he looks a bit like my ex actually

hill-creature  asked:

Strong desire to read your yelling about why n52 Tim is Bad

So to start– as a character, why n52 Tim is bad as a representation of Tim is because he’s selfish (Tim is loyal), was never Robin (that was an enormous part of Tim’s character AND the Batman Universe) and he’s flat as a character (Tim evolved and grew so much). + a bunch of other issues I have with him and the way people treat him and interact with him but that’s not the point of this.  

But my theory for that, plot-wise, in-story, however you want to phrase it– is because it’s not… actually… Tim? 

Essentially, when the universe reset, everyone kind of got shifted over one slot. Everyone’s essence got transferred from one universe to another and that got used as the building block for who they are in the new universe. Except, Tim’s, for some reason, didn’t get the memo everyone was jumping ship. They pulled one big cosmic Home Alone on Tim, somehow. 

So there was just this big ~Tim Drake Shaped Gap~ in the universe blueprints for the N52/Rebirth universes. So the Cosmic Powers That Be were kinda like “lol o shit what do we do we kinda need a tim drake in here somewhere” and kind of reshaped the life of the next best “Tim Drake” understudy they could find. 

Which happened to be a dark haired, blue eyed prodigy kid who lived in Gotham, with rich parents and a craving for heroics. (I call him Nathan.) So when he fucks up trying to play hero and has to go into witness protection, he’s given the name Tim Drake and falls into Batman’s hands and the universe powers are like: 

So it explains why he’s similar looking, why he acts kind of like Tim but he’s missing some of those crucial characteristics, why his real name isn’t even Tim Drake, why he’s just a little bit Tim but not quite right.

And because I love death and dying, I decided to try to coherently flesh all of this out so I could write a fic where The Actual Tim Drake comes back instead of Tim_Drake_2.exe and is like “guys what the actual fuck”.

Pass Me The Controller Part 3

Its a bit short and a bit late but its better than nothing right?

In case you’ve forgotten..

Part One

Part Two 


“Fuck” Jack said under his breath and before I can comprehend whats happening Jack is on the other side of the room throwing me a shirt and putting one on himself.

“Y/n? Jack?” Conor calls up the hallway.

“Uh, we’re in my room Conor.” Jack replies, pulling the shirt down over my head and covering me with the duvet, “Play it cool ok?” He whispers to me.

“Y/n are you ok?” Conor walks in a second later coming straight over to me and getting into bed next to me to give me a hug, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here tonight for you. I’m sure the last thing you wanted was Jack, I’m sorry love.”

“I’m actually ok. Apart from vomiting in your bathroom.” I try to laugh but there is so much tension between Jack and I that I barely manage.

“Oh no! Are you alright now?” Conor turns over his shoulder, “Jack you can go now mate, I’m sure you’re not helping much anyway.”

I feel terrible at the look on Jack’s face and he sees the look on mine but he shakes his head, “Its ok, I hope you feel better in the morning y/n” and with that he walk away.

“No wait!” I blurt out. Conor gives me a confused look, “I mean, you can stay if you want, its your room Jack.” I see a little bit of a glimmer in Jack’s eyes.

“No he can piss off, the last thing you needed was irresponsible Jack making you sick, I’m sorry you had to deal with him-“

“He was actually amazing” I interrupt, “He made me completely forget about my ex actually. I mean yeah he got me a little drunk and I threw up but at least I was laughing the whole night.”

Conor almost looks like he doesn’t know what to say, he actually looks a little offended and Jack sees it, “I’ll go get you a water y/n and you and Conor can chat, ok?” Jack says as he leaves the room.

As soon as he is gone Conor pulls be into a big hug, “I’m here now, ok? Do you want to talk about it?”

I go to snuggle into his warm embrace but become suddenly aware that I’ve only got underwear on under Jacks’ t-shirt and I pull the covers up a little closer, “I think I’m actually ok. There’s not much to talk about, my ex did what I knew he was going to do and that’s that. I’m done with him and I’m moving on.” I feel my cheeks flush and the mentioning of moving on and remembering back to literally 5 minutes ago.

“Well as long as you’re sure you’re ok, Come on you can sleep in my room.” And with that Conor pulls the covers back and reveals my exposed lower half, “Oh!” I quickly pull the covers back over myself, I feel my whole body panic, “I’m sorry! I didn’t realise-“

“She threw up all over herself so I gave her something to change into” Jack says, surprisingly calm, standing in the doorway. I breathe a mental sigh of relief.

“Right, that makes sense, thanks Jack.” Conor says unconvincingly, his brow still furrowed. He moves some of the hair off my face, “Is that a hickey on your neck?”

My heart starts to pound, “Oh, it must have been from-“

“You didn’t have it yesterday when i saw you and he wasn’t with you last night.” He turns to Jack, who hasn’t managed to stay as calm looking as he was a second ago, “Did you fucking do something to her Jack?”

“Conor, let me explain.” Jack tries to say but Conor jumps up and storms over to him.

“Did you get my best friend drunk,” Conor pushes Jack out of the door way, “when she was weak and vulnerable,” he pushes him into the wall, “and fucking take advantage of her?” He punches Jack across the face.

“CONOR!” I scream, scrambling out of bed.

“You fucking loser!” He punches him again.

“STOP! HE DIDNT!” I push myself between them and Jack falls to the floor.

mizjoely  asked:

Sherlolly prompt: Undercover sherlolly (or just sherlock) as an appliance repairman (bonus points for Molly admiring his plumber's crack if that's not too risque!)

I DIED when I got this ask! I have a husband in the construction field (yes I swoon over a tool belt just as much as a well tailored suit hehe) and he often works around the house so…yeah it’s not an unfamiliar concept lol. Had fun coming up with this CRACK fic muahaha…enjoy! ;D


Molly nearly jumped three feet in the air as she let herself and her date into her flat…and saw a man standing in her kitchen. And especially because it wasn’t just any man.

