rachel's fault


Grand Prix Final Marseille 2016: A Story Pt. 1

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anonymous asked:

prompt: ginny/mike "if you start snoring i won't be responsible for what happens to you"

I got this prompt from 3 ppl for Bawson. Hope you enjoy. x

“If you start snoring, I won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

Ginny teases, gratified to see the slight twitch of Mike’s beard around his mouth, and the way his cheeks rise just a bit.

He looks far less ashen than when she opened the door to him thirty minutes prior. His hairline is still a bit damp, but his eyes no longer look bloodshot even as waves of exhaustion flow from his body.

“I can sleep on your couch, rook,” he replies in a rough voice.

Ginny shakes her head. “No, you can’t. I can barely lie down on that thing, so you definitely won’t be able to. Ev made sure that I purchased a couch I wouldn’t be able to camp out on.”

Mike grunts and moves his body further down Ginny’s bed. “I could sleep on the floor.”

“Why would you do that when I’m offering up a spot in my bed?” she asks before she can process how the question sounds.

Her cheeks tinge with pink as Mike’s eyes roam over her face.

“I suppose,” Mike begins. “You’re probably right. I’ve already made a number of poor decisions lately. Don’t think I’ll add another one to the list.”

Ginny’s fingers brush across the lines on his forehead. “This wasn’t your fault, Mike.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“Rachel cheating isn’t your fault.”

Mike closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I know that, but that’s not what I mean.”

Ginny settles on her side and scoots in close to him. She rests an elbow beside the pillow he lays on and props her chin in the palm of her hand to look down at him. “What do you mean?”

When Mike’s eyes lock with hers, her heart stutters in her chest.

“I got back together with Rachel because it was familiar, and easy, all the while I had these big, developing feelings for someone else that I didn’t know how to manage, and couldn’t have. And shouldn’t want. Because everything about her is special, and she deserves more than I can give her. And I don’t even know if I’m what she wants, and I wouldn’t blame her if I’m not. She deserves not to be ridiculed for getting involved with her aging captain who took too long to realize no one else on this planet makes him feel the way she does.”

Ginny takes a deep breath and rolls onto her back to stare up at the ceiling. The only sounds in the room for a long moment are of staggered breathing and the shift of limbs against the sheets.

Ginny gathers her courage and runs her hand down Mike’s arm until she reaches his hand. She laces their fingers together and the feeling of his relief is so strong it courses through her, too.

“I love you, Ginny,” Mike says softly. “And I don’t need you to say it back, and we don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want. I know you have rules and it’s not fair to maybe put you on the spot like this, but sometimes I’m a selfish son of a bitch, and I can’t help it. I need you to know that. I’m tired of running from that.”

Ginny waits for the feeling of panic to consume her. For the terrifying, overwhelming feeling of too much that she often experiences with Mike; so she’s surprised, elated at the warmth that spreads through her body at the assurance of his words. At the finality in what he says. He loves her.

She searches for the right thing to say. She loves him, but isn’t ready to say it at the moment. He must feel her searching for something because he tightens his grip on her hand and says, “It’s okay.”

“Thank you for letting me stay here tonight,” Mike continues as he shifts his broad body closer to her. “I hate everything about that house at the moment.”

Ginny turns her head and her voice gets caught in her throat at the look in his eyes. She nods and brings her free hand up to tug his beard which makes his cheeks plump and his eyes narrow when he smiles at her.

“You’re always welcome here,” Ginny replies though she wants to say so much more. Instead, she twists her body and tucks herself into his side, untangling their fingers so she can rest her hand over his heart. “You’re my best friend.”

She doesn’t know if it’ll be enough, if it’ll convey the depth of her feelings for him, but when the rough tips of his fingers slide across her cheek, she knows they’ll be okay.

“You’re mine, too, Ginny.”

And she knows he means that in every way.


It’s pretty late for our anniversary, but we also got together pretty late at night so I guess it all evens out. 

My darling Rachel, what even to say? Even though from the moment we got together I never doubted that we would be together forever. But somehow three real years is heavier than the concept of forever, held together by all our amazing memories, the love we share, our dreams for the future we build together every day. 

I read an article today about the moment people knew they were in love. I don’t think I ever told you mine, and to be fair, I was much later to the party that you were. Or maybe rather, it took me much longer to realize I was at the party. It was late winter, February I think, we had stayed up together so late and you told me if I had been with you, you would have kissed my face and held me close. It made my heart pound and my head rush, just the idea. 

I knew then I was in so so deep. Like I’d sleepwalked into love with you and had woken up, so far on the other side, but so glad to be there. I am so lucky to get to share that walk with you everyday. 

