# and my mums business is good

Lucky

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.

The Montreal Problem

## Chapter 2

Summary: The reader has big plans to spend a month in Montreal with her boyfriend. The problem? He breaks up with her just as her flight is leaving. Now she’s going to be stuck in an unfamiliar city for a month with no place to stay. That is, until an unexpected hero offers her a solution.

Chapter 1

Wrong Place Wrong Time (24)

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Part 24 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Word Count: 2,160

“Why are you standing up, sit down, this isn’t a joke.” You said, still in disbelief staring up at him, mouth wide open.

“This isn’t a joke. I’m well aware of that” He gave you a serious look, contrast to the expression he usually wore.

“But Baekhyun…” You whispered, still shocked. How could he be the son of a tyrant it just did not make sense, and now you found yourself questioning his motives. The men were staring at Baekhyun in surprise, Jongin and Kris in particular.

“I don’t fucking believe this.” Junmyeon rolled his eyes heavenwards, letting out an exasperated sigh. “All this time I’ve had my biggest enemies children in my unit and a traitor here too who we thought we all loved dearly, who the heck am I supposed to trust?!” He banged his fists on the table looking at Baekhyun, with rage in his eyes. “Who the heck are you Baekhyun and what do you want?!”

Baekhyun shuffled uncomfortably in his spot, but he was staring intensely at Jongin and Kris, maybe he was just really beginning to process the fact that they were his brothers.

“I’m here to get rid of Red too. My story is the same as their stories, The only difference being it was me and my sister, but he did to her what he did to Kris. He drowned her, unfortunately this time he succeeded. We were twins, we did everything together.” Baekhyun frowned angrily, banging his fists on the table tears coming to his eyes. “She was only 15. A part of me died with her, a part that I’ll never get back. Red is a fucking menace and he needs to be put down permanently.” Baekhyun flopped down into his seat, staring at his hands shaking in his lap.

“I’m so sorry Baekhyun, don’t worry we’ll get him.” Kris said bowing his head.

Jongdae stood up slowly walking towards the fridge. “I’m so baffled, I need a drink. I can’t believe you’re all related.” You were with Jongdae on this one; you were still bewildered by the fact that Jongin, Kris and Baekhyun were brothers.

“Wait Jongin I have a question for you.” You spoke up, you still weren’t one hundred percent sure about all of this and you needed to clarify every single detail. “I found a sheet of paper in your room; it was almost like a checklist. You said you had to kill Luhan because he knew more than he was supposed to, what does that mean?”

He nodded quickly towards your direction, clearing his throat he began to talk. “He found out that I was Red’s son, he didn’t know that at first, you see Luhan’s father was The Professor, that you…”

“The guy I killed…” You looked at the floor, disgusted in yourself, you tried so hard to repress that dark memory in the back of your mind, it made you feel like a monster, as though you were subhuman. Jongin gave you a sorry look but nodded nonetheless.

“Red and The Professor had been partners for a number of years. But I know for a fact that the professor wasn’t happy with the percentage of his share, so if Luhan had made my identity known it would’ve blown up, then I’m sure he’d have had me killed and blamed it on Red somehow and then he would’ve been publicly shamed and lost his half of the business, or all of it meaning it would be in the Professor’s hands. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t care about the damaging Red’s status part of it all, but I did care about him trying to take me out.”

“Okay well what about Tao and Kris, you said something about there being more to them if I remember correctly.” You continued to pry, you were making sure to expose him if there was anything that he was hiding.

“At the time, I didn’t know if they were genuinely on our side or not so I was trying to delve deeper that’s all there is to it.”

You nodded your head, but you still had one question left. The most crucial in your opinion.

“Okay so explain this to me. On the night of the hotel incident, Red initially acted like he didn’t know you, but then he acted as though he knew you were working for Genesis, but he knows your his son and…ugh i’m just so confused.”

Jongin sighed deeply, pushing his hair out of his face. “Look it’s hard to explain. Nobody but him and us know that Me, Kris and apparently now Baekhyun are his children, so he has to act like he doesn’t know me and act like I’m against him and working for Genesis. Ironic thing is though I really am working for Genesis, he just doesn’t know that, he basically thought me coming in the day of the hotel incident was to favour him, but in all honesty I ambushed him and we set his produce alight.”

It was starting to make a little bit more sense now. Jongin had to pretend to play undercover in Red’s company in order for him to be undercover in Genesis. You were just hoping everything was true.
You stood up from your seat and began to walk out of the kitchen, still trying to process everything. When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around slowly to see Baekhyun.

“Y/N, hey I…I know I’m Red’s son, but I hope that doesn’t change your attitude towards me, I’m still me and I promise I’m on Junmyeon’s side. I just hope you guys don’t decide to treat me any different than you have up until now.” You shook your head smiling at him softly; he looked so cute with a pout painted across his face.

“Baekhyun it’s okay I believe you, I’m sorry about what happened to you and your sister…” You hung your head slightly.

“Thanks. I –I just miss her every day you know. She was my best friend, we couldn’t be separated. And then she was taken, just like that.” He smiled sadly, gulping to stop himself from crying. “Will you excuse me for a moment please…?” Baekhyun side stepped you and continued walking down the corridor, you let out a sigh. Life just continued to keep on becoming challenging in this house and it was becoming quite suffocating.
You crept into the living room; you needed some time to reflect on everything that had gone on lately. The revelation of who Jongin, Kris and Baekhyun were, Minseok’s death, his apparent resurrection and whatever was going on between the two of you. Also you needed to think about what you’d do with Yixing. Not bothering to switch on the light you let out a loud sigh and dropped down on the sofa behind you.

“OUCH! For fuck sake!”

You jumped up again, in complete and utter shock, looking down at the sofa.
“Oh my goodness, Sehun I didn’t see you there I’m sorry.”

“Stupid bitch…” He mumbled, sitting up with a displeased expression on his face. You walked closer to the door to switch on the light so you could see properly.

“Don’t worry I won’t bother you.” You sat on a different sofa to him, hugging a cushion to your chest and staring at nothing in particular.

“So Baekhyun’s one of them too? I heard you guys talking from here.” Sehun muttered quietly, peering at you from where he was lying on his sofa.

“Yes he is.” You answered, not wanting to talk too much. You liked Sehun the least out of all of the boys, he still hadn’t given you a chance to like him yet. In fact you pretty much hated him.

“I know you’ve been hanging out with Minseok lately, you’re reaction to his death was way too emotional for someone that has tried killing you multiple times. I just want you to know that Minseok is my best friend so don’t you dare try and get too comfortable. Minseok is all I have left. The boys are great but Minseok is really all I have.” He looked at you through angry eyes.

“Sehun, I’m not trying to steal Minseok from you, but have you ever considered for a moment what it’s like being in this house for me. It’s really really hard, I’m trying so hard to adjust and to get along with you guys, but someone’s always angry at me. I miss home. I’m sick of seeing the same four walls everyday, but yet I’m just stuck” You sighed heavily resting your head into the cushion in your lap.

Sehun scoffed. “Do you think I wanted to be here? I’m in the same position as you Y/N. I was on the plane to Iceland for holiday, when my mum died in my arms.”
You gasped, sitting up and facing him properly.

