i'm in a really happy mood too so maybe thats why




Matilda stepped out in dress number thirteen, and if it wasn’t for the champagne, I thought I might have fallen asleep at around dress number seven.
I was keeping it together.

“It’s a no, isn’t it?” She cringed.

“I don’t want it to be.” I blubbered dramatically. “But…”

“It’s just not me, is it?”

“Not even close. I dunno who that dress is, but it’s not you.”

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Since I was born, I’ve always been the one with the favorite. I’ve had a favorite doll that I always bring with me, a favorite cousin that I shower with gifts and kisses, a favorite candy that make my teeth rot, and now I have 7 favorite boys that I love so dearly. Probably someday, I’d move on and leave this fan girl life. Maybe I’d find someone that’ll be the center of my universe as you boys are to me right now. But for now, I just want to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me and for everyone. 

To Kim Namjoon, thank you for being the pillar that we all needed. With the eloquent speeches that your members wanted to express but didn’t know how and the expressive lyrics that have not only touched but also comforted peoples’ (fans or not) hearts, you’ve showed us how the right words could save and inspire another person’s life. 

To Kim Seokjin, thank you for bringing laughter and joy to everyone with your old man jokes and your ridiculous confidence. You’ve made us realize that it is always more gratifying to hear other people’s laughter mingling with our own even with the little things we say and do. 

To Min Yoongi, thank you for expressing yourself in the music that you make and the actions that you show. You’ve taught us that even through the most vulnerable of words expressed, one could still be strong and resilient yet even without the presence of words, love can still be felt. 

To Jung Hoseok, thank you for lifting everyone’s mood up every single time. You’ve made us believe that even when we think the world is always against us, there’s always that light at the end of the tunnel and all we needed is a little spark of hope to keep moving forward. 

To Park Jimin, thank you for letting your happiness shine through to your laughter and smiles. You’ve showed us that no matter how sad we’re feeling, a little act of kindness and compassion can be shown through just a little crack of a smile.

To Kim Taehyung, thank you for being and thinking completely out of the box. You’ve showed us the importance of embracing our true selves by being unique and different. and that no mater what anyone says, at the end of the day, how we accept ourselves is what really matters most. 

To Jeon Jungkook, thank you for showing us your will and determination in everything that you do. You’ve inspired us to be the best version of ourselves and made us realize that we can reach our dreams with the right amount of effort and passion for it.

To Bangtan, thank you for the beautiful songs that touch our hearts. the words you’ve written and the lyrics you’ve sung mean more to us not only because they mean a lot to you, but also because we know those words and melodies were made with the thought of us. 

Thank you for showing us your beautiful camaraderie and friendship right from the start.  You’ve taught us that platonic love is as important as every other love there is and that it should never be taken for granted because during times when we feel alone in the dark, only the people who’ve accepted who you are as a person are also the only people who’d hold your hand and never let you walk alone to make you feel that you are never alone in this cold, cold world.

Lastly, thank you for loving us every way you know how. each of you goes out of your way just to let us know that we’re always in your mind, never making us feel that we’re only on the outside looking in. with every tweet, every vlive, and even in speech acceptance stages, you’ve made us feel as if we’re all standing right there beside you, holding your hand and i think that’s what we all love the most about you. I honestly don’t know the right words to say because i have so much feelings that even hundreds of thousands of words could not be enough to express whatever it is i’m feeling right now. All I can say is that I love you guys. So, so much. And that I’m proud of whatever each of you have become in those 4 years we’ve spent with you. 

Happy 4th Anniversary to the beautiful boys who never fail to inspire me, to the playful dorks who never fail to make me laugh, to the gorgeous men who never fail to make my heart hurt just by looking at them, and to the lovable kids who didn’t fail to make me love them with all my heart. 

I love you, 방탄소년단! Let’s be together for a long time! Keep surprising people and let’s show the world why you deserve the world and more.  #4yearswithBTS

robertisbisexual  asked:

I would like to request that night in Amsterdam from the friends to lovers au thanks

thank u malorie i absolutely didn’t force you to send me this ask so i had an excuse to write more of this verse. set within the same universe as this ficlet, some pre-relationship fluff.

a slight warning - there is recreational drug use in this ficlet, if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable!

Aaron’s in a grump with him. Robert knows this, and he should probably apologise to his best mate, instead of watching Aaron angrily neck a coffee in one of the over priced, overly busy coffee shops on Dam Square, but he’s not going to.

Robert wasn’t very good at apologising. He was good at sweeping issues under the rug and pretending like he hadn’t made a mistake, but apologising? It wasn’t really part of the Robert Sugden arsenal.

“Are you going to be in a mood with me all day?” Robert inquired, swirling the last of his coffee around his mug, the dregs of the caffeine mucky and cold now. He spotted a girl giving him an appreciative look out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

He knew he looked good today. It was the height of summer, and they’d landed to Amsterdam in the midst of a heatwave, so he’d broken out his shorts, the turquoise material hugging his arse, the white t-shirt he’d paired it with showing off the arm muscles he finally had, now Aaron dragged him to the gym three times a week.

“What are you smirking at?” Aaron practically growled, his mood clearly not any better than it had been that morning, when he’d woken a very hungover Robert up by banging around their hotel bathroom, singing in the shower at eight am.

Robert had known he was in the bad books from the moment he’d woken up.

“Nothing, grumpy,” Robert rolled his eyes. “Sightseeing is hardly going to be fun if you’re in vile humour all day long, is it? Cheer up.”

“You could just fucking apologise to me, you dick,” Aaron rolled his eyes, finishing the last of his coffee, folding his arms across his chest.

“When I have ever apologised?” Robert joked.

“Yeah, maybe thats the problem,” Aaron sighed. “You’re always right, aren’t you? Robert fucking Sugden, the only one who knows anything at all.”

Okay, so Robert had fucked up. They’d gone to a club last night, one of Amsterdam’s best gay clubs, in fact, and Aaron had been snapped up by some lanky German lad, buying Aaron beers and keeping him away from Robert all night.

He hadn’t been jealous. Robert obviously hadn’t been jealous - Aaron was his best friend, and that was all there was too it. He just hadn’t liked the look of the guy, so maybe he’d warned him off before Aaron could cop off with him.

And maybe Aaron and him had had a screaming match in the middle of a foreign city, Aaron yelling blue bloody murder about how Robert had no right to dictate who Aaron could and couldn’t sleep with.

Which was fair, if Robert was being logical.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Robert tried. “I was acting like a dick.”

“Yeah, you were.”

“Can you forgive me?” Robert gave Aaron his best puppy dog eyes, hoping to get a laugh out of his best friend. He’d always been good at that, making Aaron laugh - considered it one of his best skills, really.

“Do it again, and I will murder you,” Aaron threatened, looking completely serious.

Robert grinned. “Deal. Now can we go to the sex museum and get high? Because I didn’t come to Amsterdam to not be a complete cliche.”

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I sighed and sat the tablet running the stream on Titus’ phone on the coffee table. I wasn’t even sure why I was still listening in – we were supposed to meet up at Fermin’s this weekend to discuss plans of doing a raid on his house and their main lab simultaneously. I guess just hoping to find something else out before then. Or maybe to feel productive. I don’t know.

“Ah, ah, Tito! Mas duro!”

“Baby,” grunts and the squeaking of bedsprings filled my living room, “don’t call me ‘Tito’ when we’re fucking!”

That was enough for tonight; I disconnected the feed and turned on the news. I could hear it through the walls I shared with my neighbors, I might as well watch it, too. Since leaving Yulian behind at the apartment where we were surveilling Tito, I hadn’t spoken or seen him. He tried calling me the day after, but I didn’t answer my phone – largely because I was pissed at myself for not turning him down back there and even more so that I almost felt like apologizing for the conversation that followed.

Which I would not fucking do.

He had been notably absent then. Good, I had thought. I have always craved having a space that was just mine – to have somewhere to be alone – since I was a child. And now that I was…

I grimaced and pulled out some nail polish. I just needed to redirect my energy somewhere else. I had been productive in the past two weeks; I found their main lab after listening in for so long, skimmed enough money from the Landgraab trust fund to pay my bills, and started working on my version of Simder.

But, oh god, I was so bored. So much so that the highlight of my recent days was to go out on walks where I’d hassle discounts from vendors who didn’t know who I was or who I was with – they were the most challenging.

I looked down at my chest; the bite marks he had left on me had faded finally. Though he had left marks in my apartment, a toothbrush, deodorant, cologne, and clothes. I had taken to wearing his hoodie out – it smelt like him too, but that was even beginning to fade. I was okay with that. I meant what I’d said.

