in short. He did what he wanted and could care less if his stupid decisions affected you or anyone else—he loves himself with no shame whatsoever. His charming glances and charismatic ways of talking may have had everyone at his mercy but he wasn’t fooling you—not for a second.

“Chill, I just wanted to wish you a good summer, what’s the harm in that?” He said

Oh please, you wanted to wipe that grin right off of his face.

“Anytime you try to talk to me, you mean harm. Jungkook, I don’t have time for this.” You attempted to snatch the keys once again but he blocked your attempts by putting his hands far from your reach. “Give me my keys back!” You crossed your arms, waiting for him to stop being childish and hand them over.

“Come on, are you serious?” He laughed. “You’re panties are still in a bunch about that-…what was it again?” He tilted his head in thought, “Collaborative project.” He signed quotation marks with his fingers.

“Since you obviously don’t have the best of memory, I’ll remind you of what you did to me. While we were supposed to be finishing the project the night before. I had finish it by myself. While you decided you’d go roof topping with your friends, on the school, during an open house—which, by the way has to be one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had. You could’ve been arrested, not that I would care.” You huffed, already feeling yourself getting heated by the combination of the pounding sun and your rising anger. He was sporadic and impulsive, he said what he was thinking and went with the moment—all the time, and it was annoying. 

“But did I get caught? No, I didn’t- And you were a doll for keeping your lips shut about it, baby girl.” He tapped the bottom of your chin and you jerked back, smacking his hand away. You hated when he’d call you that, it was a nickname he came to like because of one incident. There was a tornado warning in the area, when it touched down you sat in the corner of the room, you closed your ears he could’ve sworn he saw tears.

The day before the due date you got hit with a bad virus and couldn’t take in the project so you gave the responsibility to him—bad idea, a horrifyingly bad idea. He never came to your house to pick it up—he didn’t even go to school that day, your teacher was convinced that Jungkook got you to skip school until you explained to her that you were bedridden. To this day, you still don’t know where he went, and you really don’t care anymore.

“I kept my lips shut because I wasn’t going through that for you. When I texted you to tell you I was sick, and politely asked you to pick up the project and turn it in you left me on read! And never freaking showed up. Honestly, how rude can someone be…” 

“Ok, and? You stress over ever fucking little thing, it was one project.” He retorted, those distinct eyebrows taunting you with every little facial quirk. You snatched the keys from his hand, getting in to your car and slamming the door. 

He knocked on the window—your stupid self actually let it down. 

“What.” Your hands firmly on the wheel as you were getting ready to pull out.

“You never gave me back my headphones, the ones I left at your place. I need them back.” You had to laugh, you know he doesn’t think your just gonna hand over his stuff after all the things he’s put you through. He’s not entitled to anything that has to do with you.

You had something he wanted. You smirked, the tables have finally turned. 

“Ah, you mean the black ones with the blue on the sides?” He nodded, “Yeah, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about, you must be thinking about another girls house, I know you probably lose count.” You cooed, close lipped grinning like the petty person you were.

“I know you have them, quit being petty and hand them over.” His attempt to push you in a corner was working to him but in reality it was failing miserably.

“Now i’m definitely not giving them to you, even if I did have them, which I don’t, you won’t be seeing them anytime soon.” You could tell by the way his tongue protruded against his cheek, he wasn’t happy with you. You assumed he would escalate the argument but he only laughed, you frowned. “Why are you laughing?”

“None of your damn business.” With that he walked back to where he left from and you willed yourself not to pay him any mind. You get a whole three months free of him, annoying classmates and the school in general. 

Life was looking pretty good right about now.

