yes... posted very late i know

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Sombra didn’t know what she expected from a man clad in leather and an owl-like skull mask. (my own shitposting about sombra inspired this)

@thebbros Whenever I try to submit my drawings it never works so hopefully just tagging you might be enough? ;w;

I think you might have seen her before but idk, but this is Sweetums, a Batim (or in this case a Babtqftim) version of one of my OC’s, Sweetie :3

She works as a paint dancer, which is kind of like those people you see in cartoon bars who dance and sing for audiences I suppose? Onlyyy she uses a magical paintbrush to create really cool and pretty shapes and designs out of ink as she sings and dances ^^

She’s really nice, and she’s always happy to put on a show. She’s very energetic in her performances and tries to be as inclusive as she can, even if it’s just by dancing or singing around audience members.

She’s overall very kind and friendly, and will try her best to help out anyone in need. Making a living solely based on her short performances is kinda tricky, but she makes the most out of it. ^^ 

(Sorry for the long info thingy and hopefully this isn’t too late to show for the whole background character thing ;w;)

the top 10 gayest lines in the lord of the rings, ranked

10. “the last pages are for you, sam”

alright this one is objectively incredibly gay but i put it at the top of the list bc it makes me sad & i resent that

9. “you can’t leave”

simple but powerful. sam is understandably upset that his boyfriend is leaving him forever. as before, at the top of the list bc it makes me cry

8. “sam…i’m glad you’re with me”

again, simple but powerful. this one is said under much happier circumstances, and there’s just so much feeling behind it. the love that frodo has for sam is palpable here, which is important to me bc sam is usually the more outwardly affectionate one between the two

7. “you left out one of the chief characters–samwise the brave. i want to hear more about sam…frodo wouldn’t have got far without sam”

this whole exchange is extremely gay, but the way that frodo pauses & looks at sam when he says this needs some special recognition

6. “now mr frodo, you shouldn’t make fun. i was being serious” “so was i”

i know that 7 & 6 are part of the same exchange but it’s so incredibly gay that i felt it needed to be split apart into two. again, the way that frodo looks at sam & smiles when he says “so was i” is very important

5. “‘don’t you lose him, samwise gamgee.’ and i don’t intend to”

it is important to note that sam says this after almost drowning in his attempt to prevent frodo from leaving without him. if that’s not true love, i don’t know what is

4. “i can’t carry it for you, but i can carry you”

one of the most iconic lines in lord of the rings regardless of your interpretation of their relationship, which is why it’s ranked so well on this list. sam finds it in himself to physically carry his boyfriend up the volcano, which shows some serious love & dedication on his part

3. “oh mr frodo, don’t go where i can’t follow”

this really brings home the fact that sam would go with frodo literally anywhere except in death. again this highlights his unwavering dedication, also his use of the formal “mr frodo” to the very end really kills me

2. “i’m glad to be with you, samwise gamgee, here at the end of all things”

this is very very close to being #1, and for good reason. the use of sam’s full name. the sentiment expressed here. the feeling with which he says it. need i say more

1. “it’s me, it’s your sam. don’t you know your sam?”

YOUR SAM. YOUR. SAM.

honorable mention: “you’re late.”

this didn’t go on the list bc neither frodo nor sam says it to the other, but i couldn’t make this post without acknowledging it. this line is literally so iconic & the smile that legolas & aragorn share here is painfully gay

Grammatical PSA

There are some mistakes I’ve been seeing pretty consistently in the (otherwise very good!) fanfiction I’ve been reading lately. And yes, I know, as a good descriptive linguist I shouldn’t make prescriptivist posts like this… but I’m also the daughter of a copy-editor who drilled standard usage very thoroughly into my head, so I can’t help wincing when I see certain things. Take or leave this information as you see fit.

Three commonly confused words: peak, peek, pique

I often see people using one of these homophones when they pretty clearly meant another. With some help from Merriam-Webster, here’s what each spelling means.

1. peak, noun: the top of a hill or mountain ending in a point; the highest level or greatest degree (as in “a singer at the peak of her popularity”).
peak, intransitive verb: to reach a maximum (as of capacity, value, or activity) —often used with out

2. peek, intransitive verb: to look briefly or furtively; to peer through a crack or hole or from a place of concealment.
peek, noun: a furtive or brief look.

