“i call upon the power of the pentagram. azazel, i summon thee. from within our realm, into this mystical confinement, i summon thee. you seek the mortal cup, we seek the return of our friend. for this exchange, i summon thee.”
22.04.2017 // Working in the final drafts of two final essays (almost done with one! – the shorter one, unfortunately) and finishing up a draft of my third (somehow I am only half way done but on page 42 😱). Still a month until the third one is due so I have lots if time and three weeks until the other two are due so I feel very happy to be almost done so early! 😎👍🏻
how boyfriend!Tom would be with different types of drunk y/n (the clumsy, the flirty, and the sleepy)
The Clumsy Drunk
he’s caught you from almost falling off the stool about four times
he learned from the first time he went out drinking with you that you are basically a floppy noodle and will trip on anything that comes within 12 inches of your feet
his hands will stay planted on your waist, functioning both as a safety net and your steering wheel
somehow when you’ve been drinking you also loose all sense of direction and as much as tom would love to have a new story to tell about you ending up in a storage closet instead of the loo, he does not want to have to help you unstick your heel from a mop bucket (again)
as much as he hates to admit it, his favorite part of the night is getting you into the car
when paps are around you try so hard to keep it together but always end up stumbling a little so his hands can’t stray from your waist
but when it’s around the back of the club, a much more private exit, he has to all but carry you there
it will start with the soft “oops” you let out as you trail behind him out the back door as you misstep and trip over your heels for the millionth time
he likes to walk a head of you because following the “oops” you let out the most pitiful, cutest whine
“tooooom. can you, like, help me?”
he chuckles as he turns around to see you hunched over, trying to regain your balance
“gimme your arm,” he will huff, trying to be annoyed but then you look up at him with wide, Bambi eyes and he can’t help but grin
he’ll pretty much haul you over his shoulder to the car door, dropping you into the backseat of the car, shutting the door, and going around to the other side to get in
except he can’t take a seat because you’ve flopped over across the seat, leaving no room for him so he’s forced to pull up your upper body and lay you across his lap
“you’re like a baby giraffe learning to walk.” he laughs. “and i love it.”
Well, then hopefully you have a friend who’s gonna tell you that life kicks you around sometimes.
It scares you and it beats you up, but there’s a day when you realize that you’re not just a survivor, you’re a warrior.
You’re tougher than anything it throws your way.
And you are, Peyton.
And so are you, Hales.
And so are you, Brooke.
Yes, friends, this au is 100% what you’re thinking. FLEXIBLE AF LANCE AND THIRSTY AF SHIRO
Starting with a bit of angst. Shiro is an ex marine (I will NEVER let go of this hc in my modern aus deal with it), who lost his hand (hand. not entire arm. just the hand) in battle. This au isn’t far in the future, so there are no fancy advanced prosthetics. The healing process was long and painful, not to mention extremely emotionally and mentally taxing.
Once he he’s actually healthy enough, both mentally and physically, to have enough energy for things other than treatment, the first thing he wants to do is to try and build more muscle mass, like he used to have. He liked being buff, and he still is, but less than he used to be. Both he and his therapist think it’ll be good for strengthening his positive body image, too.
Shiro asks his doctor (Allura) what form of exercise can she recommend at this stage, and she says Yoga. He’s skeptical at first, but what can he already lose if he goes to one session, right?
The hospital actually holds a class for patients, and Allura said the instructor is well experienced with amputees (amongst other conditions).
Shiro’s brain for the entire first minute upon meeting Lance: OH NO HE’S HOT THIS WAS A MISTAKE
No backing out tho he’s already been spotted and Lance is questioning him about his exact conditions so he can know best what he can safely instruct him to do and what he can’t.
Shiro’s brain continues to die the entire time, but he manages some answers anyway. Finally, Lance has enough, plus the rest of the group arrives and the session starts.
Lance tells them to close their eyes, but whenever Shiro does, he the only thing he has left to focus on is Lance’s voice (which is the point) and he gets super flustered because it’s so smooth? and pleasant? and kinda sexy?? and he can’t help but want that voice to whisper to him sensually and- NOPE, gotta open his eyes.
The rest of the class is a little harder, for two major reasons.