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The Bella's Whatsapp Group blows up...
  • Fat Amy: Bloe are getting engaged!
  • Ashley: Oh my god!
  • Jessica: Oh my god!
  • Flo: Wahooooooo!
  • CR: Yeaaassss!
  • Emily: Eeeeek! How did it happen? Who proposed to who? Xxx
  • Staci: Ahhhhh!
  • Staci: CR I owe you twenty bucks! You said they'd do it this year.
  • Aubrey: What?! Why am I only just hearing about this?
  • Staci: Hearing about what? The engagement the money or the bet? X
  • Aubrey: I HAD meant the engagement.. x
  • Lily: congratulations
  • Ashley: So how did it happen?
  • Jessica: How did it happen?
  • Ashley: Haha literally just sent that!
  • Jessica: Oops sorry Ash, copying your question!
  • Jessica: Oh and you just pointed it out too. Haha!
  • Jessica: Mind-reader ;)
  • Ashley: Clearly I'm a mind-reader ;)
  • Ashley: Haha! As if you just said that too!
  • Beca: Guys relax, Chloe and I aren't engaged.
  • Beca: Just Fat Amy taking everything out of context as usual.
  • Aubrey: No surprises there.
  • CR: How can getting engaged be taken out of context?
  • Fat Amy: Beca you just said yourself that you'll be the one proposing to Chloe!
  • Flo: Eeeeeeeeeeeee!
  • Emily: Oh Em Aca-Geeeeeeeeee!
  • Emily: Xxx
  • Beca: STOP IT!
  • Fat Amy: It's true! Chloe tell her!
  • Staci: I'm gonna go buy a hat
  • Aubrey: Why? X
  • Staci: For the wedding! X
  • Aubrey: Beca just said they weren't engaged x
  • Beca: THANK YOU Posen!
  • Staci: Yeah but Beca's GOING to propose, so there'll be a wedding at some point? X
  • Aubrey: Hmm I guess? X
  • Beca: POSEN!
  • Aubrey: Lol
  • Flo: How are you going to propose Beca?
  • Fat Amy: Mud wrestling?
  • Beca: NO!
  • Lily: Fight club. I know a place
  • Jessica: Romantic beach walk at sunset?
  • Emily: You could produce her a song? I'll write the lyrics! Xxx
  • Ashley: A sunset beach walk maybe? So romantic!
  • Jessica: Haha! Again with the mind-reading Ash ;) x
  • Ashley: We're too awesome xx
  • CR: Oh my god FLASH MOB!
  • Beca: STOP
  • Fat Amy: YES!
  • Beca: NO!
  • Staci: After sex?
  • CR: What.. a flash mob?
  • Staci: NO! Beca should propose to Chloe after sex.
  • Aubrey: Ew x
  • Staci: Oh relaaax Posen it's just a word ;) x
  • Aubrey: Yes but it implies too much x
  • Beca: Guys I wasn't looking for suggestions!
  • Staci: So you ARE going to propose!
  • Flo: Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!
  • Emily: I'm getting so giddy right now I can barely text xxxxxxxxxx
  • Staci: Chloe's going to be unbearably excited you know.
  • CR: She seems like the type to have her ideal engagement and wedding all planned out you know?
  • Ashley: Agreed
  • Jessica: Agreed
  • Jessica: Haha!
  • Ashley: Haha!
  • Jessica: Stop copying me ;)
  • Ashley: You love it ;)
  • Emily: Aubrey would know xxx
  • CR: True! Aubrey has Chloe got it all planned out?
  • Beca: Guuuuuys!
  • Staci: Chloe talked about it all through college until I graduated. She might have changed her mind since dating Beca though.
  • CR: ?
  • Staci: (*I'm sure that's what Aubrey told me once)
  • Beca: Can we please stop?
  • Fat Amy: Yeah, Beca's getting nervous.
  • Jessica: Awwwww
  • Ashley: Awwwww
  • Lily: I've got something that can help with that
  • CR: Chill Becs, we all know she'll say yes.
  • Emily: She will! She loves you so much Beca! Xxx
  • Flo: Adores you!
  • Staci: Can I be Best-Woman?
  • CR: Gurl I think if any of us Bella's should be Best-Woman it should be me!
  • Lily: I'll sort the security
  • Fat Amy: Erm if ANYONE is Beca's Best-Woman it's me!
  • Fat Amy: College roommate
  • Fat Amy: Best friend
  • Fat Amy: Best looking
  • Flo: Oh can I be bridesmaid?
  • Emily: And me! Xxxxx
  • Fat Amy: Legacy, you'll be flower girl..
  • Fat Amy: Aubrey will be Chloe's chief bridesmaid of course..
  • Aubrey: Of course
  • CR: Did we ever get to the bottom of how you're going to propose Beca?
  • Beca: No
  • CR: …Flash mob?
  • Beca: NO!
  • CR: Come on it's a great suggestion! She'll never expect it!
  • Staci: If Beca does it right Chloe'll never expect any of these suggestions!
  • Chloe: Guys I'm actually IN this group chat you know xx
  • Staci: Oh yeah!
  • Staci: Shit.
  • Staci: Sorry Beca!
  • Chloe: As long as it's memorable I don't care how Beca proposes ;) xx
  • Flo: Oooooh so much opportunity!
  • Staci: Beca, we're making a separate group chat sans Chloe. Hang on!
  • Chloe: Nooooooooo!xx
  • Beca: Guys you know Chloe gets bad FOMO. Don't make a separate chat! I'll never hear the end of it.
  • ...
  • *Staci added you to the group "ProCHLOsal"*
  • Beca: Guys please stop. Yes I'll be proposing to Chloe AT SOME POINT but it won't be soon. Please don't get her hopes up. And please stop making suggestions!! I know Chloe, and I think I know how she'd want me to propose. So let me do it with less pressure please.
  • *Beca left the group*
Tips for when you're on your period and everything is awful

If you have periods, you know the struggle. You feel gross. You feel dirty. You feel crabby and sad and like the whole world is awful. Here are a few ways that I combat my PMS-induced blues.

• take a shower. I know it’s a lot of work, but honestly, it helps so much to get rid of that gross, dirty feeling.

• if you can and like to, shave your legs. You’ll feel like a goddess, and that helps, trust me.

• put on some awesome-smelling body lotion. You already look like a goddess, so now its time to smell like one. This can also help if you’re feeling self-conscious about that period smell (which no one else can smell, just btw. No one walks past you and says “ew that girl smells like period”, especially if you’re keeping yourself as clean as possible down there - eg changing your pad/tampon/etc as needed, making sure to wipe really well, etc.)