I really did…

So why was I hoping he’d call again?

lilysflowershop  asked:

Okay so while I'm trying to think of better requests to send in lol, here's a cheesy one. XD Since you're doing headcanons now (I'm so excited!), how do you think Kisame, Hidan, Itachi and Konan would react to coming home after a mission and hearing their s/o singing in the shower?? Kind of cute right? :D I'm not sure if you have a character limit so if that's too many feel free to take some off!! And thank you darling ~! ❤

Look at me, claiming I will try to write the requests in order XD But this is just so cute and headcanons are so much fun??? Like I had so much fun writing these, feel free to send in headcanon requests guuuys <3

Gosh, this is so cute and cheesy and I love it XDD Also, yaaay, first headcanon request :P I don’t have a character limit, but It would help me if you could send each character in an individual ask because it makes it easier for me to post :3 But that’s not a big issue, I can do it like this, too! <3 I will try to keep these SFW, but there might be some little NSFW hints in this I mean, you requested Hidan around his naked s/o, what do you expect? XD I am also “cursing” a little bit in this, hope you don’t mind?

Hope you enjoy <3

Note: I am never too sure about Konan, she is one of the characters I find harder to write for. But I do love her a lot, even though I might have a bit of my “own” picture of her XD

Kisame coming home from a mission to find his s/o singing in the shower.

  • Kisame tends to be a little grumpy after missions tbh. Like he loves fighting and he’s damn good at it but knowing that there is an s/o at home waiting for him makes him a little impatient. Kisame is an all-or-nothing kinda guy, if he loves, he loves with all his heart, and being separated from his s/o just bothers him
  • So when he comes home, what does he wanna do? Spend time with his bae. He probably heads straight to the shared bedroom after he gave leader-sama his report and tbh I can see him as someone who loves unwinding while being in a hot bath with his s/o wow who would have guessed lol
  • But his s/o isn’t in the room when he gets there? And that immediately worries him? Like he looked forward to seeing them all day and now they’re not here? Evil s/o
  • But of course he hears them after his first shock-second has passed. And it doesn’t matter whether his s/o is beyonce or sings like a dying cat tbh he just feels so happy hearing their voice and he finds it cute?? Especially if they’re singing a silly song like he’s just like “naaaww my s/o is having fun awesome”
  • While at the beginning of a relationship he might feel awkward or a lil self-conscious about being naked in front of his s/o, as the relationship progresses he gets bolder because he just trusts them so much. So when he hears them singing and the shower running he just has that lil happy grin on his face as he creeps closer to the door and is already excited about seeing them
  • But no peeping. Not for Kisame no. He presses his ear to the door to hear them more clearly and then he waits until the song is over, before he claps a lil bit and says some cheesy stuff like “wow, why do you never sing me to sleep?”
  • If the poor unsuspecting s/o is startled and yelps, he’ll probably laugh a little but even though he is a tease he isn’t a meanie. Will probably ask if he can come in, because while his mood has improved by 300%, he is still riled up and misses them and just wants to be close to them. He can’t have a bath but be sure as hell that he’ll demand to shower with you.
  • Will he sing with you? Good question. He’d be embarrassed out of his mind if someone else hears it but if there is really just you and him… yeah, he might jam along with you.

Hidan coming home from a mission to find his s/o singing in the shower.

  • Hidan needs a bath after his missions. No questions asked. He’s bloody and probably dirty and stuff and even if he is so tired he can barely walk his s/o should still force him into a shower after a mission tbh
  • And he knows. Like, he comes home and he just heads straight for the shower ok. Usually you know when he returns because who couldn’t hear him curse and complain about being tired as fuck throughout the entire base? So normally, you stay out of the shower when he comes, let him clean up and once he isn’t all bloody anymore you might as well join him
  • But when his s/o is already in the shower and doesn’t hear i over the water and their own singing? And Hidan comes home and you’re not in the room, but he hears water running and singing?
  • He’ll laugh. He’s so surprised and maybe he’s never heard you singing before and he’s like wut??
  • He’s an asshole. He might make fun of your singing even if you’re a goddamn god/goddess when it comes to singing. Just the fact that you are singing in the shower, such a cliché s/o, he loves it.
  • Hidan probably always tries to peep like he just loves your body okay, it’s his and it’s his favourite and as your boyfriend he has a right to see it, right? Like I said, bit of an asshole, but we love him anyway.
  • He’ll probably try to startle his s/o. Maybe he knows the song and he just creeps over to the door and then starts SCREAMING THE SONG OUT and his s/o probably has a heart attack and Hidan laughs so hard.
  • Will definitely want to shower with you, like he always does. Will constantly ask you about it, and maybe even ask you to sing something for him when he’s in there with you probably some sexy song
  • If you’re not embarrassed, he’ll drop the topic after a while.If you are though, then he’ll make comments about it for a while - alll in good faith, though, he’s an ass but he doesn’t wanna deal with a mad s/o, he wants love not fighting when it comes to them. Might have a hard time finding out when to stop but he’ll get the hint eventually
  • But truth be told he probably sings in the shower too he is just better at hiding it but after he caught you? you’ll find him singing in the shower a lot more frequently now XD

Itachi coming home from a mission to find his s/o singing in the shower.

  • Bless his heart. He just wants to cuddle with his s/o, sit in silence and maybe read a book ok. He really, really needs his s/o after a mission, especially if it was a gruesome one, and he just needs to know they’re there for him, that they’re safe and happy. He loves so much tbh like if you have Itachis love omg you’ll never lose it.
  • It does surprise him when he can’t find them right away, but Itachi is a clever guy and he can probably sense your chakra from a mile away, he’s that focused on you. So he finds you quickly, and when he hears the shower running and then your voice, your singing….
  • Tbh I think he probably knows it right away if you have a habit for that. Like everything you do he knows it because he pays so much attention to you and he does his best to never forget a thing about you. So he probably knows but he won’t tease you for it
  • His heart beats so fast man. For him, it also doesn’t matter what his s/o sounds like. He just loves it when he hears their happy voice, especially, like Kisame, if they’re singing a silly song or if they’re really getting into that dramatic solo part
  • He won’t interrupt you. He’ll want to see you and like he needs a shower too even Uchihas do sweat and he likes showering with you. Standing under the warm water with you, hugging and just enjoying each other… he’d love it.
  • Might known on the door once you’ve finished the song. All polite like “love, I am back, would you mind if I come in?”
  • “That sounded really nice, you know? I love hearing you sing.”
  • Such a charmer
  • I think if you’d shower with him, hold him close and sing a slow, sweet song for him he might just melt. He loves the affection, and even though he normally treats his s/o like the prince/princess they are, he just needs some gentle loving after a mission. Do it, s/o he’ll fall 400% more in love with you.
  • Sing him to sleep, too, btw.

Konan coming home from a mission to find his s/o singing in the shower.

  • First things first: Konan sings like an angel. Her voice is so beautiful okay but she won’t sing in front of anyone.
  • Unleeeeeeeess of course she comes home and hears her cute s/o in the shower, singing along to their favourite songs. Konan might like having some alone time after a heavy mission but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t check up on you, doesn’t want to see her s/o. She just wants to calm down completely because you should only see the best sides of her.
  • So when she comes in to check in on you, and hears you singing she might just blush a little bless her heart. Especially if you’re a decent singer? Like, Konan really adores every part of you, and when she hears your voice forming those catchy melodies… she likes that, a lot XD
  • Actually, she might just move closer to the door and start singing along if she can. really quietly at first, you won’t even hear it. She’ll let you shower in peace, though, she knows its something private and she gives you the freedom you need. Your only chance to  catch her sining along is if you’re basically already done in the shower and move to  the door a little.
  • She’ll  be embarrassed if you find out, but you’re her s/o, okay, you get to know everything about her, that’s okay.
  • WIll completely ignore that she was singing herself and will only compliment you. She isn’t someone who exaggerates, so you know she’s being honest when she says things like “it is so soothing to hear you sing, you should do it more often.”
  • Tell her you like her singing too, and she’ll blush, so cute
  • She’ll bascially be really happy to hear it. Discovering things about you is her biggest hobby, really, and she is always up for learning more about you.
  • Won’t tease you about it in front of other people. She likes having secrets with you, she doesn’t want anyone else to know you like she does. But she will give you a tiny little grin sometimes when you bring up that you need a shower.
  • Just imagine hiding away somewhere to sing with Konan. like, just imagine it. She is imagining it, you can be damn sure about that.
Character Analysis: Edgar Redmond’s moral compass

One of the most powerfull scenes for me in the Weston arc is when Maurice Cole finally gets a call-out. There are more strong scenes, of course, but big deal here is Edgar’s reaction. And that Edgar was hurt for more things that Maurice’s actions. I’ll elaborate. 

