and my mums business is good


For the anon whom I promised Niall fluff to the other day: this is my gift to you. ❤️

“But Niall, look at her!

You were cradling your newborn baby girl in your arms as you looked at your husband, distress coloring your features. Your baby was fast asleep in your arms—she had your lips and Niall’s nose, and a mixture of both your stubbornness.

She was a tough baby, in the sense that it had been incredibly difficult to get her used to any kind of sleep schedule. She cried at all hours of the night and had a very difficult temperament at that time, so you took the whole “when baby’s sleeping mom should be sleeping” thing very seriously.

You had to admit, caring for a baby was difficult. You and Niall had never felt exhaustion like it before—you had been sleeping in no more than three hour increments for the past two months, and it was all catching up to you. You had bags under your eyes like never before, and sometimes it took everything you had inside of you to keep up a simple conversation. Sometimes you would walk into the kitchen, baby in your arms, and catch your husband half-asleep as he brewed the coffee.

It took it’s toll on the both of you, but it was completely worth it.

“C’mon babe, give’er to me,” Niall reached for the baby in your arms, causing you to huff stubbornly.

“Don’t wanna,” you complained, cradling her closer to your chest and nuzzling your nose against the top of her sleeping baby head.

You had been cooped up in the house ever since your daughter had been born. It had been two months since you stepped foot out of your home—you gave your one hundred percent into motherhood, and you were getting the hang of taking care of your baby for sure. But there were times when Niall would have to kindly remind you to shower, or make you eat something before going to sleep because you hadn’t eaten anything all day.

You were drained, and it had been so long since you’d done something for yourself. Which is why Niall had scheduled this brunch with one of your best friends.

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This time of year is always hard for me. Not only is it my birthday, but the anniversary of my father’s death. A couple of years ago I wrote a story about it, and so for my own selfish reasons, I’m reposting it. It helps, believe it or not. 


~February 22, 2010~

Sherlock was just about to knock on Molly’s office door to ask for her assistance in the path lab when he heard a strange sound coming from the room. He really didn’t need her help, but Dr. Stamford had made himself quite clear that while Sherlock was allowed access to the facilities, it wasn’t without restriction and he would have to be supervised. He had only been out of rehab for eight months and had finally gotten the attention of Scotland Yard for his assistance with a murder investigation that would have frankly gone cold, had it not been for him. His new relationship with Barts and the powers that be was all too tenuous to muck up, just yet. He had no choice but to grin and bear it, as it were.

He didn’t know Dr. Molly Hooper very well, she seemed competent enough, certainly more intelligent than most of the half-witted idiots that surrounded him. It also didn’t hurt that she made a damn fine cup of coffee and followed his instructions to the letter, that is when she wasn’t stuttering and blushing like a teenager. But now, she was behind a closed door… crying. How was he to handle this?

He wasn’t fond of crying. He knew very little about the pathologist, but he was certain if he marched into her office while she was in the middle of a crying jag she’d be even more of a blushing, stammering mess than usual. In the end he decided that his experiment could wait until tomorrow. He turned on his heels and left.

~February 22, 2011~

Sherlock sat at his preferred microscope looking at abnormal plant cells when Molly came in looking worse than normal. They hadn’t spoken very much since the Christmas incident, but when they had it seemed that things were back to normal. Surely she didn’t think he was going to melt at the sight of her in that awful dress and overly done hair and make-up? He was slightly confused by his guilt, however. Why did he still have an odd feeling in his stomach every time he looked at her? He couldn’t figure it out, and he hated not being able to figure something out.

She came in carrying a stack of files, paying no attention to him whatsoever, then tossed them on the counter. She then picked up something from the corner of the room, retrieved the files and scurried out of the room, without so much as a glance in his direction. Clearly she was still upset. He didn’t want to have to do it, but if her emotional state was going to affect their working relationship, he’d just have to address the situation once again. He finished what he was working on then went to find her. He deduced that she’d be in her office.

That was where he found her an hour later. He heard her sniffle as he approached the door. He rolled his eyes once before knocking, reminding himself not to do that in her presence – living with John Watson did have its advantages – John was constantly reminding him that the general public didn’t like his patronizing eye rolls.

“Come in,” he heard Molly croak out. She clearly had been crying for some time, as her voice sounded hoarse and strained.

He walked in and immediately felt the guilt once again. This is getting very old, he thought. “Molly, I thought perhaps we should talk,” he said with a sigh.

She wiped her eyes as she stood up, then she removed her lab coat and cleared her throat. “Oh, ah, Sherlock- um did you need me for something? I was just getting ready to leave.”

“Yes, you’re clearly upset and…” He paused and looked at her desk. She had her bag sitting atop a blanket. Perhaps this has nothing to do with me, he thought. “Well, if you’re leaving then I’ll just speak with you some other time.”

“Are you sure? Is it very important?”

Not about me at all, then. “No, no. It can wait.”

“If you’re sure.” She put on her coat and picked up her things.

Sherlock was at a bit of a loss. He was certain that she was still emotionally distraught over the Christmas party. He had no idea what she was actually upset about and for some reason, he wanted to find out.

“Well, I’ll see you… later, then,” he said, then he turned and left her office. He didn’t go far though, just hid out of Molly’s sight and waited for her to leave. There was a mystery a foot and he decided he would solve it. He had no case and his experiment was finished, not to mention his curiosity had been piqued. And there was still that lingering feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach, even though her current mood had nothing to do with him or his Christmas cruelty- no honesty... he hadn’t been cruel, had he? Uncalled for perhaps, yes, that would do.

He followed her to the Tube, staying a safe distance away, then sat down several seats behind her. She kept her head down, not noticing anything around her whatsoever. It was shockingly easy to follow the pathologist. He was disturbed by the amount of attention she paid to her surroundings, which was next to none. He considered trying to ‘gift’ her self-defense lessons, but decided that perhaps he should just ask Mycroft to assign her a security detail instead.

Soon enough she stood up and he once again followed as she walked through the crowds. He thought he would have to intervene at one point when she very nearly stepped in front of a lorry, but she looked up just in time to jump back to the curb. She finally (carefully) crossed the street and entered a cemetery.

Within five minutes Molly had found what she was looking for. Sherlock tucked himself behind a nearby tree, close enough to see her and hear her, but obscured from her sight (not difficult considering her poor observation skills). She spread the blanket on the ground at the end of the grave and sat down. It was a cold day but not wet, thankfully.

Sherlock waited and listened. She didn’t speak for several minutes, she was crying softly. Then finally…

“Hi Daddy. Sorry it’s been so long, work’s been… well work.” She sniffled. “I should have visited sooner but… oh and sorry about my little breakdown at Christmas. That was uncalled for. This year was, as you know, a tough one. I won’t go through that again, you don’t need to hear about all that rubbish with Sherlock over and over. He’s, of course, acting like nothing happened. Don’t know what I expected.” She fished a tissue out of her pocket.

“Sometimes, like today, I feel so lonely, Daddy. It would be nice to have someone just to…” She didn’t finish the sentence, instead she cleaned her nose and took a deep breath. “I used to love my birthday. But now… No one knows, I don’t want them to know, but…” She paused and blew her nose again. “I told Mike when I started not to mention it and he’s been good about it. He’s a good man Daddy, a good boss.” She started crying harder.

“I called Mum. She’s… well she’s worse. She wasn’t very kind. Didn’t want to see me, so…”

There was a long pause filled with soft whimpers and sniffles. Sherlock knew he was witnessing something completely personal and private, he knew he had no business being there, but his feet were rooted to the spot. The guilty feeling in his stomach had been replaced with something so distractingly foreign, he couldn’t begin to name it. He couldn’t, however, take his eyes off of the petite woman in front of him.

It was her birthday, of course. He didn’t care for his birthday, none whatsoever, but some people, he was aware, did. She was sad and lonely and seeking comfort from her father’s grave. For a split second, he wished he were the kind of person that could go to her and wrap his arms around her. He wished he had words of comfort and kindness to end her sadness. He wished he knew how to make Molly Hooper happy, if for only a moment. But he wasn’t that kind of person and he had no idea how to heal her hurt, so he watched as she finished visiting with her father, then picked herself up. She folded the blanket, put her bag on her shoulder then walked to the grave marker and pressed a kiss to her fingertips then to the stone. As she walked away, Sherlock walked out from behind the tree and closer to the headstone.