“My God, what are you doing here, Sh-”

“’At’s right, Miss,” he said, gesturing to his name tag. “Name’s Shawn. Ope you don’t mind your landlord let me in to work on that pesky dishwasher at’s been givin you troubles.”

Molly sighed heavily and glanced at her poor confused date standing next to her. “Um, sorry about this, Brent.”

“Not a problem,” he said with a smile. 

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I Want To Write You A Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 13)

The rest of the night was awkward and you couldn’t wait to finally head off to bed. Luckily your parents called it a night pretty early and everyone else did was well. You and Harry went into your room and you shut the door. 

“Okay, so do you want to tell me what happened while we were gone?” You ask him. 

He sighs taking off his shirt and throwing it aggressively on the floor. “No.” He mumbles. 

You sigh walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist and rest your head against his back. “Babe, I know something is bothering you, you can tell me. Did my dad say something?” You ask. 

He sighs putting his hands over yours. “Your dad and brothers did drill me a bit, but I can handle that.” He says. 

“Then what’s wrong.” You whisper. 

“I know what you’re going to say…” He sighs. 

You sigh. “So, that means you’re just not going to tell me something then? You’re just going to keep whatever happened a secret and let it bottle up inside?” 

“No…” He sighs. “Let’s just say your dick of an ex approached me and he’s just so fucking sure that he’s going to win you back.” 

You roll your eyes at that.”He honestly said that?” 

“Yep.” He says. 

“And what did you say.” You say. 

“That there’s no way in hell that’s going to happen.” He says. 

“Damn straight.” You smile. 

Harry laughs a bit. “So, you really like me huh?” 

You giggle kissing up his back. “Is it not obvious?”

He smirks. “I thought you said no cheeky business while your family was here.” 

“Well… I think as long as you keep quiet, we should be fine.” You smirk as he turns around to face you. 

“Me? I believe you’re the screamer around here, baby.” He smirks pulling you closer to him. 

“You give me a run for my money, actually.” You say wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Well, it looks like we have some control to work on.” He says picking you up and laying you on the bed. 

**

The next morning, you and Harry get up to make breakfast for everyone. You weren’t sure how the day would go and what your ex might try to do, so you tried not to get too worked up about it. 

When your parents came down for breakfast, they already seemed to have a chip on their shoulder. Your brothers came down next and then your ex and you all sat down to eat. 

After a bit of a silence, your mom looks over at you. “So, Harry, Y/N, why don’t you tell us all about your relationship. Like how you met and everything.” 

Harry clears his throat and wipes his mouth. “We met at the studio actually. Y/N and I both were with a mutual producer and he played a track of hers that I really fell in love with for my solo album. He then set it up for us to meet and we worked on a song together and the rest is sort of history.” He smiles over at you. 

“And will we get to hear this song by chance?” She asks. 

“Well, I’ve been holding off on re-recording it for my album because it’s a duet and I’ve been trying to get this one to record it with me, but she won’t.” He jokes nudging you a bit. 

You laugh a bit. 

“Oh, well, I’m sure you wouldn’t want that.” She says shaking her head. 

“Excuse me?” Harry says. 

“I just.. I mean.. I would think that you would want someone with the talent that is on your level. “ She shrugs. 

“Okay, what does that even mean?” Harry says looking at her. 

“Harry, don’t.” You whisper. 

“No, I am.” He says. “What do you mean by someone on my level?” 

“It’s just, from what I know you’re  a part of this huge band correct? You have a very successful career while, Y/N doesn’t have that. She doesn’t have the capability to have that.” She says. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Harry says throwing his fork down. 

“Harry.. stop.” you sigh. 

“No, Y/N. I’m not just going to let her talk to you that.” He says. 

“And we’re not going to let you talk to our mother like that.” Your brothers say glaring at Harry. 

“Oh, but it’s perfectly fine for you all to shit on your sister? For your information, Y/N is a fucking amazing singer who writes hit after hit and pretty much ever song on the radio is one that she wrote. She’s out here in LA making a name for herself all while with zero support from her family.” Harry says angrily. 

“Hey, she chose that for herself.” Your dad interrupts. “We told her we didn’t support this type of a career path because it wasn’t reliable and that she should go to school and focus on something more practical, but no she disregarded our opinions and came anyway.” 

“Wow… What kind of parents and family are you?” He says shaking his head. “Why did you even bother flying all the way here if you don’t really even care about your daughter?” 

“We never said we didn’t care about her.” Your father says pointing to Harry. 

Tears were falling from your eyes as you sat there listening to everyone talk about you like you weren’t even there. The things your parents were saying, weren’t anything knew, but actually hearing them say those things in front of Harry and him defending you, hurt a lot because quite honestly you should have been the one to have the courage to defend yourself. 

“Will everyone just shut up!” You yell standing up. “Mom, Dad, Brandon, Liam, and Eric, I really appreciate you coming to visit, but I’m tired of feeling like a failure and a let down in this family. I’m tired of not being my true self because of you and all the shit you’ve said to me all these years. And luckily, having Harry in my life as made me realized that I should have done this a long time ago. If you have nothing, nice to say to me, then all of you can just fucking leave. I don’t want you staying in my house anymore. You can go home or stay at a hotel in LA, I don’t fucking care, but I want you out within an hour!” You say before walking up the stairs. 

Everyone looked at you shocked and then looked at Harry. He glares at them. “You heard her. I’ll call a cab to pick you up. So, I suggest going and getting your things all packed.” He says getting up and heading upstairs to you. 

You were pacing around your room and tears were streaming down your face. Harry walks in and wraps his arms around you. “Baby, I’m so proud of you.” 