3. pique, noun: a transient feeling of wounded vanity, most often used in the phrase “a fit of pique”
pique, transitive verb: to arouse anger and resentment in, irritate; OR to excite or arouse especially by a provocation, challenge, or rebuff (as in “to pique someone’s curiosity”)

to lie, to lay, and their forms

This one is probably even worse for me to hammer on, since I’m pretty sure this is a change in progress, with (previously) transitive to lay becoming the sole form in both transitive and intransitive uses. Nonetheless, as the change progresses, I’ve been seeing some confusion about past tense and past participle forms; and I’m pretty sure all standard usage guides still think there’s a distinction, so here are the paradigms.

lie, intransitive verb: to be or to stay at rest in a horizontal position; to assume a horizontal position —often used with down; to have sexual intercourse —used with with; (of an inanimate object) to be or remain in a flat or horizontal position upon a broad support
simple past tense: lay, as in “She lay down with an exhausted sigh”; “I lay awake half the night worrying”
past participle: lain, as in “I had just lain down to go to sleep when my cat started meowing that she was hungry”; “The gun had lain on the mantel for the whole play but wasn’t used until the last scene”

lay, transitive verb (i.e., must take a direct object): to put or set down (an object); to place for rest or sleep (“He lays the baby down for a nap every day at 2pm”; “We laid our grandmother to rest on Sunday”); to dispose or spread over on a surface (“lay plaster”); to set in order or position (“lay the table”); to impose as a duty, burden, punishment, or reproach (“to lay the blame on someone”); to bring to a specified condition (as in “lay waste the land”)
simple past tense: laid, as in “I laid the books on the table”; “She laid her head on the pillow”
past participle: laid, as in “I had just come in and laid my groceries down when the phone rang”; “He had laid the knife on the stove, which I thought was a really stupid place to put it”

anonymous asked:

Do you think SC are dating now? My mind keeps changing. I cant imagine MM being happy with these pics :)

My mind changes all the time and my opinion is never set in stone but I’m going to say yes…for now anyway. I know if I had a boyfriend thousands of miles away who was hanging out with and posting pictures with his hot costar I’d be extremely jealous (I’ve been there and it was very hard to deal with). 

I think this sudden change in the narrative has to be for a reason. Sam and Cait have never ever been this open. I know it’s been written in print that MM is his girlfriend but I’ve seen nothing of late that shows me that she is. She seems to be happy in her life in the US while Sam is happy in SA with Cait. We’ll see what happens…

Even if it’s just pretend

(Yes that is a Taylor Swift lyric, from Wildest Dreams)

For @carryon-countdown prompt: Angst

This is something that I wrote months and months ago, but I wasn’t happy with it so I didn’t post it. Lately I’ve started this fantastic new habit where if I don’t like something, I actually go back and make it better rather than pretending it doesn’t exist (very shocking much wow I know).

It’s based on this quote from page 382-383 of Carry On – ‘I came back because I was afraid of what might happen if I didn’t. Baz might just pretend that nothing had ever happened between us. He’d make me feel like I dreamt this whole thing – like I was a maniac and a moron for believing he’d ever felt something for me.’

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Teaching Youngjae how to drive
  • Jaebum: First thing is to start the car *turns ignition*
  • Youngjae: *starts freaking out*
  • Jaebum: Youngjae! Youngjae relax! It's only the car!!
  • Youngjae: The car??
  • Jaebum: Okay now what do you do next?
  • Youngjae: Floor it?
  • Jaebum: Yes- No! No, don't floor it!
  • Youngjae: Floor it?
  • Jaebum: No! No no, don't floor it!!
  • Youngjae: Okay floor it!!
  • Jaebum: *screams*
  • *Crash*

Literally my favorite part of Rotten to the Core is when Carlos is climbing out of the window saying:

They think I’m callous, a low-life hood”

Who? Who is calling you this Carlos? Has anyone you’ve remotely interacted with ever once called you that? Because I’m pretty sure that your nerdy and slightly neurotic personality will prevent anyone from mistaking you for a low-life hood

It’s like they were trying to beef him up to us before we got a chance to know him, but anyone who’s read the book will know for sure exactly how much of a cinnamon roll he is

Originally posted by jaylos-trash

Ah yes, so very callous

✨littlemaple’s writing raffle! ✨

I’ve been getting a lot of followers lately which I assume is because of my writing, so I decided to do a small writing raffle!