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December 25th

“For the love of God!”

Remus Lupin kicked the tire of his car with all the rage that had been building up in him for the past half an hour. Granted it was his fault, he hadn’t listened to what they said on the news about snow but it was Christmas and he had to get to his family or his mother would break his legs like chopsticks. Hope Lupin was a small woman but a force to be reckoned with when it came to family dinners. However, Remus’ car wasn’t afraid of Hope’s wrath, it’s tires had given up long ago but Remus had only now pulled the car over. Remus checked his phone but it was dead, too, it was a Christmas miracle that everything went so wrong. He looked around at all the pretty houses around him, all of them lit up and adorned with red and gold, laughter audible from each one except for one that was a bit down the road. The house looked beautiful but it wasn’t festive at all, the lights were on but there wasn’t anyone inside celebrating Christmas.

Remus hated asking people for help and the fact that it was Christmas night made his decision even harder, so he took a deep breath before he bowed his head down a little to keep the snow from getting to his face, it was so cold that each snowflake burned his already fragile skin.

He stood in front of the house before he knocked twice, he started cleaning the snow off of his brown coat, as he was bend over cleaning the snow from his pants the door opened and Remus made the mistake of looking up, it was a mistake because he almost fell down when he saw the ethereal creature that opened it.


“I- I’m,” mumbled Remus as he straightened himself before opening his mouth again, he saw the corner of the lip of the creature curl up. “I was wondering if I could use your phone–” 

Remus showed the dead phone in his hand to the angel that was standing before him with sweatpants on and his hair in a bun. He had pale grey eyes and the blackest hair you can imagine, his cheekbones were like stairway to heaven. He was holding a whiskey glass in his pale hands and he raised his perfectly shaped brow before inviting Remus in with a nod..

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas, I just–”

“Do I look like I’m celebrating, mate?” interrupted the sweatpants god, he tugged a loose lock of his hair back into his flawless messy bun. “I generally learn people’s names before I let them into my house.”

“I- yeah, sorry. I’m Remus,” he replied, as he took his scarf and coat of because it was really very hot inside. “So about that phone?”

“Aren’t you in a rush Remus? Just when I was getting happy that I won’t be spending another Christmas alone,” he smiled as he showed the phone standing on a marble stand just a few feet away. “Thanks for asking by the way, I’m Sirius.”  

How could he be so thick? He forgot to ask the Greek God his name which was partly his fault because Remus literally forgot how to breathe let alone talk every time he looked at Sirius. Now that Remus thought about it, with a name like that, this man could be an actual Greek God.

“I’m sorry, I was just in a rush I guess,” he said as he stared at the phone in his hands.

“Stop saying sorry for everything you do, please call who you must and tell them you are okay,” suggested Sirius as he went back to his couch right in front of a majestic chimney. “Don’t forget to tell them you will be staying with a friend because your car is not going anywhere tonight.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows at this very brave statement but when he looked out the gigantic window right behind where Sirius was sitting, he knew he didn’t have much of a choice because it was impossible to see from the snow. It wasn’t snowing, it was like someone was cutting the clouds in half. He dialed the number with shaky hands, he knew just who would pick up.

“Hey!” he said almost crying.

REMUS JOHN LUPIN!” Sirius turned his head suddenly with a huge grin on his face that made Remus’ knees weak. “I told you months before if you missed this diner I would serve you for dinner on New Years Eve.”

Remus could feel his cheeks warm up as he was sure Sirius could hear everything his mother was saying at the moment. 

“Yeah,mum… I’m sorry… No I’m really sorry… I will be there tomorrow I promise… I’m not lying for the love of God… Yeah… Uh-huh… I got somewhere to stay I guess…”

“What do you mean I guess?” whispered Sirius from where he was sitting, he was hanging from the couch to make Remus hear him. 

“I’ll call you when I leave for home,” concluded Remus and he put the phone down with an embarrassed look on his face. He loved his mum to bits but she was sometimes a bit too much. “Can I have a charger, please?”

“Wait a second,” said Sirius as he hurriedly went to another room and came back with a charger and he placed it into Remus’ palm. His skin was almost as white as snow and he was just as cold. “We have a long night ahead Remus, do you want something to drink?”

“Tea would be gr–”

“Whiskey it is then, great choice,” teased Sirius as he went for his liquor cabinet. “This is Christmas and you are stuck here, you are not drinking tea.”

He plugged his phone in spent at least half an hour trying to get to all the messages and calls that he received while his phone was dead, he knew it was rude but it was Christmas and he had a huge family he had to call.

When Remus was finally done, he went to the couch to sit down as he took the fancy glass from Sirius. He didn’t want to about what the hell he was doing, staying at a stranger’s house was not something he would do. But this man with his hair and his cheekbones and his ridiculous smile and the way those sweatpants hang from his hips were very inviting, not that anything would happen but it was a good view at least.

“I like your mum,” said Sirius with a smirk as he took a sip from his new glass of high quality whiskey. “She’s quite something.”

“She’s worse than this snow storm on holidays,” laughed Remus. “She misses me that’s all but yeah, you heard her war cries.”

Sirius laughed and Remus heard summer in his laughter despite all the snow that was falling outside. He didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling but he hadn’t felt like this in forever and this was such an unnecessary thing, he really didn’t need this nor did he want this.

“So I you don’t mind me asking,” continued Remus as his throat burned from whiskey. “Why are you alone on Christmas?”

“I hate my family,” replied Sirius simply, he used that word so freely, it was a bit scary. “They are bigoted, idiotically conservative and mentally abusive. I made the mistake of coming out last Christmas, it was chaos. They invited me out of obligation this year, so why bother?”

With that he tipped whatever was left in his glass into his mouth and licked his lips slowly as he walked back to the liquor cabinet and brought the bottle with him this time.

“I’m sorry about that,” muttered Remus as he did the same. He didn’t know if he should feel bad for Sirius or feel happy for himself, not that he would ever look at him like that. 

“What did I tell you about saying sorry?” smiled Sirius as he poured them more liquor. “Also, you should probably warn me when you want to sleep because I rarely sleep before 3 am.”

“Why would you ever do that to yourself?” yelled Remus, that was a bit too much but Remus never had the strongest metabolism for whiskey. “Sleep is a beautiful thing.”

Not as beautiful as you are though.

Remus realised he should be careful about those thoughts because he was known to tell whatever was on his mind out loud.

“I can’t help it. I always work late at night and now my sleep schedule is fucked up,” he explained and cursing had never looked so good. “So Remus John Lupin, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a TA at the university,” he replied as he ruffled his hair. “I know it’s kinda boring–”

“You are hellbent on selling yourself short,” interrupted Sirius, he loved doing that. “I bet you think you are not good looking.”

Remus felt like his tongue froze, what was he supposed to reply with to drunken flirting from a completely gorgeous stranger? So he did what he knows best, he changed the subject.

“So, umm, what do you do?”

“I’m an attorney, family business, but it happened so I roll with it,” he stated as he grinned. “You are very good at changing the subject.”

“You heard my mum, if I don’t change the subject we talk about my sex life during dinner,” said Remus and immediately regretted it, he looked at his glass guiltily and realised that he was actually on his third glass. “I didn’t mean–”

“Another way of saying sorry, you are incredible,” teased Sirius as he put his glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch and came a little closer, Remus never thought breathing was a hard thing to do before but he could still feel Sirius’ scent, strong and spellbinding. “So, I like to think that things happen for a reason.”

His bloody perfect eyebrow was raised again and Remus wasn’t thinking straight so he just nodded.

“Your car didn’t break down in this street without a reason, I think Mr. Lupin, we were meant to meet,” he continued, he used his hands a lot as he spoke and it was the most marvellous thing Remus had ever seen, the fact that he was already dreaming about his hands all over him was not a good sign though. “So, you are going to stay here tonight and you will leave with my number in that phone of yours, just in case you need an attorney someday.”

