you can't even sit in a chair like a normal person

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

I promised I’d give you all another Dark fic when we reached our next milestone, and I always keep my promises. 

Just a quick warning- this is not fluff. It’s not romance. It’s not a sympathetic portrayal. This man is a manipulator, a good one, and he does what he does to further his own interests. He enjoys control, not company. And, to use Mark’s own words:

He is not here to help you. He is here to use you.

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in which harry suggests a second trial…

part 5 to the “Starbucks” series: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

It’d only been a day, but Y/N felt like she could finally breathe again. She felt lighter. It sort of felt like part of her was missing, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She experienced a similar feeling when she moved out on her own and when she broke up with her ex but also when she left a store without getting something she really liked or when she passed up on a food she was craving in the grocery store. 

Meeting Harry was a major life event. She may not have known him for a long time, but he had always been important to her. From the first time she watched the video for What Makes You Beautiful he was important to her. No matter how awkward or wonderful or distorted their brief little thing was it was important to her. Naturally, its ending was going to evoke some sort of response from her.
She genuinely thought she was doing the right thing by asking him to leave, though. If it was true that everyone had a person, which she liked to believe, she knew that she wasn’t his. He didn’t get tunnel vision as if she was the only person in the room. There wasn’t any uncontrollable fire flaming between them. They were a firework, at best. In the moment they were bright and beautiful, but all too soon they fizzled and dissolved into oblivion. Her and Harry just happened to be at the oblivion stage in their relationship, but no one ever sees a firework and immediately regrets seeing it so she was choosing to be glad that it happened.

Of course that was something she decided in her mind. Her heart was not on the same page. Her heart told her that the lightness she felt was emptiness. It whispered how she should’ve actually heard him out instead of putting her thoughts into his mouth. It mocked her by clenching every time she replayed the scene that unfolded the day prior in her mind. He was gone and it was by her own volition and her heart didn’t like it. It was a good thing she was great at ignoring her heart. 

The war waging in her inner consciousness was too much. She needed to get away from it all, so she decided a run was in order. She hated running. She didn’t like the way her lungs would burn and her legs would revolt against her once she settled down for the day, but there weren’t any better options. She didn’t have a gym membership or a bike or any exercise equipment at all. Exercising usually wasn’t her thing. However, it was a proven stress reliever and it released endorphins which was something she desperately needed at the moment. 

She rushed around her apartment changing into something moderately suitable to go for a run in. She was hyping herself up in front of the door, giving herself the final boost she needed to actually carry out her plan when she heard a knock. She cocked her head to the side wondering who could be on the other side. Her rent had been paid on time, all her friends were either in class or at work, and her mom always called before coming over. She physically jumped back at the sight of Harry standing at her door, cheeks flushed and nose red, beanie tossed over his hair, bearing flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. 

Her mind was a complete mess. It was as if she could feel the thoughts racing through it. She couldn’t comprehend his presence. Her eyes roamed over him trying to come to terms with the fact that he was actually there, standing in front of her, with flowers and chocolates. “Are those really in season?” she asked after remaining shell shocked for an unbearable amount of time. It seemed to be the only thing that her mind successfully processed in the moment. 

He shifted his gaze from her to the bouquet in his hand. “Uh… S'pose so. Didn’t really ask… I just… thought they looked nice so…” he said then cleared his throat. “Can I come in?”

She nodded furiously, stepping aside. She toyed with her lip for a few seconds, one hand still on the door looking at him standing in front of her home a day after she told him to leave. “I’m sorry. I’m just… como se dice… shook, like, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?”

He held out the flowers to her as he sat the chocolates down on her table. “I’m not really satisfied with how things went down yesterday.”

She furrowed her brows. “What?”

“I want to talk to you again.”

She looked around her in search of something that would tell her what was going on. She couldn’t believe what was happening. “This is actual life. This doesn’t happen in real life. You can’t just– You can't– There isn’t, like, a reset button. You can’t call backsies in real life.”

“We’re not resetting. It’s more of a… second trial. Like, in a science experiment.” He noticed her look of disbelief. “It was a bit presumptuous of me to show up yesterday and just expect to fix things overnight, I know. But, you were crying when I left yesterday so I know you’re not happy with how things turned out either. I know that you like to think, and I know that you already had your mind made up before I even showed up. I know that you’re good at tucking emotions away, but I want to know how you feel. I’ve been a prick, but this time I choose not to let you go.”

She scoffed. “What is this? You literally just put a whole album out about how you suck at communicating. I didn’t sign up for this!”

He cracked a small smile. “We’ll call it self-improvement.”

She shrugged moving into the living room to sit. “I’ve never been one to stand in the way of a person bettering themselves, so…” she said, motioning for him to have a seat in the opposing chair. 

They eyed each other waiting for someone to start talking. “I thought about you and everything that happened all night.”

“And?” she asked, raising her eyebrows and folding her arms and crossing her legs.

“And… first of all, I need to know if you’ll be able to forgive me for not getting in touch with you. I really am sorry. You don’t have to forgive me today or tomorrow but just eventually. Is that…” he gulped, “Is that something you can do?”

She uncrossed her arms and legs, figuring that looking intimidating wasn’t necessary when he obviously had some sort of agenda that he put thought and effort into. “Sweetie, I made my peace with that when I realised you weren’t hitting me up anymore.” Keeping things pent up messed with her head and was annoyingly distracting. She needed a clear mind to be functional otherwise she had the tendency of being caught up on that one thing which led to a lack of productivity, so she let go of that a couple weeks ago. “My problem was what it signified.”

“Okay, that’s the second thing,” he rushed out. “You don’t get to tell me what you mean to me.” She snarled at him. “I gather that you believe in soulmates or summat, but just because I met you in a coffeehouse doesn’t mean that we weren’t meant to be together. Like, have you ever thought that maybe that’s how we were supposed to meet?” He crossed the room to sit beside her, then gently nudged her chin up, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “Isn’t it crazy that I just happened to be there at the same time as you? And, you just happened to anonymously buy me coffee? And, the barista just happened to tell me that it was you? And, you just happened to charm and endear me so much that I had to see you again that very night? Is that all just a coincidence?”

The gears were turning in her brain. He made some valid points. She’d been so caught up in the fact that he wasn’t immediately taken aback by her like in some fanfic, that she forgot that she wasn’t that kind of person. She said it herself just the night before. She was normal. She wasn’t the kind of person that turned everyone’s heads. She was the kind of person you didn’t see unless she bought you coffee. He could’ve easily just thanked her or reimbursed her and went on his way, but he didn’t. He saw her. He could’ve genuinely forgotten about her. He could’ve been anywhere in the world, but he was here, basically fresh off of tour, begging for forgiveness and a fair chance with flowers and chocolates. “You’re appealing to my insanity…”

“And? Is it working?” he asked, cracking another grin.

She pinched her index finger and thumb together. “Just a little,” she laughed. He pulled her into a hug and god she forgot just how good it felt to be wrapped up in him. 

Her smile had worn off by the time he pulled back, though. There were other things she needed to consider. “I still don’t know what you expect out of this, Harry.”

His mouth pulled down into a frown. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged and her voice raised an octave. “I don’t know! Like, I mean, do you see a future for us? Is there even an us?”

He pulled his collar away from his neck despite the fact that he was wearing a t shirt, finally showing some form of discomfort. “It’s a little early in the relationship for that kind of question, don’t you think?” he forced out, leaning back against the couch and running his hands through his hair. 

“So, this is a relationship?” she inquired, propping her knee up and turning to face him.

He ran his palms up and down his thighs. “I mean, the beginning, yeah. It’s not really developed much, but there’s definitely an us. If you want it to be, that is.” He turned, facing back toward her, putting the ball in her court.

“I… don’t know…”

“You don’t know?” He was confused. He thought they’d made progress.

“Have you heard of Schrödinger’s Cat?”

“I– I–ummm… showing’s what now?”

“Schrödinger’s Cat. It’s a physics thought experiment. So, basically there’s this cat, and it’s in a box, but until you open it, it could be considered both dead and alive.”

“Okay…” he responded, obviously perplexed as to what that had to do with them.

“I don’t date casually because I’m not in the business of getting my heart broken. I know it may seem like I ignore my emotions a lot, but I’m actually quite in tune with them. And to be completely honest, I fell in love with the thought of you before I even knew you. Now I do know you, and despite everything that’s happened, I think you’re lovely. So, actually being involved with you and it not working out would… crush me.”

“Or it could work out and we could be really happy together. Because, I mean, I can see us together. Like, as a couple. You’re not just a fling to me, you know?”

The earnest look in his eyes made her want to commit right then and there, but she needed to be sure about this before she made any decision. “Can I– Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” he agreed quickly.

They sat side by side in an awkward silence for a few minutes before she spoke up. “I was actually about to go for a run before you showed up.”

“Right, sorry.” He popped up off the couch, stuffing his hands in his pockets, slowly walking towards the door. She grabbed her keys and followed him. “Before I go, let me do something,” he said then pushed his lips on hers before she even had a chance to wonder what he was about to do. She was so surprised by his sudden, bold action that she didn’t respond for several seconds, but when she did she felt like she was floating on water. He worked over her lips like the waves ripple in the sea.. And, when he suckled on her bottom lip drawing out a sweet moan from her then went back in and dipped his tongue into her mouth, she decided that she wouldn’t mind drowning in him. 