How will this work?

It’s very simple: there will be 2 winners and each one will send me a prompt to write. Yes, I know I already do this often, but in this case, the prompt can be super specific and detailed. Do you have that super self-indulgent urge you really want to see written? I will do it for you. 

First winner: ~3,000 words fic

Second winner: ~1,500 words fic

To enter the raffle, simply REBLOG or LIKE this post. I will draw 2 people at random November 30 OR when I reach 1,600 followers. And of course, this is for my followers so you must be following me. 

I can write for the following fandoms:

  • hetalia (usuk/ukus, fruk, ukcan, pruk, frus);
  •  voltron (anything but shidge); 
  • my hero academia (anything)

Note that I will not write non-con and some kinks. If you win and you want something NSFW, we can discuss it and see what I can do. ;) Other than that, I can write from the sappiest romance to tragic character death, etc.

Check my writing masterpost! 

That’s it. Good luck!  ✨

The blog temporarily comes out of hiatus for a very special day. Yes, it’s Wonho’s birthday!

Only Wonho posts today, of course ^^ If you haven’t wished him happy birthday, it’s not too late! Shower our beautiful, perfect, precious idol with all the love he deserves (which, as we know, is all the love) ❤

I hope you’ll be with the blog today as we celebrate this precious (and occasionally rude…) bun’s birthday~

Hiatus will be over sometime this month, definitely before Monsta X’s comeback. I wouldn’t miss that for the world! I hope you’ll be patient until then. Today, though, let’s celebrate Wonho’s birthday 💖

No Way- Valentine’s Day (Seven/Zen)

A/N: Mystic Messenger (Seven/Zen) -  3. “Why are you so grumpy?~” // Valentine-ized. Oops I had wanted to make this sooner… So with this late Valentine-fic I’m still kinda in theme by adjusting the plot :))).

I’m currently at my dad’s place and sinning on his laptop hehe so I can’t make a fancy post with image and prompt inserted, but this lovely prompt was sent in by @the-floofinator! Hope you like it deeaar sorry for being late /)///(\

Summary: How stupid is your boyfriend when he doesn’t know Valentine’s Day already passed? Very stupid. However, so much more things can be stupid in relationships. Such as misunderstandings, yes, and how about ugly tickle fights.

Word Count:1365


“Why are you so grumpy?” Seven looked up from his phone and pouted, sulking since like forever. He had been scrolling and scrolling through his Facebook until his thumb was starting to hurt, without reacting to his boyfriend in any way today. 

Like… he had been doing this for a little this week, almost every day and getting worse and worse at it. He was just a pro at  bottling his feelings up like that, and eat himself up

He sighed and shook his head. Zen looked at him with a concerned look and ruffled his hair.

“Don’t touch me,” Seven murmured, and he shook Zen’s hand off. The red head lay curled up on their couch, playing with his phone for eternity.

“You’ve been grumpy all week. I don’t get it. You on your period? And we should be happy since I got that role! Geez you little~!” Zen laughed, and he pinched Seven’s cheek.

“I said don’t touch me!” Seven swatted Zen’s hand away with a moody growl, and he accidentally dropped his phone. As the phone slid off the couch, he tried to catch it, but his fingers only brushed the touchscreen lightly, activating the video he was scrolling past and the sound started to play while the device fell onto the floor.

“Happy Valentine’s Daaaayy!” Voices called out, and a happy music tune was played. Seven blushed and quickly reached out to pick up his phone, but Zen was first to grab it and he looked at the video that Seven had been quietly watching. It had already been a few days since Valentine’s Day, and Zen had ignored it completely. 

What kind of a boyfriend did that? Seven had been sulking just now and scrolling all the way back to see which couples had celebrated it, even days after the official date, and sadly it was only more depressing for him to see all those videos and posts. Why was he like this.

