and my pot of gold is all yours

anonymous asked:

hi i love your writing so much and was wondering if you had any fic recs to hold me over until your next update 😭

THERES WAY TOO MANY GIRL WAYYYYY TOO MANY??? IDK HOW TO EVEN ANSWER THIS WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ASKING FOR

I’m just gonna throw out whatever comes to mind ok and its probably mostly all smut cuz I’m a perv sorry (wow this ended up being way longer than i intended IM SORRY)


@jiminniemouse is the queen of threesomes so take a look into her profile but some of my favorites is:

Crave (Yoongi smut), Taste (Hobi smut), Making Him Jealous (ima call it a jikook threesome let me live), and her ongoing series Purple Jewels!

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@jungblue ok anything from this girl is gold G O L D i love all of her fics but if I have to choose then

Future Hearts (Jimin/Jungkook love triangle), I Hate You I Love You (Jungkook smut/angst), and Control (Jimin smut omg i am still having chest pains thinking about this one)

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@seokvie This girl has got a whole fucking load of fics it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smutland wonderland your vag will cry in joy and pain

Costume (Hobi smut MY ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC I L O V E IT), View From 4-B (Hobi smut), basically all her Hobi smuts, Show Off (Wonho smut), Paradise (JB smut), JUST BINGE READ ALL OF THEM (i am also excited to read her new fic with jimin and assplay and lets just say my ass is ready but I DONT HAVE A KINK FOR ASSPLAY OK LET ME LIVE)

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@jungkxook yes yes yes everything all of it just do it

Pour Up (taekook threesome), Hiraeth (zombie apocolypse au)

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@war-of-hormoan‘s For You (Tae angst) killed me about 40 times

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@kimvtae‘s Fall For You (Jungkook smut) series and Couples Costumes (Hobi smut)

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@minsvga‘s Philophobia (Jungkook/Jimin smut/angst) series, Taking Risks 101  (Jimin smut), Children of the Night (Jungkook/Tae smut) series

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@yoonminnings‘s Lace Casualties (Jimin sugar daddy)

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@trapmonster‘s He Didn’t (Yoongi smut/angst), Bite me (Jungkook smut), Silent Treatment (Jungkook), Nerd (Tae), Toxic (maknae line)

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@btssmutgalore oh my god all of her fics ALL OF HER DAMN FICS LETS JUST SAY SHE SERIOUSLY OWES ME A NEW PELVIS OK FUCK but my favorites so far are

Nude (Tae), Lightweight (Jungkook), Business (A FUCKING TWO PART TAEKOOK THREESOME GOD), Lollipop (Jungkook), Forbidden (Hobi)

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@ellieljade‘s Apologies (Tae smut/angst) is one of my favorites and honestly just read all of her masterlist as well i cry (out of everywhere)

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@kookingtae‘s Experimental Error (Tae smut I fucking died), The Switch (OT7 Smut holy hell this was one of the first bts smuts ive read and wow now you see why I really love them), Falling Into You (Jungkook smut GOD I LOVED THIS SO HARD) + the rest of her masterlist

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@floralseokjin oh my goodness ok i cant believe i havent discovered you sooner I fucking love your writing pls

Buzz trilogy (Yoongi smut & O       M       G), Playing with Fire (Jungkook smut) i havent read anything else yet BUT I JS SAW SHE POSTED A NEW FIC YOU KNOW WHAT IM READIN TONIGHT

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@onlylovekpop basically all her Wonho smuts and drabbles killed me k i l l e d me but my fav is Bad Behavior

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Other people you should def look into is @kittae (cat fics yes) @seoulscapes (an amazing demon wonho au) @helloblamebts @seokline @kstopping @imaginethisbts @kainks @jeonins @baeseoul (p r o t e  g e)

Im so sorry I’m still sick and I’m getting tired and lazy so I just had to bunch up the rest HAHAHA but I hope this helps anon! And you will def not be disappointed in any of these ok they are amazing and beautiful and amazing and everytime I read their stories literally

Our parents are dating AU

A/N: This is when Jeremy was not married

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Request: Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this

*[Y/H/T] = your hometown

Since the divorce between your mother and father; the least you can say is that you’re not the happiest of happy about your mom dating again. Over that last 3 years and separation of your sisters Averie and Larissa, who stays with your dad in London, your mom and you both moved out of [Y/H/T] and to Los Angeles for a new and fresh start in your new penthouse near Hollywood.
“So you’re telling me that I have to meet your potential future husband today?” you crossed your arms over your white Bardot dress and leaned against the marble kitchen counter directly inform of your mom who proceeded to stir the pasta sauce in the pot completely ignoring every word you were saying, “I understand it has been 3 years but I don’t need another father figure in my life” you panted
“Y/N I am not going to stay single forever now get your ass changed before your ass gets out, they are coming here tonight”
“They who?” you questioned
“THEY as in Jeremy, his 2 sons and daughter” your mom replied over your exaggerated sighs
Tired of all this you walked over to your bedroom and changed into a basic white long-sleeve crop top with ripped denim jeans and a pair of gold high heels before opening the closet and pulling out a black jacket then walked out of your apartment complex “I’m going out”.
You sat down on a small bench overlooking the passing cars driving by, illuminating the city of lights that you have grown so used to love and scrolled down on your contact list to talk to someone you dreaded to talk to in so long. Your dad.


DAD: hello y/n?
Y/N: hi dad is Averie and Larissa at home?
DAD: you just missed them they went out with a couple of friends, I miss you
Y/N: thanks but do you miss mom?
DAD: It’s hard without both of you here
Y/N: she had enough after you cheated and now she is making me meet her new beau
DAD: *coughs* so it difficult for both of us
Y/N: It wouldn’t have to be if you didn’t go for Miss Romania when you had a wife and 3 kids back home
DAD: and I regret it every sin-
Y/N: Mom is trying to contact me. I’ll call you later
DAD: I love and miss you
Y/N: see you


Since leaving your mom alone at the apartment you had a lot of time to think about the pros and cons of your mom moving on like she won’t hassle you with your ex-boyfriends but having a new ‘dad’ will mean new siblings and possibly half-siblings. You began to walk back to the apartment complex to head up to your penthouse for a long night ahead jiggling the keys to the door and throwing your shoes to the side of the door all eyes were on you – especially a foreign pair of brown orbs staring directly at you that belonged to someone with possibly the same age as you. Must be the older brother Justin that your mom was talking about before you zoned out and walked out. Time to pull out the game.
“Hello everyone, sorry I’m late I was stuck in traffic, I’m just going to wash my hands and join you all for dinner” you raved and walked over to your room to quickly touch up your makeup and walked to the dining room where everyone was to sit next to the only empty space available which was next to Justin.

