sighs they are so dumb you are so dumb

Study Break (Peter Parker x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! After an extremely long week, long nights, binge watching Revenge, here’s the Peter x Reader fic I’ve been working on. I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary: You and Peter are helping each other study for a history test when he tells you something important.

Other Characters: Aunt May

Warnings: Fluff :)

Word Count: 637

Originally posted by spiderholland

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(40) (End) Ignis' pick-up poem.

Even though it is not a new realization, Ignis Scientia is aware he may be a bit too uptight and rather cold as a boyfriend to Gladiolus Amicitia.

His feelings are all true, yet he is aware he may not show it as much as he could or should. While Gladiolus does not mind and understands that’s just his way of being, Ignis has not yet stopped thinking about Gladiolus’ sweet poem, and feels a bit in debt: Gladio, in his strange, sometimes childish but always sincere and honest way, loves and appreciates him, and Ignis feels he hasn’t shown himself thankful enough.

Grateful for all those 69 attempts of flirting (…or at least some of them) and a poem, and those wonderful 5 years of relationship so far, and wanting to do something special for Gladio, Ignis has been drabbling down poem ideas in secret.

Decided to have an ultimate weapon after 39 attempts of a pick-up line, having cleaned the poem and memorized it, Ignis has come to be prepared, and awaits for an appropiate moment.

Today the hunter’s being hunted.

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Things I care about:

  • This
  • Nothing else
  • Just watch it ok
Auston Matthews #3 - Tall

Anon asked: since youre also a certified tall person, can you write one abt being tall (like around 6 ft)? matthews preferably. Thank you so much and i love your stuff!!!!

So I guess just a disclaimer of sorts - I do not know the heights of any of the Maple Leafs SOs, for the purpose of this story I am just imagining they are all around 5′7″ or below so there is an apparent height difference. The general plot of this imagine was taken from an personal event in which I was the only girl in a photo in the line of boys. I have gotten much more chill about my height as I have gotten older. Anon I hope you enjoy this! 

Growing up you had always been the tallest in your class, that included out of the boys. It wasn’t so much of an issue when you were in elementary school, it was actually beneficial in some aspects. You were picked first often when everyone was playing sports because your longer legs made you faster than the others. Middle school was a rough patch because that was the time when boys and girls were starting to like each other and no boy liked being the short one in the relationship. High school is when it started to even out again; boys hit their growth spurts and you were no longer the tallest. You learned to use your height to your advantage and when playing sports, it made you almost unbeatable.  

Your boyfriend Auston had three inches on you, so on a normal day all was right in the world. It wasn’t until after he was drafted and invited to yet another fancy charity gala that your insecurities made a reappearance. He needed a new suit and you needed a new dress so to make the whole shopping process more bearable you decided to go together. You tried on dress after dress and none of them sat right on your frame. Either the waist rode too high or the skirt wasn’t long enough and soon you grew frustrated.

The one you were wearing was shorter than you would have even thought to try on but Auston had picked it out so you tried it on anyway. It was supposed to hit just above your knee but instead stopped mid-thigh. There was no way you could sit in this dress without it riding all the way up your leg. You emerged from the dressing room to be met with wolf whistles from your boyfriend.

“Auston I can’t so much as turn without feeling like everything is going to be on display.”
“Well I like it,” he said a little too quickly.

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Talk to Me [2]

part 1

Featuring: Yoongi, You

Warnings: slight dd/lg themes

Written by: Admin V

He never would have imagined you would like him. You never would have imagined he would like you. And yet somehow, he became Daddy, and you became his most beautiful, most precious Babygirl.

Originally posted by notjustaphase

Yoongi doesn’t hate grocery shopping.

He just “highly dislikes” it.

It’s Sunday and he’s at the supermarket, pushing his cart along amidst the rest of the various other shoppers. In front of him the fruit and vegetable displays are a hodge-podge of colors, but Yoongi can’t help but feel absolutely nothing.

All he’s thinking about is you.

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This Was Suppose To Be Easy

Prompt: Ooh… I just want tythan struggling to assemble Ikea furniture Thanks for the prompt anon!!







Tyler sighed in relief.

“It just fell out of place.” Ethan blushed.

“Need a hammer or screwdriver?”

“Uhhh screwdriver.”

“You hold the piece in place, ok?”