“Okay,” whispered Remus, because that was all he could manage. “I think I should sleep because I need to wake up early tomorrow.”

“We were just starting to have fun,” mumbled Sirius but he stood up nevertheless to show Remus to his room. “Don’t be scared I won’t bite.”

You could if you want to.

Remus followed him up the stairs trying so hard not to stare at his back but the damn sweatpants weren’t helping. Sirius showed him to a not so small guest room on the left and walked back out.

“If you feel like you can’t sleep, I’m downstairs,” he reminded with a lopsided smile and went away. 

Remus crawled into the extremely soft bed and was asleep in a matter of minutes thanks to the alcohol in his veins.

Sirius was flabbergasted by the luck he had this Christmas after everything that went down last year. A tall, lanky man with the warmest eyes was sleeping in his guest room and Sirius was still reeling from everything that happened in the past six hours since it was around 3 am at the moment. He slowly got up and turned the lights off. He climbed the stairs carefully scared that he would wake up the most beautiful man to ever enter this house besides him, when he reached the top he realised that Remus had slept with the door open. He was softly snoring and was drowning in the huge duvet over him. His clothes were on the dresser and it didn’t take long for Sirius to understand that he would kill to get in that bed at that moment. He slowly turned around to enter his own room as Remus hummed in his sleep. 

This is what I call a Christmas miracle.”

Sirius always believed things happened for a reason, he knew things would happen in the order they should, he had had troubles with his anger as far as he can remember and this new belief was helping him deal with it sometimes, it also helped him makes sense of things like this. Sirius firmly believed that Remus walked into his life for a reason and he was intended to find out why it took so long and what it was for.

He slipped into his own bed and shivered as the cold sheets touched his skin and undid his bun to sleep comfortably. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was honey eyes, long limbs and a shy smile. For the first time in a long time Sirius Black was excited to wake up.

Josh Zerker imagine - Mum (includes KSimon)

requested: ‘an imagine where you’re dating josh so you’re kind of like a mum to the boys’

Coming to the sidemen house just did not seem to get easier as a clean freak. Admittedly, the boys had gotten better; but better was most certainly not good. They were slobs.

As someone so heavily invested in cleanliness this made me cringe highly. So much so, that when I came round, I bought my own cleaning products. Understandably, it wasn’t my business, but I did it anyway for their own wellbeing and health. In fact, I tried to look after all the boys, making sure they ate at all appropriate times, washed their clothes regularly, and knew how to do things like sew and cook actual, non processed meals.

Someone who was now accustomed to this was Josh, my boyfriend of four years. He had known about my nurturing ways since the very first month of our relationship. The 'mum gene’ was one I wore with pride, and by now he had grown to love it. It was another part of me.

“Y/n? What are you doing?”

I turned to face the tall figure entering the kitchen, my rubber gloves still clad to my hands as I scrubbed at the kitchen table.

“Good morning Simon. I’m just cleaning up.”

“Cleaning?” JJ echoed as the pair sat together on the bar stools. “But…why?”

“Because I enjoy it,” I responded as I removed my gloves, packing all the cleaning materials into the cupboard under the sink and washing my hands in the process.

“You enjoy cleaning?”

“Yes Jide, I do. You don’t need to sound so shocked - I’m sure you have many an interest that I would probably be just as…surprised, by.”

Simon laughed as he watched JJ who smiled down at his lap.

“Exactly. Now do you guys want breakfast? I can make you bacon and eggs if you want.”

“Do we even have bacon and eggs?”

“I bought some.”

A smile covered my face as Josh entered the room. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I buried my face in his neck, appreciating highly the fresh smell of his shower gel. He held me at arms length and kissed my cheek before joining JJ and Simon on the bar stools.

“I feel like I’m watching my parents be all gross at breakfast. Am I 15 again?” Simon rubbed the back of his head, looking genuinely confused.

“I know! Y/n is literally the Mummy to our Daddy Josh!”

“Jide, please don’t call me Daddy, we’ve been through this.” Josh scolded him lightly.

“Sorry, I forgot only Mum can do that.”

Laughs errupted from the two KSImon boys and I rolled my eyes, pouring out the oil into the pan.

“You two are honestly like a couple of children!”

“Yeah, and you and Josh are our parents!”

Josh shook his head as he pulled me down onto his lap, placing a light kiss on my neck to which I shuddered.

“Alright Dad, don’t get kinky.”

“Oi!” I tossed a spoon at JJ and he faked injury, grabbing his face. “Childline! I’m calling childline!”


Josh held my hand underneath the table and I turned my head to face him.

“You know, you are very Mum like.”

“Wifey material?”

His face split into a small grin as his grip on my hand tightened, his other hand moving to my waist.

“Quite possibly, yes.”

anonymous asked:

This isn't smut but... Murdoc meeting 2D's parents? And them having an awkward 'introducing my parents to my family' dinner?

less meeting with parents, more two jews vague about someone while preparing a shabbat dinner lol

1200+ words, third person, 2D’s pov, excessive amounts of yiddish

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victorieschild  asked:

(Brazilian!Percy) Ok, a big one is his looks. Tan skin, dark hair, light eyes. Basically my entire family. From what I know, a large amount of us look like that because of the mixed heritages, mainly coming from the italians. (1/?)

(2/?) From experience, we are super loyal to family and friends. Like, we talk shit about them, sure! But when it comes down to it, there is not a single brazilian I know that would sell out there family. But we’re also super deceitful. Like, the amount of times my dad has tricked people into free beer is slightly surprising. Not to mention the way my mum talks about her “friends”. The only reason she talks to half of them is either because they’re good for business or she doesn’t want enemies.

(3/?) also, the fact that he doesn’t speak portuguese in the books can be pretty easily explained. Like, I think the reason that Sally is in America is because she couldn’t go to the uni she wanted to go to in Brazil. So after her uncle/grandpa died (what was it again?) she finally moved to study in the US, met Poseidon, had Percy. And as the daughter of immigrants, I know first hand how hard it is to learn about your culture or even your language in an English speaking country

(4/?) and generally, we usually aren’t very good at portuguese or sometimes can’t even speak it because a) English is prioritised b) we don’t get much exposure to it since only 2 countries speak it and c) it’s generally a difficult language. Like, I think he can probably understand most of it, even say some of it, but if he does, his accent is terrible and the few times he’s been to visit home, he’s been called a gringo and teased by family.  

(5/?) And lets be honest, everyone loves the beach. Like, half my family lives in the middle of São Paolo (state) and yet we still always used to got to Caraguatatuba for New Years every time me and my parents went home. Even here in Australia, we constantly seek out opportunities to go to beaches. idk if this is just my family, but I’m pretty sure being brazilian does bring, at least as a stereotype, love for the beach.

ok, first of all, it’s very interesting how you made your headcanon fit in the series. good job! and yes, brazilians are a very mixed, you’ll find all kind of people here, but the mayority of our population is black. althought percy does look like a brazilian, especially because the tan skin and connection with the beach. i think people dont know that a LOT of people here doesnt like the beach, i see it a lot in my city, actually - its a very cold city, so idk - but i absolutely LOVE IT and most part of my family and friends do too. even theres this big part that doesnt, i think most of brazilians love it cause we are so used to it ? like you said you go to the beach in new years eve and so do i! so does a lot of people, its kind of a tradition. so yes, this part of your hc its about right. and about his portuguese: i do agree. if sally was a brazilian and even if she taught him since he was little, portuguese is a language that is all about the accent. and i believe it is difficult, from what i hear. BUT theres not only two countries that speak portuguese!! in parts of africa they speak portuguese, too. and some other places that i honestly dont know the names :/ but yeah, just to make it clear. 

ok so, what kind of family would percy have here? cousins ? sally has no siblings, but maybe she does have cousins. i dont know about the rest of the world but here in brazil we are very connected to family like children of distant cousins are friends, and their kids will be friends, too. its not just parents, siblings and granparents. so i think thats the family percy would have here

about where his family is from: i knoooow he would fit well as a boy from rio. rio is beautiful, full of amazing beaches, nice tan people, joy and everything BUT it would be awesome if percy was from bahia! another BEAUTIFUL place in the northeast of brazil. people from there are really happy and joyful and friendly! i mean, im just giving you an idea, its your headcanon haha but you havent said anything about where his family was from, so 

i was just going throught sally’s wiki and realized something: sally’s mom was called laura. that’s a very common name here. maybe she met sally’s father when idk he was visiting the country? they fell in love and got married ? again juuust an idea haha

i would love brazilian!percy. or brazilian!piper OMG she wouldn’t be a cherokee but there’s lots of other tribes here. LOTS. omg that would’ve been amazing

Coming Home (Harrison Osterfield)

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Summary: Reader goes home to meet Harrison’s family for the first time.