He rendered her completely speechless when he finally drew back from her and spent the time she needed to recover from the kiss gently smoothing his thumb over her bottom lip with one hand and rubbing circles into her lower back with the other.. “What… was that?” she sputtered after a minute or so.

“Just figured you’d need some data. Can’t draw conclusions for an experiment without sufficient data.”

She nodded, then rubbed her hands up his chest and slithered them around his neck going in for one more round of “data.” “Okay, okay,” she said, turning in his arms and opening the door quickly before she completely lost herself in him. “Wait,” she said grasping his hand, as he began to walk away. He raised his eyebrows at her. “How long will you be in town for?”

“However long it takes for you to open that box.” He winked at her with a splitting grin spread across his face, then walked away leaving her leaning breathless against her door.

#192 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “a fluffy fic about travel to New York with Van? That they walk everywhere and there are many hugs and kisses bc it’s winter” and “the reader gets out of bad relationship, and they turn up at vans and he takes them out to do all of the things they couldn’t do in the relationship?”

Warnings: Domestic violence.


“Van… This is… This is way too much. I can’t-”

“Course you can, Y/N. It’s not too much because it’s not like I can’t afford it. More money than I know what to do with. And I owe you from the millions of favours you’ve done for me and the band over the years, yeah? And Ma says you went over and helped her out with some cake thing the other day?”

“Yeah, but-”

“But nothin’. You deserve good things, Y/N. You’ve had horrible fuckin’ luck with that. Had a bad run of things. I can't… I can’t fix everything for you. Would if I could, trust me, but… Let me do this. Come with me to New York and have a good time and just forget everythin’ else for a bit. It will be class. I promise. It’s not like you’ve got much else on, right?”

Right. The past fourteen months had seen the slow withdrawal of you from everything in your life. Patrick seemed wonderful at first, they always do. Then he mentioned he didn’t like the way your friends spoke to you, even though they spoke just fine. He said work was stressing you out, so you started calling in sick more. Little by little, his whispering advice became the one guiding force in your life. You stopped seeing the girls. You hardly spoke to Van or the guys at all. Social media was deleted; it could have been a lifeline and Patrick knew that. You relied on his income to keep you fed and housed. Family were never spoken of. You existed in a bubble that seemed so safe. He’d made it that way. You versus the world. Then, inside the bubble when things turned bad there was nowhere to go and nobody to save you.

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taehyung x coffeeshop!au

i just felt like writing my own take on this very cliche au so here’s my thoughts,,, hope you enjoy💜 

  • you often stop at the small coffee shop just down the street on your way to work, school, etc because you preferred the taste over starbucks,,,, i know so hipster wowowowow
  • other times when you have a day to yourself you enjoy just sitting inside with your drink, lost in the thoughts that endlessly consume you 
  • until a particular customer snapped you out of your own little bubble as he walked past, opting for the two person table across from yours 
  • somehow his very presence was enough to intrigue you,,,,, he just seemed different from other people in some way but you couldn’t figure it out 
  • rather than being caught up in existential thoughts, you began to study the boy, who diverted his attention back and forth from his phone to a notebook he was sketching in 
  • you already began picking up on cute little habits he had,,,, like the way he furrowed his eyebrows while sketching with a lil tilt of one corner of his mouth as who-knows-what crossed his mind 
  • ofc you couldn’t be too obvious while staring, because other people would notice,,,,((obviously not him he was too engrossed in his art to look at you)) so you merely took glances in between reading small sections of buzzfeed’s snapchat stories 
  • who were you kidding you were reading the same meme over and over again because you were too busy thinking of Art Boy™ across from you 
  • after what seemed like 10 minutes (((but turned out to be 2 hours))) of straight sketching, he finally threw out his cup and walked out of the coffee shop 
  • you sat there for a moment,,,, shook™ by the fact that such an ethereal person could exist in the same time period as you 
  • after that Experience, you decided that every week you’d show up at the coffee shop at the same time to sit “with” Art Boy and observe, because it was strangely relaxing to you, and the only reason you sat in the coffee shop was to relax, right??? 
  • after a couple weeks you noticed that Picasso was picking up on your presence,,, maybe even a couple of your glances 
  • but for some reason,,,, you felt like he might have,,,, smiled???? after,,,,,, catching your stare for a split second??????? 
  • you were probs daydreaming because duh who wouldn’t daydream about such model-material boi like him 
  • but then,,,,, it happened again?? except,,,,, he was looking at you first??????? 
  • SOS this is not what you signed up for you began to panic as you felt heat rise to your cheeks against your will 
  • you didn’t sign up for this harassment what kind of cute smirk?? and directed towards you????? 
  • you decided this was getting dangerous but you didn’t want to stop coming because you didn’t want to admit you were excited to see him the next time 
  • except boy oh boy were you sO not ready for what happened the next week 
  • you walked in that day, phone and earphones in hand as always, preparing to walk up to the cashier to order your usual when you were greeted with the back of Art Boy’s head in front of you in line 
  • this is fine 
  • this is totally fine 
  • he’s just right in front of you it’s cool not like you can smell his beautiful cologne or anything 
  • as he’s ordering his drink you notice his voice is kinda sorta deep and you’re kinda sorta living for it??? 
  • you literally need to snap out of it omfgjfk you don’t even know him chill 
  • but then you hear him whisper something to the cashier as he’s paying? weird but okay 
  • so Art Boy finds his designated table™ (((it should have his name on it he sits at it so much))) and you walk up to the cashier ready to order 
  • the cashier knows your order which is no surprise, but then he tells you something that really caught you off guard 
  • Art Boy had already paid for your drink 
  • that’s it - it’s time to go home there’s no need for this torture anymore 
  • you just say thank you as the cashier hands you your drink and walk over to your designated table™,,, still in complete shock 
  • Art Boy has already begun his drawing and you just kinda,,, sit there,,, looking out the window not knowing what to do because you’re an idiot and you don’t wanna be caught staring this time bECAUSE HE JUST BOUGHT YOUR MCFRICKIN DRINK 
  • you decide to leave earlier than normal because you don’t know what to do and you’re about to go crazy 
  • but just wait the next week surprises you even more than ever 
  • you get to the shop at your normal time and Art Boy isn’t there yet as usual, so you sit at your table and pop your earphones in 
  • you didn’t get much sleep the night before because of all your stressful commitments, so you opt for a quick nap while sipping your drink in between snoozes 
  • but plans are never followed through with right? 
  • because yours sure weren’t 
  • this time Art Boy,,, omfg this boi,,,,, he decides to sit at your table 
  • you were half asleep when you hear the chair next to yours be pulled out and you smell the distinctive cologne from last week 
  • you cautiously look up to see Art Boy looking down at you,,,, and wowie you probably look like a mess because like, yOU JUST WOKE UP,,, tO THAT BEAUTIFUL FACE??? 
  • as you look up he introduces himself and ohmycod you almost exploded 
  • “my name is taehyung, i don’t think we’ve properly met yet” 
  • “i-i-i’m (y/n),,,, it’s nice to finally meet you” you respond while sitting up,,, sounding like a complete fool 
  • he just gave you the warmest box smile you’ve ever seen in your life and you could’ve sworn you melted into a puddle of tears right then and there 
  • as you two talked, Art Boy™ taehyung worked on his newest sketch, and you decided to study his little quirks just like before 
  • little did you know he was also studying yours 
  • you look down at his notebook to see someone sitting at a coffee shop table much like the one you were currently at, staring out the window, lost in thought, much like what you were prone to doing 
  • you didn’t say anything because who’s to say it was actually you?? (((((but inside you were screaming because like what if it is))))) 
  • 3 hours pass with the blink of an eye and you have to get back home soon 
  • “i’ll see you next week,” taehyung says as you part ways, flashing the second warmest box smile you’ve ever seen 
  • “see you soon, taehyung”

‘The Usual’

Synopsis: Scriddler Canadian Coffee Shop AU (partially suggested by @thatdysfunctionalkingdom).  I don’t think I need to say more than that.

Characters: Jonathan Crane, Edward Nygma

Wordcount: 5,923

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Development.

A/N - Hi. I’m actually proud of this one. Except for the ending. The ending is shit. I know that the past few supernatural features have been about Dan, but don’t worry, I have one about Phil in planning at the moment.

TW - Not very much, hurt/comfort, colourful language, insecurity.

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The year is 2016. Experts are calling it the year of Development. Extreme medical advances are being made every month. In January, the cure for the common cold, in February, Cancer. Somebody developed a drug that detects and kills cancerous cells, saving millions of lives. In March, a super-cure was released and was made mandatory by the government to be administered to every British citizen.

The super-cure prevented all disease. No one would ever fall ill again. Productivity would be increased tenfold, there would be an increase in population and nobody would have to face allergies or intolerances. It sounded perfect. It was mass made in factories for hospitals to administer. The plan was for the whole population of England to have had the shot by early 2018.

The miracle medicine, as it was nicknamed by health staff, is called 9DVLPMNT31, Development, for short.

Development was an ingenious name from the media. As not only was it a ground-breaking development in medical history, but it also caused minor side effects. Developments, if you like, to the host’s body. It was usually very minor, like your eyes or hair changing colour, your height changing minimally, stuff like that that really wouldn’t impact of day to day life.