“I proud of myself, but I still feel really bad about kicking them out.” You sigh. 

“I know, but honestly, it’s for the best.” He says kissing your head. “I’m sorry if I went a look overboard.” 

“No, no it’s okay. I’m sort of glad that you did because it made me realize that I should have done this a long time ago.” You whisper. 

He smiles rubbing your back. “Now, I know this might not be a good time to ask, but what did you mean by you’re tired of not being your true self?” He asks. 

“I don’t want to hide behind a pen name or other artists anymore. I want to be my own artist and performer.” You whisper. 

“Wait? Are you serious?” He says looking at you happily. 

You smile nodding. “Now, I’m not looking to go performing at Madison Square Garden anytime soon, but yeah, I think I want to start working on my own album.” 

“Oh my god, that’s amazing baby!” He smiles. “I’m so proud of you.” 

You smile leaning up to kiss him. “But before I start on that, though, we have our own song to record.” 

Harry pulls away and smiles even more widely at you. “I’ll give Nathan a call and see when we can get some studio time.” 

You smile when he walks into the bathroom with his cell phone and you sigh. Everything that just happened this morning was a huge step for you and it all was happening so fast, you just hoped that you weren’t making a huge mistake along with it. 

Knocked Out (2/?)

And we’re back with chapter 2! More communication issues, more teasing, and way more constructicons!

Thank you all so so much for your responses to the last chapter! You’re all so sweet and have made me even more excited about this project. Bless all your sweet faces.

As per usual, this will also be up on ao3 in a bit if you prefer reading over there. Or if you missed chapter 1 and want to read it here on tumblr, just hit up the “fanfiction” tag on my blog and you’ll find it real quick.

Title: Knocked Out

Series: Transformers: Prime with the constructicons shoved right in there, and just a sprinkle of ideas pulled from tfidw

Pairing/Characters: Breakdown/Knockout, joined by Bulkhead and the Constructicons

Warnings: Robot injuries (nothing super gory), sexual jokes, language barriers, and fluff. Oh the fluff. Also slow burn I guess depending on your definition of slow haha.

Fic Summary:

And so there Breakdown found himself, with an injured barbarian in his arms who turned those dazzling crimson optics towards him, and for a split second Breakdown felt as if it was his knees that were injured because boy did they feel weak.

Barbarian AU where the citymech unwittingly does the kidnapping.

Chapter Summary:

“So, you really did pick up a barbarian pet, huh?” Scavenger said, aiming for teasing but frankly just sounding excited.

Scrapper seemed less pleased as he commented, “I’d expect as much from Bulk, but thought you at least knew better.”

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//6 months//

Anon - “ hey, can I get a jack Maynard imagine ??? You are dating for like a while and everything is amazing and then you bump into your ex and you go out for a lunch or something and when jack finds out he gets super protective bc your ex is an asshole and kinda jealous but you assure him you love only him????? Omg I hope this makes sense, thank you in advance and have a lovely Christmas I love you ”

| Thankyou so much honey, hope you like it! Love you too & Merry Christmas ♡ |

Readers p.o.v
So today is Jack and I’s 6 month anniversary, before meeting him I went through heartbreaks and I had a really bad stereotype in my head that all guys are the same and there is no point being in another relationship because I’m just gonna get fucked over again and again. Don’t get me wrong when Jack came along I still stuck to my stereotypes and beliefs that all guys are “the same” but he was determined to win me over, which he did. He changed my whole perspective on relationships and guys in general, he made me believe that there are actually good people out there who know how to treat a girl like a princess.

To celebrate our 6 month anniversary we decided to go to our favorite local café to grab a coffee and bite to eat. We were walking along the sidewalk, hand in hand..on our way to lunch when a familiar figure bumped into me, making me stumble back a bit. I looked up all of a sudden becoming face to face with the person who put me through hell and back, my ex.
“Long time no see!” He said to me with a surprised look on his face,
“Yeah it has been, I’d stay and talk but I don’t want to and also we’re on a date! Bye now” I said rudely to him and continued my walk to the café with my boyfriend. I could see Jack give me a weird look in the corner of my eye, I know for a fact he is going to bring this up during lunch.

After we ordered and sat down at our table Jack decided to speak up about the situation that occurred 5 minutes ago, just like I thought he would.  
“Y/N…why were you so rude to him? I wouldn’t of minded if you wanted to chat to your old friend for a bit?” I looked up, our eyes coming into contact with each other, I sat there not wanting to mention it was my ex because I didn’t wanna ruin our date but I had to say something.  
“Jack he isn’t a friend, that’s my ex” his faced changed from confusion to anger within a matter of seconds.  
“Y/N why didn’t you tell me that was your ex?! I would’ve knocked him out right then and there! The prick!” He said as he crossed his arms like a 5 year old having a strop. I gave Jack a small smile and replied by saying “That is exactly why I didn’t tell you, I don’t want you to get hurt I genuinely love you so much and wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you..” I thought that by me saying that, it would’ve ended the whole dilemma but it just brought up a whole nother petty argument.  
“What are you trying to say? You think he’s stronger than me or someth-” Jack got interrupted by the waitress bringing us our meal and coffee, we both thanked the waitress and as soon as she walked away, Jack started again…
“Do you think just because his arms are a little bit bigger than mine that he can conquer the world or something? If you think he’s so bloody fantastic, go to lunch with him then” Jack said as he started to stand up from his chair about to leave me alone on our 6 month anniversary.  
“Jack wait! Sit down and let me explain something.” He reluctlenley sat back down to listen to what I had to say, “Jack, my ex is an ex for a reason and you know that. You had to fight for me for almost 3 months before I built up the courage to even say that I liked you. He put me through so much emotional damage that I luckily can forget because you’ve helped me heal those awful wounds that he put there! Jack I love you and only you, just because someone has bigger arms than you doesn’t mean anything to me… I know that when people fight each other they both get injured and I didn’t want to sit at home looking at someone who is the love of my life all bruised up. Okay? I love you not anyone else” Jack stared at me tears brimming his eyes, he blinked as fast as he could to make the tears disappear, once he composed himself he looked up at me and gave me a little smirk,
“I’m sorry that I over reacted and I love you so much, I honestly don’t know what I’d do without in my life” shortly after he said that he lent across the table and gave me a quick peck on my lips.
“Oh jesus! Now you’re gonna make me cry!” I laughed, he laughed along with me at my response. The rest of the day was filled of love, laughter and affection. I don’t know how I got so lucky.