“I literally sat there…with her dead body in my hands, and I felt her getting colder and colder. She was taking Supplements by Red then, that’s what killed her. It was only me and my mum, when I lost her I lost everything. I have an older sister, but she never really wanted to know she was too busy loving up her husband and chasing money, she didn’t take me in. So I ended up here. Luhan and Minseok practically raised me after my mum died, but Luhan…” He stopped, trying to recompose himself and to stop himself from crying again.
“You’ve not lost anyone Y/N, you’re the one who doesn’t know how it feels.”

“That’s not true Sehun, I’ve lost myself. I’m not the person I used to be I just feel like an empty shell. Besides, my family have lost me, you can’t imagine that I feel good about that do you?” He paused for a moment, looking at you in silence and then rolling his eyes.

“That’s nothing compared to having your mother die in your arms.” He got up and walked out of the room. You felt somewhat bad, trying to make it as though your issues were bigger than his, that was definitely not your intention. You were becoming really fed up with everything about your life right now, it seemed to be a burden instead of a blessing.

“Board now!” You heard Junmyeon shout, as if on impulse you stood up and made your way there. You didn’t need to, it’s not like you were part of the underground group but it had become something automatic now. Every single man was in the room this time, including Minseok, who decided to sit on one side of you, Chanyeol on the other side.

“I think it’s time we start planning how we’re going to take Red down, don’t you?” Junmyeon said, looking around the table at everyone’s faces. “We need all hands on deck. That includes you Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. You? Again? This was not going to end well, it never did.

“I’m not comfortable with that.” Chanyeol frowned, looking at Junmyeon and resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Chanyeol, we don’t have too much of a choice. Plus she’s capable she’ll be okay. She always has been.” Your face contorted, why was he putting you out on the front line again, it never went well when you were around, and you were not trained to take out Red, you weren’t trained for anything at all, you were just here by an unfortunate accident.

“Actually. I agree with Chanyeol, maybe she should stay.” Minseok spoke up to your side, he was defending you and it was making your heart flutter involuntarily. You heard Yixing scoff from across the table.

“Of course you’d agree with him.” You looked up him through pleading eyes, that were begging him to keep quiet, but he didn’t care. “You want to protect your girlfriend don’t you?”

“Yixing…”You whispered. The rest of the boys looked at you and Minseok confused, whilst Minseok was trying to kept a straight and unsuspecting face.

“Will you tell them or shall I?” He asked you spitefully, looking at you through angry eyes.

“Tell us what?” Jongin frowned, looking at you, but you were still looking worriedly at Yixing in silence.

“The fact that they’re sleeping with each other. I’m pretty sure I walked in on them prepping for sex or just finishing it up.” He raised an eyebrow, everyone turned around looking at the both of you in shock apart from Jongin and Chanyeol, who both seemed slightly disgusted.

“That’s not true is it Y/N?” Chanyeol nudged you in the side with his elbow.

“No it’s not! I’ve not been screwing Minseok!”

Yixing laughed sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat smugly. “Well I definetly saw you two kissing, you couldn’t keep your hands, and lips off of each other for that matter.”

Chanyeol nudged you in your side again. “Y/N?…”

You stood up from your seat and walked out of the room angrily, calling back behind you.

“I don’t have time for this shit!”

“Why won’t you deny it then?!” Chanyeol shouted after you.

reason

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.

“Yeah?”

“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.

Can’t Tell If It’s An Imitation

who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin
genre: 🌸
type: bullet point

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• with pressure from your family, friends and the public, you sign a contract to have a fake boyfriend

I didn’t think I’d enjoy writing this AU so much fisosjsldj tysm anon!! omg this got so out of hand i’m sorry!!

• you aren’t one for fakes
• growing up in a rather well-to-do family with both parents always hard at work and an older brother to take care of you in your penthouse, real luxury goods were all you knew
• since your parents are such significant people in the business realm, your family is bound to have powerful allies
• in fact, your best friend is the eldest daughter of the Lai family
shit no one knows her name so I’m just going to call her…..Miss Lai, 赖小姐.
• if you want to know how important the Lai family is….if you don’t know them, you probably can’t get a job in the field
• it’s always your family and the Lais'

• every time you step out to go shopping with your best friend, there’s at least a couple of paparazzi following you
• it kind of only worsened when your brother went and became an idol, debuting under the globally popular WannaWrite Entertainment
• or when you signed to be a model with them too
• but that is a story for another time
• your whole life, you’re swarmed with attention
• from your brother
• ‘friends’ in school
• and the media
• it’s irritating, to say the least
• one day, your parents come home and announce that they’ll be meeting up with the Lai family for dinner the next day
• it excited you because, at dinners like this, you usually need to dress up but you don’t exactly have to act princess-like in front of people you call your second, unrelated family
• it’s always banter and one of the more pleasant events you enjoy
• also because you kind of want to see Lai Guanlin, the only son, all suited up
• and probably wearing his huge circular glasses
• you’ve grown up with Guanlin, you two have known each other for your entire lives yet, you aren’t the closest
• most of the time, he is deep in conversation with your brother
• you feel bad if you interrupt
• it’s always a rare and blessed moment when Guanlin talks to you
• currently, he’s in Taiwan and you suppose that’s the reason you’re going out for dinner
• Guanlin was in Korea for a few years to train as an idol
• he still goes back and forth periodically
• which is why you haven’t seen him in a while
• great, now the royal family will have two idol members in their midst
• excited chatter fills the limousine as your family makes your way to the restaurant that probably cost your entire life savings to furnish and run
• you’re a regular at that place and the staff don’t even need to be told to usher your family into a private room
• the other family hasn’t arrived and you take that time to talk to your parents and brother
• ah yes family bonding time :“)
• you and your mum exchange a normal conversation before she asks “do you have a boyfriend?”
“nope. why?”
“hmm, just checking…..what about Lai Guanlin?”
“…mother, why?”
• she smirks and sighs, “why not? he is a fine and good looking young man. i would definitely support your relationship.”
“besides, half the boys in your grade aren’t even good looking?”
• your jaw drops and giggles fall from your lips
• Mum shrug, “just keep an open mind. he’s always an option”
• then, there are two polite knocks on the door and Mrs Lai steps in, greeting you with a smile
thank God, she’s busy with other things now so she won’t pose any other strange questions
• your mother runs over to envelope her in a tight hug
• they kind of knew each other back in college and finally reunited again
“my son has returned from his journey to Korea!”
• at the mention of Guanlin, you can feel the heat rising to your face and your heart starts beating madly
• especially after what your mother has said
me and Guanlin
• w o w
• Miss Lai brings you in for a loving hug
• despite the age gap, you two never felt awkward.
• Guanlin strolled in a few seconds later, warmly welcomed by your brother and family
• you gulp and is unable to even look at him
• of course, his father follows suit and once again, the power families are together
• dinner continues as per normal
• questions, small talk, savouring the good food
• after some time, your best friend points out that your parents have been conversing with her own for quite awhile now
• lowkey you’re worried because of the serious looks etched on their faces
is it about me…..?
• suddenly, Mrs Lai clears her throat and turns to you, silencing all previous conversation
“Y/N darling,” she says “have you…started seeing anyone?”
• you were just counting the number of minutes it took for someone to pop the question
• so far, the record was 86 minutes and 17 seconds
• the last time, it was your cousin who asked you about your tragically non-existent love life
• you dabbed your napkin onto the sides of your mouth and smiled before replying, “no, I’m not dating anyone at the moment”
• a knowing smile dawns on her lips while your mouth falls open at her next sentence
“what about my son?”
• ASDFGHJKL WHAT’S IT WITH THE PARENTS TRYING TO GET US TOGETHER
• Guanlin’s chopsticks are set down on his chopstick rest and he wants the floor to swallow him up
• his parents were talking about that matter earlier that day
“ma, please don’t be like this,” he reasons and shoots you an apologetic smile
• the blush on your cheeks is your response
“I’m just putting you out there since you aren’t doing it yourself Lin, I’m not getting any younger and neither are you…” she shoots back

friendly reminder that Guanlin is still a minor and sexualising him is disgusting