Loving you to the moon and back, for now, for always, forever. 

friendly reminder that I still love ben 10 and will be happy to talk about my weird specific AUs focused on it with anyone who’s curious about them


FAVORITE MOVIES: (500) Days Of Summer

Fact before you read: I actually love Rachel. I’m just making her a psycho bitch for now, but it gets better. I promise.

Seeing your best friend happy is amazing. Seeing two of your best friends happy is even better. Seeing your best friends happy together is the best feeling Annabeth could ever have. But, Annabeth can say that since Courtney Elizabeth Jackson was born, her two friends have not been happy together.

Annabeth sees her two friends often. They even made her the godmother of Courtney! But the thing is… Rachel won’t let Annabeth babysit. She’s asked on many occasions if she could watch Courtney so Rachel and Percy could go on a date, and each time was told no. Rachel won’t even let Sally, Courtney’s grandmother, watch her. Since having the baby, Percy and Annabeth have started to realize just how crazy Rachel is.

Percy works all these ridiculous hours at a warehouse. Annabeth knows he’s miserable. He wanted to go to school for marine biology. He had his whole future planned out, and it’s currently on hold because of Rachel. Annabeth will admit, it’s kind of her fault. Rachel Elizabeth Dare was Annabeth’s roommate in college freshman year. She introduced the two, and now… well, they’re here.

Rachel stays at home. She quit her job, dropped out of school, and then goes on to complain about being stuck at home with Courtney. Annabeth hates seeing it. She knows when Rachel posts about it that Percy gets upset. He’s doing all he can to support Rachel and Courtney. He doesn’t work at a job he hates for nothing. And, Annabeth has taken notice, that Rachel doesn’t seem to appreciate what he does for them.

Rachel’s parents have been letting them live at their house. Sally had been more than happy to let them live with her and Paul, but Rachel decided for them. She claimed it was because she couldn’t raise the baby without her parents. It’s so obvious how much Percy misses Sally. He’s only nineteen, he wasn’t exactly ready to move out. Especially to live with a girl he’s only been with one year. Annabeth was just as confused as Sally.

They decided it was how loyal he is.

Now, Annabeth is sitting at Starbucks, Percy sitting across from her. He looks tired. Stressed. Mad. It’s rare now that Annabeth gets to see just Percy. Rachel is usually glued to his side with Courtney. Annabeth sighs, reaching across the table and resting a hand on his arm. “What happened now?”

Percy groaned, pulling his arm away and running his hands down his face, “I had to lie to Rachel just to come meet you. She thinks I’m at work.” Annabeth frowned at that, “I’m going insane, ‘Beth. I told her that Grover is coming to town and wants to meet up. She flipped.”

Grover Underwood has been Percy’s best friend since he was five. Grover had welcomed Annabeth with open arms when they were twelve. The three had been inseparable up until college. He texted the both of them saying he wanted to meet up with them when he comes to town. They’re excited to be together again!

Annabeth rolled her eyes, “Why? She knows Grover is one of your closest friends.”

“Because, I told her I don’t want her there. I just want to take Courtney.”

Annabeth hummed, shaking her head. Not only will Rachel not let Sally or anyone watch Courtney, she won’t even let Percy. She won’t let the father of her baby take her. She says it’s because she breastfeeds, but Courtney is nine months old now and eating solid foods. She’s out of excuses but still refuses to let Percy take her.

Annabeth tapped her fingers against the table. “She can’t tell you no to taking your daughter. It’s not like you’re just going to take her and never come back.”

“I… would it make me a horrible person if I said I’ve thought about it?”

“Oh.. oh my Gods, no, Percy.” Annabeth moved her chair so she was mow sitting next to him. She reached over, pulling him in for a hug, “She’s horrible, Percy. Being with her is stressing you out. I don’t like it. Sally doesn’t like it.”

Percy closed his eyes at the sound of his moms name. He’s had this conversation with them both plenty of times to know how they feel. Sally had told him how toxic his relationship has become. How the way Rachel acts, or the things she says isn’t healthy. Courtney hasn’t gotten to see her other grandparents in weeks, and Percy hates it. He wants Sally and Paul to be in his daughters life. He knows they’re right, but…

“I love her, Annabeth.”

Annabeth took a deep breath. You see, Annabeth has had a crush on Percy since she was sixteen. She thought the feelings would go away once Courtney was born, but she was so wrong. If anything, she’s positive they’ve gotten stronger. She hates it.

“…I can’t just pack all mine and Court’s stuff up and leave. I’m not that kind of person, but..”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, “But?”