10

Nobody’s saying our neighborhood is the Garden of Eden. Hell, some people say God avoids this place altogether, but it’s been a good home to us to me and my kids, who I’m proud of, ‘cause every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me.Fiona, my rock, huge help.Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she’s not a raging psycho bitch. Lip, smart as a whip. Straight “A”s and the honor roll.Boy’s definitely going somewhere. Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic. Don’t have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper. Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll of dimes and an old gym sock. Carl. Uh, I don’t really know that much about Carl. Oh, loves animals. Always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room. Ah, Debbie. Sent by God, total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in. Liam, going to be a star. I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor. He and the ex were close. Kev and Veronica, fantastic neighbors. There’s nothing they won’t do for each other. Or to each other. I never realized how little sex I was having till V and Kev moved next door. And me, Frank Gallagher, father, teacher, mentor, captain of our little ship. We may not have much, but all of us, to a man, knows the most important thing in this life we know how to fucking party!

anonymous asked:

do you happen to have any fics with fat/chubby draco? (preferrably with no feederism sorta stuff.) i read one a while back and it was amazing! but i havent been able to find any more, the fandoms Super Skinny interpretation of Draco kills me :^(

Of course i can anon friend! This was a great request to receive, so thanks for that. :) 
These are all stories where Draco’s chubby, his weight isn’t a kink in them, they mostly deal with body image and insecurities. 

Save My Wonders by sdk (21k)
Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco’s senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother’s roses and… something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar…
And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.

Fall, And I Will Catch You by @julietsemophase (10k)
A cruel remark about his recent weight gain threatens to push Draco over the edge. Harry however is determined to pick up the pieces and put him back together.

Together, We Can Soar by @julietsemophase (10k)
Three weeks after they first got together, Harry and Draco are enjoying their relationship in secret. When it is forced into the open though, Harry worries what will happen. [Sequel to Fall, And I Will Catch You]

In it For The Long Run by @goldentruth813 (4k)
While Harry is away on an Auror mission Draco comes to the sudden realization that he looks quite different now than he did as a teenager. How will his body issues affect his own self worth and his relationship with Harry?

Mon Petit Gateau by Reinamy (11k)
So an ex-Death Eater walks into a pastry shop…and the rest, as they say, is history. Chubby!Draco.

This ones actually chubby Harry but i wanted to rec it as well because it’s really sweet and lovely. :)

Soft Spot by @julietsemophase (1k)
Draco loves every single bit of Harry, even the bits he doesn’t like himself.

Stan, Fidds and Rick having an “Ex-Wives Club” and getting together every month to drink and complain like the crotchety old men they are.

Contrary to what the name suggests, it’s not just an opportunity to vent about their exes, but other failed romances, failed heists, earth and space authorities alike. And to also talk about their grown kids with daddy issues, the exploits of them and their grandkids/niblings, The Duchess Approves, anime critique, etc.

Occasionally, Ford wanders by during their sessions and shakes his head, all smug. “Should have focused on science, like myself, and you wouldn’t have these woeful divorces hanging over your heads,” he laughs one day.

And Stan grins, saying, “Actually, Sixer, as a divorcée yourself, I’d expect a bit more understanding.”

Ford’s rightfully perplexed, until Stan shows him the papers documenting the separation of Stanford and Goldie Pines, and then he’s fuming.

“Well, kettle my corn! Looks like you meet the criteria to join, after all.”

“HA! Not so fuckin’ h-high and mighty a-anymore, Mr. Hypocrite.”

“That wasn’t even ME, it was Stan using MY name!”

“Still counts. Welcome to the club!”

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Bellarke and "I'm lost" :)

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A/N: i’m doing a thing and you should check it out! requests close january 4


Bellamy weaves his way through the crowd. Two more hours of 2016, two more hours of being sociable and trying not to stress about how much anyone is drinking, and then he can start gently herding his friends toward the door.

He dodges flailing limbs as he passes Raven and Miller’s animated arguing and Jasper’s dubious dancing, edges around the crowd that gathered to watch Anya challenge Indra in an arm wrestling contest, studiously avoids looking in the direction where he knows his sister is sitting in her girlfriend’s lap. By the time he slips between Lincoln and Wells, laughing over cat videos on Luna’s phone, he’s never been more glad to see his kitchen empty.

Well, empty except for one person. But that one person’s presence is large enough to fill the whole apartment. He’s not sure how he only just now became aware of her.

“Clarke?” He says, dumbfounded. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m lost,” she deadpans. “Must have showed up at the wrong door. But you have champagne, so–” She lifts a solo cup to him and smirks. “Might as well stick around.”

“I meant– I didn’t know you were coming,” he says, scratching the back of his head. She raises one eyebrow, expression perfectly sardonic.

“Aren’t you the host?”

“O is hosting. I just live here.”

“Ahh.” She nods, leaning next to him against the counter. “I didn’t think you were the type to make champagne jello shots.”

