i still can't believe i gonna see you in next month

some thoughts re. season 3

So. In the wake of season 3 I’m aware I haven't… posted very much, necessarily, and I’ve been a bit salty and bitter about things. And I want to take a minute to address why, so that people can understand where I’m coming from with this and why my mood is so “sad and angry and ready to fight the world”.

Let me start by saying: this is not my first rodeo. I have been in fandoms a long-ass time. I know that shows do not always go the way you want them to, and that creators will tell their own story according to what they want to do and no fan is ‘entitled’ to have that story turn out according to their wishes. So when I say “I am really unhappy about Season 3” I want people to understand that I am not simply throwing my toys out the pram because I didn’t get the storylines/ships/characters that I wanted.

I went into this season with a handful of theories that I thought might be canon. Most of them didn’t pan out, and you know what? I’m not mad about that. Sure, I didn’t get Ryou and my theory about the origins of Voltron is pretty much dead in the water but that does not bother me. I’m cool with that. That is not why I’m upset and angry.

This is about Shiro. Like so, so many things for me: it’s about Shiro.

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serendipia-s  asked:

congrats on 1.5k Mel!!!! 🎉💜 i love your writing and I have a prompt for you: bellarke soulmates au where the first words they say to you are tattoed on your body. person A: I can't believe dumbledore dies! person B: really? at a midnight release, asshole? I don't mind who's who. thanks 😌

ahhh thank you Scarlet <3 tagging @cabeswaterblakes too just to make sure you get your fic!

YOUR BELLARKE FIC:

no pause, no rewind

[also on ao3]

As far as the whole soulmates thing goes, Bellamy’s never been much of a believer.

It’s just kind of hard to see the point, really. His mother didn’t seem to care much when she had him with a guy who wasn’t her soulmate and, as far as Bellamy can tell, took off as soon as he could get his shoes on. She certainly didn’t seem to care much either when she decided to have a second kid with some other random, who knocked her up and got cold feet a mere month before Octavia was born.

Unfortunate life circumstances aside, he supposes the bulk of his disbelief stems from impracticality. There’s just too much logistical baggage to worry about. Like, what if this person’s supposed to be the one person meant for you, but they’re already married to someone else? What if you meet your soulmate on some completely off chance in a foreign city, and then find out that the two of you live thousands of miles apart? What if something happens — an accident or an unexpected tragedy or something — that changes who they are beyond repair or recourse?

Or — and this is, without a doubt, miles worse — what if you’re like his sister, Octavia, and all you have written on your palm is a simple ‘hi’?

That’s it. ‘Hi’.

Octavia could literally have a thousand soulmates. That’s fucking terrifying.

(She insists that she’ll know when it’s the right person. The right ‘hi’, out of the millions she’s bound to hear throughout her life. She’s just gonna know, some way, somehow. And he’s the crazy one for being skeptical.)

She’s always told him he’s an idiot, simply for having rational concerns. Yeah, well, it’s not like she’s ever had to deal with the words ‘Really? At a midnight release, asshole?’ emblazoned across the inside of her forearm in loopy cursive.

“A midnight release, Bell,” she’d say to him whenever he grumbled, grabbing his wrist to point emphatically at the words. “You know where you’re going to meet your soulmate. You know when, too! Don’t you realise how lucky you are?”

Lucky. Yeah, right. Tell that to all the mothers tutting disapprovingly at twelve-year-old him, ushering their kids away like he’s got a myriad of other swear words tattooed all over the rest of his body.

(Why the fuck did he have to get such a fucking foul-mouthed soulmate?!)

And yet, for all his disbelief, it doesn’t quite stop his stomach from turning discomforting little flips whenever he goes to a midnight release for anything, whether it’s a book or a movie or a stupid video game.

Even so, here he is, twenty-three years old, with dozens of midnight releases under his belt, and — nope. Still no soulmate.

It’s a good thing, he supposes. The longer his soulmate takes to show up, the longer he has to gather rational, concrete evidence against this whole melodramatic affair of a genetic arrangement. By the time he does meet his soulmate, he’s pretty sure he’ll be fully capable of presenting a solid argument on why both of them deserve to be let off this very stupid hook.

In the meantime, he can focus on all the other things in his life. 

Stuff that’s actually important.

Stuff like the upcoming release of the latest Harry Potter movie.

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License to Science (And Kill) Ch.16

Title: License to Science (And Kill)
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Action / Humor / Romance
Rating: T

SECRET AGENT AU

When International criminal organization, TITAN, successfully steals an arsenal of missiles along with their encrypted launch codes, Code Blue is initiated. It up to Agent Levi Ackerman, a spy in a class of his own, and research scientist Hanji Zoe, the premiere authority on the organization, to halt a global catastrophe in its tracks.

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Chapter 16:


The hotel room window was open. Pale curtains swayed as a cool breeze, carrying the crisp breath of morning, drifted into the room. A bird perched on the balcony. Levi watched, eyes half-lidded, as it flitted to and fro, warbling an incessant melody.

Beside him, Hanji slept, long limbs tangled in the bedsheets. Early morning light caressed bare skin.

She snored softly, face pressed against her pillow and hair standing up at odd angles from her head. Levi carefully brushed a hand over her cheek. Absentmindedly, he worked his fingers through the tangles in her hair.

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mousewitchy said: Derek/Stiles, obscure werewolf customs, accidentally werewolf married; bonus points if Derek doesn’t say anything about it at first

I’m avoiding working on my second book so you get this bit of ridiculousness. Like, it’s so super ridiculous, I’m sorry.


It’s not that Derek doesn’t want to tell him. Derek really has no problem telling him, but it’s not a big deal. On the next full moon he just has to give Stiles back the little obsidian wolf figurine and it’ll be like nothing happened, poof, so, really—does Derek have to tell Stiles? It seems a little unnecessary, in the grand scheme of things.

The little wolf stares at him from his dresser, and it’s got an awfully judgy little face for not actually having, like, eyes.

Derek sighs. Yeah, okay.

Damn it.

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anonymous asked:

I'm so confused on what's going on!!!! Mikah looks so different.... I can't believe he might actually have a route!!!!

Originally posted by kasugano

Doesn’t he just look so Handsome!


Okay so the rundown of what I understand so far:

About two months ago (which tends to be their release time frame for GMS, a new story every two months) we got a Mycroft route and during which we found this on the album slide indicating that we were getting a Mikah route.  Which I was surprised about!  I had thought that he was impossible and George was unlikely, but hey I can only deduct with the information on hand.

Which disturbed both myself and a few other members as seen by my posts:

Questions

Worried anon

And as I stated in the Worried anon I would feel more comfortable if he was in college which so far into this spin off he has referred to a Professor so it’s safe to say he’s in college at this point.  

There was also concern that because of the picture above that it would be the Mikah we know in this timeline, as proven by @cinnamonteaandbiscuits on their post here.

Now the question about when his route will become available is really really worrisome as I have a bet with @jane-runs-fast, and while neither of us would really mind losing, it’s the principle of the matter.

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Decode that spoiler here with this passphrase: you did not hear it from me

Now about two months ago we got a spin off for Mycroft

Which still went on a few weeks after Mycroft was released on March 21st.

This one…

Which it’s not a collection is still a spin off with three endings and we have until the end of the month to read it… makes me wonder if it’ll be immediately after this is done since it’s not a biscuit collection, OR if they’re gonna make it tempting to purchase more tickets to finish this in time to complete Mikah’s early bird (which they will most likely have as they have done in the past)

I’m still uncertain on the exact date, but I think it’s fair to say that it’ll be released within the next couple weeks.