“you two would be perfect for each other,” Mr Lai adds. “its good for your wellbeing, it’s only a bonus its good for the press” shitTumblrmesseduptheformat

• your brother - seated next to you - can’t hold in his snickers and tries to cover up with a cough
• his acting is pretty awful but no one pays him any mind
• you open your mouth to reply but your father holds up a hand
“give it a thought sweetie, taking chances never hurt”
• then all reverts back to normal but your life doesn’t
• the next week or so, your parents keep bringing it up over meals or just giving you that look
• it’s driving you mildly mad though the thought of having Guanlin as your boyfriend does sound very appealing
• but if he isn’t comfortable with it, you won’t have even if you’re forced to
• there’s enough stress and pressure from the media about your life and you really don’t need your parents to worry about it either
• after one supper of constant discussion about that matter, you give up, flop on your bed and call your best friend
• she answers right away, already suspecting what the call is about
“h-”
“hANG ON I NEED TO SCREAM”
• your rant is a mixture of emotions that have been pent up and unable to be released. you spend the next hour filling her in on all the details. how your parents have been leaving more hints and encouragement to date someone, *cough* Lai Guanlin *cough*
• she reveals that things in the Lai mansion have been about the same as yours. it is kind of pissing everyone off but no one has the heart to crush their parents hearts like that
“it’s better than last time when my dad tried to arrange my marriage with some dude. it got called off in the end thank God.”
• you’re about to YELL when she stops you, “Lin and I have been talking and…I think we have a solution to at least get the family off your backs. Come over.”
• well, you clad in your comfy pyjamas and it’s 9pm, you want to sleep but this is a life or death matter so you find yourself pulling on another outfit and dashing out the door
“bye mum, I’m going to the Lai’s house!”
“okay! sure sweetie!” she replies “don’t even think about coming home for the night” she nearly adds
NO
• your chauffeur is wondering why you’re hurrying there so late but she doesn’t mention anything as the car arrives outside the mansion
• the Lai siblings are already running out to receive you
“Y/N, what time shall I pick you up?”
• you stare at the mansion’s daunting double doors and then back at your chauffeur, “it’s fine, you can head back. thanks, see you!”
“my parents are probably in the sitting hall so….be prepared,” Guanlin whispers as he ushers you inside, his sister checking the foyer
• you hastily greet them before the siblings make a noise about your purpose of visitation and bundle you upstairs to Guanlin’s bedroom
• the interior hasn’t changed much since you were last in his room, just a bit more messy and maybe a couple more of gleaming basketball trophies displayed
• his sister snatches a manila envelope of documents off his desk and hands it to you
• you peel it open to reveal a fifteen page contract
• Guanlin and Y/N’s fake relationship™ to be specific
“i hope you’re prepared to be up all night establishing contracts and signing them. this is just a rough draft.”
• Guanlin scans the pages over and immediately makes a couple of changes
“consensual skinship and other intimate actions such as hugging and kissing” is added
“to make it more realistic…you know” he mumbles in embarrassment
• but you kind of feel the same way so you add “cuddling” in there too
• it’s nearly 12am by the time the contract is finalised and printed
• there’s no way you can call your chauffeur now so you decide to sleepover
• besides, it has been awhile since you and your bestie had a sleepover
• you get confused when she shoos you off to Guanlin’s room but hands you an oversized shirt and a pair of running shorts
• you change in her room then venture to Lin’s
“goodnight!”
• Lin isn’t in his room but you find him in the gaming/lounge room where there’s a mini bar, many game consoles, a television, a sofa with a chaise lounge and even a pool table
• He is playing a game on one of the consoles, Overwatch, you think it is
• wordlessly, you sit next to him and scroll through your IG feed, unsure of what to do since you literally got thrown out of your sleeping place
thanks a billion bestie
“so we’re a couple now,” Guanlin breaks the silence. “we should act like one.”
• he leans closer such that his mouth is close enough to brush your cheek and murmurs, “We need to act like one. Let’s make it believable. They’re watching us through the security cameras”
• you chuckle, “oh goodness. I know all about security camera footage.” you reminisce you rebellious teenage days when your parents installed a camera outside your room door to track what time lights went off
• like a professional, you tuck your legs under you and lean your head on Guanlin’s shoulder, taking note of how his breathing abruptly stopped when you wound your arm through his
• you would have opted for holding his hand but he’s holding onto the gaming controller
• it’s so comfortable you can almost fall asleep in that position
“…by the way, you look really good in my shirt…”
• a hot blush creeps its way to your face and you stammer back an incoherent reply. “O-oh, s-sorry. Your sister gave it to m-me. B-but t-thanks.”
thANK YOU BEST FRIEND
• you should have known he was a Thrasher kind of guy
• get you a man who lets you sleep in his Thrasher shirts
“hmm, let’s get to know each other. I think the last proper talk we had was in 8th grade and clearly, things have changed.”
• Guanlin snorts. “Yeah, who would’ve thought we’d date.”
• you have to constantly remind yourself it’s a fake relationship. It doesn’t feel like one and you don’t want it to be one
• the convo lasts till 2am and Guanlin decides that you need to sleep. pretty much forces you to take his bed while he sleeps in the gaming room’s chaise lounge
• but the bed is foreign to you and you have a hard time falling asleep so you wander back and join him on the other side of the couch
• at least, you have that assurance that your ‘boyfriend’ is beside you
• no one questions your new attire or manila envelope when you arrive back home after a long night
• Guanlin insisted on walking you up to your penthouse, he pecked you on the cheek before bidding you goodbye
• on Monday, you’re really confused when you emerge from your room, clad in your school uniform and find Guanlin sitting at your dining table, talking to your parents
• when he sees you, he beams, like an actual gummy smile you can’t fake
“good morning bao bei. did you sleep well?”
• chemically combusts @ bao bei [宝贝, baby in chinese]
• you rush to pull him into a warm embrace
“why are you here? what is happening?”
“i’m sending you to school today”
• throughout the ride, there’s small talk and it makes you feel very…refreshed and excited
• there’s so much adrenaline pumping in you, at the end of the ride, you lean over and press your lips to his
“bye! thank you! see you later babe.”
• djskdhkss wow yes totally a fake relationship
• also your first kiss wAS WITH YOUR CRUSH KIND OF BOYFRIEND
• Guanlin so shocked he can’t remember how to drive and nearly reverses into the driveway pillar
• after school, it’s like a scene from a Kdrama
“hey, whose man is that?”
• Guanlin is casually leaning on the bonnet of his expensive, shiny car with his sunglasses up and is fully suited up - minus his jacket hanging in the backseat.
• yOU WANT TO DIE
• but at the same time, you kind of want to show the world your ‘boyfriend’
• Lin Lin isn’t the kind of guy who shies away from you, though he does feel his insides churning with the entire school watching him
• you feel your backpack being lifted off your shoulders just as you were about to hug your friends goodbye
“yah! babe!”
• gasps and whispers break out from the other students, your friends can die of laughter