“Yepppp! I can do that.”

Tyler laughed.

Soon they had finished putting together all the dining chairs.

“Now, how do we open this.” Ethan asked, looking at the upside down box that held the pieces for a dining table.

“We flip it over.”

“Do you not see the ‘HEAVY’ label on the box?!”

“It can’t be /that/ heavy.”

“Alright big boi, then you try flipping it over.”

“I will.” Tyler said before doing it with ease.

“Show off.” Ethan mumbled.

Tyler laughed.
“Do you have the box cutter?”

“Uh no. I’ll go get it.” Ethan scrambled to his feet.



Tyler grabbed Ethan by his legs and pulled him into his lap.

“I told you no running!” Tyler chuckled.

“No you said no running with a knife. I wasn’t.” Ethan grinned.

“Yes you were.” Tyler chuckled before tickling Ethan.



Ethan couldn’t reply, he was laughing too much.

~small time skip~

“I’m use to sets coming with extra screws. But extra table tops? That’s just weird.”

“Have you ever even put a table together before?”

“As a matter of fact I have.” Ethan grinned proudly.

“Then how do we put this together?”

“Uhhhmm… You put the flat piece here,“ Ethan started singing to the tune of Hokey Pokey.
“And the small piece here. You put this piece here, and you screw it all in.”

“That doesn’t go in there, Ethan.”


Tyler chuckled at him. “Good try though.”

“Did we order the wrong table?”

“I don’t think so… the label on the box is correct…”

“So we’re just being fucking dumb.”

“Honestly we probably are.”

“Should we google it?”

“What would you even search?” Tyler chuckled.

“I don’t know! What to do with too many tabletops?!”

Tyler fell back laughing.

“What?! You have a better idea??”

“Why don’t we check the website?”

Ethan ran to find his laptop.

“Oh fuck. We’re fuckin dumb.” Ethan sighed.

“What is it?” Tyler looked over Ethan’s shoulder.

“We bought a table with extending leafs.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. We spent, how long trying to figure this out? A half an hour? Just for something as simple as this?!” Tyler let out a frustrated groan.

Ethan burst out in laughter.


“You’re yelling at a table!”

Tyler stared at him for a minute. Then he cracked a smile.

Then a chuckle.

Then a light laugh.

Then he was rolling on his back with laughter.

“Tyler. Tyler! You need to breathe! You can’t die on me now!! I need help with the table!!”

That just made Tyler laugh even harder.

~time skip~


Ethan burst into laughter.
“You’re holding it upside down, Tyler!”

Ethan was too busy laughing to realize that Tyler stood up.
Then suddenly Ethan was being held upside down by his ankles.


“Can you read it now?” Tyler grinned.

“Oh fuck off and put me down.” Ethan squirmed.

“Stop squirming or you’ll fall.”

“Yes let me fall to my death. The sweet release of death!”

“Why are you so over dramatic?”

“Because you love me.” Ethan grinned.

Tyler layed him down on his back and hovered over him. Ethan looked up at him. Tyler leaned down as Ethan leaned up.

“Hey! No fair! I was gonna kiss you!”

“Well too bad. I’m kissing you.” Tyler grinned before kissing him.

“Ok come on. We gotta finish this fucking table.”

“Sounds like a plan.”
The Promise of Paradise

By Skyler10

Summary: Rose is an art teacher missing her long-time boyfriend, PhD student John, while he is away on a research trip to Hawaii. Then she has the brilliant idea of surprising him after her summer break begins. Little does she know, he has a surprise of his own planned for her.

Notes: For @doctorroseprompts: reunions. Though do I really need an excuse to write pure fluffy beach/island fic? Not really. Getting an early start this year. ;) Also proposal fic because we can never have enough of those.

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Rain splattered onto the window sill next to Rose. She was safe and warm inside, but the grey skies matched the state of her heart. She felt a bit silly. She was a born Londoner. Dreary weather was in her blood, generations back. Even more so, she had always rolled her eyes at those girls who got so emotional over missing their boyfriends. It sounded so 13 to even think it. 