[After dinner]
“Y/M/N you really outdid yourself with this meal! Don’t you agree Jazzy and Jaxton? Thank you again” pointed out Jeremy placing the cutlery on the plate and collecting the finished plates
“It really is no problem Jeremy” Your mom showed the largest smile that you have seen in a long time since your parent’s marriage renewal years ago, “y/n do you want to show the kids the movie room and show them the games they can play?”
You turned to face Jazmyn and Jaxton and noted, “Just down the hall then turn left guys” which earned you a head shake and a dirty look from your mom “If you will please follow me” you smiled and began to walk to the direction you originally told them to follow and turned on the XBOX controller for them to play which left only you and blond haired, brown eyed Justin to talk back at the living room alone. “So y/n how do you feel about my dad and your mom dating?”
“Do you really want to know the truth?” you asked looking directly at Justin. “Your dad is no good for my mom”
“Funny because I don’t like our parents together either” Justin smirked

“so what are we going to do about it?” smirked leaning closer to Justin waiting anxiously for his reply on how to prevent this from happening,

“End it”.

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I watched ‘Minimalism’ tonight. 

I was actually searching for a documentary on sustainability I had been told was on Netflix - just not Filipino Netflix apparently - and pressed play on this instead (those of you that know me know I’m partial to a nice font). 

In the last couple of years I’ve found myself working on being more - for lack of a better word -  ‘mindful’, to open my eyes to what I value in my environment; at home, at work, in my city, my country. To what brings joy, agitation, to what I have control over and what I can let go. It’s been a really enjoyable journey and one I’m happy to keep exploring. 

Recently, I moved house. Not far, just next door. A replica of home with an extra bit on the side for some urban gardening. In not packing up to move (just picking up the contents of a shelf and lugging it in the summer heat to the same, but different shelf next door) I was re-acquainted with my belongings, and what I’ve accumulated in a couple of years of having a home that wasn’t at work. Naturally, I looked at it from an environmental point of view - the energy taken to manufacture it; where it would end up if I chucked it or gave it away; the packaging it came it and the redundancy I can’t seem to escape from. 

I never really considered it’s impact on me. The metaphorical weight of it. The broken promises of that skirt I don’t fit in, but might do again if I just developed some discipline. Those colouring pencils representing a failure to take a break and colour in a jellyfish in the near-empty adult colouring book. Those heels I swore would inspire me to be a bit more fashionable, but never wear, and therefore am a slob. Those make-up brushes that make me feel less of a woman because I have no idea what they actually do, or why there need be so many. Who knew that my room, my sanctuary, was ridden with nuanced negativity. 

If you asked me to visualise minimalism, I’d probably have described a photo of a succulent on a white table with gold trimming on it’s pot á la Instagram. I would not have said ‘happiness’…until I watched this film. It was like giving a face to all my unfinished ‘mindful’ thoughts, and showing me what this path could look like. It’s not an empty white room with a single chair and a bare light bulb. It’s living with what you need, and what you value. It’s side-stepping the marketing that’s shoved down our throats everyday, it’s deciding what to consume rather than being dictated to by the latest trend. It’s freeing yourself from the negativity imposed on you by your stuff. 

I guess at the end of it all, it’s about taking control of your life, recognising what’s really important to you and curating your environment to match it. 

I share this because I believe it’s a wide enough concept that anyone can adapt to suit them and their lifestyles and see positive results - it doesn’t have to be extreme in any sense. And in this mixed up, muddle up world of 2017, we can all do with a little more positivity in our lives…

MAAMB x

Our Ramen Recipe

It’s not exactly low spoons by any stretch, but it is relatively quick and simple, covers a lot of basics, is inexpensive, and tastes delicious. (Please note that most of this can be adjusted for taste; only the egg really needs precision.)

1 packet ramen, flavour to taste (we use Oriental)
~2 tsp olive oil
2 cloves of garlic
~1 tbsp? soy sauce
1 forkful (~1 tsp?) chili paste
4-5 stalks baby bok choy, or 1 stalk of full-size
~¼ of a bunch of green onions
Optional if you’ve got spare spoons: 1 egg, a handful of bean sprouts

Fill a small pot with ~4 cups of water. Boil. Remove from heat immediately and add 1 cup cold tap water. Add the egg and let stand for 17 minutes.

Chop the garlic into slices, and chop the stalk of the bok choy into bite-size squares. (If using full-size bok choy, you will not need it all. Don’t be afraid to discard a chunk off the bottom.)

Use the olive oil to cover the bottom of another pot, add the chili paste, garlic, and bok choy stalk. Put on medium heat until it starts to sizzle, then turn it back down to medium-low (3 on my stove’s dial). Shake to move the ingredients around every time you get a chance, cooking until red-gold and the chili paste is evenly mixed with the oil (about 2-4 minutes) while…

…you chop the onions and bok choy leaves. Put them in your bowl, along with the bean sprouts.. Take the garlic and stems out of the pot. Fill it with approx 750 ml water, enough to completely submerge the noodles in. Add the soy sauce and flavour packet. Bring to a boil.

Add the noodles and cut temperature to halfway. Cook until noodles can be separated by fork. Add noodles and broth to the bowl. Take the egg out of its pot and crack it into the bowl. Serve with chopsticks.

Total time consumed: Approx ½ hour.

Dishes required: 2 pots, 1 bowl, 1 fork, 1 knife, chopsticks, cutting surface. All reusable for days in a row when low spoons.

Total cost: Maybe a few bucks?

Tastes: Delicious.

Nutrition: Not gonna pretend it’s great, but it’s something we can cook basically on autopilot, basically as we get hungry, for a week at a time, and it has at least some protein and something green and starch and liquid?