Percy stared down at the table, “We were talking about moving out. We found a house together that we had both liked, and now she’s telling me she hates it. She said that I can go, but her and Court would stay at her parents house.”


Percy shrugged. He looked so defeated. Percy Jackson is never supposed to look like that. What kind of person tells the person they “love” that they can move out? He’s doing everything to support them, and this is how she repays him?

Needless to say, Annabeth is mad.

“That’s not right. That’s not fair to you!”

“You think I don’t know that?” he let his hands fall to the table, “Do you think I don’t know that I could be - should be - with someone better? I love her. But, I love Courtney more. She doesn’t deserve a mother like that.”

Annabeth reached over, setting a hand on his shoulder. “Everything will turn out okay. Sit Rachel down and talk to her. Tell her everything you’re feeling. Tell her you want to spend time with Courtney. Without her. If she doesn’t understand that then… Screw her.”

Percy nodded, taking a deep breath. “You’re the best, you know?”

“I know. Now go have a talk with Rachel.”

Later that night there was a knock on Annabeth’s door. She pushed all her books to the side, and walked over to answer it.


There stood Percy Jackson with his daughter in his arms. His eyes were red like he had recently been crying.

“Is everything okay?”

“I left her.”

My actual first thoughts about Ben 23 when he was first introduced:

What I think of him now:




Stay seated Rachel while the boss bitch speaks
Fix your eye patch and go play hot wheels
Oh, wait, never mind, is that top speed?
I’m Cormier and I’m you now, enchantée.
You’re a bully, hater, psychopath, absolute zero
I warned you this was personal, more than bone marrow
I bet knowing I’m in charge hurts your ego
Just me in your office, sipping Mojitos
You thought to be invincible in your stride
My way to your chair was a joy ride
You have no skill, I don’t get your pride
Look at my PhD, it’s certified

Your presence inconvenient, your rhymes are irksome
You suffer from delusions, check your symptoms
There’s a lack of French elegance, your style is cheap
No wonder Cosima issued an upgrade
Frankly, your leadership is a nightmare
DYAD is now a girlfriend day care
I’m not just a few, I’m self aware
I genuinely doubt you could ever say the same
Your most important asset is your hair
And you look like your liver could use a repair

Let me be blunt
Unlike that pencil in your eye
You put up a front
But doesn’t worth a dime
You’re not even a person, just a toy
I’ve seen preschool kids be more coy
I’m a natural genius with expertise
I’m the host, you a nasty parasite
You don’t shake me Duncan, have no doubt
I’ll just light my cigarette and smoke you out

Relax doctor, I can see you’re fraught
Is there something wrong with that neat parking lot?
We know who’s a goner, I’m advancing the plot
For two months your body’s been left to rot
You couldn’t keep your girlfriend, you can’t keep your life
Catch me the next season, if you got your invite
Topside doesn’t need you, neither neolution
Spreading your legs is your only solution
You climbed the ladder on your back
Don’t wait for your master, Aldous is dead

[Delphine] YOU PETITE- *bitch slaps Rachel*
[Rachel] NO ONE LAYS HANDS ON ME!!!!!!



So baggvinshield decided to dig deeper into hell and think about if Bilbo and Thorin had had their first kiss on Ravenhill and then challenged me to make it sadder, so, you know, challenge accepted.

Bring up that image that you try to block out, of Thorin bleeding out and trying to use his strength to hold onto Bilbo and Bilbo trying to convince the both of them that Thorin is going to be okay. Thorin choking out around tears how sorry he was that he had lead Bilbo into such peril, had caused him such pain. Bilbo reassuring Thorin that No, he was glad to share in those perils, to be at his side.

Thorin pushing more of his fading strength into his arm to pull Bilbo forward and Bilbo letting himself be pushed closer. Their foreheads touching and Thorin letting out a broken, fading laugh at just that contact, that Bilbo’s eyes fill his vision. Then Bilbo leans the rest of the way forward and seals their lips together.

Bilbo tastes Thorin’s blood and his lips are worn and chapped and their noses are awkwardly bent. But Bilbo presses closer when he feels Thorin smile and Thorin’s hand tightens where it’s gripping Bilbo’s arm.

Then his hand drops, all strength gone, and Bilbo inhales the last lungful of hot air as it exits Thorin and he sits back and Thorin’s body has gone still and there are the shadows of the eagles passing overhead. Between one shadow and the next, Bilbo sees the light vanish from Thorin’s eyes. And he can still feel the rough texture of Thorin’s lips and he’s scared to breathe out because he’s holding Thorin’s last breath and letting it out would be confirmation that he’s gone.

When he finally does breathe again, it comes out as a whine of pain.