But here she was, cursing the time difference and counting down the days until his return as she clicked through photos of John’s most recent fishing trip in Hawaii. “Miss you! Love, Your Doctor,” he had signed off the email with her nickname for him. He had one more week of work, then two weeks of relaxation planned into the program’s schedule while others on his team finished their duties. Rose had asked (ok, maybe whined a bit. But only a bit!) if he could come back a tad early, but the team’s leaders wanted to minimize costs and simplify travel arrangements, and since it was all paid for by the university, John couldn’t really argue. He had to wait to travel home with the team.  

As much as it hurt her heart for him to be half a world away these last two months, she was so proud of him and happy for him that he had this opportunity. He was earning his doctorate, finishing up the last of a very prestigious research trip to the Mauna Kea observatories. It had a been great honor for him to be invited, and he was making vital connections for his career. Soon he really would be a “doctor,” and they would have a whole glorious summer together before they resumed teaching in the autumn.

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anonymous asked:

I just read your story and it's amazing!! 💗And I was just wondering if you could do a scene where Louis wants to be the big spoon for once? (Like a little ficlit?)

“Really?” Harry asks disbelievingly, one eyebrow raised. He leans back against the headboard, folding one of his arms behind his head just for the way Louis’ eyes dart to his biceps for a millisecond. “Really?”

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Title: The Bachelor

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: Where did my spontaneous love of Bo Horvat come from? One day it was just like, “Oh hey, wow, yeah… That boy looks so strong and nice and cuddly.” Feedback welcome! (On the story, or if you want to talk about Bo Horvat, that’s cool, too.) (Also, I will be positing a new imagine every weekday in April, so stayed tuned.)

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

You slammed the cupboard door shut much harder than necessary. Dropping the bowl on the counter, you scooped the remaining ice cream into it; tossing the empty container away. The heavy scoop clanging against the metal basin as you tossed it in the sink. Grabbing a spoon and the bowl of ice cream from the counter, you stalked into the living room, dropping onto the recliner. 

Bo, who was laying on the sofa looked over at you. “What, no ice cream for me?” he asked, innocently.

“No.” you said, staring at the television. 

“You’re not even gonna lay with me?” he frowned.

“No.” you said, coldly; pulling the blanket off the back of the chair, draping it over yourself.

“You know, I’d be able to keep you a lot warmer than that blanket.” he said, his lips dropping into a playful frown.

“God, Bo. Would you just turn the damn show on?” you huffed, shoveling a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. 

“Okay, okay.” he muttered in defeat, flipping the channel over to The Bachelor. 

Your phone buzzed from the pocket of your sweatpants. Digging it out, you pressed the home button, bringing the screen to life. You had a text from your best friend.

(Y/F/N): I can’t believe we’re not watching this together. Miss you!

You and (Y/F/N) had watched every season of The Bachelor since it started. You’d curl up on the sofa in her parent’s basement, critiquing which girls had the best fashion sense and which one would end up the guy in the end, sometimes taking bets on how long their relationships would last. It was a stupid show, but watching it with her was always a riot. Especially as you got older; it gave you a consistent time to see each other between homework, jobs, college, and everything else life would throw at you.

Now here you were, far away from your hometown. You had just graduated from college a few weeks ago and finally made the move to live with your boyfriend, Bo. You loved Vancouver and were thrilled to see Bo more than just once or twice a season and during the summers; but you couldn’t help but get pangs of homesickness over the littlest things. You’d been looking for a job to keep you busy and learning how to actually live with Bo was an adjustment. Right now, life was overwhelming to say the least and you were, unfairly, taking it out on Bo.

You couldn’t even begin to focus on the show; the hour passing in a blur. The text from (Y/F/N) unleashing a new wave of homesickness. When the program ended Bo turned the TV off and looked over at you when you showed no signs of moving from the chair. “Coming to bed?” he asked.

“Soon.” you said, distractedly, your eyes focused on the empty bowl in your hands. Bo frowned slightly before turning and heading down the hall to your shared bedroom.

As soon as he was out of sight, you threw the blanket off of you and hurried into the kitchen, rinsing your bowl. You shut the water off, standing at the sink, swallowing the lump that was rising in your throat. Visions of your family and friends swam through your head, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t want to cry, fuck, you needed to calm down before going to bed. Bo had enough to worry about, he didn’t need to see you like this.