Word Count: 1663

Warning(s): mentions of sex

“I’m nervous.” I swallowed sitting in the passenger seat of Harrison’s car. He looked over at me with a small smile on his face.

“You’ll be fine, love,” he grinned, his hands on the steering wheel, turning it as the road turned with us.

“They are going to hate me.” I groaned my hands falling into my hands.

“Why would they hate you?” He chuckled moving one of his hands to rest on my thigh. I breathed looking up at the road as we stopped at the a stop sign.

“Because…” I trailed trying to think of something.

“Exactly.” Harrison finished. “They will love you, because I love you.” I rolled my eyes.

“Who’s going to be there again?” I asked looking over at my boyfriend.

“My Mum, Dad, Charlotte—you know, my family?” He chuckled. I blushed, shaking my head. “Oh and Ava.” He grinned. I nodded smiling at how excited he was to see his niece.

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Have A Little Faith: Chapter Three

“If you’re not careful,
you’ll end up believing this is the world.”

- Antonio Cisneros

Day one of Monaco had been an absolute dream. 

Once I’d agreed to Harry’s proposition he let me go, although I could tell it was taking everything inside of him to stand and watch me leave. His face reminded me of a puppy dog’s as he stood there on the steps, flashing me a smile as I glanced at him over my shoulder. He really wanted to prove his point.

Fate, or whatever.

After leaving him I walked about twenty minutes to the small building where an elderly man and his daughter greeted me at the door. Upon entering the building there was a charming little lobby—the hardwood floor covered in a soft white rug—and the couches were expertly arranged to lead one’s eye towards the large bay windows that overlooked the ocean. Above the fireplace there was a picture of what I assumed was the family that owned the property: the man and young girl who had welcomed me, along with a middle-aged woman holding a small child in her arms.

Once I’d gotten settled into my hotel room I decided to call my mother. My parents had been less than thrilled about my decision to come to Europe on my own, and one of their “conditions” was that I phone home often to let them know where I was and what I was getting up to. 

Five minutes into the phone call, I was already being grilled.

“Mum, I’m fine, I don’t need anybody to come travel with me. It’s already been two weeks, I’ve gotten used to it…No, mum, I don’t need to talk to Dr. King. Yes, I have her phone number.”

I allowed my petite frame to fall backwards onto the soft mattress of the bed, the smell of fresh linens causing me to twist to the side and curl up against the pillows. I twirled the phone cord around my finger as I listened to my mom’s voice, eyes falling shut comfortably. 

My room was small, but just the right size for me—there was a twin sized bed and a desk at the other side of the room that I’d set my small collection of bags on, a mini fridge which had a bag of apricots and peaches that I’d purchased from a local seller. It was decorated with a series of framed pictures of different locations in the city, and I made a mental note to see every one of them.

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fatherhood | michael gray

prompt 37 - welcome to fatherhood

michael and the reader become parents and michael is in awe over his daughter

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Michael Gray, the love of your life. You moved away from your original hometown to Small Heath to spend your life with him. It started out as casual dates to the dance and then a relationship. It wasn’t until you got to Small Heath that you got pregnant, something that caused Polly to lecture you both for hours straight.  

Michael immediately became protective over you once he learnt about the pregnancy. Michael had a decentchildhood but once he grew older and learnt that his whole life had been based off a lie, it changed him. He didn’t want your child to be brought up around lies and he wanted her/him to have a happy childhood full of nice memories, not being taken away from their original mother at such a young age. He was willing to do everything he possibly could to give your baby the best life they could ever have, even if this meant hurting or doing things he didn’t want to do along the way.  

You’d first announced the pregnancy at a family meeting. You were both immediately hit with the “Are you sure you can do this?” “Both if you are so young.” And “It’s not east being a parent.” But you and Michael didn’t listen to any of it and just shrugged your shoulder at every comment. Both of you knew that you’d be met with judgments but you were willing to take it on. You were both in a happy, stable relationship and cared for each other more than anything. Of course, having a kid was a huge step and something that would take a lot of hard work and dedication but you and him were strong enough to take on the pressures that came with being parents.  

Two weeks after announcing the pregnancy to the family, you were walking down an aisle. You hadn’t planned for your wedding day to be so rushed, but it was still perfect as you were marrying the man who you loved, someone that you had cared for since the age of fourteen.  

“I love you.” Michael mumbled in your ear as you danced. “You and the baby. Don’t ever forget it.”


Five months later, you and Michael were arriving back from the hospital with your baby girl. Michael had decided on the name Evelyn, which you happily agreed with. The endless hours of pain was completely worth the look on Michael’s face when he first met Evelyn and the feeling you got when you first held her.  

“What do we do?” Michael asked as he placed her in her pram.  

You laughed and shook your head, “There’s nothing we can do. She’s fast asleep.”  

“But I wanna play with her, and hold her. Show my little girl off to everyone.” He said as he gently took her hand in his.  

“We can do when she’s awake. Right now, I would get some sleep. Remember what you said the other week?” You asked smugly.  

“Nope,” He answered before he suddenly realised. “I said I’d wake up with her for the first few nights.”  

“That’s right.” You chuckled.

You woke up the next morning to an empty space next to you. You wandered down stairs and smiled at the sight of your husband and daughter on the sofa. Both of them were fast asleep with Evelyn laid on top of him. Michael had his arm gently placed around her, making sure not to put too much pressure on her tiny body.  

“Wake up.” You whispered as you kissed Michael on his cheek.  

His eyes slowly opened, the first thing he did was turn his gaze  to Evelyn to make sure she was alright. “Morning.”  

“We have a busy day ahead, I can guarantee your mum is gonna be round here all day.” You told him.  

“I can’t be dealing with people. I’m shattered.” He yawned.  

“Welcome to fatherhood.” You smiled as you took his hands in yours. “We’re going to be good parents, aren’t we?”  

“The absolute best.” He placed Evelyn in your arms and gave you a loving kiss. “My mums taking me shopping soon and I’m gonna spoil my girl rotten.”  

“Am i not your number one girl anymore?” You joked.  

“Your both my number one girls. Forever and always.”  

You were the perfectly family. You had the man of your dreams, enough money to provide for the three of you, a nice house and the most beautiful daughter you could ever ask for.

This year on Tumblr:
  • Flappy Bird
  • Oscar Selfie
  • Frozen
  • Denny’s tumblr
  • Tumblr virus
  • Girl gets hit with shovel
  • Kim K: Hollywood
  • I’m in me mum’s car
  • Dashcon’s ball pit
  • None of My Business Kermit
  • Orange Is The New Black
  • Parks and Rec
  • Kid on crack
  • It’s a metaphor
  • I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now
  • Skeleton War
  • Guardians of the Galaxy
  • Malala Yousafzai
  • Robin Williams
  • Ferguson Protests
  • #blacklivesmatter
  • Steal the look
  • Taylor Swift’s new album
  • I crave that mineral
  • The last meme of 2014
All you have to do is call my name (1/3)

A small town in Maine that’s chock-full of Characters, and everyone’s looking for happiness and love, one way or another. 

OUAT Gilmore Girls AU, Fifth Installment 

Read the first story here: I Always Wanted a Real Home with Flowers on the Windowsill

Read the second story here: If You’re Out On the Road

Read the third story here: To Me That’s What You’re Worth

Read the fourth story here: Loving You the Way I Do

A product of the brilliant minds of @asthewheelwills and @wholockgal

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Additionally, and not for nothing, I have been asked to tag a few people.  We’ll see if this works: @lenfaz​, @lenfazreads​, @disastergirl​, @beautiful-swan​, @blessed-but-distressed

The Jolly Roger wasn’t yet open when Emma arrived and peeked in through the front windows. She was no lover of early mornings, but the news she wanted to share with Killian was too good to wait for normal business hours.