Pagan Min’s Calls: A Comprehensive List (In Progress)

I love getting those calls from Pagan Min while playing Far Cry 4, but I haven’t been able to find any kind of comprehensive list or videos. So I’ve decided to make one. I made up the titles pretty much. Anything title in italics needs the full transcript. I’ve linked clips I’ve found where possible because obviously you need to hear him say these things. Please send any transcripts and/or clips you have found!

It would also be really interesting to learn if there’s any specific order they typically come up in. I personally have heard each one up through “Yuma’s First Impressions”, in this order.

Last Updated: 15 Feb 2015, 6:00pm EST

“Again with the Crab Rangoon”

…I had him killed. Or was it his family? Either way, the spread will be better next time…That’s the last time I’m kidnapping a fucking TV celebrity chef…

“That’s It. That’s the Call.”

“Ajay? Ajay? Aaaaaaaaajaaaaay?”

“Uh? Yes?”

“Awesome! Oh, just making sure you’ve been listening.”

Our Little Family

I wish you could remember what it was like back then, Ajay. Your mother and I, with you on her hip, oh those were the days. She was never happier than she was back then, and I should say the same for myself. We had such plans, not just for our little family, but for Kyrat. It wasn’t always like this, I long for those days but then it’s too late. I tried, I really really did, this place is ruinous. Try not to let them drag you down, Ajay. Ishwari didn’t send you back here for that.

“Kanye”

I’ve been thinking about my image, on the world stage, and I think what I lack is a celebrity endorsement, you know, a visit from Dennis Rodman type. Perhaps I could get Beckham to bring the Galaxy over for a game against my best 11? A bit cliché now I suppose. A pop star? If the dictator of Turkmenistan can get J-Lo to sing him “Happy Birthday” then who’s to say I can’t get my fading star of yesteryear? I wonder how much Kanye is going for. Do you follow him on Twitter? It is gold. I would love to shoot the breeze with that young man.

“No Homo” (7:57-8:32)

Uncle Pagan here, just checking in on my favorite nephew. So tell me, Ajay, who are you rooting for so far? Have you fallen into Amita’s honey pot, or have you been dazzled by Sabal’s flowing locks and bad-boy jawline? Hey, each to his own, that’s your lifestyle choice to make. He isn’t my cup of tea, contrary to the rash assumption some may make about my appearance. I am indeed batting for the other team. You, more than most, should know that there was only ever one woman for me, my boy.

“Always Money in the Banana Stand Temples” (8:32-9:31)

Oh, I’d love to give you a tour of my vaults one day. Right now, I’m looking at all the wealth of Kyrat. Gold medallions, ivory statues, jade carvings, such delightful trinkets! The Golden Path says I stole its wealth, but I did no such thing! They robbed themselves for centuries instead of putting it to good use! I, on the other hand, have been selling off whatever I can to the West, and whatever I can’t, I melt it down and make something a little more…contemporary. There’s a lesson for you, Ajay. People are hypocrites, and they all want someone to blame for their shit-filled lives, they never want to accept their share of the responsibility. The next time they’re whining about building schools or clinics, remember they’ve been hiding away their fortune in dusty old monasteries for centuries!

“Fucking Candles”

Ajay, you’ve been out and about exploring Kyrat for a while now. Tell me who lights all of those fucking candles? The country is in the grips of a civil war, an apparently monstrous dictator has the country on it’s knees, and yet some industrious fool has put it upon himself to wake up every morning and go around lighting hundreds, and hundreds of candles. Oh I’m tempted to employ someone to blow them all out again. Actually I have a better idea—Gary. GARY! Put it down this is important. Listen, candles are now illegal. What? Yes all of them! Treason punishable by death, thank you—and thank you Ajay, you just made my week.

“Zippered Meat Pockets”

Ajay, I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of having a new suit made up for you. If you are to lead Kyrat when this is all over, you’re going to need a sharper look than denims and fucking sneakers, my boy. And that jacket. Oh, don’t get me started. Why on Earth do you need so many zippered pockets? What do you keep in them all? Handfuls of meat? Huh, I suppose you do. I’ll make a note for my tailor: “Ajay’s jacket, zippered meat pockets.” Perfect. Well, don’t let me slow you down.

“PowerPoint”

Did I ever tell you about Noore? This is one of my favorites. She used to be a doctor, quite a benevolent soul. She came to Kyrat on some aid mission in the early days of my reign. She had the audacity to write a report on the human right abuses perpetrated by my regime! So I reached out to her, invited her to come back, to see the improvements, how we’d acted on her recommendations. I extended the invite to her family. So she came, husband and kids. I put them up in the palace, I even put on a little meeting for her, made a PowerPoint, “A 12-Step Action Plan” to address Kyrat’s human rights violations *chuckles* Except each slide was about how I was going to ruin Noore’s life. *laughs* So Paul “De Pleur” kept her family hostage while I forced the great humanitarian, Dr. Najjar, to run the most terrible parts of my Kyrati empire. Oh, between you and I, I think she actually enjoys it now.

“Lancing Boils” (9:32-10:14)

A word to the wise, Ajay. The next time you need something lanced, employ the services of a professional, as scarce as those services may be around here. Did you know because of your mother I sponsored an entire class of students to study medicine in Singapore? And they never came back! Can you believe the depth of that ingratitude? Paul dealt with their families here in Kyrat, and I had my contacts in Singapore track them down and find a fitting end for each of them, yes. Oh, as satisfying as that was, I now find myself lancing my own boils. Gary! Bring me some gauze and some fucking antiseptic ointment!

Yuma’s First Impressions

I’ve spent a lot of my life apologizing for Yuma’s first impressions. She has a remarkable ability to make consistently terrible introductions. I’d love for you two to meet on better terms, she really has been the driving force behind most of my successes. She forges deals with my international buyers, she polices Noore and De Pleur, she even finds time to run my army. Well, that is until her recent obsession with Kyrati superstition took a hold of her. She thinks I don’t know about the expeditions she’s been sending up the mountains looking for magical paintings or whatever it is. I’m as open as the next fellow about negligible losses for the sake of employee morale, but only so many pens can go missing from the stationary cupboard before someone has to lose a hand!