NOW MY QUESTION

Who’s next?

When Mikah is released will we get to find out who we’re waiting another two months for?  Will there be season 3s?  Season 2s?  I’m practically bouncing with curiosity!

I also love Mikah’s other outfits  ❤ and look forward to seeing who he grew up to be.  I’m hoping this will give me a better insight to a good route theme song for him as well like I’ve done for the other guys (minus Mycroft and Hercule cause they’re being difficult).

I am biting at the bits to power through these three stories, but gotta save up some tickets for when Mikah is officially released!

Aaaand I was supposed to be in bed a bit ago…. I’ll apologize to Dr. Watson for not following Doctors orders tomorrow.


Night everyone!

Originally posted by princessfleek

Hajime’s phone buzzed. He flipped it open to find a single text from Oikawa.

“Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan! Mom finally learned how to scan old photos and send them by email!”

Hajime scrunched his eyebrows, confused. “Why’re you telling me that now?” he typed as he buttoned up his white shirt.

His phone buzzed again. 

She sent me this!”

He felt tempted to tell Oikawa that he’d be late if he kept wasting time sending him nonsense messages, but he stopped when he saw the file attached to it. 

“Where’d you even get this?”

“Told you, Mom had it stored somewhere and she finally learned how to put her in her cellphone and send it to me.”

Hajime clicked on the photo to enlarge it and put down the phone on the bureau where he could see the screen while he tucked his shirt inside his black pants. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

It was a photo of him with Oikawa when they were barely eight months old. They were both sitting on the carpeted floor of Oikawa’s playroom, wearing matching dark blue onesies with a UFO print. The alien craze ran deep in the Oikawa family. Hajime had seen millions of photos of them as children, and had vivid memories of how Oikawa’s face had changed over the many years they’d been friends, but he couldn’t help smiling seeing the photo.

His phone buzzed again just as he finished buckling his black belt.

“I still have that onesie, and you?”

He put the phone down again to fix his mint-blue necktie around his neck and think about it.

“Dunno, maybe Mum has it.” he’d never been the kind to get too attached to his clothes. He outgrew them and got rid of them, end of the story. But his mom kept a lot of his childhood memorabilia, so there was a chance she had it.

“How rude! How can you be so careless about a precious memory of our childhood?”

Hajime sighed and put on a cream-colored waistcoat. Oikawa sent another message before he could think of anything to reply.

“Mom says they bought us a lot of matching clothes, isn’t that cute?”

Hajime smiled again, wider than before. It was so like Oikawa to get hung up on something so simple and silly.

“We’ve gone to the same school since forever so we’ve been wearing matching clothes all along, anyway.” he typed, buttoning up his black jacket and fixing the lapels, his fingers trembling a little.

Oikawa’s reply came barely a second later

“THAT’S TRUE!!!”

Hajime looked at his face on the mirror one more time, making one last attempt to make his hair look presentable and grabbed a white rose bud from the bureau and pinned it to the lapel of his jacket. He saw on the screen that Oikawa was typing something, but the clock showed he would be late if he waited to see what it was, so he just typed “I’m going out now.” and exited the room, leaving his phone behind.

The device buzzed once more with Oikawa’s last message:

“It’s like it was fate!!”


“Iwa-chan, I just realized something!!” Oikawa whispered excitedly.

Hajime glared at him. He could sense something stupid coming from Oikawa’s mouth. Would it be bad if he smacked Oikawa in front of everyone now? It definitely would.

“We’re wearing matching clothes today too!” Oikawa continued, not waiting for Hajime to show any interest in his poorly timed discovery.

Hajime glanced at Oikawa, his eyes roaming over the smooth ivory suit, the royal blue necktie (such a flashy color, exactly like Oikawa) and the cream-colored waistcoat peeking over the last button of the jacket. His eyes then went to the white rose bud that somehow stood out against the pale color of the lapel.

“Not quite.” Hajime replied quietly, eyeing the judge, wondering if they would get in trouble for arguing during the ceremony.

“How rude Iwa-chan, we totally are.” Oikawa pouted

Hajime rolled his eyes and grabbed Oikawa’s left hand to slide a golden band down his ring finger. Oikawa then did the same thing to him. His touch was soft and gentle like silk, and Hajime felt himself blush.

“Like I said, it was totally fate.”

“You may now kiss the groom.”

“For heaven’s sake, Tooru, shut up already.” Hajime snapped, grabbing Tooru by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to kiss the nonsense out of his husband’s mouth.

purple lavender clouds

summary“we met through a mutual friend.” 

or the one where dan and phil aren’t bitch ass liars and actually met while dan was still a student at manchester uni. if you can cue student stress, shitty studio apartments, and copious weed use–  you’ve got the right picture.

genre: general/fluff/lil angst

word count: 3.6k

warnings: tw for weed, internalized homophobia, wanting to pitch yourself off a building because of law school, and cheap ass rum

a/n: this whole fic is written in the pov of someone high so heyo for experimental syntax and free association . also don’t do drugs kids :)

read on ao3 // playlist esp these songs x x x x 

excerpt: “Phil, I don’t think anything is real.”

“That’s okay. Me either.” 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Phil is pregnant and can't eat anything except for cheese (BECAUSE THIS IS HOW IT WORKS) and Dan is like wtf. Then Phil is very whiny and somewhere at 6th month Dan just gets tired and runs off for two weeks and they they reunite, pls!

title: Scared

Summary: Phil is pregnant with his and Dan’s child. Phil thinks that everything’s fine… until Dan runs away during the pregnancy.

Pairing: phan

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,064

Warnings: mpreg!

A/N: I’m unsure if this is what you wanted exactly but hopefully you still like it!

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You stood before your laid back boyfriend, a beer in his hand as he watched tv. “What the hell is this, Yoongi?” You hold up your phone in front of his face, yielding the article and picture of him with a girl in Tokyo.

He sighs, sitting up. “It’s nothing, (Y/N). Ignore the press,”

“How can I ignore it? I haven’t seen you in months, then you come back and I see this? How long ago were you in Tokyo, hm? A couple weeks?” You slap his feet off of the coffee table, “You couldn’t hold out a couple weeks to see me?” You turn your phone back to your face, swiping to the related articles. “And these girls? Who are they, and why are you with them?” He stares straight to your stomach, sipping the bottle. “You’re cheating?” It came out weaker than you planned.

“Yah, yah,” He stood up, “I’ll take as much as you throw at me, but as soon as you even think I’ll cheat is when I speak.”

“Well?” You scoff, raising you hands. “What’s the lame excuse for your cheating?”

“(Y/N), don’t-”

“Let’s see if I believe this.” You cross your arms over your chest. He just stood there, speechless. “Come on.” You motioned your hand.

He closed his mouth, smiling in disbelief, then slammed his beer down. “Don’t even think I’m cheating,” He said lowly, pointing in your face. “You know I would never-”

“No, apparently everything I knew about you was wrong.”

“Let me speak-”

“There’s no explanation for this: You were caught cheating, at least own up to it.”

He looking up towards the ceiling, then lowered his head to be the same height as your. “I’m not cheating, believe me or not.” He said through gritted teeth, turning back and picking up his beer. He walked back to the couch, then dawned the same position as he did previously when you approached him.

You clenched your fist, trying to hold back the urge to yell. “Tell me I’m the only one!” You break, shaking as you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. “Tell me I’m the only one, Yoongi. Please!” You beg, dropping your phone and falling to your knees. You couldn’t control the frustrated written tears, and cupped your face in your hands.

He gets up, kneeling next to you. “Jagi, I’d never cheat..” He says in a softer voice than before. “You have to believe me..”