For once, the exercises are actually more demanding than he expected. He always thought he was pretty stretchy, but heavens, is a human body even supposed to bend this far?
Which brings us to the next difficulty. Lance’s body is more than capable of bending that far, and it’s driving him insane.
Despite how stressful it was trying not to stare at his ass too much and generally not turn into a tomato, the session was actually… really great. Shiro feels better when he walks out, more relaxed somehow, even though his heart still speeds up when he remembers Lance doing that one pose.
Lance asks him to hang back for a moment to talk to him and Shiro is all Oh No He Noticed Me Staring but nope. Lance just wanted to ask how he feels and if anything made his arm hurt really bad etc. He also excessively complimented his natural flexibility, saying he’ll be able to do “all sorts of things” soon enough. Shiro is really unsure, but it almost seems like Lance smirked while saying that? Nah, he must be just imagining things because of his developing crush.
The next few sessions aren’t very different. Supposedly, anyway. After basing his level and current capabilities, Lance decided that Shiro could use more personal guidance, including LOTS of touching to correct his pose. Lance, being a professional, always asks for permission to touch him first, which somehow only makes it that much worse, because Shiro wants Lance to touch him. So so bad. Shiro is literally dying. These pants are tight and they will not hide a boner. He’s suffering. Someone help him.
There’s no help, and Poor Shiro has to constantly deal with gentle touches and low purrs because god forbid anyone makes a loud noise in the middle of yoga class. It goes on for a couple of weeks until one day he gets a most peculiar text from Lance.
(They exchanged numbers because Shiro wanted to add a third yoga session to his weekly schedule but the hospital only held the classes twice a week, and Lance gives him his number in case he has any questions. Of course, barely any Yoga advice was exchanged. )
Lance’s text: Uggghhh I can’t do this anymore! Allura, I know he’s your patient and all and he’s “”“"healing”“”“ and stuff but I can’t hold back anymore I just can’t. He’s too hot. I know I promised to hold back BUT THIS IS IT I’M ASKING HIM OUT
Shaking, Shiro texts back, asking who Lance is talking about.
Lance doesn’t text back for like half an hour and Shiro starts seriously freaking out when he gets a long ass text from Lance, where he apologizes for being so unprofessional and confessing his crush etc.
Shiro could almost cry from relief, because a few minutes ago he thought he might’ve lost all chances with Lance but now… He has more than a slight chance. He calls Lance and confesses his own crush and they both laugh and maybe it’s a little awkward because what do you even say in a situation like this but eventually they manage to schedule a date.
They take it slow, let things develop naturally. Lance gives Shiro all the time and space he needs, since it’s the first time he’s tried dating since he lost his hand. Takes a little trial and error, but one day, a few months later, Shiro finds out just how far Lance can bend.
The first time he saw the jersey he didn’t think much of it. To him, it was just an article of clothing that was two sizes too big and smelled heavily of off brand laundry detergent from the last person who wore it. When he had initially decided to tryout for the lacrosse team he didn’t expect to be spending as much time on the bench as he did. Surely he’d be allowed to play a couple of times, right?
His freshman year was spent keeping the cold metal bench warm. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop his friends from coming out and supporting him. Even when his dad couldn’t show up he knew he could count on Y/N to.
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Jade Thirlwall, Ziam - Character
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Football Captain Louis, Art Harry, No Smut, Liberal Amounts Of Swearing, Alcohol, and drunken antics, the ziam is VERY VERY BRIEF and probably not even worth tagging, it’s very brief and only implied, but I thought I’d tag it just in case, ziam
“I could never have finished this bloody thing without your help.” Harry sighed, brow furrowed, clutching his copy of the yearbook to his chest. “Thank you, Lou. You’re an awesome friend.”
“I can’t believe you’re going on holiday.” Louis said, leaning against the wall of the main school building, looking out over the playground towards the art and science building. “We’re not even getting our last summer together. The five of us, I mean.”
“You’ll have a great time with the boys.” Harry said, slapping Louis on the back before loosely draping an arm around his shoulders. “You don’t want me around, anyway.”
Louis looked at Harry, frowning.
“I want you around the most.”
A High School AU where Louis is the captain of the football team, Harry’s the art geek in charge of the yearbook, and they are NOT a couple, even if Zayn tells everyone they are.