• if you can’t handle the process of taking a shower, at least wash and moisturize your face. Not only will it help to calm the menstrual breakout that a lot of us get, but you will also feel clean and rejuvenated.

• HEATING PADS/HOT WATER BOTTLES ARE MAN’S GREATEST INVENTION. If you need to leave the house (i.e. to go to work, run errands, etc), you can use one of those stick-on heating wraps they carry at most drug stores for joint and muscle pain, and it will hide nicely under your clothes and keep some heavenly heat on your muscles down there. However, BE VERY CAREFUL if you use one of those. The skin on your lower abdomen is very thin and sensitive, so make sure you don’t stick the wrap too low and don’t leave it on for too long. Also, don’t cover it too tightly with clothing - wear something loose if possible. If it starts to feel too hot or painful, TAKE IT OFF IMMEDIATELY.

• GET YASELF DRESSED. Wear something that makes you feel sexy and confident. It sounds like the worst thing ever, but getting dressed and looking like a million bucks helps my psyche soooo much when I’m on my period and miserable. Of course, sometimes you need a day where you never take off your pjs, and that’s okay too. But if you’re down in the dumps and feel ugly and gross, prove yourself wrong by getting dolled up and sexy as hell, even if you aren’t leaving the house. SLAY, QUEEN. YOU’RE A DAMN GODDESS.

• if you have stuff to do, DO IT. Some people have very severe menstrual symptoms, and in those cases you may not be physically able to move. That’s okay. You take your time and don’t you dare feel guilty about it. But if you at all can, at least /try/ to do some of the things you had planned. Don’t let Aunt Flo stop you. Moving on with my day as much as possible helps me to feel empowered and honestly just better about myself, even if physically I’m not feeling great. It helps me feel more in control, rather than being controlled by my period.

Please feel free to add to this list if anyone has any tips or suggestions to make periods less awful based on their own experience; these are just the things that help me. Good luck, warrior queens. Go forth and slay.