***

Today, Phil was scheduled for his shots.

“But Phil!” Dan whined, clinging to his boyfriend’s arm. “They change you! The shots! What if like, you get your eyes removed or something?”

Phil laughed at Dan’s slight panic as they sat down in the waiting room of the hospital. “I’m sure I won’t. Don’t worry,” He smiles and Dan playfully hits him on the arm.

“I don’t want you to change though!” He mumbled into Phil’s neck. “I love you just the way you are!” Dan pecked Phil on his flushed cheek and smiled.

“I could say the same for you,” Phil grinned, pulling him close. “But it’s not an option, so what would you think you would like changed? You know, when you have to get yours done?”

“I don’t know to be honest,” Dan said, “I quite like the idea of not having the most fucking boring shade of eyes in the whole fucking world though.”

“I happen to quite like your eyes! They’re pretty-”

“They are brown Phil, could you think of a more boring colour?”

“Well blue is too common.”

“Oh come on!” Dan laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah, truly. I think having green eyes would be cool.”

“I doubt that’s going to happen though,” Dan giggled. “I’d like my hair to go straight, but that’s not going to happen.”

“Yeah well I’d like my hair to go black so that I wouldn’t have to dye it to prevent Ginger Phil making a return.”

“And I would like you not to get the fucking shot in the first place, so we’ve come full-” Dan began, but was cut short by a nurse calling Phil’s name.

“Good luck love,” Dan whispered. “Don’t change.”

Phil laughed, “I’m sure I’ll be fine, don’t worry!” He called while being ushered into a small room.

Dan waited patiently in the sterile, white room for his lover to return. He was really quite scared of the procedure, just the thought of getting a mystery drug injected into his veins put him on edge. Sure, it cured all sickness, but he didn’t want to change himself for that! He didn’t want Phil to change, but he really did want what is best for him.

What if the Development played with your mind? What if it made you tell the complete truth the whole time? What if Phil didn’t actually love him? What if Phil just didn’t want to make him upset?

Dan was sure he would love Phil no matter what he looked like, but he couldn’t be sure if Phil reciprocated. It’s one of his main insecurities, that he was never good enough, his subscribers seem to think so, but Phil always tried to reassure him.

What was happening in that room? He wondered what sort of pain Phil might be feeling, what the needle felt like. He has seen the Development on the television numerous times, so he knows what it looks like, what it looks like being shot into people’s jugular vein.

He shuddered, and right on cue, Phil was led out of the room by a different nurse who smiled at Dan and assured him that everything went well, he was reacting well, and he should go through any changes that may occur within the next two weeks. She told him that not everybody is altered, and he nodded to show he was listening.

Phil took Dan’s hand in his as they both thanked the nurse and left the hospital.

“So how was it?” Dan asked curiously as they walked home.

“It was- fine, I guess. I mean, it was like your normal needle, just, it hurt a bit more,” Phil responded.

“Feel any different?”

“Apart from the burny feeling down my spine? I think I’m okay.”

They exchanged small talk while walking back to their apartment where they resumed their normal schedule. Get home at around seven thirty, make dinner, watch television and then edit. They then go to sleep in their bed, which used to only be Phil’s.

Phil tossed and turned during the night, which worried Dan. Was he reacting badly to the Development? Or was this just normal?

***

In the morning, Dan woke up to his alarm, as per usual, and so does Phil. He turned around to press the stop button and turned back around to face Phil. “You feeling okay?” He asked groggily as Phil smiled sleepily at him. “The Development is already working,” He continued and Phil’s eyes widened.

“Really?” He yawns. “Tell me?”

“Your eyes, they’re-”

“They’re what?”

“I’ll let you see,” Dan giggled and grabbed his phone off of the table beside the bed. He passed it to Phil who unlocked it and used its camera as a mirror.

“Whoa,” He murmured. “Purple? Or just the camera playing up?”

“No, it’s all real,” Dan said.

Phil’s normally blue eyes now had little flecks of royal purple in them, just specks, but still there.

“They’re so pretty, you’re so pretty, why can’t I be as pretty as you?” Dan groaned, rolling around sleepily on the duvet.

“Oh but you are,” Phil assured him, kissing him on the corner of his mouth before laying beside him.

***

The week soon passed. Phil’s eyes were now royal purple, with electric blue flecks. Dan was still in awe of his boyfriend, unbelieving of how he deserved such a wonderful person.

It’s Dan’s time for his Development shot. He’s terrified. He didn’t talk for the whole way over to the hospital. Even though he saw Phil get his done, he was still quite scared. What if something goes wrong? What if he gets altered so much, that he becomes unrecognisable?

Phil stopped him just before they walked into the waiting room. He tilted Dan’s cheek up and stroked down the side of his face. “You’ll be fine,” He reassured Dan.

Dan smiled awkwardly before going and sitting in the waiting room.

Internally, his emotions were in turmoil while his façade was calm. Phil knew this. He was sitting closer to Dan, with his hand resting on Dan’s knee.

Soon enough, his name was called and he followed a nurse into a white room, but not before waving goodbye to Phil.

Inside the room, there was a big chair, three small chairs, a doctor’s computer and four nurses. Dan sat in the big chair as he was told to by the nurses. He brushed his hair out of place so that they could access his neck.

“Now Daniel, if I remember correctly, you have some very weird DNA, correct?” The doctor asked and Dan shrugged in confusion, shaking his head. “Well that may cause altercations, but nothing major, don’t worry.”

“O-okay,” Dan stuttered. She smiled and nodded to one of the other nurses that was waiting by a trolley with hundreds of needles on it.

The nurse passed a singular syringe to the doctor, who wiped the tip with a strong-smelling sterile cloth. “This might pinch a bit,” she said sympathetically before inserting the metal into Dan’s vein. His fingers curled slightly as he winced, but the pain wasn’t worse than when he had his legs waxed. But Phil was right about the burning feeling.

After a long minute, the doctor removed the syringe and placed it in the bin in the corner.

“Just before you go, I’m obligated to let you know a few things. Development affects people physically that have wildly different DNA to the various base medicines, so we alter the vaccine slightly for different people so their DNA isn’t altered much. You are aware that the altercation are only minor, and some people don’t change at all due to a perfect match. But things that change aren’t really that life-changing. It doesn’t change your mind, only appearance. It may be the colour of your eyes, your hair, skin tone, and extremely rarely, your height changes. Your DNA is the least matched that we have had to deal with, so you may have to be prepared for something a little more radical, but not anything massive, like gender reversal. Maybe your height will change, or your appearance in more noticeable ways. But we can’t be sure. We at the hospital would like to keep you in for monitoring, but we need your permission of course,” The doctor explained.

“So you’re saying that the thing you just shot into my body is going to affect me more than everybody? You’re saying that I should stay here for ‘monitoring’? I would be your test subject?” Dan tried to keep calm, but it was a bit difficult when there was somebody trying to tell you that you should be their hamster.

“Well-” She began.

“I think I’ll pass thankyou,” Dan said, standing up quickly, but falling back down just as fast.

“Calm down, your body isn’t used to having this much liquid circulating, stand up slowly,” She instructed and Dan sighed. He stood up slowly, as she told him to.

She guided him out towards where Phil was waiting and launched straight into his outstretched arms.

“I’m so proud of you,” Phil whispered into Dan’s ear.

Dan smiled as Phil thanked the doctor and they left together. “So how was it?” Phil asked.

“Same as it went for you I’d guess. Did they tell you that you might have some rare blood type or something too?”

“What? No! Why? Did they tell you that?” Phil asked, alarmed.

“Yeah, but they said it was nothing to be worried about, just, I might change a bit more than the usual person. Quite a bit more. Doctor said I might get shorter or s'mthing,” Dan mumbled, holding his burning neck.

“Maybe I’ll be taller than you again then!” Phil joked, standing on his tip toes to emphasise his point.

***

Dan awoke with a start next to Phil the next morning. He felt odd. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced over at the clock, three hours until the alarm went off. He groaned a little before finding weird little flaps on top of his head. He withdrew his hand and looked confusedly at it. Was that what the Development did? What if the lumps were growing?

Dan tried to pull off the flaps, but only succeeded in causing himself pain. He eventually gave up and decided to stay in bed, maybe try to get some more sleep. He wrapped his arm around Phil and breathed in his strong scent. He instantly relaxed, forgot about the weird flaps on top of his head, and fell asleep.

***

The first thing Phil saw as their shared alarm went off was his dark haired companion shaking himself awake. He laughed slightly and turned off the alarm. He looked Dan in the eyes and smiled widely. “What? What is it?” Dan asked frantically, covering the top of his head with his hands.

“Your eyes are really pretty today,” Phil murmured as he fell onto Dan.

“What? Really?” Dan groaned, leaning over and looking at his phone for confirmation. “Oh my god,” he said, pulling down his cheek.

“So pretty,” Phil sighed, kissing him on the cheek. “The golden flecks are pretty too though.”

“Shut your face,” Dan laughed. “You want pretty? Go look in the mirror idiot!”

Phil smiled, burying his face into the junction of Dan’s neck.

***

Dan discovered during the day, that the flaps were in fact getting bigger. But he didn’t want to tell Phil. Phil would laugh. He would say that it’s nothing, even though Dan knows it’s not.