“How could I?” You lift your head, “You never call.”

“I can’t.”

“You don’t have a minute to speak to your girlfriend on the phone, but you magically have your whole schedule clear for some girl—right?”

“You got it wrong-”

“Yeah, I did.” You stood up, “Girls, right? Multiple.” You walked to the front door with his incoherent screaming behind you. You left you feet to take you where ever they wanted, leaving you wandering to a nearby bridge. You sigh, sitting down with your feet dangling above the cold rushing water. You look out, a chill running up your spine for the cool wind blowing. Your hands loosely hold the edge of the plywood, and you continue watching the water wash over the rocks. You stay there, reminiscing on when things worked out perfectly between yourself and Yoongi.

“Why’d you leave?” Yoongi’s voice came behind you.

You look straight, never breaking your stare on the reflection of the moon. He caves, sitting next to you. Instead of staring where you are, he stares at your profile. “I’m done.” You say, still not looking at him. There’s a gust of wind that blows your hair gently. “I can’t be with you if rumors keep coming up of you with someone else.”

You see him nod slowly while looking down, “I understand.”

“I’m not even sure if we care about each other anymore with how busy you are.” You confess, “I don’t even know if I love you anymore.”

He bites his lip, and you’re seeing all this through the corner of your eye. “I won’t hold you back, but do know those are all rumors and do know I still love you with all my heart. Just ask any one of the boys,” He licks his lips, standing up. “Let me get you home at least, you’ll catch a cold.” You shake your head, still looking down. “Get up jagi-” He goes to grab your arm but you push him.

“How can you treat it like its nothing—like we’re nothing?” You stood up, beginning to get angry at his suddenly calm tone. “Huh?” You shove him roughly with both of you hands. “How many more rumors are gonna pop up, huh?” You keep pushing him, “Why don’t you fight? Why am I the only one fighting for this relationship to stay alive? Why can’t you just feel something for once? Feel my hurt, feel my love—give me back the love.”

“What am I supposed to do?” He gets louder, “Say I fucking love you all the times you do? I do! I tell you even when you’re mad! Because I do love you, (Y/N)! I love you so much you won’t even know! But when I come home from tour, you pick at me instead! I work hard to give us—no, you—good things in life.” He breathed harshly, “Have you ever looked in the closet? How many things have I gotten for you?”

“Oh, so a bag is supposed to show me you love me? I’m you’re girlfriend, not some prostitute you pay off when you’re done.”

“How do I say it besides I love you? I can't—that’s why. You know how hard it is for me to tell you shit-”

“Then get over it.” You say slowly.

“Get over it? You want me to learn how to express my emotions? Want me to do the things you do? Fine.” He takes his hat off, “All this could be gone, but without you I’m not anything.” He threw it into the water, “See? Here take this too!” He yelled, throwing his chain in there. “I don’t need that to be happy when I have you. I don’t need my music, I don’t need anything besides you being next to me. Why don’t you open up your eyes and see? I hate not being able to be with you, I hate the idea of some dude trying to get you naked and I’m not here to stop it! While I’m away the only thing I think about is what you’re doing, if you’re okay, and if I have enough time to call you. I worry about you every second of everyday. Is that better?” He stood with his arms out.

“Just show me you love me..” You felt your tears coming again.

“I need you..” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “I need you, so much..” Your hair muffled his voice as he buried his face in your neck. “Those girls weren’t anything—they were the makeup women there. They’re stylists that took me out to show me what to wear, and they all hit on me; I won’t deny that. But I am not going to cheat on you,” He pulled away, holding your arms. “They meant nothing, and they asked for my number. Want me to tell you exactly everything that happened?” You nodded, wiping your cheeks. “They told me that our manager had told them to take me out to get a couple of things at the store, and I was gullible enough to believe them. I didn’t want to take the chance for it to be true, and me to get in trouble. I have a girl to provide for,” He played with your hair lightly, “They touched me, flirted, and did everything they could to try to change my mind after I repeatedly told them I have someone. You know how mean I can be if I really wanted to,”

You look down and laugh lightly, “Yeah, I know.”

“I was being like that to them, and eventually they gave up and called me a—what was it?” He pretended to think, “Ah! A ‘rude asshole’, yeah.”

“Because of the way you acted?”

“Why else? Also, a funny thing,” He covered his mouth, “They tried to make me buy them all this expensive shit, too.”

“What’d you say?” You asked, smiling at his gummy cutesy smile.

“My girlfriend has a better taste,” He smirked, “They wanted trashy things.”

“What’d they do?” You wrap your arms around his waist.

“They got pissed.” He laughed, hugging you back. “Like I said: they don’t mean shit to me. You’re the only girl in my life,” You felt the top of your head being kissed, “I’m sorry I made you go through that.”

“I’m sorry I lied about not loving you or caring,”

“As long as you really do, I’m fine.” He rubbed your back.

“I love you.” You looked up at him.

“I love you, (Y/N)..” He looked down at you.