This is a very powerfull moment. He seems calm, but his posture is too perfect, his back is not rested on the backrest, I bet his voice is neutral, it just… has a seriousness so unlike him. He’s anything but calm. There is also resignation on him, and this hurts my heart.  

“I’m ashamed of my inability to judge people”. Pretty normal thing to say when someone betrayed you, isn’t? But the phrase before that, “Even you betrayed me…” leaves something on the air. He’s not surprised, because people has betrayed him before. Who could have betrayed him before? It wasn’t any of his closest friends aka the other prefects, and he’s a young man, betrayal seems like a strong word. He has lived this before and the question is how and who betrayed him.

A lot of things happen after it. Ciel becoming a fag, the cricket tournament. You may even forget the question or maybe not even take it into account in the first place (I know I didn’t). But then we have more context to what Edgar is saying. 

It’s clear why he didn’t go with the rest to see what was Maurice doing. I mean, yes, maybe Ciel told him to stay, but truth be told he probably was terrified to find himself again facing that (and no wonder why he is ashamed). 

Derrick was Edgar’s fag. Edgar has been fooled not once but twice, and in the same way. People who use other people to gain his trust.(And Ciel did it too, btw, just… in a different way). This is what trully bothers him, that they lied to him, and that he couldn’t see beyond their praises. 

He’s of course upset because they are shaming what Weston means, but it’s because he likes what Weston means and believes in this (and being honest is part of weston). Not because Weston’s set of value was something he thought it had to be done word by word because that’s what they teached him, but because weston fits with him and he thought everything was “meant to be”. 

And I think it comes down that Edgar is not really a rule freak. Not really. 

Everyone was calling on a Y. He’s the guy who gave this dude that had alcohol 4Y and Soma, who broke the house with an elephant, 5Y (talk about influence). He follows the rules lightly, at his own accord. He forgave Ciel because he was small and pretty and it was an honest mistake. 

I think Edgar’s morality is heavily based on his own perceptions of the world. What I mean is that Edgar would not have left himself be swallow by Weston’s ideals if he didn’t believe them fit for himself in the first place. He has this sense of detachment, he acts at his own free will, which is why he was so quickly into act like he did and hide everything as quick as he could. To put it more simply: he decided to be a puppet, and he would act like this in any contexts, in any set of values (cofcofbluesectcof). He’s a good prefect, he worked hard to achieve that, and he follows the rules, but he follows the rules not because he has to but because he trully believes in them and wants to honour them. He calls Lawrence by his name because the rule that says is forbidden is stupid and he likes to tease his childhood friend.

He and Gregory actually share this phylosophy. Greenhill was about to take himself to give himself up, if it weren’t for Gregory and Edgar’s mental resistence and disdain for silly moralities that don’t fit their own morality (as warped as it was on weston’s). Lawrence agreed to the plan when Gregory and Edgar took the charge of the situation, but he was as clueless as you can be before that.

 And I’m not saying Lawrence is a weak who followed his friends in everything and that he’s actual innocent. He’s not, he helped to hold Agares and was as involved as anyone. He was proud too to help. But Violet and Edgar were the ones controlling the situation after everything happened, taking charge of the mood, because they were the ones that announced it. “We’re in this together” .

Edgar really shows how far he will go for the things he believes and for the things he trust in. He really only cares about what he thinks fit, be it weston’s rules or blue cult’s morality. And what he apreciates the more in people is honesty and loyalty. Which is why the scene with Maurice cause a big impact in me now that I see Edgar like this. Damn Maurice. 

P.S: this is part of the reasons why I don’t believe they were actually brain-washed for the Blue Cult. I think they’re acting at their own will. This is why Gregory can dare to act melancholic, and all of them were tully happy to keep practicing even after Bravat told them to rest. Minus Gregory, maybe, they genuinily think this is good for them, they genuinily believe what the Blue Cult is preaching and they’re working hard because of this. Which only makes it more tragical at my sight. 

I do think Blue Cult is hiding information of them, of course. 

(You can disagree with the content of this post all you want, since is just an interpretation of his character). 

Kinktober #12: Master/Slave

aka: the fluffiest master/slave AU ever. 

Hinata has a good feeling about today.

He’s trained for many long, hard years. He’s learned how to sit and stand with the best posture, how to eat in a way that looks like he’s not chewing, smile with his mouth closed and cover it when he laughs. He knows how to dance and how to read (mostly), he knows that perfume is the most alluring on the nape of the neck and backs of the knees, he knows flattery gets you nowhere, but a well-placed compliment will open doors.

He is ready.

He stands in a lineup with a group of other men and women, all of them different heights, weights, hair colors. A good variety. Most of them, Hinata is familiar with, and they are familiar with him. Most of them never thought he’d make it this far, deeming him a simple goat herder’s son.

Hinata has never been sure of why this is a bad thing. Goats can climb and eat anything, two skills he has always felt are very important in life.

The buyer that day is a wealthy merchant. Maybe not quite as illustrious as a prince or a king, but those opportunities come rarely, and this is still a good prospect. The man, it appears, is looking for a “companion” for his son. The exact role doesn’t matter—companion, concubine, sex slave, they’re all the same thing. Whatever they’re called, they’ll be fed and housed and their debts paid off. There isn’t much more desirable in life than that.

Or so Hinata thinks.

The buyer doesn’t come himself; instead he sends his son, which is appropriate. They bring the man into the viewing room, and everyone perks up because not only is this man rich, but he’s also very, very attractive. The slaves all posture like a bunch of peacocks, but barely has Hinata struck a sultry pose when the merchant’s son points and says,

“That one.”

He is pointing at Hinata. Hinata’s eyes widen.

“Me?” he squeaks, and immediately wants to kick himself. How unattractive.

But when the traders ask the man again, just to make sure, he nods and says brusquely, “Third on the left,” before turning on his heels and marching out.

Third on the left is Hinata. Just like that, he is sold.

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anonymous asked:

i'm really sorry idk why i'm sending this but i'm really sad about robb tonight? and idk if u have any favourite HAPPY facts or headcanons about him that u wouldn't mind sharing maybe? bc i feel like all the content for him on here is red wedding related and that's bumming me out lmao!! if not that's ok :))


You never have to apologize for sending me an ask, and especially not a Robb-related one. I love and miss him so much, too. And you’re right, most of the content is always sad and/or Red Wedding-related. And there is more to Robb than just the way he… died. So yes, absolutely :)) 

I’m gonna separate modern AU and canon universe headcanons, because I have some for both!


  • while in Winterfell, Robb always played games with his younger siblings, mostly to entertain them, but also because he loved spending time with them and feeling a bit less like the future Lord and more like just Robb 
  • he is the sibling to always break up fights and make sure that everyone is okay - not only because he’s the eldest, but also because he’s pretty level-headed and good in a crisis (in this case, crisis means food in Sansa’s hair)
  • Robb’s actual name is Robert, but no one ever uses it for him because a) he’s nothing like King Robert b) it’s too formal and he is just a lot more like a “Robb” than a Robert 
  • he loves to go riding in the woods, and while he loves doing so with his siblings and Theon, he sometimes likes to go all on his own, just to enjoy the quiet
  • he is completely unaware of the fact that some of the young women (and Jeyne Poole) working at Winterfell have a bit of a crush on him, like he has no idea
  • he always manages to cheer his siblings up. he cheers Jon up when he’s called a bastard, he listens to Sansa sob about the sad romance tale she just read, he encourages Arya to do the things she likes instead of the things Septa Mordane insists upon her doing, he encourages Bran with his dreams of being a knight, he carries Rickon around Winterfell, entertaining the little one when he’s bored - and he even listens in when Theon (on very rare occasions) talks about the Iron Islands in a more of a longing kind of way instead of the usual boasting
  • he likes going hawking with Ned, because it’s one of the few occasions on which he actually gets to spend alone time with his father, and they always talk for hours about this and that
  • his favorite thing about being King in the North is not the glory, or the fame, or anything else like that. he loves that he can feel like he’s a part of something, like the men around him trust him and respect him. Robb’s always been very big on loyalty and trust, and he feels that among his troops
  • while at the beginning of his march to save Ned, he tried to keep his (gorgeous) curls at bay somehow, after Ned’s death he just gave up on that and let that beautiful hair do what it will
  • even though he knows that great swords like Ice are very valuable and important to a family name, he never craved Ice for himself, because he recognizes that the weapon isn’t any better than the man wielding it 
  • while Robb has his social side, he also has the quiet side to him, and because of that, sometimes all he wants is to get away from the noise and messiness of being around his men, and to just sit by himself for hours 
  • he likes going into the Godswood, not only because he believes in the Old Gods, but also because it’s something he learned from Ned, and after his passing, it’s something that makes him feel closer to his father
  • ever since he found out he was going to be a father, he fantasized about how it would be: how he could teach the child to walk, to ride horses, to be a good man - or a good woman, he really wouldn’t mind either one 
  • and to end this list of headcanons, he never went to the Twins that night and lived happily ever after, just as he deserved.