The flaps were not just thin layers of skin though, they were furry, and hollow. They were curved around the top of his skull, nestled in his hair.

Dan also discovered that his ears were getting smaller too. Were the flaps replacing them? Or was he going deaf in the weirdest way possible?

Another weird finding was that a bump of bone and skin was starting to grow on his coccyx. It was getting longer and much like the flaps, it was covered in silky brown fur.

***

The flaps got bigger day by day and Dan had to start wearing his ear-flap hat just so that they wouldn’t show. He still hadn’t told Phil, and Phil just assumed that he was going through a self conscious phase.

But Dan knew what they were now. He knew what the growth on his coccyx was now too. He was growing animal features. Probably cat features. The flaps were ears, the growth was a tail.

He was convinced that he only had so much time before he turned into a cat fully.

His tail grew until it looked like it was finished. It was about eighty centimetres in length and covered in long, smooth, brown fur. His human ears had completely disappeared and in their place, two perky cat ears stood up from his tangled hair.

Dan was terrified. He was scared that Phil would find out and find him weird. He was scared that Phil would leave him. Scared that he would be tossed out of the apartment like the abomination he is.

Disrupting his thoughts, Phil launched at him, pinning him to his bed.

“Daaaan!” Phil whined.

“Mmph!” He responded. Phil had taken his ability to form coherent sentences by pinning his face to his sheets.

“Sorry,” Phil giggled, allowing Dan to roll over and face him. He placed a playful kiss on the corner of Dan’s mouth. He sat up beside Dan on the bed, leaning his head on Dan’s shoulder. “What’s up?” He asked.

“Nothing-”

“Dan. Really? You expect me to fall for that?”

Dan groaned in response, leaning his head on top of Phil’s. The soft fluff of his hat brushing against Phil’s cheek making him snuggle closer.

“Not going to tell me?” He asked and Dan shook his head. “I will love you no matter how the Development changed you, don’t worry!”

“No, no you really won’t,” Dan laughed.

“Dan. I don’t care what you look like, you will always be beautiful to me. Take off your hat and tell me what’s wrong,” Phil asked and Dan moved away. His heart sunk when Phil asked him to remove his hat. There was no way he was going to do that. Phil wouldn’t like him, and he admits that is a bit selfish.

“Fine, fine but that does mean that I will have to tickle it out of you,” Phil says calmly and before Dan can register what was just said, Phil jumped on top of him, pinning him down with his knees on Dan’s forearms.

“No, you really don’t want to do this, Phil don’t, please don’t!” Dan begged.

Phil was utterly surprised at the fear in his boyfriend’s voice. Why was he so afraid? What was so important that he had to keep his hat on? Phil reluctantly got off Dan, who audibly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Th-thanks,” Dan said, watching Phil’s face fall. He was extremely glad that Phil didn’t push it further, but the look of disappointment in his eyes made Dan feel so guilty that he almost took his hat off himself.

“Dan, what’s going on? Is there something you need to say? Don’t worry, I will always love you no matter what. I’ve said it before, but to me, it really doesn’t matter how you look. You are always beautiful in my eyes,” Phil reassured him seriously.

“I-I I am so sorry, I c-can’t I know what you said, b-but it really doesn’t m-matter, it’s fine! I-I’m fine!” He stuttered a response. Feeling a tear well up in his eyes, he quickly wiped it away, praying that Phil didn’t see.

Phil saw.

He quickly wrapped his arms around the younger, pulling him close. “If it’s worth crying about, its worth me knowing,” Phil said supportively.

“N-no. It’s n-not. You w-would leave. Or make me l-leave. C-can we just drop i-it?”

“No. Dan. Listen to me,” Phil was shocked. That was why Dan wasn’t crumbling as usual. Dan was terrified. “I will not leave, and neither will you, unless you’re a serial killer. Then, actually, I really wouldn’t care as long as you love me. You do love me, right?”

“O-of course!”

“Then tell me, please!” Phil begged.

“Phil, I-I can’t-”

“Please?” Phil whispered.

Dan sighed reluctantly as he brought his hand to his hat slowly, pausing to see if it was what Phil wanted. Phil urged him to keep going, and so he did. Before he could back away, he lifted the fuzzy material off of his head and onto his lap. He looked away before he could meet Phil’s eyes. He felt his ears twitch from the new exposure and he fell face forward onto the bed, burying his face in the pillows. Hiding from the embarrassment.

“Whoa there! Dan? It’s okay! Is this what you thought that I wouldn’t like?” Phil asked. Dan groaned a response. Phil worked on uncovering his boyfriend. Dan let himself be dug up, but he didn’t move.

He just mumbled an unintelligible response.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said, just get it over with.”

“Get what over with?”

“The names, throw me out, insults, everything really. Throw it at me. I know you’re going to, just lay it on me. Put me out of my misery, please,” Dan sighed, anticipating what was surely coming next.

“I was going to say that you look very kawaii,” Phil assured him, watching his ears perk up slightly.

“Kawaii? Really?” Dan laughed sarcastically.

“Yes, you look extremely adorable, kitten,” Phil said shyly.

Dan rolled over onto his back, his tail pressing against the mattress uncomfortably. He shifted slightly, trying to make himself more comfortable and scrunching his face when it failed.

“Do you- er…” Phil stopped awkwardly.

“Do I -what?” Dan asked nervously.

“Erm, the Development made you- umm. Ears. Did it um- do anything else?” Phil mumbled.

Dan was hoping Phil wouldn’t find out about his tail, even though he thought it would be discovered first. Phil was indirectly asking if he was turning into a cat.

“N-no I’m just- you’ve seen m-my eyes. They got b-bigger, and my ears got r-replaced, but I’m not turning into a c-cat if that’s what you’re asking,” Dan stuttered, cursing his inability to keep secrets.

“That’s alright then. Do you have anything else you want to say, or show, or…?”

“N-no,” Dan stuttered, then sighed as Phil raised his eyebrow. “Yes. I-I er…” Dan stopped, sitting up and dipping his hand into his waistband on his hip. His fingers grasped his furry tail and eased it out from underneath his tight jeans.

Phil laughed slightly and Dan went crimson. He burrowed under his pillows and curled up, hiding himself from Phil’s stare.

“M'sorry,” Dan sighed. “Do you want the freak to leave?” He asked, feeling a tear streak down his face, not bothering to hide it as he knew Phil wouldn’t care. Why would he? Dan could feel Phil losing interest in him as he exposed his new features.

He was utterly shocked when he felt a scratch behind his ear, he nearly jumped out of his skin to be fair.

He promptly emerged from the pillows and ran into the bathroom, tail waving around frantically as he locked the door and sat, covering his face.

Why was he so fucked up? Why did this happen to him? Well, bad things happen to bad people, but did that make him a bad person? He was incredibly surprised when Phil took the news well. Dan was expecting abuse, and insults, and teasing, why didn’t Phil deliver? Why was he so supporting?

He must be trying to build up Dan’s hope, then shatter it into a thousand shards. Why would he even pretend to love such a failure, such a mistake, such a freak? He must have something devious planned, Dan assumed.

When he heard a knock on the door, he curled up in the corner and held his breath, hoping that Phil would leave.

“Dan? I know you’re in here love, please come out? I love you, please don’t ever ever doubt that!” Phil called, but Dan stayed put, not believing him. His ears were flat against his skull, he watched his tail shake, flicking back and forward until he held it close to him.

“I will get the key if I have to,” Phil sighed.

He must just really need the bathroom then, there’s no way that he would go to that much effort just for Dan, Dan thought. He sighed in relief as he heard footsteps going away, but it was soon repeated, in defeat, as Dan heard the lock rattling. He quickly smoothed his ears down and wound his tail around his waist.

Phil burst in and Dan just blinked at him. His tail was twitching, itching to move around. His ears were wanting to fly up as well, but he could just control them.

He sat beside Dan warily. “Love you,” He smiled lopsidedly.

“Don’t l-lie to m-me,” Dan responded, refusing to look at him in the eye.

Phil gasped a little before hugging Dan from the side tightly, never wanting to let go. Dan sat there, before noticing that his ears were raised in alarm and he quickly pressed them back down.

“Dan,” Phil gasped. “My god! Do really think-”

“Why would you? I’m a motherfucking freak. Look at you,” Dan argued, pointing at the mirror across from them, making Phil look. “You’re so gorgeous with your perfect purple eyes and perfect black hair and your perfect fucking face. Then you see me. Why would you want to love me?! I’m just the weird freak, always have been, always will be. Now this has just made it worse. Literally, you’re perfect. The development couldn’t make you any prettier than you already are! It gave you these eyes, perfect colour, just like they were. Development made me into a monster!” He sobbed quietly.

He unfurled his ears and his tail, but grabbed his tail to stop it from hitting Phil, as it surely would.

He buried his face in his knees while Phil sat in shock.

“Dan,” Phil said sharply. “Look at me.”

Dan was terrified. Phil was going to kick him out, wasn’t he? He couldn’t handle being stuck with a hybrid. He kept his face firmly planted in his knees until Phil pulled his head up to meet his gaze. But Dan averted his eyes.