• Guanlin waits for you to catch up, slipping an arm around your shoulder while the other carries your school bag
“how was school today? did you miss me?”
“you’re doing this because of the contract aren’t you?”
• a look of confusion crosses his face but he tries to conceal it with a nod. “You know I’m not one to break contracts”
but you’re one to break my heart….
• the relationship comes to the light on Friday
• the family is freaking out and congratulating you like it’s your wedding day
• you even set reminders on your phone saying
'your boyfriend isn’t really yours’
• it kind of hurts but it also reminds you not to immerse yourself too deeply into this situation
• you find that your phone is always chiming with notifications from Guanlin, much more than usual
• he wants to know if you’re eating, sleeping and staying hydrated
• you feel touched until you realise it’s on page five of the contract
• on Saturday, an event is arranged for the two of you to go public
• you’re going out shopping in the hottest part of town where you KNOW cameras will be
• they don’t fail to meet your expectations
• other than the annoying flashes, you’re genuinely having a good time with the 'boyfriend’
• he buys you an ice cream and holds all of the shopping bags
• nothing seems forced or fake, it’s like a real relationship
BREAKING: Power families have joined forces through blood, Y/N and Lai Guanlin confirmed to be dating
[ JUST IN ] Lai Guanlin and Y/N spotted enjoying a shopping date downtown. New celebrity couple on the rise?
[ NEWS ] Your new OTP! Y/N recently went public with boyfriend, Lai Guanlin and they are the cutest couple we have ever seen!
• it’s the only news the tabloids will report about
• it is brilliant news though, even the reaction’s are positive, the world loves you guys so much
• must protecc
• all is well for months
• you really warm up to having Guanlin as a boyfriend
• dates with him are never boring, it’s always something new and enjoyable
• once it was ice skating
• you found out that while Lin was athletic beyond words, he wasn’t the best at skating but the two of you still had a blast
• the amount of memes you got from him falling was amazing
• another time, you took him to see a ballet, Romeo and Juliet to be more specific
• it was nice to see him all suited up, just for you
• ballets could be boring when you went by yourself
• so you were glad Guanlin was there to accompany you
• he kept his hand in yours throughout the entire 3 hours
• during the intermission, he purchased a \$4 bottle of mountain springs mineral water for you
• how sweet
• you went mad because that water is SO overpriced and he shouldn’t be making reckless financial decisions just because he’s rich
• Lin just ruffles your hair, other arm slipped around your waist
“babe, you worry too much about me,”
“weLL AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND I SHOULD BE” a hand flies over your mouth after you realise what you blurted out
• his eyes widen significantly yet he doesn’t correct you about the 'fake’ part, instead, he holds you closer to his side and waltzes back into the amphitheater
• other days, it’s either you’re at his mansion or he’s at your penthouse
• just fooling around
NOT IN THAT WAY
• but a cute way, like hide and seek around the house
• which leads to nearly knocking over a ton of expensive house decor
• wh00ps
• baking goods following Buzzfeed recipes
• “wait, this actually tastes edible…?” Lin says tentatively
• you laugh, “maybe it’s because you made it.”
“it’s the best”
• then again, you’re a biased adjudicator
• Lin is that kind of chef who tries to play a prank and make things taste terrible but unknowingly, he adds ingredients that make the cookies taste much better
• then you guys cuddle on the couch snacking on cookies and watching Netflix shows
• and you’re entering Autumn as a 'couple
• you can’t wait to do seasonal activities with him, you even made a list
• suddenly, Guanlin suddenly asks,
“y/n….when do you want to terminate the contract?”
• then, your heart shatters into pieces
• you stopped the reminders on your phone and making mental notes that it was a faux relationship
• you stopped wanting it to end
• and that was your biggest mistake
• you might as well just scrap all the dates you planned out since this is ending
• instead of crying, you crack a smile and tell him you’ll bring your manila envelope over to his place the next day to review the contracts
“get home safe,” he wishes and leans in for a kiss which you dodge but hug him
• hurt and puzzlement flashes in his eyes but you know he’ll understand
• the tears finally fall in the car, way past his front door, and your chauffeur pulls over to pass you tissues
• everything was just too good to be true
• no one could tell it was fake
• in your penthouse, you ignore the files and ponder about burning them in your fireplace
• nothing was real
• you just tricked yourself into believing so
• perhaps he found someone else, someone else he could be with happily, with no extra baggage tagging along
• he deserved that freedom and a joyous, legitimate relationship
• it hurt, it truly did
• it was like everything you did or said in the last half a year meant nothing
• tears cloud your vision, you throw yourself onto your bed and sob
• regardless of your puffy face or tired eyes, you’re at the Lai mansion the following day with your document
• the silencing is deafening as you two are going through the contract and a new set of documents is printed
• you decide not to involve your best friend this time
• you can’t bring yourself to tell her anyway
• she had high hopes for the two of you, despite knowing that this day would probably come sooner than she expected
• the sniffles won’t stop and the tears are filling up your eyes, with every flick of your paper, one threatens to fall
• the silence can strangle you, you aren’t used to quietness with Guanlin at all - there was always something to talk about
“…is this your first breakup?” he questions
• you shoot him a weak smile and nod, scribbling your signature on the second last page of the document
• every time the tip of the pen touches the paper, you feel it pierce into your heart
“why do you want it to end?” you whisper, voice barely above a mutter
• Guanlin sighs and looks down at his hands, he hangs his head in shame
“you know it has to, we can’t go on like this forever”
• what he says is true, you find yourself agreeing to it
“but-but I don’t want it to,” you retort softly despite it all
• he spreads his arms open, inviting you for a hug which you instinctively respond to. crawling across his bed to settle in his comforting embrace
“yah ~ i know this is tough but believe me, it’s for the better”
• you can’t tell what’s 'good’ for you anymore
• maybe you shouldn’t have agreed to this in the first place
• first heartbreaks are unforgettable
• your life is just too centred around contracts, paperwork, it’s all you have ever known since the start
• Guanlin rocks you in his arms for probably the last time ever and tears drip down your face
“ahh, don’t cry! i’m sorry, but i have my reasons,” he coos as he swipes the tears away with the soft sleeve of his sweater you lost count of how many times you have fallen asleep in
“i can tell you one of them”
• you don’t know if you can take it
• a billion thoughts swarm your head
“i hope you’ll still take me back”
• nothing registers anymore
• you realise you really liked Guanlin
• and now, it’s coming to an end
“y/n” his hand encloses yours, the one that holds the pen
• the pen that paused on the last sheet of the new contract
• Guanlin grins at you, cupping your face in his hands
• you force the tears to stop
“I just want us to be real, no contract, no paperwork, just us”
• the dilemma between killing him and kissing him is extreme
“yah! Lai Guanlin! How dare you! I wasted all this pen ink on you!”
• “…you’re worried about pen ink?”