“Piano Recital”

I was in America not so long ago. I looked up Ishwari, but I couldn’t bring myself to see her, not after all these years. You always regret those decisions when they die, don’t you? Anyway, I was there with De Pleur, or rather “Paul Harmon”. He invited me to his home to meet his family, to see the other side of him. It was incredible to see the man behind the man. Paul, the loving father and husband. I was as jealous as I was happy for him. We went to his daughter’s school to see a recital. There was his darling Ashley, the light of his life. I could see the tears welling up in his eyes, so proud, so much love. It really made me think, what if I had followed Ishwari? What if that were you clumsily stumbling through a piano recital as I looked on teary-eyed through a viewfinder, capturing every precious moment. It always hits you when it’s too late, Ajay, always when they’ve gone.

“Cocaine and Yak’s Blood”

After Ishwari left it was a very dark time for me. Oh I was a cruel and angry young man. It’s this time more than any that gives me the reputation I have today. Yes, yes, I murdered countless innocents, yes I outlawed religion, yes I changed the currency so everyone’s savings were meaningless. And yes, I may have gone through a period of bathing in yaks’ blood and slamming rails of coke. But…I’m reformed now, look at me, getting this country back on it’s feet again. Top shape, Ajay. *snorts a rail of coke* Top shape.

“Pàng Xióng”

Ajay, did I ever tell you about my first body double? Not the one you wiped off the map, he’s number three or four now perhaps. Anyway, the first one, Jeong was his name, started brilliantly. He looked the part, diligent in his duty, but back then I didn’t realize what becoming me could do to a man. He went completely berserk! And it wasn’t the random beheadings or the blood-drinking that did him in in the end, no! It was a particularly embarrassing incident where in full costume, he was caught trying to sneak into Disneyland! Using a forged Dominican Republic passport–this is the best part–under a Chinese name that meant “Fat Bear”. Fucking imbecile!

Story-Relevant (spoilers!)

“Poor Eric” (15:06-15:53)

“Hello Ajay, did you miss me? Oh wait, yes, you did!”

“Pagan? I just killed you!”

“No, no, you just ruined a perfectly good body double with hair loss. Do you know how expensive he was to make? He wasn’t even Asian, for Christ’s sake, he was from Melbourne, I think. His only crime was being born with fabulous cheekbones. Whose picture do you think’s on the money? No matter, what’s done is done, I suppose next time it’ll just be you and me.

"Choices” (18:35-19:46)

“Oh Ajay, I can almost see your furrowed brow from here.”

“Pagan, what do you want.”

*tutting* "Tone! I’m merely calling to check up on you! I hear your little friends are having a bit of a spat. It must be hard, what with you in the middle of it all. Choices are difficult. Trust me, I’ve been there. In fact, you should be grateful for the choices I’ve made. Choices like Yuma. I went on live television to serve her up to you, and I loathe television. Radio is so much more my thing. And you, you jumped on the opportunity. Poor Yuma, she will be missed. It was a tough call to make, picking you over her. But it was the right call. You’ll see. Of course, you’re in a hurry. Places to go, shit to tear up. I’ll let you get back to it. But don’t forget, Ajay, choices have consequences.“

"Something More Contemporary” (20:07-20:37)

Really, Ajay? What do you have against my likeness? All those posters, Eric my double, and now this. Am I missing a hint? Should I start taking this personally? That statue was solid fucking gold. Literally! I’m not being metaphorical. Do you know how many artifacts I had to melt down to get it made? And poor Eric standing there for God knows how long just to pose for it! Well, what’s done is done. And dinner’s nearly ready.

Farewell Address

If you’re listening to this, I am no longer with you. At the time of this recording, Ajay Ghale has just ditched me at a dinner party, and I am admittedly a little ???. I have a plan for what should happen next, but the future is a fickle mistress. Regardless, I hope I leave Kyrat in better hands than my own. And to the Golden Path, oh ho! Fuck you. I’ve always hated the lot of you. Sincerely, Pagan Min.

Escape from Durgesh DLC

“That’s My Boy”

Well I had something important to say, but I suppose you just want to get out there and start shooting things. *chuckle* That’s my boy.

“Typos”

You know what I hate? Typos. You pay good money for propaganda posters, you expect them to be properly proofread! Ajay, be a good little errand boy and destroy the less than perfect propaganda in that center. While you’re at it, teach the people there a lesson. We’ll see if they’ll ever spell Pagan with an ‘e’ again! I’ll bet this is Yuma’s doing. She knows just how to piss me off.

“Elephants!”

I feel so much better knowing those terrible posters will never see the light of day. I’m giving you elephants. That’s right, elephants! I call the big one Hurley. He’s clumsy, but oh-so-adorable.

“Boom Boom”

Well, Daddy’s tower didn’t go boom-boom, so that means you must have succeeded. Excellent work, Ajay. You are, er, let’s see here, “capable and valued”, yes, those were the words for the day. I’m a believer in positive reinforcement in case you haven’t figured that out. Your reward! It will be made available to you when you head to your little landing zone. Thank you so much!

“Positive Reinforcement”

I still believe in you, and I still value you, Ajay. I’m a believer in positive reinforcement. I’m in control of my temper, even if you did just fuck up royally!

 


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{Pompeii Chapter 5}

Kankuro was a riot, and a part of Sakura believed he was only so chummy and outgoing because it made Gaara all the more uncomfortable. Kankuro acted as if it was a real treat to do anything with Gaara, making the younger brother bluster and blush.

“I’m going to take this upstairs first,” Gaara ground out, glaring at his brother. He paused when he caught Sakura watching him and then ducked his head. “D-do you want to show me where you want it?”

Sakura nodded, taking the stairs two at a time until she was on the landing outside her room. The door had been left empty for the brothers to move in and out of easily. Sakura slipped in first and waved Gaara in behind her. There was a space under the windows she wanted the mattress set. A folded set of sheets sat off to the side, ready to be applied.

“It’ll be nice right under the windows,” Sakura commented, feeling a little nostalgic for when she used to have a similar arrangement in her childhood home.

Gaara surveyed the room, nodding at the cleaned off floor. “You have a lot of room here.” His eyes settled on the succulent she had put under the nearby window and Sakura watched his eyes soften. “You kept it.”