  • Robb never got the fuss about taking selfies - he enjoys taking pics of other people, scenery, food, Grey Wind etc a lot more
  • some say he got into the best college because of his parents’ connections, but it’s just because he’s a smarticle who worked harder than anyone else
  • he doesn’t mind drinking, he does it with Jon and Theon every now and then, but even when he gets smashed, he sort of maintains this politeness and never does anything he might later regret (if you don’t count accidentally stumbling into the Stark house at night and knocking over one of Cat’s vases)
  • he often goes jogging in the woods behind the Stark mansion with Grey Wind
  • he loves snow, and often convinces Jon to build a snowman with him whenever there’s enough snow for it - and he likes snowball fights even more
  • when he got his first apartment, he was so excited about getting his own set of keys that Arya decides to play a trick on him and hid the keys for two days 
  • even though continuing the family business (in my headcanon, it’s a lawfirm) had always been something that was sort of expected of Robb, he actually, genuinely wants to be a lawyer and to build the Stark company even further
  • he reads a lot, he’s read most classics, but he also really likes scifi and fantasy books
  • he has an insanely contagious laugh, you can’t help but to be in a good mood when you see him happy
  • Robb really likes men’s fashion and is always well-dressed and dapper
  • he is always nervous on a first date, but luckily for him, always comes off as very adorable while being so
  • he’s a lot more shy than you’d assume 
  • he’s not the best at cooking/baking but he’s determined to get better, and often cooks with his parents and/or Sansa and Bran
  • when he, Jon and Theon go to a party, he (or Jon) is usually the designated driver
  • his apartment is usually clean, that is, until Grey Wind decides it’s a little too clean and runs around a bit, knocking down this and that
  • he always accidentally spoils his favorite shows for himself by innocently googling stuff
  • he takes a lot of notes during lectures, and his hands are always messy with the ink afterwards
  • he is just happy, okay, just as he deserves!!

wow, okay, that’s enough for now! :D thank you SO MUCH for asking, coming up with these made my day <33

anonymous asked:

(au) Ian as the ROTC leader of the school and Mickey being a pissed off parent so he goes down to the school to have a "talk" (threaten) him. He could be single, married, whatever you choose. Do with this what you will.

// ok so just for background: Mickey slept with Svetlana as a drunken dare, years ago, and she got pregnant. (She’s still a prostitute). He’s still gay but he hasn’t really ever acted on it (some casual sex maybe) and he’s closeted, but not as severely as he was on the show. He and Svetlana aren’t together, nor have they ever been. They raise Yev together but they don’t live together. And they don’t hate each other! Mickey and Ian have never met before //

// this is a total oneshot with no relation to any plotline or story I’ve written before //

Mickey was reading the paper in the kitchen when he heard the front door open. Yev always came by after his ROTC sessions on Thursday afternoons to see him. His son was usually in a good mood, but today he entered the room looking pretty downcast.

‘What’s up kid?’

Yev shrugged, opening the fridge and grabbing some juice. ‘Session was shitty,’ he said dully.

Mickey immediately got on his defence. ‘What happened? Somebody say something to you? Somebody hurt you?’

Yev came to sit opposite his father. ‘Just…these guys. It’s like they always have it out for me. I don’t expect them to be really nice or anything, I mean, it’s ROTC. But this is…something else.’

'What do they do?’

Yev’s eyes flickered to the table.

'They say stuff. About Mom.’

Mickey frowned. ‘What the fuck do they say about her?’

'They call her a - a whore. A slut,’ he said sadly. 'And they said I was an accident. They said I was a - an actual son of a bitch.’

Mickey sighed. ‘You know they’re just stupid idiots, right? Bored with their own dumb lives so they have to pick apart yours? We both know your Mom’s not a bitch.’

'That’s what I said. I said, don’t call my Mom a bitch. And then,’ he looked at Mickey, 'they said they didn’t mean my Mom when they said that. They - they meant my Dad,’ he said quietly.

Mickey didn’t say anything. He froze.

'Dad, I know you’re gay,’ Yev said gently.

He still didn’t say anything. ‘I, uh, I gotta go out,’ he said, voice tight and monotonous. He stood up to leave, to run away from this. Just like he did when he was seventeen. But Yev tugged on his arm and made him sit down again.

'No, we have to talk about this. Please,’ Yev begged. Mickey finally made himself meet his son’s eyes. They were full of worry and care. So Mickey sat down again.

'How did you know? Your Mom say something?’

Yev shook his head. ‘I’m sixteen, Dad, I’m not stupid. I see when guys come here, and I know they’re not ‘checking the pipes’ like you used to tell me. I see random shit lying around the house that doesn’t belong to us, and I know a guy left it here. I understand the innuendo-laced jokes that Mom and Mandy throw at you. And last year I - I accidentally found your DVDs,’ he said, embarrassed.


'The porn, Dad. All guy-on-guy. I watched a bit of one, I was curious. Didn’t really do much for me, but if it does it for you, that’s fine, Dad. It’s cool. I don’t care as long as you’re alright. And you’re happy. I’m still your son and I still love you,’ Yev told him.

'Kinda feel like it’s the parent who’s supposed to say that stuff when their kid comes out to them. Not the other way around,’ Mickey said. But he pulled Yev into a firm hug. 'Thanks.’

'So anyway. I couldn’t stand to hear them talk about you and Mom like that. They called you…all sorts. But then they just kept chanting the same stuff over and over. Same word. Faggot’ He mumbled, hating the word.

'Well it’s not like I’ve not heard it before.’

'Well I hadn’t. Not in that context,’ Yev said glumly. 'It was on the walk home. They live a few streets over so it’s mostly the same route. They just kept shouting it, about you. And I hated it, I hated hearing them talk about you like that. It’s not even bad, it’s not one of your faults…why do they call you out on that instead of for something real?’

'People can be really fucking awful, Yev,’ Mickey told him. 'Believe me.’

'And it was that, along with everything about Mom. I started crying. I couldn’t help it.’

'I told you to never let people see you cry. They use it against you.’

'Yeah, they did. They kicked me.’

'They fucking hurt you?’

'Yeah because I - I tried to stand up to them.’

'Well that was never gonna work. One of you and how many of them?’


'Exactly. What’d you do, try and hit them?’

'No. I wouldn’t do that. I - I told them that my dad liking what he likes don’t make him a bitch,’ Yev explained.

Mickey felt his heart glowing with pride and almost felt tearful. He couldn’t think of what to say. He just clasped his son’s hand and laughed. ‘You really are my fucking son, aren’t you.’

Yev smiled. They were quiet for a moment. Then Mickey stood up. ‘Ok. I’m going to get Indian for dinner.’ Yev grinned. ‘Yeah yeah, I know it’s your favourite. You deserve it, kid,’ Mickey said, leaning to kiss him.

'Get samosas too?’ Yev asked.

'Sure. Back in a bit. Hey, do your homework, yeah? I don’t want your Mom saying I’m too easy going.’

Yev laughed. ‘Like anyone could ever think that.’

Mickey smiled and left.


He did go to the Indian restaurant and place an order, but they told him it wouldn’t be ready for nearly an hour. So he sat in the waiting area for a couple of minutes, flicking absently through a magazine. Then he knew he had to do something about those fucking neighbourhood assholes. So he pocketed his order number and was out the door, charging back the way he’d come.

He wasn’t intending on going after the kids directly. Sure when he was younger, he’d have gone straight to their place and bashed them a little to show them who was boss. But now he was an adult and he wouldn’t get away with it. And he didn’t want to set that kind of example to Yev. He didn’t want his son to grow up thinking that violence was always the solution like he himself had done for a long time. Too long.

So instead he headed for the ROTC centre, hoping that someone would be there he could talk to.

It was pretty empty. Most of the staff had left. The receptionist was still there though. ‘Can I help you?’

'Yeah, I need to speak to whoever runs the 16-18 group. My son’s in it. Yevgeny Milkovich.’

'Let’s see…you need Ian Gallagher. I don’t think he’s gone home yet. Try the office down the hall and to the left. His name’s on the door.’

'Thank you,’ Mickey nodded at her and made his way to this Ian Gallagher’s office and knocked on the door.

'It’s open,’ came his voice. So Mickey stepped inside. 'Can I help you?’ Mickey was initially taken aback by how young he was. He thought the young army guys were all fighting in some war somewhere, and the old ones were left here to run youth programmes like this. And not only was Ian Gallagher young, but he was fucking gorgeous. 'Sir?’ Mickey realised he’d just been staring at the man in silence for maybe a little too long.