• you fold your arms and huff in frustration, the tears melting away like ice and anger frosting over
• but he shoots you a gummy smile and apologetic puppy eyes and once again, your heart has warmed
• Guanlin pulls out a Tiffany & Co. box from his desk drawer, offering it to you
• inside, captured between plush velvet cushions is a gleaming gemstone ring
• gasps and splutters of words leave your mouth
“it’s a promise ring. I promise we won’t have to 'act’ like a couple but we can be a couple”
• you want to yell
• he kinda just does that husband thing and slips it on your ring finger
“w8 pls wear it as a necklace pendant ltr”
• you still can’t believe your eyes, your jaw has numbed off from being open for too long
“is-is this real?” you squeak, marvelling at the promise ring
• Guanlin winks, “you know I’m never one for fakes”
• you groan, poking his cheek. “I told you to stop making reckless financial decisions!”
• he just shakes his head as he chuckles
“babe, when it comes to you, you’re worth everything. trust me, this isn’t an imitation. I hope you love it,”
• you lean closer and capture his lips with your own, kissing him with that passion and adoration that can’t be faked

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.”

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.

~Lil~

~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.

Oh…

Some Unholy War (Part 5)

Final Part of MMA Fighter!Tom AU

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Ultimate fighter Tom Holland walks into a diner at two in the morning and finds more than greasy eggs and dusty bar stools.

Warnings: Language and lots of sadness pls don’t cry too much

Word Count: 3600+

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I really hope you guys enjoy this last part of my story, it’s been amazing writing it for you guys and I’m so thankful that you all enjoy it! I have lots of other exciting things I’m working on right now, lots of AUs bc I’m a prisoner to Tom AUs. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this last part and please send me compliments as usual bc I crave attention and constant validation from strangers! also not my gif!

Tom was in the park walking Tessa at six in the evening when he saw her. It was as if time stood still around them as she sat at the park bench, notebook and pen in her hand, turning her head toward him. Tom’s heart fell into his stomach when her eyes met his, it had been too long since he had seen her in real life, usually she was a figment of his imagination or in his dreams, but this, this was real.

She stood up and shoved her notebook in her large bag, walking slowly over to him. He met her halfway, only a few feet from the bench.

(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

Heyo~ Huge fan! Can I request the RFA+V+Saeran reacting to finding out that MC is a childhood friend of theirs that they used to play with as a kid? I can just imagine little RFA members running around with a little MC! It would be so adorable!

A/N: Oooo I had so much fun with this one, thank you for the request anon!!  And thanks for being a fan! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و  I know we have a spoiler warning at the top of our blog, but just in case, there are spoilers for the back story of multiple characters!!  ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

-The moment you logged onto the messenger, he recognized your name!

-It took him a while to connect 2 and 2 together, though

- wow you’ve got the same name as this person i went to grade school with

-waIT A MINUTE

-YOU ARE THAT PERSON!!!!

-You two were always together in class! And always played together at recess! You were inseparable, and everyone knew it!

-The two of you always played house with the other kids, and you two were always the parents! He also had the biggest crush on you for the longest time, even after you and your family had to move away!

-The moment he realized, he got extremely flustered and shy around you

-Took all the courage he had to ask you out on a date!

-“MC, would you…… like to play house with me again sometime??”

*ZEN:

-You were the only kid in class who didn’t care what he looked like

-He came to school crying once after a string of his mothers insults to his looks

-Since you’re not a total dick a kind hearted person, you sat down to console him!

-From then on, you were the one to always give him compliments on his achievements, talents, or personality, and encouraged him to pursue his dreams, so of course he remembers your face! You were the one person he ever looked forward to seeing!

-When he dropped out of school, he lost contact with you because he got so busy just trying to survive

-He never forgot you or your face though!

-The moment he got to see you face to face, it all clicked and made sense! That’s why you felt so familiar to him!!

-Already had strong feelings for you, but seeing you brought up all the past feelings about you as well

-Sticks by his decision to ask you out after the party, but this just fuels his fire to do so!!

-“MC, you saw past my looks then, and you see past them now, but I’m hoping what you can see is a future with me” bAM THAT WAS SMOOTH AS FUCK MY DUDES YOURE WELCOME

*JAEHEE: (I’m mentioning that MC is a girl here)

-She kind of blended into the crowd in school

-Always the friend people only had in class

-When you noticed one day in grade school that she was picked up by just her mum, instead of both parents like most of the other students

-You didn’t confront her about it since it wasn’t any of your business, but when you heard someone pick on her for it, you immediately stood up for her

-Every since that day, the two of you became really good friends!

-She was so excited to have an actual friend!!! A girl one at that!!

-Unfortunately, you had to move away, and she never made another friend like you

-She couldn’t recognize you at first, so the closer she got to you (after you joined the RFA), she revealed that she only had one girl friend in her life time, and you told her the same!

-Only when you two started to exchange stories did you simultaneously realize that you were each other’s old best friends!!!!

-“MC, you were my companion then, would you like to be once again?”

*JUMIN:

-There was this one person he remembered from his childhood, they  lived in the house across from his

-They always liked to leave drawings of cats for him on his doorstep?? Why were you doing this? Did you want his attention? So, he caught you outside one day and decided to confront you and properly introduce himself

-You were so interesting to him? Although your family seemed to be well off, you didn’t seem to care about money? All you cared about was his problems, and how you could help

-You could always tell if something was truly wrong, or if he just hated the bow tie he was wearing, all by just looking at his face once

-He loved it! He never experienced anything like that before! But when your family moved over-seas, he lost contact and absolutely hated it

-Tried over and over again to find someone who he could connect deeply with like the two of you did

-He was too worried about who you were and the safety of the RFA to realize who you were, though you immediately recognized his name

-The closer the two of you got, the more excited he was that he found that emotional connection again! When you went to his penthouse to cheer him up, you casually bring up if he still hates bow ties

-In that moment, that’s when he realized that he didn’t find another connection, he found the ONE connection he had been looking for, and it just solidified his feelings for you

-“MC, I’ve never been able to connect with someone like this before and after I met you, will you please do me the honour of staying by my side?”

*SAEYOUNG:

-He always met with V and Rika uhg at church, but there was always this one other person…

-When we would wait for the two older friends, he would hang out and talk with another kid that attended

-He never really tried to get close to them though, because he knew he was going to have to disappear soon, however…

-Something about this person kept bugging him, he always wanted to see you, talk with you, just be around you in general, you were like a drug to this lil’ guy

-He seemed really upset to you one day, so you asked him if anything was wrong

-Though he didn’t say it bluntly, he kind of danced around the fact that this was the last day he was gonna see you and his brother, rip, why did i bring that up, and he was extremely upset about it

-But you reminded him that if people were truly meant to be in your life, they’ll find a way back!!