Now it was Sakura’s turn to flush. “Yeah. I…I know it’s super cheesy, but while I like plants and flowers I feel like the desert breeds are the only plants that can survive me. I remember for high school graduation I got so many flowers and even the potted ones. I tried to take care of them but they all died.” She glanced back at the succulent on the window sill. “A friend gave me a small barrel cactus in a pot apologizing for being so prickly all year long. I took care of that guy for my entire college life. It’s a nice feeling, when something stays with you for so long.”

“They are strong,” Gaara agreed.

Behind them the sun was setting and filtered gold started to streak in through the windows to the west. It made his face and hair just glow.

Sakura blinked, “Will you and your brother be okay carrying the mattress up?”

Gaara snorted, shaking his head and making his hair sway. “Kankuro is unnecessary.”

Seconds later a snake of sand slithered mid air, followed by a coil around the mattress. Kankuro was lying on the mattress with a saucy smirk, letting Gaara carry him and the merchandise to the designated spot. He winked at Sakura as Gaara set the mattress down.  Gaara’s sand smacked Kankuro as it left the mattress like hands leaving a child.

“A little showy, don’t you think?” the older brother asked, adjusting the black cat hood he wore as part of his outfit. In addition to a set of all black he also came with an impressive design of face paint traced across his face. At least Sakura guessed it was face paint.  

“Are you truly necessary?” Gaara asked in a droll tone, eyes half lidded.

“Yeah, cause I’m the one in charge, duh.” Kankuro hopped up and slid up alongside Sakura. “Speaking of which, my boss wanted me to ask you about the invoice. Someone already tried paying for it and we wanted to ask-“

“Don’t accept his money!” Sakura’s reaction was knee jerk at best. Both brothers blinked owlishly at her. “Ugh, no, it’s just someone trying to be welcoming. I don’t want to do anything that could be construed as taking a bribe so please don’t deposit their check or whatever they used. I have the payment already made out for you to take back.”

Kankuro smiled, causing Gaara to flinch. “Ah, no worries there. Temari is a force all on her own. She’ll turn down their payment if you tell her to. But is that okay with you? It might piss the party off.”

Sakura felt her shoulders and rolled them back, adopting the look she took on when addressing business. “That may be unfortunate, but I stand by my decision.”  

Kankuro laughed. “Oh man, the old lady is going to love you. Ah, I better get out of here before I get in too deep. Gaara looks ready to murder me.”

Sakura turned and looked back over her shoulder at Gaara, but his face only flushed a brighter shade of red under her scrutiny. He looked more embarrassed than anything. Kankuro was a tease.  

“Come on little brother, you can’t sleep here. Let’s leave Sakura to her rest, it’s getting late enough.”

Outside the sky was caught between the ghost of gold and budding night. In a little while the first stars would probably twinkle into view.  It got dark so fast, like the sky was a drain and all the gold had fallen through to a place Sakura couldn’t see.

Sakura wrote the check and a note to Temari, thanking her for being so understanding, before seeing the boys off at the front. By the time they were out the door there was silver in the sky. Gaara turned to wave her goodbye and the moonlight caught in his pretty green eyes. Sakura nearly froze at the way he looked back at her. It was an image she didn’t believe she could ever forget.

“I hope you sleep well tonight,” she said, not knowing if he heard her.

Gaara’s lip quivered before pulling upwards. “You too.”

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I certainly can! Hold onto your enchanted hats and hide the children, ‘cause Belle and Rumple striking each other’s deals all night long is what Rumbelle does best.

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Inspite of my radical tendency,
And my sympathy for all the cultural revolutions in the world,
I am obliged to take off my hat,
To your bourgeois hands,
Made of pure gold,
Obliged to admit their extreme softness,
And their extreme feminity,
And their absolute authority on the water and the plants,
The stones and the men,
And obliged to admit their good deed,
On the greek civilization,
And the pharaos civilization,
And the civilization between the two rivers,
And obliged to admit,
Their intelligence when they talk,
And their depth when they’re silent,
And their civilization,
When they grab a silver pot,
And pour tea in my cup,

Your hands are noble, by inheritance,
Like the girrafe is spotted by inheritance,
And the Bulbul is musical ..,
And the word is rebellious by inheritance,
And me,
I am not against your luxurious, spoiled hands,
And I don’t think, when I’m in their company,
About any feeling of social calssification,
Because I never mix,
Between what I think is juste,
And what I think is beautiful,
Between the ideologies that I touch with my brain,
And the ideologies that pour milk and honey,
In the palms of my hands,
Between the splendor of the principles,
And the magnificence of your sleek hands,
Like the opal poetry,
And the expesive glass,

Your hands are royal,
They have kings’ pageantry, and king’s might,
And I don’t know how to sit on the kings table,
And the language used to talk with the kings,
I didn’t love in my life a queen but you,
And I didn’t get implicated with a woman,
The blue blooded ones but you,
Because I’m one of this people,
With a heart beating like a red apple,
And a nose that smells the female,
In a primal manner,
So teach me,
How to be polite with your polite hands,
Teach me the password that leads to the treasures of your hands,
And teach me how to use silver spoons,
And how to climb ivory ladders,
And how to put my head,
On pillows made of velvet and birds feathers,
You, with the hands that comfort in the distinction and coquetry,
Teach me what to tell your guards?
So they let me enter the throne room,
To pledge my loyalty to your mythycally formed fingers,
And tell my prayers before the most expensive silve candlestick,
In the history of the Byzantine churches,

Your hands are well educated,
Masters in the science of beauty,
And me reading, and writting, on the light of your hands,
And learning all my lessons,
And attending all my tests,
And getting all my diplomas,
With their care, and their good prayers,
You with the hands to which I owe all that I know,
Don’t tell anyone,
That your hands are the source of my culture..

I visited the museums of the earth,
From the Louvre, to the Metropolitan, to the Prado,
And I saw the best plastic works,
And the oldest sculptures, and the icons,
But I never saw a sculpture,
That amazed me more than your hands..

Your hands a rare arabic texts,
And books, without second editions,
So don’t take your hand from mine,
So I don’t become illeterate again.

Your hands are two princesses of the midle age,
Riding a golden cart,
Pulled by two golden horses,
So when does the regime in my country becomes democratic,
So I can shake the two princesses?