'Yes. My son is a member. Yevgeny.’

Ian smiled. ‘Yes, Milkovich. He’s fantastic. Dedicated, loyal, talented. He could have a real future here. One of the best we’ve got.’

'That’s great, but he got home an hour ago and turns out he’s having a rough time.’

Ian raised his eyebrows. ‘Well I’m sorry to hear that. Something I did?’

Mickey shook his head. ‘No, it’s nothing to do with you. He thinks you’re great, actually. Really respects you. No, this is some other kids in the group. Messing with him. Giving him shit he doesn’t deserve.’

Ian couldn’t help but smirk at his cursing. ‘And what, ah, shit would that be?’

'They’re saying things to him. Mean things.’ He paused. 'Look, his Mom used to be a prostitute. I don’t know how they found that out, but either way, they’re insulting her, and him. Calling her names. And obviously he’s upset. It’s his Mom.’

Ian nodded. ‘I’m sorry. Clearly they’re doing it out of earshot but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel responsible for it happening. You and your wife must be very annoyed.’

Mickey hesitated. Normally he’d just go with it or lie by omission. But not this time. Not to this guy. ‘Actually I’m gay. We’re on good terms but she’s nothing more than a friend. Although yeah, she’s gonna be pissed when she hears.’

Ian nodded, taking it in stride, but Mickey didn’t miss the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards ever so slightly.

Mickey continued, ‘and the kids know too, and when they stopped using Yev’s mother to torture him, they moved on to me. Look, I can handle it when it’s said to my face, but when they’re saying it to my son? That’s not ok. At all.’

'I understand. Truly. I’m going to do something about this. You’re right. No-one should have to deal with shit like that,’ Ian smiled at Mickey as he swore.

'Yeah. Well. Forgive me for not having a great deal of faith. From experience, I guess you’re just gonna give them a slap on the wrist, if that,’ he said, getting up to leave. Ian swiftly walked around the desk, blocking Mickey’s exit.

'I’m absolutely not going to be apathetic about this. I take sexism and homophobia very seriously,’ Ian told him, gradually closing space between himself and Mickey.

'And how do I know you’re not just saying that?’ Mickey asked, also drawing closer to Ian.

Ian paused, and then grinned as he leaned in to kiss Mickey, hard. They kissed roughly for a moment, before Mickey broke away. ‘Seriously?’ Ian nodded, and Mickey laughed, taking off his shirt.

Ian quickly undressed too, reaching around Mickey to lock the door. He kissed him again, moaning. ‘Shit, I can’t get enough of your lips,’ he murmured between kisses.

'You ain’t seen nothing yet,’ Mickey said, as he dropped to his knees and practically ripped Ian’s boxers off. 'Fuck,’ he whispered, before taking him in his mouth. Ian’s hand rested on the back of his head and they settled into a rhythm. But before Mickey could finish him, Ian pulled away. Mickey looked up at him questioningly, but Ian shook his head.

'I want to fuck you,’ he said breathlessly, pulling Mickey up and pinning him against the desk in one motion. He leaned back, reaching for his wallet and retrieving a condom. Mickey barely had time to focus before Ian was inside him. He didn’t ease in or prep him, nothing. Just right in all at once. He knew what he wanted and Mickey liked that. A lot.

'Shit, Gallagher,’ he groaned, feeling Ian hit all the right notes. This guy, this damn guy…Mickey knew it was the best sex he’d had in a long while. Maybe the best sex ever. Ian had an arm wrapped around his waist, and Mickey grabbed his hand, mashing their fingers together as Ian stifled a yell by biting his shoulder.

When he came, it was fucking glorious.

Their movements slowed, as Ian kissed Mickey’s neck, then jawline. It was softer now, gentler. He slid out so that Mickey could turn and kiss him properly. ‘That was…pretty amazing,’ Mickey whispered. Ian smiled. ‘You do this with every pissed off Dad who comes in here?

'Of course not,’ Ian said. 'Only the gay ones,’ he added with a grin. Mickey laughed. 'Which is, so far, just you.’

'I’m glad about that.’ Ian cocked his head curiously.

'Why are you glad?’

Mickey shrugged. ‘Just am.’

They slowly began putting their clothes back on. ‘Hey, Ian. You think maybe…maybe I could see you again?’

'I’ll see you in your dreams,’ Ian replied, grinning. Mickey looked blank. 'You never watched Queer as Folk? What kind of homosexual are you?’

'The kind that fucks guys.’ Ian laughed.

'Look, do you want to get a drink sometime or not?’ Mickey asked.

'I thought that usually happened before intercourse,’ he said.

Mickey laughed. ‘Who the fuck calls it intercourse?’ Ian smiled.

'A drink sounds good. Here’s my number,’ he said, grabbing a scrap of paper and scribbling down his digits. 'Call me?’

Mickey took the paper. ‘Yeah. Definitely.’ He opened the door and glanced back at Ian, who kissed him lightly. ‘Later.’


Mickey walked into his house and dumped the bags of food on the table. ‘Sorry it took so long. They had a lot of orders.’

’S'fine. Mandy’s here,’ Yev said.

'Hey big brother,’ his sister waved from where she was perched on the kitchen counter.

'What are you doing here?’

'Nice to see you too. Jesus. I was returning your toolbox.’

'Oh, yeah. Thanks.’ Mickey said, going to hug her and greet her properly.

'So Yev tells me the cat’s out of the bag. The cat being you.’

'Turns out he already knew. But…yeah.’

'It was still great that you admitted it to him. And talked about it. I know…I know you could never do that with any of our family.’

'Did you never tell them?’ Yev asked.

'Oh, I told them alright. It was your christening. I fucking yelled it across the Alibi.’

'So…your whole family was there?’

Mickey nodded. ‘Whole family and then some. Aside from Mandy. She was at work.’

'Don’t fucking remind me,’ she said. 'I’ve always regretted taking that extra shift.’

'What happened?’ Yev asked.

Mandy looked at Mickey sadly.

Mickey looked at his son for a second before answering. ‘My Dad beat the shit out of me. He just started screaming and charging at me. Like a fucking bull. He pinned me down on the floor and hit me, and he kept hitting me. He was so much bigger than me. I couldn’t move. And there was nobody there to get him off of me. Eventually he knocked me unconscious.’

'And then I get a call from the police. They’d taken Dad away and Mickey was I’m the hospital. I get there as fast as I can. He’s in a coma. Broken arm, fractured collarbone. Nose totally smashed. Face covered in bruises and blood. I just sat there, crying over him, wondering why Dad would do this to him. Eventually I realised. I know what made Dad fly off the handle. And I’d had my suspicions about Mickey but never dwelled on them. But then it all made sense.’

'When I woke up, the police came to talk to me. They told me what had happened. He’d kept beating me even after I blacked out. And he wasn’t sorry.’ Mickey looked up at his son. Yev was pale and his eyes were heavy with tears. Mickey was about to go hug him, when Yev stood up and came over to him and stood beside him.

He wrapped his arms around his father, crying into his shoulder. ‘I can’t believe that happened to you,’ Yev sobbed. Mickey held on to him, trying not to cry himself, trying to be strong for his son. He hadn’t seen Yev cry for years. ‘Dad that’s…horrific. I know why you always changed the subject when I asked about your family. I can’t - Dad - you could’ve died,’ he choked.

'Yeah but I didn’t. I didn’t. And I’m so fucking glad he didn’t kill me because I got to raise you. You’re the most important thing. You’re the only important thing I’ve ever had in my life. Everything else before you were born was just buildup. I know I’m not father of the year or whatever but I try my best. Because - I know what it’s like when your dad doesn’t give a shit. I know what it’s like when your dad makes your life a living hell. That’s why I hate it when you’re annoyed or upset with me, even over something small or stupid, because I hate the idea that I’ve made you feel even remotely how my dad made me feel. And ever since I can remember, I’ve just been so fucking scared, Yev, that I’m going to become my father,’ Mickey said quietly.

His son pulled back and looked at him. ‘Dad, no. You’re the best Dad. Ok? It doesn’t matter that you’re not rich, that you never finished school, that you’re not some cookie-cutter doctor or lawyer father with a wife and white picket fence. You’re the best Dad because you’re always here for me, no matter what. I can tell you anything. You help me with schoolwork, you come to my parent teacher conferences. Even though you and Mom aren’t together, you make sure that this is never a broken home. But most of all, Dad, you have never hurt me, and I never question the fact that you love me. And I - I love you too.’

'Shit,’ Mickey muttered, wiping away his tears. 'Come here,’ he said, hugging him tightly. Yev was almost taller than he was. 'I’m sorry I never told you. I was worried it would fuck you up. And then as you got older I was worried you wouldn’t respect me or you’d hate me.’