She could see him there, dark hair still damp from his shower, chin unshaved, moving from table to table, checking levels of salt and pepper in the shakers on each. He’d hired Jim Hawkins and Ned Land at the beginning of the summer to help, but he still insisted on doing the morning preparations himself, before the boys came in.

Emma knocked on the glass of the front door and grinned when he turned to look at her, scowling. She knew him well and could see the slight tilt of his lips and the sparkle in his eye that said he was happy to see her. It had also been well over a week since they’d been able to arrange their schedules to have more than five stolen minutes in his pantry together. She knew he’d missed her, though he probably wouldn’t say it. She had missed him as well, which was her secondary reason for choosing the early hour to bring him the news.

He crossed the diner with a slow, deliberate swagger and Emma rolled her eyes, knowing what was coming. He unlocked the door, taking his time (Emma swore she’d pick the lock herself next time- Sheriff Humbert would forgive her) and when she’d have pushed the door straight in, he caught it and held it open a bare inch.

“We’re not open yet, Swan,” he said through the crack. “Did you turn your alarm clock upside down and read the six as a nine?”

“Let me in, Kil,” Emma said, leaning on the door. It both annoyed and impressed her that, even with almost her full weight against it, he still managed to hold the door steady at that one, frustrating inch.

“What are you doing here, Emma?” He was no longer even pretending to scowl at her. He was smirking, an expression that shouldn’t have been nearly so appealing, but he managed to make sexy. He knew he was frustrating her and was enjoying the game.

Though she’d hardly admit it to him, she was enjoying it too. Circumstance had robbed her of the usual youthful pursuits of flirting and play, and she found as an adult that they were remarkably fun.

“I’m looking for advice,” she said, leaning against the door again which still didn’t budge. She glanced down and saw that his black boot was blocking it, which would explain why she couldn’t move him. “See there’s this guy-”

“Should have guessed,” Killian interrupted, crossing his arms and affecting a casual air. “Handsome bloke?”

Emma shrugged, trying and failing to repress her grin. “Depends on who you ask. I suppose he’s alright if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“‘That sort of thing’ being stunning blue eyes, movie-star faces, and god-like physiques?” Killian asked.

Emma just flapped a hand in the air as though this were nothing and he shook his head.

“If he’s not handsome, then he must be charming,” he drawled.

“Well he certainly thinks he is.”

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[TRANS] 170514 Yixing Weibo Update

Wishing a happy mother’s day to my mum ❤️ Because I’m too busy, I don’t have any presents to give you. Please forgive me. I’m also wishing all the wonderful mothers in the world a happy mother’s day. Children please all remember to send a blessing message your mother. o~^_^ I think that every single mother really does have it hard. Though we might always have arguments and disagree, She is still doing it for your good. So everyone please try to understand. Aiyouwei~ It’s not easy.

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Just A Bet

Chapter 3

“We were once friends remember”

Savannahs Pov

“So what does Luke like?” Tiffany asked as we sat at the table well it wasn’t my choice they made me sit here while “we” come up with a plan.

“Vaginas” I said then I took a sip of my drink

They both laughed but I meant what I said.

“Okay we need to actually think” Lee said with her pen in hand ready

Ugh why do we need to think and write things down.. I’m sure I could do this on my own without all this.

“Fine..” I groaned and I took the pen from her and paper

If it was going to get done I might as well do it.

“He likes music and he can play the guitar” I said as I wrote it down on the paper

I looked up to see Lee and Tiffany staring at me

“How do you know that?” Tiffany asked

I rolled my eyes and spoke “ we were once friends remember”

They still didn’t look convinced but I don’t care, it was the truth.

When me and Luke were friends when we were 12 he got his first guitar, I remember that because my mum helped me buy it for him and I remember how much he loved it and he started to teach himself how to play it.

They don’t need to know that I bought him a guitar because they will use that and there is no way I’m doing that.

“Okay what else?” Tiffany said

Luke’s Pov

I was so tired.

I opened the door to my trailer and just threw my bag somewhere, I don’t care where it went right now.

Detention lasted so long.

It was so boring, it was only me and Savannah and obviously we didn’t speak, she basically slept the whole long ass hour, at first I started throwing paper at her but that got boring and she didn’t even know I was doing it.

Cal asked if I wanted to go back to his after but I said no, I just want to lay my head down even if it is in this shit hole I call a home.

I would go home to my own home I grew up in but there is nothing left for me there.

Not since my mum left and my dad became an ass.

Only the boys know about it and they always offer me to come back for a proper bed and food but I don’t need there pitty.

I layed my head down on my shitty sofa bed that doesn’t look comfortable but it is, it suits me just fine.

I never have anyone back here, no one needs to know where I live that’s my business and I bet everyone would love to hear about.

I’ll never hear the end of it!

Luke Hemmings is homeless!

Savannah will love that! I know she left her house but she has blackmailed her mum into paying for her apartment at least I found this place on my own and I don’t need to pay any rent because who the fuck would want this.

I’ve to made it as good as I can, there isn’t much too it.

I managed to get my guitar hung on the wall that was free.. I didn’t want to just set my only guitar somewhere it can get damaged.

I’ve had jobs here and there but I can never keep them so I always get fired, I’ve given up on looking for another job from the last one I had.

At least I managed to save up for a car with the last couple of jobs I had, it’s nothing big and it isn’t a good model but it does the job.

I don’t normally drive it to school but if I’m too tired in the morning I will or I’ll walk.

I don’t live far from the school which is good so If I’m not hungover I usually walk.

Cal has a motorbike but I would never trust myself with him driving so I just walk.

One day I will make money with my music.

One day I will get out of this place.

I sat up from my bed and grabbed my guitar and notebook, I have so many thoughts and ideas floating around my head, I like to write them down and try to make a song out of them.

I got to start somewhere.  

Savannahs Pov

I was ready for this, well I was trying to tell myself that.

Lee and Tiffany have gave me a week to get this to happen and I’m not sure how this is going to go.

I mean making Luke think I like him and get him to like me is going to be so hard, I hate him so much and I know he hates me.

I looked in my wardrobe trying to find something that I don’t normally wear but all I own is black jeans and black/grey t-shirts.

“You can borrow my dress..” Lee said from the door way

I turned to look at her with wide eyes.. A dress.

I haven’t wore a dress since I was about 6 years old.

I started to laugh but stopped when she just stared at me

“have you ever seen me wear a dress? You must be joking” I said laughing then turned back to look in my wardrobe

She walked more into my room and then said “I know but if you want this to work you can’t just wear jeans you want him to want you and for that you want to be able to have easy access..”

Ugh! I know she’s right but a dress??

I rolled my eyes and turned to her “ Fine let me see the dress”

She grinned and walked out of my room to hers.

Seconds later she comes walking in with this bright pink dress.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!? IS THAT???” I shouted looking at this awful dress in her hands

I have never wore pink in my life and I won’t start now

“This is the dress I was talking about, Luke will defiantly show you attention if you wear this” she said

I looked between her and the dress and spoke

“The only attention I will be getting from him or anyone is laughter! I am not wearing that” I said to her

She groaned and walked out of my room annoyed

“TIFFANY!!” I shouted and she came walking into my room and said “What?”

“Please tell me you have a decent enough dress for me to wear? Or something” I said to her

She nodded her head and walked out to her room

I hope it isn’t another pink dress.

I closed my wardrobe and layed down on my bed groaning..

Why did I agree with this!!! I shouldn’t have this is such a bad idea!!!

Tiffany walks in with a black dress that looks decent enough.. She holds it out and for once she has something nice in her wardrobe.

“Well?” She asked

I sat up and said “I like”

Lee walks in and starts.. “ Oh yeah he is going to notice you in that…NOT! You need to stand out, how about this dress”

She walks back out of my room but I’m not bothered by what she says because it is another pink dress she can shove it!

She walks in with a smile on her face holding a red dress which doesn’t look too bad.

She held it out and said “you should wear this, you want them to notice you!!”