If the café attenders knew,
That your hands went to the café every day,
They would have left their coffee cups,
And drank your hands..

The believers stand,
Before the chruch of Sait Paul in Rome,
Amazed,
And I stand before the church of your hands,
Carrying my oil, and candles,
Wishing to have the keys of heaven,

I look at your hands,
When you are reading my coffee cup,
Then I am reassured on my future,

Your hands are spring clouds,
That which without,
The world would die of thirst,

All the poems,
From Virgil to Rimbaud,
From al-Moutanabi to Mayakovsky,
Seem, before the words of your gifted hands,
Like drafts of unfinished poems,

Mozart fingers,
Get me to a state of unbalance,
And you fingers,
Get me to God..

—  Nizar Qabbani, A conversation with two aristocratic hands.
The Land of Plenty.

In a forest by a lake,
pine cones thick upon the floor,
I slipped and banged my head
and was ushered through a magic door.

The King of the Leprechauns was on his throne,
pots of gold lay all around
and lively music filled the air;
a melodious and pleasing sound.

A tankard of beer was placed in my hands,
I have never tasted such a heady brew,
by the look of the King as he slouched on his throne
t'was easy to see he had sampled a few.

“ What brings you here to my humble abode? ( he slurred )
if t'is gold you are after, sure you don’t stand a chance.
If t'is music and laughter, we will give you your share;
stories to laugh at and music to dance.”

Gold lay thick upon the ground
and I filled my pockets with golden coins,
my eyes were searching for a means of escape,
but I could not see no exit signs.

Then all was silent, the King was asleep,
I searched and found and outside door,
and as I raced into the night,
behind me droned the King’s loud snore.

I was out into the forest, in the cool night breeze,
and I emptied my pockets to count up my treasure,
nuggets of coal lay in my hands;
the King of the Leprechauns, had had my measure.

I walked for home with a heavy heart,
my treasure gone, my pockets empty,
I could hear his laughter ringing in my ears
as he supped his beer in the Land of Plenty.

Ambrose Harte. - Scattered Thoughts

You don’t amaze me because I love you.
I love you because you amaze me.
Happiness was just a myth until we met.
Ever since then my world has been complete.
Never could find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
But when I looked into your eyes I found the most beautiful riches of them all.
Didn’t believe in love at first.
But now all I feel is the constant love that you give me.
The butterflies in my stomach.
The electricity in my skin when we touch.
The fireworks in my chest when we kiss.
The love in my heart when you say my name.
Its a beautiful thing really.
How I would go to the ends of the earth for you my love.
It is not by any means easy.
The situation we’ve been put into.
But I promise that I’m never leaving.
You loved me when I couldn’t love myself.
That’s the greatest thing I have ever stumbled upon.
So when you’re feeling down.
Know that my words are straight out of love and care.
I’m a mess dear.
This I know.
But for you princess.
I’d clean up and put it aside to see that smile.
Us against the world is too cliche.
Us until we disperse is a much better representation.
In love?
Why yes I might be.
And by golly if this is love I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.
Because I get to love God’s most precious angel.
You.
—  I don’t know if that was about me but is this reassuring?
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arianne week //favorite moment

She was lost, confounded. Promised. I was promised. “Who is it? Who have I been betrothed to, all these years?”

“It makes no matter. He is dead.”

That left her more baffled than ever. “The old ones are so frail. Was it a broken hip, a chill, the gout?”

It was a pot of molten gold. We princes make our careful plans and the gods smash them all awry.” Prince Doran made a weary gesture with a chafed red hand. “Dorne will be yours. You have my word on that, if my word still has any meaning for you. Your brother Quentyn has a harder road to walk.”

(…)

“I must know how you learned that Quentyn was abroad. Your brother went with Cletus Yronwood, Maester Kedry, and three of Lord Yronwood’s best young knights on a long and perilous voyage, with an uncertain welcome at its end. He has gone to bring us back our heart’s desire.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What is our heart’s desire?”

“Vengeance.” His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. “Justice.” Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, “Fire and blood.”

Loving you is like walking on a hanging bridge or a road covered with fog. I don’t know what’s in store for me. I don’t know what I will find at the end. All I know is it doesn’t matter if I slip and meet a tragic death. It doesn’t matter if it’s like the end of a rainbow with pots of gold. It doesn’t matter if a car crash into me and break my ribs and rip me apart. Nothing matters now but this. I don’t know if I’ll find you there. It would be great if you’re waiting for me or walking with me with your hand clasped with mine. This is a risk I’m willing to take. I just hope my feet would stay strong until I can finally crumble knowing you’ll be there to wake me.
—  irishjulienne, hanging bridge

*:・゚✧*:・゚✧ Story time *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Last night (like 11 pm) my friend and I were like let’s go find pokemons and got in the car down to my local park and there was this group of guys there all looking at their phones and Kia (friend) was like wait are they playing Pokemon go? And then one of them started yelling about something probably zubat I mean fuck them and we were like YESSS so we get out and befriended these guys like sharing chips and portable chargers and shit thus beginning the pokesesh where we went on a pokewalk around shepards bay

We walked all around the bay and there was like cherry blossom petals on a pokestop so we went to investigate AND IT WAS A FREAKING LURE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE LIKE WTF WHO WHERE ARE YOU MYSTERIOUS GOD OF LURES so everyone congregated there and I mean like people were driving from across the suburb to it we made MORE friends

And then back at the park we started at someone, we never found out who probably fuckin lure god again, lit two lures right next to each other
It’s like 12 at night by now and we’re all like okay should we go? We should go there
So friends get back in their car and we set off back around the bay to the park where there’s just a fuck load of people sitting on the park benches and on the swings in the rain and shit in between the fuckin lures

There was like 20 people there all debating which teams are best what pokemons they have, what’s in the area, what’s your strongest Pokemon it was freaking magical

The lures run out and someone mentioned that across the river they found a pikachu so we all go separate ways and kia and I headed over the river in the car and were like laughing about how many friends we made and shit and oh my god there was like a pot of gold only it wasn’t gold it was lures

there were so many pokestops with lures on them it was so crazy yo and all these people showed up and everyone is just double parking in the middle of the road because we’re all playing pokemon
Legit there were cars lined on both sides of the road all the way down it was insane and were just surrounded by lures and all these Pokemon and everyone was so friendly and it was like 1:30 in the morning and my phone was slowly dying but we’re all just gathered there as the rain buckets down