“Hehe. Valentine’s Day? When’s that?” Zen asked with a genuine smile. Seven’s eyes widened for a short moment, then he frowned, realization striking him. Zen, no…

“Last… Tuesday…” he mumbled, and they both looked at each other.

“No way. What?” Zen said.

“No way, what?” Seven repeated, just as confused as Zen was, and an awkward moment followed as they stared at each other. They then both simultaneously pointed at each other, crying out:

“That’s why!!!!”

Both boyfriends were blushing, their brains putting the pieces together.

“So that’s why you were grumpy? You thought I neglected you on Valentine’s Day? My God!” Zen said with big eyes.

“Well yeah- but how could you miss?! The commercials?! Social media?! Hints? My hints?!” Seven cried out, grabbing his head and ruffling his own hair in disbelief.

“Your hints? What hints?” Zen’s jaw then dropped.

“The chocolate gift?! They weren’t for me getting the role?!?! OH and your request to go out for dinner when I was busy with rehearsals? ” Zen yelled loudly as if he was solving a puzzle.

“How could I have known you passed the auditions when you told me after I gave you those chocolates?! Of fucking course they were Valentine’s! And hell fucking yes that was a Valentine’s date I was asking you for, even though it was still late!” Seven argued.

“Because you know how capable I am?! I thought you just assumed I passed the auditions,” was Zen’s ego- answer.

“And sorry for refusing that date, I had no clue.”

“You’re unbelievable!” Seven said.

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unforth-ninawaters replied to your post “unforth-ninawaters replied to your post: My fever…”

Well I lean toward at least mild internalized homophobia because seriously if Castiel was a woman we wouldn’t get this same kind of nonsense.
(Or if Dean were a woman. If one were male and the other female. You know what I mean)

Yes, very likely, though people have already argued that if Cas was female, then she’d probably have been dead for good a long time ago. And we know since late season 4 that Cas is not male, any viewer who watched The Rapture knows it, but somehow that doesn’t matter because he’s currently in a male body, therefore male? I don’t know.

You know I love it when Cas is in a female vessel. I was actually surprised that the show didn’t let Dean know about it. Maybe that would have been too… dangerous or something? Because Dean would have commented on it *lol* So maybe it was safer to not let Dean know? 

(And I know it would be very cheap and bad to make it clear that Dean’s romantically or sexually interested in Cas only once he’s in a female vessel… We don’t want that I suppose. But I still kinda want it, because I’m garbage and want them to have lovely little nephilim baby horror offspring. But luckily we have fanfic and fanart for that.)

anonymous asked:

Harry announces a week long appearane on the late late show, and the 1D account then posts a video of 1D on the late late show? That's some coordination they got there. Getting curiouser and curiouser about who is handling the 1D accounts...

I’m very curious. I can see it making sense a few different ways, but I would just love to know.

Happy Birthday, Henrik Von Schneeplestein!

Made this a few days ago for today and have been so stressed out and busy today that I very nearly missed posting this on time. I can’t believe I almost forgot! I feel awful.

I’m so happy that @therealjacksepticeye decided to make Henrik a legitimate ego with a story and outlined personality. I absolutely adore Henrik so much. He means a lot to me. My mom’s a doctor as well so it’s always sort of amusing to watch Henrik talk about medical science in videos. 

Schneep isn’t for everyone, it seems, though. Some people aren’t the hugest fan or they just don’t understand why his character exists. To me, Schneep exists to represent the concept of helping others. Jack is known for being a loving and kindhearted individual that wants to help better the lives of everyone he can through his loud and goofy positivity. Schneep takes the perspective of helping others a little more literally. I love him for it, though.

Without Schneeplestein, I probably would’ve liked Chase best. It’s a common favourite but still. I love Schneeplestein because his goal in life is clear. He simply wants to help others and works hard to make sure his patients/friends are always doing well and happy. I relate to that a lot, actually. I love Schneeplestein because he genuinely wants to be a good person, no matter how clumsy or misguided he may be. 