-And that’s exactly what happened. He ran the background check and realized who you were immediately, he tried so hard to hide who he was from you so you wouldn’t be put in danger. But, that didn’t seem to work since Jumin blew his cover and send a CCTV capture of him to the group- you immediately recognized him, although you didn’t say anything to the group.

-He started to gravitate back towards you until he had to stop and get cold in hopes of driving you away, but it broke his heart to do that to you so he eventually threw it out the window

-“You were like an addiction for me, MC, and I never kicked the habit”

*V:

-Even at a young age, he was always packing around some sort of camera

-So when he saw you across the park with a butterfly standing on your nose, he just had to take a picture!!!!

-He’s kind of a “take picture first ask permission later” kind of kid

-So he shows you the picture afterwards, and you compliment him on his skill!

-You two would talk for hours about photography, art, and nature

-After that day, the two of you agreed to come back to the park every day, just to hang out, talk, and play!

-One day though, you had to move away and he was devastated! The two of you had such a deep connection and the same artistic views!!

-Always kept that photograph he took of you that day, and never showed anybody else

-So when you show up one day in the chat, he’s ecstatic! Saeyoung sent him a picture to show who you were and he compared the recent photo of you to the old one and was happy to find you still had those bright eyes of yours.

-“MC, it’s been a while. Would you like to go to the park with me? We can take some pictures again.”

*SAERAN:

-It was the first time he snuck out with Saeyoung to see the sky for the first time

-He was already feeling great, the sky relaxed him, he was with his brother, and they were getting ice cream, would could be better?

-Oh, seeing you. That could make it better

-At the ice cream stand, he saw you waiting in line, and immediately thought you were the most beautiful person in the world okay but you havent seen many other people saeran okAY SORRY ADMIN 404 IS TERRIBLE

-He was too shy to actually go talk to you, but Saeyoung  noticed and decided to take action

-He watched as his brother walked up and struck a conversation with you, and took note that you were walking over with Saeyoung saeran.exe has stopped working abort abORT

-When you properly introduced yourself, he decided then and there that he would never forget your name. He studied every single one of your physical features, and took mental notes of your personality traits. Him and Saeyoung had to leave much sooner than he would have liked, and he had a pained feeling that he’d never get to see you again

-Years later when it was time to find someone to begin the plan for Mint Eye, he immediately recognized your name, and every detail from how you were that day came flooding back to him. He really didn’t want to put you through all of this. He wanted to find someone else but it was too late

-All he could do was do everything in his power to protect you, and make sure you stayed away from his brother. Though, when that didn’t work out (since you had recognized Saeyoung not long after joining the RFA), he had to just sit and wait. He let the plan run its course, and a long time after he began recovering from all the abuse he had been through, he decided to tell you his true feelings

-“I dunno what it is, MC, but since the day I met you I couldn’t forget about it. About you. It was fucking annoying to work with, you know? But… now, I get to take my time to memorize every little detail about you.”

No Control | Chapter Five

Summary:

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

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FIVE

“Micky, darling!” my mother answers, all rainbows and sunshine. It’s late afternoon over there, and I can see she’s sitting on our back deck, tea mug in hand. Her long blond hair is pulled back at the sides, the rest of it flowing in the breeze. Her green eyes are sparkling, crinkled at the edges with her smile. She looks just as good as the photos of her from when she was in her twenties, just with a few laugh lines thrown in over the years.

“Hi, Mum, how are you?” I ask, trying to keep the camera pointed away from Harry. I’m leaned up against the car door, keeping Harry away with my foot where he’s trying to scoot closer to me, laughing.

“I’m great, sweetheart. Just enjoying the nice weather for once,” she says with a little huff and a playful roll of her eyes. She squints as she look around the screen. “Where are you at? That’s not New York.”

“I had the concert last night, remember? I’m still in Jersey.”

“Oh, that’s right! One Direction. Ugh, those lads are so adorable! You had meet and greet tickets, right? Did you get to see Harry? Is he just as cute in person?” My mother has just steam rolled this conversation. I give Harry pointed look over my phone to say, ‘See, I told you she’s in love with you.’

He laughs kind of loudly, alerting my mother that someone else is around.

“Is that Trevor? What was that look for? Mick, darling, where are you?”

“I’m just in a car, Mum. No, it’s not Trevor, he’s in the hotel.” It’s no use lying to my mother; she’d just pull the information out of me eventually, anyway.

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.

132 of the Drabble challenge please!😊

132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

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If anyone asked Harry what was the most amusing sight he had ever seen, he’d say you being drunk.
You weren’t an emotional drunk, you were an interesting drunk. You were the type of drunk that can wake up in Paris after a wild night out, only because it felt right at that moment.

Harry sat on a couch in the VIP area where you and your friends were, having a night out. His eyes were on you as you danced with your friends, a smile on his face as he took sips of a non-alcoholic drink as he was the DD. He patted his lap when he saw you coming, walking slowly to avoid falling as you giggled.

You plopped on his lap, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re Harry, aren’t you?” You giggled.

He laughed and nodded. “You’re so drunk right now.”

“Drunk? Who’s drunk?” You asked him, putting your hands on his cheeks before your mouth opened in an O, eyes wide. “I have an idea!”

“Oh God.”

“Let’s play strip poker. Everyone, we’re playing strip poker!” You screamed, hearing everyone cheer.

“Oh hell no. Think that’s enough for tonight, baby. Come on. Let’s go home?” Harry asked you in a small voice, rubbing your back.

“But Harry,” You whined before pulling your dress strap down your shoulder only to have Harry instantly pull it back up. “I want to play strip poker.” You frowned, putting your head on his chest.

“Maybe later, baby. You need to sleep.” And so, he carried you in his arms bridal style, walking out of the club after throwing a “See you all later!”.

By the time Harry drove you home, helping you into your house with the spare keys he has, you were sleeping.

He tucked you into bed after taking off your shoes and dress, raising the cover to your chin before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.
Too tired to drive back home, Harry placed himself beside you, barefoot and in his boxers, wrapping his arms around you, smiling when you scooted subconsciously closer to him.

Hours later you woke up, after having to wake up 3 times to throw up, 2 of them Harry being beside you, rubbing your back. You looked at Harry’s phone which was held by him close your face, playing Hay Day. You hummed, perking your head up to look at him.

“I feel like shit.”

He chuckled, rubbing your back, “Good morning to you, too, sunshine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You let your head rest again on his chest. “How long have you been up?”

“An hour now.” He replied, you nodded. You and Harry had this tradition, if one of you both was sleeping over, you don’t leave the other one alone in bed sleeping—except to do the morning business but then you go back to bed. “Come on, you need food in you so you can take some Advil. My mum always told me that taking drugs on an empty stomach isn’t a good thing.”

You chuckled, kissing his bare chest before sitting up and stretching. “I’m just going to brush my teeth and do all that.”