Ugh fine she is right this time.

“Okay I’ll wear it” I said

Tiffany smirked and so did Lee and then Tiffany spoke “Now it’s time for your makeup”

My eyes widened at her words.. Oh no.

I don’t wear makeup, well not a lot and by the look on her face I know she wants to cover me in it.

Ugh this better work


As they were painting my face I started getting cold,this dress may be a bad idea.

It shows off my leg tattoos that I love, not many people have seen them so I bet the teachers will love this.

But I’m not the only one with tattoos that are visible

The one I love is my skull tattoo.. It starts off shaded in grey and then it blends into a dark red, it’s pretty cool. It took 3 hours within 2 days to get it done and it hurt like a bitch because its at the bottom of my leg.

But I love it.

I plan to get more soon.

“Lift your head up” Lee said gripping my chin and pulling my face up

Ohh that fucking hurt.

“Careful” I warned her and she laughed.

I can’t wait to get this over with.

“You look so different” Lee and Tiffany said as they were finished.

I hope not too different, I don’t want to look like a clown I hope they done a good job.

“Can I see?” I asked

They grinned and got the small mirror they gave been hiding from me since they started painting my face.

Lee held the mirror up and I finally got to see what they done.

They didn’t do a bad job, I look like I’m going out clubbing but they done well.

“Well?” Tiffany asked

I looked away from the mirror and stood up and spoke “ I like it”

They both clapped and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shit it’s time we go” Lee said, she was right I looked at my phone and it was 8:45.

We all grabbed out shit and walked out making our way to school.

Luke’s Pov

That party was mad!

My head is busting!

I stayed at Cals last night, when I woke up I had forgotten about that so when I walked into the kitchen I got a nice view of a naked Calum.

“How mad was last night, I can’t remember how we got home” he said as he made us coffee

I groaned as my head started to hurt again and I said “ Neither do I”

After we drank our coffee we both took turns getting a shower because we have to go to school.

I was glad Cal felt up to driving because I didn’t fancy walking to school, Cal doesn’t live as close as I do.

When we got to school Mikey and the girls were already there.

“Another party really?” Hailey said as we neared them

“Oh shut up, you’re just jealous you weren’t invited” I said to her

She laughed and said “Please.. As if I would be jealous of a party that you went to that you probably don’t remember”

I didn’t bother speaking to her even if she had a point

She grinned at me knowing she was right and I turned my head

“It can’t be” Brittney said we all didn’t know what she meant until she pointed at it.

We all turned around and Cal spoke “ Is that Savannah?”

I couldn’t speak I didn’t know what to say.. Why the fuck is she dressed like that?

The closer they got the more looks she was getting and she was loving it..

What the hell is going on?

“the fuck happened to her?” Cal said staring at her

She smiled at me like a genuine smile.

I felt sick to my stomach.

What is she playing at??

Savannah’s Pov  

I felt sick to my stomach having to smile at him!

Although the look on his face, on everyone’s face was priceless!

i really got him!

“Did you see his face!"Lee said as we stopped at our lockers

I was glad we all had lockers near each other.

"it was priceless” Tiffany said

I was about to speak and then I smelt them before they spoke

Okay.. I need to some how flirt with Luke..

This shall be good.

I turned around with a smile on my face even though I wasn’t smiling inside.

They all looked shocked.

It was just Luke, Calum and Mikey.. The two bimbos must not have followed them.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Calum asked making me almost laugh

Ugh I hate having to go through with this.

Mikey walked over to his sister to talk to her.. I hope she doesn’t spoil our plan

So now it was just me, Luke, Calum and Tiffany standing together

“What do you mean?” I said nicely to them

This is hurting my inside being nice to them!

They looked at me as if I was stupid and then Luke spoke “Your joking right? Since when do you wear dresses?”

I moved a little closer to him making me look at me even more confused and then I spoke

“it’s cute that you care about what I wear Luke” I said sweetly

He backed up and screwed his face up and spoke “okay whatever is going on don’t make me apart of it”

He walked away along with Calum who gave me a weird look and I couldn’t help but almost laugh

I bet I really fucked his head up there.

This could be fun.

“The look on his face when you spoke so nicely was amazing, I wish I filmed it” Tiffany said

Lee walked back over to us and spoke “ Well you defiantly got their attention, Mikey tried to grill with asking what you were up to but of course I wasn’t telling him”

“this is going to be so much fun fucking with him” I said and then we heard the bell.

Ughh! I hate school.

I wish I never came today.

I have another detention today, which means I’m going to have to flirt with Luke.. Great.

By break time I wanted to go home.

So far I have been shouted at and told to get out of one class, I hate teachers. If they can’t teach properly they shouldn’t teach at all! It’s not my fault I’m the only one who will tell them.

I groaned as I sat down on my seat in the canteen, I was so hungry.

“So what is your plan to fuck with Luke now, he’s seen you look like that.. Now what?” Lee asked as we sat eating.

I shrugged my shoulders and then turned to look for him but he wasn’t in the canteen.

I knew just where he was.

Making out with some girl not in our year probably in the bathroom.. Then I got an idea.

I know just how to fuck him up.

“I know just what to do” I said to Lee and Tiffany then I got up and they asked where I was going but I didn’t answer.

I walked out of the canteen and to the bathroom.

Of course when I opened the door the to girls toilets there was Luke pushing a girl up against the wall, if I’m not mistaken I think it’s the same girl from yesterday.

They turned to look who it was but Luke rolled his eyes when he saw it was just me, he let down the girl from the wall, seriously I don’t know why that wasn’t uncomfortable.

The girl rolled her eyes and then just walked away from Luke and out of the bathroom just like she did yesterday but she was fixing her shirt.. God if only I had came in a couple of minutes later I would have seen them having sex.

Not something I haven’t seen nor want to see again.

“Seriously you need to stop cock blocking me Hamilton” Luke said fixing himself and then he went to walk out but I stopped him

“So were on last names now Hemmings?” I said

He looked down at my hand that was on his chest and then back up to my eyes, I swear he glanced at my lips but it was for a second.

I felt sick to my stomach although I would have already won if he did kiss me, then this would be over with

“What is going on with you lately? Are you stalking me or something?” Luke said who looked back down at my hand on his chest then he slapped it away

Which I didn’t like, I wanted to put it back on his chest just because he slapped it away.

“I’m not stalking you, last time I checked this was the girls bathroom but I did want to talk to you” I said to him

His eyes widened at my words and he stepped back and suddenly Cocky Luke was back.

“Oh what does Miss Savannah Hamilton want with me?” He said as he leaned against the sinks looking at me smugly..

Ugh someone remind me why I’m doing this again??

I really do hate how he says my name.

But I have to do this.. A bet is a bet.

I took a breathe and then I walked closer to him until I was just at his feet, suddenly the smug look was gone.

I could almost feel his breathe on my face..the joys of being nearly the same height as him..

Suddenly the air in the bathroom changed and I looked into Luke’s eyes and he looked in mine

This is weird.

“I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out after school..together..alone” I said sweetly moving a little closer to him.

Kill me now.

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Jack and cuddles

Requested by @gingie4life - Hey, could I get a Hotch reader with 29 and 22?? ☺
Prompts – 29 – ‘Come back to bed.’
                 22 – ‘At what point did you think that was a good idea?’

Word Count – 376

Characters – Aaron x Reader and Jack

You lay in bed cuddling Jack who managed to sneak in during the night, he tended to do this when Aaron had to leave early. You would normally be away with Aaron but, since you were heavily pregnant you were on maternity leave, and Jack was enjoying it. He was used to only being with his aunt but you being pregnant meant he spent all his time when he was back from school, you would sit and watch movies and help him with his homework.
As you sent him off to school and he had returned you decided it was time for the both of you to move back up to bed so you gathered the movies and snacks so you watch as Jack ran up, you were envious, that he could move so easily.
You heard the door open and Hotch flinging his case and keys down, you looked to your side and see that Jack was sound asleep. You looked back to see Hotch, smiling at you.
‘How was your day?’ You asked Hotch as you stood from the bed.
‘Okay.’ He replied as he watched you walk towards the bathroom, whilst taking of his suit jacket. As you were in the bathroom you heard the bed groan and you knew that Hotch was lying next to Jack. You finished your business and walked out of the bathroom. You saw that jack and Aaron were talking.
‘Come back to bed, mum.’ You heard Jack say.
‘I will sweetie, I need to stretch my legs.’ You told him, smiling. You walked into the hall, to the bottom and back up. You walked in and the back in and looked at Aaron. You came lay back down at the opposite side of Jack, facing Aaron. The happy hour was soon disturbed by his phone going off.
‘At what point did you think that was good idea?’ You said as you rubbed your belly.
‘What to leave it on?’ Aaron asked. You and Jack both nodded. He picked it up and read the name.
‘It’s only Jessica.’ He said. You turned to face him.
‘You should answer it. She’ll want to see Jack.’ You said moving Jack’s hair out his sleeping eyes. He nodded and answered it.