'I understand why you couldn’t tell me. It’s ok. It’s not about me. This is who you are.’

They all stood in silence for a minute or so. Then Mandy offered to reheat the food, and they all ate together, laughing and joking like usual.

Afterwards, as Mickey was clearing the table, Yev suddenly spoke. ‘Where is your Dad?’

Mickey paused, and looked at Mandy. After a moment, he spoke. ‘He’s in prison. He got twenty years.’

Yev frowned. ‘So he’s getting out in four years? If it happened when I was a baby?’

'He got five more years because of bad behaviour, a few years back. But then that got reduced to two and a half. So he gets out in about six years. Provided it doesn’t change again,’ Mandy explained.

'Are you scared?’

'Yes.’ Micky’s single word hung densely in the air.

'Will they give him a restraining order or something?’

'Probably. But knowing him, that won’t work.’ There was a pause. Mickey saw the angry, determined look on his son’s face. 'Hey, do not go looking for him. Under any circumstances. Ok?’

'I won’t,’ Yev agreed. But that was one promise he probably wouldn’t keep.


A little over a week later, Yev rolled out of bed. Saturday morning was when he went running, and he immediately pulled on some clothes. He’d shower when he got back, but he needed to pee. He walked down the hall towards the bathroom, but saw it was locked. He could hear his Dad peeing, so he leaned against the wall and waited. After a moment, he heard the toilet flush and then the door opened. His mouth dropped open. He was face to face with his ROTC instructor. His shirtless ROTC instructor.

'Morning, Milkovich,’ Ian said simply, grinning at him cheerfully.

Yev just watched him walk back towards his Dad’s room, still in disbelief. His instructor was gay? And he was dating his Dad? His head was spinning.

But then he smiled. He realised that his Dad wasn’t hiding this stuff from him anymore. And that was fucking great.

// the end. Hope this was ok. It ended up being longer and deeper than I originally intended. (plus you’ll notice I planted the seeds for a potential follow up…let me know if you want me to write that! Otherwise PLEASE keep prompting me!! //

legerebrise  asked:

Hiii! Comment ça va!? I'm out of fic to read. I want something nice, without too much angst (that's weird for me!), and funny. So, could you possibly, Ô Great Queen of Fic Recs, Leader of the FTFT (French Team From Tumblr), read my mind and Rec me something I haven't read yet and that somehow fit perfectly my mood? (I usually only read Larry but I would probably read another pairing... Desperate time call for desperate measure.) xxx

(aaaaahhhhhhhhh I was done with a long fic rec for you and I hit publish AND *NOTHING* and now I have to start all over again)(anyway)

Heyyy ! So okay, I’m blushing. And I feel a very big pressure right now so THANKS FOR THAT. (but really, thank you, tu es trop gentille avec moi :* )

So here’s some funny fics with not too much angst, from my “for sad days bookmarks^^)

- Bloodline: Louis doesn’t know how to feel when his best friend, Liam, finds out about a brother that he never knew, who was placed for adoption before he was born and is bursting into his life at twenty-four years old. Louis is very wary of the man who might replace him. He has always thought of Liam as his own brother. What if Liam doesn’t need him anymore? What if there’s no room for Louis? After all, blood runs thicker than water. Louis doesn’t like Liam’s new brother and he doesn’t even know him. That’s irrelevant, though. He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t trust him. He doesn’t want him hanging around. He doesn’t want anything to do with him.That is, until he meets him. (177k)

- Silence and Sound (We Figured It Out)  : Harry and Louis reconnect. In a bed.(2k)

- One day to believe in you : A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.  Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. “You think about me when you get off?”  “Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.  “Often?”  “Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?”  (7k)

- Are You Missing Underwear? :  Are You Missing Underwear?   Just to keep things brief, my cat has stolen a large amount of socks and underwear from a neighbor.   I am very sorry.   I live on Cherry Street.     If these are your clothes, please call 112-358-1321   I promise I will give them back, I wasn’t the one who wanted them, it was my asshole cat. Or, Harry’s cat frequently steals Louis’ underwear.  (4k)

- Tell Me What You Want: Harry is looking for a new roommate after Liam moves in with his girlfriend. After a few bad dates he’s done with men for the moment and wants to concentrate on school. That’s why he’s looking for a female or a straight male roomie. When Niall tells Louis about the free room he leaves that little detail out. Louis, desperately looking for a room, pretends to be straight, thinking it would be easy, until he discovers that Harry likes to be naked at home. His best female friend posing as his girlfriend doesn’t work very well either.“ (10k)

- If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I’d Lie) : So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…Their families don’t know they’re married.*Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they’re just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don’t know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles’s who definitely don’t believe them. (26k)

- if i had the chance, the things i would do to you : Niall sighs. He leans forward, pushing his mug of tea carefully to the side, before bracing his elbows on the table, chin in his hands. It makes him look like some sort of bottle-blonde cherub. “You have quite the fanbase, Harry. I’m not denying that. And you’ve done a good job of popping out every once in a while in the past two years, just to make sure you’re still talked about. But that’s all you’ve done, and I’m not satisfied. I want more.” He blinks at Harry. “Don’t you want more?”(Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle) (14k)

- Learning to Eat: Celebrity chef Louis Tomlinson has a problem. He’s opening his first restaurant in 9 weeks, and he has yet to hire a pastry chef- apparently people think he’s ‘standoffish’ and ‘rude’ and ‘quick to temper’. Whatever. He ends up saddled with an annoying, happy-go lucky rookie who also happens to be obnoxiously good looking. His tv presenter and pop star best friends only add to the drama, and for fucks sake would everyone please stop quoting Julia Child?!Kitchen AU where Harry helps Louis re-learn how to eat.  (METAPHORICALLY) (28k)

- War Games : If Nick had wanted a normal relationship, he probably shouldn’t have given his entire heart to professional competitive asshole Louis Tomlinson. (Tomlinshaw, 10k)

- Fake Tears and Garlic Bread :  “His date is a twat,” Harry announced, interrupting Niall and Nick, “if I had someone that pretty wanting to have dinner with me, I’d probably arrive an hour early and take him somewhere much nicer.”   “Aww Hazza, what a sappy romantic you are,” Nick cooed, “Maybe you should go and tell him that, might cheer him up.”  
 “You think?” Harry perked up, “Maybe I should offer to be his date instead?” Or, Louis is fed up of having to pay for his food and decides to pretend he has been stood up by his “date” in order to blag himself a free meal, Harry is the clueless romantic dragged into the equation, Zayn and Liam think Louis is an idiot, and Niall just really loves garlic bread.(7.5k)

- Between Me and You : Louis wants to see more of him on Harry’s Instagram account. He comes up with a plan. (1.5k)

- Always Expanding : Gemma brings Louis home for Thanksgiving, and Hot Harry is the last thing he expected. (35k)

- We may fall (but we get up again) : a 27 Dresses AU where Liam is everyone’s favorite best man and he just might be madly in love with his boss … and maybe with an arrogant writer who hates weddings as much as Liam loves them, too.  (Ziam, 58k)

- leave before the lights come on : Louis’ never had a one night stand in his entire twenty-one years of existence. Not once. That is…until now. And OF COURSE this is how it happened.  (15k)

I don’t know at all what you have already read so tell me if you want more?

(et je fais cette fic rec en buvant du champagne, Probablement pas une bonne idée.)

softfirstlove  asked:

hi i'm not sure you are still taking prompt request so if you don't that's okay but if you do and you don't mind writing a michael one with “I shouldn’t want the elevator to stall, but at least it would keep you here.” / “My parents asked about you.” / “I was lying… I knew you’d be at this party, that’s why I came.” (or just one of them or two idc) that would be really nice of you cause i really love your writing :))

breakup!5sos blurb night with @hemmocrat & i // insp. // [part 2]

Twinkling fairy lights gently lit the penthouse suite as the party stirred, the bustle of guests fluttering around you as they congratulated the newly engaged couple one by one making you grin from ear to ear. It was nearing nine thirty and you had work the next morning but you couldn’t deny that attending one of your best friend’s engagement parties raised your lately more-often-than-not-somber mood, the bright grins of everyone surrounding you making it nearly impossible to not feel happy. Of course, you were aware of the fact that your ex was in attendance as well considering your friend was set to be married to Michael’s bandmate, Ashton, but you attempted to cast that thought far into the deep corners of your mind; pretending you hadn’t spotted his dyed blonde head of hair multiple times as a consequence of your eyes unconsciously searching for him the entire night. You tried to ignore the radiant smile pasted across his lips as the guitarist mingled about the slew of guests, struggling to ignore the gnawing feeling in your stomach each time you saw Michael engaging in conversation with other girls. He has every right to flirt with whoever he wants to, you reasoned with yourself, We’ve been broken up for months now, get over it.