“You don’t know my life,” he says reflexively. To his gratification, she snorts. “She hosts all her parties at my place because she thinks it’s the only way to get me to come. And because my apartment is nicer than hers. I don’t get veto power over the music, or the food, or–”

“The guest list?” She asks, lips twisting in a wry smile.

“I wouldn’t have vetoed you,” he insists, though he doesn’t add that he’s just as glad Octavia didn’t mention Clarke was coming.

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your pov

I’ve just about had it with C/N, he sends me so many mixed signals all the time and I’m just ready to know whether he likes me or not.

“C/N!” I yelled, walking briskly down the hallway.

He turned and smiled when he saw me. “Hey Y/N. What’s up?” he asked, leaning against a locker.

“Do you like me?” I asked.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Yes..?”

I rolled my eyes. “I mean..like me, like me.”

His eyes widened and he looked to the ground a little bit. “Let’s uh, go somewhere a little more private.” he said, taking my hand and leading me away.

He opened the door that leads to the courtyard and we went to a small table and sat down.

He took a deep breath before beginning. “Yes, yes I do like you. I actually like you a lot.”

I smiled and nodded. “I like you too,
C/N.”

He smiled. “That’s great, but there’s only one problem.”

I frowned. “What is it?”

“Well, you know my ex and I just got out of a serious relationship and I still have some feelings for her of course. We won’t be getting back together of course, but I don’t want to be fully committed to you when I’m still feeling a certain way about someone else you know?”

I nodded. “I understand completely. Just let me know when you’re ready and we can go from there.” I smiled.

He reached across the table and grabbed my hand, running his thumb across the back. He brought it to his lips and kissed it lightly.

“I’ll see you next period.” he said, standing up and grabbing his bag.

“Alrighty, bye C/N.”

“Bye Y/N.”

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I'm Not Pregnant Yet (Luke Hemmings)

The smell, the weather, the bed. Everything was different, another hotel room yet it still felt like home to me when he was there with me. His corny jokes and that goofy smile was always there, so were the groans and his bad moods. But that was the very small prize I had to pay for all the other good things that came along with Luke. Hearing his laugh was enough for me not to wonder why I was doing all of this - touring with him. It had never been my thing, I wasn’t the one always up for a trip and something new. I was pleased with staying at home and doing the same thing every day.

“We have to head out in three hours,” he mumbled as he got back on the bed. He had just been on the phone with one of his managers for the last minute.

“Oh,” I gasped as my fingers traced his beard. We were going to the airport to go back home for the weekend, only to come back here to do another show in two days. “After we have lunch with my mom we should go grocery shopping because I can’t manage all of this junk… Uh… And…” I knew I had totally lost his attention even though his eyes were still on me. “Luke?”

Before I could even see him leaning in, he had already left a kiss on my cheek and left the bed for the second time.

Sighing, I sat on the bed and watched him as he grabbed his laptop and found a comfortable position on the bed beside me.

“Will you talk to me?” I muttered as I poked his hip with my index.

“No,” he whispered, his eyes on his laptop screen. He finally got where he wanted and quickly wrote a line and then another.

He wrote for fifteen minutes before he placed the laptop on the bed and turned to look at me.

“That’s why I wanted you on tour,” he said, “you’re fucking amazing.”

I giggled as I took his laptop and looked at what he had written. Somehow he had managed to finish an entire song with really good lyrics in fifteen minutes. I knew he had been working on this new song for the last couple of days, but he hadn’t gone very far with it. I read the lyrics without understanding how I had helped him with the writing. I couldn’t rely to this girl he was talking about, we hadn’t much in common.

“This song is not about me though?” I uttered and he shook his head no. “Then how did I help you?”

“This girl,” he pointed at his laptop, “I’m talking about everything that didn’t work out with her, how she was not the one for me and how it hurt to think she was the one and how she wasn’t…” He said awkwardly, we hadn’t really talked about our ex’s much. Or at least, we weren’t really comfortable doing so.

I nodded, “But the last two lines…”

“They’re about you… It’s just my way of saying I don’t care about that breakup anymore and how life really gets better sometimes… Do you find it weird how I still write about my ex?” He wondered, his eyes filled with concern as he bit his lip.

“No,” I shook my head, “it’s fine.” I looked at the lyrics, “It’s actually a really good song… Well, that’s if you don’t fuck up with your guitar and-”

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed as he pushed me.

“So are we going to go grocery shopping after we have lunch with my mom?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.

“Your stomach is weak, how can you not like junk food?” He sighed as his left leg wrapped around my waist.

“I like it, just not for every meal for every day and every week,” I pouted. “Plus, now I have a baby food,” I whined as I lifted my shirt and he chuckled.

“I can’t see it,” he said.

“Well, imagine a chubby boy… That’s what it looks like,” I said as I watched him smile. He kissed my lips before he pulled away.

“Is he a cute chubby boy?” He asked as he replaced a strand of my hair.

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Stop it, you’re making it sound like I’m really pregnant.”

“That’s why it’s fun,” he smirked. “In a few years, babe…”

Nobody’s saying our neighborhood is the Garden of Eden. Hell, some people say God avoids this place altogether, but it’s been a good home to us, to me and my kids, who I’m proud of, ‘cause every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me. Fiona, my rock, huge help. Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she’s not a raging psyco bitch. Lip, smart as a whip. Straight “A"s and the honor roll. Boy’s definitely going somewhere. Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic. Don’t have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper. Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll of dimes and an old gym sock. Carl, uhm, I don’t really know that much about Carl. Oh, loves animals. Always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room. Ah, Debbie. Sent by God. Total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in. Liam, going to be a star. I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor. He and the ex were close. Kev and Veronica, fantastic neighbors. There’s nothing they won’t do for each other. Or to each other. I never realized how little sex I was having till V and Kev moved next door. And me, Frank Gallagher, father, teacher, mentor, captain of our little ship. We may not have much, but all of us, to a man, knows the most important thing in this life: we know how to fucking party!
—  how everything started
I Wish (Part 2)

Part 1

There’s a lot of grammatical errors in this one idekw
Part 3 will be posted next week :)

Guess what? It’s finally friday. And here I am now at the Jaspar’s flat making milkshakes for my two favourite idiots.