“Look at me!” He murmured. Dan caught his gaze shamefully. He almost cried as he saw the gleaming purple eyes of the man that he thought didn’t love him anymore.
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, trust me. I love you with all my heart. I always will. I don’t care what you look like! I really don’t. And honestly, I think you look adorable bear. Absolutely fucking gorgeous. Don’t even try to protest, you are by far the most beautiful person I have ever seen, don’t you ever ever doubt that!”

Dan sighed at how good an actor Phil was. Seriously? How does he manage to keep up that act? Perhaps, it isn’t though?

He looked up at the mirror, seeing his puffy face reflected in the glass. His ears were almost flat against his head, his eyes were massive, they looked at least one and a half times the normal size, and they had fucking golden flecks. How could Phil love that ugly mess?

He buried his head in his hands and started to sob. How could Phil love him? Why did Phil love him? Why hadn’t he left yet? Why? Why? Why?!

“Dan I’m being completely honest-”

“NO YOU’RE NOT! HOW?! WHY?! You love this sobbing mess? You love this half-creature? You love this disgusting excuse for a human being- if that’s even what I am anymore?! Jesus Christ, I don’t know how you’re such a good actor, honestly, I would’ve left me by now. I’m just being stubborn and stupid. You can leave if you want to, I’m not stopping you, don’t feel an obligation to stay. I am only your friend, if you still want me as even that, because I’m assuming you won’t want a half-human anomaly for a boyfriend. I’m assuming you never wanted me for a boyfriend! Who would?! Look at this idiot! I’m going to assume you were just too nice of a person just to say no all those years ago. It’s okay. You’re free now. I’ll leave when you want me to-” Dan stuttered, sobbing between sentences.

“Dan, stop talking,” Phil cried. Dan turned to face him, shocked with the sight of Phil, face red and eyes glistening.

“I-I’m so sorry. I am so fucking s-sorry! I didn’t mean to make you c-cry! I swear! I am so so so sorry! Are y-you alright?!” Dan fussed, flattening his ears and tucking his tail in.

“No, no I am not. Dan. I do not want you to leave. You are not a 'half-human anomaly’ a 'freak’ or anything! Honestly. I am not an actor! I speak my feelings! Not nonsense, I swear! Jesus, you honestly felt like that? I am such a fucking idiot! I haven’t treated you right, have I? I don’t care that you have fucking different features to everyone on the planet! I think you look fucking amazing! I don’t know how you think differently! You look absolutely gorgeous, inside and out! You are the nicest person I know! You are the most beautiful person I know! You are the fucking sweetest boyfriend, the most amazing company to keep on lazy Saturday mornings! The fucking bomb in bed! Jeez, how do you feel like that! I’ve been so mean to you, you deserve so much more!” He sobbed.

Dan held back a snarky response and instead just nuzzled into Phil’s shoulder. “You are the best person in the whole world. I really don’t deserve anything close to you, I could just end up tainting you. I already have, you just swore.”

“Shut up Bear,” Phil said, hugging Dan close.

“I’m sorry,” Dan muttered into the protective folds of Phil’s hoodie.

“It’s okay,” Phil smiled sadly, starting to play with Dan’s hair. He ran his thumb over Dan’s new ears and watched as the brunet wriggled under his touch. He scratched behind Dan’s ear, he knew that cats liked that, he just assumed Dan would too.

After a little while, they moved to the couch and turned the television on for a little background noise. Dan curled up in Phil’s lap, his tail and ears on full show. Phil ran his fingers behind Dan’s ears again.

And Dan purred. Phil smiled and Dan snuggled further into him, his insecurities seeming to fade while with Phil and he was glad for the small break from the chaos of his mind.

Heartstrung - Part 6

                                       *** JUNE 18, 2017 - UPDATE ***

          I HAVE EDITED. THERE ARE NEW/EXTENDED SCENES AS 
          FOLLOWS:
        Part 5: New flashback scene, extended final scene and minor
          changes throughout.
        Part 6: Second half of previous chapter, with a new theory and
          extended final scene and minor changes throughout.
          Epilogue: Unchanged.


Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: NaLu
Rating: M - sexual content in future chapters

Summary: It’s been said that wherever you have/had a birthmark, is how you died in your past life. A scar that marks the fatal wound that killed you so you could be reborn again. It is also said that when/if you meet the person who killed you, you remember your past life and death and Lucy isn’t a big fan of the pink-haired man she’s run into. Soulmate AU. NaLu.

Link(s): Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

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Theory #3: Inflictors are born with the scars
                      acquired in their previous lives; the only ones carried
                       over are those gained at the hands of a member of
                            a soul-bonded pair—past, present, or future.

                                                              ~

She couldn’t remember screaming, but with how raw her throat was, she had to have been for awhile. At the paramedics when they moved Gray, Natsu and her father’s bodies, and again when they wouldn’t let her ride with them. At Erza when she refused to let her drive Gray’s cruiser, and instead stuffed her in the back of her own. At the doctors in the ER when they burst in to look for them. Again when they made her sit down to splint her wrist and check her head because she wasn’t the one who was dying right now.

She only stopped once Gajeel dragged her by the arm to the waiting room and sat her down in one of the chairs there. The cushions were plush, comfy. They’d have to be if you had an endless number of patient’s family members waiting for hours on end.

She hated it. She fucking hated it.

“Shouldn’t you be in a bed somewhere getting checked out?” Lucy glared at Gajeel, voice raw. Her anger was misplaced, she knew. It was unfair.

Gajeel knew that, and didn’t really care.

He shook his head and slumped down next to her, elbow on the arm of the chair, and the uninjured side of his head resting against his fist. He let out a long sigh. “Nah, they cleared me. No concussion. Damn miracle’s what it was.”

“Yeah, really,” Lucy let out a breathless laugh.

Her heart slowed, and with the lack of noise her head finally stopped yelling at her, but the silence of the waiting room pounded against her ears. She covered them with her palms and bent over to rest her elbows on her knees. It was too loud. It was too much.

She flinched away from the hand Gajeel rested on her back.

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princess--alice--xxx  asked:

Writing requests hu....how about a cinnamon roll OC human obsessed in the the supernatural and finds out Chrys is an Angel and he is annoyed but can't shoo her of because of an odd resemblance to Ciel and maybe him moving on OK that last part is not likely But Nari would ship them and maybe borrow some of her brothers aphrodisiacs

Ohhhh myyyy godddd I got so into this, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna write a follow-up to this >o<


“There’s always been something strange going on with that café… Hmm…” Sat opposite the café in question was a woman, looking in through the windows with a curious look in her eyes. “It has an odd atmosphere, and there always seems to be a different server for each customer that goes in… No café should have that many employees… And not to mention the people working there don’t wear uniforms, and they all act really… weird.”

She continued looking in, before one customer who walked out with one of the workers made her gasp with surprise. “That’s the weather guy! But… why is one of the café workers leaving with him? It’s only been open for thirty minutes so far today!” She then frowned, and decided to make her way over to the doors. Moments later, a purple-haired man stormed out of the building, followed by a woman with the same hair colour. With that, the person watching over the café hid behind a tree to see what was going on.

“Seriously, that Ciel… She just had to go out with that damn guy! She does know that she should be working now, and that she can only leave when he’s in trouble!”

“Chrys, calm down… Remember, she’s allowed to do that… You may be the boss, but your boss is her grandmother… And she is set to take over after her grandmother…” The woman sighed, until she shook her head. “You know what, fine… chase after Ciel if you want… Don’t come crying to me when you walk in on her kissing Lucas though!” The woman then giggled, and skipped back into the café and settled herself down on a chair behind the café.

So… the purple haired man was the café’s manager? Maybe he would have answers on as to why the café was so weird!

She started following the man quietly as he mumbled to himself. She was confused as to why he had to walk into an alley though… Yet, she still followed him and watched him.

He threw his fist at a wall, before growling as he shook his hand off. There were no grazes or blood from the punch… It was just a tiny bit red. She gasped with surprise as he then punched the wall with even more force than before.

“Fucking Ciel! I wish that human would have just stayed dead when I got him! She- She- She should be mine!” As he hit the wall once more, there was a sudden bright flash, and the woman’s jaw dropped.

Huge. Wings. On. His. Back.

“Oh my god-!” She jumped out and stood in shock as she stared at the ‘man’, before she stepped back as she started pointing. “Y- You- You have-!”

He turned to face her, and his eyes narrowed. She was wide-eyed as he then started walking towards her, muttering something under his breath. Once he had finished muttering, he started to smirk. She tried to run as he reached out for her wrist, but… “M- My feet! Wh- Why can’t I move my feet?!”

“Because I cursed you. You unfortunate thing. Humans aren’t supposed to know about our existence unless they have a guardian of their own…” He then pulled her into the alley with him, and glared. “Now, human… When I let you go… You have to promise me one thing, or else you will regret it.” He took hold of her chin, and pressed his forehead against hers. “You must tell nobody that angels exist… If you do… I will personally make sure that you lose your soul. Understand?”

The way in which his icy blue eyes pierced into her own dull green ones… They sent shivers down her spine, so she ended up nodding. “Now… I have to go and find a runaway employee.” He snapped his fingers, and simultaneously, his wings disappeared as she regained the feeling in her legs.

He then started walking to leave the alley, before he smirked. “And don’t believe that I won’t be able to find you if you do reveal our existence, Selena Bevan.”

She froze as he then left her line of sight… How did he even know her name?!