So before I ramble any more (I definitely could), I’ll leave this post with a simple message:

Happy Birthday, Henrik. Thank you for making me more optimistic about helping others in my own way. I love you Dr. Schneep! 💙

Bunny- Andre Burakovsky imagine

               “Did you post it?” Y/F/N asked you, eagerly refreshing her Instagram. The two of you had just taken a selfie together and you decided to post it to your profile. You hadn’t been active on social media a lot lately so you decided to let the internet world know you were still alive and doing things with your life.

               “Yes I posted it, go like it!” You laughed at your friend and checked your notifications. Andre, your boyfriend of almost a year, had given it a like and commented the fire emoji on it. You smiled and clicked on his username and checked out his latest photos. Your smile faded though as you scrolled down and saw multiple comments by the same girl, all very suggestive. You clicked on her account next and saw that she lived in the DC area.

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Well howdy hey everyone! Long time no talk (sorry about that, by the way). I just wanted to give you all a bit of an update on what’s going on with me.

So:

  • I’m still in North Carolina for my internship BUT I COME HOME IN 22 DAYS
  • I’ve lost 13 pounds since the start of the spring semester and am feeling really good about my health and my body, which is new
  • Senior year is coming folks, I’m in the home stretch!
  • I am very, very homesick
  • I got back on my Insta, so give me a follow over at staticsandstationery

Now what you’ve really all been wondering: am I making any more videos ever??

Okay, so I want the answer to be yes, so I’m going to promise, at bare minimum, a school supply haul for 2017 and advice for incoming freshmen, both of which will hopefully also be turned into text posts (that’s the plan anyway, but we all know how I’ve been with those lately).

Anyways, here are the currently planned videos:

  • Advice for incoming college freshmen
  • Plan with Me (syllabus week)
  • School Supply Haul 2017

And here are the currently planned text posts:

  • Advice for incoming college freshmen
  • Plan with Me (syllabus week)
  • School Supply Haul 2017
  • College packing lists

I’m excited, and I hope you all are too!!

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Bev travelled all the way from San Myshuno to visit me  😖 here in New Boston while I was so busy with setting up stuff for her b-day 😬 that am way too late, oh well!  Geez need to head over to 930 Medina Studios. 30 min. later… @beverlyallitsims

Sue: Hey Bev, girl sorry for showing up late, but you know am setting up first time a post about our event on Simblr  and geez it took me more than a day almost! Oh boy.. How was your journey, safe I hope?
Beverly:  Awww, Sue listen don’t worry all good! I know it’s time intense, right? I see you found  a very cool hangout for us to stay…
Sue: Yes, I know my girl loves industrial style so I was hoping you like it! Let me check up on Jack, Kathie and Ed… for a second… Hey guys…how was your journey with SimAir?
Jack: Nice seeing you again, Sue 😊, I would say pretty smooth, - Kathie nods -
Sue: Listen guys, I set up a party at the Rooftop bar Skye View, so we will have a cool spot to celebrate her b-day but afterwards we will have a house party at my best friends house…at the fashion district with DJ and all that stuff… I baked a cake need to head back home finish it and pick it up, will I see you there umh … in about 45min 😉? Where is Ed?
Jack: Lady, calm down - don’t rush you set up the whole evening for us and Bev, huh? Ed is checking his room, seems like he wants to stay here in New Boston….

Sue: Yep, need to hurry Jack otherwise the cake will get burned… 😅 😆

Sue, hurried to get back home at the spice district at her run down apartment, well it’s nothing fancy but hey a cool spot to live and cheap though....

45 min. later at the Skye View, uptown in New Boston.

The party is going on - all are enjoying them self. Seems like the guys are having fun. Kathie is quite thirsty I guess… she drinks for two! 😂😁😀

•♪♪• Happy Birthday… to you, happy b-day Dear Beverly… happy… •♪♪•

“May you find what you’ve been searching for,
And it be all that you have dreamed and even more.
May everything go right for you this day,
And nothing but happiness to come your way.
May all your wishes today come true,
And you be always blessed in all you say and do.
May you feel the love being sent your way,
And know that I am wishing you a Happy Birthday!!”  
   

After the celebration they all headed over to the Fashion District for a party till 7 in the morning….