5SOS Preference #15: Restless Nights (His POV)
  • Calum Hood: "He's still fighting?" I ask my wife as I lean against the nurseries door post. (Y/N) nods her head as she rocks back and forth on the rocking chair with Ryder on her chest. She rubs our six month olds back soothingly as he moans sleepily into her neck, trying his best not to fall asleep. We both been trying to put him to sleep for about two hours now. After he would fall asleep, us two would have our time alone but guess not. I sigh and walk towards them. "Want me to call mom?" I whisper as I take a seat on the foot rest of the rocking chair. "I don't know." (Y/N) says, her voice cracking. "He's not running a temp. I don't know what's going on." She places a kiss on Ryder's cheek and I notice that this is stressing her out. "We'll figure it out baby." I say after I place a hand on her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. (Y/N) looks at me with teary eyes. "Let me take him." I reach my hands out and she places him in my arms. "You're a fighter, little man." I say with a chuckle after getting him situated in my arms. Ryder looks up at me with sleepy and teary eyes. "Go to sleep, Ry. You're not gonna miss out on anything. Just close your eyes." I begin to rock him slowly, his eyes start to blink heavily but he still doesn't budge. "Sing, Cal." (Y/N) whispers and I can't believe I didn't think of that earlier. I nod my head and then begin to sing quietly a slower version of "Amnesia", earning an eye roll from my wife. She's probably over the song by now. Ryder watches me with heavy eyes and a miracle happens. His eyes close fully. I look up at (Y/N) as I continue to sing and she sighs in relief. She signals me to keep going and I do. I stare at our little, handsome prince as he snores quietly. After awhile, I stop, just waiting for him to wake up. But he doesn't. I get up slowly and walk towards his crib while (Y/N) follows. We each give him a gentle kiss on the forehead before I lay him down. "Thank you, Lord." (Y/N) praises after she covers Ryder up with a blanket. I smile and wrap my arms around her waist. "I believe it's our time to relax now, Mrs. Hood." I whisper before pressing my lips against hers.
  • Ashton Irwin: "Mommy!" I hear Austin scream for (Y/N) for the fifteenth time tonight. My bride sighs a little before getting out of bed again to go see our two year old. "There are monsters again!" Austin cries, clearly frightened. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes. It's gonna be a long night. "Baby there's no such thing. You're okay. Everything's alright." I hear (Y/N) say, trying to soothe him. I look over to the clock next to me. 12:13 a.m. He's been going at this for an hour after he woke up from a nightmare. I breathe in before getting out of bed to go see them. "Shhh baby. Daddy's trying to sleep. He's got a big day tomorrow." I hear (Y/N)'s muffled voice through Austin's bedroom door. My heart drops when I hear his crying as well. "What's going on?" I ask as I open his door. They both sit on his bed, covered in a big blanket. (Y/N) leans her aching back against the wall, her growing stomach hides under the blanket, as Austin leans into her, crying into her side with her arm around him. "Daddy!" He cries once he sees me. I smile a little at my exhausted, little bug. I walk towards the bed and crawl onto it, joining them. "Daddy there's monsters." Austin says as (Y/N) rubs his arm. "Really?" I gasp and he nods. My wife shakes her head at me. She obviously doesn't want me to pretend that they are real. "Where?" Then Austin points under his bed. I nod my head before getting on all fours to check under his bed. "I don't see anything bud." I say. "Are you sure?" My son asks with concern eyes and I nod. "There's nothing. Don't you worry. You got me and your mommy. We'll protect you. And soon, you'll have to protect your baby sister or brother too." I say with a smile. Austin smiles widely and looks up at (Y/N) and she smiles down at him as well. "I can't wait." He says with a yawn. (Y/N) kisses his curly head. "I'm glad, kiddo." She whispers against his head. "Get some rest champ." I say as I get up. "You're going to see-" I stop once I turn around to see Austin sound asleep against his pillow. (Y/N) gets out of the bed slowly. "Well done baby." She whispers, giving me a kiss after closing Austin's door.
  • Michael Clifford: "Relax, baby girl. Just close your eyes. Daddy's got you. Shh." I coo as I rub my almost two year olds back. I rock back and forth slowly on the rocking chair while Aubrey holds my neck for dear life as she cries. "Mama! M-Mama!" She sobs into my neck. "She'll be back, Aubs. Mama will be here very soon. Just go to sleep, baby, I got you." I whisper. (Y/N)'s out for the night with the girls. She was hesitant to leave me with the kids but I insisted she should go, saying that the four of us would be just fine. She deserves it. She's been busy with work and taking care of her three boys and little girl. She deserves to be out for awhile. "I want mama now!" Aubrey screams, making me jolt a little. "Aubrey, what did I tell you about screaming?" I warn, thinking about her brothers sleeping peacefully in their room next to hers. She cries more, her tears soaking into my t-shirt. I pat her back gently while humming a nursery rhyme. Aubrey cries "mama" over and over again shakily and I feel like I've been sucking at being a parent. "Hey, hey, hey." I hear my wife whisper loudly. I relax and sigh in relief when I see her at the door. My hero. "Mama!" Aubrey squeaks out while getting off of me and running to (Y/N). She crouches down and opens her arms for Aubrey. "You should be sleeping little one." She says while kissing Aubrey's cheek after they embrace each other. "Why'd you go m-mama?" She sobs into (Y/N)'s neck. "Shhhh Aubs, you'll wake Zach and Nick." (Y/N) whispers while picking our little princess up. She walks over, giving me a smile and then mouthing a "hi" to me. I give her a small smile before getting up so she can sit down. She sits down and begins to rock back and forth. "Shhh baby. I'm here. A princess like you deserves her beauty rest." (Y/N) whispers to Aubrey. "L-like Princess Aurora?" Aubrey asks, referring to the princess from Sleeping Beauty. (Y/N) smiles. "Like Princess Aurora." She whispers. Once Aubrey quiets down, I walk out of the room to see the boys, making sure to close the door behind me so Aubrey can fall asleep without the light from the hall bugging her. After awhile, I watch (Y/N) walk down the stairs. I get up from the couch before she pecks my lips. "I'm a terrible dad, aren't I?" I mumble against her lips. "You mean awesome, right?" She asks with a smirk before I kiss her.
  • Luke Hemmings: "Luke, leave her be. She has to learn." I hear my wife mumble sleepily as I get out of our bed. "You know I can't do that." I whisper back gently while walking towards the door. Once I heard my little Ella's muffled cries coming from the baby monitor, I had to fight the urge not to get up and help her right then and there. After a good thirty minutes of her crying, I couldn't take it anymore. I walk down hallway to head towards Ella's nursery. "Daddy's right here, pumpkin." I say as I walk through her door. I frown a little at my almost one year old through the cribs rails. She sits on her bum with wet tears running down her red face. "D-daddy." Ella cries in relief before standing up and reaching for me. "What's wrong, huh?" I ask sadly while picking her up. I kiss forehead before she wraps her little arms around my neck. She tries to find her breath. "Breathe sweetheart. You're okay." I start to run my hand up and down her back slowly, trying to calm her down. I check to feel if she needs a diaper change but find out that she doesn't. She rests her head on my shoulder and cries more. "Someone's a little sleepy bug I see." I state with a smile before sitting down on the rocking chair. "No." Ella mumbles her new favorite word into my neck. I chuckle and begin to rock gently. She holds on tight to me, never letting go of me. "Daddy's not going anywhere, Ella. I'm right here." I coo. After a few minutes of doing rocking back and forth and rubbing her back, she quiets down and then cries again, trying to stay awake. "Don't fight it El." I whisper quietly. And then, just as I command, she quits fighting. Small snores escape her mouth. I keep rocking in case she wakes up again but she doesn't. I get up gently and walk over to her crib. I lay Ella down slowly as possible, very careful not to wake her up. "Sweet dreams pumpkin." I whisper after placing the blanket on her. I tense when I see her squirm a little but then she relaxes. I sigh and smile down at her. I turn towards the door and jump a little when (Y/N) leaning against the door post. She gives me a small smile as she reaches her hand out for me. "Come back to bed, Mr. Hemmings." She whispers as I place my hand on hers, then she pulls me back towards our room. I close Ella's door gently behind me, completely hypnotized by my wife's actions.
Seven sentence meme!

Tagged by @traincat

The rules are as follows: go to page 7 of a WIP, skip to the 7th line, share 7 sentences, and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge.

I don’t have 7 pages of any WIP written, but I realized I do have 7 fics in my WIP folder, so I’ll share a line I like from each! (This is cheating, this is def cheating, but I’m still gonna do it.)

1. (Spideytorch) I Hate My Soulmate Support Group

“Is true love harder than you thought?” the sign reads, and Peter feels kind of nauseous. He wouldn’t call his situation true love. More like a true nightmare. “Come to the Soulmate Trouble Support Group! Thursdays at 4pm in the Counseling Center.”

2. (Dick Grayson/Tiger) Sequel to Little by Little

Even after a couple of months, there’s something strange about waking up next to Tiger. There’s something strange about seeing Tiger asleep at all, eyes closed and mouth lax, expression something that Dick would call serene, if he saw it on anyone else. Tiger doesn’t move much when he sleeps. He doesn’t snore, or tug the blankets over to his side of the bed. The first few nights they spent together, Dick had to check to see if he was even breathing.

3. (Gotham) Jim Gordon Adopts Baby Babs

His brother was diligent about sending him photos. Jim couldn’t open his email without getting hit with a slew of pictures. Baby Barbara sleeping with her mouth wide open, gums toothless and shiny pink. Barbara gnawing on her own toes. Barbara, gazing up at the camera, with round cheeks, too big for her head, and a tiny shock of red hair. She always looked solemn in the photos, carefully discerning, and she was beautiful, in that pristine baby way. Shiny and new.

4. (Spideytorch) Dream Daddy AU 

Peter’s old house had been a worn-out little two-family condo, with downstairs neighbors that liked to scream at each other in strong Long Island accents. Sometimes, Peter couldn’t fall asleep if he couldn’t hear the sounds of Mrs. Maretti accusing Mr. Maretti of having yet another affair.

In this new neighborhood, everyone probably kept their family drama behind closed doors, like a bunch of creeps.