What went down in Dislocoeur
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Ms. Bustier: in many fairy tales the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess, can anyone tell me why?
  • Rose: BECAUSE DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: that's not really an answer
  • Max: technically this only applies to 87% of fairy tales
  • Ms. Bustier: there's no way that number is correct
  • Ms. Bustier: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: yes Rose we got that
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: who are you even talking to
  • Ms. Bustier: are you saying that in the imperative
  • Rose: pls do the smoochy thing :( #ladynoir
  • Adrien: well I just wrote this poem time to toss it in the garbage with the rest of the fandom
  • Marinette: hmm I wonder what that hot guy threw in the trash
  • Marinette: ooh it's a poem!
  • Marinette: "roses are red, violets are violet, poetry is f**king hard, do the smoochy thing pls"
  • Chloé: hmm why is Marinette looking through the garbage
  • Sabrina: did you know there's an entire fandom in there?
  • Chloé: wow she must be really desperate
  • Max: kk Kim it's time for you to run along this route and meet your crush on a bridge
  • Kim: why is her route so convoluted
  • Max: idk but if you meet her on that particular bridge and give her this particular jewel you've got a 87% chance of success
  • Kim: there's no way that number is correct
  • Kim: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Marinette: I say go for it!
  • Kim: kk, running now
  • Alya: NO WAIT COME BACK
  • Alya: NEVER TAKE ROMANTIC ADVICE FROM MARINETTE
  • Marinette: now imma write a poem to Adrien
  • Chloé: and imma break the hearts of a buncha tweens
  • Chloé: hey tweens! you see how fabulous I am? well I'm never gonna date you
  • Chloé: do you see what you're missing out on
  • Chloé: well that was fun anyway I hope one of you gets akumatized now
  • Chloé: F**K ALL Y'ALL TO THE END OF THE WORLD AND BACK
  • Chloé: b**ch I'm out
  • Kim: *goes to bridge*
  • Kim: this is the Pont des Arts, right?
  • Kim: so where did all the locks go
  • Kim: it's just panes of plexiglass
  • Kim: this is way less romantic now
  • Chloé: hey Kim
  • Kim: hey Chloé lemme smash
  • Chloé: are you for real
  • Kim: I got you blue AND yellow
  • Chloé: you're as pathetic as that meme
  • Kim: she doesn't want blue and yellow
  • Chloé: look I've got a buncha tweens clamoring after me now
  • Chloé: so you're like fourth in line at best
  • Chloé: BYE
  • Kim: what has my life come to
  • Hawkmoth: wow this is even more sad than usual
  • Hawkmoth: like, I actually feel really sorry for you
  • Hawkmoth: so here have an incredibly cool transformation
  • Dislocoeur: now we're talkin
  • Dislocoeur: I've got a bow and arrows!
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Marinette: and now it's POETRY TIME
  • Alya: whaddaya got
  • Marinette: "roses are nerds, poems are easy, lemme smash pls bc I think you're hot"
  • Alya: wot
  • Marinette: wow romance really isn't all that great when you're honest about it
  • Alya: wow and here I didn't think you'd ever have enough experience with romance to figure that out
  • Marinette: ooh sweet burn
  • Marinette: btw that flying guy just shot you with an arrow
  • Alya: yeah that's where the sweet burn came from
  • Alya: and now I'm suddenly tempted to go confront Nino in a rap battle
  • Marinette: YES DO IT
  • Marinette: ok Tikki let's kick that flying guy's butt
  • Dislocoeur: hey it's Ladybug!
  • Marinette: no not yet
  • Dislocoeur: oops sorry
  • Marinette: Tikki, spots on!
  • Dislocoeur: there we go!
  • Ladybug: welp running away now
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Chat Noir: hey Ladybug I've got a confession to make
  • Ladybug: look I already know you love me ok?
  • Ladybug: please don't endanger us by confessing what's already incredibly obvious when there's a supervillain trying to shoot us
  • Dislocoeur: *shoots Chat Noir*
  • Ladybug: that one's on him
  • Dislocoeur: yeah kinda
  • Chat Noir: now imma kill you
  • Ladybug: why
  • Chat Noir: because hate always wins
  • Ladybug: citation needed
  • Chat Noir: citation: the US election
  • Ladybug: ok fair point
  • Chat Noir: you just accepted anecdotal evidence as proof of a general claim
  • Ladybug: oops you're right
  • Chat Noir: now prepare to die
  • Dislocoeur: *tracks down Chloé*
  • Chloé: wow and here I thought you couldn't get any more ridiculous
  • Dislocoeur: imma shoot you now
  • Chloé: and give me the ability to make even sweeter burns than usual?
  • Dislocoeur: wait nvm that's a terrible idea
  • Chloé: wow even as a villain you can't succeed in anything
  • Dislocoeur: hey Hawkmoth can you Tier 2 akumatize me?
  • Hawkmoth: sorry buddy you're on your own
  • Ladybug: I gotta figure out how to dehateify Chat Noir!
  • Brain ghost Ms. Bustier: the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess
  • Brain ghost Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ladybug: disclaimer—the following kiss is intended solely as a means of counteracting Dislocoeur's akuma-granted ability, and should not be interpreted in any romantic or otherwise non-platonic context
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *do the smoochy thing*
  • Rose: YES THIS IS PERFECT
  • Chat Noir: I don't remember any of that
  • Ladybug: good now end that f**ker
  • Chat Noir: *ends that f**ker*
  • Ladybug: well I guess we're done here
  • ROLL CREDITS
  • Missy: Oh, don’t be disgusting, we’re Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.
  • also Missy: I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you...He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.
  • also Missy: *makes out with Doctor against wall*
  • also Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
  • the Doctor: Two hearts.
  • also Missy: And both of them yours.
  • also Missy: Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. You know, I should shoot you in a jealous rage, now wouldn't that be sexy?
  • also Missy: Stop shouting, love....
  • also Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need?...To know that you're just like me!
  • also Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every war, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome.
  • also Missy: We can, we can go together [to Gallifrey], just you and me. Just like the old days.
  • Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons.
  • also Missy: If you like.
  • Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?
  • also Missy: Since always....
  • also Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
  • also Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. Nobody is safe now.
  • also Missy: The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter....
  • also Missy: *travels through a Dalek infested sewer and city in heels while keeping his pet safe* No. No, no, no, no. Doctor, what have you done? *runs towards danger to save the Doctor from his own stupidity*
  • also Missy: *laughs at the Doctor's sarcastic comeback like a schoolgirl with a massive crush*
  • also Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend...Everyone's a bit of both, everyone's a hybrid.
  • also Missy: Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live...I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good...I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope, without witness, without reward, I am your friend.
  • the Doctor: Of course she's not dead, she's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
  • also Missy: *stays in Vault for decades even though she could escape at any time*
  • also Missy: C'est super. So, what have you got so far? *drapes herself across piano whilst encouraging the Doctor to puzzle out how to defeat the monks*
  • also Missy: *cries* ...You didn't tell me about this bit.
  • the Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
  • also Missy: Okay.
  • also Missy: *peers shyly around console rotor*
  • also Missy: Sure, that's fine...But Doctor, please tell me, really. Are you alright?
  • also Missy: *cries* I don't even know why I'm crying. Why, why do I keep doing that now?
  • the Doctor: I don't know. Maybe you're trying to impress me.
  • also Missy: Yes. Probably some devious plan, that sounds about right.
  • the Doctor: Well the alternative would be much worse.
  • also Missy: Really?
  • the Doctor: The alternative is that this is for real and it's time for us to become friends again.
  • also Missy: Do you think so? *Takes step forward. The Doctor steps back, then tentatively takes Missy's hands in his own. Missy gasps in surprise.*
  • the Doctor: I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist. *Lets go of Missy's hands and walks away.*

saiikavon  asked:

If you're down, I always love supportive cuddles, with klance would be nice.

Yeah man. Some klance cuddles coming right up.