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“It was never actually real was it?” Part 2 (Swazz)

*3 days later*


A/N: read the texts first


“I can’t talk right now, John.”  I whisper. I was at a small cafe for a meeting with one of my clients and they would be here soon I’m sure. This was the millionth time he called me since we texted the night after the fight.

“Well, too bad,” he says and I sigh. He knows I can just hang up right? “When are you coming home?”

“Probably tonight,” I say, casually.

He lets out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank God.”

“I need some clothes and toiletries and stuff.”

“You’re just gonna leave?”

“Yeah. Pretty sure that’s what you wanted me to do the other night.”

“I didn’t mean any of that!!” he yelled.

“Well you didn’t just say it for shits and giggles!” I whisper, not wanting to disturb other tables. “There had to be some truth to what you said.“

“I swear there isn’t, sweetheart. I love you with everything I have and I shouldn’t have listened to that shit Dillon said.”

“You really shouldn’t have,” I can feel my eyes watering as I try to hold myself together. “You told me I was toxic. You told me I was a waste of time. You said I was playing an idiot. How the hell do you expect me to just let you take it back.”

“I don’t even remember saying half of that. And I know that doesn’t make it any better, but baby I love you more than anything in the world and I can’t live without you.”

I see the client walking in and wave to her. “Look, I gotta go. Maybe we’ll talk later.”

I hang up before he can reply.

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2 hours later I’m finished with the meeting. I head over to our apartment, knowing John’ll probably be out in the studio or at some radio interview or photo shoot.

As I walk into our apartment complex, I think about it. What he said hurt so much, but a piece of me knew he didn’t mean it. The love and the trust I had for him told me that when he said he loved me and he regretted what he said, he meant it. But that didn’t mean I was just gonna let him off the hook. He hurt me and he was gonna have to work to fix that.

I opened the door to the apartment to see John sitting in the same spot on the couch that I had that night, waiting for him. He looks barely awake, but as soon as I come through the door he stands up and rushes toward me.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he says, coming over to hug me.

“I’m sure you are,” I say.

“I am! It was all a misunderstanding. Dillon was telling me about how he hooked up with this girl, who has the same name as you, and I was too drunk too realize he wasn’t talking about you, so then I came home and I said that stuff but I didn’t mean it. Even if you had hooked up with Dillon I’d probably stay with you anyways because I’ve never found anyone else who makes me feel this good.”

“Okay,” I say, knowing it’s kind of rude, but he stepped over the line that night and I’m not letting him know I forgive him until I feel like he deserves it.

I step out of his hold and walk into our bedroom, knowing he’s on my tail. I pack an overnight bag, knowing full well I’m coming back sooner or later.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you like that. What’s it gonna take for you to forgive me?”

“I don’t know. You completely lost trust in me because one guy accused me of something. And maybe if you would have asked me about it instead of immediately persecuting me we wouldn’t be like this right now.”

“That was a huge mistake on my part, but I don’t know what I can do to fix it.”

“I think we just need to give it some time,” I say, “I’ll be back tomorrow for some more stuff.”

“I don’t want to give it time,” he says, frustrated. “I want you to be here with me. Sleeping without you is torture.”

“I’m sure you’ll be okay for a couple nights,” I say, suddenly feeling a little guilty. I can see how much it hurts him knowing that he hurt me.

I walk out of the door with my head down. Before I can even get out of the building I realize I left my phone up there. I head back up quickly and walk in to see John, laying back on the couch, with an arm over his eyes.

This time he doesn’t sit up. I quietly grab my phone and leave.
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*2:24 am*
My phone’s ringing. What the hell? It’s too late for this. I look at the ID to see that it’s John. Of course. I want to ignore it, but something tells me not to.

“Hello?” I say, my voice husky from sleep.

“Y/N, I need you,” he says.

“I told you, I’ll be back soon, you couldn’t wait?”

“No, I mean like now. I don’t trust myself to get home on my own.”

“And why can’t you just call an Uber?”

“I’m sober, Y/N. I just…. Could you please just come pick me up? I’m at Dominic’s Bar.”

