Cue an early morning meeting and everyone's gathered. Lance arrives and the team hears his congested breathing from across the room. Allura's briefing them and he's still trying to be quiet so he's giving these short stopped up sniffles and trying to breathe softly. A harsh cough rips through him and he's still trying to muffle it behind closed lips; Shiro comments on how awful he sounds, and to stop holding them back. Lance apologizes, he's trying to be quiet- the group instantly feels bad 
Summary: People watch Ian and Mickey, and talk about how much they love each other.
Word Count: 812
Notes: Sorry I updated so late today, I’ve had a fever of 101.4. Gonna try to get more in tomorrow.
It was only Fiona, Veronica, Ian, Mickey, and Carl at breakfast this morning. Carl was messing with some new slingshot contraption that he had made to shoot rocks with and ended up hitting Ian right above the eye with a big ass stone. Before anyone could scold him, he apologized and ran up to his room.
Mickey was at Ian’s side with a wet cloth within seconds. He wiped off the blood that was dripping from his boyfriend’s eyebrow, and apply a bit of pressure to prevent more blood. “You okay?” Mickey asked.
“It was just a rock, Mick. I’m fine,” Ian teased. Despite the snarky comment, love was showing in the eye that was not being covered.
To be honest, Fiona and V were surprised by Mickey’s reaction. It wasn’t everyday that they saw them in couple mode.
“Shut the fuck up, Gallagher. The other day I read about some Northside kid who went fucking blind because one of his friends hit him with a spitball,” Mickey said in a serious tone. As usual, he was shying away from just admitting he worries.
Ian’s nose scrunched up a little as Mickey was still pressing the cloth down. “Well I’m glad you care,” he said.
“Fuck you,” Mickey jokingly said, but he decided not to fight the smile that he felt coming on.
The redhead grinned. “Yeah, I love you too, asshole.” He stuck his tongue out. Just as Mickey was about to go rinse the towel out in the sink, Ian grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
V rested her chin on her hand and watched intently. Obviously she knows the couple had been together for years, but seeing Mickey Milkovich care so much truly is an unbelievable sight. “Well, shit,” she said with a light giggle under her breath.
“What?” Mickey snapped at her.
Veronica shook her head. “Nothing,” she said with a slight grin, causing Mickey to flip her off.
The boys then left the kitchen area and went up to the bedroom. Fiona and Veronica were left we smiles on their faces— who would’ve thought anyone could be smiling over a Milkovich?
Fiona turned her head to look at her best friend. “Fucking amazing, isn’t it?”
“It’s odd, but it’s cute,” V shrugs. “He really cares about Ian. I literally never thought I’d see the day that a Milkovich had a heart.” She giggled.
Fiona nodded in agreement. “They’re really in love with each other.” Her voice was shocked and approving.
“Damn right they are. Good for Ian— getting a grip on a thug like that. He’ll give that boy a good life,” Veronica answered proudly.
The Gallagher girl smiled. “You’re right.” On the inside, she was craving for a love like that, a love where two people are constantly improving the other, but she knew that if she couldn’t have that, Ian deserves it.
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Lip and Mandy watched as their brothers drunkenly interacted as they sat in the stools at the Alibi. Their heads were super close together as the spoke, and they were touching each other every chance they got.
In all honesty, Mandy never thought she would see her brother care so much about a person or a thing so it amazed her. Normally Mickey was a rude hard ass who no one wanted to be around, which he still was, it was just different with Ian. Though she’d never admit it, she was glad he had someone.
Lip, on the other hand, was surprised and confused as to why and how Ian and Mickey had fallen so deep in love. The boys were polar opposites, but they were so intrigued by each other. Even though Lip hated Mickey, he couldn’t deny that he was good for Ian.
At the same time, Lip and Mandy turned their heads to glance at each other. “It’s fucking ridiculous, isn’t it?” Lip snorted.
“Yeah,” the Milkovich girl nodded. “Never seen two people love each other like that.” She lit a cigarette and put it between her lips.
“Especially not in this shithole that we call home,” Lip scoffed.
Mandy laughed. “They fucking deserve it though? don’t they? They’ve been through enough shit, they should just be happy together,” her voice was serious. Now she was intentionally not looking at Lip because every time she did, her heart broke. She wanted a love like that with him, but that was way out of the equation now.
Lip knew exactly what Mandy was thinking, and he frowned. He believed that Mandy deserved to be in a relationship with as much love as Ian and Mickey, he just couldn’t be the one to give it to her. “Yeah, Mands. I agree.”
For a while, they just watched the couple. Amusement, joy, and sadness all running through their veins. At least they were able to find each other.
A/N: Hi anon!! ~ Omg and we love you, too!! <3!! Sorry, it took us a minute to get to your request but here it is!! Hope you like it!! :D
Namjoon would pause for three seconds as soon as he saw the tears roll down your cheek. He’d grow very quiet for a moment and it’d grow deadly silent aside from your crying. You’d hear him sigh lightly before he’d make his way over to you, worry and concern written on his expression. Reaching out for your hands he’d hold them lightly and smile, trying to lighten to mood some. He’d feel really bad and would immediately realize that maybe, at one point or another, things had gotten way too out of hand. He’d apologize to you and suggest maybe talking about whatever it was that you two were arguing over again, later…but this time with a lot less screaming and a lot more actual listening.