However, your pursuit to will yourself to think rationally flew out the door the second your eyes met his twinkling green ones during Calum’s speech congratulating the newly engaged couple: Michael’s eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he recognized your sullen face. Immediately after the brunette finished his toast, you were throwing back your glass of champagne and gathering your coat and purse from the entrance of the suite. You figured your friend was too far gone now, drunk on love and her new commitment to the one she loved, to be angry about your sudden departure.

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Preference #193 'I think I'm in love with you'
  • Liam: You study Liam, an amused smirk on your face. He is sitting across from you at his kitchen table, absolutely scrubbing the shit out of the table. “Liam, I think you’ve cleaned that spot four times already. I’m sure it’s clean.” He glances up at you, turning beet red. “Of course.” He mumbles, moving away from the table, to go scrub his counter tops. “Okay, what is going Li? You’ve been cleaning like a madman since I got here two hours ago.” You say hopping off the seat, and walking towards him. He jumps slightly as soon as you get within a few feet of him. You raise an eyebrow at him as he shakes his head, moving around you to toss away the paper towel he was using. “Just something happened and it’s got me all freaked but maybe I just need a little time and I’ll get over it. Hopefully.” he says, walking into his living room. You follow after him, “Are you going to tell me what it is? Like are you okay?” You ask as he grabs the remote and sits on the couch, fiddling with it. “I can’t.” He says simply. You frown, “Is it band stuff or something?” You ask, coming around to sit next to him and he takes a sharp intake of breath. He shakes his head. “Okay.” You say, letting it lie as he finally switches on the TV, neither of you really focusing on the movie that was on. “I think I’m in love with you.” Liam says finally, you whipping your head towards him in shock. You clear your throat for a moment, “That doesn’t sound like something to get over.”
  • Louis: “You’re starting to freak me out, Lou. I’m serious, what is wrong.” You ask as Louis rushes around the kitchen, grabbing the honey and putting a spoonful into each of your mugs. “I told you, hold on.” He says quietly, stirring the mugs. “Is everyone okay? Like you’re not making tea to tell me that someone’s died are you? Cause I think that is just-” “No, ___. No one has died for Christ sakes, patience love.” He says, laughing lightly. Eventually he finished, placing your tea in front of you, giving you a slightly nervous smile. You return it, taking a sip and waiting for him to speak. He grabs your hands, playing with them for a bit, keeping his focus downwards. “You’re nervous.” You observe quietly. He chuckles shortly, nodding a bit. “Yeah, I am. And as my wonderful girlfriend you have to promise to not laugh at me, okay?” You frown at him, “I won’t laugh at you, Louis. You’re really weirding me out now.” He plays with your hands a bit more before muttering something that you can’t make out. “What?” you ask, leaning down a bit to force him to look you in the eyes. “I think I’m in love with you. Is that okay?” He rushes out, looking at you worriedly. You sigh, beaming, “That is totally okay. More than okay.” You say quietly, squeezing his hand.
  • Niall: You moved your head to the right slightly, letting out a happy sigh as Niall found your pressure point, biting lightly before soothing it with kisses. You reach in between you two, gathering the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. he gets the hint, leaning back to let you peel it off of him. You only get a peck or two more in before he is undoing the buttons on your blouse before getting frustrated. “Can you finish those? They’re small and my fingers hurt as it is.” Niall huffs, leaning back on the chair. You giggle, working on your buttons before letting the blouse fall off your shoulders, tossing it elsewhere. “My poor baby. Has to play guitar for a living.” You say feigning sympathy. He glares at you for a moment, before pulling a face at you and attacking the spot behind your ear that makes you squirm. “Niall! Stop! That’s not fair!” You say, laughing, hands on his shoulders, trying to shove him off. He eventually does, studying your face closely for a moment before kissing you deeply, pulling back. “What was that for?” You ask quietly, the mood all the sudden much more intimate. “Don’t know. No reason? I think I’m in love with you? I like the way your lip gloss tastes? Take your favorite answer.” He says, flushing from his collarbones up to his hairline. You laugh softly, playing with his hair. “I like the way my lip gloss tastes too.” You say seriously, nodding as he frowns at you before you shake your head, pressing kisses all over his face, telling him you feel the same.
  • Zayn: You roll your eyes, shaking your head, flipping the page in your magazine, “Thats a shit answer and you know it.” Zayn scoffs from behind the couch where you’re sat, pulling his boots on. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s rolling his eyes. “Why does it even matter to you?” He asks, leaning against the couch. You don’t even look at him, “Because, I’m the one that is going to have to listen to it. ‘___, she was so dull, I mean it was like talking to a wall’.” You finish, trying your best to imitate his accent. “Yeah, well as best friend your duties include listening to me bitch! Its not like you’ve never been on a shitty date.” He counters back, and you turn to look at him. “Yeah, but you’re dating like nobody's business, it’s every weekend I have to listen to this crap.” You say, tossing down your magazine to go get something to drink. “Just trying to move on.” He offered as an answer, his hand on the door handle. You stop walking, turning to him, “Get over who!? Zayn in the time that I’ve known you, you haven’t had one steady girlfriend.” He flares his nose, set to ignore you, but decides against it, shaking his head instead. “Get over you. I think I’m in love with you and never in a million years would you feel the same towards me, so I am going to date until I find a suitable replacement.” Your mouth gapes open for a moment. swallowing. “Or you could, you know, not replace me? Just, date me?” You offered, smiling softly at how nervous he looked when he met your eyes, squeaking out a “Really?”
  • Harry: “How can you just sit there in your stupid hat and do nothing!? C’mon farmer John, fight back!” You shout, moving the laptop onto the table to smack Harry’s shins. “Stop hitting me, and stop insulting my hat! I like it.” He defends as you roll your eyes. “Aren’t you sick of this? They’re writing absolute crap like they have been for four years and you’re still not saying anything against it. Sometimes you’re such a good person it’s bothersome.” You say, shutting the laptop and leaning back against the couch. “I don’t need to fight back. I have a best friend who bitches about it enough for me.” He says, poking you in the shoulder. You roll your eyes, “I just don’t like what they write. If it was ‘Harry takes out trash like a normal person’, I’d be fine with it but instead, it’s ‘Harry takes out trash, looking hungover, was he up all night with a new catch?’ Like isn’t that annoying to you!?” You huff, turning to him. He shrugs, “That was the night we watching all four Indiana Jones films. I was up all night.” He drones. You blink at him, shaking your head. “Well you’re just a really good person and I hate the media for not realizing that.” You say, blushing lightly. You can feel him study you for a few moments, a smirk crawling up his face. “You’re a really good person too, you know? No one, not even Mum or Gemma , for god sakes, gets as riled up about this stuff as you do.” You shrug, as harry thumbs the side of your head, pushing some of your hair back towards your ponytail. “I think I’m in love with you.”
  • notes: hmmm. i like zayns best for this one! no idea why. hope you enjoyed! please request!
Age Gap - Requested (Ashton)

This was requested by Anon (hello, i was wondering if you could do an Ashton imagine where you’re almost 3 years younger than him so he likes to take care of you and make sure you’re still with him and ok when walking through crowds and just being like really cutely overprotective) ENJOY!!!

‘I don’t wanna move’ you whine, lying on the made bed with your eyes closed. You feel the bed dip and hear Ashton moving about, then a pressure on your belly, you open one eye to see him resting his head on you.

'You don’t have to come, I could meet you after’ he offers.

'No, no I want to come, let me just wake up a little’ you tell him closing your eyes again and you hear him chuckle, then his head moves again, you feel his hot breath on your face. You open one eye to see him smirking above you, he comes closer his lips brushing your. 'I have a way to wake you up’ he whispers before pressing his lips to your, you arts you lips right away to allow his tongue in, he moans into your mouth and you fist his hair. There is a knock, you both ignore it, you bit down a little on his lip and he moans again, until there is another knock.

Ashton drops his head into your neck and sighs, ‘that’s all the waking up we have time for’ you laugh and he chuckles as he climbs off you. And heads straight for the door, you see Michael and give him a small wave. ‘Morning’ you smile as you walk past and he ruffles your hair a little.

You head down the elevator with Ashton and Michael. ‘I swear I’m never gonna find a girl that will wake up with me at five in the morning to watch me at the studio’ Michael bursts out; you smile a little at his comment.

'Probably not mate cause you spend all your time with mine’ Ashton teases and you playfully glare at him and slide your arm around Michael waist and cuddle into his side, 'don’t be mean to Michael’ you kiss Michael cheek, making Ashton glare at the both of you as you and Michael laugh, the elevator doors open and Ashton grabs your hand, holding it tight.