“(Y/N)?” Bo’s voice questioned softly; startled you spun around to face him, clutching your chest. He looked so soft and warm standing in the entryway. You blinked hard, tears spilling down your cheeks when you looked him in the eye. There was no point in trying to hold it back; sobs escaping your mouth. Bo, taking a few swift strides to cover the distance between you, wrapped his strong arms around your shuddering frame, pulling you into him. He held you close, rubbing your back comfortingly. He held you like that for a while, until your crying had quieted. “Baby, talk to me. I know you’ve been hiding something from me since you got here.” he said gently, his chin resting on top of your head.

You lifted your head off Bo’s chest, tilting your head to look up at him. Just seeing the worry in his eyes caused a fresh wave of tears to wash down your face; you leaned back in, clutching his shirt, as you continued crying on his chest. Bo took a deep breath before continuing. “If… if you don’t want to be here with me, you don’t have to stay.” he mumbled softly. “You’re not happy, (Y/N), I know you’re not. If you’d be happier somewhere else, or with someone else… I don’t want you to feel like you’re stuck here. I just want you to be happy.” he finished sadly. You were crushed, hearing Bo this sad was upsetting enough, but knowing you had caused it was heartbreaking; you should have told him from the beginning.

“No, no, no. Bo, God, I don’t want to be anywhere else. And I definitely don’t want to be with someone else.” you rushed out, pulling away from him slightly to look him in the eye. “I-I am happy.” you stuttered.

“The tears say otherwise.” he stated, frowning as he brought a thumb to your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“There are just a lot of things going through my mind right now.” you sighed, staring at the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I thought I could figure it out on my own, you have enough going on, and I didn’t want to bother you.” you admitted.

“(Y/N), you’re not a bother. Ever. You’ve always listened to me and I want to help you through whatever is going on; but I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” he said, searching your face. “Tell me.” he encouraged.

You pushed yourself up to sit on the kitchen counter, now eye level with Bo as he stood between your knees, his hands resting on your thighs.

“I haven’t found a job yet. I spent all that time and energy going through school and nothing is panning out.” you said shaking your head. “Am I not smart enough? I don’t want to rely on you for everything…” you said trailing off as you twirled the bracelet on your wrist.

“You are smart enough. I know it’s frustrating, but you haven’t been out here that long, you’ll find something you love. I know you want your independence, but I will gladly take care of you until find a job.” he said confidently. “What else?” he asked, as you shook your head. “I’m not letting you off this counter until you tell me everything.” he said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I guess, well, it’s been an adjustment actually living with you. Not in a bad way!” you clarified quickly. “It’s your apartment, I just don’t want to be in the way or step on your toes.”

“This is our apartment.” he emphasized. “You’re not in the way. I know I probably have some annoying habits and my interior decorating skills are pretty bad. But it’s our place and our life and you get to have a say in it.” he smiled. “You just have to talk to me, babe.” You nodded. “And?” he prompted.

“And?” you asked, surprised. “How do you know there’s something else?”

“Because I know you.” he answered simply.

You sighed, looking at your lap. “I’m just really homesick.” you admitted. “My friends, my family, my parents’ house.” you sighed. “Sorry, it’s so dumb.”

“It’s not dumb at all. Most guys left home when they went to junior, I was still so close to home. When I flew out here, I felt so lost. I didn’t know anyone in Vancouver, nothing was familiar.” he said, his hands sliding up your thighs and around your waist.

“Really?” you asked, meekly.

“Really.” he assured. “And anytime your friends or parents want to visit, they’re welcome here. Skype them every day if you want to. I know I’m not your ideal viewing partner for the Bachelor.” he grinned.

“Maybe not, but you’re my ideal partner for everything else.” you said, a smiling spreading across your face for the first time all night. “Thanks, babe. I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby.” he smiled, pressing a sweet kiss you your lips. “Just promise me that from now on you’ll talk to me when something’s bothering you.”


A Little Goes a Long Way (Part 2)

I… dislike this. Truth is I’ve been feeling down for a while now, and I’m not as excited about fanfiction as I once were. Which is why this might be a weird read in some parts. But, alas, it is here. Honestly, I don’t know if I would have done a better job had I waited for inspiration or whatever. Still, I hope you like it!

Requested by @bendingovervirginia

When Spencer woke up the next day, he was feeling much better. His throat was practically healed, his nose wasn’t as runny, and his body wasn’t so sore anymore. He took a sip of the water at his bedside table. It took him a few seconds to remember that that cup of water was only there because of (Y/N), who had been at his home to take care of him, but he didn’t remember much. Did she stay the night? His memories were fuzzy. That couldn’t be a good sign.  