“God I love your milkshake.” Caspar said, standing beside me, holding his half full glass of vanilla shake while I’m putting another set of ingredients into the blender.

“Yeah. My milkshake bring the boys in the yard.” I said trying hard not to laugh, pressing the blend button.

“You don’t have a yard.” Joe laughed while walking towards my other side.

“Then buy me a yard.” I responded sarcastically and Caspar laughed.

“You two are so cute.” Caspar said causing Joe and I to stare awkwardly at each other.

“So uhm…” Joe broke the silence. “What’s our plan for tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” Caspar asked.

“Our traditional Jaspar ft. Y/N saturday?” Joe responded excitedly.

“Actually guys, I already have plans for tomorrow.” I said as I put the shake on a glass.

“What?” Joe and Caspar asked in chorus.

I gave them a forced smile as I give Joe the glass of milkshake. He took it and stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

I sighed. “I’m filming a collab with Finn tomorrow. And he’ll probably stay at my flat until like 8 pm I guess?”

“Why?” Caspar squinted his eyes.

“He said he wants to catch up. Talk about life or something.”

Joe then spoke with annoyance in his voice. “Isn’t he your ex boyfriend?”

“Kind of.” I answered then he quickly drunk half of the glass of shake. Like to force himself to not say something.

I spoke again. “I mean we were like 15. And our relationship lasted for only about 5 months.” I laughed, a bit embarrassed but still proud that I got the chance to date someone like Finn Harries.

Finn was actually my first ever proper boyfriend. He was really caring and protective. I loved him but I guess… we were only meant to be together, but not really meant for each other.

Caspar looked at Joe and grinned. “You look troubled, buddy.”

Joe stared irritatingly at Caspar for a few seconds, put down the glass, and walked away with his grumpy face.

“Joe.” I said. “Where are you going?”

“To my room. Need to edit something.” He answered without looking at me. Kind of rude actually. Joe then walked downstairs, leaving me and Caspar here in the kitchen.

“He’s so jealous.” Caspar said laughing.

I unintentionally smiled as I feel myself blushed.

***

I am now back in my flat. Currently preparing my camera, lights, and other stuff for my little collab with Finn. Speaking of Finn, I texted him and he said he will be meeting me at a cafe near the park. Oh and I need to move fast because I’m going to be late.

After setting up the equipments, I went upstairs to fix myself. I put on some make up and wore nice clothes. I was about to look at myself in the mirror when I suddenly heard my doorbell rang.

I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. My eyes widened as I open the door, seeing the brown haired boy who’s been giving me butterflies in my stomach since the day we’ve met.

“Joe?” I asked a bit surprised.

Joe smiled. “Hey, Y/N”

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s saturday.”

“Yeah but I told you I have plans.”

“Oh uhm y-you didn’t tell me that.” He said nervously, his eyes avoiding mine.

I laughed slightly at his actions. “You’re not a good liar, Joseph.”

Joe stared at me for a moment, trying to find the words to say. “Well…” He finally spoke. “I’m just not used to… not being with you on a saturday.” I noticed him blush as he look down.

“Aww you’re like a cute tomato.” I squeezed his cheeks and he frowned.

“Piss off.” He tried not to laugh.

I chuckled. “I’m about to but I need a ride.”

“I can take you. Brought my car.” He then again smiled.

“Great! I’ll be meeting Finn at the cafe near the park.”

Joe’s smile slowly faded when I mentioned Finn’s name. “And we’ll be driving him back here?” He asked with no hint of energy in his voice.

“Yup.” I responded.

“Great.” He rolled his eyes.

***

Joe and I entered the cafe, arguing about him staying at my flat tonight. He said he wants to make sure that Finn and I will not do anything ‘wrong’.

“I told you. Finn and I are just friends now.” I said to Joe as I scan the room to find Finn.

“He’s your ex boyfriend.” He mumbled in response.

“Oh there he is!” I said as I saw the one I’ve been looking for.

Finn walked towards me with a bright smile on his face. “Y/N! Hey.” He said as he give me a quick warm hug.

Finn let go and stared at me for a moment with happiness clear in his eyes. I stared back, knowing that I missed him so much. But I felt no certain feelings, only happiness and joy because of the fact that I am now friends with someone that I once loved. Although there’s still 'love’ that remained within my heart. But the kind of love that I feel and give to all my friends.

“Ehem.” Joe faked a cough. I turned around and mouthed the word 'sorry’ to apologise for ignoring him for the past few seconds. I noticed Joe sigh in annoyance. The expression of his face was not… okay anymore. He doesn’t look sick or stressed but it was clear that he’s not alright.

Is he jealous? But no. Joe rejected me right? He said it like a billion times, we’re better off as friends. He doesn’t have the rights to be jealous… If he really is jealous.

“Ah… Joe.” I smiled awkwardly as I slowly turn to face Finn. “This is Finn. Finn, this is Joe.” I said.

“I know.” Joe responded blankly which is a bit disrespectful.

“Hey Joe.” Finn smiled. I bit my lip, feeling a little embarrassed for Joe’s actions. “So let’s go?” Finn spoke again. “I wanna hear some stories from you while we’re in the car since I’ve missed you so much is that alright?”

I giggled. “Totally. My life’s still boring though but I–”

“Yeah yeah let’s just go.” Said Joe as he walk out of the cafe.