I close my eyes and sigh. I’d have to borrow Y/F/N’s car. “Fine, I’ll be there in a couple minutes.”

I hang up and make my way there as quickly as possible. What could possibly be wrong if he’s not wasted?

As I pull up, I see the problem. I gasp as I hop out of the car and come closer. He’s got a red swollen eye, a bloody nose, a couple scrapes up his arms and bloody knuckles.

“What the hell happened?” I ask.

“I got in a fight,” he says, his voice strained.

I let out a deep breath and just say, “Get in the car.” He does as I say and we head out of the parking lot silently. “And please, try not to bleed all over Y/F/N’s car.”

I want to take John to a hospital, but his injuries aren’t that serious, I just don’t like blood very much. So I guess we’ll just head home.

Once we get there I notice him limping and I let him put an arm on my shoulder for support. “Who’d you get in a fight with?” I ask once we get to the apartment.

“Dillon.”

“I thought you said it was all a misunderstanding?”

“It was,” he plopped down in a chair at the bar in our kitchen, groaning as he did so. “But then he started talking shit about you once he found out we were fighting.”

I took out the first aid kit and started looking for the alcohol wipes.

“He was saying how he warned me about you and how you were no good for anything but sex and all this other stuff.”

“So you went and got yourself beat?”

“Trust me, he looks much worse.” He hissed as I cleaned the blood off of his elbows and knuckles. “Most of that ain’t even mine.” As I wiped away the blood, I could see, most of the scratches and cuts were a lot smaller and more shallow than the amount of blood around them made it seem.

I bandage him up quickly with only a few groans coming out of him here and there. Then I grab an ice pack from the freezer and wrap it in a towel to put on his eye. He flinches for a moment.

“Just stay still, it’ll hurt less once it’s on.” He just nods. Once i get him to keep the ice pack on his face so the swelling and bruising will go down, I lead him to our bedroom.

Once we get there, I help him undress, since there’s a little bit of blood on his clothes too. They smell a bit like alcohol and smoke, but he says he’s sober and I believe him. Besides, he was in a bar. You’re bound to come out smelling like that if you’re in there for more than 5 minutes.

Once he gets in bed, I put the covers over him. He isn’t sleep yet but I can tell he’s exhausted. I stand up, beginning to walk away from the bed. I’ll stay here for the night and drive Y/F/N’s car back in the morning. I’ll sleep on the couch though.

Honestly, he should be the one on the couch right now, but he injured himself trying to protect me, so I’ll cut him some slack.

“Y/N, wait,” he calls out as I reach the door.

“What is it?”

“Please come back.”

“I’m not going anywhere John. I’ll be right in the living room-“

“No, I mean to our bed. You haven’t slept in this bed with me for 4 days and I haven’t been able to sleep since.” I sigh and come sit on the edge of the bed. “Y/N, I need you. You keep me calm and stable and I don’t know how I did it before you.”

“John-“

“And I know that doesn’t excuse what I accused you of that night and I’m so sorry I hurt you like that but I promise never to hurt you again because I’ve never felt anything worse than what I feel when you’re not around. So please, please come home for good.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk about emotions as much as he has in these few days. And I can see in the one eye that isn’t covered by an ice pack that he means every word.

"You have to promise to come to me before you go accusing me of anything.”

“I promise.”

“And you have to promise to stop getting into fights because they scare me and I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Of course.”

“And remember that you still have a lot of making up to do.”

“I know, baby,” he says.

“But I love you and I miss you too. So yes I’ll come home.”

“Yes!” He grabs a hold of me and pulls me toward him with the hand not holding his ice pack. I can hear him suck in a breath through his teeth because I’m sure I brushed a bruise or scrape, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He pulls me under the covers with him and soon we’re both deep in slumber. And I sleep knowing I don’t have to dream about him, he’s already mine.

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A/N:
Sorry to anyone who’s been waiting on this, I’m very late posting it. I’ve been working on it for a couple of days now and for a while I didn’t know how to end it, but I figured it out. I said I would be posting it yesterday, which didn’t happen. I’m still working on this whole schedule/deadline thing. I’m really bad with being on time for those. But yeah, hope you liked it, thanks for reading.

Peace,
Shay.