“Keith?” Lance gently knocks on Keith’s door and waits for a response. When he hears none, he tentatively pushes the door aside and peers inside. The room looks gloomy, only a lamp light is turned on, and only the very top of Keith’s head is visible from within his cocoon of blankets. Lance tries again.

“Keith?” He pads into the room. The cocoon on the bed shudders. Pale fingers emerge and pull down a corner to reveal Keith’s glassy eyes looking over his shoulder. His hair is a fright and his nose is rubbed raw. Lance finds it strangely endearing. 

“Aw, baby.” He croons. He walks to Keith’s side, taking care not to spill the contents of the steaming bowl he holds, and sits next to the sick lump that is his boyfriend. He rubs what he thinks is Keith’s shoulder in a soothing motion.

“How are you doing?” He asks. Keith gives a noncommittal croak in response. He begins to turn over and unwrap himself from his blankets. Lance is alarmed at the wave of heat that hits him. He leans forward with concern.

“Aw babe…” His hand caresses Keith’s searing face. He’s been around sick children enough times to know a fever when he feels it. His forehead wrinkles with worry as his big brother persona takes over.

“Here, sit up.” He takes Keith’s hand and pulls his limp body into a seated position. When Lance is sure that he won’t immediately fall backwards again, he places the hot bowl of food in keith’s lap. It steams and smells like butter and sugar.

“You need to eat this. It should help settle your stomach and give you more energy.”

Keith winces. 

“I don’t…” His voice is small and hoarse. Lance takes his face in his hands.

“I know, babe, I know. But try for me…” He gives an encouraging smile. “Please?”

Keith sighs and nods. Lance smile is bright as he leans forward and kisses his searing forehead. 

“Thank you. Now wait here a sec.” Lance rushes out of the room.

Keith is left to ponder the pale, beige mush left in his lap. He stirs it with the spoon Lance has provided and tries to figure out what it is. Oats and rice don’t exist in space, but it looks like this is a good imitation. He takes a spoonful, braces himself, and takes a tentative bite.

It’s soft and bland… but in a pleasing way. There’s a bit of salty, butteriness that makes it more palatable, and it helps to dispel the bad taste that had been hovering in Keith’s mouth for hours. His stomach gives a faint rumble and he digs in. He’s thankful that his nausea seems to be subsiding.

“Is it ok?” Lance returns with a large glass of ice water and a damp wash cloth. Keith greedily takes the glass and downs almost all of it. Lance laughs when he almost immediately goes back to eating.

“Mmmm” Keith closes his eyes and hums in appreciation. 

“’s really good.” He weakly smiles. “Did you make this?”

“Well Hunk helped. Here…” Lance takes Keith’s chin in his fingertips and gently tips it upwards. He starts to wipe Keith’s face with the cool cloth, and leaves it on his forehead for a moment. Keith leans into his touch.

“My mum used to make me rice porridge when I was sick and it always made me feel better. Hunk helped me try to recreate it. I think it came out ok, considering we don’t have any… you know… rice.” Lance chuckles. Keith’s exhales a laugh. It’s the most expressive he’s been in days.

“You did well.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Lance lets Keith get back to eating his porridge. When he finishes it all, he leans forward and kisses him next to his mouth.

“Don’t. You’ll get sick.” Keith warns.

“My immune system is made of steel.” Lance dares to kiss Keith on the lips quickly. He smirks as he takes Keith’s bowl and begins to stand.

“Wait,” Keith meekly grabs the hem of his jacket. “Where are you going?”

Confusion flickers across Lance’s face, before his expression melts into an understanding smile.

“You’ve gotta get some more rest. I don’t wanna keep you up.”

Keith pouts.

“You won’t. Please stay for a bit.”

“And do what?”

“Just…” Keith closes his eyes. With a sigh, he leans back in his bed and pulls his blankets up to his chin.

“Just hold me?” He looks up with pleading eyes. Lance’s chest clenches. He sets the empty bowl down and slides next to Keith without hesitation. Keith turns on his side, so Lance has an easier time wrapping his arms around his smaller frame. 

“Of course, babe. Of course.” Lance breathes. “I’ll stay as long as you want.” He squeezes Keith’s middle, who sighs and relaxes further into the mattress.

“Thanks.” He sighs. “I’m sorry I’m so needy.” He laughs, and it makes him cough. Lance reaches up to pet his hair.

“Don’t be, don’t be.” He kisses his shoulder. “Now get some rest so you can get better. I’ve missed training with you.”

Keith smiles into his pillow.

“Me too.” 

With his belly full and wrapped in his boyfriend’s embrace, sleep comes easy for Keith. 

anonymous asked:

So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ? For Tsuna and Reborn please

“So uh. I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?” Tsuna trails off as he huddles in his cocoon of blankets, preparing to go to bed. 

Reborn scoffs. “Your cow brat destroyed my bed, so I’ll be sleeping with you. And I happen to sleep naked. Budge over, Dame-Tsuna.”

Tsuna doesn’t move though. “Maybe I don’t want you in my bed.”