Harry nodded, watching you as you stood up in nothing but your undergarments with a smile on his face. “Can I wear your t-shirt? The one you left here the other day?” You asked, already opening your closet.

“Oh wow, you asked. I’m used to you just stealing them up.” He teased you, crossing his arms behind his head.

You stuck your tongue out at him before turning your back to him, taking off your bra and wearing the big t-shirt, sighing once you felt a weight be lifted off. (A/N: freaking bras and their suffocation. free the boobies, ladies)

Harry had went to the kitchen, already starting to make French toast.
He smiled when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist for behind, pressing your cheek against his bare back.

“You know, you suggested something pretty interesting yesterday,” He began, you humming. “Strip poker.”

You gasped, “No!” You said in disbelief as he turned to look at you with a teasing smirk.

“Everyone, we’re playing strip poker!” He mimicked you, making you groan and unwrap your arms from around him to put them on your face to hide it. “Nothing happened though, don’t worry.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“I’m actually up for that idea.” Harry said, putting his hands on yours to pry them off of your face.

You groaned, “Harrrryyy,” You dragged out, letting him pull your body closer to his by you waist.

“I’m going to get the cards after we finish breakfast.” He grinned.

“Harry Edward Styles, I’m not playing strip poker.”

“But you wanted to when you were drunk yesterday! What changed your mind?” He frowned childishly.

“We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.” You patted his chest.

“Sober you is no fun.” He pouted, hugging you and nuzzling his head in your neck.

You giggled, running your fingers through his hair before your smile dropped, whiffing the air. “Harry, the toast is burning.”

“Shit!”

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I have no idea why I like to end my imagines with something humorous. hope you like it! x

No Control | Chapter Twenty-Eight

Summary:

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here.

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TWENTY-EIGHT

*Gif is not mine.*

Harry

“Oi, come off it, Gem,” I immediately warn. I knew she’d be tough, but I didn’t think she’d be so hostile so quickly.

“What did you expect, Harry?” she asks. “Haven’t seen her since August. Figured you did what you always do and got tired of her after a month. Wouldn’t be the first time. Except this time she wasn’t a model or summat.”

“That’s not fair.” I stand from my chair as I watch Micky sink further into her’s, trying to make herself disappear into the wood. “And me dating women doesn’t mean you get to be a twat when you meet them.”

“Someone’s gotta look out for you, H, because you’re sure as hell not looking out for yourself,” she demands

I open my mouth to respond, but Mum cuts me off.

“Enough, both of you,” she says sternly. I haven’t heard my mum sound so sharp since I said ‘pussy’ on live television, so I already know that she’s proper angry. Gemma seems to lose steam with Mum’s interruption, and I can tell she’s very pointedly avoiding looking at Micky, like a petulant child. “Thought I raised you better than to yell at each other like children when you have arguments.”

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.”

“Never.”

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.

Monday complete! Woke up at 4:30am to teach grit, attack and core at my fitness club! Then quickly got ready and raced to uni 🏃 picked up 2 slices of vegan cake from @cardamompodbrickworks On the way home because it’s my mums birthday!!! Then went to the gym for my own workout 💪💪 now I am ready for a good nights sleep (hopefully, still not feeling 100% 😷😩) and another busy day tomorrow! This was overnight oats made with 1 cup of oats, 1 tbsp chia seeds and a couple drops of caramel stevia drops covered with almond milk and stirred all together and soaked overnight. In the morning I topped with fruit and granola! Lunch was leftovers from yesterday’s lunch! Now I’m off to dinner for my mums birthday 🎉🎉 hope you all had a great start to your week! Xx

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Day by Day

A/n: guess whos back,,, back again. also i believe the fic itself is much better than the description bc im bad at summaries soo,,, keep that in mind

Summary: Dan has struggled with weight issues his entire life, whether it be from elementary school kids on the playground, or his own mind supplying him with bad, destructive thoughts. When he meets Phil, he has someone to share his troubles with. Phil wants to help, and they agree to take things day by day.

Words: 5.6k

Warnings: angst, weight issues, self image, ed characteristics (binge eating, starving etc), swearing, food mentions, light smut. stay safe and dont read if you think it’ll bother/upset you <33

World of Our Own | Harry Styles Uni Au | Chapter 4

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LISTEN TO WILD TROYE SIVAN
We’re alike you and I
Two blue hearts locked in our wrong minds
So can we make the most out of no time?
Can you hold me?
Can you make me leave my demons & my broken pieces behind?

INSTAGRAMS

Word Count 5.6k (sorry it’s a bit shorter than normal)

Harry found himself sat in the arm chair in the corner of the living room. His normal spot, on the sofa, hidden behind the open living room door, had been taken by Liam, much to Harry’s frustration (though he kept that quiet). He had one leg pulled up into his chest, the other tucked underneath. His hands were curled up inside his jumper, but his fingers found their way out so that he could twist the large rose ring around the index finger of his left hand. It was incessant, and he only stopped to nibble at his already bitten down nails.

Harry was anxious. Unreasonably so, he knew that, but that didn’t calm his turning and twisting stomach or his racing mind. It didn’t stop him from spinning his ring, even when it began to make his finger sore, or from chewing his nails even when they were so short it stung to touch them against his teeth. Even the festive feeling of the living room didn’t calm him.

The whole house was adorned in tinsel and garlands. Baubles hung from the lights in the hallway and in the living room, and if it hadn’t been a fire hazard the boys were sure Rae would have done the same in the kitchen. After they all shrugged and mumbled something non-committal at her suggestion of decorating the house for Christmas, Rae had been so disappointed that she’d made it her own personal mission to make the place feel as festive as possible. She’d succeeded, even Louis was getting into the Christmas spirit.

Christmas songs were blasting from the TV in the living room, loud enough so Rae could hear them in the kitchen where she was preparing Christmas dinner for the house before they all left for the Christmas holidays. The boys had been banished from the kitchen whilst she cooked and so they were entertaining themselves with rounds of word association and eye spy while they waited for Rae.

CEO!Kang Daniel AU

Genre;; ceo!au, business!au,, job!au are these things?? ++FLUFFFFF

Warnings;; none that i know of

Pairing;; Kang Daniel x reader

Requested?;; yes (by anon)

Summary;; Your first time talking to your boss, the one and only CEO Kang Daniel, went a little wrong, but oh so right…

Style;; bullet point….