 



“There’s no point. I’m not going to be able to find Ciel, damn it…” Chrys had given up after two hours after initially heading out to find Ciel, and he angrily sat down in the café’s staff room. Nari glanced at him for a moment, before rolling her eyes.

“That’s odd, you’ve never given up this quickly, big brother… Hmm, I wonder what’s going on~”

“Just fuck off, Nari…” Chrys growled as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the room, before sitting back down. It was true though… He had given up earlier than he normally would have done. It wasn’t his fault that stupid human who had witnessed him changing forms had been playing on his mind. Normally though, he would simply have wiped the human’s memory if they witnessed him changing… But why did he leave that Selena alone, and just threatened her instead?

Maybe it was her similarities to Ciel in appearance…

Where Ciel would have had dark green eyes, this Selena had a pale green, with slight flecks of brown. Selena also had dark hair, but it was threw up messily rather than down her back, like was the case with Ciel… And not to mention the faces she pulled when he confronted her… They were so… Satisfying to him.

“Damn that human…” He then stared back up at the ceiling, until finally, Ciel walked into the room and groaned.

“Ugh, it’s just you in here? I’ll have to get Nari to come in with me then…” She growled, until Chrys shook his head and slouched further into his seat. “Tch, what’s the matter with you? Normally you would have pinned me against a wall by now getting pissed off that I’m not dating you. Are you ill or something?”

Chrys mumbled something quietly as Ciel then went over to the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of cola. “A fucking human noticed me change form.”

“Oh. Well, nothing you can do about that…” Ciel sighed, before giving him an odd look, and leaving the staff room. As she opened her bottle of cola, she went right over to Nari and pointed towards the door. “Is something wrong with your bother? He… He didn’t try to force himself onto me, which was… odd… and we had something almost like… a conversation. I’m scared!”

“He’s been acting odd all day… I’m concerned for him too.” Nari then sat down, and glanced out of the window. “Maybe… something happened?”

“He said that a human watched him change forms… Maybe… that’s what the matter is with him?”

“Hmm… Just leave it to me, I’ll do some investigating! Nobody knows my brother better than me, after all!”

 



“Angels… They actually exist… B- But I thought that they were all white robes, white wings, and halos! N- Not casual clothes, grey wings, and creepy glares like that guy! And not to mention he knew my name…” Selena had retreated to her apartment after her run-in with Chrys, and she was taking some time to let that sink in. “And if angels exist… Would that mean that demons exist? Ghosts?” Shivers went down her spine, before she went and turned her television on.

“And there’s that weather guy who was with the woman that angel was after!” She then changed the channel quickly, and she lay down on her sofa. “There’s like… no escape from them…”

Suddenly though, there was a knock on her apartment door. It made her flinch, because she feared that it was the landlord after overdue rent or something. She turned the TV off, before she quietly approached the door and peered through the letter box. There was a woman there… A familiar one.

The woman knocked on the door again, before she bit her lip. “Excuse me…? Is this where Selena lives…? I need to ask you something…” She then suddenly kneeled down, and realised that Selena was looking at her. “Hey there! Can we speak for a few minutes?”

Selena shrieked, and moved backwards away from the door. Holy shit, that was the woman she had seen speaking to that man before! She took a moment to pull herself together, before she then stood up and slowly opened the door. “Wh- What do you want…?”

“I need to ask you something… Am I allowed to come in for a few minutes? I’m Nari, by the way…” She whispered, before smiling as Selena slowly nodded and let her in. “I am so sorry about my brother… He threatened you, didn’t he?”

Selena was silent for a moment, before her eyes widened. “B- B- Brother?! Does- Does that mean you are an angel too?! Oh my god!” She continued staring at Nari as she snapped her fingers, and a pair of blue wings appeared on her back. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of shock and delight.

“Yes. We are angels. Everybody who works at that café is one… But that isn’t what is important. Chrys, did he… Did he do anything to scare you?”

“He said… That if I revealed the existence of angels… He would personally make sure that I lose my soul… Before he said my name, even though I never told him what it was… It was mysterious…” She then started messing with her fingers, and bit the inside of her cheek. It seemed that she was hiding what she really wanted to say to Nari.

The angel groaned then, before shaking her head and sighing. “That idiot!” She then fell silent, before giving Selena a solemn smile. “I tell you what… I’ll get him to apologise. Come to the café tomorrow, at about 10am. He’ll be waiting with a drink and to apologise…” Selena’s face turned bright red then, but she nodded.



Selena was anxious as she stepped into the café the next day, scared that Nari was really just setting her up to be taken out by that ‘Chrys’. However… Nari was waiting there with a smile on her face.

“Good! You’re here!” She then laughed, before she pointed to two drinks on the counter. “Unfortunately… My brother is being as stubborn as hell, and is now refusing to leave his apartment upstairs because he’s been acting strange since his run-in with you… So can you carry those two drinks? I’m going to make him apologise, and the two of you can talk over a drink.”

Selena bit her lip but nodded as she took hold of the two drinks, before Nari gestured for her to follow. “Now, in the staff room… Other angels will be in there, and in that room, we all take on our true forms, so don’t be afraid if you see people with wings there. They probably will ignore us too, so don’t feel afraid.”

The human nodded, before Nari led her through a door, and into the staff room which she had mentioned. There weren’t too many people in there, so it did ease Selena’s worries somewhat. But no wonder she felt something was up with this café, it was ran by angels!

Eventually, Nari stopped outside a door and started hammering on it. “Okay, you pain in the ass! If you don’t come out, I’m breaking the door down and sending that human you ran into yesterday in!” She shrieked, before suddenly, the door swung open. Chrys was stood there in a bit of a mess, with his hair tousled and his clothes ragged. His wings were also dragging across the floor.

Then… his eyes fixated on Selena, and they grew wide. Not to mention his cheeks became flushed. “Wh- Why have you brought her here, Nari?!” He then glared at his sister, until Nari pushed Selena forward with the two drinks.

“You two are talking things out. Chrys, you’ve been acting odd since yesterday. Both me and Ciel, as well as many others, are actually scared because of that! Just chat with her, kiss and make up and all that jazz!”

Once Selena was pushed up onto the stairs leading into Chrys’ apartment, Nari laughed and closed the door. Then she barricaded it. She then sat down on the sofa, and started laughing.

Ciel stared at her from across the room, before raising an eyebrow. “What have you done?”

Nari stopped laughing, before she smirked. “I know my brother, and it’s pretty damn obvious he’s crushing on that human. Whereas with you, it was an unhealthy obsession… I think he genuinely had ‘fallen in love at first sight’.” Nari then crossed her legs, and started grinning. “Not to mention I visited that Selena last night. Her language implied fear… But her body language implied longing. I mean, she started blushing when I mentioned her having a drink with Chrys!”

With a sigh, Ciel walked over to her friend and sighed. “No, I asked what. Have. You. Done?

“I laced their drinks with aphrodisiacs.”

Oh my god.”



“So… your name… is Chrys?” Selena questioned as she sat down in the lounge of Chrys’ apartment whilst he was pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair. “It’s a nice name…” She muttered, her eyes watching his each and every movement.

“Yeah, that’s my name. Now shut up for a moment, I’m trying to think.” He continued walking about, until he finally groaned and sat down beside her, and reached out for his drink. “Damn sister… If our parents were here, they’d have had something to say about this…” He then took a sip, and he froze. “Human… Are my wings still visible?”

“Huh…?” Selena peered at his back, before her eyes widened. “No.”

“SHIT!” Chrys stood up, before he stared at the drinks. “Nari’s laced it with something! I could tell when I tasted it that something was wrong!”

Selena then panicked, and spilled her drink on her lap. Then she winced because of the heat, and and she started shaking. Chrys stared at her for a moment, before he groaned. “Gah, come with me!” He then led her into the bathroom, before he started running cold water from the tap. “Grab a cloth and put that against your burn or something. I need to have a word with my sister…”

Carefully, Selena went and did as she was told, before Chrys returned to the bathroom with his fists clenched. Then, his hands relaxed, and he went and took over holding the damp cloth against her leg. “My sister has barricaded us in… We’re stuck in here until whatever she spiked our drinks with wears off, because I can send you home then.”

“Oh…” Selena whispered, before she then suddenly shivered. Though the burn was painful, the feeling of his hands sent shivers down her spine. “O- Oh…”

“Don’t make stupid sounds like that.”

“Don’t t- tell me what to d- do…” Selena mumbled, before Chrys had a thought. She was being very sensitive to his touch… would that mean… He then moved a bit closer to her, and wrapped his arm around her torso. She fidgeted quite a bit then, and his eyes widened.

“Aphrodisiac.”

“Aphro-what?”

“An aphrodisiac. That’s what Nari laced our drinks with…” He then stared at her, and took in her appearance. She did look good… Much better than Ciel… “Basically… It makes you feel much more aroused than usual, and makes it easier to turn you on…”

“Wh- What?!” Selena’s face was bright red as Chrys then stood her up and made her face him.

“You’ve for a choice… We stay far apart until the effects wear off… Or we risk all sorts happening if we remain near each other.” He took hold of her chin, and stared straight into her eyes like he had done in that alley. She didn’t seem able to answer his question. “And if you don’t make up your mind… I’ll decide for us.”

That human Lucas could have Ciel… He’s got his Selena now.