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Arthur is at The Garrison and misses a big thing that Y/n (his wife) planned. So Y/n drops a bombshell on him in anger

Arthur needed to have some peace. Last night he had a massive fight with Y/n and she was not happy. She was saying how he never thought for himself and that Arthur could still have his own ideas and be smart like Tommy. Arthur didn’t think so. But then, he never does.

Sitting in the booth with John, Finn and Michael Arthur downed the last of his whisky before sitting back into the bench with a hand on his head.

“What’s wrong with you?” John asked breathing in his cigar.

“Yesterday I had an argument that topped all others. Y/n was so pissed with me.” He said rubbing his head.

“Trouble in paradise eh?” Michael remarked.

“Something like that.” Arthur mumbled. “I mean. She’s good for me and she doesn’t hold me back from any of the business and she doesn’t ask to know everything. But she worries. Of course she does. I just don’t know why it got so bad.”

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Let’s make a baby part 3 D|H

A/N: Hello everybody like I annouced yesterday I wrote a part 3 to ‘Let’s make a baby’ (Here is pt1 and pt2) I’m sorry that I’m uploading this so late (but hey it’s still Friday) I got a really nice message by an anon yesterday who told me that I should continue this series and it got me thinking. 

SO without further ado I announce that ‘Let’s make a baby’ will continue ! I  hope you are happy with that. 

To celebrate I give you this part that is most probably longer than every other imagine I’ve posted. Enjoy :) 

I looked at the pregnancy test three times before I was able to comprehend what I saw. “A plus” I whispered unbelievingly and pushed the bathroom door open with force. I sprinted to the kitchen were Dan was making dinner while I was crying with relief and happiness. “It’s a plus, Dan” I shouted excitingly. Just like me he didn’t really understand at first,but then I showed him the little plus that meant that there was actually a baby growing inside of me. His whole face lit up and his eyes grew wide. “Fuck” he whispered but seconds later he started shouting. “Oh my god. Finally. I love you so much, Y/N” And with that Dan picked me up and spun me around. I giggled like a little girl and really couldn’t believe our luck. He set me down on the ground again and kissed my whole face. “I’m going to be a dad” he spoke silently and I saw goose bumps appear on his skin and his eyes got watery.

I stood in front of the huge mirror in our room. My t-shirt was lifted up so I could examine my belly. It’s been a month now since I found out that it actually worked and that I’m pregnant. Although my belly most probably hasn’t grown at all after only a month I liked to look at it. Dan liked to look at it too and he’d tell me that he could already see a bump every single time, but I guess he was just too excited. I always imagined that Dan would be the kind of boyfriend that would talk to one’s belly and god was I right. This morning I woke up to him having a conversation with the baby while I was asleep ! He was really supportive and cute and I although I knew that the next 8 months were going to be exhausting I was already looking forward to them.

For this weekend though we had planned to visit Dan’s family in Reading to tell them the news in person. Since they lived quite far away I never got to see his family that often. Only on holidays and his birthday so we weren’t really that close. Dan hadn’t only packed his stuff but also mine because he insisted that I had to relax and not do any work. He is even more protective over me now tahn he was before. When we arrived at his childhood home and rang the door bell I got a bit nervous. A huge bit to be honest. I quickly took Dan’s hand into mine and pressed it hard. “Darling” he laughed. “It’s just my parents”

Before I could answer the door swung open and his mum smiled at her beautiful son that she barely sees. My tall boyfriend hugged his fragile mother before she kindly greeted me with a hug too. “Good evening, Mr Howell” I said as his dad appeared in the door frame next to his wife. The thing about his parents was that they were very nice of course ,but somehow they always seemed a bit distant. They were both business people and Dan always told me that they were never much around when he was younger. We all walked into the dinning room together where Mrs. Howell had prepared a huge fancy dinner for all of us. His grandparents were sitting at the table and after greeting the lovely old people we sat down and his mum brought the food. “Adrian come downstairs, dinner is ready and your brother is here” Mr. Howell shouted and soon Dan’s little teenage brother came down the stairs. He was actually really cute like a mini Dan but still different and interesting. I said my hellos and was glad that he was here. Although me and his parents hadn’t warmed up, me and Adrian actually got along pretty well since he always manages to lighten up the mood. A few minutes into eating our food and telling each other casual things that happened since Christmas when we last saw each other Dan tapped my thigh and I turned my head to look at him.He nodded slightly and my stomach started to turn. ‘Shit’ I thought and swallowed hard.

“We actually have something really important to tell you” Dan started and my heart began to beat enormously fast. But why ? What could happen ? His whole family stared at us and I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand under the table. “Y/N and I are going to have a baby” he announced happily. The whole table gasped and his mother excitingly squealed. “You are such a good boy, Daniel” his grandma said. I smiled and felt the weight fall off my shoulders. I guess it wasn’t such a big deal at all. His family started to ask questions and his mum wanted to know every single detail.She gave me pregnancy tips, told me what I was not allowed to do and all that kind of stuff. It got really late and everybody had finished dessert. “Darling, go rest in the living I’m going to help mum with the dishes” Dan told me. I nodded thankfully and waited for him to be done so we could go to sleep.

As he hadn’t returned from the kitchen after 20 minutes I went to check on him. Before I could open the kitchen door I heard his mother say : “Dan, are you sure you have thought this through. You do not even know each other for that long. You are not even married or anything like that. Don’t you think you rushed into something ?  You two are so different, Dan. It’s like you are the moon and she is the sun or something !”

“Mum stop-” Dan tried to defend himself but got cut off by his mother. “Daniel, I’m just worried. What if she is not the right one. What if you decide you two are too different and you stop getting along. Breaking up is not easy when there is a child involved !”

I just listened and couldn’t believe what his mother was saying. As I couldn’t bear hearing it anymore I ran upstairs, tears streaming down my eyes. I was glad I remembered where Dan’s old room was and pushed the door open. I fell down onto his freshly made bed and started to sob loudly. Although I knew that his mother wasn’t right I couldn’t help but imagine how it would end if she was. I was scared. Scared of being a bad mother and suddenly I was scared of the 8 months ahead of me that I looked forward to this morning. I was a mess and Dan was downstairs and his mum was most probably convincing him that he 'rushed into’ becoming a dad.

My sobs were so loud that I didn’t even hear the door open and my boyfriend step in. “Y/N” Dan whispered worried and my heart sunk. I sat up straight and wiped away the tears that rolled down my red cheeks. The look on his face made my heart break. “What’s wrong, sweetie ? Is it the baby ? Are you okay?” I just nodded but a tear drop escaped my eye at the same time, giving away that I was surely not okay at all.”I heard what your mum said” I simply stated and my voice sounded hoarse. “I’m so sorry” he cried and hugged me hard. I sobbed against his chest while he softly stroke my hair. “She doesn’t know what she is saying, Y/N. I guess she is worried about her grandchild or something, I don’t even know. But baby, I do know that she is definitely not right. God, she is wrong ! I love you and deciding to have this baby was the best thing we have ever done.” he said and kissed me passionately. I placed my hands against his broad and warm chest and gripped his t-shirt. We broke the kiss and I eyed my beautiful boyfriend that I loved dearly. “I actually wanted to have sex with you on my teenage bed but I guess we can just cuddle” he cheekily stated. I sat opposite him, my eyes puffy, my shirt tear stained, and my cheeks red like a cherry but somehow he managed to make me grin with how huge of a lovely idiot he was. “Or maybe both” he then said and I playfully hit his shoulder. 