(This was SUPPOSED to be my spideytorch big bang but homework MURDERED me.)

5. (Fraser/Kowalski) Kidfic

When Fraser was young, he’d been the most sought after babysitter in the Northwest Territories. Not the most sought after babysitter in the Yukon unfortunately. That honored belonged to Stacey Drake. His childhood nemesis.

6. (Damian Wayne/Jon Kent, Batfam) Damian and Jon Elope

As a general rule, Bruce didn’t check the family groupchat much. It was annoying and chaotic, and it took Bruce’s hours just to decipher the kids’ elaborate mix of shortened words and strange emojis. That was an afternoon’s work right there, and when he’d made his way through the mountain of messages, another mountain had usually taken its place.

Tonight, it seemed that he had no other choice.

The most recent message was from Tim. A simple but relatable “wait wut happened”.

7. (Gotham) High School AU

Jim Gordon’s ex-boyfriend was probably a murderer.


I tag anyone who wants to do it!

Joshua: Youngsters

Summary: Joshua was your babysitter when you were younger….. just don’t think about it too much it’s really creepy if you think about it too much dfsjdlf (joshua’s still got orange hair in this…. shows how long ago I actually wrote it)


You were 8 and he was 12. He had just received his babysitter’s licence and your parents figured that there was no one more qualified to watch over you than their friend’s son. Of course, this didn’t satisfy you as much as it did your younger brother. At the young age of 8, you were more concerned with playing with your toys than you were with anything that Joshua was familiar with. But he didn’t let that hold him back. He was fully willing to play dolls with you while your brother watched cartoons on the TV.

“You’re a cute kid.” He replied when you asked why the boys in your grade didn’t have crushes on you, if it was because you weren’t cute like the other girls in your class. You agreed.

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A Grant Take Her Job Seriously

Owen Grady x reader

Sent in by: anon

“No, I don’t want you to work there.” Your father spoke that morning you had showed him the letter you had gotten in the mail. You looked at him and placed yourself next to him - “Dad, please. I have always wanted to work with dinosaurs.” But your father only uttered a ‘no’ and stood up.

“I can't go around and wonder if you’re still alive every minute,” as he said that, you sighed and followed after him. The letter forgotten on the wooden table in the small kitchen. 

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Texting || Beckles
  • J: Hey
  • A: Hello
  • J: How are u feeling?
  • A: Better now that I'm out of that damn hospital.
  • J: Yeah the doctor called me to let me know u were being discharged. Ur with Jeff?
  • A: Why would he call you? Hasn't he ever heard of doctor patient confidentiality? Yes I'm with Jeff. Where else would I be?
  • J: I told u when I was there I'm ur next of kin and emergency contact. I gotta be notified. U could be at home with ur husband and son. JJ wants to see u with her own eyes to make sure ur ok
  • A: Stop it okay? I'm not married. I'm not a mom!
  • J: I miss u
  • A: You were just here. How can you miss me?
  • J: I always miss u when ur not next to me
  • A: You're so weird
  • J: I wish I could turn back time...stop our fight before u left. It's my fault u were in the accident cuz it's my fault u were with Jeff in the first place. I would change so many things that happened recently.
  • A: What the hell are you talking about? What fight?
  • J: We've been fighting for a little while about the furture of our marriage.
  • A: What future? We're not married!
  • J: *sends picture of marriage certificate*
  • A: That's...how'd you get my signature?
  • J: U signed it. When we got married.
  • A: No! We didn't get married!!!
  • J: Yes, we did.
  • A: STOP SAYING THAT!
  • J: Whether I say it or not it's still true. Legally u and I are married.
  • A: SHUT UP! I'M NOT MARRIED!!
  • J: Calm down baby
  • A: DON'T CALL ME BABY! I'M NOT YOUR BABY!!
  • J: Why don't u wanna believe ur married to me? Why is it the end of the world to u?
  • A: Because you're like my brother. And I'm with Jeff, and you're still with Katie, right? How can we be married? It doesn't make any sense.
  • J: Yeah...she's kinda what the fighting's been about.
  • A: What are you talking about?
  • J: I'm gonna be upfront with u now like I should have been 2 months ago. I broke up with Katie cuz she acted like she wasn't interested and when we broke up I lost a friend so when she came back around, when we started talking I thought I was getting my friend back. Then I found out she was scared of what I was offering her and she didn't know how to handle it so she didn't say anything when I dumped her. Those feelings are still there and we acted on them...and u walked in on us. I'm so in love with u, Ash, I wouldn't give u up for anything but I feel the exact same way about Katie. I know it ain't right or normal but I can't help how I feel. I should've talked to u before I slept with Katie. I should have explained everything to u, explain how Katie wants to be with both of us, not just me. I hurt u, I know I did. I hurt u and u took Brady to see Jeff cuz u needed to get away from me. Ur my wife and Katie's my girlfriend but she wants to be ur girlfriend too. And honestly, I'd give her up right now if it meant u'd get ur memory back and remembered how much we love each other.
  • A: This is a joke right? So now not only did we get married, but you cheated on me? This isn't funny anymore. Why are you telling me all this? You aren't a cheater.
  • J: Stop asking if I'm joking the answer is always gonna be no. It's never been funny. This is our life, Ashley. For better or worse, in sickness and in health. I messed up. I'm human. And before I married Danneel I used to cheat on girlfriends all the time. It's not something I'm proud of.
  • A: I...I gotta go.
  • J: Don't do that. Don't push me away. Please
  • A: Then please stop with all this. I can't handle all this.
  • J: What do u want me to do here, Ash? Just let my wife go be with another man? I see the hypocrisy in that sentence but ur my wife! It took me too long to get u and I can't lose u. I wouldn't make it if I did.
  • A: I can't handle this, Jensen. I can't...
  • J: Do u want me to leave u alone?
  • A: Yes...no...I don't know. IF you want to be my friend, great. But I don't need you trying t tell me we're married and all that shit.
  • J: I can't not treat u like my wife when I've been doing that for 1 1/2 - 2 years.
  • A: You need to try, Jensen. I'm not your wife.
  • J: There's a whole group of people who saw us get married
  • A: Please stop
  • J: Fine. But one day ur gonna remember what I mean to u
  • A: Thank you
  • J: And one day ur gonna hate urself for missing out on raising ur son.

plots made while guiltily streaming fifth harmony's new album, reflection.

going nowhere—"where you going, where you tryna go,baby?"

muse a and muse b have been in a relationship for total of four years. they seem to have it all together-they hardly even argue, they talk things out, they compromise, they have this undying love towards each other. that is, in public. behind closed doors it’s nothing but tension and arguments. muse b has found out muse a has been playing around behind their back, and they’ve laid down an ultimatum-either get themselves together or get out of their life. muse a is having a hard time choosing which greatly upsets muse b and causes some arguments, and muse b thinks they’re gonna stay, but they can’t be sure.

brave honest beautiful—"you got a smile worth fighting for."

muse a is muse b’s role model. muse a may not be the most attractive person around, but they’re confident, smart, and have a great since of humor. they can’t dance at all, but you can bet they’re the first person on the dance floor at any party. muse b only wishes they had half the confidence muse a did, and has been admiring them from afar for a while, but can’t muster up any courage to talk to them. one day at a party while muse b is trying to blend in with the wallpaper, muse a saunters up and strikes up a conversation. muse b can’t believe its even happening, but muse a starts hanging around them constantly and is calling them all the time. cue a beautiful friendship, and possibly the start of new romance?

sledgehammer—"but every minute that i’m with you, i feel the fever and i won’t lie."

