AsphyxiationWhen things turn to shit,
I'll be here.
I may not know you well,
But I've put up with problems
My entire life, and I can help.
I don't care if we don't talk.
If you have problems you're afraid to take on alone,
I'll help you face them.
We all have demons;
Personal flaws, family issues.
Some of us don't even have spines.
But I'll shed my blood
To safe a life;
Even if that life belongs to a stranger.
So please, if you're hurting;
If you're scared, or alone,
Or life has buried you six feet under and you can't breathe.
I'm always here.
My door is always open,
And I'm always ready.
Please, don't face your demons alone.
Ask for help when you need it.
I wish I had, when help was still available.
You don't want to be like me.
This Has to Stop (Joey/Adrian) "Adrian, this isn't healthy!"
"Do I look like I care?"
"No, and that's what's bothering me!"
"Don't worry about it..."
"Of course I'm going to worry about it, idiot!"
Joey had caught her boyfriend, Adrian, out of the side of the road, hungover, penniless, and smoking a cigarette. With a sigh, she'd pulled over and dragged him into her car, driving back to her home and scolding her on the way. She'd slowly gotten worked up, and ended up yelling. Adrian wasn't too happy about it. Loud sounds didn't exactly help his headache.
"Shut up already." That was the straw that broke the camel's back. She'd pulled over quickly, putting the car in park and crossing her arms over her chest. She'd been having a rough day as it was, and wasn't going to take any of his crap. He slowly looked over, glaring slightly at Joey. She glared right back. "Why'd you stop? I want to go home."
Grins and Giggles (Tee X Fred) Tee was strolling Diagon Alley, hugging her Gryffindor robe closer to her body in hopes of warming up a bit. It was a cold winter in England, but that didn't stop her; she was on her way to meet up with her boyfriend, Fred Weasley, at Sugarplum's Sweets Shop. The two were going to go shopping for a bit and grab a bite to eat, then go somewhere Tee wasn't sure of. Fred had told her he had a surprise for her.
She smiled and nodded at familiar faces, though trudged ahead without stopping in hopes of warming up soon. At least there'd be heat at the shop. As she approached, she glanced at the small crowd in front of the building, spotting Fred almost instantly. She bounded up to him, and he quickly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, grinning. "Hello, my little bludger." Tee chuckled.
"Hi, Freddie." She leaned into him, trying to warm up. He noticed, holding the door open for her.
"Let's get this started, shall we?"
Worth Melting For (Jack X Catherine)
Days were flying by fast for Catherine Fawkes as one of her holidays was approaching. Independence day was coming up soon, and she couldn't wait. The only thing that could make her sober a bit was the nervousness caused by thinking whether or not something would go wrong. She had good reason to.
Lately, Jack Frost had made a point to make it flurry all over America, and she worried what he'd do when the big day finally settled in. Knowing him, there was a fifty-fifty chance of a freak snowstorm. Catty was just a tad unsure.
Thankfully, she'd been noticing a trend in the weather; the flurries seemed to be coming in fewer and farther between, so she still had hope that, come the Fourth, the weather would be nice and everyone could enjoy the fireworks. She decided to visit Burgess that year; they tended to have an awesome display. Well, that and the fact that she could almost certainly request a lack of snow from the king of snow himself. Jack seem
Don't Ignore Me! (England X Reader)
You sat on the couch, perched on the edge and dipping at a cup of Lukas's special coffee. You enjoyed the creamy butter melted in the blend. It was good, if a bit odd. Emil accompanied you, leaning into the comfy cushions and munching on twists of black licorice. He had offered you one earlier, but you politely turned him down. Licorice had a habit of making you sick.
You had come to the house earlier that day, having been invited by Lukas. He, Arthur Kirkland, and Andrei Kogalniceanu were meeting to discuss things; you know, magic-things. You had wanted to sit in during the meeting to find what they found so fascinating about your world, but they refused to let you in the room. You were stuck out in the living room with Emil.
You wiggled around; you were tired of waiting for the men to finish. Emil wasn't great company. He and Mister Puffin were very quiet, mindlessly watching some comedy show on the television and mostly ignoring your pr