He left his room looking for her, immediately seeing her still asleep on his couch. Spencer smiled, fighting the urge to remove a strand of hair that had fallen on her face. Seeing her like this, so worried about him, so concerned for his safety, it felt weird. Spencer knew she would always have his back, of course. They were FBI agents, their jobs were dangerous and they needed to trust each other on the field, and with their lifes, no less. 

But this, having her getting him soup and making sure he took his meds. That was pure bliss. Which is why he was having a hard time understanding why it was happening. While Spencer was making them some coffee, he wondered why the coworker who didn’t really seem to like him, the one who was nothing more than a colleague, was the one currently sleeping at his place, having spent the night to look after him. The dishes from the day before were washed, his house was neat. She must have done that. 

Why? Why was she there? As Spencer filled up two mugs with coffee, he pondered why the most reticent person in the team had been so worried about him to the point of coming to his home. He sat at the couch near her feet and waited.

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“I’m sorry…”

Happy belated birthday, @ka-zu-ya​! IMOUTO IS HELLA LATE BUT YEah ok I have no excuse

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a blurb where you joked about Harry in front of your friends and he gets mad at you because it's something he's insecure about?

Rating: PG ( i srsly need help with this)
Warnings: None really. Really casual.
Category: fluff comfort.
Word Count: 1,692
Request: yessss (so thank youuuu)

Note: Good lord why would he be insecure about anything? But then again, self-awareness and insecurity are two chips installed in the human brain. And he’s human.

04. Skinny Jeans.

Oi!” was the first thing you heard when the lads arrived. Niall bursting through the front door and heading straight to the kitchen, where you were currently munching on all of the snacks displayed on the counter.
“ Hi Nialler” you say as he swallows you in a hug, and you know that he’s downed at least 1 beer before he arrived.
“Yeh ‘re drinking with me tonight, eh?” He says still crushing you in his bear hug and you let out a laugh.
“Let ‘er breathe mate.” you hear Liam say as he comes inside to wave hello, followed by Louis, Nick (grimshaw), and all their respective couples.

After a lot of hugs and jokes and chattering around the kitchen counter, Harry comes downstairs and you all get ready for your usual camp-out in the backyard. You light up the small campfire while Harry brings out tables and sets the bowls of snacks on top. It was sort of a tradition to, every month or two, get together and have this semi-camp out at yours and Harry’s place, because you had the campfire and the pretty open space in your backyard that gave the feeling of actually camping in a clear in the woods. It was a night to tell stories, look back on memories and make new ones, to joke and poke fun at each other, and to make the friendship between all of you a lot tighter.

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thedragonfairy  asked:

I personally feel that #18 on the dabble list is the epitome of Lavi

(Oh I absolutely agree. So I’m going to write it.)

18 - “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Originally posted by nezumi-is-a-rathole

Lavi Bookman had a lot of stupid plans. You found this odd, considering he was one of the smartest guys you knew. Maybe- just maybe- all those blows to the head he had taken from Bookman had finally taken their toll on him and killed his brain cells off. At least none of these plans were life threatening. Just dumb. 

Lavi had just finished explaining this elaborate scheme of his that ended with Allen getting pranked. Honestly, he should have just chose a more direct plan of action but once he got his mind rolling, there was no stopping him. You sighed and rested your chin on your hands, looking at him though skeptically lidded eyes.

“How could someone so smart say something so dumb?” You thought aloud. Lavi gaped at you and threw a hand over his heart dramatically.

“Babe! You wound me with this betrayal!” He yelled. His free hand raised to his forehead as he acted like he was going to faint. 

“If you fall off this bench, I’m not helping you back up.” You helpfully informed him. Lavi pouted and crossed his arms.

“You are so cold, [Y/N]-chan. I almost mistook you for Yuu.” He whined. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I didn’t say I was going to kill you, just that you are wasting your talents. Not in those exact words, mind you, but they were intended.”

“So you aren’t going to help me dish out this amazing prank?”

You hummed thoughtfully, tapping your finger against the side of your chin, which was still resting in your hands. Of course, you already knew what your answer was going to be, but Lavi didn’t need to know that. You didn’t have anything against Allen, and you didn’t think he particularly deserved to be pranked, but you were bored and had nothing else to do.