 muse a and muse b have been flirting at the diner muse b works at for over a month now. muse b knows what muse a always wants and sometimes throws in something extra they think they would like. sometimes after muse a gets off work they stumble in the diner around closing time and shares a meal with muse b ( splitting a burger, fries and a chocolate shake every time ). one day muse a reveals that they’ve just broken up with their significant other because they’ve had some intense feelings for somebody else- that being muse b. so they start dating, but find that despite their flirting, they’re completely different people and it’s hard for them to make things work. but the feelings are still intense and they don’t want to let go of each other.

this is how we roll—"can't stay in the house cause the party don't end!"

 muse a and muse b are complete party animals. don’t ever ask if they have a free weekend because the answer will usually be no-they have parties to crash and clubs to attend. usual weekends for them include going clubbing friday night, hanging out with friends on saturday while getting way too drunk, and back into the club on sunday before getting serious for the week. they meet at a club one on sunday and get a little wild with each other that night that has them in the same bed by morning. lo and behold-muse b is actually muse a’s straightlaced boss who muse a thinks is completely evil. that makes for an awkward morning at work.

everlasting love—"my ever- everlasting love, and i'm never ever giving up 'til you're laying next to me."

it may sound silly, but muse a has had a huge crush on muse b since kindergarten, but have never had the courage to speak up, or have always been a little too late to confess. they’ve watched muse b grow up, go through relationships that haven’t worked, and regardless of the fact that muse a knows they aren’t muse b’s “type”, they’ve always held out a hope that one day they would get together. after seeing muse b have nasty public breakup and start spiraling out of control, muse a steps up to comfort them and help them get back on track-and just maybe get muse b to fall in love with them.

like mariah—"your loving takes me higher, you set my heart on fire, when you touch by body got me singing like mariah."

meeting up by pure accident, muse a and muse b end up sleeping together after a pretty strange night. they actually know each other (vaguely), but have never seen each other in a sexual light. but after that night (and morning) can’t seem to see each other in any other way. despite the fact that they’re from completely different circles and if people found out it would get seriously nasty, they secretly keep meeting up for a quick hook ups and small dates. 

reflection—"boy, i ain't talkin' about you, i'm talking to my own reflection."

 muse a is a player, no jokes about it. they jump from this person to the next without a second thoughts. muse b had been the faithful partner of two years, and knew that muse a had been cheating on them with multiple people. after not being able to deal with halfhearted apologies of never cheating again, they break up with muse a and focus on themselves. fast forward a year later-muse a is still up to their old ways, but muse b has turned themselves around. they’ve gotten a brand new look that has dates chasing after them, and are doing good loving themselves these days. muse a, after recognizing them on the street, wants to get back together with them, but muse b doesn’t have the time for them anymore. but muse a is determined to get their old partner back-even if it means changing everything about themselves.

Preference #18: You Tell Him You're Pregnant
  • Michael: You groaned as you read the tiny +. "Yep," you said to yourself. This was the 3rd test you had taken. You were definitely pregnant. "Y/n?" you heard your boyfriend, Michael call. You quickly threw all evidence in the trash and left the bathroom. "Hey babe," you smiled. You went about your day as normal, trying to forget that there was a tiny baby living inside of you. You knew you ought to tell Michael, but you had no idea how he would react. You and Michael agreed discussing starting a family before, but both agreed you were far from ready. Through out the day he kept asking you were you okay, when you kept dying when playing video games, when you got lost in a day dream involving diapers and crying babies, when you didn't eat much at dinner, and you lied and said yes. But the next morning, he knew that something was wrong. You were sitting in front of the toilet, puking up all the food you didn't eat, and it never seemed to stop. Michael held your hair back and rubbed your back. When you finally stopped, you could barely hold your head up so he carried you back to bed. "I'm sorry," you mumbled into his muscular chest. "Why baby? You can't help this. It will pass soon," he said, playing with your hair. "No it wont!" you whined. "What?" he said, confused. "Is there something wrong?? Are you like...sick-sick?.....you don't have cancer do you?" You looked up at his face and you could almost hear the 1000s of worries dancing through his mind. "No!!" you told him. "I'm fine. I'm just um....I'm pregnant Michael," you said, worried about his reaction. He looked at you before saying, "Oh thank fuck!" He kissed you slowly, even though you knew you tasted like vomit. "You're not mad?" you asked when you pulled away. "No. I thought there was something wrong. How could I be mad baby?" he said. You sighed with relief. "And we're gonna have a baby," he smiled. "That's crazy," you said, barely able to believe it. "I know. But we're gonna do just fine, don't you worry."
  • Calum: "Babe?" You called to Calum. "Yeah?" he asked running up the stairs. "You okay?" You nodded. "What date is it?" you asked him. "27th, why?" he said. "Oh," you replied. You had missed your period for the second month in a row and were beginning to get worried, before you realised that you could be pregnant. "I think I'm pregnant Cal!" you told him. His eyes widened in surprised. "Take a test!" he urged. "I need to go to an interview, but call me okay?" he said, kissing you sweetly before he left. You took the test, which came out as a big fat positive. You were so worried, mainly because you would have to take care of a little baby, but you didn't know if Calum wanted a baby or not. Well you knew he did, but you weren't sure if he was ready yet. "Y/n?" he called, 3 hours later running through the door. "So?" he asked eagerly. "I took the test.." you said. "Is it good news or bad news?" said impatiently. "I don't know," you mumbled before handing him the positive test. You watched his scan the screen. "It's great news!" he grinned. You giggled. He picked you up and spun you around. "We're gonna have a baby!" he said, his eyes lit up like a little boy on Christmas morning. "Yeah we are!" you smiled. "My mom is gonna be soo happy! What about the boys when can I tell them? Can I get him or her a guitar?? I can't wait to show him to the fans! What should we name it??" he rambled on and on. You were just so happy that he wanted to start a family with you.
  • Luke: You stared at the little blue plus wondering how this could happen to you. You were a good kid. You did well in school, you listened to your parents and you had a cute boyfriend who you loved dearly and wanted to be with forever. But you were both too young. To young to have a baby. You were still in school. You could not believe it. You and Luke were being "safe". How could this of happened to you. What would you're parents say? You heard the bell go, just then remembering you were sat in a cubicle of your high school's bathroom. You quickly got up, checked yourself out of the office and ran to the only place you could think of going; Luke's house. "Y/n?" he said, confused when you showed up at his house, mascara running down your face. "Oh baby what's wrong?" he sat you in his lap and gently stroked you're hair. "Tell me what's wrong princess," he said trying to calm you. "I can't Lukey. You'll break up with me if I do," you cried. "Did...did you cheat?" he asked, suddenly shocked. You shook your head. "No, never," you assured him. "Then what? It can't be that bad!" he said. You shook your head again. "Luke...I'm..I'm pregnant!" you blurted out. He stared at you in utter astonishment. "Oh baby," he said and held me close as I sobbed into his chest. He just sat there rubbing my back, unable to say anything. "What are we gonna do?" you asked between sobs. "You can't get rid of it. It's a real baby?" he said, amazed. "I know. I'm just.. I'm so scared," you said, crying harder. "It's okay," he repeated over and over. "We can do this. It can't be that hard right?" he asked helplessly. It just made you cry more. "Don't worry. One thing's for sure, you're gonna be a great Mommy!" he smiled. "At the child is gonna be so spoiled!" he said. You giggled. Maybe you could do it after all.
  • Ashton: You and Ashton had being trying for a baby for a few weeks when you found out you were pregnant. You were so excited. You imagined the little baby shoes, showing him/her off to your friends, endless sleepless nights that would be totally worth it, a cute baby bump, teddy bears, pink or blue everything but mostly you couldn't wait to see the look on Ashton's face when he held your child for the first time. You smiled all day and everyone noticed. "You look extra-great today," your mom smiled. You wanted to tell her but didn't. "You look so happy? What's up?" Your bestie asked you. You just laughed and winked. "You seem kinda different. But kinda in a good way?" Ashton looked confusedly at you. "We'll I feel different but In a good way! I'm just so happy!" you giggled. "Why?" he said, still confused. You smirked and drummed your fingers on your non-existent bump. Suddenly, he got it, a huge smile appearing on his face. "We're pregnant?" he asked. You nodded, smiling. "I'M GONNA BE A DAD!" he yelled, laughing. "I know!" you said. He kissed you, the kiss filled with passion and excitement. "I'm so happy you're gonna be the mother of my baby," he giggled again. "Hi baby!" he said talking to your bump now. "I'm Ashton, I'm your daddy!" He looked up at you smiling. "I love you so so much already," he told your baby. "I just can't wait to see you. I'll sing to you all the time, I promise. Even though I'm not that good at singing," he laughed again. "Do you think he can hear me?" Ashton asked. "Oh yeah, even though his tiny ears aren't formed yet," you said. He laughed but continued talking. "I'm gonna spoil you to bits. I'll teach you how to play the drums. And you better love Vegemite. And I promise, I'll never, ever, ever leave you," he placed a kiss on your belly. You knew Ashton was gonna be the best dad in the entire world.
  • A/n: Request preferences and imagines pretty please.