Jin would look at you and take a deep breath, immediately feeling bad for letting the argument escalate to the point where he made you cry. He’d rethink his entire thought process and realize that this argument honestly wasn’t worth making you cry. He’d apologize and suggest maybe talking things over again later when both of you had calmed down some and weren’t so on edge anymore. A smile would cross his face and his hands would find their way around you in what seemed like slow motion as he’d place his head on top of yours and held you tightly.
Suga seems like that type where it would take a lot to get him mad enough to where he’d make you cry during an argument. So, once Yoongi would see you cry while you two were arguing he’d stop yelling and just look at you. The anger and rage would still be obvious in his expression and you’d hear him curse as he’d exit the room. You and him both obviously needed time to cool off and he’d rather leave completely than end up saying something he’d later regret. After both of you had calmed down some though he’d come back and talk things over with you. I feel like he’d probably say a small sorry for making you cry but would still hold his ground on his end of the argument. You two would have a lot of talking ahead of you to try and find a common ground, not that it was impossible. It’d just take a lot of talking, that’s all.
So Hobi is going to be part frustrated and part feeling guilty when you start crying in the middle of an argument. He’s going to want to do what he can to make you feel better, but he’s also going to wish that you had been able to work through the argument before emotions began running that high. He’s just going to sigh and reach out to you, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back until you stop crying so that you can work past whatever it is that caused the argument in the first place.
The second Taehyung sees the first tear rolling down your cheek, he’s going to shut his mouth and pull back. He never intended for the argument to get that bad and he’s not going to be sure how to react. His happy go lucky side is going to want to pull you close and tell you everything’s okay and to calm down, but he’s also going to want to stop the argument now and go into another room so you both can calm down and finish or get over the argument. Either way, your tears are certainly going to throw him for a loop.
Jimin would stop as soon as he heard your sobs and you’d be able to hear him sigh, not because you were crying though but rather at the fact that he was upset at himself for making you cry in the first place. You’d probably be able to lowly hear him curse under his breath before he’d scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. It’d take him a minute to decide if he should give you some space or if he should walk over to you, finally deciding that the latter would be the right thing to do here. He’d wrap his arms around you and run his hand over your head, trying his best to calm you down as he’d mumble apologies under his breath until you stopped.
Kookie would be shook. It would probably take him a second to realize that you were crying because he’d be so caught up in your argument but once he did, he’d be shook. He would stop everything and just stand there, looking at you and trying to figure out what the best next move would be. Should he try to apologize? Should he approach you and try to hug you? Should he leave you alone and let you cool down? He would have no clue on what to do. Ultimately, after a rather long, awkward, silence you’d be able to sorta hear him call your name with an even more awkward grin on his face. He’d be trying to make you laugh or at least put a smile on your face, changing the subject completely.
The wind whipped your hair up and around your face as Craig’s car flew down the California coastline. All the windows were rolled down, letting in the salty smell of the ocean beside you. Breathing easily you slouched back into the leather of your seat, propping your feet up on the dashboard beside you and casting a glance over at Craig.
As much as you hated to admit it, you had missed him. When you had left him, part of you had hoped that he would chase after you. And that is just what he had done. He had, ultimately, picked you. It was a little bittersweet, but as he caught you staring at him and grinned goofily as he turned the car with the road you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He knew he had fucked up. He had apologized. Begged for your forgiveness. And you caved. Reaching out to run a hand up his wrist and pry a hand off of the steering wheel to entwine your fingers together you smiled softly at him before turning your attention back out your window. Absentmindedly rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb as he drove.
I was talking to a guy for a while and I thought things were going really well. Last week he sent me nudes without me asking and I told him to stop as it was triggering an anxiety attack. He told me he understood and then sent another 1 w/ the caption "did it anyway". He apologized the next day but I told him it didn't fix anything Bc he purposely sent me into a panic attack. I blocked him on all social media. I know I did the right thing But I've just been really bummed that that's how it ended
I LOVE Diavolo (and Doppio) I was wondering if I could get a fluffy love letter from him???? <3<3<3<3<3
I couldn’t really see Diavolo writing a letter himself (it’d probably leave too much of a trace for him to be comfortable doing that) so it’s one from Doppio passing on the message if that’s alright
The boss gives you his regards. He apologizes for not sending for you yet but there’s some trouble within Passione at the moment. It’s no big deal though, the boss will have it taken care of real quick! In the meantime, maybe you would like to go with me to a cafe or something? Not like a date or anything, you’re obviously with the Boss and I’d never disrespect him like that, but if you’d like the company I’m here. As his right hand man it’s my job to make sure you’re well taken care of, as his partner it’s only right that you receive the best treatment. Until he can take care of you himself, I’ll do my best to watch over you.