Reborn arches an eyebrow and looks distinctly unimpressed. Tsuna meets his eyes and says nothing.

This is part of their game. Ever since Reborn’s body caught up to where he was before the curse, its been becoming increasingly hard to ignore the weight of his gaze, the way his hands seem to linger just a hair longer than before whenever he touches Tsuna. He’s still Reborn, but the boundaries between them are being subtly prodded into changing once more. This time, in ways Tsuna has no experience in, and has no clue on how to deal with.

So perhaps it says something about the amount of time he’s spent with Reborn that his default idea is playing hard to get. 

“Why not?” Reborn asks, putting a hand on his hip (and nope, Tsuna’s not going to be lured into looking below the chest at all). “You should be honored to have someone like me grace you with my presence. You certainly never seemed to mind when I was small.

“Yes well,” Tsuna points out dryly. “There’s a world of difference between sharing a bed with you as a baby when I was thirteen, and sharing one with you as a grown man now when I’m twenty two.”

Reborn’s gaze darkens, and he looks very much the part of the predator as he tilts his head slightly and utters and quiet “Oh?”

Tsuna has to remind himself to breath after a second, and after swallowing down enough saliva to wet his suddenly very dry mouth, continues. “Well yes. For one, you didn’t hog nearly as many blankets as you probably will now back then. And I refuse to sleep with a blanket hog. So shoo!” And he rolls over, sticking his head under his pillow and praying to whatever gods are available that Reborn takes the hint.

No such luck. A second later the pillow over his head is thrown aside, and Reborn grins down at him, wicked. “Well then, we should snuggle, so we don’t hog blankets, hm?”

Oh no, Tsuna thinks, and a second later he sighs as his blankets are whipped off him, and a warm body wraps itself around him in their stead. The blankets are returned, but the pillow remains gone, a prisoner to Reborn. “There we go,” the man says smugly. “Now isn’t that better?”

Tsuna kind of wants to die a little. While there’s nothing necessarily sexual going on right now, this is rather intimate. Tsuna has very little idea how to deal with intimate as far as Reborn’s concerned. His Guardians? Sure, put him in a snuggle pile with his Guardians any day of the week. Reborn? Not so much.

“Sure,” he says, and turns his back to Reborn, hoping the man will take the clue. He’s used up all his defiance for tonight, and the idea of pushing his luck further results in mental images of Reborn yanking his chain while he blushes and stutters and tries to make himself melt into the floor. “Now go to sleep.”

Except. Except.

Reborn presses himself up against Tsuna’s back, tangling their legs and hooking his chin over Tsuna’s shoulder, arms wrapping themselves around Tsuna’s sides. “Alright,” he purrs. “Goodnight, Tsunayoshi.”

Tsuna says nothing. Reborn drops off after a few moments, but Tsuna doesn’t dare to move. He stays awake until almost two in the morning, when he’s simply too exhausted to stay awake panicking. 

The first thing he hears upon waking is the sound of soft humming. There are fingers, gentle and warm, stroking the back of his neck. Tsuna mumbles nonsense into his pillow, snuggling closer to whichever one of his Guardians has snuck into his bed again. Surely a few more minutes of sleep won’t hurt. It’s Sunday. There’s barely anything to do on Sundays.

The fingers dig into a muscle on his shoulder, and Tsuna positively purrs and arches up into the hand, stretching. Soft laughter meets his actions. “Look at you, all affectionate. After how cruel you were to me last night, I was certain I’d wake up alone.” The fingers dig again, and Tsuna drifts between being almost asleep and almost awake, unsure which way to go. “I should have known you’d be a snuggler.”

“G’t sleep,” Tsuna says to whoever they are. He’s too tired to put a face to the voice, but he knows they’re familiar, and that’s enough for him. “S’nday.”

“So it is.” The body presses closer, and Tsuna rolls over and happily presses closer, letting his own arms wrap around the warm torso, nuzzling into their bare chest. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man, Tsunayoshi, or you’d likely be getting a different kind of wake up call right now.”

Tsuna falls back asleep before whoever the person is can make good on whatever threat they’re making, or whatever the heck they’re talking about. The next time he wakes up he’s alone, and feeling much more rested. He scrubs the sleep from his eyes, takes a warm shower, and then goes downstairs for breakfast. 

“Sleep well?” Reborn asks as he sits down. “I didn’t hog too many blankets, did I?” he snickers at the look on Tsuna’s face.

“Demon,” Tsuna mutters. “Horrible, horrible demon.”

“Now now, let’s not go using such nasty names so early in the morning. You were so sweet to me earlier - let’s go back to that.”

Sweet? Tsuna frowns, wondering what Reborn’s talking abo–

Oh. Oh wait, he…. there was someone in bed with him this morning, wasn’t there?

“You bastard,” he whispers, heat flooding his cheeks as he remembers. Oh dear lord. Reborn’s smirk only makes it that much worse. “You say anything, and I swear I’ll put you in a grave, Reborn!”

“Say anything about what?” Reborn gives his most innocent look. “I didn’t see anything. Certainly didn’t hear anything. What were we talking about again?”

