i've got to go home

annemonyk-g  asked:

"Is that my shirt?"

Robert raised an eyebrow as his husband entered the room, the blue polka dot shirt he was wearing oddly familiar. “Is that my shirt?” he asked, realising he recognised it because it usually hung on his side of the wardrobe, not because he spent his life picking it up off their bedroom floor, like he did with most of Aaron’s clothes.

Aaron grinned at him, shrugging as he walked past to turn the kettle on, clattering mugs about as he replied. “I’ve got a meeting, haven’t I? You’re always banging on about how presentation is everything, figured I’d dress like a posh twat today and see if that helps.”

Robert rolled his eyes. “I don’t dress like a posh twat,” he defended himself, glancing down at the jumper he was wearing that day, the dark navy material adorned with elbow patches.

Okay, maybe he did, a little.

Aaron set a cup of tea down in front of Robert, settling into the chair beside him. “What are you doing today anyway?” he asked, practically sinking into the kitchen chair as he drank his tea.

Robert couldn’t reply. Aaron so rarely wore shirts, it felt like an absolute novelty to get to sit and look at him now, the immaculately ironed shirt an almost strange sight on his husband, so different to his usual choices of black and grey.

And his arms.

Whatever it was about the shirt, it accentuated every inch of muscle that made up Aaron’s arms, arms made strong from years of pulling and drag metal up at the scrapyard.

Robert’s mouth was practically watering as he spoke up. “What time have you got that meeting at?” he asked, tea long since forgotten.

“Eleven, why?”

Robert glanced at his watch, a grin on his face as he watched the hand tick over to nine. “Because,” he said, grabbing Aaron by the front of the shirt, enjoying the wide eyed look on Aaron’s face as he leaned in, brushing his lips against Aaron’s in a barely there sort of kiss. “You wearing my clothes is a big turn on for me, Mr Sugden.”

  • Me: "Let's rewatch glee!
  • Alex: "We can do that."
  • Me: "Yay!" *puts in season 2*
  • Alex: "Wh-what are you doing?"
  • Me: "Rewatching glee."
  • Alex: "But that's..."
  • Me: "Yup."
  • Alex: "Episode 6?"
  • Me: *death glare* "Is that going to be a problem?"
  • Alex: O.O "Nope, never. Whatever you want, love dove. Just please don't hurt me."

        – SHORP. burSTS DOOR OPEN– I’M BACK

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Diabolik Lovers Dark Fate: Sakamaki Shuu (Heaven 03)

(Today I felt like a change, I changed my hairstyle a little but…)

Shuu:

(It seems like Shuu-san hasn’t noticed, he’s listening to music like always…)

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neal cassidy/baelfire appreciation week
day 6: favorite happy moment
Tallahassee I love yous.

               “You want to steal the watches to help me get away with stealing the watches?”

               “That’s exactly what I want to do.”

The Story So Far Lyric Starters (Angst)
  • "Fuck an apology, I'm not sorry for anything."
  • "Your place in my heart has grown so small."
  • "My effort isn't ever enough."
  • "You embody everything that I hate."
  • "Give up and go home."
  • "I've got a birds eye view of all the secrets you keep."
  • "Cut the shit and be real with me."
  • "I know where you've been."
  • "I just want to leave!"
  • "Call me a liar and I'll show you a fake."
  • "Do you look yourself straight in the eyes and think about who you let between your thighs?"
  • "Everything about you is somebody else"
  • "Never again will I let someone in."
  • "And to think that you're somebody's daughter."
  • "Put yourself in my place just one day."
  • "I'm alright no thanks to you."
  • "I'm getting too old for this."
  • "I'm trying hard, real hard, everyday not to lose my temper."
  • "We're never going to be the same again."
  • "I always waste my breath."
"I've wanted a family." I corrected him. "And now I've got one."

I was exhausted yet excited that I could finally go home back to London after so long. I had been staying in Manchester for three days for a friends birthday and Phil hadn’t been able to come since he was sick. 

I had just got to London Victoria and decided to make a quick phone call to Phil before I got on the underground. After ringing a few times he finally picked up the phone. “Hi Dan!” He voice was so cheery and happy, it made me happy too. 

“Hi Phil. I just got to Victoria so I’ll be home in around 15 minutes.” I said groggily. I heard some squeals and giggles in the background that sounded like those of a child. 

“Shhh. Make her be quiet.” Phil spoke to someone else who was with him. 

“Oh. Where are you?” I asked, slightly confused. 

“I’m at home. Louise is here with Darcy.” Phil said. 

“Oh. Okay.” I said, not bothered to question. “I’ll see you in a bit then.” I mumbled. 

“See you soon!” Phil said cheerily before hanging up. I shoved my phone in my pocket and wheeled my luggage along. The train ride made me even more tired and all the people made me frustrated. As I finally got to my stop I shoved my way off of the train and up the escalators. Slowly and tiredly I walked to mine and Phil’s apartment, the walk wasn’t long but it was cold.

When I finally got the door I couldn’t be more relived. I knocked on the door hoping that Phil would open it. “Shhh… Keep her quiet. Dan’s here.” I heard Phil say on the other side of the door. “Hi!” He said cheerily, opening the door and lunging forward and giving me a hug. I hugged him tight. 

“I missed you.” I whispered, burying my head into his shoulder and just taking a deep breath. 

“I missed you too!” He seemed overly-excited about something and was too distracted to even give me kiss. 

“What are you so happy about?” I asked.

“Come and see.” He said, running up the stairs and into the lounge, I followed him slowly, expecting to see Louise and Darcy.

The first thing that came to view as Phil opened the door was Darcy sitting on the floor playing with some legos. I had always had a weak spot for children so it made me happy. Going inside I saw Louise sitting on the couch with a baby in her arms wrapped in a pink blanket. 

“Awwww!” I coo-ed. The baby lifted my mood right. "Whose baby?“ I asked excitedly as Louise stood up. 

"Ask Phil.” She said, she was just as excited as everyone else about the mystical baby. I looked over at him and he didn’t say anything but handed me an A4 envelope.

I took it from him slowly and suspiciously before opening it in the same manner. As I took out the papers I read them over and over, hoping that they weren’t fake. 

“Official Certificate of Adoption.” I read aloud from the paper, my eyes lighting up. The rest of the words were caught in my throat, I couldn’t get any happier. “This is to certify that Emily Richards has been formally adopted by the Lester-Howell family by Father Philip Michael Lester and is entitled to all the Rights and Privileges as one of their own.” I paused for a second. “Due to this Emily Richards is now formally known as Emily Howell Lester.” I read from the bottom which was in smaller text than the rest. I hugged Phil so tight. 

“You’ve always wanted a kid.” He whispered in my ear. I could feel tears streaming out of my eyes and onto Phil’s shirt.

“I’ve wanted a family.” I corrected him. “And now I’ve got one." 

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