“Time’s up. And I’ve chosen staying near each other. I can’t just let a cutie like you slip through my fingers when I have the chance right here and now, can I?”

Request: Can you write where the reader is with Dean and she goes with him and Sam on a hunt and a shifter steals her identity without them knowing, kidnaps the reader, and takes her place so that it can get in with the Winchesters but they start to realize something is off and pick up on the little things that the shifter does that the reader wouldn't and they have to find the reader and when they find her the shifter, which got away, is already there and they can't tell them apart anymore?

You were so excited to hunt the shapeshifter! You’d never even seen one before. You excitedly walked through the sewers, trying to contain a smile. Dean walked beside you, quietly watching everything. “Stop smiling, it’s weird.” He commented.

“Oh, c'mon! This is so awesome!” You exclaimed.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Dean said.

“Please, you’re lucky you could get somebody as great as me.” You replied, bumping into him. He stumbled, laughing, then pushed you, making you stumble too. “Alright, truce.” You said, and Dean nodded, smiling.

You both went back into hunter mode, keeping an eye out for danger. You came up to a split in the sewers, two tunnels leading in opposite directions. “Should we split up?” You asked him.

“No, I like dating you.” Dean replied, smirking. You punched him jokingly in the arm, and he said, “Alright, yeah. We’ll meet back here in fifteen minutes, though.” You nodded and gave him a quick kiss goodbye, then went down your tunnel.

It didn’t look any different than the one you were just in. You followed the path, humming a little tune. You heard a loud bang come from ahead, and you ran, following it. 

You entered a wide space, pipes and tubes going in every direction. You didn’t see anybody, but that didn’t make you feel any better. You silently crept around, keeping your head on a swivel. 

You weren’t doing a very good job of looking everywhere, because only a moment after entering the room, something hard hit the back of your head. Everything went dark. 

You woke up what you imagined to be a few minutes later, hands tied behind your back, and you standing in front of you. Wait, what? You blinked a few times, just to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. You were standing directly in front of you, smirking. “I like your body.” You commented, looking at your arms and legs.

“Thanks?” You replied.

“Well, thanks for the new skin. I’ll be back every once in a while to feed you.” Other you said, leaving the tunnel. 

“Wait! What? Dean!” You shouted, struggling against your bonds. Shit.

*Third Person POV*

Dean stood at the entrance to the tunnel Y/N had gone down, debating if he should go after her. His tunnel led to a dead end, so he quickly turned around and came back. But Y/N still had five minutes. He wanted to go after her, but he also wanted her to know that he thought she was a good hunter. He was just about to go in, when Y/N herself walked into view. “Hey!” He greeted her, pulling her into a hug. 

It took her a second to hug back, which was a little weird, but she said, “Hey!” In a cheerful tone.

“Find anything?” Dean asked.

“Nah, dead end.” She answered.

“Same. Maybe Sam found the shapeshifter.” Dean suggested, turning around.

“Maybe.” Y/N said, following Dean. Dean didn’t see the smirk that spread over her face. 

Y/N and Dean walked out of the sewers, and saw Sam leaning on the Impala. “Find anything?” He asked.

“Nope, you?”

“Nope. What now?”

“I guess we’ll just go back to the motel and try again tomorrow.” Dean suggested, opening the door to the Impala. He hopped in, and Sam went to the passenger side, but Y/N was already there, opening the door.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked.

“What?” She asked in reply.

“I sit in the front.” Sam informed her.

She was quiet for a moment, obviously thinking. “Oh, right! Sorry.” She chirped, jumping in the back. Sam watched after her, a little concerned. She never did that before. 

It didn’t take long to get back to the motel, and everybody jumped out, heading to the room. Dean tossed his bag under the table, and jumped on the bed, kicking his shoes off. “Dibs on first shower.” Sam called, heading straight to the bathroom. Y/N stood in the doorway, looking around. 

“You coming in?” Dean teased.

“Oh, yeah.” She replied, closing the door. 

“Are you feeling okay?” He asked, concerned. 

“Yeah.” She replied, sitting on a chair by the table. That was weird. Whenever Sam took a shower, she and Dean cuddled and did all the gross coupley things they couldn’t do with him in the room. Dean watched her, concerned, but didn’t say anything. 

*Few hours pass*

“What should we do for dinner?” Sam asked.

“It’s Y/N’s turn to choose.” Dean informed him, looking to her.

“Um, Chinese food.” She said. 

Dean looked at her, confused. “You hate Chinese food.” He stated.

“Oh, right! Um, I meant Mexican.” She quickly said. 

“I’ll look it up.” Sam offered, watching Y/N closely. 

They found a restaurant and went there quickly. Dean got tacos, Sam got an enchilada, and Y/N got a fajita. They all scarfed their food down. Nobody talked much, which was very strange. Y/N usually made sure that everybody talked about their day, it was a little tradition she had. 

That night Dean didn’t remind Y/N that they usually share a bed, and she jumped on the couch. Sam noticed too, but didn’t say anything. Y/N didn’t suspect anything was wrong, as far as she was concerned, she was playing the part wonderfully. 

Sam started snoring, and soon Dean’s breathing was low and rhythmic. Y/N threw the covers off her, grabbed a jacket, and left the motel. The real Y/N needed food.

Sam and Dean jumped out of bed the second the door closed. “You think she’s the shifter?” Dean asked.

“Only way to find out is follow her.” Sam stated, throwing on pants. Both brothers were out the door only a minute after Y/N.

*Normal POV*

You heard footsteps and you heart sped up. “Help!” You shouted.

“Sorry, it’s me! Or, rather, you.” Not you said. 

“Sam and Dean will kill you.” You promised.

“Oh, honey, they think I’m you! They have no idea!” Not you exclaimed, smiling proudly. 

“Bitch.” You growled.

“I know you are but what am I?” Not you replied childishly. 

Not you pulled out a little baggie of McDonalds, and moved towards you. She took out a big mac, and held it close to your mouth to eat. You turned your head, going on a hunger strike. “Hey, you’re lucky I’m giving you food at all! Do you think I need you?" 

"Yeah, so you can get my memories! I know how it works.” You informed her, rolling your eyes. 

“You-” Not you started to say, but quickly stopped and listened. You heard more footsteps, and you thought your boys were coming to save you! But, not you thought the same thing. She threw the burger to the ground, and untied you. Then, she messed up her hair and started panting. Sam and Dean entered the opening a moment later. 

“Y/N!” Dean shouted.

“She’s the shifter!” Both you and not you said at the same time. 

“Bitch!” You growled.

“You’re the monster!” Not you yelled back.

“Dean, it’s me!” You shouted at him.

“She’s trying to trick you!” Not you urged Dean.

“Are you serious?” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes at Not you. 

“Which one?” Sam asked, having absolutely no idea which was the real you.

You saw the gears in Dean’s head turning, and he asked, “When was the first time we had sex?” He asked.

“Your birthday two years ago!” Both you and not you shouted. 

“Shit.” Dean muttered. “Who’s your favorite superhero?” He asked.

“Batman!” You shouted. The other you didn’t say anything. “Got you bitch!” You shouted, pumping a fist in the air. 

The other you, knowing she was caught, lunged at you. She grabbed your shoulders and tore your shirt a little. You brought her to the ground, rolling and pulling each other’s hair. It was dirty, but you didn’t have a lot of options. 

“Stop moving!” Dean begged.

You pushed not you away, and stepped towards Dean. He didn’t know if you were the real you, and moved his gun to you. You’re not gonna lie, it hurt. You understood that there was no way for Dean to tell the two of you apart, but you still felt a little betrayed at the gun being pointed at you. “Dean..” You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. 

Dean glanced between you and not you, then moved his gun to not you and fired, hitting her square in the chest. She was dead before she hit the ground. 

“Oh thank God.” You muttered, running into Dean’s arms. “How did you know?” You asked him.

“Are you kidding? The second I aimed the gun at you I knew it was you.” He stated. You crashed your lips to his, proud that he knew you so well.

“I’m standing right here, you know.” Sam informed you. 

“What? You wanna kiss too?” You teased.

“It wouldn’t hurt.” He joked back, winking.

“Just for that, Y/N and I are having sex in the motel. And we’re loud.” Dean threatened. Horror filled Sam’s eyes, and he quickly walked out of the tunnel. Dean wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, and escorted you back to the motel.

(I hope you like it!)

aLRIGHt kakagai week day 6: date 

it’s sad at first but it ends happy i promise

there aren’t any ‘real’ dates in here but hey they celebrate their anniversary twice, also kakashi is blind because that was a cool idea back when naruto didn’t heal them all

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They were in the middle of a war, they were dirty with blood and dirt and sweat, they were dead tired in body and soul. And it was the last time they danced. 

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An: for the sake of the love I have for this ship and characters, I’m going to pretend that that last scene in 4.15 where Felicity simply stop mid-sentence into one of the most important conversations of her life, and then just gets up and walks away without even finishing talking… yeah, I’m gonna pretend that didn’t happen. I just… please, allow me this indulgence. It’s so fucking stupid it hurts me.


Basic

Alone  Regret  Insufficient  Inquietude  Jealousy  Cannibalism  Unshakable Livid  Desolation  Panic  Deep-Seated  Incessant

When your phone chimes with her ringtone, you swear your heart drops. You get so distracted you don’t dodge and Diggle clocks you right in the face. He looks apologetic immediately, but you’re already moving to your phone, one side of your face feeling hot and the other ice cold.