Tsuna isn’t buying it for a second. “One word.”

Reborn just smiles his sunny I’m going to blackmail you so hard smile, and drinks his coffee. 

anonymous asked:

"You're always number one" marichat if you're still doing prompts please

“You’re always number one,” Chat Noir insisted, taking a large bite out of a croissant. “Case in point.”

“I’m number one because I feed you?” Marinette raised an eyebrow.

“That’s only one of the reasons.”

“I don’t think your scale of rating the citizens of Paris is very legitimate.”

“How so?”

Marinette leaned back in her lounger. “You aren’t taking into account police officers, emergency personnel, heck, even Ladybug is just like any other citizen when she’s not being Ladybug…probably.”

Chat Noir pouted. “Why can’t you just let me tell you you’re the number one  best citizen?”

“I would just like to know the reasoning.”

“We’ve already covered the excellence in food part.” Chat Noir held up his third croissant of the night. “You also have exquisite taste in favorite superheroes.” He winked at her.

“Ladybug is pretty great.”

Chat Noir stuck out his tongue but continued on. “You’re smart. You’re cute. You’re funny. You’re kind. You’re gorgeous. You should go on a date with me. You’re brave. You’re loyal–”

“Back up, what’d you say?” Marinette sat up on the lounger.

Chat Noir cleared his throat. “I said you’re loyal.”

“Before that.”

“Brave, I think.”

“Chat.”

“Marinette.”

“Did you ask me out on a date?”

Chat Noir suddenly became very interested in the potted mint hanging from the railing. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“If you would say yes, then I definitely asked you on a date. If you are going to say no, I was actually asking for another plate…for my croissants.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yep.”

“You haven’t even proven that I’m the number one best citizen yet though.” Marinette teased.

“You’re my number one,” Chat Noir smiled at her. “Like, by a long shot, you’re my number one.”

Marinette felt her cheeks warm. “Oh.”

Chat Noir scuffed his boot against the balcony floor shyly. 

“So where are you going to take me on our date?” Marinette asked.

Originally posted by miraculousgifsbug

Hope you enjoyed it, anon :) Thanks for the prompt!

If you would like me to write a short ML drabble, send me a prompt from this list and a pairing and I will get to it when I can. :) I don’t mind doing the same prompt for different pairings but I won’t duplicate the same prompts/pairings.

anonymous asked:

Ahh~! I loved your little angsty drabble!! :D Could I request some jealous Rick? Maybe how guys keep hitting on his girlfriend & he gets jealous and pouty but you make it clear to him that you're his and only his? Just an idea, I'm fine with any jealous Rick idea you got ;)

Okay so this wasn’t exactly like your idea but it was in the general ballpark. Trying to break out of this writer’s block is hard as hell so I hope you like this! I’m so, so sorry it took so long ;;


Jealousy, an emotion you felt on more than one occasion. You hated feeling that way and you knew it was stupid. More times than not you’ve felt jealousy flow through your body when it came to Rick going out on his adventures with Morty. You knew they often went out together and sometimes it was days before they ever returned. You figured the jealousy you felt was because of all the time Rick and his grandson spent together. You wish you could spend a lot of time with Rick.

Today was no different as you sat on the couch, arm propped up on the arm as you rested your head against your hand. The tv was on but you were paying it no mind at all, you sort of just drifted off into your own thoughts as you stared at the tv stand. That was until Summer plopped down on the couch beside you, jolting you from your thoughts. You looked over to see her, of course, on her phone as usual.

“Why are you looking so sad?” Summer asked as she locked her phone and set it down beside her on the armrest of the couch.

“Huh? Oh, no reason..” You mumbled out softly as you extended your leg to very gently kick at the leg of the coffee table.

“Uh huh. It wouldn’t have anything to do with my grandpa, would it? You always seem so down when he and Morty are out.” Summer smirked a little.

It was no secret to the kids that you and Rick were dating. Beth and Jerry, on the other hand, were none the wiser and just considered you as a good family friend. It was actually rather amusing to you that even Rick doesn’t know that the kids found out about your relationship. You could easily play this off as boredom if it was Beth or Jerry but Summer was anything but stupid and could always read you like a book.

you puffed out your cheek in mild annoyance before sighing and looking over at her. “We aren’t spending a lot of time together these days and I’ll admit I’m starting to feel a little jealous that Morty gets to go out on all these adventures with him when I can hardly get a simple hello from him. It’s like I’m not even here anymore. It’s a chore to get his attention..”

It pained you to say it out loud but it was true. It felt like Rick was slowly slipping away from you. It was getting harder and harder to gain his attention in you. You felt as if he had become bored with you and that feeling always left a bad taste in your mouth and a huge lump in your throat.

“Well then let’s make him pay attention.” Summer grinned mischievously and you raised an eyebrow at her and tilted your head.

In that moment there was rustling and noise coming from the garage and Summer stood up, nodding her head for you to follow. You got up and followed her into the kitchen where the door to the garage was slightly ajar.