I would’ve stayed out there all night but I had an early morning but fuck man it was the craziest night of my life
Pokemon go brings people together

Disliked -Teens

Disliked -Teens


Harry: “Mum, can I go to a party?” Your son asks as he puts his phone in his pocket, completely ignoring Harry who just got in the door. “I don’t know, can you be a little respectful?” You question,
“Hi harry.” He mumbles,
“Hey kid.” Harry pets your sons shoulder, “so can I go?” Your fourteen year old asks, “ask Harry if he can take you.” You reply, wanting your son to be more accepting of Harry. After all this time, the two still are distant. “Will you take me?” He asks, in a mumbled tone.
“Please.” You correct your son,
“Uh, what time is it?” Harry asks, looking at his phone.
“Starts at seven.”
“Ehm I can’t.” Harry sighs,
“See this is why I just come to you, he doesn’t do anything.” Your son huffs, walking away. “Alright, alright, I’ll take you. I’ll just get an ass kicking from management.” Harry trails off towards the end. “You don’t have too.”
“I want too, he’s going to hate me more if I don’t.” Harry sighs walking after your son. “You better get ready, be ready to leave at quarter too. Can I ask you something?” He asks, and your son shrugs. “What do you have against me? You’ve never liked me from the moment I met you.”
“You don’t like me.”
“What, why do you think that?”
“You’re always busy, never around when I’m here, you stopped being fun once I got to eight.” Your son answers Harry. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”
“Okay.”
“How should I make it up to you?”
“Let me drive your car.” Your son smiles,
“The RangeRover?”
“No, the Audi.”
“When you’re eighteen, now go put your shoes on, lets get ice-cream like old times.” Harry smiles, finally happy that his step son has opened up to him after many years.


Niall: “Hey sweetie, wanna come to a concert?” Niall asks your 15 year old daughter, “and watch people go crazy over you? No.” She rolls her eyes with an attitude. “Okay, how about we go to the movies?”
“I’m busy.” She coldly replies, shutting him down. “Why can’t you be happy to spend time with me, just like my nephew is?” Niall sighs, leaning on the doorframe. “Your nephew is amused by anything, he’s three.” She states,
“What are you busy sound?” Niall questions, trying to figure out why your daughter still dislikes him. “Studying.”
“Studying on your phone?”
“Can you go?”
“No, I want to spend time with you.”
“The boat for spending time with me, has disembarked, sailed and sinked.”
“Oh, that hurts.” Niall sighs looking down. “Want to hear a story?”
“Not really.”
“When you were around three or four, you wouldn’t let me pick you up, no matter what I did. I tried everything, bribing you with your favourite foods, toys, everything. You still insisted on crying whenever I picked you up. You barely even let me play with you.”
“You clearly didn’t know my favourite food or toys.”
“Your favourite food is home made lasagna, specifically your mums. Your favourite dessert is apple crumble, with two scoops of ice cream, no more, no less. Your favourite toy was your Christmas teddy that is white and has the red hat, your favourite blanket is the white one that you still have in your closet, right next to the teddy bear. Your favourite colour is purple, you hate wearing pink, just like you kinda hate me.” Niall recites, taking your daughter by surprise. “Woah, you know all that about me?”
“I know more.” Niall nods,
“So, you do care?”
“Of course I do.”
“You’re not going to leave like dad did, are you?”
“Kid, it’s been over ten years, since your mother and I got together, I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with my pot of gold for a while.” Niall replies, with a smile. “Oh.”
“You’re sad about that, aren’t you?” Niall asks softly,
“I don’t know, hey uh, how about that concert?”
“I dunno, does my step daughter still hate me?”
“Depends, is there apple crumble involved?” She smiles,
“There might be, there might be back stage passes too.” Niall confesses as she smiles and jumps off the bed. “Can, can I get a hug?”
“Sure, you don’t have to ask.” He opens his arms. “Really?”
“Really, I treat you like my own.”
“But your daughter asks for hugs.”
“She’s your sister, not just my daughter, and she’s three, she enjoys asking.” Niall replies, engulfing his step daughter in a big horan hug.


Liam: “For some reason I don’t think leaving the boys at home was a good idea.” Liam comments as he unlocks the front door and walks in. “The house is still standing, we are doing good.” You chuckle, “boys!” You call, just as you hear the crashing of something and a few words being thrown. Liam hurries to then sound, you following right behind him. “Hey, hey break it up.” Liam demands as your twin seventeen year old boys, fist fight on the floor. “Stop hitting each other.” Liam instructs, pulling one of the boys off the other. “What’s all this about?” Liam demands to know, “nothing, you always interrupt and but into things.” Your son yells, shrugging his way past Liam. Liam helps the other twin off the floor. “What happened?”
“He’s an asshole, he’s an ass to me, and he is an ass to you. You ought to set him straight, he’s lucky he has an advantage over me because of my wrist.” Your son spits, “what did he do? I’m already aware he doesn’t like me.” Liam sighs,
“He was talking shit, as usual. If I was you and my step son was such a dick, I’d set him straight and beat his immature ass.” Your son huffs firmly before waking away. Liam looks to you and you put your hands up. “Uh ah don’t look at me. We agreed, you handle the fist fights.” You say, walking out.
“How does one teen like me, but the other doesn’t? They’re twins, they are meant to think alike.” Liam sighs,
“I don’t know, go ask him.”
“No, he’s mad.”
“Well, calm him down. Show him you’re older and he needs to respect you.” You reply, watching Liam nod. Liam walks up to your sons room, and walks in. “We need to have a chat.”
“I’ve got nothing to say.”
“I do, I know you don’t like me, I don’t know why, and I do want for you to like me. I don’t know what I’ve done to make you hate me so much. You can hate me as much as you want but don’t take it out on your brother.”
“You’re just like dad.”
“What?”
“You’re just like dad, perfect, sweet, caring, and as soon as something bad happens you’ll leave, just like he did. Then I’ll get a letter in the mail, saying how much you want forgiveness and to see us again.” He confesses, taking Liam by surprise, “I’m not like your dad, I don’t know what he did to you, but I’m not him. I have been here for you two boys since you were walking, and talking. From a young age, you didn’t like me, you always ran to your mother instead of me. Your brother, on the other hand, learnt that I am not going to be who your father was and is.”
“That’s what they all say.”
“Give me a chance, I’ve been trying hard to show you that I am decent. Do you have a girlfriend?” Liam asks,
“No that’s my brother.” Your son huffs,
“Okay, let me put it this way, I love your mum, no matter what, and I love you and your brother, no matter how much you hate me, or even get on my nerves sometimes.”
“We get on your nerves?” He smirks,
“Yes, sometimes I want to just kick you both up the ass, you’re both pains in my butt. I drive you places, give you everything, and you still don’t see how much I do for you. I have cars already waiting for you as soon as you turn eighteen, I am willing to send you to any college around the world to keep you happy and educated, come on, I even gave you both your first taste of alcohol at sixteen, not to try be cool, but to show you that alcohol isn’t a big deal, so that when you can drink, you don’t get too overwhelmed. I love you boys, even when you fight and hate on me.” Liam explains,
“You’re such a softy.” Your son laughs,
“Be grateful I’m not a dick who doesn’t give you anything and is a terrible step dad.”
“I guess I have some apologizing to do?”
“That’s your decision, but your favourite uncle and daughter have invited us to dinner, how about we go?” Liam asks, watching your son blush. “Someone’s got a crush.” Liam chimes, finally being able to be playful with your son. “I’ll help you with that, of course if you want advice? I gave your brother advice and he got the girl.” Liam smiles, handing your son the keys. “I’ll take that as a yes, now get your butt up and drive me to your uncles house, make it snappy.” Liam jokes, doing exactly what your sons do to both of you.