French Kissing Joe Sugg II Jaspar fanfiction

- Masterlist of all my stories -

Summary: “@Caspar_Lee: I dare you to French kiss @Joe_Sugg for at least 60 seconds! #darecaspar #jasparisreal”

Caspar had known it was inevitable.

He had not known, however, how much of a mess ninety-nine characters could create.

Chapter 1 II Chapter 2 II Chapter 3 II Chapter 4 II Chapter 5 II Chapter 6 II Chapter 7 II Chapter 8 II Chapter 9 II Chapter 10 II Chapter 11 II Chapter 12 II Chapter 13  II Chapter 14

Chapter 15: The Gift

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me and obviously none of this is true. All events depicted here are purely fictional.

A/N: I’m baaaaack with another chapter! It’s Christmas time, y’all! Just a heads up: This is a mature chapter and things will get very heated and very explicit later on, so if you don’t feel comfortable reading that, I suggest you don’t.

Keep reading

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[4/6] pilots ➝ shame/ess

“Nobody’s saying our neighborhood is the Garden of Eden. Hell, some people say God avoids this place altogether, but it’s been a good home to us, to me and my kids, who I’m proud of, ‘cause every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me. Fiona, my rock, huge help. Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she’s not a raging psycho bitch. Lip, smart as a whip. Straight A’s and the honor roll. Boy’s definitely going somewhere. Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic. Don’t have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper, knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll of dimes and an old gym sock. Carl…uh, I don’t really know that much about Carl. Oh, loves animals. Always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room. Ah, Debbie. Sent by God, total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in! Liam, going to be a star. I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor. He and the ex were close. Kev and Veronica, fantastic neighbors.There’s nothing they won’t do for each other. Or to each other. I never realized how little sex I was having till V and Kev moved next door. And me, Frank Gallagher, father, teacher, mentor, captain of our little ship. We may not have much, but all of us knows the most important thing in this life. We know how to fucking party!

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“Nobody’s saying our neighborhood is the Garden of Eden.
Hell, some people say God avoids this place altogether, but it’s been a good home to us to me and my kids, who I’m proud of, ‘cause every single one of them reminds me a little bit of me.
Fiona, my rock, huge help.
Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she’s not a raging psycho bitch.
Blow.
Lip, smart as a whip.
Straight "A"s and the honor roll.
Boy’s definitely going somewhere.
You, come back! Stop! Ian, industrious, conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic.
Don’t have a clue where he got that from.
Wants to be a paratrooper.
Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll of dimes and an old gym sock.
Carl.
Uh, I don’t really know that much about Carl.
Oh, loves animals.
Always dragging home some poor stray he found, taking them up to his room.
Ah, Debbie.
Sent by God, total angel.
Raises money for UNICEF year-round, some of which she actually turns in.
Liam, going to be a star.
I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor.
He and the ex were close.
Kev and Veronica, fantastic neighbors.
There’s nothing they won’t do for each other.
Or to each other.
That didn’t hurt half as much as I thought it would.
I never realized how little sex I was having till V and Kev moved next door.
And me, Frank Gallagher, father, teacher, mentor, captain of our little ship.
We may not have much, but all of us, to a man, knows the most important thing in this life we know how to fucking party!”

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FANGIRL CHALLENGE | [3/10 families] | The Gallagher Family (Shameless) 

Fiona, my rock hugh help. Has all the best qualities of her mother, except she’s not a raging psycho bitch. Lip, smart as a whip. straight As and the honor roll. Boy’s definitely going somewhere. Ian, industrious conscientious, ambitious, incredible work ethic. Don’t have a clue where he got that from. Wants to be a paratrooper. Knows how to disembowel an enemy with a roll a dimes and old gym sock. Carl, uh I don’t really know that much about Carl. Oh, loves animals. Always dragging home some poor stray he found, takes them up to his room. Ah, Debbie. sent by Good, total angel. Raises money for UNICEF year round, some of which she actually turns in. Liam, going to be a star. I’m no biologist, but he looks a little bit like my first sponsor. He and the ex was close. Kev and Veronica fantastic neighbors. There’s nothing they won’t do for each other, or to each other. I never realized how little sex I was having till V and Kev moved next door. And me, Frank Gallagher father, teacher, mentor, captain of our little ship. We may not have much, but all of us, to a man, knows the most important thing in this life we know how to fucking party!

The reader (Calum)

Storyline : Calum was used to always get what he wanted, but there was always one girl he couldn’t get. The one girl who had built her wall so high that no one could climb it, but for some reason Calum wanted to try. He wanted to break down her never ending wall. He wanted her to let him through.

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She fascinated him in every way that was possible. She wasn’t like the other girls. She was a reader. She would read all the time. The few times she wasn’t reading, she was thinking. She always had a coffee and a book. Every lunch break she would sit alone, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Then, she would read. It fascinated him how her gaze would never leave the book, not even for one second. It was like she was captivated in another world that she had painted all for herself in her own mind, a world she could escape to whenever she felt like it. Then her eyes would crinkle, every once in a while when she was concentrating and he couldn’t take his eyes off her, not even for one second.

There was something so deep in her eyes that he never failed to notice. She would look at the world in such a peaceful way. There was not a hint of darkness in her eyes, it was just so peaceful and it fascinated him.

Every classes they had together was the classes he was close to failing. He would like to blame it on the fact that he sucked at those subjects, but that would be a lie. The truth was however, he couldn’t seem to concentrate. No matter how hard he tried to stay focused and keep his eyes on the teacher, he always ended up staring at her. Somehow she gave him a calming feeling of reassurance and he couldn’t figure out why. So he stared at her in  fascination, thinking she was too fed up about her thoughts to even notice him, but she did notice him, more often than he could ever imagine.