janeinjune  asked:

Hi! Umm can you write a little somethin somethin about being Michael's adopted little sister but being his complete opposite (aka good student, athletic, not punk rock in the least even in appearance as well like dark hair, dark eyes, etc.) but you and him have an amazing sibling bond so you ask him to come to your first volleyball game and he cheers the loudest and the guys are like 'I still can't believe that's your sister' and Mikey gets protective? (Idk I think it'd be cute!) Thanks xoxo!!

Heey babe! I hope I did okay! xox

The Clifford family was the best thing to ever happen to me in my life! And when I say that I genuinely mean it! Back when I was around 3 years old I was put into an orphanage because my parents were just too young to look after, cons of having teen parents…

Karen, who i call my Mum, had her first child Michael about 2 years before I was born and everyday growing up with Michael as a brother was the best thing in the world! Even though sometimes he can be rude, annoying, stupid, inconsiderate….did i mention annoying? He can also be such a sweetheart when he wanted to be! My parents Karen and Daryl have always slightly liked me a little bit more than Michael, even though they say they don’t have a favourite…you can always tell! The reason being is because I am the complete opposite of Michael, I’ve always cleaned my room when they asked me too, I went to school everyday even when he didn’t, instead of sitting around playing video games all day I would be playing football out the back or even just being social! Sure, Mum and Dad love Michael to bits but they just wished he would be a little bit more active with his life. 

Even though with Michael and I both realising that I was the favourite child, we had and still have the most unbreakable sibling bond ever! He is the only person I went to when I had a problem with the world, he is the guy that no matter what emotion I’m feeling, he was just always there! So when he started to get famous it was really hard to cope with because he would just be gone months at a time and the only time i would be able to see him was through a computer screen and that was hardly ever because of stupid timezones. I always thought that he would forget about me and care more about the fame than his little sister but he proved that all wrong! For the past 3 years our bond is still as strong as it always has been and its honestly the biggest relief.

Today Michael was coming back for a break from his world tour and I’m so excited because today I also have my first volleyball game that I have been training for, for about a month and a half now, so hopefully he’s not to tired and will come support me! 

“Hey Michael..!” I said as walked into his room,

“Hellooo sister!” he said back to me, I sat on his bed giving him the best puppy dog eyes that I possibly could before even asking him to come to my volley ball game.

“What do you want Y/N?” he said to me chuckling a bit,

“Um..do you think you could come to my first volley ball game later? I’ve been training for about a month-ish now and I really want you to come…please?” I said whilst batting my eyelashes at him.

“Yeah! ofcourse I will! what did you think I’d turn down my little sister first volley ball game?” he replied back to me, 

“Well…I don’t know I thought you would be too tired to come, but thanks big bro! It starts in 30 minutes! So i need to start getting ready!” I said to him, hugging him and then walking out the door to my room to start getting ready.

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I was getting ready to start the game on the field, the ball was then served to the other team and it came flying back over the net I quickly looked around me and then noticed that I was the closest to the ball so I jumped up and hit it back over the net to the other team and scored my team the first point! YES! Then I heard it my embarrassing brother with sweet intentions at heart…

“WOOOO! THATS MY SISTER!!!”

Oh my gosh…thats so embarrassing…but atleast he is here in the first place anyway!

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Michaels P.O.V

Whoops…I shouldn’t of cheered that loud, I practically just cheered over the whole crowd, she’s probably so embarrassed now, oh well! 

I sat back down onto the seat in-between Luke and Calum, Ash leaned over Calum and said to me, “She is gonna be so embarrassed you did that…” Next thing you know everyone started cheering and I saw that Y/N’s team scored another point so natural instincts I just stood up and cheered again, “WOOOOOOOO!!!!” 

I sat back down yet again and I looked to my left and saw Luke intensely watching the game so i nudged him with my elbow,

“W-what?” he said to me,

“What girl are you looking at Luke? You’re like concentrating so hard on the game?” I said and laughed at him, 

“Probably your sister!” Calum said, I glared at Luke waiting for his response,

“Yeah bro I actually was, I still can’t actually believe she’s your sister!” 

Oh no he did not just go there..! I mean yeah, they are only a year apart from each other but she’s still my little sister.

“You’re not touching my sister Hemmings” I said still glaring at him,

“Michael, its not my fault she’s beautiful as! I mean, look at her dark blond hair, her tan, she’s so girly and dude has a really good body to!” Luke said shamelessly.

“If you and her ever date, I swear to god Luke I will snap your neck into half and you won’t be able to see daylight ever again!” I warned him.

“Okay, Mr. Protective Older Brother!” Calum laughed next to me, as Ashton laughed along with him Luke joining in with both of them a while later, whilst I’m still glaring into space. 

“Your sister is pretty hot though Mikey” Calum said to me and Ashton decided to chime in with his thoughts and opinions on my sister too a couple seconds after, 

“Yeah bro, she’s is really fit!”.

“Don’t you two start now…” I said glaring in their direction now.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!!

Wow, time flies when your arguing with you best mates about how they think your sister is hot…

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Y/n’s P.O.V

I can’t believe it was my first volleyball game and we won, I saw Michael and surprise surprise, he brang the guys along to…   I went up to Michael and gave him a huge hug, 

“Oh my god! I can’t believe we won!” I exclaimed to him,

“Yeah good job little sis! you did good!” Michael said back to me,

“Hi boys!!” I said as i went into to hug them but got stopped by my big brother, 

“Your not hugging them, they are hormonal teenage boys who want to hook up with you, so no!” Michael said latching onto me so i couldn’t move anywhere.

“Okay….??” I said confused as all heck, “Ill explain later…” Michael whispered into my ear, “Okay then…” I whispered back into his ear.

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Today was a good day :) I love my brother and his crazy friends, especially Luke…hes a cutey…too bad he would never like me back.

Title: The Misunderstood.

Words: 1,550

Rating K+

A/N: Just couldn’t resist after I read the ‘Misunderstanding Comic’ by: Kinzaibatsu91 your art is SO GOOD. It’s so funny and cute, plus it’s Falling Petals making it truly unique and awesome.