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” You replied. You smirked and Lavi’s eyes lit up. He threw an arm around you and tugged you in close for a one-armed hug.

“Aw, babe, you’re the best!” He sang, kissing your cheek. 

“Yes, yes, I know, I’m awesome. Now let’s go prank this dude before I change my mind.”

How about the bachelors reaction to finding out the farmer got knocked out in the mines and still hasnt woken up in several days? (maybe have had an argument beforehand)

Imagine the bachelors’ reactions upon finding out the farmer ran out of health in the caves?

Sebastian: “You’re just like my mom!” He shouted at the farmer, fists clenched at his sides. “You don’t respect my work at all!”

“I’ve been nothing but supportive of you!” The farmer shouted back, angry but a bit hurt by his words.
“Then just show it! Show me you mean it!” He retorted, gesturing exasperatedly.

“I don’t have time for this,” the farmer muttered, baring their teeth in anger. They stormed out of the room, their pickaxe in hand, as they made their way up to the mines.

“You’re back again?” Harvey asked as Sebastian opened the door to the clinic, deep crescent moons hanging under his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replied warily. “Have they woken up yet?”

Harvey shook his head solemnly. “It’s only a matter of time, though, now that they’ve stabilized. I assume you want to see them?” Harvey asked as he opened the door to the back area of the clinic.

Sebastian nodded and followed as Harvey led him to the bed in the back right of the clinic that the farmer was sleeping in. They seemed pained in their rest but at least they were resting. They had been mortally wounded in the caves and Sebastian was still blaming himself for them leaving in the first place.

Harvey gave a sympathetic look at Sebastian then left to return to the counter.

Sebastian knelt at the farmer’s bedside and took their hand in his. “I’m really sorry,” he whispered, running his thumb over their fingers. “I know you support my work, I just wanted more attention for all the effort I’ve been putting into it. Please don’t ever get yourself hurt like this over me again.” The end of his sentence was dotted with a tearful sniff.

Elliott: “It’s not fair!” Elliott whined loudly at the farmer. He was having something of a temper tantrum. “I pour out my heart and soul out into my book for a year and a half and you bring in even more money than I’ve ever seen just watering plants!”

The farmer gasped in slight pain. “I don’t just water plants! I do so much more than that!” The farmer stooped over a chest and began rummaging through it, depositing all the items they didn’t need in it and taking out their sword. “If you can’t see that, then you obviously have no appreciation for how much work I really do!”

The farmer fumed as they stomped out of the room. They were going to use their anger as fuel to ruin some monsters lives.

Elliott had barely left the farmer’s side after he heard that the farmer had been almost blown to smithereens by their own bomb, they had been rushed to Harvey’s as soon as they were found but it had still been several days and they hadn’t made a full recovery. With no one to tend to the farm, Elliott had taken it upon himself to care for their many, many crops and animals. It was only fair, he figured, seeing as this whole thing was his fault.

His body had been on fire since the first day and he had to completely put his book on hold to recover from the effort he put into the farm on a daily basis.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you…” he sighed, running his fingers through his long hair, “I have an all new appreciation for all you do now. Please wake up soon so I can tell you about it.”

Harvey: “You know I’m right.” Harvey muttered through clenched teeth. He sounded almost threatening, looking up at the farmer above his glasses.

“I don’t care if you’re right,” the farmer crossed their arms over their chest. “I’m not having the treatment,” they leaned in close to Harvey and he could see the fire in their eyes, “and you can’t make me.”

Without another word, the farmer calmly walked out of the clinic. They showed no real signs of anger aside from their rigid shoulders. They needed to clear their head, immediately, and dispel some of their anger. They turned to the mines.

“This is all my own fault,” Harvey muttered, leaning his whole body on his hands pressed against the counter of the backroom of the clinic. He couldn’t bring himself to say he was sorry to the still sleeping farmer, he knew he was right deep down and that they needed the treatment for their own good. He ran his hand over his face in frustration and guilt, pushing his glasses down his nose.

He had administered every treatment possible he could to insure the farmer would wake up sooner and feel better, all but the one they had adamantly claimed to never want. Even now, he still couldn’t go against their wishes.