“So you gonna come with me to this party? Please, please come with me. There will be some older guys there. You might find a date~” Summer beamed happily and loudly enough for her voice to travel into the garage.

Morty opened the garage door more to step into the kitchen, he walked past you both with an exhausted ‘hello’ before trailing upstairs and who was following him into said kitchen? Rick. He walked right past you and Summer and opened the fridge to grab a beer and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He didn’t bother saying hello. He just leaned against the counter top and drank his stupid can of beer.

“So you’re going to come with me tonight right? you could find the guy of your dreams!” Summer smiled widely and Rick side glanced at the two.

you scratched the nape of your neck before sighing. You weren’t sure what Summer’s end game was but you decided to play along anyways. “S-Sure. I’ll go with you. I don’t have any plans anyway.” You smiled sweetly and you could hear Rick scoff from behind you.

“So you’re going out to a..a…a teeny boppers party? You, you ever think Summer might be you know.. UUUGH using you to gain popularity?” Rick growled from the counter and you wanted to grin but you decided to look at him and give him the coldest expression that you could muster.

“She isn’t as heartless as you.” You said giving Rick a small wink before walking away.

“Party’s at 7!” Summer called out to you.

Seven O'clock rolled around and you decided to go with a nice casual look but still enough to show a little skin. It wasn’t your intention of going to the party to hook up with someone. You and Summer knew all too well that Rick would take the bait and follow you both in secret. You knocked on the Smith/Sanchez door and Jerry opened up the door.

“Ah, nice to see you. You here to pick up Summer?” Jerry asked as he sidestepped, letting you walk into the house.

“Yup!” you smiled happily as you seen Rick look back from where he was sitting on the couch. He let out a rather annoyed sigh and your stomach filled with butterflies. Summer’s plan was already working and you haven’t even left yet!

“We’ll be back around 1~” Summer Chimed happily and Jerry started to look rather concerned.

“That’s a little late.” He looked between the both of you.

“Don’t worry dad, I’m not going to be alone.” Summer walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder before walking out the door, you soon following after as you said goodbye to Jerry and Rick. Even though Rick hardly responded at all.

Closer to the end of the night you were sitting on someone else’s couch, drink in hand although you hardly touched it. It seemed as if Summer’s plan backfired. There were 0 signs of Rick anywhere. Maybe he really didn’t care? Was this how it’s going to be from now on? The thought made your stomach turn a little bit.

You were ripped out of your thoughts when you felt an arm sling around your shoulder, your attention snapped to the person who was invading your bubble to see a drunken male wobbling in his seat, clearly extremely drunk. Summer was right there were older guys here, just not the one you wanted to be here.

“Could you take your arm off me please..” you mumbled lowly.
“Why? What’s the big deal? You’re very pretty.” He smiled.

He seemed pretty harmless. He wasn’t holding you tightly or anything, he was just one of those over happy drunks and it wasn’t in you to be very mean to people so you accepted the compliment with a small smile and a “thank you.”

The male had stayed like that for awhile as you both talked. to be honest, you had forgotten his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. You guess a part of you just wanted to feel close to someone, even if it was a complete drunken stranger. You both talked about a lot of different things like how you knew Summer, how old you were, and why you were here without a date.

You don’t know why but you told the drunken male about your relationship with Rick, without using his name of course. You didn’t want to embarrass Summer. You stressed your feelings and that’s when the male leaned in further towards you, he pressed his lips against yours and you immediately jerked back.

“Whoa..” you raised your hands up so that they came in between you and the male.

“What’s the problem. your boyfriend seems like such an ass-HEY!” The drunken guy slurred as he was yanked up from his seat.

You looked up and to your horror stood Rick. Rick was gripping the other males arm so tightly you thought that a small simple twist would break the poor guy’s arm. Rick looked pissed beyond all belief.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Rick growled as he glared at the drunken male.

“Just- Just having some fun old man. No, No harm.” The guy sputtered but wenced out when Rick twisted the guy’s arm.

“If, If, If I were you I’d seriously consider finding someone else because this one here is mine.” Rick huffed and you felt heat rush to your face when you heard him call you his.

Rick let go of the guy and the drunken guy stumbled away holding his arm tightly. There were a few eyes on you but you didn’t care. the only ones that mattered were Rick’s. you had to admit, seeing him become defensive over you made you want to leap off the couch and kiss him but you knew better.

“And you. What the- what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Rick glared down at you and you felt as if you had sunk into the couch a little more. You didn’t want to cause any more of a scene. Rick, of course, sensed this and grabbed your hand tightly, yanking you up before going outside.

Once you were outside Rick pulled you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You were a little confused at the sudden action.
“Look. I know I haven’t been that great lately- Been busy a lot but don’t ever do that again… I was here from start to finish you know.” Rick said softly, his hold tightening a little bit. “When I saw you with that guy it made me so pissed off, I wanted to punch that asshole in the face. I don’t want anyone else to touch you like that-I don’t give a crap if it was innocent or not. You’re with me and me only. I don’t like to share” He growled as he thought about the memory and that’s when you finally hugged him back. He did care and that made you happy.