This’ll be three chapters, each one focusing on the respective parts of the trilogy,
not too long either.

Enjoy! And Thanks Kin, I hope I did your work justice!~

Chapter 1. Avalanche.

Weiss Schnee was known for many things; her elegant combat prowess, her studious and calculating attitude, and being the heiress to one of the richest companies on Remnant, just to name a few. It should also be known that bad grades did not and would not ever, ever! rank on that list.

Before Beacon that is.

The rich heiress was only two semesters in, and over that time, many things had changed for her, most of which were good. But there was one thing that had been plaguing her since the very minute she stepped foot on campus, this thing was a quirky, energetic redhead who seemed to be hell-bent on turning her normally composed and ‘proper’ life, into one big scattered mess.

Ruby.

Since their first mission together many months before; Weiss was able to shift her normal ‘Lone Wolf’ lifestyle into one that was capable of working in a team. But this journey didn’t come without a few bumps in the road that is. Weiss had to push her mental and physical limits to humor their nutcase of a leader, whether it be getting to class on time, making sure she does her homework, and even cutting down her sugar intake; Weiss would do everything in her power to keep Ruby in line so that their@@@@@ grades didn’t falter.

Lately things had been going unusually smooth, Ruby didn’t need to be reminded on what time it was, and Weiss all but ceased her homework checks; it’d seem that Weiss had finally gotten through Ruby’s thick skull and transformed her into someone she could work with. Ruby was still rough around the edges mind you, but that would be Weiss’ next project.

There was a hindrance however; a new unwelcome hindrance that threatened to rip apart all of the hard work Weiss had done, reverting Ruby back to the way she was, so many months ago.

That… woman.

Weiss didn’t know who she is or even her name for that matter. The Fencer only recognized her as that dark-haired woman with eyes of a Saffron Color, and constantly wearing a sly grin; like she was always up to something.

And Weiss believed she was.

Ruby’s attraction to this woman, started randomly. One day Weiss took note of how Ruby quite literally clung to this woman, and after a few short weeks, she’d see them everywhere; almost never apart. After awhile however, Weiss noticed them a lot less. They didn’t hang out in public anymore, seemingly dispersing from everyone’s eyesight and going to who knows where.

Through it all Weiss was barely able to keep Ruby in check, and over the last few days, Ruby just stopped showing up to their study sessions and combat practices, peeving Weiss to no end. So, one day she decided to track them down and give those two a piece of her mind, and after a lot of questioning and some threats; Weiss was told to keep an eye out for the dorm room door labeled: ‘EVIL’.

So that’s where we are now. Weiss stomping through the halls looking for her partner. She told herself she’d hold back on her little investigation, but Ruby missing practice today was the last straw. The heiress made her way through every hallway in the eastern dormitory, scrutinizing every door, eyes peeled for ‘EVIL’.

“That dunce!” Weiss mindfully huffed, clenching her fists and stomping down the hall. “I’ve told her we’re going to have a practice later.”

She continued her search, the Frustration in her rising with every step.

How dare she skip out on practice, this was her grade!

Nearing the end of the corridor Weiss gritted her teeth and bit her thumb. “Ever since that woman appeared, she’s been hanging out with her almost every day! That hag!” Weiss thought with vehemence. Remembering the one time when she could’ve sworn she heard Ruby call the mystery woman ‘senpai’.

This… woman, comes along and thinks she can just corrupt Ruby like that?

The audacity!

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Meanwhile…

“When will they be ready?” Ruby inquired, impatiently sitting on the floor whilst eyeing Cinder’s backside.

Cinder turned, her ebony hair trailing down her shoulder as she did so. “Ruby, Ruby…” She tutted, making her way over to Ruby, she knelt down, and in one smooth gesture; cupped the girls chin and spoke softly. “What did I tell you?”

“F-Five more minutes?” Ruby choked out.

“Good, pup.”

“Hey! I’m not a puppy!” A flustered Ruby shrilled.

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Weiss finally reached her destination, this place could’ve been interpreted as a run-of-the-mill dorm room; if it wasn’t for the word ‘evil’ plastered on the door in all capital letters.

“What kind of name is that? Hmm… it does suit them somewhat.”

Muffled footsteps could be heard from her side of the door, signaling that there was indeed someone inside; Weiss hoping that it was a certain two someones. The heiress paced in front of the door for a bit, contemplating her next move. Deciding that the calm approach was best, Weiss stepped close, clenching her right hand into a fist; the heiress brought it close and-

‘Aaah~so good!’

'You’re gonna burn yourself Ruby~’

Stopped dead in her tracks. Ice-blue eyes went wide with what she had just heard.
It was Ruby, and… her.

The heiress planted her body in formation with the door, remaining straight and perfectly quiet; she continued her totally necessary eavesdropping. Which would in no way come back to haunt her.

'But I can’t help it when you’re so delicious! It melts in my mouth!’
Weiss’ face flushed red, her ear almost glued to the door. What the hell is going on in there!

'There’s more where that came from. Slow down or you’ll choke.’

Her mouth went agape, the heat slowly intensifying in her cheeks. They couldn’t be…

'OH YES!!’

That was the last straw, Weiss prepared herself to-

'GET INSIDE ME!’

A ghastly half screech, half roar boomed down the hallway. Fuming with anger and some unidentifiable emotion; Weiss brought her combat boot back, and with immeasurable power and force, punted the door. “RUBY ROSE!!” She bellowed as the door flew right off of it’s brass hinges, making an audible ‘BANG’ and sending it comically flying somewhere into the room.

Still seeing red, Weiss righted herself, and instantly entered chew-out mode.
“You’re in a lot of trouble now you young lady!” She screeched. “I’m gonna tell Yang about your little trysts business! Now you-“

“… get out of the room or I’ll drag you out myself you… dunce.”

As her body calmed down just a hair, her eyes widened at the sight or the room. It’s current state being the polar opposite of what she’d assumed.

There, standing in the center of the room was a fear stricken Ruby, a chocolate chip cookie in each of her hands, inches away from devouring them. Weiss glanced a little to the right, reeling a little at what graced her vision. Standing next to Ruby was that woman, clad in a white button down top and a crimson colored apron. Oven mitten hands grasping onto a tray loaded with steaming fresh cookies. The look she was currently giving Weiss was most unsettling.

Ruby was the first to speak, or attempted so. “H…hey Weiss! Do you want some of these cookies?” She stammered.

“Wha……what?” Weiss jabbered, mouth opening and closing like a gasping for air.
The heiress didn’t even hear a thing, her mind still locked in confusion as to what she was currently seeing, and somehow,for some weird reason, it kinda made sense. Why was she so surprised? She should’ve known Ruby acted like that when in the presence of cookies…

The room went quiet for a few seconds until a low growl emanated from Cinder. The sound caught Weiss’ attention, as she noted Cinder’s face twist into a deep snarl. Slowly, she started to back away…

“You come crashing in uninvited you little AVALANCHE!” Cinder thundered. Her voice reverberating off the four walls of the room.

Weiss shrieked in fear and tore off, out through the remains of the doorway and down the hall as fast as she could, both Cinder and Ruby watching the whole time.

“Hehe, sorry… they’re always concerned about me…”

Cinder was content on doing nothing, she just walked off leaving a dumbstruck Ruby in her wake.

A/N Well there ya have it, Part 1 of 3. Pretty sure I messed it up with my bad writing, but I’ll let you guys judge. I had a lot of fun doing this and parts 2 and 3 will come tomorrow and Friday. Thanks!

-ARMV7

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