He turned over his shoulder and looked at the sleeping farmer. “I’m sorry I pressed so hard,” he said, just loud enough that they would definitely hear. “I just want you healthy.”

Sam: “Look,” the farmer sighed, “I really need to get some things done around the farm. The animals need me and the crops have been near death for at least a week now. I really need to get more money to take care of all this,” they gestured to the whole farm.

“But it’s my band’s first performance…” Sam said, looking thoroughly devastated. “You need to be there!” His pain turned to rage in almost an instant.

The farmer shook their head and approached him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Trust me, Sam, I want to be there more than anything.” They sighed again and looked away from Sam’s scorching eyes. “I just really need to do this, okay?”

“Whatever!” Sam exploded, slapping the farmer’s hand off his shoulder. “Talk to me when you’ve learned what it means to be supportive.” He called over his shoulder as he trudged away.

The farmer shook their head in dismay and brandished their pickaxe. They desperately needed the minerals yet to be discovered in the mines…

When Sam first heard that the farmer had been administered to the clinic, he laughed it off and assumed it was a prank. After finding out it, tragically, was not, he only felt a bit of guilt. His childish stubbornness wouldn’t let him feel much more about it. But the guilt began to chip away at him, day by day, until he just couldn’t take it anymore. He broke down and visited them in the clinic.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffled, “I’m so sorry… I should have understood.” he approached the farmer and sat at the foot of the bed they were laying in. “I should have given you some of the money we made from the concert to help you out, I shouldn’t have said those awful things. I shouldn’t have ever made you go out and get yourself hurt,” his voice grew thick with tears and he found he couldn’t swallow around the lump in his throat.

“Please wake up soon,” he finally choked out before completely crumbling.

Alex: “I just let you win.” Alex said aggressively, taking his arm back. He and the farmer had just finished arm wrestling for the fourth time that day.

“I don’t think so,” the farmer laughed, “I’ve beat you every time so far. Maybe I’ll be the one that makes it big in sports instead.” Immediately after the farmer said this and saw Alex’s expression morph to that of disgust and sorrow, and then to hatred, they knew they stepped on a very tender nerve.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that w–” they began, but Alex cut them off.

“Shut up!” He snapped, shoving himself away from the table they had been sitting up. “You don’t know anything about how good I am! You’ll never know how good I really am! You’re so much weaker than me, why don’t you just go back to your farm and pet your dumb animals!”

The farmer’s face twisted in pain. “My animals aren’t dumb…” they said quietly, then, with anger backing their words, “You’re dumb! You’re dumb for calling my animals dumb,” they stood from the table and balled their fists, “and you’re dumb for ever thinking you could make it big in sports!”

They stormed away, slamming their feet on the ground with every step they took, as they ignored the profanities Alex was shouting at them. I’ll show him who’s really strong, they thought to themselves as they ripped their sword from their backpack in a flurry.

“You’re dumb…” Alex echoed the words the farmer said to him in anger the days before as he stood over their sleeping form in the clinic. “You’re dumb for going in alone, and you’re dumb for almost getting yourself killed.” His words, unlike before, were gentle and uncalloused. He just wanted to see his farmer better.

He sighed, looking off at the wall their bed was pressed against. “You’re just so dumb…” he sighed again, bowing his head, “But so am I.” He turned back to them again and gently bit his lip. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry you got your own dumb butt hurt,” then, under his breath so nobody could hear but them, he muttered, “because of me.”

anonymous asked:

Omg I am DYING to know what info you have on Ellie! I dislike her almost as much as I dislike Alicia! She's so desperate it makes me cringe whenever I see one of her pathetic attention seeking posts. They're as bad as each other those two pieces of trash. Except Ellie has absolutely no concept of subtlety, its embarrassing. I agree with you though, a part of me does feel sorry for her, she's so dumb and oblivious

I can’t say yet, waiting on verification to post but trust me it’s good. And yes those 2 are both desperate needy attention hoes, but at least Alicia has a little more class then Eliie. Ellie *sigh* I have never seen someone that dumb. ‘Posing in lingerie for the first time, makes me feel so empowered!’ LMAO you run around in a barely-there bikini all the time what’s the difference?! Bet that was just because she noticed Alex had been liking a few female empowerment posts on instagram.

Originally posted by kehlani-updates