Tips for keeping on top of coursework and revision

Hey guys so I’ve had a few asks about how to keep on top of art/dt coursework whilst revising for core subjects like science and english. Here are my top tips (this is more specifically for gcse level subjects but I guess it would be useful for other qualifications too):

  • Coursework first; I know this sounds kind of bad, especially since core subjects matter the most but at this time of year it’s really best to focus on your coursework. In the summer exam season, you don’t have to revise for art and the exam is one of the first ones you’ll do. Therefore there will be plenty of time to focus on other subjects once art is out of the way. 
  • Keep up to date!! I cannot stress this enough. Try your hardest to start your art/graphics homework the night you’ve been set it! Because they can be very time-consuming it’s difficult to get them done the night before. It’s also extremely easy to get behind on art-based subjects so please try to get artist studies, etc done! You can always finish a science homework sheet the night before or in the morning when it’s due- you can’t really do that for art.
  • Make art fun! It can take HOURS to do art homework so make it fun and relaxing! Listen to music, have a snack, watch tv or a movie (as long as what work you’re doing doesn’t require too much concentration).
  • Use school facilities! Many schools have ‘art catch up club’ at lunchtimes or after school specifically for gcse students to catch up on coursework in. Please use this time if you can- you’ll be surprised at how much you can get done as there aren’t the distractions you have at home (tv, etc).
  • ^the same goes for other subjects- if a teacher is offering extra sessions (such as for english) please try to go! Use your school facilities and teachers as much as possible.
  • Use ‘dead time’- I refer to time when you’d normally be doing nothing as ‘dead time’; such as waiting for a bus, on the bus/in the car going to school, sitting around at lunchtime, etc. Please try to use this time to your studying advantage! Take a homework sheet with you when you go shopping or when you’re on the bus try to memorise key words and definitions (bus rides are also great for learning foreign language paragraphs for speaking/writing exams!). You’d be surprised at how much homework I’ve done in Morrisons car park whilst waiting for my mum to do the food shopping!
  • Plan ahead! Invest in a whiteboard or diary so you can write down all the homework you have (and the deadline and how long it will take you) as you get it. This way you will never loose track of assignment/coursework deadlines and you can easily see, for example, if you will be busy at the weekend or not as you can judge by how long everything will take you.
  • Make good notes! Especially for subjects like science you can feel like you’re constantly revising for a mock exam or test. To help yourself out, make good, concise notes once that you can use again. A large revision poster or flashcards are good. This can save a lot of time and effort as you’re not having to make new notes before every test. Also, if you’re like me and revise by copying out notes, you can use your good notes to make quick, messy bullet points close to when you have a test.
  • Accept that you may have no life this year. I spent countless training days, half terms and weekend just solidly doing art coursework. This will happen to you and if you accept it and at least try to make it more fun and bearable, then you’ll accomplish quite a lot and have time to revise other subjects.
  • Exam questions! Specifically for maths and science, try to do exam questions regularly, for example I used to do one science paper every Friday evening (and mark it myself) and half a maths one every Wednesday evening- this will help you to keep remembering facts so that you’ll have less revision to do and also improve your exam technique!
  • Don’t stress too much! I know I’ve just talked about how important it is to keep on top of work, but if you’re really struggling or need a break just take one. Give yourself a day off! Talk to your teachers if the workload is getting too much. Everyone in my gcse art class was behind on coursework at least once (myself included- I got an A* in the end). Your mental and physical health come first so always try to get a good amount of sleep and take plenty of breaks if needed.

Hope all of this helps; please message me if you’d like more advice/tips!

Dating Scott Would Include:

- When your sad Scott will do whatever it takes to make you smile
- Flowers, chocolates, written notes will be some of the ways he shows you how much he loves you
- Scott will shield you from danger not caring if he gets hurt
- Helping Scott when he isn’t doing that well in school
- Going to Mama McCall whenever you need advice
- Scott being adorable to get you to stop being mad at him
- Sex wouldn’t be just sex, he’ll show you just how much he loves you
- Not being able to keep your hands off each other
- “I believe in you”
- Attending all the pack meetings
- Stiles being your best friend as well
- “Scott you need to study!”…..“Can you help me then?”
- After a long day all he wants to do is be with you
- Helping with pack related things, even though Scott doesn’t like it he makes sure your by his side so you won’t get hurt
- “It’s my job to protect you, please let me”

The First Time You Meet His Family Mini Imagine

“Scott I’m nervous” you fiddled with your outfit making sure you were presentable.

“My mum will love you. She has already said she can’t wait to meet you.”.

Nerves were still high  despite your boyfriends attempts to calm them down, and as you were headed inside you were having a mentally conversation to yourself on what the best way to greet Melissa when you saw her.

Scott took your jacket and hung it up on the coat rack near the door, “My mum should be here soon. Did you want anything to drink?” he asked, heading round the island bench to reach the fridge.

“Just water”. He handed you a small bottle and you took a sip while taking a seat.

The clock indicated that it was 7:00pm, perhaps staring at it wasn’t the best idea considering time usually went by so slow.

“Scott sweetheart I’m home. When are you going to go pick Y/N up?” Melissa walked in too busy juggling her bag and grocery’s Scott took the bags from his mum hands and placed them on the counter.

“Mum this is Y/N, Y/N this is my mum” he introduced the both of you.

Giving a shy smile you said, “It’s so lovely to meet you. Scott has told me so much”.

Melissa smile, “I hope it’s all good. I’m sorry I look like a mess, let me quickly get changed and we can order dinner”.

She left the room, and you suddenly remembered to breath. Scott laughed and came over to give you a comforting hug, which calmed you down.

The three of you ordered Chinese and pizza for dinner, of course they was the standard questions that family always asked, but throughout the evening Melissa made the environment extremely relaxed, which put your worries at ease.

“Alright kids I’m off to bed got an early shift in the morning. Y/N it was a pleasure to meet you, my son is very lucky to have you in his life”. She gave you a hug and it was such a relief to know that Scott’s mum was welcoming you into the family, and approving you as her son’s girlfriend.

“Goodnight Ms McCall” you said.

“Oh please call me Melissa, Ms McCall makes me sound old”. Both of you shared a laugh and she exited the room, leaving just you and Scott.

“See I told you she’ll love you” he said with a smile, one that you loved to see him wear.

“I know, I should of listened. But it’s always nerve-wracking when you meet one’s parents for the first time”. You stated, putting on your jacket.

Scott pulled you near, “Do you want me to drive you back home?”.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow handsome” you gave him a lingering kiss before walking back to your car.

Parent-Teacher Interview


I love these two, and I’m really sorry for putting them through this (I’m not)

Summary: It’s parent-teacher interviews night, and Nagisa is the first one to go. With Korosensei as a teacher, and Hiromi Shiota being… who she is, it goes exactly how well you think it goes.

Pairing(s): Karma x Nagisa

Word count: 3093

Warnings: Abusive mum stuff, not edited at all, everyone’s suuuper OOC, one f-bomb and I made everything a little extreme I think

Disclaimer: Why the hell would I write these shitty oneshots about my own characters??



Parent-teacher interviews were today, and there was nothing Nagisa was dreading more.

“What are your parents like, Nagisa-kun?” Kurahashi chirped “You’ve never mentioned them before.”

“I-um,” Nagisa gulped uncomfortably, “my father left when I was small, so it’s just me and my mother…”

The smile fell off her face. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Kurahashi apologised as the mood grew sombre.

Nagisa shook his head, forcing a smile. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her, “what are your parents like, Kurahashi-san?”

“My dad’s the CEO of this small-scale insurance company, so he’s really busy a lot but he still tries to make time for me,” she gushed, “and my mum’s a manager in a bank, I’m not exactly sure what she does but she says it’s a good job. They’re both really nice people and I love them very much.”

“They sound like good parents,” Nagisa agreed, a shaky wistfulness to his tone..

“They are,” Kurahashi nodded, “and I’m glad they opted to send an email this year, I always loose the note.”

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