You pick up on the third ring, get ready to say hello. To say her name. Anything. But once the line is open, the drowning takes and you can’t form any words. You don’t know what to say even as your heart keeps bouncing between your ribs and your spine, blood pounding in your ears so loud you think you might not hear her when she speaks (if she speaks) so you push the phone against your ear harder.

But you don’t know what to say and silence seems as oppressive as the push of water 10 feet under the surface.

“Hey.”

You angle the phone away just a bit as you take in a harsh breath. “Hey.”

You’ve known many kinds of silences in your life. The kinds that hurt and need to be filled. The kinds that are heavy with fear and every sound that cuts through them is a jump up your spine. You’ve known silence for days, having uttered no word for weeks. You’ve known all that.

You’ve also known silence can be comfort. It can mean togetherness of purpose, of understanding. It can be that you can be left alone without needing to be lonely. Silence that never feels like it needs to be filled with anything, because everything needed can be said with a look. With her you’ve known silence that falls at the end of a night you’ve spent talking till dawn.

But this kind of silence between you now is different.

This silence needed to be broken. You couldn’t take it. The questions swarmed the inside of your skin, pushing and you just couldn’t let it be. (one call and you forget all that you told yourself you needed to learn. You’re so easy, really. Hopeless)

“Felicity.”

(truly so – all that you feel, all that bursts in your head is right there in your voice and the way you say her name. you wish you could teach yourself another way, but there simply hasn’t been enough time to unlearn that)

She’s less careful than you are. Less practiced maybe: you hear the sharp breath she takes, the sound the phone makes when she puts it down heavily and just leaves it there.

You close your eyes, hand gripping the back of your neck as you sit down. She hasn’t hung up yet. You won’t either.

“I stood up today.”

She says it hastily, her voice almost toneless. Like she’s crossing off a chore from the list.

It hits you like a brick to the back of your head. Literally takes your breath away. If you hadn’t been sitting, the impact of those words would have made you lose your balance. The floor shifts enough as it is.

“Oliver?”

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Your eyes are burning and this time you know it’s not from exhaustion. You feel like you have to swallow down your whole heart that is trying to clog your throat just so you can say something.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here, I just… You…”

It worked. The farfetched miracle born of an insane idea of a genius with too many flunked inventions worked. And you missed it.

Felicity’s incredulous laugh comes at bit choked, a bit like she can hardly believe it.

“Yeah.” And this time her little sniffle isn’t even subtle and you find yourself rubbing at your chest just a little bit because the hurt is so real your instinct is to try to soothe It away. But you can’t.

“I mean, it was for like, three seconds so it’s not like I walked.” You can practically see her roll her eyes at herself, ever so impatient, shaking her head and twisting her lips in a little moue of displeasure. You can see her so clearly you have to close your eyes. “And it actually hurt a bit, but that’s normal apparently…”

“What?” You straighten in your chair, tense and halfway to getting up to go to her before you remember you can’t.

You clear your throat. “Are you…are you okay?”

You hear her take another deep breath. She’s bracing.

“Yeah.”

Didn’t brace enough. Her voice shakes.

“Yeah, I’m ok.” She repeats. Every emotion in her voice brushes up against you like a warm hug and you let your head fall forward, push the phone against your ear harder.

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry I called, I just…” You shake your head and close your eyes, pass a hand over your face. “I know that we’re… and that I was the one that…” you can actually hear her jaw snap shut and you know she’s pursing her lips hard, angry at herself. “I just wanted you to know. I know you’d want to know.”

“I’m glad you called.” You’ve never been more glad in your fucking life, but that’s another story. You adjust your voice to match her whisper without even noticing you’re doing it. You speak your next words with all the solemn gratitude you are capable of. “Thank you for telling me.”

(and you think back at that morning maybe four months ago, when she finally made an omelet that she didn’t burn to a crisp and called you immediately, squealing, probably jumping a little up and down. and you remember that warmth that flooded your veins when you realized that being the first person she wanted to talk to when something happened to her was the best gift you’ve ever been given and the most basic form of love)

“I’m really happy for you, Felicity.”

You really are. Happy doesn’t even begin to describe it. The weight that lifts from your shoulders is so tangible that for a moment you’re shocked. You don’t realize what’s wrong with you, what changed. You don’t realize the guilt, the misery it entailed, had been so heavy, so real, that the absence of it surprises you and throws you of balance, before you understand that this thing you’re feeling – it’s what being is like when, your mistakes aren’t having you for dinner.

“I have to go now.”

You nod. The tears in her voice are as real as the ones swimming in your eyes and you already know this phone call lasted too long as it is.

“Okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye Felicity.”

You sit on her chair for a while after and only move when Digg comes by with an icepack and a glass of whiskey. You take both.

Can't Sleep

Luke: I woke up and glanced at the clock, seeing it was 2 in the morning, and the bed was empty beside me. I groaned, getting up and walking down the hallway to the little soundproofed practice room, knowing that’s where Luke would be. I pushed the door open to see my boyfriend sitting in the office chair, strumming his acoustic guitar lazily. I went over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind.

“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t mean to wake you!” He said, startled.

I shook my head. “You didn’t, but I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “I can’t sleep.”

“Is something wrong?” I asked, squeezing him tighter and lightly kissing his neck.

“I’m writing this song and I can’t get this stupid note right and I told the guys I’d have it ready tomorrow.” He admitted, biting his lip.

I sighed and gently removed the guitar from his hands, setting it down, moving to sit in his lap.

“Babe, you need to sleep. I’m sure the guys would rather have you well rested. It’s just one note, they can help you tomorrow.” I kissed his jaw. “Come to bed and sleep.”

“But-“

“Luke, you barely sleep when you’re on tour. Home is the time to sleep.”

Luke sighed, but stood up with me in his arms, walking us back to the bedroom, and laying down in the bed. I cuddled close to his side as his eyes drooped closed.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.” He whispered.

“Probably collapse from lack of sleep.” I joked, closing my own eyes. But I made sure to stay awake long enough the hear Luke’s quiet snores filling the room.

Calum: The call came at exactly 3 in the morning his time every night, wherever he was, so it wasn’t a surprise when my phone rang in the afternoon for me, and Calum’s face appeared on the screen. I sighed, answering the phone.

“Hood, you’re going to have to learn to sleep on your own eventually.” I said by way of greeting.

“I know, babe. But I just can’t seem to fall asleep when I’m away from home.”

I sighed, knowing that not falling asleep at a normal hour was taking its toll on him.

“Okay, so what will it be tonight? Do you want to watch the same movie at the same time again?”

“No, we did that last night.”

I sighed, running out of ideas.

“Do you want me to read my book out loud to you?” asked, looking down at the book in my lap that I had previously been reading.

“Yes, please! I just like to hear your voice. It makes me feel at home.”

My heart melted at those words, and I grinned.

“I love you, Calum, you know that?”

“I love you too, Y/N. Now commence book reading, I want to fall asleep by 4 tonight.”

Michael: I woke up at 2 in the morning to no Michael beside me and the sound of video games coming from the living room. I sighed and made my way into the room, plopping myself on Michael’s lap.

“Sorry if I woke you.” He mumbled softly, focused on the game.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, knowing full well that he was stressed out about something.

He shrugged and I sighed, curling up in his arms, knowing he would talk to me if he wanted to. After a little while of me watching him shoot zombies, he suddenly paused the game and looked down at me.

“I just… I don’t want to sleep because if I go to sleep then I wake up in tomorrow, and then I’m closer to going away again. I don’t know, Y/N, I just really like being able to be home and play video games in my underwear and hang out with you and be a normal person, y’know? It makes me happy, not that touring doesn’t make me happy, but it’s different, and I want to spend my time at home doing that, not sleeping. I can sleep on tour, but we rarely get free time to do anything else.”

I sighed, kissing his jaw bone lightly.

“Okay, baby, I get it. Just… promise me you’ll at least sleep later, because I love you, and one thing that makes me happy is cuddling with you and sleeping, okay?”

He laughed, kissing the top of my head.

“Okay, deal.”

“Good. Now, since you’ve woken me up, you might as well hand me a controller and add me in this game.”

Ashton: I had just visited Ashton on tour, and coming home from another country had left us both succumbing to jet lag. We were both wide awake at 4 in the morning, unable to sleep and bored out of our skulls.

“What should we do?” I asked my boyfriend.

He shrugged, and I sighed, throwing myself down onto the couch next to him dramatically.

“There’s not even anything on TV.” He grumbled. I laughed. “Hey, I have an idea!”

Ashton sprung up from the couch and grabbed my hand, pulling me up and out the door.

“Where are we going? It’s 4 in the morning!” I whined.

“Hush!” Was all Ashton said before he started driving. I held his hand in mine, kissing his knuckles every so often as he drove. We got to the beach right when sunrise was happening.

I grinned wrapping my arms around my boyfriend’s neck.

“Well, isn’t somebody romantic.” I teased. He blushed lightly and leaned down to kiss me gently underneath the sunrise. We watched the sun completely come up, both taking photos for Instagram, before Ashton’s stomach grumbled.

“Alright, babe, let’s go great breakfast.” I suggested, looping my arm through his.