could you please write a little drabble about connor bringing even to his favorite place to get coffee, usnavi's? (im so sorry but i really the idea)
One sweet and short Coffee Shop AU with a side of pipin’ hot Johsnavi DEH crossover coming right up. ______________________________
Evan awkwardly sat up in the driver’s side as he struggled with the stop and go traffic of bustling New York City. He felt his heart start hammering in his chest, every honk sent his mind a flurry of near tears and emotions. “S-Sorry…” He tried to apologize to a taxi driver who was trying to cut Evan off and didn’t manage to. Evan sat back in his seat, his knuckles whitening as the skin stretched over his tightly coiled knuckles. “S-Say…uh…Connor…mind telling me where we’re going…not that…I’m like, not in the mood to go just…I’m not a fan of New York traffic, not that it’s a bad thing but like, it’s..just..” Evan swallowed hard finding it exceedingly difficult to find exactly what he wanted to say in this moment. Another honk of a neighboring car sent Evan jumping in his seat.
“It’s a surprise, now turn right when you get a chance.” Connor leaned back against is seat until he was nearly laying down. He rolled down the window and stuck his middle finger out at a car with 4 young children in the back and a horn happy soccer mom. After another dreadful ten minutes Evan finally turned, he drove around the block until he found a large enough parking spot where he felt as though he couldn’t hit any cars.
Connor didn’t speak then on. Silently he got out of the car and started walking without Evan, mainly because he knew Evan would follow him.
“Connor! Wait-Wait!!” Evan locked the doors several times for good measure and started jogging after Connor. “…you think that parking space is ok? I feel like it’s not, it might be too far, if someone breaks in I can’t see it. Not like anyone would break in, it’s not like we’re in a bad place or anything, right? Are we? Should I go back for the car should…” Connor ignored Evan’s rambling, he walked inside of a small coffee shop named ‘Claudia’s’. They stepped inside the clearly Parisian inspired coffee shop, two men working behind a long counter. One by the pastries and another by the coffee bar.
“Hey ya’ll goodmornin’” Usnavi beamed a bit, “Connor, my man, what can I get for you today?”
“Same as always, dude.” Connor took out his wallet then looked over his shoulder to Evan who was taking in the rosy pinks and light grays that made the whole place feel elegant yet..fresh and youthful. Pictures of Paris hung off the walls and modest but regal white tables and benches lined the walls and wide windows. “Evan.” He called out to his friend. The blue eyed, freckled boy turned to face Connor. His face slowly warming up as he was called to attention, “What do you want?”
“I-I don’t drink caffeine…or rather I shouldn’t.” Usnavi felt his heart break when Evan uttered those words but Connor gave an understanding nod. Usnavi recollected himself and smiled, “my partner” he meant that in every way, “makes some amazing teas and organic juices.”
“A juice sounds good…uh…anything you recommend…or no…is that too indecisive, uh…anything that sells the best…wait isn’t that the same thing as recommend…”
“Get him some chamomile tea.” He tossed the money at Usnavi, ordering for Evan before they spent the next hour trying to get Evan to choose. Once they sat down, Evan took it all in. Johan walked over and placed their orders on the table and left he teen boys alone. Of course whispering to Usnavi how adorable it was to see young love.
“This…is…nice…” Evan smiled looking around, hands clasping the warm cup of tea. He had his head turned when he heard the flap of paper. He turned back to Connor and found him feverishly sketching. “W-What are you doing?”
“I brought you here because I thought it would be a good setting for me to do my art project for school” He muttered, “turn your head around again.”
“O-Oh sorry” He turned and waited, he heard the pencil scratch against the thick sketching paper and couldn’t help it. “Why are you sketching me? And why here?”
“I like the vibe, the coffee is good and the people are alright.” He frowned, “and you look …nice here, now shut the fuck up and turn the fuck around, Evan.” Connor’s pale, high cheeks were stained bright red.
could you imagine the first time brendon pulls dallons hair (college au) and dallon just,,,, loses it
GOD IMAGINE theyre making out one day and brendon runs his hands up the sides of dallons head and into his hair and hes carding his fingers through it and accidentally tugs a little harder than he meant to and he was about to apologize but dallons massive MOAN cuts him off and brendon leans back and just looks at him w his eyebrows raised (u know the face) and dallon kinda blushes and laughs
My therapist suggested I contact my abuser to tell them not to speak to me if they see me in public because that’s the biggest thing I’m afraid of, so I did, and he…apologized? He said he knows he was abusive and he’s very sorry? Could someone explain why I’m sort of disappointed? And also tell me not to message him back because in a twisted way I want to because he’s “good” now and I feel really weird.
Everyone’s congratulating PBG for his upset outburst towards Jontron, but nobody’s congratulating him for apologizing for it after and showing political disagreements shouldn’t be what destroys friendships.
I have a lot more respect for him because of this and he deserves more credit for it imo.
💕A compilation of SHINee doting on Jonghyun, 2016-2017 💕
Happy birthday to this gorgeous, adorable, talented man! I am constantly blown away by your talent, passion and empathy for the world, and you make us so proud. Here’s to a healthy 2017, and another year of great music!