Word Count; 1559

This is kind of inspired by a) a tv show i saw once and b) a video my mum showed me about the london olympics lol so yhh

• Kang Daniel is the powerhouse of W1 advertising company (excuse me i’m terrible at coming up with names for things;;)
• No kidding,, he managed to score official advertising for the Korean winter olympics like;; what?? How?? Persuasion king???
• Not only is he talented as hell in the business sector
• Hes also MAD good looking
• He managed to rise to the top at a super young age because of his skills and he constantly has the older female office workers crowding around him and swooning,,
• I mean who wouldn’t swoon over Kang Daniel???
• The first time you see him is when you first join W1 as a sketch artist for the production sector
• Daniel’s secretary Seongwoo is just showing you around the office when you notice Kang Daniel
• Sitting in his office
• Stuffing gummy bears into his mouth
• Like woah hold up a second?? The professional CEO-god Kang Daniel is literally STUFFING himself with sweets??
• You take a mental note of this like ok you can use it for blackmail if you need to
• After a few months of working there the official sketches for the olympics adverts are needed
• And boyyy is Daniel GRILLING your department
• Everyones working themselves to the bone and Daniel just keeps on;; turning down every idea
• So you decide to take matters into your own hands
• And order him a personalised box of chocolates with ‘cheer up’ on them
• Funny idea
• Would’ve been even funnier if you hadn’t left the receipt in the bag when you placed it on his desk that morning
• With your name on it.
• It didn’t take long for a call to come through to your desk that was just daniel practically shouting into the speaker
• ‘Come to my office now or you’re fired’
• OHHH no you’re screwed sorry not sorry
• As soon as you step foot in his office you just feel overwhelming dread like ohhhh my god
• Dont go losing your job!!
• But instead of screaming in your face he just calmly asks you to take a seat opposite him,,
• ‘You’re y/n, yes?’
• Well duh
• ‘And you’ve been working here for 3 months right?’
• ‘Yes, Mr Kang’
• ‘Did Ong put you up to this??’
• He asks holding up the box of chocolates
• With half of them missing
• Without even thinking you say,, in shock,,
• ‘You ate half of them already?? It’s only been half an hour??’
• He laughs that cute lil laugh and smiles so softly and you just feel your heart skip a beat like ohhh god why is he so charming???
• ‘So you did it yourself. No need for the formalities, y/n, just call me Daniel.’
• Excuse me
• Your superior wants you to call him by his first name because;; you sent rude chocolates to his office
• ‘Thanks for the chocolates by the way, I didn’t realise I was being that harsh to your department that it warranted a rude box of chocolates.’
• Uh oh here comes the you’re fired
• ‘I’m so sorry Mr Kang-’
• ‘No, y/n, I told you to call me Daniel! And there’s no need to apologise because now you’re making the whole plan on your own’
• It takes a second for you to process what he said
• You, someone who has worked there for not even half a year, has been given the sole responsibility to create the plan for the OLYMPIC ADVERTISING CAMPAIGN WHAT
• While you’re just drowning in your thoughts he shoos you out of the room with a quick
• ‘I expect a basic plan in two days time, y/n. I’ll be waiting~’
• He smiles that damn sweet smile and slams the door shut right in front of your shocked face
• Oh my god
• So much work
• uHH tiny time skip
• Its tomorrow basically;; and;; you’re nowhere near finished
• The deadline for the basic plan is due at 9am tomorrow and it’s currently 7pm and you have absolutely no ideas
• Daniel basically banned the rest of the department from talking to you so you couldn’t even ask them for ideas??
• The office is almost empty except for you, and the light’s still on in Daniel’s office but nobody is in there so;; he probably left it on (don’t do that kids it’s bad for the environment)
• The last person left besides you in your department is just leaving when Daniel returns from well,,, wherever he was
• She turns to you, pats your shoulder and whispers
• ‘Good luck, y/n, if you’re too stuck just ask Mr Kang, he’s not as bad as he seems.’
• You nod to her and say goodbye and turn back to your blank computer screen
• The minutes feel like hours as you rack your brain for ideas and it’s almost like you’re in a trance;;
• That is, until, a voice by your ear whispers
• ‘Y/n~ you should’ve asked me for help!!’
• Of course its Kang Daniel uh oh
• He plops himself down in the seat next to yours and begins to supply you with ideas
• Before the clock even turns 9pm you’re finished!! And you’re so pleased you spin around on your spinny chair (i love those) and throw your arms around Daniel
• He just laughs and hugs you back
• ‘Well done, y/n’
• Then you realise what you’ve done haha good one y/n real clever;;
• And you quickly remove your arms apologising profusely while he just smiles at you and giggles lightly
• And in the dim light of your computer screen you realise
• God
• You have a crush on your boss
• He continues to help you with the project after everyone else has left until you have the perfect idea
• The adverts are going to be interviewing the loved ones of the athletes and talking about supporting them and helping them to achieve their dream
• By the end of the month all of your ideas are finalised and you’re ready to start filming
• Both you and Daniel go to the filming, him as the CEO and you as the original creator
• You both stay behind after the initial filming and mess around a bit with the camera
• You manage to catch a video of him stuffing his face with gummy bears and he videos you dancing along to the songs they were playing for the photoshoots bless
• And as you’re watching the various videos of Daniel back you just realise that damn;; you’ve fallen HARD
• His smile just makes your chest ache because it’s so cute and you’re so in love!!
• But no he’s your boss stop
• After that initial filming he suddenly stops attending the filming sessions
• That is, until the last session when he pulls aside the cameraman and well; who knows what he did you couldn’t hear
• He still hasn’t spoken to you properly and you’re beginning to think he’s sussed out your mASSIVE crush on him oh dear
• So you take the opportunity to leave early and go cry into some ice cream while on the phone to your best friend in your department
• Who reassures you it’s all okay but what do they know ??
• The next day you walk into work in a slump with bags under your eyes because boy that ice cream food baby made it hard to sleep comfortably
• Not to mention you’re nearly an hour late because of traffic
• As you log in to your computer you realise you have an email?? From Daniel??
• Its subject is simply ‘completed’ and it has nothing inside except for a video attachment, which you assume is the final cuts of all of the videos from the past sessions
• So you watch it but as you near the end you notice something is up
• There’s an extra 3 minutes?? Why??
• And boom a smiley Daniel appears onscreen (prepare for cheese)
• ‘Y/n~~! It’s your favourite CEO!! I didn’t know how to confess to you so;; I planned this with help from Seongwoo so if this doesn’t work blame him’
• Wait
• Confess
• ‘So… I’ve liked you pretty much since the first day you appeared and saw me eating all those gummy bears;; but since we’ve worked together on this project my feelings have grown and i’m proud to say that i love you, y/n!! I will support you until you can achieve your dream and even beyond! You complete me~’
• Oh my god cheesY
• ‘But i think you should take a look in your desk drawer…’
• So of course uhh you open your drawer and there’s a pack of gummy bears with a post-it stuck to it that reads ‘come to the roof’
• Then realisation sinks in
• You’re an hour late the poor guy will have been waiting on that cold ass roof for an hour better get up those stairs quick
• As you reach the top you notice Daniel standing in the middle of the roof with a small bouquet of flowers dressed up in this rEALLY NICE GREY SUIT (god even imagining it he looks handsome af)
• He spots you, smiles and waves at you, thrusting the flowers towards you
• ‘I thought you’d never come! I was beginning to think you’d rejected me!’
• He laughs and scratches his neck, his cheeks BRIGHT red
• ‘Ahh, Daniel I would never!’
• He pulls you towards him and softly presses his lips against yours, confirming both of your feelings for one another
• As he pulls back smiling he whispers
• ‘That was a long time coming but it was so worth it’
• And you smile because you would never have guessed that from the first time you spoke to him that it would end up like this
• He really is the persuasion king lmao

ahhh second au first request!! hopefully you guys like it lmao it took me ages to think of a plotline ;; and its kind of short yikes

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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.”