Louis: Your son walks in, throwing his football bag down, hobbling in. “What happened?” Louis asks,
“Nothing.” Your son replies, sitting down on the couch, pained. “Did you lose?”
“Go away.” Your son groans, not wanting Louis around, like usual.
“Here let me have a look at your knee.”
“No, don’t.” Your son instantly reacts but Louis ignores him. “Kid I’ve had injuries, and see injuries, shut up and let me be a good step dad.” Louis rolls his eyes, fed up with your teenagers behavior towards him. Louis inspects the knee, doing his best to get it moving without too much pain. “You’ll be alright, just get some ice on it.”
“Whatever.”
“You know, being cold towards me isn’t such a good idea. I mean, I don’t at all have a football game lined up this weekend where you can have eyes on you.” Louis comments,
“What do you mean?”
“Well, because I am such a terrible step dad, I signed you up to be on the team for Nialls game in Ireland this weekend, we are flying out Thursday, but if you can’t accept me for once, and acknowledge my presence, I’m not going to let you join in. I can do a lot for you, you’ll have teenage girls screaming for you as you play, it will be televised on TV, and you’ll be raising money and helping Niall. Not to mention, there will be other games and you’ll be able to show off you skills. But if you can’t appreciate anything, treat me like a human, than I don’t think I can keep doing this all for you.” Louis finally lets out, expressing how he feels towards your son. “What do you want me to do? Call you dad?”
“No, you don’t need to call me dad, just stop ignoring me, treating me like I’m just some guy that you’ve never met. I’ve helped raise you, I don’t deserve to get nothing from you. I get you’re a teen but you’ve been like this since I can remember, man up, and stop be childish.” Louis adds, making your son go quiet for once. “Anything to say to Louis?” You ask, proud that Louis finally said something, it took long enough.
“Why did you do this all for me if I treat you like shit?”
“Because I want something to do with you, what I give to you, is exactly what I plan on giving to your brother when he’s old enough. You’re no different, you’re not mine biologically, but you’re still to me, mine.” Louis sighs, placing some ice on his step sons knee.


Zayn: “I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to go.” Zayn bites his lip looking at you. “I know, but she has to make her on decisions and know what’s right and wrong.”
“I really don’t think it’s a good idea y/n, it could be an alcohol party.” Zayn sighs, worrying about his step daughters safety. “If we say no, she will only do it behind our backs.” You sigh, just as your daughter walks in. “You just don’t want me to go, you never want me to do anything. You might as well lock me up in my room, and only let me out twice a day.” You daughter snaps, before storming to the living room, her heels clicking. “She’s not Cinderella, and we aren’t the evil step sisters.” Zayn sighs walking to the living room. “Let’s make a deal.”
“No, you’re nothing but a mean guy, always controlling people, controlling me.”
“Calm down, I’m looking out for you.”
“You’re like a leech, sucking the life out of me.” Your daughter lets out.
“I’m going to take you, but you have to promise me something.” Zayn sighs,
“Why should I promise you anything?”
“I’m looking out for you. But, I’m letting you go, on the conditions that you be responsible, if anything happens, call me, and I’ll come get you.”
“Nothing will happen, you’re over controlling.”
“You’ll eventually see that I’m trying to keep you safe. Zayn sighs.

After just an hour of your daughter being at the party Zayn gets the call, the call from a crying teen, wanting to come home, and apologizing immensely.
"Are up okay?” Zayn looks over at his step daughter in the passenger seat. “Why were you right? Why do you always have to be right? Why do you care? Why did you come get me?” She sniffles, “you’re part of my life, I’d hate to see anything happen to you. I’ll always look out for you, I don’t want to always be right, but I am glad I was right and told you that you can call me. I’m not the bad guy that you think I am.” Zayn sighs,
“But I’m a bitch to you.”
“Eh, you’re a teenager, and you’ve for a reason to be a bitch to me. I took the place of your dad, and I’m sorry for what happened to him, I will never try be him or replace him, I just took the place of him with your mum and in the house.”
“I know, I guess I always thought you were a jerk and I just didn’t want to have you care.”
“I don’t have to care, I didn’t have to come get you, I had just gotten to the studio when you called. The next time you go to argue me, or call me names, remember that I go out of my way for you.” Zayn smiles as he watches the road. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, so how about some late McDonalds to help those tears?” Zayn suggests, knowing his stepdaughter loves McDonalds when she’s sad.