'Luke and Calum are already out with fans there are loads of them’ Michael cheers skipping off towards the door, Ashton pulls you a little closer. 'You okay babe?’ He whispers as he kisses your temple, you nod and smile up at him as you step out, the screams filling your ears, Ashton pulls you over to the fans, they greet you and are lovely but as soon as Ashton let’s go of your hand you walk ahead to the car.

’(Y/N)’ you hear your name called and turn to see a guy, he is wearing a band shirt and as two other girls with him and a little girl. You smile and step towards them. You spend a couple of minutes chatting, when you look up you notice the nice group of fans has turned into a huge, loud, dangerous crowd of fans, you can’t see the boys or any of the security, you’re not far from the car, actually only a couple of feet away so you excuse yourself and turn to walk to the car, knowing it would be the safest place but you freeze hearing a huge shout.

'STOP!’ The crowd slowly grow quieter and you hear Ashton shout 'THIS IS OUT OF CONTROL, CAN ANYONE SEE (Y/N)!’ you close your eyes and shake your head a little what the hell is he doing, you stand on your tiptoes and wave your arm 'Here’ you shout, fans start to move a little and Ashton comes into view he starts to rush over bit you shake your head. 'I’ll wait in the car’ you tell him and slide into the back seat.

That was the most embarrassing thing in your life; he made you look like you can’t look after yourself, Jesus he makes you look like a little kid. Maybe that’s how he does think of you, as a little kid. You try not to think about it too much; age gaps have never meant anything to you until dating Ashton. All your friends are dating guys a little older, three years really is nothing but the media and fans have been making it a huge part of our relationship and it’s starting to bug you.

The boys start to pile in the car, Calum and Luke first they are talking about something until Calum slides over to sit next to you and smile a little. ‘You okay?’ He asks and you nod, ‘Lier what’s up?’ Luke adds in.

'Did you guys not find that whole, can find (Y/N) thing a little over the top?’ You ask, Luke shrugs and looks out the window and you see Calum try go look away. 'So you did?’ You pressure.

'We were just saying it was a little too much, and to do it in front of all the fans, we never know how some will react to that you know, you could get more hate from it, they might feel like he cares more about you than them which of course he does but when he is with them he should you know be with them, plus it make you look like a little ch…’

'Guys’ Luke whispers and you both look to see Ashton coming towards the car, and stop talking about it, Calum goes to move seats but you hold his wrist to tell him to stay and he does.

'Babe are you okay? Why did you walk off? I was so worried, when the crowd got bigger, I dunno what could have happened to you, don’t do that again’ he rambles, you want to tell him you’re not a child but you know he is only doing it because he cares well that’s what you hope.

'I can look after myself Ash’ you chuckle a little to make it light but he shakes his head, 'Not against all them you can’t’ and again you feel like a kid being scolded, you don’t reply, don’t nod, you do nothing but turn and watch the fans as we drive past.


'She’s super sweet, I like her, I mean sure she’s a little different but the boys don’t judge’ you try to reassure Michael but he still looks worried.

'It’s not them I’m worried about, it’s the fans. I dunno if she would want to deal with it’ he explains, you nod a little 'and she could do so much better, she should be getting wined and dined by some upcoming lawyer, someone one who will be there when she needs them’ you shake your head.

'Michael just because you’re not there doesn’t mean you’re not there’ you tell him but laugh at your own words and he chuckles too. 'As happy as I am that make you smile, you know what I mean’ you tell him and he nods. 'I guess’.

'What you two talking about?’ Ashton asks as he flops on the sofa next to you, his fingers entwining with yours. 'She’s helping me with some girl things’ Michael chuckles.

'Ohhh relationship guru are you?’ Ashton teases and you flash him a goofy smile. 'How can you give relationship advice when you have only had one relationship?’ Ashton asks, you know he is just teasing but it reminds you again on your inexperience but you stick out your tongue and he kisses you.


'So boys a question that has come in a few times from your fans is asking if you would date a fan or a girl younger and if so how much younger?’ The male interviewer asks you pull your knees up under your chin; you’re sat on the floor in the room with the security and could of crew members watching the boys do their interview.

'We get asked this so much’ Michael laughs 'I would date a fan, I guess I mean as long as they aren’t screaming in your face then they are just girls you know’ he explains.

'Yeah I think it’s the same, but it could be a little weird if they know everything about you when you meet’ Luke adds.

'Yeah you’d have to play catch up’ Calum laughs 'I would date someone younger too, I dunno I hate these questions cause I think you date people because you like them it doesn’t matter if they are a little younger or a fan you know?’ He explains and the female interview coos.

'Very good answer Calum, Ashton your girlfriend is younger than you right? What that like?’ She asks, you see Ashton shrug.

'I mean it’s the same I guess, I don’t reply think about it. It’s weird sometimes when I talk about something I did when I was a kid or something I watched and she looks at me blank and I realise like she doesn’t know them or something’ Ashton explains and you feel yourself get a little annoyed that he labelled it as weird.

'But she’s the nicest girl in the world and she’s so go damn innocent’ Michael cuts in 'Yeah I feel like we have corrupted her’ Ashton laughs.

'Sometimes if we do something like overly weird in front of her or if Ashton is in like his grumpy mood he let shouts at us for swearing around her or something’ Calum explains.

'Oh one time we were shopping, and there were loads of fans outside so Ashton was on like high alert and (Y/N) went to look at video games with Michael and Ashton couldn’t find her he was like shouting her name and this guy asked if he has lost his daughter, it was hilarious’ Luke tells the story Calum and Michael laughing but Ashton shakes his head.

'And we got back and he was like pulling his hair out and she was just like, we got new games’ Michael finishes.

'It wouldn’t happen if you didn’t run off with her’ Ashton glares at Michael but chuckles at the same time.

'She sounds like quite the girl. So you would all date younger girls?’ The male interviewer asks.

'Yeah’ they answer and nod.

'So you’re happily in a relationship Ashton, and the age doesn’t freak you out, cause it’s like three years right?’ The woman asks and you roll your eyes.

'Yeah it’s three years, when I like over think it I feel like a bit of a creeper when I think I was three and she wasn’t born or when I was eighteen she was only fifteen but I try not to think of it like that’ he explain and you done, heard enough you stand up and slip out without anyone noticing, you get in the first taxi you see and head back to the hotel. You shower and climb in bed not wanting to do anything for the rest of the day you grab your iPad and go on netflics, popping your ear phones on.

Your half way through your film when you notice Ashton come in, you don’t look at him or purse your film you just ignore him, he takes off his jackets and throws it over the chair and then he watches you, you can feel his eyes on you as you try to concentrate on the film, but he rips a bud from your ear.

'Where did you go?’ He looks annoyed and you throw the iPad on the bed beside you and sit up on the edge of the bed.

'I came back Ashton, is that I problem, should I have waited for you to hold my hand while I crossed the road’ you snap.

'What the fuck is wrong with you today, I don’t know what I have done wrong’ he shouts throwing his arms up.

'You’re always treating me like a fucking kids Ashton, this morning with the fans, shouting me like that it was embarrassing, I get enough shit from them without you making me look like a complete useless piece of shit’ you yell.

'If I embarrass you so much why are you here?’ He screams.

'Because I thought I was touring with my boyfriend not my fucking dad’

'What’s that meant to mean?’

'You treat me like a kid all the fucking time. I don’t get my three years is so strange for you. The fans, the media I can handle them going in about it but for you to agree it’s weird I hate it’ you explain, your started with a shout but the more you spoke the quitter you got.

'I don’t think about it..’ He starts but you cut him off 'I know you don’t, because when you do you feel like a creeper right.’ You snap, he doesn’t speak and neither do you the only sound in the room coming from your heavy breaths.

'I don’t need looking after Ashton, I don’t need you to remind me of how shit I was without you, I can’t be with someone that treats me like I kid. I can’t walk to a car by myself, I can’t do anything alone. I hate that you feel like you have to protect me from everything..’

'I do, that’s my job, not because your younger but because your my girl, it my job to protect you, and I do it because I live you so fucking much that thinking of you getting hurt kills me. I don’t care that your three years younger, I wouldn’t care if it was four years or if you were older because I love you so much. And I’m sorry if you feel like I treat you wrong but that’s me, I’m over protective, I’m a little too much sometimes bit it’s all for you’ he explains, you stand frozen, your eyes locked with his from across the room.

'Did you say you love me?’ You ask, your voice strained, he smiles a little and nods. 'Cause that’s the first time anyone ever said that too me so it’s gonna be another first’ you laugh a little.

'Well it’s a first for me to say it, I love you’ you smiles and you run over, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around him, to crash your lips to him as his hands hold the back of your thighs. 'I love you too’

From Chelsea