She admired the bright smile he always had on his face. He always seemed to light up the room, without even trying. He had the ability to make everything seem so bright in the darkest days. She loved staring at him in secret, because staring at him would calm her down for some weird reason. She admired his ability to handle the popularity with such a gracefulness and he treated everyone like they deserved to be treated, with respect. He never used his popularity against anyone. He simply earned it by his kindness and she admired that a lot, cause she was exactly the opposite of what he was, kind.

They were different. In so many ways. He was the captain of the soccer team. Everyone knew who he was. No one failed to know his name, not even her. He had it all, the girls, the friends, the popularity while she was the girl in the background and she liked it that way. She made it up to be that way, ever since day one. She didn’t want the attention. She didn’t want the popularity. She didn’t want the fake friends. She had enough with herself.

She was truly beautiful though. Everyone noticed her. Every guy tried to hit on her, but she turned down every single one so coldly that they eventually  gave up. Eventually people understood the fact that she wanted to be alone, so they left her alone. No one understood it though. She could have it all, why didn’t she want to take it? But, he did though, he understood.

Maybe that’s why he was so fascinated by her? Because she managed to turn down what he always wanted to turn down, the popularity.

“Do you think she ever gets lonely?”

She sat alone by the tables like usual, reading a book. And he was staring, as usual, fascinated by the way she would  run her hand through her hair so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Dude, you’ve been asking about her for months. If you’re that fascinated by her, go fucking talk to her. Don’t expect too much though. She probably won’t open up to you if that’s what you’re hoping for. She’s way much colder than what it looks like.” His friend said, probably tired of him asking so many questions no one knew the answer to.

They were all curious about her though. Why would she sit alone? Why would she not open up to anyone? But, no one seemed to get to her. She would just push them away. That was the thing she did best, pushing people away. She had this ability to seem like she didn’t give fuck and she probably didn’t. She was made of rock, you couldn’t get trough her. So eventually, people gave up trying to find the answers, because they knew they wouldn’t get it.

He wanted to try though. He wanted to figure out this girl and maybe he didn’t need answers to do so, maybe he just needed a simple conversation?

So he walked hesitantly over to her table, where she sat peacefully alone with a book and coffee. He stopped right in front of the table, hoping she would look up from the book for once. And so she did. Her gaze were at him, looking at him in the most peaceful way, like the world consisted of no harm.  

“Hey, mind if I sit down?”  He said, trying his best to act cool. He was never nervous about talking to anyone, especially not to girls. He had them all wrapped under his finger. But, for once he was actually nervous. He could even say he was terrified, cause for once he actually was. He had never been turned down in his life, but he knew this time he probably would be, but for some reason he wanted to try either way.

“Sure, take a seat” She turned her gaze back to the book. But, even when she did turn her gaze to the book, for some reason she couldn’t seem to concentrate and he noticed cause she didn’t crinkle her eyes like she always did.

“Can’t concentrate?” He asked. He was worried though. Were she not able to concentrate because she wanted him to get away from her? She probably did. There was a reason why she sat alone, she didn’t want company. Fuck, well he totally ruined that for her.

She just stared at him, wondering how he knew she couldn’t concentrate. No one managed to read her, somehow he could and it made her nervous. She didn’t get the fact why Calum Hood of any people would walk from his friends to sit with her. She didn’t understand why he all of sudden noticed her. Of all of the people that had been trying to hit on her before he was never one of them, so he couldn’t all of sudden gain a interest in her. She figured he probably wanted something from her, and for some reason she felt like she was willing to give it to him.

“You always seem to crinkle your eyes when you concentrate. You’re not doing it now.” He pointed out. As he said that he immediacy regretted, she probably though he was a freak now and he totally understood it if she did.

“You noticed that?” She laughed staring at him in a bit of shock.

“Yeah, guess I did” He laughed along. It was the first time he had heard her laugh. She never really laughed, mostly because she never had a reason to and he knew that, so he was ecstatic over the fact that she laughed in front of him of all people.

“It’s a bad habit” She shook her head, a bit embarrassed of the fact that he noticed. A little hint of a smile suddenly appeared on her face as she turned her gaze back to the book. It was rare having her smiling, because she never really had a reason to do so. But, he had seen her smile before. He had seen her warm side. He saw it in her eyes every time she was reading. This light would appear in her eyes, a light of happiness and she would smile, not like everyone else smiled, she would smile through her eyes. She wasn’t aware of that though. She wasn’t aware of the fact that the guy sitting right in front of her could read her like no else seemed to be able to do.

“It’s actually kind of cute” He stated and smiled lightly at her hoping she would return the smile, but she didn’t. Of course she didn’t, she was never good at taking compliments, so she would always turn them down and so she did.

“I should probably go. It was nice talking to you, Calum.” She began packing her stuff as she felt a hand stopping her.

“We should hang out some time” He tried to not sound too insecure, but surprisingly he was. He didn’t want her to turn him down. Of all people she was the one he couldn’t handle being turned down of, but he would probably be. That was what she did, push people away and he was fully aware, but he was hoping there might be a chance she wouldn’t push him away.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea” She shook her head. He probably asked every girl out. She had no intentions of being one of the many girls, so she turned him down. She just couldn’t let him in. She had built up a wall ever since she was little and she wouldn’t let some guy break it, especially not Calum.

“I have no intentions of being one of your many girls, Calum.” She said coldly without even looking at him. She kept her gaze focused on her feet, avoiding his stare.


“You know, I’ve actually only ever been with one girl in my life and that’s my ex-girlfriend. I get it if you don’t wanna go out with me, but just so you know it. You’re not one of many, you’re actually one of the few.”

Then he left, leaving her alone. But, for once she actually didn’t want to sit alone, for once she actually wanted someone to sit beside her. Not just anyone, she wanted Calum.


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wow, I got a bit carried away.  I hope you like it though. Let me know if you want a part 2!


part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5